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bilgisticallykosher · 4 years

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Well, not so bad, really

This idea has been in my head for a while, and I decided to just do it. This is set in the @sanders-sanctuary-au universe, check it out if you haven’t, based on this post.

Look out for the Trogdor reference!

Characters: Sympathetic!Deceit (Deacon), Roman, OC

The OC is not anyone I put much thought to, I just needed a tiny to be there. So, OC up for grabs if you want? Just remember one thing: abandonment issues. Also, I wrote “you” which apparently threw me back into Homestuck so hard that I decided a quirk was needed. Hence “Well, X, really,” being scattered throughout.

Word Count: 3,614

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You lurch as you’re roughly expelled from your habitat. Well, cage, really, but you’d always thought of it differently. It had been spacious, yet furnished well, and had a homey sort of feel to it, overall. It helped, of course, that you had been in your owner’s bedroom.

Well, ex-owner, really. You tumble into a hand of an employee of some sort, you don’t know who. You’d been permitted to be out of your habitat, but weren’t given free reign of the whole place. You successfully suppress a noise as you finally realize that your ex-owner isn’t even the one who’s going to bring you over to get rid of you. You unsuccessfully suppress a strangled sob at the thought that the one that you lived with for all that time was getting rid of you.

Literally strangled, because whoever’s got you is clutching you none-too-gently around the middle in a fist. You feebly try struggling in the grip, as you’re walked over to a dilapidated, wrecked area, and you can see evidence of other humans with other tinies having been there. Then, suddenly, you’re swathed in shadow. A very man-shaped shadow.

You make another strangled, frantic sound as your movements increase. You don’t know why you didn’t think about this possibility in the drive over here. Sure, you’d overheard the conversation about your ex-owner wanting to get rid of you. In fact, you’d heard them say that they would be giving you over “to whoever would take” you and hadn’t that just been the finishing arrow through your heart of an already heartbreaking conversation? Still, you’d just thought it would be to another owner, which was still pretty bad. Well, devastating, really.

Your breathing constricts as the hand around you does the same, and your eyes rise up and up to meet those of the man in front of you. You mean, he was The Shadow Man. Although, you’d also heard that maybe, he was the shadows. Um.

But he was still- looking at you, and he’s visibly unhappy, and you think the employee might be talking, even if you can’t hear it over the sound of your panicked breathing, rapid heartbeat, and gathering tears. He nods at the employee, sparing you one last glance, well, frown, really, before turning to your captor.

“That’s right, no fee, just a tiny that you never have to concern yourself over again.” He laughs then, as you shiver and quake at all the implications that statement holds. It’s a deep, unforgiving laugh, and you wish not for the first time that your ex-owner had been the one to bring you here. Maybe there would have been a final burst of sympathy, and at this thought you start crying anew, because you’d really thought you were friends.

Maybe your ex-owner had been good at pretending, maybe you’d just deluded yourself. Either way, you’d take any other option over being given to this scary man, with his promise of unimaginable cruelty.

Although, you seem to be doing a pretty good job of imagining it right now.

The employee thrusts you forward, and you see The Shadow Man reach into his cloak to pull out a cage. It had someone else in it already.

It was another tiny, of course it was, and he looked terrible. His outfit was a mess of what looked like patched together rags, and he was filthy, and he staggered around his cage when it was steadied.

The employee audibly cringes, which covered up your own noise of horror. You don’t know if he was like this before, or if he’d been in The Shadow Man’s possession for some time today, or maybe even a few days.

“Oooohhhh!“ He moans terribly, and The Shadow Man looks down at him, sneer of a grin faltering for a moment. “OOOOHHHHH!” He wails again, flinging an arm over his head as he bends backwards. You blink through your tears, nonplussed, until his cage is shaken, and you wince. It didn’t look like a hard shake, but it must have been, because he falls to his knees before falling forward. The arm holding you lowers slightly.

“You’re sure you want another one? You, uh, still seem to have a live one there.” The Shadow Man whips his head back around at the employee, expression an outright leer as he takes a step closer. The employee shivers, obviously almost as intimidated as you are, although you’ve stopped crying now, and you feel the hand around you tighten.

“I’m sorry,” he clearly wasn’t, “I thought you were interested in getting rid of a tiny, no strings attached, but if you’d rather play chauffer trying to find someone else to take it…” He made as if to cover the cage again, the tiny getting to his feet again, and you can feel the hesitation in the employee, whether from the threat or distrust you don’t know. Well, don’t care, really. You look up, trying to catch their attention, maybe there’s a little hope for you, after all? And then the tiny in the cage speaks again.

“Yes! Go take your tiny elsewhere!” He presses himself to the front of the bars, clasping them tightly. “Nobody else should face what I’ve faced!” You blink again. The words seem right, but…

He flings his arm over his head again. “The horror! The terror! The trrrrragedy that is my existence!“

…but you can’t help but feel like that accent isn’t real. And he definitely trilled that word. And maybe it’s just you, but that definitely sounds like he’s exaggerating things, which considering that he’s in The Shadow Man’s clutches, he shouldn’t have to.

Not to mention, why would he bring a tiny that he had in his lab, or chamber, or whatever. Not that you doubted what he was capable of in his twisted head, but the whole thing was odd. Well, suspicious, really. And he kept posing, you mentally tack on, watching the tiny in the cage clasping his hands together, arms length over his head.

"Every day is a new, different definition of agony!” The Shadow Man’s cruel look is still there, and you’re uncomfortable when you look at it, but you also notice that he appears to be sweating under his hat. He gives the cage another shake like before, but this time the tiny inside doesn’t react. “Unimaginable acts of violence and unspeakable-” you watch as he cuts himself off, mouthing ‘horror, terror, tragedy’ and you realize that he’s listing off the words he’s already used as he counts them on his fingers. “Twisted trauma!” The Shadow Man gives the cage yet another shake. He ignores it again.

“Truly, his lack of compassion and empathy can only be matched by his creativity for the cruel, his verve for the vile, his capacity for the callous, his enthusiasm for the-!” He stops again, having gotten louder with each accusation, once again mouthing and counting to himself. The Shadow Man takes it upon himself to give him a few small shakes all together, and now that you’re looking, you can actually see that they’re really quite gentle shakes.

He actually stumbles a bit this time, and he rubs the back of his head, turning to the side and outright glaring at The Shadow Man. He turns back to the front, before he contorts his face into something that reads almost like horror. The Shadow Man relaxed minutely, shoulder muscles coming down where you hadn’t realized they’d been tense. Your eyes narrow.

Something’s definitely wrong. And you have no idea what they’re trying to do. It seems like they’re trying to convince someone of something, but you’re not sure who, or of what. You wonder if they’re somehow working together, and you want to dismiss it, because why would any tiny work with The Shadow Man? Unless, maybe it was to save themselves, but why would he have acted like that to save himself? You can’t connect the dots.

You feel the employee make the decision, then, pushing you forward as The Shadow Man opens the door to the cage, and you realize a second too late what’s going to happen, and all that you can do is to close your eyes and prepare. He grabs you, and you wonder if your ex-owner ever even liked you, after all, as you prepare yourself for what’s certainly the beginning of your end.

You’re expecting a large degree of roughness, and so you’re shocked when you’re kept in a loose grip. Certainly nowhere near as tight as the employee had on you, and while you can’t escape (where would you even go?), you can’t exactly consider this being constricted.

The Shadow Man moves you, placing you into the cage with what feels like an equal amount of care as he held you. Your ex-owner hadn’t even been this gentle when handling you. Of course, you’d liked the contact back then, as opposed to the stomach-churning terror that you feel now. As he removes his hand from the cage, you turn around, watching the employee turn around, walking back to the car, already on the phone.

“Yeah, I took care of it.” It’s the last thing you hear of your old life, before the car door slams. The cage door closes after, mimicking it with a horrible finality. The Shadow Man’s expression is hidden to you, and you don’t even care to look for it. He moves then, walking around an alley corner that you hadn’t even seen, and you spot his car. You sigh, and jump when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. You turn to see the other tiny smiling genuinely at you.

You immediately find this suspicious.

The Shadow Man enters his car, placing the cage down in the seat next to him, throwing the both of you off balance and buckling the cage in, throwing you off mentally. His expression is serious, and he shuts the door, walking around to his side. You take the opportunity to curl up in a ball in a corner as far away from him as possible, and you hear him start the car in absolute silence. You’ve only been driving for a minute, when the other tiny speaks again.

“So,” You raise your head from your knees to see him clap his hands together. “I think that went well!” You stare at him, well, gape, really, because there’s so many things that decidedly did not go well. Your heartbeat picks up, now sure that he’s working with The Shadow Man with how casually he’s speaking to, and looking up at him. He’s confident.

The Shadow Man, on the other hand, turns his head, briefly, to look at him with his eyebrows raised before turning back to the road ahead.

“Oh,” he drawls, “is that what you’d call it?” You think he sounds annoyed, which cannot possibly be a good thing, whether the tiny’s on his side or not, so you simply can’t imagine why the other rolls his eyes, walking closer to him.

“Oh, come on, Dee.” You can’t help but note with some degree of smugness that the voice he’d been using before definitely wasn’t his normal voice. The one he was speaking with now seems much more fitting. You almost miss that he referred to The Shadow Man by another name. “It went great! We got in, we got out, nobody got hurt. It was perfect! What’s got your hiney so whiny?"

Your eyes widen in horror. You have absolutely no idea what’s happening, and no idea what either of them is planning, least of all with you. The Shadow Man snorts.

"Yes, I wonder. The increasingly ridiculous posing that you did looked very natural ” He lightly drums his fingers on the steering wheel. “Not to mention that accent that you put on. Oh, and of course, I’d be remiss to not compliment you on your overdramatic tendencies back there, which definitely screamed genuine distress."

He glances over at the tiny as he stops for what seems like a red light, a smirk growing on his face. The tiny has crossed his arms, and he huffs, meeting The Shadow Man’s glance, dead on. You wildly try not to consider that phrasing as being funny. The Shadow Man’s grin just grows. Somehow, it seems different than the sneer he had back where the employee had- back there. He tugs his gaze away from the tiny, car moving forward again.

"Well, I still say-”

“Why, Roman, I’m not done praising you yet!” He places a hand on his chest, the mockery of offense, the other still on the wheel as, Roman apparently, perks up a bit hopefully.

His hand returns to driving. “Your best performance of the day was when you actually,” he inhaled, all traces of amusement gone, “went over the adjectives that you’d used previously, counting them off in front of that schmuck. Twice.” Roman gasped, startled out of his position.

“You saw that?!” His mouth hangs open slightly. He looks away from the pseudo-eye contact, “I thought that I was being subtle.”

“As an elephant attempting ballet.” Roman gasped, turning back to The Shadow Man with another glare on his face.

“First you insult my acting skills, and then you call me fat?!” Now Roman’s hand was flat on his chest in what seemed like actual offense.

“No, that’s not-”

“Well I’ll have you know that I was great! Sure, maybe a pointer or two would help, but not from you!” Roman pointed at him. “You clearly have no taste anyway. Just look at your costume,” that…was an odd choice of word. “I know you’re going for a big, scary thing,” he wiggles his fingers, and your mind is firing off signals that this is crossing into dangerous territory now. Well, has already crossed, really.

Roman twirls himself around slowly, “but mine does the job, and looks great.” You’re prompted by his words to look closely at the clothing he’s wearing. They’re definitely ragged, but the stitching is good. You squint slightly, and notice that the dirt all over it looks to be vaguely hand-shaped.

Roman turns his head then, making eye contact with you, and his glare falls off, before he smiles, wide and toothy. You want to run away from him, but your back is already pressed against the bars of the cage which you note in your hysteria, are soft.

“I know,” he takes a step forward, your eyes widening. “I’ll just ask our new friend, here!” You tense, looking back and forth from him to The Shadow Man, who has also tensed.

“Roman, I’m not sure that’s a good idea-” his face is expressionless, eyes on the road, even as Roman cuts him off.

“Oh, tish tosh, mister posh! You just know that I’m right.” He keeps advancing now, and you want to close your eyes to brace for whatever’s about to happen, but you’re afraid to look away.

The Shadow Man keeps stealing glances at you while he drives. And then you focus on Roman, who’s right in front of you. “Hi,” he greets.

You make an unintelligible noise in response.

“I was just wondering, what exactly did you think of my obviously convincing performance?” He’s looking at you, eyebrow lifted, face eager, too close, so you glance away to look at The Shadow Man again, who is definitely paying attention, even though he’s not looking. His shoulders and face are tense, is he worried that you won’t give the right answer?

But, you don’t know what the right answer is. Which means you’ll probably give the wrong answer, but you have to give some answer. You don’t know what to say, but it’s already been five seconds, so you say the only thing you can possibly think of under all this stress.

“You mean, you weren’t that bad on purpose?” you blurt out.

Admittedly, you’re not the best under pressure.

There’s absolute silence for one second, two, three…

The Shadow Man bursts into laughter. This time, you flinch, and then you watch Roman’s frozen smile shatter off of his face. He turns towards The Shadow Man, and you can’t see his expression anymore, but he stomps over to the original side of the cage that he was on.

“Shut up! No, stop laughing immediately!” You feel something odd happening with the car, like he’s turning, until you feel it stop. You see a lot more trees when you look up, and The Shadow Man moves the lever in the middle of the car as he releases the wheel.

He pulled over to the side of the road.

You still have absolutely no idea what’s happening. But at least he’s still laughing?

“Oh my- That was-!” He struggles to get a sentence out through his mirth, and he wipes a tear away with his gloved hand. Roman turns back your way, and you stiffen up, but he just goes out a door that you hadn’t noticed. He marches straight up to him and gives him a swift kick right above his elbow. This only makes him laugh harder, doubling over, gripping his stomach.

Roman crosses his arms and huffs, tapping his foot while he waits. Eventually The Shadow Man seems to calm down, laughter stopping. He puts a hand on his chest as he adjusts himself, and exhales, still smiling.

“Are we finished?” Roman’s voice is steely.

“For now.” The Shadow Man responds. Well, purrs, really. “I’m ready to drive again, at least,” he gives Roman a meaningful look at that, amusement still lacing his tone. Roman turns and walks stiffly, back straight into the cage again, shutting the door behind him.

He gives you a once-over with his eyes as The Shadow Man does, indeed, start driving again. You look back at Roman, briefly, before averting your face, nervous about what he’s going to do to you now. You still feel his gaze on you. You hear him walk around, pause, then come towards you. He clears his throat and you look up.

He’s holding a water bottle for tinies. He doesn’t look angry, in fact, he rubs the back of his head, giving you what seems like an awkward smile.

“Here. For you.” You slowly take it, almost as if you expect it to be a trap. Roman’s smile grows as you take it, and you gingerly place it down next to you all while watching him. He clears his throat again. “Sorry. I was supposed to give that to you earlier.” You blink. You’re beginning to re-think your initial thoughts on this whole situation. “I just want to let you know that you’re safe now. You- you don’t have to worry about the people that you came from. Or going to other humans. We came to rescue you from that life. Really. If you want.” There’s something about his tone that makes things start to click together in your mind. All the things that you’d expected out of today, especially after The Shadow Man showed up.

Roman gestures to a spot near you. “May I?” You nod, and he smiles brighter, more sincere as he sits down next to you, giving you a comfortable amount of room between you two.

As The Shadow Man continues to drive, Roman tells you all about the sanctuary for tinies, for borrowers. He tells you about what they do, who they are, and even what he was supposed to have accomplished by his being here in the cage. By the time he’s done explaining everything, you’ve reached your destination. The Shadow Man parks before coming around to your side. When the door opens, Roman stands, shuffling out of the door, and in front of him. He clears his throat.

“I, uh, I’m sorry for kicking your arm,” he’s not looking directly at him, only out of the corner of his eye. The Shadow Man smiles back at him, face relaxed.

“It’s alright.” He holds out his hand, palm up as Roman looks up at him now. “I’m sorry for kicking your pride.” Roman gives a short, loud laugh, and climbs up onto his hand, reaching his arms up. The Shadow Man carefully lifts him against his chest for a few moments. You decide to open your water bottle to take a few sips.

They separate, and you get up, walking towards the cage door while Roman is being transferred to his shoulder. You lift your leg to get out, hesitate, and look up The Shadow Man. He looks back at you and blinks, eyebrows raising.

“Ah.” He shifts in his spot. “I didn’t call ahead for medical help, because you didn’t seem to need any, so we don’t have anyone meeting us.” He shifts again, adjusting his hat. He’s nervous, you’re shocked to realize. “I can get someone else from inside, though, to carry you. It doesn’t have to be in the cage, either! All the humans inside are very capable of being gentle.” He points with a thumb towards the building that you see in the distance, straightening up. “Shall I…?”

You’ve already made up your mind.

“Actually,” you reach your arms up, and The Shadow Man turns to look at you, surprise evident on his face. “I think that hug looked pretty okay?” You abruptly remember when your ex-owner showed you affection, before abandoning you.

You wonder if maybe you’re pushing it, but then you see and feel yellow gloves slowly cradle around you, and you look Dee in the eyes. You smile at each other, and as he hugs you, you think that you’re going to finally be comfortable somewhere.

Well, happy, really.

#my stories #roman sanders #janus sanders #sympathetic!deceit #infinitesimal!sides #original character #sanders sanctuary au #g/t!sides #g/t sides

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foursideharmony · 5 years

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Tina Talks Tinies!

Author’s Note: This is a little something I wrote to go with the @sanders-sanctuary-au, to illustrate what I imagine the mainstream discourse around “tinies” to be like. . It’s not exactly fanfiction...it’s a fictitious advice column such as might appear in a hobbyist magazine for “tiny” owners. The columnist “Tina” (itself a pen name, of course) answers people’s questions about these fascinatingly humanlike pets.

Warnings: Just the premise of the AU--a world in which fully sapient people are treated like domestic animals.

Dear Tina,

I found the loveliest little doll dress for my tiny in a toy store, but she won’t wear it! Even if I force it onto her, as soon as I leave the room she squirms out of it and goes and hides in her tent because she’s naked. What is the best way to correct this behavior?

Sincerely,

Frustrated in Phoenix

Dear Frustrated,

I don’t say this very often, but in this case, it’s your behavior that needs correcting. You should never put doll clothes on a tiny! Even if they appear to fit perfectly, doll clothes are not made to be worn by living things and therefore have not been tested for comfort. Some are even not safe for prolonged contact with delicate skin. According to vets, improperly made clothing is the #1 cause of skin conditions in otherwise healthy tinies. Your tiny “squirms out” of the dress because not only is it unpleasant to wear, but the fastenings are made for your hands, not hers. Please, only give your tiny certified safe clothes to wear.

If you can’t bear the thought of her not wearing the dress you found, see if your area has a tiny tailoring business. Most of them will make custom clothing based on examples you show them. They might also be able to alter the doll dress for better comfort and change out the fastenings for ones your tiny can manage on her own.

--Tina

Dear Tina,

Is a tiny a good pet for a thirteen-year-old boy? Our son has asked for one as a bar mitzvah gift, but we’ve never had a pet in the house before and we know next to nothing about the subject. Yahoo Answers isn’t much help because everyone has a different opinion.

Yours,

Undecided in Newark

Dear Undecided,

Thirteen is a great age for someone to get a tiny, because most of them become “household-ready” at about the same age. It’s like having a miniature best friend that lives in your room with you! Additionally, tinies work well as first pets because they are intelligent enough to see to most of their own needs, so it’s not a huge leap in responsibility for a young person. As long as you supply a tiny with adequate food, water, sanitary conditions, and enrichment items, they are practically maintenance-free. There is no litter box to scoop and no need to take a tiny on time-consuming walks.

All that said, of course you know your own son best. Pet ownership inherently entails some responsibility, and if he isn’t prepared to take it on and you aren’t prepared to take up the slack, it’s best to go with a non-living gift like the traditional pocket watch.

--Tina

Dear Tina,

Can tinies read?

Love,

Curious in Wisconsin

Dear Curious,

That’s a very good question, and the answer is…nobody knows! I get letters every year from people who claim their tinies have learned how to read a few words, such as the labels on food containers, but so far there have been no scientific studies to prove it one way or another. If the question ever does get settled, you can be sure to read about it in Tiny World, so keep that subscription up to date!

--Tina

Got a question about tinies for Tina? Email her at: [email protected]

#fanfiction #sanders sanctuary au #sanders sides

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infinite-hearts-333 · 3 years

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CLICK FOR QUALITY! Jannie baby y’all~!

Puppet LÎĘS

(Puppet! Janus)

🐍 First to die

🐍 The tallest, and heckin FLEXIBLE

🐍 Compulsive lier

🐍 The music box is actually IN his chest

🐍 Loves kids, is known to carry one around in his arms during the day, to protect them from him

🐍 S Q U I S H Y

🐍 Loves to sing, and has made lyrics to his music box

🐍 Doesn’t attack the guard, just torments them with lies: “JOKES IS BEHIND YOU~!” (He isn’t)

Roman - Remus - Janus (Here!) - Patton - Virgil - Logan - ??? -

feel free to ask questions about the AU!!

#sander sides #Janus sanders #♾ art #SNASS AU!#seven nights at sander’s sanctuary au #FNAF #Puppet! Janus #tw crying #TW blood #TW death

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perfectlittlelady · 5 years

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anxiety | Virgil & Creativity | Roman & Deceit & Logic | Logan & Morality | Patton & Thomas Sanders Characters: Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF), Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Deceit Sanders, Sleep | Remy Sanders, Dr. Emile Picani, Joan Stokes, Talyn Additional Tags: Birds, Bird sanctuary, Bird AU, literally no one asked for this, My First Fanfic, Sympathetic Deceit Sanders

The budgie was grateful for the perch, as it meant he wouldn't be confined to a cage, or have to balance on his human’s shoulder all the time. He decided earlier that the left one would be his usual perch, as that was Thomas’s dominant hand and, therefore, the one most likely to give rubs and pets. The right one would be reserved for visiting friends and those needing extra attention, though he would concede his own under special circumstances. The food and water bowls attached to it were filled, and his feathers were even and clean. All ready for the day! Thomas, on the other wing, was not.

-A few people expressed interest, so I figured why not?

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #patton #logan #roman #virgil #deciet #dr. emile picani #remy #joan #talyn #birds #bird sanctuary au #ao3 #birds of a feather #my first fanfic #give me feedback!#btw this got flagged because of the word peacock

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nightmaresides · 5 years

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Late Nights

This is for my OC in the @sanders-sanctuary-au she doesn't say anything but she just exists. Now existing in the @fanders-sanctuary-au

It was 3 in the morning, Jazz always had trouble sleeping since she was given to Aaron. She huffed before shuffling out of the woolen hat she took out of Hum-Thomas' room and started wandering, maybe some exercise might help.

She made it as far as another room when she noticed the kitchen light on and whimpering. Finally! Thomas shows his true colors!

Jazz crept into the kitchen to see a tired looking Thomas holding a tiny and froze when he spoke to them, "It was a bad dream, it's okay. They won't get you, we'll protect you."

Jazz felt a little disappointed, but she dashed it when she saw the person in Thomas' hands. They were a little kid, she sighed before coming closer to Thomas.

Seeing movement, Thomas looked down and smiled. He moved to sit on the floor, knowing better than to loom over the Tiny.

"Hi Jazz, sorry if I woke you." He whispered, "You can go back to bed if you-Jazz?"

Jazz had begun to climb Thomas, despite her instincts yelling at her to do as he said, she had to calm the child.

Once she reached his hands, she ignored the familiar feeling of standing on a limb of a living giant, and walked straight to the child.

She scooped them up and began to hum the Mario theme song, she may have also ignored the way her hair followed Thomas' intake of air.

By the time she was done, the child was asleep and Thomas was standing up to take them to bed.

"Thanks for calming them Jazz, I also think you have a pretty humming voice."

Once the two Tinies were put to bed, Thomas began registration to make Jazz an official Companion/Comfort Tiny.

#thomas sanders #giant/tiny #jazz (oc)#not from finally #borrower!jazz #sanctuary au #pet au

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fangirlwriting-stories · 3 years

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Masterpost

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Fangirlwriting/works

I’ll post new stories onto this blog along with my AO3 account. The ones here are posted oldest to newest while being seperated by category.

Also, this is getting very long so it’s going under a cut now! Have fun with that!

One Shots:

The Place You’re From, With New Colors: Virgil adjusting to life away from the dark side and finding traits he recognizes in the core sides.

Wonder: Logan reading Roman’s stories, based on this picture by reptilian-rapscallion: https://reptilian-rapscallion.tumblr.com/post/628721665372831744/the-one-where-logan-reads-romans-writing-this-is

We’re A Candlelight Dinner Under a Gas Station: Intrulogical story with ghost hunting.

Sanctuary: High School AU, Remus overhears Roman saying he wishes he was an only child.

Only the Good Die Young: Roceit fic inspired by the song of the same name, because it fits them far too well.

That’s What Heroes Do: Based on Ptolomeia’s story No Choice At All, linked in the story. Major Character Death trigger warning.

Missing Morals: The one where Patton goes missing and Janus definitely isn’t worried at all. Moceit.

The Unloved Side: Remix of LostyK’s fic Choose A Side, linked in the story.

Bribery and Extortion (and Other Ways to Make Friends): High School AU, Remus making friends after his parents somehow get the idea that he’s lonely.

Unsympathetic Thomas Sanders: Remus writing some crack fic.

Failed Escape: Remus cheers up Roman after Putting Others First.

Drugged: Janus proposes by putting an engagement ring in Virgil’s milkshake.

Muffled Scream: Virgil and Remus playing as kid sides.

Put Down Your Sword, Pick Up Your Pen: Logince royalty AU. Roman is the son of a war-obsessed king.

Torn Instincts: Remus being unsure who to help after Putting Others First.

Realizations: Thomas realizes that Janus loves him.

All For You: Virgil realizes how much Janus loves Thomas.

I’ve Been Expecting You: Janus tries, and pretty much fails, to pull a prank on Virgil.

A Kind Of Understanding: Remus' decision to babysit a kid for a couple nights to earn some extra cash ends up getting him in over his head when the kid tells him that he’s not a girl, like the parents told him.

Double Dog Dare You: Shenanigans result from Janus, Virgil, Roman, and Remus playing a game that Roman and Remus came up with as kids.

Stay Alive (For Me): Virgil gets kidnapped by the serial killer Janus has been tracking down.

Lie to Me: Janus and Virgil have a conversation about why their relationship doesn’t work anymore.

To Be Wanted: Roman decides he has to start going after what he wants, even if the others hate him for it.

I Told You That I Love You (Please Believe Me): Roman asks Janus why he still hates him.

Things That Happen At 5AM: Essentially just the “I thought you were dead hug” prompt with Creativitwins.

Important to Him: Janus assumes Thomas wants him to leave Remus behind now that he’s accepted him.

How to Keep Your Boyfriend From Scaring Off Your Customers: Remus is being very irritating and Thomas wants him to stop, so he finds a way to shut him up.

Carnival Thoughts: Thomas having intrusive thoughts and trying to hide them from Remus.

How to Survive Thanksgiving: Fake Dating Thomceit fic where Thomas asks Janus to come to his Thanksgiving dinner.

Conclusions: Prequel to “Things That Happen At 5AM” about how Remus and Roman came to believe the other was dead.

Rebuilding Home: Sequal to “Conclusions” that deals with the aftermath of that fic.

Still A Brother: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Roman telling Patton and Logan about Remus.

Family Reunions: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Direct sequel to “Things That Happen At 5AM.”

Survival Mode: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Janus’ parents find out he snuck out of the house and punish him when he won’t say why.

Fears and Commonalities: Virgil can sense Janus is afraid very often lately and doesn’t understand why.

Meeting the Family: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Roman takes Patton and Logan to meet Remus.

Planning Session: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Janus explains to Remus and Virgil the best way to help Roman, Patton, and Logan.

Tainted Memories: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Remus wakes up in a bad mood on a day that used to be really positive.

Heart to Hearts: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Remus takes Roman to the train that Janus showed him years ago.

Time To Rest: Thomas wakes up sick and Janus takes care of him.

Leftover Perks: The first Valentine’s Day after Virgil leaves the others and breaks up with Janus.

Short Stopped: Virgil and Remus are kidnapped and displayed as exhibits.

How To Make Up For Abandoning Your Family: The three dark sides clear the air.

Adaptable: Remus gets away from his abusive family for the first time and tries to convince Janus to hurt him. Trigger warning for mentions of past abuse.

Smirks and Smooches: Virgil wants to be the one that flusters Janus for a change.

The Beginning Of An End: Roman tries to make a deal with Janus to end a century-long war.

Parental Reunions: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, The Roman and Patty reunion.

Realizations and Readiness: Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU, Logan and Patton realize Vitalen is messed up.

To Care Is To Hurt Is To Stay: Roman realizes Virgil cares after what he does in FWSA.

What Happens When You Assume: A little bit me going off on the fandom’s opinion on Patton after POF.

Complete Me (Please): Prinxiety Soulmate AU where Roman badly wants a soulmate and Virgil badly doesn’t.

Anything: Janus will do anything for Thomas, and he considers what that means after doing something he can’t come back from.

Well This All Went According To Plan: Virgil and Janus pretend to get married after the billionaire they invite says he’ll come.

Hope With Me: My story for the 2022 Big Bang! Janus and Patton go on a roadtrip and argue about humanity as they go.

Jumping The Gun: Remus does what it says on the tin. Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU.

Alone: Roman decides it’s high time to tear his own life apart for the heck of it. Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU.

To Create A Living: Roman adapts to Thomas shifting careers. He does a very good job, except for all of the ways that he doesn’t.

Loose Ends: The fic where Virgil’s dying so he and Janus finally talk.

Rest: The final fic of the Presumed Dead Creativitwins AU.

Nothing But Proud: The fic where Remus is Thomas’ uncle and reassures him it’s okay to be gay.

Self-Contradiction: The fic where Patton has a breakdown because he has to deal with two difficult jobs, and it sucks for him sometimes.

Early Shifts Are Best Followed By Cuddles: Sleepy Virgil gets cuddles from Janus and Roman.

A Want Of Clarity: Remus’ opinions on the callback and Selfishness vs Selflessness.

I Choose You: Roman and Virgil talk about how things fell apart between the mindscape.

The Importance of Intentions: Remix for “All the Wrong Reasons, and a Few More” where Logan finds out what’s been going on.

Fault and Forgiveness: Patton and Janus talk about how things happened with Roman.

You Had to Be There to Get It: Thomas relates to the dark sides in a way that he can’t relate to the core sides for once.

Preventable Yet Inevitable: Roman and Janus get into a relationship bad for both of them and many consequences follow.

Flowers and Feelings: Some (unofficial) flower language hurt/comfort between Patton and Roman.

Short Stories (more than one chapter but not terribly long):

You’ll Be Back, Soon You’ll See: Janus reflecting on his feelings after Virgil leaves the dark sides, interpreted through the King George songs from Hamilton.

Consequences: Virgil trying to figure out how to duck out.

Apologies: The one where I gave Thomas an abusive boyfriend and made it Janus’ problem. Trigger warning for abuse, obviously.

Assumptions: Me pushing my Aro Roman and Ace Remus agenda.

Misery: Virgil has to deal with a dark side that he normally doesn’t that makes him question some things he really shouldn’t have to.

Star-Crossed: Soulmate AU where Janus and Virgil fall in love despite not being soulmates.

These Unprecedented Times: Thomas meets Janus as the first side during the middle of quarantine.

Fight Or Flight: Flight has to try and keep himself and his only ally, Justice, alive against a side that absorbs other functions for the heck of it.

What You Don’t Know Can’t Hurt You: Janus taking abuse from other dark sides in place of Remus and Virgil, and Virgil finding this out from him.

Different Kind of Love: Remus is struggling to accept being aromantic, and Roman is overworking himself to a ridiculous degree. Then they bond.

Virgil’s Guide To Being An Older Brother: The fic where I push my big brother Virgil agenda because there is not nearly enough big brother Virgil out there.

One Chance To Make A First Impression: Soulmate AU, Patton’s first words on his wrist aren’t the nicest, and even though they weren’t meant, the affects of that have to be dealt with.

They Say You Can't Fight Fate (I Say Fucking Watch Me): Soulmate AU, Remus has words on his wrist that make people think he’s suicidal when he isn’t.

Before I Go: The AIDS fic that I did way too much research to write and entirely blame Rent for.

Long Fics (usually the ones I end up spending the most time on):

Three Minutes Less: Remus is offered a chance to save his brother by Janus the demon. Trigger warning for suicide.

Forgettable Secrets: Anxceit Superhero AU, Virgil can erase memories and Janus can detect lies.

By Any Other Name: Name Magic AU with amnesia, arguments, and anxceit.

Protector: Evil OC Dark Sides AU with core side Janus, wherein Virgil has to convince him to let Remus come live with all of them.

Series:

Creative Trade: Where I switch Roman and Remus’ places as dark and light creativity.

Welcoming Arms: Where I made the core sides the touch-starved ones instead of the dark sides.

Self Preservation: Virgil checks on the rest of the sides during a bad week of anxiety and realizes that everyone has forgotten Janus.

The Light: Three planned stories where Remus escapes from The Light and an abusive superior. Trigger warning for abuse.

All the Parts of Yourself You Hide: The Evil OC Light Sides Series. This is a link to the Masterpost of the series, just for convenience sake.

Not Sanders Sides Fics:

Everything Is Perfect: Encanto, Isabela thinks on her feelings towards Mariano before her proposal dinner.

Carrying Too Much: Encanto, What happens right before Luisa starts losing her gift.

To Save A Miracle: Encanto, Mirabel’s thoughts after she decides to save the miracle.

The Benefits of Listening: Encanto, Dolores reflects on her gift.

Attempts to Understand: Encanto, Camilo wonders why he doesn’t understand his family.

Expectations: Encanto, What happens to freak Antonio out before his gift ceremony.

A Little Easier: Encanto, Julieta comes to a realization about how she should use her gift.

Clear Skies: Encanto, Pepa ruminates on the ways her gift can limit her love.

Time To Leave: Encanto, Bruno’s thoughts as he makes the decision to leave.

Seeing Worth: Encanto, Agustín’s experiences as a giftless member of the Madrigal family.

Appreciation: Encanto, An exploration of Félix’s love of building others up.

To Keep A Miracle: Encanto, Alma deciding to do whatever it takes to keep from losing her miracle.

The Choosing of Favorites: Encanto, Casita absolutely doesn’t have a favorite, and she ruminates on why it’s Mirabel.

Curses, Confessions: The Owl House, How Eda told Raine about her curse.

He’d Rather Have Known Her: Amphibia, Sprig’s feelings about missing Anne after she leaves.

He Told Me: Encanto, Isabela realizes that Bruno’s prophecy means something different from what she’d thought.

The Day That You Arrived: Helluva Boss, Stolas meets Octavia for the first time.

The Wrong Way To Solve Your Problems: Arcane, Vander considers the way that Vi is learning to fight.

Ground: Roleslaying With Roman, The one where I give Noise a character study chock full of angst.

The Upkeep Of A Balcony: Roleslaying With Roman, An exploration of Youngblood and Noise’s relationship throughout the years under the premise of a balcony.

You’re Gonna Carry That Weight: Roleslaying With Roman, 5+1 fic of Roman carrying Noise and one time Noise carries Roman.

The Only Thing: Arcane, Vi thinking of Powder in Stillwater.

Happy Noises: Roleslaying With Roman, The fic where Roman tries to make Noise laugh.

Midnight Promises: Roleslaying With Roman, Youngblood is interrupted in the middle of the night when Noise returns from a mission injured.

Denied Reconciliation: Roleslaying With Roman, Noise dies before he can reunite with Youngblood.

Prove It: Roleslaying With Roman, Noise learning to fight again with limited visibility.

First Impressions, Or Something Close To: Roleslaying With Roman, Roman’s thoughts when meeting Noise.

Injuries and Idiocy: Roleslaying With Roman, Noise gets badly hurt and Youngblood yells at them about it.

Shirts Are Stupid: Roleslaying With Roman, Noise gets his horns caught in a shirt.

To Fluster A Noise: Roleslaying With Roman, Noise explains that they’re not used to compliments.

Simple Conversations: Roleslaying With Roman, Roman and Noise and Youngblood talk about their relationship.

Far From Final Thoughts: Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Jake’s thoughts as Doug Judy is being arrested in season 8.

Rocky Relationship: Roleslaying With Roman, Roman gives Noise the walkie-talkie rock.

Not Quite Nightmares: Roleslaying With Roman, Youngblood and Noise do some trauma-bonding.

Same Conclusion: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the fic where I push my aplatonic Luster Dawn agenda.

Mistakes and Worry: Phineas and Ferb, Ferb accidentally gets hurt while building and it causes Phineas to think about what he’d do without him.

Confessions and Rejections: Phineas and Ferb, Isabella confesses her crush to Phineas, only for Phineas to tell her that he’s aromantic.

Sometimes an Evil Scientist Makes for a Good Employer: Phineas and Ferb, the fic where Doofenshmirtz’s background singers all love him.

Sibling Bonding: Phineas and Ferb, childhood sibling bonding for Phineas, Ferb, and Candace.

(Not) A Thing of Importance: Roleslaying With Roman, the Blood Red Song soulmate au fic.

Car Problems and What Causes Them: Phineas and Ferb, The Flynn-Fletcher car reaches it’s breaking point and it comes with some realizations for Phineas and Candace.

One of My Biggest Heroes: Phineas and Ferb, Phineas tells Candace who his biggest hero is.

For Good: Across The Spider-verse, Gwen finding out her dad is going to die.

Amanda: Phineas and Ferb, everyone meeting Amanda for the first time.

First Blood: Danny Phantom, a No One Knows AU where Danny is stuck with Freakshow for a lot longer without Sam and Tucker.

A Need For Defensive Weapons: Danny Phantom, No One Knows AU, Danny finds out about what happened to Sam at Circus Gothica.

Movie Night: Danny Phantom, No One Knows AU, Danny Sam and Tucker have a movie night.

Chess Master: Danny Phantom, No One Knows AU, Tucker and Sam meet Vlad for the first time.

Per Spectral Shift: Danny Phantom, Maddie Fenton dies in a ghost fight gone wrong, and goes on to realize many things she didn’t understand about ghosts by becoming one herself.

Late Night Problems: Danny Phantom, No One Knows AU turned Everyone Knows And That’s The Problem AU, Immediate aftermath of Chess Masters.

Training: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, the non-immediate longer term aftermath of Chess Masters.

The Foundation of the Scientific Spirit Club: Danny Phantom, How Maddie came to believe in ghosts, tied in to how Maddie and Jack met.

Downward Spiral: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, the one where Sam and Tucker start hurting Danny on purpose.

How To Cross Lines You're Unaware Exist: Danny Phantom, obligatory vivisection fic!

Drop Off: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Sam and Tucker Are Not Okay The Fanfiction!

Family Talks: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Danny gets let out of grounding.

Newbie Frustrations: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Valerie meets Vlad, Sam, and Tucker.

First Fight: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, the first fight between Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Valerie.

New Start: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Danny and Valerie spend time together.

Dam Still Holding: Danny Phantom, really just an excuse for Tucker and Danny to be soft together.

Under A Full Moon: Avatar The Last Airbender, I toss Zuko into the Puppetmaster episode and watch the chaos.

Game Night: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Jazz starts trying to talk to her and Danny’s parents.

Unexpected Connections: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, the fic where Vlad pisses off Valerie and Danny can relate.

Defense: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Sam finds out Danny and Valerie are friends and Tucker deals with the fallout.

Growing Closer to Revelations: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Danny and Valerie get closer, and Valerie’s identity reveal fic.

Easier When Unknown: Danny Phantom, Phic Phight fic with a No One Knows AU that gets switched to an Everyone Knows AU after a huge reveal.

Next Fight: Danny Phantom, Everyone Knows AU, Jazz learns the Valerie updates.

#masterpost #my fic

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august-anon · 4 years

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Let’s Hang Out

Hey y’all!!! It’s Pinapple’s birthday today!! And today also marks 365 days until she rejoins us on tumblr! If y’all have any birthday wishes you wanna make sure she sees, feel free to let me know and I’ll text them to her for you! I hope you all (and she lol) enjoy this!! Also this is vaguely human AU lol

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship(s): platonic Prinxiety

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Virgil, Ler!Roman

Word Count: 2084 words

Summary: If Roman was going to (albeit accidentally) ignore him, then Virgil was going to ignore Roman right back. He just didn't expect the consequences that followed.

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Had Virgil known what an afternoon hanging out with Roman would entail, he would’ve said no on the spot. As much progress as they had made with their friendship, Virgil was not in the mood to hear Roman belt out musical theater songs at the top of his lungs. He’d rather they just sit down and pull up a bootleg or something, but Roman was ever brimming with energy and a song in his heart or whatever the heck it was.

But that didn’t mean that after the 18th song Virgil was still going to be paying attention. He came here to hang out, not be sung aggressively at as he tried to relax in Roman’s cluttered room. Instead he lounged on Roman’s bed, far more plush than his own, having made a nest out of pillows to comfortably relax in as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He barely even noticed when Roman’s singing trailed off.

“Are you even paying attention?” He asked with a huff.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, not bothering to look away from the screen. “Look, I tried to keep with it, but after the 6th song when you hadn’t even said a word to me, I kinda just decided to zone out.”

Roman huffed again, flopping onto the bed and earning a glare when it jostled Virgil’s nest. “I cannot believe this! I invite you in, invite you to listen to my glorious voice, and you deign to not pay attention to me?!”

Virgil shrugged. “It was cool at first but like, I’m here to hang out.”

Roman stared. “And what is it that we were doing?”

Virgil glared back. “You ignoring me to sing.”

Roman pouted and Virgil went back to his phone, switching through apps at the speed of light because none of them captured his interest for more than a few seconds. They sat in silence for a few moments before Roman crawled closer to the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Virgil hummed, scrolling.

“Can you ever forgive me, oh dearest Stormcloud?”

Virgil scrolled.

“Virgil. Hey. Come on, I’m talking to you!”

Virgil scrolled, though there was the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips that he was desperately trying to fight down. Roman gasped theatrically, swooning into the pillows along the edge of Virgil’s nest.

“Your revenge is swift and unforgiving, I have seen the error of my ways. Let’s do something else, now, I promise it’ll be better!”

Virgil continued to ignore him.

Roman whined, poking at Virgil’s calf where it rested near his head. “Give me attention!”

Nothing. But Roman was not to be deterred.

Roman continued poking at him, probably hoping to annoy him into stopping his new little game, but Virgil had siblings, he was a middle kid, it wouldn’t be that easy to crack him. He had trained for this his whole life. He sat there, stoic and unmoving as Roman jabbed his finger into Virgil’s leg.

Except then the jabs moved up Virgil’s knee and thigh and he barely kept it together. He took in a sharp, but quiet, breath as the finger jabbed his hip. He couldn’t stop his body’s jerk when the finger darted into his fleshy side. Roman paused.

“You good, man?”

Virgil almost, almost, opened his mouth to answer. But he was stubborn and absolutely unwilling to lose this game, so he kept his mouth glued firmly shut and opened tumblr for the umpteenth time, hoping to find an actual distraction in it this time.

Roman hummed, taking his lack of response as him being fine, and continued poking. Unfortunately, he continued poking away at Virgil’s upper body, and he couldn’t help but jerk away at every single one, having to fight harder and harder to repress his smile and hold his building giggles at bay.

Suddenly, Roman chuckled evilly. “Oh, I know what’s going on here.”

In a mad escape attempt, Virgil chucked his phone at the beanbag across the room and tried to lunge off the bed after it. His phone made it safely to his intended sanctuary, but Virgil himself was caught by arms around his waist, pulling him back to the bed. His nest was near destroyed in the following scuffle, both boys wrestling with all their might to gain the upper hand. There was one mortifying secret that Virgil was determined to keep to himself, but if Roman managed to pin him he wasn’t sure he would be able to.

And then Roman cheated by squeezing at his sides, making Virgil bark out a few startled laughs and go almost limp in Roman’s arms, and he was easily pinned to the bed. Roman straddled his hips, pinned his hands under his knees, and grinned down at him like the cat that had caught the canary.

And Virgil was certainly feeling like a canary right about now.

“Let’s talk about this,” Virgil blurted, tugging at his hands. He sucked in a breath as Roman rested his hands back on Virgil’s waist.

“Oh, now he wants to talk!” Roman said bitterly, though his bright grin contrasted with the words.

“Yup--yup, definitely want to talk! Or, uh, or you could sing again! I’d be perfectly content listening to you sing!”

Roman raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, humming thoughtfully. “Splendid idea, Virge, but I’d much rather hear you sing.”

Virgil didn’t have time to squeeze in another protest or plea as Roman’s hands immediately dug back into his sides. Virgil tossed his head back against the pillows and laughed, not bothering to hold back anymore now that one half of his secret was out.

Because see, Virgil would try his hardest to make it seem otherwise when it came up, but Virgil rather liked tickling. Giving or receiving, he found it to be rather fun, but he was loathe to admit that to any living soul. So much so that he was even using dramatic words like “loathe,” when that was more Roman’s style.

“See?” Roman said cheerfully. “We’re hanging out! I’m paying attention to you!”

“Princey!” Virgil cried out as Roman’s hands crawled up his ribs.

“Yes, Doom and Gloom? Though you’re rather the opposite right now, I suppose. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh so much!”

“Please!”

Roman’s grin sharpened. “Please what? Please… tickle you more? My pleasure!”

Virgil shrieked as the hands slithered up and buried themselves in his armpits. He couldn’t help the series of snorts that followed, unfortunately always triggered by being targeted in that sensitive spot. He felt his face go red.

Roman laughed above him. “Oh my gosh, that’s adorable. Do you have any other fun sounds?”

“No!” Virgil lied. Well, he wasn’t sure if it was a lie. He certainly didn’t get tickled often enough to remember, he just could never forget those embarrassing snorts, hard as he tried.

“Methinks the emo doth protest too much!”

Roman switched from wiggling fingers to scratching nails in the center of his hollows and Virgil’s thrashing renewed, snorts that had somewhat died down returning with a vengeance. Virgil shook his head and tugged on his arms, using what little slack he had to pin them to his sides as tightly as possible.

“Alright, alright,” Roman chuckled. “I’ll move on.”

Virgil prepared for the worst, assuming that “moving on” meant going for the next most obvious spot: his stomach, the worst of them, but to his surprise, the torturing hands did not appear on his belly. No, they appeared on his thighs, squeezing and digging into the muscle without abandon. Virgil launched up into a sitting position, nearly crashing his head into Roman’s collarbone, letting out a startled cackle.

“Ooh, good spot?” Roman asked cheekily, as if Virgil would actually answer.

Just to be contrary, he did. “No!”

Roman’s tickling faltered as he laughed again, but quickly resumed. “If this isn’t a good spot, I fear for you when I do find one!”

Roman continued to torment his legs, leaning back even further to squeeze at his kneecaps. Virgil kicked out and cursed through his giggles and swore to make Roman regret this, but he wasn’t exactly all that threatening when red-faced and laughing, dimples jumping around joyfully. Eventually, Roman granted him a break, and Virgil sucked in deep, greedy breaths, watching his hands warily as he collapsed back onto the bed.

“Tell you what,” Roman said. “You tell me where your worst spot is, and I promise I’ll go easy on you.”

Virgil stayed silent as he debated the pros and cons of the situation. Easy meant he was likely to get out of this sooner without revealing that he actually desperately wanted it. Easy meant tummy tickles and then freedom shortly after. Easy meant having enough energy to make good on his threats immediately.

But not giving up the information meant Virgil would get what he’d wanted for a while, now: to be well and truly wrecked.

“Taking a while to answer there, Wiggles and Giggles,” Roman said, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. “Could it be… you don’t want me to go easy on you?”

Virgil was too caught off guard to lie convincingly. “What?! No! What? You’re insane.”

Roman didn’t miss a beat. “Tell me your worst spot and I will go after it immediately and absolutely not go easy on you.”

Virgil hesitated. “You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked quietly.

“Weird?! Of course not! This may just be the cutest thing in the world!”

Virgil’s mouth twisted as he blushed and looked away, but he relented. “Stomach.”

Roman’s hands were immediately pushing up his shirt, rubbing against his stomach. “Aww, someone has a ticklish little tummy?”

Virgil squirmed. “Shut up.”

Roman grinned. “Why, does it make it worse?”

“Shut up!”

Roman shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Then he took a huge breath, attached his lips to Virgil’s stomach, and blew. The raspberry echoed through the room, but was quickly drowned out by the sound of Virgil’s screaming cackles. He thrashed so hard that he finally got his arms free, clutching desperately at Roman’s shoulders as another strong raspberry was placed on his belly.

“Roman!” He practically screamed at the third.

“What?” Roman asked. “I thought you wanted me to shut up!”

“Plea--” His cry was cut off by a new wave of laughter as a fourth and final raspberry vibrated through his stomach.

Roman wasn’t finished, though, clearly, as his hands came up to knead at the sensitive skin. His laughter got more frantic and wheezing the closer Roman got to his belly button, and he was torn between wanting Roman to notice and wishing he never would. Apparently, though, the universe was out to embarrass Virgil as much as possible, because Roman noticed.

“What do we have here? A little button demanding to be pressed?”

“No!!” Virgil said, you know, like a liar.

“I think that’s a fake no,” Roman said, “so I think I’ll press this button.”

Virgil did scream when Roman’s finger dug into the little divot. It wiggled and scratched and vibrated into the horribly sensitive place until Virgil thought he would go absolutely mad with how badly it tickled. As much fun as he was having, though, Virgil was quickly running out of stamina and breath. He slapped lightly at Roman’s shoulder.

Roman understood, pulling back immediately and rolling off Virgil. Virgil curled in on himself, still laughing for long minutes after the tickling actually stopped. When he’d finally calmed down, Virgil sat up and ran a hand through his destroyed hair, surveying the mess they had made of the bed.

“You have to help me rebuild the nest.”

Roman laughed. “I would love nothing more. Wanna watch movies on my laptop, after?”

Virgil shrugged, only half listening, fully focused on recreating his perfect pillow nest and napping through the rest of the afternoon. “Sure.”

Roman started gathering the pillows that had been kicked to the floor. “Look at us! Bonding, learning new things about each other, building nests because one of us is a weird bird-cat hybrid… Quite a successful hang-out if I do say so myself!”

Virgil chucked a pillow at his head with a grin.

The nest was reconstructed in record time and Virgil immediately burrowed into it with three newly stolen blankets, watching from his cocoon as Roman pulled up Disney Plus on his laptop and clicked play on the first thing to show up. They were both asleep within minutes.

Quite the successful hang-out indeed.

#tickle fic #My writing #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #ticklish!virgil #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #platonic prinxiety

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sanders-sanctuary-au · 4 years

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Eating ice cream for the first time. Virgil and Patton.

(instantly fails the “three sentenc” part of these prompts. also it’s my au and I can make ice cream angsty if I WANT to XD)

“What is that stuff?” Virgil asked, peering down into the trash can as Patton inspected a cardboard container.

“The humans call it ‘ice cream.’ They seem to really like it, so I wanted to check it out. Plus look, it has strawberrys on the box!” Patton said, running a finger through the pink, sticky residue on the edge of the package. He stuck the finger in his mouth, and his face brightened.

“Mmm, it’s sweet! Virgil, you gotta try this!”

Patton laughed as Virgil’s eyes went wide after trying a drop of the milky liquid.

“I like ice cream,” Virgil declared, and Patton couldn’t help but agree.

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“Here, Patton, try this.”

Patton looked up just in time to see Charles reach into his cage and place a tiny bowl of something on the floor. Not wanting to upset the old man, Patton picked the little spoon provided and took a small bite.

“It’s my favorite flavor,” Charles said. “I wanted to share it with you. Look, it even has little cookie pieces. Have you ever had ice cream before?”

Patton nodded, his eyes downcast.

“I have,” he said quietly. “But never fresh like this.”

Charles seemed pleased, and started telling a story about the first time he’d taken his wife Lorie out for ice cream when they were teenagers. Patton drew his knees up to his chest. He knew Charles had only been trying to be kind, and he couldn’t hold it against the old man, but all the same, he couldn’t bring himself to keep eating.

"Patton? What is it? Do you not like the flavor?” Charles asked suddenly, and Patton looked up.

“Oh...no, it’s good. I’m just not hungry right now.”

“You said you have had ice cream before? What’s your favorite flavor?”

Patton thought of his brother, and blinked, trying to keep tears from spilling over his eyes.

“Strawberry.”

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“That was delicious, thanks Thomas!” Patton said, pushing his plate away and grinning up at the human.

“Thank Dee,” Thomas said with a laugh. “I’d be lost in the kitchen without him.”

“Oh, come on, give yourself some credit!” Emile protested. “You’ve been getting much better!”

“After the spaghetti incident, there was nowhere to go but up,” Deacon countered with a smirk.

“Do I wanna even know what the ‘spaghetti incident’ is?” Virgil asked, and Patton’s heart leaped again at the sound of his brother’s voice.

It was real, he was real, he was really here.

“Anyway!” Thomas said quickly, ignoring the snickers from around the dinner table. “I think we should celebrate tonight, since it’s our first family meal with Virgil. Who wants ice cream?”

“Oooh, me, me!” Roman piped up, and after a chorus of agreement, Thomas went to the kitchen and returned with a carton of neapolitan ice cream.

“Okay, who wants what flavor?”

Patton looked over at his brother and grinned.

“We’ll take strawberry please!”

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“I can’t believe I finally got you, how incredible is that?” With human!Deceit and tiny!Virgil?

Warnings: Cages, treating a person as a pet, depression

Virgil was quiet as he was roughly transferred from the pen at the back of the pet store to a portable carrier. He didn’t bother shouting or trying to run, he’d tried all that before and it never worked. He stayed silent as he was run up at the register, kept his mouth closed as the woman behind the counter tried to convince his buyer to pick one of the other tinies from the front of the store.

“Really, are you sure about this one? We have this lovely, lively little fellow over here that I think would be just–”

“Thank you, ma’am, but that won’t be necessary,” the man interrupted with a silky smooth voice, holding up a gloved hand to quiet her protests. “I’m sure this one will do just nicely.”

The woman shrugged, before dutifully informing him of their thirty day return policy and handing over his receipt.

Thirty days.

Had Virgil ever even lasted a whole month with a human? No, he was pretty sure his record with a human was about three weeks before he’d been sent back. It was always the same complaint; he was too boring, too lifeless, to depressing. Nobody wanted a pet that would curl up and lie still in the corner of a cage, refusing to engage with its owner.

Whatever.

It didn’t matter to Virgil one way or another. Whether he wasted away in the back of a pet store or wasted away in the corner of some human’s living room, either way he was going to die alone in a cage.

A car door slammed, and Virgil jumped, realizing that his carrier had been set down on the passenger seat of the human’s car. The man fastened a strap over the carrier, buckling it in place before settling into his own seat and starting the car.

Virgil sighed, and leaned back, closing his eyes. Maybe he could catch a quick nap before he had to endure this new human going through the typical poking and prodding stage that every human apparently had to get out of their system when they first bought a tiny.

“Phew!” the man said suddenly, and Virgil winced at the loudness of his voice. Or maybe, sleep had been too much to hope for. “She totally wanted me to take you home, didn’t she?”

Virgil opened his eyes and peered up at the human who had bought him. The man’s eyes were on the road, but when the car came to a stop at a red light, he glanced down at Virgil and smirked. Virgil realized with a start that the man’s eyes were mismatched, one brown, one blue, and he found himself staring despite himself.

The man raised an eyebrow when he saw where Virgil’s attention was, and Virgil quickly looked away, not wanting to anger him.

“It’s called heterochromia.”

“Huh?” Virgil glanced back up, but the human’s eyes were on the road again as he continued.

“When your eyes are two different colors, like mine.”

“Oh.”

“But yeah, sorry about that lady, she sounds like she was a real treat to have as a caretaker.”

The man shook his head, annoyance clear in his voice, and Virgil frowned. Why did this human care so much about how nice the pet store employees were?

“Between that absolute peach of a worker and the fact that it’s way more difficult than you’d think to track down one specific borrower, I can’t believe I finally got you. How incredible is that?”

Virgil snapped his head up, his eyes wide.

“Did…did you say…borrower?” he asked. Distantly, he was aware that that was the longest sentence he’d said to a human since he first had been caught, but he was too distracted by the fact that this human had just called him a borrower. How long had it been since he’d been called what he actually was? It must have been…

“I’m sure you haven’t heard yourself be called that since you were initially captured,” the human continued. “But rest assured, Virgil, where we’re going, you won’t have to worry about being called a ‘tiny’ anymore.”

Virgil hadn’t thought it was possible for him to be anymore surprised after hearing a human call him a borrower, but the instant that his name crossed the human’s lips, he was proven wrong. All the other humans had tried to give him a name, and not ONCE had he ever been asked what he’d like to be called.

“How…how did you know my name?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, and the man smacked himself on the forehead.

“Dammit, Dee, you’ve done it again,” he muttered, before glancing down at Virgil with a sheepish expression. “Well, I was planning to ease into this topic a little more delicately, but I didn’t pick you out of that pet store randomly, Virgil. I’ve been looking for you in particular, for some time now.”

“I…why?” Virgil asked, bewildered, and the man, Dee, sighed again.

“Well, if I gave you all the reasons, we’d be driving all night, but here’s the short version. My best friend, Thomas, he has a big house out in the country that his Aunt Patty left to him. He discovered a couple of wild-born tinies out there, or borrowers, as we found out you’re actually called. He became friends with them, and they opened his eyes to a lot of the injustice that goes on in the Tiny Industries. He decided he’d put all that space out there to good use, and he built a little sanctuary for borrowers. It’s been running for about three years now, and we have half a dozen or so borrowers living out there that were rescued from the pet trade.”

“Okay…” Virgil said slowly, trying to keep up with what Dee was saying. It made sense, he supposed, though he’d never imagined a human would decide to take a borrower’s side on anything, let alone build an entire habitat for them. “So…what does that have to do with me?”

Dee smiled at him, and raised an eyebrow.

“One of those borrowers is Patton.”

Virgil sat up in an instant, leaning forward with wide eyes.

“You’re serious?” he asked, and Dee chuckled.

“See for yourself,” he said, putting the car into park. “We’re here.”

He got out of his seat, then came around to pull Virgil’s carrier out. Through the wire bars, Virgil could see fields that stretched out into rolling hills in every direction, what looked like fruit trees in the distance, and the reflection of sunlight off a pond.

All of that was just the background though, for the big, three story farmhouse that Dee had parked his car in front of. A human was standing on the front porch, and from what Virgil could see of his face, he was smiling.

“Dee!” the man called, and his voice was bright and full of energy. “Did you find him?”

“Yeah, Thomas,” Dee said with a grin, holding up Virgil’s carrier a little higher. “I found him”

Thomas clapped his hands, then did something that Virgil thought was strange: he held one hand over to his shoulder, palm facing upward. It didn’t make any sense at first…until they got a little closer and Virgil realized with a gasp that a borrower had been perched on Thomas’s shoulder and was now sitting cross-legged on the human’s open palm.

Thomas let the borrower off to stand on the porch railing, and tears sprung to Virgil’s eyes as he recognized his older brother. He hadn’t seen Patton since the two of them had been captured nearly two years ago, and had long since given up hope of ever seeing his brother again.

Dee set the carrier on the porch railing and had barely flipped open the door before Patton was rushing forward, tears in his eyes and arms outstretched. Virgil took the last few steps to meet him, catching his brother in what had to be the best hug he’d ever had in his life.

Patton was crying into his shoulder, gripping Virgil so tightly it almost hurt, but Virgil didn’t mind. His own hold on Patton was just as tight, the fear that this was all some impossible dream hovering at the back of his mind.

If this was a dream, it was one Virgil never wanted to wake up from.

Eventually, Patton pulled himself away, cupping Virgil’s face in his hands and scanning it, eyes wide and shiny with tears.

“You’re here,” he finally whispered, his voice breathless with wonder. “You’re really here.”

He pulled Virgil close again, and Virgil smiled as he buried his face in Patton’s shoulder.

“Yeah, Pat,” he mumbled back. “I’m here.”

Thomas and Dee watched fondly as the two borrowers reunited, then Thomas turned to Dee.

“You might want to visit the family room, Roman kept insisting I tell him when you got back.”

Dee rolled his eyes before shaking his head.

“He probably has a seventeenth draft of that script of his to show me. Alright then, I’ll catch you guys later.”

Thomas waved at him as he headed inside the house, then turned his attention back to the borrowers, who were still locked in an embrace. He smiled, and whispered,

“Welcome to the Sanders Sanctuary for Borrowers, Virgil.”

——–

A/N: Soooo this is an AU now XD I’ve wanted to write about humans who hated how society treated Tinies (borrowers) and established a sanctuary for them for the longest time, and never got around to it, until noooww! If you guys are into it, I’m going to start a sideblog/askblog for this AU, but until then you’re welcome to send me asks about the AU here! I’ll have more info about the other characters and what their roles are, as well as more fics coming soon, but for now, I hope you enjoyed this little ficlet and the introduction into the Sanders Sanctuary for Borrowers/Tinies AU!

Update: the sideblog is @sanders-sanctuary-au, check it out if you’re interested!

-Taylor

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iwrestlenow · 3 years

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Many More To Die, Chapter 9

TITLE: Many More To Die (Chapter 9)

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY: Logan tries to find another memory, and comes back with something bigger. Virgil opens up to Remus. More facts about the night of Logan's arrest come to light.

And Janus is definitely out to kill the necromancer--but Roman learns something unexpected when he discovers this plan.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), Moceit (Patton/Janus) and future Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: ...so I felt bad about the cliffhanger. >.> XD

Also, I forgot to mention in the last chapter that the words 'pari' and 'geni' were gender neutral terms I created for this world for Logan's parents. They're twisted up with Latin roots for 'parent' or 'creator' because his folks are nonbinary.

Extra apologies for this one because no beta and I just got eager and wrote this in one day. Send help. XD

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more…hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1033, A.A.

The first thing Logan noticed when he woke was the heat. Even with all the little luxuries he earned as a well behaved prisoner, he never woke up warm.

The memories were slow to trickle back to him through the haze of sleep, gentle rain splashing against the surface of his mind.

The assassination. The Green Man. The new quarters, his first private shower in ten years—soft spun cotton lounge clothes instead of the rough, drab, ill fitting uniform of the dungeon's prisoners.

Gentle fingers filled with strength laced securely through his. Strong arms, warm skin...

Logan opened his eyes, and found himself with his face tucked against the curve of a neck. Lifting his head with great reluctance, he found himself faced with a sleeping Roman.

The beauty of it nearly stopped his heart.

Loss had stripped some light from his features, worn them around the edges and haunted his eyes, but in repose his features were smooth and unburdened. He looked younger, surreal in his serene perfection. Something about the act of watching Roman sleep felt important...precious, even familiar...

Roman stirred then, and Logan acted without thinking, reaching out to smooth his fingers through Roman's hair. It was soft against his fingers, warm and silken and he repeated the gesture just for the pleasure of feeling it.

“...'lo?...”

“Hello, Roman.”

Roman hummed, and the arm Logan only just realized was wrapped around his shoulders tightened, pulling him closer against Roman's side.

“Lo.” he murmured, more confidently this time as he opened bright green eyes. “You're here.”

“It appears I fell asleep after our discussion. Apologies.” Logan replied, but could put no real conviction into the words. Something inside him...ached in a beautiful way he couldn't give words to. He didn't know what it meant...

For just a split second, his vision blurred, and Roman was younger, smaller, dark hair lightened by too much time in the sun...

...Logan's mind grew fuzzy again, but not with sleep. He recognized the feeling now, the haze of magic that let him reconnect to Virgil, to a fragment of his past...

The Loom of Memory. Roman spoke about it last night, telling his stories about them as friends—as kindred spirits.

“Logan?...”

Logan shifted to lay on his back, reaching for Roman's hand.

“Virgil restored one of my memories through a piece of personal magic I embedded in an object of power.” he explained, speech slurring just a little as his eyes grew heavier. “If...you took part in a ritual to give me...my power...”

“The Warping.” Roman murmured, rolling on his side. Gripping Logan's fingers tight, he looked down into Logan's face. Something about it tugged at the back of Logan's chest, something that was pulling him back into darkness again.

He could fight the pull. He did not try.

Gripping Roman's hand tight, Logan let his eyes shut.

“Hold on...do not let go.”

As he sank, Logan distantly felt warm lips brush his forehead.

“I never have. I never will.”

********** ...threads. Everywhere, itching, brushing, bothersome. This time, he pulled away from them, just a little. He flexed his fingers, and the shuttle was there, secure in his grip.

He tried to concentrate on seeing it this time. Pulling back, stepping away.

…there.

The loom was massive, the warp glowing softly with a gentle radiance that begged to be touched. Running his fingers over it, Logan sighed with pleasure—warm and whisper soft beneath his fingers, spreading through his hand and up his arm to settle in the core of his being....but loose.

The warp was too loose. Just a little tension was needed for a neat, tight weave.

Logan reached out to try and tighten the warp, but...something was wrong.

“...Logan?”

Who's there?

“Logan, it's me.”

...oh. I...

“Do you need help?”

I—I think so. I don't understand what's happening.

“It's okay—to be honest, I didn't understand then and I still don't. Just take what you need.”

I'll be careful this time.

“Don't worry about it. Just...don't leave me.”

I promise. In fact...will you stay?

“Stay? I...is that all right?”

I do not know—but there's only one way to find out. Help me, if you can.

He tugged gently at the thread—this time, it came smooth and easy. It was hard to do still—simply because it was so distracting, the ecstasy of handling it, letting the warp slide through his fingers and tug sweetly as he secured it to the loom—

When he was done, when it was ready...Logan set to work.

********** 1023, A.A.

Logan was so warm and so comfortable, he never wanted to wake up...but he knew he had to, for some reason.

Opening his eyes with a yawn, he turned his head—then grinned when he realized that Roman stayed.

There was something about seeing him in Logan's bedroom that felt secret and special: Roman, his Roman, with his face half buried in Logan's pillow and mouth slightly open as he slept. It wasn't a pretty sight: he drooled just a little, and he was laying on Logan, one arm and one leg thrown across his body, something he usually hated...

But Logan could feel his weight, his warmth. He was messy and heavy and too much...and he was tucked into Logan's bed, his fingers meshed tight through Logan's to rest on Logan's chest. This handsome prince, this good and loving and dangerously earnest boy that wanted with a ferocity that scared and dazzled Logan, eluded palace guard and the king himself just to help him. Just to stay.

Roman was everything good and just and right in the world. However, Roman was also two years older than him, he was royalty—and Logan was Necromata.

Secret and special was all Logan was ever going to get.

Staring into Roman's sleeping face for a few more precious seconds, he tucked the memory away somewhere safe in his mind and his heart before he gently squeezed Roman's hand.

“Roman?”

“Nnnnngh.”

“Roman. It's morning.”

“Nnnngh—guh? What?”

Roman came awake abruptly, and Logan's heart trembled at the muzzy confusion in his face. It made him want confusing, unattainable things, so Logan settled for smiling.

“It's morning. Sunrise—are you still okay?”

Roman nodded with a jaw cracking yawn, further upsetting Logan's already fragile, confusing state of mind by tucking himself forward until their foreheads touched. “Yeah, 'm fine. Remus'll cover for me 'till at least after breakfast. You?”

Unable to stop himself, Logan tucked their joined hands against his chest for a second, sealing the feel of it as deep as he could into his memory as he nodded. “Grandpap won't be back until tomorrow, and Pari lets me skip my morning chores if I'm studying.”

“Which you are, technically.” Roman pointed out with a smile, staring into Logan's eyes.

“Falsehood. I'm laying about in bed.”

Roman seemingly had no answer for that, and didn't respond—but also didn't move.

Logan couldn't bring himself to urge him into action.

“Where did we leave off last night?”

“Hmm?”

“The geneaology. How far did we get?” Roman pressed gently, a laugh in his voice that made Logan's heart tremble again.

Taking a deep breath, Logan managed to pry himself from the sanctuary of his spot tucked into the curve of Roman's body. Sitting up, he reached for the last book they'd been reading through before they gave up their research for sleep.

“We got as far back as King Thomas Cameron IV—the one who married the first Lord and Lady Stewards.” Logan explained, flipping to the right page. “They reorganized the line of succession for same sex and polyfidelitous families within the royal house of Sanders.”

“Right, right...Lady Valerie was the great granddaughter of Sir Edward, fifth cousin of King Thomas Roman I.” Roman mumbled, sitting up to peer at the book in Logan's hands. “Least the stories say.”

Logan fought a swelling of frustration as he flipped ahead a few pages. “Most of these are stories. Stories, lore, and speculation. There's no proof here—and there are a lot of missing records, which I find strange for a royal lineage.”

“Well, Father had some records sealed for privacy.” Roman admitted. “That's how I knew about Sir Edward. He was a mage of some power, but his family withdrew from the monarchy generations ago. They're no longer part of the line of succession, so their presence exists only in the Tomes.”

Logan hesitated, shutting the book in his hands. “The mage's histories? The ones kept at the Royal Academy library?”

“Yep—well, most of them.”

Logan looked at Roman sharply. “What do you mean, most of them?”

Roman's eyes went wide as he froze. Logan's pulse quickened.

“Roman? What do you know?”

Roman looked, for a moment, like he wanted to bolt...but then took a deep breath, gathered Logan's hands in his, and began speaking.

********** 1033, A.A.

Logan's eyes snapped open as the Loom dropped abruptly away, leaving him with an ache in the marrow of his bones and a chill he couldn't quite dispel. As he sat up, warm arms immediately encircled him, tucking him against a wall of fire that eased the chill and soothed the hurt away.

“Logan? Say something—are you all right?”

For a second, Logan just leaned into him and shut his eyes. It wasn't complete, vague and nebulous and full of holes, but a new memory was hanging loose in his head, barely attached. He could almost picture the room, a few snatches of conversation...but the feeling was the only part he was sure of.

Secret and special...good and right...

I loved him.

“Logan, please. What happened?”

Logan pressed his forehead against Roman's collarbone for just one more second, the sweet pulse of longing rippling through his bones, igniting an energy that was alien to him.

I love him.

“I am satisfactory.” he assured Roman, slowly straightening. He reached up to rub his head. “I...slept here last night?”

Roman nodded, his hand settling on Logan's shoulder, warm and heavy. “You don't remember waking up?”

“I...maybe? I was...the Loom.”

“You entered that trance again—you asked for my help, and I gave it. Like I did during your Warping, but this time my hand was glowing—like the last time you were channeling. You wanted to reconstruct a memory, did you succeed?”

Logan nodded, then shook his head.

Books...Grandpap...sun bleached hair, a special and secret cocoon in his childhood bed.

Flinching, Logan fumbled for Roman's hand, ripping it off his shoulder and squeezing hard.

“Roman.”

“I'm here, Starlight—what do you remember?”

“I...don't know. Just—my brother.”

“Virgil's not here.”

“I have to find him. Now.”

********** Virgil was going on twenty four hours wide, staring awake, and wasn't enjoying it.

Well...much.

Reluctantly following the crown prince through the lower levels of the castle, he hated to admit that for all his crazy, Prince Remus was kind of a fascinating guy. He was smart, yeah, but—more than that.

He was brilliant, in a way that was frightening. He babbled with barely any coherence, went off on tangents, talked to himself, but there wasn't a single wasted word. He talked about his brother with perfect devotion, discussed violence with absolute reverence, and spoke about death like...

Like he was Necromata. In between the stories he shared during the night—stories about Roman's secrets, three years of carrying on an ilicit friendship with Logan—he went off about Virgil's people with a flawless understanding of who they were and what they were about.

All while revealing, with all his stolen knowledge, that he didn't know jack shit about them. Everything he ever learned was heresay and speculation, but...but through the stories he saw the foundation. Remus was a quintessential outsider, but the respect he showed for the Necromata made Virgil ache inside.

Fuck, Remus actually gave him a little hope for the future.

“This way—this is where I found Roman after it happened.”

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Virgil jogged to catch up with Remus. “We don't have a lot of time, Remus—Logan is supposed to try and resurrect your father this morning.”

“Yeah, yeah—we have an hour, I know.”

“Two.”

“What?”

“Two. The sun will be well above the horizon then—doesn't do anyone any favors to be too prompt when it comes to making sure the Barrier is closed, unless you want to end up with someone else in your father's body.”

Remus glanced at Virgil over his shoulder—then snickered.

“Could be funny.” he decided, ushering Virgil ahead of him. “Through this door—this is where I found Roman the night your brother was arrested.”

“Where was he? I never realized he was anywhere near us when we got caught.” Virgil huffed, shoving the filthy, heavy wooden door open to emerge into a dingy stone tunnel.

“Before this castle had lower levels beneath this one, this was meant to be a sewer.” Remus explained as Virgil took a few more steps into the tunnel. “It's on some early plans for the palace, but hardly anyone remembers it's here. I got nosy when I was six and found it—Roman and I have used this to get in and out of the palace undetected since we were little.”

“He must've told Logan.” Virgil muttered, peering up at the grate overhead. Above him, through the bars he could see scattered straw—the inside of an empty dungeon cell. “That's how he got us in here.”

“You were here that night?”

Virgil turned to face Remus, smiling a little without any humor in it. “He didn't tell you about that, huh?”

Remus shook his head in silence.

Virgil scoffed, turning his gaze upwards again.

“Not all that surprised. Hell, maybe he didn't know I was here, either. I wasn't supposed to be...truth be told, I was always certain that I was the reason Logan got arrested. It's why I tried to get him out.”

“What were you, four years old? What were you doing here, and how could you have been behind it?”

“I was nine.” Virgil replied quietly, unable to tear his gaze from the grate of the cell above him.

“And I was here because a Weaver needs his Spider.”

********** 1023, A.A. The tunnel was absolutely terrifying—dark and wide and squat. Grandpap would have to double over to walk through it, big as he was.

Virgil did not want to be here. He wanted to be home in bed with his blanket, listening to Grandpap's bedtime stories about the Before Times and the wicked king that was slain, plunging their tribe into eternal darkness.

Logan was here, though—and a Spider had to stand with his Weaver. Protecting Logan was his responsibility now, and he couldn't let his big brother down.

“...find the book in the office...”

Voices, up ahead. Echoes carried down towards him, making Virgil flinch hard enough that he stumbled and fell.

Silence. More voices, garbled and echoing...

A hand on his collar, dragging him to his feet.

“Virgil, what in the name of the Seven Hells are you doing here!”

When Virgil landed upright, he came face to face with the shadowed features of his big brother, blue eyes glimmering in the barely there light.

“What are you doing here, Logan?” Virgil shot back. “You snuck out without me! You're 'posed to bring me on important stuff, I'm your 'Pider!”

Logan spun around, as if he were about to address someone—but then froze. His shoulders hunched the way they always did when he forgot to thank the spirits of the ancestors at his altar every morning, nervous and unhappy.

Turning back to Virgil, Logan narrowed his eyes.

“This isn't Weaver stuff, Stormcloud, so you can't tell anyone. Especially not Grandpap.”

“I swear on the 'Pider's Thread, Loganberry.”

Taking a deep breath, Logan nodded. “Okay...okay, you can come. You'll actually be helpful to find...never mind. Just do as I say, and don't ask questions. I can't answer them?”

“Why?”

Logan raised a warning finger at him.

“Don't. Ask. Questions.”

Virgil slammed his mouth shut, but didn't argue as Logan took his hand and led him down the tunnel and into the palace of the king.

********** 1033, A.A.

“What part of the palace did you hit?” Remus asked.

Virgil shrugged. “Not sure. It was dark, I was nine and terrified...I've tried to track it since I enlisted, but haven't had much luck. All I know is it was somewhere in the lower levels 'cause that's how I found the tunnel and got away. Wasn't near the dungeons either, not really—when we got caught, Logan steered me towards a lit, open door. It was some kind of office, and I found an open grate that led me to it.”

Virgil faced Remus again, pointing upwards. “This is under the dungeons, but you said this was where you found Roman after Logan's arrest?”

“Yup.” Remus replied, popping the 'p' sound at the end. “Near the end of this particular tunnel, down here.”

Virgil glanced behind him, in the direction Remus pointed, Turning back to the prince, he jerked his chin in that direction.

“Let's go.”

The pair fell into step beside each other, easily matching pace. Remus was a little taller than Virgil, so he was slowing down to let him keep up. Virgil didn't appreciate it.

He didn't.

“You know, Roman didn't help you get in here. I did.”

Virgil turned sharply towards him. “You're fucking with me.”

“Identical twins? In a poorly lit room, you can't make out the streak and the 'stache, Sweet Cheeks.”

“But...why?”

“Because you were trying to help your brother, and mine couldn't. Help you, that is.”

“Why couldn't he? Why did he admit to doing it?” Virgil asked.

“Did he actually admit to anything last night?” Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

Virgil opened his mouth...then closed it.

“Not outright, no.” he realized aloud. “But why couldn't he help?”

“Virgil!”

The sound of that voice, echoing off the walls of the tunnel, was a flashback in time. For an instant, Virgil was nine and terrified again, being led into Souls Knew What by his big brother...running for his life and trying not to choke on his sobs, knowing he'd left his big brother to die.

Spinning on his heel, Virgil found himself faced with the sight of the tunnel's end where he and Remus had been heading anyway. The door was open, and Logan stood side by side with the familiar figure of King Roman.

At least, until Logan bolted forward, barreling towards Virgil until he had a death grip on him.

“Unghf! Loganberry, you're...crushing me...”

“He panicked as soon as we got down here.” Roman explained, raising his voice to be heard as he jogged towards them. “He's been off since he woke up earlier. He tried to reconstruct a memory...”

Virgil sighed, wrapping his arms around Logan for a second to give him a comforting squeeze before he shifted to reach for Logan's hand.

“C'mere, Loganberry...lemme help you...”

The moment their fingers meshed, Virgil felt the pull on his consciousness—Logan drawing on his focus, pulling raw thought from his head that sent his awareness of his surroundings spiraling into a pinpoint.

Virgil's eyes slid shut, his head lolling back in familiar fashion—but this time, before the darkness took him, warmth flooded the base of his skull and softened his tumble into oblivion.

********** “Hey—hey! Wake up, Storm!”

“Remus.”

Roman watched his brother stand beside the silent cadet, one hand on his shoulder and the other cradling his head, supporting him as he half sagged where he stood. There was a look in his eyes Roman wasn't sure he'd ever seen before, something like panic...but not quite.

It was familiar...but fuzzy.

Moving to his brother's side, Roman touched his shoulder.

“He's all right, Remus.”

“How do you know?”

“Because this is what familiars do. I've...seen it before.”

Roman blinked, startled by the words that came out of his mouth—but once he said them, he knew it was true. He had seen it before...somewhere among Logan's people, but where?...

“What are you four doing down here?”

Roman looked back towards the direction Remus and Virgil had come from, flinching when he spotted Janus at the end of the tunnel with Patton at his side.

“Lord Janus? Pat—what are you doing here?” he asked, moving towards the pair.

“I came 'cause Janny asked me to.” Patton replied, staring past Roman to where Logan and Virgil stood, deep blue eyes filled with worry. “What's goin' on? Janny?...”

With a sigh, Janus discreetly slid a hand up Patton's spine, only just visible as yellow gloved fingertips appeared near his nape then vanished with a soft whisper of leather on fabric.

“Go, darling. See if you can help.” Janus urged.

Reaching behind him, Roman saw Patton catch the gloved hand and squeeze before he hurried down the tunnel towards the trio of Remus, Logan, and Virgil.

Facing Janus, Roman folded his arms. “You didn't answer my question.”

Janus glanced past Roman, seemingly unable to tear his gaze from Patton for a long moment before he finally managed to set his gaze on Roman.

“I'm an assassin. I'm not supposed to tell you why I do anything, Your Majesty.” Janus pointed out.

“So you're here to kill someone?”

Janus sneered, mouth setting into a thin, tight line.

“If you must know,” he growled quietly, “I came here to kill the necromancer.”

Roman's heart froze, blood running cold.

“No, you're not.”

“Majesty? Get your hands off me. Now.”

Roman blinked, not even realizing that he'd backed Janus up against the nearby wall, and to his shock had a hand wrapped around his scaled throat.

“Give me a reason why I should.” he asked flatly. “You'll have a harder time getting to the necromancer if you have to stop and kill me first.”

“Oh, for the love of—I'm here to kill the necromancer, not your pet prisoner!”

“I...what?”

“The necromancer that assassinated your father and is trying to assassinate you.” Janus spat, finally shaking Roman's grip so he could straighten his cloak.

“I...don't understand.”

Janus finally tugged the clasp of his cloak straight, and when he met Roman's gaze, his own mismatched eyes were filled with something far warmer than any man might expect to see in the eyes of a spy like him.

Janus was looking at him with sympathy.

“Your Majesty...Logan may be one of the Necromata, but he is not a necromancer.” he whispered.

“Of course he is! He--”

“--may have been a necromancer once upon a time, but he isn't any longer. The root of necromancy is memory—with no memory, he should have no magic. No mere necromancer can beat the Cleansing that way, it's impossible.”

“Then...?”

Roman turned away from Janus to stare down the tunnel. He watched Virgil and Logan both slowly come to their senses, Logan opening ice blue eyes as Virgil started to straighten, supported by both Remus and Patton.

Over Virgil's shoulder, Logan's gaze met Roman's, and for just a moment those gemstone eyes flickered with the soft, blue-white light of his magic.

Janus's voice spoke right next to his ear, shaking him to his core.

“Logan is not a necromancer, Your Majesty...he's a Lazari.”

#logince #moceit #sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #necromancer au #my name is liz and i swear to god i'll fic again #this is all the artist's fault i'm just a hapless writer that stumbled across it #fic

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 4 years

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Rainbow Ridge Ranch

(Centaur AU)

(Art piece)

Thomas is the owner of the ranch that he inherited from a family friend, Thomas with help from his friends turns the ranch into a sanctuary and rescue home for Centaurs who due to different circumstances ends up in bad situations.

The ranch is big, with huge acres of land to it’s name, all from green fields, to a old oak forest and a clear lake, perfect for swimming in the hot summers.

Logan: He helps Thomas around in the ranch, lifting, repairing or building something. He has no problems with heavy work. He is smart, give this boy books he loves to read when he get’s some peace and quiet, he tends to lie down next to the apple tree and read in the shade. He grew up together with Thomas and Patton.

Patton: He loves to teach children how to ride and tend to spend a lot of time at the riding school an hours ride away, he is the one who tends to help the most scared children t ride, he’s the calmest during these moments and often offers the kid a hand to hold if they want it. When he’s not teaching the kids how to ride he is one energetic centaur. Dad Jokes, so many many dad jokes. If the ranch get’s a child centaur Patton is the one who helps them feel welcome to the best of his ability, he can be a bit strict at times, but he tries his best.

Roman: He wandered to the range when he was 14, lost and hungry after a terrible storm, no one made any signs of him being missed on the internet or in the city, Roman doesn’t really talk about it either, not a big fan of thunderstorms.

He wants to be in as many games as possible to earn all those shiny medals and rosettes. He loves horse jumping, but dressage holds a special place in his heart because then he can dress up in fancy clothes and show just how beautiful he is.

Virgil: He arrived at the ranch after someone called about an abandoned centaur in a rundown barn. Virgil was hostile and terrified of everyone when he arrived, hissing and stomping. Logan helped calm him down, and Virgil stuck close to the bigger centaur, Patton instantly adopted him when they met for the first time. He’s still a bit skittish around new people, he help the others around the range trippel checking that things are secure. He is TERRIFIED of runaway plastic bags. They are evil.

Remus: Remus was delivered to the ranch by family who had found him on a hike, in a rundown chicken coop. He was malnourished and a bit crazy. He eat weird things and Thomas and the others are trying to make him stop and eat real food. It’s going slow, but they’ve made him stop gnawing on the wooden beams.

Thomas and the others aren’t sure if Remus and Roman are related, they look alike, but they don’t behave like siblings.

Remus can at times get wild urges to just run, and they can come at weird moments, Thomas learned the hard way that there’s no stopping Remus if he needs to run. It took a week to repair the doors.

Janus: When Janus came to the ranch he was in really bad shape. Fast moments and sudden noises could lead to Janus either lashing out or running.

He was a well known dressage champion, but the woman he was in team with was abusive and made him train so hard he almost collapsed, he did collapse during a tournament, which was what sent him to the ranch. Janus does not let anyone ride on his back due to this.

It was actually the scrawny stray cat that has claimed the ranch as hers, that helped Janus to even consider the humans help. The weight blanket/cape helps him stay in the moment.

Roman calls the cat the Dragon Witch. she really likes to be with Thomas even if all he can do is to sneeze and try hist best to keep her out of the main house.

Dr. Emile Picani: He live’s close to the ranch, and is the ranch’s therapist. If he has nothing going on he will join Patton in teaching the kids horse riding.

Being a centaur when you’re a therapist for centaurs makes it easy for the others to trust him. Even if it might take a few sessions before they open up about their problems, he has a group meeting once a month (or more if needed) where they all gather, both centaur and human to talk about things and work through some issues as a group.

Remy: He doesn’t live at the ranch, he is the postal delivery, he comes over every day and gossips with the others about what’s going on in the city. Out of them all he is the fastest, but he also never stays still for long and are always moving in some way. No mater what time of day it is, he is always found with a Starbucks in his hand and his phone in the other, either talking lively with a friend or arguing about hours and schedules.

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Centaur AU Tag list: @emovirgil-sanders, @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko, @secretlyanxiouspersona, @romanasanders, @llamaavocado, @allycat31415,@lunareclipse-524, @i-sold-my-soul-to-thefandom,@punsterterry, @sleepyssnail, @nightmaresides,

#Sanders Sides #Cartoon Therapy #TsShots #centaur au #Janus #Sympathetic Deceit #Remus #Roman #Logan #Patton #Virgil #Thomas #Dr. Picani #Sleep

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fanders-sanctuary-au · 5 years

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Pint-sized Pining

I worked on this with the wonderful @cefinitely-rolo and I think she deserves some credit for this too! Thanks for all the ideas!

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“I don’t know, Vi, something about her is just… Off,” I mumbled, picking at a few fibers on my friend’s bed. “Well, maybe you should get to know her, Ames, she doesn’t seem all that bad.” She responded, not looking up from posting something on the sanctuary’s Twitter. “But she’s so stubborn! She won’t even consider going to therapy, and even I went after I was healthy.” I sighed, looking up from my assault on Violet’s blanket. “If I remember correctly, you bitched and whined about it for almost a week before Emile dragged you into his office when you woke up screaming one night.”

“That’s different! I didn’t think I needed it, y'know?”

“Well did you ever think maybe Christina feels the same way? That she doesn’t need help?” Violet countered, turning away from her computer to face me with an amused glare.

I groaned and rolled over on the bed, my voice coming out muffled when I spoke next. “Ugggghhhh, fiiiinne, I’ll make an effort” I whined, sitting up and making grabby hands at Violet, signaling that I wanted help off the bed. She held out her hand and I hopped on, allowing her to gently lower me to the ground. “Thanks Vi, I’ll go and talk to her.”

“Good, go on, and if I hear one more report of you and Virgil having a screaming match, I’m not coming to your defense.” Violet chuckled, gently shoving me out the door of her bedroom.

“Love you to Vivi!”

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“Okay, make an effort, make an effort. C'mon, Ames, you’re an inch taller than her, it can’t be that hard to talk with someone so tiny right?” I mumbled to myself, not really paying attention to where I was walking until- WHAM - I collided with another borrower that I hadn’t even noticed walking towards me.

“Oowww, hey! Watch where you’re walking you-!” The tiny suddenly cut off, staring at me with a combination of horror and blush. “Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- ah! Christina, I was looking for you, are you okay? Your face is super red, did I hit your nose or something?” I asked, reaching my hand out to her face, but she jerked back before I could do anything. “I’m fine! Don’t touch-! I mean, I’m fine, thanks though.” Christina rushed out in all one breath. “You-uh, said you needed something, what’s up?” She asked, trying her best to compose herself before facing me. “Oh um, I know we haven’t really made an effort to really talk to each other, and I wanted to get to know each other, y'know?”

Christina started at me for a long time, whether with annoyance or confusion, I wasn’t sure, but after a while she opened her mouth again. “I would love to but Larry convinced me to go to therapy and that’s where I’m headed now, so maybe take a raincheck?” She offered, looking legitimately disappointed, so I nodded. “Of course, not a problem, maybe after?”

“Uhh, yeah, sure. I need to go now!” She waved a hasty goodbye and ran off in the direction of not Larry’s office, but Patton’s room. I stared after her for a few minutes before turning and walking to the Borrower Boulevard.

A few hours later I sat on my bed, reading a book and generally staring off into nothing, when I heard a knock at my door.

“Come in!” I called to the person behind the door. I thought I was going to be Patton or Virgil, but instead walked in Christina, holding a cupcake. “Hey, uhh, I wanted to um, give you this cupcake. Um, yeah!” She squeaked, her voice a much higher pitch than normal.

“Oh! Thank-” before I could finish the sentence, she had already ran out the room, leaving my door slightly ajar. I picked up the tiny cupcake off the ground and looked at the icing scrawled on top it, spelling out ‘<3 U.’ I stared at it for a bit, not sure why Christina of all people would hand me a cupcake, but I honestly don’t understand the girl at all, so maybe this is her way of saying she wants to make amends for our awkward meet a few hours ago.

I shrugged and but into the cupcake, surprised to find that it was peanut butter, my favorite flavor.

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“I swear, it’s insane! The girl won’t say two words to me, but almost every other day I find something from her at my doorway!” I ranted to Virgil. “It’s been almost a month! I don’t understand it at all!”

Virgil sat in silence for a moment and took a deep breath. “Oh you oblivious fucker,” he sighed, rubbing his temples.

“What?! What is that supposed to mean Virge? Nothing she does makes sense!” I groaned, standing up from Virgil’s bed and beginning to pace. “Listen Ames, maybe Christina feels something towards you.” Virgil offered.

“Christina? No way,” I scoffed, “she doesn’t seem like the type to just leave random gifts and say nothing about it! I mean, just this morning, she burst into my bedroom, yeeted a bouquet of flowers at me, stared me in the eye for a few seconds, and just booked it! I swear she’s insane!” I yelled, feeling my cheeks start to heat up.

“Ames, you’re blushing”

“Am not!”

“You totally like her!”

“Shut up! I’m gonna fuckin strangle you, you emo nightmare!”

“AMELIA LIKES CHRISTINA! AMELIA LIKES CHRISTINA!”

“SHUT UP!”

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A few days later, I heard a timid knock at my door and after allowing the person to enter, Christina walked in, looking one part bashful and one part ashamed.

“Hey, um… I just wanted to apologise for my- y'know- behavior this last month…” she mumbled, picking at a loose thread on her shirt.

“Oh! I was actually wondering why you stopped doing all those odd gestures of flirting.” I laughed lightly, standing up and walking over to her.

“You-you we’re? I thought for sure that it was annoying, I even talked with Thomas and Violet, and even they said to stop, that you didn’t like all those big gestures and I was doing it wrong.”

“Well, yes I do prefer smaller things, just simple things like wanting to be near me is often enough, but I did appreciate you trying. How did you know my favorite cake flavor by the way, I’ve only ever said that to….” I cut myself off and sighed, “you’ve been conspiring with Patton haven’t you?”

By the blush on Christina’s face, I knew I was right.

“Listen, I know you’re trying and I appreciate it, but whatever your doing isn’t going to win my affection so easily. I want it be friends with someone before I want to date them, so for now, and we’ll see where it goes from there, friends?”

Christina faced me with a flirty expression, “friends with benefits?”

“Friends.”

She gave me a cute pout and sighed, “oh, okay, friends then.”

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T: Aww, this is so cute! Hopeless little babs in love! Thank you so much for writing this!

#your ocs #g/t #g/t sides #infinitesimal!sides #sanders sanctuary au #fic #christina #amelia #submission

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