#Nonbinary Janus Sanders

[sandersontheside]

[ijustwannadraw0716]

Remus isn't religious, but he'd worship Janus.

[pencilpat]

ON IT, BOSS o7

She's literally so much taller than him but when he wants a kiss he gets it

[justjanusthings]

enby pride! :D

every day of pride, we're going to be celebrating with janus. textless version under the cut - feel free to use for your own purposes, just like/reblog if you do :)

[my-little-xenogender-blog]

Janus nonbinary

A nonbinary that loves Janus from Sanders Sides (platonically)

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

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

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

[starlocked01]

Dukexiety Week Day 7- Soulmates

Summary: Virgil makes a pet food run with disastrous wonderful results

WC: 2441

Warnings: swearing, panic attacks, non-consensual touch (non-sexual), negative self talk, past abusive relationship, past Anxceit, nonbinary Remus

A/N: Who would I be if I didn't write the soulmate prompt and post it late for Remus' birthday? Happy Birthday my favorite intrusive thot! 💚

@dukexietyweek

"Look alive, Sunshiiine~"

Virgil groaned and rolled over in bed, ignoring his alarm. Truthfully, he wasn't sure why it was still armed since he had nothing to wake up for anymore.

The alarm jarringly skipped from the Danger Days opening to Brendon Urie screaming about something or other. Virgil groaned and wrapped a blanket over his head. He just didn't want to get up and he could feel it becoming an awful day already.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

After three more screaming emo songs, Virgil finally managed to sit up to the softer tones of Evanescence, rubbing at his eyes and groaning in general protest of the concept of mornings. More like mournings.

He grabbed his favorite edgy hoodie and threw it on over his nightshirt, yawning as he smacked the shit out of the alarm clock. Wincing at the cracks and pops in his joints as he stood, Virgil made his way over to the full length mirror hot glued to his bedroom door. Most of his decorations were hot glued in place because of Ryuk.

As if on cue, the slinky little black kitten pushed her way in the slightly ajar door, meowing her own protest against Virgil’s inability to wake up and feed her promptly in the morning. Virgil smiled softly and bent down, petting her and ruffling the fur between her ears.

"Easy, baby. I'll get your food soon," he promised as the kitten stretched up to paw at the strings of his hoodie. Ryuk was about the only one in his life who he let see him without his daily make-up routine, and the only one who didn't flinch upon seeing his dead black soulmark.

Virgil scooped her up and stood to examine himself. The deep dark markings under his eyes and streaking down his cheeks to his neck were a complete enigma. Most soulmarks were on shoulders, hips, hands, or elbows, places people commonly accidentally bumped each other. He had no idea who would touch his face this way the first time they met. It didn't look like a kiss, it looked like he was going to get beat up and his soulmark was just the dark omen of how shit his soulmate would be.

He sighed and let Ryuk perch on his shoulder- he swore his cat wanted to be a parrot- and pulled out his concealer from the make-up bag on his dresser. Ryuk watched carefully as he covered the dark soulmark, the little kitten hardly blinking. She only shifted her weight to counterbalance Virgil’s movements.

Several layers of concealer and foundation later, Virgil’s face looked as pasty as a boo ghost made of a bed sheet. He smiled sharply, grabbing eye liner because emo has got to emo and finishing the look with black lipstick. He didn’t bother to cover up the three pads of his fingers that were inky black. Hardly anyone noticed them. Ryuk meowed her support of her dark strange dad and jumped all the way to the floor, waiting impatiently for Virgil to follow.

"Alright! Food time," Virgil giggled and opened the door for her. At least Janus had left him the cat, right?

Virgil frowned as his thoughts swirled right back around to his ex. Of course they knew they weren't soulmates, but it had been reassuring being with someone else who had a strange facial soulmark. And Janus had been amazing at helping Virgil stay calm and focused enough to survive reasonably well despite near crippling anxiety.

That was until Virgil found out Janus had been lying about his soulmark for the three years they were together.

For three years, that snake had been covering up his activated soulmark with black makeup, making Virgil think he didn't know exactly who he was supposed to be with. All so he could live rent free and do almost nothing to contribute to their household, because Janus' actual soulmate wanted him to get a job. Sometimes, Virgil even wondered if the man he'd shared his bed with was actually gay. 

The break up had left Virgil absolutely devastated, and Ryuk was the only good thing to come of the relationship. So he spoiled her as responsibly as he could, taking care of the only being who truly loved him.

Depressing. Welcome to the life of the most pathetic-

Ryuk mewled as if to chastise Virgil for delaying feeding her even longer. Virgil followed the little black kitten down to the kitchen, stretching and trying to forget the previous train of thought. He picked up Ryuk’s personalized food dish (that had been an awkward request at Pet’s Mart), dumping the few soggy pellets left over from the night before and giving the dish a good rinse. He rubbed it dry with a towel while Ryuk sat patiently at his feet, waiting for her food now that she knew Virgil was actually working on it. 

He set the bowl on the counter and reached up to the cabinet where he kept her food. “Soon, pretty kitty. Just be patient for me,” he cooed at her, finding a small amount of pleasure in her responsive mew. He smiled until his hand hit nothing but the wooden shelf of the cabinet.

“What the-” Virgil’s attention snapped right back to the cabinet, swearing when he discovered that Ryuk had finished the last of their food stores last night. He groaned and glanced down at the expectant kitten, “I am so sorry- I forgot to stock up, baby.”

Ryuk tilted her head, not understanding why the magic food door wasn’t providing her the food she desperately needed to survive in this house.

“Shit- I’ll be right back-” Virgil stepped away from the counter, followed by a loud cat cry protest. He winced, hating to leave her wanting as he found a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans to throw on. The last thing he wanted right now was an impromptu shopping trip, but that was exactly what was happening. 

Ryuk kept meowing as Virgil slipped on his favorite Converse and nudged her away from the door so he could leave. He locked the door and double checked by trying to open it before walking briskly down the sidewalk with head down. 

Of course he’d forgotten his headphones to drown out the annoying shoppers around him. Virgil’s mood soured more with each step towards the store. It was truly shaping up to be a terrible day.

Virgil glanced around as he entered the store with his hood pulled all the way up. He felt acutely aware of how suspicious he looked right now. But that couldn’t be helped. He just wanted to grab Ryuk’s food and get out of there as soon as possible. He made a beeline for the Pets section, scanning the shelves for her preferred brand. He sighed in relief seeing there was one bag left. He bent down to pick it up when he heard a loud shrill whistle behind him.

“Day-um! What an ass! Is there another bag down there, sweet cheeks?”

Virgil inhaled sharply and stood up slowly, clutching the bag to his chest, “N-no, and I need this bag-” he balked at the acrid smell of pickle brine and sharp tangy iron coming from the barely dressed person standing far too close to him. He took a tentative step back toward the shelves.

“Fuck! You just had to take that one- it’s the only brand that tastes any good! Can’t your pooch or whatever settle for something else?” The person wearing what Virgil could only describe as a studded lime green bikini bottom and full body fishnets was staring at him, hands firmly on their hips. Virgil noted a nonbinary they/them pin before a wave of nausea washed over him as the smell intensified and mixed with a very deep seated feeling that this stranger was about to attack him over cat food.

“N-no, Ryuk only eats this,” He managed to stammer.

“Wait- like from Death Note?” their eyes gleamed with recognition, “You named your dog after a Shinigami?”

“She’s a cat!” Virgil exclaimed, taking another backward step and gulping as his back hit the edges of the shelving behind him, knocking a few bags off, “please- please leave me alone-”

“Hey, I’m just trying to negotiate here,” they complained, stepping closer instead. Virgil could feel tears welling up in his eyes as his terror skyrocketed.

“Go- leave- please leave me alone-” He whispered as they stepped right up in his face. He felt his logical brain shutting down, wishing he wasn’t pinned against the shelves so he could run. 

“Whoa- for one, you’re really cute,” The stranger smiled a strange wide grin, “I’d love to get to know you- wait- are you crying? What the shit?”

Virgil’s knees buckled underneath him and he slid the ground, clutching the cat food like it was his only lifeline. His breathing was rapid and shallow as he curled in on himself, praying the stranger would go away. 

“Woah, buddy, I didn’t mean-”

The stench of the rude stranger with zero sense of personal boundaries increased tenfold and Virgil felt as if he was about to pass out. 

— — —  

Remus stared at the emo laying in the fetal position at their feet. Goddamn it they’d been trying to come across less creepy when they were flirting. They crouched down and tried to gently push the man’s hood off his face to see if he was still conscious. 

How the fuck did things like this keep happening to Remus?

They saw the tears slipping down the man’s cheek. Oh fuck-

“Woah, buddy, I didn’t mean-”

The emo clutched at the bag of cat food and didn’t even respond to their voice. Remus figured the best  way to help would be to help him ground himself so they  could apologize for being so terrifying. Not that they were trying to be scary. If people were scared of them, that was their problem and Remus would not take responsibility for it. 

They kneeled in front of the man and reached out slowly, “hey- can you take a deep breath with me? Shit dude, I really didn’t mean to scare you over a bag of kibble-” When the man didn’t respond, only crying softly and breathing like a bunny, Remus inhaled and swore under their breath. Fuck Fuck Fuck. What would a smart person do? Remus sighed. If they knew that answer, they wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. 

Gently they reached to cup the man’s face, wiping their thumbs at the tears staining his bottom eyelids. No sooner had Remus touched the man than his hand came up to smack his wrist away. Remus gasped and pulled back, their palms and wrist stinging.

Remus rubbed their wrist and harrumphed, “I’m just trying to help!” They glanced back at the stranger and gasped. Shimmery purple glowed beneath what looked like several layers of makeup on the man’s face. It spread from under his eyes to all the way down his neck. Remus stared, absolutely transfixed. Of course they had seen activated soulmarks before. But they’d never caused an activation…

Remas gasped again and spread their palms out in front of them. They started in disbelief at the green shimmery swirls that settled into a Lichtenberg figure before their eyes. They knew soulmarks sometimes formed into patterns that represented the soulmate. They looked back at the man on the ground to find him staring at his fingers, the ones he’d used to smack Remus away.

“Holy shit-” 

“Read my mind, emo. What’s your name?”

The man blinked up at Remus as if taking them in for the first time.

“Oh- Oh it’s really you…”

Remus grinned, “yeah- sorry that was so stressful.”

“I- yeah, but it’s fine,” the man shrugged, “I’m… MyNameIsVirgil,” he rushed out and Remus grinned, “he/him, by the way. I saw your pin.”

Remus nodded, “thank you, Virgil. Remus. God, I want to see your mark without all that makeup… but maybe that’s a second date idea.”

Virgil laughed sharply, “that’s assuming there’s a first!”

“There better be! I have got to meet this shinigami pussy that’s been stealing my food!”

“You… eat cat food? For real?’

Remus shrugged, “It’s cheap. Please?”

Virgil sat up and offered Remus his hand, “what’s with the ninja stars?”

Remus broke into raucous laughter, “Oh Fuck! Lolo is not gonna believe this-”

Virgil squinted, “Who? No. Too much to process right now. Um.. could you please let me get up?”

Remus scooted away on the linoleum floor, giving Virgil space to get his legs beneath him. They stood and offered Virgil a hand, subtly showing off the lightning soulmark. 

“Woah- oh that’s- is gorgeous okay?” Virgil asked, staring at the mark.

“Yeah, for sure.” Remus nodded and offered again to help him up. “Let’s go pay and talk this out at your place.”

Virgil paused a long moment before eventually nodding in agreement. He took their hand and stood, admiring how they held his hand gently yet still supported him enough to get up. Remus twisted the hold to interlock their fingers with his. Something about the gesture felt incredibly comforting. 

Virgil smiled weakly and followed him to the checkout. His heart was still racing, but he suspected for a different reason now. 

The real test would be how Ryuk took to this new person. 

— — —

Virgil stood in his bathroom with the door ajar, carefully wiping the makeup off his soul mark while Remus played with Ryuk in the living room. She very much enjoyed snagging her claws on their fishnets and they seemed absolutely delighted with the kitten. Virgil sighed softly and kept wiping away at the layers, marveling as sparkly purple tentacles revealed themselves, twisting and turning all over the previously dead black area. His lip trembled and the rag dropped from his fingers.

He met his actual soulmate, and they’d turned his greatest fear and shame into something so beautiful.

Remus gasped from behind him, staring in the mirror at the swirly purple soulmark. “Oh my god- Virge-”

Virgil smiled back at them in the mirror before turning to face them, “Yes?”

“You’re super pretty now- and that ass is still magnificent. Do- do you want to date?”

“Let’s get to know each other a bit better before getting all official with labels,” Virgil chuckled, reaching to pull Remus close. 

Ryuk mewed and headbutted at Remus’ leg, feeling left out of the family hug. Both of them grinned and Virgil let her climb him back up to his shoulder before hugging Remus close.

After all, she’d basically set them up.

[bastard-aziraphale]

yeah we sanders sides postin' again-- this lil moceit pmv has been in the works for a while and i am very happy to finally share it!!

also they are t4t to me <3 this doesn't matter but i'm evangelising arospec trans man janus x nonbinary transmasc patton just for funsies :P

song is "chataeu lobby #4: in C for two virgins" by father john misty

commissions are open!

[thatonelesbianfander]

A Bunch of Random Remus Sanders Headcanons

I wanna yap about Remus Sanders and the headcanons I have about them, so I'm remaking my Remus Sanders headcanon post from last year. Enjoy :)

Trigger warning for mentions of self harm, murder, smut, crime,

Headcanons under cut

Autistic nonbinary gay satanist who uses they/them pronouns and has a wide array of mental health problems that they honestly don't really care enough about to put a label on

Likes taking showers just because it's one of the only socially acceptable times to be naked

Will not hesitate to kill bigots

Favorite musical is Twisted from Team Starkid

Likes to self harm for the thrill of it. Their one arm is completely fucked up because of it

Pole dances for sport. Will sometimes fall asleep hanging upside down on their pole sometimes, and no one knows how they accomplish it

Has octopus tentacles that they can summon at will, and likes using them as a hammock

Grows their hair out really long and likes to style it in a bunch of different ways, also likes having their hair played with

Cannot keep a pair of headphones in mint condition for more than a week, at the end of the week their headphones are either so destroyed they don't even resemble headphones anymore or they're completely covered in stickers and marker

Has a sketchbook that they sketch a bunch of monster designs in, and loves to show them off

Loves DDR and JustDance and is very competitive when it comes to those games

After having their eye stabbed in WTIT, they messed with it so much because of the sensory issues with their allergies that they fucked up their eye so much it now randomly falls out

Favorite music artists include Jack Stauber, ICP, and Junie & TheHutFriends

Special interest in the ocean (specifically all the fucked up creatures that live in it) and true crime

A really big cat person and will adopt many different types of cats including lions, tigers, jaguars, cheetahs, house cats, etc.

Has a weapon called a jackhandle which is a handle that can turn into any weapon at will

Their room is decorated to a horror theme, and their bed is a repurposed coffin with the lid decorated with shelves of their figures, trinkets, and other stuff

Bites stuff when stimming and loves chew fidgets

Also loves textured fidgets and will get distracted for hours on end if they find a texture they really like

Loves haunted houses and has been tempted to become a scare actor a few times before

Whenever Remus is having one of their manic episodes/breaks, Janus is the only one who can calm them down

Will eat literally anything, Janus has had to save them from choking on something multiple times

Loves physical affection

Really high sensitivity to light and volume

Loves weighted things and uses them to calm down when overstimulated

Weird with eye contact, sometimes can not and will not maintain eye contact no matter what, other times will stare into your soul

Has a green jacket/vest that they like to wear and has a collection of a bunch of pins and buttons that they like to rotate around

Has a pair of goggles that Janus gifted to them that has spikes around the eyes that are filled with real venom that can kill someone if pricked by them

Has a bunch of boots that they've DIYed designs onto, their favorite is a pair of black boots with flames on them

Missing their two front top teeth from battling. Has dentures to act as replacements for the two teeth but barely ever wears them because they find them annoying

Regularly steals hair ties from Roman and studded bracelets from Virgil, would steal from Patton and Logan but Patton doesn't really have any accessories that are interesting to Remus and Remus can never successfully steal from Logan

Whenever they get overstimulated, they have a fight or flight response where they'll try to be louder than the thing that's overstimulating them or they'll just completely shut down

Love language is gift giving, and will gift give like a cat

Has a mustache shaped bag that they use to carry around fidgets and extra pairs of headphones when they go outside, they usually make Janus carry it though

Remus and Logan love to infodump to each other about their special interests and will spend multiple hours together just going on tangents about their special interests

Their favorite fidget is a plush octopus made out of a bunch of different textured fabrics that Patton made for them

Has a giant collection of stuff related to their special interests

Janus and Remus regularly make trips to the aquarium together and will walk around as Remus infodumps to Janus about the different sea creatures and stuff

Roman and Remus play Animal Crossing together and both have fully themed islands that took hundreds of hours to put together (Remus's island is horror themed, Roman's is fantasy themed)

Loves hanging out in dark spaces, and has a giant pillow fort in the one corner of their room

Extremely clingy when tired, will always be clung to someone until they fall asleep

Five Nights at Freddy's fan

Will sleep scream at the top of their lungs for absolutely no reason at all during random intervals at night, is the reason why everyone barely gets any sleep

Actually has a pretty decent sleep schedule despite their habit of pulling all nighters sometimes to create stuff and/or research their special interests

Fell into the conspiracy theory trap with Virgil, and the two enjoy watching conspiracy videos together. Remus doesn't really take the theories too seriously but still finds them interesting

Has set up a bunch of Rube Goldberg machines as decoration around his room that go off at random times and do a bunch of things like fling knives around, set off little fires, and more

Can detach their limbs from their body at will

Reads smut and does not take it seriously at all, they find it comedic

A relentless flirt with everyone they meet, but the moment some of that energy is fired back, they'll just become a blushing mess on the floor

Loves to mimic Janus's speech patterns and hold out their S's like a snake, Janus finds it kind of annoying but endearing

[swhhdr-wthhr]

my fanart masterlist

this is just sanders sides stuff from my various aus. i just wanted it all compiled in one place for my own convenience. i'll try to keep updating this but no promises. maybe one day more fandoms will be included

skeletons in the closet au:

character profiles (don't look at these they're so bad)

roman

patton

logan

virgil

nicer drawings (this is where the good stuff is)

virgil literally died and came back to life meme (one of my first digital drawings)

virgil and remus as ghosts in the woods

various doodles of janus + with color

virgil died and came back right meme (wow i wonder if virgil dies and comes back to life in this story)

janus and remus

some lore about the types of living and dead people in this au with virgil as an example

doodles (these are also bad)

remy made roman gay meme

logan hates gay people meme

first drawings of virgil

patton and logan playing detective

virgil smoking for some reason

logan unicorn princess shirt

kid roman and remus meme

NO EFFIN WAY DUDE WHO BROKE THIS VASE guy is a character in this story and it doesn't matter

didn't remus die? meme

future logan is probably nonbinary meme

opposite au:

first doodle of logan

random facts about the characters in this au

virgil changes for the worst doodle

drawn text posts

first one

second one

zombie apocalypse au:

first character drawings

roman and remus

patton and janus

logan and virgil

early timeline janus and virgil

janus from different points in time

1920s au:

first character drawings

remus does drag

some kind of sci-fi au with aliens?:

virgil doesn't know how humans work prinxiety comic strip

creativitwins alien faggot comic

patton and logan past and present photos

aliens "how flirt boy" comic strip

rough drafts for virgil + janus's alien designs

high school sitcom au:

first character drawings

logan

virgil and janis

patricia

roman and remus

logan is very normal at sleepovers comic strip

monsters au:

logan werewolf drawings

roman vampire drawings

fusions:

roman+virgil fusion doodle

character profiles:

romulus (roman/remus)

raphael (roman/virgil)

orpheus (patton/janus)

icarus (roman/janus)

fairytale au:

character profiles:

"the swan"/orange side

"the narrator"/thomas

icarly meme comic

"how about we stop talking for a while" moxiety

colored janus sketch

no au or multiple aus:

virgil and patton are friends in every universe

doodles of patton, virgil, and logan

[egret-orchids]

a few sanders sides gender identity headcanons & explanations bc me & sawyer (@veronica-sawyer2, sorry for the tag) were discussing them

roman: he/him mostly, genderqueer. would use they/them or sometimes she/her but he's the prince and obviously princes don't wear make up or dress/skirts or say that today they're feeling more like a 'she' or a 'they', do they? guy's probably got some repression issues tbh. plays into the stereotypical 'hero/prince' role bc of this. eventually just uses he/they most of the time though.

janus: he/they/she, genderfluid. similar to roman except he's completely open to expression & expressing femininity.

virgil: transmasc, he/him. mainly because i'm projecting and i saw a post abt it once and it's engrained into my brain. patton has to remind him how to self-care btw.

patton: honestly feels nonbinary to me, so they/them or he/him. again probably because i've read fanfics with that and its rlly fitting. adores masc titles though.

remus: he/it/they. probably some obscure neopronouns too. not really a reason to this one either buts he probably afab. not sure why, but i think it's funny to think that roman is basically incapable of growing facial hair (disregarding like. the fact that they all look like thomas anw.) yet remus is and hes not even cis.

logan: he/him, hasn't really thought about it. probably he/she at some point. has also experimented with gender expression & is pretty comfortable w his masculinity

[ijustwannadraw0716]

You know what's so fun about drawing Sander sides human au? Literally they can be anything and everything but it's frustrating too because there's so many fun options.

Like Janus? Genderfluid. Or maybe they're nonbinary. Perhaps they're a trans man.

Maybe they're a tall trans women with long blonde hair and dresses like a Victorian goddess.

Or perhaps they're the shortest one with short brown swept hair and has slammed their cane into someone's kneecaps for calling them short.

And don't get me started on human interpretations of their scales. A scar over their eye, a snake tattoo, burn scars, etc.

And body type! Maybe Janus is a bit curvy, I love writing AFAB Janus with double Dee's because I feel like it woukd be a funny allude to a certain suggestive comment made towards snakes (if you know, you know). Or he's thin and oh oh! Definitely could see him with hip dips.

And vitiligo! I love drawing Janus with vitiligo. I headcanon Janus as someone with a disable, perhaps a bad leg, arthritis, blind in his left eye, the possibilities are endless and that's what I adore.

And these are just some ideas and for human designs. Perhaps ill have to share a collage of all my sander sides designs overall because oh b o y do I have quite a few.

Lemme know if you wanna hear more rambles about what I think the other sides could look like as humans ;3 I could go more in depth and such, my mindless is endless.

[stressed-depressed-andobsessed]

Merry Holidays everyone!

Another Asides has been posted so here's my thoughts again. (No screenshots this time because I'm at work)

SASSY WINE AUNT JANUS STRIKES AGAIN

I love the detail about him being slightly drunk

The lean when he popped up was amazing

Can you tell that I really love Janus?

I loved the newest sweater designs, they are amazing

Virgil has the nonbinary colors on, I love it

ROMAN AND REMUS INTERACTION <333333

Logan is such a mom, I love him

'Molt Wine? I'm not sharing, I'm just showing' or whatever he said

You want me to destroy my knew box?

>:(

A BOX!

Ooo Daddy~ (please don't-)

I think giving Remus an airfryer is a pretty smart gift. He loves food and burning shit

Remus' little Mr. Fuzzy is so adorable :>

I want one!!!

Virgil's gift to Logan is so smart and cute and well thought out and perfect for angst at first

"Give it a read, I'm sure you'll find SOMETHING you like" OH REALLY?? LIKE A CLUE!?

You're doing great Logan :)

Loga giving Roman a crisp $20 is perfect and I think I was in the stream when he said that

Replacing Andrew Jackson with Roman was so nice of Logan

Janus giggling is so cute

Roman having Janus is smart

BITCHSLAP!!

I love both gift because Janus really needed that

And the way Virgil reacted was amazing too

What if Roman's bitchslap was so hard, it pushed Janus back to the wall and he fell. Then Remus is like UH OH SPAGHETTIOS! Let me help you up :{D But he doesn't move his hands at all but you hear something being stretched out (and maybe a belt buckle or something) then Janus is just like '... I'd rather stay on the floor Dear, thank you though Remus" while everyone else groans (I should really be in the writer's room, I'm so hilarious)

Mr. Fuzzy doesn't like being dropped :D

Karrot King

I love the little end card

C!Thomas is so cute and 'But what's the message?'Nico is killing me. YOU KNOW THR MESSAGE YOU CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES THE MESSAGE IS I LOVE YOU NICO FLORES!!

Drunk Janus is <33

Can't wait for the next episode that's gonna be the final part 1 HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE MR. SANDERS

[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 4

Character sheets | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Despite starting out with future dukeceit, this is primarily logince content lol. Logan is a transfem nonbinary person and Janus is transfem in this AU.

Janus considers the strings she's laid while Remus sits by, uncharacteristically anxious. Roman and Logan go on their first date as a queerplatonic couple, and while Roman's lavish lifestyle rubs her a bit wrong, Roman himself has undoubtedly charmed her.

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Not unlike any morning before, Janus wakes up with a hangover. Thank god it’s the weekend, and a day she doesn’t have to work, because she thinks if she had to function as a human being she would push someone down a flight of stairs if she felt frisky enough. She tries to push herself up, but her arms shake and give out the moment she tries to put her weight on them. She groans, rolling her eyes at her own body. Opting to force herself to roll over onto her back and sit up that way, she notices about half way through the upward struggle that her apartment smells like food. Successfully upright, she stares at the door, the concept of Remus cooking for her making her, oddly, slightly angry at him. She knows it’s irrational and sighs at herself, throwing a grey sweater over her old t-shirt and pyjama pants as she makes her way out. Her apartment’s shitty heating is starting to not be enough for the colder weather.

The sound of sizzling is filling her kitchen, and she leans on the outer side of the island, staring at Remus at the stove in the corner facing away from her. Janus clears her throat dramatically against a hovering fist. Remus spins around with his tongue poking out, wide eyes looking at her like she caught him committing a crime.

“Oh, Janus! Um. Hi!”

“Hello.”

“I’m making food!”

“I can smell that.”

Remus pauses, scratching his calf with his foot. “Uh. Want some?”

“Depends. What are you making? And how dirty was the pavement you seemingly picked this food up off of?”

Remus laughs, a weirdly soft, genuine sounding one for him. “Oh c’mon, you know I went to the store, I’m not that crazy!”

“You’re not crazy,” she immediately corrects him in somewhat of a snap. Remus straightens up slightly at her tone, blinking rapidly, one of her spatulas hanging from his hand. Janus catches herself, sighing. “Just- Don’t talk to yourself like your mom did, okay? Anyway. What are you making?”

“Uh, just pancakes ‘n eggs. I figured you would get mad if I spent money on meat for you, so, I just got quick mix batter and a cheap thing of eggs!” Remus is scratching his calf again, not making anything close to eye contact even though he’s smiling. Janus feels cold in her chest, seeing him seemingly anxious over the potential of hurting her feelings.

“Eggs sound great, Remus. How did you remember I enjoy those?” she says, keeping her voice light and playful. Remus perks up slightly, seeming less downtrodden.

“Dunno! Maybe I’m magic,” he shrugs, grinning and turning around to flip a pancake.

“How are you good at cooking and I’m not?” Janus teases, leaning more of her weight on the counter as her weakness seems to feel more poignant suddenly. Remus doesn’t turn around for a moment, before flipping the final of five pancakes onto one of her plates. He ends up not answering at all, seemingly distracted by the food. Janus doesn’t have a kitchen table, so Remus carries the plates over onto the pullout couch, setting the eggs and syrup bottle next to it. He walks up to Janus and begins touching her and she swats at him. “What are you doing?”

“Oh- Sorry! I was gonna help you to the bed!”

“Remus, it’s like three footsteps, I’m fine.”

“But you’re sweating,” he pouts. Janus rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the counter, stumbling around and sitting on the bed.

“There, see? Shockingly, I’m not helpless.”

Remus chuckles, yet again weirdly soft sounding for him, and sits across from her, grabbing up two pancakes, sandwiching eggs in the middle, and eating it like a sandwich. Janus snorts, then covers her mouth slightly, clearing her throat. His ridiculousness can be genuinely entertaining, whether she likes it or not. She picks up one of the forks he brought over and skewers some eggs. As she tastes it, she realizes he bought cheese and spices too, and along with the eggs she swallows guilt at being so aggressive to him last night.

“So, where were you at last night?” Remus speaks through a mouthful of food.

“Just out.”

“I don’t know any of the bars on this side of town. Seems like they’ve got good stuff!”

Janus cringes. “Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t know.” She stabs more eggs, and her mind drifts to the hazy memories from Blacklight Mamba. She bites down on the eggs hard, the feeling of seeing that stupid purple patched hoodie from across the bar fresh in her chest. Virgil seemingly having such a sweet, innocent little partner makes her feel ill. Jealousy or anger or worry over the partner? Who’s to say. “How have the rest of our old pals been, Remus?”

Remus stops chewing with the look of someone caught in the middle of two fighting lions. “Why d’ you ask? I figured you would want me to mention them as little as possible,” he laughs.

Janus picks at her nails. “Indulge my curiosity, why don’t you.”

“Erm,” Remus swallows hard. “Well, I got cut off from our parents and about the same time Roman got accepted to the same college as Virgil. Our parents gave him a huge old house with a bunch of rooms and they pay for it and give him an allowance! Can you even? Anyway, Virgil lives there with his partner, Patton, and I was living there in secret for a while under our parent’s noses,” he rambles on. “But then Patton decided to be a dick about me liking weed, and they screamed at me like I was a fucking kid or something, told me I had to move out, else I was being kicked out. And yeah, then I texted you. Now I’m here.”

Janus tries to eat her pancake casually, reassessing her thoughts on this Patton character. “Seems like an interesting turn of events. As co-dependent as you and Roman always were I’m shocked he let you be-“

Remus swats at her hair, startling her into stopping. “We were not co-dependent, what?! Come on, man, we just care about each other like any twins would.”

“Roman literally used to sleep in your bed when you first started hallucinating,” she offers up, deadpan.

Remus makes a warbling, gasping sound, gesticulating at her like she just implied the sky is red. “He was just taking care of me! I mean, no one else was.”

“If you feel that way,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. Janus cuts away a bite of pancake with the edge of her fork, a bit too violently. Patton definitely didn’t know who she was, and that is for the better. She smirks around the bite of food as she imagines Virgil seeing her high school contact name in his partner’s phone. That ought to be fun.

“What you smiling about?” Remus says, eating his third pancake yet again like it’s a sandwich. She notices him leaving most of the eggs for her, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“Just thinking, is all.”

“Penny for ‘em?”

“Remus, no one carries cash anymore, I know for a fact you don’t have a penny.”

To her surprise, he fishes in his cargo pants’ pocket with a big smile. A dime comes out rather than a penny, and he scowls at it. “Guess you owe me ten of your thoughts now, madame!”

Janus rolls her eyes. “I was just thinking about how much my head hurts, you doofus.” Remus squints at her, knowing instantly that Janus isn’t being honest. He decides to just let it go though, and flicks the dime at her. She catches it out of the air, winking at him as she spins it between her fingers.

“Guessing that’s the most money you’d let me give you directly,” Remus snickers.

Janus frowns at him. “Forgive me for not wanting handouts from a former trust fund baby.”

Remus throws his hands up defensively. “I’m not a trust fund baby anymore though! I’m just your regular civilian with a hardworking job.”

“Tattooing is not exactly an example of the typical civilian job. Try fast food for even a week. You’d crumble into pieces in a day.”

Remus gesticulates towards her, pursing his lips with an expression of conceding agreement. He pops the last bite of his pancake into his mouth, then splays himself backwards on the end half of the pullout bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe Janus will be honest with him one day. If he keeps treating her nicely, she might remember what it was like to trust a friend. He peeks at her eating her final pancake, seemingly as at peace as she can get as she eats something he made just for her. It’s a nice sight, and he can’t help a slight smile and light blush dusting his face. Maybe one day, maybe one day.

--

Monday afternoon, wind tosses leaves about as Roman stares hard at his phone, his entire face creased with a mix of emotions. He messaged his twin two days ago to tell him about his new partner. Remus is always excited for him and his romantic conquests, no matter how short and spontaneous they’ve been in the past. Yet, it has gone unreplied to, not even opened seemingly, as it doesn’t read as ‘seen’ either. He sets his eyes in his hand, leaning over himself on some random park bench while he waits for the others to finish their classes. Did he really mess up that badly by asking him to move?

He reopens his phone, checking again uselessly, in case he missed something somehow. Knowing that Remus is with Janus, too, has been making him wake up in nervous sweats. There’s a taste of intentional betrayal, in choosing to stay with her specifically, but Roman isn’t sure if Remus is smart enough to take things like that into consideration. His foot is tapping so hard it’s echoing slightly in the empty courtyard. Am I really that shit of a brother? he thinks to himself miserably. He pulls his red jacket tighter over himself like it has the magical abilities to hide insecurities too.

The faint sound of the bell inside the building closest to him sounds the toll that sends herds of students out to change classes or head home. He spots the others crossing the yard in a little group. As they move closer Roman sees Patton is holding a very grumpy seeming Logan’s hand, and Virgil is pink from laughter.

“Now, what happened here? Are we swapping or something?” Roman puts his hand on his hip, smiling. Virgil immediately begins laughing into his hand again, and Patton also giggles.

“I was holding Virgil’s hand, and Logan accused us of showing off,” Patton faux whines, swinging their hands as Logan stares directly at the ground with a red face. “So, I told her her hand was just lonely, and I helped it out!”

Logan sighs, very loudly. “Patton, it is a hand, it cannot get lonely. May I be free now?”

“Well, considering there’s a new friend for your hand…” Patton drags Logan’s hand over and places it into Roman’s which makes both flush instantly. “I can let you go!”

“Patton, please,” Roman scolds, letting go of her hand and covering his face as he turns around to face away from them all dramatically. Virgil loses it, laughing hard into his hand and doubling over. Logan seems to be attempting to tune out entirely, her eyes being closed and her fists gently clenched with sheer embarrassment.

“That aside,” she speaks up, a little too loudly. “Roman, we have places to be. Patton was taking your car home, and I’m driving us, right?”

Roman breathes in deeply and turns around to face the group again. “Actually, Lo, we don’t need to take your car – I made arrangements.” Roman practically purrs the last word, smiling to himself proudly.

“Arrangements?”

“Since I’m taking you to a very nice place, I got a limo. I wanted to give you a true experience.”

Logan doesn’t look as pleased as Roman thought she would, just adjusting her glasses with a slight frown. “I don’t see the purpose. My car is perfectly functional. It feels very showy.”

“Showy is the point, dear Lo! We’re going somewhere er… more my family’s taste, if you know what I mean.” Roman watches her frown not change, internally panicking a bit. “I just… wanted to treat you to something really nice, for my turn paying. You deserve nice things.” He holds her hand, meeting her eyes nervously. She looks back at him, and her face melts slightly, the frown turning into a more playful, soft one.

“Alright, Roman. I understand you want to make it special, as the first one. Just do not spend recklessly like this for any of the other dates.”

Patton and Virgil depart to find Roman’s car in the student parking lot, and Logan follows behind Roman as he walks towards the front of campus to meet the waiting car. Behind him she rolls her eyes at the exuberantly glimmering white limo, being gawked at by students as they leave for the day. Logan attempts to cover her identity with her hand as the driver exits and opens the door. Roman pats the man’s shoulder and when his hand moves away Logan sees he’s wordlessly left a bill in the man’s pocket. She tries not to feel sour about that, pausing and muttering “thank you,” to the man, who smiles at her.

The inside of the car is purple, both in lighting and seat color. Logan flips her skirt under her as she sits. Roman is already reaching into a miniature fridge and pulling out travel size bottles of wine. Logan makes an uncomfortable noise before she can help it, and Roman looks over at her. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t drink. At all.”

“Why not?” Roman asks, casual.

Logan’s shoulders tense, and she shifts slightly in place. “I have bad experiences with it.”

“Oh,” Roman says, glancing at the bottles. “Well, then I shan’t leave you sober alone!” The bottles are popped right back in the fridge, and he slams the door shut with a resolute grin. Logan blinks rapidly for a moment, her brain seeming to calculate him in a different manner than before.

“Thank you, Roman. What restaurant will we be going to? I was wondering this morning why you were in such fanciful clothing.” She regards his ironed black button up and dark red suit, accompanied by lavish yet simple jewelry. She thanks the stars that all her clothing is rather nice and professional, tugging at her tie to tighten it.

“It’s a hibachi bar!”

“That is not as fancy as I had thought.”

“Oh, Lo, that’s cute. This place is… There will pretty much only be other bigheaded suits at the other tables having business meetings about major companies.”

“Hm. Unpleasant.”

“Er- Yes, but,” Roman reaches across and takes her hand into his black gloves, smiling at her with shining eyes. “We only need focus on you and I, at our own table.” He pauses for a moment. “Plus, the amount of food you get here will leave enough for you to portion for a week at least,” Roman tantalizes.

Logan cracks a smile, rolling her eyes just slightly. “Ah, I see you are using my love of pre-planned meals against me.”

“I need some kind of ammunition to get you to let me spoil you!”

--

Even his hyping up of the fanciness of the restaurant was underselling it. There is an entrance hall where a man in a suit offers to take their coats, to which both decline. The red carpet is lush and well-cleaned, and the walls are black marble with carved pillars stretching to the high ceiling. The man pushes open the black wooden doors and gestures for them to follow. Logan feels frozen, hesitating in the hall. Roman’s hand suddenly touches hers.

“Are you alright?” he murmurs gently against her ear. She turns to look at him, seeing his lightly worried face.

“I don’t- I don’t know if I’m right for a place like this.”

Roman stands in front of her with a wave to the host to hold on. He brushes at the cowlick in her hair, tucking it behind her ear. He adjusts her glasses with a hum, pats at her vest and tie. “I think you look splendid. I’d be shocked if someone doesn’t mistake you for royalty,” he mutters, smiling at her sweetly. Logan’s face turns pink, and she looks at the floor.

“If you’re certain.”

The host leads them in, and Logan takes in several black hibachi grills spread around a large open space. There are private non-grill tables behind partitions painted lavishly with birds of paradise. Roman leads her along. She can’t help noticing that everyone at the grills is dressed in similarly lowkey designer clothes like Roman. The ‘old money’ look and air about them puts her off entirely, making her stance awkward and stiff. Roman’s hand holding hers grounds her though, even as they pass a table and someone mutters about ‘the Carmona’s boy.’ She watches Roman suddenly stand with even better posture and puff himself up.

“They must know my father,” he whispers to her as they’re sat down with menus. “Or my mother. I get recognized sometimes because of, erm…” Roman gestures to the marks of his piebaldism with a scowl. “Stands out a bit among the menagerie.” He does a flowing gesture with his hands and rolls his eyes.

Logan hums quietly in thought. Roman sits half turned in his seat in order to look only at her. “I already know the menu, why don’t you take a look, hm?” Logan nods, and opens the menu. And dear god. Prices in the 100s hit her in the face like a truck. She glances around the laminated page, desperate to find anything at a reasonable price. Roman’s hand appears in her view, and then draws her chin up to have her look at him.

“Price doesn’t matter, don’t fret so much,” he soothes. “I know it seems like a lot, but look how much food comes with it.” He points to the cheapest thing available, shrimp fried rice. Logan reads it shakily, and sees that it comes with a noodle dish, rice, shrimp, vegetables, soup, and a dessert of which there two courses. She bites her lip, considering. It is a lot of food, at $59.00. That will do, she supposes.

A young male waiter greets them politely, and Roman orders the fried rice dish with chicken instead, as well as a teriyaki steak. Logan tries not to get dizzy at the price of that one. She orders the fried rice somewhat timidly. Logan thanks the waiter pointedly, to which Roman also thanks him, finally giving even a hint that he appreciates the workers around him.

The waiter leaves, and they chat idly until he returns with a tray and two bowls of soup.

“Chirirenge,” Roman flounces, holding up the spoon that comes with the dish.

“Pardon?”

“Asian soup spoon! It’s called a chirirenge.”

“Ah, you’re right, they are. Something about looking like a lotus petal? I’m not one for metaphors. To me it just means it holds more soup. You know Japanese?”

“Ehh. I’m nowhere near fluent anymore, so don’t expect me to speak any. I learned several languages as a little kid, from a tutor.”

“Fascinating. Do you remember much of any of them?”

“Yo hablo algo de español,” he says, titling his hand from side to side to imply how iffy his knowledge is. “My mom travels in South America often; she’s starred in quite a few smaller movies over there.”

“Yo también hablo español,” Logan says, happily surprised. “I’ve always wanted to travel there, some day. The landscape is beautiful…”

Roman gasps, touching her hand. “I have to take you some time! Wouldn’t a trip be fabulous?”

Logan hesitates, cringing. “I’d prefer to work to a place in my life where I could pay for it myself.”

“Oh,” Roman says, quieting. He puffs up, and squeezes her hand. “Well, when that day comes, I hope I’ll still be here to go with you and show you my favorite towns.”

“Thank you, Roman.” Logan nods and smiles at him, appreciating the effort to act like he’s not rich, even if for a moment. She turns and begins tasting the broth soup. It’s incredibly good, to her surprise, and she lets out a noise of enjoyment, taking many more bites. Roman is smiling at her as he watches her enjoy herself openly, when he feels the hair on his neck prickling.

Lo notices Roman glance over his shoulder at that table from before. “Old hag staring alert,” he snickers, sitting up straighter. “God forbid an actor’s child exist in a public space. I swear if she calls paparazzi of any kind, ugh.”

“Your mother is famous enough for that?”

“Eh, it depends on if she was in any films recently, she’s more of a star in some cult classics and smaller films. Usually I don’t even get noticed, but this woman must be a fan,” he says, sounding sick on that last word. Logan glances too, and sees an older woman staring at Roman’s back hungrily, tense in her seat. She turns away quickly, feeling a bit disturbed.

“I always thought of fans as a pleasant part of being famous.” She notices how uncomfortable Roman looks, and lifts her hand, hovering in the air hesitantly for a moment before she rests it on his gloves. “Don’t let it ruin our fun, Roman. I’m sure it will be okay.” Roman smiles at her thankfully.

Both were too distracted to notice the chef and his cart pulling up to their table, and he clears his throat to get their attention. They both turn to face him, and he laughs, then begins lighting the grill up. Logan jumps when he starts sharpening knives against each other, and Roman giggles at her. The chef pours oil onto the grill and it sizzles loudly. He tosses vegetables on and begins chopping them up, eventually moving them into a pile.

“Lean back,” Roman warns, and Logan almost doesn’t have time to do so before a burst of flame lights up in the oil from the controlled blowtorch the chef wields. Logan reels back; she grabs and adjusts her glasses a tad frantically as both Roman and the chef laugh at her reaction. “It’s her first time!” Roman offers heartily. The chef chuckles and winks at him.

He stirs around vegetables a bit more, and then scoops a tiny piece of zucchini onto the blade, nodding to Roman. Roman nods back excitedly, and Logan watches in confusion as he holds his mouth open. The chef tosses the bit of food across the table, and Roman catches it in his mouth, laughing. By the time Logan looks back the chef is looking at her with a piece ready. She nods, hesitantly holding her lips apart. Not apart enough, as the piece hits her lip and falls, she fumbles but catches it in her hand, holding it up to show she saved it. The chef and Roman both laugh and start clapping for her as she sheepishly pops the tidbit in her mouth.

The veggies get pushed to the side to cook, and the chef pours more sparkling oil onto the grill. Logan watches in fascination as he puts some long, flat noodles on, douses them in two different sauces, and then stirs them around and around on the grill, before depositing them to the side to cook.

He walks around and sets two large plates beside their soup bowls, winking at Logan. “Enjoying your first, miss?”

“Yes,” she admits, glancing at Roman. “I am.”

The chef, behind the grill again, shovels heaps of vegetables on each of their plates. Logan adjusts her glasses, a bit wide-eyed at the sheer amount of food. And there’s more to come? Perhaps Roman wasn’t joking about having weeks’ worth of leftovers. She unwraps chopsticks and a fork from the pre-laid place-setter napkins and uses the chopsticks to bring a piece of broccoli to her mouth. It’s delicious, falling apart under her teeth, soft and fried perfectly. Roman chuckles beside her.

“Does it taste good?” he asks in a somewhat dreamy voice.

Logan clears her throat, her face pink. “Ah, yes. Apologies, was I..?”

“Wide eyed and shining like a star with joy? Yes, Logan, you were.”

Logan looks away and back to her food. “I just- I don’t quite know what to do. This is just the vegetables?”

“Well, yeah!” Roman nods to the chef, who is scooping piles of the long noodles onto the plates with the other heap of food. “It’s only the second course too, he hasn’t even started the rice.”

Logan breathes out slowly. She begins eating again, trying to make her way through at least enough to give the poor chef room when he finishes the sizzling pile of rice he’s tossing around. The noodles are one of the best pieces of food she has had in her entire life, she can’t imagine how good rice and meat will be. He’s cooking her dish first, chopping shrimp into pieces and mixing them into half the pile of rice. He douses it in more oil, and sauce, making the grill sizzle loudly. Logan watches him stirring it around with an amazed face, and Roman can only seem to look at her face. He’s never seen her make such big expressions before, and she’s very pretty when she is showing emotion, in his opinion.

Logan has only eaten about one third of the noodles and half of the vegetables when the rice is dumped onto her plate. She tastes it, and accidentally lets out an innocent moan at how good it tastes. Roman covers his mouth to mask a huge, loving grin. Though they’re queerplatonic, sometimes Roman’s aesthetic and alterous attraction overlap in a way that makes him understand what being romantically in love with her would feel like. He tries to focus on his food, but she’s just… radiant.

Logan catches him staring, glancing over to him. “Are you alright, Roman?”

“Hm? Oh- Yes, quite! You’re just such a distraction, Lo.”

Logan lets a short, nervous laugh out, smiling like a cartoon character that was just kissed. “Roman, please settle down.” She pushes up her glasses on her nose.

“I do mean it though,” he sighs. “I wasn’t lying when I said you could be mistaken for royalty. Whether night or day, you’re the heavens at play,” he says, touching his chest and raising an arm like a prince delivering a sonnet.

“Hm, is the couplet an attempt to woo me?”

“But of course,” he winks. A waiter clears their throat, and Roman politely moves his plate to the side so his steak dish can be set down. He pokes at it with his fork, then turns to Logan. “Want to try it?” Logan nods, and begins reaching over with her own fork. Roman shakes his head, raising his up with a bite of meat on it. “Lean over here, pretty.”

Logan’s face goes pink, and she rolls her eyes, but she leans over and lets him place a bite in her mouth tenderly. His gloves stroke her chin softly as he pulls away. She pulls back, setting a fist against her mouth as she chews. “It’s very good.”

“I know, right? This place’s food is just divine.”

Logan takes in Roman’s lovesick face, his slightly crooked grin and glimmering green eyes, filled with emotion that is all caused by her. She breaks eye contact, looking back to her food, trying to contain a dorky smile as she digs through the feast she’s been gifted.

--

Roman insisted on her letting the driver take her four to-go boxes worth of food as they got back in the car. They sit on the same side this time, Logan leaning slightly into the crook of Roman’s neck. Despite being taller, she has realized she enjoys feeling cradled, especially after so much stimulation. Roman had set his suit jacket around her shoulders, and she holds it tight around herself, dazed and dizzy with emotion. She’s mostly lost talking ability after such a big event, but Roman simply lets her rest in silence, rubbing his hand over her hair. It’s the first time he’s ever seen her hair down, and he can see that it’s slightly curly, falling in black waves just over her shoulders.

Logan lets out a tired sigh, watching street lights pass by. They’ve come back to the school after dark for her to retrieve her car, though driving might be an issue, she realizes faintly. But, to her surprise, Roman also exits the limo, handing a few more bills to the driver as he goes.

“What?” she asks simply.

“I’m going to drive you to your place. I know you have a sofa I can stay on, just for tonight. We can get to class together,” he steps towards her, tucking her cowlick behind her ear again. “You can make sure I actually get there on time for once.”

Logan hesitates, only for a moment, but concedes with a nod, swaying slightly on her feet. Roman drives them, and helps her get up the stairs to her part of the housing unit. The welcoming arms of her dark bedroom feels like being cradled too, and Logan barely even takes off her tie properly before laying down. She sees Roman’s shadow about to leave, and calls to him. “Roman, wait- Can you- could you sleep here? With me?”

Roman’s figure pauses in the doorway, and she can’t see the massive smile cross his face as he melts. He comes back over to her bed, and lays down across from her, squished together on a twin bed. He tries to give her space still, but their faces are there together, looking at each other’s shadowy forms.

“I think I like you. A lot.” Roman confesses it quietly. Logan hums, and crosses the gap, resting her head on his chest.

“You’re pretty nice as well,” she mutters softly.

They drift to sleep with full stomachs, and full hearts as well for that matter.

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What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

@nonbinary-octopus I was asked this so long ago— I had written a response and tumblr crashed and I thought the ask was gone 😭🫂 Im so sorry, but I want to share a recent one!! I will use a current one that has like— more scattered scenes, and while I may change this one to better fit what I’m doing, here ya go. It’s uh a longer scene than I meant to share but I really didn’t know where else to cut it. 😃

Gist is it’s Sanders Sides, and creativitwins are trapped in the Imagination and powerless and were turned back into kids, Dragon Witch took over and the others are trying to keep them alive safe. Scene takes place near the end-game ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ please excuse mistakes, this was one-take and let me know if anything doesn’t track right/questions ya have …okay?? Okay, here we go (964~ words):

Remus took half a step back, but there was nowhere he could go or duck fast enough that flames or the sweeping long tail of the dragon witch wouldn’t immediately overtake him. Patton all but leapt at him as smoke preceded the concentrated torch.

Heart barely got to Remus in time, rolling with him gracelessly and using his arm to keep the kid protected until they came to a stop, Patton kneeling with Remus clutched to him in his free arm. He felt the heat and smelt the plasma before he saw it and it was all Patton could do to throw up his shield arm to protect them from the heavy blast of heat that struck like it had charged them.

The shield barely held back the blaze and it was all Patton could do to not be shoved back, or worse over, where the shield would do not good at blocking, so digging the toes of his boots into the soft soil, ducking the flames flickering over the top. He grunted with effort of pushing against the rapidly warming glazed shield with most his weight. The shield’s metal edge burned red, but it held, and Patton would have to ask Roman just what it was made of, but he was grateful for it.

Patton still made sure Remus was tucked securely close with himself as a futile barrier should their [tenuous] protection fail. Not that it would do any good if it came to that, and so Patton screamed over the roar for Janus, who he knew wasn’t one of the ones across the clearing with Roman.

He tried to keep his hand clear of that as he strained and the dragon changed the angle, baring down over them. Patton gasps as he panicked, narrowly managing to keep up with the fire’s scorching path, both sweating form exertion and the burst of heat that was far too hot for extended exposure, and how could that level of heat feel so real?! Would it truly burn them alive here in the imagination and what would happen to them if it did?

It was quickly becoming apparent the shield was small, smaller than Patton would have liked as he curled around Remus protectively, the kid having the sense to stay still and pressing close, although that could have been from the threat of the flames burning the ground in a circle around the shield’s edges, singeing the grass that caught fire even beneath their protection as it spread.

Their only saving grace and reason they were not currently being cooked alive was that the fire seemed to have tapered at the end after the initial burst, and it seemed the dragon couldn’t go longer than one could exhale a breath. Patton didn’t think they’d be able to withstand a second wave, the burn of the shield against his arm making him hiss as he found its limit. He was already planning to ditch it and make a break for the evaporated riverbed which would at least give them a temporary earthen wall for cover from a second wide blast if he was fast enough. But it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary, because as soon as the flames lessened, he blink could already see the plan in motion. Janus had heard his cue.

And in the seconds the flames had been assaulting them, Janus had made quick work of the beacon powering the barrier, shattering the box the dragon witch intended to trap the young twins in. He had her full attention now, and she was fury incarnate. Patton gasped out as he detached the scalding, glowing shield from his arm and got his feet under him, Remus swept up in the motion as she whirled on Janus. Not even two steps into their retreat and Patton was throwing them both back to the dirt, covering Remus as the one-ton tail swept just over their heads and right through the nearest oak trees as if they were popsicle sticks, leaves and splintered bark flying past and raining down on the two. Patton’s head shot up to see Janus veering off to the left, drawing the massive dragon after him easily with the flailing yellow of his inner dress cape.

Patton worried about the risk of going winging this part of the plan, but they had no choice. They couldn’t predict what interrupting the spell would do but he had to take the opening Janus gave them for what it was. The priority was the twins, her real targets. He trusted Logan and Virgil to take Roman and possibly help Janus if needed.

Patton swung Remus up into his arms, favoring his uninjured one, and bolted for the castle, crossing the shallowest dip of the riverbed and disappearing under cover of the forest. Remus asked about his brother. Patton gave his best assuring voice in his answer, telling him he’d be alright and they’d see him soon. And the first part he said with all the trust and belief within himself, because he knew without a doubt they would not let harm come to the young creativity. Virgil and Logan were by him and would risk their own lives to make sure they protected Thomas’ embodiment of hopes and dreams. He only hoped the others would meet them there soon.

[my-little-xenogender-blog]

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Sanders Sides: Janus, virgil, Remus, Roman, Logan, Patton.