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aftgficrec · 6 months

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ah I'm so excited you're open!!! thank you for the ridiculous amount of work you all do 🙏ok, this might be too specific but any fics with an alternate take on Andrew and Neil's post-trk reunion? Andrew gets out of easthaven early, Neil leaves the Nest later, AU's, etc.? i think it's a really interesting point in their dynamic, and I'm a sucker for sober Andrew realizing someone was watching his back for once

Feeling a bit like a Bernie Sanders’ meme – ‘I am once again asking myself why I spent so much time on an ask,’ 😅 but it's because this is such an iconic and beloved scene for our fandom. For a super fun ‘live’ first-time reader reaction to this high drama, check out ‘The King’s Men, Chapter 1 – Hello Foxhole, My Old Friend’ by @nickireadstfc here. -A

also see

Andrew's POV of throwing keys off roof here

‘Come and Save Me From It’ here (completed)

‘Learning To Feel (When You've Forgotten How)’ and the fandom meta posts here

‘pipedream’ here

‘reaching for the heights’ here

‘Lost boy’ and ‘[Un]broken’ here

‘I Know You From A Nightmare,’ ‘The Marks We Make,’ and ‘Draw Me Out, Mark Me In’ here

‘Marked’ and ‘Soulmates who can feel each other’s pain’ here

‘Of Stars and Stories’ here

‘What’s normal now?’ here

long previous recs with reunion mention

‘No More Fucks To Give’ here (updated)

‘The Sphynx and the Hare’ here (completed)

‘corvus, vulpes, lupus’ here

‘never fallen (from quite this high)’ here

‘Not a Pipe Dream’ here

‘everything and nothing begins with you’ here

Andrew gets sober, Neil stays at Evermore

‘Oh Raven,’ ‘Jailbird,’ and ‘Take to the Wing’ here

‘Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die)’ here

‘Comeback’ here

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I hate you comic by @thematicallycoherent

I’m not a hallucination art by @clumsyartish

Stick around long enough to figure it out for yourself. edit by @m1nyards

You are a pipe dream art by @viennemort

“you spend all this time watching our backs” edit by @matthcwboyd

not a hallucination a pipe dream art by @kryptidfox

“you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” art by @planetmontressor

"Go inside and leave me alone." art by @dimsunstuff

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theoperaghostsstudent · 6 years

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Fallen Star Sanders Sides AU

Okay, so I’m nearly done writing the second chapter for this Logicality/Prinxiety fallen star au I’ve been planning (I was originally going to post it to a side blog I made for it, but Idk, so we’ll see), so I’m just gonna copy and paste the background info here since I might be posting the first chapter soon after I get someone to look over it and let me know how it is, lol

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The fic is based on the idea that Logan one day gets frustrated and ends up making a wish upon a star after drinking a little too much for something or anything to change his life, thus resulting in Patton falling from the sky and introducing himself as a fallen star that was sent to grant his wish.

Here is some info on everybody!

Logan Sanders: - Is a librarian - Lives alone - Has been best friends with Roman since high school (10th grade as a matter of fact) - Makes a wish for something in his life to change or for something to change his life for the better. - Studied Astronomy in college but didn’t continue on to become an astronomer even though he was always so passionate about it because of a reason that will be revealed later on in the story. (Angst?) - Is a clean freak and has everything in his house neat and organized except for his study which is an organized mess. - Is a man of science which is why Patton existing is so confusing to him. - Is tall with slicked-back dark, brown hair and green eyes. - Was raised by a single mom. - Has no siblings

Roman Prince Figueroa: - Is a writer - Has written anything and everything from plays to novels - Is going through an extremely bad creative block - Also lives alone - His first reaction to his friend calling him and telling him “You may not believe this, as a matter of fact, I’m quite at a loss for words myself on the matter being that I am a man of science is this is highly illogical, but at the same time there’s proof-Sorry, I’ve strayed from the topic. I made a wish on a star while I was drunk and a man fell from the sky and claims to be a star here to grant my wish. What do I do?” is to kick himself for not thinking of that story plot first. - Is tall-ish, fit, has wavy brown hair that he spends hours styling, and hazel eyes - Makes a wish that he can find his muse or his inspiration to get his creativity going again - Plays the guitar like a pro - Speaks Spanish since his family is Puerto Rican (he was born in Florida, but his mom is from P.R. and his dad is Italian) - Has no siblings (may be subject to change, but still debating)

Patton: - Is a fallen star - Was sent to earth to fulfill Logan’s wish - Is a star from The Pleiades (a star cluster also known as the seven sisters) - Is the seventh and least brightest star (practically unnoticeable by the naked eye - Was Merope in a past life before becoming a star (the only one out of the seven sisters to marry a human and was shamed for it) - Has curly dirty blonde hair, is average height (maybe on the shorter end), and has bright, blue eyes. - Has stars for freckles that even form out mini replicas of constellations like Orion and Ursa Minor/Major or just the Big/Little Dipper instead of the full Ursa - Blushes in shades of blues and yellows - Glows when feeling very strong emotions - Has been fascinated by humans since he first came into existence, so he knows a bit about them based off of his observations - Some of his observations lead him to have some misinformation though, like how he confuses adulthood with adultery - Basically most of what he knows is very hit or miss and Logan has his work cut out for him since Patton’s always got a million questions to ask

Virgil: - Is a fallen star - Was sent to earth to fulfill Roman’s wish - Is star that just so happened to be by the passing asteroid ‘Melpomene’ that Roman mistook for a shooting star, thus calling his star to be wished upon - Was Melpomene in a past life before becoming a star (One of the muses, specifically the Muse of Tragedy, but like in an acting sense) - Is a couple inches shorter than Roman - Has straight, dark brown hair with hints of purple that tends to fall into his grey eyes - Blushes in shades of purples and blacks (?) - Glows when feeling very strong emotions - Has stars for freckles just like Patton, but with different constellations, like Virgo and Libra - Has permanent dark circles under his eyes because (let’s just make up a random reason, uhhh-) the debris (or space dust or stardust, idek, lmao) the asteroid Melpomene brought along stuck to him while he was forming his human body (?) (or to make things simpler, he’s just not used to sleeping even though his human form needs it, but we’ll see what I go with)

- Is taken aback by Roman’s outgoingness and is very cautious around the human - Doesn’t know a lot about humans but knows the basic stuff

And that’s all I’ve got so far, but this list might update as I write the story and explore other characters!

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daised-daisy · 3 years

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#anaroloceit #logince #roceit #prinxiety #roman sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #fallen star au #daisy art

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sher-soc-the-famder · 6 years

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The Singing Stars for the fake title thing if you're still doing it

Thomas loves his life, at least, as much as he can in these hard times. He’s got two best friends and a roof over his head. Which is more than most people can say. So what if things aren’t perfect? Or that war could erupt at any moment? Thomas could find peace in what he had.Like singing on his rooftop, watching the stars in the sky.He never expected them to answer back.

Well, now he’s found himself stuck with four beings on the run from problems of their own, but an endless brightness to them that Thomas hasn’t seen in a long time. He couldn’t just tell them no when they asked for help. Besides, Joan always said that he needed to get out more anyways.

Fake title for a fake summary? :D

#Sanders sides #fake titles #Thomas Sanders #LAMP #Fallen Star AU

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krowfics · 2 years

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Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic Janus & Virgil & Logan

Plot: Janus and Virgil run away to the fairy in the woods

Words: 3916

Notes: abusive parent, alcohol, past character death (an oc), ableism, food, fae au, virgil and janus are autistic kids, nonverbal virgil, fae logan

Sequel to but I didn’t know how so we took it in turns and Snakes in Stars and Grass

AO3

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Janus didn't stop thinking about what Lunar had said at any point, the knowledge that he would be willing to help was always at the back of his mind. It was this ever constant thought that inspired him to make a new coping mechanism, of sorts

If he was scared, for himself or for Virgil, or mad, for himself or for Virgil, or hungry or Virgil was hungry, Janus would pack.

He couldn't exactly use his backpack, he needed that for school, and he wasn't interested in developing back pain any sooner from adding clothes to his pile of books. So he hid a pile of clothes and necessities in his closet, knowing he'd have to dump out his school supplies and try to shove all that in his bag if the time came.

He wasn't actually planning on leaving. He couldn't. Well, he could but he'd be abandoning all of human society. Not a society he liked very much anyway, but to leave it entirely was more than a little anxiety inducing. Besides, he'd be taking Virgil with him and that complicated things.

He's so young, only in third grade, would it be right to take him away from school and his peers?

Virgil had no friends at school, he says he doesn't see the point. It's sad, Janus thinks, but he also knows he'd be the world biggest hypocrite if he says so. And Janus was certain Lunar would continue their education in some way or another, likely without the unneeded trash their public schools were teaching them. Also likely without modern science, but Lunar had literal magic, so Janus thought that might balance it out.

There's also the safety issue, for both Janus and Virgil, the safer option was obvious. The safer option also lived in the woods and probably hadn't had much human contact before Janus stumbled into his fairy ring. How much human contact would they have if they went to him? How much fae contact?

Worst of all, it was different, everything would be different, and change was hard even if the change was undoubtedly better, the idea of everything changing was enough to make him nauseous. Sometimes Janus really hated the autism. Not as much since he met Lunar though.

Still, he wasn't going to leave. The option was there but that doesn't mean he has to go for it.

He'd continued to visit the fairy ring and Lunar didn't bring it up again. The relaxing atmosphere stayed consistent as he did his homework and such. Today was homework day, sometimes he's convinced that all his teachers were conspiring together to give the biggest pile of the most complicated homework all on the same day.

Lunar helped where he could, which wasn't much considering he hadn't had human schooling himself. He was surprisingly good at math, though he said he had to relearn the formulas and symbols since it's been so long since he last paid attention to humans, let alone human mathematics.

Janus had completed everything, somehow without having a meltdown, which he counted as a miracle. He headed home while the sun was in the sky, coming in through the front door instead of sneaking in.

Climbing through his window when it got too dark out was concerning with how well it worked, if he didn't say anything the next day and his father would just assume Janus came through the front door and he had just forgotten.

He expected to see his father on the couch by this time, eating a microwave meal or fast food takeout. But the couch was barren other than an empty beer bottle that had fallen to its side.

The TV was still on because of course it was.

The sound of shattering glass brought Janus' attention to the kitchen.

He rushed into the room, seeing the shattered bottle next to blatantly terrified Virgil. Their dad was swearing at him, but the words didn't really register in Janus' head.

When there was a break in the rant, he cut in, "Virgil is sorry." Janus said. What for? Janus had no idea.

The man looked at him, did he just notice that his other kid was in the room? Probably. His gaze was fogging and he was standing just off kilter, it was a bit early for him to be this drunk.

"I wanna hear him say it."

Tough luck, Janus barely held back, "Virgil, are you sorry?"

Virgil nodded frantically.

"Good, go to your room."

Their father snarled, "I'm not done-"

"Virgil."

Virgil took the insisted queue and ran out the room. Janus let himself breath before he looked up to his father.

The man had never hurt Virgil before, not physically at least. He grabbed him harshly sometimes and yelled in his face but he'd never tried to hurt him. Janus was another story, mostly because he talked back and redirected any ire on Virgil onto himself. Still it wasn't too bad, really, the injuries were few and far between, their dad would ignore them most of the time and they'd do their damnedest not to interrupt or remind him that, oh yeah, he has children.

Janus took the yelling and the lecturing and oh God he was crying now. Something something dead wife something something. He didn't bring her up much, Janus was pretty sure she's why he's like this now. Or rather he was inevitably going to become like this and she wasn't the only thing holding him back.

He was harsh before, Janus remembered, and he did drink. Enough that Janus could recall it be frequent but probably not nearly enough to be considered an addiction. Janus guessed he loved his wife and children were just an expected byproduct of that. He liked his kids because his wife liked his kids, and now there was no wife to like anything.

Janus stood there, nodding along like he was listening until he heard a rasp, "...Go to your room."

He nodded again and left. He guessed dinner was out of the picture, he'd have to avoid the kitchen and the whole downstairs area the rest of the night. He doubted Virgil ate anything either.

That was the worst it had ever been with Virgil. Janus didn't know if he could spend anytime away from home now knowing that a replay of these events could occur. What would've happened if Janus hadn't showed up?

With a pit in his stomach, he dumped out his backpack, lamenting for a moment that all that time working on homework was now for naught, and started to pile his packed clothes into it. He had a shoe box too, of important things and a pile of money, which was probably the most important there. He doubted he'd need money in the forest but it'd be good to have if ever needs to buy something in human society. It wasn’t super practical to carry, but luckily Janus had one of those reusable grocery store bags which made things easier. It also meant he had enough space for a few books. He only owned a few that he actually cared about anyway.

He put on a jacket, slung the backpack over his back and picked up the bag. He looked back at the room and resolved to never see it again. He would never have to be in this place again.

He opened the door as quietly as possible and rushed to Virgil's room, avoiding any part of the floor he knew squeaked.

He spotted Virgil sitting in the bed, clutching a stuffed dog. Janus shut the door swiftly behind him, making sure not to let it thud. "Do you want a hug?" he crouched down and Virgil came running.

His tiny eight year old arms clutched the fabric of Janus' jacket so hard he was shaking from it.

"Hey." Janus breathed, "It's okay, I'm okay. He didn't hurt me, did he hurt you?"

Virgil shook his head.

"Good, did you get hurt at all from the glass?"

He shook his head again and Janus felt himself relax.

"Good, neither of us were hurt, he was just really scary."

Virgil nodded, pulling away to wipe at his face which now had fresh tear tracks, he kept the other arm wrapped around Janus. He'd always been better with touch than Janus was, he was desperate for it.

"But he could have hurt us, and I don't want either of us to get hurt, so we have to leave."

Virgil looked up at him with wide owlish eyes full of confusion and doubt, maybe hope.

"I found a place we can go, and I promise we'll be safe there. We won't see dad anymore and we probably won't have to go to school anymore. How's that sound?"

Virgil wiped his eyes again, sniffing quietly before nodding.

"Yeah? We're gonna go tonight so we have to pack. Go grab anything you want to take with you, like Stormy. I'll help you get the clothes you'll need."

Virgil let go and rushed to grab the plush dog, it was his favorite thing, dubbed Stormy because of its blue fur.

Janus headed to the closet and started grabbing shirts and pants and anything else necessary. He then proceeded to dump out Virgil's schoolwork from his backpack.

"Virge, do you want to take any of this? You don't need anything you just use for school."

Virgil nodded and went through the pile to get a notebook, pencil case and a small squishy toy a teacher probably gave him.

It was all packed away quick enough, luckily Virgil didn't have much in lue of personal items. Well, unluckily, but good for this specific circumstance. "Is that everything?"

Virgil nodded.

"Okay, can you carry this?" He gestured to the backpack, "I can if it's too heavy."

Virgil put the backpack on and bounced a little on his feet, giving a thumbs up.

"Good," Janus smiled, "You can take that off for now, we'll leave once dad's asleep, okay?"

Virgil nodded, bouncing again and smiling widely. Good, this was going to be good. Everything was going to work out. He didn't care if he was lying to himself, he had to believe that it'd be fine. They just had to wait now.

The bastard fell asleep on the couch.

That complicated things. The TV was still on, which might muffle everything. He considered the window, but decided against it. He could climb out the tree of his window, a bit precariously but with practiced ease. He didn't really want to risk Virgil falling out of it. Besides, Virgil had left his shoes downstairs and neither of them had eaten. Maybe there was some fruit on the counter.

Their dad, as deadbeat as he was, did have a job actually, and went to the grocery store almost every week. He didn't cook, just eating takeout and microwave ready meals for himself, but he did buy enough to spare for them. Though, of course, it was a risk being seen taking ‘his’ food on the odd occasion that he decided to care, they managed.

"Okay," He breathed, "Okay," He repeated.

Virgil rested his hand on Janus' arm, it reminded Janus to breathe. He did so, one slow deliberate breath.

"Are you ready?"

Virgil nodded and then pointed at him.

"I'm ready too."

Virgil smiled.

Janus stood and carefully opened Virgil's door. The two headed down the stairs, keeping their feet close to the wall to avoid sounding off the floor boards, Virgil followed right behind Janus, watching their sleeping father with fear when they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Janus stopped down and grabbed Virgil's shoes before the pair turned their attention to the kitchen.

There was in fact fruit, two apples, and broken glass still on the floor. He handed the shoes to Virgil, who awkwardly shoved his feet in.

Janus stifled a sigh, his hatred of the mealy fruit could wait for another day. He grabbed the two apples and shoved them in his pocket, keeping his hand on them to guarantee they didn't fall out and make a sound, the bag now dangling off his arm. With his other hand he carefully unlatched the lock on the sliding back door.

He gestured for Virgil to step outside first and then quickly followed, shutting the door behind them. Hopefully it'll take a while before their father notices it was unlocked.

"Alright." Janus said brightly, as brightly as he could at least considering everything, "Let's go." He offered his hand, Virgil took it, clutching Stormy in his other.

The good news was that their house was not terribly far from the forest. Janus wanted to get away from neighbors potentially seeing them as soon as possible.

They came upon the trail that Janus normally exited from. Any other day, he'd go through the chunk of flora that was connected to the middle school's property and exit out this way closer to the house. He'd never actually gone on this trail in the direction before.

There's a first for everything, perhaps this will be the first and last.

He waited a few paces until the trees sheltered them more and hid them from the outside. It was a well worn trail, despite the fae and the fear of them many people didn't mind going in the first for hikes and walks, though they did tend to adorn themselves with several dozen fae repellent charms. Horseshoes and crosses of iron and whatnot.

They'd be on this trail for long enough, so Janus let go of Virgil's hand and gave him one of the apples.

"We have to go off the trail in a little bit so I want you to hold my hand then." Janus explained and Virgil nodded, biting into the apple.

The apple was finished and tossed against the ground. Janus decided that there was no way he could convince himself to eat the other so he gave that one to his brother as well. They were on the smaller side and Virgil probably was very hungry so Janus wasn't surprised by how fast they were eaten.

Virgil wiped his hand off on his jacket when he was done and then reached up to take Janus' again, smiling hesitantly up at Janus.

As they left the trail, Janus kept glancing to the ground, if a faerie actually wanted to catch a human, this is where they would lay their trap. Virgil kept close to his side, hugging Stormy to his chest.

It took longer than normal with Janus keeping up Virgil's pace but he didn't mind. Virgil however did look like he was about to sleep standing up. Luckily the familiar mushrooms came into view.

Virgil apparently saw them too and stopped suddenly, pulling Janus back by the grip on his hand.

Janus squeezed his hand in an attempt to comfort him, "This one is safe, I promise. I come here almost everyday." It wasn't exactly true, it was more like four out of every five school days and a visit on the weekend once a blue moon, which is not enough to be almost in Janus' head but it was close.

Virgil judged him for a few seconds before nodding and hesitatingly taking a step forward.

In a few paces they were safe. Well, Janus didn't actually know how safe Lunar's mushroom circle was when he wasn't present or aware that they were even there. But he was tired and suddenly filled with relief and absolutely no one would blame him for sitting suddenly on the floor, setting the bag down and threading his now free hand through familiar grass. Virgil sat down next to him, setting Stormy on his lap, and leaning onto Janus’ side.

They sat nearly completely still. Janus thought about going to the berry bush nearby and trying to find any he hadn't picked yet. He had a sneaking suspicion that some sort of charm was placed on the bush considering he'd yet to run out of the fruit. But he was tired.

He woke up at that ungodly hour school required, did more homework than any human should, got yelled at for close to an hour, and ran away from the hell that was home. If he passed out the second his head touched anything resembling a pillow, he would not be surprised.

After a while of sitting and sort of drifting - Janus couldn't really keep himself grounded in reality with the combination of being burnt out, exhausted, and having nothing going on - Virgil tugged on his hand.

Once he got Janus' attention he pointed to a crow, just outside the circle but stepping toward them. It looked a bit silly as it walked, being an animal that was mostly supposed to travel by wing.

It stepped just past the mushrooms and startled, Janus couldn't help but snort at it. It hadn't seen them as Lunar's ring was surrounded by illusion, you couldn't actually see anything in it once you're outside of it.

The crow recovered, visibly shaking itself to focus on its task. That task apparently being passing through the mushroom ring to get at the possibly enchanted bush. Janus and Virgil watched it pull off berries and eat them.

Virgil squirmed a little bit and squeezed Stormy but his eyes never left the bird. He had always liked animals, it was nice to see him stimmy about something he liked.

The crow apparently decided it had enough and walked back into the fairy ring, not caring to even glance at the boys as it went back the way it came. It spread its wings once it was past the mushrooms and flew off.

A moment later and Virgil let go of Stormy to flap his one hand.

"That was cool, huh?" Janus prompted, causing Virgil to grin and nod.

It wasn't the first time Janus had seen an animal enter Lunar's ring, though they were few and far between. He'd seen crows enter three times now, Lunar also always had crow feathers on him, Janus suspected the fae man was probably in good graces with the local murder. It made sense, fae were supposed to have a thing with nature and animals.

He blinked and Lunar was in front of them.

Virgil startled harshly and scrambled back, pulling Stormy to his chest, but Janus tightened his grip on his brother’s hand, keeping him from going too far.

Lunar looked at them, nearly just as startled himself.

He cleared his throat, "Adder, what are you doing here so late?" he seemed to know already but he still wanted clarification.

"Your offer from before. We'd appreciate a place to stay."

Lunar softened, crouching down to be at their level, "Is this your brother?"

"Yes."

"What is-" he cut himself off, "What may I call you?" he asked Virgil. It was polite to ask for a name, he was risking hospitality to protect Virgil. It softened something in Janus’ chest, confirming that this was, in fact, a good idea.

Virgil said nothing so Janus responded, "He can't speak much."

"I see," Lunar said softly, "May I call you Little One for now?"

Virgil paused, fear still clear in his whole body though he seemed a bit confused now, he nodded.

"Good, Little One. Follow me." he stood and the children followed.

They stepped out of the wall of mushrooms and watched as Lunar turned around and went right back in, disappearing from their view. Janus was sure his confusion was plastered on his face but he stepped back in nonetheless.

It was a cottage.

The clearing was gone and instead there was a well worn path leading to a cottage absolutely covered in crows. It was a bit hard to see in the dark of night but it seemed that half his roof was more crow than roof by their silhouettes alone. A few more were propped up on the fence that surrounded the yard.

The trio headed towards the door and Janus looked around to see if he could find any indication that they were somewhere near Lunar's ring but he recognized none of it.

The inside was cozy, if over decorated. Each shelf in sight filled with books and knick knacks. Multiple surfaces had more books strewn about along with what seemed to be several half finished projects. It wasn't truly messy, more of a lived in sort of messy. The shelves of books and knick knacks were clearly decorated with purpose.

Lunar paused, and then turned on his heels, "It is rather late, I'm unsure if I should offer you food first or a place to sleep first. What would you prefer?" He glanced down at Virgil, making it clear he was considering both of them.

Janus knew what he would answer if he were alone, his stomach be damned, he needed sleep. Regardless, he tilted his head towards Virgil, "One tap for food, two taps for sleep."

Virgil rocked a little, thinking, and then reached over to tap Janus' hand twice, a bit awkwardly with Stormy in the way.

Lunar smiled, "Sleep it is." he said, turning and gesturing for them to follow.

With what looked to be the kitchen to the right and the living room on the left, the door was practically straight from the entrance. Lunar pushed it open and let the boys inside, as predicted, but no less appreciated, there was a bed in the corner.

"I will take the couch for now, I'll figure a way for you to have your own rooms in the morning. Do you have something to sleep in?"

Janus nodded.

"Ah, good," he looked like he was going to say more as he moved towards the door.

"Lunar…" The fae paused and looked to Janus, the boy wasn't exactly sure how to word everything without offending, or more likely just confusing the other, "If there was ever a time to thank you it'd be now." he settled on.

He blinked, "Neither of you owe me anything, I assure you. I want to help you."

So not that then, perhaps there were no words that could describe his gratefulness.

"I appreciate it." he said, because it was all he could say.

"I'm glad." And he genuinely was. He wants them to be safe, maybe even happy, he wouldn't have ever offered for them to stay in the first place if he hadn't, "Goodnight Adder," he turned his soft gaze to Virgil, "Goodnight, Little One."

"Goodnight." Janus replied softly.

Lunar shut the door behind him, leaving the humans to deal with their new reality. Janus' instinct was to crush this much hope down before he winded up disappointed. He wasn’t sure whether to give into instinct or not.

He took a shaking breath and squeezed Virgil's hand for a moment before letting go. "Let's get changed, okay?"

Virgil nodded, setting Stormy on the bed so he could swing his back pack from over his shoulders.

Soon they were tucking themselves under the covers, Virgil opened his arms before laying down properly. Janus would have to have been a monster to not hug him.

"Goodnight, Virgil." he pressed a kiss to his hair. Virgil pulled back, smiling, and then promptly grabbed Stormy and laid down.

Janus snorted, not able to resist ruffling the other's hair.

He laid down himself, realizing distantly that he was not too wrong about falling asleep as soon as his head hit a pillow.

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uhh fun fact virgil's special interest is any and all animals cause that was my special interest as a child. of course spiders are his favorite though

i finally edited this cause i got writers block so thats fun

#thekrowiswriting #sanders sides #janus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #fae au #child abuse #food cw #alcohol cw #alcoholic cw #autistic janus sanders #autistic virgil sanders #fae logan sanders

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lexcat-11 · 4 years

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@rondoel ‘s King AU is probably my favorite thing that has ever come from the Sanders Sides fandom and you should 100% check it out. I decided to join the party of writing something that sort of goes along with it. Hopefully this isn’t too far from the intended canon, but here’s something from Logan’s POV relatively early in the story c:

Context: Logan’s in his room working to solve this “problem”. Having his voice taken away has made his thoughts louder than normal.

(About 1,100 words)

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Logan’s wrists had begun to ache from the sentences spilling at his fingertips. Keys were forcefully struck down time and time again with frustration, passion, anger, all of the words he couldn’t speak. Numerous pencil tips snapped as he slammed them down onto the paper. His hands were smudged in graphite, causing his skin to be perceived with somewhat of a metallic appearance.

Logan forced a sigh from his lungs, blissfully grateful that his air could at least make a sound. He blinked a few times to fight the tears that were determined to blur his vision. Stress weighed his shoulders and trembled in his hands. His brows were seemingly stuck in a furrowed position. Of course, he hadn’t shown it around the others, that would have been an ignorant mistake, but his head had been figuratively overloading with thoughts.

The silence was deafening and no matter how persistently he attempted to drown it out with music or the noises of keystrokes and pens, he longed to hear his own voice. To perhaps even sing once more alongside Thomas and… Roman. He’d failed to recognize how pleasant singing truly was.

He longed to stand in front of the others, a contained smile just barely showing at his lips, adjust his glasses ever so slightly, and speak. Speak a thesis, speak an argument, speak the logical answer, and draw the conclusion to the dilemma they’d been arguing over for a near day. He yearned so desperately to quote a philosopher, to regain control, and to convince Thomas (and maybe even himself) that things were in fact okay.

It felt as though these bottled words were going to explode from his chest. They refused to be suppressed any longer. But each time they’d become too much, each time he swore the sheer frustration that built up would be enough to break this impractical, this highly ineffective, this stupid curse of his, nothing but a wispy breath escaped his throat. He was left drained and powerlessly silent. And he despised being so helpless.

But now was not the time to dwell on self-pity. He had the others to help-- they relied on him. These changes would be temporary, he was absolutely certain of that, and he was determined to reverse them. Fixing problems is what Logan did, not worrying.

His cognitive abilities remained and they would be put to use, no matter how much he overworked himself. Janus had stressed the importance of self-care in this time but Logan insisted (in the form of a notecard) that he was in fact “good, fam.” Though he couldn’t say with any more than a calculated stare and a nod, he had a reason for his actions.

Thomas wouldn’t have dubbed him the voice of reason if he didn’t.

That didn’t make his eyelids weigh any less, however. Logan heaved another defeated sigh. He tore off his glasses and permitted his head to sink onto his forearms. Perhaps it would be wise to take Janus’ advice, at least for a few minutes or so. Unfortunately, he was in no position to engage in leisure time so at most a quick break to hydrate or stretch would be optimal to maintain productivity.

Logan rose to his feet and twirled his wrists. He turned his head from side to side, closing his weary eyes for a long moment, before stretching his legs and back. He couldn’t help but continue to think of his unfinished work. What was it Thomas often did to clear his mind? There were distractions but ah, right. He would daydream.

Logan’s lips pressed into a straight line. Daydreaming did not appeal to him, for several reasons that most certainly did not involve any emotional responses to the absences of Roman and Remus. But perhaps reflecting…

The development years were subjective, ranging from birth to three, to Thomas’ entire life. However, if he recalled correctly, yes that was right. Twelve years old. Logan, or rather Logic at the time, was approximately twelve years old when he had dethroned the King.

Logic stared down at the King’s fallen form with a lifeless stare. Light reflected against his glasses and his tie hung perfectly straight from his neck. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides

So much power resonated in twenty-eight well-formed sentences. Logic couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. King’s fantasies were utterly preposterous, clashing with reality at every turn. What kind of irrational nonsense was this talk of magic, of unrealistic dreams? Logic had knocked him down swiftly with the support of Deceit, a side once close with King, and now the monarch lay on his stomach, forcing a laugh with disbelief shining in his pained eyes.

A pitiful sight, Logic had determined, and foolishly so. There were so many variables he’d overlooked: the formation of hatred, the distrust burning in that sharp glare, the betrayal stemming from the metaphorical sword lodged in his back.

Logic hadn’t been kind in his mutiny. Logan almost felt, no certainly not. He could not feel sympathy for someone so corrupt. Creativity could simply not be let loose like a dog without a leash. The King was impractical. He had not a clue of how things worked, or of what was truly of importance. He was stuck in an illusion of the past bringing nothing but irrelevance and setbacks to the table. He brought destruction, stripped them all of their lives’ constants, and blinded Thomas to what was real! It was Creativity that caused this pain!

And yet...

Logan’s eyes drifted to a jar of Crofters in the far corner of his room, and then to the narrative Roman had written him for Christmas. He gazed at the large fish tank housing a small octopus, the colorful ties he’d been gifted, and to his Sherlock costume tucked away. He studied the paintings of stars and the realistic drawings of animal anatomy the twins had shared with him. He stopped on the “family” portraits he’d secretly hung on the walls.

No matter how cold he appeared on the outside, Logan had a heart. One that pumped blood and adrenaline through his veins and another that held more love than anyone could ever imagine. Logan loved more than the King could ever imagine. He was capable of forgiveness and of seeing things from multiple angles but when that fragile heart was broken Logan was certain of one thing. There would be no justification for hurting his family.

The King could silence his voice, rip every word from his chest but he could never stifle Logan’s desire for greater knowledge. He’d brought down the tyrant once before and he would do it again.

After all, a great deal of stealth came with silence.

#logan sanders #ts logan #rondoel #king au #writing #logan angst #ive never posted writing to tumblr I hope this works lol #sanders sides #king creativity #deceit sanders #janus sanders #i really want spy logan ok

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misunderstood-shadowling · 2 years

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Yellow

Fandoms: Wolf 359-inspired Sanders Sides AU

Word count: 443

Warnings: Literally just like one bad word at the end I think, but if you think of any, I'll gladly add them!

Summary: The crew of USS Asclepius, the station orbiting an F-type main-sequence star known as Procyon A, isn't bonding well. At least as far as Virgil has any say in that matter.

Notes: I might write a normal fanfic from this AU one day... But for now, have this short something. AO3 link

One would think that the yellow-white hue would give you some comfort by reminding you of home, but the colour was slowly getting on Virgil’s nerves nonetheless. They were orbiting Procyon A for less than a month and he was already so done with his crewmates, you can’t even imagine.

To make matters worse, the “F-type main-sequence star”, as it was called by the station’s medical and science officer, Logan Crofter, countless times by now, was the only thing keeping him company right now. Well, it and the stupid mother program of USS Asclepius.

“Officer Arcus, captain Heart requests your reports.” The AI’s mechanical voice startled Virgil to the point he would’ve surely fallen from his chair, if there were any chairs and gravity to begin with.

“It’s the same as ever, because there’s noone out there, Emile. How about you tell him just that?”

In Virgil’s very humble opinion, the P1C4N1-C4R700N mother program operating this station was overly cheery for something taking care of such essential things, like oxygen levels, for example. He was certain he caught it and Officer Knight chatting about Disney movies instead of fixing the broken light in the corridor. Infuriating… and very anxiety-inducing. He was from that point onward certain that he’s going to die on this hell of a spacecraft.

But if someone was more insufferable than the AI, it was captain Patton Heart himself. He was always so disgustingly sweet, Virgil had to make sure to consult the doctor about the probability of getting diabetes just from breathing the same air. And speaking of the devil…

“Now, that wasn’t very nice, kiddo. No need to be so rude to Emile. Or me, for that matter. I actually wanted you to meet me and the others over dinner to discuss our progress. Could you please do that for me?”

Virgil sighed. He tried to avoid the others as much as possible for a reason. The captain was unbearably nice at times, yes, but he was willing to put up with that for short periods of time, such as sharing a meal together, and the doctor, however stuck up he may sound, was actually kinda okay, but this Roman Knight guy just got on his nerves constantly. He was so mean to him during the first few days for no reason, he was low-key the reason Virgil started hating this idiotic crew and this godforsaken station. But he knew that he had to oblige.

There was a loud groan before Virgil started moving towards the door, glancing once more at the bastard of a star out there. God, he really hated the colour yellow.

“Roger that, captain.”

#sanders sides au #sanders sides #space au #wolf 359 #writing #this shit isnt proofread and english isnt my first language so im very sorry to all of you #wolf 359 inspired sanders sides au #felix writing

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peaceoutofthepieces · 4 years

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chapter 22.5

The Stars Look Very Different

Social Media AU

chapter 22

tag list: @yellowballoon @cleocc @skaming-myself @boldlydeepestcupcake @pduwd @notallthereyall @gingerhead007 @groeneweiden @nyttvera @painfully-oblivious @zoenneforever @curiouskopf @engelkeijsers @xiaomailab @honeyandsinn @lauren-bk @saraben00 @tailsbeth @boysrunaway @howlingsaturn @menamesniall

again this isn’t proofread so, sorry for any mistakes!

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Sander was apprehensive as he answered Robbe’s call, and when, after some incoherent mumbles and background music, it wasn’t Robbe’s voice on the other line, he realised he was right to worry.

“Sander?” Lucas asked.

“Luc?”

“I don’t have time to question this. Robbe’s asking for you. He’s drunk and we need to take him home and he won’t budge. Listen, can you just come here? You know I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it was necessary.”

Sander was already pulling on a hoodie to go with his sweats. “Yeah, I’m coming, but is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s just,” Lucas paused, and Sander could hear his muffled voice along with what sounded like Jens, and then Robbe—saying his name. Calling it towards the phone. There was more fumbling, and then Lucas was back. “Fuck, he’s just an annoying drunk. Why’d I never know he was this clingy?”

“Send me the address, I’ll be there soon.”

He only took a few seconds to wait for Lucas’s affirmative response before hanging up. He was sure if he let the conversation go beyond the apparent urgent need to get him there, Lucas would have moved on to a much more unwanted subject.

Plus, he was in a hurry.

It took time to slip out of his room and shut the door quietly behind him, and then longer to creep over the creaks in the hallway. The keys jingled too loud when he picked them up and he froze, waiting a moment in the silence, before continuing on and collecting his shoes and jacket from the hallway. He stepped outside before putting any of them on, and he had to quickly stuff his arms into the sleeves and pull the jacket tight around his chest against the bite of the night air. He stuffed his feet into his shoes—sneakers instead of his Docs—and checked his phone to find Lucas had sent him their location, this time on his own mobile.

Nerves quickened his step as the realisation set in that Robbe had been looking for him, to the extent he’d asked Lucas and then tried to call. To the extent that he’d forgotten no one was supposed to know that he even knew Sander.

He wasn’t ready for the earful he was sure to get from Lucas, but he needed to get to Robbe.

Thankfully, the club wasn’t far from his own house. Well within walking distance and through main streets, bright enough under the standing lights that Sander didn’t worry so much about what might be hiding around corners. He was glad, because he wasn’t paying quite as much attention as he probably should have. His mind was already a few streets ahead, waiting for him with Robbe.

He realised about a block away that he didn’t even know how to get inside, and then he caught sight of a raven-haired head already outside and almost sighed in relief. Jens. Beyond him was Lucas, and then…

Robbe noticed Sander before Sander could even see him, and he’d already barreled into his arms by the time Lucas and Jens saw him.

Sander wrapped his arms around Robbe automatically, heart clenching at how uncharacteristic it was. Robbe was clingy, but Sander had never seen him be openly emotional. It seemed that’s how he was, now, as he clung tightly to Sander’s shoulders and breathed out a relieved sigh against his neck.

“Hey,” Sander started softly. “Hey, Robbe, you okay?”

Robbe took a while to respond, and even then it was simply, “You came.”

“Of course.”

Sander looked up to find Lucas and Jens hadn’t moved, but they were watching them. Jens seemed surprised, but not disapproving. Lucas...it was impossible to decipher how Lucas was feeling. His face was carefully blank, and he did nothing in response to Sander’s gaze other than nod at Robbe pointedly and mouth ‘home’.

“Hey,” Sander prodded Robbe’s side, making him jerk. “Will you let me take you home?”

“You’re coming?”

“Yeah, I’m taking you. Me and Jens and Lucas are all going to be with you. Okay?”

Robbe made a soft whine of protest. “Just take me back with you.”

“I can’t, Robbe. My parents are there, and they don’t even know I’m here.”

That only worked to perk Robbe up, and he tilted his head back to grin up at Sander. “So you snuck out. You can sneak us back in.”

“Don’t you want to sleep in your own bed though? Then you won’t have to worry about slipping out tomorrow either.”

Robbe still didn’t look convinced.

Sander pouted at him while simultaneously softening his gaze, and then he added a small, “Please?”

It didn’t even take a second for Sander to know he got him. Robbe’s stern expression melted and he was tilting forward on his toes to smile drunkenly at him. Sander could smell the alcohol on his breath. It left him torn between wanting to cringe away and wanting to kiss him into further oblivion.

“Okay,” Robbe said simply, swaying forward and pressing a chaste kiss to Sander’s lips. It wouldn’t have been chaste, however, if Sander hadn’t carefully pushed him away, disguising the move by tucking Robbe under his arm immediately after. Robbe, thankfully, made no protest, cuddling closely into Sander’s side and leaving Sander to deal with their friends.

Sander drew him forward and carefully avoided looking at Lucas, choosing to watch Jens instead. He still didn’t seem angry, or anything like that, but there was something more calculating about his gaze as he ran his eyes over his friend before settling them on Sander. “I’m not going to question it,” Jens said simply. “Because we don’t have time right now. But I have a lot of questions.”

It was worrying that Robbe didn’t react in the slightest to what should have been the most familiar voice of the three. He just tucked his arm around Sander’s waist and nuzzled his face into his shoulder and let himself be guided along.

Sander chanced asking, “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Lucas muttered. “Are you sure you can manage him the whole way?”

“I can walk,” Robbe grumbled, and Sander was glad that he was right. He was leaning on Sander, of course, but he wasn’t giving him all of his weight. Sander mostly offered him some extra balance.

“Why is he so drunk, though?” Sander tried again.

“It’s Robbe,” Jens shrugged. “He knows his limits. He hasn’t thrown up or fallen flat on his face or passed out.”

“And as long as you can say that, he meets your standard of acceptable, right?” Lucas said. There was an undertone of scorn in his voice that Sander had heard before, his certain level of sarcasm, though he’d never imagined it would be directed at Jens.

Jens shook his head and passed an arm around his shoulders. “That’s not what I meant. I’m just saying, he could be worse. But I agree he usually...still has some level of control.”

Robbe lifted his head to mumble, “Can you stop fucking talking about me like I’m not here? Jesus, this is why I didn’t want to go home with you in the first place.”

“Hey,” Sander soothed. “Sorry. Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, then?”

Robbe dropped his head back down on his shoulder. “No.”

Jens snorted, unsurprised, and Sander bit back a sigh. He could see Lucas stealing glances at him from the corner of his eye as they walked. Sander didn’t look at him, but kept Robbe close to his side, leaning down occasionally to kiss the top of his head or whisper a short reassurance. Robbe seemed to melt back into himself with every step, easing up under Sander’s touch as Lucas seemed to be with Jens. Despite the irritation he’d appeared to harbour at the beginning of the night, he was smiling now as Jens grinned down at him, mumbling something, bumping their heads together until Lucas was huffing a small laugh.

Then he would steal another glance at Sander over Robbe’s head, and his smile would slip.

Lucas let them into the apartment after a slightly more difficult trudge up the stairs, and Sander escaped easily with the excuse of taking Robbe to his room.

Robbe had tensed up as they returned, but his shoulders drooped the instant the door shut behind them. Sander helped him slip out of his coat, and then averted his eyes as Robbe carelessly stripped out of his jeans and crawled into his bed.

Sander watched him, half-expecting him to shut his eyes instantly and go to sleep. But he stared at Sander instead, eyes half-lidded, and then held out a hand. Sander couldn’t help but smile as he moved to sit next to him, one leg tucked up and the other over the edge of the bed, foot just brushing the floor. Robbe continued watching him, pupils dilated and worried, and Sander passed a hand through his hair in comfort.

“What’s wrong, Robbe?” Sander asked gently.

Robbe licked his lips, looking up at him through fluttering lashes. He let out a whispered, “Are you mad?”

“No? I was worried when you stopped messaging me. I’m still worried. But I’m not mad.”

“But they weren’t supposed to know.”

Sander gave his hair a light tug. “No. But we were going to tell them tomorrow anyway. It’s okay. But Robbe, what happened? Why did you stop replying to me?”

Robbe dragged himself closer by curling an arm around Sander’s waist. He pressed his face to Sander’s hip before offering an answer. “You weren’t going to come. So I went to ask Lucas to ask you.”

Sander closed his eyes and dragged a hand down his face, sighing in relief. That wasn’t ideal—none of this was—but it was better than what he’d expected. Robbe was known for his less-than-safe ‘party tricks’. Sander was glad he’d just spent the missing half an hour arguing with Lucas and giving them away.

He was glad that, instead of turning to his usual thrills, Robbe had gone looking for him.

“I’m sorry. I should have known when you were asking so much that something was wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Robbe mumbled.

Sander twirled his hair around his fingers and scratched lightly at his scalp and didn’t sigh. “Okay.”

“Can you stay? Please, Sander.”

Sander gazed down at him for a moment. His skin was flushed from the alcohol, cheeks a rosy red, but he was still pressing close and stealing into Sander’s warmth. His breaths came heavier than usual, but still easy, still even, and his lashes fluttered with each one, spread delicately even as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sander slipped away from him and heard his sharp inhale before ducking down to pull off his shoes. Then he lay down next to Robbe and pulled him towards his chest, where the older boy settled with a shaky sigh.

“I’ll have to go home before my parents notice I’m gone. But I can stay until you go to sleep.”

Robbe curled his fingers tightly into the fabric of his hoodie and nodded. Sander moved a hand back into his hair, letting it drift absentmindedly through the curls as Robbe’s warmth seeped through him. Even with the thick duvet separating them, Sander could feel the length of the boy pressed up against him, knees pressing into his thigh and then toes poking his ankles as Robbe stretched himself out and cuddled closer.

Sander had known Robbe was fairly free with his affection when it came to touch, that he could be clingy, but this seemed different. Robbe was holding onto him tightly, but he was quiet. Reserved. He appeared at once more vulnerable and more inaccessible than Sander had seen him before.

“I’d always come if you called, Robbe.” Sander released the words into the dark as he trailed his fingers down Robbe’s neck. “I’d follow you anywhere.”

Robbe swallowed and snuggled closer and didn’t respond. Sander didn’t mind. He was content to hold him to his heart and reassure himself that he was safe. He’d been scared, genuinely worried, when Robbe had gone radio silent on him. He’d been seconds away from calling Lucas himself, to order him to find the boy and make sure he was safe.

“You’re like my star,” Robbe mumbled, after Sander had thought he’d already fallen asleep, startling him into more silence. “Do you know that? You’re the brightest person I’ve ever met.”

Sander stared at the ceiling and searched for a response. It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. There was nothing but darkness surrounding Sander. Swallowing him, consuming him from the inside out. Sander had been worried nothing could break through it, until Robbe had touched him. Robbe was the bright one. Not him.

“You’re an actual good star,” Robbe continued.

At that, Sander finally looked down at him. “Like you?”

Robbe made a sound of protest. “No. You know like, when you go camping, and the sky is really dark but really clear and all the stars are extra bright. You’re one of those stars. You’re not polluted.”

Oh, Robbe.

If only he knew.

“You’re not polluted, Robbe,” Sander argued. “Well, you might not be the cleanest right now, what with the alcohol and sweat and weed…”

Robbe huffed, and it was close enough to a laugh for Sander to relax, to exhale in relief. “You’re too good for me, Sander. Everything’s too good for me. I don’t want to pollute you.”

Sander shifted around, ignoring Robbe’s protest as he had to move from his chest. He lay on his side and cupped Robbe’s cheek, forcing him to face him, waiting patiently for him to meet his eye. “Robbe. Nothing is too good for you. You’re the best thing in my life. I swear.”

Robbe’s gaze immediately dropped, and his cheeks flushed further. He leaned closer, until his forehead pressed to the bridge of Sander’s nose, and then he slowly dragged his face up once more. Sander breathed out as their noses brushed together and Robbe leaned in to kiss him softly, hand moving to his cheek. Sander allowed it, this time, under the privacy of the dark, but pulled away as Robbe parted his lips and attempted to get closer.

“You’re still super drunk,” Sander reminded him. But it was nothing more than a whisper, not enough to pop the intimate bubble they’d created.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Robbe protested, and Sander huffed, but allowed himself to be kissed again, close-lipped and slow. Robbe was the one to move away this time, just enough to tuck his face into Sander’s neck and press a kiss to the skin there. “I don’t want to wake up without you.”

Sander kissed his forehead and hugged him closer. “Someday you won’t have to. Soon. I promise.”

Robbe nodded, and didn’t argue, and Sander lay and held him until his breath evened out and he was sound asleep.

Even then, he waited a few moments, making sure Robbe wouldn’t wake up the instant he moved. He extracted himself carefully, slipping his arm out from under him and sitting up to stuff his feet back into his shoes. He turned back to watch him for another minute, but he hadn’t twitched. His chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm, and his expression was one of peace. It only made Sander’s chest ache more. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay.

He found a small pad of sticky notes on Robbe’s desk and scribbled a note on the top one.

I wish I could stay, too. You look beautiful when you sleep.

He peeled the note off and stuck it to the top of Robbe’s locker.

He’d forgotten all about Lucas until he found him waiting in the kitchen.

He looked up at Sander as he stepped through the door, and stared at him for a moment.

“You’re sleeping with him.”

It wasn’t a question. Lucas said it almost as if he was rhyming off a fact.

“No,” Sander denied immediately. “We’ve never even done anything more than kiss. We’re dating.”

“Robbe doesn’t date, Sander.”

“Okay, well is it so hard to believe I might be different?”

Lucas tilted his head disbelieving. Disapprovingly.

“I thought you liked Robbe,” Sander said. “You know him even better than some of the others, don’t you? You know he’s not a bad person.”

Lucas softened. “Of course I know that. I love Robbe. But that doesn’t mean he’s a good person for you.”

Sander closed his eyes, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He knew this would be Lucas’s stance, and he’d told himself over and over that he wouldn’t jump to defense in the face of it. It would only work to make Lucas more sure he was right. The best way for Sander to go about it was to slip through the gaps in Lucas’s defensive armour and appeal to the heart underneath.

“Even you said the other day,” he said lowly. “You said I’ve seemed better, lately. I’ve been with Robbe. That’s what’s making me better. That’s what’s making me happy. And I knew that you would feel this way. I’ve had the doubts myself, okay? That’s why I didn’t want to tell you right away. Until I was sure.”

It seemed to work, slightly. A wider gap appeared in the armour. “And that’s now?”

“Well, it was going to be tomorrow when we were supposed to meet up. Or….later today I guess. I wasn’t going to keep it from you much longer.”

“How long have you even known him?”

Sander thought, mind shifting back. “He first messaged me about three weeks ago?”

“You’ve only known him three weeks? And you’re dating?”

“I know, okay? I know what you’re thinking. But why is it any different to you and Jens and all the ‘love at first sight’ you preached about? We’ve known of each other for longer. We just only started getting to know each other a few weeks ago.”

Lucas considered him, then sighed. “I trust you. I do. And I even trust Robbe. But it worries me. Sander, does he even know? About any of it?”

Sander looked down.

“That’s what I thought,” Lucas sighed again. “You know you’re going to have to tell him. If it’s really going to be a serious thing, he has to know, Sander. It won’t be like finding out he doesn’t know your favourite colour a few months down the line.”

“You think I like feeling like I’m lying to him? I hate this, Lucas. I’ve hated all of it for months. Robbe is the only thing that’s made me feel normal in months. Please, Luc, just try to understand it from my perspective.”

Lucas stood up and came towards him, setting two soothing hands on his shoulders. “I do understand. Okay? I get it. I didn’t mean to push.”

Sander ducked his head, then nodded, and Lucas pulled him into a tight hug.

“I told you I’m always here and I meant it. I’m proud of you, Sander. And I am happy for you. I’m really happy you’re happy.”

Sander wound his arms around his waist and clung to him for a moment. “Thank you.”

“Always.”

Lucas gave him another squeeze before letting him go and then letting out a sigh, retrieving his glass of water from the table and nodding towards the door. “Okay. Are you okay to get home? I can give you some money for a taxi.”

Sander shook his head. “I can’t take that.”

Lucas rolled his eyes, mumbling a soft ‘wait’ before moving towards the counter and pulling a cookie jar towards the edge. He opened it and retrieved a twenty-euro note before returning to press it into Sander’s hand.

“It won’t be that much,” Sander protested.

“Just in case,” Lucas waved him away. “It’s late, and I want to believe I’m not failing you completely.”

Sander rolled his eyes, but he lurched forward to squeeze him into a hug again, and Lucas responded easily, and Sander finally felt at ease.

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chapter 23

#sobbe #rosander #robbe x sander #wtfock #sobbe social media au #the stars look very different #tslvd #this was one of the first scenes I imagined that made me want to write this #and i’m not sure i did it justice #but i hope you like it

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absolutelyabby23 · 3 years

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Rationality and Philosophy (Analogical Oneshot)

Summary: (Hurt/Comfort) Logan always has the answers. He always knows how to comfort Virgil. Virgil starts to doubt how much good he can do for the relationship. When Logan starts having doubts about his own life, Virgil must find his own way to help.

Word Count: 1,094

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of self-doubt, anxiety surrounding driving, and spiraling thoughts. Let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s note: Oh my goodness I’m actually writing a Sanders Sides fic again! It’s been a while. College got really busy and I couldn’t find a lot of time to write. Thanks to some encouragement from the “Logan'' in my life, I was able to find the motivation to write again. As always, likes and comments are appreciated! Also, feel free to drop some prompt ideas in my ask box. I mainly write Analogical, Prinxiety, and Logicality. I hope to create more content soon. I especially want to create a DnD oneshot to go with my college AU soon!

Curiosity in college is not an uncommon occurrence. Students are constantly curious about their course of study, where the best place is to eat, when the next test is, and even about how other students manage and engage in relationships. This was the case with Virgil Evans and his boyfriend, Logan Sanders. People often asked Virgil how the two met and how they were pulling off such a successful college romance amongst the many hookups and breakups surrounding them. Virgil thought about this often and was able to come up with his own explanation.

Virgil, accompanied by his stormy personality, was like a hurricane. His anxiety and generally pessimistic attitude could be considered unpredictable and detrimental at times. His overthinking tendencies were the winding winds that swirled and twirled around in a dangerous dance. Logan, with his calming logic, was like a brick building in the middle of all of that. Logan stayed strong even when things threw him for a loop. And the brick building, in this case, was also capable of shooting a laser that could remove the danger and calm the storm. After Virgil thought about it for a while, he considered this analogy might not be the most straightforward. Oh well. He was more known for his anxiety, not his rationality.

These kinds of ponderings made Virgil begin to question his relationship dynamic. Was Logan really the only one contributing to progress and solutions during times of distress? He started to think back through the course of their relationship. Logan had done so many things to help Virgil and keep their relationship strong.

Virgil remembered how Logan read about grounding exercises and helped keep him calm at parties. He made sure that Virgil never felt alone and was comfortable enough to wander outside of his comfort zone. Had that ended in Virgil drinking a bit too much wine and telling some freshmen girls how he was going to be the husband of the teaching major across the room? Well, at least he had made some genuine friends.

Logan was always there even during the little events. Virgil began to think back to a time that he was forced to take the freeway because he had missed the turn onto his beloved, backroad route.

“Why are they so close to me?! They’re gonna run me off the road!” Virgil wailed as he sped shakily along. He felt as though all eyes were on him and his less than stellar driving. He could hear the chorus of horns on the verge of harmonizing in a strangely symphonic manner. In reality, nobody was going to honk at him as he was driving just fine. However, in Virgil’s mind, the very road was on the verge of collapse. Suddenly, a reassuring hand was gingerly placed on his shoulder and Logan’s voice began to block out the panic with his smooth, almost rhythmic tone.

“Virgil, I understand your fears when it comes to driving. Operating a vehicle can be a dangerous task and a huge responsibility. However, you need to trust yourself and know that you are more than capable of handling the task at hand.” Virgil felt his anxiety symptoms start to lessen more and more. Logan had him focus on the exit numbers to ground himself and before one could say “falsehood,” Logan and Virgil had arrived safely at their destination.

All the evidence seemed to point to the fact that Logan was the more beneficial partner in their relationship. This concept kept bothering Virgil throughout the next few days. The doubts and worries were still whirling about in Virgil’s head when Logan asked him out on a stargazing date on top of the chemistry building.

The conversation started normally. Jokes were made about recent episodes of their favorite podcast between silent bites of the sandwiches made by their mutual friend Patton as a surprise for the happy couple. Virgil never minded the silence between him and Logan. There was a sort of secure peace to it. However, as the night went on, Virgil began to notice that the silence was being filled with spirals of words much heavier than the usual flirty and light, domestic banter.

“I mean, what if teaching isn’t my ‘thing’ to do, Virge?” Logan rambled. “I mean what if I’m horrible or hate my job or become a terribly mean person or-”

“Logan!” Virgil interrupted. “You’re going to be a great teacher! You are the smartest man I know. You can solve every problem and you know when you need to learn as well. I’m sure everything will work out fine.” Logan sighed in response, clearly not believing Virgil’s sudden outburst of optimism. Virgil was suddenly struck with an idea.

“Look up at the stars,” he instructed. Logan refused at first, looking at Virgil with that “what does this have to do with anything” look. But, after pulling Logan closer and tilting his head up so it was leaning against Virgil’s chest, a quick kiss on the forehead convinced him to look.

“Those stars are infinite. Imagine that you had to create a picture out of them. If you had to follow the exact patterns of the ancient constellations, your choices might be limited. It would be easy to get frustrated following that designated path. But, guess what! You don’t have to follow the pattern! In all that chaos, you can choose any line lengths and skip or include any points of light. Hell, you could even throw a satellite in just for fun! The picture is then whatever you want.

It’s just like your career path. You get to choose what kind of teacher you want to be. You don’t even have to choose! You can be whatever you want to be. You can get lost in the chaos of the cosmos or find some kind of insanely genius logic in all of it. But, either way, I’ll be exploring by your side.” Virgil finished with a blush as Logan looked at him with wide, blue eyes.

“That was… astute,” Logan grinned as he gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek. Virgil took account of a few things after Logan had fallen asleep on his shoulder. The first was that Virgil now knew he was capable of taking care of Logan in his own way. The second was that the two were capable of navigating uncertain times just as they had navigated the traffic-filled roads of the freeway. The third was that, despite the fact that his arm was falling asleep, Virgil had never been happier.

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emy-loves-you · 4 years

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Sanders Sides AU-gust Day 18: Bodyguard

When Logan signed up to be the bodyguard of a wealthy (and questionable) man’s son, he thought it would be an easy job. Just sit in the background and make sure the kid doesn’t get killed. He didn’t expect the kid to be his age. Or flirty. Or dating his ex. Logan POV, eventual Analogince with parental Moxiety

Day 17 | Masterlist | Day 19

Logan sighed as he twirled the ballpoint pen between his fingers. He was sitting in the middle of a cafe, filling out a crossword puzzle. He took a sip of his chamomile tea and bit back a grimace. It was exceedingly bitter; the coffee shop he normally went to served much better drinks. But he wasn’t here because of the drinks. He briefly looked up from his crossword to quietly observe the real reason he was here. On the other side of the cafe, scrolling through his phone while he sipped on an iced coffee, sat Virgil Tempest Sanders, son of Patton Sanders and heir of Sanders Financing.

Logan thought back to everything leading up to this moment. Before this, Logan was commonly hired to take out corrupt politicians and gang leaders. So when he got a call from Patton Sanders to be a bodyguard, he was shocked to say the least. Patton Sanders was seen as the epitome of goodwill; he frequently donated to charity, has never spoken ill will towards anyone, and always had a smile on his face. So it was extremely odd for him to contact an assassin who was frequently hired by much more sinister individuals. But apparently Logan’s skills impressed Mr. Sanders enough to provide Logan a more permanent (and well-paying) job.

The job was simple: shadow his son any time he was out of the house. Virgil was kept on an extremely short leash after he was ‘kidnapped’ 5 years ago. He was only gone for a few months, but it was enough to essentially put him on house arrest. Virgil was only allowed to be out of the house between 10 AM and 5 PM. Mr. Sanders paid Logan to watch Virgil during these hours. When Logan had first learned about the job, he’d nearly scoffed in disbelief. He didn’t want to be babysitting a child! But after hearing about what wages he’d earn, Logan quickly changed his tune.

It was also shocking to learn that Logan actually wasn’t babysitting a child. Virgil was 23 years old; shockingly close to Logan’s own age. The age surprised him for several reasons. First of all, why was Virgil kept on such a short leash at 23 years old? Sure, he was kidnapped for a few months (which Logan doubted was an actual kidnapping. It was more likely that Virgil ran away) but that still didn’t warrant such restrictions for an adult. Second of all, Virgil still looked like a teenager. He had an extremely youthful face, with large brown eyes hidden beneath an oversized purple hoodie. He was actually quite attractive, almost as attractive as-

Logan figuratively shook the thought away, attempting to focus on the crossword puzzle. There were a few words that he was stuck on, but he was most likely going to stay here for a while. One of the perks to this job was that Virgil only tended to go to four places: this cafe, the local library, a small music store on the other side of town, and the local park. Still, Logan had been following this pattern with Virgil for the past two months. A small part of Logan, the part that smiled slightly when he managed to shoot someone directly between the eyes, wished that something would happen to spice things up-

“Amir.”

Logan looked up and was surprised to see Virgil leaning over his shoulder, staring at the crossword puzzle. “What?”

Virgil smirked. “‘First name that can mean ‘prince.’’” He took the ballpoint pen from Logan’s hand, which he had been lightly nibbling on. Logan bit back a gasp as Virgil deliberately ran the pen against Logan’s bottom lip before using it to write ‘AMIR’ on the crossword.

Logan examined the paper and was surprised to see that it was the correct answer. He blushed as he turned back to Virgil, who had a smug look in his eyes. “Th-Thank you, Mr…?”

Virgil smiled, settling down in the seat across from Logan. “Call me Tempest. And you are?”

Logan smiled at the use of Virgil’s last name. He felt like he should at least reciprocate. “Adstrum.”

Virgil smirked. “Glory. Immortality.” He gives Logan a once-over before practically purring. “Divinity.”

Logan blushed at the implications. “I’m sure my parents meant ‘star’ when they named me.”

Virgil laughed before his expression darkened. “So, how much is he paying you?”

Logan put on a faux-innocent expression, but on the inside it felt like his blood had turned to ice. Mr. Sanders specifically said that Virgil couldn’t know about Logan unless absolutely necessary. Logan thought he’d been subtle and inconspicuous. “Who is paying me, exactly?”

Virgil sighed. “My father. Look, you almost fooled me at first. If I wasn’t always watching my back, you would’ve fooled me. But nobody ever visits this cafe because their coffee’s shit.” He gestured to Logan’s tea. “And I’m guessing the tea is too judging by how much you face screws up when you drink it. You could’ve been just a regular customer, but I’ve seen you at the library and the park, and I don’t doubt that you were at the record store too. And the people around here get really gossipy, so I knew that you were only here on the days that I showed up.” He leaned back in his chair, a smirk on his face. “So I’ll ask again: how much is he paying you?”

Logan looked him in the eye before sighing. “Too much to say no.” He carefully folded up his crossword puzzle. “Though I’m quite uncertain as to why this job exists in the first place. You obviously have no intention on running away again-”

“Running away?” Logan looked up to see Virgil confused and slightly angry. But Logan had dealt with enough people to see the acting for what it really was. “I was kidnapped and held against my will!”

Logan scoffed. “Kidnapped?” He straightened his tie as he spoke. “You disappeared in the middle of the night from a building whose security rivals the White House. There was no sign of struggle, nor was there a ransom note. Either your kidnapper was an extremely intelligent individual who wanted more than just money from Mr. Sanders, or you left on your own free will. And judging by my observations and personal experience, I’m inclined to believe the latter.”

Virgil stared for another moment before laughing. “Well, would you look at that! You’ve got a brain to match your bark. And I assume you bite, too. Because there’s no way you’re some random civilian. So, what’s your real job?”

Logan coughed. “I must admit, I’m not used to having my job description be, ‘keep client alive. ’”

Virgil blinked, and Logan suddenly felt like he’d said something wrong. “You stressed the word alive. ” Now it was Logan’s turn to blink. “You wouldn’t need to stress it unless there was something specific about keeping them alive.” His eyes suddenly lit up. “Are you an assassin?!”

Logan blushed. “Essentially. But now I am your bodyguard.”

Virgil vibrated in his seat. “How many people have you killed? Do you usually kill good people or bad people? Or does it only depend on the money? I wouldn’t blame you for that. The economy sucks.”

Logan chuckled. “I mainly target corrupt politicians and gang leaders. I turn down any jobs that involve families or children.”

Virgil mouthed the words ‘corrupt politicians and gang leaders’ before gasping. “Do you know Logan Croft?”

Logan blinked. “How do you know that name?”

Virgil gasped again, stars in his eyes. “Are you Logan Croft?” Logan decided to nod his head. Virgil already knew about his job, and his father was paying Logan. It wouldn’t hurt to give out his name, just this once. “Oh my gosh, you’re the guy who killed Jacob Smith four years ago! How did you do it? They say he was impenetrable behind his gang and-” Suddenly his phone ringed. “One moment, please.” He pressed the phone up to his ear, and Logan could hear his boss’ muffled voice on the other end, though he couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Hey, Dad. Yeah, I’m at a cafe. Yeah, I can come home for lunch. See you then. Bye.” He turned back to Logan with a grimace. “Sorry, I’ve gotta go. Maybe we can have a full conversation next time?”

Logan nodded. “I ask that you don’t tell Mr. Sanders about our conversation, or that you know about having a bodyguard. I’m afraid he might fire me if you do.” Or expose me to the world.

Virgil nodded. “Of course!” He stood there awkwardly for a moment. “Well, you know where I am… see ya, bye!” And with that, Virgil walked out of the cafe. Logan waited a few minutes before following. It was just to make sure that Virgil got home safe. It was part of his job, after all. It wasn’t because he found Virgil interesting and funny and cute-

Logan frowned, shaking away the thought. He would not get attached to Virgil. It would only serve as a cruel reminder of Roman. Roman and Logan had met in middle school and dated for several years. But Roman had fallen in love with another man a few years ago. And while Logan is polyamorous, it was dangerous enough to be attached to one civilian. So, they broke up on friendly terms. Logan had never felt so… empty, after leaving Roman. It had felt like Roman had taken Logan’s ability to be happy. Logan hadn’t fully smiled or laughed since their breakup…

Except for today, when he’d talked to Virgil. Virgil reminded Logan of Roman. He was charismatic, sarcastic, and funny. And with every butterfly that formed in Logan’s belly, a new knife stabbed him through the heart. Being with Virgil would only remind Logan of what he could no longer have with Roman. So, Logan would keep his distance (even if he could no longer do so literally).

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When Virgil got home that day, he had a brief lunch with his father before retreating to his room for the day. Once he got there, he immediately pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting his boyfriend.

V- (3:05 PM) Hey, your ex’s name was Logan Adsrum Croft, wasn’t it?

R- (3:06 PM) Yeah, why?

V- (3:06 PM) Guess who my hot new bodyguard is ;)

#sanders sides #AU_gust_2020 #bodyguard au #analogince #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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does-this-look-logicality-to-you · 4 years

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Will You Have Me?- A Logicality One-Shot

words: 1396

characters: logan, patton; mentions of remus, roman, janus, and virgil

universe: human au

pairing: romantic logicality, mentions of platonic dlampr

warnings: kissing mention, otherwise just fluff on fluff on fluff

author’s note: this is probably the closest thing to a little shop of horrors-sanders sides crossover fic i’ll ever write. it’s very self-indulgent, as little shop of horrors is my all-time favorite movie and musical, and i’ve always compared little ship (seymour/audrey) to logicality. this definitely won’t be the last little shop-related logicality fic i’ll ever write, as i’ve certainly had ideas for a little shop of horrors au involving the glasses gays. in the meantime, though, i hope y’all like the story!

Patton had loved Little Shop of Horrors since he had first seen the movie, in his freshman year of high school. Everything about it appealed to him— the plot, the characters, the music, and everything in between. He was especially attached to the main character. Seymour Krelborn was smart and kind-hearted, but not the best at dealing with his emotions— much like a certain boy Patton knew.

For his sixteenth birthday, he had invited all of his friends— Remus, Roman, Logan, Janus, and Virgil— to his house for a movie-night themed sleepover. Naturally, the movie they watched was Little Shop. Roman was the only one of them who had seen the film, so it was the first time the other four had seen it. They all ended up liking it, but the one who had enjoyed it the most was Logan.

Logan had never been a fan of musicals. He claimed them to be ridiculous and unrealistic— much to Roman’s dismay. Yet Little Shop of Horrors felt different. It didn’t feel like a musical, even though it was. (In fact, the movie was based on a musical by the same name.) It was instead a new world, a story to dissect and analyze and— though he didn’t like to admit it— enjoy. (Not to mention the fact that the character Audrey wasn’t too different from the person who had introduced him to the movie in the first place.) No matter how unrealistic the premise of an enormous man-eating plant alien was, Logan ended up growing a great interest in it.

Patton and Logan began to bond over Little Shop. Of course, it wasn’t all they ever talked about, but sharing a common interest caused the two of them to grow closer.

As the two of them grew and matured, so did their feelings toward each other. It had taken a while for them to realize it, but Logan and Patton had fallen for one another, and they had fallen hard. After some time— much too long, according to their friends— the two of them finally admitted their feelings for one another. Roman often compared the two to Seymour and Audrey, the protagonist and love interest of Little Shop, and they couldn’t help but agree.

Little Shop played a surprisingly large role in their relationship. On the twenty-third day of every month— since the events of the movie started on September 23rd according to the prologue— the two of them would make popcorn, put on onesies, and watch the movie. Nobody else was allowed to bother them unless it was an absolute emergency, and the others respected that. It might seem repetitive, watching the same film so many times, but it allowed them to spend quality time together as they watched their favorite movie. They would often sing along with the musicit— Logan always played Seymour while Patton played Audrey, and they switched off on the other characters. Once, for their anniversary, Logan had gotten tickets for them to see the musical version— on the twenty-third of that month, of course. (Patton had ended up sobbing, not having expected the ending to differ so much from that of the movie. Logan thought it was more realistic, but he too had shed a few tears.) Little Shop had become an important part of Logan and Patton’s relationship. Without it, they may not have fallen in love in the first place.

In fact, it had given Logan an idea.

It’s alright. You can do this. Logan stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking deep breaths. Everything is already written for you. The difficult part is already done.

The bathroom door opened. Patton was standing in the doorway, clad in the owl onesie that he only wore on their special movie nights. “Lo-Lo? You ready to start the movie?”

Logan turned away from the mirror, went over to Patton, and took his hand. “Whenever you are,” he replied, earning a beaming smile from his partner. The two of them made their way to the couch. Logan went into the kitchen, as he always did, to make the popcorn, while Patton set up the movie. Within a few minutes, everything was ready.

As far as Patton knew, this was a normal movie night. The movie was the same as it had always been, and he and Logan were quoting along as they always did. He did pick up a sort of oddness in Logan’s behavior, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on why that was. Maybe it was the fact that he kept sticking one hand in his pocket, or the way he bounced his leg quicker than he normally did, but he seemed significantly more antsy than usual.

Meanwhile, Logan’s mind was racing, anxiety and logic warring inside him. What-ifs battled with that-won’t-happens as he struggled to focus on what was before him. He knew the film well enough to quote along with little effort, so that part wasn’t a problem. Everything was working so far.

Finally, finally, it was time. Patton’s eyes were on the screen, oblivious to Logan’s growing nervousness as he recited Seymour’s distressed monologue in near-exact synchronization with the character on screen.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? I never should’a started, but I did, and now if I don’t feed it, it’ll die. And I’ll lose her, I’ll lose everything.”

“Seymour?” Patton and Audrey prompted at the same time. “Who’re ya talkin’ to?”

“Hmm? Uh, nobody.”

“You’re actin’ funny… It wasn’t nice to chase those people out. Those men said… Seymour Krelborn’s Gardening Tips is sure to be a very big TV show.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I feel terrible.”

“Well, you shouldn’t. They’re comin’ back tomorrow, and they’ll bring you a great big check.”

“They are?”

“I wish you were enjoying your success.”

“You said they’re comin’ back with money?”

“Tomorrow.”

“That means we can afford to get outta here, couldn’t we?” Logan felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he quietly and carefully got up from his seat and knelt down, reaching into his pocket.

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, that’s it. After tomorrow, we can leave here, together.”

“Togetha’...?”

Logan’s voice shook as he removed the small box from his pocket and opened it with his other hand. “If you’ll have me… Patton, will you have me?”

Patton looked over at Logan in surprise, as he never got the lines wrong, and certainly never altered them to contain Patton’s name instead of Audrey’s. His jaw dropped, only barely managing to murmur the next line.

Logan was on one knee before him, holding a small open box containing a silver ring with a sky-colored stone.

“Marry me, Patton.”

He knew that his words weren’t the words traditionally spoken by those hoping to marry their partners, but they were the same words used by Seymour in the film— only, of course, with “Audrey” instead of “Patton”.

“Oh, Logan, this is so sudden,” Patton gasped. It wasn’t, of course, but Logan knew that. He was simply responding the same way Audrey did.

“Well, will you?” Logan’s heart was pounding so hard that he was sure Patton could hear it. As long as it had been, as much as he cared for his beloved partner, there was still a small voice inside telling him the worst, that Patton was going to say no, that this idea had been ridiculous, that he should have stuck to a more traditional method of proposal.

But Patton’s expression held no negative emotions. Instead, his eyes shone with joy like a pair of tiny stars as he responded, in perfect synchrony with Audrey.

“Sure.”

Patton threw his arms around Logan, nearly knocking him over. Logan hugged him back, much less wildly, resting his chin on top of Patton’s head. The two were so lost in the moment that, for once, they didn’t even quote along with the rest of the scene.

The two of them spent the last fifteen minutes of the film in each other’s arms, stealing kisses as they held one another close. Soon enough the film ended, and Logan couldn’t help but smile as he watched Seymour and Audrey begin their new life together.

After all, Patton was the Audrey to Logan’s Seymour, and tonight was the first step toward their own somewhere green.

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theoperaghostsstudent · 5 years

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To The Stars Who Listened (Sanders Sides Fallen Star AU)

After drunkenly making a wish on a shooting star, Logan Sanders got more than he was expecting when the star fell from the sky and into his living room. Now in human form, the star by the name of Patton claims he is there to help grant Logan’s wish.

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Pairings: Logicality and Prinxiety

Chapter summary: Roman’s struggle with the accursed writer’s block is a difficult one, but maybe what he needs to make a break through in his writing is something new? Maybe to find some inspiration from an unlikely place?

Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and of getting drunk, writer’s block, lack of self care-[hygiene/eating/drinking/etc.] (I think that’s it, but please let me know if there’s something I missed!)

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[Chapter 3]

Roman sat at his desk with his face buried in his hands. An entire day had gone by and inspiration had barely tapped him on the shoulder. He’s tried everything, but lo and behold the sun sets on yet another uninspired day. He cursed himself as his eyes threatened to close once again, but then again he hasn’t slept in a couple days. To think, just a couple days ago he had been nagging Logan to get some rest. Then again, based on the fact that Logan never comes up with stories (let alone get drunk on his own), Roman figured he definitely needed the rest more than him.

“And I thought that I was the master storyteller.” Roman huffed out before standing from his desk and stretching his arms out before stifling a yawn. His muscles felt stiff from spending all day at his desk and man did the small action feel like heaven. Another thing that would feel like an angel’s heavenly kiss right now would be the feeling of his head on his pillow while he knocks out on his bed, but sadly he had work to focus on. He let out a small sigh as he stared longingly at his bed before walking to the bathroom. Maybe splashing his face with cold water could wake him up a bit? Hopefully this time would be successful since he’s been splashing his face with water almost every hour with no luck.

Roman was quick to turn the faucet to its coldest setting before cupping his hands under the water with a sigh. He looked up from his hands and nearly jumped backward at his reflection. It was just so unlike him! His hair was messy and tangled (essentially an abomination), his eyes had dark bags beneath them (definitely not designer), his tan skin was certainly paler than usual (it wasn’t all that noticeable since his skin was still naturally dark but he could tell his gorgeous glow was gone), and he was still in his Mickey Mouse pajamas that he had put on over a week ago. His precious hygiene routine had clearly been thrown out the window along with his creative spark. If he didn’t have his inspiration and creativity, along with his practice for perfect hygiene and good looks, then who was he?

He let the water that was in his hands fall into the sink as he let out a frustrated groan before he shut the water off. No amount of rinsing his face was going to help him write a story, so he stomped back to his desk and sat back down. His tired mind kept wandering back to the story Logan had come up with. Maybe...Maybe a shooting star was just what he needed?

He got up again, stumbling a little this time from the lack of sleep, and made his way around his apartment making sure to turn off all the lights. He remembered how Logan would ramble on and on about light pollution or something like that when they were younger, so he smiled to himself after completing his task. Of course, now sleep was calling out her sweet song to him, and it made it slightly harder to navigate his messy home in the dark.

Roman opened the patio door and stepped out. Immediately he started searching the sky for any signs of a shooting star. With any luck he could at least wish away the pain in his royal ass that was his writer’s block. He’d do anything for inspiration at this point, even fight the accursed Dragon Witch from one of his previous books.

After searching and searching as best as he could with the naked eye, he let out a frustrated noise. This wasn’t going to work. Of course it wasn’t going to work! Standing out here and procrastinating wasn’t going to work!

Roman shudders at the thought and scrunches his nose. That sounded an awful lot like something Logan would say, but totally ten times harsher. At least he would give some helpful advice like telling him to go to sleep on time, to drink water, and remind him to eat. It was kind of strange that he hasn’t heard from him since his drunk phone call. Hopefully he was doing okay. Maybe he should call him later to check up on him?

Suddenly he felt his black cat, Sugar, purr as she rubbed her head against his leg. Was her bowl empty again? He should check it before getting back to writing. Even if he put off his own meals, he’d rather drop and suffer the pain of a million deaths than neglect his child.

With a sigh he bent down and pet the small cat before looking up at the sky one more time. He silently prayed that he could make his wish, but felt pretty hopeless. It would be just his luck if he never saw another shooting star in his lifetime.

“Let’s go inside, Sugar. Looks like the stars don’t want to listen to me complain tonight.” He said with a small sad smile, looking down at the cat who meowed in response. He gave a dry chuckle, and turned his gaze back to the sky. His eyes widened as he slapped his hands onto the railing of the small patio porch, startling his poor kitty. Were his eyes just playing tricks on him or had he seen what he thought he saw? Could the thing that had made its way from the right side of the sky to the left have been a shooting star? Only one way to find out.

“Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight….I wish I could be inspired-maybe find my muse? Anything that could help me get my creativity going again.” Roman said after closing his eyes tight, feeling hope bubble up and flourish in his chest. There was a moment of silence. All Roman could hear was the sounds of the night. Well, at least the sounds of a Floridian night which consisted of crickets, frogs, and cicadas if it’s hot enough. He honestly wished that the frogs here sounded like coquis. He’d take them chanting their own names like a choir of Pokemon than sounding like a duck getting run over but hey, Florida, right?

Roman kept his eyes closed for a moment longer and took in a deep breath before opening them. Well, he might have to wait a hot moment for his wish to come through, but at least he got some fresh air, and the stars looked beautiful...tonight?

Now, if Roman was right, he could have sworn the shooting star he had wished on had made its way to the left of the night sky, so what exactly was this really bright one tripping on? Was it getting brighter? What was going-?

“I drunkenly made a wish on a shooting star last night and that very star crashed into me…”

Suddenly Logan’s words from their last phone call rang in his ears and made sense as the star appeared to be getting brighter, as if it was heading straight towards him. A sense of panic ran through his body as he backed up into the house, unsure of what he was doing exactly, but the star was getting brighter and brighter until it was too bright and Roman was wide eyed and frozen with shock.

The impact was harsh as Roman was thrown backward, but he instinctively wrapped his arms protectively around the ball of light that was growing heavy against him as they landed onto the ground. Roman groaned in pain, his eyes shut tightly from bracing the impact. He could see the bright light fade from behind his eyelids, which he kept shut until the light was gone entirely from fear of going blind. When that happened, he allowed his eyes to fly open and his breath caught in his throat (and it wasn’t just because he had gotten the air knocked out of him).

Now, Roman wasn’t one to normally believe in love at first sight. Actually, who are we kidding? Roman was a sucker for love at first sight. He wrote about it all the time and dreamt about it daily for Pete’s sake! However, what he was feeling now as he gazed into the gray eyes of the man above him that he was currently holding in his arms was definitely different from the feeling he got when a handsome barista at the local coffee shop touched his fingers while passing him his order. No, this was much stronger.

Now, if we’re being entirely honest about the situation Roman is currently in and look at it from an ‘outside of Roman’s tired and hopelessly romantic mind’ point of view, Roman wasn’t so much gazing at the stranger. It was more of staring at him with wide eyes as he tried to breath. In all honesty, he looked like a fish out of water.

The stranger held his stare, equally-or seemingly equally-terrified. It was in that moment that Sugar decided to wander back into the house and start rub her head against her owner’s barefoot. The small action made him laugh-or at least attempt to-which in turn frightened the man, making him jump back as Roman was gasping for air while trying to wiggle his foot away from the clueless cat.

When Roman had finally managed to catch his breath, he quickly ran to the nearest light switch. Had he imagined the whole encounter? Once the switch was flicked on, Roman could feel his heart race in his chest when he saw the strange man in the corner of the room...standing on his couch? Oh, he looked scared. Roman took a slow step forward but jumped backward when he heard Sugar hiss. He had accidentally stepped on her tail and now he felt like the worst human being to ever walk the earth.

From the corner of the room the star watched as the human had jumped back in fear after hearing the creature make a strange sound. It must be a form of protection to scare off attackers.

Roman took another step forward, but this time watched where he was stepping.

“Greetings, Stranger.” Roman started to speak as he neared closer to the man. “I am called Roman and this is my home-”

HISS!

Roman jumped back once again in surprise as the man hissed at him. He took it as a warning to back away. Okay, Ro, baby steps this time and-OH MY GOD HE’S NAKED.

The human dashed away and the star smirked to himself. He wasn’t very knowledgeable on humans, but he was at least a quick learner. Or at least a fast enough learner to see how to protect himself. The star’s sense of ease disappeared the moment the human had returned, but this time they were holding something? It appeared to be a piece of fabric of some sort.

“Let’s-let’s try this again, shall we?” Roman said, raising his hands to try and convey that he wasn’t going to hurt him. “I’m Roman. Roman Prince Figueroa. This is my home, and you’re free to make yourself comfortable if you’d like, but please take this first?” He said while holding out the fabric for the stranger to take.

The star eyed Roman...Roman...This must have been the human that had mistakenly wished on his star while trying to wish on the passing comet. Apparently now he wanted him to take the bundle of fabric from his hands.

Roman couldn’t help but notice the side eye the stranger was giving him. He should be the one giving the side eye right now, no matter how attractive the stranger is! He’s naked in Roman’s own home for Pete’s sake...but, maybe he’s not used to the surroundings? Or even human things? Roman let out a sigh before looking the stranger in the eye.

“Look, I know you don’t really know me and you’re probably unsure of whether to trust me or not, but you have my word that I would do no harm to you. I’m just as confused by all of this as you are and I would just really like to help you get accustomed for now until I can get my friend to figure things out-and he’s really smart, I swear! The guy is literally a walking brain. I’m sure he’ll know what to do, but for now I’m gonna need you to trust me.” he said, speaking earnestly. Who was he if not a man of his word?

The stranger furrowed his eyebrows together in thought before taking a careful step and taking the fabric in his hand to which Roman gave a small, hopeful smile. After the star examined the fabric that appeared to be a human garment of some sort, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“It’s a hoodie. I kinda just grabbed the first thing I could since you’re...you know?” Roman replied bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. The stranger silently replied with an unamused look that seemed to say, ‘Do you really think I know?’. Roman took in a deep breath a silently prayed for a right way to say this.

“You’re-...Well, you see-...When-when humans aren’t wearing clothes they’re...kinda naked? Or nude? Whatever you know it as I suppose, but point is that’s kinda what you are...right now…” Roman mentally kicked himself for how awkward he sounded and how confusing the explanation must have been. Curse his tired mind!

“Sorry if that made no sense,” Roman began, looking away from the stranger “I knew I should have gotten some sleep.” That last sentence was more directed to himself than for the stranger to hear.

When Roman turned his attention back to the stranger, he was surprised to see the stranger looking down at their own body with a look of shock while his cheeks began to turn a mix of both purple and black, making the freckles look as if they were swimming in galaxies. Was that normal though?

“Hey, are you alright?” Roman asked, concern lining his voice. The stranger looked back up at Roman and bit the inside of his cheek before shoving the hoodie back into Roman’s arms.

“What are you-?” Roman began, confused by the action. The stranger interrupted by pointing at Roman’s shirt, then to the hoodie, and then to himself. This was definitely an odd situation, but Roman tried his best to figure out what the stranger meant.

“Do you...want the shirt I’m wearing instead?” Roman tried guessing. The stranger shook his head in reply.

“You want my shirt and the hoodie?” was met with another shake of the head from the stranger.

“Do you want something more like the shirt I’m wearing?” Roman tried again, getting a little frustrated, but again the stranger shook his head, a little more aggressively this time.

“I don’t think I’m understanding.” Roman groaned.

‘No kidding.’ The star thought to himself, half amused but mostly annoyed.

“Do you want my pants too or something?” Roman tried again and was met with an even more aggressive shake of the strangers head as well as a dirty look.

“What do you want from me?” Roman said, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. The stranger ran frustrated hands through his hair before stepping forward and snatching the hoodie back and covering his head with it.

Roman stood there for a moment in surprise. The stranger stood there with his head covered, taking in a deep breath before pointing once again to the hoodie and then to his body. Now Roman felt like an idiot.

“You...you need help putting it on?” Roman asked. The stranger nodded meekly from beneath the hoodie. Why hadn’t Roman thought of that sooner? He must either be very tired or a true idiot...Well that wasn’t a pleasant thought.

“Right...Sorry about that-here, I’ll just-...” Roman said, taking the hoodie off of the stranger’s head before helping him slip his arms through the sleeves and then zipping it up. Thank goodness the hoodie was oversized enough to cover most of him up, but now Roman needed to find him pants. The only issue was that he didn’t have anything clean in his house since he had been procrastinating on doing his laundry. He really should have listened to Logan. At least it didn’t seem like top priority for his surprise house guest since the stranger immediately walked over to the large bookshelf that he kept in the living room.

“So, my dear-uh-what is your name by the way?” Roman asked as he watched with curiosity as his guest passed his hands over the different book titles, letting it linger over a few different ones. For a simple question, he was taking an awfully long time to answer. Did he not want to answer the question? Why was he skimming through the large selection of books? In all honesty, the star-man was very confusing just as he was mysterious. He seemed to have froze with his hand on a particular book, only turning around to give Roman a look of shock and confusion before letting out an amused huff and pulling the book out. He took the book and handed it to Roman before pointing to the title. ‘The Enclogues by Vergilius Maro’ seemed to be the book he had chosen.

“What does this mean to you?” Roman asked, which earned an eye roll from the man.

“Hey, easy there, Buddy. I haven’t slept in over twenty four hours, so do cut me some slack? My brain is exhausted.” Roman admitted, turning his attention back to the book.

The star stood there in shock. Was this human crazy? Just how many hours has he been awake for? This was something he wanted to do something about but there were some formalities to get through first. So for now, the star shook the thought from his mind and pointed to the title again before pointing to himself.

“What are you-?...Is...Is that your name? Vergilius?” Roman asked, a large grin making its way onto his face. The star nodded before using his thumb and index finger to gesture smaller, or in this case, shorter.

“Uh, shorter? Then I guess it would be either Virgil or Verge if I’m right? That’s how people refer to Vergilius nowadays.” Roman said, pondering it for a moment. Virgil smirked, watching Roman think. The man must be pretty intelligent after all, or at least he would guess so based on the fact that he actually had a book by Vergilius Maro, a Roman poet.

“So, Virgil,” Roman tested the name out “what exactly are you doing here?” and in that moment Virgil decided to retract his previous statement. Roman had a feeling that he wasn’t gonna be getting a verbal answer anytime soon, but he had a feeling that he might know someone with the answers he needed.

“You go ahead and stay here, I just have to make a quick, teeny-tiny phone call to that super smart friend I told you about, alright?” Roman said, pointing with his thumbs to the room behind the living room. Virgil simply raised an eyebrow and shrugged before turning his attention back to the bookshelf and the various titles. Once Roman saw him occupied, he dashed to his room and dialed the number from his most recent call.

The phone rang a few times, reminding Roman that it was late, but he had hope that the phone would be answered. That didn’t stop him from chanting, “Come on, pick up-pick up!” in his head until the call finally went through.

“Hello? Roman?” Logan answered groggily from the other end of the line making Roman sigh in relief.

“Hey there, Pal! Sorry to wake ya up, but I kinda have a bit of a problem on my hands?” Roman said, speaking quickly from the nervousness he was feeling now that the reality was sinking in. The line stayed silent for a moment.

“And, what type of situation have you found yourself in exactly?” Logan asked.

“Well-uh-you know how you told me about how you got piss drunk and made a wish on a shooting star only to have it fall from the sky in the form of hunky guy?” Roman replied, his voice an octave higher than normal.

“What-I-I never described him in such-such a way…-What is this about, Roman?”

“Well, it’s late and I haven’t slept in ages so I thought ‘Hmm, a shooting star sounds like a good idea right now’. I went ahead and made a wish on a shooting star, and Sugar was with me and-well, Logan, it’s raining men, hallelujah, it’s raining men.” Roman quickly finished off. “Help?”

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A/N: Sooo, I know it’s been a while since I updated, and I know this chapter isn’t very long, but here it is! I had some pretty bad writer’s block (partially from having to write about writer’s block and partially because I’ve been really busy at my new job), but now I’ve got the ball rolling again, so I’ll try to write more on my days off from work so I don’t leave the story without an update for long periods of time ^^” Lol Hope you guys enjoy!!

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years

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masterpiece

Title: masterpiece

Square Filled: Soulmates AU

Ship: Robbe IJzermans/Sander Driesen

Trigger Warnings: None applied

Created for @skamevents

So, Soulmate AUs are my absolute favorite trope of any AU ever and I love reading all of them. I love the names on the arms, having the same symbol, I love seeing color only if your soulmate is nearby, but one of my favorites is being connected by their skin. And, with Sander as an artist in canon, I absolutely HAD to use this one. Soulmate AUs absolutely FASCINATE me and so I had to do this one.

Now, because this fic ended up being WAY MORE than what I wanted it to be, it physically will not fit in this text box, so I will be putting the first scene of the fic into this with a read more link at the bottom (note: this is the same scene as my masterpiece snippet that I posted a few days ago). So, I hope you enjoy the rest of this chapter.

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Thursday was not Robbe’s day.

Thursday was, by far, Robbe’s longest and physically draining day. While his first class of the day didn’t start until a little before 12:00, his day wouldn’t end until about 23:00 which was when the library closed down. To add to his torture of a long day, thanks to extending his own shift so Amber could be picked up by her mother on her way home from work, his classes on Thursdays were particularly draining, filled with dry teachers that talked to the board and ignored any and all questions.

Letting out a sigh, Robbe turned to his introductory essay which was pulled up in another tab of the computer in front of him. The head of the department didn’t care about them working on homework, as long as their other jobs were done first, and Robbe had already put up the remaining books in the library, straightened up the desks where the student workers sat, and filed away a stack or two of files for one of his superiors.

Now, that all of his librarian work was done, at least until someone returned a book to the circulation counter and he would go off in search of its rightful spot, Robbe could focus on this essay, or a story, that his writing teacher had assigned as an “introduction” to their mindset as writers. And, the topic that had been chosen by his other 25 classmates was soulmates.

He let out a breath of air, burying his face in his hands.

Robbe hated soulmates.

Or, rather, he hated the idea of soulmates.

As a kid, Robbe would sit and watch his mother doodle on her skin with her favorite pen, watch the curve of her letters, her small doodles of flowers, appear on the exact same spot on his father’s hand. His parents would smile at each other, love in their eyes, and tease each other when the other got a stain on their hand because it affected both of them.

To little six-year-old Robbe, soulmates were everything that he had to offer and he thought that he didn’t have one because doodles never appeared on his skin. His mother had giggled at him, informing him that his soulmate’s doodles wouldn’t appear until after he reached puberty. Little Robbe had been confused as to why he had to wait, he now knew that the changing hormones and chemicals in the body at puberty that caused the connection to show fully, but no one, not even people researching and studying soulmates, could pinpoint how soulmates are chosen or when.

To present-day, eighteen-year-old Robbe, soulmates were crap.

His parents had been soulmates, had fallen in love, and got married, having Robbe shortly after. For the first eight years of Robbe’s life, his parents had been happily in love with one another. His father loved being home, loved cuddling his wife on the couch, to the point that Robbe would call them disgusting and throw a pillow at them and they would laugh. Then, his parents started fighting about little things, small minuscule details that shouldn’t matter. As the years went on, the fights got worse, louder and louder until Robbe couldn’t sleep at night anymore, sneaking out of his house and going to his best friend’s house to crash. Then, his father left them alone, found another woman who made him happier, and his mother spiraled, leaving Robbe caught in between, trying to help her.

His parents were soulmates and they had fallen out of love.

If the one person that you were destined to be with was supposed to leave you anyways, what was the point of having the ability to connect with them on a physical level?

Letting out a sigh, Robbe reached out, typing angrily. Soulmates are fucking stupid.

“Woah there,” Zoë teased, walking up with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Zoë was a barista and one of Robbe’s roommates. At the beginning of the year, Robbe had moved into the three-bedroom flatshare with her and a senior, Milan, because Robbe was not going to live with his dad, not after what he did to his mom, not with him and his new girlfriend. It was a minor miracle that the two of them had been so willing and that his father had been so understanding. His father wanted him to live in the dorms, but it was too expensive for Robbe. He was barely surviving month-to-month as it was and living in the dorms would be almost double the cost.

“What’s wrong?” Zoë questioned.

“What isn’t wrong?” Robbe questioned. “Of all the topics my writing class had to pick for our introductory assignment, they picked soulmates.” Zoë scrunched up her nose, understanding. “And, I can’t think of anything to write other than soulmates are fucking stupid.” As if she didn’t believe him, he turned the screen towards her and she stood on her toes to look, letting out a light breath through her nose. He let out a sigh, straightening the computer back. “Think that will get me full points?”

“I doubt it.” Zoë laughed. “Here, it’s from Chloë.”

“Again?” Robbe questioned. Chloë was a barista at the café, who had a crush on Robbe so obvious that even he could see it, which was saying something. When it came to realizing people having feelings for him, he didn’t have the best track record. Despite the fact that Robbe had several relationships, almost all of them had been as a result of the other person making the first move. “How many times have you told her that she’s not my type?”

“Robbe,” Zoë laughed, reaching out to pat his head with a tone that says many times. “I think the only way she’s going to be convinced that you aren’t interested in her is if she finds you making out with a guy. Not that I can blame her. You are a cute boy. Whether you want to admit it or not.” Robbe rolled his eyes before spotting the purple writing on the back of her hand. Zoë caught his gaze and scoffed. “My soulmate’s latest ‘conquest’,” she remarked, pivoting the hand towards Robbe so he could see.

Had a good time tonight was followed by a phone number, only the final digit was smudged.

Robbe knew that he had a soulmate, of course, but his soulmate wasn’t the type of person who slept around a lot, or if they did, they didn’t have girls writing numbers on the back of their hand in hopes of a second round.

On his sixteenth birthday, his best friend, Jens, had jokingly drawn a poor excuse of a birthday cake and sixteen candles on the back of his right hand (and Robbe will never admit to anyone how disappointed he was that it didn’t show up on Jens’ hand). Within an hour, as he sat in his biology class, his soulmate, whoever they were, had drawn an arrow to it and wrote awful, zero stars on booking.com before proceeding to draw a perfectly drawn cake, in pen, with the exact number on the candles, on the back of his left hand. The drawing looked perfect, meticulous, and every year, on that same day, another cake would appear on his hand with an additional candle.

Robbe had a soulmate.

Even if he didn’t want one.

Zoë let out a heavy sigh, pulling him back into the world of the present. “Every morning I wake up with a new number on my hand is another morning I question if you have the right idea,” she admitted, staring at her hand. “Soulmates are crap. I’m always half-tempted to call the number, tell her that he’s just going to find someone else, but what’s the point, right? Plus, it’s missing a digit.”

“Save a woman from getting her hopes up, probably. But, don’t worry,” Robbe remarked. “I’m sure he’ll get his head out of his ass soon.”

“Excuse me,” a voice remarked, over Zoë’s shoulder.

The two of them pivoted to find that a blond-haired man was standing behind them. The man was stunning, absolutely breathtaking as though he had been carved from stone. There was a black-beanie resting lightly on his head, covering the strands of white-blonde hair that poked out from the edge, and he had a pair of bright green eyes that were slightly hidden by the black-framed glasses on his nose. He was dressed in a pair of denim jeans, black converse, and a t-shirt with an artist that he didn’t recognize beneath his black hoodie.

Robbe felt his breath catch in his throat.

Looking like that in a hoodie, glasses, and a beanie was ridiculously unfair.

Especially to Robbe.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation,” he continued, pushing up his green bag further up his shoulder. “But, I need to check out this book for my art history class.”

“Of course,” Robbe replied, his voice cracking a little. There was a knowing look on Zoë’s face, a familiar eyebrow raised that she generally reserved only for Milan, as she shuffled to the side, taking the coffee with her. The man stepped forward, placing the book on the edge of the counter, and Robbe took the book from him, eager to make sure their hands didn’t touch. “Sorry about that. Do you have your id?”

“Yeah, it’s in here somewhere,” the man replied, digging his wallet out of his bag. He found it, handing it over to Robbe, their fingers brushing ever so slightly, almost like it was on purpose. Robbe felt a jolt shoot up his hand as he took the id in his hands, switching to the electronic check-out system, typing in his student id number and scanning the book. A name popped up. Sander Driesen.

Once Robbe had deactivated the electric security in the spine, he placed his id on top of the cover and slid it across the counter, “Here you go.” Robbe kept his hand on the other side of the book, making sure to pull his own hand away before Sander reached out to grab it. He took the book from the counter, grabbing his id and slipping it into his pocket. “It’ll be due on the 17th of next month.”

Sander sent him a grin, a slightly confident, slightly wicked grin, like he somehow managed to know the effect that he was having on Robbe and his already jumbled mind, almost as much as Zoë did. “Thank you, Robbe,” he remarked. At Robbe’s confused, puzzled look, Sander’s eyes dropped down to his chest and Robbe looked finding his nametag, wanting to slap his forehead. He glanced towards Zoë, who was still hanging off to the side with her chin against her palm, and Robbe thought he saw his eyes flicker down to her hand, recognition in his eyes, but then, Sander was smiling at her and saying to her, all confident and charming, “Sorry about interrupting your conversation.”

“It’s completely okay,” Zoë replied. “I was about to leave anyway.”

Sander moved off, grinning at her, and Zoë handed Robbe his coffee, a knowing glint in her eye as she boosted herself up over the counter to press a kiss against his cheek. He shoved her away, wiping away the residue of her signature red lipstick, and Zoë ran out the door, giggling all the way and promising to save him some leftovers from dinner. Robbe let out a sigh, trying to return to his essay on stupid soulmates, but found his eyes looking for Sander, who had disappeared.

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brezchez · 4 years

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My second fanfic, but my first Sanders Sides one! Prinxiety, with some implied Logicality but..... imma let you read for yourself and there's quite a bit of angst soooo, you have been warned. Anyway I hope you enjoy it 💖

Also, this will be part of a mini Sanders Sides one shot book set in a homophobic AU I'll be releasing on Wattpad, so expect angst... lots of it.

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Prinxiety, Human AU ❤💜

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TW: Implied homophobia, angst, swearing

Pairing(s): Prinxiety, implied Logicality

Word count: 1,133

Virgil stood under the apple tree, behind the four walls of shrubs and bushes and waited for his prince. Usually around this late hour of midnight, he would be exhausted and tired but excitement and eagerness held his eyelids open since this was a rare occasion where he would be able to spend time with Roman.

They first met each other during Sunday Mass at their local church. He had unknowingly been catching Virgil's attention every week and Roman usually sat at the front whilst he sat from behind, making it easy for him to stare for the whole hour. Then, one fateful day, Roman turned around and their eyes locked; they became enamoured by each other and the world around them froze for a split-second to allow the two a moment of subtle ecstasy. After the mass, they exchanged numbers and their relationship only grew from there.

They had more in common than they knew and discovered that they even worked at the same theatre; Roman was an actor and Virgil worked backstage. They seized every opportunity they had to share stolen kisses behind closed doors and fallen curtains and boy, was it, in Roman's words "ridiculously romantic" whenever they did.

Now, tonight was a rare occasion for them as they managed to find free time in their busy schedules to sneak away from reality's watchful eye. Suddenly, Virgil heard rustling behind the bushes. He stood up, his heart speeding up faster by the second and suddenly halting as his gaze met that of his love's. The two men stood still as statues from shock and joy for a few seconds before lunging and embracing each other lovingly and tears spilled everywhere.

Not a second after they pulled away from the hug, Roman quickly leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend square on the lips. Virgil smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Roman's neck as Roman ran his fingers through the emo's hair. The kiss was passionate, stained with salty tears of joy and lasted for a few beautiful minutes. They finally pulled away for air, grinning and Roman let out a hearty laugh before they returned to the hug.

It had been far too long.

They moved over from underneath the apple tree to the grass and Roman sat on the ground beneath the stars whilst Virgil laid down and leaned his head on his lap. The two started their conversations, informing each other about their lives and slyly and frequently slipping in flirtatious banter in the conversations.

The silver jewels above danced for their small audience and Roman soon joined his beloved on the grass and stargazed with him. He intertwined his fingers with Virgil's causing him to shudder at the sudden contact. He had forgotten how soft Roman's skin was and how gentle and safe it felt to hold his hand.

"You know the most vivid memory I have of this place?" Roman's question snapped Virgil out of his reminiscent trance.

"What?"

He turned around to lay on his stomach, Virgil following his actions, and pointed to apple tree.

"Our first kiss there," he turned his head and as the blues met the browns, Roman offered a warm smile towards his love. Virgil returned it and placed a soft, sweet kiss to his boyfriend's tender lips.

But something wasn't right.

"Virgil, my love," Roman cupped his face and stared intently into the cinammon brown marbles the world called eyes, "What's wrong? I could feel the sadness you masked with a kiss."

Virgil looked down then turned around back to facing the twinkling stars above, "I just... couldn't help but think of Patton and Logan."

Silence blanketed them both and Roman turned around to lie on his back again too. He searched for Virgil's hand and held it comfortingly.

"I just... why are they there? They're being punished for simply being who they are? It's bullshit. It's not right. I don't... I don't... I... I just miss them... so... much." Tears began welling up in Virgil's eyes and his voice started breaking, shattering Roman as he watched the scene before him unfold. He pulled Virgil to sit up and held him, trying to comfort him but soon he started crying too. In all honesty, he had no idea what to say since he'd be lying if he said that they were okay when there was a high possibility that they weren't, so he only held his fragile boyfriend who sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

They cried for a while at the thought of missing their closest friends and when things had slowly calmed down, Roman held Virgil's cheek. Both men's eyes were red from crying.

"I miss them too. So much. Just thinking of what they could be going through makes me sick. I don't understand how their parents could do that. But..... what can we do?"

They hung their heads in defeat and pressed their foreheads against each other.

Roman eventually looked up, lifted Virgil's chin and forced a smile.

"At least we have each other."

Virgil's eyes started to fill with even more tears and he lunged forward, embracing his boyfriend in a tight hug, desperately wishing to never be given a reason to let go.

The walls of bushes concealed them from the cruel world outside and allowed them to have these incredibly precious few robbed moments together. These inanimate groups of leaves seemed to be the only things in the world who spared sympathy for the boys.

All Roman and Virgil wanted to do, was be with each other, all day, all night. To love each other without fear and be accepted for simply being themselves.

But they were two rainbows in a black and white world.

If they dared to be themselves, they would find themselves in the same situation as their best friends. So they would constantly live in fear and worry, but as long as they had each other... that was all that mattered.

The two slowly broke away from the hug and laid down in the luscious green grass, watching the show the stars hosted exclusively just for them. Virgil rested on Roman's chest and their fingers were intertwined together once more. He released a contented sigh and absorbed the scenery. Yes, they would eventually have to return to their dreaded reality and yes, it may be months before they would be able to share a moment like this again, but at least they had now, and now was all that mattered.

"Virgil, promise me," Roman looked down to the only person who seemed to give a damn about him, "That whatever happens, whatever shit they throw at us, no matter how big the rocks they will chuck at us will be, you will never stop fighting."

Virgil smiled reassuringly,

"I promise."

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itsfrenchfornothankyou · 4 years

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My Fics- masterpost

sanders sides:

When darkness turns to light

taking place after the events of POF this fic is exploring the relationship between various sides and their functions within Thomas, the story of how Anxiety and Deceit fell apart, and how maybe all of them can be a family together, including Janus

(Platonic all round), multichapter, incomplete

My DLAMP soulmates human au idea

might write this someday, but for now have a concept

Epiphany logicality 500 words

Fallen Fridges do not make good igloos dadceit au, Janus deserves a break 1k words

Two Hearts, Entwined as One logince, Roman meets a fae Prince in his dreams, 3k words

All the Stars in the Sky Could Not Compare intrulogical, Remus tries to figure out how best to annoy Logan, 1k

solangelo:

a night (for one of us) to remember

a short one shot where Will gets drunk and comes home to the wrong apartment (sequel in the works)

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fivesevenseveneight · 4 years

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Second Chances: Part 3

First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Word Count: 1215

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Deceit (referred to as Dee) and an OC named Alastor

Pairings: Deceit x OC, eventual anxceitmus

Warnings: toxic relationship, swearing

A/n: I am so excited to share this chapter! Honestly, it’s my favorite so far. (Deceit is one of my favorite characters, so that’s probably why.) Also! Deceit (Dee) is nonbinary in this au because I’m the writer and I can do what I want. Also, I included an OC in this one because I love all the canon characters and I didn’t want to make any of them unsympathetic. Okay, I’ll stop talking and let you read now. But first!: as always, please let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist or if there’s anything else I need to put in the warnings. And another shoutout to @iosonnounpanne for being my beta reader. Ily ❤️

Dee knew that love wasn’t real. At least, not the kind of love that was soft and sappy and all butterflies and rainbows. Love couldn’t be like that all the time. That’s what everyone said, wasn’t it?

Just because you’re soulmates doesn’t mean everything is always going to be perfect. Love doesn’t look like it does in the movies. Fighting is normal. You’re just being paranoid.

Dee didn’t have a lot of friends (or any friends, the voice in the back of their mind would chime in) to ask advice from when things weren’t going well with their soulmate. But that was fine. Dee had Alastor and they didn’t need anyone else. Besides, they were used to being on their own. Dee has never gotten along well with their parents, and hadn’t spoken to them since they turned eighteen and moved out. Making friends in school had been difficult, and it wasn’t helped by the large birthmark covering half of their face that had quickly gotten them labeled as the school freak. But Alastor had never seen them that way. He was kind and patient and charming and sweet… at least, he was when they’d first met. And he still was. Of course. Obviously. He was the only person who really loved Dee, so he had to be. Right?

But oh, he was so wonderful when they’d first met. He was beautiful and perfect and reckless in all the best ways. That day was the first and only time Dee had ever felt those glittering sunbursts of pure love that they’d been chasing ever since.

The two of them had met in a coffeeshop on a rainy Sunday. (Yes, Dee knew how clichéd that was. But around their soulmate, life had really felt like something out of a fluffy fanfiction.) Dee was sitting at one of the tables—you know, the really high ones, with chairs that seem about as tall as you? Well, most people probably didn’t think they were that tall. But most people weren’t as short as Dee. They were studying for an exam (they were 22 at the time, and had just started law school) and had papers and books strewn about the table. Dee was so lost in thought that they almost didn’t notice the sharp thud of one of their textbooks hitting the floor. Dee muttered and cursed under their breath, then hopped off the chair to retrieve the wayward textbook. But they forgot to take into account the height of the chair, and the fact that it had been raining all day, resulting in much less friction on the floor than Dee had been expecting… In short, Dee ended up on the ground with a sharp pain in their right hip. Dee groaned and cursed some more (not under their breath this time).

“Are you okay?”

It took a moment for Dee to realize that a stranger was talking to them.

“Do I fucking look okay?” Dee snapped.

The stranger didn’t reply, just offered out a hand. Dee took it, albeit reluctantly, and the stranger pulled Dee up. It was only when Dee was fully reoriented that they noticed the stranger staring at Dee’s hand, still in theirs, with a look of shock and awe on their face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

The stranger didn’t answer. Instead, they turned over Dee’s right hand so it was facing palm-up, and turned up their own right hand the same way. On both of their palms was the image of a slithering yellow snake. The two of them stood there for a moment, too shocked to say anything, until the stranger (who was no longer a stranger and never would be again) broke the silence.

“It’s you.” Dee’s soulmate had a wide, goofy grin on their face. It was so stupid and ridiculous, and Dee fell in love with it instantly. Right then, Dee knew that this was the person they wanted to spend forever with.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

The two of them exchanged names, phone numbers, and preferred pronouns (Alastor is such a pretty name, Dee thought). Then Alastor bent down and picked up Dee’s book, still on the floor.

“Can I buy you a coffee?” he asked.

Dee laughed breathlessly. “Yes. Yes, you can.”

The two of them spent the rest of the day together, just talking and laughing. Dee never wanted it to end. That day was so perfect and magnificent, in a way that no day ever had been or ever would be again.

But not every day could be that perfect. Real life didn’t work like that. Dee told themself that over and over again, as many times as it took for them to forget or just not care so much when things with Alastor were not good. But sometimes… sometimes things weren’t just “not good”. Sometimes things were bad. Really bad. Sometimes, when Dee was being really honest with themself—and they usually weren’t—they let themself wonder if there had been a mistake. If the universe had screwed up and matched the wrong two people. But they always silenced that thought as quickly as it arrived. Of course not. Of course there hadn’t been a mistake. They were soulmates, plain and simple.

Fighting is normal. You’re just being paranoid.

You’re just being paranoid.

He’s just tired. He’s had a bad day. He needs some alone time. He still loves you.

You’re just being paranoid.

Dee and Alastor didn’t fight all the time. That’s not to say that they never disagreed or got angry with each other—they did, quite often actually. But Dee had learned to hold their tongue in most instances. It was easier just to stay quiet and let him win. He always won fights anyways, in the times that Dee was too angry and fed up to keep quiet. Besides, Dee really hated fighting. It made them sad and angry, of course—but also scared. Scared of the way Alastor’s voice got loud and sharp, of how he moved just a little too quickly, and of how he seemed to tower over Dee, making them feel much smaller than they usually did, and far more vulnerable than they were comfortable with. During fights, Alastor didn’t feel so much like a soulmate anymore. Instead, he felt like a stranger again. But not the nice stranger Dee had met in the coffeeshop, the one who swept them off their feet and turned their whole world upside down. No, during fights he felt cold and angry, like someone Dee never would have wanted to meet.

But he wasn’t. He wasn’t a stranger, and Dee had met him—they’d fallen in love with him. Alastor was their soulmate. That bond didn’t just disappear. They were bound together forever. That’s how it worked. It was fate, or destiny, or something like that.

Just because their love was written in the stars or whatever, it didn’t mean that it was always going to be perfect. But that’s what love was, wasn’t it? Sticking it out, through the good and the bad? Dee could deal with the near-constant fighting, even if it made them sad and angry and very, very scared. Because, in the end, Alastor was still their soulmate, still the sweet, charming man they’d met in that coffeeshop…

Right?

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