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Basically Roman and Virgil in my White Lies AU:
Roman, looking intensely in a mirror in his room: I just... Need someone to be my friend. Someone who will listen to and support me, who won't betray my trust and break down my confidence when I don't agree with them... Someone who also kinda hates Janus... Someone to binge watch Disney movies with me...
Virgil "chilling" in his own room alone in the dark side: *sits up and looks around suspiciously* I feel like something is calling me
#for context in that au janus is the first dark side revealed and virgil is revealed last#by the time virgil is revealed roman has major trust and confidence issues because of issues like the ones from POF#because even though janus has long been accepted he can still be emotionally manipulative sometimes to get his way#roman has gone through character developnent and his black-and-white view has been challenged#so once this creepy spider emo is revealed he's half ready to start treating him like a villain#but them virgil offhandedly mentions that he likes nightmare before christmas and disney in general#and roman internally swings the other way to ok I'm gonna be besties with this one#sanders sides#roman sanders#virgil sanders#platonic prinxiety#white lies au#janus sanders
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babysitting au redraw ^^ lil prinxiety under the cut lol
aaaaaa love men
#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#sander sides#ts virgil#sanders sides#thomas sanders#i dont watch this show anymore#but i miss them#bring them back pls#jack and sally??#babysitting au mentioned#redraw#anyways#i bring emo roman#and more blonde virgil
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Some Nevermore memes i made because i sudenly got inspired:
This one Is in honor of my friend @maze-arts because they are right, they give prinxiety vibes. Also, that prinxiety drawing belongs to @fangirltothefullest is some old prinxiety art that found on Google.
That one was me during the last episode, i was like: "Monty, DO SOMETHING! YOU LITERALLY HAVE AN SPECTRE TOO!" I was waiting the whole episode for him to transform.
#my post#beetlewine#beetlepost#nevermore#nevermore webtoon#nevermore memes#pluto nevermore#duke nevermore#montresor nevermore#will nevermore#prinxiety mention
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Virgil : Roman, could you do me a favor?
Roman : I would kill for you, but go on.
Virgil : …
Virgil : You really need to stop starting sentences like that.
#they both would k!ll for each other lets be honest#incorrect quote#sanders sides#sanders sides incorrect quotes#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#can be seen as platonic or romantic tbh#tw : mentions of killing
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Y’all are sleeping on the fact that there’s hearts after he says “shut up emo”
#roman sanders#sanders sides#tss virgil#virgil sanders#ts virgil#tss#thomas sanders#why has no one mentioned this#it was in my head and I had to share#I’m going insane#i know this is from like 2 years ago but idc#prinxiety
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I used to not ship them... They're growing on me :] <3
#prinxiety#virgil sanders#roman sanders#tss roman#tss virgil#sanders sides#tss fanart#sanders sides fanart#yes i'm posting twice today shhhhh dont mention it
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A Halloween Meet Cute ❤️💜
Summary: Virgil doesn’t usually like parties. But this Halloween party might result in the start of something wonderful, with a certain someone in a sparkly costume.
Relationship(s): Romantic Prinxiety, background/mentioned Romantic Intruality
AU: College/Human AU
Content Warning(s): mention of alcohol (not in detail though and none is physically present in this story). Let me know if I missed anything else.
Click below the cut to read the fanfiction
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Virgil sits on the back porch of the house. He takes a deep breath and not for the first time this evening, contemplates why he came to this party in the first place.
It’s Halloween night and Virgil is currently sitting on the back porch of Patton’s family’s house. Patton had invited several students from their university to his Halloween party. Virgil knew he wouldn’t know anyone besides Patton and Remus at the party, but he couldn’t find it in himself to decline Patton’s invitation. The bubbly man had told Virgil about all the decorations he got and activities he had planned for the party throughout the planning process. Patton also wasn’t planning on letting anyone bring alcohol to the party because most people who he invited are under legal-drinking age, and he also wanted to avoid anyone causing chaos or getting sick. Overall, the party plans sounded fun and safe, so Virgil ended up attending.
But as he sits out on the porch in his vampire costume, he can’t help but feel stupid for attending. Patton, being a social butterfly, spent most of the party trying to chat with everyone and keep everyone entertained. He was also spending a lot of time with Remus, which makes sense because they’re dating. This resulted in Virgil being left alone a lot because he didn’t feel comfortable joining large conversations with a lot of people he didn’t know.
Maybe Virgil should just go home. Patton’s probably too busy to notice him leaving, so he can send an apology text later.
“Hey, Count Woe-laf. What’s got you sitting out here alone?”
Virgil jumps slightly at the unexpected voice and turns around to see a person standing in the doorway. The person is wearing a white, long sleeved, knee length dress that has a gold flower design on it. The person has reddish-brown hair that’s tied up in a ponytail. They are also wearing a flower crown with red flowers, fake-pointed ears, sparkly red eyeshadow, and sparkly fairy wings.
“Uh- I just wanted some space from all the festivities…” Virgil mumbles in response while looking away from the newcomer. Suddenly, he hears footsteps approaching him and the sound of someone sitting down next to him.
“I could use a break too. Being social so much can get tiring. I’m Roman, they/he. What’s your name?” The person, Roman says and they stick out their hand to Virgil to shake in greeting.
“I’m Virgil, he/him.” Virgil shakes Roman’s hand back. The person smiles brightly.
“So, how’d you get invited to this party if you don’t mind me asking. Considering you’re sitting out here, you don’t seem like someone who attends parties often.” As Roman says this, his head tilts slightly to the side and Virgil can’t help but find this action cute.
“I’m friends with the party host. How’d you get invited, Sparkles?” Virgil decided to throw in a nickname. Roman gave Virgil one, so he might as well give the person one in return.
“Sparkles? I like that. I was invited to this party by my twin brother, who happens to be dating the party host.”
“You’re related to Remus?!” Virgil asks a bit louder than he meant to. If Roman is related to Remus, then how come he’s never seen them before. Also, Remus’s aesthetic is completely different compared to this sparkly, fairy person sitting in front of him. How can they be twins?
Roman laughs before replying, “I’m guessing you know Remus too since you said you’re friends with Patton. I know I probably don’t seem like I’d be Remus’s twin, but we are. I’ve grown up with him for my entire life.”
“I can see the resemblance now that you’ve told me you’re related actually.” Virgil says, looking at Roman’s features again. Roman and Remus both have reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and freckles scattered across their faces. Remus just happens to have a mustache, a gray-streak in his hair, slightly shorter hair, and lots of piercings.
“So, what year and major are you?” Roman asks, tilting his head cutely again.
“I’m a second year, and an English major. What about you?”
“I’m also a second year. But I’m an art major. I want to make my own animated series one day.”
“That’s cool, Sparkles. What do you want your series to be about?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure yet. I just know I want it to probably be fantasy themed and have a nonbinary main character in it. I want to create a show that I would have liked to see growing up, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that. I want to write a novel with an asexual character in it for that same reason.” Virgil says.
“I’ll have to read your book someday then, J.D-lightful. It already sounds like it will have a cool character in it.”
“T-Thanks.” Virgil says, blushing slightly under his vampire makeup, feeling a bit flustered because he’s not used to receiving compliments from people he finds attractive.
Roman giggles, “Are you blushing under all that makeup, Virgil?”
“N-no! I’m not!” Virgil covers his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by his strong reaction. Suddenly, he feels his wrists gently being pulled so his hands don’t cover his face anymore.
“It’s okay if you are blushing, Hot Topic. I don’t mind.” Roman says softly to him, his eyes shining slightly in the moonlight.
Virgil stares back at Roman, feeling more flustered. Did Roman just imply that they find him hot?!
Suddenly, Roman grabs Virgil by the hand and gently pulls them both up to stand. Then they let go of Virgil’s hand and reach into a pocket in their skirt. Roman pulls out his phone and proceeds to tap around on it until the song, “Calling All the Monsters” by China Anne McClain starts playing.
“Dance with me.” Roman says and he places his phone back in his pocket and offers a hand to Virgil.
“Uh- I’m not the best dancer…” Virgil says nervously. The only dancing he ever did was Just Dance with Patton.
“That’s okay. You can just dance however you want to. Feel the music and just have fun! It will also just be us out here, if that makes you feel a bit more comfortable.”
Virgil takes a calming breath before taking Roman’s hand and letting the fairy lead him in a dance. They sway and spin each other around, almost tripping a few times, but laugh about it together. Virgil never thought he’d ever feel this at ease at a party before now. Roman truly is magical.
When the song comes to an end, Virgil finds himself being dipped by Roman despite the fairy being shorter than him. The two stare into each other’s eyes and it feels like the entire world is just them. Once Virgil is standing again he finds himself leaning his face closer to Roman’s face. Roman leans closer too, and the next thing Virgil knows, the two of them are sharing a kiss. Roman’s lips are soft and taste like vanilla. Virgil wonders if they put on vanilla chapstick before the party. When the two pull away from the kiss, they stare at each other softly.
“You’re a good kisser. And you were a pretty good dancer.” Roman says with a grin on his face, blushing slightly.
“Same goes for you, Sparkles.” Virgil says, happy and surprised that this is going so well. He usually is awful at romantic interactions. He should probably ask Roman on a date now. Yeah, that’s the right next step. Before he can get to asking that though Roman speaks up.
“So you wanna go on a date sometime, Hot Topic?”
“Yes! I mean, yeah, sure.” Virgil coughs to clear his throat afterwards, feeling embarrassed over how excited and loud his first response was.”
Roman giggles and once Virgil is calm again the fairy glances at Virgil’s lips again, asking for permission. Virgil smiles and leans down to kiss Roman again. He can get used to this.
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End Notes: Thanks for reading! If you liked this fanfic, please consider leaving a like, reblog, and/or a comment. I wrote this randomly and didn’t spend a lot of time proofreading, but I hope it’s still a fun read.
-Monkey💜
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AO3 Link to this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59735275
#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides au#sanders sides college au#roman sanders#virgil sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#patton and remus are only mentioned though#prinxiety#roman x virgil#virgil x roman#intruality#remus x patton#patton x remus#background intruality#nonbinary roman sanders#asexual virgil sanders
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Roman: You can do anything! I believe in you!
Virgil: Since when?
Roman: Since Patton yelled at me.
#did I mention I love these nerds?#thomas sanders#sanders sides#roman sanders#ts roman#patton sanders#incorrect sanders sides#ts patton#ts creativity#ts virgil#sanders sides incorrect quotes#virgil sanders#prinxiety#platonic prinxiety#ts prinxiety
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Echoes of 50 Masterlist
Hello everyone! This is a work that's been in the making for a little over 5 months now! I really hope you guys enjoy this, as it is only one of the amazing fics of this year's Big Bang Event hosted at @tss-storytime! As with every big bang event, there's always an artist and I'm so lucky to have worked with @thebestworstidea. The art she did for my story is absolutely phenomenal, so go check her out! ------------ Summary: Logan Sanders had spent his entire life hearing thoughts from everyone around him: strangers, family, friends, and more. He had learned more about people than he ever wanted to hear, but it became very useful when it came to gaining useful information.
His one goal in life? Find out what the government filled to the brim with powerless people has in store for him and the rest of the population with powers and stop it from happening.
Which was why it was even weirder when he had run into the prettiest man he had ever seen who just so happened to have the answers he might have been searching for. Unfortunately for him and for some frustratingly unknown reason, Patton Morris was immune to his telepathy.
The worst part? This cute guy seemed to be completely opposed against the government just as much as he was. Now it was up to him to decide if Patton was telling the truth and if Logan was to trust him in his crazy plans to try and overthrow the government. ------------
Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Thomas, Emilie, Remy, Unsympathetic!Joan, Unsympathetic!Talyn, Unsympathetic!Orange Side, Unsympathetic!Friends_of_Thomas
Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality), Background Roman/Virgil (Prinxiety), Background Remus/Janus (Dukeceit), Hidden Remy/Emilie (Remilie)
Word Count: 55,210
Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death, Medical Trauma, Experimentation, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Abuse, Manipulation, Neglect
Content Warnings: Food, Swearing, Fighting
Art by @thebestworstidea
Read it at archiveofourown (click the underlined)!
<Prologue>
<Chapter 1>
<Chapter 2>
<Chapter 3>
<Chapter 4>
<Chapter 5>
<Chapter 6>
<Chapter 7>
<Chapter 8>
<Chapter 9>
<Chapter 10>
<Chapter 11>
<Chapter 12>
<Epilogue>
#wolfprincesszola#echoes of 50#masterlist#cw swearing#sanders sides fics#sanders sides#thomas sanders#thomas and friends#virgil sanders#roman sanders#logan sanders#remus sanders#patton sanders#janus sanders#orange side#logicality#demus#prinxiety#remilie#tw major character death#tw mention of abuse#tw medical trauma#tw experimentation#tw panic attacks#tw emotional trauma#tw abuse#tw manipulation#tw neglect#cw fighting#cw food
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Marks and Rec: Misc #2496
Come on, man. (Dialogue from Avenue 5.)
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#roman sanders#thomas sanders#incorrect quotes#marks and rec misc#prinxiety#anxiety sanders#princey sanders#source: avenue 5#death mention
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A Misunderstanding
Word Count: 2741 (Ao3)
Rating: T+
Characters: Remus, Roman, Virgil
Relationships: Dukexiety, Creativitwins, platonic prinxiety
Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, mild gore, innuendo, panic attacks, remus angst
Remus is convinced that Virgil hates him. Roman is tired of hearing about it, and gets to the bottom of things. And Virgil, well he's been desperate to keep a secret for a while, but he might be willing to share a little...
(Inspired by this post before it flew off the rails)
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Anxiety. That was Virgil’s specialty, whether he was feeling it or causing it in others. So naturally it made sense that Remus would feel anxious about Virgil at least sometimes.
Roman, however, could not afford to handle Remus' personal woes while he was trying to work. The flood of all the horrible ways Virgil could kill him or abandon him was far too much for one prince.
“Stop lurking and tell me what you expect me to do about this—I can only listen to your rambling for so long!” he huffed and set his quill in the inkwell on his desk. He then spun to face his bed with the taste of strawberries ghosting over his taste buds.
“I don't know!” Remus whined and appeared, flopping on the royal sheets, “I'm not trying to think about how he hates me! If I were, you know I'd be thinking about his ass too!”
“He does have an impressive posterior,” Roman mused before shaking off any of his own lewd imaginings. If Remus could project his thoughts, there was a chance Roman could too.
“Exactly! Which is how you know l’m not trying to think this stuff!” Remus groaned and rolled on his back.
“Why are you thinking these things? Surely there's some root cause,” Roman sighed.
“Probably because I scared him really bad a couple years ago. I didn't think it was scary, I just thought it was funny to see how grossed out my fun ideas made everyone.”
“You were obnoxious back then—I still have nightmares about the talent leeches crawling in my ears!”
“I'm still obnoxious!” Remus laughed and sat up, “I wish that was the reason he hates me instead!”
Roman blinked owlishly at him. As the romantic side, he could always tell when someone had strong feelings for someone. He could practically taste the palpable energies in the air. Virgil’s hatred was akin to old gas station coffee, and he used to think he was the one who made that taste the strongest, at least until he saw Virgil interacting with Janus. Not even once did he get that taste when Virgil interacted with Remus.
“You think he hates you?”
“Duh! You didn't see his face when I shared my brilliant idea!” Remus pouted.
“What was the idea?”
“Basically me getting wrapped up in a spider web and then getting sliced into cute little duke chops when the webs got too tight. Oh! And then a giant spider ate me! It was so ridiculously cartoonish, I figured it wouldn't be too bad! There wasn't even any blood!”
“And you think that—out of all of the horrors you've shared—that is what he hates you for?”
“Well I don't share them willingly anymore, so yes, and I don't make it any better! I try to keep it in and it doesn't work!”
“You actually try to keep those thoughts to yourself?” Roman scoffed incredulously and rose from his chair. His script would have to wait, and soon, so would Remus.
“You might not believe it because I share with you all the time, but you can poke around in here whenever you want, so I have no problem putting it out there!” Remus retorted and sat up.
“Then let me poke around before my appointment shows up,” Roman said and sat next to him.
“You might not like what you find!” Remus teased but let Roman grab his hand. They immediately fell into a trance.
Sifting through his brother's cluttered mind was often a challenge for Roman, but the memory he wanted was at the top of Remus' mind. Once he found it, he could see everything.
He found himself looking through Remus' eyes in the common area. He was hiding behind the couch, waiting to strike. Roman could taste Red Bull Blue Edition in the air. He knew that taste was Virgil's platonic appreciation. So he was nearby.
Remus screeched and jumped from his hiding spot, startling Virgil so badly that he leapt back into the wall.
“Dude what the fuck?!” Virgil yelped, his voice distorted by the memory.
“Check this out!” Remus laughed and projected his intrusive thoughts onto Virgil. Roman opted to avoid that part of the memory. The description was more than enough.
Remus was cackling like a hyena as he released some of his stress. Roman could see the horror taking over Virgil’s face, the blanched skin, the wide eyes, the obvious jump in his heart rate showing in his neck.
But the taste that he got was far from Red Bull Blue Edition or old gas station coffee. Roman swore it was Monster energy drink. And it became stronger as Remus' laughter died down.
Remus couldn't taste it, all he could see was the horror etched onto Virgil’s face. This poor idiot had no idea.
Roman came out of his trance and let go of his brother’s hand. Remus looked miserable, slouching and more tired than a moment before.
“I have to go,” Remus sighed, “I have to feed Winnie, Sarah, and Mary.” Roman said nothing as he sank out. If he needed some time alone, Roman could respect that.
Plus he was going to ask Remus if leave. He was expecting company.
And who should show up at that exact moment?
Roman could taste Red Bull Blue Edition before there was a knock on his door. That was Virgil, of course. He skipped over to let his guest in for their movie night.
“Ah, Virgil, come in!” he said as he opened the door. Virgil was just standing there with his hands in his hoodie pockets.
“Is it just you in there?” Virgil asked and stared through Roman, daring him to lie.
“Yes, Remus just left.”
Virgil tensed but followed Roman inside, sitting on his bed. He was uncomfortable, more so than usual, as he watched Roman set up the TV.
“How can you stand having him in your room?” Virgil finally asked, with as much bitterness as he could muster. Roman swore he tasted Monster.
“He barges in so often I got used to it. As long as he doesn't make a mess it's manageable,” he shrugged, “It's just what brothers do.”
“But what if he does that thing with your thoughts?” Virgil persisted. Roman glanced over his shoulder and studied Virgil. The man was chewing his thumbnail and curled into himself. Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue, since he and Remus kept their connection a secret.
“Well, if it's on purpose, we fight. A proper duel. He can't always help himself from projecting his thoughts onto others.”
Virgil stared at him for a moment, processing his words. Roman finished setting up, oblivious to his confusion. Only when he sat beside his guest did he see that they weren't on the same page.
“No I meant when he reads your mind and forces you to confront it,” Virgil muttered shyly as the opening credits to Alice in Wonderland played.
“Remus can't read minds, Virgil. He can't literally get into your head and mess around.”
Virgil shifted uncomfortably and stared at the screen. Roman knew he was thinking hard about something, something about Remus.
Roman knew better than to interrupt Virgil’s musings, at least not when he was calm. And he had to watch his movie!
It was just after Alice got away from the caterpillar that either one spoke.
“Do you hate him?” Roman asked Virgil, pulling him from his trance.
“What?”
“Do you hate Remus?” he repeated, already aware that Virgil didn't.
“No? You know what my hate looks like.”
“Then you avoid him because you think he can read your mind?”
“Exactly. He did it before and I don't want him to do it again.”
“Virgil, he cannot read your mind. Remus has no idea what you're thinking. In fact, he is convinced that you hate him.”
“But I don't. I don't hate Remus,” Virgil huffed and curled into himself.
Roman could taste a hint of Monster in the air. He could see the faint blush under that white foundation. And then it clicked like a dislocated bone getting reset.
“Then tell him that. I can tell when someone is in love or loathing and he doesn't believe me!” Roman groaned and flopped on his back.
EEP
Roman let out a manly squeal and Virgil yanked him up by the shirt collar.
“What did you tell him?!” Virgil barked, his eye shadow turning as black as pitch and his eyes blazing with rage.
“That you don't hate him!” Roman retorted and pushed him away, “I know what your hate tastes like and I know you don't hate him! What more is there to tell?”
Virgil let go of his shirt and blanched.
“You like him,” Roman muttered, “Don't you?”
Virgil stayed silent and unnervingly still.
“I swear on my beloved sword that I won't tell anyone, and I won't tell anyone if you decide to clarify.”
“I—uh—” Virgil hesitated and squirmed towards the edge of the bed, ready to make a quick escape.
“You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to,” Roman added.
“I like him, a lot. And that's terrifying.”
“It is. But it can be exhilarating if you give it a chance,” Roman agreed, “As long as you don't let that fear control you.”
Virgil visibly relaxed and shook his head.
“So he can't read my mind, and he thinks I hate him. Fuck, I have to be the one to fix it.”
“Should I pause the movie and we finish it next week?” Roman suggested, all too aware that this would eat away at Virgil for a while.
“Yeah. I'll talk to him soon, after I—” his spine went rigid and his irises flashed violet, “—shit.”
Roman watched him vanish in a puff of wispy black smoke. Someone was having a rather anxious time and Roman would not get in the way of Anxiety stepping in before it got bad.
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Remus kept his room clean and orderly because he couldn't do the same with his head. But as he lay on his bed, Remus couldn't stop the chaos from leaking out.
The misty figures flitting in and out of sight were agony incarnate. Dozens of his own corpses littered the floor and reanimated themselves to play back their gruesome deaths over and over. And then causes were all the same, even if the methods weren't—different versions of Virgil, pissed off and sickeningly satisfied with the bloodshed.
Remus curled into a fetal position and squeezed his eyes shut. He could still see everything that was happening. He couldn't escape.
Why did Roman have to look at that memory? It was like pulling a cork on a sinking boat, and Remus was drowning.
Virgil hated him. It was all his own fault! He had to live with that while his heart yearned for that edgy snack. Was he so vile and fucked up that the universe wanted him to suffer? Wasn't it enough that he lost his best friend? Why did his chaotic ass have to catch feelings for the one person who despised him?
If Virgil knew, there was no doubt in Remus' mind, that he would torture Remus and kill him, without any of the fun stuff.
Remus trembled as the visions and thoughts got louder, clearer. He was gasping for breath, praying for his heart to slow enough for him to sleep through these waking night terrors.
“This doesn't look like the BDSM you're into.”
Remus' eyes shot open. That voice couldn't be real but he knew it wasn't imaginary.
Virgil, the real Virgil, was approaching him, walking through the mist and clearing it like some sort of fallen angel.
Remus swore he hadn't been crying before Virgil arrived and yet his cheeks were wet. Did he accidentally summon him with his own anxiety?
“Hey,” Virgil said and knelt by him, “You're okay, you're safe.” Remus sniffled as Virgil thumbed away his tears.
“You don't have to stay,” he muttered and closed his eyes. Virgil could leave and bleach his mind to forget everything he saw. And he wouldn't have any excuse to enjoy Remus' suffering with that escape.
“I want to,” Virgil said softly, “Let's get you calmed down, alright?”
Remus dared look at him, expecting all the smugness in the world to be plastered on that face. He was surprised to see the apologetic half-smile and worried brow framing those tired, sad eyes.
“Just breathe with me, follow my lead.*
Remus followed Virgil's steady rhythm. In and out, like the tides. His visions faded, even if they didn't disappear. The screams and agonized wails quieted, though they weren't snuffed out.
“That's it, you're doing good,” Virgil hummed and placed a hand on the duke’s side.
“Why—Why are you being so nice to me?” Remus hiccuped.
“Because you're having a panic attack,” Virgil said softly, “And I'm tired of running.”
“What?”
“I’m tired of running. And Roman told me something that made it easier to stop.”’
“What did he tell you? That I'm pathetic enough to beat down without poisoning you?” Remus sighed. He was too exhausted to bring back his bubbly attitude. He was doing his best to keep from getting gruesome, if only so he wouldn't fall back into panic.
“No, he might be that mean to your face, but he's not that cruel,” Virgil sighed and gently rubbed Remus' side.
“He told me you can't read minds.”
“You thought I could read minds?” Remus gawked, “What gave you that idea?”
Virgil took a deep breath and swallowed his fears. Remus deserved to know the truth, or at least part of it.
“Do you remember a few years ago, when you jumped out and tried to scare me? I thought you got in my head and pulled out one of my darker thoughts,” Virgil admitted shyly, “I was surprised when you started laughing at the sight of your fileted body. I was scared that you could invade my mind.”
Remus sat up and stared at Virgil.
“You don't hate me?” he gawked.
Virgil shook his head and sat next to him. Remus' heart thundered in his chest. Virgil never got this close before, and Remus couldn't be sure if this reaction was based off his feelings or the simple fact that Virgil was anxiety.
“Believe it or not, I can't hate you. You're the only person I know who isn't scared of my thoughts. You might be annoying sometimes and I get frustrated but I don't hate you.”
“Does that mean you like me?” Remus asked and leaned on his shoulder.
“It doesn't mean that, but I like you,” Virgil admitted and wrapped an arm around him, “You’re exhausted.”
“Mhm,” Remus nodded and closed his eyes, “Panicking makes me tired. How do you do it?”
“I’m always tired,” he shrugged, “If you need to sleep I won't stop you.”
“Can you stay with me? If I have a really bad dream I might drag you back anyway,” Remus muttered, already fading.
Virgil smiled to himself and coaxed Remus to lie down again. He relaxed beside the tired menace and ran a hand through his skunky hair.
“I'll be right here, Reek.”
Remus giggled and hugged him, nuzzling his chest. This imp knew just how to keep him on edge! But this time, Virgil didn't mind.
“I’m snuggling a Scare Bear!” he cooed, half aware of what he was saying, “You’re warm and comfy when you're not trying to kill me for crushing.”
Virgil knew his eye shadow was sparkling purple even if he couldn't see it. Remus certainly couldn't, not when he was drifting off so peacefully.
Virgil was almost sad Remus couldn't read his mind, at least in that moment. He had so many things jumbled in his head that he couldn't put into words. He was too elated to think, too overwhelmed to leave and scream into a pillow like some lovesick teenager.
So instead, Virgil pressed his lips to Remus' forehead and pulled him closer. He could tell Remus the whole truth when they woke up.
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Not long after the pair fell asleep in each other's arms, Roman decided to check in on his brother.
He rose up and instantly gagged at the horrible flavor assaulting him. Cocktail sauce and Monster. The poor prince got one look at the sleeping gremlins and sank out.
There wasn't enough mouthwash in the world to cleanse his pallet!
#sanders sides#virgil sanders#remus sanders#roman sanders#dukexiety#creativitwins#platonic prinxiety#intrusive thoughts tw#gore mention tw#remus angst#panic attack tw#sex mention tw#sandyscribed
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If I Could Just Kiss You
No it is not almost 4 am now where I live shut up /j /s
Ships: Prinxiety and Dukexiety (Roman and Remus both date Virgil and are fine with it)
Want to make it very clear, Virgil thought Remus was a boy until it introduced himself.
Angst/Fluff, mostly fluff though
CWs: transphobia, accidental misgendering, deadnaming, death mentions(no actual death, I swear), self-deprecation, tell me if I missed any!
Words: 5080
Feel free to spam my inbox with questions about this au
Taglist: @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @starlocked01 Please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed!
Virgil didn’t know what to do. Storm didn’t know what to do because storm liked these two boys. And they were siblings. And Virgil knew that they wouldn’t like storm back, because who would? Storm was self-deprecating, small, and honestly not that attractive. At least not in storm’s eyes. Virgil had weird eyes too, and who would want a freak like storm, with storm’s weird mismatched eyes. One of them a deep purple and the other a bright green. Plus storm’s clothing choices were questionable to most. Most of the time storm wore a black with purple patches hoodie, along with an oversized Fall Out Boys T-shirt, with black jeans. The most expensive thing storm wore were storm’s Doc Martins, although storm had some more expensive shoes at home. Shoes were the one thing storm ever splurged on, because Virgil couldn’t design or make shoes. Storm could hand sew some clothing. Specializing in skirts, but storm was getting better at making dresses, shirts, and pants as well. Also storm loved hand sewing, as it was calming and took up time. Storm was also decent at painting abstract art, and somewhat good at drawing humanesque figures on storm’s computer. So maybe Virgil wasn’t actually useless, storm just thought that way because of past incidents, but let’s not wander there yet. As Virgil was circling into storm’s own thoughts of panic, storm saw movement out of the corner of storm’s eye. Virgil freaked out for a moment, before remembering storm was at the local coffee shop, and there was going to be some movement. It did not help storm’s panic, however, when storm saw who walked in. It was the two siblings. And their friends. And oh, Virgil was so screwed if they saw storm. So so very screwed. Mainly because none of them know Virgil’s actual name, just storm’s deadname, because of course storm’s job at the local college wouldn’t let storm change storm’s name! And storm is so used to not being deadnamed or misgendered here. Just wearing different wristbands to denote the gender that storm was for that day, if storm could pinpoint it down. After all being genderfluid wasn’t easy sometimes. Also now, whenever Remy’s shift ended, Virgil would have to be very careful not to mention either crush’s name because they were here. And by the looks of everyone’s bags, they were here for a while. So Virgil hid behind storm’s computer screen, and did storm’s best not to draw attention to stormself. But eventually…
“Hey, bitch! I’m off my shift!” Remy shouted for the whole cafe to hear. A few of the regular customer’s chuckled, but the table that the two siblings and their posse had sat at all looked confused for a second, and Virgil could feel the heat rush to storm’s cheeks. Storm was not ready to come out to any of those five over there yet. Thankfully Remy’s partner, Emile, walked in just at that moment. Virgil looked at their necklace, and it was pink. Meaning they were a girl today, but storm would wait until storm could see their pronoun pins before using she/her for them.
“Love, what did we say about cursing right after you got off shift?”
“Too wait five minutes before doing so… but, like, hon-”
“Nope, you almost got fired last time you called Virgil a bitch right after you got off of your shift, and we can’t afford to live off of one income in this economy.” Emile stated. And now Virgil could die, because both of them were about to sit at storm’s table, after just calling storm by storm’s preferred name. In front of storm’s crushes who did not know storm’s preferred name. Which, to be fair to Remy and Emile, Virgil was out pretty much everywhere except for storm’s job. Which didn’t allow storm to be out and storm thought that was stupid. But storm couldn’t afford to live based on just commissions and sponsorships alone just yet, so they had to deal with it. Either way, Virgil had been kind of hoping to tell the siblings on storm’s own, without being accidentally outed to them. And, oh great, all of them were paying attention to Remy and Emile now. Who had just kissed, and were walking over to Virgil right now. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! What do I do. Virgil’s heart started pounding, and it was getting harder for storm to breathe, and then storm was shocked and sucking in a huge breath of air after storm felt something cold against storm’s skin.
“Hun, you good, you haven’t freaked out like that here for a while.” Remy’s voice was full of concern. And Virgil nearly cried. Storm had had a panic attack in front of storm’s two crushes. In front of people that constantly talked to storm at the college. Storm was so very fucked if they recognized him.
“I’m fine,” Virgil croaked out, well at least storm’s voice wouldn’t be recognizable, “can we talk about it later?”
“Yeah of course, whatever you need.” Emile said, and Virgil could see their pronoun pins now. So she is using she/her today, good to know.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you two about it later,” Virgil whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear storm. Both of storm’s friends nodded, and storm breathed out a sigh of relief. However before storm could go back to drawing, storm heard a gasp from the table that storm’s crushes were sitting at.
“You’re the person who works at the college right? The one who helps with art and english papers!” Excitement seeping out of this individual’s voice. Virgil looked over, and it was Patton. The guy who storm had helped with an english paper and art assignment. Although the english paper was what storm was payed to do. Patton had chestnut brown eyes, with brown hair to match. If Virgil had remembered correctly something Patton had said, he was from Papua New Guinea. So english hadn’t been his first language, as his parents taught him some other language, Virgil couldn’t remember what it was called, but storm thought it was cool that Patton knew another language. Sometimes storm wished that storm had payed more attention in spanish class. Mainly having taken it because storm’s family was from Mexico, and neither Virgil nor storm’s mother had been taught the language. Either way, now everyone at that table was looking over at storm. And now Virgil was officially screwed. What was storm supposed to do, hide under the table and never get up again. Then Patton spoke up again, “Although I thought you went by a different name? Something like-”
“Er, that’s only my name at the college, I don’t use it anywhere else.” Virgil interrupted, not feeling like getting deadnamed today. And now Roman was looking at storm, and Virgil felt like maybe storm should prepare some lines in storm’s head just in case Roman said something. Although he shouldn’t, after all his sibling, who’s older by one year is nonbinary.
“Ah, then what is your name? And pronouns if you don’t mind me asking.” And oh, Roman’s voice was sweet as honey, and Virgil could swim in it all day. Ah, storm could feel storm’s ears starting to heat up.
“Er, the name I like to use is Virgil, and my pronouns change all the time, but storm/storms pronouns always work,” Virgil’s voice was hoarse, and still a bit scratchy from the panic attack that storm had just had. And before storm could say anything else, Remus spoke up.
“Oh you use neos too! That’s so cool, you know meeting another person who uses neopronouns is like meeting a celebrity from that famous horror movie, Monstruo de la Noche.” The way Remus’s voice sounded like an old, scratchy record, but in a good way, just made Virgil want to melt. Although Virgil didn’t really like horror movies in most aspects, storm would love to watch a horror movie with Remus.
“Er yeah, before I forget to ask what are all your names and pronouns?” And oh no, storm’s voice was no longer scratchy, and while storm liked it on some days, other days it felt way to feminine. Virgil sometimes wished storm had a voice modifier on them, but then again storm was working on speaking more masculinely, it was just a lot of practice. Sometimes Virgil got sick of practicing, just wishing storm could flip a switch and storm’s voice would be deep. And honestly-
“Well you already know who I am kiddo, but I’ll introduce myself again in case you forgot, you do help a lot of people throughout the college. I’m Patton, 23 years old, and he/him and they/them pronouns for me!” Virgil was roughly jarred from storm’s thoughts by the loud voice, although it was a welcome distraction from where storm’s mind was taking storm. Then the person who was sitting across from Patton spoke up.
“My name is Logan, and please use he/him pronouns when it comes to addressing me.” Logan seemed analytical and smart, based on his body language and tone of voice. He had slightly tanned skin and was wearing glasses, a suit, and a tie. Virgil could’ve sworn he was the person who tutored students in the math lab, now that storm though of it. Before he could analyze too much, Remus spoke up.
“Well you already know my name, but my pronouns are he/him and it/its.” Remus looked like it was about to jump on the table with how excited he was.
“The name’s Janus,” a silky smooth voice said next, “although I believe you already knew that, my pronouns however have changed since we last talked. I use they/them and fae/faer pronouns now.” And Janus was right, Virgil had known faer name. Storm had known them in elementary school. They had been the best of friends, but after the incident, Virgil and Janus had grown apart. Storm still felt guilty about the scar that encompassed half of Janus’s face. However, before Virgil could say anything, Janus cut in again. “Just so you know, it wasn’t your fault,” and Virgil felt even more guilty now. Why, storm didn’t know, but now everything felt awkward. The tension in the room was really thick, and storm could tell that everyone else at that table was confused as to what was going on.
“Ah, before I forget to introduce myself to a such a lovely person, my name is Roman and my pronouns are he/him.” Roman announced flamboyantly, and oh, was Virgil head over heels for this guy. Maybe a little too much.
“Right, well it was nice meeting you all…” Virgil trailed off, not sure of what to say. Storm was really bad at socializing, having taken forever to warm up to Remy. Although storm was pretty sure it was because of the incident, but again, storm never liked to think about that. Thankfully Remus stepped in.
“Soo, what’s a school tutor doing at this coffee shop? Oooh, is this where you come to complain about the last minute papers all the students submit,” Virgil did not miss the playful look it gave its brother.
“Err, not quite, this is where I go to draw and do my online courses,” Virgil stated, not sure where to go from here. Thankfully someone else did.
“And storm def comes here to vent about what the english class kids do too, don’t you hun?” Remy snickered, nevermind, Virgil was suddenly reminded of why storm hated Remy now.
“Only a little!” Storm defended, which only got Remy and Emile to snicker as well as a few eyebrow raises from the other table. Before the conversation could go any further, Remy introduced themself.
“Sup you five, I’m Remy, and I use they/them pronouns, and this here is my partner-”
“Hi! I’m Emile, my pronouns also change all the time, like Virgil’s, currently I use she/her, but if you’re ever unsure of what to use, they/them is always okay!”
“Ah, if it wouldn’t terribly bother you three-” Roman started, before Remus interrupted, saying,
“We could totally blow your party! And cafe, into smithereens!” And Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that, before remembering that they brought bags in, and storm caught Roman give a playful glare to his sibling.
“Uh…” Not a good idea, not a good idea, not a good idea, “sure, I don’t have a problem with it, Remy, Emile?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!”
“You need more friends anyways hun.”
“Remy! Be nice!”
Virgil heard Janus chuckle a bit, which was either very good or very bad. Storm’s brain started screaming at storm, thinking it was an absolutely horrible idea to do this, so before anyone could get any further with conversation, Virgil went and sabatoged stormself. “But, before you decide to join us, don’t you have schoolwork to do? With your bags and all?”
“Ah, but lovely Virgil, we have been working on schoolwork for the three hours that we’ve been here! It’s only fair that we catch a break to chat with an engaging individual such as yourself!” And Roman flashed storm that smile that storm loved so much, with slightly crooked, very slightly tinted yellow teeth, which meant they were healthy, as they weren’t an obvious yellow, but subtle enough for someone to tell they weren’t pure white, (don’t ask Virgil why storm knew the proper color healthy teeth were supposed to be). Sure, Virgil knew that he probably flashed that smile at everyone he met, but he certainly didn’t call everyone he met lovely, did he? Maybe he did, how was Virgil supposed to know, anyways Roman had a point. Strictly studying is bad for people. And Virgil knew that because storm had burnt stormself out by doing that.
“Ah, alright, just didn’t want get in the way of studying, y’know?” And oh, the way all of them beamed at storm made Virgil want to never leave this moment of feeling wanted.
After about three hours of all of them sitting and talking, the cafe closed, and Virgil got all of their numbers. And maybe, when no one was looking, storm put a red heart by Roman’s number and a green one by Remus’s.
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Virgil was back at the college, having just finished working with another student, when Roman, Remus, and their friends walked in. Honestly, she was exhausted, trying her best not to cry everytime one of her coworkers called her by that name.
“Yo, Vee, it’s us from the cafe, remember?” And the way Remus nearly screamed that, honestly made Virgil’s day so much better.
“Yeah, do you need help with something?” Virgil was so professional at storm’s job, she honestly deserved a gold star for not acting like storm was hopelessly in love.
“Actually [Redacted], I’ve got this.” One of Virgil’s coworkers, who had an obvious crush on Roman, said. Virgil could see the way Roman tensed up at her voice.
“Nah, Sally, you’ve got a meeting in fifteen, remember?” Storm was trying not to start a fight, not sure why Roman was so tense around her, but he was, so Virgil was going to do her best to make Roman more comfortable.
“Actually, I was wondering if you could take that appointment-”
“This will be the third time this week, Sally, I’m not doing that. I can do this, plus I believe one of them actually has me scheduled to work with them in the next five minutes.” Which, the last part of that was technically a lie, but Virgil never shared who she was working with with her coworkers. Storm never really liked them anyways. Sally huffed, but ultimately said nothing. As soon as she went back, Virgil led them over to a table that was a little further away from everything else.
“Question, do you want us to call you by the name that Sally used when you’re here, or something else?” Logan asked, which Virgil thought was sweet of him, but what really surprised Virgil was the twins talking over each other.
“Was it okay for me to call you Vee? If it wasn’t-”
“I’ll hit him over the head with my morningstar and bury him and-”
“I’ll let Remus do that to me without fighting back, I hope I didn’t almost out you-” And, oh was it sickeningly sweet how much both of them cared about different things, but Virgil should really cut in before it gets worse.
“Look, it’s fine. I’ve told them my preferred name before, they just don’t really use it. Because it’s not my legal name or whatever.” The way all five of them looked at her, seemingly baffled at what she just said, confused Virgil to no end. “Err, what’s wrong?”
“Why do you work at a job, that consistently deadnames and misgenders you?” Remus asked, concern seeping through its voice.
“Because it pays the bills, and I don’t really have a choice at the moment.” Virgil was a bit unsure as what else to say, she really didn’t have a choice if she wanted to be able to pay for all the necessities. “I am trying to find another job, but right now it’s not plausible,” storm really didn’t know why she felt so defensive.
“Vee,” Roman starts, staring at her softly, “we aren’t judging you, we’re just concerned.” And oh, Virgil hadn’t meant to make eye contact, honestly, it was mostly painful. But if she could stand eye contact, she would look in both the twins emerald green eyes all day and night.
“Ah, sorry-”
“Why are you apologizing? Did my brother said you did anything wrong? No, because you didn’t. He was just clearing up a misunderstanding. But if you want, we can pay you to be our personal tutor’s. How does $20 an hour sound?” And Virgil stilled at that, not sure what to do.
“A-are you sure? That’s a lot of money, especially since tutoring sessions can be long.”
“Look, absolutely no offense to you, but I’d pay you $100 per hour if it meant I never had to deal with Sally again,” Roman said dryly, and oh, was Virgil glad to know that there was no way Roman had even the smallest crush on Sally.
“Okay, um, then yeah, I can tutor you all, do you want to do group or individual sessions?”
“Group for now, and maybe, if any of us have extra money and need help, we can do individual sessions next,” Janus supplied, faer voice sounding uninterested, but Virgil could see the intrigue in their eyes. Virgil nodded, and the next day she sent in storm’s two day notice.
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It had been a few months, Virgil was turning 19 soon, and both of his crushes were 20 and 21 respectively. Still, storm’s feelings for them weren’t going away anytime soon. So he had decided, he would tell both the siblings that he liked them within a week.
“Remy, you just don’t understand! They’re so cute and sweet and kind, and honestly I think this is something amazing that’s happening. If I can just get the guts to ask them out. You don’t understand-”
“Right hun, because I don’t understand how simping for someone else feels,” Remy rolled their eyes, sounding slightly annoyed. “Now where’s the part where you tell them?”
And that’s how Virgil started telling a very long story. “Well, I was gonna tell them on Monday, but when I saw them they were kind of flirting with another guy. And I didn’t know if maybe one or both of them were dating that guy. I found out later that day, that they were just being friendly with him because he’s a cool guy, and flirting is just their dynamic. Which y’know kinda makes me feel jealous a little, and maybe hopeless, because I thought that they might be flirting with me because they like me, but it could just be because that’s our dynamic, and do I really need to ruin our dynamic with my stupid feelings.” Virgil breathed in and out heavily after that. Speaking fast, because the siblings could be at the cafe soon, and Virgil honestly couldn’t risk them finding out before storm was ready. “Then on Tuesday, they were busy studying for a few tests for their english class and overall I was really busy with commissions, and I also knew I wasn’t ready to tell them yet. On Wednesday I meant to tell them after tutoring was done, but then everyone was there, and I don’t know if I want everyone to see me embarrass myself trying to make a love confession, and then a thought occurred to me. What if they thought I was just getting closer to them to get with them? I wasn’t doing that, but what if they thought that. Surely they would hate me, and because they’re friends with everyone else,” Virgil gasped for air mid sentence, looking around the room for any sign of the twins, they weren’t due to show up yet, and were almost always late. But still Virgil couldn’t risk them finding out from storm rambling to Remy. “then everyone else would hate me. Throughout the whole day Thursday, I meant to tell them, but then my mind was all like ‘would they even like you back, and what would you do if they don’t, it would be too awkward to stay friends, wouldn’t it?’ And so I backed out. Cause I’m really scare of ruining my friendship with them becuase I have feelings and they don’t.” Virgil’s speech was slowing down a little bit, but that was only due to the lack of breath that storm was taking in. So he took a few to breathe in and out deeply, and quadruple checked the room to make sure that the twins still weren’t there to continue rambling. “Friday was weird, because I actually almost told them. Roman, Remus, and I were just hanging out at the park, and I got cold, and they both offered me one of their jackets, and honestly how could I say no. And is that a sign they were flirting with me? Anyways, they each handed me a jacket, but before I could say anything, I remembered that I never asked them about their thoughts on polyamory before, and if they would ever, like, share a boyfriend. That sounds weird, but you know what I’m trying to say,” Virgil interrupted stormself again, gasping for breath again because he kept losing all of the oxygen in his lungs due to the fact that storm was trying to get this all out in one go. He caught Remy’s eyebrow raise, and could tell that storms friend was actually invested in whatever was going on in his love life.
“Hun, maybe you should take a few to breathe before continuing.”
“No time Remy, both of them will be here in maybe a few minutes, and I’m confessing to them today, at this cafe. Where I officially got to meet them y’know? Anyways, where was I…”
Remy sighed, knowing they weren’t going to convince Virgil to slow down on his storytelling. “Alright hun, you were at the part where you said you were just thinking about their thoughts on polyamory, and whether or not they’d be fine with you dating both of them.”
“Oh yeah, so that was on Friday, and I didn’t know how to bring it up without sounding weird, so I kept trying different topics of small talk, like, isn’t the sky pretty, kind of small talk. And eventually we got on the topic of polyamory, although I don’t remember how,” Virgil started looking around again, trying to make sure that neither Roman nor Remus were here yet. Thankfully storm didn’t see either of them. It really was a good thing that Remus and its brother were always running late. “And eventually I learned that not only were they fine dating the same person as their other brother, but they both actually have a crush on the same person. And while I know that they probably don’t like me like that, I have to tell them before I can move on y’know? Like I want to be happy for them when they get into a relationship with the person they like. But I can’t do that unless I tell them I like them.”
“Alright babes, I have a few questions. One, how do you know they don’t like you? Yes, you do have to answer that question with actual facts. Two, how do you know that, if the person they like isn’t you, they would get into a relationship with them? And three. How The Fuck do you talk so fast?” Virgil stilled at that, not quite sure how to anwer the questions that storm’s best friend just posed.
“Well, for the first question, I know I’m really self-deprecating, and I’m not that attractive. Plus I’m kind of small for someone my age, and they have said before that dating someone small could be a problem because kissing them would be harder, and so I’d have to be worth the effort for them to bend down and kiss, and honestly Remy, I don’t think I am. Plus if they liked me wouldn’t I have noticed by now?” Virgil gasped and looked around the cafe again for those two. Thankfully, it seemed like they were running late. “As for your second question, who wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with them? They’re cute, sweet, handsome, stunning, smart, adorable, kind, beautiful, pretty, intelligent and despite the sometimes crude subjects that they bring up, both of them are really compassionate, like that time when-”
“I get it hun, they’re cute, kind, and smart. But, no offense, I wouldn’t date them, they aren’t my type. Also, remember not to idolize them, as that’s not healthy for anyone. Like, babes, I’m not saying that they aren’t cute, kind, and smart. I’m saying don’t put them on a pedestal. It gives them hopeless expectations to live up to, and it hurts you when they can’t live up to it. It’s not pretty, remember my relationship before Emile? That’s why it went so sour. Also, please stop putting yourself down like that hun, I get feeling that way, but saying it outloud to yourself makes it worse. I know this from experience.”
Virgil had to stop for a minute, and made a note to also acknowledge the mistakes that the siblings made, instead of only focusing on what they did right. It wasn’t good for anyone for storm not to acknowledge what they did that ticked him off, or was downright wrong. “Alright Remy, I promise not to idolize them, I definitely don’t want what happened to you to happen to me. And I’ll try not to, actually with the paycheck I’m getting from all my new friends, I’ll probably be able to get into therapy, since we’ve discussed that that would be a good thing for me to do too.”
“Now hun, you don’t get to ignore my third question either,” Remy said, before adding, “but it looks like your dates are here, so I’ll take my leave.” Virgil blushed and hissed at them, before turning around and seeing two twins grinning and standing behind where storm’s back used to be.
“So, lovely stormcloud, I heard you wanted to meet us here. Could I ask what this is about?” Roman asked, his voice smooth as silk, and his face held a playful smirk to it.
“U-uh, yeah, just give me a minute, I got sidetracked and need to remember what I was going to say.”
“Well it wasn’t to brutally murder us, but maybe poison? Nah, too many people around, you’d never get away with it, unless…” Remus joked, bouncing on the soles of its feet.
“No, I did not bring you here to murder you. Neither of you have made my hitlist, yet…” Virgil trailed off trying to sound ominous. Although it definitely helped that storm had been getting better at making his voice deeper.
“Oh? What do we have to do to make it on their?” Remus was entirely too excited for being told that it could end up being on a hitlist.
“Uh, haven’t figured that out yet?”
“Oh, that’s kind of sad, I wanted to be first on your hitlist!” Virgil couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, before remembering why storm had brought those to here.
“Err, there’s something th-that I h-have to t-tell you, a-and,” Virgil was having trouble breathing all of a sudden. And storm’s hands were really clammy now, and this was a stupid idea, there’s no way they’ll ever like you back, what are you doing!
And then he felt something cold against storm’s neck. “Stormcloud, I know you want to tell us something, but if you’re not ready we can just hang out and chill. Don’t force yourself to do something you’re not ready for.”
“Yeah, how are we supposed to fill Roman’s shampoo with sickly green hair dye, if you’re panicking.” Roman rolled his eyes, but smiled a little when Virgil snorted a little at that. If you’re gonna do it, do it now before you back out coward!
“I- just- there’s something I need to say, and if I could just kiss you…” Virgil eventually managed to get out, storm’s eyes scared of rejection from either of the two siblings, but willing to risk everything because these feelings were too much for storm. Both Roman and Remus looked at eachother, before Roman walked over to Virgil. And despite Virgil wearing two inch platforms, he was still smaller than both of them, and it showed. Because when Roman got close to storm, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a little small considering with the platforms he stood at 5’4. And Remus and Roman were both 5’8
“All you had to do was ask, stormcloud.”
“Also we kind of figured you liked us both,” Remus said as it started to walk behind Virgil, and eventually wrapping his arms around storm. “You weren’t good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell us without feeling pressured.” After that Roman lifted Virgil’s chin up with two fingers and kissed him softly and sweetly. Then, after Roman was done kissing him, Remus turned Virgil around and kissed him roughly and passionately.
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Hey guys, do you remember this post i made about an AU were Thomas is Batman and his sides are Batman villain: https://www.tumblr.com/beetlewine-art/710102337156530176/okay-listen-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-a?source=share
Well, i mentioned that i also wanted to make a post about the sides as Spiderman villains, so here is what i have so far:
Those are my takes, i want to clarify that i'm putting Virgil as Spiderman, mostly because i think it fits him too well. Also, i wasn't happy with making him any of the villains, i thought of making him Electro but i decided it didn't match well outside of the electric aesthetic. So far i think they all match pretty well, specialy Remus as Mysterio, i thought of switching Remus with Janus, but i am not sure. I feel like Remus could be an amazing villain if he had Mysterio's powers and the outfit just fits so nicely.
Roman is not in the post because, if i am honest, i have no idea of what villain he could be. I just can't make my mind about him, the only one that i can think about is Mysterio, but I already made Remus Mysterio and i don't want to repeat it. So, i am taking suggestion about wich villain would fit Roman the best, because at this point, my shipper side and my funny side is thinking about Roman being either one of this two:
Neither of them fit, but i'm a prinxiety shipper so in my mind it makes sense the Black Cat one. And for Carnage... Well, they both red, to be honest, it would be more about Roman having a Symbiote more than him being Carnage. So if anyone has more suggestions, i'm listening. (Might as well just make him MJ)
Also, about the Batman AU: I think i'm going to change some things, don't worry, Bane!Patton and Scarecrow!Virgil are staying, Remus is also staying the same most likely. I thought of changing him and instead of making him the Joker, i could make him "The Creeper" but aparently Creeper is not actualy a Batman Villain (i need to investigate more about him) and every Batman needs a Joker, so i think Remus is staying as the Joker. Logan and Janus are going to change, Logan is most likely going to replace Janus as Riddler and Janus is either going to be Two-Face or Pinguin, mixed a little with Killer Croc.
I'm, again, not sure about Roman. I want to keep i'm as The Music Meister but i also got some very cool suggestion from @donttellthemangosiwashere about making him Clayface or Babydoll and now i can't unsee it (Calendar Girl is good option too). I'll see what i do with him.
Tag list: @maze-arts @roman-can-gay @dorkyduckling16 @emomightmareace @full-of-roman-angst-trash @pyros-random-thoughts @skeleton-obsessed-idiot
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Roman : If you don’t stop talking right now, I’m gonna jump out of that window!
Virgil : …We’re on the first floor.
Roman : I know, but I want a dramatic exit!
#incorrect quote#sanders sides#sanders sides incorrect quotes#virgil sanders#roman sanders#prinxiety#its so them#tw : mentions of jumping out of a window#??
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Violets & Shy Gladioli
I was going to write this a long while ago, but I forgot. Whoops. So yeah, here's the nerdy!Roman & skater!Virgil oneshot thingy. It's more of a crackfic/drabble. Not something very serious but still fun to write!
EDIT: whoops, not a drabble. It got plot now. This turned into something else, my bad. Hurt/comfort alert. If y'all want a part two or something, just put in an ask.
{@goldnskyart hey, hey you. Yes, you. I did a thing. I hope you like the thing.}
Prompt: here (from @goldnskyart)
Pairings: romantic Prinxiety, platonic Dukeceit, Creativitwins
Trigger/Content Warning: borderline stalking? (kind of??), sexual commentary, very brief mention of vague past trauma, bullying, panic attack, slur (twice very briefly; censored at my own discretion), brief dissociation, murder threats (towards the bullies)
Description: Virgil is a skater at the local skatepark. He notices he has a lil nerd watching him.
Extra: Human AU, Highschool AU; set in goldnskyart's Skateboards & Jam AU; idk romance works, so it'll be kind of bad. I've never written a kiss scene before, so prepare for sappy cringe.
[Masterlist] | ao3 link
[Read under the cut]
Roman is so unbelievably gay, like holy sh*t. Holy sh*t. He is so helpless.
Why must boys be so attractive?
At least, that's the reason he settles on as he watches a specific boy from behind a tree. It's at the local skatepark, where all the shakers and troublemakers tend to hang out. There are benches and a small playground nearby. The whole place is surrounded by oak trees and flowers. It almost feels like you're in another world there, but the sound of cars from the nearby road kind of ruins that.
It's very beautiful, oh indeed it is, and Roman is certain that the boy on his mind just makes it even prettier. Cause this skater boy is very pretty, and funny and kind- and oh, does Roman have it bad.
So yeah, there he is, watching the boy of his dreams from behind a tree near the skatepark.
No, it's not stalking- okay, it's close, but he promises that's not what it is. He's just nervous, okay? He's even tried talking to him at school, but it always ends with unintentional bickering and insulting jabs at each other. He hates how his nerves mess with his ability to function around boys. That, and the gay panic every time he sees him.
Virgil Cleome, a perfect array of purple jackets and snide smirks.
A skilled skater, by highschool standards. A baseball hat put on backwards in a cool fashion, a purple-patched jacket always on his shoulders, the one person who can wear eyeshadow under his eyes and make Roman fluster just from that. His eyes- oh, his eyes- are a heterochromic beauty. One dark green, the other something close to hazel or purple. Roman doesn't know if you could have a purple iris, but Virgil's is damn well close enough.
God, when he concentrates on something? When he's focused? Yeah, Roman could just die at that cute face he makes. The classic tongue-slightly-stuck-out. He also does this thing where he scrunches his nose up. Like, when he doesn't like something or when he's confused in a mocking kind of way. It's just- ugh. How dare he be so f*cking attractive and funny. And have you heard his laugh? Roman heard it once in passing, and he couldn't function for almost five gay minutes because of it. Like, holy hell. Jesus.
Like I said, Roman is helpless.
He feels like Eliza when he's around Virgil, and he wants him to be his Alexander.
So yeah. He's got it bad. He is entirely hopeless.
And that's why he hides behind a tree, watching his seemingly unrequited love have fun at the skatepark.
It's not like he ever notices, right?
...right?
~~~
Virgil definitely notices every time he's being watched by the cute nerd, too shy to actually approach him.
The fact that it's Roman kind of confuses him, since almost all their interactions are borderline hostile on a good day. At least, that's how it feels. Perhaps it's a rivalry, of sorts. Just bickering, insults, and weird nicknames that could pass off as pet names if you were an innocent bystander. But they aren't pet names, okay? Of course they f*cking aren't. Why would they be?
So then, why does Roman watch him shyly from a tree? He just... stares. It's borderline creepy, but that's not the issue. The issue is the fact that Virgil doesn't mind it. That he might like being watched by Roman- not in that way, don't make it weird- and likes his attention on him.
Also, how can Roman ever be so... nervous? Is that the right word?
Normally, when in school, he's always this pompous princely nerd with confidence pouring out of him. He knows what he's talking about. He's not very studious, not exactly, but he knows practically everything about theatre and its history. He knows a lot about history in general. And he's pretty great at the Creative Writing class they're both in.
His glasses are pretty cute, too. His smart little face, the red streak in his hair. The faintest of freckles on his cheeks and nose. The small moles on his neck. He's just so adorable-
Ack. Just f*cking- ugh. Why must Roman be so adorable yet so frustrating all at once?
Virgil is too gay for this sh*t. F*ck this. F*cking hell. Just- okay. He needs to chill out.
Just focus on skating. Ignore the cute little prince who keeps watching you. Just- jesus. Yeah, cause that's f*cking easy.
Virgil tries, he really does, but his mind keeps drifting to red bowties and clever comebacks. His skating buddies already know about his crush- not a crush, he tells them, he just thinks he's neat- and are frankly very tired of the obvious pining.
Hey, it's not pining- okay. Just- ya know what? F*ck you. Shut up.
Roman f*cking Solana.
Jesus.
It doesn't help that one of his friends, a fellow skater, is Roman's twin brother. So, he already sees Roman enough at school, but he also sees him whenever he hangs out with Remus at their house. They don't stay at the house for long, usually, and just go to the skatepark and meet up with Janus.
Yeah, being friends with Remus is always a new adventure. That also means the ungodly amount of innuendos and teasing just gets worse. Of course it f*cking does, it's Remus. As soon as he first heard about Virgil liking Roman in any romantic capacity, he would not leave the poor spiderling alone. That is, unless it got too close to a boundary line. Remus may have poor impulse control, but he'd never cross a boundary with his friends or family. He's not a monster.
He's a self-proclaimed freak, but not a monster.
Which brings them all to right now, a teasing Remus at the ready as Virgil messes up the same trick for the fifth time in a row.
"Dude, what's with you lately? You usually don't mess up that badly," an unnamed skater comments as Virgil gives up and sits down at a nearby bench.
Virgil rolls his eyes at the unnamed skater. Not worth his time. It's not like they're a part of his inner circle, anyway.
"He can't help it, little Virgey's distracted," Remus teases, wiggling his eyebrow.
"Shut up, Remus," Virgil grumbles.
Remus snickers at him.
"Aww, but it's so fun f*cking with you."
Virgil rolls his eyes again, this time at Remus.
"Then again, I know who you'd really like to f*ck with. Well, more like who you'd like to f*ck."
Virgil chokes on air for a moment, his face now burning red. The unnamed skater turns bright pink in second-hand embarrassment and shuffles away, deciding now is a good time to go back to skating. Virgil glares at Remus in his own embarrassment as the green-coded dumbass cackles at him.
"Remus," he scorns, voice cracking at the implication.
"Listen, you're so easy. I just- ha! You're so red!"
Virgil hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly in annoyance.
Where is Janus when you need him? God, the one time he gets too sick to come and skate with us. God f*cking damnit. F*cking bastard.
Janus is usually the one who Remus would listen to. Those two had been through thick and thin, in a lot more ways than Virgil had been with them. There are just some things, some very bad things, that unite people together in such a close bond. Going through trauma together is... it's something they hope Virgil will never experience. It's something that brought those two so close together, but both of them still wish it hadn't happened. The world tends to be a truly cruel place to those who just want to be.
Anyway, after a while of Remus tormenting Virgil, they go back to skating. Remus tends to do more dangerous stunts as if they were at a beginner level. Virgil sticks with what he knows, what he can't mess up, being what his friends call 'stupidly safe' and 'boring'.
Virgil still thinks back to Roman, who is currently hiding behind his signature tree. What he'd never admit is how Roman's attention on him makes his heart beat out of his chest. How his voice makes his heart flutter like a bunch of dumb little moths. How he makes him laugh and let himself exist. How this damned nerd makes him... just smile. He doesn't just smile for anyone. The stupid f*cking cherry-red bowtie. The spotlights in his eyes.
He and Remus may be twins, but they don't exactly look like twins. And that makes it so much easier to feel so cheesy about him. He could never feel cheesy, in any romantic capacity, about Remus or Janus. They're more like family than anything. Oh, but Roman...
God. He wanted to be the Jack to Roman's Sally.
Like I said, he feels so f*cking cheesy about Roman.
After a while of f*cking with each other like they always do, Remus decides to abruptly leave. Virgil asks where the f*ck does he think he's running off to, only to get a one-word answer. That reasonably excuses him.
"Janny!" Remus shouted as he skated away on the sidewalk in the park, heading towards the neighborhood.
Virgil shakes his head fondly. Janus doesn't even need to text or call Remus for the octopus-loving weirdo to know he needs him. A friend instinct, Virgil supposes. Part of their uniquely close platonic bond. Some weird ass sh*t.
Not wanting to skate without one of his friends, cause that just feels weird, Virgil decides to retire early for the day. He goes back to the bench he sat on earlier, setting his board wheels-up by his feet. Finally resting there for a moment, sighing as his back relaxes. He glances over at where Roman probably still is, but-
But he's... not there?
Maybe he had to leave for some reason? Like, his mom called him or something. That happens. Right? Yeah. It's probably fine.
I wish he was still here, though.
Virgil stops himself before he can pout.
Stop, stop it. You're not even friends. This shouldn't f*cking bother you. He's fine.
Why does it bother him?
It just feels wrong. Odd. He's just normally still there, and...
And he's grown attached.
Ah, f*ck me.
~~~
Roman is in theatre. He's almost always the star of the show, the central sun in a musical. When he's on stage, he truly becomes a prince. Whatever his role is, he is. It's a nice sight to see.
So yeah, he's in the Drama club, of course. What thespian wouldn't be? And they always meet on Tuesdays after school. So, as far as Virgil knows, Roman is still at school afterhours on Tuesdays. So is Remus, but that's only because their mom makes them walk home together.
Today is no different.
Virgil somehow managed to get an after school detention. He'd been too 'disruptive' during class (he was having a panic attack, how the f*ck-), and now has to stay in the library until all the clubs got out. Great. Just f*cking great. Another reason why he hates his dumb math teacher. Because of course, of course being emotionally distressed is less important than f*cking algebra.
Anyway.
So, there's very few people he knows who have after school activities. I mean, he's not the only one ever who gets detention, but apparently today is an exception because he's the only student there that isn't a library tech. He simply listens to music with his headphones on, doing homework so he doesn't have to deal with it later. He has one headphone out, but only so the librarians can't yell at him for it. They usually don't care, but detention students are some sort of disease or something because they eye him like a pack of f*cking vultures. To be fair, Virgil isn't ever really in there unless he has detention. And, you know, your classic stereotypes and narrow-minded assumptions you see from people who need a large heap of therapy. So yeah, not a great time.
Being watched by the librarians isn't helping Virgil focus, and he's two seconds from f*cking decking one of them. The library tech doesn't seem to care. They're just shelving books and minding their own damn business. Virgil likes the tech better.
Aside from the dumbass Karen librarians, there's some sort of commotion coming from the hallway. It could be the theatre kids; the library is close by the Theater. It's all shouty and sh*t, loud and all that. The future scholars in dramatics, otherwise known as actors, tend to always be loud and mildly disruptive. It's not anything new.
Virgil tries to scribble the last of a science formula down, wanting nothing more than the school day to be over. It's not over until he gets to leave. And he can't f*cking leave yet. Stupid b*tch of a teacher. Just- ugh. Math sucks.
Virgil startles when he hears something that sounds like a slap. He sharply turns his head to the doors, which are left open until the clubs are over.
What the f*ck.
He knows his school has bullies. In fact, he's had his fair share of dunderheads picking on him for sh*t he can't control. But most of the students are gone, and only ones who aren't are the theatre or art club kids. And the art room is all the way at the other end of the school. So, the only kids who'd be here... would be the theatre kids... but he's never known any of them to- well, he's seen more gay-ass motherf*ckers in there than he can count, and they sure as hell aren't ones to be assholes unless someone actually deserves it. Or to be funny, in a sassy and dramatic way. Which is the reason why Virgil doesn't mind them. They don't really bother anyone.
Another suspiciously violent sound and a cry of pain, and Virgil flinches. He stops his work. He can't focus with all that noise, and the fact that someone could be getting hurt right now.
"Stop being so dramatic. God, you'd think he'd learn by now?" one voice complains.
"I know, right? He's so annoying! You wouldn't be in this situation if you kept your mouth shut," a second one adds.
A poorly-concealed whimper.
"Okay, that's it. We're being nice, you know we are. But I am two seconds from making your day a whole lot worse," a third one threatens.
Virgil feels stuck in his seat. God, he wants to get up and march over there, and just- what poor kid are they tormenting? It sounds like there's three of them- bullies always travel in groups- and their victim sounds so hurt.
He hears frantic mumbling, and he wishes he isn't so anxious because he'd like to help now, thank you. The worrying thing is he recognizes the first voice. It's familiar, but also not, and that's not a good sign. It's familiar in a bad way, in a 'oh god please not be them' kind of way.
"You were just saying how we shouldn't do what exactly? Hmm? Aww, why so quiet now?" the second one continues.
"I think he's scared, Jackson," says the third one.
"Oh Kayla, I think so, too."
The second one, Jackson, snickers at whoever the victim is. More mumbling. Something happens, and the first one seems to speak again, but it's muffled. The third one, Kayla, laughs at whatever the victim's reaction is.
Jesus, what's f*cking wrong with them? I need to get up and get someone. What do I do, what do I do? I don't know what to do.
Virgil still feels frozen to his seat. He hates how he doesn't know. How he can't f*cking move. Why must his own anxiety paralyze him like this? He's not even the one getting bullied. It just reminds him... of someone. It's getting kinda triggering at this point, even though he can't pinpoint who it reminds him of. He just feels so f*cking stuck.
Someone shushes Jackson and Kayla. Probably the first voice, who's probably the leader of their cruel trio.
"Hush now, stop being a baby. You asked for this when you got in my way, you stupid attention wh*re," the first one lows their voices in such a cold, cynical way.
Virgil loses it when he hears that.
Omg, omg, omg. What the f*ck. They called them a f*cking slur.
He feels so mortified for whoever their victim is.
Okay, that's it. F*ck this, f*ck my stupid anxiety. That's not okay. Those f*cking b*tches.
Virgil blindly bolts to his feet, leaving his headphones and everything behind on the table. He ignores the librarians' steely eyes and quiet shouts for him to sit down. He runs out the f*cking library, nothing but pure adrenaline fueling him. It's all of a blur of him running over there, but luckily- or unluckily, cause how are no adults handling this- the commotion isn't that far. In fact, it's near the Theater. In the hallway in-between that separates it from the library. Where anyone could see.
Out in the open and no one's helping, dear f*cking god.
And Virgil isn't exactly quiet as he runs over. So, the bullies hear the footsteps rapidly approaching them. One of them mutters something like hey, maybe we should not get our asses caught, and what sounds like three pairs of footsteps scatter around. When Virgil gets there, all he sees is a heap of white and red crouched on the ground. They look shaky and small, so damn small, and their bowtie looks a little f*cked up.
Wait, bowtie? Red bowtie. Wait- omg. Oh sh*t.
That's Princey, the cute little nerd, looking small and terrified on the hallway floor. His glasses are the only thing that don't look damaged. His clothes look scuffed up. Tears are pouring down his face, from eyes that look too dazed. A hand mark on his cheek-
Those little assholes. I'm going to f*cking kill them. I'm going to sink Remus on them, and he's going to kill them. I-
Wait... if Roman is here, then...
Where is Remus?
Virgil shoves his thoughts away as he carefully approaches the poor little thing, crouching down to his eye level. He looks distant, almost like he's somewhere else. Maybe he is. Maybe he's mentally somewhere away from all that just happened. Somewhere that feels safer.
When Virgil puts a soft touch to Roman's shoulder, however, he flinches hard. He startles, turning sharply to face Virgil. His eyes are now very aware of where he is, frantic and panicked.
Oh, Princey...
Virgil takes his hand away, going slowly so Roman can see his movements. The poor nerd is panting like a cornered animal. Scared, he looks so scared.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe now, Princey. It's just me, Virgil. You know me, yeah?"
He keeps his voice low and soft, easing just a little bit of the panic out of the poor thing's eyes.
That's better.
He still looks a little scared, though. It takes him a moment, but then recognition lights up in his eyes. He whimpers.
"Oh sweetheart, it's okay. I'm right here. You're safe now."
Virgil carefully cups the nerd's non-hurt cheek, thumbing away unnoticed tears. Princey flinches as soon as he feels touch- it's less, but still- but calms down as he realizes it's just Virgil.
Virgil would never hurt him. Virgil is safe. Virgil is good.
They may tease each other, but it's never to go as far as intentionally hurting someone.
Roman remains tense, but slowly melts as Virgil moves his other hand to card through his hair. He lets out an undignified whine, leaning into the touch.
"There, I've got you."
Roman leans against Virgil, resting his unhurt half on his shoulder. His face squished against him, letting himself relax a little more. Virgil moves his hand from his face, wrapping his arm around the poor prince. He holds him now, keeping close and cuddled in his lap. Roman's head falls until it rests against Virgil's chest. He can hear his heart beating. It sounds a lot calmer than his own. A hand still cared through his hair.
"You need to breathe, sweetheart. C'mon, breathe with me, okay?"
Roman slightly nods. He listens to Virgil's heart, trying to match his breathing to it. His lungs stutter a few times, but the constant stream of comfort and reassurance helps. After a while of finally breathing, he just collapses into a limp lump of exhaustion into Virgil's arms. He doesn't tremble or shake anymore- hardly at all- and instead focuses on the feel of warmth that his rival-friend-person gives. He doesn't know how to categorize them quite yet, but it seems pretty friendly right now.
Which makes him wonder why they aren't usually friendly like this. Maybe Virgil's just being kind. Maybe it's pity. At this moment though, he doesn't find the energy to care. He basks in the safe, safe, safe person holding him.
"There you go. Good job, sweetheart. You're okay. I've got you, I promise."
They just breathe together for a moment. Just co-exist and the world feels frozen, halted. Like nothing could get them, no harm could come their way, no evil could touch them. Roman's eyes droop, very much ready to fall asleep like this. He's all relaxed and calm now. He's okay. He's safe in Virgil's arms. His glasses screw up a bit as he somehow melts further into the purple-themed skater. He hears a soft chuckle from somewhere.
"You relaxed, Princey? All nice and cozy?"
"Mhm."
"Good, that's good. As long as you feel safe, sweetheart."
Had Roman been more awake than he is, he would've blushed at the pet name. But he isn't, so it flies completely over his head. He feels warm and floaty, and just all light. He likes this feeling. He doesn't want it to go away. Secure in safe arms. Safe, safe, safe.
A text beeps off somewhere. Roman idly wonders if his phone. He gets answered, unfortunately, as he feels Virgil move slightly against him. Probably pulling something out of his pocket. By the sound of it, it's his phone. Another text beeps. Sounds of typing. Virgil sighs, something like relief, and types more. Sends whatever he types to whoever texted him. Another text comes in. Virgil makes an idle hm noise. He puts his phone away.
He holds onto Roman tighter, a protective huff slips out. He pauses for a moment, glancing down at Princey.
"You comfortable like this, Princey? Not hurt anywhere, are you? Besides the, uh, the face."
Roman hums.
"Jus' the face," he provides.
The mark on his face still slightly burns, but it's manageable. Tolerable. Not hurt that much anymore.
"'Kay, good."
He readjusts to hold him tight again. Roman finally closes his eyes, nearly passing out from the sh*t that just happened. It doesn't process in his gay mind that he's practically sleeping against his crush. Yeah, a little too exhausted for the thought to even cross his mind.
"Hey, sweetheart. Remus is on his way, okay?"
"Mm, Re?"
"Yeah, Re. Your bro's on his way to help."
"'m fine, though."
"Princey."
"Mm, really. Safe now."
Virgil smiles at that, warmth spreading in his chest. And not from the fact that he has a body against him.
"Good that you're safe. But you went through something scary. We gotta talk about it."
Roman groans sleepily.
"If it makes you too uncomfortable, we won't. But we need to know who did the sh*t, so they can get their asses whooped."
Roman huffs out a laugh at the mention of 'asses whooped'. Not something he thought he'd hear from Virgil, but funny nonetheless.
"Little sleepy head."
"Not little."
"Could've fooled me, all sleepy and small like this. You're just a little puddle."
Roman makes a half-hearted noise of protest, but just drifts off after that. His breathing evens out, and now he's asleep. Virgil's heart melts because he feels safe enough to sleep in my arms, omg.
After a few minutes, he hears a worried shout.
"Roman? Roro?"
Ah yeah, that's Remus. Worried Brother™ mode is activated, isn't it?
"Ro? Vi, where are- oh. Okay, good. Right there. Okay."
Remus spots them on the ground as soon as he turns the corner. He barrels down the hallway to them, muttering about how they're right there, they've got each other, Virgil ain't gonna let anyone hurt him. He nearly crashes into them as he runs and dives to sit by Virgil and his sleeping brother.
"Whoa, hey. Hey, he's okay. I've got him. He's also asleep, so be careful, Rem."
The light chide dies on Virgil's tongue as Remus growls protectively at sight of his hurt twin. Virgil sighs, knowing Remus isn't going to listen to him while Roman is like this. He doesn't blame him. Roman comes first, always.
Remus catches the mark on Roman's face, and his growl intensifies. Virgil stopped carding a hand through the poor nerd's hair a little bit ago, instead just holding him like something precious. That being said, he sees the pure and horribly overwhelming worry in Remus' eyes. And decides to hand over the sleeping prince.
"Rem, here. He's okay now. He's safe and okay. Right here."
Remus takes his brother carefully. The sleepy Roman whines in protest as he feels Virgil let go of him. The emo skater makes a comforting noise and mutters about what he's doing so the other will be calm. Once fully in his arms, Remus hugs the life out of his brother and holds him in his lap. Roman lets out a pleased hum as he drifts back into a comfortable slumber. He nuzzles into his brother, clinging onto his shirt like a little kid. Remus rests his chin on top of his brother's head.
"...who the f*ck messed with him?"
Remus' glare is deadly and cold, but he doesn't look at Virgil. It's not directed towards him, anyway.
Yep, there's the Protective Twin™ mode.
"I don't know. He hasn't said anything yet, looked a little scared to."
Virgil's voice nearly matches Remus' in cold venom. It's low and cruel, and he's going to do horrible things to the people who did this.
Virgil glances at Remus as he kisses his brother's hair softly.
"I told him we need the name of those f*ckers. I technically didn't ask him, but he still seemed... he's just so tired, Rem."
Virgil's voice almost cracks with emotion near the end. Remus grunts in response. His grip on his brother doesn't waver, not even for a millisecond.
"I heard names of two outta three, though."
Remus sharply turns to him, demanding the names with nothing but a look.
"I- I heard it from the library. One of them is, uh, Jackson. The other one is Kayla, I think."
Remus' eyes wide slightly for a second at the mention of Kayla, and it doesn't take basic observation skills to realize that he may know her. Probably not for a good reason. Virgil doesn't ask.
"There were three?"
"I didn't catch the third's name."
"And where were you, then? How could you hear names but not stop this sh*t from happening?"
Remus' voice cracks mid-sentence. Tears prick at his eyes, and he glares at Virgil like it could be his fault. Maybe it is. Maybe if he wasn't a little coward, he could've stopped it. If only he didn't fail at such an important time.
"I- I was in detention, and- uh, and I heard noise and voices, but I froze and I couldn't move-"
Remus' face softens, regret flooding in as his friend stumbles over panicked words.
"Hey, hey. Sorry. I know you wouldn't hurt him."
Virgil simply nods curtly, easing himself out of his own panic.
"I found him, dazed and on the floor. Rem- Remus, he looked so terrified."
I should've got to him. Goddamit, why am I so f*cking stupid? Just- what the f*ck is wrong with me?
Remus bumps Virgil's shoulder lightly, bringing him out of his thoughts. His own tears threaten to spill. He simply sniffles and wills them away. At least, he holds those stupid tears in for as long as he can.
"...I'm gonna beat and kill their asses."
"I'll bring the bat."
The duo lightly chuckles at each other for a moment. They focus back on Roman, who looks so peaceful in his sleep. Peaceful and safe. It's almost surreal, in a way. He was just hurt by some dumbf*cks, and now he looks like nothing's wrong in the world. They almost don't want to wake him up.
He beats them to it though, groaning and slowly opening his eyes. He first notices purple patches across from him. Then the fact he's being hugged into the Aether, hugged by someone strong and... is that green on their weird vest thing? Wait, green...
He sees Remus' signature skull necklace, and everything catches up to him.
Remus is here. Re is here and I am safe. Safe. Virgil's here, too.
He feels soreness creeping in as he wakes up more.
Ugh... goddammit.
He groans in slight pain.
Wait f*ck- Virgil is here. Holy sh*t. Omg, omg-
And then a little bit of gay panic sets in.
Roman feels his face heat up slightly, and he hides it in Remus' chest. Remus, being the ever-loving twin that he is, just snorts at him once he notices him blushing. Virgil raises an eyebrow at him, but Remus just ignores it and snickers.
"Mm, f*ck you, Re," Roman mutters.
"Yeah, he's okay," Remus says.
"Pft- you good, Princey? What's got you hiding?"
Virgil's own tears are long forgotten as he watches Roman groan pathetically, oblivious to the fact he's a little flustered because of him.
"Seriously though, are you okay?" Virgil's voice softens again.
Roman peeks out from his hiding place, nodding.
"Hm. Then why don't we talk about it, if you're okay and all? We still have asses to maim."
The princely nerd huffs, sitting up in his brother's lap. He avoids their gazes as he speaks.
"'s nothing to worry about."
Remus gives him a the f*ck it isn't look.
"Nothing to- Roro, they left a mark on you. They hit you. That's something to worry about."
"Re-"
"He's right, Princey. They shouldn't be messing with you like. No one gets to f*ck with you like that."
A few seconds of tense silence.
"it's not like it's anything new..." he mumbles.
"Wait, what?"
"I'm killing them-"
Roman tugs on Remus as soon as he feels him try to get up, telling him to stay. Remus rolls his eyes affectionately, staying put and keeping a hold on his hurt brother.
"Fine. Later, then."
"Princey, I- what? Have they been hurting you for a while?"
"...I should be able to take it."
"Oh, no- no, sweetheart, that's not what I meant."
Roman blushes lightly at the pet name, but Virgil ignores it.
"Yeah."
"Oh, Princey..."
"Ro, why didn't ya just tell me? Or us? I could've used Ma's hunting knife on them! Perfect practice!"
"She would kill you if you took her knife, dumbass."
"Not if she knew it was to protect you."
Roman rolls his eyes. Virgil is about ready to steal their mom's knife himself because who the f*ck do they think they are?
Then, he remembers something he heard back when he was in the Library.
Wait, didn't they call him a- oh, oh sh*t. I'm gutting them, omg.
"Sweetheart, how long have they... called you things?"
Roman shrinks, knowing exactly what he's asking. He sheepishly shrugs. Remus makes a concerned, confused face.
"What are they calling you? Bro-bro?"
"...'s fine. It's not that bad."
"Not that- Roman," Virgil's voice bleeds with horror and worry.
Roman huffs stubbornly.
"Ro? What are they calling you?"
He stays quiet, still avoiding their gazes. He feels embarrassed about this entire situation. He should be able to handle it fine, shouldn't he? He's smart and charismatic. He's a prince, if theatre is anything to go by. Aren't princes supposed to be strong?
Isn't he supposed to be strong?
"Roman- Princey, can I tell him? If you won't, then can I?"
That nickname is sounding a little too endearing, and Roman is on the verge of giving in just from that. He meets Virgil's eyes, not expecting the utter weight of naked concern on his face. He bites his lip before nodding and hiding his face in Remus' chest again.
"They called him a slur."
Virgil feels ready to cry again as he speaks, and he's not even the one who got hurt.
"They did what?" anger bleeds through Remus' voice.
He holds Roman tighter, if that's even possible at this point. Roman whimpers as the smallest echo of the slur replays in his head.
"I'm killing them, I'm f*cking killing them. I'm burying them ten feet underground, and I'm killing them."
Roman grips Remus' vest as he tries to push the faint memory of the bullies did out of his mind.
"They don't have any f*cking right to-"
"Not new."
Remus stills. He almost pales as he processes his twin's words. Virgil, in fact, does go pale.
"Roro?"
"Oh, God-"
"Ro, bro-bro, they- they f*cking what?"
"I got a role they wanted. I always get a role they want. They don't like it when I get what they want. It's... 's fine. Nothin' new."
"Oh sweetheart, that's not fine. They- they shouldn't be calling you a slur over a cast role."
"Those b*tches-"
"I should be able to handle it. I'm- I'm supposed to be a prince, aren't I? Princes handle things on their own."
Princes are supposed to be strong, he thinks but doesn't say.
"That's... sweetheart, no. No, princes can ask for help if they need it."
"...but I'm supposed to be strong. Mom calls me her prince, and I want to be strong."
"Asking for help is strong, sweetheart. Strong is being scared and hurt, but surviving anyway."
"Ma calls you her prince because you are strong."
"She also calls you a gremlin Dorito because you have a weird obsession with demonic triangles."
"Cipher is f*cking funny-"
"He literally rips teeth from a deer, what the f*ck-"
Virgil spares a snort as the brothers briefly bicker.
"Not the point, Ro. She also calls me her duke because she said I was meant to be different from you. That you and I are both her precious royals."
Roman hums in response.
Virgil shuffles closer, sitting against Remus' arm. There's more silence. Remus is plotting death for those b*tches who hurt his brother. Virgil is probably doing the same, though he keeps glancing at Roman to make sure he's alright. Today was just total sh*t, huh?
"...they called me an attention wh*re."
Roman's voice cracks as he whispers, curling up in Remus' arms and wanting nothing more than today to have never happened. Remus growls protectively, resting his chin on Roman's head again. Virgil takes one of the nerd's hands, squeezing it softly. He squeezes back.
"Logan's dad knows the principle," Virgil says, rubbing circles on the nerd's knuckles. "Patton told me. We could f*cking get them."
Remus nods sharply as Roman seems to drift off somewhere.
They three stay there, in the empty hallway, as clubs end and other students decide to avoid the murderous looks on Remus' and Virgil's faces.
~~~
It's not even two days later when Jackson, Kayla, and Jackass Number 3 get expelled from school.
Not only does Logan's dad know the principle, but he also seems to be old friends to the district's Superintendent as well. Apparently, his dad knows some friends in high places. Good thing Virgil is intent on remaining on Logan's good side.
Roman and Virgil walk to school together, mainly because Janus is feeling better and Remus wanted to go f*ck some fences up with him. Plus, Roman's mom is even more insistent on him having a walking buddy now that she knows he'd been bullied. As overprotective as she can be, his mom cares a whole lot more about her sons than anything else.
She sneaked a wink at Roman when Virgil came over to walk with him, since his brother couldn't take him anyways. Remus must've tattled on his gay ass because now his mom kept giving this look whenever Virgil visited.
So yes, now he walks with his crush to school. As Remus is being a little criminal and doing God knows what, Roman is fighting a gay panic. Virgil's hand has brushed his twice already, and he thinks he might die if it happens again.
He drifts off into thought for a moment, wondering about a couple of days ago.
"Hey, Virgil?" his voice stays surprisingly steady as his heart thrums in his chest.
"Yeah, Princey?" Virgil glances over at him, and oh god, gay panic, now's not the time.
"Uh, when you... I mean, back when you found me in that hallway and helped me out, uh- well..."
Virgil's gaze softens. He offers a hand, and Roman takes it hesitantly. He squeezes lightly, causing the nerd exhale his nervousness.
"Um, when that happened, you kept calling me 'sweetheart'," Roman couldn't stop the smile on his face. "What was that about?"
His chest burst into butterflies as they both stop walking, and Virgil gives a fond smirk. He avoids Roman's gaze now, a light blush on his face.
"I- uh, sh*t. F*ck, sh*t," he mutters.
Roman waits, though his eager heart beats loudly against his chest.
"I, um... I care about you. You're important to me."
Hi, yes, hello. Uh, Roman's not here right now. He's currently bursting into a million fireworks.
"You- uh, what way do you mean?" Roman can feel how red his face is.
This is when Virgil looks at him, anxious and biting his lip. Flustered, he's flustered the skater boy. His face is red too, though debatably not as red as the nerd. No, Roman's face almost matches his bowtie.
Virgil takes Roman's other hand, shaking slightly from nerves. He stops biting his lip. He risks a brief glance at Roman's lips, and- omg. Omg, I'm going to die.
Both of their faces are burning bright red.
"You... want me to be your sweetheart?" Roman is breathless, and honestly a little overwhelmed by the fact his crush stared at his lips, oh Jesus f*cking Christ.
"Yeah, if you'd have me..." Virgil is just as breathless as they glance into each other's eyes, baring their souls and hearts to one another.
"I'd, uh- yeah, I'd like that."
Virgil moves one of his hands to hold the back of Roman's neck, and Roman's now-free hand rests on Virgil's shoulder. They both glance at each other's lips, hearts pounding and butterflies swarming their insides.
"Can I kiss you, sweetheart?" Virgil looks at him gay in the eyes, and Roman nearly melts.
"Yes," is all the nerd can muster.
They lean in awkwardly, considering they're inexperienced highschoolers, brushing their lips together. They each pull back from some initial shock, slowly leaning back as they gain what little confidence they have. They quickly peck each other, nerves turning into bursts of explosive colour and excitement in their guts. Roman looks at Virgil, his heart fluttering as he recovers from that. Virgil smiles fondly at him. His sweetheart- omg, he's his sweetheart now- smiling back. They're both in a daze. Faces bright pink, heads feeling light like clouds, and hands stay surprisingly steady as they gaze at each other.
It takes them a few moments before they realize that they're going to be late for school.
"Oh sh*t- uh, school's about to start," Virgil cusses as he takes his hand from the back of Roman's neck and looks at the time on his phone.
"Uh, yep. Yep, we should probably go an'- and stuff," his nerd awkwardly stumbles over his words, moving his hand off of Virgil's shoulder.
Virgil pockets his phone as they continue walking to school, picking up the pace a little. They still hold hands as they go. Gay panic roaring in their minds, a swirling mix of emotions leftover from kissing and confessing.
They don't part until needing to go down separate hallways for class.
#oatmeal ink pens#Ro's mom definitely makes the >:3 face whenever Virgil visits now#romantic prinxiety#prinxiety#sanders sides#thomas sanders#virgil sanders#roman sanders#pls read the warnings#pls#remus sanders#background dukeceit#platonic dukeceit#remus and janus are besties#this wasn't supposed to be this long WHOOPS#creativitwins#platonic creavtivitwins#protective remus#i've rewritten this like 5 times already#this is so bad actually#the ending is rushed#sorry goldnskyart#it's not the best#idk what i was doing (lmao)#Logan is mentioned but not featured#uh and Patton is also mentioned#THIS IS SO GAY - OMG#they kiss#they're both so awkward and sappy - this is so cringe omggg
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