#platonic creativitwins

[lily-janus]

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Au: mindscape

Pairing (/p): creativitwins

"You've never hurt me. Never."

The Play

Summary: Roman asks for Remus' help... don't worry, it goes better than you think.

Pairing: platonic creativitwins

Warnings: Remus being Remus, sexual innuendos, lots of cursing, angst, yelling, blood mention, self degrading, weapon mention, very brief non-descriptive violence. Lemme know if I missed any.

Word count: 2,125

Thank you for the request! First time trying this kind of premise so hope it turned out okay! Enjoy!

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C'mon… it's no big deal! Just walk inside dammit! You do it all the time to all the sides' rooms! Just burst in without a care in the world like always!

…so what if you didn't didn't talk one on one since forever? It's no biggie, right? You don't care about anything, especially not others' opinions! And especially not his-

"Remus?"

Remus jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and turned to look as his favorite snake.

Janus looked at the door Remus had been staring at for who-knows-how-long, then at Remus, and frowned.

"Something I should know?" He asked, probing, but gently probing, as always seeming to pick up on Remus' hesitation.

Remus forced a grin and shook his head. "Nope! All good here!" 

He wasn't buying it, he knew he wouldn't, but it's not like he's going to talk about it here and now either.

Janus sighed. "If you say so, you know where to find me if it's not." And with a gentle brush on Remus' shoulder, he continued on his way.

And dammit the stupid snake always knew what to say didn't he? Whatever happens in there… he's got good ol' Janny.

He took one deep breath and swung open the door with as much flourish as he could master!

"I'm hereee!" He sang as he entered the room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

"Geez u scared the living shakespeer out of me, Remus!" Roman startled, putting a hand on his heart.

Remus cackled. "Awesome!"

Roman breathed out a sigh. "I'm regretting this already…" he grumbled.

"Too late! You made the mistake of inviting me!" Remus grinned, pretending Roman's comment didn't sting… because it didn't of course.

"I did… to be honest I didn't think you'd come…" Roman confessed.

"Aww how can I refuse an invite from my dearest brother?" Remus teased.

Roman huffed. "An invite for 5 hours ago, and you don't have a great record of listening to… well, anything."

Remus shrugged. "Welp! I came whether you like it or not… Why did you invite me, by the way?" The question sounded way more hesitant than Remus intended.

Roman bit his lip. "Well I… I just wanted to ask you um…" he took a deep breath. "I need your help with a project okay?" He finally said.

Remus blinked. "My help? Like… me specifically?"

Roman nodded.

"What? You're writing smut or something? I can for sure help with that!" Remus offered with a mischievous grin.

Roman blushed furiously. "No!" He squeaked. "Not that geez um… how do I explain this…" he muttered to himself.

"You see, I wrote a play and it turned out… fine I guess, but it still felt like it's missing something, so naturally I asked the others for feedback… they tried their best, bless them, but they're not artists… they don't get it you know? What I'm saying is… you're kind of my only hope right now." He explained.

"Oh! You need my creative wisdom! Well why didn't you just say so? Let me see your sappy play then!" Remus reached out his hands to take it.

"I didn't say it was sappy!" Roman protested but handed over the play anyway.

"You didn't need to, Ro-Ro, you wrote it." Remus cackled at Roman's pout before turning his attention to the pages in his hands.

Silence followed as Remus read, Roman looking over his shoulder anxiously to see where he was, until he finally finished and looked up.

"You're right, bro, it is missing something…" he tapped his chin, thinking.

"Right? I tried telling them but all Patton did is tell me that it's great and I should give myself more credit, all Logan did was say the 'structure' or whatever was good and fixed some grammar mistakes and Virgil said, and I quote: 'not really an expert on plays but I think it's pretty good'. Which is sweet of them but again, not really helping." Roman sputtered in frustration, putting his face in his hands.

"This needs to be ready tomorrow and I just… I don't know what to do! I can't give it to Thomas when it's like this!" Roman threw his hands in the air theatricaly, looking at Remus pleadingly.

"Calm your tits bro, fuck, your play's fine, just needs some little twicks and it's perfect." Remus rolled his eyes, handing it back to Roman.

"You… you think so?" Roman took it hesitantly.

"Tell you what, let's just try and act it out and see if we get ideas on what to add." Remus suggested.

Roman gave him a funny look.

"What's with the face?" Remus questioned, refusing the urge to blush at the attention.

"That's… that's a great idea, Remus…" Roman said in disbelief.

Remus grinned, shimmying his shoulders. "All my ideas are, bro-Ro!"

Roman huffed a laugh. "We must have different memories then."

Remus waved his hand dismissively. "Eh, you're just boring as fuck sometimes…" he paused. "Though fucking is much more exciting." He cackled, volume increasing when Roman blushed a deep red.

"You're impossibl-"

"Impossibly sexy? I agree! Thanks for noticing!"

Roman shook his head with a tiny hint of a smile. "So are we doing this or what? Or are you stalling because you know I'm a better actor than you?" He teased with a proud smile that's just a shy away from Janus' signature smirk

Remus barked a laugh at that. "You wish." He snapped to conjure another copy of the play for him, looking at Roman, challenging.

Smiling, Roman cleared his throat, holding the script in front of him, and started.

…

Roman looked away with an expression of deep hurt. "I… I'm sorry brother, I failed you.." he said brokenly.

Remus tutted. "Oh no, not at all. You see, you were right, all I do is hurt people… there's no hope for me." He said darkly.

Roman shook his head. "No… no, it's not true! I… I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it… please, don't do this." He begged, reaching for him.

Remus chuckled. "You see? I even hurt you-"

"No!" Roman grabbed him by his shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes… Remus would have believed it if he didn't know they were acting…

"Listen to me, you've never hurt me. Never." 

Remus suddenly forgot his lines, choking a bit as he looked away.

"...Remus?"

Fuck why does he sounds like he actually cares?

Trying desperately not to shake, Remus glanced at the pages in his hands and delivered the next line.

But Roman shook his head, taking the play from him and setting it down on a chair gently.

"You can't lie to me, I can tell you're upset."

Remus huffed. "So what if I am? Since when do you care?"

Roman's face almost made him want to take it back… almost.

"All your stupid play's missing is a death scene, there, problem solved, happy ending, cheers and all that." He said emptily.

Roman looked confused for a moment before he saw Remus snap his fingers. His eyes widened. "Remus, wait-"

Was all he heard before he appeared back in his good ol' hell of a room.

He sighed, summoning his morning star and raising it for a strike, when he heard a pop behind him and swung there instinctively.

"Wha- hey! Watch out!"

He froze. "Ro? What the fuck are you doing here? Sneaking up on me like that?"

Roman huffed, dusting his perfectly clean and not-wrinkled clothes in indignation. "I was trying to check up on you, silly."

"Well you're about 7 years late, get the fuck out, unless you wanna find out what fun surprises I have here." He grinned maliciously.

Roman crossed his arm stubbornly. "No, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong." 

"Fine! You wanna know what's wrong, Roman?" Remus snapped, waving his morning star carelessly.

"Yes, I do!" Roman shouted back.

"What's wrong is you suddenly pretending like you care how I feel when you made it very fucking clear in the past 7 years that you don't!" Remus spat.

"No… you don't understand I-"

"What's wrong, is you acting like everything's sunshine and rainbows when you know fucking well how it's not even close!" Remus cut him off.

"Remus I was try-"

"What's fucking wrong is that today is the first fucking time we hung out together in years! And it was just because you needed something from me! Did you even realize that? Or were you so caught up in your stupid fantasies and delusions that you didn't even notice?" Remus was shouting so loudly he could taste blood, but he didn't care.

"You're such a fucking pussy that you can't handle how fucking messed up the world is, you're even worse than your naive father figure! You disappear on me for years and suddenly act like you care? You're never there when I need you! Never! And you wonder what's wrong? What the fuck? You're so fucking blin-"

"I was trying to apologize!"

The room fell into a deafening silence, the only sound being the twin's heavy breathing.

Roman let out a big sigh dropping his gaze. "I… I didn't know how…" he swallowed. "I didn't know how to approach the subject… this was the best I could come up with…"

Remus blinked a few times, trying to process the words. "...what?"

"The play! Remus… the stupid play… I wrote it… about us… but with me trying to make things right… it was just a cover story so I can invite you and… apologize…" Roman explained weakly. "It was a dumb idea I know…" he added, clutching his arm tightly in shame.

The play…

"You've never hurt me. Never"...

Remus swallowed. "H-how accurate is the play?" He hated how shaky his voice was.

"As accurate as it can be." Roman shrugged, looking up to meet his eyes.

But Remus couldn't look back at him. "Why… why now?"

Roman bit his lip. "You were right… I was… I was too caught up in a fantasy to realize I abandoned you… but lately, things… happened. And they made me reflect on myself…" a sob escaped Roman's throat. "I'm such an ass Remus, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He buried his face in his hands, shaking with sobs.

Remus pinched himself, Roman was still there, he did again, nothing changed… Roman was here, apologizing for him. He's not dreaming, he's not imagining… he's here!

And yet… Remus couldn't forgive him… not yet at least.

Roman was still sobbing in front of him. "Okay, okay, c'mere you big sap." He pulled him into a rib-crushing bear hug that made him gasp for breath.

"Does… that mean you forgive me?" Roman asked hesitantly into his shoulder.

Remus cackled evilly. "Oh you sweet, naive Ro-Ro…" he shook his head, releasing him so he could see his wild grin. "You have so much to do to make it up to me."

Roman sighed but smiled anyway. "Guess I deserved that, I'll do my best, I love you, Re."

"Ew! Gross, gross gross! Get out of here before your sappy feelings stink up my room!" Remus covered his ears, shaking his head.

"But it's already stinky-"

"Out!" He snapped his fingers, banishing Roman outside.

"Rude!" He heard shouting on the other side of the door. And then he heard him walk away.

Remus shook his head, sighing in relief. "I love you too, Ro."

"Aw"

He jumped. "Fucking hell, Janny! How long have you been here?!" He shrieked.

"Not important." Jan waved his hand dismissively, smirking at him from where he sat on Remus' bed. "So, the big, scary Remus has feelings…" Janny teased, clearly delighted.

Remus huffed. "You're the one to talk, Sneky."

"I say this went better than expected." Janus, of course, ignored him, patting the space next to him.

Remus fell beside him, making the mattress bounce a little. "Were you worried about me, Jan-Jan?" He teased, poking him in the ribs.

Janus huffed a chuckle. "You wish, how long are you planning to keep him on the hook?" 

Remus grinned. "For as long as it's fun." He chuckled.

"Hmm now where did you get that from?" Jan smirked.

Remus cackled. "Gee I wonder."

Janus suddenly turned serious, looking Remus in the eye. "You have every right to stay mad, you know, I saw first hand how much he hurt you."

Remus looked away. "I know… but, I think I want to forgive him… eventually."

Janus nodded. "Alright, just don't feel obligated to. I'll let you sleep now, you know where I am if you need me." He squeezed his shoulder gently before disappearing.

Good ol' Janny, always there for him… and soon maybe Roman would too… who would have thought…

Certainly not Remus.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #janus sanders #angst #remus angst #tw blood mention #tw yelling #cw swearing #cw violence #roman angst #creativitwins #platonic creativitwins #mindscape #Lily writes #tumblr request #tw innuendo #remus being remus

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Hey Bro Ho, I think I got your lunch, this note doesn’t sound right.

Remus: ‘I’m very proud of you, love Patton.’

Roman: Oh yeah, I was wondering about this: ‘Be good, for the love of god, please be good.’

#Patton makes their lunch when they go into the imagination lol #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #sander sides #ts roman #incorrect sanders sides #patton sanders #Remus sanders #creativitwins #royality #intruality #platonic

[quackkaz]

Roman : If you put a nail in a hole— Shut up!

Remus : *slowly smirking*

Roman : And you hammer it— Shut up!

Remus : *trying not to laugh*

Roman : It might not go in all the way the first time—

Remus and Roman simultaneously : Shut up! *burst out laughing*

#roman and remus being friendly and silly twin brothers because I want them to get along at least once #PLATONIC r3mr0m #romantic r3mr0m shippers DNI. #incorrect quote #sanders sides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativity twins #creativitwins #tw : suggestive

[halfhissandwich]

platonic creativitwins as 4C? their brother dynamic is everything to me 😭

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #PLATONIC.

[bastard-aziraphale]

since this AU hinges on the relationship between the twins i really wanted to complete a drawing of them together !! ft. the first time they tried hanging out together at college, with janus as a chaperone 

#ts remus #ts roman #creativitwins #remus sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #platonic dukeceit #platonic roceit #sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #tss fanart #digital art #digital illustration #drinking cw #alcohol cw #anamoceit uni #sanders sides college au #art tag

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

ROMAN. REMUS. STOP FIGHTING. YOU ARE TWINNING AND I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. LET ME BE HAPPY WITHOUT ANY ARGUMENTS FOR ONCE PLEASEEE

Roman: I’m still mad.

Remus: We’re twin brothers, I think we’re always twinning…

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #platonic obviously

[naminethewriter]

What Dreams Are For - Masterpost

It is time for my biggest story yet, written for @sandersidesbigbang! Be prepared for a lot of confusion, angst and confrontations! Everyone has demons to face this time around and it's not going to be easy... I hope you follow along and enjoy what I cooked up this time 🤭

Summary: Dreams are weird. Especially when you’re metaphysical. There is a distinction between your own dreams and that of your whole. Even though Roman doesn't know at first that he's trapped in a dream, he does know that something is wrong upon waking in an unfamiliar room. He thinks he's in the Imagination but can't say for sure. Just what has he gotten caught up in?

Cast as the evil Prince and forced to act out the twisted storyline of Thomas’ dream, Roman, with help from Patton and Virgil, needs to figure out what is happening while constricted by what his hateful character would do and say which is not at all pleasant.

We dream for a reason. And as much as Roman likes to be the center of attention, this dream isn’t about him. Someone else is crying out for help.

Tags: platonic Dlampr, Intrulogical, Angst With a Happy Ending, Mystery Elements, Partial Mind Control, Sides are forced to stay in character which leads to some of them acting unsympathetically, mainly Patton and Roman

Story here on Ao3!

Chapter One: Wrong

Chapter Two: Rumors

Chapter Three: Unexpected Confrontation

Chapter Four: The Other Side

Chapter Five: Escalation

Chapter Six: Back To Normal?

This Story is currently on hiatus! I will return once more chapter have been written and are ready for posting.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Epilogue

Many thanks to my Betas @edupunkn00b and @starlocked01! You are wonderful 💙💚

Just as great are @failingatfailing and @wolfy-do-art-stuff who did a collaboration piece for this story that you can find here! It turned out superb, thank you so much 💖 💙 💜

#namiswriting #What Dreams Are For #masterpost #ongoing #platonic anaroyality #platonic dlampr #creativitwins #intrulogical #tssbb 2023 #thomas sanders sides big bang 2023 #multichapter fic #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #partial mind control #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 6

Character sheets | Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“Did you not enjoy meeting me?” Patton tries to ignore the sweat on their skin as though these simple questions are an interrogation. “I did enjoy meeting you, J! You’re fun to talk to.”

Patton continues to be tangled in the coils of Janus's not-well-thought-out revenge plans. Virgil is struggling over the changes his partner is exhibiting. Remus and Roman decide some things matter more than drama from high school.

3,012 words

[CW: manipulation, drug mentions, character experiencing psychosis, mentions of panic attacks, alcohol mentions, discussion of holiday related trauma, abusive father mention, abusive mother mention, codependent familial relationship]

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The charms on Patton’s phone clack against each other as they walk down the street, glancing hurriedly around for a particular park bench between a bakery café and a bar. They glance at the texts from their new friend J one more time, scrolling up slightly through several days of messages just to check they have everything right. It’s midday on a weekend, and Patton may or may not have had to tell a small fib to get time away from the others; nothing terrible, they just told them they had some shopping to do.

They clutch their phone at their chest, nervously glancing up at a bakery with the correct name. They look around the sidewalk as they come up to it, landing on a bench right outside. The green painted wood stands out cheerily in an area of town where most color comes from neon signs promising your wildest of parties. It’s empty, however, and they hum to themselves and sit down, smoothing out their overall-dress with a heavy sigh.

Pat: Hey J! I’m here, where are u?

They fire off a confused text, rubbing their forehead and adjusting their glasses. The bakery wafts warm smells out at them that nearly, almost, cover the reek of the bars all around it. It’s a quiet little spot that seems so out of place… It’s kind of cute, with a wood cabin façade on the front of the brick building and rows of pastries in the window.

🍏❤: Look up

Patton rereads her message twice, glancing up and blinking rapidly around. From the glass door of the café, they finally see her, waving them inside with a glimmering smile and black gloved hands. Patton sighs in relief and enters the store, face to face with her.

“Hi J! I thought you might have bailed on hanging out for a moment.”

“Oh, Pat, please. I would never turn down an opportunity with you.”

Patton giggles slightly. “You say that like we’ve been friends for years instead of this being our third time even meeting up!”

J shrugs at them, a wry grin crossing the corners of her lips. She gestures around at the incredibly cozy looking bakery with armchairs and coffee tables instead of restaurant tables. “Is this more your thing than the bars we tried last time?”

“Oh!” Patton touches their chest, appreciating being thought of like that. “Um, yes, this is nicer and calmer. Those bars were a lot for me. So was being drunk.”

J smirks. “Yes, I could gather that considering you almost threw up in the bathroom.”

“Hey, don’t kick someone when they’re down, J!” Patton jokes, patting at her arm repeatedly. Looking over at the counter and the menu above it, Patton sees pastries, several coffees, and a whole separate menu of hot chocolates. “I guess it is getting close to the holidays,” they murmur as the two of them approach. Janus glances at them, but just proceeds with ordering a mint cocoa. Patton ends up settling on a Mexican style hot cocoa, which has never let them down in deliciousness before.

As they both sit down, Janus leans her chin on her hands. “So, what is it about the holidays that made you look like a shellshocked war vet all of a sudden?”

“Oh!” Patton tries to wipe anything but a smile off of their face. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to worry about it!”

“Hm, who said I was worried. Curious would perhaps be a more accurate word. Don’t you enjoy them? Sitting down with those you love and pretending, for just a moment in time, that all is well…” Janus trails off in thought, eyes closing.

“I think it’s all that pretending that I don’t like about it, actually. I had to pretend everything was just fine one too many times on Christmas day.”

“Oh?”

Patton flinches at their own revealing words. The distant image of their dad’s used needles on the coffee table alongside wrapping paper rotates in their mind, a thought they can’t banish. They knock their knuckles on the wooden armrests three times, taking a breath and holding it for a moment. The image moves on. “Yeah, the holidays weren’t… the best of times, growing up. Well, nothing was really the best of times back then.”

J says nothing for a moment, before realizing Patton has stopped. “Leaving me on a cliffhanger, Pat?”

“I don’t really like talking about it-“

The conversation is cut off by the appearance of a barista who sets their drinks in front of them with a wave. Patton picks up the red mug they were given, blowing on the steam and floating around a lone cinnamon stick inside of it. Decidedly not making eye contact. J stares at them, resting her gloved hands over the warm mug and drinking in the heat on her cold limbs. She massages her throat, deciding on a tone of voice to use. Concern? Guilt tripping? Passive aggressive? ‘Genuine’ kindness?

“You don’t have to tell me everything,” she says, settling on a compassionate, slightly upset tone. “But I just want to help, in any area I can.”

Patton shifts in their chair, and meets her eyes again with a tired sigh. “No, it’s okay, I know you just… just want to help. I don’t like talking about my childhood a lot of the time.” Janus nods, preparing to catalogue information for later. “It wasn’t a good one. My dad wasn’t a good guy, honestly, but- but he was very good at pretending to be. Went to church every Sunday, did substances in his free time, you know, typical hypocritical religious man.” Patton laughs uncomfortably, and Janus tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. Patton sips their still scalding cocoa, trying to hide or divert somehow. “A-anyways, he’s gone now. I don’t talk to my mom either, so… yeah.”

“Seems like you have a storied past, Pat. Does your… boyfriend take good care of you, at least? Did you take him out somewhere like I suggested?”

“Oh, he does take good care of me, yes! We both help each other with our mental health a lot.” Patton rubs their hand over the side of the mug anxiously. “I tried taking him somewhere during school hours as a surprise like you said might work, but I don’t know, I think it just upset him. There’s been some personal drama in our friend group.”

“Oh, has there?” she says. Janus represses the urge to be pleased with herself, because Patton seems upset in a way that even she doesn’t feel comfortable toying with.

“Yeah… Our housemate’s brother had to be kicked out.”

“Really?” she says, faux shocked. “And what caused that?”

“He was… involved with drugs,” Patton whispers. “And it was really- It- It could have put my friends in danger. We were being harassed by his dealers.”

“Was he not your friend as well?”

“Not… not in a real, genuine way. We would argue more than actually enjoy being around each other. We had very different ideas about right and wrong.”

“And what are your ideas on right and wrong, Pat?”

Patton chuffs out a light laugh. “Well, the main point of contention we argued on was that drugs are absolutely never a good thing, especially if other people are involved too.”

“Right, and that’s why you were out drinking alone when we met.”

Patton tenses up and hides in another sip of too-hot cocoa. “That was my first time ever- I do not go out. Not, at least, before we met.”

“Did you not enjoy meeting me?”

Patton tries to ignore the sweat on their skin as though these simple questions are an interrogation. “I did enjoy meeting you, J! You’re fun to talk to.”

“Well, at least I have that going for me. God forbid I secretly be a drug dealer or something, could you imagine?”

“You’re… not, are you?”

Janus’s smile falls dramatically into a near cartoonish disappointed frown, and she raises an eyebrow at them. “I was joking, no, I don’t do any substances but booze.”

“Okay, good, ha,” Patton relaxes a slight bit, breathing out a low breath. “How about you, J? I revealed some childhood of mine – how was yours?”

“Definitely just as bad as yours, sweetie.” It’s Janus’s turn to awkwardly sip at her mug, feeling small all of a sudden, as though the entire world is watching her rather than the single, spectacled gaze of her new 'bestie.' Patton stares at her curiously until the silence is making her uncomfortable. “I haven’t talked to either of my parents since I was 15 if that tells you anything.”

“Why’s that?”

Janus sighs through her nose, eyes closing tiredly for a moment as she picks her words carefully. “I got kicked out to put it simply. My parents were very traditional, only second-generation immigrants with a whole lot of strong ideals and desires about my future. They didn’t take kindly to having a trans kid, to say the least.” Patton nods, eyebrows creased sympathetically, encouraging her to keep going. “I made it on my own from there. Now, here I am. Voila.”

“That was a lot of words to tell me almost nothing at all, J,” Patton teases her lightly.

“I don’t prefer divulging so much information when I’ve met someone all of three times.”

Patton shrugs, humming. “That’s fair, I won’t pry! I don’t have a crowbar anyways.”

Janus chuckles, rolling her eyes just slightly. “Ugh, wordplay. Anyways. How is your drink?”

“Oh, it’s very nice! Hot cocoa never misses though, so it’s to be expected,” Patton smiles across at her. Janus hums, drinking deep from her mug, letting the warm feeling replace her pain just for a moment. She needs to remain unrecognized, but damn is it rough to get around without her crutches. The mint and chocolate taste does a good job of flooding her sense out. She sighs out a breath, peeking at Patton through one eye.

“This is nice. Very relaxing, quiet. Never thought I could enjoy an activity that is basically just sitting there.”

“Well, just sitting there can be nice! Especially with a friend.”

Janus smiles, though whether it’s a reaction to the kindness or a grim nod to how far from friendship this really is, even she couldn’t tell you. “I’m glad you feel that way, Pat. I suppose we can do more things at ‘your pace’ from here on; I’ve realized I just might need the relaxation. Plus, you are ever-interesting to learn about.”

Patton smiles at her sheepishly, and her lips split into a smile as well, teeth bared and glimmering under her thick black lipstick.

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They’ve attempted to practice this song before, so Virgil lets himself get very, very into it, banging the drums like he has a personal vendetta against percussion instruments while Roman attempts to keep up on his bass guitar. Roman sweatily plays the last notes of the song, but Virgil doesn’t stop playing, seemingly just starting right back into the drums for the chorus in a loop, his eyes closed and face scrunched up.

“Virgil!” Roman attempts to call out to him four times, and eventually just walks up to him and catches the cymbal as he was about to hit it, muffling it and finally startling him out of his trance. “Earth to emo, the song’s over already!” Virgil just stares at him for a moment, panting with wide eyes.

“Uh- Sorry. I got caught up in it.”

“No kidding,” Roman snarks, leaning against his kit. “How are we supposed to have a successful recording if you are dead set on becoming the next Def Leopard?”

“Sorry, jeeze,” Virgil mumbles. He begins getting up and moving towards their water bottles, and Roman can’t help noticing how stiff and uncomfortable he looks.

“Virgil?” he stops him. “Hey, is something amiss?”

Virgil sighs, chugs a large gulp of water, and then wipes his brow. “Yeah, it’s- I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

“You are acting fishier than sushi Sundays, just tell me what’s up.”

Virgil groans. “I dunno. Patton’s just been… weird lately. Have you noticed it at all?”

Roman tries to think, tapping his chin. “Nothing outside of their usual oddities.”

“They’ve been veering into really upsetting territory for me lately.” Roman makes an inquiring hum, and Virgil grimaces. “Really quick to tell white lies and immediately assure me it won’t have any consequences. They also stay up in the living room most nights instead of coming to bed with me early like they used to. And they keep leaving the house for seemingly no reason.”

“Not necessarily the most unlike them they could act, but it is odd. Do you think it could be new rituals? Do they need their meds adjusted?”

Virgil shakes his head. “I mean, I don’t know. They haven’t needed their meds changed in at least half a year; they’ve been really stable anxiety-wise? It’s just- just weird, and I don’t like it. It keeps making me have panic attacks.”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that. Have you spoken with them about it yet?”

“No, I’m too nervous that I’m just being… being over-cautious.” Virgil pulls up his hood, gripping the sides of it and worrying with the fabric. “What if I bring it up and they think I’m being crazy?”

Roman touches his hands with his, for once gloveless, fingers, looking at him seriously. “You know for a fact Patton would never in their life call you crazy, especially when you are just concerned for them. Whatever it is, I know they’ll let us know when they feel like they can. Until then, I know it’s asking much from you, but trust them.”

Virgil grimaces, but it fades into a soft smile. “Thanks for reassuring me, Rom, I’m sorry. Just get a little anxious sometimes.”

“Oh please, in another universe, the name on your birth certificate is ‘Anxiety’ Addams instead,” Roman teases. Virgil scoffs, then swipes Roman’s bangs into his face, leaving him sputtering on his own hair as they both laugh.

--

Roman is already settled cozily in bed and half asleep when his phone begins ringing, and he groans at it dramatically for ruining his sleep. He fumbles on his bedside table and pulls the bright light into view. He nearly drops the phone in his urgency to pick it up the second his sleepy eyes register Remus’s contact name.

“Remus! You’re calling me?! You dick, just text me when I te-“

“Do you hate me, Roman?”

Roman just kind of freezes in place, listening to his twin’s very heavy breathing. “Remus? Are you okay?”

Remus laughs shakily on the other end. “Change of environment finally caught up with me. The stress of ignoring you did too, I guess.”

Roman cups the phone against his ear as though it could count as comforting Remus across the phone line. “I don’t hate you, no. I don’t think I could manage it as much as I like to pretend I can.” Roman replies to him with as much sober sincerity as he posed the question. “You’re my brother, you know?”

“Being their son didn’t make them love me. I don’t know why you’d uphold family ties so much after everyone else got rid of me.” Roman hears Remus’s breath hitch, and he knows instantly that he must be feeling things grabbing his legs again. It’s a common but very distressing hallucination for him.

“Remus, mom and dad can suck shit,” Roman declares, and to his happiness, it draws a more genuine sounding chuckle from his twin. He can’t help smiling at the sound of his stupid laugh. “Maybe family ties are bullcrap, but whatever you and I have isn’t anything like how mom and dad ‘showed love.’ We actually love each other, like real fucking family.” Roman pauses, listening to Remus breathe again, proving his twin is there to himself. “I did promise I’d always take care of you. Nothing about that has changed.”

“It has though, y’know?” Remus’s voice shakes slightly. “We’re adults, like fully now, and we can’t be that close anymore.”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t be healthy for two 20ish bros to share a bed, no offence but I don’t like you like that,” Remus jokes, making Roman snort out a laugh and roll his eyes.

“Remus, you’re such an idiot. I do concede that I never want to share a bed with you again because you stink,” Remus laughs on the other end, but Roman continues. “But us doing that isn’t the extent of brother-ness. You were sick, like really sick, back then. We can care for each other… outside the context of suffering, too.”

“Even though I went and stayed with her? Do you really think Virgil could handle you still talking to me regularly?”

Roman sighs. “Look- Just- Some things are more important than that stupid godawful fight from high school. You and I weren’t even involved, we just had to physically put ourselves between them.”

“Didn’t know Virgil was capable of being that scary TBH,” Remus mutters, pronouncing each letter of the acronym.

“Yyyeah, me either up until then.” He sighs. “We couldn’t exactly not take his side, you know?”

“We could have not taken sides at all!”

“Remus, look, Janus isn’t – or at least wasn’t – a good person or a good friend, and even if you’re talking to her, don’t bring her into me and Virgil’s lives if you can help it. Please?” Roman listens to him breathe in deeply.

“I won’t, don’t worry about that. Look your highness, I need to go and smoke a joint, or else this episode is just getting worse for the night, but Roman?”

“Yes Remus?”

“I promise I won’t ignore your texts anymore. See you never, loser.”

“See you in tartarus , you jerk,” Roman says playfully, rolling his eyes. “And… Love you.”

There’s a pause of silence and shifting for a bit longer than comfortable. “Love you too, Rom,” Remus says, quickly hanging up and leaving Roman alone in the darkness again.

#sanders sides #college au #sasi au #tss au #sanders sides human au #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #platonic prinxiety #creativitwins

[rambling-prince-thoughts]

slight spoilers for the latest ts video (the sides need a nice day) below the cut!

sidenote if you haven’t watched this ep yet, you absolutely should. it’s adorable :)

there’s so much to talk about in this, but i wrote a little ficlet inspired by the events of the fic instead because when inspiration strikes, you’ve got to capitalise

For the first time in weeks, Roman found himself waking up to a feeling of warm contentment in his chest and bright vigour, all characteristic of getting a full night’s sleep. A luxury that he could barely afford anymore, given how much had been going on.

He had worked himself to the bone these last few weeks, trying desperately to make up for losing the glorious opportunity that was a callback from Alfred Hitchcoppalucas of all people and then worked even harder when Thomas met Nico, determined to make things work for at least one of them. He couldn’t remember the last time he woke up feeling this pleasant. Or the last time he wanted to wake up, at all.

But yesterday, thanks to Virgil’s odd yet comforting methods of relaxation, he finally felt as though he had a purpose aside from being Creativity.

He skipped into the bathroom to freshen up for the day, bidding a cheerful good morning to little Arachne (the name was courtesy of Virgil) who, despite his earlier inhibitions, was not as terrifying as he thought, and maybe even a little endearing in the way she scuttled over to the edge of her enclosure to greet him.

Perhaps everything wasn’t completely awful.

Only Logan was at the kitchen when he arrived to get breakfast, pouring out coffee into a worryingly large tumbler while somehow also intensely focused on reading a book. It would have been fascinating had it also not been alarming at how close he was to burning his hand on scalding coffee.

“Careful!” Roman shifted the tumbler of coffee just as it filled to the brim, the beverage narrowly avoiding contact with Logan’s hand in the process.

Logan blinked up at him incredulously. “Oh. When did you get here, Roman?”

The Creative Side rolled his eyes. “Good morning, Roman. Thank you for saving my life and my coffee, Roman,” he huffed, his voice imitating a much more childish version of Logan.

“I don’t sound like that,” Logan pointed out, taking his tumbler to the dining table. “And I doubt I would lose my life if I were to spill coffee on my hand. While it would be highly painful and I do appreciate that you helped in time, I believe this is an example of being overly dramatic.” A slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, betraying the otherwise dry tone.

Roman picked up a butter knife in place of his sword, using it to point in Logan’s direction. “Ah but you would be in pain! I saved your life, Microsoft Nerd. I’ll take the appreciation as your undying gratitude.”

Pleased, he turned back to the kitchen and popped two pieces of bread in the toaster. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when the toast had been properly buttered and Roman sat down opposing Logan at the table, that he remembered how he wasn’t the only one to receive a pleasant outing yesterday.

“So,” he began loudly, prompting Logan to put aside his book (albeit not without an exasperated sigh). “I heard Patton took you on a little date yesterday.” He grinned at his choice of words.

Success! Logan flushed a shade of pale pink. “It wasn’t a date, Roman,” he grumbled. “Patton simply noticed that I had been… Preoccupied, lately, so he tried to give me a nice day. It was very sweet of him. We went to the library, that’s where I got this from.” He gestured to the book on the table, smiling softly.

Roman gave him a smug look. “That sounds like a date to me, Calculator Watch. Only you and him got to spend time together, doing something you like? That’s essentially what Thomas and Nico do all the time. I would know, I’m the romantic one.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Oh, really? Because as I recall, Virgil did something similar with you. Am I to assume that you two went on a date as well?”

“What?” Heat rushed to Roman’s face. “N-no! That’s not the same thing at all! You two went out, Virgil and I were at home all day! And we just listened to songs, watched Disney related videos and then he read me a bedtime story. It’s completely different!” He protested, trying to ignore the blush spreading across his cheeks.

“I once remember you telling me that your ideal date included songs, Disney and enjoying with someone that you liked being around.” Logan raised an eyebrow, mirroring the smug look that had been on Roman’s face not two minutes ago. “Is that not what you did?”

“Oh shut up.” Roman stuffed the last piece of toast in his mouth, determinedly chewing so as not to answer Logan. He heard a light chuckle, and then silence. The nerd must have gone back to reading his book.

And it would have been calm after that, if not for the whirlwind of destruction that entered the kitchen, banging pots and pans with a sharp, shit eating grin.

Remus. It was Remus.

Without glancing up from his book, Logan greeted Remus and politely asked him to quiet down, which obviously did not work out. Remus simply increased the volume of his chaos, now also dancing around the area while singing at the top of his lungs.

They needed a distraction. “Hey Remus!” Roman yelled, trying to grab his attention. “How was your outing with Janus yesterday?”

At the mention of the snake themed Side, Remus stopped all sound and jumped onto the table, grinning widely. “It was awesome! I got to smash cars, dangle a phone off the bridge and made a new friend! Plus I finally figured out what that brown carpet stain is.” He lowered his voice. “It was chocolate. A little disappointing, but whatever! It was still fun!”

“A new friend?” Roman asked, and then immediately regretted asking.

That sent Remus into an explanation of how he met Bloody Mary, and how they became good friends and she’s just so lovely, and she’s got really high quality blood, even if she’s a bit secretive about where she gets it. No matter, he’ll find out eventually. By the end, Roman wasn’t sure if he should feel sick or terrified.

“So yeah!” Remus finished off, still grinning. “She and I are meeting up again soon. Jan’s the best.”

Logan scoffed at that, causing both twins to look at him. “Remus, while your day sounded… Interesting, I believe it was Patton who came up with the idea. If we’re deciding who ‘the best’ is, it should be the one who started the process in the first place.” He flipped a page, seeming to have made his point.

Oh boy. If he was going to get competitive…

“Patton may have come up with it, but Virgil went out of his way to get me a new animal companion!” Roman shot back. “Her name is Arachne and she may be a little scary looking, but she’s a cutie! And no you can’t have her! She’s mine.” The last part was directed towards Remus, who groaned in disappointment. “So it’s Virgil who’s the best!”

The three of them defiantly stood their ground, glaring at each other. None of them were going to go down without a fight.

Watching from the staircase, Patton nervously bit his lip. “Should we stop them?” He whispered to the other two, looking concerned at the growing dispute.

“Nah,” Virgil answered easily, a grin forming. “I kinda wanna see who wins.”

Janus smirked. “You know, for once I actually agree with you, Virgil. I’m putting my money on Remus.”

Patton shook his head, but couldn’t help but smile as he looked over at Virgil and Janus, and then back at the three Sides squabbling in the kitchen. Things may have been rough, but he was hopeful that they would be getting better, and it would take all of them to get there for Thomas’ sake. Besides, he was happy with things, at least for now.

It was looking to be a nice day.

#ts spoilers #sanders sides #rambling prince thoughts #a ficlet inspired by the latest video because i loved it sm #the three of them won’t fight for long dw #wondering if i should make a sequel to it :3 #romantic prinxiety #romantic dukeceit #platonic logince #romantic logicality #creativitwins

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Protector

Chapter One

Chapter Forty-One:

The Logan problem being solved meant Roman or Janus was next, and Virgil didn’t like the idea of that.

He still hadn’t seen Janus anywhere, and it wasn’t that he didn’t get it, but that didn’t exactly make his nerves go away.

And then of course, there was the other problem, being that Janus’ complete and total lack of accessibility meant Roman was the obvious next choice for who to talk to.  And Virgil didn’t want to deal with that.

He managed to put it off until the end of his recovery week, after which he felt much better, but that also meant that he no longer had an excuse.

That didn’t mean that he didn’t keep putting it off of course, just that now he felt anxious about it, which was very much worse.

Thankfully at least for this case, Remus could tell he was anxious about it, and approached Virgil one day with a solution that worked fairly well.

He was sitting in his room trying and failing to relax, which naturally wasn’t working very well, and the familiar sound of Remus’ footsteps alerted him to his presence just before he opened the door.

“So hey, when do you want Roman to come talk to you?” he asked with no build-up, moving over to sit across from Virgil on his bed.

Virgil blinked at him.  “What?”

“You heard me.  I’m tired of mediating between you two.  So I’m going to stop telling you guys to talk and force you to instead.  When do you want Roman to talk to you?  You get to pick the time.  What’s one that works for you?”

“What do you mean mediating between us?”

“Not in a literal sense, dummy.  It’s just so obvious you both want to talk and I’m tired of sitting in the middle of it.  So I’m making something happen.  What’s a time that works for you?”

Virgil bit his lip.  He didn’t know what to do with the ball being in his court like that.  Knowing exactly when to expect Roman would be nice, but it would also create a lot of tension leading up to that.  But he definitely wouldn’t have it in him to go talk to Roman himself.

So he just needed to pick a time that would give him enough time to psych himself up but not enough time to freak himself out.  Navigating life while being the representation of Thomas’ Anxiety was a piece of cake.

Virgil sighed and looked up at Remus.  “Two days from now after lunch?” he said.

“You got it,” Remus said, giving a thumbs up.  “I’ll help you work out what you want to say after I clarify with Roman.”

“Deal.”

So Remus sank back out and Virgil flopped back on his bed.  This was probably the best way this was going to happen.  Didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Remus came back a couple minutes later, gave Virgil a thumbs up, and sat down on the bed with him.  “So.  What’s all the stuff you want to say to Roman?”

“Uh,” Virgil said, pushing himself up to a sitting position.  “Fuck, I don’t know, Remus.  I want to apologize for fighting with him all the time.  I want to apologize for punching him that one time.”

Remus raised an eyebrow slightly, but he didn’t comment.  “Okay,” he said instead.  “So a lot of apologies is what I’m hearing.  Do you want an apology from him?  He owes you one.”

Virgil looked down at his hands as he thought.  “I don’t know.  I don’t really understand his actions, honestly.  From basically the point I ducked out, he kept doing things I didn’t expect.”

“You want an explanation, then.  You want me to tell him that?”

Virgil considered this for a second.  “Yeah.  Also I get to talk first.”  That was probably a little mean, considering Roman probably felt like he had to let Virgil lead this conversation, and Virgil only wanted the first chance to talk so he could apologize, but he wanted to be able to say it without Roman trying to cut him off.

“You got it,” Remus said.  “Anything else?”

“Well… nope.  No, that’s it.”

“Virgil—”

“That’s it.”  That wish was a fantasy.

Remus looked at him for a second longer, then nodded.  “Okay.  I’ll let Roman know all of that.”

“Cool.  Now come watch Disney movies with me. I need a distraction.”

“I eagerly await the day you make up with Roman so I can watch Dreamworks in peace,” Remus said, even as he pushed himself up and they both started for the living room.

…

It turns out Virgil had been right on the money in regards to time frame, because the two days gave him time to prepare for the conversation and think about what he wanted to say while also not giving him enough time to start overthinking any of it.

He ended up in the living room after lunch, which was when the nerves did start to set in a little bit, because he could see Roman over in the kitchen and they both knew what was coming soon.  Roman seemed to take his food back to his room, and Virgil couldn’t decide if that was worse or not.  It would have been torture being able to see Roman and knowing exactly how long was left before they talked, but it was just as awful having no clue.

He ended up putting his headphones on and trying to drown his thoughts out with music, which was only kind of working by the time he saw movement over by the steps.

He pulled his headphones down around his neck as Roman approached, something clutched against his chest that Virgil couldn’t quite make out from h.

“I know you wanted the first chance to talk, so you’ll get it,” Roman said, holding up his hands.  “I just thought I should give this back.”

He held the something he was holding out to Virgil.  Virgil looked down and was met with his dream journal.

He blinked at it a couple times before hesitantly taking it.

“I am sorry I took it from you,” Roman said.  “That was not very princely of me.”

Virgil set the journal down on his lap.  He’d learned to get by without it, honestly.  Once Remus had come back it wasn’t really that hard to calm himself down after nightmares anymore, especially since they were both sleeping right next to each other most of the time.  But that didn’t mean the journal didn’t make him feel better.  Maybe he’d appreciated it more than he realized.

He didn’t want to start the conversation with that, though, and if he tried to shift from his plan he’d feel completely out of control, so instead he just looked back up at Roman.

“I wanted to say sorry,” he said, and Roman blinked in surprise.  “For being such a jerk all the time.  And especially for hitting you.”  He nodded towards the spot on Roman’s jaw when he punched him.

Roman blinked again, seeming to process that.  “It’s… it’s alright, Anxiety,” he said.  “I was a bigger jerk to you.  And I forgave you a long time ago.”

Virgil shook his head, looking away.  “I was supposed to be protecting all of you.”

“You did, Anxiety,” Roman said.  “You did more than anyone should have asked you to.”

Virgil turned to him with a confused look.  “You didn’t ask me to do anything.”

“No, but it probably felt that way,” Roman said.  “And I should have done so many things differently.  I’m sorry too.”

“I… I don’t even understand why you did what you did,” Virgil said in frustration.  “I thought after I ducked out you’d be basking in the glory of being right when everyone else was wrong.”

Roman winced.  “I can understand that assumption,” he admitted.  “Remus said you wanted an explanation.  I just… I mean, I was acting that way because I did too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to know what your deal was,” Roman said.  “None of what you did made any sense.  I mean, you play this long con trying to get all of us to like you, you ask Janus once if you can bring Remus over here, Janus says ‘not yet but probably soon,’ and you respond by immediately throwing away all of your progress and backing everyone into a corner?  That doesn’t make any sense.  Or, I mean,” Roman winced and looked away.  “It didn’t.”

Virgil bit his lip.

Roman looked hesitantly back over at him.  “How badly did they hurt him?”

It was Virgil’s turn to wince and look away, though that probably answered Roman’s question.

Roman sighed.  “Thomas, Anxiety, that must have been so terrifying.”

“That’s nothing new,” Virgil whispered.  “I just… it was just the two of us, Roman, for the longest time.  It was part of life for us to be scared that the other was hurt.  But I— fuck, the last thing I ever wanted to do was leave him alone.”

“Why… why did you?” Roman asked hesitantly.

“He forced me into it,” Virgil murmured.  “Cause the idiot never got the memo that it’s supposed to be my job to protect my little brother.  He somehow had this idea that we were supposed to be taking care of each other, or something.”

Roman smiled just a little.  “I’m really glad you weren’t alone over there,” he said quietly.

Virgil looked back over at Roman.  “Remus really missed you,” he said.

Roman winced.  “I… I really missed him too,” he whispered.  “I’m always going to miss having a brother.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow.  “Uh, what are you talking about?  Haven’t you two been getting along better?”

“Well, yes,” Roman said, rubbing the back of his neck.  “But he has you, and—”

“Oh, right, how could I forget?” Virgil said, raising an eyebrow.  “The set in stone law of the universe that says no one can have more than one brother.”

“And who would want me for a brother anyway?” Roman continued, giving Virgil a pointed look.  “I suck at it.”

“You do not suck at it,” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“I failed to help you and Remus when you badly needed it,” Roman said.

“Yeah, but you know what you did do?  You actively protected your family in the best way you could from someone you had reason to believe was a threat,” Virgil said, gesturing at himself.  “You thought Janus was scared, and you reacted exactly like you should.”

“And a lot of good it did me,” Roman grumbled, crossing his own arms.  “Janus won’t even talk to me.”

Virgil blinked, startled.  “He won’t?”

“He won’t talk to anyone,” Roman said, looking down in irritation and what looked like worry.  “He doesn’t leave his room unless Thomas needs him.”

Well, that part Virgil had known, but he figured he was at least talking to his family.  He’d have to try and figure that out more later.

“Regardless,” he said, refocusing on Roman.  “That isn’t your fault.  You did exactly what you should do when you thought your family was in danger and not taking it seriously.  You looked out for Janus Patton and Logan when you thought they needed it.  It’s one of the reasons I’m sure I can trust you.”

Roman blinked up at him.  “What?”

“Before I ducked out,” Virgil said.  “When Janus and I talked about bringing Remus over eventually, Janus talked about the others too.  It freaked me out, obviously, so I asked Logan what would happen before that was agreed on.  He said we’d all talk about it first, and well… that calmed me down.  Because I knew I could tell them exactly why they couldn’t bring them here if I had to, but also because I knew you’d probably have my back.”  He nudged Roman lightly in the arm.

“I…” Roman said, seeming to think that over.

“You’re amazing family, Roman.  I mean, okay, maybe you’ve got some stuff to work on in the brother department,” Virgil said with a shrug.  “But you definitely don’t suck at it.  And I’d want you.”

Roman blinked.  “What?”

Virgil realized what he said and felt himself go pale.  Well shit.  That want was supposed to stay a little more secret than that.

But then he saw Roman’s expression shift, and he paused.  Roman looked a little hopeful but far more doubtful, and Virgil didn’t like that expression on his face right after he’d told Roman he cared about him.

“You… you don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Anxiety,” Roman said weakly, and something in Virgil hardened in determination.

“Virgil,” he said firmly.  “And I’m not lying.”

Roman turned and stared at him.  “What?  Why would you—”

“Because I’m trying to show you you’re wrong, dummy.  And I’ve found it’s a hobby of mine to make sure Thomas’ creative aspects have some amount of self worth going for them.”

Roman shook his head.  “But I—” he stopped.

“You?”

Roman was quiet for a minute.  “I don’t understand why you’d want me,” he said.  “You have Remus.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes.  “I thought we had this conversation already.”

“No, I— you just care so much about Remus.  And I— what have I done to earn—”

Virgil snorted.  “Dummy,” he said.  He leaned forward and pulled Roman into his arms.

Roman made a small noise and wrapped his arms around Virgil, squeezing him tightly.  “I truly am so sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s okay,” Virgil murmured.  “I forgive you.”

They both sat there for a while, until finally, Roman pulled back from Virgil, still giving him a slightly hesitant look.  “Do you really mean it that you want me as a brother?” he asked.

Virgil nodded.  “I really do,” he said with a smile.

Roman took a breath, and nodded.  “Then Virgil,” he said, starting to smile back.  “It would be my absolute honor to accept such a title.  I promise I shall defend your name to the best of my ability.  It shall be easier now that I know it.”

Virgil smirked.  “You’re such a dork.”

“Hey, rude!  I’m pledging an oath to defend your honor here!”

Virgil laughed, but before Roman could continue to act playfully offended, Remus appeared very suddenly on the other side of the coffee table, and turned instantly to Roman.

“Roman!  Roman, idea!” he called, moving forward and pulling him up before shoving a notebook into his arms.  “We play it like Anxiety and I thought that we were dangerous.  Like we thought that being assholes to Thomas was the best way to protect him, which it totally was by the way, but that’s not the point!”

“Oh!” Roman said excitedly, looking down at the paper with a grin.  “And we could tie that into a discussion about communicating and being willing to hear others out in regards to their reasoning!”

“And working with others to find the best solution that you might not have thought of on your own!”

“And not letting stubbornness or bias blind you to what’s possible!”

“And trying to understand and empathize with people even if you may not like them!”

“I love it!”

“Me too!”

“Alright!” Roman clapped his hand together happily.  “Let’s bring it to Thomas for approval!  I think this is going to be a good one!  I— oh, wait!”

Roman stopped suddenly and spun around to face Virgil again.  “I’m sorry, Virgil, I know we kind of weren’t done talking, did you—”

Virgil climbed up, walking around the coffee table, and pulled Remus and Roman both into a tight hug.  He didn’t really have a ton of words to express what he was feeling, so he hoped he could get across with a squeeze how proud he was of his baby brothers.

Remus made a happy noise and squeezed them both too, which resulted in Roman making a slight wheezing noise.

“You two hug tight.”

“Get used to it,” Virgil said with a pat to Roman’s back.

“You’re collapsing my lungs.”

“Too bad, it’s hug time,” Remus said.

Roman made a half-hearted attempt to squirm away, but even if he’d meant it, Virgil was definitely stronger than him, and Remus was more than willing to help, so he was stuck with them whether he liked it or not.

Virgil had a sneaking suspicion that he did.

…

Chapter Forty-Two

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #platonic dukexiety #platonic prinxiety #creativitwins #THEY'RE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR #my fic

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: In an effort to relax, I bought one of those dark blue bath bombs filled with golden sparkles so I can slowly peer out across the starry night sky whilst my muscles turn to figurative putty.

Remus: Last time I bought a bath bomb I completely, on purpose, misunderstood the meaning.

Roman: Yeah and with the cost of a new tub, I almost beat YOU into putty.

#ka BOOM #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #incorrect sanders sides #ts logan #REMUS sanders #ts remus #platonic #Intrulogical #creativitwins #logince

[anxiouslyfred]

To Yell Get Lost

Summary: Virgil doesn't know what to make of his soulmate words, even after they become a thing he regularly says. Thankfully his soulmates manage to figure out he's theirs for certain after an uninvited visitor shows up.

Warnings: Knives and threats made with knives, unwanted hugging

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Sometimes his soulmate words were funny, a reflection of how Virgil often felt when faced with customers who wouldn't shut up.

Sometimes they were hurtful, a confirmation for all this negative thoughts that even his soulmate wouldn't want to know him.

Sometimes Virgil even wondered if he'd be the one saying them. If in some bizarre occurrence his friends found someone able to take his prickly sharp edges and he'd say them without causing offence.

Once, and only once did he allow himself to consider the possibility, Virgil wondered if they were the pattern his relationship would take. He'd do everything he could to avoid that happening.

…

What Virgil never could have expected was quoting the soulmate words as constantly as he did after meeting Janus and Remus. They were said nearly every time his name was drawn out, although always in different tones by the pair.

Janus had a slow, coaxing tone, as if they expected Virgil to forever be annoyed or upset and thought calming him while suggesting things would get him to agree with them more. They always acted like the words were an adorable greeting until the day Virgil screamed them. That had been the first time Virgil saw them stunned and the first time Janus was actually calming for him, coaxing tone nowhere to be heard.

Remus lilted his words, all of them, and only used Virgil's name if he wanted a companion in his chaos. They both laughed over the words, especially the times Remus decided to recite them with Virgil.

Then Roman decided to invite himself over to meet the two Remus called his prospective soulmates and despite knowing Remus and Janus were sat on his sofa, when Virgil opened the door to a greeting being sung he yelled “Hello goodbye, GET LOST!” before slamming the door in Roman's face.

It was only when the pair watching burst out laughing that Virgil realised it was a complete stranger he'd done that too. Third person ever that he'd said the words on his wrist to and he frankly didn't need a third possible soulmate.

“If it's not my brother out there I'm accusing you of soulmate plagiarism.” Remus declared, bouncing over and wrenching the door open and out of Virgil's grasp.

For a moment Virgil blinked at the hand that had held the door, then looked between Janus and Remus, ignoring Roman getting tugged through it. “What the hell about that changed me from prospective soulmate to actual soulmate?” He groused.

“Well it's the third level of 'get lost' I've been wondering about.” Janus commented, now standing from their seat and calmly walking over, rolling their sleeve up. “Seemingly the level of 'I'll make you get lost if you won't do it yourself.'”

“Mine just says 'Roman get lost SLAM!'” Remus grinned, shoving his sleeve up and his arm under Virgil's nose.

Roman moved before Virgil could shove the arm away, grabbing him in a hug that took Virgil off the ground and into a spin. “My brothers-in-law! I'm so delighted to meet you and congratulations on this confirmation-” His words broke off as four knives were suddenly concerningly close to his face.

Remus didn't say anything, unsettlingly quiet considering his usual noise levels, and moved around Roman so his knives were under Roman's ears, crossed as if they were very large scissors. Virgil was turning red fast enough that Janus doubted he could breathe, let alone speak and would probably drop his knife if not released soon, so they spoke up, “Let's set Virgil down and keep three feet away from us while you're here, hmm?”

The squeak Roman let out then would later have them all laughing at him, but in that moment the trio were all more focused on Virgil being set back on his feet, and pulled gently back by Janus as they ensured he stayed upright until they reached the sofa. They did make sure to take the knife from him also, well aware that once Virgil calmed down again he'd already start fretting over handling a knife when he couldn't be certain how Roman would move him and the dangers that contained.

“Actually, Roman, assuming that is you since Remus isn't having a tantrum or moving his knives, as much as your enthusiasm to interfere in our lives is reportedly never ending, I think this is one adventure you should delay for a while. Perhaps wait for a written invitation.” Janus suggested once curled around Virgil on the sofa, hoping the contact would help calm him.

“But I want to behead him.” Remus whined, stepping with Roman so the attempt to move away from the blades failed.

“And we don't want to clean up blood right now. Besides, Roman has to actually get lost for your soulmate mark to be confirmed.” Janus countered.

Those words did the trick as very abruptly the knives were once more gone and Roman was shoved back out of the door. “So glad you aren't my soulmate. Only Virgil slammed the door on Roro so you're not with me.” Remus stuck his tongue out at Janus as he finished speaking.

“Agreed. Dealing with you needs more motivation than a soulmate bond would give me so it's best to have it this way, with Virgil ever between us.” Janus stated, getting a soft hit from said man at the words.

“I'm not here to mediate you two.” Virgil muttered. “And Remus, teach your brother boundaries, please.”

Remus threw himself over the pair on the sofa. “I'll tell his friend Logan that Roman doesn't know which states are next to each other. He'll be learning state boundaries for months at least.”

He got a small snicker, and half-disgruntled great in response.

#virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #creativitwins #roman sanders #janus sanders #anxceit #platonic dukeceit #polyam #cw threats #cw knives #cw unwanted touch #soulmate au

[dotemakesthings]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders & Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Warning: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Being Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Vampires, Forest God Patton, Vampire Remus, Human Roman, Blood and Injury, Near Death Experiences, Body horror? whatever you call having roots growing into your skin Series: Part 1 of The Woods are Lovely, Dark and Deep Summary:

Roman didn’t show up on his normal patrol around the village. Remus was looking forward to following him around and grilling him about the young lad he was interested in, but now he has a much larger concern: the fact that the human he’s taken a liking to might be in danger.

#forest au #creativitwins #they’re not related but they’re still very much brothers here #dote writes things #platonic intruality #tss fanfic #sanders sides fic #remus sanders #fantasy au #roman sanders #patton sanders #my writing

[tastic-in-its-finest]

Strike Midnight

Ao3

For the @tss-october-ghostwriters event, the prompts transformation, full moon, midnight, ancient, and a little bit of magic were used :)

Warnings and tags: Minor violence, tw blood, mentions of murdering/killing, and animal attacks

Summary: To improve an imperfect world, he does what needs to be done. Roman, a human, hunts the feral and out of control monsters in his path while sparing the misunderstood, along with his twin brother Remus.

However, it's hard to hunt a werewolf when it turns out to be your own brother.

Written by: @tastic-in-its-finest, for my lovely Giftee @edupunkn00b

...

He searched every corner and crevice yet couldn’t find it. Roman checked almost every burrow, climbing many trees of the dark and deep thicket of the forest to survey the area. He knew he wasn’t trying as hard as he should. He wasn’t desperate enough to cannonball into a lake just yet. Yet the ancient bracelet he was trying to find seemed unreachable.

He was given instructions by Janus, a snake deity, of which surrounding area to look, and bribing them with the sweet ‘rewards’ to come with it.

He could try to enjoy the rewards, if not for him, then for his brother Remus. He didn’t hate the Janus, harboring only a slight dislike for him since he’d met him, but they bonded over theater and a love for drama. And he wasn’t about to let his brother down, who was enthralled with any ideas Janus had in mind, even if they were clueless of their prize.

He took a short break to wait for the impending sunset, in the middle of a semi-open clearing with rocks nearby, he could mentally hear Janus scolding him. Where is he meant to find this anyway? Janus didn’t tell them too many specifics to find the bracelet; like a key hidden under a rock.

Well, what did he have to lose?

Looking under one, two, three stones, and the fourth, much larger and stuck in the ground. He pulled harder, and harder, before it popped out and he almost decked his beautiful face. It isn’t stuck to mud however, a shiny silver pendant, or bracelet somehow found itself lost. The bastard who stole and threw it away knew where to hide it. It was the exact description he needed.

“Eureka,” he whispered, drying the wet and dirt, wearing the ancient bracelet, golden, fabulous, the smell of metal grazing his wrist, quite charming, preparing to speak with Remus about his discovery.

A hesitant twig broke close, near one of the large bushes. Roman felt eyes prying the back of his head. He wanted to think Remus was attempting to scare him, poorly, but Remus knew better.

The handle of his sword proved a sturdy grip, seethed in his lightweight holster for now, he waited.

“Show yourself!” He yelled, as he swung his sharp sword out and a fast figure tripped him down, standing unfazed in front of him dark and stormy. A sharp face he found all too familiar these days.

“You.” He pointed his sword, finding the means to pull himself up while looking at the unimpressed emo nightmare, V, short for vampire, held an black spider web umbrella one-handed, big enough to cover him completely.

“You’re too easy sometimes… princey,” Roman glared, remaining serious, yet slightly relaxing the tip of his sword towards the vampire's turtleneck.

“What sort of a nickname is that?”

The pale emo grinned, “If you don’t want to be called a prince, don’t act or dress like one,” the vampire gestured towards his favorite red sash over his hunting clothes.

“Should I call you a dark and stormy knight then, cause that’s exactly what you are,” with layers upon layers of black and gray clothing in the hot grueling sun.

“Real original of you.”

“It’s the only thing I can call you, unless you give me a name.”

“In your dreams.”

His name was not V, but he was called Virgil. Stuck in an open area, one of his many obstacles, he ran into him, all of his stamina diminished, the sun already tiring him. The extremely skilled and dangerous monster hunter, his sword resting near his side, ready to strike him at any moment, “What’s your play vampire?”

“Why does it matter to you?”

"My brother will be here any minute. I'd hate for him to kill you before I do,” he playfully tapped him, but Virgil internally wondered if he was being serious or not.

"Lower your sword, then we can talk," Virgil tried to put the most nonchalant voice imaginable, he cringed when he croaked the words out. The hunter listened.

"...Have you been stalking me?"

Virgil couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not the only reason I’m out here,” he stepped forward, looking distantly behind Roman. The side dense area of trees were difficult to traverse by, more difficult with an umbrella no less, however, he could make a run for it, only, a sharp and cold blade tapped and pressed the tip of his bicep before he could move forward.

He blinked rapidly, “You want to do this now?”

“We don’t have a truce at the moment,” The hunter flashed a cocky grin, stance in the ready. He was testing him, always, but Virgil never wanted to believe he couldn’t be. Didn’t think he noticed the wooden stake slotted near his sword holster. Make sure he never touches it.

“Cocky, princey,” Virgil looked into the deadly rays of the sun, the dark umbrella his only protection, assessing his situation. He put his hood up.

From what he could gather, it was a pure coincidence they met again. But Roman was ready to defeat him this time, defend his honor and beat his brother to the kill.

He took the first swing, missing by an inch, another, another, and another, the monster ducked, shielding the blow meant to strike his face as his back sizzled from a lack of protection. The vampire hissed, scratching Roman’s cheek, burning and painful.

Backing away, Roman got stunned by such a violent reaction, furthermore, V remained in defense. Taking a chance, he kept stepping forward, swinging fast, failing to kick his chest, and swiping his legs from under him with a katana. The fiend stumbled into the grass. He tried stomping to the side of his pale face yet rolling out from under him, swiping at Roman’s spine, getting a hard grip on his hands, flipping him onto his back as his hood fell off.

Groaning in pain, pushing himself up, the monster tried kicking him to the ground while he was vulnerable. Roman ducked, slashing the torn Umbrella. Hissing, cowering and retreating from the sun, Roman rushes forward and trying to pin him to the tree, his head hit it too hard, knocking him out cold.

Roman leaned on the tree, catching his breath, the vampire lucky enough to be left in the shade of the leaves. Seething his sword, somehow without a trace of vampire blood, in his holster, fitting the wooden stake in his hand.

Standing over V, blissfully unaware of what could be a stake about to be driven in his heart, turned Roman’s stomach. He gripped the stake, he could do it, rid the world of one more evil. Yet he blanks trying to search for an evil deed V committed. He isn’t feral. This wasn’t honorable, it felt so wrong. He would have hated to be murdered this way.

The stake is slit in its rightful place, along with neatly folding the umbrella. Leaving after his slight distraction.

…

Remus is having the time of his life. Swinging upside down on trees, squeezing his bum into every burrow, and cannonballing into a lake to find an eensie weensie ancient trinket bracelet thing and the magic to neutralize the strengths of those who weld it. He was given sort of clear instructions by his close friend Janus, an idea of the whereabouts, and the sweet long morningstar to come with it.

Like any good friend, he lamented on a large stone, reeking of wet dog, cuddling his stick and staring at his reflection in the water, throwing small stones that emerged in the water at himself. It was going to be hard to earn his trust back, after what he did. One bracelet and he can have his weapon back instead of using a sad and sharp stick to murder monsters when he needs to, and of course, Janus’ unconditional love that he cherished more than anything. If only he could see how hard he is trying now.

Echoing through the thicket, a low whistle drew his attention, a call to warn him of his twin's return, in case Remus tried stabbing him.

“Back so late?”

“I have what we need, let's go,” Roman’s shoulders were unusually tense, Remus didn’t question it. Pulling out a large map to guide them out of the unfamiliar area.

“Want to make time for hunting feral werewolves or Rougaros?”

“Well, if only he thought about that on a night other than a full moon,”

“Boo, you’re such a bore. We can do both.”

Roman gasped, feigning annoyance. They crowd the map. Only a few paces north to reach Umbra, a magical spirited place, reachable by oak trees where Janus resided most of his time. The journey was easy however long it was, hopefully they could get back to do some proper werewolf hunting.

…

The confusing fuzziness began to emb. The bark was rough on his pounding head and scarred back, the tingling burn on the side of his face slowly reconstructing the skin, remembering how he ran away and the umbrella broke.

The hunter is nowhere in sight, he waited, and nothing came of it.

Virgil huffed, moving the umbrella folded neatly in his lap, flexing the panel, a large obnoxious ripe in the fold, great.

Moving along, he couldn’t believe the hunter let him go with only a mild headache. It could have been much worse. Dying wasn’t too far of an option. Probably sparring him out of pity, he wouldn’t doubt it. Virgil just wanted to leave the clearing.

His boot clinks, glaring down, a round metal bracelet under his foot. He reaches down, probably something the prince owned. He tries it for himself, a sudden wash of drowsiness and fatigue traveled from his arm, a scary amount of relaxation as he couldn’t see sharper or hear farther, he yanked it away shrieking.

He’d rather not touch it ever again, but maybe he really wanted to get back at the hunter, maybe repay him for not killing him, as pathetic as it sounds. He pocketed the bracelet and avoided touching it as he squeezed through the bushes, following an obvious trail left by its rightful owner.

…

The sunset started, yet the sky wasn’t fully darkened. Remus’ watch going off and being silenced immediately to watchfully and carefully listen to any howls from werewolves, ready to use his long stake for one they both heard close by. Whilst his brother preoccupied himself, Roman read the map, not surprised if they’ve been walking in circles for the past hour.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Remus took a peek over his shoulder.

“Of course,” he sighed, “We have a long way to go,” Remus held a manic grin, mussing, “Not too far, we can run there.”

“Too risky,” folding the map in his pocket, preparing to traverse first through the tight narrow trees, sticks stabbing his torso, through the rough patch then another path, passed the building, and arriving at the tree, Roman imagined it all going perfectly, hating chopping through the bark. A high pitched whistle turned his attention.

Remus froze, a finger over his lip. Roman stops moving, confused. While it might have been funny to see Roman become frazzled and get attacked by whatever growled in his ear, Janus would chastise him, and Roman would never forgive him. Roman looks petrified, a hand easing down, reaching for his sword.

Remus turns his head around, a black threatening wolf stalks behind them, big, with human eyes, a werewolf, staring at Remus through the trees, a far enough distance where they can run, the closeness of the trees restricting their movements, they decide to run.

Roman is ahead, breaking and hurting his arms as he hurls himself out of the forest.

Remus can’t breathe, he feels the warm breath and slobber on his legs, fighting, fight to get out, he jumps getting yanked by his leg, a sharp and tight bite on his ankle, he kicks its snout shouting, shielding his face, the long jaw chewing on his tough leather jacket, with no weapon but a stupid stick.

“Roman!” He punches, punching as hard as he can until Roman finally stabs it’s head. The wolf whimpered and cried, scattering away into the darkness.

“Are you ok?” Roman kneels down.

“Where were you?!”

“Remus-“

“You watch me get mauled by a wolf and ask me if I’M OK?!” Roman didn’t know how to respond.

“… Are you?” It quieted, Remus never got so frustrated before, it felt off.

“Sorry. I’m fine, check for bites,” Remus prompts his arm, rolling up the sleeve, Roman finds nothing but a tear in his jacket.

“All good, but your leg…” ominously, his boot is torn, notably a sliver of skin, Remus shrugs, pulling off his boot, no need to roll his socks, exposing a long nasty fresh bite on his ankle.

His heart sunk. Was— was he about to turn? No, no, they had until midnight, reach the Umbra and Janus will cure him before he feels anything.

Remus pushes his boot back on, unable to walk properly, letting Roman support his body with his arm on the path.

“Stay calm. You’re going to be fine, I promise,” it was beginning to turn dark.

Doubt seeped in.

“How much longer?”

“Just a bit, past the building, near the tree.”

Remus starts laughing, “Imagine me turning and ripping into your face, blood everywhere, then both of us wouldn’t make it with Janus’ stupid pendent.”

“Don’t think like that,” Remus was silenced for a moment, giving Roman time to check his wrist for the bracelet. All the rest is bare skin.

He lost it.

“… I don’t have the pendent anymore.”

Remus starts to laugh hysterically, Roman jostles him, “Hey, it doesn’t mean anything. Who cares about the pendent, we need to get you someplace safe.”

He hurries his pace, and Remus goes uncharacteristically quiet.

Numb, unconsciously going from zero to hundred, to hearing every chirp, creak, snap, Roman’s booming echoing voice and his own, to utter nothing. His ankle hot flashes every now and again, aching, throbbing, and in need of rest. Remus should have suggested Roman cut off his ankle in favor of ridding him from turning into.. a werewolf, slowly starting to accept that to be his reality, and how unsafe Roman would be once he does.

He needed to get away from him, away, run, limp as fast as he could.

Remus gently loosens his grip then pulls away from Roman, “Remus! What are you doing?”

He couldn’t let Roman get hurt, or bitten.

Roman holds him in a tight embrace, Remus scratches his face instead, straying away from the path running and half limping, going through a narrow path to lose his trace.

Roman covers his bleeding cheek, regaining his focus and chasing after Remus, weaving through the deep forest, his footsteps getting further away, lost to the wind of the woods. He continued forward. Sighting the large building in the distance, reaching the gate and the entrance to the abandoned boarding school from the map, left slightly ajar, pushing through and closing behind him, an air of death and a bone chilling cold, as if something invisible watched him, the place abandoned for years.

The caved in roof glowed the full moon's light on Remus, curled into himself stomach growling, he is a physical ball collapsed in the room, barely holding himself together. Roman slowly whistles, and kneels, rubbing a comforting circle on his back. Remus looked up to him, his eyes more navelly green and sharp, but he smiled a toothy sharp grin upon seeing him, contracting in pain again, shriveling.

He shushes, calms him down, doesn't let his emotions get to him. They can prevent this from happening.

The door creaks open. He can hear Remus’ breath hitch, the animalistic panic in his eyes, no, he rubs more circles and stares at a surprised and concerned figure, in all black and gray, a broken umbrella in his hands.

He’s going to kill that vampire.

He rushes as fast as he can to not disturb Remus any further, “V, what are you doing here!?”

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” V backed into the loud door cowering, the bracelet held in his hand snatched from him, “You had this?” Roman couldn’t believe it.

“Leave now,” Roman couldn’t stress enough how in much in danger he was there.

“I wanted to-“

Roman grabbed his neck scruff, pulling out his stake, “Go, I mean it or I will make you!” V’s eyes widened, about to protest or argue.

A large crack interrupted the room, turning around, Remus’ hand was covered in fur, nails sharpening into claws, ears pointing and morphing, screaming in agony, Roman couldn’t look away. Roman lets go, stepping closer, V holds his shoulder, preventing him as his clothes ripped and his back arched of brown fur, except for a silver streak.

(Wolf?) Remus growled, he couldn’t recognize him, and he was stalking towards them as if they were a fresh meal.

“Truce?”

“Truce.”

Wolf Remus snarls and bites the air, they dodge out of the way. Roman held the handle of his sword, but he didn’t feel the urge to pull it out, even with a hungry, feral, and vicious wolf lunging at him, he used his fists, barely able to miss Remus from biting him, scratching him instead. He’s too large, it’s too easy to let him overpower. He couldn’t hurt him, but he needed to defend himself, he took out the stake… he couldn’t do it.

V pushed Remus from attacking Roman again, but dazing him for a bit, “Look, I know that’s your twin, but you are going to need to wake up right now or he is going to have to live with the fact that he murdered his own brother!!” V yelled, bringing all of his attention to him, toying with Remus, giving Roman time to readjust his focus.

Virgil jumps out of the way of Remus’ lunge on the opposite side of the room, letting one of the twins think over his options, to which they barely had any left. He had no inkling of what to do, other than distract Remus until morning, his stamina during the night was exponentially better, yet he could tell he was already losing his focus and Roman would be bit, skilled hunter or not.

At that moment, he remembered the numbness and tingling feeling of the bracelet, making him more powerless than he’d remembered in a long time. It seemed him and the hunter had a similar idea.

“V pin him down!!” Roman waved the bracelet in the air, along with gaining the wolf’s attention. Virgil sprints towards the doorway, gripping his abandoned umbrella, jumping on the wolf's back and blinding him with its leftover remnants. He wiggles and snarls trying to throw him off, a hand on his snout, torso, lightly stepping on his leg and balancing himself.

Roman rushed over, pinning the furry pastern, sliding on the jewelry, holding it in place until it took effect. His escaping efforts faded into slow breathing, enough Virgil removed his blindfold and respectfully removed his strong hands and feet from pinning him, almost lulled to peaceful sleep. It took a long time but then he stopped moving into a slumber.

V and Roman shared a deep breath of relief as they waited until morning.

…

During the night, Virgil and Princey were careful to make a makeshift bed for the werewolf, they debated keeping watch, neither were too comfortable with watching the others sleep and letting the other watch over them, collectively deciding to stay up most of the night.

Virgil zipped up his jacket, needing to leave early to avoid the sun and any prolonged interact with the twins bound to end in despair, seeing the Prince succumbed to sleep either way, he tiptoed to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Prince stared at him, somewhat close to the exit, standing up.

He sighed, “I have to leave before the sun rises, since someone ruined my umbrella,” the hunter blushed in embarrassment, “I apologize for that.”

V couldn’t stop thinking, if he didn’t intrude, he never would have caused such a butterfly effect.

“Look, I feel like a major jerk. Here,” Roman thought he must have been glaring. V rummaged through his pocket, he pulled out a lavender paper colored roll, “What’s this?”

“Wolfsbane bandages, it’ll heal your wounds and his so.. yeah,” V awkwardly walked to open the door.

“V, or, whatever your name is, thank you. Don’t let me catch you,” they shared a smile, the dark of the night beginning to lighten.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

He probably was going to regret this.

“My name… is Virgil,” he noticed the hunter's eyes widen before softening again, mentally assessing the name and accepting it.

“See you around.. Virgil.”

He gave a military salute, “See you Princey.”

He closed the door behind him.

…

The next day in Umbra

Remus felt completely fine, a sore throat and a headache, along with a few bruises cooled by the bandages the hot and mysterious vampire they’ve been hunting for months, given to Roman while he was out cold, were his only issues.

“You can’t move in your state darling. I know it’s going to be impossible. You’re the best couch potato I know, why don’t you stay for a few days?” Janus tried convincing him to remain hostage in Umbra, surprisingly Roman agreed.

The calm and alluring waves of Umbra smoothened his muscles, the hot chamomile tea mixed with potion infusion Janus brewed eased his ribs, and Roman checked on him every now and then while he laid on bed rest. Roman didn’t talk much about what Remus did as a werewolf, his memory went blank, he barely remembered that he had even gone inside the boarding school without one of Roman’s passing comments. But he knew did remember Roman happy to see him awake.

His eyes blared open, blinking ever so slightly to a ruined ceiling laying on the floor. Remus was running, his ankle throbbed, he found a gate, then…

“Remus?” Remus was running away from Roman, he was about to turn into a werewolf.

He hummed in response, the blankets enfolded with his naked body were ragged but warm.

“How are you feeling?” he tilted his head.

Remus grinned, “I’ve never been better.”

...

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #creativitwins #platonic prinxiety #platonic dukexiety #sanders sides fanfiction #:) #tw blood #werewolves #murder mention #tssoctobersubmission2023 #i hope i did this justice

[creative-lampd-liberties]

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Light angst and hurt/comfort. Gratuitous Holiday fluff. Mentions of ducking out. Hugging. Mild gore and language typical of Remus. Brotherly Dukexiety and Creativitwins and Platonic Prinxiety.

Summary: A little clearing the air on what it means to be a brother, by circumstance or by choice.

For my giftee @anxiouslyfred I really hope you enjoy it 💜

@sanderssidesgiftxchange

#sanders sides gift exchange #tss fic #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #platonic prinxiety #creativitwins #platonic dukexiety

[roadtripshenanigans]

god being an age regressor and doing a road trip is so fuckin annoying shkfkfjd like its nice that i literally have my entire group of caregivers with me at all times but like,,,, i don’t wanna be annoying shfkfkdjdjd -virgil

#i cant believe im saying this on the internet but here we are #ooc tags: #sanders sides #ts agere #drlamp #creativitwins #ts platonic agere #ts familial agere #road trip bois