#sort of moxiety?

[yourchemicallyimbalancedromance]

Checkmate

Ship: Anxceit (Whumpee!Virgil, Whumper!Janus)

CW/TW: (be aware that what I am about to describe is not censored.) graphic themes and descriptions of violence, this includes: forcing someone to relapse with self injury, allusion to past self harm, cutting someone with a knife, mind games/emotional abuse, malnourishment/starvation, talk of weight in numbers, themes of suicide and suicidal ideation (this is pretty detailed, you have been warned.)

Summary: After Virgil joins the light sides, Janus slowly reaches a psychotic break due to abandonment and feelings of betrayal and takes it upon himself to take Virgil back to where he belongs, via kidnapping him and holding him in the dark side of the mind palaces basement, AKA the subconscious.

A/N: this is my first time writing Whump, so If anything feels rushed or misplaced please understand that I am a beginner to writing these kinds of things. I am personally not open to (constructive) criticism—I am really sensitive when it comes to things I’m passionate about 😭—so please, let me learn at my own pace if things do need to be changed around a bit, thank you!<3

(I’m editing this at 12:44 AM because I can’t sleep so, uh, surprise oneshot release I guess? Idk 😭🙏🏻)

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Janus’ eyes glimmered as he stared at the rusty chains that were around Virgil’s wrists, the ones keeping him shackled against the wall of the basement, leaving his arms raised up in the air and his legs crisscrossed beneath him. Virgil’s head had fallen against his chest in defeat after trying to scream into the dark abyss for help again, quickly realizing that his pleas wouldn’t be heard with the muffling of a rag in his mouth.

His lower jaw poked at his collarbones with horrendous uncomfortability from the consequences of malnourishment. He was already relatively small—around 115 pounds or so—and the past few days without food were weighing on him. His bones protruded like knives against his skin. You could see the outline of his collarbones to his shoulder blades through his torn up band tee. His bangs—or what was left of them—had fallen over his eyes, keeping him from seeing Janus whose gaze had shifted to Virgils face, eerily delighted.

Virgil thrashed his head around—though in reality more like hazily bobbed it in circles—trying his hardest to spit out the aforementioned rag that Janus had put there after his lazy attempt at being noticed by the others on the second day of his kidnapping. On the first, Janus had knocked him out hard enough to where he drifted in and out of consciousness, leaving Janus enough time to chain him up without a struggle. Despite the chains, he actually thought he could trust Virgil to not scream for help. He was wrong, hence, the rag.

It had now been five and a half days since his initial kidnapping, and the light sides seemed to have gone off of the deep end…almost. Patton had shut down, preventing himself from feeling any kind of emotion due to the fact that if he even shed one tear, it would lead to a messy and disgusting breakdown. Logan wouldn’t come out of his room for anything at all, as he was drowning himself in as much work as possible, writing and re-writing scripts even if he thought they were already pristine and perfect as was, he needed something to keep himself from flying off the hinges. And Roman was…quiet, withdrawn. He wasn’t his usual ego-centric self anymore, he was timid, almost like a ghost or a shell of who he once was. You could practically call him a people-pleaser. All of them had their own ways of grasping for the tiniest bit of control they had left, and it was shocking to see what came out of it.

But Virgil couldn’t comprehend any of this as Janus updated him on it day by day, Janus’ way of slowly ripping Virgils freshly acquired healthy emotional state apart by using his new “found family�� as a means of revenge for the gaping would of abandonment Virgil had left him with. Hell, between Virgils drug induced haze and all the sheer sharp pain searing throughout his body, he could barely comprehend where he was. But one thing stopped him from forgetting his new surroundings completely, and that was Janus.

Janus leaned down and took Virgil’s face in his hands roughly, forcing Virgil to look him in the eyes. Virgil’s eyes were dim and worn out, as if he wasn’t all there, like he was somewhere else in his head. He looked so, so very tired. It was almost thrilling for Janus. Virgil had always been one to get lost in his head as a way of coping with things that were out of his control.

“I think,” Janus hissed, the sound full of no-longer suppressed anger and a slight tinge of fear over the fact that Virgil could have been found had he not noticed his pitiful cries when he did a few days ago, “we should play a game.”

The small lightbulb that hung from a loose wire (seemingly appearing from thin air, there was no way to tell where the lightbulbs origin came from) between them illuminated the human side of Janus’ face harshly, putting the crazed look in his eyes on display for only Virgil to see. It felt like Janus could see into his soul, read his thoughts, know every gritty detail of everything that he had ever done down to the way he breathed whilst doing it, just by staring at him.

Virgil’s eyes narrowed as Janus’ thumb ran over his busted lip. If it weren’t for the rag stuffed in his mouth to muffle his cries for help, he would have bit it clean off. Instead, he let the small amount of fury left in him ignite behind his eyes as he stared into Janus’, not moving any longer. He was confused and scared, and when those things were combined, it usually turned into anger. Rage, even. But It was as if the moment Janus touched him, he froze on impact.

“What do you think?” Janus prompted, hand still firmly on Virgil’s jaw. His voice may have been smooth, but his grasp stayed there to show control.

Janus smiled at the incoherent sounds coming from behind the bloodied rag. He laughed to himself, amused by the struggle. “Ah, I forgot about your little…predicament.” He ribbed, pulling out the soaking rag with ease.

Virgil inhaled harder than he’d ever before, taking in as much oxygen as possible. It had been days since that rag had been placed there; a precaution so that were the search for Thomas’ anxiety to continue and a meeting be pursued once more, they wouldn’t hear much from upstairs. Virgil winced a bit at the memory of Janus’ footsteps quickly echoing throughout the basement and walking up to him. (“tsk, I thought you would’ve been smart enough to know not to scream. Here, let me help you with that.” He had said, hastily shoving a clean rag forcefully into his mouth, rendering Virgil silent; mostly because of fear but also because of shock. He had absolutely no clue why Janus was doing any of this.) It also didn’t help that the dark mind palaces basement was usually hot and stuffy already, which made the struggle to breathe worse; especially if you had to rely on only breathing through your nose, which was broken, meaning the little oxygen he could muster wasn’t enough, leading him to pass out only a few minutes after regaining consciousness, over and over and over again over the past 84 hours.

“Let…go of…me.” Virgil demanded, panting. He struggled against his chains, trying to wriggle his way out of them. His wrists ached as they strained against the cuffs around them.

Janus grabbed Virgils arms firmly, chains rattling, rag dripping blood and saliva down Virgil’s right arm. “No need for that, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you again. Not yet.”

His lips curled upwards slightly at the fear that shocked through Virgil at such simple words. He watched as the hair on Virgil’s arms began to stick up, his arms covered in goosebumps. It was absolutely hilarious to Janus that Virgil had no clue what was coming at any given moment.

Virgil could put on a defiant act all he wanted, but his body would always show how he truly felt: Afraid, Horrified, Helpless.

It was a beautiful sight to see someone at the mercy of his actions considering he had always felt helpless against the others, it was nice to feel in control for once. …And also quite pathetic how hard Virgil tried to stop him from achieving that feeling of powerfulness.

“How about a game of chess?” Janus suggested, throwing the rag to the ground, sounding more demanding than anything else. His nails dug deep into Virgil’s wrists, letting him know that if he didn’t answer correctly, there would be consequences. Though, from all of the times he’d seen Virgils eyes light up from winning against Logan in a Chess match, he knew he would probably say yes anyway. Not that Virgil knew that he knew that.

That sparkle in his eyes. It was almost as if Virgil felt like he could finally do something right.

In Virgils drug addled mind, something…clicked. Chess? Since when did Janus know that he had gotten good at Chess? Unless he was…

his eyes almost brimmed with tears at the thought of such an invasive act,

Watching him.

Despite such a heart dropping realization, Virgil nodded, slowly. Even though it had only been a few days, he was numb to any minor pain Janus inflicted upon him anymore. If it wasn’t worth bleeding, it wasn’t worth focusing on, or atleast that’s the mindset he was set on adapting to get through this. Who knew how long Janus would keep him here? how long this would last? But the pressure against his wrists served as a warning, so he gave Janus the answer he wanted. Or so he thought.

The pressure increased as Janus dug his nails deeper, pricking the pale skin a bit. “You speak when you’re spoken to, Virgil.” he ordered, “Or do I need to remind you?” he asked, nodding towards the blood stained knife on the floor; A reminder of Virgils previous mistakes.

Virgil shook his head frantically, “No, no, you don’t” he begged, mouth still tasting of metal from where he was forced to lick up his own blood from the cuts up and down his arm. “A chess game sounds nice, really.”

Janus hummed, satisfied with Virgils response. “Perfect. Well then, I suppose I should explain the rules.” He dropped Virgil’s arms and let them fall into place with the chains, then summoned a chess set and sat it on the ground next to the knife, eyeing the way Virgil tried to breathe in a rhythmic pattern. He really didn’t think he was getting out of this. How glorious.

“If I win, we pick up where we left off last night,” Janus recited, hinting back to only ten hours ago when he was burying a knife deep into Virgils arm. “If you win, I may dress your wounds properly this time.” he watched Virgil as his eyes closed and snapped back open time and time again, barely taking in anything Janus was saying. He was sleep deprived, Janus was sure of it. He had already planned this out ahead of time, so the results were finally setting in. Janus had dissolved a few…”unknown sleeping pills” into Virgils drink the night before after Janus had his fun with the sharpest knife blade he could find, making sure Virgil was extremely drowsy and paranoid, but not too drowsy and paranoid, because otherwise, what’s the fun in that?

Oh, and the “sleeping pills” were actually Janus’ antipsychotics, but Virgil didn’t need to know that.

He kept Virgil awake for two and a half days straight, slicing open the old wounds on his arms. Turning the faded self inflicted cuts into newer, deeper, non-self inflicted ones. Sometimes he forced Virgil to do it himself as he watched, making him restart if there wasn’t enough blood for his liking. Virgil deserved this for leaving him, so the least he could do was cause a bloody mess.

Janus hoisted Virgil up and carefully unlocked the cuffs on his wrists with a small key from his pocket, holding him as his body gave out against Janus’.

Even through the fog of Virgils mental state, and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the exhaustion that crept up on him so suddenly over the past few days, he was cognizant enough to understand that not being able to stand up on his own two feet was humiliating. The weakness and feebleness of his body and state of mind were meant to make him feel humiliated. And unfortunately for him, it was working. Janus was succeeding.

Janus, using this as a moment to exert power over his captive, whispered in his ear. “Bring your all, Virgil.”

Virgil vaguely acknowledged the phrase as something Patton would say to him before every match. Eyes glistening, like a proud father-figure. (“You did great last time Virge! Logan was so mad that you won against him that when you left to go back to your room to listen to that PG-13 music, he used one of those slang words the kids use these days. I can’t remember exactly what it was...I think it started with a C? I don’t know, but I’m so proud of you!” Patton had said, so joyous and amazed. Virgil had given him a half-smile and shrugged it off as Patton just being Patton.)

Virgil almost started sobbing then and there; finally feeling a wave of emotion crash over him other than rage and terror for the first time in what felt like forever, but in actuality had only been a few days. A few tears slipped past him, leaving behind a trembling lip in their wake. He clung to Janus for some sort of sick comfort, Janus being the only thing he had right now, even if he was the one causing all of this.

Janus tensed and snickered, pulling away from Virgil and yanking him to the ground, looking down at him through fiery eyes. “Don’t be so emotional already, we’ve barely even started” he rubbed his arms with his hands as if Virgils mere touch had deemed his upper arms distasteful, “and don’t cling to me like that again, it’s disgusting.”

Virgil wiped at his tears obediently, trying to put on a blank face for his captor. He just wanted to go back home. To sit with Patton and Roman and make homemade hot chocolate while bickering over the appeal of the newest Disney shows. His chest hurt, likely from the drugs and blood loss, but also likely because of his longing for his actual family, not whatever this was. Whatever it used to be.

Janus sat down on the opposite side of the board, and slowly removed his gloves, placing them next to him on top of each other and started setting up the pieces.

“Let the game begin.” He stated after a few moments had passed and the board had been properly set up, prompting Virgil to move his first piece.

Virgil reached out reluctantly, placing one of the pieces further on the checkered board. Almost knocking it over as he pulled his hand away as fast as he could, not wanting to be close to Janus.

Janus smirked, noticing this, as he placed one of his pieces further on the board aswell. Deep down, he was hurt by Virgils need to stay as a far as possible, however. Not that it mattered, he could always punish Virgil for that little stunt of emotion later down the line.

This back and forth continued for at least twenty-five minutes, before Virgil could feel the walls closing in around him. He looked at the board in desperation, praying to God that maybe, just maybe if he stared long enough the pieces would maneuver themselves to where he could win.

It didn’t happen.

Janus had him stuck, unable to move without getting defeated. In this sick game, and in real life. It was as if Janus was making a mockery of his own doings.

Virgil moved the piece on the board with a shakey hand, trembling from the dread of what he knew was to come, and looked up at Janus; fear evident in his eyes.

Janus took a breath and moved his piece in front of Virgils quickly, as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life.

“Checkmate, Virge.”

Virgil stared at the board, filled with shame and regret. He used to be a pro at Chess, and now he was watered down to this. He couldn’t meet Janus’ burning gaze as he stared at him from across the board. Any glint of hope for his future here that he had behind his eyes had been crushed and faded away completely. He was certain that he was going to die here before Patton or any of the others found him. And if he didn’t die, it would become so bad that he would beg Janus to make him do it to get it over with.

Janus got up and pulled Virgil to his feet, clasping the cuffs around his wrists again, not willing to waste any time, taking notice of the newfound compliance.

Janus laughed a little as he picked up the knife, running a finger over the blade. “You know, I really thought you would have been good at that,” he placed the base of the blade on Virgil’s arm and began to drag it agonizingly slow. “I guess it just goes to show that you really are incompetent.”

He watched the blood drip down Virgils forearm, “what a shame, really. You probably would have gone on to be a real good player,” he teased, “probably even better than Logan. I mean I saw the way that blood vessel in his head almost popped from stress and frustration during your match a week or so ago.”

Janus watched as Virgil grit his teeth so hard he thought he would break them from trying not to scream. The confession and the pain were almost too much emotional and psychical trauma for Virgil to bear.

Janus ran a finger over the fresh cuts, looking up at Virgil with nothing but malice in his eyes. “Too bad you’re stuck here now, you really could have been something.”

“Please…please, I’ll do anything, please just make it stop!!” Virgil whimpered, actually thrashing now, a drastic difference from what he had meant to do earlier. He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was all starting to dawn on him. He wasn’t getting out of here. He wasn’t getting out.

“Keep begging, it’s not like I’m going to stop. You’re selfish, that’s all you are. You think you can leave me to pick up the pieces of your abandonment and expect not to face the consequences? I don’t think so.” Janus threatened, slapping Virgil’s arm, causing stinging pain to shoot its way through him. He took the knife back to Virgils skin, digging deeper into the wounds he already created, using his rage as a source to block out the cries of his former best friend. Virgil used to be like a brother to him, but none of that mattered now. This was Virgils fault, he chose this.

Virgil’s hands curled into loose fists with the little energy he had left within himself, desperately trying to wrap his head around Janus’ reasoning but ultimately failing to be able to think of anything due to the hot and awful pain that washed upon him every few seconds. That was why Janus was doing this? His acceptance? He let out animalistic sobs every time the blade met his flesh. None of it made sense. His head hurt and all he wanted was to drop to his knees and bleed out, leaving himself a cold shell of a person. Anything but this. Anything but this. As much as he loved the others, he wanted anything but this.

Eventually, Janus dropped the knife on the floor, blood splattering in every direction. He was tired, and Virgil was beginning to pass out which meant that the fun wouldn’t be able to last any longer. After all, it’s no fun torturing someone when you can’t see the outcome of your work.

He flicked his wrist and summoned a small baggie of crushed up antipsychotic medication and a glass of water, carefully pouring it into the glass in front of his captive. It didn’t matter if Virgil saw what he was doing, what could he do about it? Absolutely nothing.

“Open your mouth.” He instructed sternly. Virgil listened and he tilted the glass back with precision, making sure no droplets of water fell down Virgils face and on to the ground.

Janus set the glass down beside him, “don’t say I never did anything for you” he mumbled, turning on his heel and heading back upstairs to the commons as if nothing had happened.

Janus’ footsteps slowly faded and a door opened. Virgil could hear Remus cackling in the distance, and even though he didn’t exactly know what was so funny, it was presumable that it was about the state of his family. The others were falling apart with the lack of him being around, or that was at least as far as he knew with the “help” of Janus.

Virgil let his legs give out from underneath him and curled in on himself as best he could, searching for the warmth of his own body heat, not necessarily because he was cold, but because he was desperate to feel the warmth of a comforting presence, even if that meant it had to be himself.

He tried to ignore the throbbing pain in his arms by thinking of Patton. Sweet, tender and kind, Patton. Patton who was always there when he had night terrors and was screaming for help, crawling into Virgils bed and cradling him gently until he was conscious enough to know what had happened, and then staying until he fell back asleep. Patton who always let him hold on to his shoulders when the panic attacks got so bad he couldn’t stand upright because he was so dizzy. Patton who always had a cheesy dad joke no matter the severity of the situation. Patton.

It hurt more than any of the psychical pain combined to miss him. He would rather die right now than miss such a sweet soul. If Patton were here, he would have bandaged him up so gently he would have barely even felt it, while humming softly to distract Virgil from the fear and uncertainty burrowing deep in his stomach.

Tears fell down his face as his eyelids finally fluttered close, not being disturbed by a jarring malicious voice ready for revenge. He could finally sleep.

Though, how do you sleep peacefully knowing you’ll probably never get out of a nightmare?

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Virgil being teased for mentioning he used to be a Boy Scout, decides to show them what that fancy knot tying badge can do 👀

Boy Scout

Moxiety (Patton & Virgil)

Content: Bondage/Shibari, Overstimulation, Tooth-rotting fluff, Anal Sex

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It was well known that Virgil struggled to motivate himself to do the sisyphean chores that plagued his life. The endless cycle of dishes and laundry and such drove him to procrastinate until they could no longer be ignored. Luckily, he had very loving people in his life that chose to help him rather than chastise the behavior.

One such person was Patton, his boyfriend, who was currently helping him hang up the laundry he did earlier that day. They chatted away (well, Patton did) while Virgil listened and folded clothes. The other sorted the nicer and heavier articles to be put on hangers in the closet. As Patton slid the now mostly untouched clothes to the end of the rack, a particular item caught his eye: a tan and green uniform drifting in the sea of dark, cold tones. He pulled it out to get a better look.

“What’s this?” He carefully ran his fingers across the sash decorated with embroidered patches.

“Hm?” Virgil said, taking a moment to fold one last t-shirt before looking over and blushing. “Oh, uh, yeah. I used to do scouts. When I was younger.”

Patton’s eyes lit up, “oh my gosh, youwereaboyscout!!!!!”

He shot him a glare, “Look, it’s not a big deal! It was like, years ago anyway.”

“It's sooooo cute though! And look at all your badges!” Patton held the sash closer to his face and inspected each one thoroughly.

“Give me that-” Virgil grabbed it from him and went to stuff it into a drawer so he wouldn’t have to think about it much longer. He didn’t have a bad experience from it or anything, but it was still embarrassing, and he didn’t need Patton endlessly teasing him for it. After it was out of sight, he went back to the task at hand with a mild scowl. “Just drop it.”

Patton went to comment on his new expression but decided to drop it. He was curious about why Virgil was so flustered over such a simple thing. Gaining a new piece of information about his partner’s past was welcomed, though if it made him uncomfortable to talk about now, he’d wait until he was ready to share it with him. Until then, he’d help him put everything away, free of embarrassment.

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“Virge- oh mmph- Virgil, baby-” Patton giggled as Virgil kissed over a neck, playfully nipping at the sensitive skin as he pushed him further into their bedroom. The door was kicked shut as Patton stumbled towards the bed.

“Ugh I need your shirt off yesterday.” Virgil growled as he straddled the other, pressing their lips together forcefully. Patton acquiesced easily, having to catch himself before he fell on his back. Cold hands worked their way over his stomach and chest, until they latched onto his shirt's hem and yanked upward on it. Once it had been thrown to the floor, Virgil hastily unbuttoned the khakis hiding Patton’s semi.

“Okay, honey can you- oh” He moaned as Virgil ground his palm down against him. His pants and underwear swiftly followed his shirt to the ground, leaving him bare while Virgil was just getting to shrugging off his jacket. 

“Fuck, you look good.” Virgil states, causing the other to blush, “Is it ok if we do the thing we’ve been wanting to try tonight?”

Patton’s eyes go wide, as he proposed the idea that Virgil tie him up a few nights ago. Something about being immobilized and decorated in pretty rope while he took care of him made his heart melt and leak out right through his dick.

“Yes… Yes Virgil, Please.”

“Okay okay,” Virgil got up from the bed, “I’ll go grab some rope. Just…hang tight.”

He quickly rummaged through the drawer of their bedside table, finding the neatly tied bundle of black hemp rope Patton showed him when he brought up the topic. He slipped the end that was tucked into it out of the knot holding it together and wove the loose strands in between his fingers, imagining how good it would feel for his boyfriend. 

“Why don’t you sit up on your knees,” Virgil directed, “That way I can do a tie around your chest.”

Patton immediately moved to do so, allowing Virgil easy access to his upper body. When he felt his callused digits rub over the skin on his back, he shivered with anticipation, hardly able to wait for the foreign feeling of rope to glide over his body.

Virgil forced himself to steady his breath. It could have been from the nervousness he felt at the thought of something going wrong, something like Patton not liking it or accidentally fucking up the tie, or from the sheer arousal he felt with the power he had. A little thing he failed to relay to his partner when he brought it up was that it wasn’t just a kink for him but a deeply rooted fetish that he dreamed of doing with all his lovers. And thinking of all the ways he could wrap up Patton was an image that frequently came up when it was just him and man’s second best friend.

He slid a length of the cord around Patton’s waist, who let out a quiet sound as it made contact. It was wrapped and tightened around a few more times, until it seemed like he had a rope-belt. 

Virgil dipped two fingers between the material and his back, “Does that feel too tight?”

“No, not at all.” Patton breathed, “But, isn’t it supposed to?”

“It shouldn’t cut off any circulation or feel too painful.” He said, tightening the material a bit more. His hands slid into Patton’s own and guided them behind his back, until his arms were resting on top of one another with the bottom one touching the rope around him, “Keep these here, I’m gonna tie them to this now.” 

Patton nodded in return. The rope was wrapped around his arms, then through the belt, and the process was repeated until it was difficult for him to move them. Virgil had him test the tightness once again before starting on the more decorative aspect of the tie. Lines were wrapped around his body and knots were formed at points where they crossed. 

As Virgil threaded the rope through a loop made at the other’s breastbone, Patton spoke up, “I never asked, where’d you learn how to do this.”

“Well, when I lived with Remus and Janus, they saw that I was really good at untying cords or loose string, and Remus pointed out that maybe rope art is something I’d be good at.” Virgil hummed, “It took a bit of convincing from him, but they do classes where you can learn ties and practice, so he took me to one, and I liked it a lot.”

“I can sort of tell, honey.” Patton giggled. 

It was then that Virgil realized as he was reaching over him to finish up the tie that his hard-on was poking through his jeans into the back of his thigh. He rolled his eyes and pulled the rope back through the tie on his hands, wrapping it around the skin once more and leaving a small length to use as a lead.

“How’s that feeling now?”

“Really really good, virge. I like it.” He smiled, content with the feeling of it around him. 

Virgil kissed his cheek in approval, “Alright.”

“I think I know why you're so good at tying things up.” Patton sang as Virgil hopped off the bed to undress.

“Oh yeah?” His words were slightly muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head, “Why’s that?”

“Well, you were a boy scout. I’m sure that they taught you all sorts of knots.”

“Pat…” His pants hit the floor and he grabbed the lube out from their bedside drawer.

“I told you I think it’s cute!”

“And I told you to drop it.” 

Virgil kneeled down on the bed as he stripped down to his boxers. He grabbed onto the lead anchored at Patton’s constricted arms and pulled back until the other’s back met his chest, “Alright, I’m gonna prep you while you’re all tied up, and then fuck you hard and fast, just like you like, and you’re just gonna have to lay there and take it. Sound good?”

Patton whimpered and nodded, put in his place after the snide remark, “Yeah, yeah sounds great.”

The lube was poured out and spread over Virgil’s fingers. He lined one up with Patton’s hole and slowly pushed in, relishing the small noise he made at the feeling. As he opened him, he peppered more gentle kisses across his neck and upper back. Between the soft touches were whispered praises, making sure Patton knew just how much he adored him. He inserted another finger, stretching the muscle further.

Patton was always a little noisy in the bedroom, and this time proved no different. He let little whimpers slip out as Virgil continued to prep him. When he had three fingers filling him up, Virgil prodded inside him until his digits bumped against the bundle of nerves inside him.

“Oh! Virgil, there.” Patton moaned out.

He smirked as he thrusted his fingers against that spot again, “Does that feel good?”

“Ahh-! Y-yes!”

Virgil hummed and rubbed his side in sympathy. He pulled his fingers out and used some of the excess lube to coat his cock. Without much preamble, he guided Patton to lie down with his shoulders touching the mattress. He looked so perfect tied up and spread out just for him. He lined up his dick with his hole and pushed in, making him take his whole length in one slow thrust.

Patton let out a whine as he pushed in. It felt like his senses were on fire with Virgil inside him and all around him, overwhelming him with only a few small actions. They’d hardly even fucked yet, and still Patton felt the bond of intimacy between them as strong as when they’ve had marathon sex. 

Slowly, Virgil pulled out a few inches, then slid in again, enveloped in the warmth of his partner. Grabbing the lead, he wrapped it twice around his palm and tugged Patton closer to him.

“God, baby, you feel so fucking good around me~” He groaned.

“Pull! Pull harder!” Patton cried in response.

“Fuck.” Virgil whispered and did just that. He sped up to a steady rhythm, guiding him onto his dick again and again.

Pre leaked from Patton’s cock onto his stomach, and when Virgil angled a deep thrust directly into his prostate, a thick glob spurted from its head and dripped down onto the sheets. If he could, he’d reach his hand down and stroke himself to completion, but there was something primal within him that liked the fact that his lover had control over his pleasure.

Virgil continued to aim for the spot, holding tight to the rope and Patton’s hip. His hips and thighs were on fire from the effort it took to fuck him, but he hardly noticed with ardenaline and arousal rushing through his veins. He hoped this would happen again in the future. If he were lucky enough, maybe he could even take Patton to shibari classes to be his model. He could have him in all sorts of positions, and even take pictures of him if he was comfortable. 

“Nng- I’m close.” He panted, feeling the familiar feeling of his muscles tightening and warmth spreading in his gut.

“Virgil! Come in me please please come in me!” 

He thrusted a handful of times before he stuttered out a broken moan and filled Patton with his seed, a downright heavenly squeak falling out of the other’s mouth as he did. Slumping down on him, he caught his breath for a moment.

This peace didn’t last long as he realized that Patton was still hard and very very needy. He forced himself to buck into him, his come being fucked deeper and deeper into his hole.

Patton gasped, “Oh my god Virgil- Please!”

“Come on Pat please come!” He grunted through the shocks of overstimulation, “Come. Come right now.”

Patton couldn’t just ignore an order like that. Within seconds, an orgasm was knocked out of him, coating his stomach and the bed below. In that time, his vision went white with pleasure as a moan burst from his throat. 

Sweat-covered and utterly exhausted, the two of them fell next to each other. They laid on their sides with Virgil spooning a still-wrapped-up Patton. He didn’t mind though, he was too tired to do anything about it.

“Want me to untie you?” Virgil finally prompted.

“In a minute,” Patton slurred, “I kinda like it. Makes me feel comfy and protected.”

That made Virgil smile, “Are you sure, I don’t mind-”

Patton wiggled himself around and looked at him, “Baby, I like it. You like it. Let's enjoy it together for a little bit longer.”

Virgil blushed and wrapped his arm around him again, “Okay, okay. If you insist. Anything for you.”

They cuddled together silently, warmth flowing between them. As Patton sighed in comfort, he thought to himself how lucky he was to have Virgil in his life. His love, his heart, his other half, his boy scout.

[miguel-manbemel]

I Believe in You!

Inspired by an incorrect quote by @loganslowdown4​ . CW platonic Prinxiety and Moxiety (sort of)

[puzzled-pegasus]

did you know there's a Taylor Swift song for most if not all of the Sanders Sides ships?

Really early in my and @surenschompychompers ' Sides phase, we were on a phone call talking about them and we jokingly realized that for most if not all Sides ships, there's a Taylor Swift song that fits them. Since we're mostly out of it now and have nothing more to do with these, I thought I'd share them for still-going-strong fans to see :)

Logince: Gorgeous- come ON, is this not absolutely the way Roman talks and thinks about Logan??

Logicality: Lover- they are literally married and you can't convince me otherwise, god I love them so much

Analogical: Delicate- I can't really explain this one as well....it just be having the Vibe

Loceit: Getaway Car- this one's a teensy bit more specific, but I thought about this scenario where Logan and Janus rob a bank together and then Logan ends up double crossing Janus, does that not sound awesome??

Dukeceit: ...Ready For It?- oh my god, the drama and action and flirtyness of this song fits them perfectly, I love it

Prinxiety: Style- this was actually the first one we saw in the pattern. Not much of an explanation really, but the Vibes are really, REALLY strong.

Royality: Love Story- the dreamy, soft vibes of this song as well as the royalty motif make it a really good fit.

Anxceit: I Knew You Were Trouble.- Does this one really need an explanation?

Moxiety: cardigan- I don't actually know this song that well, so apologies if it doesn't fit, we just looked at the lyrics briefly before deciding lol

Dukexiety: We Are Never Getting Back Together- I think if Virgil and Remus ever DID have any sort of fling, it would be over quickly and Virgil would want to forget it ever happened, so this song fits my personal vibe of them.

Roceit: Look What You Made Me Do- Not really a ship song, more of Roman's revenge song for Janus making a fool of him.

Intrulogical: Blank Space- oh my god how funny this one is. It's so good. Go listen to it immediately and then look me in the eye and tell me the song does not fit them perfectly I dare you I fu--

Moceit: Mean- It's not really a ship song, just Patton complaining about Janus's negativity, but I think it fits.

(BONUS) Rosleep: Wildest Dreams- Remy and Roman would have the angstiest most dramatic breakup, oh my god, the hilarity. Someone go write a fic immediately.

I know I definitely missed someone so please let me know, I am notoriously forgetful when making lists lmfao

(@surenschompychompers, please let me know if you want me to delete this)

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List of ships sorted by character (will be updated as more gets added to this blog)

Ships involving Character Thomas

Thomas/Nico - Karrot Kings

Thomas/Janus -Thomceit

Thomas/Patton -Patmas

Thomas/Virgil -Thomxiety

Thomas/Remus -Intrumas

Thomas/Roman -Romthom

Thomas/Logan -Lomas

Thomas/Remy -Thomsleep

Thomas/Emile -Thomile

Thomas/Roman/Janus -Roceitmas

Thomas/Roman/Patton -Royalimas

Thomas/Roman/Logan -Logincemas

Thomas/Roman/Remus -Roceitmas

Thomas/Roman/Virgil -Prinxiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Patton -Moxiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Logan -Analomas

Thomas/Virgil/Remus -Dukexiemas

Thomas/Virgil/Janus -Anxceitmas

Thomas/Janus/Patton -Moceitmas

Thomas/Janus/Remus -Thomceitmus

Thomas/Janus/Logan -Loceitmas

Thomas/Remus/Logan -Intrulomas

Thomas/Remus/Patton -intruthomality

Thomas/Logan/Patton -Logicalimas

Thomas/Remy/Virgil -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Remus

Remus/Thomas -Intrumas

Remus/Virgil -Dukexiety

Remus/Janus -Dukeceit

Remus/Roman -Remrom

Remus/Patton -Intruality

Remus/Logan -Intrulogical

Remus/Remy - intrusleep

Remus/Janus/Thomas -Thomceitmus

Remus/Janus/Roman -Remroceit

Remus/Janus/Logan -Intruloceit

Remus/Janus/Patton -Intrumoceit

Remus/Janus/Virgil -Anxceitmus

Remus/Virgil/Roman -Intruprinxiety

Remus/Virgil/Thomas -Dukexiemas

Remus/Virgil/Patton -Intrumoxiety

Remus/Virgil/Logan -Intruloxiety

Remus/Thomas/Roman -Remromas

Remus/Thomas/Patton -intruthomality

Remus/Thomas/Logan -Intrulomas

Remus/Logan/Pattton -Intrugicality

Remus/Logan/Roman -Intrulogince

Remus/Patton/Roman -Intruroyality

Ships involving Roman

Roman/Logan -Logince

Roman/Virgil -Prinxiety

Roman/Thomas -Romthom

Roman/Janus -Roceit

Roman/Patton -Royality

Roman/Remus -Remrom

Roman/Thomas/Janus -Roceitmas

Roman/Thomas/Remus -Royalimas

Roman/Thomas/Logan -Logincemas

Roman/Thomas/Patton -Royalimas

Roman/Thomas/Virgil -Prinxiemas

Roman/Virgil/Patton -Anaroyality

Roman/Virgil/Logan -Analogince

Roman/Virgil/Remus -Intruprinxiety

Roman/Virgil/Janus -Anaroceit

Roman/Logan/Patton -Royalogicality

Roman/Logan/Janus -Roloceit

Roman/Logan/Remus -Intrulogince

Roman/Remus/Janus -Remroceit

Roman/Patton/Janus -Royaliceit

Roman/Patton/Remus -Intruroyality

Roman/Patton/Thomas -Royalimas

Ships involving Patton

Patton/Logan -Logicality

Patton/Roman -Royality

Patton/Virgil -Moxiety

Patton/Thomas -Patmas

Patton/Remus- Intruality

Patton/Janus -Moceit

Patton/Logan/Roman -Royalogicality

Patton/Logan/Janus -Lomoceit

Patton/Logan/Virgil -Analogicality

Patton/Logan/Thomas -Logicalimas

Patton/Logan/Remus -Intrugicality

Patton/Logan/Janus -Lomoceit

Patton/Virgil/Roman -Anaroyality

Patton/Virgil/Thomas -Moxiemas

Patton/Virgil/Janus -Anamoceit

Patton/Virgil/Remus -Intrumoxiety

Patton/Janus/Roman -Royaliceit

Patton/Janus/Remus -Intrumoceit

Patton/Janus/Thomas -Moceitmas

Patton/Remus/Roman -Intruroyality

Patton/Remus/Thomas -intruthomality

Patton/Roman/Thomas -Royalimas

Ships involving Logan

Logan/Virgil -Analogical

Logan/Remus -Intrulogical

Logan/Janus -Loceit

Logan/Roman -Logince

Logan/Patton -Logicality

Logan/Thomas -Lomas

Logan/Patton/Janus -Lomoceit

Logan/Patton/Thomas -Logicalimas

Logan/Patton/Roman -Royalogicality

Logan/Patton/Virgil -Analogicality

Logan/Patton/Remus -Intrugicality

Logan/Thomas/Janus -Loceitmas

Logan/Thomas/Remus -Intrulomas

Logan/Thomas/Virgil -Analomas

Logan/Thomas/Roman -Logincemas

Logan/Roman/Janus -Roloceit

Logan/Roman/Remus -Intrulogince

Logan/Roman/Virgil -Analogince

Logan/Janus/Remus -Intruloceit

Logan/Janus/Virgil -Analoceit

Logan/Virgil/Remus -Intruloxiety

Ships involving Virgil

Virgil/Roman -Prinxiety

Virgil/Logan -Analogical

Virgil/Remus -Dukexiety

Virgil/Janus -Anxceit

Virgil/Patton -Moxiety

Virgil/Thomas -Thomxiety

Virgil/Remy

Virgil/Remus/Janus -Anxceitmus

Virgil/Remus/Roman -Intruprinxiety

Virgil/Remus/Logan -Intruloxiety

Virgil/Remus/Patton -Intrumoxiety

Virgil/Remus/Thomas -Dukexiemas

Virgil/Patton/Janus -Anamoceit

Virgil/Patton/Roman -Anaroyality

Virgil/Patton/Logan -Analogicality

Virgil/Patton/Thomas -Moxiemas

Virgil/Patton/Logan -Analogicality

Virgil/Janus/Roman -Anaroceit

Virgil/Janus/Thomas -Anxceitmas

Virgil/Janus/Logan -Analoceit

Virgil/Thomas/Roman -Prinxiemas

Virgil/Thomas/Logan -Analomas

Virgil/Logan/Roman -Analogince

Virgil/Remy/Thomas -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Janus

Janus/Roman -Roceit

Janus/Remus -Dukeceit

Janus/Logan -Loceit

Janus/Virgil -Anxceit

Janus/Patton -Moceit

Janus/Thomas -Thomceit

Janus/Patton/Logan -Lomoceit

Janus/Patton/Remus -Intrumoceit

Janus/Patton/Thomas -Moceitmas

Janus/Patton/Roman -Royaliceit

Janus/Patton/Virgil -Anamoceit

Janus/Logan/Thomas -Loceitmas

Janus/Logan/Roman -Roloceit

Janus/Logan/Virgil -Analoceit

Janus/Logan/Remus -Intruloceit

Janus/Remus/Thomas -Thomceitmus

Janus/Remus/Virgil -Anxceitmus

Jannus/Logan/Roman -Roloceit

Janus/Thomas/Virgil -Anxceitmas

Janus/Thomas/Roman -Roceitmas

Janus/Virgil/Roman -Anaroceit

Janus/Roman/Remus -Remroceit

Ship involving Orange

Ships involving Remy

Remy/Thomas -Thomsleep

Remy/Emile

Remy/Virgil

Remy/Otto -Remo

Remy/Remus - intrusleep

Remy/Virgil/Thomas -Thomsleepxiety

Ships involving Emile

Emile/Remy

Emile/Thomas -Thomlie

Ships involving Otto

Otto/Remy -Remo

also huge thanks to @thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary this would have taken so much more time without their blog!

[nandysparadox]

roses and blue teddy bears

Pairing: romantic royality; brotherly moxiety

Word count: 1343

cw: just fluff. a lot of it

Summary:

Roman finds his boyfriend waiting for him after his debut in the lead role of a musical. Patton discovers Roman has a question to ask after the graduation ceremony.

or

Two times Patton and Roman gifted each other flowers.

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fic for day 3 of @royalityweek!! ive been having so much fun writing these, and I kinda fell in love with this verse haha ❤️🩵😊

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: seasons/flowers

There was nothing better than this, Roman thought, as he looked over the crowd. The bright stage lights blurred his vision of the audience, but he still heard the cheers, the applause that set his blood roaring in his veins as he linked arms with his colleagues and took the final bow.

The walk to the dressing room was filled with laughter and the giddy satisfaction that came with the end of a performance. They were already all quite familiar with each other, Roman would say, but goodness if the debut of their show didn’t make them closer.

Carefully, he began to unbutton his suit, feeling the fabric brush his skin as he slipped it off. It felt all too professional, and it’s then that it hit him. He did it. Most times he could barely believe this was real. Roman supposed he’d have Patton to thank for that, convincing him to go to the audition in the first place. Roman chuckled under his breath, he’d lost a lot of faith over years of unlucky streaks.

And now he had one of the lead roles in an up-and-coming musical with a lot of potential. He would be the actor to originate the role on stage.

Like he said, unreal.

Despite all the excitement, changing out of costume was still a tedious process. The adrenaline wore off, after all, and as he rubbed his skin with the makeup wipe, trying to take off the stubborn mascara, he definitely felt it. By the time he was done, he wanted nothing more than to jump into bed.

A few people greeted and congratulated him on the way to the stage door. He was his usual, charming self, of course, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t rush the interactions a little. When he finally slipped away, he exited the theater with a sigh. Then stopped right in his tracks as he saw who was waiting just by the door.

He’d recognized those flower-embroidered overalls anywhere, along with that peek of black hair.

Patton’s face was almost fully hidden, covered by a bouquet so huge you could spot it from a building. A combo of red and white roses that looked right out of Queen of Heart's garden. It was lovely — and the gesture made Roman’s heart do all sorts of flips in his chest. Patton supported him in every performance, usually spotted somewhere in the first rows, but the fact that he chose to go above and beyond on this one, knowing how much it meant to him?

It made Roman want to kiss him until they ran out of air.

As if he noticed him in the same instant, Patton stuck his head out of the bouquet. He was beaming, bright and beautiful. “Honey! Congrats-”

He just couldn’t help it, Roman practically threw himself at him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and smiling so wide his cheeks hurt.

“Woah, careful with the flowers,” Patton giggled, moving the arrangement so they didn’t crush it. “Hello sweetie,” he whispered with a smile, coy and teasing. It was like a thread snapped.

Roman surged forward and pulled Patton into a kiss, practically melting when the other reciprocated. It was always like that with Patton, a kiss both warm and sweet, like hot chocolate with cinnamon. The kind that made Roman long to do it over and over again.

“I love you so much,” He breathed out as they pulled apart, and Lord knows the moon-eyed look he must’ve been giving Patton. He couldn’t find it in himself to care too much.

Patton chuckled, all mischievous as he fiddled with the collar of Roman’s button-up. “Well, thank you, honey.”

Huffing, Roman batted at his shoulder, causing Patton to laugh outright. Instantly, he softened.

It was the kind of laughter that sounded just as beautiful and melodic as ringing bells. The kind that made him want to rescind his previous statement on theater because he was certain that there wasn’t a thing in the world that was better than it.

“I love you too,” Patton said. “So much.”

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Excitement filled the auditorium as everyone geared up to leave the stage. Patton was more than ecstatic, of course, but after listening to speech after speech, he was more than ready to get out of those robes and head to the restaurant and celebrate with his family.

He ran a thumb across the certificate tube as he trailed down the stairs, feeling the leather in his fingertips. That was it, huh? A combined 8 years in the same university and now he had a Veterinary Medicine degree. It was weird to think about. Part of him couldn’t believe he’d really done it.

Patton smiled, holding his diploma tighter. Despite the uncertainty, an overwhelming sense of pride bloomed in his chest. It was like he was floating on air. He’d really done it… he’d be a vet! His dream job since he was 8 and his parents took him and his brother to the zoo. This was real.

It took a few seconds for him to spot his family in the crowd, but when he did, he found them waving with huge smiles on their faces. He was sure he matched that as he ran over, having to step aside a few stray caps. His mother hugged him tight before he could even get a word in, and his father was in a state, sobbing and fussing over Patton as much as he could. They congratulated him, teary-eyed and looking so proud Patton ended up shedding a few tears himself.

Virgil approached him, all stiff and awkward, and he thought his brother would give him one of his usual shoulder pats, but then all of a sudden he was pulled into a hug. One that lasted for a whole 15 seconds, which was quite long — for Virgil. When he pulled away, Patton could’ve sworn he saw tears in the corners of his eyes. He chuckled, but didn’t mention it — Virgil would probably deny it to his grave.

“Is Roman here?” Patton finally asked, after letting his parents snap a few pictures for the photo album. "He’d said he’d come.”

His mother smirked, putting a hand on her hip. “Look around, sweetie.”

Patton tilted his head, but he did so, turning around. What he saw made his eyes widen.

“No way.”

Roman waved at him with a grin, pushing a blue-painted pushcart, of all things. Flowers, light blue and blooming, filled the cart to the brim, along with heart-shaped boxes, chocolate bars, and a teddy bear resting right on top of them. Patton laughed in delight, though it might’ve come off more as a squeal.

“You’re crazy,” he said, eyeing the cart as Roman got closer. “What, is this Valentine’s or something?”

“Only about you, darling.” Roman winked, taking his hand and kissing it in a move that never failed to make Patton blush. “And no, more important than that.

Roman let go of his hand and hugged him tightly.

“Congratulations, my heart, I’m so proud of you.”

Roman had always been one for big gestures, but somehow he still surprised him every time. Patton beamed, feeling so happy he rocked on his feet. When they finally pulled apart, Patton leaned in and pressed a big kiss to Roman’s cheek.

“How did you get this thing in here anyway?” he laughed.

Roman shrugged, smirking like the cat who got the cream. “I have my ways,” he said, falling into silence as he ran a hand through Patton’s hair. He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if nervous all of a sudden, and cleared his throat. “Actually, could you get that plushie for me?”

Patton blinked and reached for the teddy bear. It was incredibly adorable. Made out of blue checkered fabric and with big black eyes. It even had a necklace! A thin golden chain that led down to…

A key?

When Patton looked back at Roman, the other was smiling bright enough to outshine the sun.

“Move in with me?”

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A/N:

he said yes, by the way ;)

first half takes place about 5 years after they met, while the second half takes place a few months later, after patton has finished veterinary school :>

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Day 6: Learning To Dance

For @moxiety-week

Word Count: 1289

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Moxiety 💙💜 background Roceit

Warnings: none

~~~START~~~

“I don’t think I’m supposed to be here,” Patton whispered as he marveled at the high, vaulted ceilings of the Royal Ballroom. 

Virgil glanced around too, though not nearly as impressed as Patton was. “It’s prettier when there’s a party.” 

“You hate parties,” Patton chuckled. 

“Yeah, but before all the people get here, and the decorations are up, and the musicians are setting up on stage… you’d love it.” 

“I love it now!” 

Virgil smiled as he watched Patton explore the large room. It was dark, but the enormous windows taking up the entire south wall allowed the full moon to illuminate the space just enough to see with. 

Virgil had been the Royal Tailor’s son back in Mentiroso, but as the only other child in the castle close to the King’s youngest son’s — Prince Janus — age, he’d received a Royal education. 

It wasn’t that he was the Prince’s friend, but rather that the only way to trick Prince Janus into focusing on his studies was if there was some sort of competition to beat. If Virgil took the same lessons as Janus, then he would have someone to be better than — to put it another way, if Janus had failed his studies, then there would be some poor, servant-class boy who had done better than him. 

Virgil was the Prince’s rival. 

As they grew older, Virgil was assigned the role of Prince Janus’s advisor — or to put it more accurately, his manservant. When Prince Janus was sent off to marry Prince Roman Sanders of Gemelo, Virgil was sent with him. 

That’s where he met Patton. 

Patton worked as a kitchenhand in the Sanderses’ castle. It was his dream to be the head chef one day, but for now he mostly did prep work. 

As Janus’s Royal Advisor, Virgil’s role and status in the castle was vague and ill-defined, which allowed him quite a bit of freedom, actually. The thought that Virgil might be unimportant kept people from questioning why he was doing seemingly demeaning tasks — tasks such as clearing dirty dishes from the dining hall so that he might run into the cute kitchenhand as he brought the dishes to the scullery maids. Then again, the thought that Virgil might be Important™ kept people from questioning him when he went places that were restricted — places such as the Royal Ballroom in the middle of the night with said cute kitchenhand. 

“I wish I was important,” Patton mused wistfully. “I’d learn to dance, and I’d attend big fancy parties with princes and dukes and such, and I would dance the whole night away.” 

“Well, I’m not important, and I can’t get you into a big party, but I can teach you to dance,” Virgil offered. 

“Really?” Patton gasped. 

Virgil shrugged, hoping the moonlight wasn’t bright enough for Patton to see his blush. “Sure, I was taught by some of the best dance instructors in Mentiroso, some of it probably stuck.” 

“I would love that!” 

“Okay, so…” Virgil paused as he thought of the best way to start; Patton smiled encouragingly. “Let’s start with the basic waltz.” 

He stepped closer to Patton and took his right hand in his left and wrapped his own right arm around Patton’s waist. This position put him really close to Patton’s face, but he was trying not to think about it. 

“Now you put your left hand on my shoulder,” he instructed. “A waltz is done in three-three time, so the steps will be one, two, three, one, two, three. Does that make sense?” 

“Maybe?” Patton answered, a confused wrinkle appearing on his forehead. “Keep going, maybe it’ll make more sense later.” 

“Okay, so your first step will be to step back with your right foot. Your second step will be to bring your left foot back and to the side, so it’s parallel to your right foot, but one step to the left. Your third step will be to bring your right foot over to meet your left foot, so you’ll be standing the same way you are now, except back and to the left. Each step would happen on the beat of a song. Is it making more sense?” 

“So it’s back, left, together?” Patton asked. Virgil nodded. “And then what are you doing?” 

“I’ll be moving the same way, except I’ll be making the opposite moves so that we stay together, so I’ll be going forward, right, together. Do you want to try it?” 

“Yes, let’s.” 

“Okay, back,” Virgil instructed. 

Patton stepped back with his right foot like he was supposed to, but he didn’t quite step back far enough, and Virgil, who’d tried to take a whole step forward, stepped on his foot. 

“Sorry!” Patton apologized. 

“That’s okay,” Virgil assured him. “Take a full step back, there’s nothing behind you, you’ll be alright. Now, back.” 

This next try went much better as Patton and Virgil took nearly equal steps. 

“Left. Together.” 

“I did it!” Patton cheered. 

“You did,” Virgil smiled. “Now let’s see if we can do a few in a row. Back, left, together. Back, left, together. One, two, three. One, two, three.” 

The pair made their way across the floor with minimal stumbling. It took Patton a few repetitions to stop staring at his feet, but once he got it, it was much easier to keep his eyes on Virgil. 

“Okay,” Virgil decided once they started approaching the wall. “Now let’s learn how to go the other way. Now our steps are going to be reversed, so you’ll be going forward, right, together, and I’ll be going back, left, together, okay? And forward, right, together. Forward, right, together.” 

This direction had a few more hiccups as Patton occasionally stepped with the wrong foot, but eventually he got the hang of this direction as well. 

“Now we’ll put them together into a box step. So that’ll be back, left, together, forward, right, together, and then we should end up right back here.” 

“I’m gonna mess up a lot,” Patton frowned. 

“That’s alright, we’ll go slow. Back, left, together…” 

There were a lot of false starts, and they often failed to take equal steps both ways to end in the same spot, but eventually Virgil was able to transition from counting the steps to humming a waltz song. 

As the song Virgil was humming came to an end, the two were left standing in the middle of the ballroom, holding each other close. With the lesson over, there was nothing to distract Virgil from the fact that Patton was right there. 

“You’re a really good teacher,” Patton whispered, as though the quiet of the ballroom was something to be revered and preserved. 

“Thanks,” Virgil whispered back. 

Neither of them moved, each just staring at the other. Slowly, Patton pressed up on his toes to bring himself closer to Virgil’s height, and Virgil found himself drifting downwards to meet him. 

He wasn’t sure who initiated the kiss, all he knew was that Patton’s — soft, warm — lips were moving against his own, and he was responding in kind. After a minute, Patton pulled back. 

“I have to get to bed,” he whispered. “But this was really nice.” 

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed, somewhat dumbly. 

“I hope we can do it again sometime,” Patton smiled, looking the slightest bit smug. 

“Yeah,” Virgil said again, his brain struggling to form coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. 

Patton leaned up to press one last kiss to Virgil’s lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Virgil.” 

“Yeah.” 

Virgil watched as Patton walked out of the ballroom; he stopped at the door and turned to give Virgil a little wave. Virgil waved back, and Patton left. 

Tonight was definitely worth all the knowing smirks Janus would be sending him the next day. 

~~~END~~~

I hope you all liked my extremely creative names for kingdoms (Janus is from “liar” and Roman is from “twin”)

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[beansforwhat]

okay this is gonna be a LOT but I really REALLY love anamociet and im only really gonna explain anxceit and moceit because I can't really put my thoughts on moxiety into words?? But yeah

so for anxceit, i just ADORE the kind of gray area they both fall in from a sympathy standpoint?? Like on one hand Virgil wasn't okay when he was a dark side, and its absolutely fair of him to have wanted to change, and I can definitely see why Janus would misinterpret him disliking the way he used to be as him almost acting superior to himself & Remus, and on the other hand Janus having long accepted that Thomas sees him as a bad aspect of who he is and seeing it as betrayal when Virgil left, and putting up a really cold and snarky persona (especially around Virgil. he's a bit more genuine in POF and it shows) as a sort of defense mechanism. Neither of them is wrong for feeling how they do and it mostly comes down to miscommunication and ego, and I think its a really interesting dynamic

Moceit is special to me bc it just feels so fitting for their characters!! like Patton being emotionally intelligent enough to infer that janus is just suppressing his vulnerability because he himself did that in the past, and the idea of them having a mutually beneficial relationship and them just genuinely trying to get to know each other better. jan helping pat understand that it's okay to enjoy yourself and that there really isn't a one size fits all solution to every dilemma, and pat helping jan understand that sometimes it can be worth it to take the risk of being vulnerable in order to connect with others. Its a really cute and great dynamic and I can't get enough of it

I can absolutely see the appeal of most ships, though, and I honestly just like to see my boys happy :))

Sanders Sides community, I'm about to give you the chance of a lifetime to spill your soul out about your blorbos:

What are your favourite ships and why?

I'm new here and I won't judge, it's a safe place.

Let me know why you think Virgil and Roman belong together or why you think Janus and Logan should kiss or whatever. And do let me know if you're entirely against shipping in this fandom too, I'm just curious about the vibes!

(However, if I see any of you shipping the twins... The block button will be rightfully used.)

[ashtonisvibing]

What's your versions of Virgil and Patton like?

i guess that depends on what you mean by "versions"

fanon version? virgil's pretty similar to canon, they just get more fun outfits and use they/them pronouns and is dating patton (cuz moxiety my beloved). patton is also pretty similar, but more depressed dad than canon (still got that habit of hiding their negative emotions from everyone else)

normalcy au? lord help you if you get caught on virgil's silver tongue, they are NOT afraid to bite back - sometimes even literally! they are dating remus, after all! you gotta have a little bit of gremlin energy when dating that freak (affectionate) :} their anxiety isn't as... i guess obvious as in canon. if you don't know what to look for, it only really pops up in panic/anxiety attacks/meltdowns when they're too overwhelmed by whatever's bothering them (mostly meltdowns cuz their anxiety and their autism go hand in hand with processing their surroundings, if that makes sense). if you're like logan and remus and DO know what to look for, their anxiety pops up in dooms day nihilism (the world's dying, what's the point anymore, that sort of thing). thankfully they are going to therapy for it after being convinced by their boyfriend (remus) and their boyfriend's boyfriend (logan) :}

for patton, they're much better at showing their negative emotions nowadays than their canon counterpart! being with janus helps a lot with that. patton isn't so much of an open book with his feelings, but janus is still really good at reading him (helps that they've been together for so long). so with a lot of help from her, plus some professional help, they're at the point where they can at least let themself be sad or angry around their wife. showing those emotions in front of friends is still a work in progress, though.

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for the fic titles!! I’m Falling (interpret however you want muehehehe)

Angel and Demon AU Moceit + maybe Analogical?

Virgil is a newly minted guardian angel. His first assignment is a scruffy looking do-gooder named Patton whose on the brink of becoming disillusioned/ burnt out by all of his charity work and activism and need someone to help him take care of himself as well as others.

Virgil disguises himself as one of the college age volunteers at Patton’s soup kitchen in order to get close to Patton and talk with him (as well as spying on him when he’s in angel mode).

Virgil’s not totally sure how its best to help Paton, so the assignment’s taking a while, but they’ve become friends and Patton doesn’t seem to be getting worse so he’s fairly optimistic.

BUT THEN Virgil’s (self-appointed) BFF Remus decides to visit. Remus is a cupid, although no one can figure out how he’s not been fired from that job since he tends to make inappropriate matches just for fun and causes chaos wherever he goes.

Remus jokingly (?) suggests the cure to Patton’s problem is getting laid and aims his bow at Patton and the first person he sees him talking to.

Unfortunately that person is Janus. A ‘business developer’ (who is totally NOT part of the mafia nooo) who is only at the soup kitchen to subtly imply Patton should be selling the building to him before something….happens to it….

Virgil panics. Tackles Remus. Bow goes off. Suddenly the do-gooder and the wise guy are making googly eyes at each other, falling head over heels in love instantly.

Virgil now needs to figure out how to undo cupids arrow before the infatuation blooms into real love, disrupting Patton’s destiny and getting Virgil kicked off the guardian team before his first assignment’s even done.

Would becoming a fallen angel on his first job be some kind of record?

Bonus points:

· Remus’ ‘bow and arrow’ manifests as a straw and spit balls

· Logan is a cross roads demon who Janus originally made a deal with to move up the ranks in his crime syndicate very quickly. He is Not Happy that Janus is so distracted by smooching Patton he hasn't been carrying out all his various Evil Tasks on schedule.

· Eventually ends up teaming up with Virgil to break up the couple.

· They are both terrible at it.

· Possibly end up falling for each other??

· Remus’ Human disguise is hot pants and a leather jacket.

[dominoeswrites]

We have officially caught up to the original tumblr version, all content from here will be Brand New Never Before Seen!

[skeletaldarling]

20. “Yeah, okay. You’re definitely sick.” With familial moxiety, but with Virgil as the dad?

Warnings: Sickness obviously, nothing else I can think of? (Correct me if I’m wrong!) 

Patton opened his eyes with a small whine as he woke up. His throat burned, his nose itched, everything was sore. He felt awful! 

He pulled the blankets up over his head and squeezed his eyes shut, hoping the yucky feeling would pass. Hardly a minute later, a sliver of light was let into his bedroom and he could hear his dad speaking. 

“Hey, kid,” he whispered. “You awake?” 

Patton groaned and pulled his the covers down just enough to show his eyes. Virgil chuckled and sat down next to his son. “C’mon, pancake. It’s time to get up. You have school.” 

Patton swallowed another whine. How could he forget about school? 

Virgil frowned. “Are you okay? You don’t look too good...” He swept Patton’s hair away from his forehead to feel his temperature and sighed. “Yeah, okay. You’re definitely sick.” 

Patton pouted and sat up. “I’ll get ready for school now...” he said sadly. 

Virgil snorted. “Nuh-uh, mister.” He picked the five year old up and grabbed the blanket from his bed, making Patton laugh despite how gross he was feeling. 

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you set up downstairs.” 

Virgil carried his sick son down to the couch and tucked him in with blankets and pillows and all the soft toys he’d left in the living room. “Comfy?”

Patton giggled and shuffled deeper into his nest. “Mhmm!” 

“Good.” Virgil kissed his warm forehead. “What movie do you wanna watch first?”

Patton squished the toy cat he was holding as he thought. “Wall-E?”

“Wall-E it is. Good choice, baby.” Virgil set up the movie and went to get them some breakfast. 

When he returned with a bowl of porridge and some coffee for himself, Patton was staring intently at the screen and fiddling with the cat toy. Virgil gently traded the toy for the bowl and gave him a spoon. “Eat carefully, pancake. Try not to get anything on the couch,” warned Virgil. 

Patton nodded and ate slowly, his eyes still glued to the screen. Virgil chuckled and sat next to him, joining the toddler in his pile of blankets and warmth. 

Patton finished his breakfast and settled down, leaning against his dad’s side to watch the movie. Virgil ran his fingers through the child’s hair as he contacted the school and his work to tell them he and Patton couldn’t come in today. 

After Wall-E had finished, Patton requested Winnie the Pooh and moved to Virgil’s lap. Virgil held him close and kissed his head. “How’re you feeling, pancake?”

“Yucky,” mumbled the distracted five year old. 

Virgil hummed. “Well I hope Pooh bear helps.” 

“He will,” Patton assured. 

Virgil chuckled and pressed his nose into Patton’s soft hair. “Good.” 

I’m still taking prompts! Please send some in!

[decentsanders]

some more dragon sides to complete the set <3

[siren1song]

For a writing request- Deceit, Remus, and Virgil all being super protective over Patton. Honestly, this headcanon is like my whole life right now.

Remus’ part is going under a cut due to the nature of his threats, stay safe kiddo’s!

Protecting PattonPuff

Patton hummed along with the sewing machine as he worked, the sharp end of several pins poking out of his mouth dangerously. The yellow silk he was working with wanted to scrunch up and disobey, but Patton firmly held it down in place while he repaired the rip in Daimon’s cape.

Daimon was sitting on a beanbag chair, reading one of the philosophy books scattered about the room, it being a rec room in the library used for various reasons, usually by Patton and his friends.

Daimon glanced up when someone entered the room before returning his attention to his book, though now he kept half his attention on the newcomer to make sure they didn’t bother Patton while he worked.

Honestly he wished he’d told the other to leave as soon as he saw them, considering what was out of their mouth.

“Isn’t sewing for pussy’s and girls?”

The machine stalled when Patton’s foot froze over the pedal, green eyes blinking up at the one who’d spoken.

“I’m sorry?” he asked after taking the pins out of his mouth.

“Should be, with your disturbing habits.”

Patton frowned, clearly upset with what was being said but unsure of how to even begin disputing the person’s claims.

“Not nearly as disturbing as your clearly shrunken ball sack,” Daimon said, not looking up from the book he was no longer reading.

He wheeled around, fuming at Daimon now instead of intent on making fun of Patton. Perfect.

“What’d you just say, punk?”

“Punk? That’s the best you can come up with, ignoramus?”

Patton coughed, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looked away.

The stranger’s anger turned confused, but he could obviously still tell it was an insult.

“Did you need a dictionary? Perhaps a thesaurus?”

The man actually snarled at that point, fists clenching.

“I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be tasting leather for weeks.”

Daimon finally looked up from the words he wasn’t processing, amused.

“Really, you’ll have to try harder than that to shake me. I’ve heard far worse considering who I deal with on the daily.”

Patton huffed out a laugh at that, going back to sewing while Daimon continued to berate the asshole until he left. Nodding to himself, Daimon went back to his book while Patton finished up his cape.

Remus poked his head into Patton’s Apparel Technical Design class, looking for his favorite puffball of positivity only to find him scrunched up at his desk, shoulders practically at his ears, cheeks red in shame.

Walking over, Remus slammed his hands on Patton’s desk, and loudly started talking.

“Whoever hurt you, I will gut them and use their intestines as jewelry! Tell me, Pattonpuff, what is wrong!”

Patton, after the initial jolt of fear, let out a soft laugh at Remus’ proclamation.

“Nothing, Remus! Pattonpuff is fine!”

Remus gave Patton a point-blank expression, making him sigh in defeat.

“My designs got an 83, Remus. I thought that was pretty good, but some other people told me it was because they were unimaginative and boring...”

Remus narrowed his eyes around the classroom.

“Point them out, Patton.”

Patton glanced to the left at a group of younger students before his eyes darted back to his desk.

“Really, Remus, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.”

Remus, having seen the glance, ignored his best friend and walked over to the group. He slung an arm around a girl as if they were best friends, his other hand resting on the shoulder of a taller male standing next to her.

“Hey pals! Heard you said some interesting things to Pattonpuff over there! Now, tell me, who wants to go first?”

The girl scowled in disgust, pulling away so that Remus’ arm dropped to his side.

“First for what?”

“Their disembowelment, of course! I’m going to make the prettiest dress out of your organs!”

This time the male stepped away, everyone looking perturbed at Remus’ ecstatic grin.

Someone else spoke up, though they only got as far as “his designs were hideous” before Remus stormed up to them and grabbed their nose, twisting harshly and earning a yelp.

“Shut up before I rip off your toes and use them to dig out your eyes.”

Them now stunned into silence, Remus grinned and waved, walking back to Patton.

“Anyway, I came here to ask if I was still modeling that dress you made or if you were going to go to Virgil’s study session tonight.”

Virgil tapped his pencil against the table, his bottom lip between his teeth while he read his psych textbook, trying to process the information he was reading so he could write his thesis but was having hard time focusing on anything other than his boyfriend.

Patton was wiping at his eyes as he sketched, intense frown on his face. Virgil was trying to wait until his partner wanted to mention what was wrong, but it’d been an hour and he was beginning to suspect the other wasn’t going to bring it up.

Eventually, he sighed and put down his pencil, shifting his seat closer to Patton so he could rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Alright, who hurt you? Do I need to sic Beatrice on them?”

Patton let out a surprised huff of laughter, sniffling and wiping his eyes again.

“No, I’ve just... had a bad day, though Daimon and Remus definitely helped a lot with their defending me.”

Virgil sighed, grabbing Patton’s hand to run his thumbs over the other’s fingers.

“Wanna tell me about it?”

Patton shrugged. “Not really, but I am enjoying the physical affection. Want to go back home and just cuddle?”

Virgil smiled and nodded, moving back so he could pack up his stuff.

“Roman and Remus are probably fighting over something dumb again anyway, You wanna bet Daimon is being absolutely no help at all?”

Patton giggled. “My bets are on him backing Remus today.”

Virgil snorted, shaking his head. Daimon never backed the same twin twice in a row, but Patton was the best at remembering which twin was given back up last, so he wouldn’t bet against him anyway.

“Sure, winner gets a back rub and a song.”

Patton gasped in delight, knowing exactly what Virgil had just offered and was now significantly more eager to get home.

“Perfect! Let’s go!”

Virgil laughed and let Patton drag him out of the library.

[perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare]

*random girl starts trying to flirt with Patton and Roman*

Virgil: Can I shoot her?

Logan: Not in public.

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

guys... I was looking through my closet... and I could (almost) do a Moxiety fusion cosplay...