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Royal AU?
I know there are plenty of Royal AUs in the Sanders Sides fandom already but... If I were to do one who would you want to be royalty? I may take the results of this poll into consideration as I'm coming up with my concept, but I'll give you a little peek of what to expect by sharing my placeholder title: Royals and Wizards. Are the royals not going to be wizards or are they wizards themselves? Who knows? Also I may have multiple Princes so... make sure to reblog especially if it means others may want the same side(s) to be royalty. But the first place vote will be the concept I will ultimately be going with for this au.
Here are possible concepts for what each side(s) au may be like if they're at the top of the poll:
Roman and Remus:
Two brothers fighting for the crown as their parents aren't exactly sure which of them is the oldest. In order to have a chance at the crown they must find love and be the first to marry. Who would find love first or would it just be a race to get someone to agree to a marriage?
Virgil:
Virgil never wanted the responsibility of a kingdom to be placed on his shoulders but with the King and Queens passing the mantel will soon fall to him. Unable to handle the stress Virgil decides to run away to try and escape the responsibility. Will he be able to escape the crown or will he be found in time to be crowned king?
Logan:
Prince Logan has got it bad for Virgil. (Yes, Analogical because I'm obsessed) But betrothed from a young age Logan has to decide to whether to take up his responsibility as the prince to marry someone for the good of the kingdom or take the decision into his own hands and go with the man he truly loves. (In this one Logan would most likely be a wizard so wizard antics would definitely play a part in the story)
Patton:
As heir to the thrown Patton needs to find someone who he can trust to rule along side him and in order to this a selection is held. (Yes like based off the Selection Series but make it gay and Sander Sides) Meeting with different suitors Patton has trouble narrowing the list of suitors down. Will he be able to find The One?
Janus:
Janus has had a rivalry with a prince of a neighboring kingdom since he was young. (Not sure who the other prince would be yet) Wanting to get back at this other prince he sneaks into their kingdom and their sleeping quarters in order to steal something as leverage against them. However his plan goes awry as he's caught and his lies have him committing himself to spying on himself for this prince who actually just wants to win his heart. Will Janus end up developing feelings back? He certainly hopes not.
P.S. I might come out with another poll later for who you may want to see as a wizard.
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are sander sides people still alive here?
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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.
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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
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#patton sanders#My Little Spider#ts morality#ts anxiety#morality sanders#anxiety sanders#thomas sanders#logic sanders#creativity sanders#sander sides fic
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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.
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will never forgive the sander sides community for making my fic standards that high right off the bat
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Chance Meeting(s)
alright, it's time for day 3! or, it's 4 now...
day 3.5 of logince week! prompt is competition
this is maybe my favorite oneshot form this series so far, but i did not have time to proofread very much, so we'll see how this goes lol
i hope you enjoy!! <3
The Gainseville Billy Goats was your fairly standard youth soccer team. Every other day, excluding weekends, a large group of first and second-graders would meet to practice running around and kicking not-soft objects.
It was a wonder the Reyes twins’ mother allowed them to even attend these practices, the worrywart that she was, but the twins' insistence on any and all physical activity left her practically unable to say no.
Roman and Remus loved sports. From the time they had learned to crawl, they were constantly moving around, looking for new things to try.
For their parents, it could be a tad exhausting, but it was wonderful to see them be so enthusiastic about new activities or sports or games.
Soccer was the first sport they were able to play on an official team, with jerseys and everything! The boys were in love with it instantly; they didn’t even get distracted during practice and run off like the rest of the kids!
And then, after a few weeks of practicing and learning and so so much running, the boys finally got to participate in a real game! Against another team with other kids!
The twins didn’t stop smiling the whole time, grinning even wider when they passed the ball to each other or when someone on their team scored a goal.
The game could be pretty choppy sometimes. Since they were still only in first grade, some of the kids could be a bit iffy with the rules. Roman and Remus, of course, followed them to a T, but they understood if some of their friends needed extra time to figure things out.
Their opponent, the Newberry Newts (Roman and Remus really liked that name! They thought it was clever) was basically the same as theirs, just with different kids and blue jerseys instead of orange.
If they were following along with the pe-sific defensive rules, Roman’s current opponent was supposed to be number 42, “SPENCOR.”
That wasn’t his actual name, Roman knew, only his last name. But they were in the middle of a game! He’d have to get to know him better when they weren’t trying to beat each other at soccer.
His future friend was also very good at the game, and they seemed to know all the rules like the back of their hand already! Sometimes, they even tried to help the referees! Roman thought that was kind of silly, trying to correct an adult, but usually, they were right! Roman was pretty impressed.
Roman had made a continuous effort to smile at Spencor whenever they made eye contact, even going so far as to shoot them a thumbs-up for their best moves. Unfortunately, they never returned the smiles or gave a reaction to the support. Oh, well. Maybe he was too distracted by the game Roman understood.
By the end, Roman was practically vibrating at the excitement that was meeting a potential friend. Once his coach had let everyone return to their families, he rushed over to his parents.
“Mama, mama, can I go say hi to that kid over there? I wanna go say hi!” Roman’s mother chuckled, very used to his enthusiasm.
“Well, I had been planning on congratulation you for your first-ever soccer win, but I suppose that can wait a few minutes. Be safe, mijo, and stay where I can see you, alright? We have plenty of time.”
Roman grinned, quickly giving her a hug before turning to his brother.
“Hey, Re! Do you wanna come meet someone with me?” Remus glanced up at him, looking a bit confused. “Sorry, can you repeat that? I only heard ‘meet someone.’”
Roman nodded, reminding himself to slow his words down a bit. “I’m gonna go say hi to someone, they were on the other team, and I wanna meet them! Wanna come?”
Remus shook his head. “Nah, I wanna eat my snack for now, but have fun! Lemme know what they’re like, okay?” Roman quickly agreed, turning to rush over to meet this Spencor person before they had to go, but something stopped them.
Spencor, like the rest of the kids at the game, had gone over to meet their family, talk about the game, and eventually head home. It seemed like they were with their mom right now, but something seemed wrong.
She wasn’t yelling at them. Roman would have been able to hear it from where he was standing. But she looked really upset with them. Maybe they had gotten in trouble for something? It might not be the best idea to go talk to them if they were in trouble.
Suddenly, Spencor’s mom stormed off, leaving them by themself, and- crying?
“Hey! Are you alright?” Roman ran over to Spencor, suddenly spurred into movement at the sight of his tears.”
“I’m fine,” they grumbled, “now please, leave me alone.”
Yeah, no, Roman wasn’t convinced.
He carefully sat down on the ground in front of them, smiling gently when they didn’t immediately try to shoo him away again.
“I could leave, I guess, but it seems like you’re still upset. You don’t have to talk ‘bout it if you don’t want to! I just figured you might want some company or something. And I think you’re really cool, so I wanted to say hi!”
They blinked, startled out of their tears. “You- you think I’m cool?”
“Well, yeah, you’re cool! You’ve got cool glasses and you know a lot about soccer, and you’re really good at it too!”
“But… but my team lost. So, you’re probably better than me…” they muttered, folding their arms and sitting down in front of Roman.
“Well, yeah, my team won, but that doesn’t mean that one person on one team is better than one on another! We’ve all got different skills, and lumping people together as the best or the worst is no fun. You should just, well, have fun! And, you did really good out there. I liked how you kept telling the referees about the mistakes they made. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do that!”
“But… I got in trouble for it. Mom says I’m not supposed to talk back to adults, it isn’t respectful,” they replied sullenly, curling up and resting their chin on their knees.
“Hm, well, sometimes adults aren’t always right. So, as long as you’re nice about it, you should try and tell them when they make a mistake. ‘Cuz everyone makes mistakes! And then we can learn from them!”
Spencor seemed to think it over for a minute, then ultimately seemed to agree with Roman. “Y-yeah, I think you’re right. You’re really smart,” they said.
“Aw, thank you! I… I never asked for your name. And I never introduced myself! Oops! I’m Roman, by the way, sorry I forgot.”
“It’s alright,” they responded. “After all, everyone makes mistakes, right? I’m Logan.”
With a wide grin, Roman decided that he really, really liked Logan. He hoped they’d get to stay friends for a long, long time!
…
After second grade, the twins moved on to another sport: basketball! Not that soccer hadn’t been fun! It was just…
Graduating from second grade meant moving up to the next soccer team. The twins really enjoyed it at first! The team was a bit smaller, and things were a lot more organized and they learned different skills now that they were older.
It was just… their coach was not very understanding about Remus’ need for repeated instructions. And when Roman had tried to fill in the gaps for him, he’d gotten yelled at talking over their coach!
Once they told their parents about this problem, they had quickly been taken off that soccer team.
Later, after Roman’s anger and Remus’ embarrassment had calmed down a bit, their parents had asked if they wanted to look for another team to play for, but the experience had left a bit of a sour taste in their mouths.
Besides, there were so many other sports left to try!
So, at the recommendation of one of Remus’ friends, they joined their elementary school’s basketball team. It was a very different sport (hands, not feet, Roman had to remind himself sometimes), but they loved it even more than their previous choice!
About halfway through the season, the team was scheduled for a game in Newberry.
Huh, where had he seen that name before?
This match wasn’t any different from all the others they’d been in. Except, Roman swore there was something familiar about this town. He’d never been to Newberry Elementary before, so where had this eerily familiar feeling come from?
It wasn’t until about halfway through the game that Roman spotted a jersey that answered his question.
“SPENCOR 42.”
Hey, that was Logan!
Roman had been wondering if he’d ever see his friend again. After that soccer game, the Billy Goats wouldn’t get the chance to play Newberry until the next season. And, by the time that came, it seemed Logan wasn’t on the team anymore.
Roman had been pretty disappointed at first, but his and Logan’s towns were pretty close by. If either of them did any sort of traveling in the future, there was a chance they’d get to see each other again.
The memories of Logan had passed through his mind every so often for the next few years, and now, that hope had finally paid off!
For once in his life, Roman was really hoping this game was going to end sooner.
Finally, the game was finished (Roman’s team had lost this time, he was pretty sure there was- like, poetic meaning to that, or something), and Roman rushed over to greet his friend- for real, not just the monotone “good game” handshake he had exchanged with all the players.
“Hey, Logan!!” They turned, seemingly startled that someone was calling out to them. “I- sorry, do I know you?”
“Yeah! Sorry, I’m Roman! From soccer a couple of years back? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”
Logan’s face lit up in recognition, and they nodded. “Ah yes, I remember. It is good to see you as well. Did you continue on with soccer? I haven’t played since that season we met.”
“Um, nah, me and my brother got kinda bored with it after we aged out of our first team, just a year after you quit. We switched to this instead! It’s hard to stick with just one sport when there are so many cool ones!”
“I see,” Logan nodded again, though they didn’t seem to quite agree with Roman’s statement. “Have you two been enjoying basketball, then?”
“Oh, yeah! I mean, I’d love any sport I get to play with Rem, but basketball’s pretty cool! A lot less running, that’s for sure!”
Roman was delighted to see Logan crack a small smile at that. Geez, they’d only talked twice and Roman was already picturing them being his closest friend.
“So, uh, my parents usually take me and my brother out to eat or to get ice cream or something after a game. Would you wanna come with your mom or dad? Or whoever brought you? I can even ask them for you if you want! Or- not, sorry if that was too forward.”
Logan blinked, processing Roman’s word vomit. “I… er, I suppose I would have to ask my mother. And, I… if you- uhm, if you wouldn’t mind… you may ask her. And, there’s no need to apologize. You just… pardon, you talk very fast, so it took me a moment to understand.”
“Oh, yeah, I do that a lot. Re yells at me for it all the time ‘cause he really can’t understand me if I do it!” Logan didn’t get the chance to question Roman’s statement before his mother was walking toward them.
“Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?” She asked curtly. Roman nearly grimaced at the ice in her tone. Maybe she’d just had a really long day or something and was in a bad mood.
“Hi! My name is Roman! I met Logan at soccer a couple of years back, but now we get to see each other again! I was just gonna ask if you guys would like to join us for- er, one sec. MOM! ARE WE STILL GETTING ICE CREAM?!”
Roman’s mom chuckled from the other end of the court. “Yes, honey!” She called back. “Why don’t you invite your friend to come along?”
“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING!! …So, er, would you like to come with us? It’ll be me, my brother, and one of his friends, I think. We like to hang out afterward and celebrate, even if we lose! ‘Cause… as long as we played a good game and didn’t give up, we didn’t lose too bad, I don’t think!”
As Roman continued to chatter excitedly, a small sneer had grown on Logan’s mom’s face. “I’m not sure how comfortable I am allowing my son to hang out with someone so… loud. Apologies for declining your offer. Logan, you have five minutes to say goodbye, then you had better be in the car before I leave. Clear?”
“Crystal,” Logan muttered, glaring at the waxed wood floors instead of his mother. Roman sighed, feeling a sudden urge to reach out and squeeze Logan’s hand protectively.
“Sorry for making her mad. I guess I am pretty loud sometimes, huh?”
“What? No!” Roman blinked. He had never seen Logan be this passionate about something before, in all the two conversations they’d had together. “My mother was being entirely unreasonable and unfair! Perhaps she’s in a bad mood today, but that isn’t an excuse for treating you unkindly.”
Roman shrugged. “It didn’t bother me too much. Even if she meant to be offensive, I don’t really care. I am loud, and I like being loud! I just… I wish that didn’t make it so you can’t come along. It’s not gonna be the same without you.”
Logan smiled, a bit sadly. “It’s okay. I should probably get going though. Hopefully, we’ll get to meet again soon?”
“Oh, yeah! I really hope so! See ya, Logan! Have a good day, or week, or however long until I see you!!” Roman waved at Logan until he couldn’t see him anymore, and then deflated, sinking the whole way to the floor and groaning loudly.
“His mom said no, I take it?”
Roman just groaned louder.
…Heh, louder.
…
For the next couple of years, until Roman hit middle school, he and Remus tried out a new sport just about every year, sometimes even more than that! After basketball was hockey, then baseball, then lacrosse (which Roman had hated so much he quit along with Remus after only two weeks).
In sixth and seventh grade, the boys joined the football team.
Roman was a bit more nervous this time, as opposed to his brother, who was still just as chaos-incarnate and tornado-ey as he was when they were kids.
Don’t get him wrong, he still loved sports! But.. well, he had hated lacrosse because it had bordered on being a contact sport, and because it was really hard, but that wasn’t the point.
Football was a contact sport.
It was fine! It was just like every other sport he played! Except, a lot higher chance of getting injured, and a lot of pushing people around! And… actually catching the ball. Yeah… this would be fine.
Roman had practiced harder than anything in sixth grade, and even played one or two games instead of sitting on the bench the whole time! He wasn’t very good, Remus was a lot more comfortable at this sport than he was, but he enjoyed the time he got on the field, and he didn’t get injured his entire first year of playing!
Then, there was middle school football.
In middle school, there was a chance you wouldn’t make the team. In middle school, there were a lot of bigger, taller kids with years more experience than Roman.
The practices were rough, lots of tackling running, grueling exercises that increased in difficulty if you messed up. Roman worked himself near to tears every single day they had practice, and it still wasn't enough to keep up with the stronger kids.
His parents could tell how miserable he was, but when they tried to intervene, Roman refused.
Remus was happy! And for him, Roman was more than happy to be dragged along into anything. So what if it meant hours of sweating and working himself so hard his muscles ached for days afterward? So what if, no matter how much effort he put in, he would always be teased for falling behind?
Sports had been his life since he was five. He couldn't just give up because they were a little challenging!
And then, he hadn't made the team... and Remus had.
Which was fine! Roman was more than happy to sit in the bleachers and cheer his brother on from a safe distance, away from all the pushing and shoving and sweating and painfulness.
And if he finally admitted to his family one day that he was grateful for the excuse to fall away from the intense exercise he'd been putting in for so long, the only reaction they'd ever give him was sympathy.
The fact that he had failed only stung a little bit when he realized he was trying so hard to do something he had really never loved in the first place.
But, he did love cheering. He loved watching the games, seeing his brother in action, doing his crazy, awesome thing.
Which was how he found himself trying out for the cheerleading team the next summer.
He’d gotten a few odd looks for that, being the only male presenting person interested in a “sport” like this, if you could even call cheer a sport.
Roman didn’t particularly care about the looks. He was happy! He and Remus would still be close to each other, and they would both get to do something they enjoyed! And Roman enjoyed the hell out of cheerleading.
After only three practices, he was lifting girls in the air and helping them strike poses. A base, he was called, and the much smaller girls he tossed around were flyers.
Sometimes, he’d be in the back of a base triangle, supporting the backs of the flyer’s feet. Other times, it was just him and Callista, his partner flyer. He would lift her in the air, set her on her shoulders, or hold one of her feet as high as he could safely manage as she struck an impossible pose.
It was still hard work, it made him break a sweat most practices, but oh, was it so much fun.
Much better than football, anyway.
Well, whatever, that last part didn’t matter. Roman was happy, his brother was happy, and they were looking forward to another great season their eighth-grade year.
Just when Roman didn’t think things could get any better, he spotted a familiar jersey number among the Newberry Panthers.
“SPENCOR 42”
Logan was so much taller than when Roman had seen him last. He looked almost muscular underneath the bulky football pads, but he didn’t do much playing.
Except for in special teams.
From what Roman remembered, Logan was pretty fast. He could run at a solid speed, and for a while. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him break out of a 4th down and three and run the whole way to the endzone, the Gainsville defense falling in his dust.
Roman had to physically restrain himself from cheering for his opponent.
The game ended in a solid tie after a bit of a disappointing overtime tossup, and Roman was a bit disappointed to see his childhood friend disappear into the locker rooms with the rest of his team when it was over.
Once his mom had given him the all-clear, he’d quickly gathered his things, said goodbye to his cheer coach and teammates, and quickly made his way to the locker exit. When he got there, though, he regretted his haste just a little.
He could hear the screaming from a distance, but he hadn’t figured out it was coming from the doorway until he rounded the corner to the exit doors.
Roman recognized her clear as day. It was Logan’s mother, very loudly berating her child as a small crowd of teammates began to gather behind them, looking just as furious as Roman felt.
“And don’t fucking bother following me! You’re walking home today!” Their mother scowled deeply, turning in Roman’s direction to storm off to her car.
“Fucking pansy,” she muttered as she passed Roman by, and he tried to pretend that didn’t sting.
Roman considered for a moment running up to Logan to see if he was alright, but with his teammates around him, Logan seemed like he was already starting to feel better.
Maybe he should just head home this time.
“Hey, kid. You lost?” Roman jumped, turning to face the voice that appeared next to him. “Uh, sorry, no. I just- was waiting for someone. I wanted… wanted to say hi before I left, but now seems like a bad time, so I was just waiting-”
“It’s all good, just checking. Out of curiosity, where do you know Lo from?” Ah, so this mysterious stranger had him all figured out, huh?
“Oh, we met playing soccer as kids, and we’ve run into each other playing sports a couple of other times. It’s usually a while in between meetings, though.”
The person chuckled. “Sounds like Logan. Kid bounced around sports as fast as he can run. My name’s Remy, by the way, he/him, Logan’s older brother.”
“O-oh, Roman, he/him. I’m sorry about your mom being an absolute asshole.”
Remy tried to hide a chuckle behind his hand. “Oh hon, I like you. Once he’s calmed down, I’ll send Lo in your direction, ‘kay? Unless you’re on a time crunch or…”
“Oh, no, I have nowhere to be. Besides, my brother’s the quarterback, so we’ll probably be here for a while, anyway.”
“Oh, sick. Well here’s hoping I’ll see you around. And uh, if you don’t give my sibling your number by the time you’re done talkin’, I’ll put it in his phone myself, got it?”
Roman chuckled nervously. “Uh, not quite sure you you meant that to be threatening or not, but okay! Can do. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before!”
“Oh, bless him, he’s a himbo,” Remy muttered as he walked away, but the small smirk on his face gave away his true feelings.
Roman decided he also wanted to be friends with Remy.
After what seemed like an eternity of waiting but was probably only about ten minutes, Logan emerged from the lockers once again, being nudged along by his brother.
“Just hear me out, yeah?” Logan rolled his eyes, but then he caught sight of Roman, and he was pretty sure he was going to cherish that smile forever.
“Roman?” He grinned in response, shooting Logan some slightly awkward finger guns. “Hey! Knew I recognized my favorite number 42!”
Roman was not expecting to be wrapped up in a hug, but hey, he was not going to complain about this in the slightest.
“It’s been years! I was seriously considering we may never actually meet again!” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, seems our sport choices didn’t align for a while, I guess.”
“Did you bounce around too?” Logan asked, still smiling, and gosh, didn’t that make Roman feel special?
“Oh yeah, played all kinds of stuff. Even football for a bit, but I am not a contact sports guy, y’know? Well, you wouldn’t,” he teased.
“No, I get it, that’s why I do the running. Tackling people… not my favorite thing, but the team keeps me for my speed.”
“Well yeah, why wouldn’t they? Your two special teams’ stunts were amazing! They’d be stupid to think about anything but keeping you!”
Oh, and now Logan was blushing.
…Cute.
The two continued to talk, even as Roman’s brother and parents eventually came looking for him.
But, as Remus was hanging off of him, loudly complaining about needing to go to bed, Roman suddenly remembered something.
“Wait! Maybe… we could exchange numbers? Just so the only times we talk aren’t just these little meetups.”
Logan lit up, nodding quickly. “Of course! Here, just take my phone and I’ll take yours.” Roman smiled, tapping away and taking a moment to snap an embarrassingly silly photo of himself to be his profile photo.
“Talk to you soon?” Roman was very happy to say that with certainty this time.
“Yes, talk to you soon, Roman."
#my blorbos#and himbos#just roman is the himbo it's fine#sanders sides#sander sides fic#ao3 fanfic#tumblr fanfic#roman sanders#logan sanders#remus sanders#remy sanders#kid fic#sports#hurt/comfort#all that good stuff#loginceweek2023
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WEDDINGS ARE JUST FUNERALS WITH CAKE IS BACK BABY!
Hi! Sorry I haven't written in an while. I've been in a multi-year writers slump. Its not fun. But I wrote a fifth installment to the WAJFWC series! AND its on AO3! It's my first AO3 upload so I hope you guys like it! Heres the link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48867970
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#LAMP#ss lamp#ss fanfic#sanders sides fanfic#sanders sides fanfiction#sander sides fic#ss fic
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Gosh dang, they so heckin cute!!!!! Lol, gotta love them! Also, love your writing!!! I remember reading your writing a few years ago and its nice to see that you're still posting <3
Virgil passes by Roman's open bedroom door.
When nothing happens, he passes by again.
On the third try, he sighs and walks in.
"Okay, what gives?" Virgil demands.
Roman raises his head from where he lays on his massive bed. "Hm? Pardon?"
Frowning, Virgil elaborates, "You didn't holler at me when I walked by your room. You always call out to people when your door is open. You're too needy not to."
"First off, rude."
"I'm not wrong."
"Second off! Leave me alone, I'm busy."
"You're not busy. You're just laying there."
Roman huffs and flaps his hands against the blankets, making light thwacking noises of derision. "If you must know, I am cloud watching, Insufferable Hulk."
"Huh, you just can't be bothered to look out a window, can you?"
Virgil glances up at the ceiling, planning to make an obvious show that ceilings don't have clouds.
Except there are actually clouds there. A butt load of clouds cut out of paper and taped to the ceiling.
Roman points a sword at him. Where he pulls it from, Virgil is unaware, but Roman doesn't bother sitting up so he's pretty sure it's an empty threat. "For your information, there is nary a cloud in the sky outside today, so my perfectly precious Patton took it upon himself and gifted me the ability to gaze upon clouds whenever I wish."
"Patton did all that?"
"I know, isn't he the sweetest?" Roman has returned to looking up at the ceiling wistfully. He hugs the sword to his chest. Virgil fights the urge to mother-hen him about the dangers of sharp objects close to vital regions.
Instead, Virgil contemplates acts of romance and how a simple silly gesture can reduce a man to grinning like a loon. If Virgil waits long enough, he'll probably see little cartoon hearts start floating in the air.
Virgil ducks out of the room to leave Roman to his pining. His mind inevitably goes to the subject of his own affections...
Later, Virgil chills in the livingroom with Roman and Patton. Mostly he's enjoying being a one-man audience to the two of them dancing around each other, obviously flirting but both of them too oblivious to take that final leap. Really makes a dude wanna scream.
Hurried steps come down the stairs. Virgil looks up to see Logan with the most pinched expression.
"Who placed glow-in-the-dark star stickers on my bedroom ceiling?" he asks.
Patton and Roman stop. Virgil's face remains neutral, but he almost breaks when Roman immediately looks to him in an epiphany moment.
"Uh, did you do it?" Patton asks with a cute head tilt.
Logan huffs, "Why would I ask if I knew the answer?"
"I thought it might be a trick question."
"Do I strike you as a tricky person, Patton?"
"...is this a trick question?"
As they squabble and it becomes increasingly clear that Patton is playing dumb on purpose, Virgil slips away. Roman's eyes watch him knowingly, and Virgil has a terrible suspicion that they're going to end up having a sleepover at Roman's insistence so they can gush about their crushes, but that's a problem for future Virgil.
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#roman sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#royality#analogical#fanfiction#sander sides fic#cute
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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#thomas sanders#janus sanders#ts janus#deceit sanders#it is an obvious unspoken thing but I like to draw attention to it deliberately#will have to include that in a fic sometime#tumblr snatched my gif!!
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some drawings i’ve made for @littlerat2 ‘s awesome fic!!!!
#my art#drawing#art#sketch#sanders sides#log’s art#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#remus sanders#janus sanders#little rat moot#AWESOME fic honestly
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Anatomically Human: Chapter 2
Chapter 1 Link
Ao3 Link
Warnings: Injury
Chapter 2: The Calm Before
Logan leaned against the doorway, squinting at Virgil. His gaze dropped to the legs now supporting him—covered in pajama bottoms that were clearly borrowed, ending awkwardly just above the ankles. He looked back up, meeting Virgil’s eyes just as the merman finished tugging a shirt into place.
A beat of silence passed.
“You have legs…” Logan finally said, his voice flat.
Virgil pulled a face, brushing a bit of dark, damp hair out of his eyes. “Congratulations, Sherlock. You’ve cracked the case.”
“No, no, no.” Logan pointed, his blanket slipping slightly from his shoulders. “You most definitely had a tail earlier. I saw it. I touched it.”
Virgil smirked faintly. “Touched? Wow, I feel so violated.”
Logan blinked, flustered. “That’s—no, I didn’t…” He huffed, “I know what I saw.”
“Are you sure?” Virgil leaned casually against the wall, crossing his arms. “Because you’re pale as a ghost. I’m starting to think you hallucinated the whole thing, L.”
Logan tugged the blanket tighter around himself, glaring. “I may be sick, but I’m not delusional. You can shapeshift, can’t you? Tail one moment and legs the next. Have you always been able to shift between the two? Do you—”
“Okay, nerd.” Virgil cut him off, stepping forward and grabbing Logan’s arm. “Let’s save your groundbreaking discoveries for later. You’re barely staying upright, and I’d rather you not faint. Come on.”
Logan allowed Virgil to guide him toward the bed, but the boat chose that moment to tip sharply to the left.
Virgil tensed, hissing in pain as he caught Logan. One hand gripped the pole anchoring the bed, while his other arm wrapped around Logan, keeping him steady.
Logan, suddenly very aware of their close proximity, reached out to grip the pole himself, pulling back slightly. He cleared his throat, his voice a touch too formal. “If you’re still in pain, you should avoid overexerting yourself. We’ll need to get you checked by a doctor to ensure none of your injuries are more serious.”
“I hate these things,” Virgil grumbled, yanking the tarp off the bed. He spotted a strap on the wall by the headboard and slipped his wrist through the loop. Taking Logan’s hand, he guided it to the strap before letting go, his own arms wrapping around the pole for balance as the ship continued to rock.
Logan adjusted his grip on the strap, his gaze lingering on Virgil at the foot of the bed. “You mean the boat? I suppose you’d be much more comfortable swimming. With your tail, you’d have to be faster than any human swimmer. If you had to guess, what’s your top speed?”
Virgil’s brows knit together. “I don’t know, close to 25 miles per hour?” He paused, giving Logan an incredulous look. “Is that really what you want to focus on right now?”
“That’s fascinating.” Logan’s lips twitched, clearly fighting a smile as he adjusted his glasses. “However, you are correct, there are far more pressing questions to address. For instance—how did you sustain your injuries? What caused them?”
Virgil’s grip on the pole tightened. “I don’t want to—”
A shout from above deck cut him off, followed by the boat lurching violently to the side.
Virgil shot to his feet, eyes snapping to the ceiling. A deep, groaning sound reverberated through the ship’s frame as something massive struck its hull. The floor tilted sharply, sending everything loose sliding toward the wall.
Logan clung to the strap, his legs dangling as the bed linens tumbled away. His eyes widened in disbelief. “What is—?!”
“They’re here!” Virgil balanced effortlessly on the angled floor, urgency sharp in his voice. He grabbed Logan’s leg, extending his other hand. “We need to leave. Now!”
Logan’s eyes flicked to Virgil’s outstretched hand, hesitation flickering for only a moment before he let go of the strap.
Virgil caught him, his knees buckling slightly as the boat lurched in its struggle to right itself. He tightened his grip on Logan’s hand, pulling him up with a determined grimace.
“Come on!” Virgil scrambled toward the door, dragging Logan with him. The hallway tilted and groaned around them, the echo of splintering wood sending a chill down his spine.
The hallway pitched violently to the side, sending loose supplies skidding across the floor. Logan stumbled, his legs unsteady beneath him. Virgil’s grip on his hand tightened, his jaw clenched as he pulled Logan forward.
“Keep moving!” Virgil urged, his voice strained. He cast a glance over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing. A dark shape loomed just beyond the shattered windows, its silhouette barely visible against the stormy sea. The ship groaned in protest, the sound of metal twisting and wood splintering growing louder.
Logan fell to his knees, hand slipping from Virgil’s. He shakily attempted to push himself back up to his feet. “Virgil—”
The boat gave another shudder, and a wave of icy water burst through a door ahead, sending Logan back across the floor and into the wall, shivering violently.
“Logan!” Virgil’s voice cracked with panic as he splashed through the freezing water, his eyes fixed on Logan’s trembling form against the wall. The ship groaned again, a sickening screech of metal twisting under pressure. Virgil didn’t hesitate—he lunged forward, grabbing Logan’s arm and yanking him upright.
Logan’s teeth chattered uncontrollably, his legs barely supporting him. “I-I can’t—” he started, his voice weak.
Virgil pulled Logan’s arms over his shoulders, crossing them in front of his chest, and gripped them firmly. “I’ve got you. We just need to get out. I can swim us to shore. We—” He drew in a shaky breath, forcing down the rising panic. “We can make it.”
Logan’s head slumped against the back of Virgil’s shoulder, his breaths shallow and ragged. “Virgil… th-the window…”
Virgil’s eyes shot to the jagged gap in the ship’s side where the windows had shattered. He exhaled slowly, glancing back at Logan. “Ready?”
Logan’s eyes fluttered open to meet Virgil’s. “Glasses.”
Virgil carefully took the glasses from Logan’s face, tucking them into his pocket. Turning back to the window, he steeled himself. “I’ll get you through first.”
Logan gave a weak nod and let his eyes drift shut.
Gritting his teeth, Virgil knocked away the shards clinging to the frame, hissing as glass sliced into his arm. He eased Logan through the opening, feet first, and leaned out after him. Bracing for the cold, he let them both slip into the freezing waves below.
The icy water stole the air from Virgil’s lungs as they plunged beneath the surface. His legs shifted seamlessly into a tail the moment they were submerged. The weight of Logan’s limp body threatened to pull them both down, but Virgil clenched his jaw, muscles burning as he fought his way upward.
They broke the surface with a desperate gasp, rain pelting their faces. Logan shivered violently in Virgil’s arms, barely conscious.
Virgil gritted his teeth. “We’re not done yet, L. Please hold on.”
Drawing a deep breath, he powered through the freezing waves, the dark shoreline barely visible through the storm’s fury. But even as he swam, a cold prickle crawled down his spine. He could feel eyes watching him from beneath the water, their presence like an icy whisper trailing just out of sight.
The hunt wasn’t over yet.
Chapter 3
#sanders sides#sander sides fic#sander sides fanfiction#logan sanders#virgil sanders#rosettahart writes#analogical#Anatomically Human
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Dang, why do I sorta want to write something like this now? It's probably just because of the angst, lol.
human AU where Virgil faked his death before going to live with the light sides because he didn't think Janus and Remus would miss him after a little while but knew they would try and find him if they thought he was alive (the dark sides are pretty emotionally unavailable), but years later he runs into them and it turns out that they very much did care
#virgil sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#sanders sides#sander sides fic#sander sides fanfiction
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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
#working on a fic that goes into this#just. ough. thinking about. them.#I cannot be normal ever#sanders sides#thomas sanders#logan sanders#patton sanders#roman sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#constellama talks
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AU concept: Remus King is a best-selling but reclusive horror novelist. His twin brother Roman is a struggling actor. When Remus' publisher pressures him to make public appearances to promote his newest book, despite his insistence that he wants to stay out of the public eye, they hatch a scheme. Roman will pose as his brother for all book signings, public speaking appearances, and various other events, and will be paid Remus' fee for those appearances, plus a little extra. Roman doesn't particularly want to pretend to be his brother, but he hasn't had a real acting job in months and a man's gotta eat. Besides, he's known Remus their entire lives, he could play the part in his sleep. What could possibly go wrong?
(Spoiler alert: a lot.)
Virgil Rayne is Remus King's biggest fan, who comes to a signing, over the moon to finally meet the man behind his favorite stories. Only to have a panic attack in line and be forced to leave before he can meet his hero. Or so he thinks. Because while hiding in the bathroom trying to calm down, who should walk in but the author himself, who proceeds to be surprisingly good at talking Virgil down. Once Virgil calms down, it feels kind of awkward to ask for an autograph, but thankfully Remus offers before he can ask.
Remus even scribbles his number in the book next to his very poetic message to Virgil.
It takes Virgil a few days to get over his anxiety and text, but he ultimately does because how could he pass up the opportunity to be friends with his favorite author?? So they start texting. A lot. And who knew Remus loved Disney movies? Or did theatre in high school? Or sings Taylor Swift in the shower? Or makes silly puns that Virgil can't help but laugh at? Or has a soft, dreamy, romantic side? Remus King is nothing like Virgil imagined he would be, but it doesn’t matter because before he knows it, Virgil has fallen hard. And sometimes it kinda seems like the feeling is mutual? Remus is certainly flirty, but it's hard to tell if that actually means anything.
And, oh God, Roman is so, so, so fucked. Because Virgil has pretty purple hair and dark mysterious eyes and a cute laugh, and short circuited his brain so much when they first met that he didn’t even think before writing his number down. Roman is now totally head over heels for Virgil Rayne.
Virgil, who thinks he’s his brother.
(Remus is laughing his ass off at this whole sorry situation)
#Sanders Sides#Roman Sanders#Remus Sanders#Virgil Sanders#prinxiety#creativitwins#fic ideas#their last name is King bc. y'know. Stephen King.#you get it#Roman probably screws it up by accidentally saying he doesn't like horror#to which Virgil is perplexed: but...you are a horror author?#Roman: ah. well. about that.#it's almost 1 AM but I quite like this idea....it's giving Cyrano vibes
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Hc that even though Virgil is red/green colour blind (specifically like a dog) and even though he can’t see purple, it’s his favourite colour.
He had just recently broken things off with Janus. It was messy, and loud, and he would rather die than have anything to do with Janus ever again in his life.
He went to the only person he could think to help him with it. The romance extraordinaire, creative prince himself, Roman. He went to him for a distraction.
“Uh, what’s your favourite colour?” Roman asked after Virgil’s sobs had died down for a bit.
Virgil looked up from the tear soaked satin pillow he’d been wailing into, Roman just a blurry grey mess in front of him.
“I don’t— fuck. I don’t *know*!” He almost screamed, shoving his face back in the pillow.
Roman’s hand rubbed his shoulder, and he muttered to him softly in his efforts to comfort him. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Do you want to pick one now? Hm… which colours *can* you see again?”
“Uh… blue, grey, and—“ Virgil’s voice came out muffled until he choked on tears again. “Fucking yellow.”
“Ah.”
“What’s the farthest away from *yellow* that I can get?”
Roman didn’t even hesitate before he answered. “Purple. It’s on the other end of the colour wheel.”
“*That*. Purple’s my favourite. Anything that isn’t close to *him*.”
Roman nodded, barely stifling a laugh. “Purple’s a good colour. The colour of royalty!”
Virgil’s tears stopped for a moment. “Are you purple?”
“No— No, I wear red and white.”
Virgil pulled his head back up, a broken grin on his teary and mascara stained face. “You’re a prince and you don’t wear purple?!”
#tw swearing#tw swears#sanders sides#sanders sides fic#my writing#anxceit exes#past anxceit#anxceit#virgil sanders#ts Virgil#roman sanders#ts roman
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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
#nb octopus writes#Accidental Polycule Infiltration Fic#sanders sides#creativitwins#Virgil POV#multichapter#1#royality#mociet#(implied)#polysanders
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