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This is the longest one shot I’ve done so far, and I didn’t intend for it to be.. It just kept going? So uh.. Yeah. Here’s this. 

Soulmate AU - romantic LAMP/Demus, platonic moceit/creativitwins (Also here’s a visual Incase I didn’t make it clear, but it is a spoiler for who’s say what and how it ends up working out.. So I’d recommend/ask you don’t look until after?)

Soulmates have a piece of a quote on their forearm that their soulmate(s) has//have the rest of.

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Logan slid his key in the lock of the front door, glad to be letting himself inside after a full day of work. It wasn’t that he disliked his job, but there was just something about being home. Or maybe it wasn’t really as much about being home as much as it was about..

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 When Virgil’s sad, he crouches down and hides his face until Dee comes and picks him up.

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Okay I saw one or two headcanons about Virgil being able to pick up the other sides (something about him being the “protector”? If someone knows the post link me to it)

Anyway do you know that trope in which person A jumps into person B arms whenever they are startled?

Headcanon that Virgil does the contrary of that. Whenever he’s startled, he just pICKS THEM UP so if they’re in danger he can run away with them

Ligan is not amused, Roman is a mess ( what do you mean I’m not the only one who can pick the others up but also this is kind of nice- wait no shut up), Patton is just blushing and giggling the whole time

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Wake Up Call Masterlist (Completed; LAMP, Human AU)

Summary: “What exactly will they do, again?” Virgil mumbled, slightly bewildered and a bit freaked out at what he had just done.

“They’ll literally give you a wake up call! They’ll call you at a specific time in the morning, whenever you need them to based on your schedule, and wake you up. They might also have a conversation with you about the day ahead of you, if you want them to-”

Virgil aggressively shook his head no. “Oh, God, no thanks, no, oh God.”

Total Word Count: 24,456

Total Time Writing: around 55 hours (the estimated average is 5 hours per chapter)

Prologue - Roman, Part I

Chapter 1 - Patton, Part I

Chapter 2 - Logan, Part I

Chapter 3 - Roman, Part II

Chapter 4 - Patton, Part II and Logan, Part II

Chapter 5 - And So It Begins

Chapter 6 - The First Wake Up Call

Chapter 7 - Falling

Chapter 8 - The Second Wake Up Call

Chapter 9 - Figuring It Out

Epilogue - The Existence Of Happy Endings

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The Little Things

Based on this prompt about Virgil falling asleep in Janus’s lap and him crying because they haven’t been this close in years.

Virgil feels himself start to nod off, Janus had picked out the movie they were watching, and Virgil had seen it enough times already to not feel too determined to stay awake. It had been a few days since he had gotten a good night’s sleep, so a nap was sounding really great right then. He absentmindedly lays his head down in Janus’s lap, like he’d done a million times before, during a million other movie nights just like this one.But this time was different. Virgil hadn’t done this in years. 

This wasn’t even their first movie night of the week, but it was the first one that Virgil had initiated himself. He didn’t know what had possessed him to do so, he just felt like he and the snake should watch a movie. He even let the reptilian trait pick the movie.

Virgil’s head lands in the scaled side’s lap and he instantly falls asleep. The familiar safety doing its job of making him relax just the same way it always used to.

Janus barely managed to muffle his gasp of surprise as the smaller side’s soft snores start up. Virgil. Virgil was asleep in his lap, Virgil had just curled up in his lap to sleep.

Janus lifts a shaky, tentative hand towards the smaller side, he gently and quietly starts stroking the emo’s hair. Virgil makes a soft noise of content and Janus is done for, hot tears start spilling down his cheeks.

Patton walks by on his way to the kitchen then, he pauses when he sees Janus crying on the couch. His brow furrows in concern, “Jan?” he asks softly.

The scaled side’s head snaps, “Shhh…” he hisses harshly.

Patton cocks his head to the side in confusion, Janus gives him a shaky smile and points at the sleeping side in his lap.

Patton’s eyes widen and he gives Janus a smile and a nod, he remembers the first time Virgil had fallen asleep on him, and he knew this was probably somewhat similar to that. He drapes a blanket over the sleeping side. He gives Janus one last look, before grabbing a snack and heading back to his room.

The room is enveloped in silence once again, Janus’s crying muffled by the hand not occupied by the constant stroking of Virgil’s hair.

A single tear falls from the snake’s face and he fails to catch it before it hits the sleeping traits face. Virgil’s eyes snap open.

He looks around quizzically. His face turns from confused to concerned when he sees the tears on Janus’s face. “Jay? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” His voice is soft with sleep and laced with worry.

Janus stiffens for a second before reaching out to pat the side’s hand, he smiles warmly, “Nothing’s wrong, darling. Go back to sleep.”

Virgil sits up, eyeshadow darkening, “Did I do something wrong?”

Janus makes a noise in the back of his throat, “No. No, darling. This isn’t your fault. Everything’s alright, I promise. Now, why don’t you go back to sleep?” He lifts a scaled hand to cup Virgil’s face, “You look so tired, my little shadow.”

Virgil leans into the touch, a small sigh escaping him, “I still want to know why you’re crying,” he hums.

Janus gingerly pulls the other side into a hug, Virgil relaxes into the embrace, resting his head on the snake’s shoulder, “I just missed you…so much.” Janus whispers.

Virgil wraps his arms around Janus, “I missed you too,” he hums sleepily.

Janus chuckles fondly when he feels the smaller trait fall back into a deep sleep, apparently satisfied that everything was okay.

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Finally got this typed up for the second time! It’s been in my notebook for months!

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Worst Impressions are the First

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Virgil (Human AU)

Pairings: Romantic LAMP

Words: 990

Summary: In a Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate(s) thought when they saw you shows up written on your body, four very different high school students are used to being taken as they appear to be: the jock, the geek, the pastel boy, and the brooding emo kid. Yet there is so much more to them than just first impressions. For Virgil, Roman, Logan and Patton, all they have to comfort them during high school-a time where images are everything-are the words on their skin. Their soul tattoos reassure them that someone out there sees them for what’s beyond the surface. It may take finding their unknown soulmate(s) to help them feel less alone in a world that has always judged them so quickly. That is, if they can learn to see past each other’s preconceived stereotypes first. (admittedly, not my best summary)

Author’s Note: So this was actually a specially requested fic based on not one but two prompt posts. The first being this, requested by @everphantom, and the second by my good mutual @quoth-the-sparrow based on this. It’s taken me a looooong while to finally get around to it (to everphantom and sparrow, I’M SORRY! ) aaaannd it’s going to take me longer than anticipated to finish it. Partly because i’m back at school, partly because i’m working on another fic as well, and mostly, well…I’d originally intended to write this as a oneshot but, surprise, I realized that it works better as a chapter fic. So without further ado and much overdue, I present the first chapter of my LAMP Soulmate fic. As always any likes, comments and/or reblogs are much appreciated. Also, if you’d like to be added to this tag list or my general tag list for all my fics, please do send me a message and i’ll be happy to add you. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 (POV- Logan)

“Better watch where you’re going lady.”

A member of the wrestling team shouted this at Logan after ‘accidentally’ bumping into him hard enough to make him drop his books.

“Troglodyte,” Logan mumbled as they walked by, rubbing his arm, which had started to tingle. Likely from the rough impact.

“What was that?” Another athlete asked.

“Apologies…” Logan was no fighter. And starting conflict with a jock that had five or six other teammates with him was asking for trouble.

The wrestler sneered at him and continued down the hall with the rest of his pack in tow, leaving Logan to pick up his belongings.

Logan despised jocks. Ordinarily he tried his best to steer clear of stereotypes towards other people, but sometimes they were just too on the mark, and in his experience all jocks were either bullies or buffoons. Sometimes both. And Sanders High School seemed to have a mixed bag of such sports inclined youth who took joy in belittling those deemed weak or odd by themselves in their spare time between classes; Clearly an attempt to compensate for something.

As Logan picked up his papers, a shadow fell over him.

“Sorry,” it muttered.

The voice belonged to Virgil Alighieri, well-known multi-sportsman of the school. His letterman jacket displayed patches for the wrestling, track and swimming team. Logan immediately disliked him. Yet he couldn’t help feeling pleasantly surprised when Virgil’s tall frame knelt down and began helping to pick up Logan’s books.

“Sorry ‘bout them…they uh…I mean…they just…y’know they’re…m’sorry.” Virgil said, handing Logan back his Chemistry textbook, eyes averted.

Not the most eloquent guy, Logan thought, but at least he has some manners. He also cut a pretty attractive figure. All those physical activities left the fidgeting teenager before him with lean muscles that peaked out from Virgil’s opened letterman jacket. He also had good bone structure and skin, despite the bags under his eyes, broad shoulders, and his dark hair fell into a swoop that just barely obscured his view and made him look ‘cool.’ Even his dark purple sneakers were admittedly stylish. All around, he was aesthetically pleasing for a jock. Not that Logan would ever admit that aloud.

“Yes, well, I must be getting to class now.” Logan quickly got up and was about to leave, but turned back at the last second. “That was decent of you.”

Virgil looked about to say something, but was called back loudly by his pack mates in wrestling. Then he left without a word back to his laughing friends. Typical.

They laugh because they envy your confidence. Logan told himself this repeatedly until he believed it again. For each time he was pestered for answers to tests he refused to give, teased for his glasses, shoved into lockers for his academic prowess, and especially mocked for his choice in attire. Because although clothing doesn’t have a gender, evidently enjoying pastel colors and flowy garments traditionally deemed feminine warrants being called lady or pussy or other such terms in a derogatory tone. Today Logan was sporting a knee length peach skirt with mint green flower patterns, a baby blue blouse that tied into a tasteful bow at the neck, and of course his mother’s monarch hairpin to keep the bangs out of his eyes. Such clothing was soothing, comfortable and made Logan happy. Especially when he put them together in nature or space themes. He had enough confidence and self love as a man to wear such things proudly. If those meatheads couldn’t appreciate that, it was their prerogative.

…That doesn’t mean the bullying didn’t get to him sometimes. And it wasn’t just the jocks. Other members of the student body gave Logan odd looks, choosing to judge him for that rather than take him seriously for his outstanding academics or sharp mind. And being openly gay probably didn’t help his ‘image’ either. Everyone at school saw him as a joke. Logan hated that more than anything.

Well…not everyone.

Logan knew that there was someone in this school who took him seriously. One person who didn’t look at him with mockery, but instead saw him as a thing of beauty; Logan’s soulmate. And he knew they went to South Bay High because the writing on his arm, the first thoughts of his soul mate upon being seen by them for the first time, appeared on his inner forearm last semester. True he hadn’t found out who they were yet, but it was a small school, so it was only logical they’d cross paths again at some point.

Normally he was not the type to waste his precious grey-matter on frivolous notions as true love and casual romance, but when that tattoo appeared on his skin it…comforted him. Gave him reassurance that someone out there, platonically or romantically, was meant to stand beside him with love and pride. Any time Logan felt low or frustrated, he would look upon those light blue letters and find comfort in them: ‘The promise of spring after a heartless winter.’ That was how someone saw him, as someone beautiful and full of promise.

He’d looked at those first impression words so often they were engrained in his memory. Still, he could use the cheering up right about now, so Logan rolled up the sleeve of his blouse. Logan’s lip dropped. Now there was not one soul tattoo but two! In purple letters beneath the blue tattoo it read, ‘oh wow he’s pretty. wait, don’t stare you idiot!’ It wasn’t just the fact that Logan apparently had more than one soulmate, an uncommon but not unheard of thing. It was the fact that this hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. That meant he was spotted by his new soulmate only moments ago. Which only meant one thing.

“I have a jock for a soulmate,” Logan groaned.

And he had no idea which one of them it could be.

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The Himbo Bois tm

They are here

They are queer

But most importantly

They fear

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Prinxiety shippers have evolved from ‘aww you think I’m hot’ to ‘that was bravery’ and I think that is very sexy of us.

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Can we.. can we talk about this scene thought? Like Virgil was clearly anxious about this and super scared but seeing how dejected Thomas felt and seeing Roman’s disappointment...

He took a leap.

I’m so proud of my boy

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Sides Ships as Tropes

Analogical: the italicized oh

Logince: love confessions in the heat of an argument

Logicality: knowing the other’s coffee order without thinking about it

Prinxiety: dramatic confessions in the pouring rain/thunderstorm

Royality: slow dancing in the kitchen at 2 am

Moxiety: mutual pining that is painfully obvious to everyone else

Loceit: Academic Rivals to Lovers

Roceit: questions asked with nothing more than an eyebrow tilt but the other person knows exactly what they’re asking

Anxceit: partners-in-crime dynamic

Dukeceit: the fond exasperation smile

Dukexiety: inside jokes that make the other die of laughter

Intrulogical: nobody realizes they’re together until its mentioned months later in casual conversation

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Switch (Pt.1)

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Virgil Boleyn had never considered himself the smartest person in the world. Certainly not smarter than his husband Janus. But he still knew a lot of things about the world. Dont fall asleep in the woods, dont mess with the mushrooms, dont make deals with strangers at crossroads. Granted, he'd never had to use this information before, but he still thought it was important.

But it was especially important now that he had a son, Logan. Virgil had never really thought about kids before Janus, but a few years after they were married and here he was.

"Good morning my darling," Janus ran a hand through Virgil's hair and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"Mmmm- good morning dear," Virgil said, to busy smiling at the baby in his arms to return the favor.

"And how has our little astronaut been?" Janus said, leaning over Virgil to hold Logan's hand, which was much smaller than his own.

"Loud and chaotic," Virgil replied, smiling.

"Sounds familiar," Janus replied, smirking. Virgil shot him a glare before going back to the crossword on the table in front of him.

"Alright, I'm going to work ok my darling?" Janus said, placing another kiss on Virgil's cheek.

"Miss you already dear," Virgil replied. Janus smiled at him before fixing his hat on his head and turning to walk out the door.

Virgil wasn't exactly sure when he'd fallen asleep, only that when he'd woken up, Logan was crying, very loudly. He rushed over to the crib only to realize, Logan wasnt the only one crying.

Laying inside, clutching the blue blanket in his tiny hands, was another baby, who looked almost identical to Logan.

Virgil blinked a few times.

"I- dont remember giving birth to two of them?-" he said quietly. But the how wasnt very important at the moment. Babies were crying, and that wasnt ok.

He picked Logan up on one hip, and the identical child, albeit with slightly lighter hair, on the other.

"Aaaaawww, you poor things, dont worry, I've got you," Virgil said softly, rocking the two as best he could until they calmed down. He lay on the couch and allowed them to rest on his chest and stomach.

"Well we've got a Logan already, but you strike me as more of a Patton," Virgil said, running his fingers through the other's hair. Patton made a small squeaking sound before rolling over and curling in on himself.

"I'm home my darli-" Janus froze as his eyes landed on the two children now laying on Virgil's chest.

"Twins?" He said softly. Virgil nodded.

Janus sat next to him and ran a hand through Patton's hair, the small child stirring slightly at the touch.

"May I talk to you for a moment darling?" Janus said quietly. Virgil nodded and carefully placed the brothers back in the basket.

Janus stood up and began walking out to the porch, Virgil following close behind.

"What is it dear? You seem upset-" Virgil said, barely concealing the worry in his voice.

"Remember how I told you I'd made a deal as a teenager?" Janus said, the yellow eye on the side of his face that was covered in oddly realistic scales seemed to glow slightly.

"Janny you told me it was a bet at school." Virgil said, already piecing it all together in his head.

"Well, it was sort of like that, the fae prefer to call them deals though," Janus said.

"But this particular bet seemed to only go halfway, neither of us could decide who'd won, I was given scales as punishment for supposedly luring the fae into a trap, and forced to give up my first born," Janus continued, Virgil's stomach twisted.

"And?" Virgil said quietly.

"Since the deal was only half complete, it seems they couldnt truly replace Logan, and instead we now merely have a changeling child as well," Janus finished. Virgil stared at him for a few moments, trying to process what he'd just heard.

"Well, they've abandoned their child, so as far as I'm concerned, he's as much our son as Logan," Virgil said finally.

Janus grinned "I had a feeling you'd say that my darling," he said as he stood up, holding out a hand to help Virgil to his feet.

"Papa, Dad! Look what we caught!" Patton raced towards the kitchen counter, dropping his arms on it carefully. There in the center of it was a small yellow canary. Logan shuffled up behind his brother, face buried in a notebook, pencil scribbling furiously, sketching out the bird.

Virgil and Janus both stared down at the bird, Virgil's face breaking out in a grin.

"And where did you find it?" Janus asked, kneeling down so as not to cast any shadow onto the bird.

"On the ground in the front yard!" Patton replied, his pointed ears flopping to the side as he rested his head on his arm.

"And was there a nest anywhere around?" Janus said.

Logan and Patton looked at eachother for a few seconds before muttering a faint "yes," in unison.

"Alright, then let's go put it back should we?" Janus said, standing up. Patton's ears pricked up slightly, Virgil liked to joke that Patton reminded him of a cat, from the pointed ears, to the way his eyes had a faint glow at night. This was incredibly hilarious to both Patton and Logan, as they were allergic to cats. The boys followed quickly behind Janus like a pair of ducklings, Patton still excitedly cooing over the canary in his hands.

Virgil missed those days, before Patton had been exposed to the harsh reality of a world that wasnt used to his kind being allowed in public.

Virgil and Janus had tried their best to keep Patton happy, they'd built a treehouse for him to dance in without risking his family, Logan often leant him headphones and hoodies, since he didnt like flaunting his ears. But humans could always seem to find ways to stamp out even the brightest flames.

But the human part of the family had bigger things to worry about now, the boys were in highschool, and the only school within the area happened to be right next to a fae infested forest, the very same out of which Patton was believed to have come from.

Now, Virgil knew that most changelings tended to go back to their fae heritage much sooner than highschool age, but he wasnt about to let that happen to his son.

"Logan? Could you meet me outside for a second?" Virgil said, watching Patton flee up the stairs to grab his backpack.

"Uh- sure-" Logan said, following quickly after Virgil as he made his way to the porch. The pair of them sat down, Virgil's hands folded awkwardly in his lap.

"So, you know your brother is. . . Different, yes?" Virgil said. Logan nodded.

"Well- this new school you're going to, I need you to promise something for me ok?" Virgil continued.

"What is it?" Logan said nervously.

"Whatever you do, do not let him near the woods behind the old gym, ever." Virgil said urgently.

Logan sat there for a moment, clearly thinking through something.

"Alright- I'll do my best," Logan said finally.

"Logaaannn!!! The bus is here!" Patton's voice sounded from inside.

Logan and Virgil exchanged one final look before Logan ran back inside.

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Intrulogical headcannons i've collected

Logan hacks into any official document that says "Remus Sanders" and puts in "bastard child" instead

when Logan is trying really hard to concentrate on something Remus comes up behind him and pops bubblegum next to his ear

Logan uses Remus to open jars (of crofters)

whenever Logan is trying to talk but the others keep interrupting and/or ignoring him and the issue keeps getting worse Remus plays the jeopardy theme on his phone until they listen

Logan gets Remus a shirt that says "specimen" on it

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FOREST BROTHERS

Summary:  Virgil lives in the woods until five strangers come knocking on his door in the middle of the night it seems that he knows them more than they know him....

Word count: 2001

The roof leaked as the rain poured outside.

It was nearly 3 in the morning but to Virgil, it felt like 8 pm.

His hair was very overgrown, he could barely recognize himself in the mirror.

He always had a problem sleeping but it was better now without any people telling him to go to bed, there really wasn’t much pressure of living alone.

When he lived with his family, things weren’t…the best, he couldn’t be himself or do anything if it wasn’t on a stupid schedule.

But now he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and right now he wanted to sip hot chocolate and listen to the rain.

The house wasn’t big by any means but it wasn’t claustrophobically small either, it was like a cozy cottage, and it was to him.

He closed his eyes peacefully, drip, drip, drip, he could swear that was the most relaxing sound in the universe, drip, drip, drip, splash.

Wait, What? He thought. He listened attentively again, drip, splash, drip, splash, splash, and just like that, that relaxing moment was over for Virgil.

He dove under the window’s view and sat on the ground.

Virgil knew he could be overly paranoid and he shouldn’t panic but it was the middle of the night and he was deep in the forest, all those factors point to a serial killer or an escaped prisoner or- splash, holy crap he’s gonna die.

“Hello?” A voice outside his front door called, but Virgil almost didn’t hear him, he went from feeling safe to beyond panic to quickly.

The voice outside announced again, “Hello?” and Virgil nearly jumped into the wall when they knocked.

Virgil’s thoughts became more irrational by the second, his thought went from dangerous criminals to straight-up briar witch.

“It doesn’t look like anyone is home,” Another voice rang to who he accused knocked on the door.

“We might have to break in because we can’t stay out here all night,” Virgil sat up as he heard a logical voice propose.

Virgil started to have an internal debate of just opening the door so they wouldn’t break-in.

“But that’s wrong!” Mr. ‘Hello?’ conveyed.

“I am sorry Patton but we are lost, and I am sure they would understand” The almost robotic voice uttered.

“I have to agree with the nerd,” An reckless sounding voice affirmed.

“I think that’s the best opinion” A misfit voice obliged.

“You just want to commit a crime,” The reckless voice spoke again.

“You’re not wrong,” That’s why the voice sounded so misfit.

“I am the oldest and I say we do it,” Another voice advanced, how many people were out there Virgil thought. That voice sounded like a person was trying to tell a lie.

“You can't have that excuse when we are all adults,” The logical one proclaimed.

“I get to use that excuse so I am going to,” The sounding as a liar verbalized.

“The front window right there looks open,” The misfit suggested.

At that moment Virgil decided it was better to let the strangers inside rather than let them break-in and he turned on the porch light quickly.

He thought he heard the once reckless sounding one scream right after, and a bereft ‘told you we shouldn’t’ before mustering up enough courage to actually open the goddamn door.

Virgil stared and spotted about five men, he couldn’t quite see their faces with his weak porch light, but then he spouted, “Uh, hi?”

There was an uncomfortable amount of silence.

Until one of them walked to be better seen in the light, the man wore a light blue shirt and glasses.

This man seemed to be ten years younger than him “Hiya, Kiddo, we are a bit lost and we were wondering if we could stay here for the night?”

A hundred reasons ran through Virgil’s head of why he should say no, but something about this man seemed so… he couldn’t really say what with all the panic but his mouth said, “Sure.” without his control.

“Thank you,” The cheery boy noted and hugged the purple wearing stranger and walked inside.

Each man all seemed to thank him on their way inside.

Virgil now figured out whose voices were who’s. The logical one was the dark blue shirt and glasses man, the reckless one was the bold red shirt man, the misfit one was the green shirt and mustache man, and the one that sounded like a liar was the man in the yellow shirt.

He was also pretty sure the red guy and green guy were twins, and he could guess they were all brothers because they looked so similar.

Virgil also realized they looked similar to him but with all the anxiety it seemed like a useless thought.

They all looked kinda tired so Virgil commuted nervously, “Okay so I have three sleeping bags and blankets in the cabinet and the couch turns into a bed, you guys can decide the rest,”

“Ah yes thank you,” The green man professed dramatically then promptly jumping on the couch and seeming to fall asleep.

“So sorry about him,” The red man denoted.

“We really must apologize for our brother,” the dark blue man added and went over to move the green man so he could make the bed.

“It’s okay so, uh how did you guys get lost in the woods?” Virgil insisted, trying to make some small talk with the newly formed strangers in his house.

All of the four men still awake sighed in unison and then told a quite amusing story to Virgil about how they just wanted to go on a simple hike, and the red one wanted to be adventurous and guided them off the trail, which made the yellow and dark blue one fight over the map well the light blue tried to calm them both down until the green one just grabbed the map and throw into a lake chaotically making them have to wing it until they found this place.

The story made Virgil feel much calmer around the strangers and thought it would be okay if he fell asleep in his room that night.

“Oh, uh I never caught your names,” Virgil suddenly phrased after finally realizing he didn’t ask.

“Don’t worry we didn’t throw them,” the yellow man claimed,

That made Virgil laugh ever so slightly, and walked to his small kitchen to put his mug away. But something tugged at Virgil, they all seemed so familiar to him in a nostalgic way.

“We’re actually the Sander Brothers, as in the Famous actors, Victor and Brittney Sanders,” the light blue one commented,

Virgil froze, that was it, that was fucking it, that was the tug, but this couldn’t really be them, it’s like a one in a millionth chance.

“I’m Patton, the other one with glasses is logan, the one in red is Roman, the one who jumped on your couch was Remus and the one in yellow is Janus.” Patton went on not knowing Virgil tensed at the word Sanders, but Virgil did earn a curious brow from Janus.

Virgil was standing there, terrified-, no, petrified, in his kitchen basically surrounded by people, his brothers, he hasn’t spoken to in ten years.

His breathing began to Rigid as his horrible thoughts seemed to drown out the concerted voices around him.

He could’ve sent a birthday card, left a letter, or just even a fucking postcard to one of his brothers but he didn’t do any of that shit because he was a coward.

Because he thought he turned back on even the good parts of his past life it would all come rushing back to him, but it didn’t matter now because now all the five good reasons he should have stayed wandered to his house at 3 am.

His thoughts could go on forever but for some miracle, he heard a logical voice speaking.

“Sir, I need you to name five things you can see,” Virgil followed the instructions, and after the full exercise was complete, the group almost didn’t dare to speak after not knowing what set the panic attack off.

Virgil left when he was 17, he was the oldest, not Janus, Janus was 12, Logan was 11, the twins were 10, and Patton, his baby brother was 8, almost ten years apart.

Virgil couldn’t take the silence and though his mind was racing and yet blank all at the same time he mustered up a, “Sorry,”

“Sir there is no need to be sorry, you can’t control these types of things,” Logan declares, his little brother declares, Virgil thought, he was a genius back then he must be even more of a genius now.

“Yeah, there is no need to be sorry kiddo,” Patton told him, it was weird having your baby brother call you ‘kiddo.’

Standing next to Patton was Remus who must have woken up from his attack.

Roman seemed to say back and looked uncomfortable like he felt bad he didn’t know how to help.

And Janus had a hand on Virgil’s shoulder stabilizing his reality.

The reality, Virgil looked up and felt like he was going to puke they all turned out so amazing and caring, and he wasn’t even fucking there for them when they surely got neglected, and used the way he was.

Roman saw Virgil starting to panic, and quickly stated, “Yeah, everything is okay,”

That made Virgil want to cry, he already cried from the attack but that made him want to cry again.

He looked at Janus since he was the closest and then with Janus having his attention, Janus asked, “What’s your name?”

Virgil breathed and then spoke, “It’s Virgil,”

Virgil saw Janus’ eyes light up and continue to say, “Virgil Sanders,”

He looked to the ground as the words fell out of his mouth, he couldn’t bear to look any of them in the eyes, he left them, he caused them pain, to look them in the eyes right now would be his own personal torture.

Though he stayed looking at the ground he could feel their eyes turning to each other and then back at him.

Janus had his eyes stead on Virgil as he’d seen a ghost.

Janus got down next to Virgil to met his level and declared, “Look at me,”

Virgil felt like he needed to do that for Janus so he took some bravely and faced Janus eye to eye.

“I am so sorry JJ,” And like that nickname was a secret code, Janus hugged him knowing without a doubt it was his big brother.

“You’re so stupid, why did you ever leave I missed you so much,” Janus mumbled starting to tear up.

“I missed you to JJ,” Virgil was fragile from the panic attack, but it could keep it together just enough for his little brothers.

And like that, they all joined the group hug and all cried and expressed how much they missed him.

When they all broke apart there were only stuffy noses and red puffy eyes.

“You guys have grown so much, but you guys are still dumbasses getting lost in the woods,” they could only smile at Virgil as he talked, he’s really here.

Virgil felt almost frantic to tell them how proud he was of them.

“Wow, You guys turned out so amazing and you have changed so much, but Logan is still a smartass, the twins are still as reckless as ever, Janus is a sarcastic prick, and Patton you're still a sweet Hufflepuff,” Virgil stated proudly in his own special way which made them all laugh and happily cry.

After that Virgil still didn’t want to go back to see his parents, they didn’t seem to care when his brothers revealed they found him.

Virgil eventually moved out of the deep woods to see his brothers more often.

And Virgil always finds a way to at least see two of them a month.

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[ID in alt text.]

1/? of my sanders sides human AU! 🌈 in which remus is a prank/challenge youtuber, janus is very done with him, and gay people 😔😔

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CHANGE. MY. MIND.

I fucking dare u.

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headcannon: Logan doesn’t know his left and right

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Virgil/Anxiety Headcanon

Was originally known as Paranoia but became Anxiety and everything else after leaving the others and becoming an odd in between

Wears the jacket because it works similar to a weighted blanket and makes him feel safe

His room has changed since being accepted and now has color in it. Not much but enough to be very distinctly Virgil

Has pictures of his famILY hidden around his room

Is a protective little anxious BEAN that needs to be protected ;-;

Has a thing set up with Logan where they read a book once a month and then talk about it to learn more about each other

He tends to like mystery and suspenseful things

Is forced to occasionally set the dinner table by Patton and Janus

Is both fascinated and repulsed by Remus

Roman, Remus, and Patton sometimes team up with him to prank others and by this I mean Janus and only Janus