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monkeythefander · 3 months ago

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An Analogince Proposal💜💙❤️

Summary: Roman, Logan, and Virgil have been dating for two years. The princely side is now determined to propose to his boyfriends, so hopefully it goes well.

Relationship(s): Romantic Analogince (Virgil x Logan x Roman)

Characters: Roman Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders (only mentioned), Patton Sanders (only mentioned), Character!Thomas Sanders (only mentioned), and Remus Sanders (only mentioned).

Content Warning(s): Some anxiety/worrying, slight Virgil angst (I think). Let me know if I missed anything else.

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Roman slowly walks towards the stairs, taking calming breaths. This could be the best or worst moment of his life. Patton and Janus are off helping Thomas, and Remus is causing chaos in the imagination. This gives the princely side plenty of time to conduct his plan.

Roman stops for a moment before heading downstairs. He checks in his pocket, making sure the ring box is in there nicely. Roman is going to propose to his boyfriends, Logan and Virgil, today. They’ve been dating for two years now, and Roman couldn’t be happier. He knows his boyfriends aren’t opposed to the idea of marriage in general. They’ve watched many romance movies together during date nights, and all enjoy a good wedding scene. Hopefully they won’t be opposed to the idea of marrying him.

Roman takes one final calming breath before heading down the stairs and entering the living room. Logan and Virgil are both sitting next to each on the couch. The logical side is reading a book, while the anxious side is scrolling on his phone. Roman smiles at the sight of his boyfriends before announcing his presence.

“Greetings, my loves.”

Logan and Virgil look up at the princely side and both smile softly at him.

“Hey, Princey.”

“Salutations, Roman.”

Roman smiles again and walks closer to the couch, stopping in front of his boyfriends. The creative side then starts to say what he’s rehearsed for this very moment.

“My darlings, we’ve been together for two years now and I’ve been enjoying every second we spend together. I love going on dates with you, cuddling you, kissing you, and talking about poetry, books, musicals, and movies with you. I want to be able to do these things with you both for the rest of my life, so I have just one question for you two.”

Roman gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring box from his pocket. He opens it up to reveal two rings. They’re silver with red, blue, and purple gems in them. The princely side then says the question.

“Will you marry me?”

Roman looks at both of his boyfriends, trying to read their faces. Logan looks happy but slightly confused. Virgil looks like he’s nervous and excited. The emo’s eyeshadow has even turned that sparkly purple that Roman loves seeing so much. Logan ends up being the first to break the silence.

“Roman, my star, I’d be very happy to marry you. But you do realize marriage isn’t necessary for us to be figuratively bonded together. We’re already as connected as figuratively and literally possible, considering we are the Sides of one person. We are bonded together no matter what.”

Roman looks at the logical side with a slightly less happy expression on his face.

“So you don’t want to get married then…?”

Logan frowns, regretting his previous comment.

“No, that’s not it. I want to marry you, Roman. I just wanted you to know that if you’re just proposing because you think this is the only way to figuratively bond us together, that I already consider us bonded. Married or not, I want to always be by your side. But if you truly want to be officially married, I’m happy to do so.”

Roman’s face brightens up and he smiles at his logical love, before glancing over at his emo. Virgil is fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves, and looks down at his shoes when he notices Roman’s gaze is now on him.

“Princey…I’d love to marry you, but are you sure you really wanna be married to me. Yeah, you like dating me, but what if once you marry me you realize you’re actually tired of dealing with me and all my worries. I don’t want you to feel stuck with me when you end up realizing I’m too much to deal with.”

Roman grabs one of Virgil’s hands with his free hand, the one not holding the ring box.

“My Emo Knight, you could never be too much for me. I want to be there by your side, whether you’re feeling glittery or gloomy. I want to support you and love you.”

Virgil covers his eyes with his free hand and mumbles.

“Princey, you’re going to make me cry with how sappy you’re being…”

“I hope you mean happy tears, J.D-lightful.”

“Yes, Sir-Sing-A-Lot. I mean happy tears. And to answer your question from before, yes, I’ll marry you.”

Roman puts the ring box down on the ground before getting up from his kneeled position on the floor, and pulls his emo into a hug. The creative side holds his emo gently before glancing at Logan and motioning for him to join th hug. The logical side joins his boyfriends in the embrace and they all feel content in this moment, not wanting it to end. The calm silence is eventually broken by Logan leaving the hug and speaking up.

“So Virgil, my moonlight, will you marry me? Since we’re both now engaged to Roman, I feel like it’s safe to assume that we’d also take the next step in our relationship and get married as well. I don’t have a ring for you, but I can get you one when I get the chance.”

“Yes, L, I’ll marry you too. Don’t worry about not having a ring, worrying is my job. If we get Roman a matching ring then the rings he got us can represent all three of us being engaged to each other.”

The princely side claps his hands and jumps up in excitement.

“That’s a perfect idea Virgil! I can create a matching ring now.”

Roman makes another ring for himself and hands it to Virgil.

“J.D-lightful, you or Logan can do the honors of placing the ring on my finger and I shall do the same for you two.”

The now fiancés proceed to place the rings on each others’ fingers and share a few kisses. The three of them then settle down on the couch and put on a movie to watch together. Roman smiles to himself, happy with how his proposal played out, and excited for the future wedding he would have with his loves.

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End Notes: Thanks for reading! I was originally just going to make a headcannon about how I thought an Analogince proposal would play out, but I got the idea to write out a short fic and this was the result. I might write out a part 2 to this that’s the wedding, but I don’t know for sure. If anything, I might just draw Analogince on their wedding day since I’m getting outfit ideas. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little story. If you did, please consider leaving a like, reblog and/or a comment.

-Monkey💜

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AO3 Link to this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58585345

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders #character thomas #analogince #virgil x logan x roman #logan x virgil #virgil x roman #logan x roman #virgil sanders angst #the angst isn’t a lot though

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armageddonouttahere · 4 years ago

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Consolation

Title: Consolation

Summary: Takes place after “Putting Others First”, in which Roman sinks into his room and doesn’t leave for a while. Logan is the only one not preoccupied enough to come and lure him out, but in this he has to face emotions he’s been putting on the backburner for a long time.

Pairings: Romantic Logince, background platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Crying, self-doubt, insecurity, negative thinking

Rating: General Audiences

Genres: Fluff, Hurt/comfort (with a happy ending)

Word count: 2,500

A/N: Here we are, at last! I had cranked out the last couple paragraphs of this fic just an hour ago, and I’m very excited. This had gone from a little Logince comfort drabble to a fic of 2,500 words (exactly, though I didn’t do that on purpose). I hope anyone who sees this enjoys it, and everyone who’s been waiting for it likes it even more, after all this suspense. Taglist will be at the end, under the cut.

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Logan was at a loss. The aftermath of Janus’ name reveal left all the sides shaken and fragile. Especially Roman. Logan wanted to help, he wanted to be able to tell Roman with certainty that he will be okay, that everything will be alright. Logan needed to be able to look Roman in the eyes and know that the words that came out of his mouth are truths.

But he can’t. So, Logan focused on the problems he could solve. He endeavoured to keep Thomas in working order, though on the inside he may be struggling. Virgil seemed to have taken a backseat, focused on watching over Patton. The most he’d seen of the anxious side was weekly updates and reports on Patton’s condition, how he was feeling, which Logan appreciated greatly. He needed all the positive data he could get.

As the logical side, Logan was somewhat attuned with the other sides’ reasoning and thought process. He needed this information to be accurate in order to know how Thomas works, how he functions. He knew how the other sides try to solve problems, how they understand things. When something or someone throws a wrench in the system it’s one of the few things that affected Logan physically.

In the aftermath after Roman sank out Logan had migraines for weeks. Roman’s flawed logic- his flawed perception of himself- is the one thing that has caused Logan the most physical pain. Roman’s view of himself shifted so drastically to the negative end that Logan felt… sorry? For him?

He felt… he- he felt. Roman made him feel. What did he feel, exactly? Empathy? It was true that Roman’s emotional pain gave Logan physical pain, but the shared anguish went further than that. Logan knew what it’s like to feel wrong, to feel unheard. He related to Roman. He knew what he’s going through.

Their opinions may differ, but Roman still needed consolation. Logan won’t further his belief that Janus is the villain, but Roman doesn’t need a scolding or a lecture, skewed though his viewpoint of Janus may be. He needed someone to listen to him, someone to comfort him.

Logan was aware that he’s no optimal candidate for the matter, not the first choice for consolation (nor the second). He does not possess the endless cuddles and comfort food of Patton, nor does he have the quiet understanding and listening ears of Virgil. His only way of reassuring the prince is through data, probabilities, and chances. Inadequate. Unsatisfactory. Definitely not enough.

Logan made a plan. A plan to make Roman feel better. A plan to get Roman to open his door, something he hadn’t done in two weeks. He gathered things he believed he would need in order to cheer Roman up: the Sherlock screenplay Roman had gifted him at Christmastime, Logan’s book of Shakespeare’s plays (Hamlet being pre-marked with a red sticky-note, in case Roman is feeling increasingly dramatic and macabre), his journal for note-taking, vocab cards, and his laptop- which has a playlist compilation full of ‘cute’ animal videos at the ready. All of this was needed for Logan to get up the courage to knock on Roman’s door. He felt as if he’s putting on an armour of sorts. Preparing himself for battle.

It’s quite funny- the logical side needs bravery and courage to step outside his area of expertise and comfort the prince of the group.

May 17th, 2020. 1830 hours. Attempt #1: Prologue.

Roman has not left his corner of the mindscape for 16 days, 6 hours, and 28 minutes. Virgil has just given an update on Patton’s condition, which is thus: Patton’s “room” has slightly lessened in its intensity of upsetting emotions. The picture frames’ rate of showing unfavourable memories has decreased. Patton has not cried yet today. The Dark Sides, Remus and Janus, seem to be keeping on the “down-low”. Thomas has not had any intrusive dreams in many days. Virgil has been too preoccupied in keeping tabs on Patton to give him anxiety over much. Thomas’ motivation has gone down. His restlessness has gone up. Roman’s unconscious contributions to Thomas’ everyday life have gone down significantly. Thomas has stopped daydreaming. He has stopped thinking about the future, what he has to do tomorrow. He is becoming forgetful and apathetic. As the logical side, there is only so much I can do to keep Thomas in working order without help from the others, that much I can admit. I have put off trying to help Roman in case things only become worse, but the stakes are too high at this point. Action must be taken. I will record the results of this 1st attempt later.

Logan steeled himself, books tucked under his arm. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Around nine at night, he wrote down the results. Roman had been unresponsive to polite requests for entry, knocking, attempts to start a conversation, small-talk, even a referencing desire to build a snowman. He had not responded to propositions of reading from plays or poetry, or any of his favourite literature. In summary, it was almost like speaking to a “brick-wall” (almost, because the door to Roman’s room was made of mahogany).

“Really? Things must be bad,” was Virgil’s response as Logan recounted the events to him later that evening. It was late, almost time for Logan to get some shut-eye after organizing Thomas’ duties for tomorrow. Logan had entered the kitchen hoping that Thomas would get a good night’s sleep so he could have the highest level of productivity the next day, but judging by the Monster Energy drink resting in Virgil’s hands he supposed that was not the case.

“It is certainly concerning. I tried… if not everything, at least a substantial amount of options.”

“Yeah, and if Roman doesn’t answer to a Disney reference… I’m worried about him. Do you want... me to try?” he said, fidgeting. Logan realized he looked uncomfortable with the idea. Virgil must felt a little guilty for not showing up at all during the argument.

“No, I believe that more attempts should be made. To wear him down, in a way. I’m planning to try again tomorrow.”

“Same Bat Time, same Bat Place?”

“An interesting way of putting it, but that’s the idea.” Logan rubbed his eyes and began making a list of all his tasks once he returned to his room.

“Alright. I’m gonna go see Thomas.” Virgil said, getting ready to sink out.

“I assumed you were. And Virgil?”

He popped back up. “Yeah?”

“Please at least try to motivate him a bit, if through fear? I don’t want to deal with a gloomy, unproductive Thomas tomorrow.”

“You got it. I won’t screw him up too much. ‘Night, Lo.”

“Good-night, Virgil.” He was alone.

“Roman?” Logan knocked once more. “Roman, would you be open to company? I wish to speak with you.”

Nothing. He sighed, pushing his journal farther into his pants pocket. He decided to come with substantially less things this time around. To come as he is.

“I’m not entertaining visitors or guests at the present. Please come back another time, thank you,” came a weak and muffled response.

The sound of Roman’s voice gave Logan an ache in his heart which he didn’t want to name. He ignored it, for the moment.

“I just want to speak with you. You’ve been decidedly quiet these past few weeks. Your input, both in-person and in Thomas’ subconscious has dropped a considerable amount. As far as I am aware you have not made your presence known to me or any of the other sides in over two weeks.”

Silence was his response. Facts were getting Logan nowhere. Logan sighed, struggling with himself. Did he tell Roman what he thought in simple terms, what he was trying to say through his data? How could he bare himself to Roman’s listening ears, let himself be known?

“In all honesty, Roman, I’m- I’m…” He took a breath. “I’m worried about you.” He said this in a rush, letting it all out in one breath. Like a Band-aid, as Virgil had stated. The silence that still followed both frightened him and spurred him on.

“Roman, I- I haven’t spoken to you in weeks. I’m afraid of what will happen if you stay isolated for much longer. You’re a necessary part of Thomas’ life, for me to have things to maintain and keep in order. But more than that, more than duties of mine, I mis- I’m… finding your absence upsetting.”

Logan faintly realised his hands had begun to shake, and he clenched them.

“You… mean a lot to m- the Mindscape, to Patton, to Virgil… to everyone. No one means you harm. We need your input on discussions, and revel in your ideas and thoughts. We... miss you.”

Just gotta rip it off.

“I- I miss you, Roman.” Logan shut his eyes, forcing out the idea that he had become emotional enough to begin producing tears. Logic does not cry. “We bicker sometimes and both of us are wrong on occasion, but I would rather have arguments with you than nothing without.”

“Seeing your vibrance and excitement in brainstorming, your happiness in Disney movies and romances, watching your brilliance when creating plays and stories and… being you, I- I find myself… swept up- metaphorically, of course- in every emotion you give off when you’re around me. Seeing you productive and happy gives me more of a reason to work to the best of my ability.”

“It’s… it would be difficult for me to ever say these things in the hearing of the other sides, but… I miss the feelings you bring me when you are around. It is something greater than a job well done, Crofters, or puzzles and murder mysteries being solved.”

“The emotions I feel when you are around are something more than a simple pleasure in watching, in the aesthetical enjoyment of seeing things fall into place. When I’m with you, I feel… spurred into action.”

“Roman, I- I can’t… I can’t bear your absence any longer. I’m worried about you, but more than that, I’m worried that should you keep to yourself, I’ll never… I- I won’t…” Logan swept aside a few tears that had run down his face. His throat ached so much that he feared he wouldn’t be able to get any more words out. The words he spoke next came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Without you I’m afraid I’ll never feel anything again.”

A shuddered gasp tore itself from Logan’s throat as he took his first proper breath in a few minutes. Tears slicked their way down his face freely now. This was, Logan supposed, because such a long drought of emotion had rendered him virtually unable to control any that did overcome him.

“However,” Logan began once more after a few more minutes of silence, his voice quieter now. If anyone else had heard it, they might have said he sounded ashamed. “Should you wish to remain alone for… whatever period of time, I won’t stop you. Asking you to open your door for my sake is extremely selfish of me. I’m… I’m sorry, Roman.”

Logan took one more breath before turning around to leave. He had no idea what the effects of his speech would be, and that scared him. He was in an entirely new territory. This was an unprecedented event, with no similar experiences to compare it to. He had ‘boldly gone where no man had gone before’, so to say.

Logan was so wrapped in his own panic, for that is what it was, he almost missed the imperceptible click of Roman’s door opening as he walked away. Every muscle in Logan’s body tensed, and he prepared for angry words and scathing insults. Logan would face it, however. He turned around, and was met with a sight for some very sore eyes.

Roman held open his door an infinitesimal amount, peering through the crack. Through the small open space Logan could see the prince out of his usual outfit, the beautiful swath of his hair, and one very tearful eye. Logan opened his mouth without knowing what would come out, but the air was knocked out of him.

Roman flung the door open wide and his socked feet ate up the steps between them as he flung his arms around Logan, the force of his embrace almost tipping Logan over. An embarrassing ‘oof’ escaped him at the impact and his hands went up to grip the back of Roman’s jumper after only a second of hesitation.

Logan’s mind filled incredibly fast with all sorts of information: the scent of Roman’s hair, the warmth of his body, how Roman buried his head in Logan’s neck and the slight wetness that came from tears. The way Roman’s nose jutted into his neck, the almost imperceptible touch of Roman’s lips on his shirt collar. Logan’s body betrayed him in an audible catch of his breath as Roman clung to him harder.

“Roman, I-” Logan began in a faint whisper, but Roman only shushed him and tightened his grip, rocking them from side to side ever so slightly.

They stayed like that for Galileo knows how long when the prince peeled himself from Logan. Roman looked upon Logan with eyes so bright from unshed tears Logan would have believed there were stars in them.

“You never said anything. Not a word.”

Their conversation was as hushed as could be, the Mindscape and the world beyond it ceasing to exist and zooming in on the two of them, in this moment.

“I’m not good with words. When it comes to talking about feelings, I mean. You know this.”

“Don’t lie, Specs. That was one of the most eloquent and beautiful things I’ve ever heard.”

Logan scrambled to find a breath within him as Roman smiled up at him. For one of the few times in his life, he found himself with nothing to say.

“It was moving, and heartfelt-” Roman continued, taking Logan’s hand and stepping back, towards his room. He paused in his motions and looked at Logan once more.

“-and it was incredibly romantic.” He said softly.

“I’m- I’m glad.” came Logan’s strangled reply. Roman smiled at him again and led him into his room. There they would sit and talk for hours, and Logan would hold Roman to his chest. They would confess to things bothering them and their hopes, dreams, and fears for the future. It would grow late, and Logan would give in and begin to card his hands through Roman’s hair as the prince drifted off to sleep.

There, in the black-blue of the sky of Roman’s window, scattered with stars and the slanting rays of the moon, Logan would look down upon the prince’s sleeping head and realize, though he had first doubted his abilities, he had been enough. Enough for Roman and for himself. He had been enough.

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