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Snakes and Scandals (Pt.1)

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Virgil Blanche hated a lot of things, that was a given. He was, after all, an extremely poor twenty-two year old man living in the slums of a high-end empire city. Every day he would sit through nearly ten hours of abuse from costumers who were raised to think they were better than everyone else, and even the ones who weren't born rich were corrupted very quickly.

"Excuse me? Is this still eligible for a return? I tried at another store and they rejected me but I only bought it a few days ago," Virgil merely sighed at the hat and scarf clad man in front of him.

"If you bought it less than two months ago its eligible for return, if someone told you it wasn't you can file a complaint," Virgil never spoke very clearly, but he appreciated the man at least pretending to understand what he was saying.

"Thank you," it was at this point Virgil seemed to register that the man was speaking with a slight russian accent.

"Have a nice day," Virgil said in a monotone voice.

The day continued as all days working in customer service usually did, of course, had Virgil checked his calendar, maybe he would've realized that it was National Frame a Retailer For Flirting With You day. He didn't have much time to react, whoever the girl who'd used him as a cheating scapegoat was, she was very quiet, and her boyfriend was very fast.

"You tryna make her look dumb? Huh? Is that what you want?" Virgil tried to protest but ended up with a faceful of knuckles instead.

He should've known it wouldn't end well for him, at least he wasnt dead, but now he had a bloody face and was sitting in the managers office, waiting to hear his fate.

"So you punched him?" Virgil's boss was very stereotypical, blonde, bob-cut, light brown eyes, and Virgil knew she hated him. She always acted excited about his new piercings or tattoos, and of course she congratulated him when she found out he'd finally managed to afford top surgery after saving up since age fourteen. But he could tell it was all fake. He wasn't social enough for customer service, after all.

"In self defense, only after he broke my nose," Virgil responded. His manager pursed her lips together, glaring slightly from behind her glasses.

"And you are aware they intended to sue, yes?" Virgil gritted his teeth,of course they were, after all, why attack a store employee if you didn't want to sue them, or, at least, if you didn't want free starbucks every time you showed up.

"No, I wasn't, because they attacked me first," Virgil said calmly.

"I'm sorry Virgil but I'm going to have to fire you," there was no hiding the look of pure glee on the managers face as she delivered the news.

Virgil merely set his name tag on the table and left, all the while clutching his face. It burned, badly, some people needed to go to the gym less.

"You alright dude?" Virgil moved his hand to look at the man in front of him. Tall, skinny, with a mustache on his face and a white streak in his hair. The man had a worried look on his face, though his eyes conveyed a vague crazed look.

"Yeah, sure," Virgil said. He was about to walk away when the taller man grabbed his arm.

"Come with me, I'll help clean you up," Virgil was honestly to tired to argue, so instead he merely followed.

"Roman! I think I found you a new model! A little bruised up but I think he'll be ok soon enough!" Virgil had stopped listening after 'model'.

"Wait wait wait wait wait- I am definitely not a model-" Virgil tried to shrink in on himself.

"Well of course you arent yet! Oh Remus you life saver look at him! He's brilliant!" A boy who looked similar to the one with the mustache rushed out from behind a pillar, planting a kiss on the receptionists cheek as he ran.

Remus smiled, "I'll go get some ice packs and bandages, you two can talk," he said, running off.

"Roman Prince-Duke, head of Rome Fashion Company," Roman said, holding a hand out.

"Virgil Blanche, head of confused and worried emotions company," Virgil said, Roman let out a laugh.

"So what happened? If you're comfortable sharing that is," Roman said, gesturing to Virgil's face.

"Girl got her boyfriend to attack me at work for the sake of coupons," Virgil said, shrugging.

"Oh dear. . ." Roman said, his face falling slightly.

A few minutes later Virgil was sitting on a bench with ice pressed against his face and Roman listening intently as the receptionist told him what he should do.

"Gods Lolo you're so cute when you're being smart," Roman said, smiling and leaning his elbow on his knee, head pressed against his hand. The receptionist's face flushed with color.

Virgil honestly wasn't sure how calling him a model wasn't a joke, yet here he was sitting in the lobby waiting for Roman.

"Alright Virgil! Let's get you ready for your first shoot shall we?" Roman brought Virgil up by the hand, spinning him slightly before guiding him to another room.

"Lucky for you we have plenty of outfits in your size," Roman said.

"Mention my height and the fabric scissors might find their way up your nose," Virgil growled. Being 4'8 never exactly helped his case, he didn't normally get aggressive easily but it was a bit touchy for him.

"Oh dont worry, I learned my lesson with Lo on our first date," Roman said.

An hour or so later Virgil was dressed in a purple sleeveless top with black lace along the neckline, a black corset, ruffled black skirts, and black boots with heels. It felt, nice, and Virgil wasnt sure why. Normally he hated the way he looked in everything, but for once in his life he felt like royalty.

"Remy! I've got a new model for you!" Roman said as they entered another room with all manner of different sets and cameras set up.

A man with a leather jacket and sunglasses popped out from behind one, jaw dropping slightly "Roman you SAINT! Where'd you find him?!" Remy said, circling Virgil and looking him up and down.

"That credit goes to Remus, speaking of which, I've got business to attend to, you boys have fun," Roman said, turning on his heel to leave, the nearly floor length skirt of his outfit sweeping behind him.

"Alright babes you look like you're about to pass out right now so let's take a little break m'kay?" Remy walked with Virgil to a room that seemed primarily composed of bean bags.

They sat there for a while, Remy asking him questions and telling him his own stories. Before suddenly he got up and held a hand out for him. Virgil took it and allowed himself to be lead to a set covered in giant mushrooms and flowers. Remy spent a few minutes posting him, bringing out a few props for him to prop his arms on.

"Now just relax and give me a smile, you look like you're good at subtle, let's try some of those first," said Remy from behind the camera.

Virgil started out the shoot wishing it would be over already, but by the end he couldnt seem to stop looking at his own reflection in the camera lens.

"Oh Jan's going to lose it when he sees these!" Roman said, looking through the pictures from his phone.

"Who's Jan?-" Virgil said, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh you probably know him as Dimitri, he's a rival of mine," Roman handed Virgil a magazine, one scan of the front cover and Virgil recognized the man from a week ago, he was wearing the same hat and scarf as before. He read the caption above it. "Dimitri Gabriel to release new line inspired by endangered reptile species, all proceeds to go to preservation funding, no real scales used," he handed the article back to Roman.

"I've seen that guy, he was returning something the day I got fired," Virgil said.

"Oh even better! He'll recognize you!" Said Roman.

"Wait where are these even going?" Virgil said.

"My stylegram, you dont seem like the type who likes runways, so Remus and I have decided you'll be a social media model," Roman said.

"Well- guess I better make my own account then," Virgil said, pulling out his own phone.

It was only a few minutes before the comments flooded in, he recognized Janus' face, though his handle still conveyed his name as Dimitri. His face flushed red at the compliments. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but the feeling that Janus was impressed by his looks gave him an intense sensation of joy.

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Addicted To The Prettier Things

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Romantic Mosleep/Sleepality (this ship is so underrated please cry with me)

Summary: Remy and Patton take road trips together and Remy quite enjoys the opportunity the long car ride gives him to watch his boyfriend.

Warnings (in order of strength): None as far as I’m aware! Please tell me if I need to add anything.

Genre: Pure tooth-rotting Fluff, Human AU

A/N: I was feeling down and writer’s block was kicking my teeth in but apparently I just needed to write some cute fluff. The title is a lyric from this song I’ve been obsessed with lately. Also @ my taglist peeps, I promise I have a full length fic in the works that I’ll get out to y’all as soon as I get my life together. Love you all 🖤✨

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Remy liked napping in the car. It was the perfect transitory experience. Was he asleep? Not quite. Was he awake? Definitely not. Did he know where he was? Somewhere in the middle of nowhere and that’s all he cared to know.

Sunlight streamed through the car’s windshield and weakly past Remy’s dark sunglasses. The light wasn’t piercing; it was warm and rested gently against his eyelids. Occasionally the sun was blocked by a cloud or a freeway overpass sign creating a patchwork of gentle shade.

It was peaceful, the car bumping softly the few rare times Patton couldn’t avoid a pothole. Patton was a good driver. He drove slower than most and often chose longer routes just because he knew the road would be clearer. Remy didn’t mind; the back roads took them to blue skies and thick trees and fields that would have seemed untouched if it weren’t for the dark highway that snaked through them.

Besides, the longer the drive, the more time he got to spend with his boyfriend. 

Of course he loved their monthly road trips, but the car rides were his favorite part. Patton had this cute habit of humming; never loud, just a soft, constant melody that would inevitably lull Remy to- well not quite sleep, but peace. It was something better than sleep, something more like perfectly calm contentedness.  

Patton was humming now, quietly narrating every turn and pass- “First I slow down so you can get past me. And then I put my blinker on and sneak into that lane.”  Remy was sitting with his head resting on the doorframe and his eyes closed but he couldn’t resist smiling at Patton’s voice.

Patton must have caught him because Remy felt a hand run through his hair and scratch lightly at his undercut, “I thought you were sleeping.”

Remy shifted into the touch without opening his eyes, “Yeah well, I thought you were driving.”

Patton chuckled and moved his hand back to the wheel. Remy moved in the direction he knew Patton’s hand had retreated to and tried to glare up at the other man. Try being the operative word. It was hard to even appear upset when Patton was looking so angelic. His blue eyes sparkled as he stared straight ahead at the never ending road and his lips were quirked just slightly into a grin.  The sunlight danced through his hair, giving him shimmering highlights as it turned the brown segments into gold.

Patton glanced down and smiled as he made eye contact with Remy. He realized with a shake of his head that he had been staring. Patton brought his hand back to the top of Remy’s head, gently gripping the dark brown locks between his fingers and scratching at his scalp with blunt fingernails.

Remy melted at the touch. He leaned across the center console and probably would have crawled into Patton’s lap if he could’ve.

Patton was openly laughing now, “Good lord, Rem, you’re like an overly friendly cat.”

Remy could tell Patton was trying to get a reaction out of him and decided it would be far more entertaining just to ignore his boyfriend.

Patton tried to pull away but Remy clamped his hand over top of his head, effectively trapping Patton’s fingers in his hair.

“Remy, I need to drive!” Patton laughed again but Remy could hear a slight edge on his voice, “Go back to sleep.”

Remy relented, letting go of Patton’s hand and moving his knees to face outward. But he refused to close his eyes. It was far too tempting to keep staring at Patton for the rest of the trip.

Patton looked adorable when he concentrated. His brows scrunched together and sometimes he stuck his tongue out like a little kid. The streaming sunlight filtered in and out of Patton’s eyes, transforming them from light crystal blue to deep turquoise.

Remy wasn’t sure how long he stared and he didn’t really care. It was a lovely thing to be able loose focus watching his boyfriend. He had long since lost shame over staring; Patton was too beautiful to resist.

Remy was shaken out of his stupor when he felt the car pull over at the side of the road. He looked out the window, surprised to find absolutely nothing for miles ahead and behind them.

“Why are we stopping?”

Patton raised an eyebrow, “You can’t expect me to focus on driving when you’ve got your eyes on me like that.”

“Oh sorry, I-“

Remy’s sarcastic comment was cut off by Patton’s mouth. It took Remy’s slightly dazed mind a moment to realize he was being kissed. Obviously they had kissed before, but Remy never got tired of it. Patton was soft and slow and somehow reminded Remy of the pastel sky above them and it still was one of the most intense things Remy had ever had the honor to experience.

When Patton finally broke away, Remy was more lightheaded than before. He decided to blame it on the lack of oxygen because that was a lot less embarrassing than the truth.

Patton gave him a light shove and turned back into the lane, “Now go to sleep and stop distracting me.”

“Yeah. Yep. Definitely doing that.”

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When Remy woke up again the sky was a deep indigo tinged with purple and the constant rumble of the car had stopped.

And Patton was leaning into his lap, planting a trail of kisses along his jawline.

Remy laughed, confused but not exactly disliking the experience, “What are you doing?”

“Waking you up,” Patton had taken a moment to wink at Remy but had since begun attacking his face again.

He glanced around, taking in the hotel parking lot they were parked in. The yellow fluorescent street lamps turned the late dusk purple. A moth bumped along the windshield after getting bored of their headlights. In front of them, a field stretched forward in that deep shade of green that you could only find in Midwestern summers.

“It’s beautiful here.”

Patton hummed from where he had migrated to Remy’s neck.

“Nearly as beautiful as you.”

Remy could feel Patton’s smile against his skin. He forced the other man to break away, softly gripping his chin and tilting his head up, “Want to go exploring with me?”

“Wouldn’t do it with anyone else,” Patton leaned forward to peck Remy on the lips once more before clambering out of the car and running off into the field.

Remy chuckled, watching his love for one more second before following through the dusky haze. He hoped Patton had already checked in with the hotel because it looked like it’d be a while before they were back.

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Remy: Slay him. Make that nerd your bitch, gurl.

Patton: Do what now

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Rating sander sides ships (Patton edition)

(I tried to rate all the ships including Patton but there a lot so I probably missed some)

logicality: 8/10 really cute, these 2 would act like everyone’s mom and dad

royality: ��8/10 these 2 give me Disney prince and princess vibes together 

moxiety: 6/10 I used to really like this ship cause it’s kinda cute but its no longer my cup of tea 

intruality: 7/10 could be cute as a platonic ship but can’t see it as a romantic tho

 moceit: 9/10  you cant tell me these two wouldn’t be wine moms together 

mosleep: 0/10 nothing wrong with it just not my cup of tea

patcani: 5/10 soft bois doing soft boi things only 5 points because this is my first time trying to see them as a couple but they would be kinda cute together 

patton x roman x janus: 10/10 these 3 would be very cute together  lots of fluff

Lamp: 10/10 very cute

dlamp: 10/10 still very cute

drlamp: 10/10 very cute as long as Remus and Roman aren’t dating

roman edition logan edition virgil edition remus edition  janus edition

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List of TS Character Two-Way Ships Names

This is a complete list for all the two-way ship names for the main TS characters (The Sides, Character Thomas, Remy/Sleep, and Emile Picani). Rarepair names were checked for usage.

Side x Side

Prinxiety

Logicality

Moxiety

Logince

Analogical

Royality

Anxceit

Moceit (sometimes Patceit)

Loceit

Roceit (sometimes Princeit)

Demus/Dukeceit

Dukexiety

Intrulogical/Lomus

Intruality (sometimes Moduke)

Remrom/Romrem* (if romantic) / Creativitwins (if platonic)

*I'd like to note that I'm including this ship for completeness purposes only.

Remy/Sleep ships

Remile

Sleepxiety (sometimes refers to the ship with TS shorts anxiety) (sometimes Anxsleep)

Losleep

Mosleep/Sleepality

Rosleep/Creativisleep

Intrusleep/Dukesleep

Remceit/Sleepceit/Desleep

Remas/Sleepmas

Emile Picani ships

Remile

Patmile (sometimes Patcani)

Romile (sometimes Rocani)

Lomile

Virmile

Emceit

Intrumile

Thomile

Character Thomas ships

Thvi (sometimes Thomxiety)

Thomceit

Romas

Thomgan

Patmas/Patthomas

Intrumas

Remas/Sleepmas

Thomile

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Snakes and Scandals (Pt.2)

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Virgil woke up and stretched in his bed, looking up at the stained ceiling and narrowing his eyes. He only had the job for three days, but by gods was he ready to get paid so he could get out.

He pulled on a black t-shirt and ripped jeans, dragging a hoodie over his arms and pulling the hood over his head. He slipped his shoes on and headed outside, where Remus was waiting in a car, a shorter man with brown hair and pink tips sitting next to him, head leaning on his shoulder.

"How ya doin Virgie?" Said Remus, flashing a grin.

"Great," Virgil said in a monotone voice, collapsing into the back seat.

"I'd like to introduce you to my fiance Emile," said Remus, nodding his head towards the smaller man.

"Pleasure to meet you Virgil! Remus has told me so much about you!" Emile said excitedly.

"Nice to meet you to," said Virgil, not really paying attention to what was going on.

When he arrived at work Roman was leaning over the receptionist's desk pointing excitedly at a newspaper article. His smile only broadened when he noticed Virgil, rushing over to him immediately.

"Look Virgil! Your first article!" Roman said. Virgil took the paper out of his hands and glanced at it. There he was, clear as day on the front, one of the photos Roman had posted on social media. He glanced over the caption, which mostly seemed focused on his current situation and lack of decent living conditions.

"Isnt it great! You're finally getting noticed!" Roman, as was apparent now, did not know how to read signals.

Virgil felt his chest tighten, the room seemed to be getting blurry.

"But I cant- in the papers- how do they even- this isn't," he couldn't breath, no matter how much he tried to.

Roman's face turned to one of extreme concern, he held his arm out for Virgil to lean against. Virgil latched onto it like his life depended on it.

"Virge I'm so sorry- usually Jan and I can turn all this tabloid stuff in our favor- I suppose I shouldnt have assumed you'd be unaffected by it as well," Roman said.

"I-Its not your fault- does anybody have a water bottle?" Between the blurriness of the room and Virgil's own rapid blinking, it was hard to see anything until he felt a cold water bottle in his hand. He downed nearly half the bottle before sitting down.

"Logan, reschedule my media appointment, I'm going to need to have a talk about protections for my models," said Roman, Logan nodded and went back to typing on his computer.

"Roman? What's going on?" Virgil looked up at the sound of Janus' voice.

"Virgil got his first dose if tabloid today," said Roman, hand still resting on Virgil's shoulder.

"Oh you poor thing. . ." Janus said, the room went dark as Virgil was pulled into his embrace, his cape shielding him from the rest of the world.

"So what brings you here Jan? Dont you have your own line to get back to?" Roman said.

"I will, but I wanted to check on Virgil after the article release, the things people say about the poorer population these days." There was a hint of anger in Janus' voice.

"You- actually care?" Virgil said quietly.

"Of course I do! Why wouldnt I?" Janus said exasperatedly.

Virgil opened his mouth to respond, but there wasnt anything he could think to say.

"Well this next line is entirely affordable, so weird frilly stuff, just t-shirts jeans sneakers and jackets," said Roman.

"Careful Roman, I'm still the enemy arent I?" Said Janus. Roman laughed slightly, brushing him off.

"You let me know when you're ok to work ok Vivi?" Said Roman. Virgil nodded and watched as he left, sinking into Janus' arms immediately afterwards.

"Oh Virgil I'm so sorry," Virgil held a finger up to Janus' mouth to stop him from talking about it anymore.

"Alright, I'll stop, I'm sorry Vi," Janus said, running his fingers through Virgil's hair. Virgil smiled and sunk into his grip, purring slightly like an overgrown cat. Janus smiled, humming slightly, though it sounded more like several snakes hissing melodically.

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[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Snakes and Scandals (Pt.4)

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Virgil had gotten used to the magazine's flooding onto his doorstep, to seeing his, Roman's, and Janus' faces on the covers. It took him some time to truly realize how ridiculous the stories were. Though it was, of course, nearly impossible to find privacy. If he and Janus wanted to go to a restraunt they'd be followed for hours, at one point during a beach date a girl had run up to Janus to confess her undying love. He had laughed it off until she had insulted Virgil to his face, at which point he and Virgil decided to make an escape.

But his favorite part of his new connections was the parties. Games, drinking, he could hardly get enough of it all.

"Ok, truth or dare," Roman said from one side of the table, eyes trained on Janus.

"Hmmmm, I think I'll go wiiiiitttthhh- dare," he said, smirking.

"Alright, I dare you to switch makeup products with me for a week," Roman said, grinning. Janus looked like he'd been slapped across the face, causing a snicker from Virgil. Janus glared at him, Virgil shut his mouth immeadietly and fumbled with the strings of his new hoodie.

"Fine," Janus said, with a growl that sent shivers down Virgil's spine. He reached into the bag he'd brought with him and pulled out his makeup supplies, Roman running off to do the same.

Tonight's sleepover was, obviously, at Roman's house, and would be lasting a week.

"Ok, now Virgil, truth or dare," Janus smiled, revealing the abnormally long canines on the left side of his mouth.

"Dare- I'm not a coward," Virgil said, though anyone with eyes could tell this particular statement was false.

"I dare you, to sit in my lap for the rest of the match," Virgil didnt see how this was that bad of a dare, after all Janus was nearly two feet taller than him, he was basically a giant pillow.

But the moment he sat down, Janus' hands were at his sides and he was peppering his neck with kisses.

"JaAnnn- th a t wasnt the dA-" Virgil could barely form a proper sentence from how hard he was laughing. The rest of the table was watching the couple with smiles on their faces. Virgil noticed distinctly that Patton had moved his chair slightly closer to Emile than Remy.

"Ok, I'm done,"Janus said, placing one last kiss on Virgil's neck before folding his hands back on the table.

As it turned out, truth or dare was the most tame of games they would play that day, with the others being spin the bottle, twister, and seven minutes in heaven.

So here Virgil was, sitting on a tower of shoe boxes with Janus in one of the biggest closets he'd ever seen. Roman could probably live just in here if he werent- well- Roman.

"So what do you wanna do?" Virgil said, tilting his head slightly.

"I bet they're expecting us to do something weird," Janus said with a slight laugh.

"Well Remus probably is, but if it's all the same to you I'd rather just make out or something," Virgil said.

"That can be arranged," Janus replied, picking Virgil off of the shoe boxes and holding him close. Their lips locked together, Virgil wrapped his arms around Janus' neck, standing on his toes. Sometimes he felt bad about how much time he and Janus spent like this, like maybe their relationship wasnt based on the right foundations. But the feeling of Janus' arms around him, holding him close, one hand running through his hair, that usually made him rethink his assumptions.

He was almost disappointed when the time went off, but regardless, he and Janus' lips parted, and they walked back into the living room.

"Alright! Next up on the itinerary-"

"Sleep?" Logan cut Roman off mid sentence.

"Aaawww, baby, if you were tired you couldve told me sooner," Roman said, ruffling Logan's fluffy brown hair.

"Alright I'm gonna get Logie to bed, but when I get back its makeover time!" Roman said, smiling.

"'m a little tired to," said Emile, who was leaning against Remus.

"Maybe it's best if we leave the makeovers for tomorrow, Roman," Janus said.

"Ok- I guess you're right," Roman said with a shrug. Each couple went their separate ways, chatting quietly about the day.

Night time with Janus was much better than night time without anyone in Virgil's mind. With Janus he could bury his head in his chest, feel his arms around his waist, he could feel safe, rather than cold and alone. Janus was rubbing small circles into Virgil's back, his head buried in the crook of Virgil's neck.

"Did you have fun today Vivi?" Janus said, Virgil shivered at the feeling of his breath on his neck.

"Mhm," Virgil replied, before drifting off to sleep.

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Oauahjajajs I read it as Snakes and Sandals and I was sat there for a good 6 second wondering what the heck I was about to read until I realised lmaoo-

Snakes and Scandals (Pt.1)

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Virgil Blanche hated a lot of things, that was a given. He was, after all, an extremely poor twenty-two year old man living in the slums of a high-end empire city. Every day he would sit through nearly ten hours of abuse from costumers who were raised to think they were better than everyone else, and even the ones who weren't born rich were corrupted very quickly.

"Excuse me? Is this still eligible for a return? I tried at another store and they rejected me but I only bought it a few days ago," Virgil merely sighed at the hat and scarf clad man in front of him.

"If you bought it less than two months ago its eligible for return, if someone told you it wasn't you can file a complaint," Virgil never spoke very clearly, but he appreciated the man at least pretending to understand what he was saying.

"Thank you," it was at this point Virgil seemed to register that the man was speaking with a slight russian accent.

"Have a nice day," Virgil said in a monotone voice.

The day continued as all days working in customer service usually did, of course, had Virgil checked his calendar, maybe he would've realized that it was National Frame a Retailer For Flirting With You day. He didn't have much time to react, whoever the girl who'd used him as a cheating scapegoat was, she was very quiet, and her boyfriend was very fast.

"You tryna make her look dumb? Huh? Is that what you want?" Virgil tried to protest but ended up with a faceful of knuckles instead.

He should've known it wouldn't end well for him, at least he wasnt dead, but now he had a bloody face and was sitting in the managers office, waiting to hear his fate.

"So you punched him?" Virgil's boss was very stereotypical, blonde, bob-cut, light brown eyes, and Virgil knew she hated him. She always acted excited about his new piercings or tattoos, and of course she congratulated him when she found out he'd finally managed to afford top surgery after saving up since age fourteen. But he could tell it was all fake. He wasn't social enough for customer service, after all.

"In self defense, only after he broke my nose," Virgil responded. His manager pursed her lips together, glaring slightly from behind her glasses.

"And you are aware they intended to sue, yes?" Virgil gritted his teeth,of course they were, after all, why attack a store employee if you didn't want to sue them, or, at least, if you didn't want free starbucks every time you showed up.

"No, I wasn't, because they attacked me first," Virgil said calmly.

"I'm sorry Virgil but I'm going to have to fire you," there was no hiding the look of pure glee on the managers face as she delivered the news.

Virgil merely set his name tag on the table and left, all the while clutching his face. It burned, badly, some people needed to go to the gym less.

"You alright dude?" Virgil moved his hand to look at the man in front of him. Tall, skinny, with a mustache on his face and a white streak in his hair. The man had a worried look on his face, though his eyes conveyed a vague crazed look.

"Yeah, sure," Virgil said. He was about to walk away when the taller man grabbed his arm.

"Come with me, I'll help clean you up," Virgil was honestly to tired to argue, so instead he merely followed.

"Roman! I think I found you a new model! A little bruised up but I think he'll be ok soon enough!" Virgil had stopped listening after 'model'.

"Wait wait wait wait wait- I am definitely not a model-" Virgil tried to shrink in on himself.

"Well of course you arent yet! Oh Remus you life saver look at him! He's brilliant!" A boy who looked similar to the one with the mustache rushed out from behind a pillar, planting a kiss on the receptionists cheek as he ran.

Remus smiled, "I'll go get some ice packs and bandages, you two can talk," he said, running off.

"Roman Prince-Duke, head of Rome Fashion Company," Roman said, holding a hand out.

"Virgil Blanche, head of confused and worried emotions company," Virgil said, Roman let out a laugh.

"So what happened? If you're comfortable sharing that is," Roman said, gesturing to Virgil's face.

"Girl got her boyfriend to attack me at work for the sake of coupons," Virgil said, shrugging.

"Oh dear. . ." Roman said, his face falling slightly.

A few minutes later Virgil was sitting on a bench with ice pressed against his face and Roman listening intently as the receptionist told him what he should do.

"Gods Lolo you're so cute when you're being smart," Roman said, smiling and leaning his elbow on his knee, head pressed against his hand. The receptionist's face flushed with color.

Virgil honestly wasn't sure how calling him a model wasn't a joke, yet here he was sitting in the lobby waiting for Roman.

"Alright Virgil! Let's get you ready for your first shoot shall we?" Roman brought Virgil up by the hand, spinning him slightly before guiding him to another room.

"Lucky for you we have plenty of outfits in your size," Roman said.

"Mention my height and the fabric scissors might find their way up your nose," Virgil growled. Being 4'8 never exactly helped his case, he didn't normally get aggressive easily but it was a bit touchy for him.

"Oh dont worry, I learned my lesson with Lo on our first date," Roman said.

An hour or so later Virgil was dressed in a purple sleeveless top with black lace along the neckline, a black corset, ruffled black skirts, and black boots with heels. It felt, nice, and Virgil wasnt sure why. Normally he hated the way he looked in everything, but for once in his life he felt like royalty.

"Remy! I've got a new model for you!" Roman said as they entered another room with all manner of different sets and cameras set up.

A man with a leather jacket and sunglasses popped out from behind one, jaw dropping slightly "Roman you SAINT! Where'd you find him?!" Remy said, circling Virgil and looking him up and down.

"That credit goes to Remus, speaking of which, I've got business to attend to, you boys have fun," Roman said, turning on his heel to leave, the nearly floor length skirt of his outfit sweeping behind him.

"Alright babes you look like you're about to pass out right now so let's take a little break m'kay?" Remy walked with Virgil to a room that seemed primarily composed of bean bags.

They sat there for a while, Remy asking him questions and telling him his own stories. Before suddenly he got up and held a hand out for him. Virgil took it and allowed himself to be lead to a set covered in giant mushrooms and flowers. Remy spent a few minutes posting him, bringing out a few props for him to prop his arms on.

"Now just relax and give me a smile, you look like you're good at subtle, let's try some of those first," said Remy from behind the camera.

Virgil started out the shoot wishing it would be over already, but by the end he couldnt seem to stop looking at his own reflection in the camera lens.

"Oh Jan's going to lose it when he sees these!" Roman said, looking through the pictures from his phone.

"Who's Jan?-" Virgil said, tilting his head slightly.

"Oh you probably know him as Dimitri, he's a rival of mine," Roman handed Virgil a magazine, one scan of the front cover and Virgil recognized the man from a week ago, he was wearing the same hat and scarf as before. He read the caption above it. "Dimitri Gabriel to release new line inspired by endangered reptile species, all proceeds to go to preservation funding, no real scales used," he handed the article back to Roman.

"I've seen that guy, he was returning something the day I got fired," Virgil said.

"Oh even better! He'll recognize you!" Said Roman.

"Wait where are these even going?" Virgil said.

"My stylegram, you dont seem like the type who likes runways, so Remus and I have decided you'll be a social media model," Roman said.

"Well- guess I better make my own account then," Virgil said, pulling out his own phone.

It was only a few minutes before the comments flooded in, he recognized Janus' face, though his handle still conveyed his name as Dimitri. His face flushed red at the compliments. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but the feeling that Janus was impressed by his looks gave him an intense sensation of joy.

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