#I’m not saying Janus himself is goth

[obsxdiannn]

To all those TSS fan artists who draw Janus with a long skirt/dress and hair like he’s some kind of scaly, gothic Mary Poppins, I’d just like to say thank you for doing the lord’s work.

[an0thergl1tch]

Here are some sanderssides outfit headcanons because I’m gay :

Remus : Definetly had a pair of the Brendan Urie are you nasty booty shorts at some point in time. When alone this bitch either dresses like a emo slut, a toddler who decided to dress themselves for the day, a punk anarchist, or Adam Sandler, there is no in between. Janus has to convince him to put on pants when guests come over. “Who says I can’t wear converses with my dress.” Janus has to stop him from spontaneously cutting his hair or giving himself piercings so has a BUNCH of fake ones. Spends 10 minutes taking off all of his accessories. Puts in funky contacts to be edgy. Never throws old clothes out and thinks it looks punk despite there being very obviously not intentional large holes in them. Either extremely over or under dressed, If there’s a dress code, it’s ignored. Constantly wearing platforms. Definitely has tried to give himself a scar on his face because he thought it would look kickass, he no longer has access to knives. Randomly does sfx makeup to freak people the fuck out.

Janus : So much vintage wear. Definetly has a pin striped suit somewhere in his closet, dosent wear it because Virgil calls him the cat from Tom n jerry. Definetly has tea parties in renissance era dresses. Probably has one of those dramatic 60s newly widowed housewife robes that he wears while lounging with a glass of wine. Probably wore one of those androgynous suit dresses to Thomas’s prom, Roman was pissed because he looked better than him. Extremely overdressed, would wear red to a funeral. So many fucking hats, need I say more. Beauty is pain, there is no functionality, he can’t walk in half his outfits. Wears a lot of layers but actually has the excuse of being cold blooded.

Virgil : Oh so many bracelets, who gave him access to so many bracelets. Spends a solid 2 hours teasing his hair and putting makeup on every morning (this bitch is a GOD at eyeliner.) So many layers, you do not need to be wearing 3 hoodies at once. Somehow always cold despite having enough clothes on to survive in the artic. “Oh fuck one of my bracelets fell off.” Acts like he despises pink despite wearing neon pink raccoon tails during his college scene phase. Extremely underdressed unless he has the energy to dress as a Victorian vampire. Definitely experiments with goth makeup and clothing.

Patton : Its giving youth pastor. Owns every color of polo shirt. Wears aviators to look ‘hip’ and ends up looking like goose from top gun. Definetly has a leather jacket somewhere in his closet that he only wore to college parties to look cool (the obligatory dad mid life crisis leather jacket, probably worn and probably has seen some shit.) Constantly wears a tool belt or a Fanny pack, lord get this man a backpack. Had horrendous emo phase, good lord MySpace traumatized him. Definitely has a jersey and varsity jacket but actually IS into sports. Needs to get outfit tips because he will wear a polo shirt and cargo pants to every occasion. So many dad hats.

Roman : wears jerseys and varsity jackets despite not being into sports at all. Loves makeup but goes horribly every time he tries to do it on himself. Has to be held down to do eyeliner or mascara because he will NOT stop moving and complaining about you poking his eyes out. Loves being overdressed however half his wardrobe is costume pieces he pretends are high end items. So many rings and necklaces. “Buy me Prada” *is wearing thrift store jeans* Takes hours getting ready, getting dressed takes 10 minutes but he has to get his mindfulness meditation for the day in before he leaves. Definitely has a purse collection.

Logan : This dude probably has so much vintage clothing and historical pieces but is absolutely terrified to wear any of it and wrinkle anything. Has a tie collection (extremely obvious) however half of them are funky ties Patton spotted while shopping and gave to him. Has hundreds of the same shirt but tons of blazers and vests to spice things up a bit. Definitely has a collection of very high end leather shoes that he takes care of dearly and gets heavily pissed off if someone steps on them. So many cheesy nerd pun t-shirts that he wears exclusively in his room because Patton would freak the fuck out. Is tired of people calling him Steve Urkel or a newsie when he puts on suspenders. Practicality over looks, however makes a few exceptions (This bitch would look amazing in a corset.) Can run in heels and Roman is extremely jealous and terrified. Can do makeup surpisingly well.

[beauty-and-passion]

Hmm, do you think sides will change their costumes in the new season? Like not completely, but maybe some details?

Well, changing costumes would be cool and I would love that, but new costumes require a lot of time and effort, so I wasn't so sure about that... until a few days ago, when I found out that, apparently, Thomas already hinted at a possible costume change for season 3.

So, since there might be a chance this will happen, here are my guesses about what the new costumes will be like.

Patton: he’s perfect already, from a chromatic point of view: light blue to represent his innocence, a touch of grey because that’s how morality should be. The only upgrade I can think of is adding more grey to his outfit, to represent his growth from a purely innocent Morality, to a more mature one.

Logan: still very good, chromatically-speaking: black and dark blue, used to represent his serious, mature self. What I REALLY would like to see in the third season is Logan progressively adding layers upon layers of clothing (shirt, vest, suit and so on), to figuratively represent how he progressively feels more “tightened” more “forced to shut up” - in a crescendo of tension that will be solved with the climax of his arc and lead to him changing into a final, more “laid-back” version of himself.

Roman: personally, I really would like to see Roman completely changing from a prince to an adventurer. Why? Because an adventurer has less “chains” around him, compared to a prince. It would be a very nice way to show how Roman is much freer, compared to before. Also, an adventurer isn’t an entirely good or bad character, but it can be both. And this is what Roman needs: to not be forced into a specific black/white role, but to be free to be both or neither of them.

Virgil: do you know what Virgil needs? To conciliate his past and his present. We saw bad boy!Virgil, we saw good boy!Virgil. We need a fusion between these two aspects of him - and this can only be reached, by solving his issues with Janus and the dark sides - whatever these are. Also, he needs to be more extra, more goth and he needs a goddamn cape to match Janus and Remus.

Janus: his outfit is already perfect as it is, so I would just add more touches of yellow - especially on the bowler hat. What I'm absolutely, 100% sure we will see in his new outfit, is a way to show his logo: now it’s hidden behind the capelet, but once Janus will be fully accepted, I imagine he will finally show the logo on his chest... maybe by switching his capelet for a one shoulder cape like this one?

Would it be good? Yes. Would it be sexy? Heck yes. Would it be very Janus? 100% yes. No pressure, Thomas, but you know, just in case you want to... ;))))

Remus: he already has a GREAT outfit, full of amazing details, but do you know what it lacks? His logo. His goddamn logo is nowhere to be seen. So, unless Remus admits he wears his logo on his boxers or something similar, I would like to see an outfit that includes his logo as well. And maybe something that will show symmetries with Roman’s outfit, because they’re both Creativity and they’re brothers so SYMMETRY.

Orange: we all know he will be a pirate, because I say so. Therefore, he will be the most extra and he won't have to change anything. On the contrary, the others should upgrade their outfits to match his fabulousness.

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EDIT: @purplecrayonismine did an INCREDIBLE JOB, by making this whole collection of the new Sides’ outfit as interpreted by her. Please go check each of them and give her all the love!

Patton - Janus - Roman and Remus - Virgil and Logan

[shortprince-cos]

Patton's Normal And Totally Not Angsty Birthday

Summary: Patton was fully expecting to spend his birthday with his stuffed animals and pictures instead of actual people, but his famILY had other secret plans.

Warnings: Crying, being alone for an extended period of time, angst, slight innuendo. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

Pairings: Platonic DRLAMP (all)

{Masterlist}

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Patton was fully expecting to spend his birthday with his stuffed animals and pictures instead of actual people.

It wasn't a far-fetched idea, considering what had happened earlier last year. Everyone was still on their toes from the...fight.

It wasn't a fight though! It was more like a...big disagreement. That kind of maybe split everyone apart and left Patton alone...

But it was fine! Everyone just needed some alone time! Even if it had been awhile - a long while - since the incident. They just needed to think about things, and when they were ready, Patton would apologize and they would hopefully accept!

Hopefully...

Patton turned in his bed again, trying to sleep for the umpteenth time that night.

He sighed and eventually sat up, glancing at the clock. It said it was 4:16 in the morning, now it was technically January fifteenth.

Happy birthday to him.

Patton wiped the tears off his face and put on his glasses and his cat hoodie. Well, if it was his birthday, he might as well have a cupcake and make a wish. He'd probably need it, to be fully honest.

Patton meandered through the hallway, glancing at everyone's different colored doors. Everyone was probably asleep.

He remembers when it used to be just three doors in the hallway. Just Morality, Creativity, and Logic. Was it simpler then? Or were they just living in ignorance?

"No one knows you better than yourself, am I right, Tony?"

"I know big words too! Ssssssaxophone-"

"Who knows what'll happen if you don't adopt them, and they need a good home!"

"Anything he darn well pleases!"

...Maybe he was the only one not taking things seriously. They say ignorance is...better to live in, and Patton was basically swimming in it before his wake up call.

"We need actual contributions from you, now and then."

Is that why this happened? Maybe he's been ignorant of all the actual dilemmas this entire time. That's how everything went wrong! He didn't just suddenly not know what to do, he never knew what to do! He just hid it with jokes and puns and silly commentary to 'lighten the mood', but really he was just a distraction from their actual problems.

Patton hugged himself as he stood in the hallway, surrounded by the doors of his friends. Well, if they still wanted to be his friend.

Patton glanced at the dark purple door in the hall, cringing at the memories that came with it.

"Now Anxiety, if you don't want to participate, you can just sit this one out."

"Awww you poor little anxious baby!"

"And what about Anxiety, he always seems to get you down."

Patton swiped his tears away, hurriedly making his way down the hall to the staircase.

Janus didn't have a door here yet; he said he'd rather stay with the others in the hidden side of the mindscape.

Probably because of how awful they all were to him.

"Deceit, standing in the spot of one of my four best friends."

"Um, you're in my spot."

"Because Thomas gave his word, but you wouldn't know anything about words, would'ja mister?"

"I may be amphibian, but I can't say that I am fibbin'!"

God, they were so terrible to him. No wonder he doesn't like being around any of them.

Patton's hands shook as he gripped the banister at the top of the stairs, holding in his silent sobs.

All of this is his fault. He caused the rift in his famILY.

Suddenly he heard voices from downstairs. Wasn't everyone in bed? It was four in the morning, who would be up right now?

Patton wiped the tears off his face for the umpteenth time and took deep breaths, trying to steady himself.

He stalked down the top stairs slowly, trying to listen in onto what the voice was saying.

"Listen," A voice whispered. "I'm just pointing out all the possibilities."

"More like all the negabilities, seeing how all of them are negative." Another snarked.

"Just- does he even wanna see us? We basically ghosted him for months. We didn't even include him on the Nico situation. Why didn't we do that, he's the heart! He's like, the most important side for that!"

Oh. They were talking about him.

Patton debated leaving, going down there, or keep on listening before another voice spoke up.

"I doubt he would not wish to see us. If anything, I believe he would like to talk about what happened."

"Logan, we're talking about Patton here. If we talk, he'll just say he's fine when he's clearly not fine."

"That's not true." One obviously lied.

So all four of them were downstairs talking about him. Wait, isn't there supposed to be five-

"Hi Potty-cakes!" Remus suddenly shouted from behind him.

Patton shrieked in surprise, before almost tumbling down the stairs before someone caught him.

"Pat! Are you okay?!" Virgil said, slowly helping Patton to his feet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm perfect!" He said, plastering his Patton-ted fake smile.

Virgil squinted at him. "Pat, have you been crying?"

Ah. Guess the smile didn't work.

Patton noticed that everyone was crowded around him, including Janus, which meant that lying was out of the question.

"Uh- kinda?" Another smile.

Someone swore under their breath as Logan spoke up. "Patton, what are you doing awake at this hour? Don't you normally get up at seven?"

Patton stood up straightly instead of leaning on Virgil. "Oh, I just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep! What're you guys...?" Patton started as he finally looked around the room, noticing the balloons, streamers, and a banner that they had used for every birthday Patton had had.

"...doing?" He finished.

"Uh-" Roman started. "Well uh- we were kind of...surprising you with a birthday party?" He shrugged nervously.

Patton stood shocked for a moment. They were throwing him a surprise birthday party? Why? Why would they do that- weren't they mad at him? There's no way they would just suddenly not be mad at him! What was happening?!

"Pat, what's wrong?" Janus suddenly asked, putting a gloved hand on Patton's shoulder.

"I'm fine, why?" He answered on instinct.

"Padre, you're crying." Roman explained.

Patton touched his cheek, and sure enough, he was crying. "O-Oh. I guess I am."

Another hand gripped his wrist. "Pop-star, are you okay?" Virgil asked with concern and sincerity in his voice.

Patton immediately started sobbing. "No, no I'm not."

Some tentacles wrapped around him from behind - probably Remus - as a bunch of arms started surrounding him as well, securely trapping him in a hug.

Patton kept crying into someone's shoulder as multiple people kept whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Eventually, Patton had stopped crying, just enjoying the feeling of a hug - a hug! - surrounding him.

Then, they started pulling away, leaving Patton with traces of warmth left over.

"Patton, are you alright?" Logan asked with concern in his eyes.

Patton rubbed at his eyes again and sniffled. "Y-Yeah. I'm just overwhelmed, I guess. I kinda expected to spend today alone..."

Everyone made a noise of either surprise or concern.

"Patton I..." Roman started, looking at the ground in guilt. "I didn't mean to make you feel alone, I just-" He sighed. "I talked to De-Janus, and he helped me realize that it wasn't like you were trying to make me the bad guy, you were just trying to tell me that Janus wasn't one either. So, I planned a party to apologize to you, and well, I guess the surprise is ruined."

Patton immediately hugged Roman the minute he stopped talking. Roman chuckled, but Patton could hear the tears in his voice.

"I'm- I'm so sorry I-"

"Shh, don't be." Roman comforted. "We all forgive you."

After another minute of hugging, Logan cleared his throat.

"While this moment is very touching and much needed, it is currently almost five in the morning, so I suggest we all take a nap before we get into the festivities."

Everyone made noises of agreement, when Patton interrupted.

"Um- could we-?" Patton started before cutting himself off.

"What's up, Pat?" Virgil asked.

"Uh- I-I just thought that maybe we could..."

"Cuddle on the couch?" Janus finished with a smirk on his face.

Patton nodded with blush on his face.

"Ooo sexy~"

"Remus, I swear to all things princely-" Roman started before the twins started arguing and Logan had to break them up before they could brawl in the living room.

Eventually, everyone on the was cuddled up on the couch and snuggling in one way or another, and Patton couldn't be more content.

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Whoo! I finished on time!!!!!!!! I'm so proud of myself for writing this in one day! Though, I think it's a bit rushed, I forgive myself for that tho because it was written in one day lol

Ty for reading! I really enjoyed writing Patton angst again lol!

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popcorn & pronouns

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Janus, Remus, Roman Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Dukeceit, Creativitwins  Warnings: Not much to warn for in this one. Language, a little bit of suggestiveness, vague non-detailed descriptions of a horror movie.  Word count: 3402

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Starlight Universe masterpost

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Summary: A movie night date leads to an important conversation. Already being t4t makes it a lot easier. Or, in Remus's own words, “This is just, like, going to be a week of people coming out to me, I guess. Huh.”

Notes: Day 6 of Dukeceit Week 2021! Almost there! @dukeceitweek Takes place in my Starlight Universe, where each piece can be read without any context. Takes place 9 months after college; at the start of the story, Janus uses only they/them pronouns. 

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“Ooh, popcorn! Can I have some?” Roman popped his head into the kitchen of the apartment he, Remus, and Logan had shared in the nine or so months since they had all graduated college.

“No, Jan and I are having a date in twenty minutes,” Remus said, waving Roman off without looking away from the air popper.

“Okay, I don’t see how that’s relevant to my question.” Roman pushed himself to sit on the counter by the sink. “I mean, that’s really cute, I hope you have fun. But can I have some popcorn?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Make your own when I’m done.”

“But you make it better!” Roman pouted overdramatically.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “All I do is plug in the machine?”

“Right, which is better than me doing it.” Roman grinned at them. “Less work for me.”

“Hey!” Remus swatted his arm. “The transphobia, honestly—”

“Well, if you making it for me is transphobic to you, then you not making it for me is—” Roman broke off quite suddenly, his expression undergoing several shifts very fast that Remus could not make sense of. Which was… unusual, to say the least. Roman was normally the one person they could always count on understanding. They didn’t like this new development one bit.

“Ro?”

“Iiiiiit’s… queerphobic to me,” Roman said at last, a worried pinch to his eyebrows. He laughed, and it almost didn’t sound forced. “So we’re at a tie, so you should just make me popcorn.”

“First of all, I’m queer too, make your own damn popcorn. Second—” Remus turned away from the popcorn machine and gave Roman his full attention, leaning back against the kitchen island and tilting his head to the side. “Do you wanna talk about whatever the fuck that was?” So far as Remus knew, Roman was bi; that was the label he’d been using for years and years, so long that it practically felt like forever. Since almost the very beginning of high school. Since before Remus had questioned their gender, even. Only last week, he’d called the light switch biphobic without hesitation when it broke.

Whatever had happened to make him so very deliberately not call himself bi just now, it was new.

Roman’s expression closed up very fast indeed, but not before Remus caught a flash of something he was almost certain was fear. “No.”

“You know it’s okay to question, right?” Remus inquired awkwardly. “No matter what specifically, and no matter what the outcome is? Yeah?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You know I’d still love you no matter what, right? Even if you were, like, a straight man—like, I would make so many jokes about not agreeing with your lifestyle, but—Ro, you know everything is always gonna be okay, right?”

Roman glared at him. “Remus, I don’t want to talk about it.” He wrinkled his nose. “And I’m definitely not straight.”

Remus blinked and raised their hands. “Alright. I didn’t mean literally straight, I just meant—you could be literally whatever, and it would be cool. That was—like—the most extreme example I could think of, you know?”

Roman let out a slight huff of laughter. “Thanks,” he said reluctantly after a pause. “It’s nothing, though.”

“Bullshit,” Remus said immediately.

“It—” Roman swallowed. “I need it to be nothing, okay?”

“If anyone’s making you feel shitty, I’ll beat them up,” Remus said immediately. “Even if it’s Patton. Just drop the names. I’ll do it. I’ll—”

“Remus, it’s fine. I want to stop fucking talking about it now!” Roman snapped.

Remus hesitated, fumbling for what to do or say next, everything about the conversation feeling just a little wrong and sideways.

Roman sighed. “Sorry.” He pushed off the counter, went to the fridge, and stared into it for a solid thirty seconds, then took a cheese stick out of the door. “I’ll make my own popcorn later,” he mumbled and retreated back to his room.

“Damn, alright,” Remus said to the empty room. “Be like that, I guess.” They flung their hands into the air and went to get the butter they’d been melting in the microwave before Roman’s appearance.

Roman would talk to them about it, whatever it was, eventually. He always did. And whatever was bugging him, Remus would figure out a way to bug it back until it stopped and Roman was all happy and bubbly again. Because that was what Remus always did. It would be fine. It was just a waiting game.

Remus sighed. He always hated waiting.

***

“Mmkay,” Remus said, when Janus had arrived, and they had worked together to move the TV out of the living room and into Remus’s room, and they had settled in on Remus’s bed—Remus sitting up against the headboard and Janus half-laying in Remus’s lap with their long thin legs stretched out along the bed and their head on his chest—and the popcorn had been set beside them where they could both reach it, and the blanket nest had been fluffed once more. “What shall we watch?”

Janus was silent for a long moment. Actually, come to think of it, they had been quiet since they’d arrived at the apartment—even more quiet than usual. But Remus was almost certain they weren’t nonverbal, seeing as they had exchanged a few fond words with him. It just hadn’t been very many words.

“Janny, baby?” Remus leaned forward, over their shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of their face.

Janus had their fingers knotted in the blanket that was spread over their lap, fidgeting with it anxiously, a thinking-hard expression on their face.

“Baby?” Remus curled one hand lightly around theirs. “You good?”

“Choices are too hard right now,” Janus said at last.

“Okay, that’s okay. Do you know what you need?”

“I want to watch a movie.” Janus frowned. “I just can’t choose.”

“Gotcha. No problem.” Remus pressed a kiss to their cheek. “I’m really good at choosing.” He threaded his fingers through Janus’s long hair, scratching soothingly at their scalp in just the way he knew they liked, and pulled up the library of movies, switching from Roman’s profile to his own.

“How’s some really cheesy horrible horror film we can make fun of sound?” he asked, scrolling with the remote and still playing with Janus’s hair with his other hand. “I know we have a bunch of those, I loved ’em when we were kids and I think they’re funny.”

“That sounds fine.” Janus nodded and relaxed a little further against Remus.

“Good.” He kissed the top of their head. “Do you need anything else?”

Janus shook their head. “I’ve just been kind of stressed lately. Work’s been shit, and all that. It’s fine. I just want to cuddle and things.”

“Ooh, ‘and things,’ I like the sound of that,” Remus teased, sliding his hand gently to their chin and drawing them to twist around far enough that he could kiss them soft and slow.

“I didn’t say what kinds of things,” Janus said innocently, their eyes still closed and so close to Remus that their lips brushed against his as they spoke. “Perhaps I could be persuaded later.”

“I’ll be sure to prepare my best arguments,” Remus said, leaning slightly up to kiss their forehead and then back down to their lips for another lazy kiss, taking his time and exploring Janus’s mouth until they sighed and melted against him.

“A compelling preview,” they murmured, their eyes still closed and the slightest smile curling at their lips.

Remus meant to make some kind of witty quip in return, really he did, but all that came out of his mouth was a quiet, awed, “Holy fuck, you’re so beautiful, Jan.”

Janus’s eyes opened and met his for a moment, soft and vulnerable, before they turned and hid their face in his neck. “Love you,” they whispered against his skin.

“Mm, I love you too,” Remus said happily, wrapping his arms securely around Janus and kissing the top of their head. “Love your pretty eyes and skin and hair and body, love how clever you are, love your scary goth clothes, love your snark, love your stims, love you—”

Janus whined wordlessly into his neck, pressing kisses to it and fisting their hands in the front of his shirt.

Remus chuckled, taking a handful of their hair and gently tugging until they looked up at him once more. “Do you want to watch a movie at all, or do you just wanna make out? Cause I’d be good with either, but if you wanna do a movie, we should get on that before we’re too distracted.”

“Oh.” Janus leaned their head back a little until it was resting against Remus’s hand. “Not that I don’t want to make out, but—”

“Nah, I gotcha. Gotta at least get through the popcorn, am I right?” Remus cast about for the remote, lost in the blanket pile, as Janus shifted about until they faced the television again.

“There it is!” Remus snatched the remote up, clicking through the library on the television until he saw the particular film he was thinking of and pulled it up. “This look good?”

“‘When moving into their new house, little do our protagonists know it is haunted by a demonic serial killer. Will they get out in time? Or will they be his next victims?’” Janus read the summary aloud. “Sounds absolutely thrilling. Extremely original. Love the bad Photoshop on the cover. I’m sure the acting will be of the highest quality.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s so shitty, I love it. So many cheesy effects and fake blood, it’s the actual stupidest shit,” Remus assured them. “I love it, though. Went as the demon thing for Halloween when I was nine. Nobody fucking knew what I was, but I had the time of my life. And got fake blood on Roman when he wasn’t looking. It was great.”

Janus chuckled, reaching up to brush their fingertips against Remus’s cheek. “Well, with such a glowing review from someone so attractive, how can I resist?” they said fondly.

“That’s the spirit!” Remus hit play.

Remus had watched this particular movie more times than they could count over the course of their childhood. He peppered commentary throughout the film:

“This is my favorite part, if you pay attention you can see her real fingertips holding onto the fake hand she’s about to get chopped off!”

“There’s a jumpscare in this scene, I know you hate those—okay, hit the skip-ten-seconds button in three, two, there. Perfect. Dumbass demon movie can’t even trust itself to be creepy without cheap scares.”

“Look, I know the mom is supposed to have some kind of hot blonde thing going on for the horny straight men in the audience, but she’s got nothing on you.”

“For some reason they made a director’s commentary and it actually includes the fake blood recipe they used, I’ll show you sometime!”

Janus, in turn, provided brilliant, extremely snarky roasts, mostly of either the actors’ absolute lack of skill or the gaping plot holes:

“Oh, yes, going alone to the attic at midnight without so much as a candle is a fantastic idea, nothing bad could possibly happen in this scene.”

“Listen, I can excuse the children because they’re about eight years old, but do you think this man has ever even heard of acting? Or even, like, speaking in a non-monotone?”

“I am truly fascinated by the special effects department’s understanding of human anatomy.”

“So, the demon feeds on misery? Why hasn’t it taken up residence in a large office building? I mean, come on, hundreds of souls in an environment designed to grind out constant levels of misery? It’s perfect. The poor thing must be starving out here in the two-point-five-kids-and-a-dog suburbs, every meal it gets is tiny. I would be so much better at its job than it is.”

At last the credits rolled.

“Wanna see pictures of the costume I made?” Remus asked.

“Sure.” Janus sounded amused.

“Lemme just—” Remus scrolled through their camera roll for a minute. “Oh, here they are.” They displayed their phone to Janus; tiny nine-year-old Remus, who sported long tangled brown hair in two ponytails, was draped in a black curtain, donated by his great-aunt, that he had very enthusiastically taken a pair of scissors to to create a tattered effect; the curtain was splattered with bright red goo, and tiny Remus had a pair of plastic knives in his hands, which were blurry in almost every photo because they’d hardly stopped making stabbing motions all evening. To their right, their little sister Gabby, who’d been six at the time, was dressed as Elastigirl and making a punching motion; to their right, Roman—who had already been a full three inches taller than Remus, even at nine—was wearing a Belle dress with a poofy skirt and a sword strapped around his waist and a huge smile that was missing one front tooth.

Remus swiped through the photos; a delightful scene unfolded, as tiny Remus posed for a few pictures, then in one was blurrily turning towards Roman, then dumping something on him, then Roman was screaming and Remus was laughing as red goo dripped down the poofy yellow skirt; Gabby watched with both hands clapped over her mouth, eyes huge.

“You two really have not changed at all, have you?” Janus asked, stifling laughter.

“Absolutely not,” Remus agreed with an answering laugh. “I think the most that either of us ever changed was when I chopped off all that hair and dyed it green.”

“When was that?” Janus asked.

“Sophomore year of high school. I did not have permission to chop it all off, but I did get permission to dye it afterwards, so that was pretty sick.”

“And that didn’t go against dress code?” Janus inquired.

“No, actually. Not sure how. But I bet my parents would’ve kicked up a big stink about it if the school tried and made me change it; they were always super big on self expression and shit.” Remus gestured towards the picture, indicating tiny Roman in his princess dress. “We always got to wear whatever we wanted, and shit like that. It was nice. Made gender shit way easier when that became a thing for me, you know?”

“It sounds nice,” Janus said softly. “I’m happy you had that.”

Remus nodded and pressed a kiss to their forehead, reaching for a handful of the popcorn dregs in the bottom of the bowl.

Janus shifted in their arms, rolling over to face Remus and propping themself up on their elbows. “Actually,” they began.

Something on their face told Remus that whatever this new topic of conversation was, it was important. He swallowed the half-chewed popcorn in his mouth. “Yeah, baby?”

“Speaking of gender.” Janus picked at the edge of the blanket.

“I love speaking of that, go on.” Remus tousled Janus’s hair fondly.

Janus took a deep breath, staring at the blanket in their hands. “I want to start using he pronouns again. In addition to my regular ones. Or.” They wrinkled their nose. “My current ones, I guess. So, he/they.”

“That’s great, he/they pronouns are very sexy,” Remus said at once.

Janus laughed, looking up at him at last. “That’s true, you are the sexiest person I know,” he said fondly. A shadow passed over his features. “But,” he went on slowly, chewing on the inside of their lip and picking at the blanket once more.

“Yeah?” Remus encouraged.

“I really don’t like the idea of telling anyone else about that.” Janus grimaced. “I keep worrying I’ll get asked stupid questions about ‘oh, so are you a man again now?’ when—like—no, and I never was one in the first place. So.”

“Oh, that sounds gross,” Remus agreed at once. “I can see why you’d be worried about that.”

Janus nodded. “I just—I don’t want to explain. And I don’t want people to ask questions. And they might. And I just—I don't want any of it. I want to skip to the part where they know and it’s all how I want it to be.”

“That’s reasonable,” Remus agreed. “But, I mean, if they can get me using he/they pronouns and being nonbinary, they had better fucking wrap their minds around the concept of you doing it too. Yeah? Or I’ll make ’em. Violently, if you want.”

Janus snorted. “I appreciate the offer, darling.” They reached up and touched his cheek. “I… don’t know if I want to tell anyone else yet. But I did want to tell you.”

“You got it, cutie.” Remus booped Janus’s nose once. “Just let me know if anything changes. I’ll punch people for you. Anytime. They don’t even have to have done anything. Just point me at them and consider it done.”

Janus did laugh at that, outright, scrunching up his face and burying it in Remus’s chest. “I should not be this into you offering to punch people for me,” he said wryly.

Remus grinned and flipped their hair. “Nah, I think it’s definitely very sexy of me and should absolutely turn you on.”

Janus smacked Remus’s arm. “I did not say that!”

“You implied it.”

“Not… necessarily. That was one possible interpretation—”

“Oh, right, I see, mmhm, very interesting.”

They smacked his arm again. “You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little bit. You’re so pretty when you get all flustered.” Remus bent their head at a somewhat awkward angle to kiss Janus’s lips gently. “Are there any new words you want me to use, by the way?” they asked. “Besides updating pronouns?”

Janus tilted his head to the side, considering. “I think… I still like all the sorts of things you call me already. Pretty, and partner, and—and baby, and so on.”

Remus smirked. “That’s good, I like calling you baby.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Janus hid their face in their hands.

“Why, baby?” Remus asked innocently.

Janus made a strangled noise, and after a pause carried on. “I do think I wouldn’t mind adding a little bit of… masc terminology? I guess? If that makes sense? Adding that into the mix. Not all the time, and not as much as the things you already call me, but… just a bit would be nice.”

“Gotcha.” Remus nodded. “I can do that. So, like, my baby is very pretty and handsome?”

Janus’s cheeks went bright red in an instant, and he hid his face in Remus’s chest again, letting out a tiny wordless scream. “Yes. That. That—that’s nice,” they managed after a pause, sounding almost entirely composed.

Remus chuckled and ran their fingers through Janus’s hair. “Good to know,” he said teasingly. “I will definitely keep this in mind.”

“Oh my god,” Janus mumbled. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Absolutely, but only in a sexy way of making you happy.” Remus kissed the top of their head. “This is just, like, going to be a week of people coming out to me, I guess,” they mused. “Huh.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, something’s clearly eating at someone else we know, and I think they’re going to tell me about whatever it is within the week. That’s all. It was just funny timing.” Remus kissed the top of Janus’s head again. “So, the movie’s over,” they noted, which, sure, was a blatant and deliberate change of subject, but he felt this was justified, both for avoiding-speculating-about-Roman’s-personal-information purposes and, more importantly, for fun-after-movie-things purposes.

“That it is,” Janus said, a particular innocent tone entering their voice. Excellent, he was of a similar mind to Remus, then.

Remus grinned and drew them up for a kiss. “So, what does the very pretty and handsome and lovely human in my arms want to do now?” he inquired.

Janus made another small, wordless, flustered noise and promptly dragged Remus into another kiss. “You can’t just say things like that!”

“What, about how you’re the loveliest—prettiest—sexiest—” Remus pressed tiny kisses to Janus’s lips with each word, until at last they caught his lips with their own in a proper kiss to shut him up. “Pretty sure I can say it, actually,” Remus murmured against his lips. “Cause it’s true.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk,” Janus said, sounding very pleased indeed, and kissed them again.

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[foreverfangirlalways]

Vanilla and Buttercream

Summery: Janus has been on an emotional roller coaster in regards to Virgil, but after overhearing a conversation he is fed up and decides to take matters into his own hands.

INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@stormy_gale/video/6900405649490873605?sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=6932913585296918021&is_from_webapp=v1&is_copy_url=0

Ship: Anxceit, Analogical, Logince

Warning: cursing, angst, disguises

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

*I finally got inspired to write again! I hope I am able to finish up the rest of my stories soon. Let me know if you want this from Virgils POV!*

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“That’s it, I’m done. I’m so fucking done!” Janus growled under his breath as he walked down the corridors towards his room. As soon as he reached it, he slammed his door closed and threw his hat onto his bed.

When Virgil first broke up with him and moved in with the light sides, Janus understood. He hated it and felt like the love of his life ripped his heart out and threw it into a blender, but he had understood. After all, who would want to be stuck with an “ugly, lying, two faced snake” forever?

Even though it was Roman who said the words and then slammed the lights sides mind palace door in his face when he went looking for Virgil, Janus knew deep down that Virgil had to feel that way.

Why else would he have left?

Then when Virgil chucked his favorite hoodie out the door and into the dark realm with a note saying ‘I don’t need this anymore, and I feel like someone needs it more than me anyways,’ Janus got hope again. He quickly took the hoodie before any of the others could see it, and he slept with it on every night in hopes that one time he would wake and be holding Virgil in his arms again.

He always woke up disappointed.

Once he got accepted himself, things started to change. Virgil began to hangout with him again. He would sit on the counter and eat fruit loops while Janus stood next to him and drank a smoothie out of a wine glass. They worked together to help Thomas, listened to music while sitting in the living room, hell, Virgil even asked if he could tag along with Janus to go visit Remus.

And that last movie night when Virgil sprawled out on top of the back of the couch and fell asleep with his head on Janus’s shoulder, Janus subtly kiss Virgil on the cheek and whisper, “I miss you too” in his ear.

But the next morning, things were different. Virgil began to hang around Logan more and more. He seemed to be distancing himself from Janus, and that was heart wrenching. At game night Patton asked Virgil what the traits of his crush were and he replied with, “calculating, smooth, intelligent, and understanding” while staring Janus in the eyes but sent a wink to Logan at the end.

That was heartbreaking.

And when he walked in on the pair cuddling on the couch, with Logan holding Virgil like Janus used to, he felt the last few bit of his heart turn to ash.

But then just before Janus was to turn and wallow, he heard Virgil speak.

“I think Janus is over me. Do you think I should just move on? I thought when he kissed me and whispered that he missed me he meant it, but he hasn’t even tried to talk to me once since then. I know I was an ass in the past, but I really thought we made up. I even described him perfectly in with the crush question!”

Janus felt his heart heal in real time. “All this time Virgil has just wanted me to approach him! To prove I meant what I said!”

However, Janus’s thoughts came to a crashing halt when he heard Logan chuckle darkly.

“I told you he was probably just talking in his sleep. You know, you’re description also covered the traits of another side.” Logan told Virgil while rubbing his hand up and down Virgil’s arm.

Every time Logan’s hand rose, Janus felt his anger and blood pressure move up with it.

When Virgil looked up at Logan with his big, honey brown eyes and mused, “yeah, I guess it did,” Janus whirled around and stormed to his room in anger and frustration.

He was just so utterly done with being polite. He tried to be nice, he tried to be thoughtful, he tried giving space, but fuck. That. Shit.

“If Virgil wants calculating, if he wants proof of my feelings, if he wants Logan, then I am damn well going to give him it all.”

Janus made sure persuaded Roman to need Logan, dawned his Logan attire, made sure he had the correct tie, and headed right for Virgil.

As soon as Pseudo-Logan walked into the living room, Virgil looked up and smiled. Janus felt his blood boil from the knowledge that the smile isn’t really for him, and he guessed it must have showed because Virgil immediately dropped the smile.

“What happened? Did Roman piss you off or something?”

Pseudo-Logan adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “It was nothing I could not handle.”

Virgil nodded, and then kind of just looked at the other side. Moving along before Virgil caught on, Pseudo-Logan walked over and pulled Virgil’s hood down, making him look away.

“You know, you smell just like vanilla.”

Virgil didn’t really react to that, so Janus wrapped his hand over the smaller sides shoulder and had sprawled his fingers across his neck, just like he would always do get his attention when they were together.

Virgil grimaced but then smiled, knowing only one person who would ever dare to touch him like that.

Despite noticing Virgil’s reaction and realizing his cover is basically blown, Janus continues but in a much more obvious manner.

“You taste like buttercream.”

Virgil smiled wider, now with absolute certainty that the side next to him is Janus. Janus looked up and noticed Logan and Roman standing in the doorway, staring. He summoned his hat and decided to make sure Virgil knew 100 percent how Janus feels, without an audience.

“Your feelings up my senses with empty calories.” He brings the hat up, turns back into his true self, and kisses a smiling Virgil.

...

Afterwards he will learn about how Roman and Logan are a couple, and Roman suggested that Logan help out Virgil by making Janus jealous. Later he would hear the full conversation they had on the couch. But for now, Janus is happy to just finally have Virgil in his arms again.

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.2)

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It had been about a month since Remus' wedding, Roman was starting school soon.

Roman despised school.

Soulmates kissing in the halls, marks so bright it was almost blinding. Students asking him why he hadnt found his soulmates yet, asking why his markings were oh so dull.

But his least favorite thing about the school, was the school's favorite power couple.

Roman had known for a while that goth kids were going to end up taking over one day, but this just proved it.

Janus Belgrave was a year above Roman, he was tall and he had heterochromia and canines that were so sharp they might as well have been knives. He always seemed to know everything about a person by looking at them. He was always wearing a hat or a cape, regardless of dress code formality. He had a soul mark shaped like purple and black flowers down one side of his face.

Virgil Liddell was in the same grade as Roman. He was short and shy but he could probably drop kick someone if they made him feel even the slightest bit threatened. He had bright lilac eyes and darker purple hair. His soul mark was in the form of a two-headed snake that wrapped around his neck and collarbone.

The two of them always wore much more clothing than Roman would have deemed necessary, and would get very defensive when asked about it. But, goth kids were weird, so he wasnt going to judge.

Roman sat on his bed, staring at the rows and rows of clothing in his closet. He supposed it was a good thing he didnt have to try fitting himself in there to. After a long while Roman finally decided on a red hoodie with two white stripes in the middle as well as stripes down the sleeves, a pair of shorts, and black boots.

"Roman! Breakfast!" Roman's mother called from downstairs. Roman let out a sigh that wouldve been worthy of an oscar had the timing been convenient. He rushed down the stairs and stuffed his face quickly.

The bus ride wasnt much different than usual, Roman head his head pressed against the window, that way it was much harder to see any of his classmates soul marks.

It was stupid that they were able to find soul mates so young in his opinion, why didnt the marks just develop over time instead? Why couldnt they just be kids without having to worry about who their soulmates would be? But of course, Roman had decided that his lack of understanding for soul mate ages must have just been his jealousy talking. After all, how was a boy with no soul mate supposed to know anything about finding one.

He also supposed that having no friends didnt help that. After all, people with soul marks tended to avoid the Soulless like the plague, it was incredibly rare for someone to be born with no mark at all, and they didnt want to risk that spreading.

So Roman sat alone, every day, during class, lunch, breaks. And he pretended not to care, pretended he didnt notice the suspicious glances the others gave his tattoos, or the rumors or the laughing or anything else that the school tried to throw at him.

"Is this seat taken?" Roman looked away from the window. In front of him was a person with short pastel blue and purple hair, a white dress with a mint green belt and sleeve-straps, and white boots, as well as round glasses with clear frames.

"No, of course not," Roman said simply. The person sat down, fixing their hair slightly.

"I'm Hestia, she/her," Hestia smiled.

"Roman, he/him," Roman said, and then he noticed what seemed to be white lines etched across Hestia's skin.

Hestia seemed to have noticed the staring, because she pulled a jacket over the markings soon after.

"They arent soulmarks if that's what you're thinking, I dont have any, these are from something else," she said, looking away slightly.

"Oh- I didnt mean-" Roman rubbed the back of his neck slightly. Finally, he pulled down the side of his jacket and shirt to show off the tattoos. Hestia's eyes widened and she smiled slightly.

"Are they nicer here? The middle school was never very nice about it," Hestia said, Roman bit his lip slightly.

"Well, they arent rude necessarily, but of course you must know how it is for us," he said sadly.

"Yeah. . . It's so stupid, we can still have relationships, even if we dont have soulmarks, after all they're just for relationships that or more than ordinary friendship, it's not like having no markings means I cant make someone a cake or something," Hestia said bitterly, scratching at the lines on her arms.

"Yeah, and does it make sense to you that we have them from birth? Like why do children have to worry about suddenly glowing in the middle of the playground. It seems a bit contrived if you ask me," Roman said.

"Yeah! I know a person who found their soulmate when they were in sixth grade!" Hestia said. People on the bus were giving the two of them scandalized looks, but at this point Roman didnt really care. He finally had someone to talk to who was like him, who agreed with him and didnt think it was a brutal tragedy that he had no marks.

As the bus ride neared its end Roman and Hestia exchanged numbers, she was a freshman and he was a junior so they knew they were unlikely to have any classes together, but both had agreed that they would meet up after school when they could manage.

But now that he was off the bus, it was back to acting like a terrified gazelle in a jungle of stripes and spots.

Of course, Roman was used to that feeling.

What he wasnt used to was being shoved against a locker by a man a little less than a foot shorter than him, kissed, and then left standing confused in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense argument.

"See! I told you I can catch people off guard! I'm not that loud!" From the looks of it, Goth² was having a very intense debate, and Roman seemed to have found himself right in the center.

"I didnt say you couldnt at all, I just said you're not very good with subtlety," Janus replied, smirking. Virgil's face seemed to be going redder by the minute.

"Oh like you're so good at sneaking around with your- height!" Janus let out a laugh.

"Aaawww, is the chihuahua mad because the Great Dane's better at pranks?" Janus said, ruffling Virgil's hair.

Roman coughed slightly, he hadnt meant to do it, but it seemed to get the two boys attention very easily.

"Ah- yes, Virgil, mind explaining so the damsel you've distressed doesnt think hes ruined a relationship?" Janus said, Roman's face went scarlet.

"Sorry- yeah I couldve probably gone with something else but I'm not exactly a quick thinker ok!" Virgil said, pouting.

"O-oh its alright-" Roman said, trying to cover the rapid blush spreading across his face.

"How about this, to make it up to you, why dont you sit at lunch with us? You're always sitting alone and I highly doubt that its healthy for you," Janus said, smiling.

Roman froze like a deer in headlights, all he could think to do was nod and accept the slips of paper handed to him by the two boys.

"What. The fwuh. Just happened." Was all he could say when they left.

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Hear Me Out,, Virgil Is A Beauty YouTuber That Basically Does Goth/Punk/Emo/Scene Makeup, And His Boyfriend Janus Is A Conspiracy Theory YouTuber And They Meet At A Convention And They Become A YouTube Couple,,

Virgil was glad he was popular, it gave him more people to talk to online, and the pay he got for views was good enough that he no longer needed a second job.

"Good morning my little shadowlings! Now in celebration of my friend Remus finally getting engaged, we're going to do a bit of a stylized gore makeup," he said to the camera, holding up a few different pallets. He smiled as he watched the excited comments coming in from the live chat, occasionally addressing individual subscribers between instructions.

"Good night my little shadowlings, dont forget to leave a like and subscribe!" Virgil called to the camera, before finally ending the stream. He wiped the makeup off his face, wincing at his reflection in the mirror. He scrolled through his feed for a few hours before he came across a video that made his breath hitch.

"People have conspiracy theories about me now?" he whispered to himself, clicking on the video. It started with an animation of snakes forming out the channel name, and panned out to a man who looked about Virgil's age.

"Now, we all know Virgil Blanche as an extremely accomplished (and extremely hansome) makeup artist, but theres something he's been hiding from all of us," Virgil felt himself blush slightly, but kept watching, intrigued.

"I've tallied up the evidence, and all signs point to one thing, Virgil Blanche, is an eldritch demon," Virgil burst out laughing. He smiled as he watched the rest of the video, he hadnt even noticed some of the things about his own videos that this Janus boy had pointed out. All this talk of eldritch deities however, had given him an idea.

The next day he set out to do one of the most elaborate make-ups yet, and he was going to ensure Janus saw it.

That was how it all started, the two poking fun at each other online, Janus' theories only building further based on Virgil's newest videos. The real trouble started at the first convention of the year, Virgil had just finished setting up his booth when the area around him went dark.

"Fancy seeing you here, Virgil," Virgil turned around to face Janus, a smirk gracing his face.

"You to, Jan," he said, laughing quietly.

"You've been doing quite a lot of odd makeups, hm? One could say it's almost like shapeshifting isnt it?" said Janus.

"I suppose you could," Virgil said in reply.

The two seemed to run into each other quite often that day, eventually deciding to spend the rest of the day together. Virgil found it nice, Janus was rather interesting when you got to know him.

Of course, no one couldve expected the video released a few months later.

"Good morning my little shadowlings! So as you've probably noticed by the video title, today I'm going to be doing the boyfriend tag challenge with Janus!" the comments from the live chat flooded in, surprise, excitement, shock, and Virgil adored it. You'd be hard pressed to find a video on either channel without both of them in it, it was like the couple was inseparable, which sparked a number of theories on other conspiracy channels, which the couple was all to happy to feed into.

[hamiltalian-creates]

Wine Mom Dadceit, Pt 4

Summary: It’s almost a normal day at school for Virgil. Then Remy finds him.

Pairings: Virgil x Remy

Words: 1,450

Warnings: None

By the end of the weekend, Virgil assumed Remy had forgotten about him. Sure, there was the highly probable possibility that Remy was still grounded and still didn’t have his phone, but Virgil chose not to get his hopes up. Always be either right or pleasantly surprised, that’s what he told himself.

“Something wrong?” Janus asked as he sat down for breakfast with his boys.

Virgil shrugged. “No, nothing. I just... I don’t really want to talk about it right now..”

Janus nodded and gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, that’s your choice.”

Remus looked between the two desperately, trying to figure out what kind of conversation was going on without him. “Is this about Remy? I want to see him again.”

Virgil choked on his orange juice. Remus may have been a goblin, but nobody could say he wasn’t smart. “No, this is not about Remy, this is about something that’s none of your business,” he hissed once he regained his breath.

Remus tutted and almost threw a handful of eggs at his brother. He stopped himself, however, when he realized that his dad was still there, watching him very carefully.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything,” Remus said, though he was clearly lying.

“Of course you weren’t. And I wasn’t about to take away your video game time for the week.”

Remus pouted and sat back down, eating the rest of his food quietly.

Once they were all ready to go, Janus dropped them both off at school before heading to work, wishing he could take Virgil’s advice of taking a hot bath instead of working.

Virgil sighed as he stepped on campus, going back to his routine of keeping himself as hidden as possible. No cute boys, no Lego class wars happening a couple of walls away, just boring, terrifying middle school. He made his way to his locker, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, though it wasn’t inconspicuous enough.

“Oh my god, Virgil, is that you?”

Virgil groaned and tried a little harder to stay hidden. He didn’t recognize the voice, but it wasn’t like there was anybody for him to recognize.

“Virgil, stop ignoring me, I can’t run with my Starbucks!”

Nope. Still not his business.

“Well, at least promise you’ll tell Remus I said hi!”

It was the other person’s fault for not at least introducing himself fir- Wait. Tell Remus? Almost nobody knew Remus and those who did rarely wanted anything to do with him.

Virgil turned around and saw a familiar face shuffling down the hallway, struggling not to spill the contents of a Starbucks cup. “Remy?..”

“In the flesh!” he said as he caught up. “I’m, like, totally sorry I didn’t text you, my brother kept my phone locked up the whole time, even when I told him it was an emergency.”

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. “I wouldn’t say it was an emergency..”

“I would,” Remy said with a wink.

Virgil blushed and quickly changed the subject. “Are you drinking coffee?”

“Ugh, no. My brother is no fun, he won’t let me have a daily coffee yet. He says it’ll stunt my growth or something like that. For now, I’m fine with a hot chocolate.”

Virgil thought about how short his father was. “Yeah, I believe that.”

“Wow, everyone is conspiring against me,” he sighed. “So, like, we should probably get to class or whatever. I could definitely use a tour guide,” he hummed, shimmying a bit in Virgil’s direction.

Virgil laughed a bit. “I guess I could help you out..”

Remy smiled and gave Virgil his hot chocolate to hold, searching through his backpack for his schedule. “Literally, it’s my first day, I do not understand why my bag is this messy already...” It was about a minute before he eventually found it, pulling the paper out with a victorious grin and handing it to Virgil. “So, what’s the verdict? Any classes together?”

Virgil looked it over and nodded, hoping he didn’t notice how red he felt himself turning. “Yeah, a couple... And we have lunch together.”

“That is so cool! It’s like I have a built in friend already!” He pulled Virgil into a hug, but almost immediately released him as he felt him tense up. “Oh, sorry. My brother is, like, the biggest hugger and I guess he’s rubbing off on me. I’m guessing you’re not that big on hugs?”

Virgil shook his head. “Uh... No. Sorry.” He hardly liked it when his popstar hugged him too much.

“Honey, you have nothing to be sorry for, I should’ve asked first. I’m good with a little shoulder pat,” he said, doing just that. “Why don’t we get to class, built in friend?”

“Right..” Virgil lead Remy to class, sitting beside him in the back of the room.

“So, how many other friends are you going to introduce me today?” Remy asked as they sat down, pulling out a notebook.

Virgil laughed awkwardly. “Well... You know Remus?”

“How could I forget the cute little demon?”

“That’s about it.”

Remy seemed genuinely surprised, something that Virgil didn’t really understand. “A guy as cool as you?”

“I’m not really cool by teenage standards... Just by my family’s standards.”

Remy pouted. “Well, that’s their loss. If nobody else wants to be your friend, I don’t want to be anyone else’s friend.”

“You don’t have to do that.. You actually do seem like a cool person, you could get along with other people just fine. I don’t like people anyways..”

Remy smiled a bit and leaned over towards Virgil, wiggling his eyebrows. “You like me, don’t you?”

Virgil blushed madly and pulled a book out of his bag, starting to read it.

Remy pouted and sat up straight. “Alright, I guess I could ease up for now. Are we at least friends?..”

“Of course we’re friends. Just.. awkward friends.”

“All I need is that we’re friends.”

The two kids spent the school day together whenever they could with Virgil doing his best to keep Remy quiet and Remy doing his best not to fight anyone who gave them a funny look. And considering that the new pretty boy was hanging out with the goth loner, there were a lot of fights for Virgil to stop. Still, he kind of loved having Remy around. It was definitely weird compared to hanging out with himself, but it wasn’t a bad thing. He was a friend with the chaotic energy he was used to. Virgil was almost disappointed by how quickly the school day ended.

Remy groaned as the two of them stepped out of the school. “Now I have to leave my friend and go back to being a prisoner of my brother.”

“At least you don’t have to live with Remus,” Virgil joked, though it had been made clear that he was the only one allowed to joke about Remus when Remy almost had to drag him out of fighting.

Though it didn’t seem to be a problem. Remy didn't spend enough time around Remus to see what kind of goblin he could really be. “He’s really adorable, but I guess living with all that energy must be something.”

“That is... An awfully nice way to put it,” Virgil joked. A few seconds later, he spotted his dad’s car in the line and sighed. “There’s my dad. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?..”

“Sounds like a plan,” Remy said before kissing Virgil’s cheek.

His face went bright red and he walked off without another word, getting into his dad’s car.

“Is that the Remy that Remus was talking about?” Janus asked, not one to miss an opportunity to pick on his boys.

“Maybe...”

Janus smiled and glanced out the window again. “He looks nice. Remus said he liked him?”

“Surprisingly,” Virgil said, half joking. “I get it, he’s kind of chaotic when he’s not being just really chill, but Remus is probably still on another level..”

“You should invite him over so we can compare them.”

“He’s grounded,” Virgil added quickly. “I’m not sure for how long. He can’t come over.”

Janus tutted, knowing that Virgil was probably telling the truth. “You can’t avoid letting us meet forever.”

“I can try.”

Janus smiled as he decided to have mercy on him and stop with the questions for now. After all, this was a big deal for Virgil, crushes were a big deal for everyone and a new friend was pretty rare for Virgil. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by asking too many questions. Instead, he drove them to Remus’s school without another question on the matter, taking them home afterwards.

[remuscore]

More random shit about my sander sides human stuff.

Patton

He’s genderqueer!! Goes by he/him and she/her pronouns!! Not many people use she/her but he doesn’t mind much.

Also has depression and autism.

His parents have always been very supportive of him despite being divorced. Patton is their little baby and they would kill for him.

He’s been friends with Logan since they were toddlers. They’ve been thru so much together that they’re practically siblings.

He and Logan met Roman and Remus once they entered school (since they’re a grade above) and quickly befriended them.

Well, until middle school came along and Remus seemed too graphic.

Patton was the one to get in the big fight with Remus. He was scared of Remus because he was acting more violent and scary and that caused Roman to admit he didn’t like Remus’ new ideas either.

It just became a domino effect of childish fear. Patton does regret being so harsh on Remus, but he does think he’s made the right decision.

Logan

They’re agender. I know I used he/him pronouns but I’m just getting more things figured out.

Doesn’t remember a lot about their dad, but their mom told them that he wasn’t the best person.

They don’t remember a lot about their childhood really, mostly just what Patton and their mom tells them.

They’ve never been the best friends with Roman, but they can’t say they hate him. Just find him aggravating.

Emile has been their therapist for as long as they could remember, probably how they met Patton in the first place.

Works at a department store. They fucking hate it there.

They’re the only one (besides Roman ofc) that still talks to Remus. Not friends with him, mind you, but will talk to him when Patton is too afraid to and Roman rather not be seen with him.

They do think Patton was being rather unreasonable kicking Remus out, but they didn’t want to risk getting in trouble too.

Roman and Remus

Roman has a very different relationship with his parents than Remus does, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good relationship.

Their parents hold very high standard for Roman that he never really achieves and Remus is yelled at and belittled constantly for doing little things.

Because of this, Roman is terrified of disappointing or upsetting his parents and Remus has long sense given up on them.

However, Remus is still closeted like Roman because he rather not get kicked out of the house yet.

Remus likes to paint a lot and he’s painted all of them. Most of them are gorey and titled aggressive things. Except Janus. He loves painting Janus.

Roman is more into writing and acting than drawing and painting like Remus. He still an extremely talented artist tho.

Remus has a pet rat named Barf Bastard. BB for short. His parents don’t know about him.

Virgil

Tallest in his family despite being the youngest.

Has severe anxiety of all kinds and a bit of imposter syndrome.

Visits his dad sometimes, but he lives outside of Florida so it’s not very often. His father is a bit distant, but he does still love Virgil.

His mother is a huge goth so his emo phase is more of how he was raised then just a phase.

Didn’t have any friends before meeting Remus and then “upgraded” (in his opinion) to Patton, Logan, and Roman.

He really didn’t like Remus that much, he just followed Janus around because he didn’t know what to do.

In fact, he can barely tolerate Janus.

They used to get along, but after Virgil left him and Remus for the others, stuff has been tense around them.

Plus, his snake almost tried to eat his tarantula when they first met and he’s been angry ever since.

Janus

Shortest in his family which he is very against.

Despite his mother being bisexual, he doesn’t have a father like Virgil.

Was adopted by his mother, single as can be and just wanting a child. He was around 6/7 ish when he was adopted so fairly young.

Doesn’t know why his bio parents put him up for adoption but those painful middle school years of self hatred and gender dysphoria says that it was because of his birthmark.

But since those terrible times, he’s the shining image selfcare and maturity. Probably another reason why Virgil doesn’t like him.

Was mostly drawn to Remus because his appearance was just so... weird that he wanted to know more about the kid. He half expected Remus to be one of those asshole types that just wanted to look edgy, but was pleasantly surprised when he turned out to be just fun and weird.

Is now the proud owner of over 10 paintings of himself as a half-snake man by the lovely Remus Prince.

[im-a-space-gay]

Seeing Shadows Chapter 1

I know this is kinda small, but don’t worry! I have big plans for this series! Is that a good thing, I’ll let you decide!

Chapter 1- An Ordinary Day

T.W.: Ghosts, Character Deaths, Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Bullies, Let Me Know If I Need to Add More

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Most of the time, Virgil loved his friends. They understood him, they appreciated him, they helped him. Even if he was seen strange for hanging out with them, he loved them.

But sometimes...

"VIRGIL! VIRGIL WAKE UP, WAKE UP VIRGIL C'MON IT'S TIME TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"

Sometimes he wished they could die a second time.

"Shut up," Virgil mumbled, throwing a pillow over his face, and he heard a sigh of fondness from one of them. Logan or Patton, if he had to guess. "School can go frick itself."

"Virgiiiiieeeee," Patton said this time, poking him in the side. "Get readyyyyyy."

"FINE," Virgil groaned, getting up and throwing the pillow in the direction of a snickering Roman even though he knew it'd only go through the egocentric ghost. He looked at the three ghosts hovering around the bed and watching him before huffing and dragging himself to his closet.

"What'd you pick today Roman?" Virgil asked, knowing Roman probably spent all night picking out the outfit for today. He opened the walk-in closet and listened to Logan and Patton discussing Virgil's schedule as Roman told Virgil what it was today.

You see, Virgil was indecisive when it came to certain things, like what to wear. Ever since he met Roman and told him this, Roman took it upon himself to pick out an outfit for Virgil everyday he had to go somewhere. He let him do his own thing when he stayed home.

Virgil closed the door to the closet with the outfit, shooing his friends out when they hesitated to leave. They were way too worried about leaving him alone for some reason. Even Janus and Remus didn't like it when one of them wasn't with him.

"Guess dead people are protective," he mumbled to himself, getting dressed. Virgil figured it was because he met most of them when he was young, and he was a pretty jumpy kid back then. He looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself a tiny bit.

Today Roman picked fishnet stockings, black high-waisted shorts, a black tank top tucked into said shorts, a dark purple crop top sweater, black fingerless gloves, combat boots, and a black beanie with his gay pin, P!ATD pin, and MCR pin in it. The outfit complemented his heterochromia, the left eye being white while his right was black.

He quickly smudged black eyeshadow beneath his eyes since he didn't want to put too much effort into makeup today.

Virgil opened the door to the closet and walked out. Roman looked proud of himself as Patton clapped. Logan looked mildly concerned though.

"No. Boys will be checking out Virgil all day and looking at him like he's a snack!"

"Exactly," Roman whispered, wiping a fake tear. "If I was alive I know I'd certainly check him out!"

"Okay, one, that's weird," Logan said, furrowing his brows. "Two, absolutely not! I would rather commit suicide a second time than let him go out in that!"

Virgil rolled his eyes, exiting the small bedroom and leaving the bickering ghosts behind, Patton floating above him as he went downstairs. He grabbed a bowl of cereal and ate at the table, watching his mom fill out last minute paper work.

"Hey Vivi. Who's with ya?" His mom asked, huffing as she put down the pen and ran a hand through her curly hair.

"Patton," he answered, watching the ghost turn on the TV (when he used to do that, it freaked out his poor mother so much. Now it's just weird if he didn't) and change it to cartoons as he sat criss cross in the air. "Logan and Roman are fighting upstairs."

"What's it about this time?" She asked, picking the pen back up and writing things down.

"Logan says the clothes Roman picked for me today is gonna attract the attention of boys, which is bad I guess, and Roman says that's good."

"So the usual worrywart Logan versus idiot Roman once again?"

"Yeeeeep," Virgil popped the p, killing off his cereal. He stood up stretching before cleaning his bowl in the sink. He sighed, hearing the argument coming downstairs. "Warning, disagreeing Lo and Ro incoming."

"Gotcha," his mom said, signing her signature.

"I'm just saying that he needs to find a boyfriend soon!" Virgil turned from the sink and started glaring at them, but they didn't notice.

"No he doesn't! He's doing just fine by himself, and that's okay!"

"Are we seriously talking about this?" Virgil asked, getting irritated. He normally didn't mind it when his dead friends talked about him like he wasn't there. He was used to it. But discussions like these always put him on edge. Like, were these ghosts seriously arguing about his love life? Again?

"What?" His mother asked glancing between him and where he was glaring.

"Boyfriends," Virgil groaned, sitting across from her and putting his face down on the table. His mother sighed.

"Virgil, I know you don't like living people, but you can't only have friends with the supernatural. Especially people only you can see."

"I sure as heck can try though," came the muffled response and his mother sighed again. Virgil stood up and grabbed his backpack, declaring he should probably go if he wanted to make it to school in time.

"Before you go," his mom said. Virgil looked back at her. "What are the rules?"

"Don't talk to ghosts unless no one is around, the people around me know I can see them, or I'm pretending I'm on a call. Don't react to what ghosts say in public. Don't help ghosts make their way to the afterlife if it's at my expense. No more than three ghosts in the house at a time, and never have Roman and Remus in the house at the same time."

"Okay, have a good day sweetie."

"You too," he said as he closed the door behind him. Virgil watched the other three float out behind him as he put his ear buds in, knowing people would assume he's on a call because of it. He started walking down the street towards school as Patton giggled.

"Hey Virgie," the ten year old said, holding back his laughter. Virgil kept on walking without looking at him, as it would seem weird to normal people.

"Wassup buddy?"

"When you look for something, why is it always in the last place you looked?" Virgil smiled hearing Logan say "don't you dare".

"I don't know, why?"

"Because then you stop looking!" Virgil snorted as Patton flew in front of him with a grin, and Logan and Roman groaned loudly.

"Hey Patton."

"Yessum?"

"Why did the kid cross the playground?"

"Whyyyyyyy?" Roman wailed dramatically and Logan groaned again. Patton just smiled wider, showing off his missing canine.

"Why did they cross the playground?"

"To get to the other slide!" Patton's giggles were out of control at this point, and Logan and Roman couldn't be more miserable. This went on until they got to school, where Janus and Remus appeared out of nowhere.

"Hello small child!" Remus waved excitedly at Patton, and Patton returned the gesture. When Virgil first met Roman and Remus, Remus terrified Patton out of his mind. Now they were best friends. Strange how those kinds of things played out.

"Puns?" Janus asked Virgil, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the distressed teen ghosts.

"Yep."

Virgil walked into school and pushed past the many kids already there, listening to his friends talking like he wasn't there again. They learned to do this since Virgil wouldn't be able to interact with them in public places as much as at his house.

“You think Chad will start messing with the freshmen again?” Janus asked, floating by him as other kids either didn’t notice him or got out of his way with nervous/excited glances. Virgil snickered, bringing the microphone part of his earbuds closer to really convince people he was on a call.

“After last week? Not likely. He’s probably going to take a break until next week when he isn’t scared out of his mind,” Virgil said, trying not to laugh when bullies or former bullies looked at him and got as far away as possible.

When Virgil first started high school, nobody noticed him. He was just a weird kid in the back of the class who had an awesome sense of style (courtesy of Roman) even if he looked kinda goth. But when somebody was bullying a shy girl, he was quick to step in and intimidate them away. Normally he could intimidate on his own with a glare or a scowl, but a couple times the others focused their auras on the bullies which scared them immensely. Since then, he’s been a hero to people who get picked on, and a good portion of the school worshipped the ground he walked on.

Then of course, there was the small portion of bullies who immensely feared him which seemed to grow smaller whenever Virgil encountered them (the bullies. Not the part where they feared him), and an average amount didn’t really know who he was or what he did but were slowly becoming more aware of his presence.

Pretty big achievement, if you took into account it was currently the beginning of his sophomore year.

He made it to his locker while having small talk with Janus, the others trailing behind having their own conversations. He shoved his bag in and took out some books, listening to them absentmindedly before Patton cut in, talking to him directly.

“Virgie, everybody’s talkin’ about a new kid!”

“So?” He asked, getting on his tiptoes to reach a pencil from the top of his locker.

“Apparently they’re not from Louisiana!”

Virgil paused his movements, absorbing the information as a chill went down his spine. He resumed them after a second, getting the feeling of today’s not gonna be an ordinary day.

“Something is in the air,” Virgil said vaguely, inspecting the pencil as the ghosts around him stopped talking to listen. “Something that will be life changing.”

“Well that can only be so good,” Janus mumbled, ever the pessimist. Virgil only shrugged looking back up to grab one more notebook before closing the locker as the first bell rung.

“Talk to you guys later,” he said, making movements as if he was ending a call as he took his earbuds out, walking towards the next class as they followed, discussing among themselves what would happen. Virgil himself wondered what fate was going to play at today if it felt like alerting him something was happening.

Oh well, he figured, sitting down for geography. Only one way to find out.

Epilogue

The tall boy stumbled through the halls, apologizing to people as he looked between the map the office gave him and his schedule, pushing up his glasses with his shoulder.

Why couldn’t I be, I dunno, below six feet instead of above, he thought bitterly, cursing out his height internally as externally he apologized, ignoring the rushes of feelings whenever he brushed against someone else.

When he finally made it to his class, it looked like he was way earlier than he should’ve been, and the teacher smiled him.

“Ah, you must be the new student from Florida, was it?”

The boy smiled, nodding.

“Yep! I’m Emile Picani!”

[ladyartemisia28]

Say Amen(Chapter 5)

Chapter 5/?

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince, Platonic Royality.

Warnings: Cursing, mention of emotional abuse, unsympathetic Janus,

Words:4753

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU ~

Patton was sitting on his bed reading his history textbook when he heard a loud thud outside the door.

He opened the door to see Virgil bags on all of his body. It appeared that he had been knocking on the door with a boot clad foot.

Patton held the door open for his friend.

“Whoa, how'd you get all these bags onto the bus?!”

Patton took the bag of bagels from Virgil's mouth so he would have the ability to respond.

“I didn't take the bus” Virgil shuffled in and carefully placed all the bags onto the floor.

“Then... how?”

“Roman took me to the store.” the right side of his mouth lifting in a grimace. Virgil knew his best friend well enough that he to know that he would make a big deal about it.

“AWWWW! That's so cute!” Patton grinned widely as he helped Virgil put away their food. “And domestic! That's so great!!!”

“no it's not really not” he said with the sour look still on his face

“What's wrong Shadowling?” he asked his smile dropped from his face.

“I don't know if I'm going to be able to be able to survive being partners with him.”

“Did he say something? Did he do something?! I will physically fight him!” Patton offered as grabbed single bagel from the bag. He then placed the bag of bagels in a basket on top of the fridge

“Patton No! He didn't do anything like that!” Virgil said frantically as he motioned with his hands to stop. The last thing that he needed was Roman to lose teeth or have his pretty nose broken. “Please don't fight him!”

Patton place the lone bagel on his bed next to his book before returning to help Virgil with the remaining bags.

“Well that's good.” he said as he took the tub of margarine and put it into the fridge.

“He didn't even bring up what happened last night.” he said with a small touch of sadness in his voice.

“But you wanted him to?”

“No?” he said more of a question then a statement

“You shouldn't lie”

“Maybe,” he bit at his thumbnail as he spoke. “Like I want to know what he wants?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he did me a favor, well favors at this point. The... ... thing at the party, the cleaning of my old hoodie, and then the grocery store trip. He's racking up a ton of things in his I.O.U. List.”

“Well he might be doing things for you because of his feelings for you.”

Virgil went to argue and was interrupted before he could start.

“You said yourself, he asked you to go to the party as date. You say no, but you end up together anyway!”

Virgil rolled his eyes with a small grin. He could practically see the anime stars in Patton's eyes.

“Like the universe was pulling you two together! He probably likes you even more.”

As Virgil finished his placement of grocery items in the small kitchen nook he turned to look at his bubbly roommate.

“No that can't be it. It has to be some sort of game.” Virgil replied to his friend's joyful rant.

“I think he just likes you.”

“Ha! I TRIED to flirt with him and... well he didn't take me up on it. He must of found someone else that he was interested in. You saw him at that party, with all those guys. ....” Virgil muttered his words lowering in volume and tone as he continued.

”Oh speaking of flirts, guess who I saw at the library today?” Virgil said in a louder happy to move onto a more positive topic.

“Don't try to change the subject!” he said as he climb upon his bed.

After a moment Patton's curiosity won out.

“Who did you see?”

“Remy”

“OH! ” Patton said with an excited clap of hands. “I LOVE that little Lambkins! How is he doing?”

“He continues to be the sassiest of asses, but he seems to be doing good. He was happy to hear that I'm not longer attached to YOU KNOW WHO....

“Yeah well.”

Virgil placed his bag on his bed and then he climbed on top of it.

“He kept sending pics of Roman that he found on Instagram. Like 'I don't need you to show me what he looks like! I'm right next to him in the meat section!'”

“Is that a euphemism?” Patton asked with a puppy-like head tilt.

“NO!” Virgil exclaimed in horror as he settled himself into a sitting position.

“Sorry, you know I don't know slang lingo stuff.”

He went to grab his headphones from his bag and paused as a he recalled a memory.

“Hey Pat.”

“Hmmm?”

“Your crush from History Class that you always say is so smart and handsome. The one that you told me and I quote has the most amazing eyes that have ever existed,” he rolled his eyes as he finger quoted.

Virgil may have been outwardly mocking Patton's description of this guy's eyes. But he could almost be accused of the same sort of sappiness.

He remembered one moment at the library when he caught himself looking at Roman when he was distractedly staring off into space.

Virgil was going to ask him to come back to earth but he was caught off guard by the way that the light had made his eyes look. Roman's eyes looked like a tiger's eye gemstone. A shifting series of browns.

' I never thought I'd be this big of a lameass. If anyone heard what I thought they would laugh at me.'

He shook his head at the memory and continued his conversation with his roommate

“This guy his name is Logan right?”

Patton's naturally rosy freckled face flushed with even more color and he just nodded in response.

“Does his last name happen to be Sanderson?” Virgil asked as he pleaded internally that his assumption was wrong.

“Yeah! It is! Patton answered. “Just the sisters from Hocus Pocus.”

Patton continued his words uninterrupted as Virgil fell backwards onto his bed.

“When I mentioned that to him he said the cutest thing! ” Patton said excitedly before he quoted Logan taking his glasses and adjusting them like an anime character as he did so. “'Ah yes, the Halloween cult classic yes, my younger brother is a fan of that, uh film.'"

“Cute, sure.” he muttered in mildly sarcastic tone. To Virgil's ear he would call the voice that Patton used to imitate him robot in tone. “I didn't...”

“What?”

“Take that for your type. He sounds a bit of a more serious no nonsense type. Like he wouldn't be that fun?”

Virgil threw an arm across his face to obscure his eyes.

“Yeah, he may be a bit serious. But just get him to talk about his interests and his whole being lights up like a christmas lights!” Patton said with an earnest feeling behind it. “And he was just so cool in class the other day! You should have seen him passionately defend Pluto's status as a planet! ”

“So do you think I'll be meeting Mr. Christmas Lights?” Virgil chuckled as he thought to himself.

'Out of everyone that could have been Patton's crush it's stupidly ironic that he happens to be the brother of my cru- NOPE! No don't you dare think that word anywhere near him. NO ROMANTIC ROMAN ALLOWED THOUGHTS!'

“Oh you just missed meeting him at the party! He helped me look for you.”

A cold feeling of realization hit Virgil hard as he sat up quickly to look over at Patton.

“What?!” he nearly shouted as the panic flooded his body.

Patton didn't reply as his eyes widened in surprise. From his face Virgil guessed that he had not realized that the information that he had shared would cause this particular type of reaction.

Patton was usually more emotionally astute but his heart was so full of infatuation for Logan that he was distracted enough to make a mistake.

Otherwise he probably would have prefaced his words with a little more warning.

“Are you telling me that guy in the tie, that you showed up with saw me make out with his BROTHER?!”

“Yeah...” Patton said with a sheepish tiny smile. “I guess in all the excitement I forgot to mention that to you”

Virgil groaned.

“I wish I had never heard of the fake-out make out.”

He grabbed his headphones from his bag, slide them onto his ears, and pulled up a play list. Virgil looked over the list and he spotted MCR and was reminded of the moment in the car.

He smiled in spite of himself.

'I can totally see why he is so comfortable on stage. He was.... radiant?...mesmerizing?... magnetic?

...Gods I don't even have the right words in my thoughts! It's like my world was just me and Roman and the song. I haven't met anyone that captivating since... ... ... Jae'

He needed to distract himself quickly and searched it for his sketchpad.

“Hey Pat didn't you pack my sketchpad in my bag this morning?”

“I sure did, why?”

'Crap'

“So do you happen to have Logan's number?”

~

 Roman sat in one of the audience chairs while starting at monologue. His mind was not on the script at all though as he turned each page.

His thought were focused on the memory of Virgil's singing. His low rich baritone echoed faintly in his head. Roman would pay good money to have a recording of him.

He replayed his interactions with him afterwards when Virgil teased him about wanting to go back to his room.

'Oh NO! THAT WAS HIM FLIRTING!!! I should have flirted back! I love flirting! But the first day he got so angry when I flirted with him and now he's angry that I didn't!? What the Hell! Maybe since we kissed he wants more?! I gotta try really hard now!'

Roman decided focus all his of his attention on wooing Virgil.

He flipped over the paper and listed all of the things that he knew Virgil liked.

Honey Cluster Granola

Disney

Grape Gatorade

Puns

Count Chocola Cereal

The Black Cauldron

Nightmare Before Christmas

Evanescence

My Chemical Romance

While adding more to the list he was approached by the costume designer.

“Hey want to see a couple of my new sketches?” the small blue and pink haired enby asked as they offered Roman the notebook.

“Always, Talyn always.”

It was several pages of people in a different costumes. Talyn's style naturally leaned tended towards Punk, Goth, and other Alternative type styles.

Roman looked through the black and maroon velvet cloaks, Victorian satiny waistcoats, leather pants, and other accessories.

'Am I just that Twitterpated with Virgil to see him everywhere?! I mean let's not kid around he would look sexy in this clothing. '

“Great work TallyKat.” Roman croaked out.

Talyn squinted suspiciously until they saw Joan approach.

“What we looking at?” Joan asked as they sat next to Roman and leaned over to look at the drawings. Roman handed off the sketchbook to them.

“So how did that party go last night?” Joan asked as they thumbed through the pages.

“Remember Virgil?” Roman directed the question toward Joan nodded before they turned to Talyn to clarify.

“He's Prince's partner in Med. Lit.”

“Virgil...Virgil Alexander? ” Talyn asked as they retrieved their sketch pad, their face brightening up with recognition,“You know Anx?”

“Another person called him that in the library today, he wouldn't tell me what it was from.” Roman

“OH it's an old joke from high school.” Talyn continued. “Well sometimes one of us wanted to do stupid things. Like drive donuts in an empty parking lot or eat a mouthful of warhead candies,Virgil would be the one to tell us why it was dangerous. We said he was all of our collective anxiety in human form.”

Roman filled that information away for later.

“So as you were saying...” Joan asked gesturing to Roman.

“We kissed last night...” he whispered excitedly.

“Well that escalated quickly” Joan deadpanned.

“I mean... it was MEANT to throw off his ex...Kinda like in that movie 'To All the Boys I Loved Before'.”

He waited for them to nod before continuing his frantic rant. When they did not he just went ahead and proceeded.

“SPOILER ALERT! For the movie if you've never seen it. I mean you totally should it is such a good flick. I mean everyone who has ever seen a Romcom knows how it would end up anyways. Well in that movie it wasn't her Ex. It was someone that she was trying to trick. Ah! That gives me an idea! Maybe if I offer to make a contract to make his Ex Jealous! Then he could fall in love with me like Lara Jean fell for Peter!

“Don't do that.” Joan commanded in a flat tone with a shake of their head.

“Are you sure? Fake Date is such a classic!” Roman visibly pouted at the rejection of his idea.

“No” both of them said at the same time.

Roman took the list in hand and moved it about while he spoke.

“Ok well I .. I've made this list of things that I know he likes and I can just put them all into a basket! And bring it to him...”

Joan yanked the piece of paper from Roman's waving hands

“How are you going to put 'Probably the entirety of Hot Topic' into a basket exactly?” Joan sardonically asked.

“I don't know, I'll figure something out...like maybe a gift card...a dozen gift cards...what is the highest amount of money you can put on those anyway...?” he took the paper back from Joan and began to write 'Check out gift cards'

“As much as I'm sure he would love to buy out the entire stock of Hot Topic. Princey I've known Anx for years, these big old honking PDAS are going to freak him the fuck out!” Talyn said with an exhausted type of aggravation.

“You guys don't get romance!”

His two non-binary pals shared a look.

Roman ignored them and attempted to continue his frantic writing, but he was stopped in his tracks at the sound of his phone.

-It seems that Virgil had a sketchbook fall out of his bag in your car-Logan

“See this is a sign! Virgil's sketchbook was left behind in my car! This is the second time that he has left something behind for me to gallantly return to him like Prince Charming!” he motioned at his phone with his hand.

Joan took a hold of Roman by the shoulders and looked him in his eyes.

“This is NOT a SIGN. Just give the boy back his stuff without any of your Romany weirdness.”

“But...but if I don't shower him with gifts to let him know that I like him..how...how” Roman excitement deflated like a balloon. He finished the thought in his head

'How am I going to get him to to like me back'

Another chime from his phone pulled at his attention.

-He says he needs it for one of his classes. He wants to know if it is acceptable for him to send his roommate to your location or to meet somewhere in the middle?-Logan

“Well it looks like Logan says he is going to send his roommate out to grab it for him” Roman said as he visibly wilts as he replies that they can meet in the quad.

“I'm sure he knows that you like him. You've always been...wait a sec, you said LOGAN texted you?”

“Yeah why?”

“Shit, are you telling us that you never gave this guy...the guy you're so clearly into...your PHONE NUMBER?!?” Joan asked disbelief increasing with every word.

After a noticeable moment of silence, Roman found his voice.

“oh, i guess I didn't.”

“You are a hopeless idiot here, dude” Talyn added with a head shake.

~

 Roman got done with his drama club and hurried to his car. To his horror he saw the sketchbook had fallen open and varies pages were strewn about.

“NO, No, no, no!”

He was torn between the impulse to grab them quickly without looking to be quick and also to preserve privacy.

But the other part of him that knew that these pages deserved respect and care won the internal argument.

Plus admittedly he really wanted to snoop through the artwork.

So he looked over the art as took page by page and gathered them tenderly.

A few charcoal sketches of local abandoned buildings with gorgeous use of shadows.

Roman's jealousy perked at an unnerving page filled with disembodied hands reaching for the viewer.

He rolled his eyes as he found a page with a picture of Mothman, Slenderman, and an assortment of other cryptids.

'Of course he's into this weird stuff...

His eyes lit up as he saw accurate recreations of the Avatar: The Last Airbender and Steven Universe Cartoon characters, with a sticky note near them saying 'For Emile'.

“Who's Emile?” Roman muttered with a pout.

After he placed the last of the loose pages to a sort of order in the book he closed it. He looked over the cover that had a few more drawings on it as well as stickers for bands.

Roman hugged to his chest and then he ran as quick as his legs could carry him to the quid. He arrived only a slight bit out of breath.

'Man i need to get back to my morning running sessions. If I don't get my endurance up my dancing will suffer.'

He looked around at the area to search out for his target.

A boy sat at a bench, he wore a patterned pastel blue overalls over a pastel purple shirt. As Roman neared him he saw the the shapes were ice cream, hearts, and rainbows.

“Hey?” he approached the boy he hoped was the roommate. “Pat... ton?”

His face was semi-familiar. His big blue eyes were a softer grayish hue than Virgil's deep piercing blue. His smiling face was covered in freckles. Roman wondered how he would describe the color of his puffy hair, it was either a pale brown or a dark blond.

"Yep! So you are my Virgil's new 'friend' huh?!" his cheerful voice asked with the word friend is a tease like giggly way.

“Uh, I hope so?” Roman replied nervously.

“Patton Hartley!” he offered his hand.

“Roman Sanderson, pleased to meet you.” he said as he shuffled the notebook to one arm to shake his hand.

“I really like the pastel getup.” he said with the most genuine tone. He wanted to make sure that he made a good impression on a person who was so important to Virgil.

Even the world's most Emotastic basket wouldn't mean a thing if this boy went to his roommate and said Roman was no good. Patton was the biggest deciding factor, besides Virgil himself, in his ultimate fate.

'Please like me please.'

“Thanks so much! I love your hair! I don't think I could pull it off. I tried a teal a few years ago” Patton said as he looked up to his hair. His gentle smile told Roman that he was not insecure, he just was speaking with he thought was the truth.

“Thank as well. I personally think everyone can 'pull off' fashion colors. It's just finding the color that suits you and wearing it with confidence. And not using a box dye. I think pastel pink would look fantastic on you.” Roman offered as advice before he remembered the object in his hands.

He held the sketchbook out with both hands. “OH here you go, this is what you came all the way out here for!”

“Looks like everything is order.” Patton said as he quickly thumbed through the pages before he put it into a florescent green plastic backpack.

It looked like a giant frog.

'How did I not notice that!'

“So was Virgil busy?” Roman asked casual,before he quickly amended “Not that I'm not happy to meet you of course!”

“AH, I packed his bag this morning so I feel like I'm a bit responsible for this happening.”

“How could you know this would happen?” Roman shrugged.

“Well I didn't. But in a roundabout way it could have been prevented if I hadn't have packed it today. Besides I really really wanted to meet you.

“You did?”

“Wanna take a seat?” Patton offered politely as he placed the froggie at his feet to clear the seat next to him.

“Yeah thanks.” Roman said as he sat down.

“Hey can I ask you a question? I hope you don't feel like this is an insult towards Virgil. But what is his deal?” he asked in part aggravation and part confusion.

“Ah, you talking about how he's not the friendliest kitten in the clowder? ” Patton offered as a comparison. “At least when you began court him?

'He said court! I really like this guy.'

“Yeah, That! We were getting along fine, maybe a BIT of playful banter, but at worse it that was just light teasing. But it changed like a switch was flipped or something when I asked if he wanted to go to that party with me.” Roman asked face pinched as he remembered Virgil's change in demeanour. “All of a sudden it was as if I had asked if he wanted to be set on fire!”

“Well, he really thinks you're flirting with him as some sort of game” Patton said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Why would he think that! ”

“I'm not really sure what would make him think of that in class, I wasn't there. But you seemed to be flirting with quite a few guys at the party.” Patton stated with a sigh “Aaaannnd he did see that...”

A blush grew over Roman's tan skin as he remembered his brief playful trifling.

'Virgil was watching that? Yikes, no wonder he thinks so lowly of me. I would never have done all of that if he had accepted my date offer. I am a One Man Man.'

“And... the other thing is, it may have reminded him of his Ex...um you see Jae, he was always flirting with everyone around him. Mostly to charm people to get them on his side, but it hurt Virgil you see. He would ask him to stop, but Jae either ignore him to tell him he was being too emotionally fragile.”

Patton took breath and then continued.

“But then when it seemed like Virgil was close to ending it he would stop his flirtations with others and focus all of his attention on Virgil. They almost broke up dozens of times over the course of their time together. The whole back and forth really made it hard on Virgil.”

“SO this Ex of his toyed with his affections! How dare he tell Virgil he cared too much! I can't believe it!”

“That is some manipulative bull! I swear people who string others along instead of just letting them go are the worst. I've had a few exs like that.”

Patton nodded..

“That Ex! Sounds like a real piece of work, ” Roman chuckled a tiny bit as he failed to notice the uncomfortable look beginning to show on Patton's face, “If Virgil's was so frightened that the sight of him made him flee. Like he MUST be some stupid dirty, rotten, filthy silly billy, no good for nothing...”

“Uh,” Patton attempted to break into the rant.

“Rat scoundrel b-”

“He's my brother!” Patton hastily shouted.

'Oh Shit'

Roman cringed as Patton admitted the full truth of the situation.

“Wait what? I'm so sorry!”

“It's ok. You didn't mean to be mean.” Patton said

“Wait so how does that work? You're friends with your brothers ex? ”

“Nothing will stop me from being friends with Virgil. Nothing.” Patton stated as serious as Roman had seen him so far.

“Wow, um must make Thanksgiving Dinner's more awkward than normal, huh?” Roman chuckled nervously.

“Jae doesn't believe in Thanksgiving. He says that 'Thanksgiving is colonizer propaganda that is just a waste of food.' He doesn't really do holidays... besides birthdays. Well actually he does HIS birthday, and sometimes mine. If only a little bit. His plans for Virgil's birthday always ended up getting cancelled.”

“'So sorry my Nightbird, I swear I thought the museum would be open today'” he did a mock of what Roman presumed was his brother. While doing so his voice gained a sort of smoother quality of speaking. A bit more emphasis of the S sounds.

'Sounds like a snake'

“Sounds like a...like he's very unique person” Roman offered as a neutral statement. “And a very complicated relationship.”

“It sure is....SO are you really truly interested in my pal?” Patton asked.

“Yes. I absolutely am.” Roman said with an excitement that he apparently had made a good impression.

“Just call me Cupid!” Patton said as he did a big hand gesture pointing toward his chest with his thumb “I'll put in a good word for you.”

“I can tell you're really a sweet guy, but still why do this for someone you just met?” Roman questioned face full of confusion.

“I think you'd be a good HONEST boyfriend for my gloomy goober.” Patton smiled at him, “I'm a great judge of character, I've had to learn believe you me. Plus don't let him know it was me that told you this, but the way he looks when he talks about you... well it's just like nothing I've ever seen. I really think he's got a thing for you!”

“Really?” Roman felt uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

“Yeppers, I know my best friend” Patton giggled like they had made a secret pact.

“Thanks”

“Although if my instincts are wrong, I will physically fight you.” Patton suddenly said in a serious tone.

“Really?”

“Yep! If I could fight my own brother, I can fight you” Patton said switching back to cheerful. “Understand?”

The way that he said it so matter of fact and cheerfully made Roman uneasy, almost like those haunted dolls in scary movies. The opposition between his soft disposition and the protective strength in his voice was just scary enough that Roman just nodded

“GOOD!” he clapped his hands and then leap up off of the seat. “I know your Instagram and I'll DM you there to trade info.”

“How do you...?” Roman got momentarily frightened at the thought that Patton had cyber stalked him for his social media info.

“You shouted it out at the party?” Patton smiled as he slung the straps of over his shoulders.

“Oh right...ha” Roman gave a nervous chuckle.

“Well, I've got to go now! Tell your brother that Patton says hi, k? ” he said with a wink he walked away until the bouncing frog disappeared from Roman's line of sight.

 ~

 Upon Roman's arrived at home he restlessly waited for his brother's arrival.

When he heard a turn of keys at the front door he was there as fast as a bolt of lightning.

“You know Virgil's roommate!” Roman shouted as he ambushed Logan as he walked through the door.

“Oh Shit!” Logan cursed as he fell over.

 ~

Chapter 4

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[shortprince-cos]

Presents Or Pranks?

Summary: Janus assumes his "secret admirer" is a prankster, but a familiar face proves him wrong.

Ship: Romantic Moceit (Patton x Janus)

Warnings: Stabbing mention (doesn't actually happen i swear-), pranking mention, high school, Valentine's Day(?). Tell me if I need to add anything else!

Note: Happy Valentine's Day!!! Hope you have a good day regardless of if you have a s/o or not! Also i forgot that Valentine's day wasn't on a school day this year, so ignore that cause i didn't want to rewrite it. Pretend its an AU.

Thank you to @emy-loves-you for helping me with some plot (and basically every other fic I've written)!

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If there was ever a time for Janus to develop anxiety, it would be now.

For weeks he had been wondering who kept putting letters - love letters - in his locker at least twice a week. The last letter had said to meet him here, under the bleachers on the football field, after school, on Valentine's Day.

There were two possible situations that this could turn into: One, this was a really elaborate prank and he was about to either get humiliated or stabbed, whichever came first, or two, someone who has a crush on him was about to meet him, and he would have to break their heart or make out with them.

At least if he gets attacked he can defend himself, and humiliate the stranger instead. If it was an admirer, then they would both be humiliated.

He hoped it was a prankster, because if the person was real, they seemed really sweet, and Janus didn't want to do that to them.

It's probably some straight girl who wants a bad boy. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened, but Janus was tired of explaining that he was gay to every girl he ever crossed paths with.

The letters and gifts had always been very stereotypical, like ones you would see in rom-coms and books. They usually consisted of chocolates, little poems, and pressed yellow flowers.

They were all really sweet gifts (especially the chocolates), but Janus still couldn't help but worry over who the 'admirer' was.

Janus anxiously checked his phone. The stranger was seven minutes late.

It was probably a prankster, and he was probably being filmed right now. Janus looked around, but all that was there was an empty football field.

Janus sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Would a prankster even put this much effort into a joke? This was going on for weeks, and unless this person really hated Janus, he doubted it was a prank. As awful as that was.

Who would even have a crush on Janus, anyway? He wasn't exactly nice or pretty, he was mean and- well, he wasn't ugly, but he definitely wasn't charismatic.

His whole aesthetic was 'stay away from me', so he always wondered why that seemed to attract girls to him, until Remus enlightened him.

"They want a bad boy." Remus explained one day. "They think the idea of an angry guy with a soft spot only for them, is sexy."

"That's stupid." Janus had replied.

And it was stupid- is stupid. What kind of girl wants someone who's mean to them? Janus blamed the Twilight saga.

Janus checked his phone again. Eleven minutes late.

Janus cursed and decided to call it quits. He picked up his backpack and started walking towards the parking lot before he heard someone shouting something behind him.

He looked back towards the football field to see a short, blond, boy, running at him as fast as they could.

"W-Wait!" They yelled.

Janus waited for the short person to catch up, when they did, they put their hands on their knees, trying to catch their breath.

They looked kind of familiar, but everyone does when you go to the same highschool.

"Sorry- sorry!" The stranger looked up at him with blue eyes looking through round glasses. "I'm so sorry I'm late! I promise I didn't mean to be, but my teacher wanted to talk to me after class about my grades, and I tried to tell her I was late, but she wouldn't listen! And then my friends wanted advice about their gifts for their partners, and I got caught up! I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!"

Janus knew he should probably be listening to what the shorter boy was saying, but all his mind was thinking was that he was rather adorable.

"W-What?"

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Janus smirked. "You're adorable when you're rambling."

The boy blushed quickly. "I- u-uh- thank you?"

Janus chuckled. "So, you're the one putting those gifts in my locker?"

The blue-eyed stranger shifted on his feet. "Y-Yeah, I did. I did wanna talk to you about that! Which, is the whole reason we're here- obviously- why else would we-?" He giggled nervously. "Anyway, the reason I put those there is because...uh- I kinda- maybe sorta...like you?"

"Why?" Janus immediately asked.

"I- what?"

Janus crossed his arms. "You said you liked me, and I want to know why."

"O-Oh. I didn't expect you to- uh- ask that?"

"Well, do you have a reason, or-?"

"No- yeah! Of-of course I do...you-you want to hear it?"

"No, I just asked because I was curious." Janus answered sarcastically.

"R-Right. Yeah, okay, um- well-"

Janus smirked as he saw the shorter one fumble over his words.

"Well, over winter break? You uh- you volunteer at an animal shelter in the next town over?"

Janus' eyes widened in shock. "How did you-"

"I work there too! I do every weekend when I'm at my dad's house! Uh- anyway, I saw you there over winter break, and you were just so...soft, with the animals, and it was really cute to see you playing with kittens, and you always took the older dogs on walks because they were sad they never got adopted, ooh! And then you helped me carry some boxes in that one time 'cause no one else was, and you kinda called me pretty? I guess that part isn't as important, heh- oh my gosh I'm rambling! I'm sorry!"

Janus was shocked at how specific this guy's examples were. Then he thought about the situations again.

"You had blue hair."

The bubbly boy's face lit up. "You remember me?"

"A little. You cried when puppies got adopted."

"Can you blame me?! I loved playing with them, and I just wanted to make sure they got a good home!"

Janus outright laughed - which, if you talked to Janus' friends, they would claim that Janus only laughed when a kid fell off a bike.

"S-Sorry- I-" Janus laughed a bit more. "That was the most innocent thing I've ever heard."

The blue-clad boy pouted and crossed his arms in the least intimidating way possible.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Janus apologized while still chuckling slightly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. A-Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that okay I'll be going now-"

"Wait." Janus said before the smaller one ran off. "What are you doing tonight?"

"O-Oh! I'm not doing anything...why?"

"The dance tonight? Would the unnamed stranger in front of me like to go?"

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry, I totally forgot to introduce myself! My name's Patton!"

Janus smiled. "Alright then. Would you like to go to the dance with me, Patton?"

Patton immediately blushed more. "Oh gosh, you don't have to-"

Janus took Patton's hand in his own and brought it up to his lips. "Now why wouldn't I want to take my beautiful admirer to a nice dance?" He pressed a kiss to Patton's knuckles and watched as Patton's face turned even redder.

"I-I...y-yeah, I wanna go with you!" He squeaked out.

Janus dropped Patton's hand. "I'll see you tonight, then?"

"Y-Yeah, sure!"

Janus picked up his bag again as Patton started to gather his as well. "Oh, and, Patton?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope you know that I will have to repay you for those presents you gifted me."

Patton sputtered. "You don't have to! I just wanted to give you something-"

"Nope, too late, I've already decided." Janus started walking back towards the parking lot. "See you later, cutie!"

Thinking about the future dance, Janus decided that maybe an admirer was better than a prankster after all.

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Sorry this is so short, but I thought something was better than nothing! I hope you guys enjoyed!

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More to this concept:

Logan and Virgil are roommates so when Logan finds out that V’s a goddamn siren... he’s very frustrated with himself

Virgil takes hour long baths almost everyday

Roman and Remus share an apartment and there are feathers everywhere. constantly.

they say that birds keep flying in

except that the feathers are much, much to big for any birds that live in the area

Patton is a Cottagecore Centaur (also I’m contemplating to make him genderfluid)

Janus steals fruits and berries and stuff from the mayor and other important people for jam, spells and as gifts for Patton to make pies from

(Patton doesn’t have to know)

(they are also roommates)

Remus is a painter and his paintings are mostly really freaky

(he likes to paint dinosaurs but he knows how they actually look like)

Roman writes for the local newspaper

Also Logan is Dark Acadamia (he just doesn’t know the name), Janus is Goth, Remus is Punk, Virgil is Emo, Patton (like i said) is Cottagecore, Roman is just a gay himbo

Remus claims to be atheist and thinks it’s hilarious

Roman has flower tattoos

Patton stumbles a lot when he’s hiding his back legs

Virgil’s legs and feet hurt more and more the longer he’s been out of water

Janus has snuk a bunch of protection jars and crystals in Logan’s bags and room

Patton can’t drive but he’s the only one who owns a car

the twins know how to but you really shouldn’t let them. they don’t know what the current rules are. just no.

Janus and Logan are the only ones who can and are allowed to drive

[shortprince-cos]

More Truths Than Dares

Summary: After "The Double Closet Incident" as Patton so calls it, Patton and Janus have a talk at their friends' sleepover.

Ship: Moceit (Patton x Janus)

Warnings: Smoking, claustrophobia mention, truth or dare. Tell me if I need to add anything else!

Note: This is a direct sequel to "In A Closet"! You can read this without reading that, but it'll probably be confusing!

{Previous}

{Masterlist} (I KNOW I NEED TO FIX IT BUT IM A PROCRASTINATOR FIGHT ME)

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"Oh, I didn't know he was invited."

All Patton had done was walk in the door. He hadn't even said hi, or hugged Roman yet, he just walked in the door, and Janus was already on his back for just existing in his presence.

It was going to be a long night.

"Yes? He's my best friend, you know!" Roman defended as he brought Patton to sit on the couch with him and Logan.

"Wow, rude." Logan said.

Roman made a series of offended noises. "You're my boyfriend! So obviously Patton is my best friend!"

As the two quickly dissolved into playful banter, Patton stood to go put his overnight bag in Roman's room, hearing Janus whisper something to Remus and Virgil as he walked by.

Just ignore it, he thought, not really in the mood to argue today. Especially not after what Patton had dubbed ‘The Double Closet Incident’.

It was disastrous. Not only did Patton get locked in a closet with Janus, who has claustrophobia, he discovered that he may have a thing for men. Who knew?

Roman. Roman probably knew, especially after he had adopted Patton into their little friend group. And if being gay was a contest, Roman would be the judge.

But...it was normal to feel that way, right? It wasn't weird to feel embarrassed when someone got up in your personal space, was it? It wasn't abnormal to blush when someone said kind words to you, or odd to imagine yourself in different scenarios with someone you saw on a daily basis and they were-

Wait, what was he doing again?

Patton sighed as he set down his bag by Roman's bed. Those were thoughts for another day. He was supposed to be having fun at his best friend's sleepover, after all!

Patton put on a happy face and went back to the living room to join the others, finding that Roman and Remus were wrestling over something, Logan and Janus were debating, and Virgil was scrolling on his phone. Yep, it was going to be a long night.

---

After breaking up Roman and Remus' tussle, watching a couple of movies, and other various shenanigans, Remus decided to gather everyone up in his room to play truth or dare.

If Patton learned anything from watching the others' turns, it was to always choose truth when Remus picks you.

"Double D, Truth or Dare?" Remus asked excitedly, even though he already knew what Janus would say.

"Dare."

Remus grinned like a shark. "I dare you and Patton to stay in my closet for one hour together."

Both Janus and Patton went pale.

"I...lied. I meant truth." Janus quickly said, hoping that Remus would let up.

"Nope! Too late! Now, you and Patton have to get in there, have hate sex or something, and come out in an hour!"

"Uh- we can't!" Patton exclaimed suddenly, and then all eyes were on him.

"What, are you afraid of the dark or something?" Remus teased.

"Um- no- well, kinda- but no. I- uh- have claustrophobia."

Janus looked shocked, to say the least. Thankfully, everyone was still looking at Patton.

"Yeah, small spaces are absolute torture to be in, and I would prefer it if none of us did stuff that involves small spaces, because then I'll worry about them!" Patton rambled quickly, trying to get all attention on him.

Remus rolled his eyes. "Ugh, fine. But you guys still need to do something together."

Patton blushed a bit, and Janus sighed, looking relieved.

Eventually, Remus gave up, and just dared Janus to eat shaving cream.

The rest of the night went smoother, and Patton ended up telling a lot of weird secrets, but not very important ones.

Eventually, everyone was asleep in either Roman's room, or Remus' room. Everyone except Patton, who couldn't get his brain to turn off.

Patton reluctantly got out of his sleeping bag, and made his way to the front door, maybe some fresh air would clear his mind.

Turns out, he wasn't the only one who had that idea, because as he stepped outside, he found the one and only Janus on the porch, smoking a cigarette.

Before Patton could turn back around, Janus saw him, and nodded his head in acknowledgment. Well, no going back now.

Patton silently sat down in the wooden rocking chair next to where Janus was standing, staring off into space a little before speaking up.

"You-you know that smoking is bad for you, right?"

Janus' lips curled up in a small smile as he chuckled. "I'm aware. Don't worry your pretty head, I only do it when I'm stressed."

Patton decided to ignore the way being called pretty by Janus felt and focused on the other part of that statement. "What are you stressed about?"

Janus blew out a puff of smoke, and suddenly Patton was very distracted by his lips.

"You. You're...different than how I thought you'd be." Janus said solemnly, drawing in another breath.

"Is...is that a bad thing?" Patton asked quietly, looking down to the floor.

Janus glanced at Patton with an indecipherable look on his face. "To be honest? I don't know. On one hand, you're actually a decent person."

"Thank you?"

"And on the other," Janus continued. "I've treated you like s**t for no reason other than spite."

"...It's okay-"

"It's not." Janus interrupted.

They sat in silence for awhile, trying to figure out if the other still wanted them here or not.

"Why did you think I was a bad person?" Patton asked quietly.

Janus huffed. "It's complicated."

"I mean...we got all night."

"...true." Janus sighed. "I think it's because ‘nice’ people don't usually want anything to do with me, and when they do, it's usually for the wrong reasons." He explained. "So when you started talking to me...I don't know, you reminded me of all the wrong people."

Patton's heart broke. He reminded Janus of some probably terrible memories, and had probably been hurting him just by being around him! No wonder Janus frowned whenever Patton walked in a room!

"Janus, I'm so so sorry, I never knew-"

"What are you sorry for?"

"I- That I remind you of some terrible people in your life-"

"Patton," Janus rest a hand on Patton's shoulder, making him blush. "You don't have any control over who you remind me of. Please, don't apologize for that."

"Well- then you can't apologize for being reminded of those people either!" Patton argued.

"I didn't say that, I said I was sorry for treating you terribly!"

"Well, then, I guess you're forgiven!" Patton retorted.

Janus looked at him in shock, as if Patton had just said a bunch of profanities, before quickly looking back to stare off into the distance again. His cheeks were red, but Patton convinced himself that he was probably cold out here.

"You're...too forgiving." Janus mumbled softly, as if he was talking to himself.

"I think that's a good thing." Patton replied.

Janus huffed. "...Thank you." He said, looking at Patton with a small smile on his face. "For everything."

Patton blushed. "Y-Yeah. No problem."

Janus looked at him with a disagreeing look on his face, but let it go.

They settled into comfortable silence as Janus threw his cigarette away and Patton almost fell asleep.

The second time Patton had to force his head up, Janus huffed.

"You should probably get to sleep."

As if on cue, Patton yawned. "So should you." He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

Janus chuckled. "Fine. I'll go back to bed if you do."

"Okay, fine. You have a deal."

Janus had that stupid, self-satisfied smirk on his face that he usually wore that made Patton feel fuzzy inside.

"Good," He smirked. "See you in the morning."

"Yeah. See ya."

Janus ventured into the house, Patton following a few moments later.

Patton felt like he was getting into dangerous territory with Janus, but instead of feeling concerned, he felt more excited than ever.

~~~~~

Hi guys!!!! Its been awhile! So, this is an au that ive fallen in love with, so i wanna keep writing for it! If you guys have any name ideas, send em my way please!

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