#sanders sides college au

[puzzle-masx]

They’re walking home <3

(Bonus under cut)

[bastard-aziraphale]

the girlies...... <3 anamoceit is really just Unironically my ot3 at this point <3 love some romantic moxiety + their QPP janus who would die for either of them at a moment’s notice <3 

[monkeythefander]

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

[mousemalfunction]

The first additions to my college au headcanons!!

Logan and Pattons designs are done!! I'm working on the twins next!!

[lefaystrent]

Virgil/Remus college roommates AU

It's Remus's third year of college. He's majoring in a medical field because it's gross and cool, and he knows human anatomy like the back of his hand.

Remus's major is not his first choice or second or third. But it is the choice that he could live with along with hopefully making his parents proud.

Somehow, his parents still think he's an embarrassment to the family. They often compare him to his twin brother, Roman, who gained major success as a child actor.

It's not Roman's fault, and Roman tries, but there's an unresolved part of Remus that's jealous and wishes he had any attention at all.

Remus has been through a few roommates. They usually request a transfer the first month in. Either Remus is too crass or too loud or too nosey or too gross. Too much in general.

Remus doesn't know how else to be but himself. He's proud of who he is. Doesn't make it any less lonely or easy to make friends.

Remus has one singular friend. Janus who's not even a student at this college, but he does some work for some students for under-the-table pay. Otherwise known as plagiarizing papers for the tired or lazy masses.

Remus meets Janus because someone recommended him as a tutor. Janus never corrects him and continues tutoring him.

Beginning his third year of college in the dorms, Remus does not have high hopes for his new roomie. Mostly he is excited to see how long the new guy will last. Remus gets set up in the room first and waits for whenever his roomie will appear.

The new roomie is Virgil. He's an undecided major, wears an oversized hoodie, has anxiety out the wazoo, and is the cutest emo he has ever seen.

Remus has a type. His type is angry kitten. He does not realize he has a type until this moment. He kinda wants to really keep this one.

Virgil doesn't mind taking the leftover bed, so Remus doesn't have to move his stuff. Virgil's dad is also there to help his son move in. His dad is a therapist (psst, it's Emile), and is like the total opposite to his son in terms of attire and personality.

Virgil is also really close with his dad. It's clear as day in the way he waddles after him like a darkling duck while giving Remus apprehensive glances.

Remus tries to be on his best behavior, he really does. He offers to help them carry stuff, and Emile is delighted, and Remus cracks some jokes that they actually laugh at a couple of times.

Before Emil leaves, he asks Remus to take care of his son. Remus salutes him seriously and says it will be his honor.

As soon as the door closes, Virgil's timidness skyrockets. He admits that this is his first year living on campus and without his dad. Even though Emile promised he's only a phone call away and he doesn't live that far, it's still a lot for a kid to be thrust out of the nest.

Remus cheers him up by asking if he wants to see his bone collection. Yes, you heard him right. He collects bones of dead things. They're stored under his bed which he affectionately refers to as the boneyard.

Virgil rolls with it. He lets Remus chatter, and he doesn't interrupt him. Remus thinks he doesn't know what to say to break the ice, so Remus smashes all the ice for him.

Remus learns that despite this being Virgil's first year on campus, he already has enough credits under his belt to graduate and then some. Apparently, he's been racking them up at breakneck speed with online classes ever since he graduated high school early.

It was Emile's idea for him to attend university life, to push him out of his shell and make friends. Virgil has been homeschooled most of his life because he can't handle crowds and other kids are the worst. He wants to try this for his dad though, to at least be able to say he put effort into it.

Remus respects that. He doesn't understand anxiety. He's so used to throwing himself out there. Who doesn't like attention? But attention makes Virgil nervous so Remus makes a solid attempt to not pay attention to him.

Which of course makes it all the harder. He overcompensates and comes on too strong. He babbles one night their first week into classes about a documentary he watched on Ted Bundy which leads into John Winn Gacey, and then on to the Zodiac Killer.

Virgil stops him at some point, eyes like saucers. "Do you realize you've been talking for over an hour about serial killers?"

Remus thinks this is the part where Virgil applies to switch roommates on the grounds that Remus is secretly a murderer. But instead, Virgil admits he's impressed by how much he knows and asks if he's ever watched Buzzfeed Unsolved.

And then they bond over watching shows together, and Virgil calls his dad and gushes about it, and Remus feels his stomach do a little flip at how happy Virgil seems to want to share this.

It becomes a thing where Virgil calls his dad and gives him updates not only about his life but Remus. Emile always asks about him and tells Virgil to tell him hi.

Remus is dumbfounded. He can't imagine calling his folks every month, let alone every day.

The two of them find a routine after the first week. By which, that means they have no routine. Virgil is a chronic insomniac and Remus can sleep through anything. Whenever Remus catches Virgil finally asleep, he either steps out of the room or sits completely still on pain of death. It helps that Virgil often wears his headphones and blasts music.

There's a time when Remus returns early to their dorm room and hears the slight, muffled sound of Virgil's music coming from Virgil's closet. Curious, Remus opens the closet to find that Virgil has made a blanket nest for himself inside and is fast asleep. Remus closes the door back gently and never tells Virgil that he knows about his super secret napping spot.

For Virgil's part, he doesn't know what to make of Remus for the first few weeks. Remus is flamboyant and proud in his masculinity even when wearing booty shorts. He sings like a hyena and he has those weird 3am pillow talk thoughts but like all the time.

He's also so random that even when Virgil feels anxious, it somehow gets him laughing more often than not. Remus beams during these moments and doubles down, usually becoming even more ridiculous.

Remus notices early on that Virgil skips meals. He doesn't think that it's an eating disorder or anything, because he eats whatever snacks Remus throws at him. Remus is smart though, more clever than people give him credit for, and his eyes often gravitate towards his favorite little emo.

Remus begins escorting Virgil to the food court. Virgil starts eating regular meals again now that he doesn't have to brave the swarms of people alone. The first time the food court is too congested indoors even with a buddy, Virgil crowds close to Remus and holds onto his arm and trusts him to steer them through.

Remus starts offering his hand whenever things get too claustrophobic. Virgil is surprised the first time, because guys don't just hold hands like that. But Remus is far from normal, and Virgil never claimed to be, so he takes the hand when it's offered. He can't look anyone in the eyes while they hold hands, but Virgil refuses to let go.

Holding hands with Virgil quickly becomes Remus's favorite activity. So much that he offers even when they're not around other people. Virgil doesn't always take it, but it makes him go soft in a way that Remus relishes.

Virgil went into university life initially thinking that he would hate it. After some weeks with Remus, he finds enjoyment. He's happy, and his classes are fun, and he never thought he'd befriend someone like Remus. At least, he thinks they're friends. Remus wouldn't hold his hand if they weren't at least friends, right?

Eventually, Remus admits to some of his struggles with his school work. Janus helps, but he's not knowledgeable in every subject(aka, Janus is flying by the seat of his pants and Remus doesn't realize it). Virgil agrees to help for the price of sour Skittles.

Remus learns quickly how Virgil has so many credits. Virgil's got that thing where he reads super fast and has a photographic memory.

"You have super powers," Remus accusses.

Virgil flushes and mutters something about it not being fair that he has built in cheat codes. He seems to be under the impression that this detracts from his successes and that he's not very intelligent.

Remus endeavors to prove him wrong any chance he gets. He compliments him often and praises him for helping him so much. He wants to show that Virgil's effort is its own merit. And Remus proves it to him because his grades do start improving in the courses he struggles with.

There's one night that they stay up late working on one of Remus's research papers. It's worth over a quarter of his grade, so it has to be good. He's got it printed out and ready to take to class, only he gets terribly distracted when getting ready that morning and runs out the door without it.

Virgil wakes up and spots the super important paper on Remus's desk five minutes before Remus's class starts.

Remus is very surprised to see Virgil show up to his class, panting for air and paper in hand.

"You sprinted across campus to bring this to me?" Remus asks, incredulous.

Virgil shrugs, wiping sweat from his brow, "You worked really hard on it."

That's the moment that Remus thinks he falls a little bit in love.

[naminethewriter]

Monstrously Simple Days at College - Masterpost

I am participating in the @xts-reverse-bangx! This story is based on artwork of @prince-rowan-of-the-forest who supplied me with the Sides species and pronouns as well as the setting. She helped me brainstorm some worldbuilding and I ran everything by her, which was a lot of fun! I hope you enjoy what we cooked up 🥰

Summary: Humans and Monsters live together in harmony and that means they all get to go to college together. Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Logan and Patton are big group of friends that may be a bit chaotic with all the different monster cultures they hail from. College itself is hard too, but with them all supporting each other, it can't be that bad, can it?

A collection of lighthearted scenes from their second year at college!

Tags: Platonic DLAMPR, Romantic Anaroceit, Romantic Intrulogical, Fluff, Slice of Life, Monster AU, College AU, No Hurt All Comfort, Genderfluid Roman, Nonbinary Remus, Nonbinary Virgil, Nonbinary Logan

Here's the link to Rowan's Artwork and the link to the story on Ao3!

Chapter One: Welcome Back

Chapter Two: Platonic Cuddling at Midnight

Chapter Three: Don't Disturb the Witch

Chapter Four: An Unusual Trade

Chapter Five: Dragon Scales

Chapter Six: Entirely Scientific Interest

And a last thank you to @edupunkn00b, my beta reader for this story! 🍀

My writing masterpost

[pencilpat]

Remus and Remus from my human AU in some funky outfits! :D

refs: x x x x

[sanderssidesficprompts]

Law student Janus is stressed out about a big upcoming test, so his boyfriend (or boyfriends) decided to help him study (up to you if they actually study or not)

[edupunkn00b]

The Gremlin and His Pocket Protector

Photo by Sean Bernstein via Unsplash

[ AO3 ] - Rated: G - WC: - CW: mild language - written for @ashtonisvibing in the Seasons Skirmish

Remus asks his brother's best friend to be his date at his roller rink birthday party.

“Hey, Pocket Protector! Wait up!” Remus called from the top step. Logan looked up just in time to catch him sliding down the banister separating them. He landed with a thud inches from Logan's feet, chains adorning his jacket clanking against the battered collection of buttons and patches that covered most of the worn leather.

“You are aware I do not even wear a pocket protector, correct?” Logan bit back a more acerbic reply as he glared at his best friend’s strange brother.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking back as though nothing could matter less than reality. “Your point?” Remus leaned in, one hand pressed against the wall just over his shoulder. The stream of students leaving that floor’s lecture halls flowed around them, parted like the sea by Remus’ shock of bright green hair topping his 6’4” frame.

“What do you want, Remus?” he inched toward his left, eyes searching for a break in the traffic for his chance to escape this conversation. He’d long ago gone through all the stages of Remus Avoidance: ignoring, shouting, even tattling when they’d all been back in grade school together. 

Unfortunately, the endless tenacity that had somehow gotten Remus into the same university as his inarguably superior twin was just as easily directed to his apparent favorite pastime: annoying the hell out of Logan.

“I want you to come as my date to my birthday party, of course!” Remus said, shoving a crumpled version of the invitation he’d helped Roman design into his hand.

Logan blinked up his’ manic smile before staring down at the gold foil invitation. “Your…”

“My date, yeah,” Remus nodded, squeezing in a little closer as a gaggle of freshmen moved behind him, nattering away about an upcoming final. “You’re going, aren’t you?”

“Yes, of course I’m going!” A flash of irritation, too strong to hide, sharpened his tone. Remus didn’t seem to notice. Or care. “I am co-hosting the event.” The green-haired gremlin just nodded, smiling with too much teeth. “For your brother.”

“Oh, I know that,” he cackled, half-heartedly punching his shoulder. “But he’s got his own date already. I want you to be my date.”

“I am not attracted to your—” The lie died on his lips. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. He wasn’t attracted to Roman.

Thankfully, Remus was too distracted, staring up at a commotion on the landing above them. He briefly imagined he’d heard Roman’s voice, but his wish for an easy escape from this conversation he was in no way ready—would never be ready—to have was just that. A wish.

“So is that a ‘yes?’” Remus asked, smiling back at him.

“No, that is a ‘no.’” Logan said firmly, holding his books close to his chest as he worked his way into the crown leaving the building.

“But I’ll see you there!” Remus called after him, giddy with whatever scheme he’d devised to harass Logan further.

Logan didn’t bother to answer and instead moved with the crowd out to the Quad and off to his next class. He barely noticed the invitation still gripped tightly in his hand.

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Remus grinned as he watched Logan maneuver his way through the throngs of slow-moving students. “It’s never going to work,” Roman said from the landing above, leaning over the railing to be heard over the midday tumult.

“Of course it is,” Remus countered, hoisting himself up and over the railing before taking the stairs up, three steps at a time. He shrugged, still smiling, at his brother. “He’s gonna be there, isn’t he?”

“He’s throwing the party!” Roman cried, eyes wide. “And since when do you actually like my friends?”

“Ew, I don’t,” he laughed, heading down the stairs and toward the door where Logan had just escaped. Roman followed, too much of a nosy bitch to let him get far. When the door swung open to release a squad of jostling frat boys, Remus caught just a glimpse of Logan’s raven hair out on the quad, shining in the sun. “Just that one.”

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Heavy bass pounded inside the roller rink, muffled but not silenced by the door Logan let close behind him. He leaned against it, the June night air cooler than he’d feared. Or maybe it was just cooler outside compared to the muggy heat of fifty of Roman and Remus’ closest friends bouncing off of one another inside the crowded venue.

At least Logan had been able to convince Roman to limit the guest list with a Pairs Event theme. Even if it meant he would sit out most of the skating. But that was satisfactory. Logan had had his fill at actual skate competitions back in high school.

All things considered, the party wasn’t bad and there were parts Logan genuinely found enjoyable. It seemed Remus’ big plan had been to stand him up—Roman’s chaotic twin hadn’t bothered to show up for his own birthday party. Logan sighed and leaned a little heavier against the door. All the more reason to ignore the little spark that danced through his mind whenever he spotted that tuft of neon green.

A giggling couple approached, side-walking up the steps toward the entrance. Their mocked-up ‘competitor’ bibs half-hanging from their backs, the taller of the pair carried a large bottle partially hidden in a brown paper bag. They paused as they drew nearer, the large ‘Emergency Exit Only’ sign above Logan’s head making for a nice deterrent. He’d chosen his spot carefully, deactivating the alarm for a guaranteed space for air when he needed breaks from the party.

“Couples figure skating begins in fifteen minutes, if you’re ‘competing,’” Logan told them, tapping his watch. Roman’s muted voice buzzed through the gap under the door, his words unintelligible but his excitement palpable. More than likely, he was making the same announcement inside. “Roman’s crafted a secret prize for the winner.”

“Oh, thanks, Lo!” they cheered as they clomped past, taking the long way back to the main entrance. They stumbled slightly, leaning on each other until they turned just out of Logan’s sight.

“Thanks, Lo Lo,” Remus purred, too close to his other side.

Logan jolted, pivoting away too fast for Remus’ outstretched hand. His toe stop squeaked against the floorboards and he glared up at the wayward brother. He'd shed his usual motorcycle jacket and tight ripped jeans and was dressed instead in a long-sleeved green shirt under a deep blue denim vest and matching pants. A bit of sparkle flashed in the denim. It reminded Logan of his old skating competition clothes. What the hell is he playing at? “Where have you been? The party— your— party started over an hour ago!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” he cooed but didn’t move closer. One hand was tucked behind his back, the other hand the railing next to them in a death grip. “Did you miss me?” he asked with a grin, eyebrows dancing in a spot-on imitation of Andrew Scott’s Moriarty.

“Of course not.” Of course he didn’t miss his vaguely derogative nicknames or how he stood too close or stared into his eyes when he spoke. “Roman was looking for you.”

“Eh,” Remus shrugged, his smile falling into a smirk. “So why are you out here? Looking for me, too?”

“No.” Logan looked out over the side parking lot. This vantage point specifically wouldn’t allow him to watch for the approach of Remus’ car or the entrance to see him slither in late to his own birthday party. He couldn’t look for Remus here. “But you are correct,” he muttered. “I should return.”

He turned and side-stepped upstairs. He was half-way up the flight when he noticed the lack of Remus’ skates tromping behind him. Logan looked over his shoulder and Remus had barely moved. “Are you not going inside?”

“Afraid you’ll miss the chance to skate with me?” Remus smirked back. Logan crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. He was certainly not going to entertain the idea just to have Remus play some trick in front of everyone.  “Don’t get your pencils twisted. I’m coming.” He inched forward, one hand still gripping the railing. “Well, not yet, anyway. That would be rude without my date.”

“I’m not your date,” Logan reminded him, frowning at his remark. He waited another long moment and listened as the music shifted and Roman’s voice again filtered through the cracks between the exit doors. “If you wish to see at least some of your birthday party, we should return.”

“Oooh, ‘we…’” Remus laughed, sharp and bright. His smile had gone a little brittle and though he’d slid a little closer, he’d still not joined Logan on the stairs. He would have to let go of the side railing to get any closer, and he seemed… intent on keeping hold of it. Almost as though…

“Remus?” Logan asked, stepping closer. “Remus do you not know how to roller skate?”

“I can skate,” he insisted, hand still wrapped around the rail. “I’m just… just a little rusty.” Remus’ smile finally cracked and he looked up. Logan remained silent. “Fine!” he said, letting go of the railing. Remus slid closer to the first step, perhaps a little wobbly. He reached for the bannister and stepped up to the first stair. “I’ll show you. I’ll just—”

His words cut out when his front wheels spun out, toe stop catching on the edge of the step. His back leg shot out and he slammed to his knees, arms spread and revealing the small wrapped package he’d been hiding behind his back. The box skidded across the floor, a corner of the silver-starred paper tearing.

“Remus?” Logan hop-skipped down the stairs two at a time. He landed near him just as Remus was pushing himself up to sit, back propped against the railing to which he’d been clinging to. “Remus, are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Pocket Protector,” Remus muttered, looking away and brushing the dust off his knees. “Just go in. I’ll…”

Logan had sat beside him and stretched to reach for the small box. “You dropped your present for Roman.”

“Not for Roman,” Remus said, barely audible. “”S for you. If you don’t want it…” He shrugged, the bravado, the teasing, the confidence in his voice evaporated into the night.

“For me?” Logan turned the small package around in his hands. Remus had wrapped it in deep indigo paper and had apparently stamped a star pattern over the finished gift.

Remus shrugged. “You didn’t hafta get me anything this year.”

“Your gift is inside at the party,” Logan said, setting aside the gift and his curiosity. “I wouldn’t bring Roman a gift without one for you, as well.”

“Why?”

Logan didn’t have an answer for that so instead he shifted to face him. “Why did Roman ask for a birthday party at a roller rink if you can’t roller skate?”

“Brotherly love?” Remus’ laugh was hollow. Roman’s voice boomed through the building again, even louder this time. “Dick move, yeah.” He waved Logan on. “You should go in. He is your best friend.”

Logan pushed himself up to one knee and waited for another laugh, another smirk, another ‘Nerd!’ 

Remus was quiet and still wouldn‘t look at him. Logan pushed to his feet and turned his foot, bracing himself. He reached for Remus’ hands with both of his. “Not without my date,” he said.

Remus’ head shot up, eyes narrowed. “Getting me back for the time I put isotropic polymers in your chem lab final?”

Logan dropped his hands. “I thought that was you!” The music inside the rink shifted into a fanfare and Logan let out a slow breath. “No. I will not exact my revenge for that event tonight.” He crouched and took Remus’ hands, then stood, skates braced against each other as he helped him to his feet.

“Tonight,” he said, his own smile matching Remus’ tentative grin. “Tonight let’s show your brother how much of a dick move that was.”

“You really are my Pocket Protector, aren’t you?” Remus laughed.

Hands still wrapped around Remus’, Logan pushed his right hand back as he pulled the left closer, spinning the taller man until he faced the wall. “Tomorrow, you should watch your back.”

Still laughing, Remus nodded. “You got it, nerd.”

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Full gift exchange series

[thefuzzzz]

Summary: "Now wait a minute Virgil, let's just try a rehearsal with Roman. Just once. If you hate it, you don't have to do it ever again,' Patton reasoned.

"There is no way in hell I am doing anything with Roman Prince."

Logan adjusted his clipboard. "Why do you feel the need to say his whole name every time?"

"That's beside the point!"

Roman threw his hands up exasperatedly. Virgil waved him off, deciding to ignore him. There was no way this was worse for him than it was for Virgil.

"Just once," Thomas said. "Just one run through the show."

Virgil sighed. He pinched his nose. "Fine. Once."

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A college + community theater au where Virgil is bullied into joining a community theater by his roommate, Patton, and forced into an unlikely friendship with his sworn enemy.

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This fic was written for the @sandersidesbigbang ! I had a ton of fun with this event and got the opportunity to work with two amazing people!

@loganisanobody was my beta reader and artist. This fic would not be the same without their help with the storyline and I can’t thank them enough for their beautiful art.

@zombiesandbells was my artist. She is so talented her art absolutely blew me away. I think it beautifully captures the scene and gives so much personality to it.

Thank you to both of my partners and the amazing people running this event! I can’t wait to participate again next time.

(Tags, ratings, and trigger warnings below the cut)

Rating: General audiences

Archive warning: no archive warnings apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil & Creativity | Roman & Logic | Logan & Morality Patton, Anxiety | Virgil & Creativity | Roman & Logic | Logan & Morality | Patton & Thomas Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders

Characters: Anxiety / Virgil Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Logic Logan Sanders, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Theater AU, community theater au, small tw for a non-detailed panic attack in one chapter, prinxiety centric, College AU, Fluff, Romeo and Juliet. thing., Classic trope of actor gets sick so techie is forced to play the lead with the star

Language: English

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

“I Keep You Safe From Me”

(Title inspired by lyrics from the song “Liar” by Paramore || “Liar” is basically Virgil and Logan’s theme song for right now haha)

Chapter one: New Beginnings

(This is pretty short, sorry! But longer chapters are coming I promise!!)

Ship: slow burn romantic Analogical

CW/TW: weed, a bit of self deprecating language (barely! blink and you’ll miss it, but it’s there so it’s worth tagging!)

POV: Virgil

(No summary cause I don’t wanna give anything away)

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Virgil sat on the hood of his car, hot Georgia summer sun sinking into his clothes, wrinkled schedule in hand, watching as all the other freshman and their parents rushed to unload boxes upon boxes from everything from old beat-up Range Rovers to new Jeep Wranglers.

It seemed as if it didn’t matter whether it was a double or a single room they were heading to, the boxes just kept coming from the voids of the cars; labels differing between “Winter Clothes” and “Tupperware” passed by him consistently with no sign of stopping. He didn’t move, just watched and listened to the laughter between families.

He hadn’t had anyone to bring him here or help him pack, so he shoved things into boxes and threw them carelessly into the trunk of his Camry.

He tried to ignore the rising feeling of jealousy and contempt in his gut as the joyful tone around him persisted on. He focused on the burning of the hot metal against his legs and stared at his schedule with the intensity of an animal stalking its prey. He knew he had to go in soon, to walk to his dorm and meet his roommates, but he wanted to drag out the inevitable for as long as he could.

He had signed up for early morning classes, hoping to be awake before the others so they wouldn’t bother him.

He watched as the parking lot cleared and a final pair of bodies disappeared behind the tinted double doors. sighing, he checked the time on his phone.

11:36 AM

He quickly shut his phone off, shoving it upside down into his shorts pocket and shoving himself off of the car, grabbing his backpack off of the ground and making his way towards the entrance of the school, leaving all of the boxes in his car out of his mind and shoving open the door upon arrival, he would deal with unpacking later.

He kept his head down, staring at the paper in his hand, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. He was hoping to look as if he was trying to figure out his dorm number even though he had already memorized it prior to moving day.

He stood there for a moment or two, not wanting to move, wanting to go back to his car and camp out there from midday to night. He wanted an education, sure, that’s what he was here for, but he didn’t sign up to be yanked into a building full of strangers even though he already knew how this worked.

When his brother Cosmos got accepted to Harvard he never heard the end of it.

Cosmos was more excited about the partying aspect of life on campus, but on the other hand Virgil never heard the end of it from their parents. it was always about how smart Cosmos was and how intelligent he was for getting into such a prestigious school with a 4.0 and them questioning why he wasn’t trying as hard because he could be just as great as his brother.

What they didn’t know was that he was as great as his aforementioned older sibling, if not better, they just didn’t want to acknowledge that part.

A sudden tap to the shoulder jolted Virgil out of his thoughts, snapping his head up and turning around to see who made the movement.

He was met face to face with a man a few inches taller than him, wearing a solid grey vest and light black button down pants paired with white sneakers. Thin circular glasses outlined his facial features perfectly. Strong jawline, a bit of stubble, gorgeous hazel eyes, a soft smile.

“You’ve been standing here for a few minutes now, do you need help?” The man in front of him spoke, voice clear and concise.

Virgil became all too aware of his disheveled state. Tired eyes, jittery limbs, rocking a MCR t-shirt two sizes too big for him and black shorts with tennis shoes. He smiled at him sheepishly before answering.

He genuinely seemed like he wanted to help and Virgil was honestly willing to take all the help he could get. “Uh..yeah, sorry. I just need to get to room 307 on floor 2” he responded

“Oh? My room is right across from yours, I can show you the way.” the man replied, walking towards a flight of stairs to the left of them.

Virgil followed, the sound of his bag bouncing behind him echoing off of the walls before making it to the second floor and being led to one of the doors.

The hallway wasn’t empty in the slightest. There were no people crowding the space but the chatter filling the air was enough to make it seem as if there were. Doors were open in every direction, peak in and you’d find a mother and father reminiscing over a time when their kid was just learning how to walk and now they were awing over their successes while unpacking t-shirts. It made Virgil feel sick. He shook his head, trying to shake away the hope he once had that maybe, just maybe, his parents stand-offish parental style would change just this once. ‘Stupid.’ He thought to himself.

“This is it, 307” the man next to him said, gesturing towards the door. He turned around and gestured towards the door across from Virgil’s. “And this is 308, where I live. It’s a single but yknow, I like the quiet.” he said, shrugging and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you, um..” Virgil started, remembering he didn’t know the handsome strangers name.

“Oh, Logan” he finished, taking a hand out of his pocket and sticking it out for the other to shake.

Virgil took it and smiled, “Thank you, Logan. I guess I’ll..see you around?” he said.

Logan’s eyes glimmered behind his glasses. “I guess you will” He said, a tint of smugness in his voice before turning around and walking inside his dorm.

Virgil turned back to face his own dorm, hesitantly raising a fist and knocking.

The door swung open in mere seconds as Virgil was confronted by a man wearing baggy jeans, a green Nike sweatshirt, and nothing but socks on. His eyes were green, slightly red and a little droopy, a tired aura surrounded him. He gave a weak grin to Virgil and moved so he could walk in.

He did, and was almost immediately hit by the smell of weed. The wide space of the living area was littered with open boxes, clothes scattered everywhere and indie-rock blasting from a small speaker placed on the windowsill which for the time being only had blinds as a way of maintaining privacy.

Something about the vibe of the room made him relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

[puzzle-masx]

Some low effort Virgils :]

[bastard-aziraphale]

since this AU hinges on the relationship between the twins i really wanted to complete a drawing of them together !! ft. the first time they tried hanging out together at college, with janus as a chaperone 

[typically-untypical]

The Model

AU: College, Artists

CW: Non descriptive nudity

WC: 1,550

Date: 12/12/2023

Honestly, when Roman signed up to be a nude model, he assumed it was going to be an ego boost, people staring at his form, drawing his superior figure. He didn't expect it to be surprisingly grounding. The artists didn't look at a whole person. He was just a thing to be drawn. After one of the sessions he had actually asked about their technique and they explained what they saw. Instead of seeing him as a full person he was a set of muscles. He was a shadow in the light. He was more of himself, and less. Roman went from thinking he was going to be their new star to realizing most of them didn't even see him as a human, at least not when his clothes were off and it was sobering and interesting. However, that moment came with another. Each artist saw him differently and thus, he started looking at the artists. Each of them had their own quirks, their own stories and there was an intertwined story that caught his attention. 

Two times a week, for about an hour each, Roman would let his eyes linger on the two artists in the back. He focused on their dynamic on the way the both weakened and strengthened each other. He had yet to learn either of their names, all he knew was one of them had purple fringe that he pinned up when he drew, and the other had beautifully long blonde hair that he meticulously tied back with two non art pencils. Roman had taken to calling them purple and blonde.

Purple was intense when he sketched, brow furrowed and lip held tightly between his lips. He second guessed every line and movement. Blonde didn't help that anxiety. Blonde liked to tease Purple, pointing out his mistakes and flaws until Purple eventually snapped at him and jabbed him with a pencil. That normally caused the lead to break, which would cause Purple to swear and Blonde would provide a new pencil that Purple would begrudgingly take. Their hands lingered for a moment too long and it made Roman's mind wander. 

When Blonde sketched, he looked confident in every stroke of his pencil, every movement of his hand but their personalities seemed to swap when it came time to paint. Once brushes were on canvas, Purple would take in a deep breath and there would suddenly be an intense clarity in his eyes. He didn't second guess colors, strokes, or anything of that nature. Honestly, Purple almost looked serene when he was painting. Blonde, however, shook with nervousness, hiding behind a facade of confidence that Roman had started decoding the longer he stared at the two of them. Blonde had faith in his ability to draw but not to paint. Purple wanted his drawings to be perfect, but painting was his escape.

Roman was remiss to admit that his heart started to flutter for the both of them. He had always been a romantic, and watching two people, so desperately involved and in love with their craft, it was intoxicating. There was one major problem.

He was fairly sure Purple and Blonde were dating. If he had only ever seen them in the art class, he wouldn't have guessed. He would have honestly assumed there was a pining but neither had made the first move. However, he had seen them around campus a few times at this point and they were almost always joined at the hip. Still, Roman hoped that one, if not both, were interested. He just hadn't expected to get his answer in the library. Roman had seen the two of them making out in the stacks of books, hidden by the pages rarely checked out at the beginning of the semester. He wasn't even supposed to be there that day, but he had been looking for his brother and there was Blonde, using one of the library step stools to be the same height as Purple, pinning him to the bookshelf kissing him like it was the last thing the two of them would ever do together. Roman gawked, eyes stuck on them for a few moments. He was frozen in place, mouth open as he watched something he knew wasn't for him. He couldn't look away, until purple's eyes were on him. It was like lightening hitting him. Roman turned and walked out of the library, feet speeding him away from the crowded courtyard and the busy hallways. He weaved and maneuvered, working on autopilot until he stood in front of the locked theater. They had finished the fall play a few weeks before he started modeling, it had just been something to give him a bit cash and something fun in between plays. Why did he... how did he fall in love? He didn't know them. Sure he had seen their personalities through their work but he didn't know them. Obviously he didn't because he didn't know they were dating.

"Fuck, I'm so stupid," He said, putting his head in his hands as he slid down the door, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Well it's a good thing I like them dumb." There was a smooth voice that spoke over Roman, two shined black shoes standing in front of him and Roman was ready to turn his embarrassment into anger when his mouth snapped shut. Blonde was standing in front of him, that insufferable smirk on his face. It was the same one he would show purple before handing him a new pencil. Roman wasn't going to be a homewrecker.

"And why is that a good thing? I don't think I ever said anything about liking you."

"Feisty," Blonde smirked. "You're right, I am just making assumptions based on the way you were looking at Virgil and I but I could be wrong." He held out his hand for Roman. "Tell me, am I wrong?"

No, he wasn't wrong but that didn't mean this man had to know that. Roman was about to open his mouth, already standing up and disregarding Blonde's hand when Purple came walking down the hall, no, not Purple, Virgil.

"Jay, why the fuck do you walk so fast?" He was out of breath. "Hey, sorry about him... about that." He was blushing just a bit. It was so minimal Roman could have excused it as the weather, or as Virgil over exerting himself, but maybe Roman was hoping, just a bit, that Virgil was blushing for him.

"You're the model in our class, right?"

"Yes, that was me, and it's quite alright, about um... I shouldn't have been looking. It wasn't very gentlemanly of me."

"Oh, you are the model," Janus said, "I almost didn't recognize you with all of your clothes on."

"Janus," Virgil admonished. "He's just being an asshole. Sorry about him, again."

Roman nodded, unsure of where to go from here, but he was still sitting on the floor so he figured he'd at least stand. Taking Jay's hand he pulled himself up. There was a bit of an awkward silence between the three of them and Roman hated silence. "Not to change the subject but what are the two of you doing here? If you would like to tell me off I'm happy to apologize but otherwise, I am a bit confused."

The two of them looked at each other having a conversation without words before they turned back to Roman. 

"Honestly," Janus started, "I enjoy a good voyeur, and you were so polite. Virgil on the other hand wanted to make sure you didn't get the wrong idea. We are polyamorous after all."

"Yeah, we aren't mad or anything. It was a bit embarrassing but... you're good looking, and we're open. So... damn it, I wasn't going to say anything until the last day of class." He was blushing up a storm now and Roman felt his heart jump. "Look, we don't know anything about each other, but do you want to get coffee or something? Like, with me, or with both of us, or even just with Janus. Whatever you're interested in. Cuz, I don't know, it might be cool to get to know you or something like that."

"Yes," Roman said, realizing he was still holding Janus' hand and quickly pulling it away. "Yes, I would enjoy having coffee with the both of you, and like a gentleman, I would be happy to pay."

"Nah, I asked. I'll pay. You can pay for dinner," Virgil's voice was a bit more confident now and Roman smiled, bowing the best he could. 

"I would be happy to take the both of you out to dinner to get to know you better."

"Good," Janus said, grabbing Roman's hand and slipping a pen out of his back pocket. "Text us with the details."

He wrote his name with the flourish of a heart and Roman felt his own heart skip another beat.

"Come on, Cassanova," Virgil rolled his eyes, grabbing Janus and pulling him away. "See you later." He waved to Roman and Roman waved back before looking down at his hand. 

A date. He had a date with both of them!

A smile spread along his face. Becoming a nude model was the best choice he had made in a while.

@tsspromptmonth

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Finally finished one of the things with all the Plea For My New Self Characters in it! Woo! No reposting/reuploading, no editing, feeding to an AI, or otherwise taking this work. Thank you!

Based on a Scooby-Doo Meme but I think at this point it's barely recognizable compared to the original. Went a little cartoony this time for fun because of the scooby-dooness of it all.

[lefaystrent]

Florida Man Cannot Be Contained

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic dlampr

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, Remus is not the menace of the friend group.

It's Patton.

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The six of them were hanging out for the first time.

More accurately, Logan had recently been absorbed into Virgil's friend group.

They've had classes together over a few semesters. Logan's majoring in Chemical Engineering, and Virgil's majoring in Forensic Science, so there's some overlap and a lot of shared interests. While he appreciated Virgil's clever-streak and conversational merit, Logan never would have offered to spend time together outside of the classroom. He convinced himself he didn't need extracurriculars, like friendship.

"Come meet my friends, nerd," Virgil ordered after class one day.

And that was that.

On their way to a pizza joint outside of campus, Logan observed the others. They were loud, obnoxious, flamboyant, and below his intelligence. His mother would never approve.

Logan vindictively liked them.

"Oh my gosh, I love your new bag, Janus!"

"Thank you, it's Prada."

"I didn't know they sold Prada at Goodwill."

"....they do now."

Virgil maneuvered himself to be his social buffer. He kept close by Logan's elbow, and muttered meanings to inside jokes and slang to him when Logan so much as raised a brow. At some point, he stopped in his tracks.

"What is it?" Logan asked, halting beside him. The rest of the group drifted slowly past them, the gait of their walk unhurried. Everyone was too busy enjoying gossiping.

Except Patton. He had this wild look in his eyes and he began to shuffle off the sidewalk. His lips pressed together tight as if he were holding back a grin.

"Patton, man, don't," Virgil told him, but Patton wasn't looking at him. He stole glances at Roman, making sure that the other was too caught up in conversation with his brother to pay attention to him. He took a few steps to the right into the grass near a house. Then he took off.

Roman, catching on too late, noticed the man run with a strange mixture of dawning horror and exasperated suffering. "Pat– Patton. Pat, please– don't you DARE, GET BACK HERE!" He tossed his bag to Remus halfway through and took off in a dead sprint.

"What is happening?" Logan asked.

"Patton's a lunatic," Virgil sighed. Janus sighed as well and Remus spurred Patton on with whoops.

Patton hightailed it into the backyard of the random house and unceremoniously belly flopped into the pool. Roman jumped in right behind, barely pausing to shuck off his shoes in time, the sneakers flying through the air.

"Does he often trespass?" Logan questioned. "I'm not bothered, just curious."

"Only when there are pools involved. He does it so Roman will save him."

"Why would he need saving?"

"The idiot can't swim."

Out in the pool, Logan can make out some of Roman's nonplussed yelling after he resurfaced with an armful of Patton. Patton, for his part, seemed endlessly pleased with himself.

"My hero!" Patton gushed and began fawning over Roman, much to his chagrin.

Then the homeowner came out and Janus concocted an outlandish story consisting of how Patton fell into the pool totally by accident.

"This is the third time this week," the homeowner accused.

"And to that I say..." Janus paused. He took off his hat, held it to his chest, opened his mouth to elaborate–

And ran the fuck away.

"There he goes," Remus whistles. "How I hate to see it, how I love to watch it."

Roman sat at the pool's edge, arms resting on his knees and absolutely soaked. "You're grounded," he told Patton sitting beside him.

Patton beamed with pride. Virgil tried to hide behind his hands.

"Please just leave," the homeowner requested.

They quickly made themselves scarce.