#logince au

[lefaystrent]

Logince (Logan/Roman) is brotp for me. Specifically where they are unrequited rivals, meaning one of them views the other as a rival while the other is completely oblivious.

Academic AU? Logan has color-coded notes, studies with flashcards even as he walks to classes, and always plays an active role in lectures. Meanwhile, Logan is floored and seething at seeing his classmate Roman who never takes notes, doodles during lectures, finishes exams within the first five minutes before everyone else, and somehow still scores at the top of the class. Livid, Logan convinces himself Roman must be cheating and seeks to expose him. But Roman is like, "Dude, I just really like history. Do you need help studying or something?" And to Logan's humiliation, Roman is quite knowledgeable on top of being charming, witty, and chivalrous. Roman is beyond flattered to hear that Logan views him as his rival and teases him relentlessly for it. They become bros of course.

Superhero AU? Despite Roman's successes as a hero, he is baffled and envious to find that fellow superhero Logan dominates the news headlines. They both debuted around the same time. Roman saves just as many civilians and stops just as many villains. So what does Logan have that he doesn't? It burns him up so much that he starts trailing Logan during his patrols, even trying to beat the bad guys first and often getting in Logan's way. Logan somehow concludes that Roman must be a fan of his and wants to be his sidekick/partner, despite Roman boldly declaring several times that they are rivals. Logan suggests they train together to improve their teamwork. Roman takes it as a challenge of course, thinking that Logan is testing him. He's reluctant to admit that Logan actually makes a good trainer/training partner and that he's inordinately pleased whenever Logan praises him. And to be fair, they do make a kick ass team. Many weeks, months, years later it dawns on Logan. "Oh. You were competing against me?" And Roman has a conniption.

[spoondoodles]

I blacked out and more Logince HS AU appeared on my canvas idk what happened (also ty @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat for some inspiration sorry it took so long to make a post about Them <3)

[heyrowboat]

logan?? mr logan sanders?? but from an au?? where he’s royalty?? and he has crutches??

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Human au with Actor!Roman (or some other easily recognizable celebrity) who’s pretty famous and doesn’t like to date much because of it. And then he meets Average Joe!Logan who cannot keep up with pop culture for the life of him. Cue a grand partnership because Logan just thinks he’s some guy and Roman finds him so lovable that they can’t help but become friends and possibly more (QUEER PLATONIC?)

[caitcat04]

Sanders sides fans!! Are you still out there??

I just remembered a fic that I would love help finding pls! It's like a period piece where Thomas is a historian and moves into an old house and meets all the sides as ghosts. Then, he pieces together their life stories as he talks to each ghost and eventually manages to republish the stories of their lives and set their souls free.

I remember some vague details:

It had all 6 sides

Roman was an artist/poet but was very ill

Logan was his doctor

They were in looooveee

Patton and Virgil ended up together which was super cutee

Its them retelling the stories of their deaths so its quite sad.

They all find each other again in ghost form, it's so cute!

Idk who the author was but I think I read it on ao3?? If u could help that'd be so great thank u!!

[caff3inated-art]

The String of Fate works in Mysterious Ways

Reblogs Highly Appreciated! (Click for Better Quality)

This was originally just going to be me practice poses and then it turned in Roman! That being said this is actually Roman from a Popstar AU roleplay that I’m in. I’ll probably make more art of him as time goes on, but enjoy the glimpse of angst happening.

Also here’s the reference I used in case you’re curious!

Reference Link:

[halfhissandwich]

I had to do it, guys. Unsympathetic princess Roman is my everything

[princeanxious]

Supervillain!Roman x Superhero!Logan logince comic wip i may or may not finish later💕

[fandombead]

👑 Happy Logince Week~! 💫

Prompt: Poetry

Our love shall bind me

And allow you to find me

In your world someday

TFW your soulmate is from another realm and gets cursed trying to break the rules to be with you, amiright??

~❤️💙❤️💙~

Tiny bit belated to the Logince Week Party, but I got inspired yesterday and my fic was slow going!! So here we are! I worked like I was possessed until this was done hahaha!

@loginceweek2024 !

[edupunkn00b]

Roomies, Chapter 1: My Best Friend's Brother

Mash-up of edited public domain photos.

My Best Friend's Brother - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3098 - Rated: T - CW: references of parental homophobia Written for @intrualityweek 2024

Patton and Roman have known each other forever. They were each other’s best friend, favorite neighbor, closest classmates all through school. They were even each other’s first crush. Roman’s crush had faded with time. Patton’s had not. Oh, yeah, and Roman’s weird twin brother Remus was there, too. Now Roman and Patton are all set to be roommates their freshman year of college and everything’s going to be great. Right?

Faded with sun and age, the little green You Are Here flag was hard to find but when it finally popped out on the giant campus map, Patton grinned. He was on the right path. One more left turn and then up the trail between the fountain and a big field and he'd be at his new home for the next year. Nodding, he took one more deep breath and hitched up on the thinning straps of his duffel bag and marched on.

He'd made it.

The line outside the Resident Advisor office spilled out down the stairs of Carrefour Hall. Patton—and the rhythmic chu-chunk of his cracked suitcase wheels—slowed as he approached it. He hesitated, eyeing the line of students waiting for their dorm room keycodes as his backpack and duffle bag straps dug into his shoulders.

With a little grin, Patton shook his head and bypassed the line, walking right through the side door. Patting his pocket, he didn’t need to take out the dorm assignment letter he’d had memorized since June of their senior year. 

Carrefour Hall, Room 604 Dormmate: Reyes, Roman

After a much shorter wait for the elevator, Patton squeezed inside with his bags, bouncing on his toes as the elevator emptied a bit more at each floor until it was just him and a bored-looking RA-a senior, maybe?-when the elevator doors stuttered open on the sixth floor.

Patton spilled out, barely noticing his bag bonk the backs of his own heels. Eyes on the door labels, all the troubles of the day, all the troubles of the entire flippin’ summer melted away. A heady mix of relief and excitement and nervousness propelled him forward until he practically skipped down the hall.

600… 601… 602… 603…

“Ready for college, Roomie?” Patton laughed after tapping quietly on the open door of room 604. “Or would it be Rome-y? ‘Cause we’re Rome-mates?” He danced his shoulders back and forth, smile only faltering when Roman turned around with his forehead crinkled in confusion. Behind him were the dorm’s standard twin-sized frames, shoved together and made up to form one full-size bed.

Sitting on the edge of that bed, folding one of Roman’s old tee shirts was a guy from their old high school. Floppy dark hair, longer than Patton remembered, and square black glasses. Was Landon his name?

“Pat!” Patton melted into Roman's arms when he pulled him into one of his patented—ha, Pattoned—crushing hugs. “It’s so good to see you! But…”  Roman pulled back, shaking his head and shooting a confused look at the other guy. “What—what are you doing here, Pat? I don’t…”

“Whaddya mean?” Patton tried to laugh but his throat had grown tight and it came out a little broken sounding. But Roman and the other guy—Llewellyn?—were too busy looking at each other to notice. “We’re… we’re rooming together, Ro.”

Roman’s eyes widened when he finally seemed to register Patton’s bags.

“The Housing Office didn’t call you?” Roman asked. “I—I texted you but when you never replied, I…” He looked down at his bare feet and the other guy stood and moved next to him. “I thought maybe you were just, y’know… a little mad and needed some space.”

Mad? Patton forced his smile to stay bright.

“New number, who ‘dis,” Patton said, waggling an older gen iPhone. The late afternoon sun glinted against the cracks in the screen. “Just got it yesterday. Um… can you put your number in…” Roman nodded and tapped at the device. “Sorry, all my contacts were on the old sim card.”

“No sorries needed, Pat! I’d be lost without my phone. I…” He nodded when his own phone buzzed with the message he sent and passed Patton back the device.

Patton couldn’t not chuckle when he read the contact name Roman had created, Really Obviously Muscular And Nice 👑.

“But, I don’t understand…” He looked up at Roman as he slid his phone back in his pocket. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“I… I, well, my parents got the Housing Office to switch our rooms. They said they'd call you," he said, shaking his head. The other guy raised his eyebrows at him and Roman shook himself, presenting him with a bowed head. "Um, do you remember Logan?”

The man with big square glasses nodded and offered his hand. “Logan Sanders… We had Bio together sophomore year.”

“Patton Hart,” he nodded, shaking his hand and ignoring the sinking feeling in his belly. “I—I remember. You talked back to Mr. Saxby when he said Watson and Crick discovered the double helix.”

Logan dropped his hand and glanced at Roman before staring down at the floor, jaw clenched.

“You were right! He was a teacher—he shouldn't've ignore Rosalind Franklin!” Patton added quickly, turning his head to smile at him. “You got in trouble for that, didn’t you?”

He rubbed his arm and nodded once. “And I’d do it again.”

Roman curled a muscular arm over Logan shoulders and grinned proudly. “Logan tutored me in summer school so I could start this semester without having to make anything up and, well…” Uncharacteristically quiet, Roman looked to Logan, a question in his eyes.

Logan cleared his throat, eyes glossy. “We started dating and…” He let out a slow breath and nodded again. “And my parents didn’t like that and, well…” The sinking sensation turned into a cold rock in the pit of Patton’s stomach. “They… they threw me out.”

Nodding, Patton shifted the pack still slung on his shoulder. Pins and needles, like after you foot fell asleep, crawled down Patton's limbs and he reminded himself to breathe. “Oh, Logan, I’m so sorry. That’s horrible.”

“Exactly,” Roman said, pulling Logan a little closer. “Logan’s been staying at my house since that all happened. My parents have kinda taken him in."

“Your family has been more than generous,” Logan murmured, eyes on his feet. “And very gracious.”

“Hey, after surviving eighteen years of Remus running around the house, you’re nothing.”

Patton swallowed. The last time he’d seen Remus had been right after graduation. He’d run up to him and Ro and unzipped his gown to reveal his brand new tattoo—and that he’d been wearing Speedos and nothing else underneath during the ceremony. He looked carefully at Logan. “Has he been… okay with you?” 

Remus had never directly bothered him—Patton had no doubt Roman would’ve put a stop to it in a heartbeat if he’d so much as said one mean word. But as early as second grade, Remus had been suspended three times for fighting. He was tough and fought dirty, brutal enough to make even Patton’s biggest bullies cry. 

Patton was still grateful Roman really never left them alone together.

Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed. “He’s been Remus but, yes… Once I informed him I did not find his references to ‘Little Orphan Annie’ as humorous as he did, we’ve been getting along acceptably well.”

“You know if that ever changes,” Roman began in a soft voice, lips close to Logan’s ear. Patton looked away and tried harder not to listen. The room was just so small.

“If that ever changes, you’ll be the first to know,” Logan replied just as quietly. “Remus will need you to drive him to the emergency room.”

Roman chuckled, low and quiet and rich. Not at all like his best friend’s typical laugh. Patton risked a glance up.

Roman was smiling down at Logan, eyes bright and cheeks a gentle pink even through his summer tan. He absolutely glowed. Suddenly seeming to remember Patton’s presence, Roman faced him, fingers still laced together with Logan’s. They’d painted their nails matching colors, every other nail Roman’s favorite red and a deep blue that matched Logan’s shirt.

“Right, I was explaining.” Roman’s voice dragged his attention away from their interlocked hands and Patton nodded. “Logan’s parents withdrew the dorm deposit they’d paid and he lost his room. I convinced my parents to switch me to a “single” so he’d have a place to live this year.” 

Patton looked around the room. They’d already moved the dorm-issue twin beds side-by-side, with a big red quilt stretched over them. Two dressers were tucked into the corner by one closet, leaving just enough space to set the desks face-to-face on the other side of the room. Patton imagined them studying together, holding hands over the desk, stealing little glances between readings. Quizzing each other like he and Roman used to when he’d study at his place after school.

Roman suddenly stepped closer and Patton looked up at him, pushing on another smile. “Have no fear, my dear Pattington Bear.” He booped Patton’s nose and, for a moment, everything was as it should be. “The Housing Office assigned you a room in the new dorms. It’s over by the Art Building. We saw them—they’re really nice and…”

“You probably want to get settled in,” Logan added, taking out a folded slip of paper from his pocket. “Dormitory orientations start in an hour, then dinner, and an evening program on ‘Health and Safety.’”

“Ha,” Patton forced a laugh, craning his neck to peek at the printout. His eyes widened when he saw the number of activities and information sessions they’d be expected to attend over the next few days. The list was a lot longer than the one he’d seen at the start of summer. “Sounds like camp!” 

“I sincerely hope your summer camp did not distribute prophylactics on the first night,” Logan frowned and put away the list. “Well,” he looked up at Roman  who winked back, blushing. “We have a bit more to tackle before Orientation.”

“Right,” Patton nodded. “Of course. Maybe we can meet up for dinner at the dining hall?” he asked, hoping neither caught his stomach grumble.

“Well, um…” Roman drew Logan a little closer. “Lo and I were going to drive into town for dinner together and…”

“Oh! Oh, yes, right… Celebrate with a date.” The yawning pit in his stomach turned into an a ball of ice. “Of course,” he said again. “Let me, um, let me get out of your hair, then and, uh…”

“Here, Pat, I’ll help you.” He lifted Logan’s hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against each knuckle before releasing his grip and following Patton into the hall. “Jeez, Pat!” Roman exclaimed, eyes widening when he took in Patton’s overstuffed duffel bag, another backpack, and his beat up old wheelie suitcase in the hall. “Did you bring enough?”

“Oh, you know me,” he laughed, his voice strained as he tightened the straps on the larger backpack pulling down his shoulders. “It’s just a little of everything.” Roman hefted the duffel bag, his hand scraping over a crumpled tagboard label.

“Ha! Speaking of camp, I think you left your bunk tags on from last summer,” he laughed, turning it over and reading the bunk information. His eyes widened. “I can’t believe you went back!”

“You went to summer camp before college?” Logan asked, adjusting his glasses and peering at him through narrowed eyes from the doorway.

Patton shrugged, a flush crawling up the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was a counselor. Good money for a summer’s worth of work and no expenses… You’re living where you work, so…”

“Ah, Pat, I figured you’d take the summer off!” Roman clapped his shoulder then helped him hook his other backpack over the handle of the wheelie bag. “You worked your ass off to get a full ride here. Your parents were so proud at graduation, I bet they’d send you anything you’d need.”

“Mm-hm,” Patton nodded and didn’t look away fast enough to miss the stiff look Logan gave him. 

“Oh, mi amor,” Roman murmured, stepping back into their room and cupping his boyfriend’s cheek. Patton ducked his head and tilted back the suitcase to drag it back to the elevators, making just enough noise to cover their whispers. “I’ll be back before you know it, love,” he promised in his regular voice before stepping back into the hall with Patton.

“You know, Ro… I’m being selfish,” he said quietly to Roman when he joined him with the duffel bag. “You should stay here and help Logan get settled. I just need to head down to the RA’s office and get my new room and keycode.” Patton smiled brightly up at his oldest friend.

“Are—” Roman’s hand twitched on the duffel strap, already shifting his weight to set it down. “Are you sure?”

Patton looked up at him. Hope had brightened his already brilliant green eyes, and his usual crooked smile now bloomed over his face. “Yeah, Ro, of course I’m sure. I got it all here, didn’t I?” He nodded and looped the duffel bag over one shoulder.  “Besides, you know me…” He grinned brightly and mimed flexing his muscles. “I’m stronger than I look. Logan needs you,” he murmured.

“Pat, you’re the best friend a guy could ask for!” Roman pulled him into a long hug. Breath caught in his throat, Patton squeezed back, the familiar scent of strawberry shampoo and a new floral cologne pleasantly tickled his nose. “I’m not just saying that, either,” Roman murmured, bent over his head. “Thank you for being so understanding. Logan doesn’t have anyone right now. His whole family disowned him when he came out. They wouldn’t even let him take his computer or his clothes or anything.”

Burning eyes squeezed shut, Patton nodded silently against his shoulder, throat too tight to even try to speak. The weight of everything he carried in his backpack cut into his shoulders and he hugged Roman a little tighter. 

“He just really needs me right now,” Roman whispered. “I’m the one who encouraged him to come out. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon him now.”

“Of course,” Patton managed when Roman pulled back and smiled down at him. 

“You’re a good friend, Pat. The best.” He gave his shoulders one more squeeze before turning back to his room with a little wave. Just before he closed the door, he poked his head back into the hallway. “Hey, we should meet up at the dining hall… uh, maybe sometime tomorrow? Or maybe Monday?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, Ro, that sounds great! You have my new number!” He called just as the door closed. Alone again, Patton pushed up the corners of his mouth until it felt something like a smile and walked back down the hall toward the elevators.

~

The line for the RA’s office wrapped around the hallway. He watched the time tick down on his phone, the wait stretching even as his battery slowly died. Still, he cheered when he reached the head of the line and grinned at the harried volunteer flipping through a clipboard of dog eared papers.

“A313,” she said and handed him his new door code in a tiny envelope.

“Does it say who my roommate will be?” Patton bit his lip. He and Roman had spent the last four months of school planning on rooming together, sketching plans and making up stories about who else they might meet in the dorms. Patton hadn’t even considered not sharing a room with him. The thought of living with a total stranger sent a cold child down his spine.

The volunteer scanned the sheet but shrugged. “Sorry, doesn’t say on my copy, just that he’s a senior. It would’ve been on the copy mailed to your permanent address.”

Nodding, Patton caught his bag as it began to slip off his shoulder. She smiled, briefly, and glanced up at the line behind him. “Here—” she said, plucking a parking sticker from a thick envelope. “You’ll need to switch out your pass when you move your car to the other lot.”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded again and tucked the decal into his pocket along with the old one. Don’t need a pass if you don’t have a car. He gathered up his bags. “Um, thank you!” he added, remembering to smile. The volunteer had already moved on to the student waiting behind him, crumpled check in-hand.

The Art Dorm was on the opposite side of the quad, tucked into a corner behind Greek Row. A raucous party had already started at the largest fraternity house and Patton hitched his bag a little higher. He’d dodged a bullet there, at least.

He skittered around a pocket of laughing students making their way back across the quad toward the dining hall, then another as he waited for the elevator. One of them shoved a thick Orientation folder into the recycling bin. He waited until they’d passed and fished it out again. He'd missed the session, but at least he could catch up with the handouts. And if he hurried, he could still make the tail end of dinner and figure out what else he'd missed later. Who knew, maybe his new roomie would be nice and they could get to know each other a little before bed.

The elevator doors opened and Green Day played at too a high a volume poured into the tiny elevator. Patton dragged his bags out and into the hall. The music came from the only open door on the floor, about half-way down from the elevator. He re-read his dorm assignment and checked each door. His footsteps slowed with each tread, his bags growing steadily heavier.

301, 303, 305…

Patton stopped just outside room 313. A mostly empty suitcase sat open on the bed nearest the hallway and a stack of clothes still on hangers were draped haphazardly over the back of a chair. Teetering stacks of books and art supplies covered one desk and music—now Queen—blared from a flashing bluetooth speaker by the window.

In the other corner of the room, a very tall and very familiar guy with neon green hair and a cropped tank top was inside. Back to the door, he danced as he shoved an armful of clothes into a dresser drawer. A shiny tattoo, still red around the edges, covered his left shoulder and the safety pins adorning his ripped jeans swayed with his movements. 

Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe… Patton held his breath and knocked. Loudly. 

He spun around, tapping his wrist, and the music cut out. A too-broad grin slashed across his face, topped with a thick mustache. Green eyes two shades darker than Roman’s stared back at him, wide and wild. Remus dropped his clothes and opened his arms wide.

“Roomie!”

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

High school soulmate AU where you have the name of your soulmate’s best friend on your wrist, and every Side considers Patton to be their best friend

Roman has known Patton since forever and they made a promise in second grade to be best friends forever

Subsequently, Remus had also known Patton for forever, and Patton is Remus’s only friend who doesn’t encourage him to do bad things and then abandon him he gets caught

Logan is the king of debate club, but the only person who doesn’t think he’s a cold asshole is the boy who’s really bad at debate but is always encouraging everyone to “have fun out there”

Virgil is a loner emo, but that guy who sits next to him at lunch every day and gives him homemade cookies has endeared himself to Virgil forever

Janus is the ASB President, and appears to have tons of friends, but he would stab each and every one of them in back if he had to, and he fully expects them to do the same, except for the ASB secretary, who is a literal ray of sunshine and probably doesn’t even know where babies come from

Anyway, chaos (and probably polyamory) ensues as they all try to figure out who their soulmates are

(I don’t know who Patton’s best friend would be, maybe Roman since they promised as children)

[spoondoodles]

Do you see my vision yet?

[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 8

Part 1 | Previous Part | Read on Ao3

They lay down together, and Roman sets his head under her chin for a moment, letting himself just hold onto her. They have more in common than he ever thought.

Roman has an encounter with his father and goes to Logan for comfort. Remus learns about Patton's secret.

Hi SaSi followers, this AU is back!

[CW: emotionally abusive relationship with father, that's all for this chapter]

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Roman hardly ever sleeps in, even on the weekend. He’s always up at at least 6 a.m., working out, showering, having coffee with oat milk and caramel syrup, and then watching television until the rest of the house wakes up. He has had the same routine since early high school and he sees no reason to change it, thank you very much. He’s in the middle of preparing said coffee when Patton comes into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes. “Morning, Pat,” he sings, which earns him a sleepy chuckle and then an exaggerated groan.

“Good morning, Roman,” they yawn, moving to pour their own coffee. Roman sidesteps them to allow them room, moving into the dining room to talk to them through the doorway. “Did your workout go well?”

“Oh, without question or doubt!” he says, flexing his arm, which thankfully does show muscle so he’s not just embarrassing himself. He looks between it and Patton with a smile, and Patton claps twice softly, laughing.

“I have work todayyy,” they whine out as they pour vanilla and chocolate syrup into their mug.

“Oh, you poor baby! Come on, Pat, you really only work weekends anyhow.”

“Well, that’s easy for you to say, Mr. Allowance!”

Roman gasps in exaggerated offense. “Hey, can it!”

“No, you!”

Roman is about to retort when they're both distracted by a car pulling into their driveway. Looking at each other in confusion, they move to the window together to see a shimmering black sports car with a driver getting out. Roman feels like a knot just twisted his stomach to bits, and he swallows dryly. “Oh god, oh god, what? They didn’t tell me they were visiting any time soon, ah, my hair is still wet and the living room is a mess, oh god!” Roman goes rushing into the living room in a whirl, leaving Patton behind in anxious silence as they watch the driver open the back door.

A very tall, broadly built man with slicked back brown hair gets out from the door the driver opens, dark sunglasses nearly falling off his nose as he looks over them at the house. He’s talking on the phone, and Patton is thankful for Roman’s sake that their friend will have a moment to make things presentable. Roman scurries around in the living room shoving things into crates or drawers to get them out of sight, he doesn’t have time to actually clean. As he goes, he meticulously adjusts his hair so that as much of the white streak is covered by his other hair as he can manage, reminding himself to breathe since he suddenly seems to be forgetting how. Eventually, his father knocks on the door, his typical shave-and-a-haircut pattern which Roman completes the rhythm of on the inner side before opening the door while contorting his face into the most pleasantly surprised face he can manage.

“Dad! You didn’t tell me you were, uh, stopping by!”

His father laughs, scratching his chin and grinning. “Mijo! Come give dad a hug, huh, what’s gotten into you? Too old for that now or something?”

“Oh- pff- no, of course not,” Roman sputters awkwardly, letting his father wrap his arms around him. He smells like cigar smoke and one of his many overly expensive colognes. He pats his son’s back, but doesn’t linger.

As he pulls back, he begins to mess with Roman’s hair, tutting as he tucks the white even further away. “I was in the area for work and thought I might stop by. That won’t be an issue. Right, Roman?” He peers at him over his sunglasses, smiling even though his eyes glint with a test for resistance.

“Oh, no, no that’s not an issue, papa.” Roman looks at the ground, stepping to the side to let his dad enter before him. He steps into the doorway, brown leather shoes clicking on the hardwood as he takes in the house he pays for.

“Mijo, it’s such a mess in here. You know I wanted to hire you a cleaner, you college kids are all the same. Probably having giant parties every weekend, hm?”

“No, dad, I don’t have parties in here, just like mom asked,” Roman jumps to reassure him, shifting from foot to foot behind him.

“Stop that fidgeting, son,” he says, waving a hand at him as he sits on the sofa. Roman immediately stills himself as much as he can, eyes still trained on the floor. “And who’s our spy over there, huh?” he laughs, drawing attention to Patton in the doorway of the dining room.

They step fully into sight, clearing their throat. “Just me, ha! Hi, Mr. Carmona, uh, how unexpected!”

“Patton, there he is, I thought that was you. Don’t you look worse for wear, it’s not that early, is it?”

Patton lets out a strained laugh, self-consciously tugging at their sleep bonnet with a forced smile as they attempt to ignore the careless ‘he’ that left the older man’s mouth. “Ah, you’re always such a jokester, Mr. Carmona. You’re right though, I have work to go to soon. So. Uh. Yep!” And with a double thumbs up, Patton is gone to their room, leaving a desperate looking Roman in the dust.

His father turns to look at him behind the black lenses, his smile looking a bit more like bared teeth to Roman. “You look fit, though you could be dressed better. Even around the house, you’ve got an image to maintain, right Roman?”

“Yes, dad, of course. I- I usually am dressed better, I was working out, just getting some coffee before dressing up proper-“

“Working out, hm? That’s my boy, thinking about going into sports after all, just like your old man did?”

“Well, ah-“ Roman sighs, choosing to not even discuss his theatre classes. “We’ll see! There’s always the chance later on.”

“Better get to it fast, you only have so many chances with college teams. And we both know you’ve already ruined the chance for a business degree.” Roman stiffens at the words, looking even more pointedly at the floor. There’s a pause of tense staring, before his father breaks out into laughter. “Kidding, son I’m kidding! Of course I’m kidding. You are so uptight, loosen up a little!” He pats the couch. “Come sit, relax, it’s your house after all.” Roman pulls his lips into a stiff smile, sitting down next to him. He swears the air between them is physically thick with tension, pressing his sweaty palms into his thighs to try and resist the desperate need to fidget.

“So,” he clears his throat. “Was there anything you needed to stop by for?”

“Just a visit, is all. I always want to see my favorite boy, you know that,” he grins, finally removing his sunglasses, his eyes nearly the exact same shade of green as Roman’s. Roman hates it. “Especially now that you’re the only heir, I need to make sure you’re being taught well, living well – I want my company going to someone smart and strong.” Unlike Remus, is what Roman hears behind those words, clenching his jaw to stay silent. His dad runs a hand over his hair, which stays perfectly in place. “Anyways, how is school going? And hell, how’s that Virgil kid doing? Haven’t seen him out here yet. Does he sleep in this late? You really shouldn’t surround yourself with people like that, you know-“

“No, dad, he’s at work. Virgil works night shifts on weekends, over into the morning. He’s very hard-working and determined, just like he was in high school. And middle school.”

“What’s he working at right now?”

Roman cringes internally. “Uh. Fast food, but that’s just a college job. Remember, he’s in the engineering courses?”

“Hm! Smart profession!” his father says, scratching at his chin and nodding in approval. Roman reminds himself to actually breathe again.

“Yes, he’s always been smart. Much more than me and Remus, that’s for sure.”

His dad chuckles darkly, folding his hands over themselves. “Oh, come on now. You don’t need to be thinking about him, Roman.”

Roman’s joints stiffen, locking him in place under his father’s gaze. “Right. Silly me. Sorry.” He tries to keep an edge out of his voice, but it bites through anyways.

He can’t see his face, but he feels his father’s weight shift towards him, feels his breathing move closer. “You need to tell me something, mijo?” he poses in an overly casual tone. “Because if you’re still involved with your brother your mother and I would be very disappointed. Is that clear?”

Roman looks up, finally, meeting his father’s eyes evenly, swallowing all his fear in one quiet gulp. “Crystal clear, dad. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In their room, Patton is almost fully ready when they hear the front door open and close again. Peeking down the hall, they listen. They hear a quiet, soft heaving noise, like Roman’s choking on the air he tries to breathe. Stepping out, they walk to him, quick. “Roman, buddy?” they call from the side of him. The noises immediately cease and Roman sniffs, turning to look at them.

“Yes, Pat?” All emotion is gone from his face, and he looks bizarrely gaunt and hollow in the sunlight.

“Take it that was no fun, per usual.”

“Mhh,” is all he offers, listing backwards until he’s laying across the couch, closing his eyes. He throws an arm over his eyes, waving his other hand at them dismissively. “I’ll be alright in a little while, nothing to fret. Go to work, okay? I’m good. I’m good.”

Patton can tell that this is more Roman trying to convince himself of it than the actual truth of his emotions, but they also knows that Roman never cries if someone is watching him, so they let it be. Finishing getting ready quickly, they come back out with their bag and everything ready to go. They walk over to him, still in the exact same position on the sofa. “See you in a bit, okay, Rom? Love you, buddy. You should call Lo, maybe she can keep you company, yeah?” Roman doesn’t speak in response, and Patton lets it be.

--

Logan has always held herself to a high standard of living. She’s the sort of person you’d stereotype as pulling all-nighters, but that isn’t true of her. Her schedule is so tightly planned, down to the minute, that she gets all of her studying done by 8 p.m. and is in bed by 9 every night. She wakes at 7 a.m. the next morning, has a healthy breakfast, usually of oatmeal and the correct portion size of whatever fruit is in season. It’s a cool day today, so she opens her window - as much as it will open, which is a crack half its length – and lets the room air out as she eats. Her eyes close to the light breeze as she eats, attempting to finish quickly despite knowing she has time.

After eating, at exactly 8:30, she gets dressed for work since it’s the weekend. Lo has a job at a fast-food joint nearby, and while the pay is definitely not good, it pays for her apartment and the bit of tuition she has left after her scholarship. Patting down her clothes one last time, she checks it over for wrinkles. Even though it’s nothing but a black polo and a company apron, she will keep it clean and neat no matter what.

Picking up her wallet and keys, Lo is tying up her hair before going out the door, when there’s a knock on it. She pauses dead still for a moment. She isn’t expecting anyone, and the sudden wrench in her routine makes her frown in annoyance. Opening the door stiffly, she snaps out a ‘yes?’ before noticing who it is. “Oh,” she says, shoulders relaxing. “Roman? What are you doing here? I have- work…” She trails off when she takes note of how exhausted he looks, outfit only half as fabulous as usual with a simple half buttoned button up and pants.

“I- I know,” he says, hands wringing for a moment before he forcibly stops himself and puts them at his side. “I wanted to see you, though, even if it’s just for a bit?” He nervously meets her eyes for just a moment, sighing.

Logan blinks rapidly as she tries to consider what to do. Work, her schedule, her routine. She can’t just take a day off, surely, she hasn’t ever taken a day off of her job. But Roman, he needs her. But her job. But Roman.

“Um, Lo? Are you alright? I can go if I need to.”

Logan phases back into reality, her mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “Ah. Well- um. I’m not sure what to do here.” She bites her bottom lip, looking at the floor. “I haven’t ever taken a day off before, especially for something non-illness related. It would be skipping, and I cannot skip.” Roman nods, and she can see him failing to hide the dejected look on his face. She looks at her phone, the alarm notification for work happened five minutes ago now. Six. She breathes in, swallows dryly, and then dials her manager’s number.

-

“Your father sounds miserable to interact with,” Logan ponders, glancing quizzically at Roman. “Why do you entertain him?”

Roman sighs, taking a bite of the cheese fries he got from the food delivery they ordered. “Well, I guess it’s just- I mean, do you not want to impress your parents? No matter what it takes?”

Logan sips from her paper cup of water, glancing to the floor. “My parents are both doctors. They have held me to high standards through my entire schooling. They wanted me to become one as well. They never explained how they felt about- about me going into teaching instead, but it has not felt the same since I told them.”

Roman nods, bringing more food to his mouth even as he responds. “My dad doesn’t like my major either. He went into business, that’s how he’s so rich. My mom’s money helps, but he’s the one really raking it in. You can… imagine his reaction to me going into theatre.”

“Disappointed,” they mutter in unison. They go quiet, both thinking.

“I don’t think we should have to be what they want,” Roman says, leaning his chin on his hand. He hesitates. “But… then, Remus wasn’t what they wanted, and he got kicked out, cut off. I don’t know. I feel like I’m obligated to do what they ask of me, most of the time. My father calls me his heir, he acts like a goddamn king, and I’m his little prince.” Roman angrily swallows his food, glaring at the table.

Logan watches him, eyebrows drawn together. “Do you not want to inherit their wealth? It seems like it would make life so much easier.” She grazes her eyes along the cracked wall behind them, and the cheap furniture that came with the two room apartment that she can barely afford.

“It would, in the way of physical comfort. But- I don’t know, maybe it sounds spoiled.” Roman cuts himself off, but Logan hums, prodding him to continue. “In the emotional sense, I feel completely impoverished.”

Logan smiles slightly. “That does sound spoiled,” she chuckles. “But I understand what you mean, despite the dramatic phrasing.” Roman sticks out his tongue at her, but he’s smiling, and so she assumes he’s not angry. She sets away her water and the wrappings of her food, standing. “Do you want to lie down? I don’t… have a television, but we could watch something on my phone. I can pay for wifi this month.”

Roman ruffles up slightly, trying not to look at her situation with pity. “I have unlimited data, we can watch it on mine,” he offers, taking her hands. Logan looks at him with no expression, then nods. They lay down together, and Roman sets his head under her chin for a moment, letting himself just hold onto her. They have more in common than he ever thought.

--

Lately, Janus has started humming again. She can’t remember the last time she would hum and sing casually, but it was definitely before she even hit middle school. But things have been good lately. Things have been… great even. Aside from the shitty apartment and still existent lack of money, she feels good. And so she’s been humming in the kitchen today. She’s making scones. She also can’t remember the last time she did that. Remus bought the right flour for her, and the blueberries. She bought the rest. They’ve been splitting bills lately – it’s the only way Janus will let him pay.

Remus comes home from the tattoo shop slightly early to the smell of baking and the soft humming of his- girlfriend? Actually, they haven’t discussed what they are now. He watches her from the doorway, smiling like he can’t remember ever doing. They’re happy, that’s what they are. He comes up behind her, and gently, careful not to knock her balance off, wraps an arm around her waist.

“Oh, shit Remus, hi,” she says, startled. She smiles though, turning around from the oven she was keeping watch of. “You’re home early, the scones aren’t even done.”

“Last client cancelled on me today. Remy told me to just go home, heh.” He smiles at her with crooked teeth, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against hers. She stays silent, but she wraps her arms around him in return. He holds her there for a moment, just letting himself be close to her. She smells like sugar and flour.

Janus pulls away with a sigh, leaning her weight back onto the counter. “You are so lucky I’m baking for you, my pain is going to bite me in the ass later thanks to you.”

Remus laughs. “I didn’t even ask you to bake! Why’s it my fault, huh?”

“Because you are at fault for every wrong in the world, clearly.”

“Oh, clearly!” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning.

Janus brushes hair out of her face with baking supplies covered fingers. “Can you go get my phone, Remus? It’s taking forever for these to cook.”

Remus nods, heart skipping at the fact she’s letting him go into her bedroom. He practically skips as he moves to go grab it. It’s on the nightstand, and he picks it up to give to her. It buzzes in his hand and he pauses as a call comes in. He decides to answer it and then bring it to her so that it isn’t missed. “Hello?” he greets.

“Hi, J!” comes a familiar voice. Where does he know that from? “Are we still on for tonight? I wanted to go somewhere that I would like this time, I’m still at my job but I’ll be done soon enough. Answering the phone all day is sooo boring!”

Remus’ eyes widen, and he can’t make himself respond. He does know who that is. It’s his brother’s roommate. Why would they be talking to Janus? Why would they be friends with her at all when Roman’s told them all about her in such a bad light?

“Um, hello? J?” Remus hurriedly hangs up the phone, blinking across at the wall. Hesitantly, he walks out to give her the phone.

“Hey, Jan. Uh, phone!” he says awkwardly as he hands it to her.

“Thank you, Remus, the scones are almost done now. Took you a moment, could you not find it?”

“Uh. Somethin’ like that!”

Janus glances him over. “Something like that?”

“Y-yeah, I guess I was just- I was embarrassed! I’ve never been in there before! You should really clean up your underwear, y’know,” he deflects away from the truth, smiling at her quite convincingly.

She goes slightly red and scoffs at him. “Don’t make it so you never go in there again, Carmona,” she teases him, turning away to hide her blush.

Remus laughs, scratching his calf with his foot, biting at his nails as he rolls the need to do something about this around in his head. “Yeah, Janus. I won’t.”

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[I'm gonna preemptively get this out cause yesterday my internet cut out way too soon.

There's a big storm apparently coming my way soon so I may have no power and internet for a while.

Anyone have any requests/questions for drawings/answers? I'll see how many I can get traditionally drawn/doodled/sketched (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+]

[thecrowslullaby]

Miscancelous sanders sides doodles from orphaned aus

[staledirt87]

What if Human!Au

Janus is the father of Virgil and Remus

Patton is the father of Logan and Roman

Logan and Roman are both adopted, as is Remus but Virgil is the bio son of Janus and unnamed ex. The foster house Roman and Remus were in refused to advertise them as siblings as Remus was a "problem child" and Roman was a "golden boy" so Patton and Janus had no idea they were seperating twins.

A lot more under the cut:

There's always music playing in Janus' house, every day he comes home and puts on a jazz or classical record on the old record player he got from an antique store. On relaxed days Janus will come home, put on a record, and read on his armchair with Virgil listening to the music on his lap and Remus drawing at his feet.

Patton makes sure there's always fresh pastries in the Hart household. There's never a limit to how much they can eat as long as they eat an actual meal along with it. Logan always offers to do the measurements and Roman doesn't let anyone else do the mixing. It's a good day when there's flour everywhere, at least one egg got dropped by Roman, and there's warm cookies on the cooling rack.

Logan talks and talks to Roman who writes and writes about what he's told and they excitedly present their work to Patton who is always chest-bursting proud no matter what. Roman and Logan only ever fight when they play together and Roman's ideas are too fanciful for Logan and Logan's ideas are too boring for Roman. Only Patton can settle those arguments by either distracting them with something else or saying "actually, that can work if you do this!"

Virgil is really reserved around Remus at first, clinging to Janus' leg whenever he was near, but then Remus showed him his drawings of monsters and demons and Virgil pointed out a spider and then they were best friends. One day Janus gets called to the school because Remus punched a kid because they were bullying Virgil for crying over a spider and Janus makes this big act of being disappointed and saying "I'll make sure he learns his lesson" for the principal when really he takes them both out for ice cream afterwards.

Janus takes Virgil out record shopping as he refines his music taste, buying him whatever records he wants. As a birthday present Janus and Remus buy and paint a record player for Virgil's room. Whenever Remus runs out of paint or pencils Janus takes him to all the art stores he can and buys like a year's worth of supplies. The best gift he ever got wasn't even for a special occasion, on a whim Virgil composed a playlist for one of Remus' smaller sketchbooks and Janus payed someone to press a vinyl of it with the cover art being the cover of the sketchbook. They have movie nights on an old projector of classic slasher films.

Patton makes days of things. Roman wants to see a play? They're going to the mall afterwards and maybe even going to the aquarium. Logan wants to see the meteor shower that night? They're watching documentaries about deep space objects and meteorites all day until it's time to star gaze. Unlike in the Lis household where the main love language is quality time the Harts excell in gift giving and acts of service. Logan got the box set for all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's works and a poster of the observable universe on a random Tuesday and Saint Patrick's Day respectively. Roman comes home one day to see all of his scripts edited in eraseable ink and his favorite sweets on the kitchen table. Patton never gets tired of telling them stories at night, taking suggestions from both kids and expertly weaving a tale of magic and science and evolutionary pathways of dragons until both are asleep.

The kids meet in high school and Roman and Remus immediately have a bond. They don't recognize eachother as brothers yet but there's something there that they both feel. They write comics together and commonly argue about the plot and designs, but their relationship never really falters. Virgil attaches himself to Remus' side and because of that meets Logan. Their bond strikes much slower than the twins' but eventually Logan becomes the #1 person Virgil goes to when he's having a panic attack or anxious about something: whether it's talking him through excersices or just being present Virgil always thanks him with a song recommendation or a sneak peak of a song he's writing.

Janus comes home from work (defense attorney) to Remus' embellished tales of the four's escapades and Virgil listening to music, somehow hearing and correcting every time Remus tries to make Virgil look stupid. Occasionally they'll vent about a teacher that took away Remus' figdet toy because it was "distracting" or forced Virgil to present in front of the class. On those days Janus will make them their favorite foods and put on the special jazz record he only ever uses when it's been a tiring day or one of the kids had a nightmare. Janus doesn't hesitate when Virgil is having a bad anxiety day or Remus can't get gory explicit images out of his head to call them out of school with a forged doctor's note.

Patton works at an elementary school so Roman and Logan walk there after school and do homework in his classroom until school lets out. After Patton is able to leave Roman starts telling them an equally embellished story of the day with Logan's occasional correction when it starts getting too outlandish. On bad days where the students were rowdy and Roman got his notebook taken away for writing in class and Logan got picked on for taking slang literally they'll go home and bake whatever they have the ingredients for.

As the friendship goes on they start spending more and more time with eachother outside of school, Remus and Virgil taking the time that Janus is still at work to join Roman and Logan at the elementary school or the Hart kids visiting the Lis house to chill and listen to music. Janus and Patton never officially meet until it's 3 am and they're in the police station because the twins convinced the other two to jump a fence and Remus' sleeve got caught in the barbed wire and their combined yelling alerted someone walking their dog.

They get to talking more after that and notice some similarities in the twins when they were younger. While Remus used to talk about his "brother at the foster home" Roman would mumble in his sleep about "how unfair it is the knight has to save the dragon." Janus does some digging and finds out the truth. They discuss how best to tell them before eventually deciding on a conversation over a laid-back dinner.

It doesn't stay a laid-back dinner, as soon as they sit down Virgil immediately realizes something is up, which means Logan and Remus realize, which means Roman also knows. Logan asks what's wrong and Virgil just points to Janus: "the snake is gonna tell us something." Janus looks impressed and him and Patton tell them what they found out. Roman and Remus freak out and are split between being pissed they didn't realize before or ecstatic at finally reuniting.