#logan's is on his right hand. and virgils is on his neck.

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Video Games

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Prompt: Smaller person (likely Virgil), and bigger person (likely Remy or Remus.) Of course they play video games, however, Virgil wants attention and R won't give it to him because "but video games, babe!" So, Virgil ride's R while he plays video games. Probably in a voice chat too. Warnings: exhibition, sex A request from my Wattpad

Virgil's quiet when opening and shutting Remus's door, but he's quick to complain the moment his arms fall around Remus's neck. 

"Remus," Virgil whines, dramatically, "you've been cooped up in here all day! Come hang out with me." 

Remus shrugs Virgil's arms off of him, hardly sparing him a glance as his fingers loudly click and swipe at his controller, resulting in a bloody, gory picture to be displayed on the screen in front of him. His computer doesn't make noise, but Remus is wearing headphones over one ear, with the other having been knocked away by Virgil's affection. 

"I'm busy," Remus responds, as he suddenly utters a curse under his breath, and Virgil watches his character die. Remus groans, before finally turning his head to look at Virgil. 

Quietly, Virgil hears the muffled complaints of Remus's friends through his headphones. 

"Come spend time with me," Virgil urges again, as he walks around the chair, standing in front of it and blocking view of the computer. "We can do whatever you want." 

"But... but video games!" Remus argues, holding up his controller. Virgil stands there, crossing his arms, before huffing. 

He sounds as though he's going to give up, and Remus raises his controller as he prepares to keep playing, but then Virgil's just moving forward, pulling himself into Remus's lap and straddling his thighs. His own calves wrap around the back of the chair. 

"Don't let me stop you," Virgil then urges, which has Remus staring at him for a moment, before grinning wide. A sloppy kiss is pressed to Virgil's lips, before Remus is wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist and settling his chin on his shoulder, getting right back to the game. All while Virgil's hands reach down to start fiddling with Remus's jeans, getting them undone, and then getting them down just enough to let Virgil see Remus's boxers (and the slit on the front of them). 

Remus is more than happy to lift his hips a little in order to help Virgil navigate his clothing, groaning when Virgil pulls his cock out. He keeps his eyes concentrated on the screen, but that doesn't stop him from wiggling his hips in excitement. 

He loves when Virgil initiates things; the little bursts of confidence typically lead to fun and exciting situations like this! Plus, he gets the best of both worlds; his hot boyfriend being sexual, and video games!

Slowly, he rubs his hand over Remus's cock, feeling his own face get a bit warm when Remus doesn't even try to hold back his little grunts, despite the fact he knows Remus is on a call with his friends. 

Part of him tries to reason that they'll just assume Remus's noises come from a place of focus, especially because Remus otherwise effortlessly holds up a conversation, but at the same time Virgil wouldn't be surprised if they knew Remus was being sexual on call. A quick glance at the screen following a question from Remus reveals two small profile pics lighting up on the side as green surrounds them, showing them responding. Virgil recognizes the pictures as belonging to Janus and Logan. 

Flushing, Virgil immediately knows they're already aware of what's going on, and is further flustered by the fact he knows they don't care. 

A quick kiss to the side of his face makes Virgil turn his head back around as Remus whispers "don't stop" into Virgil's ear, and then pulling him just a bit closer. 

Virgil's face is dark red, but he gives Remus a slow handjob just to make sure he's fully worked up, before he pulls away. 

"Two seconds," Virgil murmurs, as he kisses Remus briefly, before he stands up and digs through a nearby drawer, while one of his hands works to get his skinny jeans off. 

He manages to get his pants and boxers down right as he finds a small bottle of lube, and then quickly gets back onto Remus's lap, who can't help hungrily looking over Virgil's nude lower half. 

Virgil fumbles with the lube before getting it open, and haphazardly pours some over the length of Remus's cock. He uses his hand to spread it around, and shushes Remus once or twice when Remus groans out of humiliation. 

Then the lube's being tossed onto Remus's desk, and Virgil's hands are gripping Remus's shoulders. He scoots forward until the front of his body is pressed against Remus's and sits up fully on his knees. Remus's shaft runs between his cheeks, making him whine softly as he suddenly feels embarrassed for being so needy and perverted, but he's in too deep now. He wants this, and Remus seems to want it too. 

Virgil takes his time, giving Remus the time to realize that he's going to get started. And then he's holding Remus's cock, guiding himself down on it. He bites his lip hard to keep his noises in, until his ass is flush with Remus's legs. 

He's quick to hide his face in Remus's shoulder, but flushes dark when Remus lets out an unashamed groan. 

He really should have known that Remus wouldn't care enough to be quiet, but the fact he isn't is just as arousing. Furthermore, he's shameless with the long, drawn-out swears he spills under his breath and directly into the microphone. It's obviously sexual, as opposed to frustration, and he doesn't even stop himself from chuckling when Virgil lightly smacks him in the chest in a scolding manner. 

Just for Virgil's sake, Remus flicks his mic off for a second, knowing it'll make this seem more suspicious but deciding he doesn't care. 

"You're taking my cock so well," Remus praises, grinning as his eyes briefly dart from the screen, to Virgil, and then back towards the screen. "You didn't even have to stretch yourself out, though it's not like I wouldn't have enjoyed that show." Remus's tongue swipes over his lips, which tickles Virgil's cock a lot more than he'd like it to. "Having sex so often has it's perks. Maybe you should interrupt me more often." 

Virgil scowls, pulling away from Remus's shoulder. "Maybe you should pay more attention to me." 

Remus smiles, lips stretching into an amused grin, until Remus is shifting his position in order to properly thrust up into Virgil's hole, causing Virgil to cut himself off with a pathetic little moan. 

His painted nails dig into Remus's shoulder, cursing loudly, before he's rubbing his head against Remus's shoulder again. Remus clicks his mic back on, and gives a half-hearted apology, as Virgil gently rolls his hips down against Remus's thick cock. 

He's slow with his movements, biting back his groans despite the amount of effort it takes. 

And Remus can pretend like he's more focused on the game, but Virgil sees the goosebumps on his arms, and the way the hair on the back of his neck stands up as he tries to anticipate each descent on his cock, craving the moment when Virgil decides to pull up nearly all the way and slam his tight ass back down. But Virgil wants to take  his time, torturing Remus by playing with his impatience. 

Against his earlobe, Remus whispers "Virgil..." but Virgil ignores him. 

"Focus on your game," Virgil responds, voice just as quiet but tone bitter and smug. It makes Remus pout, but he doesn't say more about it for once.

 Virgil kisses the skin of Remus's neck, dragging his face against Remus's itchy stubble and then brushing his lips over the mustache above Remus's top lip, before kissing him. Remus is a bit clumsy, as his hand jerks suddenly on his controller, but Virgil doesn't care that he's messing Remus up. 

He grinds his hips against Remus's, and both of them groan, which finally earns some louder buzz through Remus's earphones. 

Virgil freezes as he hears louder voices, before watching as Remus glances towards him, and mouths 'what do I tell them?' 

Virgil flushes, and sort of opens his mouth to respond only for no words to come out. It's clear by Remus's wide eyes and amused face that those on the other end have caught on, but to what extent was unknown to him. 

He holds his breath, and listens as Remus teasingly goes "well, how much did you hear?" 

He waits for an answer, before nudging Virgil, as if implying they don't know he's here, meaning it's ultimately up to him whether or not they find out that Remus is doing a little more than "masturbating."

Virgil lifts his hips up, and this time moans as he slams them back down, Remus's cock fucking into his prostate. Once again, the chatter on the headset gets louder and more frantic, as if excited or surprised by Virgil's apparent presence! Remus grins wide, making Virgil's face go red as he imagines what exactly they're saying about him. 

"Don't stop," Remus then urges, running a hand down Virgil's side. "You're providing Janus and Logan with excellent background noise!" 

Whining, Virgil hides his face in Remus's neck, but obediently he lifts his hips again. 

At least he no longer has to put in the work to muffle himself. 

He hears buttons click, and assumes Remus is going back to playing. With his face up against Remus's, right beneath his ear and headphone, he finally hears a semi-clear voice informing Remus that it's incredible he can manage to focus with a toy in his lap. 

Virgil moans at the words, which earn more buzz from the other two, and a soft laugh from Remus. 

"This isn't an excuse for you two to be slacking off," Remus playfully chides, jerking forward due to the exciting nature of the game, jostling Virgil in the process. Virgil cries out at the movement, before sucking in a deep breath. He's got to keep himself focused. Remus isn't going to help fuck him, after all. 

He digs his fingers into Remus's shoulders, giving himself the proper support necessary to began rhythmically pushing himself up, and then roughly slamming himself back down, clenching around Remus's cock as he feels pre ooze into him. 

Shaky moans spill openly from his mouth, and although he's embarrassed he can't help but be the least bit flustered at the words the other two are no doubt saying about him, further amplified by the amused glances Remus gives him every time his headset gets particularly loud. 

Virgil moans loud as Remus's cock slams into his prostate again, and this time he repeatedly drops his hips down in order to aim for that area, only pulling halfway off of Remus's cock before pushing himself back down. 

Remus groans in his ear, and Virgil hears him fumble with his controller. 

One of Virgil's hands slide down Remus's chest, and then down his own front as it lands on his cock. It ruts against Remus's chest, providing him with uncomfortable friction, so Virgil begins to stroke himself to give himself proper pleasure. 

He pants, drool leaking down his chin. 

"Remus," Virgil whispers, as his hips fall once again, pushing Remus's cock deeper and deeper into him. 

"What?" Remus responds, loud as ever. "What's up?" 

Virgil whines. Remus knows. Remus knows full well that he's pushing himself, that he's close and threatening to come at any moment, and he's going to make Virgil admit it and humiliate himself just for the fun of it.

"I'm close."

"Come on, Virgil," Remus urges, grinning wide. "Speak up. I only have one available ear, you know. You're going to have to speak a little louder." 

Virgil whines again, before shakily repeating "I'm close." 

More vibrations emerge from the headphones, no doubt Janus and Logan making their own comments, with certain ones making Remus smile and laugh as Virgil continues to stroke and pump his leaking cock, still fucking himself back on Remus's cock. 

"They're debating whether or not I should let you come," Remus murmurs, making Virgil gasp, before huffing. 

"You- you haven't done anything else," Virgil groans, pre spilling over his fingers. "What makes you think you have that authority?" 

Remus sets the controller down suddenly, leaning forward as he grabs Virgil's hips. Remus pushes their lips against each other in a sloppy kiss, before dragging his teeth over the length of Virgil's jaw and to his ear. 

"What makes you think I don't?" 

"Please!" Virgil cries, as Remus knocks Virgil's hand away and begins stroking Virgil's cock for him, fast and relentless. Virgil struggles to hold back, digging his nails into Remus's shoulder as he sinks down fully on Remus's cock. "Please!" 

"Now you want to beg?" Remus teases, and laughs at how Virgil gasps and moans. 

"Remus!" 

"What? You going to come? While I'm on a call with two of our friends? They're going to hear you make a mess like the pathetic, perverted slut you are. Is that what you want? Huh?" 

Virgil's thighs squeeze around Remus's own, as Remus continues to pump his cock. It's relentless and rough, and after a matter of seconds, Virgil comes over Remus's hand and their chests. He makes a mess of them both, and moans as Remus strokes him through his orgasm, and continues to overstimulate him afterwards. 

It's another minute of Virgil whining and writhing before Remus finally lets his cock go. 

"Alright, guys, I think I'm done for today," Remus then says, fiddling with the mic attached to his headset. "There's another game I'm a little more interested in playing right now." 

He barely gives them time to complain or say bye before he's reaching forward to leave the call from his computer, and then stands, keeping a hand around Virgil's waist to make sure he's properly held and that his own cock stays deep in Virgil's ass. His headset is carelessly tossed onto his desk, as he carries Virgil to the bed, and shamelessly flops them both down onto it. 

Mouth stretched into a toothy grin, Remus's fingers dig into Virgil's pudgy thighs. 

"You ready for a second round?" he asks, teasingly, and Virgil shamelessly nods, already wrapping his arms around Remus's shoulders to keep their bodies close. At least he was finally getting attention. 

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #dukexiety #dukexiety smut

[edupunkn00b]

The Game is Afoot!

Photo by Ashni via Unsplash. Edited by edupunkn00b.

Rated: G - WC: 1036 - CW: None

Three weeks after Christmas and Logan is still working on his puzzle from Virgil. Is it any wonder why?

"The game is afoot!"

“But I thought you said Virgil’s game is a puzzle, Logie!” 

“Patton! It’s a—” The Moral Side’s head tilted far to the left, brow knit together in deep confusion. Breathing slowly through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he nearly missed the quiver at the corner of Patton's mouth. He groaned. “Okay, okay, you got me.”

“So can I play, too?” Patton bounced on the balls of his feet, Watson scarf already tied in a neat knot around his neck.

Logan groaned again. “No, not this time, Patton.”

“Yeah, Popstar, I get to play Watson and Moriarty for this one.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Remus purred from his spot behind the television. “You can help me air fry fish fingers.”

“Um, do fish have fingers?” Patton asked, his perplexed expression genuine this time.

“Doctor Who reference?” Logan asked, eyes darting up from the frayed newspaper in his hands. Christmas had been over two weeks ago and he was still working through the mystery puzzle Virgil had created for him.

The Anxious Side chuckled. “Focus, L…”

“I dunno!” the Creative Side laughed, either not hearing the other two Sides or simply ignoring them, and grabbed Patton’s hand, his new—well, formerly new air fryer tucked under one arm. The thing reeked of a mixture of pickle brine and peat, and its once pristine white plastic casing was charred and cracked on the sides. A neon green mold had begun to grow around the control panel, nearly obscuring a flashing ERR-80085. “Let’s go find out!”

Before Patton could say another word, the two had sunk out to the Imagination.

“And then there were four—err, well,” Logan cleared his throat and returned his attention to the newspaper. 

“Yes,” Janus purred from the corner of the couch. “Don’t mind us, we don’t want to play your silly little scavenger hunt—”

“It’s not just a scavenger hunt, Jay! Ugh, why do you—” Virgil cut himself off and adjusted the ties on his hoodie. “Nope, not gonna engage. Not worth it.”

“That’s right, Tall, Dark, and Stormy,” Roman agreed from the staircase. He leapt over the side of the banister with a flourish, the new gold—was that real gold?—trim clinking gently with the impact. “I shall keep the living room safe from any of Janus’ dastardly plans.”

“Oh, no, you caught me drinking wine,” Janus slurred.

“Off you go,” Roman said to Virgil and Logan, pretending not to hear Janus’ mocking. Virgil and Logan exchanged a look. Selective hearing seemed to be a tool in each of the brother’s kits. “I’ve got everything under control here.”

“If you’re sure, Princey,” Virgil began, gaze trained on Janus’ oh-so-innocent expression.

“Wait, Virgil!” Logan grabbed his arm in a remarkable imitation of Remus dragging Patton to the Imagination. He held the newspaper to Virgil’s face. “Does this symbol represent the meter outside?”

Worry shifted into a wicked grin. “Only one way to find out, Detective Holmes.”

“Ha! I knew it!” Logan grinned and ran toward the door, Virgil at his heels.

They flung open the door together and stood on the sunny first step, just as Thomas’ neighbor walked by, well, more like was led by her noisy dog.

“Oh! Good morning, uh, Thomas?” she called as she jogged past, barely managing to slow the pace of her five pound monster of a chihuahua, Craig the Dragon. 

“Good morning, Betty!” Logan called quickly, stepping to obscure her view of Virgil’s face. “You’ve met my brother Jake, have you not?”

“Yes, yes, of course…” she agreed, voice fading. She was already three doors down. “Nice to see you, Jake!” Betty called one more time before Craig spotted a lizard in another yard and dashed after it.

“That was close,” Virgil muttered, peering around Logan’s shoulder to watch Betty stamp her foot and shout, Leave it!

“Indeed,” Logan agreed, scanning the newspaper. “Is this the only outdoor clue?”

Virgil nodded, eyes fixed on the race between the lizard and the chihuaha. “Yeah.” The chihuaha won.

“Well, then…” Logan adjusted his deerstalker. “Shall we?”

Another neighbor ran out to help pry the lizard from Craig’s maw and Logan and Virgil used the distraction to swing around to the other side of Thomas’ house. Logan began counting the meters. The final meter in the row showed was lettered LUC.

“Is that meant to be ‘look?’” Logan asked, eyebrow raised.

“What do you want? I was outside and in a rush,” Virgil shrugged, keeping watch around the corner. “L, hurry up, she’s on her way back and I look nothing like Jake.”

Nodding brusquely, Logan examined every inch of the glass casing. Finally, he found a series of tiny scratches. Running his fingers over the markings, he grinned. “Morse code? T-h-e—space—n-e-x-t—space—g-l—Wait—” He rubbed his fingertip over another section. “Ha! You thought you could catch me with pre-1874 Morse code!”

He fell quiet, studying the scratches. “C’mon, L, we gotta get back inside now.”

“Ha!” Logan crowed, triumphantly. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and dashed around the back of the building. “Let’s go through the patio. ‘The next clue is in the kitchen.’”

Virgil was the first to smell smoke. The pair exchanged one last quick look and raced to the door.

Before either could reach it, the patio door slid open with a crash and Patton stumbled out. “They’re moving! The chicken fingers are moving!” he screeched, smacking at his own shoulders. Embers sparked in his hair and on the sleeves of his catigan. A wall of acrid smoke soon followed and they all stepped back.

“Come back, Daddy!” Remus called, his voice and the tromp of boots growing louder. The Creative Side emerged from he smoke, arms full of wriggling—and burnt—breaded somethings. “I think I got ‘em all this time!”

“Remus!” Roman shouted from inside. “They got in my crown!”

“Oops. Almost all of ‘em,” Remus winked and ran back inside. "Keep your pants on, Ro Bro! Believe me—you don't want those little stinkers getting in there!"

The trio shared a moment of confused silence before Janus sauntered out, an uncorked bottle in one hand and a tray of four glasses in the other. “Wine, anyone?”

#sanders sides #logan sanders #ts logan #virgil sanders #ts virgil #patton sanders #ts patton #roman sanders #ts roman #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #canonverse #after the gift exchange #three weeks after‚ to be precise #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Erudite | In Your Own Time

Hi, I absolutely loved Erudite!!! If you're taking requests at the moment, I'd love to see a continuation of it where Virgil (or Patton, Janus or Remus) makes it obvious that they've been flirting with Logan, and he tells them he's not interested in that way and comes out to them as aromantic (preferably with the 4 of them being supportive and reassuring him they'll still want to hang out with him now they're in a relationship) – stormofstarlight

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: internalized arophobia

Pairings: NONE WE ARE ALL PLATONIC HERE BABEY

Word Count: 2502

As soon as Roman opens his door, he stands aside to let Logan in and closes the door firmly behind them.

"They won't stop," Logan grits out, adjusting his tie over and over again until he's more just pulling on it but he can't stop because his chest won't stop twitching, "they just—I can't—I don't—"

"Easy," Roman murmurs, taking him by the hand and leading him over to the bed, "hey, hey, just come sit with me for a moment, okay?"

Logan collapses to the bed in a thoroughly undignified heap, letting Roman coax him into a floppy cuddle. Hands run through his hair as he squeezes his eyes shut, fumbling to put his glasses on the nightstand so he can freely bury his face into the crook of Roman's neck. Roman hushes him with a seemingly limitless patience, breathing slowly and steadily as a gentle reminder. The mass of frenzied energy in his chest starts to slowly unravel.

"Please—my chest—can you—?"

Roman works a hand between them to rub gentle circles into his chest again and Logan whimpers from the relief of it.

"Oh, you're alright, Logan, it's okay." Roman's lips press chastely against his forehead. "I've got you, okay? You're right here with me. Everything's okay. You're okay. Shh, shh, that's it…just get it all worked out, okay? I'm right here. You're safe."

He is. He is safe here. Roman is right, he is safe here, everything's going to be okay. Roman understands and he's holding him gently and he can just—just—

Another kiss pressed to his temple. "You're alright, Erudite."

Logan shatters.

He loses track of time almost instantly, just curled up against Roman. Everything fades into a confusing swirl of soreness and euphoria, the faint pain in his chest not enough to drown out how good it feels to just let it go. And Roman stays with him for all of it, just rubbing his chest and kissing his hair and letting him be a complete and utter mess right there, on the bed, without any need for him to do anything other than feel. A luxury he would have denied himself and been all the lesser for it.

After a long, long time, he presumes, he sags against Roman, exhausted. Roman offers a small water bottle that he sips from gratefully.

"That seemed like a lot, Erudite."

"It was," he croaks, "I'm…thank you."

"You're very welcome. I'm glad you came." Roman kisses his cheek again and takes the water bottle. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Do you want me to ask questions like last time?"

"Please?"

Roman smiles, brushing a tear from Logan's cheek. "Does it have anything to do with what we talked about last time?"

"Yes."

"Are the others flirting with you again?"

Logan rounds his shoulders. "I don't think it counts as flirting."

"Let me rephrase: are they doing things to playfully squabble for your attention and get all pouty when you don't give it to them?"

"…yes."

Roman's chuckle is enough to coax the smallest smile back to his face. Roman sees it, of course, and nudges him gently. "Is that what's making you so upset?"

"In a way," he sighs. "I don't…I don't want to not spend time with them anymore, but when they keep—they just—"

At his groan of frustration, Roman tugs lightly on his sleeve. "Is it that they don't know that you're aromantic, or you still feel as though their affection isn't for you?"

"Both?"

Roman nods sympathetically. "Do you think it would be helpful to talk to them about it?"

"But what do I say? 'Hi, I'm aromantic, I feel like you shouldn't be giving me affection?'"

"Is that true?"

"In some ways, yes. But I can figuratively see Patton's face if I said something like that to them and—"

"Yes, quite." Roman winces. "I can see it too. Yeah, maybe…maybe not that."

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"Well, do you think you'd rather come out to them first, or tell them that they're making you uncomfortable by flirting with you first?"

"Aren't the two of them connected?"

"Well, yes, but them being connected doesn't mean they have to be simultaneous. I came out to Remus before I came out to the others—actually, I don't know if I'm fully out to the others, now that I think about it." He gives himself a shake. "But this isn't about me. I—do you think you would be okay with them knowing you were aro?"

Logan sighs, leaning back against Roman. Roman lets the pause hang in the air. "I don't know. I don't want them to look at me any differently."

"Of course not," Roman says softly, carding his hand through his hair again, "I understand. Maybe you could tell them that you'd like them to stop flirting with you?"

"But them flirting—I don't know if it's flirting. And they're—they—is it wrong that I like having them want to spend time with me? Or that they want my attention?"

"No, it's not bad."

"What if I ask them to stop and they don't do anything with me anymore?"

"I don't think that'll happen, Erudite."

The name sends a small jolt of warmth through him. "But I don't think I know the difference. What if all of their attention feels wrong?"

Roman's quiet for a moment.

"Sorry."

"No, no, don't apologize. We're just talking. It's okay. This is complicated. It's hard, and it's not—I don't think any of the things we could say, any of us, will completely make these feelings go away. That's not your fault, that's just how feelings are."

"I know," Logan grumbles, "it's the worst."

Roman chuckles again, the feeling reverberating through his chest. A small smile comes to Logan's face. "It is the worst, you are absolutely correct."

He toys with a loose thread at the end of his tie. "Does that mean I should come out to them first?"

"This isn't a binary answer, Logan—"

"Boolean."

"This isn't a Boolean answer, Logan, there are more than two options. You can also just tell them that things feel different now that they're in a relationship."

Logan frowns. "But it's not my relationship."

"That doesn't mean the dynamics of all of us aren't changing. It's going to feel different for everybody, not just you. That's not an unreasonable thing to bring up. Like—okay, imagine there's a pool of water and there are…oh, god, how many of us are there?"

"Six."

"There are six buoys floating in the pool. The ripples are going to all interact, right?"

"Yes."

"Now if we tied four of them together, or the four of them were connected in some way, that would change the ripples, right?"

Begrudgingly, Logan can admit to himself that it's a very solid analogy. He mumbles something to that effect as he curls up a little more. Roman kindly refrains from teasing him about it.

"It's different. It just is. It makes sense that things are going to take some getting used to for all of us. It's not your fault that you feel a certain way about it, even if you're happy it happened in the first place."

"I know, it's just…"

"Yeah," Roman agrees quietly when he can't quite finish it, "it is."

"Will you be there," he asks, turning to look up at him, "when I tell them?"

"Of course I will, Erudite. Of course."

In the end, it comes up in a rather roundabout way. Patton ordered a deck of pride-themed cards and they all decide to play a game with them. But first, they have to take the time to appreciate the quality of the artwork, and so they lay them all out so they can see them in their full splendor.

"These are sick," Virgil mumbles, looking at the array of cards spread out in front of them, "where did you say you got these from?"

"Well, they were only pre-order when I bought them—"

"Shit."

"Language, kiddo, but I can send you the link to the seller's website?"

"Yeah, gimme that. Maybe there's a way to get a hold of them."

"Why does this one have frogs?"

"Because frogs are awesome, Janny," Remus cackles, looping one arm around Patton's shoulders and pulling him in for what is probably supposed to be an affectionate side hug. "Aren't they?"

"Aww, that's so sweet, Remus!"

"Yes," Janus says, trying for his normal wry sarcasm and missing by quite a distance, "yes, it is."

Logan shuffles a little and Roman presses their shoulders together. He takes a deep breath in and out. He can do this.

"Ooh, hey, you know what'd be fun?" Virgli rubs his hands togheter. "Everyone pick the one you like the most."

"Frogs!"

"Remus!"

The carefully arranged cards scatter as Remus all but dives for the frog one, only caught by Janus quickly wrapping his arms around the exuberant green blur. Patton shakes his head fondly and places the gay pride card with the frogs on it in front of Remus. Remus squeals gleefully and snatches it up.

"No eating, Remus!"

"I won't, I won't, they're not mine."

Janus chuckles as he picks up the bisexual pride card. "Oh, Remus. We can make one you can eat later."

"Really?"

"Sure."

Virgil rolls his eyes as he puts the demisexual pride card in front of himself. "You're just encouraging him, you know."

"Oh, of course."

"I'll take the rainbow pride one, if no one else wants it?"

"All yours, Padre."

Patton claps his hands excitedly and picks it up, settling it in front of himself with a little wiggle. "This was a great idea, Virgil, they're all so pretty!"

"Right? I'm definitely stealing this deck from you at some point."

Where in the past that might have turned into a lecture about asking permission to joke that it wouldn't be stealing if Patton let him take it, instead is just another fond roll of his eyes. "Roman? Logan? Which ones did you two pick?"

Logan glances down at Roman. Roman gestures for him to go first. He looks at the pile. He could just take the asexuality pride, that would be the safer option.

It would.

But he hears Roman's soft voice calling him Erudite in the back of his mind and he makes his decision, reaching instead for the aroace pride card. After a moment, Roman picks up the aromantic pride card and puts it in front of himself.

"I don't think I know those," he hears Patton say, "what are those ones?"

"Aromantic," Roman says, leaning against Logan's side. "Mine's aromantic."

Remus wiggles an arm free from Janus's embrace to give Roman a high-five. "Hell yeah, bro. Lolo's got—did you want to say it?"

"You can."

"Lolo's got aroace."

"Oh. So…is that aromantic and asexual?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh. That's…cool."

Virgil snorts, reaching over to give Logan a pat on the shoulder. "Tone, Pop Star."

"Oh, no, not that I don't—I didn't mean it like that," Patton says quickly, "I've just never seen that one before!"

Logan nods. He swallows the lump in his throat and reaches blindly for Roman's hand. Roman squeezes it back. "What game are we playing?"

"Right." Virgil sits up taller. "So, it's called Kings in a Corner and we all have to promise we're not teaching Janus how to play Spite and Malice."

"Oh, that doesn't seem fair."

"No, no, I agree with this assertion, we will not be teaching you that game."

"Yeah, you'd take it too seriously."

"I would not!"

"We all know that's a lie."

"Hey, L?"

Logan turns. Virgil jogs up to him as the rest of them clear away the last of the cards. "Yes?"

"Are you—that was your way of coming out to us, right?"

"Yes, I had intended it to be."

"Well, um, thanks, for that. I, uh, I'm glad you felt like it was safe enough to do." Logan just nods. "I, uh, guess you figured out we've been…flirting with you, huh?"

"I did, yes." No need to mention that Roman helped with that.

"We, uh, I'm guessing you'd rather we…didn't."

"I think so, yes. I don't…feel comfortable with it."

"Yeah, I figured." Virgil shuffles a little back and forth in the hall. His hands twist into the pockets of his hoodie. "Just—you know that we still care about you, right?"

"Are you referring to the aftermath of me coming out, or the recent relationship the four of you have entered?"

"The, uh, the second one. We do—I—okay, I'm just gonna ask this." He takes a deep breath. "Does this have anything to do with why you asked me to get Roman when you had that nightmare?"

Logan blinks. "When did you lot get this perceptive?"

Virgil shrugs, offering a sheepish smile. "I…may have gone to ask Remus what was happening—"

"Why Remus? What does Remus have to do with anything?"

"'Cause he's the one who's always rambling about how much he loves spending time with you."

"He what now?"

"C'mon, L, you know he adores you. Not like that, but he—you two just get each other, you know? So yeah, he likes talking about it." Logan is still reeling from that as Virgil keeps talking. "So I asked him if you were upset or something and he said that he—he didn't know, for sure, but he said it was something that only Princey would really understand and when you, uh, you both chose aro cards and I sort of…put it together."

"Your logic is…impeccable."

"Coming from you, that's high praise." Virgil shuffles a little closer. "Look, I know this is gonna be weird for a bit while we all figure this out, you and Roman too, but I—you know we still care about you. We still wanna help you and spend time with you. I'm not saying that to be like 'hey, you shouldn't feel weird about it,' you can absolutely still feel weird about it, just—yeah."

"I understand. Thank you, Virgil."

Virgil nods. "I'll tell the others to back off about the whole flirting thing, but I'll let—you should be the one to decide when to tell them the rest."

Logan bows his head and Virgil grins, going off into his room. Logan watches him go before going into his own room, shutting the door. He just stands there for a moment, letting himself be. Virgil's words ring in his head along with another shudder of the warmth he feels when Roman calls him Erudite. He smiles.

In his own time.

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[oliviaischillin1204]

Hungry For Raspberries

[olivia's note: hello gang! time for another wonderful offering from the incomparable anne onymous! thank you anne!!!]

Today had been a rather tickly day for Virgil. Not that he minded, of course. Tickling was pretty common in the Mind Palace, but today really...took the biscuit? Took the cake? Took everything in the bakery, or however the saying goes, Virgil couldn't remember. It first started this morning when Roman was given the dreaded task of waking Virgil, who always slept in until noon if you let him.

Virgil buried his face in his pillow, giggling madly as he tried not to think of Roman who was hovering over him with wiggling fingers. "Come on, Virgil. If you don't come out, the tickle monster's coming iiin!" Roman teased in a sing-song voice. "I'm gay!" Virgil squealed, his voice muffled by the pillow. "That's not what we meant and you know it." Roman said, sitting down on the bed. "We?" Virgil asked, looking up at the creative Side. "Yes, "we". As in me...and the TICKLE MONSTER!" Roman exclaimed, scribbling his fingers all over Virgil's ribs, causing the emo to squirm and giggle.

Safe to say, Virgil definitely didn't oversleep this morning. And that was just the beginning. Later on in the living room, he kept putting his feet on the coffee table which annoyed Logan to no end. Finally, he had enough and grabbed Virgil's feet, placing them on his lap.

"How many times did I tell you to stop putting your feet on the coffee table?" Logan asked. "Four." Virgil replied. "And how many times did you listen?" Logan queried. "Zero." Virgil answered. "Hence why it is your own fault for what I am about to do." Logan said, tickling the arches of Virgil's socked feet. "Ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" Virgil apologised. "Somehow I doubt that highly. Perhaps your punishment should be more precise." Logan reasoned, slowly slipping off Virgil's socks. "Uh-oh." Virgil giggled. ""Uh-oh" indeed, Virgil. Allow me to tell you the story of five little piggies. And since I know you just adore this story, I might even tell it twice." Logan said with a sly grin as Virgil hid his face in a couch pillow. He was pleasantly surprised that Logan would play "This Little Piggy" with him given how serious Logan tends to be and how that nursery rhyme is for children. 

So yeah, quite a busy morning. As for right now? Virgil was currently in a very tickly cuddle with Patton on the couch. He was smothering Virgil's neck and ears in kisses and nuzzles while squeezing his sides. As Virgil squealed and wiggled in his embrace, Patton thought he could hear a "stop" among his giggles. "Sorry kiddo, are you not in the mood?" Patton asked, stopping everything. But Patton couldn't be more wrong. His neck nuzzles and tickly kisses were the best, but all the previous attacks put Virgil in a really big lee mood. One that couldn't be cured with gentle tickles. Virgil wanted something a little more...intense. "Actually, umm, I was just wondering if you could maybe, uhhh, move to a different spot?" Virgil asked shyly. "Oh, ok. What about your armpits? Is that better?" Patton asked, scribbling in Virgil's sensitive hollows. "Eek! Hahahahaha! Nohohoho, nohohot thehehehere!" Virgil giggled. "What about your ribs?" Patton asked, poking and prodding at Virgil's ribs. "Ahahahaha! Gehehetting wahaharmer!" Virgil squealed. "Oh, I see. You want the tickle monster to give you tummy tickles, hmm?" Patton teased, skittering across Virgil's tummy with both hands. 

"Ahahahahaha! Yehehehes, buhut nohot lihike thahahahat!" Virgil cackled, pushing Patton's hands away. "Not like what?" Patton asked. "Not with...not that way." Virgil said. "You mean with my hands?" Patton guessed. Virgil nodded. "Oh. Well I'm sure Roman has some crafting feathers we could borrow. Or we could use this new feather duster Logan just got, oh my goodness, he got me with it yesterday and it was so tickly, I didn't even know I could be that ticklish. I think I could even tickle myself with it, but of course Logan would argue that your brain anticipates–" Patton suggested but Virgil interrupted. "No f-feathers either, just...I mean...God, why is this so hard?" he stammered, burying his face in his hands in frustration. Virgil and Logan always struggled when it came to asking for tickles, Roman and Patton were the only ones who could shamelessly ask. One time Roman upright asked Virgil and he almost choked on his coffee. 

"Maybe try texting it to me. That way you don't have to say anything." Patton suggested. Virgil took out his phone and started to type. But it turns out just writing the word and having to look at it can be just as difficult sometimes. Thank god for emojis. Just one problem: there's no raspberry emoji on his phone. But there was a strawberry emoji and a mouth emoji. That should do it. Patton's phone buzzed as he got the text but his face screwed up in confusion as he read it. 

💜Virgil🌩: 

👄🍓

"You wanna get a snack first?" Patton asked hesitantly. Virgil facepalmed and groaned. Take 2. This time he had to be more direct. Patton's phone buzzed again and Patton thankfully didn't look as confused as before at this one.

💜Virgil🌩:

👋❌ 🪶❌ 👄✅

"Ahhh, I think I get it now." Patton said, pushing Virgil's shirt up and straddling his thighs with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Virgil covered his eyes with his arms to avoid eye contact with Patton. "Ok kiddo. Ready?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and Patton blew the biggest raspberry he could into Virgil's belly, making him scream with laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" Virgil shrieked, kicking and squirming like crazy. When it finally ended, Patton caught his breath while Virgil giggled happily from the phantom vibrations that made his tummy tingle and gave him butterflies. "Was that fun?" Patton asked, smiling as he noticed Virgil's eyeshadow had turned purple and glittery. Virgil nodded then suddenly covered his belly protectively with his arms, giggling more. "Had enough?" Patton guessed. "No, I just thought how much it would ti...how bad it would be to experience three r...to have three at once." Virgil confessed, curling into himself. "Think you can handle it?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded.

"Logan! Roman! Virgil's hungry for raspberries!" Patton called. Logan and Roman rose up into the room with amused expressions. "You're still in the mood for tickles?" Roman asked. "Was my storytelling not satisfactory? I was even generous enough to do it twice." Logan teased, causing Virgil to squeak and hide his face in his hood. "I'd suggest moving from the couch to the floor for this, Virgil." Patton advised. Avoiding eye contact with anyone, Virgil walked away from the couch and laid down on the floor. "So, how are we gonna do this?" Virgil asked hesitantly. "How about Logan on your left, Roman on your right and me in the middle?" Patton suggested. Virgil nodded in agreement and the others got into position. Logan knelt down by Virgil's left side while Roman sat by Virgil's right side and Patton went back to straddling his thighs. "Let's do a warm up first. We should see if you can handle two at once before diving into three." Patton recommended. Virgil held back a whine and nodded. Without any warning, he felt two raspberries being blown on the sides of his bare belly. 

"HAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEY, NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR! AHAHAHAHA!" Virgil bellowed. Roman and Logan gave each other a smug look while they caught their breath. Meanwhile Virgil giggled like a mad man and squirmed from the phantom tickles as he recovered. "Still think you can handle three?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Just in case, we should come up with a safe word." Logan recommended. ""Panic" works for me." Virgil suggested. The others nodded in agreement and prepared themselves. "Ready Virgil?" Patton asked. Virgil nodded and braced himself. "Ok, on three. One..." Patton started. "Two..." Logan continued. "Three!" Roman finished. They all took a deep breath and blew right into Virgil's belly. He screamed and cackled and kicked and bucked like crazy. "NOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! PAHAHAHAHANIC!!!" Virgil screamed. Everyone stopped immediately and Logan went to the kitchen to get some water for Virgil. 

"Thahat...wahas...soho bahad." Virgil gasped. "Was it still fun?" Roman asked. Virgil nodded. "Here, Virgil. This should help you." Logan said, handing him the glass. "Thanks." Virgil replied, drinking the water gratefully. As he continued to catch his breath, Patton couldn't help but feel slight envy. Oh well, there's an easy fix for that. "My turn!" Patton exclaimed, lying down with his arms up. The others gave Patton a fond look before surrounding him in a similar fashion to before with Virgil: Roman and Logan by his sides and Virgil straddling his thighs after finally composing himself. "Any specific instructions?" Virgil inquired, moving Patton's shirt up to reveal his sensitive tummy. "First I want just one on my belly, then two at the same time, and then all three of you at once. Please." Patton instructed. "Got it. Safeword?" Virgil asked. Patton thought for a moment before blurting out "Kitties!"

""Kitties" it is. And if you forget or can't say it, just bang on the ground like a wrestler tapping out, ok?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, eagerly awaiting the tickles. Virgil decided not to go first considering he was just tickled senseless a minute ago, so he gave Roman a subtle nod and he gladly did the honours. Thankfully, Patton still seemed to enjoy himself. "YAHAHAHAHAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he squealed. Virgil smiled down at the giggly father figure as Roman got back up for air. "Would've gone first, but I need to give my lungs a break." Virgil explained. Patton nodded in understanding but was soon cackling like mad as Roman and Logan once again went for the surprise tactic. "HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHOHO TICKLY! HAHAHAHAHA!" Patton cackled. "That's kind of the point, Padre. This would be really awkward if it didn't." Roman pointed out after he stopped. 

"Still certain you want to go through the final round?" Logan checked. Patton nodded eagerly. "Ok, if you insist. On three?" Virgil suggested. Patton shook his head. "Ok, I guess we're diving right in." Virgil said. And just like that, Patton felt three raspberries being blown on his ticklish tummy and completely lost it. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!! KIHIHITTIHIHIES!!!" Patton shrieked. The sensations stopped immediately and Roman went to fetch Patton a glass of water. "You good, Patton?" Logan asked. Patton nodded, still catching his breath. "Here." Roman said as he gave Patton the glass. "Thahanks." Patton gasped before swallowing it down slowly. The others watched him for about two minutes to be sure he was definitely alright. "I'm ok, don't worry. Just needed a second." Patton assured. "I must say, this activity is actually quite amusing. I'm tempted to try it myself." Logan confessed. "You should try it, Logan. It's really fun." Patton said. "Well, it is my job as Thomas's logic to understand things, so, very well." Logan reasoned, blushing hard.

"Don't bother with the singular one, I'm already aware of how it feels." he added, lying down comfortably. "Ok. Safeword?" Virgil asked. "Crofters." Logan said. "How original." Roman teased, straddling Logan's thighs. "Don't get cocky or I'll make your turn figurative hell." Logan warned. "Isn't that the whole point of this?" Virgil asked, settling himself down by Logan's left side. "Touché–HEHEHEHEHEY! HAHAHAHAHA! IT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" Logan cackled in surprise as both Patton and Virgil blew on his belly. "I wish you could see this from my perspective, because this is hilarious." Roman remarked as Logan recovered from the surprise raspberries. "Roman, be nice." Patton scolded. "You still good to go, Lo?" Virgil checked, relieved when the logical Side nodded. "Care for countdown?" Roman inquired. "From five will do." Logan said. "Alrighty then, in five..." Patton started. "Four, three..." Roman continued. "Two, one!" Virgil finished, before everyone blew on Logan's belly, shattering his composure. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! I CAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!! CROHOHOHOFTERS!!!" Logan shrieked, causing everyone to stop and Virgil went to get him a glass of water. 

"You alright?" Patton asked. Logan nodded and sat upright, trying to calm his breathing. "Here you go." Virgil said as he handed Logan the glass, watching him sipping carefully. As soon as he was done, Roman spoke up. "Looks like we've saved the best for last." he said, lying down confidently and pulling his shirt up. "Don't bother with warm-ups, just dive right in!" Roman requested, raising his hands behind his head. "Are you sure, Roman?" Patton checked. "Yeah, it's pretty intense, dude." Virgil warned. "You should at least try two at once before just submitting yourself to three." Logan advised, straddling Roman but was met with a glare. "Alright, if you're positive about it. Safeword?" Patton asked. "Disney, obviously." Roman replied. "Fitting. Would you like a countdown?" Logan asked. "From ten." Roman answered. "Ten?! Jeez." Virgil exclaimed. "What can I say? Anticipation is half the fun." Roman said. But he didn't just mean his own anticipation. Roman smirked as he watched the others impatiently count down from ten and decided to tease them by saying they were counting too fast and must start all over again. Finally after ten agonisingly long seconds, touchdown. 

"AHAHAHAHAHA!!! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman bellowed. "That's the point, Roman. This would be a fruitless endeavour otherwise." Logan said as everyone got back up for some much needed oxygen. Patton went to get Roman a glass of water but Roman stopped him by grabbing his ankle. "Agahahain." Roman giggled. "You wanna go through that, again?!" Virgil asked in disbelief. Roman nodded. "Uhh, well, if you're sure, Roman. I guess we could do it again." Patton said hesitantly, kneeling back down. "Should we go down to two at once this time?" Logan suggested, causing Roman to shake his head and looked almost offended. "Very well, then, if you're certain. Shall we count down again?" Logan asked. Roman shook his head again. The others didn't bother with responding and just blew more raspberries on his belly again. "GAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOHOHOHOD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Roman cackled. The others stopped to catch their breath and Patton once again tried to go get a glass of water for Roman, but the prince stopped him once again. 

"One mohohore." Roman giggled. "Are you kidding me?!" Virgil yelled. "Roman, if we do this too much, it could have serious repercussions such as loss of consciousness, bladder failure or even-" Logan protested but was interrupted by a kick and glare from Roman, causing him to roll his eyes. "Fine. Just don't say we didn't warn you." Logan said. "I thought I had it bad earlier, but you're like a masochist today." Virgil commented. Against their better judgement, the three once again blew into his tummy and Roman lost it. His laughter went silent as he banged his fists on the floor. Virgil was the only one who remembered the tapping out backup plan and stopped, pushing Patton and Logan away from Roman. Patton rushed to the kitchen to finally get that water while Logan and Virgil guided Roman through his breathing. Patton arrived with four glasses, receiving a rather puzzled look from Virgil. "Uh, I don't think he needs that much water, Pat." Virgil said. "It's not just for him, the other three are for us." Patton explained, passing out the glasses. Roman desperately gulped down his water while Logan, Patton and Virgil merely sipped away slowly. After about five minutes, Roman was finally fully calmed down. 

"You ok, Princey?" Virgil asked. "Yeah, I'm alright now." Roman assured. "We warned you to not push yourself too far." Logan said. "But I was having fun." Roman whined before letting out a yawn. Patton giggled before finding himself yawning too. "Hey Roman, you got enough energy to help me summon something?" Patton inquired. "Sure, what do you need?" Roman asked. Patton whispered in Roman's ear, causing the creative Side to hold back giggles. His ears weren't usually ticklish, but those three rounds of raspberries pumped up his senses from one to one hundred. Nonetheless, he understood Patton's request and gladly delivered. The room was now covered top to bottom in blankets, fairylights strung across the ceiling and pillows scattered across the floor. Logan and Virgil couldn't help but smile at Roman's handiwork. "I thought we could use a cosy blanket fort to take a nap in after all that." Patton explained, summoning his cat onesie. Logan and Virgil wanted to protest but couldn't fight back their own yawns. Roman and Virgil summoned their onesies while Logan summoned his blue pyjamas. "Come on, Logan. If I'm doing this, there's no reason you shouldn't." Virgil argued. Logan wanted to protest but found himself too tired to do so and summoned his onesie. The four Sides cuddled up together under the blankets and enjoyed a well-deserved afternoon nap.

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[lovelylogans]

the parent trap

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: epilogue

Two very similar boys help their two very different families assimilate into one.

⁂

“Aw, Pa, do we have to?”

Patton—still entirely unused to driving on the left side of the road and therefore relegated to the passenger’s seat—gives Remus a Look through the rearview mirror.

“Even if this wasn’t suggested by the lawyer to clearly illustrate the harm that judge had on your upbringing, yes, I absolutely would have pushed for this on my own.”

“It’s a big upheaval in your lives, anyway,” Janus says, absently reaching over to pat Patton’s hand as he cranes his neck to watch for incoming traffic. “Too right you should have someone to talk to that isn’t related to you.”

“Or Virgil.”

“Or Virgil,” Janus amends. “And before either of you get any ideas, if you absolutely hate it there: fine. We shall find another child psychologist. But if you prank your way out of there, then that means you’re going to another child psychologist and your time in therapy will increase, as pranking the people you dislike is not a healthy way to express your feelings.”

The twins exchange a look.

Patton hopes that look means darn, any potential plan is foiled! but even he can see that there’s still some mischief brewing in those matching heads of theirs.

But any complaints are cut short by Janus pulling into the parking lot; sorry, the car park, he’s still getting used to all that.

Patton and Janus herd the boys in; they shuffle in, all together, to a cozy-looking if slightly bland waiting room, the other three taking up all the seats on the available couch as Patton approaches the front desk.

“Hi,” Patton says. “Appointment for Remus and Roman, under Parker-James?”

“Parker-James?” The person at the desk says, flipping through their agenda calendar. “Remus and Roman Parker-James… yes, I have you right here, he should be ready pretty soon…”

Janus flips through a spare copy of Vogue; the boys play some kind of hand-slapping game they must have learned at camp; Patton pretends to read the magazine in his hands while watching them both out of the corner of his eyes.

“Parker-James?” A voice calls from inside the office.

All four of them stand and make their way into the room.

The room is set up in mostly earth-tones; brown couches, leather armchair, nice wooden bookshelves stocked up with the books chock full of the latest therapeutic breakthroughs, a few plants tucked away in the corners. 

The pops of color come from the cartoon decor; little figurines, paintings, a few stuffed animals tucked into strategic locations. Rubber ducks and Disney heroines and plucky child protagonist and superheroes, stretch as far as the eye can see.

And there’s a great tarp set up on the floor and transparent plastic wrapped over the chairs, hanging in front of the bookshelves with their decorations and books, with a variety of incredibly tempting, messy-looking acrylic paints ripe for any child to cause chaos.

“Hello there, boys,” the therapist says with a smile, setting aside his pen and notebook. “I’m Dr. Emlie Picani. I’ll be your therapist. Do either of you enjoy painting?”

The boys exchange a look, this one much less loaded with mischief, but both nod.

“Good!” Dr. Picani says. “Me too. I’d like this first session to be much less formal—and don’t worry if you get a bit messy with it, I’ve got all these tarps laid out and I believe your Dads have brought spare clothes if necessary. And, on that note—Dads, if you’ll take your leave?”

“Be good,” Janus says, smoothing a hand over Remus’s then Roman’s hair.

“Have fun, boys!” Patton says, and they take their leave.

Patton has a pretty good feeling about this.

⁂

“All right, Remus?”

“All right,” Remus says, getting pretty used to the way the British exchange this particular pleasantry. “Uncle Logan’s sent down—”

“Ah, a cuppa!” Grandfather exclaims, taking tray off Remus’s hands. “Now, I’ll be mother—would you like one?”

“What is it?” Remus says.

“Earl grey, looks like,” Roman says, taking his nose out of the book he’s reading long enough to look.

“Yeah, I’ll have one,” Remus says, flopping onto one of the numerous couches in the study. “Thanks, Grandpa Toby.”

Grandfather putters about with the tray for a moment, taking a moment to add something to his—Remus spies the amber-colored liquid in the glass bottle Grandfather keeps in an isolated place where the children can’t reach it.

“Here you are, Roman, bit of honey—Remus, yours with enough sugar to kill me—”

“No brandy?” Remus says, giving Grandfather a hopeful look.

“Certainly not,” Grandfather says, as if he didn’t literally just sneak away a healthy slug into his own teacup. “You’ll stick to your wines, and you’ll have to ask your fathers to indulge in that, besides.”

Remus considers this. “How many years until that wavers?”

Grandfather pauses. 

“When you’re eighteen!” Roman squawks.

“Yes, certainly,” Grandfather says with an approving nod to Roman. “When you’re eighteen. That’s the responsible answer.”

Roman nods in satisfaction and returns his attention to his book.

“When I’m twelve?” Remus whispers.

“Certainly not,” Grandfather says, just as quietly.

“Thirteen.”

“No.”

“Fourteen? Fifteen?”

“...Eighteen.”

“Oh, puh-lease, as if you didn’t have moments of underage drinking, you can’t judge me for wanting to try things.”

Grandfather pauses, then waggles his hand side-to-side.

“Knew it,” Remus mutters, and he picks up a section of Grandfather’s newspaper. The sports section—Remus has been told in very certain terms about which teams the Jameses do and do not support, but it’s all gone in one ear and out the other—and pretends to read the articles while he really keeps an eye out to see if they’ve put any of the fun, rude chants in the paper.

(Tragically, no.)

And so they sit in silence, sipping their tea and reading their individual pieces of interest, and neither twin breathes a word to their fathers when their Grandfather cracks open the study window and busies himself with packing his pipe the instant the tea is done and spends the afternoon merrily smoking away.

⁂

Janus had initially been surprised that Patton had so willingly gone along with his insistence on filing a legal custody arrangement, even though they were once again back together.

The Patton he married nearly a dozen years ago probably would have insisted it wasn’t necessary, that they were together now and there was no point in it, but the Patton of today had fervently agreed and pored over the agreement with a metaphorical fine-toothed comb.

A decade without one of your sons was enough to change a person, Janus supposed.

Even if Patton tended to call it the Worst Case Scenario document.

“Okay,” Janus says, examining it. “Each boy returns to their original schooling, if necessary.”

“Even year summers are mine; odd year summers are yours,” Patton says. “The boys spend your birthday with you, and my birthday with me, when possible.”

“You have American Thanksgiving, always, which would mean I would always Bonfire Night.”

“Even year Christmas-and-Boxing-Days are yours; even year New Year’s are mine.”

“And Easters and other minor holidays in which the boys have a break from schooling alternate, with potential to revise the custodial arrangement until the boys are eighteen, at which point they’ll be free to spend holidays as they choose.”

They examine the paperwork in silence.

“Do you think we missed anything?” Janus says.

“I don’t think so,” Patton says uncertainly. “I’m sure Remy will tell us if we did.”

“Yes, that he would,” Janus says.

They stare at the paperwork some more.

“And now,” Patton says. “To file it away with Remy and hope we never need it.”

“To hope we never need it,” Janus agrees fervently, and Patton leans in for a kiss.

⁂

Not to be dramatic, but Remus has been dying from excitement looking forward to this moment literally since the moment their parents decided to send Remus to Roman’s fancy British school.

The fact that he has to wear a suit and tie kind of sucks, though. But it’s kind of nice that he’s going to be in all the same classes as Roman, if solely to spend more time teasing his brother and nothing else sentimental.

The school is smaller than Remus’s public California school; it’s all red brick and ivy, with a SOCCER field out back, a little bit outside of the edges of the city proper. He rides on the bus (also new—Virgil usually drove him to and from school, back home) and Roman escorts him to the office to make sure all of their paperwork is filed, like Dad told him to.

It is—he has to do hardly anything, just carry a form for his new teacher to fill out. He ignores whatever map they’re offering and just falls into step behind Roman.

The teacher meets him in the hall, signs his form, and goes into the classroom to introduce him.

Remus smiles to himself. Excellent. A dramatic entrance.

“Class,” the teacher says. “We have a new student this year—a Mr. Remus Parker, from California, in America. Come in, Remus, we can find a place for you next to your brother.”

Remus walks in, to whispers of wow, Roman has a twin! and American?! unhearing to all of it, his eyes searching the room for one familiar face.

He finds it.

All of the blood has drained from Dick Davies’s face, making him look even more pale and awful than usual. He’s slithered down in his chair, looking moments away from letting out a pathetic, awful whimper.

Remus offers his most bloodthirsty, shit-eating grin.

He does find a spot near Roman—near the back of the room, which is excellent. None of his American teachers would have made that mistake.

He waits until class is underway before he starts making mischief.

Like fucking Spalding he writes on a piece of paper, crumpling it into a ball, which he proceeds to chuck, full-strength, at the back of Davies’s head. Davies picks it up, frowning, and reads.

He lets out a really undignified squawking noise, which gets him giggled at by his classmates and scolded by their teacher. Roman grins sheepishly into his notebook, exchanging a look with Remus.

Yeah, Remus thinks. It’s going to be a fun year.

⁂

Janus loves London dearly.

He was born and raised there; he’s raising his children there. London is like another member of the family.

But Napa was certainly very nice at this time of year.

Janus lets out a pleased sigh at the sight of the sun, hands braced on the balcony railing as he looks over the vineyard sprawling below them. 

“You’re like a cat,” a familiar voice says behind him, amused.

Janus smiles, but he doesn’t turn to see his visitor; instead, he simply theatrically tilts his face into the sunrays, taken up by the sweet, simple treasure of his body inundated by the sun’s glow.

“Sitting in the little sunspots and soaking up all the warmth,” Patton continues, pressing his lips to the nape of Janus’s neck; Janus can feel him smiling there.

“The boys are off,” Patton murmurs. “You’ll probably see them galloping out if you stand here long enough.” 

Janus grins. “I’m sure Roman’s eager for the excuse to dress up as a proper countryman.”

“They look pretty cute in the flannels,” Patton says, and he wraps his arms around Janus’s waist. “You do, too.”

“It is yours.”

“Ah, that must be part of it,” Patton murmurs, and Janus laughs.

“I’m sure you were probably coming to soak up the sun before you return to the frigidity of London.”

“Well, I won’t lie—that’ll definitely be a nice part of being here again,” Patton says. 

“And the other part?”

Patton presses another kiss to his neck, more lingering, more heated.

“Nice big house,” Patton says, “I think we’re the only ones in it” and Janus laughs; even after all these years, Patton can barely bring himself to say anything past the implication of innuendo.

“All right, then,” Janus says, turning to wrap his arms around Patton’s neck. “Bring me in we’ll do our best to keep each other warm.”

And Patton, pulling him along to their bedroom, certainly does.

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“I guess there’s a lot to do on a vineyard this time of year.”

Roman surveys the grape vines, buzzing with employees and tourists alike, from his place tucked amidst the trees, atop Sprout. He is—once again—wearing the full wannabe cowboy outfit: flannel shirt, jeans, boots that Papa got for him practically as soon as they arrived in California, and his truly excellent cowboy hat.

Remus—a more experienced rider and therefore permitted to ride Papa’s Cinnamon—looks over at him with an expression that reads duh. 

He’s also in jeans and boots, but he’s wearing a band t-shirt with one of Virgil’s old flannels thrown over the top, and a black cowboy hat. Basically the all-black, goth-equivalent of Roman’s red-and-white, wannabe-cowboy outfit.

Roman decides to read it as fond, reasserting his grip on the reins. “It is nice to feel warm weather, though.”

“Oh, you’re telling me,” Remus says. “I’ve never seen snow like I’ve seen in London—and it doesn’t even stick around very long! All the cars water it down to gray slush—”

“—and Dad and Uncle Logan would not be pleased it you started tracking that inside,” Roman says hastily, lest Remus resume his ideas of dirty snow snowball fights. Roman does not want to deal with slush down the back of his newest jumpers, thank you.

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Remus sighs, waving him off, and turning his face to the Napa sun. Weak as it is, Roman thinks, it’s certainly much warmer here than it is back home in London, where carolers and bell-ringers have set up shop on practically every corner. 

It’s not their first time back in Napa since their parents resumed their romance, but they are here for the longest; they’ll be back in London in time for Christmas, Boxing Day, and New Years’ with Grandfather, but the James-Parkers have decided to take advantage of the stretch of much better weather down in Napa while the pair of them are off school.

So: plentiful horse rides in the vineyard, getting up the courage to maybe splash around the much chillier pool, occasional jaunts into nearby cities and towns, baking cookies with Virgil and Uncle Logan. 

Roman’s really looking forward to it. 

“You know,” Roman says, contemplative. “The last time I was around this spot, Papa was trying to tell me he was going to marry Maddox?”

Remus makes a dreadful gagging noise. “Ugh, could you imagine?”

“I bet we’d be stuffing his Christmas cookies full of cinnamon so he’d choke on them.”

“Stuffing his stocking with dead fish!”

“Wrapping up a list of numbers for divorce lawyers as a present for Papa!”

“Pushing him out on an iceberg with the penguins!”

They both crack up at the memory of Maddox flailing in the middle of the lake.

“I’m really glad our fathers sent us to the same camp.”

“Ugh,” Remus complains, then, “yeah, I guess I am too.”

They sit in companionable silence for a while. There are a few birds, perhaps on their way south for the winter, chirping quietly in the trees. The distant murmur of people in the fields reaches them in a hush. The fields are less verdant than it was in the true depths of summer, but everything here is certainly much greener than anything in London. The scent of wildflowers wafts on the slight breeze, distant but there. 

It’s really very nice.

Then:

“Raceya!” Remus shouts, and him and Cinnamon are off like a shot.

“Hey, no fair!” Roman yelps, digging his heels into Sprout’s side, and they speed off after his brother, kicking up dust behind them.

⁂

Logan thinks that Janus has placed a sprig of mistletoe in the doorway leading from kitchen to dining room solely for the purpose of attacking Patton with kisses whenever he goes to get everyone more wine.

Not that Logan is complaining. It works to his advantage, too.

Logan waits, quiet, as the sink shuts off, as the last cabinet closes, and then he takes a purposeful step forward.

Just in time to catch Virgil coming back from washing the dishes.

“Oh,” Logan says. “Look at that. We’ve been caught under the mistletoe.”

Virgil grins at him. “Accidentally, I’m sure.”

“Was I being too subtle? No, I want to kiss you.”

Virgil laughs. “Merry Christmas, Logan.”

“Merry Christmas, Virgil,” Logan whispers back, and Virgil leans in, pressing their lips together, Logan leaning back against the doorframe and wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck.

They thoroughly fulfill the criteria of kissing under the mistletoe.

⁂

It’s almost weirder to Patton that he isn’t experiencing a ton of déjà vu.

Sure, it’s his second wedding day; sure, it’s in the same place as it was last time; sure, it’s to the same man, but other than that, there isn’t much else that’s the same.

For one thing, their relatives have managed to make it this time, Patton’s dearest regret of eloping the way he did; his sister, Linda, is standing beside Janus’s father, their heads bent together, discussing something very intently.

Their boys, in matching suits of white—Remus with a basket of flower petals, an errant rose probably plucked from a floral arrangement stuck behind his ear. Roman holds the rings, smiling up at Patton. 

(They’d considered the boys for the opposite jobs—Roman surely would have liked to be tossing flower petals everywhere—but then Patton thought priceless wedding rings and Remus’s brand of mischief and they’d quickly swapped them around.)

Patton smiles back at his son, reaching down to ruffle his hair, thinking better of it, and instead squeezing his shoulder.

“You ready, Pat?” Virgil murmurs from his rightful place at Patton’s side as his best man.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” Patton confesses, adjusting the lapels of his silver-gray suit jacket, mindful not to crush his boutonniere of a tiny, pale pink rose and white alstroemerias. “I should be more nervous, right? I should be nervous, but I’m just really excited.”

A corner of Virgil’s lip quirks up, his eyes straying back toward where Logan is ducking back to see to any of Janus’s last-minute needs.

“Or maybe,” Patton suggests innocently, “all this talk of weddings is maybe leading you to think about…?”

Virgil laughs, a nervous, gleeful giggle, as Remus blitzes down the aisle, pelting anyone and everyone with rose petals. 

“What, your wedding could make me think about my potential wedding?”

“Maybe you should,” Patton says, “think about a potential wedding, I mean” and Virgil snorts.

Roman gives Virgil an excited look at the thought of another occasion for fancy outfits, and he has to prodded into remembering his entrance timing by Vendela.

“How about we get through this wedding before we start worrying about another one?” Virgil says.

Patton grins, links arms with Linda—Janus’s father has gone back to join Logan and Patton’s once-groom-now-groom-again—and waves Virgil off on his walk down the aisle. 

And now Linda squeezes his arm, rubbing up and down.

“Last chance to back out,” Linda jokes, her brown eyes and tan skin accentuated by the pale rose gown and matching shawl that Janus has put her in.

“Not on your life,” Patton says, breathless and giddy, which makes Linda laugh.

“Ready?” Vendela murmurs and, before he can answer, she says “and go” and suddenly Linda’s walking him down the aisle.

He feels a little awkward with everyone’s eyes on him, but he finds it’s easy enough to tune it out when he smiles and waves to his friends and family—the folks who help him at the vineyard, cousins and aunts and uncles, friends from school and beyond.

He finds it easiest of all when he focuses on the end of the aisle: the officiator, Virgil with his hands behind his back, smiling at him fondly; and his boys, handsome in their not-quite-matching white suits, discreetly elbowing each other.

When they reach the aisle, Linda stands to kiss him on the cheek.

“Love you,” she murmurs. 

“Love you too.”

She departs to her seat. Patton takes a moment to once again squeeze Roman’s shoulder and to ruffle Remus’s already-messy hair before he stands at the altar, staring down the aisle.

It somehow takes forever and also just a moment before Janus makes his entrance.

And Patton loses the air from his very lungs.

Janus—handsome, always—seems to have moved from beautiful to ethereal. 

He’s stunning, wearing a self-made suit with a tailcoat in all white, from his intricately-knotted tie to his shining white oxfords, except for the soft patch of pink over his heart that denotes his boutonniere that matches Patton’s.

Patton blinks out the first of many, many joyful tears of the day.

Patton can barely notice the way Logan is smiling shyly at Virgil.

(He does notice, in fairness. But it’s very difficult to not be staring at his ex-husband/husband-to-be.)

Janus smiles at him, that familiar wicked curve of his mouth, the port wine birthmark across his cheek, those mesmerizing eyes, and Patton beams back, cheeks aching and sure that he looks very silly, but he can’t bring himself to care.

At last, at long last, Janus’s father kisses Janus on the cheek, gives Patton a very firm handshake, and goes to offer the boys a paternal pat on the shoulders before he finds his seat beside Linda.

Logan ascends, taking a brief moment to give Virgil an unchoreographed kiss on the cheek before he flees back to his place.

But then Janus is standing before him, smiling. He’s so handsome. He’s so incredible. He’s so happy that this is the father of his children, the man he’s married once, the man he’s going to marry again.

Janus offers his hands. Patton seizes them, squeezing hard, almost blinded by his happy tears.

“I love you,” is all Patton can say, murmured under the swell of music.

“I love you too,” Janus whispers back, under the rustle of everyone sitting down again.

He can hear Roman’s daydreamy sigh and can only hope that Remus will suppress the urge to go “UGHHH” at an inopportune time in the ceremony.

“Ready?” The officiator murmurs. Patton and Janus nod, not taking their eyes off each other, and the officiator turns on his microphone.

“Friends, family, and loved ones, we are gathered here today…”

Janus squeezes his hands. Patton smiles at him.

Yeah.

They’re ready.

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give me mercy no more (1)

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“You can’t do this.”

Janus paused for the briefest moment at the sound of his closest friend’s voice, before continuing to pack away rations.

“Can’t I?” he asked airily, not turning around to face Virgil.

He’d known this confrontation was inevitable since they’d come up with the only possible solution to their kingdom’s problem. He hadn’t realized how unprepared he’d feel even now, with the hour of tribute rapidly approaching.

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just a little rush (1)

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Patton wiggled his shoulder through the bars and craned his neck, straining to get a good enough angle to see the other half of the clock across the room.

Enough of the clock’s face was visible that he could guess the time most of the day, except for the stretch of time in which both the hour and minute hands were out of sight. Patton wasn’t usually overly concerned about the loss; Normally, it didn’t really matter either way.

Now, when it had been what felt like ages since he’d last seen Remus, it mattered a lot more.

Of course Remus had chosen the most inconvenient timing possible to stage his latest escape attempt. Patton would smile if he wasn’t so worried.

est. release date: September 23, 2023

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a little trust (goes a long way)

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Fidget knew it was a bad idea from the very start.

He shouldn’t even have entertained such a ridiculous notion for a moment, and yet somehow he’d not only done so, but he’d also allowed it to roll around in his mind until it became an entire, fully-fledged plan.

A plan that was absolutely going to get him killed.

He was crouched in the shadows of one of the supply stacks sitting on the edge of the second level, meaning he had a perfect view of the containment yard and its current resident.

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every good intention (4)

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Roman had been thinking.

Contemplating, really. There were a surplus of mystifying elements to consider as of late, especially now that he’d found out about Logan and Anxiety’s secret tryst.

(He was fairly certain that platonic cuddling between a repressed nerd and an awkward emo didn’t actually qualify as a tryst, but it sounded much more dramatic that way.)

He was no Logic, but as a charming and exceptional denizen of Thomas’s mind, he naturally had wits aplenty of his own.

And so arrived his realization: When it came to the puzzle that was his interactions with Anxiety the past few weeks, there was a pattern.

est. release date: September 30, 2023

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to know that song (and all it’s words) (10)

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“You hurt him,” Patton said, and he barely even recognized the sound that came out of him as his own voice.

Whatever the leader alien was saying was lost to the distant buzzing in Patton’s head. Logan’s response made it through, just barely. His voice had dropped into that icy pitch that meant he was well and truly angry, an ominous tone that made something primal and hunted in the back of Patton’s mind shiver to life.

Be ready, it said. We’ll have to fight soon.

est. release date: October 7, 2023

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the roots of something greener (1)

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The first time the child found him, Janus was already in a foul mood.

The day had started out with a light drizzle, and as the hours crept by, it had slowly grown into a far more irritating downpour.

This wouldn’t have been anything near a problem for most fae, and certainly a meager handful of years ago, Janus would have hardly spared it a fleeting thought. Even if he didn’t care to waste any magic on a simple repelling spell, he could have simply slipped between realms, abandoning that particular stretch of human land until the storm passed.

Now that he was banished and bound, however, his options were far more limited.

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just a little rush (2)

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Remus hated to admit it, but Pattycakes had been right.

He definitely should have waited a little longer before trying for his next escape attempt.

It was the woulda-coulda-shoulda sort of regret that he didn’t usually waste time on. He was well aware of how many of his plans were bonafide bad ideas, and he generally went through with them anyhow.

The alternative was letting the fire ants under his skin grow more and more intolerable until he ended up doing the dumb thing anyway, but even more recklessly. It wasn’t so much a ‘choice’ as it was a ‘delay of the inevitable’.

After all, he was the only one getting hurt in the end, right?

est. release date: October 21, 2023

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WIBAR Intermission: Visiting Home (1/3)

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Despite the tension buzzing at the back of his skull, Virgil found that being planetside again was surprisingly… nice.

He would have preferred that it was an uninhabited area— or at least, that it wasn’t one of the only places in the universe that had aliens he really, really couldn’t afford to terrify— but he couldn’t deny that feeling the ground under his feet and the sunlight on his skin was soothing, a balm he hadn’t known he’d needed.

It wasn’t the same as Earth, not really, but Patton’s home planet was close enough to familiar that he found tension seeping from his overwrought muscles despite himself.

He shook some of the dazed contentment off, flicking a glance over his shoulder and reminding himself that if any of the locals saw him, it could spell Capital-D Disaster.

est. release date: October 28, 2023

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Virgil’s Voice

Roman walked into the living room, gently leading a blushing Virgil. Virgil was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, with a ribbon loosely binding his wrists together and a soft headband covering his eyes.

“Greetings, book nerd and Padre, I have an announcement to make,” Roman said proudly, looping an arm around Virgil’s waist. “This darling ticklish emo would very much enjoy a thorough tickling, with several conditions.”

Patton leaned forward, curious, and Logan raised his eyebrows.

Roman grinned. “He has a few requests for the type of tickles we provide, but the most important is that he would rather not need to talk. As such, I will be his voice. We have discussed this all very thoroughly beforehand, right Virgil?”

Virgil nodded, biting his lip nervously.

Roman guided Virgil with the arm around his waist into the center of the room, and taking the ribbon gently, raised his arms above his head.

“If you two would enjoy participating, I’ll ask that you begin with soft traces and gentle scribbles.”

Patton was the first to stand, approaching Virgil and starting with just placing his hand against Virgil’s side.

“A very good choice, Patton,” Roman praised, both to show appreciation for Patton’s participation and also to inform Virgil of who was touching him. “He would very much appreciate if you tickle his sides and ribs.”

Virgil let out a little giggle, even before Patton did anything else.

“Aww, my cute little kiddo~” Patton coed, tracing his fingers just under the edge of Virgil’s tank top.

Virgil burst into light, easy giggles, slightly wiggling back and forth.

Logan was enticed closer by the happy sounds, and approached Virgil from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Ahh, there you are, Specs,” Roman said. “If you choose to go after his armpits, do so gently, we want plenty of warmup.”

“Are you certain you’re comfortable, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and leaned against Logan.

“He’s experiencing a desire to be non-verbal at the moment,” Roman explained. “I’m sure when he gets his words back he’ll be happy to explain more to you himself.”

“I see,” Logan said, in a tone more of curiosity than understanding. “I would enjoy that conversation with you, Virgil, when you’re ready.”

Virgil nodded again, tipping his head back to smile in Logan’s general direction.

Logan’s face grew very soft, and he trailed his fingers gently over Virgil’s neck, spidering softly just under his ear.

Virgil snickered and scrunched up his shoulders slightly, but then deliberately tipped his head to expose more of his neck to Logan’s fingers.

“Awww, you’re so ready to be tickled~” Roman teased gently, tracing his free hand ever so gently in one of Virgil’s armpits, and standing so that Virgil could lean against him.

Virgil melted into the soft tickles, giggling and blushing at the gentle teases and affection from the three of them.

Patton moved slowly from Virgil’s side to his belly, squishing and scribbling lightly, which made Virgil go from giggles to laughs.

Logan also shifted spots, tracing in Virgil’s other armpit similarly to how Roman was, but in a more fluttery scribbly way.

Once Virgil had been tickled gently for several minutes, and was starting to lean heavier on Roman, Roman sat down on the couch with Virgil in his lap. Roman lifted Virgil’s bound hands up and behind his head, and rucked up his tank too so that all of his belly was exposed.

“If one of you would be so kind as to take care of his feet, and the other his belly and especially that giggle button,” Roman said with a grin. “I will tickle under his arms, and we can all enjoy the laughs and snorts and other delightful sounds our gigglebug will surely make.”

Virgil gave a giggly whine, trying half-heartedly to hide his face in his arm.

Roman scribbled gently in both his armpits, and Virgil quickly melted against him, giggling and squirming adorably.

Patton sat down on the floor, taking Virgil’s feet into his lap, and spidering up and down his soles.

“You have the most important spot,” Roman told Logan. “He’s less ticklish on his feet and armpits, but his giggle button will truly have him drowning in tickles.”

Logan’s grin was large and sneaky as he summoned a small makeup brush.

Roman nodded emphatically, scribbling down Virgil’s sides and holding his hips.

The instant the brush touched Virgil’s bellybutton he squeaked, and then snorted, his squirming increasing greatly. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s hips to hold him in place.

He and Virgil had discussed what to do if either of the others summoned a tool, and which tools Virgil was comfortable with and where. A makeup brush on his bellybutton? Not only ok, but desired. Roman would’ve summoned one himself later on if Logan and Patton hadn’t thought of it.

Virgil’s squeaks and snorts and laughter were absolutely delightful, and Logan clearly thought the same, as he happily continued brushing in and around Virgil’s bellybutton.

“Can I have a tool too?” Patton whispered, trying to get Roman’s attention without alerting Virgil.

Roman summoned a small round brush with stiff bristles for Patton.

Patton grinned and mouthed ‘thank you’, before going to town on Virgil’s feet with the brush, and reaching up for the backs of his knees with gentle scribbling.

Virgil held out for several minutes before tapping his fingers twice against Roman’s head, the signal for slowing down a little.

Roman released Virgil’s hips, so he could more successfully evade the makeup brush, and went back to gentle tracing in Virgil’s armpits.

Virgil’s laughter and giggles were getting a little tired sounding, but Roman waited for his next signal. It was nearly five minutes later, when his wiggling could no longer escape Logan’s relentless brushing on his sweet spot, that he tapped three times.

“Alright, it seems our giggly dear is tiring out,” Roman said for him. “You don’t need to stop immediately, but let’s slow down and be done in a minute or two. If one of you would so kindly fetch a sweet drink and perhaps a snack, we would be very grateful.”

Both Logan and Patton hugged Virgil once they were done tickling him, murmuring praises and affection and love.

Logan went off to get the drink while Roman gently rubbed all the tickly spots. He lowered Virgil’s hands back down to his lap, pulling the ribbon free and rubbing his wrists and shoulders to be sure he wasn’t sore. Virgil readjusted the headband to keep his hair out of his quite pink face.

“Was it all you had hoped?” Roman asked.

Virgil’s smile told him everything he needed to know.

Virgil curled into him, and Roman held him close in a cuddle. “I’m glad.”

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Have a random ficlet inspired by @haysgrove college projection au

Janus frown when his phone vibrated. It was nearing midnight now and all his boys had agreed to work of fixing their sleep schedules and should have been in bed already.

"Are you gonna be home soon?" The screen read. It was a message from Sweet-n-Spooky. Virgil must have texted him instead of his mother by mistake. He gave a small sigh then hit the dial button.

Virgil frozen when his screen lit up with Janus's face on the caller ID. He groaned as he realized his mistake, but answered anyway. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you."

"Don't worry about that," Janus replied graciously. "I just didn't want you to start worrying when your mom didn't answer. Are you okay? I can come over if you need me too."

Virgil shook his head even though Janus couldn't see him. "No. No, I'm fine."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Virgil insisted. "I'm fine. I just- it's nothing, Jan. I'm sorry I woke you-"

"Virgil," Janus cut in, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument, if Virgil hadn't been curled up in the fetal position in bed he might have gone weak at the knees. "What's wrong, darling?"

"I just feel sick," he mumbled.

"Like you might throw up?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll be there soon."

"Jan-"

"I'm not offering, Virgil, I'm telling you I'm on my way, alright?"

Virgil let out a sigh. "Thanks, Jan."

"Do want me to stay on with you till I get there?"

"No. I don't want to get into an accident or something."

Janus smiled fondly as he grabbed the last of his things and shouldered the small tote bag. "I mean, speaker phone is a thing, but I don't want to stress you out more. I'll be there soon, okay?"

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Virgil looked somehow more pathetic than he'd sounded on the phone. The SlipKnot shirt he'd stolen from Logan some weeks ago hung crookedly off his narrow shoulders and only half his hair remained in the pony tail.

"You poor dear," Janus tutted and pulled his friend into his arms and kissed his head.

"Thanks for coming over," Virgil mumbled into his shoulder. Janus was always so much warmer than he was.

"Of course, of course. C'mon, let's get you sitting down," Janus replied. He locked the door and ushered Virgil into his own living room. "Here sit here." Janus gently pushed Virgil onto the couch then began pulling things from his bag. He put a can of ginger ale in one hand and a package of saltines in the other, then took out a hair brush and sat sideways on the couch behind Virgil.

The younger dutifully munched his snack while Janus gently brushed out the tangles from Virgil’s hair and folded it into a loose braid.

Next Janus pulled out a bottle of lotion and squirted some into his hands. The faint smell of lavender filled the air and Virgil closed his eyes, soaking in the attention as Janus massaged his neck and shoulders; it was easy enough to do with how loose his tee shirt was. He was almost feeling relaxed with Janus spoke again.

"Have you gotten a few of those crackers down?"

Virgil only nodded, not trusting his voice to actually work right at the moment. It was always hard for him to talk when Janus was being so gentle with him.

Janus plucked a bottle of tums from his bag and took Virgil's hand, it was clammy and pale in sharp contrast to Janus's own skin which was warm and dark, and shook a couple tablets from the bottle.

Again Virgil just nodded before taking the medication.

Then Janus began to hum. It wasn't a tune Virgil recognized, probably from some play or other Janus had been in, but he hummed and rocked Virgil from side to side, lightly massaging little circles over Virgil’s stomach.

Now Virgil did begin to relax, leaning fully back on Janus who smiled and took the opportunity leave a kiss on Virgil’s shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine, only in part from the cold metal of Janus’s lip ring.

Janus smirked and pulled the blanket from rhe back of the couch and over Virgil. "Do you think you're ready to lie down?"

"Can you stay?"

"Don't I always?"

"I don't like being here on my own."

"It's all those ghost hunter videos you watch before bed. You really should cut back in those."

"They're not that bad," Virgil argued. "I mean, it's not like anything ever answered me here."

Janus's eyes went wide. "You've tried some of those things?"

"I tried asking if anything could turn on a flashlight once. Nothing answered though. I think I've heard tapping a few times though."

"Maybe I should take you to my place," Janus mused.

Virgil harrumped. "I don't wanna move."

Janus sighed. "Alright. We can lay here then." Janus guided Virgil so he was lying on his side and shift so he could lie down behind him, tucking one arm under Virgil’s neck and wrapping the other around his waist. "Good night, Virgil."

"'Night, Jan," Virgil mumbled.

---

Janus startled at the sound of an opening door. He listened, trying to be still so as not to disturb Virgil, who now snored faintly on his chest, as someone shuffled around the hallway and walked quietly into the living room.

He smiled up at the face that appeared above him. "Good morning, Ms. Webber," he chirped politely.

The woman smiled softly in return and stood on her knees, leaning over the arm of the couch. "Virgil had another hard night, huh?"

"He accidentally texted me to ask when you'd be home," Janus explained. "He only woke up once after I got him to relax though."

"Good. I appreciate you coming over to check on him."

"I appreciate having him as a friend," Janus replied sincerely.

"Do you need anything?"

"Oh no, I'm alright. You go get some rest. I'll let Virgil know you're home when he wakes up."

"Thanks, Jan. You're a good kid. Alright. I'm gonna leave you to deal with cuddle bug and gonna grab a few hours of sleep."

"Take all the time you need."

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #virgil sanders #janus sanders #qpr anxciet #my writing

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Protector

Chapter One

Chapter Forty-Two:

Virgil could tell his worry about Janus was bugging Remus.  They may have made an agreement to respect each others opinions about the core sides, but Remus still wasn’t exactly Janus’ biggest fan, it was obvious he didn’t love the way Virgil clearly wanted to check on him.

He was trying to find a way to bring it up to Remus that wouldn’t just piss him off more, but it was proving rather difficult.  He’d kind of exhausted his options on all other fronts, though.  Roman had told him everything he knew about Janus’ situation, and when he asked Patton and Logan, they’d told him essentially the same thing— they were worried about Janus and he wasn’t leaving his room.  He’d tried waiting outside Janus’ door for a while, assuming he’d at least have to come out for food at some point, but there was no such luck.  He needed the opinion of a professional anti-repressionist, and there was no one better for that job than Remus.

Now if he could just get past the “Remus hates Janus’ guts and doesn’t want to help him” issue.

Fortunately— or unfortunately, it had to be one of the two, right— Remus could tell that Virgil was worried, and Virgil could tell that Remus could tell.  Meaning it was only a matter of time before one of them brought it up and they figured something out.

Virgil wasn’t at all surprised that Remus mentioned it first.

It was a Saturday, and they were both relaxing in Remus’ room.  Remus was checking on his mold pile in the corner, and Virgil was sitting backwards on Remus’ desk chair scrolling through tumblr.  It was still a little difficult sometimes to convince his brain that he wasn’t in danger from just sitting there, but he was getting much better at it, and right now, he was actually rather calm.

So when Remus moved over in front of him looking a little apprehensive, he wasn’t exactly thrilled.

“We should talk about it,” Remus said.

Virgil looked up at him.  “Right now?  Come on, Re, just let me have my Saturday.”

“Then when are we going to talk about it Ara-gag?  When you’re stressed?  That’s not gonna go well.”

Virgil groaned and crossed his arms over the back of the chair so he could drop his head on them.  “What do you have against putting off problems until they solve themselves, Re?”

“They don’t solve themselves, they get bigger.  Come on, Virge.”

Virgil sighed.  “Fine.  What part do you want to talk about?  I assume you’re not just going to give me ideas.”

“Well, I kind of like that he’s having a miserable time.”

“So just to clarify, you want to… put off fixing the problem until it gets bigger.”

Remus scowled.  “That’s different.  I like this problem.”

“So what don’t you like?”

“I don’t like seeing you worried,” Remus said, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I hate to break it you Re,” Virgil said, standing up.  “But the two problems are kind of related.”

“You don’t want Janus to be miserable for a little bit?”

“He already was,” Virgil said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “For a lot longer than anyone thought.  I’m surprised you didn’t pick up on that.”

“About the way Janny was tired of hiding who he is?  I did.”

Virgil tipped his head curiously.  “I’m surprised you didn’t tell everyone.”

“I wasn’t going to solve his problems for him.”

Virgil hummed in acknowledgement.  “Fair enough.  Can you help me solve his problems for him then?”

“Don’t want to.”

“Re, this isn’t going to get better if someone doesn’t step in.  And it’s just going to make more problems.”

“Sounds to me like it’s removing a problem.”

“What if the others get over here and no one can go to Janus for help?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow.  “What if Thomas’ mental health worsens significantly because he and the others aren’t taking care of themselves, or just because Janus is isolated?  That would give me more work to do.  It would give you more work to do that you don’t like as much.”

Remus whined in dissatisfaction.  “Janus can’t be miserable while everyone else is fine?”

“It doesn’t work like that, Re.”

Remus grumbled and crossed his arms.  “You can’t just stop being worried?”

“I… don’t want to, Remus.”

Remus groaned and ran his hands through his hair.  “Why not?  Why do you care so much about him?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just do?”

“Yeah.”

Remus huffed and crossed his arms.  After a second, he sighed.  “I really can’t convince you to let this go?”

Virgil shook his head.

Remus kicked at the ground in front of him.  “He leaves his room to see Thomas, doesn’t he?  Get Tommy-boy’s permission to hide and have him summon Janus to talk, then grab him and sink him out to your room.  Lock the door so you can talk to him for as long as you need.”

Virgil considered that for a moment.  “That’s… not a bad idea, Re.  Thanks.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Virgil looked hesitantly at Remus.  “You’re really going to go on hating him for the rest of your life?”

“You said you were going to respect my choice!”

“I’m not trying to stop you, Re.  It just sounds exhausting.”

“I’m not exhausted.  I’m angry.  I’m fucking pissed as all hell.”

“That sounds exhausting too.”

“So does being scared all the time.”

Virgil considered this.  “Touché.”

“He is not going to be able to make this up to me,” Remus said.  “There’s nothing he can do.  The best option for him is to stay the hell out of my way for the rest of time.”

Virgil nodded.  “Okay.”

“How the hell did he make it up to you?”

Virgil considered this.  “I… don’t know,” he admitted.  “Maybe he hasn’t yet.”

“But you want to help him anyway?”

Virgil bit his lip, trying to think of a good way to explain it.  “Would you want to help Roman if you knew he was hurting this bad?” he asked.  “Even if you hated him?”

Remus thought about that for a moment.  “So your anger doesn’t override your care,” he said.

Virgil nodded.  “Yeah.”

“Mine does.  I don’t get why yours doesn’t.”

“That’s okay.”

Remus sighed, though it sounded closer to a laugh at the end.  “I think we’re gonna have this conversation again, Virgil.”

Virgil smiled.  “We might never stop having this conversation.”

“You good with that?”

“As long as you are.”

Remus nodded.  “Okay.  I am.”

“I am too,” Virgil said.

Remus didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, instead starting to fidget with his hands.

“What?”

“I… I don’t know.  I really don’t understand your perspective, Virgil.”

“I don’t really understand yours either, Re,” Virgil said quietly.

“Really?”

“You don’t see yourself ever forgiving him?  Years have passed, we’ve progressed to a point where we’re doing good, like really good, and you still hate Janus?”

“Yes.”

Virgil looked away.  “Okay.”

They were both quiet for a long pause.

Remus walked over and sat down on his bed.  “I don’t want to start fighting about this.”

Virgil blinked at him.  “We’re not fighting.”

“We’re disagreeing.  On something that really really matters to both of us.”

“That does not have to lead to fighting.”

Remus crossed his arms and sniffed.  “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You are not going to lose me,” Virgil said, walking over.  “Re.  Look at me.”

Remus looked up at him.

“It’s going to be okay.  I— yeah, I don’t really understand, but I’m not going to get angry at you because of it.  I can not understand your opinion and still think it’s valid.”

Remus wrapped his arms around himself.  “Are you sure?”

“Do you think I’m being unreasonable or that my decision isn’t okay?”

“No.”

“Well, there you go.”

“But what if that changes?”

“That’s up to us, Re.  We get to pick whether or not we start fighting.  We just need to make sure to keep communicating.”

“Historically, not a strong suit of Thomas’ sides.”

“Well I care about you enough to keep trying.”

Remus was silent for a second.  Then he took a breath.  “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

Remus nodded.  “Yeah.”

Virgil sighed.  “Okay.”  He sat down on the bed next to Remus and wrapped his arms around him.  Remus leaned into him, and they both sat there together.

“I love you,” Virgil murmured.  “You’re always going to be more important to me than our disagreements.”

“You are too,” Remus said back.  “And I love you too.”

And that was enough for right now.

…

“Do you think this is gonna work?” Thomas said hesitantly.

“I don’t know,” Virgil said.  “But you haven’t been able to convince him, and he doesn’t seem to be talking to anyone else.”

“Yeah no, I want him to stop being stubborn,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “He’s just… being really stubborn.”

Virgil smiled a little.  “That’s Janus for you.”

Thomas laughed a little.  “If you think you can do it, give it a shot,” he said.

Virgil bit his lip, stuffing down the nerves and pressure that came with that.  He wasn’t sure if he could do it.  He wasn’t sure he could grab Janus fast enough, or hang on long enough, or say the right thing to get him to hear him out.

But Janus clearly wasn’t going to listen if they did something reasonable.

So, Virgil got behind the couch, and Thomas set himself up to make it look like he was working.  He started typing on the script he and Roman and Remus were working up, then waved his hand casually like summoning Janus was a spur of the moment thing.

He rose up in front of Thomas, and Virgil blinked in surprise from his spot hidden behind the couch.  Janus… did not look very good.  His clothes were rumpled, his hair was unkempt, the bandages were clearly visible under his shirt where he’d been stabbed, and the circles under his eyes rivaled Virgil’s eyeshadow.  He hadn’t looked that bad when Virgil saw him last— though granted, that had been only for a couple seconds immediately after waking up exhausted, while heavily focused on Remus.

“What do you need, Thomas?” Janus asked, as Virgil crept up behind him.

“Huh?  Oh, nothing,” Thomas said with a casual shrug, turning back to his script.  “I’m just the distraction here to wish you both good luck.”

“What?”

“You’re coming with me!” Virgil snapped, grabbing Janus by the arm and sinking them both out to his room, locking the door firmly after them both.  He moved over to lean against his desk as Janus processed what had happened.

“What— oh real mature, Virgil,” Janus snapped, turning to glare at him.  There was a pause where he was clearly trying to leave, and Janus’ gaze soured.  “Virgil, let me out.”

“Nope.”

“Virgil!”

“We need to talk.”

“Why would you want to?” Janus asked, looking up at the ceiling and squeezing his eyes shut.  “I was trying to give you space, Virgil.”

“You’ve done plenty of that already,” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

Janus flinched, and Virgil stood and watched as several emotions flashed across his face at once.  Finally, the fight drained out of him, and he sighed and slumped his shoulders.  He turned to face Virgil, moving to the space across from him like he was preparing for an interrogation.  “Alright.  What do you want, Virgil?”

Virgil took a moment to stare at him and be a little weirded out, and then he shook himself.  “Everyone’s telling me that you won’t talk to them.”

“So?  Why do you care?”

“Because you’re not coming out of your room and if they’re not going in either that means you’re avoiding everyone, Janus.  Plus you really look like shit.”

Janus gave him a look.  “Why thank you, Virgil.”

“Why are you avoiding everyone?”

“Why are you all so insistent that I shouldn’t?  I wouldn’t think you’d want me around!”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t know, since you’ve decided to make that decision for us.”

Janus sighed wearily, pressing his head into his hands.  “I don’t understand why you care.”

“Just because you’ve decided all of us should hate you doesn’t mean we’re going to, Janus.”

Janus gave him a disbelieving look.  Virgil gave him a very firm one right back.

Janus shook his head.  “I can’t do this today.  What do you want, Virgil?”

“Stop hiding in your room.  Your family is worried about you, Janus.  We’re all worried about you.”

“Well, worry about someone who deserves it, then,” Janus said, glaring away.

“Janus.  For fucks sake.”

“What?”

“Do you honestly think this is going to help matters?  And none of the bullshit about how everyone should want you to be alone and miserable.  Do you honestly, deep down, think this is going to help?”

“I don’t deal in honesty,” Janus snapped.

“Janus.”

Janus was quiet for a minute.

“How do you see this going?  You’re alone for the rest of your life?  You stay in your room quietly miserable because you refuse to try and atone for anything or let anyone work towards a place of moving on?  You do realize you’re preventing that, right?”

“You all seem to be moving on without me just fine,” Janus said.

“Yeah, for now.”

“How do you know that isn’t going to last?”

“How do you know it is?  Wouldn’t it be better to do the one that we’re sure of, just in case?”

“I’ll just make things worse,” Janus said.  “And why are you so insistent that I don't deserve to suffer for everything I’ve done to you?  You and Remus both?”

Virgil crossed his arms.  “Because taking the coward’s way out is my job, Janus.”

Janus’ eyes snapped open in shock.

“Oh, did you not realize that’s what your doing?  That instead of coming out and trying to make up for everything you’ve done you’re hiding in your room where nothing can ever change, like a coward?  What you owe us is a chance to try and fix things.  Not hiding away where nothing will ever get better.”

Janus looked away and said nothing.

Virgil sighed.  “Janus,” he said.  “Do you remember the night you told me you were sorry you left?”

Janus nodded.

“That pissed me the fuck off.”

Janus winced and looked back at him.

“I was so goddamn mad.  I was so furious you thought you could make up for everything you’d done with ‘I’m sorry it was necessary.’  But that’s what you said.  And I had to get you to like me enough so you’d let Remus stay here, so I told you I forgave you.  I was lying.”

Janus looked down.  “Well, that’s fair,” he murmured.

“I’m not lying this time.”

Janus looked up again.  “What?”

Virgil took a breath.  “I forgive you, Janus.”

Janus stared at him.  “Wh— why?”

Virgil didn’t have the first clue how to start explaining.  Because he cared.  Because Janus had told him he’d never stopped missing him and Remus.  Because he’d convinced Roman and Logan to take a break and because he’d done Patton’s chores and made sure Thomas was as alright as he could be when everything was falling apart.  Because he’d told Remus that Malice using his idea wasn’t his fault.  Because he was such a goddamn wreck right now.

In the end, Virgil shrugged.  “Because you’re sorry.”

“I… but I didn’t…”

“Are you going to give yourself a list of things you have to do before I can forgive you?  Because in the end that’s up to me, Janus.”

“I…” Janus looked so completely lost that Virgil almost felt bad for him.  Finally he shut his eyes again, presumably to try and hide the tears that Virgil could see anyway.

“I’m sorry, Virgil,” Janus whispered.

“I know.  I forgive you,” Virgil said again.

Janus shook his head, opening his eyes that still looked just as lost.

“That is until holding this over you until the end of time starts becoming necessary to win arguments.”

Janus laughed, a couple tears slipping free as he did so.  He pressed his hands to his face and wiped his eyes.  Doing so raised his arms up enough that Virgil could see the bandages on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Virgil said.  “Come here.”

“What?” Janus asked, looking back at him.

“Come to the bathroom with me.  I’m gonna fix your bandages.  They look like they were wrapped by a toddler.”

“I— hey.  I’ve never done this before.”

“I have.  So come here.”

Janus winced but followed Virgil towards the bathroom.  Virgil pulled his first aid kit out from under his sink as Janus took his cape and shirt off and set them on the counter.

Virgil unwrapped the bandages and threw them in the trash can, then took a minute to observe the wound.

“It’s healing really well,” he said, grabbing a washcloth to clean it with.  “Does it hurt anymore?”

Janus shook his head.

“Good, it shouldn’t,” Virgil said, starting to dab with the cloth.  “It’ll definitely leave a scar.  Most scars do go away if you die, but that’s not really a good idea when you’re the only side keeping the barrier in place.”

“I can live with a scar on my shoulder, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded in acknowledgement and started wrapping the wound again.

“What do you mean by most scars?”

Virgil winced.

“Virgil?”

Virgil sighed and got the gauze tape.  “Well, if you get hurt when you’re recovering from death, the injuries don’t really heal right,” he muttered.  “Get hurt badly enough, and it could be permanent.  Remus and I both have some scars that aren’t ever going away, even if we die again.”

He could feel Janus tense under his hand, and he looked up at him.  “We hardly notice, Janus.  They don’t hurt anymore.  Remus insists they make him look hot.”

Janus snorted.  Then he took a breath, and was quiet for a long moment.

“Virgil?”

Virgil finished taping the bandages down and stepped back, letting Janus grab his shirt and cape again.  “Yeah?”

“I— I don’t imagine this will mean much coming from me, but… you did my job very well, even if you shouldn’t have had to.  I’m very proud of you.”

Virgil stared at Janus for a minute, trying to come up with anything to say to that.  “I… uh— whatever.”

Janus smiled, just a little bit.  Virgil took a minute to try and adjust to that, which didn’t really work, and finally he shook himself back into the conversation at hand.

“So, are you going to come talk to everyone now?”

Janus tensed and dropped the cape he’d been about to wrap around his shoulders to his side.  “You really want to have to see me all the time?”

“Everyone wants to see you.  We’re all worried.  Well, except Remus, but you know.”

Janus laughed a little bitterly.

“Come talk to your family with me.”

Janus stiffened.  “They’re not—”

“Yes, they are.”

“Virgil.”

“Janus.”

Janus crossed his arms and said nothing for a very long moment.

“Janus,” Virgil said quietly.  “They’re worried about you.  Please let them help you.”

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s not fair to ask me to do it.  But I’m also stubborn enough that you know you can’t stop me if someone else isn’t helping you.”

Janus glared at him, but Virgil could tell he knew he was right.

Finally, Janus sighed.  “Okay,” he muttered.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Janus said, lifting his cape so he could wrap it around his shoulders.  “When are we doing this?”

“Now.”

“Now?”

“Yep.  Or well… you should get cleaned up first.  I’ll meet you in the commons in fifteen minutes.”

Janus looked like he was regretting all of his life choices up until that point, but he sighed and nodded.

So Janus finally sank out and Virgil put the components of his first aid kit away.  Then he headed back into his room and took a moment to breathe.  Then he sank out to Remus’ room.

Remus was sitting on his bed, thankfully, and glanced up at Virgil when he appeared.

“How’d it go?”

“Good.  Squish me,” Virgil said, and he walked over and flopped down on top of Remus, who instantly pulled him close and squeezed, and Virgil took a moment to sigh in relief.

…

Patton, Logan, and Roman were all in the living room talking with Logan about the research he wanted to do for the next video.  Logan had finally explained to them that he liked it when they did that, so Patton and Roman had both started making an effort to do so.  All three of them stopped immediately when they noticed Virgil walked in with Janus, though.

Janus was standing stiff as a board, clearly uncomfortable, but he was here, and that was the important part.

There were a few moments of silence when everyone just stared at each other, and finally, Janus stepped forward.

“I—” he said weakly.  “I’m sorry I—”

“JANUS!” everyone screamed at once.  Janus was immediately afterwards tackled by both Roman and Patton, who dragged him back over to the couch where Logan joined in the hug in a much less tackle-y way, but seeming no less desperate or relieved.

Virgil gave one more relieved sigh and left them to talk.  He had a hug pile of his own to get back to.

…

Chapter Forty-Three

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #thomas sanders #platonic dukexiety #platonic thvi #platonic anxceit #my fic

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Reminiscence

Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.

Content Warnings: mentions of snakes

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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.

A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.

“How is the packing coming along?”

“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”

“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.

“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.

“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.

“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”

“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.

“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”

“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”

“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”

“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.

“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.

“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”

“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”

Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 6: blast from the past #familial loceit #parental loceit #background intrulogical #logan and remus are janus' fathers #ts janus #janus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #fluff #it's just them looking back at the past #and being cute about it #mentions of snakes #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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Meus ex Machina, Chapter 5: Power

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other surrounded by blue and green light.

Prev - Power - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Rated: T - WC: - CW: brief descriptions of broken bones and blood While helping the Mad Lads repair HQs solar panel, Logan makes a mistake and someone gets hurt. -

“Hey, Jan?” Virgil poked his hoodie-clad head into Janus’ darkened room and tugged on the drawstrings. His formerly oversized fleece was no match for his last growth spurt and was now just-right-sized. He'd have to ask Papa Bear for a new one soon. “Have you seen Princey? He’s not in his room or out back. I was wondering if he went with Papa Bear and—“

His voice fell away when the light from the hall caught a sparkle of tears in Janus’ eyes.

”Downstairs?” Virgil asked, stepping into the room.

Janus nodded. “Downstairs.” He dried his eyes with one of his ever-present handkerchiefs, the flash of yellow out of place in the gloom. “I was going to give them a few more minutes and then collect him.”

”You want me to go down instead?” Virgil twisted his hoodie strings, voice thickening. There was a warm brush of Janus’ thoughts in his mind, a steady 1-2-3-4 4-3-2-1 pattern and he breathed to the rhythm. After a moment, he spoke again, voice steady and calm. “Princey was pretty mad the last time you…” He shrugged and let their shared memory finish the sentence.

”I’ll bring him up,” Janus said as he rose. He gripped Virgil’s shoulder as he passed, gently steering him toward his own bedroom. “It’s time for you to be heading to bed, as well.”

Virgil didn’t bother to hide his eye roll but still did as he was told, smirking up at him. “One of these days, you’re gonna figure out I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“Perhaps…” Janus might have chuckled. “Perhaps when you are actually no longer a child.”

”Oh, ha ha ha,” Virgil deadpanned, blushing when his voice cracked. Janus at least had the grace not to mention it. “Fine.” He started down the hall then looked back over his shoulder. Janus was smoothing his cloak, back straight and face blank. “Call me if you need me.”

“I will,” he nodded. “But only come down if I call for you.”

~ 

Ultraviolet’s and The Prince’s low voices carried from the kitchen. The cold, metal echo along with the taps and stirs and scrapes of meal preparation did little to muffle their discussion. “I don’t hate him,” The Prince muttered. Pretending he couldn’t hear them—and further pretending he didn’t know precisely who they were talking about—Logan hunched over the blueprints spread across the common room table. He missed working with his tablet, but it was one of the many items he’d failed to bring from his old lab. Paper and pencil would have to suffice until he came up with another solution. 

“I don’t hate anyone,” The Prince continued, almost plaintive. “Not, really.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ultraviolet’s drawl was a sharp contrast to the way he moved. “What about that exec from BeBright?” Laughter buzzed under his words.

“I stand corrected,” he chuckled. “I don’t hate any people. Corporates aren’t people.”

Ultraviolet snorted but sobered quickly. “You gotta get over whatever this is, Princey.” He’d lowered his voice. “He lives here now, and if you think Jan’s gonna let him slip away like—”

“I know, ” The Prince snapped. The sharpness in his voice pulled Logan’s attention back to his sketch. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but… the main room was the only place with both a table set to the right height for his chair and his mech wouldn't…

He sighed. Yet another unsolved problem on his list. 

“I know he’s gonna be here for a while,” The Prince continued, softer. “Just… you know why I don’t like him, V.”

“If he’s forgiven him, why haven’t you?”

The Prince’s response was too quiet to hear and Logan was grateful for small miracles. Refocusing on his work, he didn’t hear Ultraviolet's approach until he stood behind him.

“Oh, hey there, Machina,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Have you been, uh… What are you working on?”

“Good afternoon, Ultraviolet. I—”

“Call me V,” he interrupted. “If—if you want.”

“V,” Logan nodded with a little smile, then gestured at the blueprints. “I believe I may be able to create a modified suit with greater dexterity and agility. Something to use to move around the base.” He pointed to his rough sketches. It had been nearly a year since he’d lost his left arm but he still found it difficult to draft with precision using his right. Virgil frowned at the plans and Logan braced himself for a complaint over its sloppiness. 

Instead, he nodded. “We have a printer on the third floor,” he said, pointing to the molded leg pieces in his design. “If we can get this into a CAD, I can help you print these up.”

“You…” Logan looked down at the plans, then back up at V's face. “You would be willing to help me?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I’m not completely unreasonable. You’re not a risk, especially if you’re here and not out drawing attention to yourself and hurting people.”

“That was unin—”

“Yeah, I know,” he huffed. “And your suit… helped. We…” V nodded, still scowling. “We would’ve lost people if you hadn’t stuck around to help get those blast doors off the DC.” He sighed, raking a hand through his hair like it had wronged him. “Look, there’s a lot you don’t understand and I don’t mean the whole Powered vs. Not bullshit or even the fucking secret HQ. I mean…” V leaned closer, eyes darting out to the kitchen before returning to glare at him. “Listen, Jan’s not the only one to sacrifice something to keep you safe here. To…to get you safe here.”

“Jan?” Logan swallowed hard, mouth gone dry.

‘Jannie! Jannie, please! You said you’d come back! Jannie!’

“Fuck, Silvertongue didn’t tell you his real name yet?” Scoffing, V shook his head and handed the plans to Logan. “You didn’t hear it from me, got it?”

“Got it,” Logan whispered, staring down at the plans.

‘Jannie!’

He jumped when V tapped the table in front of him. “Hey, Mac, relax. He’s not gonna smite you or something just because you know his name.” V shrugged. “He knows yours, doesn’t he?”

Shaking off the imagined wail from the basement, Logan shifted in his seat. “It is hardly the same thing. He works in HR at Abracadabra.”

"Fair," V laughed and clapped his shoulder. It… stung but… It felt good. “Let’s go get your new Tin Man suit ready.”

Logan frowned. “Does that make you Dorothy in this metaphor?”

“There’s no place like home, Mac,” he laughed again. “No place like home.”

~

The Mad Lads’ printer was phenomenally fast.

Logan shook his head, chuckling, as he pulled the latest iteration of his new left shin from the print bed. “This is incredible!” He twisted it around in his hand, admiring the smooth joints up close. “Something like this would’ve taken a week on my old machine at the University.”

“Glad you like it,” V grinned. “It would get real old real fast if we had to wait that long to make parts for the tank.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called it that.” Logan narrowed his eyes, fighting a smile. “You really expect me to believe you drive an actual tank?”

V smirked. “You’ll just have to see it for yourself one of these days.”

“Could it accommodate my suit?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed.

A modded left knee joint was 63% complete when V's head jerked up, that increasingly familiar faraway look of either Silvertongue or The Prince calling him washing over his face. “Are you okay here?” he asked, already standing and moving to the door.

“Of course,” Logan nodded. “Is everything—”

“Everything’s fine,” he smiled. “Princey needs me on the roof. He’s working on the new solar panels.”

Logan nodded, face frozen in a small smile. They still hadn’t solved the problem of how to make the roof hatch accessible for him, not without V or The Prince flying up there with him in their arms. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do,” he murmured.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” V’s smile grew just as stiff and he retreated from the room with an awkward wave.

Alone again, Logan watched the last layers of his new knee joint take form. If this actually worked, if he could control the limbs with smaller servos, maybe… just maybe, next time he’d be able to get up there and help maintain the panels with everyone else.

With the help of a pair of vises, he was nearly done soldering the wiring for the left leg when The Prince’s voice flooded his mind. -Machina? Can you hear me?-

He winced, the Powered’s strength nearly overwhelming.  “Mm-hm,” he groaned more than said. “Loud and clear.”

-Oh,- Prince replied, quieter, and Logan sagged with relief. -Sorry… Padr—Patton and Silvertongue are out and we need someone to flip the circuits downstairs. There’s an electrical closet—-

“I know where it is!” Logan couldn’t help a bubble of excitement at being actually useful and he hurried to the door. “I’m headed there now!”

A spark of… something other than The Prince’s usual disdain flickered through his mind and Logan sat up a little straighter in his chair as the elevator sped down to the first level. -Yeah, don’t get cocky- Prince’s thoughts poked at him without the usual heat and, for a moment, Logan imagined a little smile behind the message.

Palming open the door, Logan scanned the banks of switches. There were over a dozen labeled ‘Solar.’ “Okay, I’m here, which ones do you need?”

-Alright, flip them all but not the last two, got it? The last two have to stay on,- he sent and Logan started toggling the circuits open. -Right to left,- he added as Logan stared in horror at three open circuits on the left.

“Fuck,” he muttered, just as the lights on the protected red panel faded to darkness and loud, mechanical bells rang throughout HQ.

-Flip them back, flip them back!- The Prince’s voice roared in his mind. -Machina, you imbecile! Flip them-

Logan’s head slammed back against his chair as a wail ripped through his mind. Wordless screams and sobs sizzled through every brain cell, and his skin burned and froze simultaneously. Stabbing pain ripped through feet he no longer had, his body reporting a dozen conflicting sensations.

He was under attack again, metal tearing his limbs, shoving him into a shipping box. Bones cracked and splintered under his skin and screams and laughter ripped up from his throat. He tasted blood and cotton candy and apples.

Clawing at his skin, he felt the blood and flesh under the nails of both hands, all ten fingers restored and digging into his face, his arms, his neck. He doubled over in his chair, choking on hysterical laughter and sobs. The Prince’s panicked cries were barely audible over the pain of the other voice. -Quickly, Machina! Do it now!- Hand shaking, Logan reached up and slammed the solar panel switches closed before he collapsed in his chair, panting as he stared at the other panel. Agonizingly slowly, one by one, the lights flickered back on.

It wasn’t until the last one turned on that the alarm cut out and the screeching in his head dulled. “They’re on,” he managed before the world around him faded to black.

~

Blinding bright light bled through Logan’s closed eyes and he tried to shake away the ringing in his ears. But that only made the room spin more and he laid back. Laid back?

With a groan, his eyes snapped open and he pushed to sit up, but the tremor in his arm enough to knock him flat on his back. “Where—” He turned his head, fuzzy glare filling his vision. “My chair?” he whispered, cottony mouth and throat stealing his voice. “Wha—”

“It’s alright, shhh… Relax, Logan…” A voice soothed him, gentle hands at his forehead, then at the back of his neck. “Here, start with this…” The voice was low and hypnotic, more in his mind than his ears, and he complied, letting his eyes fall shut and the mysterious hands ease him up. Something cool and wet was dabbed at his lips and he lapped at the moisture, humming in satisfaction. “Better?”

“Mm…” The hand moved away and he followed. “More… please…” 

The low voice chuckled. Silvertongue. “Coming right up,” he murmured in that calm, almost hypnotizing voice. Logan focused on it, the little reverberations at the end that told him it was more than just his audible voice at work. It was a Power, but it gave Logan something else to listen to, something besides the whining buzz in his ears. And the memory of that other voice.

This time Silvertongue brought an actual cup to his mouth and he sipped eagerly. “Slowly, Logan, slowly,” he warned, and Logan nodded. His eyes fluttered open, the earlier glare muted.

He was sitting up, the top half of the med bed tilted at a near 90° angle. They were alone in the med bay. “What…” Silvertongue sat on a stool at his side, still dressed in the natty three piece suit he wore to Abracadabra offices. “What happened? Who…” He squeezed his eyes shut, curling over Silvertongue’s arm and shaking his head as the memory, all that pain shuddered through him again.

“Listen to my voice,” Silvertongue murmured, “Listen to me… You’re safe. Everyone is safe. Everyone.” He continued his quiet mantra until Logan sat back again, head resting against the pillow.

Leaning back, Logan realized he was gripping Silvertongue’s arm, clinging to him. He knew he should let go but he… couldn’t make himself release him. Not yet. Silvertongue stroked the back of his hand, his skin warm and soft. Far more gentle than the physical therapists at the hospital, the last people who’d touched his hand. 

It was only then that Logan realized Silvertongue had removed his gloves. The backs of his hands were scarred, thin pale lines webbed across his skin, smooth and flat. Old, old scars.

“You heard him,” Silvertongue said quietly, with only his voice this time. Logan looked up, sharp golden eyes softened with sympathy and… pain.

“Who is he?” Logan whispered, a flash of memory lingering. A menacing Picker Bot as it tore at his limbs, shoving his mangled body into a shipping tote. Blood and bone, not just his own. A runaway car shattering, nails digging into skin. Someone else at the height of passion, head thrown back and mouth open in an ecstatic cry. Another scrabbling for a new hold as they scraped and bounced off a cliffside… 

The touch helped keep the pain at bay, grounding Logan with what was really happening around him. But Silvertongue’s eyes told him he had not imagined any of it. All of it had been real. The voice, the hurt, the fear. The loneliness.

Instead of answering, Silvertongue released one hand and lifted the cup to his lips again. He didn’t speak until Logan drained it and he set it back on the little tray.

“You heard The Muse.”

#Meus ex Machina #sanders sides fanfiction #superpowers #sanders sides #ts virgil #ts janus #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts remus #Logan Sanders #janus sanders #Janus Gates #Roman Prince #roman sanders #Virgil Morado #virgil sanders #remus sanders #Remus Prince #Patton Hart #patton sanders #intrulogical #endgame intrulogical #is it intrulogical when they haven't been in the same room yet and we're already on chapter 5? #sanders sides fanfic #the title is several puns in one #Patton would be proud

[candied-peach]

ao3: “won’t you let me in” rating: T warnings: analogical, vampire au, blood, food genre: hurt/comfort description:  Virgil isn't really used to visitors. Especially ones at his fourth floor window. ( day 12: “Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?” — Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House @tsshipmonth2020 )

"So let me get this straight," Virgil tells the man lurking outside his window at three in the morning. His window on the fourth floor, no less. "You are a vampire. You are desperate. You want me to let you in and let you feed from me, but you swear you won't kill me, on your mother's life. Even though she's probably been dead for a century."

"I am aware this is fairly desperate and foolish," the vampire says, somehow hanging onto his window ledge. "But I am desperate, and you are the only one who appears to be awake and by a window."

"What's your name?" Virgil asks. The vampire hesitates a little, and he wonders why.

"Logan," he finally reluctantly provides. Virgil pauses, studies the vampire's face through the window glass, and his jaw sags open.

"Wait a minute!" Virgil exclaims. "You- you're that missing college student, aren't you? The one who went missing back in January, it was all over the news. You're a vampire now, what happened?!"

"Someone had a guilty conscience," Logan says shortly. Bright blue eyes briefly dim. "I apologize for taking up your time," he adds stiffly. "Please do not inform anybody else that you have seen me. I tried to visit my family afterward. It did not go well."

"Wait," Virgil blurts out, swallowing hard. He can't believe the next words out of his mouth. "I wanna let you in."

"Are you sure?" Logan asks. He looks almost as hesitant as Virgil feels. "I don't want to take your blood or enter your domicile without your consent. I don't-" He swallows convulsively, and Virgil wonders again just what happened to him. Nothing good.

"Yes," Virgil says. He opens the window with shaking hands, carefully lifting out the screen so Logan can enter. He does so surprisingly gracefully, although his foot immediately hooks the end table and he faceplants into the carpet. Virgil has to try very hard not to laugh as he fits the screen back in. Logan can use the front door to leave.

"So," Logan says, once he has climbed to his feet. Thankfully, his glasses aren't broken, although he does have to adjust them. Virgil wonders why a vampire still needs glasses. Logan's wearing a blue hoodie and jeans, but he's still got a tie loosely cinched around his neck, flopping outside the hoodie. Nothing like what Virgil expected a vampire to look like.

"So do I just...let you bite my neck or..." Virgil trails off, feeling awkward. Logan's taller than him, but not by much, and he still has a looming presence that's difficult to describe. Virgil thinks it's the vampire effect.

"I could bite your wrist if you prefer," Logan offers. "The neck is more difficult to hide."

"Oh," Virgil says. He hadn't thought of that. "Yeah, okay, the wrist works," he decides, yanking up his hoodie sleeve and offering his right wrist before he can chicken out. Logan blinks at him like a befuddled owl, before he gently presses Virgil to sit down on the couch.

"I do not think you should stand," is all Logan will say.

It doesn't hurt. Virgil's surprised it doesn't hurt. It doesn't feel like anything really. He can't focus on anything, just the pleasant lassitude spreading through his body. All too soon, it ends as Logan lifts his head, a smear of red across his lips.

"I have band-aids," Logan informs him, rummaging in his hoodie pocket and pulling out a box of them. It is crumpled and torn, but it looks about half full with band-aids. Logan picks one out and carefully affixes it over the two bloody dots on Virgil's wrist, gently tugging Virgil's sleeve over the bandage.

"You should drink something," Logan tells him. "Juice, maybe. Do you have juice?"

"Yeah, orange," Virgil says lazily. "In the kitchen."

Logan brings him the carton.

"I didn't know where the glasses were," Logan admits. "I didn't want to intrude more than I already have." Virgil waves a lazy hand at him.

"Don't mind," he says. He drinks some of the juice. It tastes very sweet to him. Very pulpy. He giggles.

"Oh," Logan says. "Oh, I think you're having some kind of reaction to being bitten. I am so sorry. Normally people just go to sleep afterwards." He fidgets with his hands, his face drooping into a frown.

"It's fine, Logan," Virgil says sincerely. "I don't mind." Logan hesitates.

"I should go," Logan says. Virgil reaches out, snagging his sleeve as he turns to leave.

"Stay," Virgil implores. He's not sure why he doesn't want the vampire with the haunted eyes and incongruous tie to leave, but he suddenly, fiercely doesn't. Logan should stay. They could figure things out in the morning. "Please?" He adds. "Do you need to avoid sunlight, I have blackout curtains-"

"I don't like sunlight, but I won't burst into flames," Logan says. He tilts his head to one side a little. "Thank you for your concern, though. It is...unexpected."

"You are the politest vampire I know," Virgil says. "And the only one. But that's besides the point. Stay."

"I will," Logan acquiesces. "If only to look after you and make sure that you do not react poorly to me biting you."

"Hey, whatever works," Virgil says, letting that lazy feeling spread through him again. Logan's eyes are very soft, watching him.

"Sleep well," Logan whispers, grabbing the blanket from the back of the sofa and tucking it around Virgil. "I'll stay...Virgil. I'll stay."

Virgil smiles sleepily. Good.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #eotp2022 #tsshipmonth2022 #analogical #romantic analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #virgil #logan #sanders sides fic #📚 #ok to rb #peach writes

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Parented

Prompt: Hello hello my brain just produced a very cute thought. Imagine Dukeceit and LMP polycuke co-raising their child Virgil. Imagine the childhood angst and fluff! The "Go ask your dad" "which dad?" and Roman and Remus arguing which one's the dad and which one's the uncle. The PTA meetings if Patton and Janus working together against a Karen sjsksjsksj. Iono I just think it's cute  - anon

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Warnings: internalized/referenced homophobia

Pairings: DLMPR, everyone's virgil's dad

Word Count: 2114

Virgil stumbles off the school bus and tugs his backpack straps over his shoulders. He doesn’t look up as he wanders up the driveway, kicking a loose stone into the grass and stepping over the crack in the third tile. It’s bad luck to step on cracks, even if he doesn’t have a mom, so he doesn’t step on it. 

Maybe there are other things that can cause bad luck though. 

The door swings open and he looks up to see Padre standing there a big smile on his face as he crouches down to hug him. 

“Hi, sweetheart, how was school?” But then Padre sees his face, which must still be all red and puffy, because he stops smiling and makes that upset noise. “Oh, come here, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

Padre gives the best hugs and so Virgil doesn’t feel bad about running the rest of the way up the driveway—even though he’s not supposed to—and hugging him really hard. If he stays in his Padre’s hugs forever maybe nothing will be bad anymore.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart,” Papa coos, picking him up, backpack and all, and carrying him inside, “what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Virgil sniffles. He’s a big kid now, he doesn’t have to cry all the time. 

“Logan,” he hears Padre call, “Logan?”

“Yes?” Father’s voice comes from a few rooms over and then he hears footsteps. “What’s—oh. Oh, dear.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Padre says quietly, “I just need to get your shoes and backpack off.” 

Padre gives him to Father and Virgil wraps his arms around Father’s neck too, burying his face in the part of his shirt that still smells like the library. Padre takes his shoes and backpack and Father carries him somewhere else. He’s set down on a chair next to the kitchen table and Father crouches down. 

“Hello, little one,” Father says softly, reaching up to dab his tears, “what’s the matter?”

“‘M sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Virgil swipes at his nose. “F’r crying. ’S for babies.”

“Crying is for anyone who feels overwhelmed,” Father corrects, still helping with his tears, “what’s overwhelming you, my dear?”

He sniffles. “Can—can other things cause bad luck?”

Father blinks. “Well, that’s a complicated answer. Luck is—oh, goodness. Luck is something very abstract, Virgil. It’s not a…solid thing that can be affected by something specific. It’s the random part of life, it’s not predictable.”

“But I have bad luck.”

“What makes you say that?”

Virgil stares at the floor, one leg swinging. “I—if I had better luck, then days would be better.”

“Oh, little one, some days are going to be hard.” Father puts his hand on his leg. “That’s life. It doesn’t mean they won’t hurt, it doesn’t mean they won’t be bad, and it definitely doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Father smiles and opens his arms for a hug. Virgil hugs him. “What happened today that was hard, little one?”

“Someone was—was being mean.”

“Someone was being mean? Who?”

“Some—some of the other kids said we’re not a real family.” Virgil touches the edge of Father’s shirt collar. “‘Cause I only have dads and not a mom.”

Father sighs. “Other children can be very silly, Virgil. And their ideas of what ‘family’ means can be limited to their own.”

“But then some of their moms said it too.”

Father doesn’t say anything for a moment. 

“A-are you mad at me?”

“No, little one,” he says quickly, “no, never. I’m upset, yes, because someone said an awful thing that hurt you, but I am not mad at you. You did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.” He holds on tighter. “You’re still my Father, right?”

“Yes, I am, my dear. And Padre is still your Padre, Papa is still your Papa, and so are Ro-Dad and Re-Dad.”

“Ro-Dad said Re-Dad was my uncle.”

“Mm, and did Re-Dad say Ro-Dad was your uncle?”

“Mhm.” Virgil wipes his face again. “They’re confusing.”

Father laughs and it makes Virgil’s chest feel all rumbly. “Well, what matters is they both love you very much.”

“They’re still my family?”

“They’re still your family.” Father pulls back and kisses his cheeks before picking him up. “Come on. Let’s get you all cheered up, okay? I think Re-Dad is in the garden, do you want to go see him?”

“Mhm.” Virgil holds on tight as Father carries him through the house, out the back door, down to the garden. Re-Dad is working and he’s covered in mud. “Re-Dad!”

Re-Dad turns around and smiles. “My little gobblewonker!”

“Not too messy, Remus,” he hears Father say softly as he hands Virgil over. He pats his head once more and disappears back into the house. 

“Hi, squirt,” Re-Dad says, ruffling his hair and getting it all messy, “what’re those frowny faces for?”

“People at school were mean.”

“Well, poop on them.”

“Re-Dad!” Virgil laughs. “We can’t do that!”

“Then we’ll throw mud at them.”

“We can’t do that either!”

“Then I guess you’re just gonna have to help me finish planting these flowers.” Re-Dad hands him his pair of gardening gloves and a trowel. “Here, what colors do you think should go where?”

“Um…I like the blue ones.”

“You like the blue ones? Okay, do those go next to the yellow ones?”

“Yeah. They go over here.”

“Okay.” Re-Dad picks up the flower while Virgil digs a hole for it. “Just like that?”

“Mhm. Then we gotta do a red one.”

“A red one? Okay, you pick which one.”

Virgil squints at the flowers. “That one. The one with the big leaf.”

“The one with the big leaf it is.” 

“Why are there no purple flowers?”

“We don’t have the right kind of soil for the purple flowers yet. Remember what Father told us?”

“We have to grow a certain kind of flower to make the soil have the right stuff in it?”

“Right. And…?”

Virgil sighs. “And we can’t get the purple flowers until later. But couldn’t we have a purple flower in the house? In a pot or something?”

“What about your and Padre’s allergies?” Re-Dad laughs when Virgil pouts. “Oh, it’s okay, little gobblewonker. We’ll get through another winter and then you’ll have all the purple flowers you want, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, what next?”

They plant the rest of the flowers and then Re-Dad says it’s time to go get cleaned up. He won’t carry Virgil so he doesn’t get him all muddy but they spray off their hands with the hose and then go back inside. 

“Papa!”

Papa smiles when he sees them, giving Re-Dad the ‘go get cleaned up’ face and scooping Virgil into his arms. “Hello, sweetie. I heard you had a bad day.”

“Mhm.”

“Well, they don’t deserve my sweetie, then,” he declares like that means Virgil doesn’t have to go to school ever again—which isn’t true, because Padre and Father and Ro-Dad all say he does—and kisses Virgil’s nose. 

“Papa?”

“Mm?”

“Why are people mean?”

Papa lets out a long breath and something that sounds like why do I always get the hard ones, and smiles again. But he looks sad. “Sometimes people don’t mean to be mean. Sometimes they don’t think about what they say or do and they do it before they realize it will hurt you. Or they’re just saying what someone’s said to them and they don’t realize it’s wrong.”

“Is that what happened to me?”

“Well, maybe.” Papa sighs. “But sometimes people can just…be mean. Because it makes them feel better.”

Virgil frowns. “Why would being mean make them feel better? Being mean makes me feel bad.”

“I know, sweetie, I know. But when people are hurting, or they get scared, it’s easier to make someone else hurt than it is to deal with their own problems.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Yes, sweetie, it’s very stupid.”

“Why are people stupid?”

“You’re going to have to ask your other dad that question.”

“Wait, which one?”

“Any of them,” Papa says, “ask any of them, Virgil, just not me. I don’t know the answer to that one.”

Virgil laughs again as Papa sits down on the couch with him on his lap. He wraps his arms around him really tightly and snuggles into his chest. Papa isn’t as warm as his other dads so he can stay in the cuddles for as long as he wants. Papa calls him his little space heater. 

“It’s getting cold again,” Papa says, “you ready for winter?”

“When you want to cuddle me all the time?”

“Mhm. You’re so warm, sweetie, you gotta give me some of that too.”

“But I have school!”

“I’ll just come with you. And cuddle you all day.”

“No,” Virgil laughs, trying to squirm away, “I have school! You can’t come with me!”

“But what am I gonna do without my sweetie? How am I gonna stay warm?”

“Just get Re-Dad to help!” He manages to get free but Papa catches him again. 

“Re-Dad? Why Re-Dad?”

“He said he’d help last winter, I heard him say he’d help you keep warm.”

Virgil isn’t sure why Papa goes red and mutters something about bedtime, but he’s gonna try and get away again. 

“Oh, no, get back here, you little rascal!” 

“Janus? Virgil? Dinner’s ready!”

“Aww.” 

Papa laughs and scoops him up again. “Come on, sweetie, food time.”

Dinner is spaghetti which means garlic bread which means Virgil doesn’t have to worry about helping to clean up because Padre says that his job is to finish the garlic bread so the fridge doesn’t smell bad. Which isn’t hard at all because Virgil loves garlic bread and it’s normally all gone before dinner is over. 

It does mean that he really has to brush his teeth when he goes to bed, though. 

“Knock, knock?”

“Who is it?”

Ro-Dad laughs on the other side of the door. “You’re supposed to say ‘who’s there.’”

“Ro-Dad!”

“It’s me!” Ro-Dad opens his door. “Can I come in?”

Virgil nods, sitting up in bed as Ro-Dad comes over, holding out his arms for a hug. Ro-Dad is really really warm, which means Virgil gets really sleepy. He feels Ro-Dad move a bit and holds on tighter. 

“I’m not leaving, baby,” Ro-Dad murmurs, “I’m just gonna move over here so I can hold you, okay? I gotcha.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I won’t.” Ro-Dad pets his head. “You tired, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“You want a story?”

Does he? Ro-Dad’s stories are always really good, but he has to stay awake for those and he’s really tired. Like he can feel himself starting to fall asleep right now. And he doesn’t want Ro-Dad to move away. 

“Can you just hug me?”

“Yeah, baby, I can just hug you. You want me to lie down with you?”

“Father and Papa said I’m getting too old to sleep with you.”

“They didn’t say you’re too old to cuddle. I’ll leave when you fall asleep.”

Virgil tucks his head into Ro-Dad’s neck. “What if I don’t let go?”

“You’re a squirmy sleeper, baby, you’ll move around and let me go.”

“I am not!”

“Sure you are,” Ro-Dad says and wiggles a finger into his side, “squirmy little spider.”

Virgil squeals but doesn’t let go. “No!”

“Come on, squirmy spider, you want me to cuddle you?”

“Yes.”

Ro-Dad laughs and lies down, helping Virgil lie down too. He’s big and soft and warm like another blanket and Virgil can feel himself falling asleep. Ro-Dad smells like cookies. 

“Did you and Padre bake?”

“Yes, we did. And you can have a cookie in your lunch tomorrow, okay?”

Virgil’s fingers curl into his shirt. “Ro-Dad?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What if…what if the kids and their mommies are mean again tomorrow?”

“Then Papa and Padre will deal with them. And Father and I will ride off to protect you while you and Re-Dad make all the mud balls you want.”

“Really?”

“Well, maybe not the mud balls.”

“Aww.”

“It’ll be okay, baby,” Ro-Dad says softly, kissing his forehead, “you’re gonna be okay, Virgil.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

As Virgil falls asleep, he thinks that even though the other kids said his family wasn’t a real one, he doesn’t want to have any other kind. 

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[muppetable]

almost forgot incorrect quotes day!!

thomas: what do we do when we’re offered drugs?

janus: take them

roman: punch the person in the neck!

virgil: say thank you

remus: offer more drugs to assert dominance

*patton teaching remus to drive and taking roman along for the ride*

patton: That's a pothole. To the left!

remus: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*

roman, sticking his face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.

remus: I don't think that's how the song goes.

patton, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.

remus: To the place.

roman and remus in unison: I Belong!

patton, crying harder: What the FUck?

logan: wow, they look like a real handful. how do you deal with them all?

*roman crying, remus trying to set a sleeping janus on fire, virgil choking on air*

patton: i don’t know either

roman: when’s the last time you slept?

virgil: uhh a few days ago i think

roman: a few- how many?!

virgil: *starts counting on fingers* i need more fingers

roman: what you nEED is sleep!!

janus: when i was your age-

virgil, mocking him: wHeN i WaS yOur HeIgHt-

*logan recording whilst janus and roman are arguing*

roman: HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP, HOLD UP!! HER SISTER WAS A WITCH, RIGHT? AND WHAT WAS HER SISTER? A PRINCESS! THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST, BRO!

logan: *wheezes like a tea kettle*

janus, pulling out a knife: I'm gonna stab him

roman: YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT I'M WRONG? AM I WRONG?

janus: It's my favorite movi-

roman: SHE WORE A CROWN AND SHE CAME DOWN IN A BUBBLE, NATHAN!

janus: I'm not fighting with you, I'm not fighting with y-

roman: GROW UP, BRO. GROW UP!

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[misery-bitchness-moved]

Love Potion- Logicality

I’m not dead!! This fic should not have taken as long as it did for how short it is but oh well I’m a busy little college student. Here’s the second live potion fic this time featuring logicality. enjoy!

Trigger warning: Like the last one, this fic features a love/horny potion so there’s dubious consent in this

After a long day in the mindscape, Logan liked to wind down with a relaxing cup of chamomile tea. Unfortunately, as with most days, Roman ruined his peace of mind. While the creative side wasn’t there annoying him physically, he had left an unlabelled jar containing a bright pink liquid right in the way of the kettle. Logan sighed. Not only was he cluttering the kitchen with some nonsense undoubtedly from the imagination, but it was in the way of his end-of-day tea. Sure, it was petty, but he had had a long day and needed that tea before he snapped someone’s neck.

As he grabbed the jar by its lid, attempting to move it to Roman’s seat at the table so he would remember to take it back to his room, the lid immediately came loose, causing the jar to shatter on the floor, coating Logan in the strange liquid.

He let out a series of colorful swears as Virgil, who had been watching The Office on the couch, sprinted into the room. Logan barely spared him a glance, instead looking at his now stained clothes and still cursing Roman.

“Logan! What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Virgil asked, scrambling to guide him away from the danger of the glass shards.

“Your irresponsible, infuriating boyfriend happened,” Logan grumbled, “Roman left a jar on the counter and when I went to move it to make some tea, the lid came loose because apparently your dope of a boyfriend can’t screw lids on properly. Whatever was in the jar spilled all over me and the jar itself shattered.”

Virgil hummed as he carefully cleaned up the shards and Logan stood to grab paper towels to dry the puddles on his shirt and pants. Sitting at the table, he dabbed at the stains before he noticed Virgil’s breath begin to quicken as he mumbled worriedly about the unknown liquid that had now come in contact with both of their skin.

Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Logan put a comforting hand on his shoulder and reassured him. “Virgil, breathe,” he instructed. “Roman may be a moron, but I highly doubt he would leave out something potentially dangerous. That being said, I advise we both wash ourselves well to ensure whatever this substance was is no longer on our skin. It would also be wise for us to look for any out of the ordinary symptoms just to be safe, and if you happen to run into Roman, please inquire about this peculiar liquid.” Logan stood from where he was seated and walked toward the kitchen’s exit, intending to rid himself of the leftover, now sticky remnants of the spilled liquid, before stopping in the doorway.

“Oh, and if you do see him? Hit him over the head for me.”

***

By the time Logan arrived at his room, his vision had gotten slightly blurry. He cleaned his glasses and rubbed his eyes, but the cloudiness did not go away. In fact, it seemed to spread to his brain which was slowly beginning to feel like it was being stuffed with cotton. In the back of his mind, he pondered if this was an effect of the jar Roman had left out and briefly thought about telling Virgil, but those thoughts were quickly banished from his mind as retaining any coherent thought became much harder. The only thing he could process was how tingly and warm his skin felt and how desperately he needed to be touched.

Eyebrows furrowed at the development, he left his room, not remembering why he went there in the first place, especially when he could be spending time with his boyfriend instead. Without a second thought, or really any thought at all, Logan made his way to Patton’s room.

He didn’t even knock before opening the door to see his gorgeous boyfriend already undressing. His pants were still on but he was shirtless, his chubby stomach on display making Logan feel even hotter. The sound of his door opening caught Patton off guard and he turned around to face the noise.

“Oh! Logan! I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon; I thought you were getting your nightly tea first. I didn’t even get the chance to put on the pretty new lingerie I got,” he smiled brightly.

“Couldn’t wait. Needed you now,” Logan growled. In all honesty, he forgot he and Patton had even planned to spend the night together as he had been so focused on getting to Patton as quickly as he could, unable to stand the heat scorching his skin.

Logan quickly made his way across the room to his boyfriend and didn’t hesitate before kissing him hard in a way that caught Patton off guard before melting and moaning into the kiss. It was messy and mostly tongue, but Logan couldn’t think of anything other than pleasuring his love and Patton had already been half hard in anticipation for his and Logan’s night together.

Through their kissing, they tactlessly rid each other of their clothes, craving the contact of bare skin. Logan sucked a hickey onto Patton’s neck, rubbing his thumbs over the side’s nipples. Logan’s skin was burning and he was panting like a dog in summer.

Patton let out a surprised shriek when he felt Logan’s very hard cock grind against him. With a hand on his chest, Patton pushed him away to breath before looking in his eyes and whispering, “Let’s take this to the bed, hm?”

Logan couldn’t agree more and pushed him towards the bed as they continued to make out until Patton’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto the mattress. Logan wasted no time getting on his knees at the edge of the bed, throwing Patton’s legs over his shoulders and eating him out aggressively.

Patton cried out at the sensation, dick throbbing despite the lack of attention, and he squirmed on the sheets. Logan only tore his mouth away to demand lube and as soon as Patton obtained it from his bedside drawer and tossed it to Logan, he was back to eating him out like a starving man. The sight of his lover spread out beneath him only fueled the fire burning in his gut and he had developed tunnel vision, only able to focus on pleasure.

Patton’s brain was already too scrambled to notice Logan uncapping the lube and spreading some on his fingers. He did, however, notice when Logan’s mouth moved from his hole to his cock as the man licked and sucked the tip in a teasing way that had Patton thrusting up for more. In response, Logan firmly planted one hand on his hips before circling his asshole with his lubed up fingers.

Logan could no longer form a coherent thought. He thrusted against the bed as he fingered and sucked off his partner, unable to stop himself. Lust consumed him and he desperately wanted to sink inside Patton’s tight, perky ass. Just the thought of that taunting ass sent a jolt of arousal right to his own cock, causing him to moan around the one in his mouth.

Patton shoved his fist into his mouth, embarrassed at how loud he was being, but unable to lower his voice. Logan was always skilled with his hands and even with his mind clouded with pure lust, he was able to find all the right places that made Patton scream. His fingers brushed against his prostate before ruthlessly rubbing against it. Patton could feel himself get close, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open.

Unfortunately, Logan could also tell when Patton was about to come. He quickly pulled his mouth off Patton’s dick and removed his fingers from his hole, leaving Patton whining, desperate, and achingly empty.

Luckily, Patton was not left unsatisfied for long as his boyfriend moved back up to kiss him, wasting no time pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Logan held his dick in one hand, using the other to keep balance, and lined it up with Patton’s hole before sliding in with ease. Both sides groaned at the feeling, Logan’s eyes even fluttering shut as the burning heat within him finally began to be sated.

It didn’t take long for Logan to start moving inside his boyfriend, utterly blissed out at the feeling and desperate for more. He nipped at Patton’s neck and gripped his thick thighs tightly, determined to mark him up with pretty bruises on his freckled skin. In return, Patton cried out, arms wrapped around Logan with a hand gripping his hair tightly as back arched into pleasure Logan so graciously provided.

Logan fucked Patton like his life depended on it, driven mad by the lust consuming his body and the relief that came with finally scratching the itch caused by the pink liquid he spilled on himself what felt like ages ago. All he felt was pleasure and all he knew was Patton. Gorgeous Patton who took everything Logan provided so graciously, eyes screwed shut and panting as moans and whines escaped his mouth.

Seeing Patton so utterly debauched easily pushed Logan right to the edge and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to bring Patton over the edge with him, Logan grabbed his leaking cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts. His partner squirmed and his shouts got progressively loud, crying out Logan’s name.

The logical side couldn’t hold on any longer and came with a low, almost feral growl in Patton’s ass. The sudden feeling of his boyfriend filling him up caused Patton to moan as he too came. His orgasm was long and hard as Logan continued to fuck him through it, copious amounts of cum leaking from his cock before he began to whine from the overstimulation.

Logan pulled out and fell onto the bed next him, exhausted. His eyes fluttered shut and he began to fall asleep, feeling Patton kiss his cheek as he whispered, “Thank you, dear. I’ll get us cleaned up, you just relax for me.”

Patton continued whispering praises and sweet words to Logan even as he was on the verge of sleep before finally slipping into slumber as his soft, pudgy boyfriend finally cuddled up next to him. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d have to confront Roman and talk to Virgil about the mysterious liquid, but it could wait until the morning as all he wanted now was to fall asleep with Patton in his arms.

#not safe for sanders #blue writes #nsfs logicality #nsfs patton #nsfs Logan

[roseianxiety]

Touch Ask Game, 11 with analogical?

Sorry this took a while, I was busy with school and other stuff. This is a continuation of this fic.

Touches Ask Game

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Welcome Home

Ship: Romantic Analogical

Virgil rushed inside the airport terminal with a cardboard sign in his hands, almost tripping and falling to the ground but he managed to steady himself before that could happen.

He was supposed to arrive early, but he unfortunately woke up late and didn't heard his alarm ring.Virgil sighed in annoyance before he pushed through people and headed straight to the waiting area.

His heart hammered in his chest, excited and also nervous. This was it. Everything had been planned for over two weeks now. After a year and a half, he finally get to see his boyfriend again.It won't take long before Logan's plane lands and when he does Virgil is going to run into him and hug him tight and never let go.

The anxiety of anticipation was making Virgil's stomach twist up in knots and his hands started to shake slightly. He didn't know why this was such an emotional experience for him, but he really missed Logan and he wanted nothing more than to be reunited with him.

He was too lost in his thoughts that he didn't heard the announcement that the plane had arrived. Virgil snapped his head up and quickly scanned the crowd trying to find Logan.

There he was. Standing tall with his luggage at his side looking beautiful as always. With no time to waste Virgil started pushing through the crowd towards him and raised up the cardboard from earlier. He tried to contain the smile that spread across his face but couldn't help it.

The sight of his boyfriend made all his worries vanish away. Logan spotted Virgil a few feet away and smiled brightly when he saw him. Virgil squeezed through the big crowd, wanting to get closer to Logan as soon as possible, until Logan was standing right in front of him with his arms open wide ready to catch him.And Virgil fell right into them. He didn't hesitate to return the gesture, hugging Logan tightly and hiding his face against the crook of his neck.

It took some time before the pair could pull apart from their embrace but when they did, Logan reached up to cup Virgil's cheek while smiling fondly at him.

"Welcome home."Virgil said softly, kissing Logan lightly and letting himself melt against his boyfriend's touch. Logan hummed softly. "I missed you so much." He whispered, pressing another kiss to Virgil's lips.

A soft smile played over Virgil's features. "I missed you too.". They kissed gently once more, feeling all too giddy and excited, not wanting to part yet.

After a minute or so the couple pulled apart, both of their eyes filled with love, and their smiles wider than ever. "How have you been?"Logan asks softly, laying his hand on Virgil's neck while he stares at him lovingly. His fingers slowly stroking his neck as he speaks.Virgil closes his eyes, leaning in on Logan's touch.

He responds softly, "Good now that you're here."Logan chuckles, "That's good to hear." He says happily, moving closer to Virgil. He leans down, bringing his forehead together with Virgil and placing one last sweet kiss on his lips. Then he pulls back, staring deeply into Virgil's eyes. "Now come on," he tells Virgil softly. "We can't just stay here at the airport. We lots of things to do together."Logan giggles, wrapping his arm around Virgil while his other hand grabbed his luggage.

Virgil laughs softly, nodding in agreement. They began walking through the airport, still holding hands while chattering about their days.

As they walked Logan told Virgil of how his school was going on for him, and about all the mew experiences he went through abroad.

Virgil listened intently, smiling every now and then. He loved hearing about Logan rambling, he missed how his voice sound and the little quirks he has.

They kept talking and laughing the whole way home, enjoying being with each other once more. They stopped in front of Virgil's apartment building, the couple turning around to face at each other, holding each other's hands.

They stood there silently for a moment, taking in the other's appearance. It felt like only yesterday when Virgil would stare at Logan from afar in class and how they would glance at each other every once in a while. Virgil couldn't get enough of looking at him. Logan was breathtaking, absolutely gorgeous, and absolutely perfect.

"I love you so much." Virgil said suddenly, surprising both himself and Logan.It seemed like Logan wasn't expecting that. His eyes widened and a blush crept onto his cheeks. But his face was bright red and his voice wavered slightly when he responded, "I love you too, Vee.".

Virgil took a deep breath before pulling Logan by his shirt collar and crashing their lips together. Logan let out a small gasp but quickly relaxed, reciprocating the kiss and running his free hand through Virgil's hair.

Once the kiss broke, Virgil pulled away, resting their foreheads together. "I hope we can just stay like this forever.". He murmured.

Logan smiled, tilting his head to kiss Virgil again. "Me too.".

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