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yourchemicallyimbalancedromance · 6 months

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Burned Bridges

Summary: Virgil runs into a wasted Janus at a party that his best friend, Roman, is throwing on Halloween night. A locked door forces them to confront their heavy past.

Ships: past analogical, present prinxiety

CW/TW: Alcohol, smoking, homophobia and bullying, Human!Virgil, Human!Remus (mentioned), Human!Roman, Human!Remy (mentioned), Human!Janus, Human!Logan (mentioned), unsympathetic Virgil, unsympathetic Janus, sympathetic Roman

It was October 31st and instead of binge watching horror movies by himself in the dark of his room, Virgil found himself standing in the corner of his childhood bestfriends house, early 2000’s pop music blasting in the background. He hadn’t dressed up and hundreds of people were bobbing up and down in a sea of red plastic cups, costumes, and glow stick bracelets, screaming the lyrics that came out of the speakers Roman had bought. He’d forced Virgil to go with him to buy them after begging him to come to the party because, in his words, “you never get out of the house, it’ll be fun! Especially if you meet a cute guy”

Virgil laughed after he said this, only responded with “yeah, whatever you say, Roman.”

Tequila suffocated anything that represented a pleasant smell out of the room. He was holding a drink himself, taking sips of it occasionally; not because it tasted good—at all—but because he had a hunch he wouldn’t want to remember the events of tonight.

His throat burned. He knew he wasn’t supposed to sip Tequila, normally he chugged it, but he liked the distraction of the pain and the warmth that filled him after every taste.

He desperately looked around for a familiar face. Last he saw Roman was when the party had started four hours earlier. It was now 2 AM and he had done nothing but drink, take shots with Remus and a few of his friends, be forced to dance by Remy, and stand in the corner waiting for it all to be over.

He chugged the rest of his drink and stood there for a moment, sinking in the environment around him, ultimately deciding to hide in the bathroom until the party was over. He took a few shaky steps into the crowd of people, shoving past drunks and the occasional stoner. He never really understood why Roman hung out with these kind of people, he honestly doubted that he knew most of the people in his house anyway.

He found his way to the bathroom and shoved it open, quickly closing and locking it, sitting on the cold tile floor.

In his rush, he hadn’t noticed Janus, wearing a Harry Potter costume, who was also sitting on the floor.

“Fuck, Sorry I didn’t know you were—“

Janus cuts him off “Vrrrrrrgggllll” he laughs, the name on his tongue slurring together.

“Look I didn’t know you were in here, I’ll just leave.” He states bluntly, getting up to open the door, wishing he still had his drink, he really didn’t want to remember this. He tried to force down his unresolved anger but it came out sharp in his voice.

“Vir-gil,” Janus hiccups “can I tell youuuu a secret?”

Virgil tries to unlock the door but it’s jammed, no matter how hard he pulls or twists the knob, it won’t budge. He sinks back down to the floor, annoyed. “Whatever Janus, sure” he says

“I think you’re still angry at me” he blurts out, giggling a bit, eyes drooping.

“Yeah, I am. You fucked me over, really bad. Who wouldn’t be.” he spits. He had his knees to his chest, his back to the door, trying to stay as far away from Janus as he could.

Janus struggled to stand up, grabbing onto the shower curtain and slipping, falling back down, pulling the curtain and rod down with him. Janus just giggled. “Oops.” was all he said.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, Janus. Can you stop being a nuisance for two minutes?” He screams.

Janus looks at him for a moment before registering what he said, mumbling a “sorry”

With anyone else, Virgil would’ve felt sorry for yelling, but Janus was the exception. He deserved it, worse than that even.

“You ruined the one good thing I had and you expect me to feel fucking sorry for you?” He snaps.

“I-“ Janus hiccups “I didn’t mean to” the light and carelessness in his eyes from earlier, gone. Now replaced with only a hint of it behind dull pupils.

“Yeah?, well you did. You think ganging up on me and Logan didn’t fucking ruin our relationship? You think the constant harassment inside and outside of Uni wasn’t fucking enough for me to have atleast a little bit of anger towards you?” he was practically screeching but he didn’t care, the music would cover it anyway.

Janus was staring at him, almost emotionless apart from the look in his eyes, which were starting to water.

Virgil got up to try the door again when Roman suddenly opened it, looking from Virgil to Janus and then Virgil again. He gave him a “what the actual hell is going on????” look and Virgil just shook his head, shoved past Roman and into the crowd.

Roman stared at Janus for a minute, taking notice of the curtain and curtain rod astray on the floor. He didn’t say anything, just closed the door and ran after Virgil.

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After a few minutes of searching inside, he found Virgil in his front yard, sitting on the stairs, smoking a cigarette.

He sat down next to him and a thick silence hung between them. Virgil blew out smoke into the cold air before clearing his throat. “He was acting like we were best friends again, can you believe it?” He laughed in exasperation.

Roman could believe it, Janus had always been an asshole in College and even before that, that was kinda his thing, which was why he was surprised when Virgil had suddenly decided to become friends with him one day.

“He’s so funny dude, like literally one of the best people I’ve ever met” he had said

Roman had just smiled and laughed in return, knowing how awful he was to his other friends.

Roman didn’t say anything this time either, just shook his head.

“I hate him so much, Ro. He’s awful. He ruined everything. Logan hasn’t spoken to me in almost a year because of the shit he pulled before we graduated.”

Roman sighed, “I know, Virg…but he’s not necessarily known for being a good person, I thought you knew that” he says softly.

Virgil took a drag of his cigarette and breathed out, “obviously not.” He said a little annoyed.

Immediately he regretted it. “Sorry” he said, tapping his cigarette and letting the ashes fall.

Roman gave him a reassuring smile, “it’s okay”

Virgil put his cigarette on the concrete step they were sat on, getting rid of its light and throwing the butt into the grass. He put his head in his hands. “Life’s rough, man. I don’t even miss him anymore I’m just upset because he made me really, really happy. Sometimes…I feel like it’s my fault? for introducing him to Janus.”

“It’s not your fault at all. It’s his. Honestly? I don’t even know why he’s here. I didn’t invite him, someone else probably did.“ Roman says the last part sheepishly, a little ashamed that he let Janus in his house with his best friend that he hurt irreversibly.

Virgil turns to Roman, staring at him longingly in the eyes. They were beautiful. Hazel with green specks around the edges. Maybe it was the tequila, or his exhaustion, or his desperation to feel loved by someone, but he slowly moved a hand to Romans face.

“Can I?” He whispered

Roman looked at him for a moment, weighing his options. He did like Virgil, but what if he was doing this in a drunken haze? What if he was just using him to get over Logan? He didn’t believe he was truly over their relationship just yet.

Despite these fears, Roman shook his head and their lips locked. He let himself melt into it, let himself enjoy the moment. He tasted of alcohol, honey lavender tea, and Marlboro Reds.

After a moment, Virgil pulled away; A look of blissful happiness on his face.

Roman was still holding onto the moment, staring through Virgil.

He looked at him, worried. “oh god I’m so sorry did you not want—“

Roman interrupted him, “No! no I did..I really, really did.” He smiled, genuinely.

Virgil returned it, “That’s good.”

Roman paused for a second “so…does this mean we’re dating?..” he asked “cause you’re drunk and I just don’t want-“

Virgil took Romans hands in his. “I’m just a little tipsy, Honey, but I know what I want, and what I want is this.” he says gently.

“Okay.” Roman responds, hopeful.

“I’m gonna head home, alright? Text me, I’ll respond as soon as I can” Virgil says

“I will, love” he says. The nickname feels odd leaving his lips, especially being used on someone who’s been his friend for 22 years, but he says it anyway.

Virgil gets in his car and pauses.

Romans phone dings after a minute or two and he takes it out of his pocket, reading the message before watching Virgil’s car leave his driveway.

Virgil<3: “I promise I want this, and I want you. Some tequila and a little heartbreak doesn’t change that. 💜”

Roman smiles, puts his phone back in his pocket, and goes back inside.

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transexualpirate · 7 days

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sanders sides superhero/villain au in which they wanted to send janus to infiltrate the light sides but remus started suffering from separation anxiety like a rescued stray dog and then janus decided to train virgil to lie and send him instead and then virgil fell in love and abandoned the dark sides

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year

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Trying is Everything

Read on Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: assault, referenced suicide, bullying

Pairings: prinxiety

Word Count: 4443

For a while, nothing of note happens. His boys go to school, they come home, they eat dinner. Roman takes Virgil out on a few dates and always drops him back home by 10:00. Remus says they have a truce and it seems like they do; they exchange small talk whenever Janus sees them together and there's certainly nothing hostile about the way Roman compliments Remus's jacket or asks him if he has the chemistry homework finished yet.

It seems…fine.

Then, Roman's dropping the two of them off after school one day. Janus goes to the door, opening it and waiting for his boys to come up the stairs, watching Remus shrug his backpack on while Roman hugs Virgil goodbye.

It happens almost too fast to see.

All of a sudden, Remus is yelling as Roman shoves Virgil into him, almost knocking them both onto the grass. Janus takes a step forward, mouth opening to call out when Roman just dives out of the way of a car that comes screaming past. Janus winces at the squeal as it tears around the corner, watching it vanish off down the street before hurrying down the stairs.

"Are you all okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Re?"

"I'm good, I'm good."

Janus looks down at Roman, who's still on the ground, his hands scraped from where he'd hit the pavement hard and rolled. "Roman?"

"Sorry, sir." He picks himself up, dusts his hands off, and looks at the others. "I'm sorry for pushing you, I just—I didn't want—"

"Us to get pancaked by a maniac, yeah, I get it." Virgil looks off after the car. "What the heck was that all about?"

"Are you okay, Remus? I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"I'm fine, yeah, don't worry about it." He nods down at Roman's hands. "You're not, though."

"Just a scrape, I've had worse." Roman cracks a small grin and nods to all of them. "Uh, have a good evening."

"Drive safe," Janus orders, "I don't like the look of that car."

"I'll do my best, sir."

"Text me when you get home, okay?"

"I promise." Roman leans forward and quickly kisses Virgil's cheek before getting into his car and driving off.

"Okay," Remus mutters as they all walk inside, "are we not gonna talk about that? That was weird, right?"

"Yeah, what the hell? I've never even seen a car like that around here before, and it—didn't it seem like it was trying to hit Roman specifically?"

"I mean I don't necessarily blame it—"

"Hey!"

"Alright," Janus says, raising his voice a little, "both of you get washed up for dinner."

Virgil just sighs and goes upstairs but Remus hangs back. "Do you know what that was about?"

"No, I don't know."

"Do you think it has to do with—"

"I don't know, Remus," Janus says, a bit more firmly, "but I don't want to talk about this right now, okay? Let's just eat dinner and we can worry about it later."

Remus still looks suspicious but he does as he's told. Janus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and going back to the kitchen. He finishes making sure everything's properly cooked and the dishes are all on the table before he allows himself to glance at the door again.

He's got a bad feeling about this.

The phone call comes not three days later.

"Dad? Dad, are you there?"

"I'm here, baby," Janus says, springing to his feet immediately because Virgil never just calls him, "what's wrong?"

"Can you come get us? We—Roman was supposed to be giving us a ride home but I don't think he can drive right now."

Something cold runs down the back of his spine and he's already grabbing his keys. Thank god he met his deadlines yesterday. "Yeah, baby, I'm on my way. Where are you, still at school?"

"We wanted to get coffee afterwards so we're a few blocks from there. We're in the parking lot across from the old pizzeria, you know where it is?"

"Yes, I do. Will you stay on the phone with me?"

A few other garbled voices come from Virgil's side. "No, dude, this is serious, you can't just—okay, okay. Sorry, what was that, Dad?"

"Can you keep the call open? I'm not far away."

"Yeah, sure. Just—put me on speaker or something so you're not holding your phone while you drive."

Smiling that Virgil is so good about remembering that, he jams his finger at the speaker button and starts the car, driving slightly like a madman as he gets into traffic. "Virgil? You still with me, sweetie?"

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What the fuck," Janus hears Remus say faintly, "that's not—that's not fine, you idiot, you're bleeding."

Who's bleeding? Roman?

"It's a head thing, Remus," he hears equally faintly, "they always bleed more."

"That's not a good thing!"

"Roman," Virgil says, "just—just keep pressure on it, okay? Please?"

"What's going on," Janus barks, stopping too quickly at a stop sign, "what happened? Is everyone okay?"

"Remus and I are fine, but Roman—"

"Your boyfriend's an idiot, Virge."

"—Roman's hurt."

"How badly?"

"His head's bleeding, Dad, I don't—I don't know. He keeps saying it's fine—"

"When it's not!"

"—don't shout, Remus—just get here, please?"

Janus grits his teeth. "I'm almost there, baby, I promise."

It says something that Virgil doesn't even protest the pet name. He manages to get there without breaking any laws but it's a near thing. He throws the car in park and gets out, all but running to the three figures huddled outside of the gate. Remus is standing up, his fists clenching and unclenching. Virgil still has the phone pressed to his ear, his other hand on Roman's shoulder. Roman's sitting down, something held against the side of his head.

"Boys," Janus calls, hurrying over, "what's going on? Are you okay?"

"Dad!"

"Oh, thank god."

He pulls Virgil into a quick hug, reaching out to squeeze Remus's shoulder, before crouching down in front of Roman. Roman looks up and meets his eyes.

"Hello, sir. I'm sorry you had to come. Thank you."

"What happened," he asks, reaching up for the bloodied napkin Roman's holding to his head, "let me see, how bad is it?"

"Not that bad, sir."

"Not that bad," Remus hisses, "what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Janus finds himself agreeing as he pulls away the napkin to reveal a bloody mess. He hisses through his teeth and tosses his keys to Virgil. "There's a first aid kit in the glove box."

"On it!"

As Virgil takes off back toward the car, Janus carefully tips Roman's head up. "Are you dizzy at all?"

"No, sir. I don't have a concussion either."

"How do you know?"

"I play football, sir, I like to think I'm pretty good at knowing when I do and don't have one."

Remus snorts. "What makes you think you've just gotten used to it?"

"Concussions are caused by the brain moving inside the skull and damaging internally," Roman says, letting Janus move his head to the side, "this didn't hit me hard enough."

"Oh, there is definitely something wrong with you."

"Remus," Janus scolds, "not now."

"He's not wrong, sir."

Janus looks down to see the smallest smile on Roman's face and just shakes his head. "What happened?"

"…there was a fight, sir."

Remus snorts again. "That's one way to put it."

"You got into a fight?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

Janus glances up at Remus, who looks…mad, but not in the way he should. Remus shakes his head. "What Roman means is he just stood there and let some asshole whale on him before Virgil and I made them fuck off."

Virgil runs across the parking lot and holds out the first aid kit. Janus takes out the wipes and tears one open. "This might sting."

"That's okay, sir."

The bleeding has mostly stopped, as it turns out, and as he cleans it away, he glances up at Virgil. "What happened?"

"We were coming out of the coffee shop when someone started yelling. They—they stormed up to us and Roman kinda pushed me behind him and then they just started hitting him."

Janus looks back down. "Roman, is this true?"

"Yes, sir. I promise they only hit me, sir, they didn't hit Remus or Virgil."

"They were screaming," Virgil adds, "I have no idea what they were saying but they just kept screaming at him."

Roman winces when Janus starts in with a new wipe.

"Sorry, I know it stings."

"It's okay, sir."

"Are they still here?"

"No. I pushed them off Roman and someone else threatened to call the cops and they bolted."

"You pushed them off?"

"Well, yeah. Roman was just letting them beat him and I was like 'hey don't do that.'"

"Thank you, Remus," Roman says softly, "I…I appreciate it."

Remus scoffs in that way he does when he's trying to hide how much something means to him. "Well, next time don't just stand there."

Janus glances around. The parking lot really isn't the best place to be having this conversation and he'd rather not have anyone else coming up asking questions. "Where were you trying to go?"

"Back to the school parking lot. My car's parked there, sir, I was going to give your sons a ride home."

"Well, I think Virgil's right. I don't want you driving like this, even if you say you don't have a concussion." He stands up, one arm still on Roman's shoulder. "Come on. I'll give you a ride home."

Roman's eyes widen. "N-no, sir, that's okay, really, I—"

"Come on, Roman," Virgil says, reaching out too, "just—let us drive you, okay? It'll be okay, we'll drop you off and everything. Your car'll be safe in the school lot overnight, promise."

There's a reluctance to him as they help him up, but he doesn't protest when he's led across the parking lot and into the backseat. Janus climbs behind the wheel and pulls onto the road as Remus fidgets with something in the passenger's seat.

"Who were they," he asks suddenly, "and why were you just letting them hit you?"

Roman's quiet for a moment. Then: "someone I knew a few years ago."

"That doesn't explain why they were screaming at you. What were they saying?"

"Dude," Virgil says, "lay off him, okay?"

"Murderer."

The car jerks to a stop as Janus brakes for the stop sign. He looks up and catches Roman's face in the rearview mirror.

"That's what they were screaming at me," Roman says quietly, "'murderer.'"

No one else comes to the intersection. Janus accelerates slowly.

"Why," Virgil asks after a moment, "were they screaming 'murderer' at you?"

Roman doesn't say anything.

"Roman. Answer me."

"Answer the fucking question, Roman."

Janus looks up and this time, catches Roman's gaze in the rearview mirror as they stop at another stop sign. They stare at each other for a moment and Janus can see the moment Roman realizes he knows.

"I thought I recognized your car," Roman mumbles and Janus just nods.

"Why did they call you a murderer," Virgil asks again, his voice hardening, "answer me, Roman."

"Boys," Janus says quietly.

"No, Dad, I want to—"

"Do you know the way?"

Virgil breaks off when Roman asks, his eyes still on Janus.

"From here," he says, not specifying the destination because they both know where he's talking about, "do you know the way?"

"Dad, what's he talking about?"

Remus looks at him too. "Dad?"

Janus takes a deep breath. "Yeah. I know the way."

***

Nobody says a word as they pull into the parking spot across from the graveyard. Roman gets out wordlessly and looks both ways before crossing the street. Janus gets out too, his boys following with silent confusion as they make their way across. As they walk up to the gate, Roman freezes suddenly.

Following his gaze, Janus bites back a curse when he sees Patton standing at his son's grave.

"We'll wait," he says before anyone else can say anything, "you go on."

"Thank you, sir."

A scared little boy in his father's suit.

Janus holds onto Remus and Virgil as Roman carefully opens the gate and walks over. He sees Patton look up and spot him, turning a little bit as Roman stops a respectful distance away, folding his hands and bowing his head. They're too far away to hear the words they exchange.

"Why the fuck are we here," Remus hisses, "Roman says he's a murderer and then he brings us to a graveyard?"

"He didn't say he was a murderer, he said that's what they called him."

"But he never denied it! And who the fuck is that?"

"Wait, Dad, how did you know that he was talking about coming here?"

"Yeah, actually, Dad, did you know about this?"

Janus winces. "Yes."

"What?" Virgil shies away from him. "How could you not tell me?"

"I didn't know until recently, baby, I'm sorry."

"What do you mean, 'recently?'"

"Wait, is this where you went after that whole thing with the flowers?"

"What whole thing with the flowers?"

"Boys, keep your voices down." Janus looks down at the pair of them. "Yes, it's true, I did know about this and I shouldn't have kept it a secret. I'm sorry. Virgil, I saw Roman with flowers again after you came home with them that night and it didn't seem like he was coming to give them to you again. I was worried he was cheating on you, baby."

Virgil's eyes flash with hurt before he steels himself. "And?"

"And I…may have followed him here."

"Holy shit, Dad," he whispers, "that's—that's fucking awesome."

"Wait, but that's also the night you came home and turned into a cuddle monster," Remus frowns, "so…"

Janus shakes his head. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know I promised not to keep secrets from you, but…this one really isn't mine to tell."

No sooner has he finished saying that does he look up and see Roman and Patton walking towards them. He stands up a little taller and both his boys turn around.

"Janus," Patton nods, "good to see you again."

"Patton." He nods toward his sons. "Virgil and Remus, say hello to Mr. Everheart."

"Hello, Virgil," he nods, "and Remus, hello again."

"Wait," Remus says, frowning, "I know you. You're—wait, aren't you Jamie's dad?"

"Jamie?" Virgil looks over at him, not noticing the way Roman flinches. "Wait, isn't that the kid who used to go to our school?"

"Yeah. What happened to him?"

Patton just looks slowly over his shoulder toward the grave and Remus's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh, fuck. Shit. Oh, my god, I'm so sorry, shit, uh—fuck, I fucked up—"

"Language," Patton chides gently but there's a fondness to it, "it's alright."

"I, uh, I'm sorry for your loss."

"Me too," Virgil says quickly, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." He glances up. "You've got two very polite sons."

Janus nods. "Yes, I do."

Patton glances over at Roman, who's still standing with his head bowed and his hands folded behind his back. When he realizes they're all quiet, waiting for him, he raises his head and squares his shoulders.

Oh, Janus realizes faintly, oh, you're so scared.

"Jamie Everheart committed suicide three years and two months ago," Roman says in a horribly calm voice, "and that's his grave right over there. I come here every week. Sometimes I bring flowers and sometimes I bring a letter. You…you passed me while I was bringing them one time and I…you looked so happy so I gave them to you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie. I just—I didn't feel comfortable bringing you flowers because we hadn't talked about whether that was something okay to do yet."

"It's fine," Virgil mumbles, still sounding a little lost.

"Okay, I'll do it again." A ghost of a smile touches Roman's mouth before he sobers again. "Mr. DeLuca saw me a few weeks later and followed me here. I…it would be my guess that's where you two met?"

"That's right."

"Mhm."

"I shouldn't have kept it from you," Roman continues, "any of you, but especially you, Virgil. I'm sorry."

Virgil's quiet for a moment, his arms still wrapped around himself. "Why did that person call you a murderer?"

Janus sees Patton's surprise flicker across his face but it's hidden well. Roman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a carefully folded piece of paper. Patton doesn't hide his surprise at that.

"You carry it with you?"

"Every day, sir."

"What is it," Virgil asks warily, "what is that?"

Roman takes a deep breath, his hands shaking a little. "It's the note Jamie gave me."

Oh.

Oh, no.

Before anyone can do anything, Remus darts forward and grabs it.

"Remus!"

But he's gone forward, past Roman, unfolding it and starting to read before Janus can stop him. After a moment, Virgil drifts forward as well, peering over his shoulder. Roman is silent, unmoving, just letting it happen as a faraway look comes to his face. Janus falters, unsure of what to do, when Patton just catches his eye and minutely shakes his head.

Roman raises his head and takes another deep breath. Something tugs in Janus's gut when he sees how hard the poor boy is trying not to cry.

He turns around just as Remus raises his head, staring at him. Virgil is still reading, his hands over his mouth.

A car drives by.

"I used to hate you."

Janus tries not to flinch at how cold and hateful his boy sounds.

"I used to dread waking up in the mornings because it meant I'd have to see you," he continues, "I used to go to school and hope there'd be some accident so that I wouldn't have to be in the same room as you. I used to hope that I'd get sick or have to transfer so I'd never see you again. I used to hope you died. Every day I used to hope to hear that you were dead."

Roman says nothing. Remus takes a deep breath, looking back down at the note.

"But we were kids," he says after a pause, "we were horrible snot-nosed little gremlins and…and we grew up. And now you're the reason Virgil isn't afraid to go to school anymore and why he's able to ask for things in class now. You're the reason he eats better at lunch and why all the homophobes have fucked right off."

He looks at his brother, who is openly weeping, then back to Roman.

"You didn't kill Jamie."

"Didn't I?"

"No." Remus looks back down at the note. "You were…a piece of shit to Jamie and yeah, you should feel bad about it, but this…you didn't deserve this."

There's another long stretch of silence. Janus can hardly breathe.

"I'm not asking you to forgive me," Roman croaks after a while, "I...I never meant to ask you to forgive me."

"I know you didn't. And I'm not saying I do. Because that's for me, forgiving you for what you did to me is for me. Nor for you. But you—you don't have to be defined by the things you aren't forgiven for. Shit, dude, this note is fucking me up and I barely knew Jamie. I don't—" he runs a hand through his hair— "I don't have a right to say whether you're forgiven or not. I'm not a judge. I'm never going to law school."

"You could," Roman says weakly, "you're a great debater."

"Not the point. The point is that you're just a person and hey, guess what, so am I. And as a person, I don't want you to be hurting like this for the rest of your life." Remus gestures between them. "You're already being the better person, dude. You fucking came up to me and owned up to all the shit you did. You reached out first, you made the apology—which was a fucking good apology, even if I didn't say it—and you—shit, Roman, sometimes I don't recognize you."

"I don't want to be him anymore. That—I don't want to be the me that's awful to everyone. Especially to you."

"And you're not. And you're making the choice to not be that asshole every day. The point is I would never have been able to do what you did in your place, so you don't have to think you're still the same asshole."

Roman stares at him for a long moment. "You sell yourself short. You'd be able to do it. You're stronger than you think you are."

"Yeah, well." Remus glances away, then back. "Maybe we both are."

Roman nods, then turns to Virgil, who's still crying. "…Virgil?"

"Don't carry this around with you anymore," he says, reaching out and taking the note from Remus, "you don't—don't do that to yourself."

"I hurt him. I…I really hurt him, Virgil, I—"

"And you're really hurting now. You're as fucked up and hurt right now as anyone. Trauma doesn't cancel out trauma, you don't have to spend your life groveling over someone who's dead. He's dead, Roman, he's gone and he's not coming back." Virgil stares at him. "You don't have to keep trying to earn forgiveness from someone who's dead."

Roman exhales shakily and he looks down. He looks so small.

"I don't hate you now," Virgil blurts out, "I don't—I still love you. I don't wanna break up. I'm not even really mad that you kept this a secret. I get it."

"I still should've told you."

"Yeah, maybe, but it's in the past now." He shuffles. "The past is history."

"Tomorrow is a mystery," Remus adds, "but today is a gift."

"That's why it's called the present," Roman finishes, looking back up at them. "That's a good movie. We should watch it for next movie night."

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds fun."

"…Remus? Do you…would you wanna join us?"

"Can we watch the other ones too?"

"Yeah," Roman says quietly, "yeah, that's…that'd be fun."

Another car drives by.

"Oh, for goodness' sake," Patton says after a moment, "someone hug someone before we all start bawling."

Janus blinks and all three of the children are wrapped in each other's arms, each in varying states of tears. He takes a deep breath and finds his own eyes getting misty, trying to discreetly wipe them before he realizes Patton's doing the same thing. They exchange a look and Patton smiles.

"You've got two incredible boys," he says softly.

"Yeah," Janus mumbles, his chest overflowing with how proud he is of his babies, "yeah, I do."

They stand there watching the three of them embrace for a little longer before Roman carefully pulls away, reaching for the note and folding it up again, putting it in his pocket.

"Roman," Patton says suddenly, reaching out, "you're bleeding."

"Oh. Right."

"What happened?"

"Wait, yeah, who was that?" Virgil frowns. "Someone came up to Roman screaming about how he was a murderer and attacked him."

"Is that the same person who tried to run you over outside of our place?"

"I think so." He looks up at Patton. "I'm sorry, I don't know where—"

"You're not responsible for them, Roman," Patton says firmly, putting a gentle hand on Roman's shoulder, "only they are."

"Wait, who are they?"

"One of Jamie's old friends," Patton says, "who…I suspect harbored feelings for him and did not take the news of his passing…well."

"They tried to jump into the grave."

"I'm sorry, they fucking what?"

"Wait, wait," Janus says, "a child did what?"

Patton sighs. "They were extremely distraught at the funeral and made it very clear that they felt what happened was…unjust."

"So much so that they tried to jump into the grave," Janus deadpans, "yes, this seems like a perfectly reasonable reaction."

"They found out about the note," Roman says, "and they…they've been trying to…"

He swallows.

"…get even."

"I'm sorry," Virgil growls, "they're trying to kill you?"

"I'd say from the attempted hit-and-run that's a safe bet," Remus says, "wait, so—"

"Do your parents know about this?" Janus reaches out to offer Roman another wipe for his head. "I can't imagine they'd be so…lackadaisical with someone actively trying to hit you with a car."

Roman worries the wipe between his fingers. "They…they don't really care."

"I'm sorry," Patton says lowly, "your parents don't care?"

"They've never really cared," Roman says weakly, "they never cared when we were younger and I was…"

"Being awful," Remus supplies.

"Yeah. They just said 'boys will be boys' or whatever—yeah, I know, not good," he says when everyone makes noises of disagreement, "but then when J-Jamie died and I was freaking out they just—they still didn't care and I think I realized that they…they never would really care and if I wanted things to be different, then…"

"Then you had to do it yourself," Janus finishes, just barely sitting on the rage boiling in his stomach.

"Yes, sir."

"Hey, remember that thing I said about not being able to do the shit you're doing if I were you? I mean that times ten now. 'Cause I have a great dad and great brother that would kick my ass into doing better."

"I'm so torn between telling you that yes, I would absolutely do that, and that if you think I'd let you get that far, you've got another thing coming."

"See?"

"Roman," Patton says quietly, "if you need help—"

"I wouldn't dream of imposing on you, Mr. Everheart—"

"You're not imposing, I'm offering. Remus is right, you're doing far more than a child should be expected to do without help and I cannot leave a child in a situation like yours without offering something." He ruffles Roman's hair, careful of the wound on his head. "Whether or not you take it is up to you."

"C-can I think about it?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

As if on cue, Virgil's stomach growls. "Uh…oops?"

"Come on," Janus says before he can think better of it, "let's get dinner. I'm hungry."

"Ooh, can we go to that burger place that's right there?"

"I didn't wanna say anything earlier, but I've been able to smell it since we got here and I'm so hungry—"

"I'm about to channel Po so hard, you have no idea."

"Not if I get there first!"

It's not exactly how Janus pictured things working out, but as he finds himself strolling with Patton as the boys run ahead talking about Kung Fu Panda, he can't bring himself to say he doesn't like how it did work out.

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logan-the-artist · 5 months

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Prinxiety cuddles? Pretty please?

i love them so much-

#my art #drawing #art #sketch #sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #romantic prinxiety #ts prinxiety #prinxiety #roman x virgil #tss virgil #virgil angst #tss roman #roman sanders sides #log's art

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parkerthewaterbender · 2 years

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so I was watching some Sanders Sides tiktoks, as you do, and a tik tok with logan being angry came up. This reminded me of the moment when Logan was so angry that his eyes went ORANGE. Thus, I came up with a theory :

What if the orange side was Logan in disguise?? What if he was a dark side to begin with but no other dark side knew anything about it? If this was true, his eyes turning orange didn’t mean that the orange side took a bit of control of him, it would have meant that his angrier side almost came to light.

This is obviously a headcanon and a theory but it just seems so cool ( and angsty ) as an idea! What are you’re thoughts?

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #fanfiction #sanders sides x reader #prinxiety #logicality #janus x remus #janus x virgil #janus x roman #the orange side #theory #conspiracy #fluff #angst #thomas sanders #logince #roman x patton #remus x patton

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meowthefluffy · 2 years

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Here is the sleeping beauty au comic!

It just had too many little details for me to properly color traditionally so I went digital for this one! It took forever (over 7 hours) to finish, but I hope you like the final results!

#Prinxiety #tsRoman #tsVirgil #Virgil sanders #Roman angst #mitiski lyrics?#crazy I know #sleeping beauty au #sandersides

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golden-songbird · 1 year

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i have a new au based on this musical concept album i like:

so basically, it’s gonna be an ancient au, where there is a war going on between two kingdoms. the leader of the army, janus, receives a prophecy from an ancient god that he has to kill an infant who is the son of the enemy, or else the infant will grow up to become the biggest enemy they’ve ever faced.

but janus can’t bring himself to kill a baby who’s done nothing yet. so he kidnaps the baby, and raises the baby as his own, isolating him in a little house in the middle of nowhere and taking care of him. the baby’s name is virgil.

but even as virgil grows from a baby into a boy into a teenager, the war is still happening. janus dies in battle the day before virgil’s sixteenth birthday, and virgil decides to set off and go to war to avenge his father.

but this is his first time interacting with other people. and virgil is overwhelmed by how big the world really is. but he has a sharp mind that’s perfect for battle, and he becomes an asset to the army he joins easily. they travel from island to island.

but there is another young boy on the boat in the army, and his name is roman. he’s the same age as virgil, and unlike virgil, who is cautious and wary, gripping his sword tightly and refusing to trust anything, roman is the opposite. he has magical powers, that he can communicate with animals, and he uses it to make friends and restore peace and hope. it’s revealed that roman is the son of hermes, the messenger god. but roman’s trusting attitude and naïveté to the real world results in him nearly dying multiple times, and when he puts the army in grave danger that almost killed them all, he gets forced out of the army, abandoned on an island.

virgil grapples with the idea that demigods exist to begin with, as they get to an island that keeps them trapped, and they have to pass a trial to escape. virgil manages to figure out the puzzle and set his army free, and athena shows herself as the one who created the test.

it’s revealed that he is a demigod. the son of athena, the goddess of wisdom and strategy. athena gives virgil another prophecy, that he’ll be saved from the fate of losing himself and his identity if he goes against his instinct and does what he’s always refused to do.

virgil doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t know what he always refused to do, until it comes to him.

he refused to trust.

so in order to keep the prophecy of him becoming an enemy from coming true, he has to rescue roman. and virgil can already feel himself growing darker, and starting to lose control of his own body and mind. will he be able to fight the prophecy and replace it with another?

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audioaujom · 6 months

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(10) Why Do Living Things Need Feelings?

LTWF Hub, < prev, next >

Hello hello! I’ve nothing to say to go along with this update except: enjoy. Perhaps things will look up. We’re getting close to the end, afterall. ((:

Word Count: 1230

Meanwhile, Virgil was attempting a very, very risky plan.

Well it wasn’t risky necessarily, but it wasn’t a very good idea. He was fresh out of good ideas, though. They ran out with his patience approximately two minutes after waking up several days ago, kidnapped in a basement.

For now, he resigned himself to sawing at the tape binding his hands with the cap of a plastic water bottle Janus had left him with, finally splitting the wrapped tape enough that he could yank it apart with just his strength—or what was left of it.

It had taken him far too long and far too much energy to do, praying he wouldn’t be too late to stop Janus from fucking around with Logan any further.

Even the basement of the Engineering Building was familiar from all the days he'd spent trekking through it, legs shaking but supporting him on adrenaline alone as he passed maintenance door after maintenance door, forcing himself up two flights of steps to the floor with his lab on it.

Even if the professor was out, maybe he could put something together with his tools.

Or find his phone and call… the police?

None of his plans were finishing themselves, unhinged ideas swirling into an incoherent mess as he half-walked/half-dragged himself down the hall to finally reach the door to the lab—which had all of the lights off. The lab itself was nearly deserted when Virgil finally got the door open and stumbled inside, the suspicion in his gut settling into a hard stone of dread as he saw Logan idling beside Professor Villarehal’s desk.

“Shit.”

“Oh, hello.” Logan turned to glance at him as he came in, smile empty. “Do you work here?”

Grabbing several tools off his work station and limping up to the front desk, Virgil bit back his sarcasm. “Yup.”

Janus must've done a factory reset, Virgil decided, grimace morphing into a grin. But that's nothing I can't fix.

——

Logan, to be entirely honest, had no idea what was going on.

After the strange student had stuck the tools into his neck the metal casing of his head started squeezing in a strange way—and it wasn’t supposed to do that. He knew he was online the way he was supposed to be, but everything felt… off. He couldn’t actually see anything and all he could hear was a high-pitched ringing as he tried to force himself to the surface of whatever weird fog had invaded his programming.

What… happened?

Parsing through his memory didn't yield anything at first, until he managed to pull up something seemingly from before. His memory only started from this morning, but this one was dated as the night before.

He was standing in Professor Sanders’ classroom, surrounded by several kids. Their names were hazy, but he felt a distinct change in his attitude as he recognized one of the faces in front of him.

“Oh, please. Stop struggling, this won’t hurt.” Janus had commented with a proud sneer, pausing a little before correcting, “Maybe. I wouldn’t know.”

Logan was being held down by the students, unable to stop Janus as he stepped around behind him and pried the panel on his neck open.

Everything went white.

The fog still wasn't clearing, but some things were starting to make sense. The student—Virgil. His name is Virgil, he's one of Patton’s friends—must've found a way to redownload everything that Janus had tried to destroy from the reset.

Oh, but Patton…

Something in his memory of the boy’s bright smile and auburn bangs had his head squeezing again, synthetic oil rushing through the pump placed perfectly center in his chest in oddly rhythmic stuttering contractions.

He blinked once, watching the darkness cross his vision before disappearing—not taking any of the static in his vision with it. He tried blinking again, once again only getting a brief wash of darkness.

Why can’t I see anything?

As old memories continually resurfaced—in no particular order—he tried to use one of his hands to see if something was obstructing his eyes, only for his hand to barely twitch. For some odd reason, he couldn’t seem to move or see except for whatever weird glitching continued to spaz in his body.

What was going on?

His attitude shifted again, memory full of images of sitting alone with Patton in the classroom. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about their conversation about the stars, the pump in his chest stuttering again.

Was he… nervous?

As soon as the word appeared in his head everything started making sense, the nervousness jittering in his body shifting to panic. He didn’t need to breathe but he felt his chest stop and his memories turn to fuzz, his twitching hands falling back to his sides, still. Heat rushed over his cheeks, his mechanical joints aching like the bones they replicated as the colors in front of him began slowly merging into actual shapes in front of his eyes.

“Logan? Are you with me? Logan!” Virgil’s voice finally pulled him through the last of the haze, blinking rapidly to focus in on the concerned brown eyes in front of him. Virgil snapped again in front of his face, Logan reaching up a heavy hand to push it back down.

“Virgil… I—” He mumbled, the familiar classroom sending both a wash of relief and fear through him. His head hurt. That was what was wrong, and it didn’t seem to be going away.

“I know. Janus reset you, but he's a dumbass.” Virgil shook his head, Logan’s eyes catching the movement in a way he’d never really before. He noticed the way his face was sunken in, dark bags under bloodshot eyes and above a dry and cracked smile.

All in all, Virgil looked beat to hell and exhausted.

“Are you… back?”

“Yes, but… if he really reset me, then did I…?” Logan trailed off at the telling look on the engineering student’s battered face, shoulders slumping. “Oh no.”

“It’ll be okay as long as you find Patton now.” Virgil’s adrenaline appeared to be waning, him leaning heavily against the desk behind him. “Janus probably wanted to catch him after resetting you. I'm not sure how long ago that was.”

“I understand. But in the meantime, you should seriously consider a hospital.” Logan advised, a little unnerved by the wave of concern inside him.

Were emotions supposed to move this quickly? This strongly?

Virgil waved a dismissive hand, cracking a small smile at the easily-readable expression on the android’s face. “You go, I'll handle me.”

“Understood. Thank you, Virgil.” Logan said sincerely, turning and jogging out of the lab and back towards Professor Sanders’ classroom.

He still didn’t understand what was going on with him. He knew he was feeling, but none of that made any sense. When did this start to happen? How did his default become so… emotional?

He let the questions in his mind go unanswered as he frantically searched the hallway of students for any glimpse of Patton, spurred on by a squeezing anxiety that had him hearing a fast, artificial heartbeat in his ears.

He could worry about what all that meant later. For now, he needed to find Patton.

——

Finally slumping down to the floor as his weakened legs gave out, Virgil laughed to himself in the empty classroom. “Yeah… Roman’s going to kill me.”

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