#xe/xem pronouns for virgil sanders

[milkyway-writing]

It Could be Worse?

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Remus/Virgil/Janus (Could be read as romantic or platonic)

TWs: A mild NSFW joke involving Janus's name made by Remus

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Janus knew she had gone too far. Knew that Roman hated being compared to his brother. That’s why she said it, in the heat of the moment. She had been vulnerable with her name and was immediately got made fun of, so she lashed out. Of course, that didn’t make it acceptable by any means. But that led her here, to Remus’s room.

Janus knocked on the door, knowing Remus was probably working on some project or another. She fiddled with her sleeve, anxiously running her fingers over the patch of scales on her arm.

There was clattering from inside the room until the door opened, Remus leaning precariously against the doorframe.

Janus could see past him into the room, where she saw Virgil sprawled out on the floor, idly looking over at them.

“So…? Whatcha need, Snakey?” Remus looked down at her, its head tilted curiously.

Janus paused, thinking over her choices, before nodding softly to herself. She would drop the lying for this, it was important enough. “I need to talk to you two, please. Something… not extraordinary happened, and I think it’s best if you hear an explanation of things from me before you hear it from Roman, because I fucked up majorly.” Remus seemed to pick up on the urgency and underlying upset in her voice, gently beckoning her into the room.

Virgil sat up, having been listening in to the conversation, sat up from the floor, pushing his headphones down around his neck.

“What’d you do? Can’t be that bad, can it?” Remus asked as Janus sat on the bed.

“Oh, it can be. I may or may not have compared Roman to you, called you the evil twin, and maybe possibly said that I wouldn’t be able to tell you two apart if you didn’t have a mustache. And I also tole Roman, Patton, and Thomas my name, which went about as well with your brother as stabbing someone with a plastic spoon.” Janus hissed the last bit, almost bitterly.

Virgil winced. “There have to be worse things that could happen."

Janus looked up at Virgil, a doubtful look on her face. “Like what?”

Virgil paused, obviously trying to think of an example. "Um. Something."

Remus hummed. “I have one, he could’ve mispronounced your name on purpose, on top of all that, J-anu-”

Janus hissed softly. “Okay first off, rude. Second off, don’t you dare continue that sentence.”

Virgil snorted softly. “Yeah, okay, that might be a bit worse.”

Janus sighed. “Yeah, but like… I fucked up. And I don’t think apologizing would fix it. I mean, I’m not exactly a ‘beacon of truth’, as Virgil puts it. And I haven’t done anything for him to trust me. I hurt him.”

Remus nodded. “Yeah, you messed up a lot. But, it’s not unfixable. Give him time, maybe let me talk to him some. Let him get the anger out of his system, then be honest. Apologize, and do things to fix shit. Stop using him to get your way. Leave him be, and let him decide if he wants to trust you or not. Worse comes to worst he decides not to, and you leave him alone.”

Janus pondered that for a moment before nodding. “...Alright. I’ll try that, I guess.”

Virgil tilted his head. “You can’t just try, Jan. You have to do it. You can’t just do it part way, or try to fake it. You have to want to do it, and make things better.”

“I do! I didn’t want to hurt him!” Janus huffed.

Virgil seemed unimpressed, raising his eyebrow. Xe seemed fully aware that Janus wasn’t telling the truth.

After a few moments of silence, Janus huffed again, a complaining tone apparent in her voice. “...Okay, I meant to hurt him, but I don’t want to hurt him further.”

Virgil nodded and softened, seemingly satisfied with that answer. “Okay, good. Then you need to work not to make the same mistakes, and if you mess up, own it.”

Janus looked mildly uncomfortable upon being told to own her mistakes but nodded anyways. “Okay. I can do that.”

Remus smiled a little. “Good, I’m glad. Now, wanna see what we were working on?”

Janus nodded, a small smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, I’d love to.”

[author-chan06]

Hello! Welcome to my Tumblr!

Personal:

Names: Ari, Jay, Roman, Blitzø, And Loki! You can use any or all of them.

Gender: Agenderboy

Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual (Maybe??? Questioning This Rn Might Be On The Asexual Spectrum???)

Pronouns: They/He/It + Some Neos

Neopronouns That I Use:

Xe/Xem/Xyr/Xyrs/Xemself

Ae/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Ye/Yem/Yer/Yers/Yemself

Qu/Queer/Queer/Queers/Queerself

Voi/Void/Voids/Voids/Voidself

Vae/Vaer/Vaer/Vaers/Vaerself

Sym/Ser/Ser/Sers/Symself

Un/Un/Uns/Uns/ Unself

Nin/Nin/Nins/Nins/Ninself

Neb/Nebula/Nebus/Nebus/Nebulaself

Sti/Stim/Stims/Stims/Stimself

Pri/Prin/Princes/Princes/Princeself

Fandom Stance:

I am a proshipper, a comshipper, and a selfshipper. I do ship things that would be considered “problematic”, but I will not debate the ethics and morals of this on this blog. It’s just not really what I want to do, and it would cause me too much mental stress, as I’m not a big fan of being involved in debates. Any talk of this will be deleted. So anti’s do not interact.

So Tw’s for this blog:

Unhealthy Relationships

Toxic Relationships

Abusive Relationships

Manipulation

Underage/Adult Relationships

Incest

Sexual Assault

Rape

— And Just In General Some Dark Topics

If you don’t want to see any of that, that is totally fine. Just block and move on. If you’re leaving now, I wanna wish you a happy day and a fun time in whatever fandom you’re in! <3 <3

Fandoms And Ships:

I am in a lot of fandoms and I am a multishipper. So these will be the fandoms I’m in and a link to the post that shows my ships.

Batman

Sanders Sides

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Gravity Falls

Marvel

The Owl House

Hamilton

My Hero Academia

My Ships Post

My Otherlinks And Fictionkin:

Otherlinks:

Loki (MCU)

Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

All Of My S/I’s

Fictionkin:

Roman Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Selfshipping/My F/O’s:

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Virgil Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Janus Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides) & Logan Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Blitzø & Stolas Ars Goetia (Helluva Boss)

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Tomura Shigaraki & Dabi & Himiko Toga & Keigo Takami (BNHA)

Mammon (Obey Me)

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus (Helluva Boss)

Vox & Val & Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

Darkiplier & Wilford & Bim Trimmer & Actor & Yancy & Illinois & Engineer Mark

SCP-049 “The Plague Doctor” & SCP-682 “The Hard To Kill Reptile” & SCP-035 “The Possessive Mask”

Slenderman & Jeff The Killer & Jane The Killer & Ticci Toby & Laughing Jack & Eyeless Jack & Masky & Nina & Clockwork & Ben Drowned

The ones with 2 or more people in one bracket thing are Polyam relationships! And I have made separate posts for most of them, if any of these interest you enough that you want to learn more!

The rest are newer and so they don’t have posts yet, but they will soon!

I’m totally ok with other’s who are dating these guys too! And while our relationships may not be the same, I would love to hear you gush about them, as long as you don’t mind me doing the same right back at you about us ahah

Request Rules And Request Limits:

Disclaimer! Any of these rules and limits to my writing have nothing to do the morality of writing these things and I hold no hate or disgust for people who write these types of things, I just don’t want to write these things or I don’t feel comfortable writing it myself.

Here are my rules and anything you might need to know about my requests: My Requests

Are requests open right now?

Requests are closed!

Links:

My AO3

My Old Blog

My Kofi (Not Fully Set Up Yet)

My Personal Tags

Well I think that’s everything! If you want to gush or ask questions or give requests, go ahead! I hope you enjoy your time at my blog!

[mogai-headcanons]

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides is a gay princegender genderbladed gender creative nonbinary person with ADHD who uses he/him, they/them, and prin/prins pronouns, and prince is dating Janus and Patton!

Virgil Sanders is an autistic bi gay demisexual nonbinary autigender anxiegender gendervoid genderpunk person who uses they/them, xe/xem, vam/vamp, and rot/rots pronouns, and xe're dating Patton, Logan, and Rhea!

Patton Sanders is an autistic gay genderfluid pastelgender laughgender rainbowgender fragaric person with ADHD who uses she/her, he/him, they/them, and any happy-themed and non-themed neopronouns, and she's dating Virgil and Roman and in a QPR with Logan!

Logan Sanders is an autistic gay asexual transfeminine botgender bitgender robogender technogender person who uses she/her, they/them, and it/its pronouns, and she's dating Virgil, Janus, and Rhea and in a QPR with Patton!

Janus Sanders is a transfeminine agender snakegender yellowgender liegender person who uses they/them and it/its pronouns, and it's dating Rhea, Logan, and Roman!

Rhea Sanders is a transfeminine intrusic greengender ratgender turigirl who uses she/her, they/them, it/its, and rat/rats pronouns, and rat's dating Janus, Logan, and Virgil!

dni link

[lilfishboi]

Sides pronouns headcanon’s

Roman: Any + neopronouns (Any neopronouns)

Logan: Xe/Xem/Ze/zem

Patton: He/they/puppy

Virgil: they/them/chemicals

Janus: She/Him/They

Remus: He/poison

[the-midnight-system]

System Member List (!!Needs updating, this is not full list!!)

Each member has a link to a post about them if you click their name! (Unless we haven’t made it yet, of course!)

Arsyn/Demi/Cryptid | 🌘 | they/them, de/dexx/dexxr, any pronouns aside from she/her, he/him, ze/hir/hirs, or it/its | Core; age regressor

Kota | 👾, 💟, 🎮 | he/him, they/them | Host

Void | 🌌, ✨ | any pronouns | Sometimes emotionless

Seph | 💚, 📚 | he/him

Eon | 🧸 | she/her, they/them | Little

Bella | 💄 | she/her | Dormant

Ferris | ~Ferris, ♠️, 🪐 | they/them, it/its | Talks about itself in third person; shapeshifter

Ruby | ♦️, 🐉 | she/her, they/them, any neopronouns | Bipedal dragon-like creature

Exi/Eryx/Xianthus | ⚜️ | they/them, frost/frostself, ey/em/eir, she/her, possibly more

Error/Err | ⛔️ | no pronouns (just use Error’s name)

Beth | 🥀 | they/them, she/her, more? | Little/middle but acts older; mute/nonverbal 99% of the time

Aethealune/Aethea | 🔮, 🪶 | pronouns unknown | Look they literally just showed up one day, all we know is that they have big wings, possibly animal ears/tail, and some burn scars on their face

Nova | 🔭 | star/stars | Has a black cat form that star prefers to stay in

Fictives

Aspen Donnall | -Asp | he/him | OC introject (do not mention)

Rowan McLausten | 🐓, 💙 | they/them, fer/fern, fae/faer, xe/xem/xyr, ey/em/eir, mi/mim/mir, he/him | OC introject (mention lightly); age regressor

Leio Huntyr | 🏵 | he/him | OC introject; middle

Kennedy Corinne Hoffman | 🌄, ♌️ | ve/vem/veir, ze/hir/hirs | OC introject

Noah Olivares | ♿️, 🦽, ❤️‍🩹 | he/him | OC introject; physically disabled (right leg paralyzed, uses wheelchair)

Amie Huntyr | 🐈‍⬛, 🪨 | she/her, they/them, void/voidself, punk/punkself | OC introject

Keith Hopeweld | 🔵, ♣️ | they/them, blu/blue, quoi/quoir, sometimes he/him | OC introject

Cassi | ☣️, ❄️ | she/her, they/them | OC introject

Cody | 🩹 | they/them | OC introject (mention very lightly); an angel but only has one wing due to something happening in their source (don’t ask them about it)

Connor (considering name change) | 🀄️ | he/him, they/them, it/its, red/redself | OC introject of a friend’s OC (do not mention)

Grian | 🦜 | any pronouns | Grian’s Hermitcraft seasons 7 and 8; ageslider

NPC Grian/NPG | -NPG, NPG: | any pronouns | Doctorsiren’s Hermitcraft SnapshotAU (do not mention); middle

Remus | 🦑, 🐀 | he/him, it/its | Sanders Sides; ageslider

Janus/Deceit | 🐍 | he/him, they/them, any pronouns | Sanders Sides; words bordered in slashes are lies; ageslider

Virgil | 🕸, (Virgil) | he/him, they/them, xe/xem/xyr | Sanders Sides; ageslider

Patton | 🤍, 🍪 | any pronouns | Sanders Sides (do not mention); ageslider

Roman | 👑, ❤️ | he/him, she/her, they/them | Sanders Sides; ageslider

Logan | -Logan | he/him, they/them, xe/xem/xyr | Sanders Sides; ageslider

Remy | ☕️, 🤎 | he/him, they/them, ve/vem/veir, any pronouns | Thomas Sanders’ Vines and TikToks (mention lightly)/Sanders Sides fandom content; ageslider

Roman/Pride | <Pride~.*+>, 🗡, 🍒 | they/them, dark/darkself, prin/prince, shadow/shadowself, blade/bladeself | Sanders Sides fandom content (do not mention)

Roman | ▫️👑, ▫️❤️ | he/him, they/them, prin/prince | Sanders Sides fandom content of Patton and Janus keeping the twins apart as kids (do not mention); little

Remus | ▪️🐀, ▪️🦑 | he/him, they/them, it/its | Sanders Sides fandom content of Patton and Janus keeping the twins apart as kids (do not mention); little

Dee | -d | he/him, any pronouns | Haysgrove’s TSS Campfire AU (do not mention)

CF Remus Ruíz | 🍎, 🍏 | he/him | Haysgrove’s TSS Campfire AU

Logan Rowell | ⭐️, 🐈 | he/him | Haysgrove’s TSS Campfire AU

Vee Storm-Callaghan | 🦇, 🐌, 🦋, 🍄 | they/them, she/her, any pronouns | Haysgrove’s TSS Campfire AU; age regressor

Cf Patton | 🔷, 🐸 | he/him, xe/xem/xyr | Haysgrove’s TSS Campfire AU (mention lightly)

Dee/Jay/Invidia | 🌺, ❇️ | they/them, de/dexx/dexxr, fluctuating between she/her and he/him | Arsyn’s TSS College AU; age regressor

Logan Hill (College AU) | 📓 | he/him, they/them | Arsyn’s TSS College AU (mention lightly)

Vee Graden (College) | Signoff unknown | they/them, ve/vem/veir, xe/xem/xyr, ze/hir/hirs | Arsyn’s TSS College AU (mention lightly)

Anxiety | 🕯 | he/him, they/them | Arsyn’s TSS Cryptid AU

Logan the wolf boi | 🐺 | he/him, they/them, pup/pupself, wolf/wolfself | Arsyn’s TSS Cryptid AU; ageslider

Cryptid Thomas | -Cryptid!Thomas | he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Cryptid AU; shapeshifter

King Remus | ⚔️ | he/him, they/them, it/its, blood/bloodself | Arsyn’s TSS Fantasy AU; physically disabled (injured legs, uses crutches, as well as partially impaired hearing and vision)

King Deceit | Signoff unknown | he/him, they/them, snake/snakeself, ze/hir/hirs | Arsyn’s TSS Fantasy AU; physically disabled (blind in one eye)

Fantasy Patton | Signoff unknown | he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Fantasy AU

HG Roman | Signoff unknown | she/her, they/them, sword/swordself, prince/princeself | Haysgrove’s Canon Roman design

Agere Dee | 🌼, 🌸 | they/them, de/dexx/dexxr, fluctuating between she/her and he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Agere AU; age regressor

Agere Vee | ☯️ | they/them, xe/xem/xyr | Arsyn’s TSS Agere AU; age regressor

Agere Remus | Signoff unknown | he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Agere AU

Virgil (ALIP) | ⏳ | they/them, shade/shadeself, time/timeself, q/qself, void/voidself, he/him, possibly more | ResidentAnchor’s TSS A Lesson In Practicality AU (mention lightly)

Roman~.*+ | 🌀 | he/him, te/tem/tempest, storm/stormself, thun/thunder, possibly more | ResidentAnchor’s TSS A Lesson In Practicality AU (mention lightly)

Thomas/Heimis | 🔆, 🪄 | he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Hidden Heroes AU

Virgil/Zarcon | 🪡, 🍃, ♟ | they/them, void/voidself, xe/xem/xyr, shade/shadeself, he/him | Arsyn’s TSS Hidden Heroes AU (mention lightly)

Emile/Ereien | 🩺, 🧶 | she/her, they/them, fae/faer, he/him, any pronouns | Arsyn’s TSS Hidden Heroes AU (mention lightly); ageslider

Virge | 🎸 | they/them, xe/xem/xyr | Arsyn’s TSS Band AU

Virgil | 🔓 | he/him | Fangirltothefullest’s TSS Centaur AU (mention lightly)

??? | 🐍🌩 | they/them, xe/xem/xyr | Arsyn’s TSS Fusion AU (do not mention); using source name Javi until they find a better fitting name

Stallis | 👑🐍 | they/them, she/her, he/him, any pronouns | Arsyn’s TSS Fusion AU

Reyton | deciding between 🌩🗡 or 🌩🐀 | he/him, they/them, it/its, xe/xem/xyr, punk/punkself, fuck/fuckself | Arsyn’s TSS Fusion AU (mention very lightly); habit of cursing a lot so please let them know if a little or someone uncomfortable with cursing is around

Kai | 💙🖤 | they/them | Arsyn’s TSS Fusion AU (mention lightly)

Nico di Angelo | 💀, ♠️, 🇮🇹 | he/him, they/them | Percy Jackson book series

Will Solace | ☀️, 🌻, ⚕️ | he/him | Percy Jackson book series

Thalia | ⚡️ | she/her, they/them | Percy Jackson book series (do not mention)

Reyna | 💜, 🏛, 🇵🇷 | she/her | Percy Jackson book series (do not mention)

Hazel Levesque | 💎, 🟣 | she/her | Percy Jackson book series (mention lightly)

Percy Jackson | 🔱, 🌊 | he/him, they/them | Percy Jackson book series

Annabeth Chase | 🦉, 📖 | she/her, they/them | Percy Jackson book series (mention lightly)

Clarisse | 🐗 | they/them, she/her, blade/bladeself | Percy Jackson book series (do not mention)

Meg | 🌳 | they/them, for/fores/forest, fer/fern, flor/flora, fae/faer, she/her | Percy Jackson book series (mention lightly); middle

Magnus Chase | 🌿 | he/him, they/them | Magnus Chase book series

Alex Fierro | 💗💚 | fluctuating between she/her and he/him | Magnus Chase book series

Hearthstone | 🌱 | he/him, they/them, fer/fern, flor/flora, hearth/hearthself | Magnus Chase book series (mention lightly)

Carter Kane | Signoff unknown | he/him, they/them, possibly more | Kane Chronicles book series (mention lightly)

Sadie Kane | ⚱️ | she/her, they/them, possibly more | Kane Chronicles book series

Anubis | 🖤, ⚰️ | he/him, they/them, it/its | Kane Chronicles book series

Bast | Signoff unknown | she/her, they/them, kit/kitself, cat/catself | Kane Chronicles book series

Atramentous Nico di Angelo | 🔪, ⛓ | he/him, they/them, possibly more | Ashes/Catradora-kiss’s Percy Jackson Atramentous AU (do not mention)

Atramentous Nico di Angelo 2 | 💫 | he/him, they/them, possibly more | Ashes/Catradora-kiss’s Percy Jackson Atramentous AU (mention lightly)

Atramentous Will Solace | 🧡, 🎵 | he/him, fae/faer | Ashes/Catradora-kiss’s Percy Jackson Atramentous AU

Dwayne Pride | —Agent Pride | he/him | NCIS: New Orleans

Agent Tammy Gregorio | 📄 (might change) | she/her, they/them, fae/faer, jazz/jazzself, possibly more | NCIS: New Orleans (mention lightly)

Sebastian Lund | Signoff unknown | he/him | NCIS: New Orleans

Ran Mitake~☆ | 💥, 🔺🔻 | she/her (considering), they/them, red/redself, r/rself, star/starself, after/glow/afterglow | BanG Dream! Girls Band Party (mention lightly)

Moca Aoba | 🍞, 💤 | they/them, it/its, she/her | BanG Dream! Girls Band Party

Lisa | 💝 | she/her | BanG Dream! Girls Band Party

[sandersidesbigbang]

Mod Intros: Mod Hunter

Name: Hunter

Pronouns: They/them, he/him, xe/xem (anything except she/her and it/its pretty much)

Introduce Yourself!

Hey y’all, I’m Hunter! I’m turning 18 during the bang, so one of our checkpoints is also a birthday party. You can find me at meterokinesis on Tumblr and AO3, where I mostly scream about DC and how much I love my friends. I’m a veteran of the Batfam, ATLA, and Fiction Podcast bangs. I’ve modded a lot of servers and one ill-fated zine, but this will be my first bang as a mod!

What got you into the Sanders Sides fandom?

I found Thomas through his collab with Jon Cozart, but I didn’t start watching Sanders Sides until around 2016 when “My Negative Thinking” was released. I’ve been a fan since then, and I started really engaging in the fandom over quarantine because I was looking for fanfiction.

Who is your favorite character?

It’s a tie between Logan and Remus!

What’s your favorite romantic ship (if you have one)?

I’m a multishipper, but I like Logicality and Prinxiety the most.

What’s your favorite dynamic?

Intrulogical or Moxiety, probably.

What is your favorite storyline/episode?

The original debate between Logan and Virgil.

Anything you’d like to add?

I’m absolutely feral when it comes to flowershop AUs because my family owns one and people write them wrong so often. (Hint: I am writing a flowershop AU for the bang.)

[let-us-have-skirt-virgil]

Intro post

Hi there!! Call me Eryn, Mono or Bee, I'm a minor, pronouns are ey/em it/its xe/xem ze/zir and fae/faer. Any other neopronouns are okay too. They/them is fine ig, pronouns depend on the day really-

This is a countdown till we see Virgil in a skirt, because the blog owner is a fucking simp :)

Started Nov. 29, 2020

This will be counting down from when we first got a side in a skirt (which was Patton)

Countdown posts are tagged "skirt virgil", non countdown posts are tagged "not countdown", posts that aren't Sanders Sides related or are Sanders Sides related but not countdown related will be tagged "eryn speaks", "bee speaks" and "mono speaks"

No LGBTQ+phobes, racists, ableists, etc., you knows who you are and just because I didn't mention you doesn't mean I don't allow you here.

I also run @really-awkward-pics-of-nico (can't tag-), @we-stan-virgil-sanders, and @eryn-speaks. My main is @fear-ze-queer if you want to see my shitposts and reblogs, and my writing sideblog is @eryns-writing.

If y'all want to submit things to go along with the countdowns feel free to do so!! I need clever things to say-

Have a nice stay here!

[sof-ingtired]

Oh btw about that Sander Sides Human Au with self -insert me? Yea I have character sheets for every one but Patton and myself right now. Heres a little bit about everyone so far

So Roman and Remus are identical twins (but easy to tell apart because Ro has a big scar on xyr face across xyr nose and Remus has his mustache), Roman is amab nonbinary and uses Xe/Xem/Xyr pronouns. Remus is a cis dude and uses he/him pronouns but doesn't care much. Roman is aroace (romance a favourable and sex-repulsed), xe has a squish on Janus, and Remus is Asexual Biromantic (sex-neutral). Remus is pining for local emo Virgil. The twins are tALL (6'5" or 196 cm)

Logan and Virgil are siblings, Virgil is afab masc nonbinary and uses they/them or he/him pronouns and is on T and had top surgery 2 years ago in the timeline, Virgil is bisexual. Logan is cis uses he/him, and homosexual. Virgil is kinda short but not as short as Janus and Logan is tall but not as tall as the twins. Virgil is the older sibling and logan is the youngest overall

Janus is our local short ass(affectionate) at 4'10" and probably gonna be the oldest (it's between him an Pat being oldest) . He is a transman and been on t for a while now but only got top surgery a year ago in the timeline. He is aroace (romance and sex neutral) . He has a big burn scar on his face where the scales are in canon and uses a prosthetic eye, he has multiple versions of his prosthetic eye including a snake-like one.

Roman and Remus are Italian because,,,,, their names are roman and I'm projecting my italianness on them. Janus is German because German Janus has my heart and soul. Logan and Virgil are Midwestern because again projecting.

Idk where I'm gonna have this au set, I kinda want to set it in the Midwest but Eastcoast is also appealing. Also what type of au this is is yet to be determined. Kinda like the idea of it being a flowershop au with emo Virgil and Soft Goth Janus running the store together (Janus being the owner and manager with Virgil as assistant manager) combined with a college au cause Logan and the twins being in college sounds neat to me.

Idk what I'm gonna name this au and idk my role in it ywt but by god I'm gonna be in it folks

[quoth-the-sparrow]

Someone To Lean On

A Sanders Sides Fanfiction

Warnings: people being rude, panicking, crying (if I need to add anything, let me know)

Pairings: Analogical, Background Royality

Description: Logan’s been having a rough month. Good thing hyr partner is there for hyr!

Word Count: 2,239

A/N Part 1: Logan is genderfluid and uses he/him, xe/xem and zhe/hyr pronouns; zhe is using zhe/hyr for the events in this story. Virgil is nonbinary and uses he/them pronouns.

You can also find this story here on ao3

(I wrote this for @demigodnamedathena as part of a secret santa I participated in!)

Logan walked up to the front desk, carefully balancing the stack of books in hyr arms. The librarian in charge ignored hyr, but this was a normal occurrence. Of course Mrs. Edwards had to be the one manning the front desk; she was the only librarian who didn’t like Logan. Logan had a feeling zhe knew why this was the case, but zhe didn’t know for sure. Zhe cleared hyr throat after about a minute had passed and finally the librarian looked up from her computer at hyr.

“Can I help you?” she asked, clearly annoyed. She cast a glance at the books and rolled her eyes. “The self-check counter is over by the new books section.” Logan bit hyr lip as zhe set hyr books down onto the desk, hyr library card on top of them. Zhe smoothed out hyr skirt and as zhe did so, saw Mrs. Edwards give hyr a look as if she’d smelled something awful.

“I need to check these books out, please. The self-check won’t allow me to do so because these are interlibrary loans.”

Mrs. Edwards sighed in irritation but scanned Logan’s card and the books. Once she was done she shoved the books back in Logan’s direction. “There you go.”

Logan made no move to leave. No matter what Logan did, she was always so rude to hyr. Zhe didn’t know what to do. Hyr friend Patton crossed hyr mind and zhe decided to take a leaf from his book. In as sweet a voice as zhe could manage, zhe said “I hope you have a good day!” before taking hyr things and walking out.

Zhe felt a little better once zhe was out the library doors. A soft sigh escaped hyr lips. Zhe was used to people being judgmental and rude but this month it had been an almost daily occurrence. So what if Logan like wearing skirts and dresses sometimes? They were just clothes; it wasn’t like zhe was hurting anyone. Logan would never understand some people’s need to be hurtful to others just for being different.

Logan adjusted hyr belongings and made hyr way down the library steps and onto the sidewalk. The walk home would only take ten or fifteen minutes; plenty of time to think about what all zhe had to take care of today. The thoughts in hyr head were an endless loop.

“I need to finish my homework for science and English, the dishes need to be washed, it’s about time to vacuum again, and the trash probably needs to go out as well. The bookshelves are getting dusty, I should probably clean the sinks in the bathrooms… “ Logan felt hyrself getting overwhelmed at the prospect of everything that needed to be done. All zhe wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep but zhe knew zhe couldn’t. Not until tonight, at least, and it was only just past noon.

Hyr phone rang and zhe scrambled to grab it from hyr pocket. It was hyr partner, Virgil. “Hello?”

“Hey, L, where are you?”

“I just left the library, I should be home here in a bit. Why do you ask?”

“You’re usually here by now is all. Did you get distracted at the library again?” His tone was light and teasing.

“Here where?” Logan asked, but before Virgil could answer, realization struck hyr. Zhe checked hyr watch and cursed inwardly. “Oh for the love of- it’s Tuesday, isn’t it?” How could zhe have forgotten about their regular Tuesday lunch?

Virgil’s tone shifted to one of confusion as they said “Yeah, I’m at the diner already. I haven’t ordered yet though, so I can come pick you up from the house if you want?”

“Yes please, I have to drop off my books and then I’ll be ready.” Logan felt near tears at hyr stupid mistake but zhe swallowed them down. Zhe couldn’t cry; zhe wouldn’t cry.

“I’m so sorry for forgetting, Virgil. I completely spaced on what day it was.”

Zhe could hear the sound of a car door closing. “Hey it’s okay, it happens. Are you sure you’re alright? You seem-”

Logan hurried to cut Virgil off. “I’m fine! Really, I’m fine. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah, okay… see you soon. Love you, L.”

“Love you too, bye.”

Logan hurried the rest of the way home, wanting to freshen up before Virgil got there. Zhe knew zhe had been forgetting something, which was unlike hyr. Lately zhe had been forgetting all kinds of things, which only made hyr situation worse. “Stay calm, you can do this, just relax, Logan,” zhe said to hyrself as zhe reached the front door. Just as Logan unlocked it, there was a ripping noise and the library books tumbled out of the bag and onto the ground. Zhe cried out and bent to gather them up. Of course this had to happen too.

Logan could feel the tears bubbling up again but zhe bit them back. “No, no, no, none of that. I refuse. Stay strong, don’t cry, it’s fine…” Zhe repeated this mantra to hyrself as she made her way inside and set down hyr books on the coffee table. Logan took a deep breath, attempting to settle hyrself before heading into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, zhe heard the front door open. Virgil called out “Hey starlight, I’m home! Where are you?”

Logan glanced at hyrself in the mirror, frowning before heading out to meet Virgil in the kitchen. “I’m here. I’m so sorry about our lunch date, I don’t know why it slipped my mind.” Lie. You’re a liar. Logan ignored the ugly thought and hugged Virgil, who immediately held hyr close.

“Hey it’s alright, the diner was more crowded than usual anyways. Maybe we can order something and have it delivered? Or I think we have some leftovers from when we went to Ro and Pat’s the other day, that should still be good.”

Logan backed up, shaking hyr head adamantly. “No! No, the diner is fine, that’s what we always do. It’s fine, let’s go, I-” Hyr voice was trembling and Virgil frowned, shushing hyr gently.

“Shh, shh, hey, it’s okay. Let’s sit down so we can talk, alright?”

Zhe nodded reluctantly, that voice in hyr head sharp and hard to ignore. “Now look what you did! Virgil goes through enough without having to deal with you too. What is wrong with you?” Virgil sat down at the table and moved a chair close to them. Logan took hyr seat, hands wringing together despite hyr best efforts not to.

Virgil gently took Logan’s hand in his. “Logan. I'm going to ask you something and I need you to answer me honestly. Okay?” His voice was laced through with concern and Logan couldn’t bring hyrself to look at them.

“Logan please look at me.” Logan bit hyr lip and looked into hyr partner’s warm brown eyes. Zhe saw the worry and sadness there and Logan couldn’t breathe. “Is everything okay?”

Those three words were enough to cause the dam to break inside hyr chest. A sob rose up and escaped hyr lips before they all came tumbling out, and this time there was nothing zhe could do to stop it.

“I- I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry, Virgil, I-” Logan tried to apologize, to pull hyrself together, but couldn’t do it no matter how hard zhe tried. Hyr partner held hyr and let hyr cry it out, rubbing hyr back and murmuring soft words of reassurance.

“It’s okay, let it out, love, I’m here now.” Virgil was warm and his voice was so soft and sweet and Logan clung tighter to them. This went on for some time until finally the tears stopped flowing. Logan wiped the tears away and pulled back. Even though Virgil had seen hyr cry before, zhe felt embarrassed of hyrself.

“Virgil, I’m sorry… I’m okay, really, I just need to calm down, you know? I’ll be fine.” Logan looked at hyr partner, who was frowning.

“L, it’s okay to cry. Do you want to talk about what’s been going on? If there’s anything I can do to help make you feel better, I want to know. You can talk to me about anything, you know that, right?”

Logan nodded reluctantly and let out a sigh. Zhe hadn’t wanted to say anything but it was far too late now. Virgil would only keep asking, so why prolong the inevitable? Logan held tightly to Virgil’s hands and spoke. “I’ve just been… struggling, with some things the past month or so. I’m fine, really, just letting little things get to me is all.” Virgil looked sad and concerned at this.

“Is there anything specific you wanna talk about, Logan?” Virgil moved one of their hands and continued rubbing Logan’s back in slow circles, encouraging Logan to elaborate.

“I’ve just been so stressed lately. Work’s been ridiculously busy, I’m falling behind on my homework, chores have been piling up here at the house and it’s been driving me crazy, and people have been making rude comments-”

Virgil narrowed their eyes. “Who’s been saying rude things to you? Is it that mean librarian, I’ll fight her!” Logan nodded.

“Yeah, she just- every time I go in, she gives me attitude and acts like I’m a waste of her time. I see the ugly looks she gives me, especially when I’m wearing my skirts and dresses. I’ve been trying to do what Patton had suggested and kill them with kindness. I want to be confident enough not to care, the way Roman is. But sometimes I just get so angry, Virgil, I just want to yell and stand up for myself. Causing a scene won’t do anything though, so I just ignore it and let it eat me up inside. The worst of it is that she isn’t the only one who gives me those looks. Who laughs at me. Who says something, either under their breath or to my face. I’m just so tired of it all.”

Logan’s voice caught in hyr throat and zhe closed hyr eyes. A few tears fell down and Logan could feel Virgil wipe them away with the pad of his thumb. “Shh, hey, Logan it’s okay. People suck, but if they have an issue with you and how you dress, that’s on them. It’s none of their business and they don’t get to have a say. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with that. Why didn’t you tell me about any of this?”

Logan felt tears beginning to well up again and zhe shook hyr head as if to clear them away. “I know how hard things can be for you, Virgil. You have your own problems to deal with, not to mention your anxiety. I didn’t want to make things worse for you by giving you my problems to deal with as well. That wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Virgil held Logan close, his voice shaky. “Logan… I hate seeing you do this to yourself. Please don’t bottle things up like this anymore. Trust me, it doesn’t help anything. It just makes things worse. We’re partners, and you are never a bother. Your problems matter just as much as mine do. We’re in this together, okay? I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. I should have realized something was off sooner. I’m sorry, Logan.”

Now Virgil was crying, and it was Logan’s turn to reach up and wipe their tears away. “I’m sorry too. It isn’t your fault; I’m the one who was actively trying to hide this from you. Don’t cry, stormcloud, please. I’m gonna be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

They stayed there in each other’s arms for a long time before Virgil finally spoke. “I love you, Logan. You mean the world to me, you know that, right?”

Logan hummed softly. “Yes, I know. You mean the world to me as well.”

He planted a soft kiss on the top of Logan’s head. “We’ll figure out something to do about that mean librarian. I’ll do my best to help with your homework; maybe you can talk to your professors about it? As for chores, we can knock those out together. But right now, we’re not gonna worry about any of that.”

Logan looked up at Virgil curiously. “We’re not?”

“Nope. Right now I’m going to get us some food and we’re gonna cuddle on the couch and watch Netflix.”

“Oh. Virgil that sounds lovely, but what about our lunch date at the diner? You love the diner. We always go there on Tuesdays, and-” Virgil cut Logan off with a kiss. Logan let out a small noise of surprise before kissing back.

Virgil pulled away and planted soft kisses all over Logan’s face, making hyr laugh. “I do love the diner, but I love spending time with you more than anything. Where we are doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. Right now I just want to take care of you, okay love?”

Logan smiled, feeling better for the first time in a while. Zhe couldn’t believe how lucky zhe was to have someone as amazing as Virgil in hyr life. “Thank you for everything, Virgil.”

Virgil stood and lifted hyr hand to their lips, planting a soft kiss there. “Of course, starlight. I’m always going to be here for you.”

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[volleysides]

CAST

PLAYERS

Logan Crofter

•Position: Setter

• 5′9

• he/him

Virgil Stokes

•Position: Middle Block

• 6′1

• he/him

Roman King

•Position: Ace/Rightside Hitter

• 5′8

• he/him

Remus King

•Position: Outside Hitter

• 5′8

• it/its

Janus Ethos

•Position: Libero

• 5′2

• xe/xem

Patton Foster

•Outside Hitter, Captain

• 5′5

• he/him

Antonn Dyce

•Position: Strategist (Unofficially), Middle Block (Officially)

• 5′7

• she/her

Remy Dyce

•Position: Pinch Server

• 5′7

• they/them

Emile Picani

•Position: Setter

• 5′6

• any pronouns/indicated by a hairpin

MANAGEMENT

Thomas Sanders

•Coach

• 5′8

• he/him

Joan Stokes

•Teacher Advisor

• 5′5

• they/them

Talyn Stokes

•Manager (And Teacher)

• 5′4

• they/them

[asoftervirge]

Of “Love” & Murder (7/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: Logan Oxford: Esteemed Novelist

RATING: PG PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: mentions of Anxiety, Logan being A Nerd, Philosophy Jargon, mentions of a previous Murder, mentions of Poisoning CHAPTER SUMMARY:  Logan tell Patton how he met Virgil.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: And we’re introduced to Logan! :D This chapter is shorter than the Roman introduction, but it should still bring excitement for people to want to learn how xe died. That’s a weird sentence. lol And yes, xe not he. Logan has had a number of changes with this update and I’m very pleased with them, so I hope everyone else is too. Also, this chapter is PG, so that’s good! Have fun reading everyone! xx Virge

INSPIRATION: This post by @phantomofthesanderssides

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Patton squeaked and stood up straighter. For some reason, this person gave off a cold and aloof aura. Much different from the warmth and passion that radiated from Roman.

“You— You must be the second of Virgil’s husbands?”

“Spouses,” the second ghost immediately corrected. His lips curled into a slight scowl. It was pretty intimidating to say the least, especially with how tall he seemed to be. “While I do not completely mind being considered his…’husband,’ I would prefer to be called his spouse. Also my pronouns call be he/him, but I would prefer xe/xyr.”

“O-Oh!” Patton blushed, feeling bad he accidentally misgendered another person. “I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean—”

“Since this is our first encounter and it was merely an accident, I’ll let it slide.” xe told the confectioner while marching toward him, maintaining a good distance. “However, should we encounter each other again multiple times after this, and you still continue to misuse my pronouns, I can guarantee I will not be so friendly.”

Patton gulped. “Got it.”

Xe held out a hand for him. “Logan Oxford. Esteemed novelist and self-admitted astrophile.”

The confectioner didn’t know what half of those words meant. “U-Uhm,” he shakes Logan’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mx. Oxford.”

“Logan, please. No need for formalities.”

He nodded. Now that he thinks about it, Patton has heard the name Logan Oxford before. His cousin Emile brought xem up a couple of times when he talked about therapy (while still keeping patient confidentiality, obviously). He mentioned how xyr essays were really good, but they seemed a little too…stuffy, for his personal tastes (like most scientists/doctors/philosophers/etc).

Now meeting xem for the first time, he can understand why Emile said that.

While Roman had on very bold, fancy colors: reds and whites and golds, Logan was a stark contrast to that. Similar to his own palette but not quite. Xe had on a dark blue dress coat with a white button-up underneath it, along with black suit pants and dark brown dress shoes. A little bit of gold was on his buttons and cuff links, but other than that, the colors xe wore were predominantly dark.

Come to think of it, there were a lot of differences between he and Logan. The novelist had dark eyes while he had baby blue. Logan had straight, gelled black hair while he had strawberry blonde curls. A medium build with a good amount of muscle as opposed to a soft curvy build with a bit of chub. A sharp face as opposed to a rounded one. Square glasses as opposed to rounded lenses.

Regardless, xe were a very clean-looking individual. Perhaps even handsome in xyr own right, much like Virgil was.

“I suppose you’re wanting to warn me about Virgil too?” he asks.

“Is that not why you’re here?” Logan responds. “Or were you just wanting to put your nose into the affairs of a relatively wealthy man?”

Patton pouted. He didn’t have to be rude about it!

“But yes,” the novelist says immediately after. “I am here to also warn you about the dangers of Mr. Virgil Nyx of 613 Rue Morgue.”

“Well take your time. I’m not here to rush you.”

“I appreciate your concerns, but my past before Mr. Nyx is easy to discuss,” Logan tells him.

The confectioner nods, listening to him attentively.

“Growing up as a child, my father was a firm believer of knowledge,” Xe began. “He always believed that it was an incomparably valuable, multipurpose tool, instrumental in identifying and solving any of the world’s problems.” Dark blue eyes casted themselves over to the books. “One of the things he used to tell me was, “If you are ever worried about getting hurt, then seek knowledge. It is our greatest weapon, and our greatest defense.” And so, with that, my ever-growing thirst began.”

Xe went on, “I scoured for any form of knowledge, be that books or even educative television, wherever I could find it, I absorbed it entirely. I read every book from both my father and Ye Ye, every book from the libraries— primary school, the public one, university— etcetera. All of it was not enough for me. I eventually received my Master’s in Philosophy and a Doctorate in Physics, wishing to expand my love of all things intellect and share it with the world.” He turns back to Patton. “Before my graduation, I had published a few theses that were eventually used at other prestigious universities; and afterward, I had written a book or two, which resulted in my rise to celebrity.”

Patton nodded. Then he asked, “Had you known about Virgil before you met him?”

“I was aware of him, yes.” the novelist’s lips thinned into a firm line. “I had heard about the…supposed suicide of Roman Scarlet, famed Broadway actor and beloved performer of the Storytime lounge. I had also heard of his brother’s desire to take Virgil to court without any proof of murderous intent, I believe he was even in contact with a lawyer despite this.”

The confectioner looked at xem in surprise. “Even when he didn’t have evidence, his brother had contact with a lawyer about wanting to see if Virgil could be charged with murder?”

“Indeed.” Logan nodded. “At first, I read it off as some silly story for revenge, not exactly understanding how that was actually the truth.”

Patton nodded. “So…Did you meet him at a book signing or…?”

Logan didn’t say anything of the longest time. When xe did, it was very vague-sounding. “When I met Virgil…well, let’s just say it was…a strange sense of irony.”

…

If he could, Virgil would have openly spat about how much he did not want to be here. When he became as wealthy as he is, he swore up and down that he would never return to this place, return to the old life he lived before he knew what it was like to have money.

And yet, here he was, walking into a familiar-looking bookstore. The name re-entering his mind like he hadn’t shoved it out oh so many years ago.

Catching his eye was the small clump of beings standing outside its old, paint-chipped door; maybe the line won’t be as long as he thought. However, he quickly (and unfortunately) realized that the clump of people outside stood at the end of a line that snaked through the entire store.

Everyone and their mother apparently wanted to meet Logan Oxford today of all days.

He should’ve expected this, and yet, he didn’t. Idiot.

Actual anxiety slowly began to seize his being as he continued to approach. Everyone seemed to have a book clutched in their hands. Most were the newest release that came just before the holidays, while some seemed to be personally chosen titles by the older audience, and then there were even books of essays that were held and gossiped about by students (or who Virgil assumed to be university students).

By the time the line actually started moving, Virgil felt sweat starting to coat his palms. He let out a noise of annoyance and shoved them into his pockets.

He was not going to let his stupid anxiety ruin this chance for him. He wasn’t!

Walking in, the little jingle of the bell above sounded like the heavy dong of a church one.

Virgil forced himself to look around. This cozy little hellhole remained the same even after almost a decade. (He even forced himself to wonder if the old owner was still here. Probably not. Maybe retired. Or dead.)

The lighting was still bad, but it gave the small interior of the store its warm glow; the carpeting was still old fashioned and had that untraceable smell to it; the chairs scattered about the store were all patchy and worn-down; the wooden tables had scratch marks and random-ass messages that people carved in with pencil; and there were still crazy knickknacks and antiques hanging from the walls or seen from the shelves.

For the widower, this place was a walk-in nightmare, like walking into someone’s grandmother’s house. But for the many customers who come and go daily, it was a little spot of comfort.

Silver-grey eyes eventually found the prize he was looking for.

Logan Oxford sat at a small table with a pen in xyr hand. The writer smiled very thinly up at an admirer as xe handed back their book from across the table.

A thousand little details flooded Virgil’s mind all at once. A full mouth that could be expressive if it wasn’t so clearly behind a reserved wall. A face that was as sharp as Roman’s but it was much more angular. Rich, dark eyes that almost seemed black: dark and mysterious, they looked like they were pulled from the night sky. Slicked back hair that would still be considered neat without all that damn hair gel.

Xe were more than attractive than the widower realized. Perfect for being his next target.

Just before it was his turn, he saw a stand full of Logan’s books, all new and old alike. Making sure no one was looking, he snagged a copy before making his way towards the novelist.

The novelist took the book without even saying anything, not even so much as a polite hello. Xe flipped it open to the first page and started to scribble on the first page with blue ink.

Virgil looked down at the book he grabbed and an idea sparked in his mind. He cleared his throat, but not loud enough to cause a scene. “Mx. Oxford?” he pretended to sound eager. “I know you’ve probably heard this before, but your philosophy essays are so fascinating.”

“You are correct, I have heard it before.” xe said. Dark eyes flashed up at him, a brow quirked and his expression monotone. “Do you have a particular question you’d like to ask me?”

He nodded. “Actually, I do…Do you believe that your field of study has been hindered by the teachings of Aristotle, or are you one of those science-y people who just nod and continuously say he’s right without any substantial proof?”

At that, Logan’s head shot up. “…beg pardon?” Xe were a little stunned by the question being asked of him.

“Do you agree with Aristotle’s teachings, yes or no?” Virgil asked again, a tiny bit amused as he made the novelist react in such a way.

Xe cleared xyr throat, trying to regain some composure. “W-Well,” he stammered. “In the case of Aristotle…the man was usually wrong. A lot. Most of his descriptions of the natural world are some variety of incorrect,” xe tell him. “Looking past his blatant sexism, his understanding of motion and forces is wrong, is astronomy is wrong, a good portion of his biology is busted, and science has in fact suffered for it. For almost 2,000 years to be specific.”

The widower hummed. (Truth be told, he hated philosophy. It was basically a bunch of old guys trying to preach certain ethics and ideologies that would eventually become outdated and criticized.) Nevertheless, he wanted to know what Logan thought about it.

“However,” Logan continued, a glimmer of something sparkling in his eyes. “It wasn’t until the 1800s when the atom was officially declared A Thing, that people began to believe his contemporary, Democritus, as opposed to himself.” Xe snort. “Not to mention, according to Cicero, his prose was apparently a flowing river of gold…when it actually was not. And it was because of him that we not only lost science but also a catastrophic amount of classical literature.”

“So in actuality, his works are basically glorified lecture-notes from his students?” Virgil smirks faintly. “I guess you know now why we should’ve listened to Gorgias instead.”

“Gorgias?” Xe ask, looking at him incredulously. “The man was, excuse my Greek, a pathological pain the ass. He didn’t care for objective truth and stated that everything was a matter of opinion, which was always bendable.”

“Exactly!” Virgil smirks more. “Everything is a construct, therefore we tried and failed. So now all we need to do is to hide under the covers until the sun goes away.” With that, the widower takes his autographed book and begins to leave the store.

“Falsehood!” A screech came from behind him, making him jump. He turns around to see the novelist get up and stride over to him, a sharp look in his eyes. The widower immediately stood straighter. Damn…that glare reminds him of a certain someone that he does not wish to remember right now. “Just because Gorgias was able to obliterate Stephanos of Thebes with straw-man arguments and casual fallacies, does not mean you can, Diogenes the Cynic.”

Virgil blinked. “…Diogenes the Cynic?” he echoed.

“Yes,” Logan says. “A philosopher who believed that all Sophists were liars, the Philosophers were too pretentious, therefore taking immense pleasure in poking fun at their logic.”

The widower pondered thoughtfully. “…yep. That sounds like us just now.” A glint of wicked humor shone in his eyes as Logan just looked done with him. “But in all seriousness, Mx. Oxford. You have to realize that philosophy can be a bit asinine, right?”

Logan stayed silent for a moment before breathing out. “I suppose so,” xe states. “All of the big, complex ideas simply come from those who are fallible and prone to…ridiculousness. For every Plato’s Republic, there is a Diogenes urinating at a banquet table.”

“There you go,” Virgil laughs. “I hope you really didn’t get offended by what I said. I like presenting counterarguments just to see how people react.”

“No harm done. Although I must admit, while I don’t particularly enjoy socializing with others all that much,” Hard same. “I would like to talk to you more. Maybe about science-based media— or whatever it is you’re a fan of?”

Virgil nodded, smirking internally. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, I would like to challenge your claims on what you call cognitive distortions. As someone who has generalized anxiety, I wanna know what your psychology thinks about my over-reactionary mind.”

Logan hummed in interest. “Oh? I look forward to it then, Mr…?”

“Nyx. Virgil Nyx.”

“Mr. Nyx.” Named after the Roman Goddess of the Night, the novelist mused. Xe liked it. Xe scribbled something onto the back of a bookmark, handing it to Virgil. “Again, thank you very much for coming and I hope to communicate with you again soon.”

“See ya.”

With a finger salute, Virgil left the bookstore with a sigh of relief. He was quite glad that his anxiety didn’t make him look the a fool and that he was out of that atrocious place. He opened the book and saw the fancy penmanship of the novelist.

On the bookmark, was his phone number.

He smirked. Maybe he did succeed after all…

…

Patton listed as Logan finished telling him about xyr first meeting with Virgil. He had to admit, it was rather nice to not listen to any…graphic details about things he didn’t want to know, even if Roman told him in a vague manner.

“So how did you stay close with Virgil?” he asked, remembering the questions he presented Roman. “You gave him your number; did you call each other on the phone? Or did you both kept meeting at the bookstore.”

Logan shook xyrs head. “No. However, I would invite him out for some coffee if I was in the area. And every time we did so, we would always have little discussions that would turn into…not-so-little discussions after a period of time…”

Patton raised an eyebrow, smiling knowingly.

The novelist scowled. “We did not argue, if that is what you’re thinking! We…debated, that’s much more civil.” The confectioner giggled but allowed him to continue. “And, while I’m not a traditionally…emotional person…it was quite nice to have someone debate on certain subjects with me, even if they tended to hiss at me from time to time.”

Despite this slowly becoming a sad tale, Patton giggled again. He won’t lie, Virgil did act like a cat every once in a while. It was actually kinda cute (you know…despite the fact he murdered three people…).

“I would also take him to any conferences or panels that I would be invited to attend or speak at,” xe told him. “He would act as my plus one, if you will. I must admit, even if I could manage them on my own, it was…almost beneficial for me to have him around during those events.” Xe chuckled. “I say this despite the fact that he detested such things, as they tended to prompt his anxiety and cause him to rudely hiss whenever someone— and I quote— “reached his limits with stupid questions.” Not only that, he was not primarily invested in the actual subjects of said discussions and was more interested in the catering they served.”

That caused Patton to actually laugh. That also seems like something that Virgil would do, though he doesn’t blame him at all. In fact, if he were in his shoes, he would be a bit more curious in the food too.

Logan couldn’t help xyr lips from twitching upwards. “I shall confess, there were times where I myself have agreed with his sentiments.”

Unfortunately, the smiles and laughter had to end at some point.

“But what happened afterward?” Patton eventually asked. “What caused everything to go downhill?”

The little twitch of a smile instantly when back to a frown. The confectioner sees xem turn to grab a book that was suddenly on the table (when did that get there anyhow?). It was a very beautiful looking book: dark indigo in color with a title that he couldn’t quite make out, but he could see Logan’s name at the very top. Xe opened the book, flipping it to the very last pages before handing it to Patton.

‘ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS’ Baby blue eyes skimmed through the short paragraphs of text. Logan gave simple but kind words as xe thanked the people who helped xem achieve such a feat, such as his parents and former professors.

Then he followed to where the novelist had pointed a finger at.

“Lastly, I would like to give acknowledgments to my husband, Virgil Nyx.

While we have not known each other long, and have newly become married, but having your support throughout this journey was momentous for someone like me to complete this project. Your harsh and honest (almost too honest) criticisms of my work were what kept me going to make and achieve better than my means. And while I am not an emotional person, nor do I express my emotions often, I quiet enjoyed having your company while I wrote and rewrote my rough and final drafts… And I must thank you for bring me my favorite green teas and jellied biscuits whenever I hadn’t eaten or drank anything for hours on end.

This is the most I have genuinely praised someone so highly (and also a first), but it cannot be helped. I truly hope you see the appreciation and respect I fester for you.”

Patton couldn’t help but tear up. To Logan, they may appear simple, but they were also so beautiful.

“As you’ve read, by the time I had written my last book, Virgil had become my spouse.” Logan says. “We were married in a simple ceremony. Something that was vastly different from Roman’s grandiose nuptials.”

Patton giggled. It was amusing with how Logan was poking fun at Roman from beyond the grave. (In an almost magical way, he could almost hear an indignant noise in his ear).

“But,” Logan’s face grew sad, almost angry. “That did not last long, unfortunately. I had quickly fallen for Virgil’s rouses like the one before me. And, like him, I was met with an unfortunate end.” A deep, almost tired sigh. “To think, someone like him could have been two steps ahead of me in a metaphorical game of chess…I must say, it was truly a checkmate on his end.”

“Him murdering you, you mean?” Patton asked, fearing the answer Logan will give him. Silence. A very familiar silence.

Then, Logan nodded. “Yes. Although, poisoning is the correct terminology this time around.”