#Sander sides fic

[just-want-fluff]

are sander sides people still alive here?

[xandriagreat]

My Little Spider

Author’s note: This is for @whispering-raine  (this post). I am SO sorry that it took me so long! I hope you all enjoy!

Notice/warnings: (almost) panic, none, mostly fluff

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Patton couldn't believe that he brought a dark side to his room. But the dark side is a child and he looked scared when he found him in the kitchen.

The child wasn't like any like he had met. The child has human looks (like Patton and the other sides) but the child had six spider legs on his back and four small eyes above his human eyes.

Patton let the child explore his room as he thinks of what he should do.

"What's this?" the child asked, picking up a soft cat plushie. 

“It’s a cat plushie.” Patton replied, trying not to freak out.

The child nodded and nuzzled the plushie. “It’s soft.”

Patton nodded. “It is soft,” he said, slowly going over to the child, “is this your first time holding something soft?”

The child looked up at  him and nodded. “It’s not rusty, doesn't smell bad, and it doesn’t have stuff on it

“Oh?” Patton said, trying to calm down a bit as he sat down.

He was starting to not be freaked out by the spider side and just noticed the human side just after a few minutes.

The child nodded and yawned.

“Are you sleepy?” Patton asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Hm… no…?” the child lied.

Patton chuckled softly and smiled softly at him. “It’s ok, kiddo.” he reassured, smiling softly. Then he summoned up some spare blankets and a spare bed. “Here you go, kiddo. You can sleep in my room tonight. Want a nightlight?”

The child went to the bed and sat down on it, checking it out. Then he looked at Patton and smiled a bit. “Thank you for these. No, I can sleep in the dark.” the child said, taking the blankets. 

Patton smiled softly at him. “I hope you don’t mind but what’s your name?” he asked.

The child’s smile faded as he hugged himself. “I don’t…” he started to say but stopped himself.

Patton hummed and nodded. “It’s ok, kiddo. That’s understandable.” he reassured him. “You can tell me what you repstent.”

The child stares at Patton for a good moment before saying, “Anxiety. I’m Anxiety.”

The morality side nodded, taking in a breath to be calm and smiled softly again. “Nice to meet you Anxiety, I’m Morality.”

Anxiety smiled back, a bit bigger this time. 

Patton chuckled softly as he went to bed while Anxiety got under the covers of his bed. 

“Good night, Morality.” Anxiety yawned before falling asleep.

“Good night, kiddo.” Patton said as he got in bed and got the lights off, falling asleep.

☆A few years later☆

Thomas was talking with the four sides. They were talking about the upcoming Q&A video, more of the questions that should be asked and what the answer is, if it wants to be answered.

“So, is that all of the questions?” Anxiety asked, looking at Thomas.

“Um… oh! There’s one more.” the host said, looking at his phone. “The question is ‘How long have the sides known each other?’” Then Thomas looked at the sides to check if it was alright.

Morality noticed that Anxiety looked uncomfortable with the question. “Hm… no.” the Morality side said before Logic or Creativity could say.

The three sides and Thomas looked at Morality, a bit confused.

“Why?” the host asked.

“I just… It feels like it could be a bit much?” Patton tried to explain.

“Morality is right. That question would be getting in our business.” the Logic side said, nodding.

“Agreed.” Anxiety said, having his hood up.

Thomas looked at the sides and hummed, “Alright. This won’t be in the video.”

“Oh come on!” Creativity said dramatically. 

Anxiety laughed at the dramatic Creativity as he sank out to go to his room.

☆

As Patton got to his room, he was surprised to see Anxiety. “What are you doing here, Kiddo?” Patton asked, walking over to him.

“I just wanted to say thank you… for letting that question not go to the Q and A thing..” Anxiety said when Patton got to him.

“No problem, Kiddo.” Patton said, smiling softly. “It would be very uncomfortable and a long explanation to the others.”

Anxiety nodded. “Yeah, well… yeah.” Then Anxiety did a lazy two finger salute and left the room.Patton watched Anxiety leave the room, still smiling softly as he remembered the things that he had to do to make sure Anxiety got a room on the ‘light’ sides after what Anxiety told him many years ago and wanted to protect him. ‘Little Spider.’ he thought as he sighed and sat down on the bed.

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Author's note: again, so sorry that it took me so long. Also I did some art

[yomica12345]

Dimensional: Chapter 6

Chapter 1 Link, Chapter 5 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: Implications of past physical abuse, Threat of physical abuse

Chapter 6

Logan pressed a hand against the door, peering into the dimly lit room beyond.

A bright white orb illuminated a long desk in the far corner. Logan’s lips twitched faintly.

“His room seems rather similar to my own,” he remarked under his breath, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

The moment the latch clicked, the room shifted in a blink. The dark blue walls faded, replaced by a softer blue hue. The dimness gave way to a gentle glow, revealing posters of inventors, authors, historical figures, and fictional characters arranged meticulously across the walls. Between them, evenly spaced shelves brimmed with books, their spines neatly aligned.

“This is…” Logan’s voice trailed off, his brows knitting.

My room, the voice in his head finished for him.

He turned back toward the door, his expression thoughtful. “This must be similar to what Virgil experiences,” he murmured, his hands smoothing the fabric of his turtleneck. “Which means there is a reason we are here.”

What does he want now? The voice asked, its tone clipped but measured.

Logan’s hand hovered over the doorknob, his expression unreadable. “You mean Patton?” he asked aloud, his voice low.

Who else? The voice gave a soft sigh. Let me handle this. It won’t take long.

Logan felt his hand begin to turn the knob, a subtle pull he hadn’t initiated. His eyes narrowed, and with a steady breath, he pressed his other hand against the door, halting the motion.

“You will do no such thing,” Logan said firmly, his words quiet but resolute.

It is the best way to keep him from distracting us, the voice insisted, its tone steady, almost coaxing.

“Surely not, if he has returned on multiple occasions,” Logan retorted, a note of dry skepticism in his voice.

He will stay away this time, the voice countered with quiet certainty.

Logan’s eyes widened as his hands suddenly moved of their own accord, working together to wrench the door open with more force than intended. He cursed under his breath, his control slipping.

Patton tumbled into the room from where he had been sleeping against the door, jolted awake by the abrupt motion. His wide eyes locked onto Logan’s as he scrambled back up into a sitting position, relief flickering across his face with a hint of unease.

“Logan, you’re here,” Patton breathed, his voice a mixture of hope and uncertainty.

Logan’s hands gripped Patton’s shirt tightly, hauling him to his feet.

Patton swallowed hard, his head turning away as he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry—I just—I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice trembling.

Logan’s gaze dropped to his own hands, his jaw tightening as he fought to regain control. Slowly, deliberately, he released Patton’s shirt, smoothing the fabric and adjusting Patton’s cardigan with careful precision.

What are you doing? The voice hissed in his head.

My way, Logan responded firmly.

He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Are you alright, Patton?” Logan asked, his tone steady but touched with concern.

Patton cracked one eye open cautiously, studying Logan for a moment before opening the other. “What?” he asked, his voice hesitant.

Logan reached up to adjust Patton’s glasses, his hand trembling faintly. He met Patton’s eyes as his hand lowered. “I asked if you are alright,” he repeated, his tone softening.

You are only going to make this worse. The inner voice murmured.

We will see. 

Patton let out a shaky breath, a nervous chuckle escaping him. “Yes. Yeah, I’m fine, Lo.” His eyes widened as he quickly covered his mouth. “I meant—I meant Logan, sorry,” he amended hurriedly.

Logan blinked, his lips parting as he searched for a response. “There’s no need to apologize, Patton,” he said, offering a slight bow of his head. “Lo is… acceptable.”

Straightening his stance, Logan glanced briefly at the door before returning his gaze to Patton. He cleared his throat, his chest tightening as Patton flinched at the sound. “Was there something you needed, Patton? Is Thomas alright?”

“Thomas is alright… er, well he’ll be fine.” Patton fidgeted with his hands, keeping his head down. “I was just—I know it’s silly, but I haven’t seen you out of your room for a few days.”

“Days?” Logan repeated the word as if it were foreign to him. His brows knit together, and he tilted his head. “Patton, it has only been a few hours.”

Patton’s face fell, and before Logan could step back, Patton gently cupped Logan’s face in his hands, his eyes scanning him with palpable concern. “You haven’t slept in three days?”

Logan stiffened, his foot shifting awkwardly back. His hands twitched toward Patton but paused before he redirected them to adjust his glasses. “I assure you, Patton. I have been receiving plenty of rest. You need not concern yourself with my health.”

Three days?! The voice’s tone repeated with urgency. We have been gone for three days? How has Thomas been able to manage without us? Has he even begun the construction of his project yet?

“Right… Sorry, Logan.” Patton brought his hands back to himself, watching them quietly.

“Patton?”

Patton’s head shot up. “Yes?”

“May I ask how Thomas has been while I have been preoccupied?” Logan’s brow furrowed as he observed Patton’s face, his expression shifting to one of quiet expectation.

Patton nodded. “Of course, Logan. We went to the library like Anxiety had mentioned we try and we came up with the idea to do a… A um…” He pulled a face, scratching his head. “You know Roman would be able to explain this better than I could.”

“That’s alright, Patton. I will discuss the project with him later. I…” Logan paused. “I wished to know if Thomas may have acted out of character these past three days. If he has seemed somewhat… illogical.”

Patton tilted his head, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. “Illogical?”

Logan nodded, his expression carefully neutral. “Yes. Unusual, perhaps. Any behaviors that might suggest he is struggling more than usual to find balance or reason.”

Patton considered the question for a minute before answering. “No? Thomas hasn’t seemed any different.”

Logan’s brows furrowed slightly. “I see… Then you believe his actions and demeanor have remained consistent?”

Patton nodded again, though slower this time. “Yeah, I think so. Well, I mean, he’s been stressed, but that’s pretty normal for him. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

 “Interesting,” Logan murmured thoughtfully in return. “Thank you, Patton.”

Surely Patton has merely failed to notice any change due to his own limitations. How could Thomas have functioned so smoothly without our presence? The voice’s tone was critical, though tinged with doubt.

Even without Virgil’s guidance, Thomas retains his capacity for stress and focus. His concern for the project alone may have been enough to keep him grounded, Logan countered inwardly, resting his chin on his fist while folding his other arm across his torso. Therefore, it is logical to conclude that he can maintain a sense of reason without our physical presence. Perhaps it is a skill he employs subconsciously.

“Uh, um… Logan?” Patton spoke up softly.

Logan blinked, clearing his throat and returning his focus to Patton. “Yes, apologies, what is it Patton?”

Patton turned away. “I was just- I was wondering if you would like some coffee or tea? I could make you some.” He offered.

Logan’s lips lifted at the corner. “Yes, I would appreciate a cup of coffee if you would not mind. Thank you, Patton.”

He nodded quickly, holding up a finger. “I’ll be right back, then. I’ll be a minute- I mean a few minutes.” Patton corrected himself.

Logan watched Patton retreat through the door, the sound of hurried footsteps fading into the distance. The faint smile lingered for a moment before slipping away, replaced by a thoughtful frown. His gaze shifted to the empty space before him, his mind turning over Patton’s words and the peculiar silence of Thomas’s struggles.

Three days. If three hours in dimension five equated to three days here in dimension sixteen, what would the exchange be upon his return to his own dimension? And, perhaps more concerning, what might the other sides accomplish—or disrupt—in his absence?

Logan’s gaze drifted down the hall that Patton had disappeared down, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. Whatever awaited him next, one thing was certain: he couldn’t afford to remain idle.

[simpofmanymen]

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day and she’s never received any cards or messages from anyone…until now.

(was listening to This is what falling in love feels like- JVKE and needed to write this, also Janus is funner to write lying all the time, beside when he's trying not to)

{Ships: poly sander sides x g/n reader}

Valentine's day, I never really had any opinions on it. I've never really been with anyone on it, or gotten anything, of course in elementary but, you were made to give those out. I mean I've never gotten anything that means something, i don't hate it i just have never gotten the chance to feel anything. So when I woke up that morning to my boyfriend Patton cooking pancakes I didn't think much, but. The heart shaped pancakes did throw me off, “you ready for today?” he said as his bubbly self, “ Is today special or something?” that earned me a gasp from everyone, “it's valentine's day!!!” “ah..” roman looked at me confused, “my dear y/n do you not enjoy valentines day?” I gave a breathy chuckle, “I don't really know how i feel about it” “agreed y/n, just another holiday” “JUST ANOTHER HOLIDAY'' everyone started yelling at Logan, me and Virgil laughed softly. I had finished my breakfast after a couple refills and decided to go over to the couch, a snake decided to join us walking down the stairs, “hi Jan” “horrible to see you this morning” he respond, I smiled softly before turning the TV on to set up my F/S that I need to finish. When I heard a roman run in and snatch my phone (we lost the real remote..) “no no no, romantic movie my love” I sighed softly looking over to Janus with an annoyed face, he rolled his eyes back at me. Everyone started to pile in. I ended up being cuddled by Patton, cuddling Virgil, Remus in my lap, and sitting in Logan's lap. Roman was sitting next to my leg, Remy with a blanket around him and laying his head on Thomas who were both sitting on Patton's side of the couch. Roman put on some romance I've never bothered watching. I layed back more on Logan and gave him a peck on the jawline, a mistake. “Hey babyyyy i wanna kiss to!” Patton looked up at me saying, “me tooooooo” Remus says, before then everyone (who would say it) was chiming in wanting a kiss too. I groaned and grabbed onto the Logan, “nooooo im comfyyyyy, Logan save meeeee” “THAT'S MY JOB” roman said crossing his arms like a child. I giggled into Logan's neck. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chin on top of my head, jealous noises everywhere. {time skip} after the movie was over I ended up mostly in the same cuddle position as before. Me, Jan, Logan, and Virgil were the only ones awake at that point. So comfortable, I woke up Remus softly (he was on my legs nnefneufiuefibfb) he ended up waking up everyone. Patton and Logan got up to make lunch, I finally got to my F/S, “lunch!” Patton half yelled, we all sat around the table, roman and Patton stood up. “We have something special for all of you!” roman said, “WE MADE CARDS!” Patton said. They passed out cards with everyone's logos, yours and Thomas's just had hearts with your F/Cs. you opened yours “you make us all smile, we love you, we love your laugh, your insecurities, we love your face, we love everything you hate, we love you so much. Thank you for coming into our lives.” butterflies <3 just butterflies <3 Happy tears? Yes. I started softly giggling as tears streamed down my face. Patton walked over and hugged me, are you ok? Are you good? Could be heard throughout the table, a lot of us got emotional from our messages. I gave Patton a kiss, and nuzzled him softly. We all ended up finishing lunch and going back to cuddling on the couch. I think I’m going to like Valentine's Day from now on. 

[metaphysical-human-being]

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

[vinbee631]

Chance Meeting(s)

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

day 3.5 of logince week! prompt is competition

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

i hope you enjoy!! <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, no, Roman wasn’t convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, where had he seen that name before?

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

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

“SPENCOR 42.”

Hey, that was Logan!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His mom said no, I take it?”

Roman just groaned louder.

…Heh, louder.

…

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

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

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

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

Football was a contact sport.

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

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

Then, there was middle school football.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Much better than football, anyway.

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

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

“SPENCOR 42”

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

Except for in special teams.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe he should just head home this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roman decided he also wanted to be friends with Remy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, and now Logan was blushing.

…Cute.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, talk to you soon, Roman."

[enigmasalad]

WEDDINGS ARE JUST FUNERALS WITH CAKE IS BACK BABY!

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48867970

[yomica12345]

My old works. (It's in my bio but I can't get access to my old account for reasons) If you are concerned I'm not the original writer you are more than welcome to check on archive of our own in the end notes of Dimensional chapter 4. Otherwise I'm excited to continue some of my works more consistently including dimensional and glass-says.

Rosettahart's Masterpost

Glass-says: Virgil's best friend, Patton, is a ghost. A ghost that is somehow only able to be heard and felt by Virgil, but the trick is he can only be seen when someone wears his glasses. Virgil is currently the only one who knows about Patton, but like they always say, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

A Necklace for Her, But Not for Me: Virgil, a closeted trans boy, has been begging the universe to wait to introduce him to his soulmates. Unfortunately, fate has different plans.

Concept Post 1

Concept Post 2

Concept Post 3

Chapter 1

Reptitive Misfortune: Janus (Deceit) Deangelo had a straightforward routine he'd follow every school day: Always be at least 5 minutes late to every class, be a jerk to everyone around him, discreetly watch his crushes during lunch period and occasionally taunt them in passing. His routine is threatened when he suddenly wakes up with powers one morning that he can't control.

Chapter 1

Dimensional: Ever since Virgil has been the embodiment of Thomas' anxiety he has been teleported between dimensions. The difference in a few of the sides counterparts has led to less than ideal interactions between Virgil and some of the others, leaving him to be more closed off. He's tired of all the jumping around, but it's become his life and he doesn't plan on telling anyone about it. Will he suffer in silence forever? Or will he find a way to settle in one of these dimensions?

Chapter 1

Rewrite: Roman, Logan, Virgil and Patton all have their problems to deal with, but they will soon find out that there are some things that they can't get through on their own. Monster AU that I probably won't continue though I might finish up the second chapter anyways since its been a year and it's more than half way done.

A Satisfactory Night: A Secret Santa gift I wrote in 2018. Logicality fluff.

Story ideas:

Post 1

Kinda Post 2

Shh. Merperson AU

Snippets:

Twin Swap au Snippet 1

Secure Snippet 1

[fandombead]

I love that Janus has a cane: a tool long used for support and guiding. Self care and guiding the others, sometimes physically pulling and moving them with it. I see the shepherd metaphor quite plainly as well

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Remus: Virgil is so cute, he squeaks like a squeaky toy when you hug him!

Virgil: that's the sound of the air being forced out of my lungs as your arms crush my ribs, Remus

[logan-the-artist]

some drawings i’ve made for @littlerat2 ‘s awesome fic!!!!

[constellama]

Thinking about the sides as a found family. Thinking about how they’re inextricably connected because Thomas is their world and they do everything for his benefit and thinking about how much they love him and always want the best for him. Thinking about how they’re always growing closer to each other because of it. Thinking about how in the end they’re all six parts of a whole, six planets orbiting the same star.

Sometimes a found family is a guy, himself, himself, himself, himself, himself, and himself

[yomica12345]

Dimensional: Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Link, Chapter 4 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: Mental Breakdown, Self Inflicted Scratches

Chapter 5

The faint sound of running water stirred Virgil from his sleep, his eyes snapping open to the dimly lit room, the lamp on his desk still on. He lay still for a moment, eyes turning towards the bathroom. An uneasy feeling settled inside of his chest when he noted the empty desk. “Logan?” He called out softly, receiving no answer.

Virgil sat up, rubbing his arms as cool air from the vents brushed against his skin. He grabbed his jacket, slipping it on swiftly. Muffled words filtered through the closed door, uneven and distressed. Virgil’s brow furrowed. Logan never talked to himself like that.

Sliding out of bed, he stepped across the creaking floorboards. “Logan?” he tried again, louder this time as he pressed his hand to the door. “Logan, I’m coming in,” he said, his resolve tightening like a knot. The door opened, the muttering now clear as Virgil stepped inside the misty bathroom.

"These memories… they don't make sense. Why would I ever hurt Patton? Was it not always the other way around?" Logan's voice rasped, barely audible above the rhythmic splash of water. "No, Patton wouldn't-" He cut himself off with a sharp exhale, his tone trembling with restrained frustration. "Let me think. Let me make sense of this, Logan!" His words dissolved into silence, leaving only the steady sound of water cascading into the white acrylic tub. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice softer but steady, "We can find a way to undo this."

Virgil’s heart thudded in his chest as he stared at the dark purple shower curtain, the fabric trembling with Logan’s movements behind it. “Lo?” he whispered, his voice shaky. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, something dark hurtled from the shower, landing at Virgil’s feet with a wet splat. He jumped back, eyes darting down to see one of his own jackets, drenched.

He stepped forward, reaching for the curtain with a deep frown. “Are you fully dressed?” He tugged the shower curtain open without waiting for a response.

Logan stood under the spray, the sleeves of his turtleneck pushed up, arms red and raw where they’d been scratched. Water streamed down his face, catching on his glasses and amplifying the wide, panicked eyes that locked onto Virgil’s.

Virgil's stomach churned as he took in the state of Logan’s arms and the streaks of dark eye shadow smudged across his face. What had happened while he was asleep?

“I’m sorry- are you… are you wearing my eye shadow?” Virgil finally asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern.

“Vir- Virgil.” Logan pulled the curtain back closed, cursing as he shut off the water. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Uh, one moment, please.” He pushed his glasses up, scrubbing under his eyes as he practiced a simple breathing pattern. Why couldn’t they have waited to have their breakdown until they were in their own room? “When did you wake up?”

“A couple of minutes ago?” Virgil grabbed a make-up wipe from the counter, reaching his hand through the curtain. “Um… here, in case you are wearing my eye shadow.”

Logan accepted it, wiping the eye shadow from his fingers before rubbing it in circles under his eyes. “Could I possibly…”

Virgil held out a new one.

“Thank you.” Logan finished removing the make-up from his face to the best of his ability without a mirror. He scanned over his soaked clothing, shivering. “We are idiots.” He murmured.

“Why are we idiots?”

“No, we- I meant-” Logan cut himself off, removing his shoes and socks. “Nevermind. Do you have dry clothing I may borrow?”

“Yes, but I could offer you something more comfortable.” Virgil glanced at the folded up clothes by the sink. “But you would have to come out.”

Logan sighed but complied, slowly pushing open the curtain, holding his shoes and socks in one hand, the other awkwardly holding onto his arm.

Virgil glanced Logan over briefly, quirking an eyebrow before making a gesture with his hand; what Logan was wearing was replaced by his usual polo shirt and jeans.

Logan relaxed, adjusting the glasses frames he was much more familiar with. “Thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded, the socks and shoes in Logan’s hand disappearing, a pair of black slippers appearing on Logan’s feet. “So…” He raised his hand to his neck, eyes on the floor. “You want to talk while we ice your arms?”

“Not particularly.” Logan followed Virgil over to his bed, pulling the chair over from the desk.

Virgil conjured up a couple of ice packs, offering them to Logan.

Logan placed them over his arms, keeping his head down. “Did you ever have to go through this?” He lifted his eyes to meet Virgil’s, an uneasy hopefulness in them. “Surely you have not always been the only Virgil across all of these dimensions.”

“I have, actually. I don’t know why there's only ever been one of me, but there is.”

“We see…” Logan frowned.

“What…” Virgil sat up taller, clearing his throat. “What happened while I was asleep?”

Logan exhaled, setting the ice packs down. “You were needed so I stepped in.”

“As me?” Virgil pulled a face. “In what dimension do I wear turtlenecks and glasses?”

“That is not important. I was able to offer a solution to Thomas’ problem and returned here after.”

Virgil gave Logan a skeptical look. “That can’t be all that happened, right?”

“It is not but you do not have to concern yourself with the rest.”

“Did the others actually believe you were me?” Virgil turned to stare at the end of his bed, biting his thumb. “What did you say to them? What did you do?”

“Virgil,” Logan gently pushed Virgil’s hand down, waiting for the anxious side to meet his eyes before speaking, “My…” He rolled his eyes, sighing. “My irrational behavior in the shower has nothing to do with the others and myself and our meeting. Nothing should change the next time you are summoned there. They will all treat you as they did before.”

“Can you at least tell me which dimension you were in?” Virgil asked softly.

Logan opened his mouth, his eyes flickering up to Virgil’s hair as it changed. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment before looking Virgil over, clearing his throat. “Your hair is purple.”

“Purple?” Virgil hurried over to his bathroom, running his hand through it with uncertainty. “Wha- What did Thomas do?!”

Logan followed after. “It seems Thomas dyed it.”

“What about the attention?” Virgil groaned, pacing in a tight circle. “Everyone’s going to stare. They’ll think Thomas is trying to… I don’t know, stand out or something!”

Logan’s brow furrowed as he considered Virgil’s hair. “Personally, I believe it…” He hesitated, his mind catching on the best way to phrase it. “…suits you.”

Virgil lowered his hands, meeting Logan’s eyes through the mirror. “You think so?”

Logan gave a nod. “I assume if we are here that you are needed.” He brought up, quirking his eyebrow.

"Right, yeah.” Virgil glanced in the mirror again, running a hand through his hair, looking to the side. “But… which Thomas…” His voice trailed off as he stepped around Logan, heading for the door.

He paused, noting the number etched into the wood, and his lips twitched up slightly. “Five, huh?”*

Logan’s eyes followed after Virgil as he lingered in the bathroom doorway. “I suppose I will wait here until…” His words faltered as Virgil suddenly vanished, leaving behind only an empty space.

Logan frowned, his gaze settling on the spot where Virgil had stood, the quiet of the room pressing in around him. “Until you return,” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

With a soft sigh, Logan turned toward the desk. His steps slowed as his eyes caught on the clock, its steady ticking filling the silence. He glanced toward the door, his brow lifting slightly.

“Or perhaps,” he said quietly, his gaze thoughtful, “I may have some time here to learn more about us.”

Chapter 6

[sandersontheside]

a little snippet from the prinxiety and logicality coffee shop AU I’m working on. Poor Logan. imagine expecting peppy adorable Patton and getting grumpy, impatient Virgil.

[nb-octopus-writes]

once you're in the hive, the other bees assume you're supposed to be there

[Masterpost]

Summary:

Virgil accidentally gets absorbed by his best friend's brother's polycule.

In his defense, they keep feeding him every time they see him, and Patton's cooking is really good.

Chapter 1: Halloween Party

Wordcount: 1.9K

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There are a lot of people Virgil doesn't know at this party. Remus is here, somewhere, and Virgil needs to find him again before the party ends, because Remus was his ride and he doesn't want to get left here. Janus is here too though, and Virgil doesn't think Janus would let Remus leave without him, and he's sure Remus wouldn't desert Janus, so he's trying not to worry too much about the fact that he doesn't currently know where Remus is.

But that's it for people Virgil knows, and Remus didn't even bother to introduce him to anyone before fucking off to who knows where, and Virgil’s certainly not going to walk up to a random stranger and introduce himself, so he's currently appreciating the snack table. If he's eating or deliberating on what to eat next, he can't be expected to talk to anybody, right?

“’Scuse me, itsy bitsy,” someone says from behind him, and Virgil turns to see a vaguely familiar man in a dazzling prince costume holding a fresh plate of deviled eggs.

Virgil moves so that the prince dude can set the plate down on a clear spot on the table, and frowns. “I'm taller than you, Princey.”

Prince dude shrugs, plucks one of the eggs up, and takes a large bite. “Lucky you, or we'd've had to ask you to vacate the premises,” he says. “No little spiders allowed, real or fake.”

Which, yeah, now that he's mentioned it, Virgil had noted an extreme lack of spider-themed decorations, which is unusual for Halloween. Usually there'd at least be spiderweb cupcakes, but the cupcakes at this party are mostly cute ghosts.

There's probably a good reason for that, Virgil realizes with a sinking feeling. “Should I change?”

“You got another costume handy, or were you planning on spinning a spider-silk cocoon and metamorphosing into a butterfly?”

Virgil grimaces. “No,” he admits.

Prince Dude considers him. “It's not very realistic,” he says, which is true. Virgil hadn't been going for realism, he'd been going for passable costume I can make on short notice. He's wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and he'd cut some pool noodles in half and wrapped them in more black cloth and stuck them to his back for the other four legs. It had been a pain to get them to stay in place properly, actually, and he'd ended up sewing their wrappings to the back of his hoodie in order to keep them where he wanted them. He'd been pretty proud of it, given that Remus had dropped “we're going to a costume party at my brother's house” on him like an hour beforehand, but now he's wishing he'd come up with any other idea. He could have put a sheet over his head and been a ghost, or something. Granted, that would have required him to have a sheet that was both white and that he was willing to cut holes in, which he didn't, but still.

Prince Dude continues to quietly scrutinize Virgil, and he wants to squirm under his gaze. Eventually, the guy shrugs and says, “Might be best to ask the scaredy-cat himself. Wait here, I'll be back.” And he saunters off before Virgil can answer.

For lack of anything better to do, Virgil picks up a deviled egg and shoves the whole thing in his mouth. It's really tasty, actually, and now he's wishing he'd taken smaller bites rather than horking it down in one.

Virgil had thought that Princey was just being mean with the “scaredy-cat” thing, but the guy he's talking to now actually is dressed as a calico cat. Prince Dude points back at Virgil, and Mister Calico Cat glances in his direction, then turns back to Princey. Virgil can't hear what they're saying, but he supposes Prince Dude must've asked Calico if Virgil’s costume was too creepy crawly scary.

They talk for way longer than Virgil had expected, and he can't tell if Calico's response was more like “No, he's fine,” or more along the lines of “Yes, that's terrifying, please have him removed immediately from my sight and also my home.”

He occupies himself with another deviled egg. If he's going to get kicked out, he might as well enjoy some more of this tasty food first.

Oh, fuck. Remus.

Remus isn't going to want to leave early just to take Virgil home, and Virgil still doesn't know where he even is! Fuck!

Well, Remus could have warned him not to be a spider, so if Virgil gets kicked out of the party it'll be at least partly Remus's fault. Virgil doesn't know anybody here, but Remus knows at least half these people, and if Calico’s spider aversion is enough that there are no spider-themed decorations in the house on Halloween, that sounds like the kind of thing Remus would know about.

Granted, Remus revels in being gross and annoying, but still! He's not a total dick. He should have told Virgil.

Fucker.

Calico vanishes into the other room, and Prince Dude comes back over to Virgil. He doesn't look like he's about to kick Virgil to the curb, at least. Virgil braces himself anyway.

“Good news!” Princey says with a grin. “Li’l Mister Muffet says you don't look like a creepy crawly death dealer and he doesn't have the urge to remove you with arson!”

Virgil blinks. “...gooood?” he says slowly. He hadn't even considered kill it with fire being a potential response to his costume. That would have been worse than just getting kicked out of the party, actually.

“Honestly you're much more Doc Ock in silhouette, Spider-Man,” Princey continues. “That helps a lot.”

Virgil glances back at where Prince Dude and Calico had been chatting. “So he didn't leave the room because he can't stand the sight of me?” he asks anyway.

“Nah, he wanted to make another plate of horse devours,” Princey says, reaching past Virgil to grab a cupcake off the table. This one has a little frosting bat.

“A plate of what?” Virgil says, because surely he didn't hear that right.

“Little snacks,” Prince Dude clarifies instead of repeating himself. “Our fridge is crammed with delicious bits and bobs. It's been so hard to resist the temptation to eat them before the party.” He bites appreciatively into his cupcake, then adds with his mouth full, “You'd think he wouldn't notice what with how much he made, but nooo, sneak one chocolate covered cherry before party time and it's a lengthy scolding for you!” Princey sighs dramatically, then cheerfully devours the rest of his cupcake.

“...hors d'oeuvres?” Virgil says hesitantly.

“Yeah, a couple ordervs of deviled eggs, cheese and crackers, and those scrumptious little pinwheel things,” Princey says. Virgil’s not sure if Princey actually doesn't know how hors d'oeuvres is pronounced, or if he's messing with him, but then Princey gives him a mischievous grin that one, confirms that yes, Princey does know what he's doing, and two, is so familiar that it freezes Virgil in place as the pieces click together in his brain.

The lack of a mustache makes Prince Dude's face look different, and so does the way he did his makeup, and he carries himself differently, but it's undeniable all the same: Virgil knows that grin.

This is Remus's twin brother.

Now that he's connected the dots (you haven't connected shit) the family resemblance is clear even to Virgil’s honestly rather faceblind eyes.

This is Remus's brother, and it's his house they're partying at.

… Virgil doesn't remember the guy's name.

Fuck, he should've made sure he at least knew who the party hosts were, especially the one related to his mischief goblin of a best friend.

Well he can't exactly ask now, can he?

“Also like, five types of cupcakes,” Princey continues, oblivious to Virgil’s inner turmoil. “Seriously, have you tried the cupcakes? Chef Boiardelightful made multiple separate batches of different flavors, from scratch. And they're all delicious!”

Virgil smirks. “And did you try to snitch them before the party too?”

Princey gasps theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “How could you accuse me of such a thing!?” he protests with exactly as much dramatic emotion as Virgil would expect from Remus's twin. “For your information, I did not! I merely sampled a portion of the batter left on the spatula after the cupcakes had gone into the oven. Also some of the frosting.”

“He means that he licked the bowls clean,” says a new voice, and Virgil does not jump out of his skin, thank you very much. And even if he did jolt a little, it's nothing to the startled squawk Princey emits.

Calico's back, holding a platter of little finger sandwiches on toothpicks. He offers them up to Virgil, who takes one. “Thanks.”

“No worries, kiddo!” Calico says cheerfully, and puts the rest of the platter down on the snack table. Princey plucks up two sandwiches by their toothpicks, and gets a stern look in response. “Make sure to leave some for the guests,” Calico scolds.

“My delightful and beloved Patissier,” Princey says, cupping Calico's face gently with his free hand. “I assure you that each of our guests could have a heaping plateful of food and we would still have leftovers until next Tuesday. No-one will be going home hungry.”

It really is an impressive spread. Everything Virgil’s tried has been really good. Remus really could have played up the ‘free food’ angle more when trying to convince Virgil to come. If he'd known the food would be this good, then overriding his usual party-related reservations—it's gonna be loud, there will be a lot of people, I don't know anybody, etc—would have been a lot easier. Then again, Virgil probably wouldn't have believed him. He'd mostly been expecting pizza and cheap beer, honestly, not– not homemade delicacies.

The tiny sandwich Calico gave him is lightly toasted, with some kind of sliced-meat-and-cream-cheese filling, and a little green leafy garnish on top. It definitely looks much fancier than most things Virgil eats, and he can understand why Calico doesn't want Princey to eat them all. That probably took a decent amount of effort. He almost feels bad eating it himself, except that Calico had offered it to him specifically, and it would probably be more rude at this point to not eat it.

“Are you sure my costume is okay?” Virgil asks, interrupting the minor squabble Princey and Calico had fallen into.

“Oh, yes, you're fine,” Calico assures him. “Trust me, if you were pinging my brain as an actual spider I wouldn't be in the room right now, let alone standing next to you.”

“Really, cause most cats I know would eat a spider soon as look at it,” Virgil quips, and is rewarded with Calico laughing.

“That wouldn't be very good host-ly of me, now would it?” he says. “I would never eat a guest!”

“Not unless they're a reptile with scallions,” Princey teases, and Calico flushes.

“Hey!” he protests, swatting Princey's shoulder with one hand and trying to cover his extremely red face with the other. Virgil wonders what the reference was, exactly, but doesn't think it's his place to ask. It seems rather personal, from how hard Calico is blushing.

…maybe he'll ask Remus later if he knows what the story there is.

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Chapter 2: The Morning After

[dndeceit]

I feel like there's a fic in this, with Remus as the Doctor and Logan as the Creature.

@intrulogicalweek