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emoprincey · 2 years ago

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Fangs and Cutlasses (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1 | This is chapter 2!

Author’s note: I’ve finally finished the second chapter of this fic I wrote for @the-duke-of-nuts in the Sanders Sides gift exchange last year!

Fic summary: Remus has come a long way since being exiled from his village. He's the captain of a pirate ship, with his own crew, and a brilliant first mate. But when his brother shows up out of the blue, Remus can't leave him behind again. And, while trying to repair that rift, he meets a strange man cloaked in shadows who will turn Remus' entire world on its head.

Also posted on my ao3: stormofstarlight

Relationships: Familial Creativitwins, endgame romantic dukexiety, endgame romantic royaliceit with pre-established royality.

Writing taglist: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard

Word count: 2018

They had to stop for supplies again the next day, since Remus hadn’t made it back to the ship with anything he’d picked up from the market.

The place they’d docked the boat in wasn’t so much a harbour as an old boardwalk that jutted out over a gravelly shore, but Remus had jumped out and tied the ship to a rotting wooden post with surety, so Roman supposed it was as good as they were going to get.

“We can’t stop here for long,” Janus said, already glancing around the cove warily. “I’ll send out a small team to get supplies, and we’ll leave as soon as the ship’s loaded.”

“I want to at least show Ro the cavern. What’s the point in bringing him along if I can’t show him any of the cool places we go to?” Remus said.

“Fine,” Janus said. “You can show your brother around, but you’d better not get into any trouble, and if you’re not back in exactly two hours I’m leaving your asses there.”

“He doesn’t mean that,” Remus said to Roman as Janus walked away, but somehow that didn’t really reassure him.

Roman wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of going with his brother. Even he had heard of the Broken Isle – so called because of the sharp, thin stream of water that ran between the two islands, making them look like they were one landmass cleaved in two. According to the few rumours that had reached his quiet village, it was a place where only the most hardened of criminals would meet up and exchange their spoils.

As the two of them stepped off the boat, he glanced around, patting his jerkin to make sure the dagger Remus had supplied him with was still looped through his belt.

The isle was everything Roman would expect from a pirate’s hideout – dirty, desolate, and filled with noise. Boardwalks seemed to stretch in every direction along steep, sheer cliffs. None of them seemed to reach the top, and Roman could tell at a glance that it would be impossible to scale them.

Remus led him along a boardwalk, surefooted and stomping as heavily as ever, even though the boardwalk was rickety and rotting.

Roman stayed close to the cliff, trying not to focus on the sound of waves crashing violently against the sharp rocks below.

“Stop looking over your shoulder,” Remus said.

Roman huffed, but he tried to keep his gaze on Remus’ back.

His brother sighed when they reached the end of the boardwalk, which led to a narrow cave in the side of the cliff. He gestured for Roman to follow him inside. “Just act like you belong.”

“Act like I belong with a bunch of criminals?” Roman scoffed, earning him a glare from a group of passing mermen. They looked mostly human in their land forms, but they were still easy to identify by the scales that curled around the sides of their face, and their frilly finned ears.

“And keep your voice down,” Remus muttered.

Roman pouted, but he kept following Remus closely. He rolled his shoulders as they walked along, trying to get some of the stiffness out. Roman and Patton had been given a tiny room with two bunks. Patton had taken the top bunk at first, but after a while he’d climbed down and squashed into Roman’s bunk with him. Though Roman had woken up with an aching back and Patton with a sore neck, they’d both slept much better in each other’s arms.

After walking through the cave for a bit, they turned a corner. For a moment, Roman thought they’d emerged again into the open air. They were surrounded by light, and rowdy voices, and all kinds of smells. But when he looked up, he realised they were in a massive cavern. The ceiling was made of stone, with boardwalks running between caves higher in the walls, criss-crossing like spiderwebs. The floor was bustling with activity. Ramshackle stalls were crammed together in haphazard lines, and they seemed to be selling everything from food to treasure.

It reminded him, strangely, of the marketplace he used to take the farm’s products to every month. No, not used to – he’d be going back. Soon. Just as soon as... what? When Remus had taken him and Patton on a little adventure across the high seas, would he drop them back off in their village? That thought made Roman’s chest feel oddly hollow.

“This is where people come with their hauls,” Remus explained, leading him over to one of the stalls. “Anything you’ve pillaged can be sold off for a fair price. Or, fair as you can get around here.”

The stall was covered in jewellery and trinkets. Some of it looked valuable, with real stones set in gold, and other pieces were clearly sea glass. A burly man with a scruffy beard was standing behind it.

“Is that stuff stolen?” Roman asked warily.

Remus elbowed him, and raised an eyebrow at the stall owner. “New crew member,” he said, as if that explained something.

The stall owner didn’t seem to care, just humming gruffly as Remus pulled Roman away from the stall.

“Is that stuff stolen?” Remus mimicked, when they were out of the stall owner’s earshot. “We’re pirates, dipshit. What do you think?”

Roman just hummed, a line from Remus’ conversation ringing in his ears. He looked up when he heard footsteps from the upper boardwalks.

“Nosferatu!” Someone shouted.

“What’s going on up there?” Roman asked apprehensively.

Remus pursed his lips, looking intently at the boardwalk. When he didn’t seem to find what he was looking for, he turned away, but the crease between his eyebrows didn’t disappear. “Sounds like someone’s found a vampire,” he said. “They don’t usually show up around here.”

Roman shuddered. He’d heard countless tales about vampires – creatures of the night who hid in the shadows to prey on unsuspecting victims. Some of them had been around for centuries, and had vast amounts of wealth.

Remus seemed to catch his reaction, and grabbed his arm before he could continue. “Hey. One thing you’ll learn in this line of work, is that judging people isn’t going to do you any good. You’ll have to work with loads of different people, and no matter what, we’re all outcasts together.”

“I’m not in this line of work,” Roman scoffed. “I saved your ass one time, and couldn’t go back in case I got caught. The first chance I get, I’m going back to the village. You don’t even want me here anyway.”

Remus seemed genuinely baffled. “What makes you think that?”

Roman looked at the ground. He felt a little pathetic admitting out loud what had been bothering him. “You didn’t tell that stall owner that I’m your brother.”

“Well, yeah, obviously,” Remus said, raising an eyebrow. When Roman still didn’t get it, he sighed. “Look. If those goons find out I’m carting my little brother around, they’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

“We’re the same age,” Roman said.

“I’m nine minutes older,” Remus said. “Anyway, let’s get this stuff back to the ship. I don’t wanna get caught up in whatever’s going on up there.”

He nodded to the boardwalk the commotion had come from. Roman sighed and followed Remus back to the ship.

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Patton wasn’t quite sure what to make of Remus. He’d known that Roman had a relative who was kicked out of the village after one too many petty crimes, but he’d expected that person to be a distant cousin from the way Roman’s parents talked about him, not a brother – and an identical twin, no less. At first, Remus hadn’t seemed like Roman at all. He was brash where Roman was gentle. But they seemed to have the same love for adventure, the same twinkle in their eyes when they had an idea.

He sighed as he started to load some crates onto the ship. He’d stayed behind to give Roman some bonding time with his brother, and some of the crew had just gotten back with supplies. Janus had gone to supervise the things that needed taking below deck, leaving Patton alone to take some of the smaller boxes on board.

A blur of purple whizzed past him, but before he could investigate it he was distracted by the rumble of footsteps on the boardwalk above. He glimpsed a hoard of people – pirates, he presumed – racing across the boardwalk.

Those noisy pirates. Someone ought to teach them some manners.

“Do you need any help with that?”

Patton looked up. A man wrapped up in a loose-fitting dark purple cloak was standing by the crates on the opposite side of the cove. He was shifting nervously from one foot to the other, as if he was half a second from dashing off again.

Patton glanced around. There was only one entrance to the harbour, and he hadn’t seen anyone come through it. The man must have entered when he was distracted.

“If you could, that would be great!” He beamed, hoping to ease some of the boy’s nerves. “I’m just taking these crates aboard, if you can pick some of those up.”

He glanced at the stranger, who seemed a little scrawny under the cloak.

“I’m stronger than I look,” the stranger muttered, a touch petulantly, and he hefted one of the boxes easily.

Patton took his own box aboard, motioning for the stranger to follow, but noticed that he hesitated when he reached the gangplank. “It’s ok, you can come aboard!” He assured him cheerfully.

The stranger smiled, and took the box aboard.

When Patton had taken the last box aboard, he turned around to his new friend with a smile. “Hey, I didn’t catch your- name...”

He furrowed his eyebrows, realising he was suddenly alone in the harbour. Perhaps his friend had somewhere to rush off to, he had appeared quite suddenly after all.

“Patton!”

He turned around when he heard Janus call his name. He was coming up from below deck with the rest of the crew.

“Thank you for bringing those crates on board, we can get going as soon as Remus gets back,” Janus said with a smile. Then he nodded over Patton’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

“Roman!” Patton called, running into his fiancé’s arms as soon as he rounded the corner into the cove.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Roman said, catching him with ease and pressing a little kiss to the top of Patton’s head.

Remus walked straight past them, and began talking in hushed murmurs with Janus.

“...and apparently there’s a vampire about,” he heard Remus say as he and Roman approached them. “And hunters, or at least people who fancy themselves to be.”

Janus’ expression turned sour, and he nodded. “Alright then. That’s as good a reason as any to leave now.”

As Remus was untying the ship from the makeshift dock, a mob of people rounded the corner. Some had weapons drawn, and all of them looked furious. One of them yelled and pointed at the boat.

“Shit,” Remus said, hopping back onto the boat. “Man the rigging!” He yelled. “We’re getting out of here!”

A couple of the younger crew members – Patton had briefly spoken to one of them yesterday, a small sullen kid called Elliott – raced over to the mast and began to climb, unfurling the sails.

“Who are those people?” Roman shouted to Remus, looking back at the shore.

“Don’t know,” Remus called back, “but they seem to have a problem with us!”

The boat began to move as the mob advanced towards them. They sailed out of the port just as the mob reached the shoreline. A few of them waded into the water up to their knees, but there was no way they could reach the boat.

“Do you always do things like that?” Roman asked Remus, once they were clear.

“There’s usually more swordfighting, but yeah, being chased by an angry mob is pretty average for us,” Remus said.

Patton leaned back against Roman’s shoulder, and Roman murmured to him, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

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mythrianalpha · 2 years ago

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Great news! This inspired so many ideas that I ran out of tags, which I didn’t know was a thing.

Nah but I do think Remus tries to flirt with Virgil All The Time, but he always ends up saying shit like "you'd look great on an autopsy table :D" which is how Virgil still remains oblivious

#sanders sides #ts virgil #ts remus #dukexiety #some of us just have really weird ideas of how to compliment and seduce people #like when I landed a cutie through the power of gravity and ineptitude #or the constant battle to find a way to convey to the random tobacco rep that her eyes are filled with gorgeous flecks #like a dragons eye made from gold flakes and cracked gems #or when you like to watch the homies sleep because it’s dark and cozy and trusting and you love them #but they Will give you side eye if you just say ‘i like to watch you sleep’#or calling the golden naga you’re helping escape ‘treasure’ leading him to believe he’s going to be sold #offeri no ‘what ifs’ in an attempt to help make plans but it derails into anxiety #*offering #mildly threatening taxidermy with good intentions behind it #keeping a list of everything they’ve mentioned enjoying but bump it up to hanging corkboard for ‘mus #miscommunication is my jam you see #referring to weddings as ‘getting the courts involved’#asking for snuggles with ‘i want to crawl inside your skin’#just the weirdest possible situation synonyms like when you have to sub for a word on the tip of your tongue #dropping off presents and refusing to elaborate unless the explanation is more confusing #‘kidnaps’ for stress relieving activities he can’t be blamed for #was Graffiti fun? yes #was smashing a car fun? yes #will he ever describe the experience without ‘blaming’ Remus and saying it was forced upon him? eventually #any layer of ‘i never considered dating cause I thought you were already with someone’#the very non-threatening present of weapons stabbed into your door so you know it’s for you #a handmade knife pinning a lovingly crafted letter is a cool gift #less so shoved through your bedroom door and written in cut out magazine letters even if finding the perfect individual letters was required #filling a sketchbook or notebook with thoughts about your crush except you are remus and it very much looks like a murder fantasy collection #failing to cook something because he forgot what’s inedible and now virgey thinks it was an assassination attempt

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part-time-zombie · 4 months ago

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Not Bad

pairings: platonic dukexiety

summary: Virgil liked to sing, but refuses to do so after realizing no one likes hearing him sing. Well, almost no one...

tags: warnings: hurt/comfort, roman is kind of a jerk at the start, remus is a good friend

word count: 1970

A/N: The first part of this takes place before Accepting Anxiety and Virgil's name reveal, so Virgil is referred to as Anxiety at the start.

Anxiety didn’t like showing up for very long, and for good reason. It had been made very clear to him that he wasn’t welcome, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care. He was only doing his job, just like everyone else, and even if they weren’t always on the same page he hoped that they’d at least understand that even if they didn’t respect it.

They sure as hell didn’t respect him, anyway.

He wasn’t trying to bother them this time, he was just hoping to grab a quick bite of food and he’d leave again. By the looks of it, they were all more than fine with that, as they tried their best to ignore him as he quickly slinked into the kitchen in search of a snack.

He had come prepared, of course, with his headphones already blasting his playlist loud enough to drown out even Roman’s own dramatic singing. He always found a way to insult Anxiety when he felt like he was being an issue, and he wasn’t about to hear any of it if he didn’t have to.

He perused the snacks in the kitchen while the others busied themselves in the living room, and it seemed they were actually going to leave him alone this time. Letting himself feel emboldened by the thought, Anxiety took his time, quietly humming along to the music under his breath.

It was one of his favorite songs to listen to, one he’d sing along to on occasion when he was alone. There was just something about it that cheered him up a little, and he always felt better hearing it.

Eventually he found something that looked appetizing enough, and he gingerly walked back to the stairs with his snack in tow, not even aware that he was still humming along.

Roman, meanwhile, was very much aware.

“Geez, Anxiety, if you were gonna make us listen to your edgy music you could’ve at least let the actual band play it,” he teased from his spot on the couch. “Or better yet, let me do the singing around here. At least I’m actually good at it.”

Anxiety whipped around to face him, pulling the headphones down around his shoulders. He had already heard Roman loud and clear, thanks to an unfortunately timed lull in the music, but he was hoping he didn’t properly hear what he thought Roman had just said. “What?”

“I’m just saying, music isn’t exactly your strong suit.”

“Roman, be nice,” Patton interrupted, much to Anxiety’s relief.

Roman didn’t listen or let up. “What? I’m just being honest. He’s got a bad singing voice, is all.”

“Technically, there aren’t any ‘bad’ singing voices, only untrained ones,” Logan added.

“Alright, fine, he’s got an ‘untrained’ singing voice, it still sounds bad either way.”

Anxiety felt his face twist into a defensive scowl. It was only humming. He wasn’t even singing any actual lyrics, for crying out loud. Sure, he’s no professional, but Roman didn’t have the right to go and say something like that out of nowhere, especially not when Anxiety and the others have been letting him sing his own lungs out plenty of times.

Then again, that was Roman. He’s the prince, the fan favorite. Anxiety is just… Anxiety. He’s the villain, the problem. Why would they go easy on him? It’s not like they have any reason to, they sure as hell don’t like him. Now they have something else to taunt and torment him about all because he was stupid enough to drop his guard. It just so happens that this something is much more personal to him, and it’s gonna hurt a lot more later on.

It already hurt badly enough now.

Anxiety stormed back upstairs and kept his door firmly shut behind him, turning the music up even louder than before in the hopes that it would drown out the cutting words that had already made their way into his head. The music kept playing, but Anxiety wasn’t singing along anymore.

Virgil slouched at the kitchen table, quietly picking at his cooling breakfast. No one else was in the kitchen with him, much to his relief, as the others had all already finished their food and were busy carrying on with the rest of their morning routines.

Not anymore, never again.

The food was alright, he just wasn’t feeling hungry. Last night had been rather rough for him, and right now all he wanted to do was curl back up in bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Of course, he couldn’t do that. There was plenty of stuff he had to do today, and he knew that if he went back to bed he’d only stress himself out even further about it.

Sighing to himself, he put on his headphones and started up his playlist. It had gone through plenty of changes through the years, with plenty of songs being added and a few dropped, but it still helped him get out of any slump he found himself in, even one as small as this.

He pressed play and let the opening chords of his favorite song fill his ears, already relaxing into the familiar melody as he finished his breakfast.

The music continued to play as he cleaned his finished dishes in the sink, with the playlist eventually landing on Forbidden Fruit. Virgil almost thought to change it, still unsure as to why or how it was even on his playlist to begin with, but he just sighed and let it play out. His hands were still covered in soapy water, and it would be too much of a hassle to dry himself off and fish his phone out of his pocket just to skip one song. Besides, he had to admit it was pretty catchy.

The rhythm worked its way into his head, and Virgil found himself idly humming along as he finished the final dish. He dried his hands on a towel and turned back to the kitchen table, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he saw Remus crouched over it and staring at him with a wide grin.

“Holy shit, Remus, what the hell are you doing?” he gasped, pulling his headphones away from his ears and taking a few deep breaths. “You nearly gave me a heart attack, y’know that?”

“You were singing my song,” he replied, his smile only growing wider.

Virgil’s heart leapt into his throat, and he felt like kicking himself as the realization and shame set in. He had gone and done it again, exposing his dismal lack of talent in another moment of weakness. It’s like he didn’t learn his lesson the first time. “Shit, yeah. Just forget about it, okay? Sorry.”

Remus quirked his head to the side, replacing his grin with a confused pout. “For what?”

Virgil shrugged, only feeling even more awkward. “I dunno, for humming too loudly, I guess. It’s probably pretty annoying, and I bet I only ruined it.”

Remus made a face before jumping from the table. “I don’t think you ruined it. If anything, I’d say you made it better.”

“Yeah, right. That’s just because you’ve got bad taste,” Virgil scoffed.

Remus crossed his arms, expression smug. “If my taste is so bad, why were you singing my song?”

Virgil didn’t have a response to that one.

“Whatever, just leave it alone, alright?” he grumbled, quickly sliding past Remus and out of the kitchen. He wasn’t dealing with this again. Once was enough.

“I can’t just leave it alone,” Remus called after him. “How can I leave it alone when this is the first time I’ve heard you sing in years?”

Virgil stopped and slowly turned to face him. Remus looked sincere, almost concerned. At least, that’s what it looked like, but Remus never feels concerned about anything, least of all Virgil.

“You used to sing all the time back then,” he continued, taking a few steps closer. “It was so awesome hearing you having fun like that, why’d you ever stop?”

Virgil shuffled in place, not looking at Remus. He had heard him? Virgil thought he was safe when he would sing, but Remus was listening this whole time? How much had he overheard before Virgil stopped, and how much did he laugh about with Janus or Roman?

“I didn’t think you’d hear me,” he muttered, nervously fidgeting with the drawstring of his hoodie. “You don’t need to tell me how stupid it was, I know it sounds bad.”

Remus didn’t say anything for a moment, and Virgil looked up at him to see what was going on. His face was slack with confusion and an unreadable emotion.

“Who told you that?” he asked, voice frighteningly low. “Who convinced you that you shouldn’t sing because they’re too stupid to realize how awesome it is?”

Virgil took a step back, almost repelled by Remus’ stare. “Look, it’s no big deal, alright? I know I suck at singing, it’s just a fact.”

“Hell no,” Remus snapped, stepping forward and forcing the distance between them to close. “I loved listening to you sing, and if someone went and made you feel like shit for it then they’re in for a fucking fight!”

Virgil froze, not only because he was very sure Remus would follow through with his threat even if it would be towards his own brother, but also because of what he had said just before it.

“You… like it when I sing?”

Remus scoffed in disbelief, and Virgil worried for a moment that this was all just another joke.

“Of course I fucking like it! There’s a reason I always let you pick the music, and it wasn’t just because you’ve got awesome taste, which you totally do by the way.” He said with another grin.

Virgil narrowed his eyes, searching Remus’ face for any signs of a lie or trick and finding none. This wasn’t Janus he was talking to after all, it was Remus, and Remus always spoke his mind no matter what was on it. When he said something rude it was because he meant it, but the same goes for if he said anything nice.

“You really mean that?”

Remus gave him another smile. “I don’t know which part you’re talking about, but yeah I did.”

Virgil felt himself returning the smile, albeit more subtly. “Thanks, I guess.”

“Don’t sweat it. I just hope this means you’re gonna start singing again, I really do miss it.”

“You know I’m not the karaoke type.”

Remus shrugged. “Maybe you should be. You’re definitely good enough, if you ask me.”

That’s not exactly what Roman told him back then, but he’s been wrong before. He’s actually been wrong about a lot of things, and really so has Virgil. They both thought that it had to be right vs wrong, but Roman hadn’t always been very good, and right now Remus wasn’t being all that bad.

Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at that realization.

“What’s got you laughing like that?” Remus asked, leaning in far too close to get a good look at the grin that was starting to form on Virgil’s face.

“It’s nothing, just thought of something,” he explained, trying and failing to force the smile away.

“And you won’t tell me?”

“Nope. You wouldn’t get it anyway.”

Remus gave him an exaggerated pout, but Virgil just shook his head and headed back upstairs. He adjusted the headphones back over his ears and let the next song play, this time humming along even louder than before.

Singing really was something personal to Virgil, something special. It made him feel more confident and hopeful on his darker days, and if Remus at the very least liked it, then maybe it isn’t that bad.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 9 months ago

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At Long Last

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Prompt: Hey mate so I'm a sucker for Virgil being rendered helpless and overstimulated so like could I put a request in for Virgil × Remus with Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll?/Remus finally getting a hold of Virgil's voodoo doll? Warnings: voodoo, sex, felching A request from my Wattpad

"Ooo," Remus sings, as he stops midway through the hallway after spotting a discarded little toy. Very open on the floor was a little, pale doll, with cute, dark purple bangs. Of course Remus recognized the doll; he'd made it!

Back when he made his own little voodoo doll, he eventually got the motivation to make the others. And though this all started with Virgil using his doll, Remus never got the chance to return the favor!

So, he's quick to slip into the room and scoop the doll up, before skipping back out into the walkway.

He pauses outside of a door, though, before he peeks his head into Virgil's room as he passes it, basically pushing his way in unannounced when he sees Virgil isn't currently preoccupied. Virgil jumps at the rather violent intrusion, as his door swings open and collides with the wall with a bang.

"Virgil," Remus sings, "you're not busy right now, are you?"

Virgil looks at him curiously. "I might be, depending on what you say next."

Remus pouts at the sarcastic answer, but holds the doll firmly behind his back in order to not reveal why he's asking. He wants it to be an unexpected surprise! "Are you going to be busy later?"

Again, Virgil's eyes narrow as he looks Remus up and down, before eventually sighing and saying "no. I have no plans today. I might nap if my body lets me but honestly, who knows."

At this, Remus grins, and promptly walks out without another word. it's good to know he won't be interrupting anything... even though he probably would have fucked the doll all the same if Virgil told him he was going to be watching a movie or something of the sort. He's not known for his patience, after all, and since discovering the doll a few minutes ago, Remus has been fighting back the urge to just ruin the thing in the middle of the hallway.

He basically sprints to his own room, tossing the doll rather roughly onto his sticky sheets as he quickly shimmies out of his clothes. As he kicks his boxers off, he digs his hand into his drawer, searching desperately until he finally finds a small bag. He gives it a little shake, and is pleased to find it's still semi-full.

It was the "magic" powder that needed to be sprinkled on the doll in order to activate the voodoo aspect.

Remus is quick to open the bag and basically dump its contents onto the doll, delighted as he sees the sand-like substance meld with the doll and sink into its fabric, no doubt seeping into each stitch, and into the thin piece of Virgil's hair woven someplace inside the plush. Remus gives it a few seconds to let it properly soak up the dust, before he's hopping onto his bed, no longer having the patience to hold back to any degree.

He's quick to peel the clothes off the doll and toss them away. Curiously, he dips his finger into the hole on the underside of the doll, and licks his lips when his fingers sink into a warm, moist area.

Truthfully, he didn't fully understand how the dolls worked either, but nothing was real, so whatever.

In his room, however, Virgil is startled as he feels two objects begin to push into him. They don't push very far, nor do they stretch him open wildly. But it's still enough of an intrusion to have him gasping, and his back arching off the bed.

His face flushes as he wonders what the hell is happening. Of course, he's not an idiot. To some degree, he knows this has something to do with Remus - why would he have come to Virgil's door otherwise - but he can't place what exactly. After all, he only knew that Remus had created a doll of himself, not the other way around.

Remus has never exactly been known for his patience, and it’s not fingering the doll is going to help Virgil out anyway. That’s the only reason he bothers with prep anyway, so why would he waste his time stretching open an inanimate object?

He pushes his fingers deeper into the doll, delighted at the way just two digits make the doll’s fabric stomach bulge, grinning afterwards at the innocent looking plush held in his hands.

Truly, it was rather admirable; he was very proud of his handiwork.

He then sucks on his fingers after he pulls them out, vividly picturing what Virgil’s reactions must be. He’s half tempted to rise into his room and watch him lose himself on a phantom cock, but decides to deprive himself of the visible, reasoning that he’ll go see Virgil afterwards, and see how exhausted he is.

Remus flips himself to lay on his back, and holds the Virgil doll against his cock, giving himself just a few moments to teasingly rub the toy against his shaft.

“Fuck… if you were really Virgil, you’d be squirming around, and insisting you hate when I tease you,” Remus grunts, as he ruts his cock over the doll’s front. “Unfortunately, you’re just a pocket pussy replica.”

He lifts the doll up, and lines up its hole with the tip of his cock, before pulling it rather swiftly down, groaning to himself at the rather attractive visual of the doll being extra stuffed. He knows from experience that his cock will feel much bigger to Virgil, which it in fact does.

Virgil barely has time to put his phone down between Remus pulling his fingers out and pushing his cock in, but when he feels it he cries out immediately, thighs shaking as his toes curl. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him, trembling from the intensity of being so suddenly stretched open, with his stomach bulging from this invisible object.

While he still has his brain, and the ability to think, Virgil tries to come up with a reasonable explanation for what he’s feeling. However, he only comes to a conclusion seconds before Remus starts thrusting.

Gasping out “Re- Remus!” he tries to roll off his bed, perhaps thinking he could make it to Remus’s room, but only effectively manages to get onto his stomach before he feels the phantom cock inside of him begin to roughly fuck him hard.

Tears well up in his eyes as he moans loud, voice cracking as he pushes his chest into the bed and his ass up into the air. He holds to his mattress for support, body rocking as he’s quite literally used like a doll. Because Virgil realized that’s what Remus was doing. Using his doll.

The pure oversensitivity sets into his body fast. His face is pushed hard into one of his pillows, sobbing out cries of pleasure as he’s fucked. Remus’s cock feels so overwhelmingly large inside of him, to the point where he can feel his stomach bulging with its girth.

He moans Remus’s name, as if hoping Remus will show up and touch him properly, but muffles himself with his pillow shortly after, drool spilling into the pillowcase.

His arms tremble as he attempts to push himself up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his knees, while his shirt and jacket slide up, exposing his chest. Every time he moves though, he swears Remus’s cock drives deeper inside of him. It’s almost as though Remus is easily able to pick up on Virgil’s desperation, and wants him to be able to barely get himself upright. And it’s working.

As soon as Virgil’s clothes are removed enough, he gives up on getting them off completely, and falls back against the bed with a shuddering moan.

Remus isn’t slow in the slightest, grunting animalistically as he squeezes his hand around the doll, fucking up into it while dragging it down. He’s panting excitedly as he watches the doll repeatedly bulge with the size of his shaft, before he rolls onto his knees in order to thrust into the doll properly. He pictures Virgil beneath him, fucking him doggy style, and humps into the doll with more force.

His cock is enveloped in the fabric’s moist warmth, making Remus’s body feel hot as he pictures just how wrecked Virgil is.

And Virgil is wrecked.

Sweat drips down his face, slicking his bangs to his forehead. A mixture of tears and spit soak into his pillow, and he can feel his cock leaking pre beneath him. His prostate is slammed into almost immediately, causing a loud cry to be pulled from his throat. His eyes squeeze shut, and his knuckles turn white.

His thoroughly overwhelmed by the amount of sensations he’s feeling, loving the intense amount of physical pleasure he’s getting, but feeling as though it’s so fast. It’s too much at once, in the best way.

He should really be concerned that Remus has this much power over him. At any time, any day, no matter the circumstances, Remus could just interrupt Virgil’s routine - regardless of whether or not he’s around the others - and just stuff him full of giant cock. And while this should make him anxious, as soon as he realizes this, he’s fumbling to get his hand around his cock.

The idea is just so fucking hot, but Virgil’s already close. He resists the urge to stroke himself, and instead squeezes his hand around the base of his cock in hopes of prolonging his orgasm at least another minute or two.

A whine spills from his lips. The thought of Remus having full control over him…

He has no idea how close Remus is though, and so he knows that if he doesn’t at least try to last a little longer, he could end up so overstimulated that he’ll be unable to do anything for the rest of the day.

He clenches around nothing, soaking his pillow with fat tears as he cries loudly into his pillowcase. Every breath he takes is a gasp for air before he shakily moans again. His fingers squeeze harder around his cock, before he decides he can’t take it anymore.

As his prostate is assaulted, Virgil strokes his cock quickly and sloppily, until finally allowing himself to be pushed over the edge, coming over his bedsheets as a mixture of tears and drool falls from his face just as messily. He can barely work his cock through his orgasm before he’s collapsing into his mess, falling on top of his hand and the puddle of come beneath him.

Briefly, he whines, dreading the fact he’ll have to clean it later, but for now he pulls his hand out from under him and twitches helplessly as he’s forced to accept the onslaught of pleasure still being exerted on his body.

He looks pathetic. If anyone were to see him, they’d easily see his hole stretching and clenching around nothing.

Partially, he feels as though he’s going to pass out from his oversensitive state, left with no indication of if or when Remus will be finished with him. He thinks he feels Remus’s thrusts getting less and less refined, but Remus was never one for rhythmic thrusts anyway. He much preferred to just use and abuse to his heart’s content, regardless of how overwhelming that mindset is for Virgil.

Thankfully though, it doesn’t take long for Remus to fully ruin the poor little plush. Pre fills the doll’s warm hole as Remus fucks into it hard and fast.

Repeatedly, his cock slams deep into the toy, Remus grunting and panting wildly as his body is overcome with warmth, sweat rolling down the bony crevices of his body and dripping onto both the doll and the bed. Unlike Virgil, Remus doesn’t try in the slightest to stifle his orgasm, and instead moans out loud and shamelessly as his brings himself to climax, fucking the toy through his orgasm before eventually keeping himself half pressed inside the doll, stroking himself the rest of the way. He grins as he watches the doll’s fabric body bulge with the amount it’s stuffed with.

He lets his head fall back as he huffs, tongue lolled out of his mouth like a doll as he feels his own semen squeeze out of the doll and spill around his cock, but that cringe-inducing feeling is nothing compared to what Virgil is experiencing, letting out a trembling sob as he feels himself being filled with Remus’s load, his own cock working itself back up both due to being rubbed between Virgil’s body and the sheets, and because Remus thrusts into the doll a few more times after his orgasm is finished.

Ultimately, it leaves Virgil half-hard, but lacking the energy to get himself off again, and so he stays slumped against his mattress, messy with a variety of fluids.

That is, until, his ass is promptly slapped, making him yelp at the stinging sensation as he quickly rolls onto his side in order to look behind him, only to flush when he sees Remus grinning and nude standing at the side of his bed. He’s clutching Virgil’s ruined-looking voodoo doll, still dripping with the very semen Virgil can feel inside of him.

Remus holds the doll sideways, but tilted partially upward, in order to prevent any of his come from leaking out.

Virgil doesn’t have the energy to question why Remus isn’t being a messy little freak for once, too completely and utterly fucked out of his mind to say really anything, and so can only muster up the energy to grumble “a warning would have been nice,” even though he very much enjoyed the lack of such.

Remus doesn’t bother pretending to be sympathetic though, only able to fake a pout for a moment before cackling instead and pushing Virgil onto his back, crawling between his legs as he claims that��he didn’t get a warning when Virgil did it to him. And Remus - disgusting as usual - doesn’t waste any time before holding the doll legs-spread above Virgil’s face, tauntingly musing “your little look-alike is all messy,” as a glob of semen falls from the fabric and onto Virgil’s cheek, making Virgil cringe.

Virgil’s face goes red, but he half-heartedly reaches up to push Remus’s wrist away, grumbling “don’t be weird.” But he’s tired and weak, and he can’t do much to stop Remus from making the doll pretend to kiss Virgil’s nose, before having the plush’s face bump against Virgil’s lips instead.

“You know, you should help clean up this mess,” Remus then says, which has Virgil’s eyes snapping towards Remus’s face.

“What?”

Lips stretching into a wide grin, Remus’s eyes gleam with mischievous delight. His free hand slowly rubs over Virgil’s nipple, which causes Virgil to let out a small moan, as he states “it’s your fault the doll got ruined in the first place. You’re irresistible, after all! It only makes sense that this doll of you is irresistible too.”

He runs his finger up Virgil’s chest, before using his pointer and his thumb to force Virgil’s lips apart.

“Now be a good boy, and keep your mouth open, unless you’d rather me make a mess of your face.”

His threat hangs loosely in the air as he lowers the doll to Virgil's mouth, pressing it's backside against him. Immediately, Virgil's tongue is assaulted by the bitter taste, and his ass is assaulted by the phantom feeling of him cleaning himself out. It's weird and hot simultaneously, making him moan against the doll's hole, dragging his tongue deeper into it and sucking the semen out.

Remus, deciding to be nice, grinds his palm over Virgil's shaft, easily working him back up until he's shivering and leaking, eyes rolling back into his head as he eats himself out.

Until finally, Remus squeezes the doll's midsection, rubbing his fingers against the wet muscle through the fabric and making Virgil suddenly jolt and cry out in pleasure, before Remus works him to another quick orgasm, making a bigger mess of his chest as Remus pulls the doll away.

Grinning with satisfaction, Remus throws the doll onto the nearby nightstand, and lays atop Virgil's pudgy stomach, making Virgil groan at the feeling.

"Feel good?" Remus asks, swiping his thumb along the corner of Virgil's lips in order to scoop up some leftover come, before pushing it into his own mouth.

Virgil huffs. "I'd feel better if we showered."

Remus sticks his tongue out, and squeezes his eyes shut, though he makes no move to get up and leave. "Gross. Count me out!"

Despite this, they stay laying together, Virgil too blissed-out to move, and Remus basking in the mess. And they stay cuddled up like that for as long as possible, just nestled up against each other, sticky semen between them.

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #agp smut #not safe for sanders #dukexiety #dukexiety smut #voodoo smut #dukexiety nsfs

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dndeceit · 13 days ago

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@tsspromptmonth opened comment banking for their Sleepy Bean Cafe event where comments made on Sanders Sides fics after the 26th of October can be used to commission fics from volunteers.

For anyone looking to pad their pockets with comments to spend, here's a list of stories I feel could really use the love:

Passion needs fuel by FeelingGroovySmooth Canonverse (Other) Rating: G Roman is lacking drive in his creative pursuits, leading him to abandon many of his projects. Remus catches on and makes a point to address the issue. Notes: This one I wanted to highlight in particular, because I think this story wonderfully captures the appeal of participating in the cafe event. Creating art, especially telling stories, is an act of communication, and it's hard not to be sensitive to the response. Especially when that response is silence. (And part of why I love doing rec lists. I get anxious and self-conscious and I'm not always good at comments (though I'm trying!) but if I can get more eyes on the stories that I've loved, maybe the authors who made them can get the appreciation they deserve.)

The Prince and the Frog by Radioactive_Jelly (WIP) Fairytale AU (Moceit, Anxceit, Dukexiety, Logince) Rating: Not Rated Prince Janus is having doubts about his upcoming marriage to Virgil. His brothers, Roman and Remus, are determined to stop the wedding for him (though Remus might have ulterior motives in that regard). At least he has his tiny frog friend near the pond to keep him company during his turmoil. Nothing at all complicated there. Notes: Who doesn't love a Fairytale AU? (But honestly, they had me at the promise of "Lovers to Friends" Anxceit.)

Some others I've recced before, but would love to see get more love:

Wolfsbane by TheFoxofFiction (WIP) Supernatural/Fantasy AU. (Loceit) Rating: T Janus is a werewolf fleeing a past filled with isolation and tragedy who, after a brush with death, falls into the care of a witch. Logan manages to save him from his injuries, but he soon learns that the real challenge is saving Janus from himself... Notes: Slowburn Loceit and trauma recovery, it's fantastic.

Animal Skin and its sequel Take a Bite by Willowanderer Supernatural AU. (Dukeceit, Prinxiety) Rating: M Janus and Virgil are brothers who meet a pair of intriguing twins. An amusing amount of drama (romance, mystery, patricide) ensues. Notes: I feel like "Take a Bite" might have been missed by a lot of eyes, because the tags warn (in my opinion) much heavier than what what the content of the fic actually warrants. (And I nearly missed it on that basis myself, since it does use a tag I normally filter.) This fic is more supernatural family drama than it is anything else. (Apart from the tiny bit of premeditated murder...) The tags in question: Underage and "allusions to bestiality". There is no sexual content in the fic itself. The first warning is for mention of underage characters having had sex in the past, and a plot point brushing up against the trafficking of an underage character. And the second is in reference to uncouth Remus thoughts about a hypothetical scenario involving a fully sapient and consenting shapeshifter in animal form.

Remus's Roleplaying Romp by LeftoverParadox Canonverse (Gen) Rating: M When Roman shuts him out of getting involved in Thomas's roleplaying pursuits, Remus decides to show him by throwing his efforts into running a tabletop game for the sides. Hilarity and hijinks (but also some feels) ensue. Notes: Probably one of my favorite fics in the fandom (combining, as it does, two of my own personal obsessions very beautifully). Remus radiates chaotic DM energy, the sides are all so in character, and the game plays out hilariously. (Roman is tagged as being unsympathetic, but he's really just a bit of a dismissive ass towards Remus at the start. He does eventually come around, though after some proportionate comeuppance.)

they say that it gets better (but i guess that was a lie) by Cicadas_on_a_rainy_day (WIP) Canonverse (Gen) Rating: Not Rated/T Thomas starts paying closer attention to some of Remus’s behavior, which leads to unexpected, painful repercussions for everyone else in the Mindscape. Notes: Updating as a series of Whumptober prompts. Some great character moments, and exploration of how the Sides function within Thomas’s mind. The author has an amazing talent for telling a story with what the characters aren't saying out loud. (The series summary promises an eventual happy ending, and I’m clinging to that.)

Remus’ Brilliant Plan by CrystalHavoc Canonverse (Moceit, Intrulogical, Intruality…technically) Rating: M Remus is bored, horny, annoyed with Virgil, fed up with being ignored by Logan, and amused by Janus’s crush on a certain father figment. Obviously, the answer to all of these problems is the same simple solution: He needs to have sex with Patton. Notes: This one is so fucking funny, I don’t even know where to start. (Also writing a story where Remus propositions Patton is easy, writing a story where it feels believable that Patton might say yes, that's a lot harder to pull off.)

(I'll probably pull out other recs when I have the chance, and my rec tags are full of other gems, but these were the ones that quickly came to mind.)

#sanders sides #rec list #fic rec #the sleepy bean cafe #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic

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glacierruler · 1 year ago

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Masterpost for Banding With You

Chapters:

#dukexiety #eventual dukexiety #soulmate au #band au #sanders sides #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction

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tulipanthousa · 10 months ago

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Ok I’m super curious now- do you headcanon any other sides as canonically fucking or just dukexiety? I know I’ve got my personal categories of nah/just so much UST/badly resolved ST/ST resolved very very thoroughly but I’d love to hear yours!!

i know anxceit exes is hced a lot but i mean. look at them. i dont think either of them were abusive or anything i just thing they had really different goals and eventually the built up frustration/resentment bubbled over and it fell apart. had hatesex at least once after the start of canon

Patton didnt have sex with anyone UNTIL after POF when Janus took him home and blew his mind so i think they are boinking on the reg now

in the reverse of anxceit, i think prinxiety had hatesex one time either before or toward the very start of canon, and currently theyre sappy-fucking like rabbits on every surface available and everyone else h a t e s i t

dukeceit has sex and its bizarre playing-with-the-imagination shit with claws and tentacles and such most of the time. occasional sap when one of thems particularly frazzled

i think Logan's got..... Something going on with Janus and Remus and has for a long time, starting somewhere around the beginning of canon. dont know what it is, exactly, something like going over there to get Dommed when he's really fucked up brainspace wise (sexually or not), and i feel like he's probably super ashamed of it. someone rail that nerd until he can stop thinking for ten minutes

#ask #Anonymous

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oatmealdaydreams · 6 months ago

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YES! Ramble about it!!

- Vee 💜

@vee0valentine

Okay, okay, here's some stuffs :3

Pony Names

Remus = Silver Comedy

Roman = Golden Tragedy

Virgil = Storm Bringer

Logan = Erudite

Janus = Cobra

Patton = Berry Muffin

Cutiemarks

Remus has a Comedy Mask with a silver ribbon

Roman has a Tragedy Mask with a golden ribbon

Virgil has a dark stormcloud

Logan has a book with a moon and two stars around it

Janus' cutiemark is TBD right now

Patton has a muffin with hearts on it

What They Are

Remus, Logan, Roman = unicorns

Virgil = pegasus

Janus and Patton = earth ponies

Extra Notes

Remus got exiled from Ponyville when the twins were foals, so Roman has been secretly searching for his twin since then

Virgil was abandoned as a kid and grew up in the Everfree Forest (never learned how to fly)

Both Virgil and Remus are disabled; Virgil with flightless wings & Remus with a broken horn

Dukexiety end up meeting in the forest, become friends bc they literally have no one else, and end up as romantic partners who take care of each other

Some quest shit happens, Janus and Patton and Logan find out Roman's been searching for his brother the whole time so they help him out on his next adventure to find Remus, they find Dukexiety, some emotional twin fighting, Windigos, and then eventually reconciliation & everyone becomes friends with varying dynamics

Roman has nightmares a lot, and his fave comfort ppl are Logan & Remus

Lots more, but I don't wanna make this too long :3

#oatmeal asks #vee 💜 anon #vee yayy :D #Dukexiety Pony AU #mlp au #sanders sides au #dukexiety

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brandstifter-sys · 5 months ago

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Remus can't learn a damn thing because Virgil showing him how just turns him on. He totally asks Virgil to bite and digest him like that too

So, Remus' birthday photos. Boy eats a dang cockroach. Because he likes the cronch. But everyone else is grossed out!! Even Virgil!! But not for the reason you might think. It's not the roach that bothers him so much as it's the method Remus uses to eat it. Any good spider knows you bite, digest, and slurp bugs. To him it looks like Remus is taking a bite of a whole kit kat

Y E S XD!!! The chaotic Duke L O V E S his C R U N C H Y extra protein but the poor Emo Spider is gonna have to web Dukey's treats and teach him at this rate cause he needs some class XD

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #virgil eventually gives up and tries to get patton to help in his frog way

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monkeythefander · 6 months ago

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I want to draw more Sanders Sides ship art so out of the ships listed below, which would you want me to draw next? I’ll probably draw all of them eventually, but you can decide which one I definitely draw. (I also have this poll on my Instagram story currently so the results I get here will be added to any votes I get on Insta.

#sanders sides #sanders sides ships #moceit #patton x janus #loceit #logan x janus #dukexiety #remus x virgil #logicality #logan x patton #sanders sides fanart ideas #sanders sides fanart

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starlocked01 · 1 year ago

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Dukexiety Week Day 1- Tattoo Shop/Florist

Summary: Remus leaves his shop to bother Virgil at work with a gift.

Wc: 940

Warnings- existentialism, panic attacks

@dukexietyweek

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Remus stood just outside the door to the tattoo parlor, bouncing on his toes and shifting his weight from foot to foot. This had seemed like such a good idea ten minutes ago, and while he normally wouldn’t hesitate to just walk in, something felt off today. It was on the tip of his tongue, an irritating niggle in the back of his mind that wouldn’t shut up for two seconds.

Swallowing his energy for the moment, Remus strode forward, pushing open the door with the arm not held behind his back and waving brightly at the patrons who turned to inspect the newcomer at the sound of the doorbell. He had to admit he was a little impressed that they weren’t in enough pain to just ignore him. Remus glanced around the shop, eyes darting directly to Virgil’s station. His heart leaped into his throat to find the station empty, the only sign it was ever used was a couple of concept art drawings hanging from the wall next to the tattoo gun.

Frowning, Remus turned back to the front desk.

“Where’s Virge?”

A man riddled in piercings to make a porcupine jealous and covered in enough ink to illustrate an entire novel rolled his eyes, “In the back on break. I think he’s booked for the afternoon-”

Remus was already pushing past, “I don’t need an appointment- thanks!”

“Hey!” the man shouted after him, but Remus had already darted to the back of the shop.

The backroom was surprisingly office-like for the dark edgy main floor of the shop, brightly lit with beige tiled floors and bland walls. The biggest pop of color to the room were several cork boards along the walls covered in schedules, notes from management, and several pieces of art made by the tattoo artists. Remus glanced around and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Virgil curled up in the corner of the room.

"Baby!" Remus called softly, walking over and sitting on the floor next to him, "what- what's wrong, scarebear?"

Virgil’s eyes snapped up at the sound of his voice, blinking from within the dark recesses of his hoodie, pulled tight over his face. "Rem?"

"Yeah, it's me, baby. Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

Remus chuckled, "I left the shop in good hands. I wanted to see you."

"Who?"

"JJ's watching. And Rome was gonna drop in soon so everything is fine. What's wrong?" Remus ask again, mad that his premonition had been right.

"I- I can't do it," Virgil mumbled, looking down to avoid Remus's eyes, "too much. Bad day."

Remus's heart fell from his throat down to his stomach, "a bad brain day? Well good thing I brought these," he carefully pulled a small terra cotta pot from behind his back, packed with soil and a couple flowers standing tall on long stems. "I figured.. we have some at home and you love the carnations in the greenhouse, so why not bring you a couple for work…"

Virgil looked back up, blinking the overwhelmed tears out of his eyes and rubbed at his cheeks with his sleeve, "they're just gonna die. We're all gonna die- Rem- why-?"

Remus shushed softly and shuffled closer to wrap an arm around Virgil’s shoulders, "just breathe with me, emo. It's gonna be alright."

He started to breathe in long slow breaths to demonstrate for Virgil, rubbing his shoulder and pushing the flower pot closer to him. Shaking with the effort, Virgil reached forward until his finger tips were brushing the petals of the carnation.

When the man with the copious tats and piercings came back to pull Virgil back on the floor to take a customer, Remus growled held Virgil closer, not about to let his boyfriend get pushed around. It seemed like forever, but Virgil eventually calmed down enough to turn and hug Remus closer himself.

"That's my baby," Remus beamed and kissed his forehead, "wanna call it a shift and come back with with? The carnations miss you, baby."

"Frankie's gonna be pissed," Virgil murmured, leaning into Remus's shoulder.

He laughed softly, "no one is gonna tell you no when I'm around, sweetpea." Remus hummed and nuzzled Virgil’s cheek, "my lilac lover. I think you need a break and any good boss would give you one by rescheduling your appointments."

Virgil sniffed, "but…"

"Butt," Remus giggled.

"But… my three o'clock is for a rainbow carnation," Virgil whispered.

Remus gasped, "you didn't tell me you were doing carnation tats! I gotta get one-" he whined and gave Virgil pleading eyes.

Virgil chucked, "where? You've barely got canvas left, babe."

"What about my forehead? Does it look empty to you?"

Virgil snorted, "nooo I don't do faces!"

"Oh come on! You could give it little kissies in bed!" Remus pouted and kept pleading with Virgil, glad to see him laughing again.

"Absolutely not," Virgil replied firmly, shaking his head.

"Will you at least keep these babies at your station to remember me at work? And help you keep calm?" Remus asked, picking up the clay pot again.

Virgil reached for the pot and held it gingerly, inspecting the flowers, "I guess…"

"Yay!" Remus nuzzled him again, earning a bright laugh from his boyfriend.

"Okay okay- see you at home? Or do you want me to pick you up at the shop?"

"Yeah, we can walk home from the greenhouse," Remus nodded, "call me if you get overwhelmed again?"

Virgil sighed, "yeah.. how did you know today?"

"Just had a feeling, beautiful," Remus kissed his cheek, "you got this."

"Thank you, Re."

"You got it, Vi."

#dukexiety #dukexiety week 2023 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #fan fic

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