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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 1 month

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 41/53?)

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Word count: 1612

Rating: Teen

Pairings: parental Moxiety, past Virgil/omc

Warnings: past abuse, implied abuse, current torture, blood, nonlinear narrative, psychic powers

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Something about the overhead light felt like needles slowly piercing his skin. The light didn’t respond to his will, if anything, it seemed to get sharper when he tried to bend it away from himself. It grated at his nerves, keeping him too keyed-up to drop fully into unconsciousness, but not so aware that he was fully conscious either; he was drifting in a haze of slow-burning agony.

He couldn’t teleport either. Every time he’d tried it had felt like he’d slammed his head into a brick wall.

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap — he’d known it was a trap.

He didn’t even get to see his dads. He didn’t know if they were ok.

The warehouse looked empty when he entered it, but he knew his dads were close — in a basement by the feel of it. He was careful, creeping through the building as quietly as he could, but when something heavy slammed into him, he was caught completely off guard.

The force of the hit sent him careening into some of the factory’s machinery. He tried to teleport away, but someone had set up a field around the warehouse, blocking his escape; he did teleport twenty yards away though, hoping to catch his as-of-yet unseen adversary off guard. This field wasn’t very sophisticated, and the teleportation left a metallic taste in his mouth.

He tried desperately to scan his surroundings, but the warehouse was so dark that he couldn’t see anything other than vague dark shadows, none of which were person shaped. Out of nowhere, a tendril of electricity shot out, missing his arm by mere inches as he quickly sprang away. The whips kept coming as the crackle of electricity dimly illuminated the new supervillain — Whiplash, he thought he remembered the news saying.

Hoping to use the darkness to his advantage, he concentrated an orb of light near where he thought the villain’s eyes were. The whips stopped as the villain stumbled back, though weirdly, he didn’t cry out in surprise of pain.

He was about to press his advance when he was suddenly hit by a sharp pain to the back. He collapsed on the floor, paralyzed but conscious.

“There now,” a voice said as a new assailant leaned over him. “That wasn’t so hard.”

The new adversary reached for him, but he managed to teleport once more.

“Fucker!” He heard the voice mutter to itself before addressing him specifically. “You can’t get away! That toxin will keep you from moving, and the Holder will keep you from teleporting out!”

‘Holder’? He thought, mentally shaking his head. Is that the best they could come up with?

He couldn’t stand, his field of vision was painfully limited to what he could see while his cheek was pressed into the floor; he could teleport, but not to true safety; he was pretty sure he could still bend light and shadows, but that might do him more harm than good while he tried to hide.

He could hear footsteps around him, but the reverberation throughout the warehouse made pinpointing where they came from impossible. He was just about to teleport again when a whip of electricity suddenly hit its mark.

He was out before he really knew what hit him.

The door to his cell slid open and he tried to drag himself into something more resembling consciousness. He heard the clicking of heels as a figure approached him, but his mind was too clouded to really see what was coming.

“Well, well, well.” The voice sent chills down his spine and the resulting jolt of adrenaline cleared Virgil’s vision and thoughts. Dr. Agon stood before him, her typical predatory grin gracing her ruby lips. “It’s been too long, Knightcaster, we’ve been worried about you.”

Virgil didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing.

“You know who else we’re worried about?” Agon continued, seemingly satisfied with Virgil’s lack of response. “Patton. Won’t you tell me where he is? He must be so scared and alone.”

“…fuck…you,” Virgil managed to rasp out.

“Fine,” Agon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll do this the hard way then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t like having my things stolen, Knightcaster.”

“G’ ‘t…hell…”

Agon’s smile widened slightly. “Come here 1013.”

The door opened again and a gaunt figure slunk in. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair — slick with grease as it might be — they might look like the girl from The Ring; they wore a dirty smock that might have once been white with long lank hair falling in front of their face. They looked so completely different that it wasn’t until just before their hand plunged into his chest that Virgil remembered that he’d met this person before.

It was an unseasonably warm October day when Knightcaster was sent downtown to bring in a supervillain with some kind of mind-manipulation powers. She had apparently been forcing people to withdraw money from an atm when some cops had reported to the scene — no sooner had those cops arrived than they were flapping their arms and clucking like chickens.

The supervillain had called herself Ebony, ironic, given how deathly pale her skin was, almost as though she was glowing. Her pink hair fluttered around her in a wind that didn’t seem to exist, it was the same electric pink as the blood that dripped more heavily from her hands with every person whose soul she reached into.

As soon as she saw Knightcaster she took off running in the opposite direction. She barely made it three steps when she collided with Knightcaster’s chest, the hero having teleported into her path.

She reared back with a snarl and plunged her pink hand into Knightcaster’s chest.

Virgil was thrown forcefully from the memory. He was no longer in that room with the sharp lights, or at least… it didn’t look like he was in the room, it looked like he was in a space that was both devoid of and saturated with color. Standing across from him, looking slightly more like herself in a black MCR shirt, black spandex shorts sticking out from underneath a pink and black plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings — though still lifeless and defeated — was Ebony.

“This will be easier if you cooperate,” she croaked, her mouth never moving.

“I haven’t been feeling very cooperative lately,” Virgil shot back.

“Where’s the target?” Ebony asked, an image of four-year-old Patton appearing in the space between them.

“I’ve never seen that child before,” Virgil lied.

Ebony cocked her head and the void around them began shifting, Virgil’s own memories shaping the surroundings materializing around them.

Virgil wrenched the memory to the side and his old apartment he’d lived in with Orin materialized. Cracked countertop and all.

“No,” Ebony said, sounding bored and listless, not at all like the villain Virgil had fought before.

The apartment began to shift again, so Virgil threw all his mental weight against the flow. Evading psychics like this had been a part of his training, and he was certain that if Ebony wasn’t as unwell as she was that his time — hours? Days? Weeks? — in the sharp lights would have weakened him below her abilities.

The child shifted and changed with the surroundings, and when the shifting stopped, a very different child stood between them.

The new — old — child was five. He was going by a name that wasn’t quite his own. He wore a bright pink shirt that he only ever wore in tandem with his overalls, though he didn’t know why yet. The shirt, Virgil knew, had pink rhinestones spelling out the word “Princess” hidden beneath the bib of the overalls. The overalls had holes worn into both knees as this boy had a penchant for adventuring with his dads. His hair had been recently shorn short after a mishap with a classmate and some gum; he liked it better this way.

Around them was a house that hadn’t changed much in twenty-one years — though maybe it had, Virgil hadn’t seen it in so long. There was a television across from a comfortably worn couch; bookcases taking up one wall, half filled with books, and half filled with various DVDs and video games. The coffee table in front of the couch was completely clear of dishes or trash in a way it almost never was.

“No.” Ebony’s voice was harder now. She tried to shift the scene again, but Virgil gritted his teeth and kept the surroundings from changing.

The boy became taller, older, he was wearing a hoodie now, and clutching a worn copy of Dante’s inferno in his hand.

“No!”

Ebony yanked more forcefully, and their surroundings began to shift. Virgil pushed against it as hard as he could, but it almost wasn’t enough.

The scene solidified into Virgil and Orin’s living room, an adult Virgil was curled up on the couch, holding a week-old Patton in his arms. At the time, Virgil had been amazed by his perfect tiny son. He still was.

He would do anything for that kid.

He kicked back against Ebony and the scene melted around them.

Virgil opened his eyes to the numbing pain of the sharp lights. Before him on the ground, lying in a pool of toxic pink blood, was Ebony. Her mess of hair had parted and Virgil could see her pitch-black eyes staring listlessly ahead of her.

“Shame,” Agon sighed, completely bored. “Don’t worry, Knightcaster, we have more ways to get you to talk. R&D’s going to be very interested to see how well their toys work.”

As her heels click-clacked out of the room, Virgil’s head hit his chest.

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noblest-roman-of-them-all · 2 years

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Wished for on a Falling Star

Roman tapped lightly on Patton's door before poking his head in. "Hey, big guy. Think you're ready to talk about what happened at school today?"

Patton sniffled and nodded. "Yeah."

Roman crossed the room with Virgil in tow. They sat, leaning on the wall, on either side of the boy.

"Okay-"

"How come I had to be adopted?" Patton asked before Roman could prompt him.

Roman and Virgil exchanged wide eyed glances over Patton's head. Roman nodded at him then quickly shook his head, Virgil scowled in response and shook his head raising his shoulders slightly. Roman nodded at him again and Virgil huffed our a sigh.

"There's not an easy answer to that, bud," he answered softly. "Sometimes...parents just need help if they want a kid. And you're daddy and I needed help so we adopted you."

Patton lifted his chin from his knees and glanced up at Virgil with glassy brown eyes. "But how come I had to be adopted?" He asked again. "Other kids don't have to be adopted and they have parents. So what happened to the parents that didn't have to adopt me? How come they made me be adopted? Other parents just have their kids and they keep them so they don't have to be adopted."

"There's not an easy answer to that either, starshine," Roman answered gently and rested a hand on Patton's back. "There are lots of reasons why parents who have kids put them up for adoption. Sometimes, it's because they don't think they cam take care of the kids the way they deserve, sometimes...sad things happen and parents die and the kid needs someone to take care of them, or-"

"Is it cause they don't want them?"

The quiet question shocked both Roman and Virgil to silence.

"Treavor says that's why I had to be adopted. Cause my real mommy didn't like me so she sold me so I could be adopted."

Virgil clenched his jaw. "Yeah, well, Treavor's a little-"

"What your dad is trying to say," Roman cut in giving Virgil a pointed look. "Is that, yes, sometimes parents don't want the kids they have. But that doesn't mean that nobody wants them, and we didn't buy you. We wished for you on a falling star."

"Really?" Patton asked, his voice full of wonder.

Roman nodded solemnly. "Mhm. We knew we couldn't have kids all by ourselves so on New Year's Eve, right as the clock struck midnight and the new year started there was a falling star and we wished on that star that we could have a little boy. And that wish came true when we adopted you."

"Did I come out of the spaceship like Janus?" Patton asked excitedly, shattering the moment for Roman.

"I'm sorry, what?" Virgil questioned.

"Janus said that Uncle Remus and Uncle Lo wished for him on a falling star and then the star crashed into the backyard and it was really a spaceship and Janus climbed out of it like Lilo and Stitch!"

"No, thankfully, you're a pretty normal kid," Roman muttered half under his breath.

Virgil scowled at him and smacked at him from behind Patton's back.

"Wait. Does that mean Janus is an alien like Stitch is?"

Virgil pointed a warning finger at Roman. "No, Janus isn't an alien."

"Then how come Uncle Remus says he climbed out from a spaceship?"

"Because your Uncle Remus is chronically concussed," Roman grumbled.

"What does that mean?" Patton asked, scrunching up his nose.

"It means he hit his head really hard," Virgil explained.

"Ohhhh. Is that how come he has a cut on his eyebrow all the time."

Virgil messaged his forehead. "Yup. Alright, let's- let's back track a minute, okay? Your daddy and I love you a lot, okay? If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they're bullies and they're lying. Got it?"

Patton nodded sharply. "Got it."

"Good." Virgil ruffled the boy's hair and planted a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, P."

Patton did his best to hug both his parents at once. "Love you, Dad. Love you, Daddy."

Roman chuckled and pulled his family close. "Love you too, P."

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides au #prinxeity #familial royality #familial moxiety #silly parent aus

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sidespart · 2 years

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For a drawing prompt, maybe parental moxiety with kid Patton and parent Virgil?

Once Patton scraped his knee and Virgil cried about it for 3 hours

#Patton sanders #Virgil sanders #Logan sanders #sanders sides #sidespart draws #me: what the heck do tough guys wear #my entire yugioh addicted childhood: put some random fucking buckles on that bad boy #make them POINT

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not-exactly-laborious · 2 years

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Maybe parental moxiety with a kid patton?

he doesn't know how to take care of kids???!?!?!??!

#sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders

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nandysparadox · 9 months

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strawberry ice cream and rescue missions

Pairing: romantic royality; mentioned brotherly moxiety and platonic logicality

Word count: 2311

cw: emotional hurt/comfort; light angst; insecurity; overworking; mentioned unsupportive parents

Summary:

Roman is worried he'll never make it onto stage after all. Patton is worried about his next test.

Two times Patton and Roman comforted each other

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fic for day 2 of @royalityweek!! ill have to admit i may have strayed from the prompt a little bit, but im happy with how this turned out ❤️🩵😊 this is part of the same verse as my previous royality week fics, but can be read separately (ill make a masterpost soon!)

huge thanks to @ivaryn0 for beta-reading!

prompt: family/friendship

Hmm. Should he get more chocolate? Patton wondered, squinting at the lines of chocolate bars that filled the shelves in the sweets aisle. He couldn’t remember if there was still some in the fridge…

Well, he ate chocolate fast, might as well. He picked up a few kit-kats and dropped them in the basket when a ring sounded from his phone. He checked the screen, switching to the messaging app immediately when he saw it was Roman.

just got off work

do you wanna come over?

He blinked. Roman could be spontaneous with plans sometimes, but generally, Patton was the one to host the spur-of-the-moment movie nights between the two of them.

In any case, it's not like he was planning to do anything other than scroll on his phone after he got home. Hanging out with Roman would definitely be a plus.

sure sweetie!😊💖 im at the grocery store rn, do you want me to pick up something for u??

The typing bubble popped up, and it stayed there for about a minute. Patton tilted his head.

ice cream

…

please

Oh. Oh, something was wrong for sure.

A good ol’ ice cream tub was Roman’s go-to when he was feeling down, and that’d certainly explain why he asked to hang out out of nowhere. He couldn’t tell exactly what happened, nothing good for sure, but now he was on a mission.

Operation “cheer up boyfriend” initiated!

Luckily, the ice cream aisle was close to the checkout counter. Patton rummaged around the freezer for strawberry cheesecake, Roman’s favorite, and got three pints for good measure. Of course, making sure to get a bottle of chocolate syrup while in line. After that, it was just a matter of driving to Roman’s apartment.

He might’ve rushed up the stairs a bit too much and his knees definitely paid the price, but darn it he was worried!

He double-checked the apartment number and moved to open the door. Faint music came from behind it, Taylor Swift’s…All Too Well? Oh boy.

“I brought the ice cream, Ro!” Patton said as he entered. Immediately, his eyes flitted to Roman in the middle of the couch. Blankets swaddled him to the point that Patton could barely make out his face. But as he got closer, he saw the tear tracks that trailed down to his chin.

“Oh love,” Patton said, feeling his heart ache at the sight. “Hold on, let me grab you a spoon, ok?”

By the time he was back, Roman hadn’t moved an inch. Patton sat next to him, cracking open the ice cream and plopping the spoon into it.

Roman then proceeded to take the pint and eat it with a ferocity that was kind of impressive.

“…Thanks,” Roman muttered.

“Of course, Ro,” Patton smiled, putting a hand on Roman’s knee, in what he hoped to be a comforting way. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, it’s— it’s dumb,” Roman replied, wrapping his arms around his middle. “I’m being dramatic.”

“It’s not dumb, Ro, not if it’s upsetting you.”

Roman sighed. “The cast list for this season’s show came out.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Ensemble. Again!” Roman cried, doing mock jazz hands. “I know, I know, I should be grateful I’m in the show at all, and ensemble’s no easy feat of course, but I just thought…”

Roman hunched his shoulders up and let his hands fall into his lap.

“I thought this was going to be the time.”

“I’m so sorry you didn’t get the part you wanted, honey,” Patton said, leaning into Roman’s side. “I’m sure you did your best.”

“I’m starting to think my best just isn’t enough,” Roman let out a hollow laugh. “You know, every time, I tell myself it’s gonna happen, this is gonna be my big break… Maybe it’s just never gonna happen.”

Patton watched helplessly as Roman wound a hand into his hair, pulling. His face twisted in misery. Patton couldn’t bear to see it, the hope crumbling from Roman’s eyes.

“Maybe I’m just gonna be serving milkshakes and cheesecake in a 50s-themed diner for the rest of my life,” he said, bitter. “Great, my parents were right. I’ll never be anyone at all.”

“Don’t say that, Roman,” Patton said firmly. He surprised himself with the sternness in his voice, but he stood by it — he wouldn’t just let Roman be so cruel to himself. “They’re wrong. Of course you’re enough, honey, please don’t let others convince you you’re not, be it your parents or anyone else.”

Roman hummed and something in Patton’s chest twisted at the disbelief in his eyes.

“Ro, listen to me,” Patton pleaded, taking Roman’s hands and squeezing them. “You’re incredible. You’re passionate, and witty, and creative, and dazzling, and none of that hinges on you having the lead role in a show. It doesn’t matter if you’re a waiter, or a superstar, you don't need to measure up to anyone's idea of success.”

Patton smiled, letting go of Roman’s hands to cup his face and brush his thumb across the high of his cheekbone. “You're you. That's enough.” He paused, touching his forehead to Roman's. “You know I love you, right?”

Roman went silent, and with each second that passed Patton got more worried he might’ve said the wrong thing. But then, all of a sudden, he wrapped Patton in a tight hug.

“I love you too,” replied Roman, a quiet chuckle on his lips. Patton hugged him back, crossing his arms over Roman’s back.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman wiped at his eyes, smiling. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

“Maybe not always,” Patton shrugged. “But I’m sure good at turning around gloomy days! How about I pick up more ice cream and we put on some Disney movies?”

Roman laughed in response, and Patton was so glad to hear it.

Roman sighed as he leaned his forehead against the door, raising his fist to knock for about the third time. Of course, getting into Patton’s apartment hadn’t been the hard part — his roommate was just as worried about him as Roman himself.

The real problem would be getting him to actually leave his desk and put a pause on studying.

“I’m taking a break soon, Logan, don’t worry!” Soon came Patton’s cheerful voice through the door. By the unprompted nature of the comment, he must’ve repeated this line many times before and Roman would guess he’d actually done as he said about… zero of them. “Do you need anything?”

Other options exhausted, Roman supposed he’d just have to go for it.

“Only for you to emerge from your fortress of darkness, my dear,” he said, opening the door.

Fortress of darkness indeed. The laptop screen, about the only source of light in the room, cast a blue tint on the books and papers thrown around the desk. Mugs and cups piled around a forgotten corner of the nightstand. At least the window was open, so Patton must’ve gotten some sunlight in the afternoon.

“…Roman?” Patton squinted at him and tilted his head, swiveling his chair around to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a mission, darling,” Roman declared, bowing. Hopefully, his dramatics would help win Patton over. “ Recruited by your dearest brother himself… and your roomie was kind enough to let me in.”

“Logan,” Patton grumbled, then shot Roman a look of disbelief, eyebrows raised. “Hold on, Virgil sent you?”

Roman strode over to him, tilting Patton’s chin up and gently brushing his raven hair out of his glasses. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and he looked as if he might fall over with a single touch. Roman bit his lip, when had Patton last slept? That wasn’t like him — he barely stayed up late, even on weekends.

“Darling, you haven’t texted your brother in three days. And you know how he gets when he’s worried.” Roman fake shivered, pulling a little giggle out of the other. “When I asked how you were doing this morning, you just sent me a thumbs-up emoji. And Logan says you haven’t come out of here either.”

“I— just,” Patton looked down. “I really need to study, okay? I have a test in a week, and I still have to review the three last units, and memorize all these names—”

“And don’t you think you’ll do better if you give your brain a chance to rest?” Roman raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, you’re taking a nap.”

“What? I can’t, Roman I’m so behind—” Patton protested as Roman pulled him from the chair and herded him towards the bed.

“So you don’t want to cuddle your poor suffering boyfriend?” Roman gave him an exaggerated pout, knowing the other wouldn’t be able to resist it. “Jail for Patton, jail for Patton for one thousand years!”

“Don’t be mean,” Patton whined. He glanced at their entwined hands, sighed, and climbed onto the bed grumbling.

They cuddled for about a minute, and Roman would be lying to say he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the fact that his boyfriend wore his favorite sweater. You’d think it was a bit plain, just a simple gray affair, but only if you hadn’t touched it — by Jove, it was like angels themselves knit the thing. Though soon enough, Patton disentangled himself from Roman’s arms, much to his displeasure, and sent a conflicted glance to his desk. Roman groaned.

“Ro, I need to study, I’m sorry.”

“Patton, be serious with me,” Roman said, crossing his arms. “You really think you are fit to study right now? You look like you’ll drop if the wind blows too hard.”

“But—”

“C’mon, darling,” He cupped Patton’s cheek, looking directly into his red-rimmed eyes. “You know better than to overwork yourself. I thought we’d skipped the workaholic college student phase when you were an undergrad.”

“That’s the thing, Ro,” Patton huffed, sounding terribly small. He dug his nails into the comforter, leaning away from Roman's hand. “I'm not an undergrad anymore. I can't coast by. If I want to be a vet, I can't just-”

He clicked his mouth shut, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Hey,” Roman reached out again, but he only curled up further. He paused. Pinpricks of tears formed in the corner of Patton’s eyes and he looked so, so tired. It just about killed Roman to see him so upset. “C’mon, what’s going on?”

“I failed the last test,” Patton muttered, hiding his face in the crook of his arms. “If I don’t do well on this one, there won’t be extra credit that’ll save my grade. I can’t fail this class I can’t—”

“Oh, darling,” Roman crooned, as he gently wrapped the other into a hug. “It’s okay.”

Patton sniffled into Roman's shoulder.

“You’ve never “coasted by”. Don’t punish yourself for struggling,” Roman said, tracing circles onto his back. “Some classes can be tough, that’s okay. No shame in needing to put more effort into learning a subject, you just need to remember you can work hard and still take care of yourself.”

“…What if I’m just not cut out for this?” Patton whispered.

“What? Darling, look at me,” Roman pulled away, then took Patton’s hands with his own. “You’re one of the smartest, most compassionate people I know. I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be a great veterinarian.” He smiled. “Nay, the greatest!”

Patton huffed a laugh and leaned into Roman’s shoulder.

Roman pressed a small kiss into his hair. “You’ll get through this, I know it. There can’t be a victory without some challenge after all,” he said, “But you better not overwork yourself again, mister, or I swear I’ll bully you into some self-care.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Sneaking a hand around his back, Roman pulled Patton down abruptly and flopped him onto the bed, drawing a fit of giggles from him.

“Don’t test me,” he smirked.

Patton let out an airy laugh. “Alright, alright.”

They fell into silence as Roman picked up a pillow from the foot of the bed and lay down. Patton had taken to fidgeting with the sleeves of his blue jumper, quiet as he unraveled a bit of loose thread.

“Vet school is really something,” he finally said.

“Not like you expected?”

“I don't know,” Patton admitted. “I just feel… out of place? Everyone here seems so well-adjusted and driven, but I still feel like I’m bumbling.”

“Is there such a thing as well-adjusted university students?” Roman snorted. “This is a new thing for you, dear, only natural you’ll need some time to get used to it.”

“As long as it doesn’t take too long,” sighed Patton.

“You’re doing great, Pat, trust me,” Roman reached over to ruffle his hair, grinning when Patton pouted adorably and batted his hand away.

“You’re too cute, I’m sorry,” Roman said, stifling a chuckle. Patton crossed his arms. “You know I love you, right?”

Instantly, Patton’s face softened — a pretty blush tinted his cheeks and he smiled bashfully. “I love you too, honey.”

“Man, if I knew I could persuade by flirting I'd have done it much earlier.” Roman teased, raising his hands when he saw the look he got in response. “Okay, okay, I give. So, how about that nap?”

Patton opened his mouth to respond but cut himself with a wide yawn before he could.

“Yeah, I think that’s answer enough.”

Wrapping his arms around Patton's waist, Roman pulled the covers over them and, after whispering goodnight, planted a kiss on his hair. For someone who’d claimed he could go right back to studying with no problem, Patton fell asleep rather quickly — five minutes barely passed and he was already snoring softly. Roman shook his head in amusement. Poor thing sure was exhausted. He snaked his hand around to grab his phone and snapped a photo to send to Virgil.

Mission accomplished.

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A/N: this takes place about 1-2 years after they met in milkshakes and checkered diners - Patton is in his 1st year of the Veterinary Medicine program, while Roman has been out of college for a year-ish and working on that particular community theater since his senior year of collegeyes he's freaking out about never making it one year into his career 😆 he's a bit of a drama queen but we love him

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #royality #royalityweek2023

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parkerthewaterbender · 2 years

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Sanders sides ships as childhood memories, Parker edition

I’ve seen two posts where this was done, ( @solarsparkss and @dehumanizing-daydream go check ‘em out) I decided to give it a shot bc why not? Seems fun.

Prinxiety: the times when I wouldn’t eat one of my favorite deserts out of spite and stubborness.

Logicality: me thinking that frost was snow and my mother always saying it wasn’t

Demus: pranking my aunt alongside my father and putting fake spiders and scorpions in her drawers (ik it’s weird)

Logince: trying to prove my grandmother wrong by saying that the directions left and right were switched in my native language (meaning that left was right and right was left in said native language)

Moxiety: making D.I.Y. Christmas ornaments and a Christmas tree made out of sticks with my mother because my cat was a menace and tore down the last xmas tree we had

Royality: making weird scenarios in my head like dreaming of being a mermaid AND a pony at the same time

Analogical: watching bats fly in the summer sky, featuring my mom and thinking of cool stuff

Rociet: my grandmother saying, “You are really special, you know that?” and me responding with “Well, if everyone said it too, I guess there’s some truth to that” with a cocky smile.

Lociet: my parents always knowing when I was lying because when I lie I smile, so much I couldn’t hide anything

Anxciet: Getting scared of a storm because a thunderbolt was too close and my grandpa laughing at my attempt at getting closer to the storm

Mociet: Pranking my mother by saying that a pigeon flew in the bathroom and took a shit, even though that wasn’t shit it was shaving cream I accidentaly dropped.

Intrulogical: saying that the bathroom floor of one of my mother’s friends was so ugly that my mom wouldn’t accept that

LAMP: McDonalds birthday parties. that’s it

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christelightlavo · 2 years

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What your favorite sander sides ship says about you.

Loceit :- you think the concept "opposites attract" is highly overrated.

Moceit :- your ideal relationship dynamic is romeo and Juliet

Demus :- you ideal relationship dynamic is two bro's chilling in the hot tub four feet apart because they are gay.

Roceit :- your ideal relationship dynamic is hero x villain.

Anxceit :- when you were younger, you parent told you If someone is being mean to you they like you and you never let go of that.

Logicality :- you think the concept "opposite attract" is underrated.

Intrulogical :- some people want to fuck monster's, other want to fuck their teacher. You said "why don't they fuck each other?"

Logince :- you are genuinely angry with the lack of male tsundere's

Analogical :- you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of comfort zones.

Moduke :- you want to fuck dad's

Royality :- your ideal relationship dynamic is prince x knight. Or just sitcom.

Moxiety :- you don't want to fuck dad's but you definitely want to fuck father figures.

Dukexiety :- you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of bullying.

Prinxiety :- your ideal relationship dynamic is a bickering married couple.

#sanders sides #what your favorite ship says about you

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tss-storytime-summaries · 1 year

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Expected Rating: Teen / Possibly Mature

Warnings: violence (mentioned), death (mentioned), child abuse (discussed/mentioned), child neglect, swearing, possible homophobia, blackmailing, loss of a parent

Characters: Logan, Patton, Remus, Roman, Janus, Emile, Ocs possibly: Virgil, Remy, Thomas

Romantic Relationships: potential romantic loceit. veeery low chance for romantic moxiety

Summary: Janus life comes to a screeching halt when he suddenly finds himself the owner of half of his childhood house after the death of his only sibling. A place he never thought he would see again. Not after the fateful fight with his parents.

With unpleasant memories swirling in the air Janus was more than happy to hand the keys over to the first reasonable buyer. But his life stopped falling into place since his sister death and far too soon Janus finds himself living in the manor again, with two nephews running amok in the yard.

After months of fighting for custody, money, and whatever obstacles the kids biological father decided to throw Janus' way, the man believes there is little left in this world that could throw him and his kids off balance anymore.

That is until the twins introduced him to an imaginary friend who turned out to be a little more real than Janus had assumed.

#tss storytime 2023 #tss storytime summaries

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theeverythingfanofeverything · 1 year

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It is confirmed that I have 3 parents

I am a weird combination of moxiety and intruality. Yey remus is also my father :3

#thatsthat24 #thomas sanders #ts fanart #sanders sides #ts patton #ts virgil #ts remus #fanart #everythingfan famILY #>:3333

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 9 months

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On Death’s Doorstep (pt 31/?)

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Word count: 1780

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Anxceit, familial Moxiety

Warnings: sickfic, imprisonment

~~~START~~~

By the time Virgil was laying down to sleep he was physically and emotionally exhausted. He would be sleeping on the couch because when all was said and done, the best place for Remy to stay was with Virgil — which was mildly inconvenient considering Virgil only had the one bed in the apartment that wasn’t really his but was basically his.

Patton was sleeping in the spare room in Roman’s apartment like he usually did when they had sleepovers. It wouldn’t work very well in the long-term, but neither would Virgil sleeping on a couch.

Nothing about the last year had been thought through with the long-term in mind, it was all about making it to tomorrow.

He would need to start thinking about the long-term soon though. Patton needed to go to school and socialize with other kids. Virgil needed to get out of this building before it drove him crazy. Remy needed her life back, she needed to graduate from high school, go to college if she wanted to, see her mom again. Barbra–

There were too many people stuck in this building, and no amount of sub basements could make it feel any less claustrophobic.

But for now, Virgil was tired, he needed to sleep.

~~~

It was dark when he was startled awake, too dark to really get his bearings on anything other than the fact that he’d hit the floor. Virgil didn’t usually move much in his sleep, but he must have rolled just a little and fallen off the couch.

He should get up — he knew he shouldn’t sleep on the floor — but he was so tired. Somehow, he felt even worse than when he’d first laid down — his skin felt too tight, his brain felt like it was pushing at his skull, his throat was so sore that swallowing was agony.

He was coming down with something. He shouldn’t sleep on the floor. He especially shouldn’t sleep on the floor when he was sick.

He fell back asleep exactly where he’d fallen.

~~~

The next time he startled awake he was too disoriented to take in much other than that the lights were on and he definitely wasn’t in his own apartment anymore.

He squeezed his eyes shut against the light. A moment later there was a loud pop! and the sound of breaking glass and when he opened his eyes again the room was dark.

He staggered to his feet, but his head was spinning too badly and he stumbled. He braced himself to fall back to the floor, but instead he landed on something soft. There was a TV on across the room, casting shifting lights over Virgil and his new surroundings.

“Virge?” A voice asked, Virgil tried to turn towards the voice, but ended up burying his face in the couch instead. “Are you okay? You’re not dying are you cuz J-anus would be super pissed, and Patton would be sad, and–”

The light from the TV suddenly shot across the room and smashed a hole in the wall before plunging the apartment into darkness. Only the sounds of Remus’s movie, and his face pressed into the fabric of the couch assured Virgil that he hadn’t involuntarily teleported again.

“Logan took off the inhibitors?” Remus finally asked. Virgil groaned into the couch. “Power-sick?”

This time when Virgil teleported, he went from laying down to standing, causing him to stagger backwards and hit a wall. Instead of trying to stand again, Virgil allowed himself to slide down the wall until he was huddled on the floor.

A light was flicked on down the hall. Virgil hid his face against his knees; every piece of input grated at his brain and made his skin crawl. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t be sure when his next involuntary teleportation would be, and he couldn’t be sure where he’d end up.

He was so caught up in trying to focus his breathing and not teleport that he startled when something touched his forehead. He jerked his head up to find Janus kneeling in front of him, their head blocking most of the light that was streaming out from their bedroom.

“You’re burning up,” they told him, frowning. Somehow, Virgil suspected that they’d been talking to him for a while, but he’d only now been able to tune in to it.

Janus’s frown deepened and it occurred to Virgil that they’d probably been expecting him to say something at some point.

“Right, okay I’ll need you to work with me here,” they told him as they started to pull at Virgil’s arms.

Virgil stared at them for a second too long before it finally dawned on him that they were trying to get him to stand. Using Janus and the wall as supports, he was able to get his feet under him, but his body swayed dangerously. Janus wrapped one of Virgil’s arms over their shoulder and one of their own around his waist, then the two of them slowly shuffled towards the light.

“That’s it. You’re alright,” Janus cooed gently.

When they reached Janus’s bedroom, there was the sound of breaking glass again, but instead of the room being plunged into darkness, the lights slowly drifted down from the ceiling to the floor. If this shocked Janus, they didn't show it, they just continued to drag Virgil to the bed.

“Sorry,” Virgil muttered.

“I hated those lightbulbs anyway,” Janus shrugged. They deposited Virgil on the bed, tucking the comforter around him and placing a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Virgil grabbed their hand before they could leave. “Stay?” He whined weakly.

Janus smiled. “Anything you want, dearest.”

As soon as they were settled in the bed, Virgil curled around them, and promptly fell back asleep.

~~~

It was light outside when Virgil woke up. He was lying on the couch exactly where he’d been when he went to bed the previous night.

Virgil sat up, ignoring the way the room spun uncomfortably, and considered the events of the previous night — or at least what he thought were the events of the previous night. Had he been involuntarily teleporting, or had he been having a fever dream?

Before he could really figure it out, there was a knock at the apartment door, followed by the door swinging open and Patton running in.

“Daddy!” He screeched happily, launching himself into Virgil’s arms as soon as he was close enough.

“Good morning, kiddo,” Virgil smiled weakly, grimacing slightly at how hoarse his voice was.

Patton’s face instantly fell. “Sicky?” He asked, placing his small palm on Virgil’s forehead like Virgil would do when Patton was sick.

“Just a little, buddy, nothing you need to worry about.”

That did not seem to reassure the five-year-old, if anything, his frown got deeper. “Daddy sicky,” he said to someone behind Virgil.

Virgil turned to find Roman hovering in the doorway.

“I’m fine, Roman,” he croaked, apparently unconvincingly because Roman just shook his head.

“Hey Pat, you wanna help me make breakfast so your daddy can rest some more?”

Patton frowned and stared at Virgil’s face intently. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he must have found it because a moment later Patton was nodding and toddling off to the kitchen behind Roman.

Virgil must have fallen asleep again because the next thing he knew, Patton was tapping on his face to wake him up, and he was now lying on the dining room table.

“Um, me and uncle Roman made eggs,” Patton informed him as he sat up. The room started spinning once he was vertical, but Patton climbed into his lap soon after, so he fought through the waves of vertigo and disorientation to stay sitting up. Eggs didn’t sound particularly appetizing, but neither did anything else, so Virgil picked up the bowl and made a valiant effort to eat a little bit.

Roman was eating their own breakfast standing at the kitchen counter and resolutely ignoring the glare Remy was leveling him with. She must have gotten up while Virgil was out; she had her own plate of eggs, which she was consuming in the farthest corner of the living room. Remy did spare a moment to shoot Virgil something that resembled a smile before going back to glaring at the supervillain.

After about five bites, Virgil had to concede defeat. He put the bowl down and rested his forehead against Patton’s tangle of curls.

“‘S dark, daddy,” Patton said after about a minute of that.

Virgil lifted his head to find that light had stopped filtering in through the window. It was still light outside, and you could see that through the window, but the ambient light was no longer illuminating the room.

“Sorry,” Virgil muttered. He tried to undo it — it would have been so easy to undo if he were in control of his powers.

But as it was, he was not in control of his powers, and all he managed to do was allow a concentrated beam of light to shoot in and singe the wall just left of Roman’s head.

Roman let out a high-pitched yelp, which caused Remy to snort in amusement.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Virgil sighed, somehow even more exhausted than he’d been a second ago. “It’s just gonna have to be dark for a while. Maybe Roman can take you to the roof after breakfast, it won’t be dark up there.”

“Yes!” Patton cheered through a mouthful of eggs.

“What’s on the roof?” Remy asked, Virgil couldn’t really see her anymore, but it didn’t sound like she’d moved from the living room.

“A playground, mostly,” Roman answered. “And you are more than welcome to come with us.”

“I don’t know,” Remy said, skeptically.

“Please?” Patton asked. He was surely employing his puppy-dog eyes, but Virgil highly doubted Remy could see them.

Still though, Remy was quiet for a moment before sighing. “Sure, kid.”

“Yay!”

Light started slowly breaking through whatever barrier Virgil’s powers had created, and Virgil could just barely make out the concerned look on Roman’s face.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” They asked him as Patton wriggled out of his grip to take his bowl to the kitchen.

“Nah,” Virgil said. “I think I’ll just take a nap.”

“On the table?”

“I probably won’t even be on the table in five minutes,” Virgil shrugged.

“Fair enough,” Roman chuckled. “Call me if you need anything, tho–”

Virgil blinked as he suddenly found himself seated on a couch in what looked like it might be Roman’s apartment.

Sure, Virgil thought to himself as he curled on his side. Might as well.

~~~END~~~

One more chapter in this section 🥰, I think I’ll start posting section 3 on ao3 within the week and just trust that I’ll finish chapter 32 within 11 weeks

Anyway, anyone else completely feral over Good Omens 2? 👿😇🥰

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#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #anxceit #familial moxiety #parental moxiety #on death’s doorstep #superhero au #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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dillydallydove · 3 years

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Behold. Parental Moxiety. But reversed.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #parental moxiety #platonic moxiety #tss art

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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How Come He Gets Two Dads?

Prompt: Just binged like ALL your Sanders Sides content and WOW. Could you maybe possibly write Parental moceit to Virgil? I remember laughing so hard at the mention of them in another work, and wow, I did not realize how badly that dynamic was needed. You can totally say no! Happy new year and may 2021 be a more manageable year for you!!

Thanks for the request! Now with a nifty part 2! And part 3!

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none, save for the sympathetci dark bois

Pairings: implied moceit, rest is platonic

Word Count: 3682

Virgil somehow got two dads and no one's really sure how it happened.

So no one really knows how this happened? Not really?

Look, alright, here’s what people do know.

They know that before the Sides were separated, when the Mindscape was more a blob of colors and shapes and ideas and things, there were little purple spaces that stuck close together. There were little purple things that did not like the loud noises and bright colors of Outside and huddled for warmth in the corners. There were little red and green and blue things that would explore and dart around and thrill in the Outside. There were other colors that the purple thing could not name but they would be there.

There would be a little yellow in the corners too.

They know that when the Sides did get separated, when the bright red and the light blue and the dark blue went one way, the purple did not go. Instead, the purple stuck close to the yellow and curled up in the dark, where it was safe.

They know that when they started to get their shapes for the first time, the purple got its shape just before the yellow did. The purple was small, skittery, many legs to run with and many eyes to see with. The yellow became long, flexible, with great reach and powerful muscle. The yellow would curl about the purple and they would be safe down here, in the dark.

They know that when Virgil blinked his eyes open for the first time, there was a gloved hand on his face, gently asking him if he could see.

They know that when the spider would skitter upwards and find somewhere high, high up, out of reach, away from everyone else, only the snake knew where to look to coax him back down.

They know that when Virgil was summoned for the first time, he snapped onto the staircase and they have no choice but to see what he has to say.

They know that as he stuck around, as he started to appear more and more often, the light blue side with glasses started to…pay attention.

They know that he is afraid, all the time, of things they can’t see or hope to stop, and the last thing he needs is to have to guess and guess and guess. So when the light blue side never said something he didn’t mean, well…he let himself hope.

They know that when he said his name for the first time, it was awful and terrifying and the worst decision he’d ever made…until it wasn’t.

They know he’s here to stay now.

So that’s roughly what happened, yeah? Great. Cool.

Here’s what Virgil knows.

He knows Janus was the first Dark Side—thanks, Princey, great name—to actually get control of his form. Remus and Virgil might’ve been formed earlier, but Janus got himself around this whole having-a-human-shape thing quick. He remembers blinking open human eyes for the first time and flailing with limbs he didn’t understand how to control and having gloved hands soothe him, a soft voice in the darkness, gleaming yellow scales.

“Shh, shh,” the voice hisses softly, “you’re alright. Take a minute, it’s going to take some getting used to.”

“What—what happened to me?”

“You’ve gotten a shape,” the voice says, a gloved hand stroking down this new shoulder, “that’s all.”

“But I—I had a shape and it was fine and why’d they have to change it I don’t like it—“

“Shh,” the voice hisses again, another gloved hand wrapping around his new waist—he’s bigger now, why is he bigger? Now he can’t hide as easily— “take a breath.”

He gasps for air, not knowing how these lungs work, how much air this new shape needs. The gloved hands don’t leave him, just holding him gently. The voice has a shape too, is it like his new one?

The figure comes closer and—

“Why—why do you have more?”

“More what?” The figure raises its other hands. “More of these?”

“Y-yeah.”

The figure chuckles. “I don’t know. Perhaps this is my shape.”

“You—you don’t know?” Does that mean this might not be his shape? Is it going to keep changing? It is ever going to stop changing?

“Shh, shh,” the figure says as he begins to spiral, reaching to curl the other arms around him. “Shh, it’s alright. Just focus on me, alright?”

He squeezes his eyes shut and burrows into the figure, focusing on the hands—they’re still hands, right?—on his shape, holding him tight to this new shape, curling up small, small, can this shape still be small?

He can still be small. Here, if he curls up tight enough, the figure’s shape has enough to wrap around him completely.

He knows that he never completely stopped wanting to be small. He knows that Janus knows that too. When they were younger, they would curl around each other in the dark, Janus whispering something quietly to help Virgil breathe through the panic. He knows that when he finally got used to his body, the first thing he did was try and return the favor.

“You don’t need to do that, honey,” Janus murmurs, wrapping his arms around Virgil too, “I’ve got other things that you can help me with.”

“But that’s not fair!” Virgil wraps his arms tightly around Janus and plants his chin on his chest. “You help me, and you said that we have to be nice to the people who are nice to us.”

“That’s right, but that means helping them in the ways they need help.” Janus smiles and tucks Virgil a little closer to his chest. “You need help in that way, and I need help in other ways. But yes, you can cuddle me if you want to.”

Virgil had huffed and refused to move for a while. Janus had told him at a later point that he struggles with keeping warm. And then what was Virgil supposed to do, not hug him? Fat chance.

He knows that when he was summoned for the first time, he clung to gloved hands as hard as he could, not wanting to go, they wouldn’t like him, he doesn’t know how to live in the light, he doesn’t—he doesn’t want—

He snapped into the light and blinked awake, up at different people. He knows them. They don’t like him.

Then they…did?

He knows they didn’t like Janus. They didn’t like Janus because they didn’t know what was going on when they weren’t forcing him into their neat little boxes.

And he…

Janus doesn’t really hold grudges, not like…not like that. But he knows that when he looked at Janus and told him he wasn’t so sure they were friends, he knows that hurt.

He spent hours in his room that night, spiraling into whirlpool after whirlpool, thinking he should go apologize, he should say something, he should—he should—

He abandoned Janus. He abandoned Remus. He—

He’d replaced them.

Because now there was Patton.

Patton was soft in a different way than Janus was. Janus was an enigma that had no trouble cutting anyone down to size with a well-placed quip, someone who was never caught unawares. So having him change, let that go, gentle enough to be soft with Virgil was…heady.

Patton is soft with everybody. And maybe that means that it should feel less special, or that it shouldn’t be that meaningful, but it isn’t. Patton welcomed Virgil in without a second thought and it was…nice.

It was nice to shuffle a little awkwardly and have Patton instantly know what to do. It was nice to…learn how to ask for what he wanted and know that Patton would respect it. It was nice to be…rewarded for working to be better with the others.

Then the whole…wedding thing happened.

Virgil wasn’t there. Not for the really bad parts. He was there for the courtroom fiasco, he was there for Remus coming back—that was something he didn’t really count on, but hey, isn’t that Remus’s MO?—but he wasn’t there for the wedding.

It was…bad.

He remembers coming back and seeing the Mindscape in chaos. And what made it so much worse is that there was no chaos.

Patton was alone outside his room.

Roman never left his.

Logan was cold.

Janus was…here.

And Remus was far too entertained by everyone realizing that there wasn’t much to be gained from sticking to black and white to care about helping fix it.

See? Chaos.

In fact, the only people who seemed to be on okay terms with each other were Janus and Patton, which was…fine, but still weird.

Virgil didn’t want to come out of his room for a long time after he realized that.

No one did much of anything for a while. Not just because there was a pandemic going on. But no one wanted to be the one to start offering olive branches. Well, except for Patton. But no one other than Janus was really ready to start accepting them yet either. They were stuck.

Virgil and Remus stuck together now. Remus would conjure up something in the Imagination and Virgil would wait for Remus to get back and barge into his room to annoy him. And it was surprisingly not that annoying.

“Well,” Remus declares, flicking something that Virgil doesn’t even want to try and name off his shoulder, “the others aren’t any fun to annoy.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Oh please, Patton’s gonna try too hard to listen to me and not hear a word I’m saying. Logan’s locked his door and even I know better than to try and get it there. Annoying Roman is no fun if he’s already upset. And Janny’s used to me.”

Virgil sighs. “They really are fucked, aren’t they?”

Remus shrugs. “You blame them?”

“No. Not really.”

“So what’re you gonna do?”

Well, there’s not much Virgil can do, except plonk himself on the couch with his headphones and scroll. Sure enough, Patton emerges first.

“V-Virgil?”

Virgil raises an eyebrow and looks down at himself. “Pretty sure, yeah.”

“What—you’re…here.”

“Uh-huh. You doin’ alright, Pat?”

“Um—“ Patton shakes himself, he really doesn’t look good— “yeah, Virgil, I’m…I’m doing okay.”

“Uh-huh.” Virgil just looks back at his phone. “Good talk.”

“Good…good talk.”

It takes a few more minutes for Janus to appear. He’s got this thing where he just…strides out of the shadows and Virgil’s gotta take a second to convince his brain that he wasn’t just standing there the whole time. He’s really good at that. Uh-huh. Definitely.

Well, if Janus wasn’t here before, he sure as hell would be now.

Janus opens his mouth, looking at Patton, only to stop halfway and turn, eyes widening when he sees Virgil. Virgil looks up and gives him a lazy salute.

“Hey.”

“…hello,” Janus says, tilting his head, “I certainly expected to see you here.”

“That’s my schtick, showing up where I’m not wanted.”

“That’s not true!”

“I didn’t say that.”

Virgil smirks when Janus and Patton say the exact same thing, watching them glance at each other. Ah. So it’s this dynamic. Great. Whenever Princey’s feeling better, he’s gonna have a fucking field day.

Speaking of which...that might be a good idea.

“Since you’re here,” Janus says, snapping him back, “I suppose that you aren’t interested in figuring out what happened.”

In the kitchen, Patton’s clattering slows.

“Nah, not really,” Virgil sighs, “I can guess.”

“You can…guess?”

“You do realize no one’s done like…anything for a while, right?” He jerks his chin toward the floor. “Except for Remus. He’s still working on…whatever he’s working on.”

He can see the instant Janus’s expression goes from guarded to fondly exasperated. “He has remembered to turn off the chainsaw when he’s not using it, hasn’t he?”

“Listen, if you wanna go be the one to check that, you be my guest.”

“After all this time surely it’s your turn.”

“Nah.”

“Virgil,” Patton calls from the kitchen, “is it your turn?”

“No.”

Janus just raises an eyebrow.

“Fine,” Virgil huffs, getting up off the couch, “but I’m not cleaning it.”

Janus tilts his head.

“What?”

“Virgil…” Comes Patton from the kitchen.

“Oh my god fine.”

Virgil sinks out and only realizes after he’s seen that Remus has, in fact, remember to turn off the chainsaw that, uh…what the fuck just happened?

He doesn’t manage to keep that part to himself.

“Ooh, tell me tell me tell me!” Remus hops up onto a crate and crosses his legs, his head on his hands. “Was it gross?”

“...no?”

“Slimy?”

“How is something slimy and not automatically gross?”

“I don’t think it is but you lot do.”

“Okay—no, first off, but also no it wasn’t slimy.”

“Furry?”

“The something was not a creature, Remus.” Remus pouts. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Don’t summon Janny down here.”

“Okay, okay, fine, it’s just…” Virgil takes a deep breath and scrubs his hands over his face. “I think I just got parented by Patton and Janus.”

“Wait, wait, what?” Remus bounds to his feet. “They don’t agree on anything.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“But they—huh. Okay, we gotta look into this.”

“What do you mean we?”

“Well, you said they parented you.”

“Okay, and?”

“So get them to do it again!”

“Rem—“ Virgil sighs. “This is not like some voluntary thing. I don’t know what happened or why they just decided to—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, excuses, excuses.”

“I’m not making excuses!”

Remus waves a hand. “Semantics. So they’re gonna co-parent you, huh?”

“What?”

“Well, aren’t they?”

Hello yes, can everyone just press the ‘pause’ button for one goddamn second, please? Because Virgil has no idea what’s going on and he would very much like to figure that out.

“I’m so confused right now.”

Remus chuckles. “Nah. You’re gonna do great.”

“Do? Do what?”

Remus grins. “We’re gonna see if this is true.”

“What the—you could just ask them, you know.”

Remus crosses his arms. “What do you think is gonna happen if I do that?”

Well, Patton’s either going to feel like he needs to pull back and let Janus do it, or he’s gonna squee and smother Virgil. Janus will either leave again—which is never allowed to happen again—or Virgil won’t hear the end of this until…ever.

“Yeah,” he sighs, “that’s fair.”

“Come on!”

“Rem—!”

Virgil doesn’t even have time to finish his word before Remus is grabbing him and sinking them both out. They appear back in the living room as Virgil drops right back to the couch because damnit he just wanted to sit here on his phone.

“Remus,” he hears Janus say, “what a pleasant surprise.”

“I know, isn’t it?”

“Did you turn the chainsaw off?”

“Dunno.”

Janus just sighs and looks at Virgil. Virgil shrugs. Janus raises an eyebrow.

“Virgil,” Patton calls—because of course now they’re just going to be doing this all the time—“did he?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.”

Remus, meanwhile, is having the absolute time of his life.

“Shut up, Remus,” Virgil mutters, “leave me alone.”

“Can do!” Remus just grabs Janus’s hat and runs to the kitchen, conveniently forgetting that Janus can just…stretch and get it back. “Hey!”

“Oh come on, I taught you that trick.”

Remus blows a raspberry and joins Patton. Janus shakes his head fondly and sits on the couch next to Virgil. Virgil glances over, noticing the way Janus’s hands twitch. He shuffles close enough to lay his head on Janus’s shoulder.

Janus stiffens.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Janus’s head turn slowly, almost as if he doesn’t believe that this is happening. Virgil doesn’t pull away. After a few moments, he relaxes carefully.

“…Virgil?”

“Yeah.”

“You…”

Virgil looks up at him. Janus stares back. He doesn’t…wow, okay, something happened. And maybe yeah, Virgil should’ve asked more questions but that can wait. For now, they can just…sit.

“Virgil, when was the last time you ate something?”

“Dunno,” Virgil says, raising his voice so Patton can hear him.

“You should eat something,” Janus says quietly.

“I’m fine.”

“So,” Patton calls cheerfully, “sandwich?”

“I’m—“ Janus pokes his knee and Virgil yelps—“sure!”

“Coming right up!”

“Mean,” Virgil grumbles as Janus chuckles.

“You need to eat, honey.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil grumbles, “fine.”

He glances up and notices Logan.

Logan’s on the stairs, his hand still on the banister. He looks…well, he looks like Logan. Pressed and polished without a hair out of place. He—well, Virgil doesn’t know what he was actually coming down for. What he does know is that Logan saw and heard all of that and is now giving him the ‘excuse-me-what-the-fuck’ look.

Virgil sends back the ‘you-think-I-know?’

‘It-happened-to-you!’

‘So?’

“Whenever you two are finished having an entire conversation in facial expressions,” Janus says wryly, making Virgil jump, “Logan, I’m sure the staircase is comfortable.”

“It is, actually,” Logan says as he walks down, “I can see why Virgil prefers it.”

“Told you.”

Logan takes a seat and pulls out a notebook. He begins to work on…something, politely answering that yes, he ate a little over half an hour ago, he doesn’t need anything, and generally being…Logan.

Great. This is good. This is fine.

Janus nudges him to go eat. Patton doesn’t let him leave the kitchen until he’s at least eaten half of it. He sees Remus plop down next to Logan and Logan rolls his eyes, only for Remus to start muttering something and they vanish. Okay…cool.

No sooner has he finished his sandwich that he gets a tug in his chest.

Logan has his notebook fully out and is scribbling something furiously. Remus is back on the crate, swinging his legs back and forth.

“Ah, Virgil. Good, you’re here.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“I recruited Logan,” Remus announces gleefully, “it’s gonna be fun!”

Virgil pinches the bridge of his nose. “With what?”

“How long has this been happening,” Logan asks, adjusting his glasses, “and do you know if it’s just you?”

“It’s been like…an hour tops? And I dunno, it like just—happened, okay? Why is this such a big deal? Why are we doing this?”

Remus cocks his head with a manic grin. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom!”

“You’ve watched that episode way too many times.”

“Well, when they come out with a second one, I’ll watch that!” Remus cackles as Virgil sighs again. “Also have you noticed how much Sir Pentious looks like Janny?”

“It’s just ‘cause he’s a snake that you think of that.”

“He’s that much of a dork.”

“So who does that make us, the eggs?”

Remus grins and before Virgil can blink, his morning star is in his hand. “Want to see if we splatter the same way?”

“I’m fully good, dude.”

“Alright,” Logan says, completely ignoring the rest of their insane banter, looking up, “so, we think that both Janus and Patton will continue to behave paternally towards Virgil, correct?”

“Looks like it.”

“Fascinating.”

“Why? Why is this fascinating?”

“Don’t look at us,” Remus says, “you’re the one that sank into my room and then had a crisis.”

“It’s just—look, everything’s been shit since the wedding—“ Logan winces and Virgil looks at him apologetically (he gets the ‘I-am-alright-it’s-not-your-fault’ for that)— “and this is the first non-dramatic shit thing that’s happened since that.”

“That is correct.”

“And it’s cute.”

“That is also correct.”

“What—“ Virgil splutters— “no, it’s not!”

Logan’s mouth doesn’t quite turn up at that but it’s close enough. “It is, in fact.”

“Leave me alone.”

“We’re gonna do no such thing,” Remus announces gleefully, “so!”

They don’t. They don’t say a whole lot about it in front of them, but there’s only so many times that Virgil can sit on this and not have them notice. Especially since the two Sides that happen to be doing this whole stupid co-parent thing are also the most perceptive ones. That know Virgil really well.

Fuck.

It’s a while of soft words and worried looks and reminders to eat and talk and be an adult and hugs that should not be that warm and Logan and Remus having the time of their goddamn lives while Virgil just…

Okay, he’s not suffering, but you try being co-parented by these two, okay?

Virgil’s cheeks have never been redder and his teeth have never hurt more.

“Do you actually experience physical discomfort in your mouth?”

“It’s an expression, L.”

“You are saying that they’re being sweet to you and you’re not used to it.”

“Yes, okay?”

“…cute.”

“Leave me alone, L.”

As it turns out, Roman’s the one who puts the words to it first.

Roman’s not been having a good time. They all know it. They all need to talk about it and uh, they all probably owe Roman one hell of an apology. But they’re not there yet. Roman has to tell them when he’s ready to let them try. That doesn’t mean they don’t see Roman, he’ll come down for food or companionable silence.

They’re at dinner one time. Virgil’s getting scolded about not taking better care of himself—fair enough—and being made to eat. Roman doesn’t say anything until Virgil’s finished and Patton’s cleaning up. Then he looks back and forth between the three of them.

He turns to Logan and Remus.

“So were you two going to tell me that Virgil has two dads now or no?”

Virgil’s forehead has a very pleasant time acquainting itself with the table.

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6.- Cozy

Pairings: Parental moxiety.

Summary: It had been a long night of trick or treating, and Virgil’s son was quite tired.

AN: Virgil is trans and a single teen dad bc I say so. No angst though, he lives with his parents and they support him. Also if everything goes well I should post two stories today.

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Virgil opened the door of their house and let Patton run inside excitedly. He chuckled at his son’s actions and closed the door behind them.

“Come on! Come on!” Patton giggled as he ran to the kitchen.

“I’m coming Patt.”

Patton climbed up a chair and dumped all the candy on his basket into the kitchen’s isle. “Look how many I got daddy!”

Virgil chuckled and sat next to him, “I swear you get better at this every year.” He let his bag down and went to grab a container for the treats. “But remember, no eating until tomorrow.”

“I knooooow.” Patton pouted, “but I promise I’ll be extra extra good if you let me have one!”

“You know what granny thinks about it. You get too hyperactive and are not able to sleep if you eat any before your bedtime.” Virgil left different containers next to the candies.

Patton hummed, “…is already past my bedtime tho”

Virgil blinked and looked at the clock. Halloween was an exception to bedtime of course, but he didn’t actually expect Patton to find a slip on his mother’s words. He looked back at his son with a half smile, “you know what? I think you’re right.”

Patton gasped and smiled widely, “I am?!”

Virgil placed a finger on his mouth as a silence sign. His parents were asleep and they weren’t supposed to wake them up. “You are, and you can have one after we put them away. Only one, and it’s gonna be our little secret okay?”

Patton nodded excitedly. He copied Virgil’s gesture “a secret,” he giggled.

“Now, you know what to do right? Chocolates, hard candy, soft candy, and the ones you don't like.” Virgil pointed to each container as he spoke. Some of them still had candy so they had to make sure to throw out the expired ones.

Patton nodded and started separating the candies with his father's help. They were done after a couple of minutes.

Patton had moved to sit on his father's lap. Virgil noticed he was quite tired already. The kid leaned against his chest and yawning through the whole categorizing process.

“We’re done!” Patton looked back at Virgil, “can I have one candy now?”

Virgil nodded, “you can. You won’t get more until tomorrow so choose wisely.” He booped the kid’s nose.

Paton giggled and looked at the containers. He reached into the cocolates one and took out a chocolate covered marshmallow. He unwrapped it and started eating it.

Virgil stroked his son’s hair, “great choice buddy.” He kissed his head and took another marshmallow out for himself, “let’s go to our room, and we can watch a movie before sleeping.” He picked Patton up.

The kid rested his head against Virgil’s shoulder and nodded, “can we watch the Alvin Halloween?”

“Of course we can.” A movie was the best way to keep Patton entretained, Virgil could clean the face paint of his costume off and help him get into hos pjs. He turned off the lights on the kitchen and walked downstairs.

Their room was originally a basement where they used to keep old stuff, they moved all of that to Virgil’s old room once Patton was born so they could have the extra space. They were already making plans for when Patton wanted to have his own room, but Virgil hoped it took him a lon long time to decide that.

Virgil set Patton down on the bed and went to put the dvd on. Once the movie was running, he sat down next to Patton with some makeup wipes and started cleaning his face. “You were the cutest werewolf today,” Virgil kissed his cheek once it was clean.

Nor him or his parents were that good with costumes and make up, but Patton was really getting into it so he did the best he could. Of course there were kids who had way more elaborated costumes, and it was most likely the parental instinct kicking in, but Patton would always be the cutest kid.

Virgil helped Patton get changed as the movie went on. They moved from the end of the bed to lay down under the covers. Virgil was holding a half asleep Patton, who was fighting to stay awake to finish the movie, and stroked his hair.

Patton didn’t get to finish the movie, and Virgil knew he would be upset about it in the morning. But he just loved the feeling of his kid cuddled next to him. Virgil turned the tv and lights off, he kissed Patton’s forehead. “Goodnight buddy.”

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