#qpp prinxiety

[logarhythm-bees]

To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 1

When Roman had pulled his brother aside after dinner, asking him to keep the resident lovebirds out of the way - Logan, Patton, and Janus in layman's terms- out of the way the next morning so he could have some alone time with Virgil, he’d been expecting Remus to act relatively normal about it. Invite them to play a particularly weapon-themed board game, or force them to make slime with him, potentially even bounce around ideas together. Something simple.

What Roman does not anticipate–but in hindsight, really should have, considering “simple” is a word that Remus typically tries to keep out of his vocabulary–is for Remus to kidnap Janus and leave them a cryptic note sending them on a winding quest through the imagination to find him. Roman isn’t seeing a chance to talk to Virgil alone as planned, everyone’s got tension they’re not quite ready to address, and Janus is missing. Oh, and Thomas comes on the quest too.

Bonds are re-found, re-forged, and re-evaluated, and Janus has a fun time at the Mindscape’s best-worst mind palace tea party.

Table of Contents | Chapter Two

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The clouds overhead open up For the wicked and just all the same And lay low the hills, so to fill Every valley and vale to the brim

-Oh Sleeper, The Oh Hellos

In hindsight, Roman should have seen this coming.

The six sides had met up for dinner, Patton’s original spaghetti (and garlic bread!) recipe simmering on the stove when they all showed up in the mindscape’s common area. As they all took their seats at the table, Roman sat himself between Remus and Virgil. Dinner in recent times had been tense–Logan and Patton had entered a relationship, which had Roman and Virgil hoping that things would improve between their group–but soon they invited Janus into their relationship too, and the division between the sides widened even further. Roman and Virgil, sore from what Janus had done to them, began to separate themselves from Logan and Patton, and they seemed to drift away in return, yearning for their friends back but not wanting to force themselves back into their space before they were ready. Janus, too, cloaked in his secrets and hidden away from them, was not ready yet to try to build any sort of positive bond with them again. 

Remus, caught in the middle of it all, didn’t seem to mind his role as the new mindscape mediator–mostly because he did not mediate at all besides smashing things and talking about organs and generally doing things that would allow the other sides to agree on something, which was that he needed to calm down a little bit.

Dinner passed mostly in awkward silence, Patton and Logan trying to initiate friendly conversation and being met with curt answers from Virgil, and Remus occasionally interjecting with topics that were not appropriate for the dinner table and being politely reprimanded by one of the others. 

Roman, however, had tuned mostly out of the conversation. Inside his head, he was fighting a struggle of his own. In his distancing from Logan and Patton, he had grown closer to Virgil than ever, and realized something that had shaken his world. He loved Virgil. The swell in his chest was bigger than it had ever been before, his face warm from smiling after the time they spent together. The adoration in his heart was becoming ignorable, and he couldn’t be around Virgil without thinking of love, love, love.

There was something about it, though, that seemed so uncertain. He loved Virgil, no doubt about it, but saying he was in love with Virgil seemed–wrong, somehow.

He had decided, though, that he wanted to tell Virgil. Maybe when he confessed, it would make sense, and he and Virgil would be in love with each other and kiss and live happily ever after and ride off to the sunset on a horse while an orchestra swelled in the background.

Okay, maybe the horse thing was a little bit overzealous. But the rest of it was a foolproof idea. He wanted Virgil to know. Even if Virgil didn’t reciprocate–which Roman really hoped he did–maybe hearing it aloud would help him untie the strange knot of feelings in his stomach.

How to go about it, though? He could show up at his door with flowers–No, Virgil got too anxious about the flowers dying. Writing him a letter? No–letters could be misinterpreted so easily, and he didn’t want Virgil to think it was some sort of prank, or misunderstand the letter’s intention. Maybe a picnic?

A picnic sounded wonderful, honestly.

Roman smiled to himself. It was a great plan! He would throw a picnic for Virgil to tell him his feelings, and-

“Roman? Roman, you there?”

-they would get to spend some time alone, finally. Away from a certain trio.

Roman looked up to Patton as he called his name. Patton looked at him, head tilted in concern and a considering expression on his face. “Are you okay? You’ve barely eaten.”

Roman flinched. What business of it was Patton’s what Roman was getting up to in his head? 

None, that’s what.

“I’m just fine,” Roman said, sharpness like swords laced in his tongue, and a hurt look crossed Patton’s features. Roman only felt a little bit bad.

Janus looked at Roman, who only scowled more as he shoved a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. Patton’s cooking was one of his favorite things, normally, but now something sat so bitter on his tongue. 

What good was it being made with love, if none of it was meant for him?

Roman slumped in his chair, fighting back the tears that stung in the corners of his eyes. There was a weight on his lap, suddenly, and his eyes flickered to the source of it, tears becoming harder to hold when he recognized Virgil’s hand, palm up for Roman to hold if he wanted.

Roman took it, squeezing it gently, and Virgil turned to look at him in his peripheral vision, something so soft in his expression that it made Roman feel, for a moment, that everything would be okay. He ran his thumb over Virgil’s nails, painted black that shone purple in the light, rather a lot like him.

Managing to bring himself away from the tears with Virgil’s (kind, kind and brave Virgil) hand touching his own, Roman looked down at his plate and stabbed another mouthful of spaghetti with his fork as the table fell quiet for the remainder of the meal and the gears in Roman’s head started turning again. By the time he had finished his spaghetti and (admittedly, delicious, not that he was ready to say that to Patton) garlic bread, Roman had a very simple four-techinally-five-step plan.

Step one: 

Get Remus to distract the other sides for the morning so Roman and Virgil would be uninterrupted.

Step two:

Set up a nice picnic for the both of them.

Step three:

Invite Virgil to breakfast in the living room.

Step four:

Confess. 

Step five (optional):

Kiss Virgil, or invite him on another date maybe.

It was foolproof! Right?

Right.

As the sides stood up from the table, collecting their dishes and returning them to the sink, Roman followed a little ways behind Remus. As the other sides headed to their rooms for the night, Roman caught Remus’s arm, and did something very dumb. “I need your help,” Roman asked.

Remus grinned.

“Tomorrow,” Roman started, “I want to invite Virgil to a picnic, here in the mind palace. I don't want Logan, Patton and Janus to see and interrupt. Can you maybe keep them out of the way?” He paused. “Preferably non-violently?”

Remus’s eyebrows raised and he snickered a little bit. “Finally getting your act together, are ya, Ramen?” He inspected his nails overdramatically in an act to be nonchalant, carefully looking at the edges of the chewed black paint and acrylic plastic. 

“Roman,” Roman said indignantly. “Close enough,” said Remus, rolling his eyes and waving a hand at Roman flippantly. “Alright, I’ll bite.” He smiled, showing off a beam of sharper-than-average teeth. “Literally if they let me!” He closed his mouth, smirking and squinting, looking rather a lot like a shark, or a piranha inspecting its prey. “But what’s in it for me?”

Roman sighed.

“Here,” he mumbled, pulling a crumpled dollar bill out of his pocket. “The one and only mindscape dollar. Do with it what you please, but please don’t destroy it or do anything weird to it, Patton will cry.”

Remus grabbed it out of his hand with a hunger, inspecting it like a bloodhound for a moment and then holding it up to the light and cackling. “Oh, that’s the real thing alright! You’ve got yourself a deal.” He brought his hand up to his mouth, about to spit in it, but Roman very quickly snatched it away to shake it. “We can make an agreement just fine without any…unsanitary substances,” Roman said, grimacing, giving Remus’s hand another firm shake before quickly pulling it away before he could try anything else. 

“But it’s so much more fun,” Remus groaned, flopping onto Roman’s shoulder, who quickly shoved him off. “If you say so,” Roman replied, dusting off his costume.

“I do!” Remus grinned. “And speaking of fun, I’m gonna go snort some crushed-up Warheads with your precious dollar bill!” Remus waved it around, sniffing it and wafting the air around it like it was a particularly fancy glass of wine. He laughed again, rubbing the dollar on his face. Roman cringed, but let out a breath and started towards his room. “Have fun with that,” he sighed, taking the first step onto the stairs. “But don’t forget, I’m not giving that to you for free.”

“Oh, I won’t forget it,” Remus laughed, and then he winked at Roman, and before Roman could question what his brother might mean by that he had disappeared from the kitchen and sunk out to his room.

“Weirdo,” Roman said, rolling his eyes, but smiling to himself as he went to his room and got ready for bed. Staring at his ceiling with his head on his pillow, he tried, bouncing around the excitement in his chest, to get himself to sleep.

Remus couldn’t phase him from this. He had big plans tomorrow, after all.

#lomoceit #logicaliciet #prinxiety #qpp prinxiety #to unearth and back again

[soysaucevictim]

I decided to sketch this instead of sleeping.

But here’s the Gymrat!Sides’ height comparisons (in their workout get-ups)... I’m just amused that Patton is the tallest and Remus is the shortest here. :,D

Yeah. I’m not dead yet, just busy adulting and being too drained to get creative as much as I want to be...

#sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #gymrat au #pixel spill #(also everyone is aro and/or ace in this au except for pat) #(logan is aroace + Remus allo-ace + virgil demisexual = qpp) #(roman + jan are aroallo = in a qpp/sexual relationship) #(pats allo on both axes but is more like the Dad Friend of the grp and is platonic friends w/ everyone) #(patton has basically adopted the twins and virgil in this au) #(ro is a himbo and remus is lil shit... as it all should be) #(okay i gotta work on that platonic prinxiety fic i started before month's over... but probably gotta sleep on it)

[rose-coloured-prince]

The Couch is Comfier With You On It

Word Count: 402

Pairing: QPR Prinxiety

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: food mention, staying up late?, death mention, suffocation mention,

Summary: Virgil is really fucking tired. Or Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one's special.

This is for @quietlypondering 's WTIYS that I had alot of fun writing!!

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It wasn't surprising when you blinked your eyes open (though they wished they were still shut) only to squint box of moving colours in front of you. It was late and you weren't out for too long. You think. You and your qpp had been laying here for hours.

You wouldn't have it any other way, your mind whispers as you nuzzle into his chest. Reaching your hand up to run your dark inky nails over the once-gold graphic on his tee, now hued indigo. You remember the animated performance of nonsensical (well, only at 4 something in the morning) dancing and singing colours. Gazing emptily, you try to focus but you're just not there.

There's a tightness around your waist and mumbling. You're given a forehead kiss before the legs braided with yours unravels and the arm at your waist leaves and has you feeling unsecure. Then, he slips out from underneath you leaving you on the couch.

Sinking.

The couch melts away and you're sinking into the cushions. You're only conscious. Not awake. So, escaping from this death trap he's left you to suffer seemed impossible.

The lack of warmth wasn't exactly motivating either.

He giggled.

How sadistic. Laughing at your inevitable suffocating death.

He lifts you out of the quicksand cushioning. Be pulled from the dormant consciousness when the smallest spark of energy ignites from the warmest hands on your cheeks. Hum. You hum like a machine activating and your main, and only, source of power is him. His hands fall to yours and he pulls you off the couch.

"Do you trust me?" Then the words echoed.

"What," echoed again.

"Do you trust me?" The recognizable colours glowing from behind mock him. Of course you do.

"...yes," is what you say instead.

Even in the dark, his somehow shining smile grows wider as he spins you. While humming the song playing from the magic rainbow box, you two swing your arms to the melody and step over and on discarded, spilled popcorn and trying to not trip over pillows and blankets. You chucked softly.

The quick two minutes go by and you yawn as he pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes fall shut once more. He picks you up to lay with you on the couch again. You start to dream of another place but who needs a whole new world when yours is right here.

#erriwrites #write this in your style #wtiys #prinxiety #queerplatonic prinxiety #qpp prinxiety #queerplatonic #sanders sides #roman sanders #ts roman #virgil sanders #ts virgil #thomas sanders #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #ts fic #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #i love writing in 2nd person #but i can only write it kinda poetic-y #idk #i love how this came out #i hope you enjoy it Ro

[vindicatedvirgil]

only fools rush in / part eight: of flowers and freeing words

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

TW: sexual innuendo (thanks, Remus), mention of hospital visit, mentions of cancer/chronic illness, VERY vague mentions of domestic abuse, vague mentions of sex, cursing, anxiety attack

chapter summary: Patton reflects on his relationship with Remus, his friendship with Logan, and just... everything.

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Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

-

Patton wasn’t sure if he believed in fate. Sure, his mom would read him fairytales as a kid and he hoped that someday, he would find where he was meant to be. But he had worked hard to get where he was, taking care of his mom when she got sick, helping to run the flower shop all throughout high school and helping when he could now that he was in college. Everyone he had dated in the past always felt… like a background character, or one of those characters in video games that you only really deal with for one quest and then you don’t see them ever again. A part of his journey, yes, but not someone to join him on the rest of his journey.

And then he met Remus. Remus, who was so unlike anyone he had ever dated, who looked at Patton like he held all of the stars in his hands, who held him so gently after their moments of intimacy that Patton almost felt like a porcelain doll, so fragile, so ready to break in the hands of the person who he loved so dearly, as long as Remus was happy.

It had all happened so quickly; from the moment they met, Patton was in it. Their first date was unlike any other he had ever had, because they both broke down their walls. And as they grew to know each other more, as they progressed physically and emotionally, Patton wanted more and more to believe that Remus was the one he was made for. That, perhaps, Patton Hart, in his mother’s womb all those years ago, was being crafted just so that he could be held tenderly by Remus Creative. 

He didn’t want to lose that. He couldn’t bear the thought of it falling apart; perhaps that was why he reacted so negatively to what Roman did during the power outage. For the first time in his life, Patton had something that he was terrified to lose other than his mother, Logan, and the flower shop. And even though Roman was one of his best friends, maybe especially so, he couldn’t bear the idea that the theater major would get in the way of what was, in Patton’s mind, meant to be.

It haunted his every thought, though. When he curled in Remus’ arms, the fresh afterglow settling above both of them, when he sat in his child development classes, when he cut the stems off of the flowers in the shop, it was all he could think of: Roman’s letter. And now he felt guilty for holding this grudge over him, but he didn’t know how to resolve things; until he realized that opening night of the musical was coming up.

-

“Hi, Mama,” Patton said, stepping into the flower shop, Remus in tow. “How are you today?” She swept him up into his arms, pressing kisses into his hair and on his cheeks.

“Much better now that you’re here, darling.” Her eyes fluttered over to Remus, who smiled, holding his hand out, but she pushed it aside and brought him into the hug as well. “Remus, you look very nice.” Remus glanced down at his outfit; he was wearing his dark green suit and had his hair brought back into a bun; it was the opening night of the play and they were making a quick stop before going to see it.

“Thank you, Ms. Hart.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before stepping away to look at some roses, allowing time for Patton to explain what he needed.

“Yellow roses, Mama. For friendship,” he said thoughtfully, glancing at the vase he had dropped off with her the other day. “The usual fillers are good, though.” He fidgeted with the ends of his pink skirt a little bit. He had also dressed nicely; it was almost like he and Remus had decided to cosplay as Elphaba and Glinda. Patton wore white pumps, a white shirt with a sparkly bow tie was tucked into the skirt, and some sparkly tights. Remus had nearly dragged him into the bedroom when they met up at the apartment earlier. That would have to wait until later, though, because Patton didn’t want to miss a single moment of the musical. 

-

Patton cheered louder than anyone for Roman, even louder than Remus (which… seemed impossible, but he managed to do it). The only person who rivaled his deafening cries was Janus, who beamed with joy and proudness whenever Virgil was on stage. And even Logan had to brush a few tears from his eyes at the end of the musical, when the entire audience stood and cheered as soon as Roman stepped out into the curtain call.

After the curtain call ended, Janus, Logan, Remus, and Patton stood expectantly where they knew Virgil and Roman would be coming out. Janus held the bouquet for Virgil, and Patton had the one for Roman. They stood there for a while, watching as families and friends greeted the actors and then left, and soon it was quiet.

“Where are they?” Patton asked hesitantly, and he shared a worried look with Janus. “Do you think Virgil had another anxiety attack?”

“They’re probably just fucking,” Remus muttered, his hands snaking around Patton’s waist, leaning down to press his lips to his earlobe. “Exactly what I’ll be doing to you later tonight, little flower.”

“Re!” Patton flushed hard, batting away Remus with his free hand. Janus smirked, a low chuckle escaping as he watched the encounter with the two. “You keep making moves like that and you’ll get nothing but a door in your face tonight.” Patton was teasing, of course, but Remus stepped back, a hand clapping on Logan’s shoulder as the two discussed a project they had in a mutual class.

Finally, Roman and Virgil stepped out of the green room, their hands intertwined. They were both cleaned of their makeup and costumes, and it occurred to them all that since the two were dressed in intricate costumes and makeup for the tin man and the scarecrow that it would take them a little bit longer to finish cleaning up. Janus moved first, scooping Virgil into a big hug, murmuring how proud he was and complimenting his work. Patton stepped up to Roman hesitantly, holding out the bouquet of flowers.

“You did amazing, Ro,” he said quietly, smiling up at his friend, whose eyes brimmed with tears. Roman took the vase with flowers, then set them on an empty table before hugging Patton tightly, sobbing into the smaller man’s shoulder. “Hey, shh, it’s alright. We’re okay, Ro.” As the two hugged tightly, he felt a pat on his shoulder, and glanced to see Logan, smiling brightly, but shaking his head, as if to say ‘you idiots, I love you.’

“Get in here, nerd,” Roman muttered before pulling the smartest of the three into their hug. Patton didn’t know how long the three stood there for, but when they pulled away, Janus was still hugging Virgil tight. Remus gave Roman a brief hug.

“Proud of you, bro. Though I still say the medieval play in high school was your best,” the mustached twin said, and a look of realization crossed Roman’s features.

“You… saw that play?” he asked, and Remus nodded, confused. “Mom and Dad said you didn’t want to go.”

“I sat in the back corner, but I was so proud of you, Bro-man.” Remus smirked at the nickname he had used in the past for his brother, and Roman laughed, pulling his twin in for another hug. “You did awesome tonight.” Patton apparently had snapped a photo of the pair hugging with his polaroid camera, and thus entered the struggle over who would get to put it on the fridge.

Janus won that fight.

-

Patton sat alone at one of the tables in the schoolyard, his brown paper bag full of goodies that his mom made sure to include. It was scary, starting in a new school halfway through the year, and all of the other kids made fun of the flowers he brought in for his new teacher. Then they made fun of him for wearing a pink sweater, for his big round glasses, and for having long hair that his mom had put into a bun for him that morning before he got on the bus.

So, there he was, second grade, sitting all alone. He didn’t mind, because he knew that when he got home, he’d see his mom, and they’d be safe.

“What are you doing?” A voice said from beside him. He looked up to see a boy with square glasses, neatly combed hair, a polo shirt, and a tie. Patton remembered him as the boy who answered all of the questions during the science part of their class. “This is my table.”

“O-Oh… I’m sorry. I just… didn’t have anywhere else to sit.” Patton looked down, trying to hold in his tears. He didn’t want to be known as the kid who cried on his first day at the school, and his mom always knew when he’d been crying. “I’m s-so sorry…” The other boy sighed, sliding into the seat across from him and setting a book down.

“It’s fine, just stay quiet so I can read, okay Patton Hart?” he asked, and Patton looked up at him through teary eyes.

“Y-You know my name?” His voice was shaky, and he slid his glasses up to sit in his hair so he could wipe his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. The other boy nodded.

“You’re the new kid. You have a frog backpack and a notebook with a kitten on it,” the boy said matter-of-factly. “A little bit frivolous, but if it’s what you enjoy, then there is no harm there.”

“Fribolous?” Patton asked, giggling. “You use a lot of big words.” The other boy sighed again, adjusting his glasses.

“Yes. Frivolous. F-R-I-V-O-L-O-U-S. It’s something that does not have any serious purpose or value,” he explained, and Patton nodded, face deep in thought.

“You know that underwater sea animal, porpoise?”

“I am aware of them, yes. Why do you ask?” he asked, and Patton giggled, having thought of the perfect pun.

“So… if I put a porpoise with serious guy glasses and a tie on my notebook… would it stop being fribolous?” He giggled all the way through his joke, and the other boy groaned.

“That was… awful. Why did you do that?”

“I thought it would be funny,” Patton said, sinking down a little. “D-Do you not like jokes?�� He thought about his father, who never made any jokes around him. Who glared at Patton whenever the jokes came out of the small boy.

“I do not think that they lead to important discussions, is all,” he explained, and Patton nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich. Then realization struck.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. I’m Logan Crofters.”

-

As the weeks passed, Patton stayed sitting at Logan’s table, dishing out puns whenever necessary but mostly asking Logan about different kinds of science-related things. He liked the way that Logan explained things; he made a lot more sense than their teacher, sometimes.

“Am I bothering you?” Patton asked one day. He had slid over his grapes to Logan, who was munching on them between reading paragraphs from a book about frogs. 

“What?”

“Am I annoying?”

“No, Patton. you’re not annoying.” Logan seemed a bit exasperated with the question, but he answered it anyway.

“Are we friends?” Patton’s eyes were focused on Logan, it had been so long since he had a friend that wasn’t his mom or one of his many stuffed animals.

“Oh. Um… I don’t know. I’ve never had a friend before.” Logan’s response was curt, and Patton’s jaw dropped.

“What!?” He jumped up from where he was sitting, then ran over to sit next to Logan. “Can I be your best friend, then??”

“Um. Sure?”

“Yay!” He wrapped his arms around Logan tightly.

-

Logan ran into the waiting room of the hospital, finding Patton sitting on a chair, his head in his hands. He approached him quickly, a hand instinctively going to his best friend’s back. “I got here as soon as I could, is she okay?”

“She collapsed, Lo. I just… She went into the back to rinse off the new roses, and when I went to check on her… she was on the ground.” Patton leaned into Logan’s shoulder, tears staining the polo shirt he was wearing. “The doctors say... it might have come back, but they’re running tests.”

“She’s in good hands, Pat. I’m going to text my parents and let them know that I’ll be here with you until she goes home, okay? And then I can be there for you.” Logan’s phone was in his hand, and he sent a quick text.

“Tell me something logical, please,” Patton whispered once the two were seated together, hands twisted together, Patton’s head on Logan’s shoulder.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and just got a nod in return. “Well… logically speaking, a bee should not be physically able to fly–”

“Lo!” Patton was giggling, his grip tightening on Logan’s hand. “You know me so well. Thank you.”

-

The morning after opening night of the musical, Patton entered the apartment, yawning. He didn’t get much sleep thanks to Remus, and he was hoping to take a nap before delving into studying for his final exams. When he entered the apartment, he found Logan sitting at the kitchen table, papers spread out in front of him.

“Hey, Lo. No Janus?” he asked, glancing around. Logan shook his head.

“He went home a while ago. Roman and Virgil are still in bed, though,” he explained, stretching his arms up. “Did you have a good time with Remus last night?” Patton’s face reddened at the question, and he nodded. “Does Hannah like him?”

It still caught Patton off guard whenever Logan referred to his mom by her first name, but they had been friends for almost fifteen years, so of course it made sense. Logan could call her mom, too, if he wanted to. He was there whenever Patton needed him, whenever she had a doctor’s appointment that Patton couldn’t drive her to because someone needed to look after the store.

Patton wondered why Logan did all of this. Sometimes he thought back to that time when he asked him if they were friends, all the way back when they were first getting to know each other. And Patton, little Patton, just… proclaimed them as best friends. Did he shoehorn Logan into their friendship so that he could never branch out?

No, that couldn’t be true, because Logan joined debate and chess and academic decathlon in high school, but still spent all of his free time with Patton. And even once Roman and Janus and now Virgil and Remus entered their lives, he still regarded Patton as one of his best friends.

“Hey, you look like you’re having some troubling thoughts, Patton. Want to talk about them?” Logan’s voice was pulling him back into the present, and he nodded, sitting on one of the stools. He was quiet for a bit, though, and Logan kept writing some notes down until Patton finally started talking again.

“Are you just my best friend out of convenience? Because I claimed you so early on and never really had any other friends? Do you just… stay my friend out of pity?” Patton was looking down until he felt Logan’s hand on his back, and then a laugh came from the usually stoic man.

“Patton, you’re my best friend because everyone else is annoying. If I didn’t want to be your friend I wouldn’t be, you’re a lot to deal with but I’ve been dealing with you for fifteen years and I plan on dealing with you for many more.” Logan’s voice was serious, and Patton could tell that he meant what he was saying. He leaned into Logan, wrapping his arms around his best friend.

“Thanks, Lo. Love ya.”

“Love you too, Pat.”

-

Patton’s arm burned, but in a good way. Underneath the plastic he could see the vibrant colors of his very first tattoo, his mother’s favorite flower and a bee sitting on its petals, to remind him of Logan. He didn’t tell anyone that he was getting it, not even Logan, so when he got home to find Logan sitting at the kitchen table doing homework while talking to his mom, he was surprised.

“Lo? What are you doing here?” he asked, putting his arm behind his back so neither of them could see. He kissed his mother on the cheek before sitting on one of the chairs beside them.

“I came by to study but Hannah said that you went out for something,” Logan explained, pushing his glasses up further on his nose.

“What did you do, baby?” his mother asked, glancing at him carefully. He was still hiding his arm, but he smiled and brought it out, settling it on the table.

“I uh, I got a tattoo, Mama,” Patton said hesitantly. She looked at it carefully, smiling a little bit. “A sunflower. Your favorite.” Logan eyed the tattoo as well, nodding in understanding. “To celebrate you beating the cancer again.”

“Patton, will you take me to get a tattoo?” Logan’s voice was there suddenly, and the two Harts looked at him with surprised expressions.

“Lo, you… want a tattoo?”

“I want to get a constellation tattooed on my shoulder. The one that was in the sky on the day we became best friends.”

-

Patton leaned into Remus’ side, the taller man’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. They were at the cafe, the others having gone home long ago to study or sleep, but the couple stayed long after, chatting with Remy whenever he brought them over refills on their drinks or small pastries. Remus’ grip got a little tighter around Patton each time he shone his signature bright smile at the barista, earning a soft thigh squeeze from the smaller man and a kiss on the cheek. Maybe that was why he did it; not because he was worried about Patton flirting, but because his boyfriend always comforted him with those delicate touches and sweet kisses. 

The bell above the door to the cafe rang gently as a few men stepped in. Remus glanced out of the corner of his eye at them, and he thought his heart would stop. “Shit,” he muttered, looking down, earning a confused squeak from Patton. “Shit, we need to go. Right now.” Patton glanced over at the group of men, all dressed in leather, covered in tattoos and piercings, evil smirks on their faces as they noticed Remus.

“Do you know them?” Patton asked softly, and Remus buried his face into the other’s shoulder, a small note of truth escaping his mouth. “Are they…?” He didn’t need to finish the sentence. Patton wasn’t a fool; he could tell by Remus’ body language and the way he tensed up that this was the group of boys he had spent time with in high school. “I’ll go pay our tab, will you be okay?” Remus said nothing but gripped onto Patton tighter, shaking his head.

“Remus Creative,” one of the voices said, dark and gritty, and Remus cringed, looking up at him. Him. “Looks like you found yourself a precious pansy, hm?”

“Fuck off,” his voice was weak, trembling, and the memories of those eyes tore through him. 

“Aw, don’t worry, kitten, he’ll tire of you soon enough and you won’t have to deal with his voices and crude comments,” another one said, and Patton considered lunging at him, but held back, because Remus was trembling beside him. 

“Everything alright, babes?” Remy was there, thank god, and Patton smiled sweetly at him, taking his debit card out of his pocket.

“Can we pay off our tab, please, Remy? We have to get going,” Patton said, his eyes flickering from the barista to the men, and a wave of understanding seemed to cross Remy’s face, who nodded and took the card, going back to the counter speedily.

“Running away again, Remus?” That voice asked again, and the mustached man shuddered, unable to look away from the grimace on his face. “You were always so good at that.” Patton’s frown deepened, and he glared at the man. “Aw, are you going to try to defend him, little kitten? Trying to be so cool with those floral tattoos–”

“I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!” Remus was standing, his fists clenched, glaring at the men. Patton scrambled to his feet, a hand gripping the back of Remus’ jacket. Remy reappeared, handing the debit card to Patton, placing himself between Remus and the group of men.

“Alright, boys. Get out. You’re not welcome here if you’re going to torment some of my best customers.” His voice was firm, and they all glanced at the ‘Manager’ title on his name tag. “I don’t want to have to call the authorities. Get. Out.” The group scrambled out the door, the bell clanging almost annoying to the three, and Patton’s arms were around Remus.

“Hey, you okay, babe?” he asked, feeling his taller boyfriend shaking, his head low. “Shh, it’s okay, everything is okay, we’re okay.”

“Are you babes gonna be okay?” Remy asked, still standing there, arms crossed as he watched the group of men outside in deep discussion. 

“Thank you, Remy,” Remus finally spoke, his voice still low. “If you hadn’t stepped in… I might have done something I’d regret.” Remy smiled, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, no one messes with my babes like that,” he said before going back to behind the counter. Patton’s lips were against Remus’ cheek, grounding him.

“Let’s go, Re.”

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Remus woke up, feeling Patton’s arms around him loosely. The smaller man was snoring softly, and Remus smiled, carding his fingers through the fading pink hair. When they got back to his bedroom last night, he needed to be grounded, and Patton was there, being gentle and soft, his hands and lips all over his body until Remus felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. 

Patton groaned a bit in his sleep, stretching his arms and legs, his eyes fluttering open to meet Remus’. “Hi,” he said softly, his voice heavy with sleepiness. “Morning, little flower,” Remus said, leaning down to press a stinky-mouthed kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Thank you for last night.”

“Oh. Of course, honey. Anything for you,” he said quietly, but Remus could tell something was on his mind. “What did they mean by… you tiring of me, or running away?”

“Before you… I never really had a… committed partner. I’d run at the first hint that things were getting serious, when they said those words, I ran,” Remus explained, looking down. “But… that’s not going to happen with you, Patton. You mean so much to me, you’re… everything to me.”

“Everything?” Patton asked, a smile appearing on his face, his lips pressing to Remus’ cheek and then his neck.

“Patton,” he started, his heartbeat speeding up, and he wondered if the other could hear it because soft blue eyes met his green ones. “I love you.” Patton blinked, absorbing the knowledge, and then his arms were around Remus’ neck, their lips pressing together joyously. 

“I love you too, Remus.”

Remus smiled into the kiss. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Patton was there, he was with him, and everything was good. And if things came up, they’d work through them together. They were a team, and they always would be. He kept repeating those words between kisses, the weight from his mouth lifted, and he wished he could have said those words to Patton weeks ago, because it felt so right to say them.

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teaser for part nine: and the dark one is soft for the sunshine one

Roman wanted to object, but he knew that Virgil would just remind him of their nights practicing for the auditions, their super early mornings running lines, the way Roman was always there to watch Virgil’s scenes. Virgil was there too, always supporting, always smiling, even when his anxiety got the best of him, even when it was hard to focus.

part nine will be (hopefully) posted on Sunday, September 6 at 12PM PDT

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part nine | part ten

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[mypartnersaysimcute]

Galaxy themed queerplatonic Prinxiety moodboard for anon! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! :D

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[thecatprince]

It’s gay yearning hours

#cat.txt #i just want someone to hold me and hug me and reassure me that it will all be ok #and idc if it is a friend (tho lowkey want a relationship ajsjsnsns) but like I just want someone to hold me #and I just feel so alone atm...... #my closest friend is away on holidays atm and we can’t hang out #and my other best friend is busy all week #and almost all of my other friends are my online friends ajdndnsnsjd #and even my sister is at a sleepover (not that I am particularly close with her but like it makes the house feel emptier #and everyone being away is just enhancing my gay yearning!! #like I just want a romantic partner or like qpp or just someone!! who looks at me and loves me and just holds me whenever things get tough #which is always because i am ✨mentally ill✨ ajsjdndnsnsjsjss #but like yeah.... i just really really want someone like that #also it doesn’t help that I am reading so much prinxiety #because prinxiety is exactly the type of relationship I crave #just two broken people who get what it’s like to be broken and hurt they way they do and they love each other and help each other to heal #and grow and they just are.. there for each other... and help each other and love each other so so much and I just want that so badly!!! #like i know most of their relationship is in my mind ajsjdjss but like their dynamic and the way I imagine their relationship is what I want #i want another broken person to look at me and see me and understand me because we have experienced similar types of pain #and we love each other and hold each other when things get rough and just help each other heal and grow and we just love each other #and I am lucky enough to have a friendship exactly like that #my best friend - who is the most important person to me in the world - understands me because she knows what it is like to hurt #and she has gotten me through some really rough times and she has helped me heal a lot #and the same for me with her #and our friendship is incredibly strong and i don’t want it to change into a romantic relationship because I don’t feel that way about her #(although we are both queer so it could work akdjdksjsjdns) #i guess what I really want is for her to come and hold me and hug me while I cry and just let me talk to her #but she is on holidays and like it is almost 2 in the morning so obviously she can’t come over here right this minute and hug me #but I just want someone to #anyway this lowkey turned into a vent mixed with yearning so yeah ajsjdmsmsmd

[keplerspacecraftofficial]

'twas a kiss and run from a dastardly villian!! our flustered prince did not stand a chance

#ts roman #roman sanders #sanders sides #prinxiety #This WILL be the post I look back on one day and cringe so hard I break the laws of physics #No I do not know how hands work why do you ask #am I soft bc I gained a datemate and a QPP in two days??? And I love them both sm??? yes absolutely #my post #my art #roman with scars makes my heart 🥺

[hnrye]

damn the amount of prinxiety shipping after this ep,,, help

#i would like them to be just rlly close friends pls #pl ease #qpps even !!! #qpp prinxiety man #tw prinxiety

[chocococo16]

A human AU where Virgil and Logan have been best friends for a majority of their life.

Logan is aromantic and, in highschool, decides that he’s finally going to ask Virgil if he wants to be in a QPR but then Virgil gets a crush on Roman, a newish friend.

So Logan helps them get together by talking to Roman. In the conversation Roman admits he has a crush on Virgil but thought that maybe Logan and Virgil were a thing because of things they do like hold hands, cuddle, hang out on what looks like dates, share food and drinks and so on.

Logan then tells Roman to go ask Virgil on a date because he reciprocates his feelings and that Logan is aromantic and will stay out of his way/not be a problem in their relationship.

Virgil and Roman start dating and Logan stops doing the things that made Roman think they might have been a thing because Virgil has Roman now.

Virgil starts worrying about the fact that somethings bothering Logan but Roman’s there most of the time at school and Logans not hanging out after school with Virgil unless Roman’s there. Virgil knows that Logan will not comfortably open up unless they’re alone and in a quiet place where it’s just them.

Logan can’t seem to stop his affectionate doings because they come to him naturally so he avoids hanging out with Virgil unless Roman is there because he reminds Logan not to be overly affectionate with Virgil. Virgil’s started wondering why Logan stopped his affection and has to continuously tell the thoughts in the back of his brain that he has done nothing wrong and that Logan doesn’t hate him.

Virgil finally just goes to Logans house in the middle of the night and sneaks into his bedroom.

Virgil gets Logan to tell him that he feels as though because Virgil has Roman he won’t need Logan so much because of the nature of romantic relationships vs platonic relationships. He also says he has a major squish on Virgil and has for a while and wants to be in a QPR with him.

Virgil tells him that he doesn’t want their relationship to change because of Roman and that he holds his platonic relationship with Logan in higher esteem than Roman’s because Roman’s relationship is newer and not yet stable. He also says that he would love to in a QPR with Logan but that he would need to discuss it with Roman first.

Logan then tells Virgil about his worries over the fact that he told Roman he would stay out of it and stuff.

Virgil says it’s his decision and not Roman’s about the relationships he has with other people in his life to a certain degree.

They have a discussion the next day and Roman’s a bit iffy about it but is willing to see how this goes. He knows Virgil had been worrying about Logan and missing him a bit.

In the future they happily live together and Roman and Virgil are married (Logan was the best man).

#choco’s post #prinxiety #analogical #qpp analogical #romantic prinxiety #sander sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #aromantic logan

[sign-from-god-complex]

smitten

Summary: It had been a few months since Roman had fallen for Virgil. He’d come home to Patton that first day, waxing poetic, and come home much the same way every day since.

Pairing: Queerplatonic royality and romantic prinxiety!

A/N: I did create an entire AU around this with qpr sleepxiety and long-suffering-coworker-and-best-friend Logan Sanders but who knows if I’ll ever actually write anything else for it, hahah. Also this is a contribution to my aroace Patton agenda cause it’s a Good hc that we need more of, I think.

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"Oh, gosh, they were gorgeous again today, Pat!" Roman yelled upon flinging open the door to their apartment.

His qpp poked her head out of the kitchen, giving Roman a bright grin. They were donned in a bright blue apron, paw prints marked on the front with some fabric pens the two had bought a while back. "Oh?"

In an instant Roman was running up to her, pulling them into his arms and excitedly spinning her around the lounge to the sound of her giggles. Eventually, she was returned to solid ground, moving to pat down her apron with a sweet smile.

"What was it this time, then?" Patton asked, heading back into the kitchen with Roman trailing after them.

It had been a few months since Roman had fallen for Virgil, caught up in their snark and smirks and secret sweetness (and also a little bit in their iced-coffee-making skills). He'd come home that first day singing the praises of the cutest barista he'd ever seen and since then Roman had become a regular, always returning to their apartment after his classes with a lovesick smile and a pastry for Patton.

Roman sighed, the sound like the epitome of a daydream. "They had this lovely blouse on today, all black and sheer and delicate, like a spiderweb but infinitely more goth."

"More goth than a spiderweb, hmm?" Pat hummed, not really questioning Roman's words so much as prompting him to go on.

"Oh, and their eyes! How they lit up when their coworker made them laugh, I swear I have never beheld that level of beauty!" He paused for a moment, considering. "Except for you, of course, my dear."

In response, Patton just laughed, smacking Roman on the arm before turning back to the shopping list they'd been writing out.

"And the way they blush! Every time their cheeks darken I am overtaken."

Patton rolled her eyes fondly. "Overtaken, huh?"

Roman grinned at them, bright like jewels and other things nowhere near as precious. "Entirely, my love."

Things were quiet for a moment—but quiet in that way you can only be when you know each other so wholly and love each other just as much. Patton swung her way around the kitchen, pulling items from the cupboard as she checked what needed to be restocked while Roman watched with a look of utter adoration. Occasionally, Roman would grab their hand, pulling them into a spin before letting them carry on their way and each time Patton would laugh like it was the happiest day of their life.

Eventually, the list was completed and the two had wound down, taking up entwined positions on the couch. The TV was on in the background but neither were paying it much attention, focused instead on the way they fit together and the slow set of their breathing.

"Have you ever thought about asking them out?"

Roman spluttered for a moment, seemingly trying to come up with a reason for why he hadn't already that didn't simply boil down to "I'm excruciatingly afraid of rejection".

"You're not supposed to flirt with service workers while they're on the clock, Patton!" Roman declared loudly, "I wouldn't dream of putting them in the position of being unable to turn me down."

Patton rolled her eyes. "Love, that's a weak excuse and you know it. Logan has been trying to give you their number since the second you started going by the shop. Something about being sick of the pining, I think."

Roman mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Oh, as if he can talk," but Pat decided to ignore it.

"I know you're worried about being turned down but you know you're not gonna be alone. I'm never gonna stop loving you. Not as long as there are stars in the sky, darling." Roman flushed at the words, ducking his head, and Patton grinned teasingly. "Every day the sun rises is another day I get a chance to love you with all that I am and I could never be more grateful for that."

Roman made a sort of high pitched squealing noise before ducking his head to hide in Patton's lap. "You're being mean."

Pat giggled. "Maybe I am but that doesn't mean I'm not also right."

Roman lifted his head, gazing up at his partner with a look that spoke of years of trust and emotional vulnerability—another gift Patton would spend the rest of her life cherishing.

"I know that I don't technically have anything to lose except access to some really good iced coffee but I just... I don't know. I keep thinking of all the ways it could go wrong."

Pat hummed, brushing a hand through Roman's hair. The action seemed to soften Roman, the corners of his lips quirking up into a soft smile.

"Okay, let's think about it this way. You like Virgil, yeah?"

Roman gave a decisive nod, his cheeks tinged a faint pink.

"So, you think they're a good person?"

He nodded again.

"Therefore, if they're a good person, they won't react negatively to you asking them out, even if they don't feel the same, right?"

There was another nod, this one marginally more hesitant than the last.

"And," Patton continued, "if they do react negatively, then they probably aren't actually a good person and their opinion doesn't matter anyway."

Roman screwed up his face a bit, seemingly thinking about that. Finally, he smiled—the expression more of a mask of confidence than a real expression of it.

"Ten out of ten logicing there. Logan would be proud."

Patton huffed a laugh. "Look, I'm not gonna pressure you but I think you should go for it. You deserve to be happy."

"I am happy," Roman protested instantly, "You make me-"

"I know, I know," they replied fondly. She cupped his face in her palm, smiling so sweet she could almost taste caramel in her mouth. "Even happier then—happier than any human being thought they could be. That's what you deserve."

"You too," Roman whispered back. His eyes had fallen shut with the sound and Patton's smile turned to an outright grin as their chest warmed. 

"Oh, don't worry, honey. I'm already there."

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[abused-sides]

Roommates Au

Warning: This is an au following Virgil as a domestic abuse survivor, and there’s some other past abuse as well, also ptsd, anxiety, depression, everything like that. Be cautious.

Virgil:

Met his boyfriend when he was 18, and his boyfriend was 25.

Virgil moved out of his parents’ house and into his as soon as he graduated high school.

They dated for 3 years, and pretty much immediately, his boyfriend put all his rules in place.

Virgil wasn’t allowed to leave the house at all, was allowed very little internet access and wasn’t supposed to speak to anyone, and took care of house maintenance like cleaning, cooking, organizing, etc.

After about a year, he had a breakdown, and decided he wanted to leave. He told his boyfriend, who was, uh, not a fan of that idea. Virgil decided he was going to do it anyway, and very, VERY slowly started sneaking tiny amounts of money away from his boyfriend and hiding it around the house.

When he had enough, he waited until he was home alone, took the money, and snuck away to catch the train into the city.

He barely had any money left, and spent a few weeks hopping around homeless shelters until he found Logan, Roman, and Patton’s ad for an extra room. He was just barely short first month’s rent, but he was one of the very few applicants and upon interview, Patton begged the others to let Virgil stay.

He didn’t know how to find a job, especially quickly, and he started panicking very fast. Roman’s theatre desperately needed crew members, and though it’s a very small minimum wage, it was something and Virgil spends his time there until he finds out what he wants to do.

He also sometimes assists Patton in baking, and Patton insists on giving him a cut of the profits. “I wouldn’t have met my deadline without you! You deserve it!”

Patton:

Patton comes from a very loving, though very conservative family. He loves spending time with them but admittedly moved to the city to get away from them and some space to breathe.

He makes the most money out of the four of them from his at-home bakery. He’s extremely flexible, talented, and friendly, so it’s relatively easy to get orders.

He met Roman at a thrift store a week before Halloween, when they were both scrambling to get a costume together that they could realistically afford. Roman lived with Remus at the time, but was trying to move into his own space. He didn’t have the funds, and when Patton mentioned he was looking for a place too, they took down each other’s numbers and agreed to try and find something.

Logan:

Logan does freelance work in coding, website building, and resume critiquing/workshopping. He makes less money than Patton but a good deal more than Roman.

He absolutely refuses to talk about his past with anybody, and the only family they know of is his older brother (Remy), who he’s sometimes on the phone with but otherwise never mentions.

He tries to be as uninvolved with everyone as possible, to see them as only roommates and nothing more, and to stay out of their way, but his resolve breaks a little when Virgil arrives.

He spends quite some time over at Janus and Remus’ apartment, but won’t tell anyone why.

Logan met the others by responding to an ad they put out looking for roommates. He had the cash and wasn’t overly rude, so Patton and Roman accepted him.

Roman:

Roman works at a local theatre making minimum wage, the least amount of all of them. He makes a little extra money doing art and costume commissions.

He’s also pretty hush about his past and doesn’t talk about his parents, but Patton knows what happened and helps the best he can.

Roman and Patton are best friends (maybe qpp?)

Remus:

Janus knows all about Remus’s past, but any time someone asks him, he gives a different story.

“He and Roman were left in the back of a parked truck as toddlers. A gracious cowboy took them home.”

“The twins grew up in a traveling circus, forced to do labour since they were babies. Remus is really good with fires and lions, particularly together.”

“They were accidentally made in a meth lab, when their cook wanted to create androids that could help with the workload. Don’t touch the back of their necks- It shuts them off.”

Remus works as a chef in a popular restaurant downtown, and makes some secret side money by doing some interesting streams on some interesting websites with his face cut out of frame. He likes both his jobs equally.

He’s constantly begging Roman to get a more stable job, to get something safer and do his art on the side.

He and Janus have been dating since high school, and saved up for their shitty apartment for a long time.

Janus:

Janus works as a call center receptionist, and makes more money than any of them (but will never let on to how exhausted and angry he is).

He’s as tight-lipped as Logan, only snarkier and more defensive. Roman and Remus know his past, but even Roman is respectful enough to not blab.

He takes philosophy and law classes in his free time at the local community college, but his job takes up so much time and energy that he’s had to retake classes multiple times and honestly isn’t making much progress.

He’s very proud about the fact that he’s going to be a defensive attorney.

When he gets scared or defensive, he lies, usually very poorly and impulsively. It comes out of his mouth without him realizing it and then he’s too embarrassed to take it back, so he holds onto it forever.

Relationships:

I’m thinking romantic intruloceit, queerplatonic royality, and, although it’s very unlike me, romantic prinxiety? How you all feel about that?

Please send me asks about this au, I love it.

#roommates au #abuse tw #abuse mention #let me know if i missed any tags please #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #intruloceit #prinxiety #royality #virgil #roman #patton #logan #janus #remus

[logarhythm-bees]

To Unearth and Back Again - ⛅- Table of Contents

Pairings: Lomoceit, Queerplatonic Prinxiety

Warnings: Fantasy violence featuring minor amounts of blood

Characters: All of the Sides and Thomas, Her Royal Majesty Highness Queen Garbage Can

Fic Summary: When Roman had pulled his brother aside after dinner, asking him to keep the resident lovebirds out of the way - Logan, Patton, and Janus in layman's terms- out of the way the next morning so he could have some alone time with Virgil, he’d been expecting Remus to act relatively normal about it. Invite them to play a particularly weapon-themed board game, or force them to make slime with him, potentially even bounce around ideas together. Something simple.

What Roman does not anticipate–but in hindsight, really should have, considering “simple” is a word that Remus typically tries to keep out of his vocabulary–is for Remus to kidnap Janus and leave them a cryptic note sending them on a winding quest through the imagination to find him. Roman isn’t seeing a chance to talk to Virgil alone as planned, everyone’s got tension they’re not quite ready to address, and Janus is missing. Oh, and Thomas comes on the quest too.

Bonds are re-found, re-forged, and re-evaluated, and Janus has a fun time at the Mindscape’s best-worst mind palace tea party.

Chapter 1 / Oh, Sleeper Chapter 2 / Go The Distance Chapter 3 / King and Lionheart Chapter 4 / Where'd It Go Chapter 5 / We Just Got A Letter/Open Chapter 6 / Hey, Runner! Chapter 7 / Somebody's Watching Me Chapter 8 / Sugar, We're Going Down Chapter 9 / The Unbirthday Song Chapter 10 / You Matter To Me Chapter 11 / For One And All Chapter 12 / While the Moment's Good Chapter 13 / Wild I Am Chapter 14 / The Inventor's Daughter Chapter 15 / I See The Light Chapter 16 / Turnaround Chapter 17 / Grow Chapter 18 / Lost In The Woods Chapter 19 / Reflection Chapter 20 / Liar Chapter 21 / Diamonds Chapter 22 / I Have Made Mistakes Chapter 23 / Light In The Hallway Chapter 24 / Theseus Chapter 25 / Thus Always To Tyrants Chapter 26 / Hallelujah Chapter 27 / Queendom Chapter 28 / Stella

#logicaliciet #lomoceit #prinxiety #qpp prinxiety #sanders sides #ts sides #to unearth and back again

[rose-coloured-prince]

yall i need some punny food/candy related nicknames for virgil from roman i big dumb and cant write

#errirambles #prinxiety #bruh i write sO much prinxiety #and i like prinxiety alot #but #like #i love other things alot tOO and i only write so much prinxiety is bc #i love my qpp alot #and they fucking aDore prinxiety #and so i just gift halfwritten *couGH* fics #believe me if i had full fics #they'd be fucking everywhere #but i dont finish SHIT #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders

[themysteryofwriting]

Masterpost

Sanders Sides OneShots

What Happened Before Accepting Anxiety - what I think happened that caused Virgil to sink out

The Creativity Split -my interpretation of the Split.  Warning for slight U!Pat and gaslighting

Analogical Clothes Prompt - some fluffy Analogical with Logan stealing Virgil’s clothes

Moceit No Mom prompt - fluffy Moceit prompt with a bit of demiboy Patton or Patton in a skirt where Patton is oblivious til the end

Royality short Pat prompt - no further explanation needed

Can’t You See It - Analogical One Shot. Virgil wants the others to know about how loving Logan is...and that he’s a giant memelord.  Is that so bad?  Hints of background Roceit And Remus being himself

Who say you have to leave your past behind you - my first one shot with Rachel. Some stuff has changed about her since this but it has a special place in my heart.  Hinted at Past U!Pat and Remus being himself. Dee speaks in lies ofc.

This is the Worst Ending - oh boy.  okay this is what I call my angst :tm: If you are senstive to any of the following: don’t read Unsympathetic Patton, multiple major character deaths, blood, Sayori like scene, string imagery, gore, depression, brainwashing, emotional manipulation,murder, strangulation, eating disorder(kinda), stabbing, gaslighting There was a part 2 but......it didn’t last long, i wasn’t proud of it

Puppet!Ray Origins - the first part of my fnaf au! (i literally only have this part and the end so far).  Warnings for U!Pat (he’s Afton), along with child death. However some cute Logan and Ray interactions

Puppet!Ray: End of Everything: continuation of FNAF AU.  This time the Henry scene at the end of FNAF 6.  The fic I got to use the tag ‘is it still fluff if everyone dies’ on.  TW: Hinted Unsympathetic Patton because of who he replaces

And They Were Roommates - a hurt/comfort fic writen for the sanders gift exchange last year.  LAMP fic, nonbinary Dee, college AU, supportive boyfs all around

Prinxiety Prompt - takes place post DWIT, Virgil and Roman talking/flirting

Moxiety, Mobster Patton - again, nuff said.  no death, actually pretty fluffy for the prompt.  maybe a little kidnapping?

Movie Night: cute fluffy LAMP

Logan Prevents A Murder: QPP Analogical, Virgil debating murdering Roman

The Bane of Protectiveness: Ray was there when Roman....and she couldn’t stop him   TW: Suicide, Self-deprecation, self-hatred

MM3: The Murder: based of a Murder Mystery from a discord server, how Talyn’s death played out  TW: death, murder, vomiting, planned murder, drugging a drink, Unsympathetic Logan

How Ray Became Anxiety: Little clip from an au of mine where Ray becomes anxiety, along with keeping protectiveness. TW: character death, Virgil ducks out, Patton and Roman are jerks

Fighting the Dragon Witch isn’t Therapy: after POF, Roman will do anything to prove himself  TW: Temporary Major Character Death

Random Fandom One Shots

Peter Meets Angel - short one shot about my oc meeting Peter (Marvel)

Mitsue Goes Off:  Mitsue was already having a bad day, so when the LOV kidnaps her, she’s going to give them a piece of her mind (MHA)

We Have Mic - Mic gets kidnapped, Aizawa has something to say bout that (MHA)

Scar to Remember - Overhaul left a mark on Mitsue (MHA)

Demise Of A Gamer (DR) - Chp5 of SDR2 from Chiaki’s Pov

Friends Protect Each Other- Tubbo goes to visit Tommy during his exile...and finds Dream with him  TW: manipulative Dream

Original Writing

Saving The Moon - a short story I wrote for a contest a few years back

Never Trust A Newbie- short story written for a writing camp

The Hug Wizard- if you know, you know

Spiritfarer Hug Wizard: o w o

Soulmates Don’t Have to Be Romantic (finished :D )

my platonic soulmates series, starring my oc Ray

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Soulmate GC

Based off my soulmate story, a gc with the members messing w/ each other. Crack fic.

Chp 1

Chp 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo

The Collector - Logan collects people. TW: U!Logan, Kidnapping, Taxidermy on a person, blunt force trauma, character death, implied use of a date rape drug, major character death

Pressure Doesn’t Always Make A Diamond: Reminding a side for their mistakes was never a good idea.  Especially when they feel guilty about it like Patton did.  TW: Unsympathetic Deceit, Unsympathetic Logan, constant guilt-tripping, self-hatred, self-deprecation, blaming someone for something that isn’t their fault 

 He’s Not Yours: Patton’s parents....aren’t the best  TW: emotional abuse, yelling, numbness

Keeping Them Pure: Patton just wanted to make sure his kiddos wouldn’t get corrupted by those nasty dark sides  TW: Unsympathetic Patton, Kidnapping, Forced holding, chains

The Past Can Haunt You: Remus keeps getting left by those he cares about  TW: Abandonment, Self deprecation, Childhood Trauma,  the split, implied unsympathetic light sides

Snakes Don’t Like the Cold: Dee is part snake...so what happens when he gets trapped in a freezer  TW: Unsympathetic Roman, locked in a freezer, hypothermia

All It Takes Is One Mistake: It’s very easy for the Ego to crack  TW: Roman angst ,cracks, roman needing to talk to people

A Game of Paranoia: Something seems off to Rantaro as he goes through this game

You Just Need a Push to be Good: Patton couldn’t let those dark sides keep corrupting Thomas  TW: Unsympathethic Patton, using shock collars as punishment

‘I’m Fine’ And Other Lies: Introduction of Mitsue, my bnha oc.  Mitsue gets hurt in a fight and doesn’t realize how bad it is until it’s too late  TW: mention of blood, hospitals

They Never Saw It Coming: a small one shot with my own sides.  Warning, the title is a really bad pun.  TW: graphic eye injury

The Collector: What Happened Before: a sort of prequel to The Collector, Patton thinking over what happened TW: hypnotism, mind control, U!Logan

Replaceable?: takes place post POF, Logan’s reaction to what Janus did 

Those Left Behind: Ray was there when Virgil left them

You’ll See: From my given to Overhaul AU: Why Mitsue works with Overhaul  TW: Forced Starvation, Kidnapping, Parents not caring

Why Roman’s Sword Isn’t Allowed In the Common Room: All I’m gonna say is this is not as much as a crack fic as it sounds. TW: stabbing, coughing up blood, fighting

Scar To Remember: Mitsue wasn’t left okay after Overhaul got a hold of her

We Have Mic: Someone kidnaps Mic to get to Aizawa.  TW: Kidnapping

Don’t Hurt Ray Or Else: Even while with the lights, Virgil is going to protect his sister  TW: Morally Grey/Unsympathetic Patton, Outing Someone, not Accepting someone,  Transphobia?, mentions of fighting someone

Even In The Face Of Death, Logan Ignores His Feelings - a day to relax goes wrong when Remus decides to mess with Logan  TW: blood, stabbing

Trapped- Virgil gets kidnapped while out in the imagination.  It doesn’t go well. TW: kidnapping, panic attack, flashbacks, claustrophobia, implied pranking, implied fighting

Who Knew Sleep Paralysis Could Be Deadly?- Talent Swap AU with Makoto and Kyoko  TW: stabby stab, K-nife, sickness, sleep paralysis

Kokichi’s Sacrifice - Kokichi’s POV of Chp 4  TW: major character death, strangulation

A Well Needed Lesson - Byakuya has had enough of the Ultimate Lucky Student, Kyoko responds in return

Oh Look, A Yandere - Mic gets kidnapped by a yandere and has to try to escape TW: Yandere, kidnapping

Bad Things Happen Bingo Part 2: New Card, New Category

To Manipulate A Protector -Orange goes after Virgil? Or is that just a trick? TW: Kidnapping, implied fighting, manipulation, being controlled

Some Apologies Go Nowhere - after chp 4, Kokichi tries to apologize to Shuichi. Key word there is try

No One Noticed...- What if Shiro hadn’t been the only one Replaced? TW: Abandonment, heavy doubt, replaced and not noticed

Of All People Why’d it have to be Deku? - Bakugou and Midoryia switch bodies. Chaos ensues. TW:… cussing I guess?

A Broken Disc- Spoilers for the March 1st Tommyinnit Stream  TW: Major Character Death, Attempted Manipulation, Flashbacks

not again...: Nagito gets kidnapped...again  TW: kidnapping, locked in small place

Goodbye Green- Who ever said the Creativity twins were supposed to be separated?  TW: Morally Grey Patton, having to leave someone you care about

One Step Behind: Phil’s POV of what happened that fateful day  TW: Major Character Death, Stabbing, Bleeding Out, Explosions

Adrien’s Realization

Lila Bashing fic where Adrien finally realizes that ‘Hey what Lila is doing to me isn’t good’

Chp 1-  TW: Unrequited flirting, unrequited crush, Lila hate(?)

Chp 2- TW:Self doubt, bad advice

Another Path

After All Might tells Izuku he can’t be hero, Izuku decides it might be better to take another path to help people. Planned mix of actual story and chat fic

TW: slight All Might bashing

Prologue

Chp 1

Chp 2

#masterpost #my writing #ace's writing

[tlhrfanfic]

[Prinxiety] TLHR - Chapter Four

Series: This Love-Hate Relationship Title: Here (In Your Arms) Ships: Prinxiety (Main), Sleepmas (Side), Logicality (Side), Janus/OC (Side QPP) Warnings: None. Words: 2,435 Chapters: 4/?

Summary: Roman has followed The Witching Hour since he was in high school. Last time they were in town, Roman not only got to meet his idol (and crush), the lead singer of the band—he kissed him as well.

The band is in town once more and Roman made sure to get VIP tickets so he could see Virgil again. One question plagues Roman's mind: Will Virgil remember him? Will he remember their kiss?

Okay, so that's two questions. But who's really counting when love is on the line?

Song for Chapter: Here (In Your Arms) by Hellogoodbye (Link)

TLHR FIC MASTER LIST

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CHAPTER FOUR: Here (In Your Arms)

Virgil was the one to break the kiss. He brought his hands up to Roman’s arms, using them to gently guide Roman back so that there was some space between them. As much as he wanted to just continue to hold and kiss the other, they needed to talk.

 Roman didn’t seem to get the picture, however, because he tilted his head in the cutest manner and tried to move in close once more. Virgil laughed.

 “Roman, we need to talk.”

 Roman pouted. Virgil groaned. This man was going to be the death of him.

 Pulling Roman in close once more, he wrapped his arms tightly around the man and kissed him deeply. A few moments later, he pulled away again, remembering that they were supposed to be talking.

He gently moved away from Roman once again, putting more space between them this time. He regarded Roman, an accusatory look on his face. The man just grinned back, the very picture of smugness.

 “You are trouble.” Virgil commented dryly, but he was grinning even as he said it. Roman laughed lowly at this, slowly closing the distance between himself and the guitarist.

 “And you knew that the moment we met. You signed up for this the moment you wrote that song and chose to sing it to me in front of hundreds of fans.”

 Virgil could hardly argue with that. He snorted and shook his head.

 “Starting to second guess both decisions.”

 Roman gasped, obviously scandalized.

 “You wouldn’t dare!”

 Virgil’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh? But wouldn’t I, though?”

 Roman made an offended noise that sounded very much like a prince who was about to throw a royal fit. Virgil smirked and snorted as Roman pouted.

 “So mean.” Roman muttered, crossing his arms.

 “Well, you signed up for this the moment you told me to shut up and kiss you, babe.”

 Roman blushed, fighting back a smile. The guitarist made a mental note to call Roman ‘babe’ more often.

 “Come on. Let’s talk. The faster we talk, the sooner we can get back to making out.”

 Roman’s eyes widened and he clapped his hands together.

 “Okay, let’s talk! Good idea. You want to start, or should I? Know what, I’ll start. Hey, so I really like you, and I kinda really want to see where this goes. You like me a lot as well, so I can only guess that you must agree with me. Okay, so there. We talked. Let’s get back to kissing.”

 Virgil’s brows rose, an impressed look passing over his features. Roman had just said all of that in a single breath. He chuckled and moved to the couch, taking a seat. Sinking back into it, Virgil patted the space beside him.

 “Come ‘ere, Ro.” He said, voice soft.

 Roman crossed to the couch, taking the indicated seat and turning his body toward Virgil’s. Their legs touched and he smiled at the other.

 “Okay. You got me here, sweetheart. Let’s talk.”

 It was Virgil’s turn to blush at the pet name, rather loving the way the word sounded falling from Roman’s lips.

 “I like you, Roman,” Virgil began, reaching out to take Roman’s hand into his own. They instinctively linked their fingers, each closing them around the other’s hand. Virgil smiled down at their joined hands before turning his gaze up into Roman’s eyes once more.

 His stomach erupted with butterflies as he took in the pink flush of Roman’s cheeks and the undeniable longing in his deep chestnut eyes.

 God, he’s so beautiful.

 He wasn’t sure how Roman had managed it, but Virgil was pretty sure he had gotten more beautiful over their year apart.

 “When I left last year… we agreed to just leave that night for what it was, but the more time passed, the more I realized that I couldn’t leave it at that. I would have called but I’m an idiot and didn’t ask for your number.”

 Roman frowned.

 “If you’re an idiot, then I am too. We agreed to just leave it, Virgil. It’s why neither of us asked for a number. Obviously, we should have, but it’s in the past. We’re here now. Together.”

 Virgil sighed, bringing his free hand up to slide his fingers through his two-toned brown and purple hair.

 “I begged Remy to let us stay an extra day so that I’ll have time with you. I didn’t want to leave you like that again. But it’s not just that. I want you to know… I mean, it’s stupid of me to even presume you would want—”

 Virgil fell silent, feeling his anxiety start to rise. He looked up in surprise as Roman squeezed his hand. The smile on Roman’s face gave him the courage to continue.

 “I’d like… Roman, I would really like it if you came with me.”

 Roman’s eyes widened.

 “Wait? Like ‘on tour with you’ with you?”

  Virgil nodded, throat tight. Roman let out a slow whistle, apparently unable to believe it. He fell silent and Virgil internally called himself every name in the book.

 “No, no. It was stupid. I’m sorry, Ro, I shouldn’t have—”

 “Stop.”

 Virgil blinked in surprise at the intensity behind the word and fell silent. Roman glared at him reproachfully.

 “Virgil, if you keep talking about yourself like this, I’m not going to be very happy and I think we both know that it is probably in your best interest that you keep your boyfriend happy.”

 Virgil’s brows rose as heat climbed up his neck.

 “Boyfriend?” He smiled, almost shyly. “So, you really want to be my boyfriend?”

 Roman snorted.

 “Really, sweetheart? You have to ask?”

 “You’re right, stupid question.”

 “Yes, I want to be your boyfriend… and if you want to be mine too, then we’re boyfriends.”

 Virgil nodded rapidly, unable to speak right away. Instead, he leaned in, bringing his free hand to frame Roman’s face as he kissed him deeply. When the kiss ended, both were racing to catch their breath. Roman’s laugh was breathless.

 “I thought we were talking.” He teased, squeezing Virgil’s hand. Virgil snorted.

 “You can’t blame me. You toss in an update like that and of course I’m going to kiss you.”

 Roman smirked, obviously pleased with himself. Virgil settled back once more, his eyes falling to their clasped hands.

 “So… we’re boyfriends… but I’m guessing you can’t come with me…?”

 The sadness in Roman’s eyes when he looked up again was answer enough, though Virgil realized as soon as he said it that he hadn’t really needed one.

 “I want to come with you. I really do. But, I’m still in college and I’ve got classes and I’d need to talk to my parents and Logan is here—”

 “Logan is here.” Virgil repeated glumly.

 “Virgil.”

 Again, with the sharp tone? Virgil looked up at his new boyfriend, sheepishly.

 “If you are going to act this way every time I mention Logan… if you’re going to be constantly jealous of my best friend… then I don’t know how this is going to work.”

 Virgil closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Roman was right. Of course he was right. And here Virgil was acting like a kid who was told he had to share his toys with the rest of the class.

 “Sorry, babe.”

 Roman smiled.

 “My life, aside from you, is still here. I can’t just up and leave.”

 Virgil looked away, trying his best to come to terms with the fact that Roman—his boyfriend—would not be coming with him. Roman wasn’t finished, however.

 “In a year, though, I can see my answer being completely different.”

 Virgil glanced at him, hope glimmering in his dark eyes.

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah.”

 Roman was the one to lean in and kiss him this time. Virgil gladly gave in.

 »»————　☠　————««

 Roman pulled away from Virgil and his kisses. The guitarist watched as Roman blushed, obviously just realizing that he was straddling Virgil’s lap but smiling happily just the same.

 “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

 Virgil grinned.

 “That’s good, babe.” He said, sliding his hands up and down Roman’s sides. He felt Roman shiver agreeably beneath his touch. “Because I can’t get enough of you either, so I guess we’ll just have to suffer together.”

 Roman stole a few more open-mouthed kisses. Virgil kissed back quite contentedly. Opening his eyes as his boyfriend pulled away, Virgil hummed in contentment at the way Roman had begun to massage his shoulders, fingers playing with the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck. As Roman massaged him, Virgil brought his hands to Roman’s thighs, rubbing them slowly.

 “I’m going to miss you, Roman.” He held Roman’s gaze, his eyes shining with sincerity. This had Roman kissing him again, to which he chuckled lowly but kissed back.

 “You know just what to say.” The college student said, pulling away to look into his eyes once more. “It’s not fair.”

 Virgil snorted.

 “Says the man who captured my attention a year ago and never let go.”

 Virgil could tell Roman was about to argue, perfectly ready to start a full-fledged debate as to who was more affected by the other and why, but Virgil had other plans. He framed the other’s face with both hands and guided it to him so that he could kiss his mouth, tenderly. He smirked as he felt Roman shake lightly, pulling away to hold his gaze.

 “You okay, babe?” Virgil asked, brushing his left cheek with his thumb. Roman tilted his face into the touch.

 “Mmhm.”

 Virgil frowned.

 Roman was blushing and looked like he wanted to say something.

 “What is it?”

 Roman blushed more deeply and looked away before glancing at him again.

 Virgil was perplexed as to what could be so embarrassing that Roman couldn’t say it. Usually, his boyfriend had no trouble voicing whatever it was he wanted to say. He waited, however, certain that Roman would speak up sooner or later, once he got over his nerves.

 A moment later, Roman proved Virgil right.

 “I want you.” He said.

 Virgil laughed at that and leaned forward to steal a kiss before leaning back once more. He let his hands fall to Roman’s shoulders, sliding down his arms.

 “I thought we already established that, babe.”

 Roman shook his head. He brought his hands to Virgil’s chest, sliding down to grip at the hem of the guitarist’s shirt, tugging at it. Virgil watched as Roman looked down at his hands gripping into the fabric.

 “No, sweetheart.” Roman said, licking his lips. Then his eyes were locked with Virgil’s, lids heavy. “I want you.”

 Virgil’s eyes widened as heat rose up his neck.

 “Oh!”

 Roman laughed. The laugh sounded very similar to his usual one, which Virgil had loved since the first time he’d heard it, but this one was tinged with something else.

 Desire.

 Arousal.

 Virgil shivered, hands sliding once again to the other’s thighs, squeezing them gently. He looked his boyfriend over. Their eyes met again. He would be absolutely lying if he said he didn’t want what Roman was proposing.

 He swallowed hard, knowing his dark brown eyes mirrored the hunger in Roman’s chestnut ones.

 “Are you sure, Ro?”

 Roman nodded, suddenly looking worried.

 “Unless you don’t want to. I don’t need it right now. I can totally wait until you’re ready, or if you don’t ever want that than that’s okay too—”

 Virgil kissed him hard, pulling him close. When they broke away for air a few moments later, Virgil looked deep into Roman’s eyes.

 “I’ve wanted you since that night last year, Roman. I just wanted to be sure that you’re sure.”

 Roman smiled adoringly at him. He leaned in to kiss at his neck, peppering kisses upward until he reached his ear.

 “I’m very sure, Virgil.” He whispered, heatedly.

 That was all the confirmation Virgil needed. He rose with Roman in his arms. He twisted so that he could lay Roman out on the couch, immediately straddling him.

 “Then I suppose I should take care of my Prince.” He said with a smirk.

 Roman blushed but grinned. “Prince, huh? It’s a play off of my last name but I really like that. So, what does that make you, sweetheart?”

 “It makes me the knight that makes sure his idiot Prince is happy and healthy.”

 Roman snorted and pulled Virgil down into a kiss. Virgil went willingly as they both gave into their desire for one another.

 »»————　☠　————««

 Virgil smiled as he held the other. They had gotten dressed again and had been considering food when Virgil had decided that he just wanted to hold his boyfriend for a while.

 “Who would have thought that the edgy punk rock star Virgil Armitage was so sappy.” Roman teased, snuggling closer to Virgil.

 Virgil chuckled.

 “If any punk rock star ever tells you they aren’t sappy, they are straight up lying to you.”

 Roman laughed against his chest. Virgil joined in. Closing his eyes, Virgil smiled as they fell into a comfortable silence.

 Sex with Roman had been amazing. Beyond amazing. It had been necessary as well; necessary for them to solidify their feelings for each other that couldn’t yet be put into words. Roman had been responsive in ways Virgil had never experienced, and though he couldn’t say he had a lot of experience to go off of, he was certain that that would not be different, regardless of the number of people he’d been with before.

 Virgil squeezed Roman’s shoulder.

 “We should eat.”

 Roman leaned up, perching his arms on Virgil’s chest so he could look the guitarist head on. He grinned.

 “Aw, there you go looking out for me again.”

 Virgil laughed and poked him in the side, smirking as the college student squirmed.

 Squirmed and giggled.

 Virgil hadn’t thought that Roman could get any closer to perfect than he already was but that giggle had brought him even closer.

 “If I’m being honest here, it’s more because I’m starving, but we can totally look at it your way. For sure.”

 He flashed a grin, and Roman swatted at him in a teasing manner.

 “Rude.”

 The guitarist winked.

 “Guilty as charged, babe. But really. Get up.”

 He could see the other contemplating it. On one hand, food. On the other, they were comfortable. Difficult choice. Virgil decided to make it easy on his lover.

 “The sooner we go eat, the sooner we can get to our hotel room.”

 Just like that, Roman was up faster than Virgil had ever seen anyone move. He laughed as he got up, and together they left to grab a bite to eat.

----------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with Thomas Sanders or Joan, nor the rest of their group. I do not own or make money off of these characters. I only own the story as it is written. Songs used in this fic are owned by the artists themselves and will be linked in the chapter that contains them.

Super uber thanks to my beta reader @romantichopelessly​ and the two that preread to be sure my characterization was on point, @sunshineandteddybears​ and Jude.

#prinxiety #ts prinxiety #logicality #ts logicality #tsart #virgil sanders #ts virgil #roman sanders #ts roman #insanelycoolish #tlhrfanfic #bandfic au #band fic au #tlhr au #tlhrfanfic writing

[nostalgic-pancakes]

Room 73- Chapter 4/8

Summary: D&D is planned, two characters get their very own breakdowns, Thomas reminisces, and Virgil has one good day

Pairings: (eventual) QPP’s Remus and Patton, Pre-Relationship prinxiety, sibling-y Virgil and Original Character, Creativitwins

Read on AO3

Word count: 3326

Warnings: Questionable parenting, period-typical homophobia, the foster system, semi-graphic (?) depictions of violent death, rage breakdown, nervous breakdown, minor arson.

Other notes: None!

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Logan quite frankly had no idea what Janus meant by ‘friendly hissing’. All hissing was a warning sign to potential prey, and wasn’t friendly in any incarnation! How could certain kinds of hissing be friendly? They all sound the same!

This was a level of insanity nearly topping Neil DeGrasse Tyson playing Merlin in the fucking Sharknado movies. But not really. That would top everything. Either way, Janus, someone who also hissed rather often (information citation being Patton) was likely the superior authority in tonal hissing. Logan’s a bit too sleep-deprived looking up resources for ghosts and surviving midterms to care too much.

Either way, the Dungeons and Dragons planning session was starting today. Everyone would be there at lunch this time and that meant that one, he would get to see his brother for the first time since homeroom (no common classes on Wednesdays was not ideal), and meeting with the rest of their newfound friends.

(Logan had never had anyone other than Virgil, and the rest seem to be alright. Janus knows, anyways, and he didn’t hate Logan for it, so it’s probably alright. He hopes it’s alright.)

“Lo-Lo!! Over here!” comes a friendly voice from his northeast. It’s Patton, who’s waving at him, glasses crooked, big smile. Logan fixes his glasses, and tries to smile back. It works, and even feels real.

Patton from up close certainly looks a bit tired, but he’s still happy enough, so Logan refrains from pointing it out.

When they reach the lunch table tentatively labeled as ‘theirs’, Virgil scoots over to let Logan slot between him and Roman, while Patton curls up next to Janus, relishing being with their siblings again, as much as friends are ‘neat’.

(Maybe he’s been getting back into Welcome to Night Vale. Maybe Amma cried and hugged him, calling it progress and Mom sat next to him and listened to her own show, the Magnus Archives and held him close. Maybe Virgil squeezed him tight and brought out the ‘What the Fuck is Happening in Night Vale’ board they’d made when they were twelve. He’d never tell)

Remus starts to hand out sheets of paper, asking everyone to draw their characters while he and Virgil work on plot, and it’s quiet in that little space of three pairs of siblings sketching out D&D characters, later talking about little things, big things and everything in between in the courtyard because the senior kids had exams and therefore none of them had last period. It was pleasant, and they’d all be paying their third ever group visit to Thomas later in the afternoon, too.

This was nice.

…

“Hey, Vi?” Hildi asked from behind him. They were sitting back-to-back, on her bed listening to a new album from All Time Low. The name didn’t matter too much yet.

“Yeah, Di?”

“Wanna do low level arson?” she asked, turning to face him and reclaiming her earbud. This was probably a terrible idea, but Hildi was the one person he wasn’t scared of acting out horrific ideas with. He smiles, and it’s reflected in Hildi’s eyes, dark green like the forest she lives in.

“Sure, why not?” he gets up, and Hildi turns around again for him to take his binder off and put on a sports bra, before putting his jumper (that Patton had given him for his birthday last week) back on, and patting his jean pockets for his phone. Once he knew everything was there, Hildi turned back to him, took his hand and led him outside. - “Okay, so how did you possibly, in any fucking timeline convince me to set fire to your old ‘Secret Diaries’ in the middle of the very flammable woods as if it was, at all, anything REMOTELY RESEMBLING a good idea?!”

“The power of friendship, Virge. Don’t fret, the damages are going to be well hidden in a week.”

“Oh my god but this is how forest fires start, were we crazy?!”

“Virgil calm down, nothing is more than slightly scorched, nothing is dead, and we caught every last ember! You’d know!”

“How would I know? Isn’t that more your department?”

“Spend enough time with a witch, and this is what happens. I regret nothing.”

“I regret so many things.”

“Sadness.” - “Hey, scaredy-bro, Love you.” Hildi whispers into the night, and Virgil remembers nights like this in middle school, when he started to realise that not everyone was as scared as him all the time, and he’d become more scared because everyone was watching, and laughing, and--

And Hildi had been there, a casual acquaintance from primary school becoming his best friend becoming his kind of sister because what other word is there (?), offering him trash earbuds that made the grunge music sound that much grungier, and holding him close on the nights Logan came home, unable to speak, covered in bruises, never letting Virgil tell their parents even though Logan was their twin and Virgil was so scared-- She caught him as he fell, and he hopes that she knows that he’ll forever be grateful for it.

“Love you too, you fucking danger noodle.”

Hildi chucks a throw pillow at him. It misses by at least three feet, falling off the shared bed. They both giggle, loud enough that Hildi’s mum ‘ssh’’s them from her own room, audible even with the closed door.

Three hours later, knowing full well that Virgil’s been on tumblr this whole time, Hildi whispers again.

“Hey, let’s look for Kelpies in the creek tomorrow”

This is an awful idea. But it has fewer environmental ramifications.

“Sure, why not. After December break?”

“Fuck yeah.”

They don’t last a lot longer after that.

…

Virgil wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find when he went to check on Roman, after it was ten minutes past final bell and he still hadn’t shown in the chemistry room after going back to pick up his papers.

Having a minor breakdown was not on that list, even though murder was. Virgil’s brain needed new priorities.

“Ro-Ro, Roman, what’s happening?”

“I-I can’t Virgil, I can't do it, please, I’m sorry” Virgil’s hands clenched tighter onto Roman’s shirt collar, knuckles white from the worry.

“You can't do what, Roman?” he asks, as gently as he can

“I-I’m so scared, Virgil. Mom’s not doing well, Dad’s doing the opposite of helping, and Remus and I don’t know what to do, Virgil. They keep f-fighting. The last time we tried to tell, it was by accident, and Mom had gotten so mad, and she’d said “If you keep talking about how Mom and Dad fight, then there won’t be a mom and dad’ and I can’t-- I can’t live without her, I can’t, Virgil!” Roman blubbers into his shirt, staining his hoodie and and pressing against his (currently unbound, but no big deal) chest, but Virgil literally could not give a shit about his hoodie right then, pulling him closer and cradling Roman’s head in the crook of his neck, one hand in his (fluffy, holy shit is this cotton?) hair, the other cradling his back. Roman smells like wood and some kind of flower.

“Have you told her any of this, Ro?” Virgil asks, and Romab lets out a bigger sob, burying himself into Virgil’s torso. Virgil knew that Roman’s parents weren’t on the best of terms right now, even though they kept trying to be good parents, but this? This was new.

“I c-can’t because-hic- She’ll get more upset, and she’s alsways so close to snapping and i can’t tell dad because he’ll get angry and I can’t tell Remus because he knows but he doesn’t, he doesn’t---fuck”

“Doesn’t?” prompts Virgil, softly into Roman’s hair, muffled by the soft chestnut curls.

“know, not same as I do, he doesn’t get sad, he gets mad, and he doesn’t want to become like dad but he stops talking and locks himself in rooms to not yell at people and I don- I don’t wanna make it worse.” he says softly, and Virgil starts stroking his hair, as a way to try and calm Roman down, trying not to cry a bit himself. He wishes, in a horrible way, that this was a panic attack. He doesn’t know what to do here.

“Could you find a way to maybe more quietly tell her to stay, perhaps?” asks Virgil again, even quieter this time. Roman more feels the words than he hears them, a soothing sort of humming.

“But it’s so selfish, isn’t it? That I think that? She deserves to be happy, and if being without us is happy, then she should, right? But I can’t do this with just my dad- he’s trying, but I can’t, help, please.”

And Virgil doesn’t know what to do, or what to say anymore. So he just holds Roman tighter in that very small corner in the 9-D classroom, and Roman clutches back until he’s cried it out entirely, and is ready to face everyone else. It’s been a few minutes, but they can clean up real quick.

Virgil takes out his spare hoodie and changes into it, Roman with his back turned in the boy’s bathroom, while Roman fixes his hair and washes the drying tear tracks off of his face, which were starting to feel like a mask on his face. He tries for a smile, and it’s small, but at least it’s real.

Virgil passes him a granola bar, and Roman hesitates for a second, before smiling again, taking it in hand and pocketing it. Roman offers his hand for Virgil to take, and he does, feeling the softness of Roman’s hands in comparison to his own, long and calloused with fidget rings on both hands. He squeezes.

Virgil looks up at Roman again, and they share a small smile, before walking out of the bathroom, hand in hand.

Wait- why are his hands glowing?

“Fuck you, Hildi.” he muttered under his breath.

“Huh, what?” Roman looked back at him, questioningly.

“Uh, nothing. Just thinking. ‘Cmon.” he smiles again, and he means it. With Roman, it feels like all his fears can be kept aside for another day.

…

“Oh my god, Remus, no you cannot make yourself a dwarven stripper this is a PG-13 D&D game oh my god--”

Remus looks up from the (probably very gory) conversation he’s having with Patton to reply to Virgil. “And why not? Minnie could be a stripper in the way back!”

“Just… no, thanks.”

“UUUUUGH, you’re no FUN, Virgey.”

“C’mon Bro, you could be… I dunno, a taxidermist?” Remus gets the manic glint back in his eye, snatching his sheet back from Virgil to add in the new information, scribbling frantically. His handwriting is already nigh impossible to read on a good day, so he’d better be able to read his own character sheet.

“Hey Thomas, what do you want to be?” asks Janus, undoing his loops to start a new string game, having finished his character profile- a Tiefling Wizard, about ten minutes ago while Logan became his work partner and roommate (Oh my god they were roommates), a human wizard. Virgil was the DM, therefore without a character other than an ominous voice with anxiety and a god complex at the same time, and Patton and Roman were both Elves, though Patton was an Artificer and Roman was a Bard.

Logan quickly jotted down Thomas’s responding morse code, chuckled, and read it aloud. “He says, and I quote: Can I be the thing that goes bump in the night? But also offer tea and biscuits to wayward travellers.”

Virgil smiles in Thomas’s vague direction, trying to make eye contact with the static. He fails, but Thomas thinks it’s quite nice of him to try.

“You’re too nice, T. I’ll write it down for you.”

You’re too nice

He was too nice to not let them get away with it, to stop them from killing him, to stop them from--

”Oi! You fruitcake, too nice to go running to your boyfriend, huh? Get a taste of this and see whether you’re nice enough to take it.”

He was. He didn’t object to the stuff in the bottle going down his throat, burning up his organs and destroying his body from the inside.

He didn’t have enough vocal chords left to scream, even as the other boy, final year, shook him as if trying to see whether he’s wake up, even as a hole formed in his throat, bleeding and burning and burning and burning--

It’s the last thing Thomas remembers.

“Thomas? Thomas? You’re making static-y noises again. You okay?” it’s Virgil, and it’s been nearly a hundred years and they’re dead and he’s dead and there’s nothing left of anyone he remembers but memories and he pushes aside his last memory, the worst one, to try and think of Valerie, his amazing sister who got to go to his school, sit in the same chemistry room once it was converted into a public school. Terrence, his family friend who came to his gravestone specially when segregation ended, and he could finally come and visit.

Everett, his boyfriend, who kept visiting, every day at four P.M on the dot until he was twenty and left town for college. It feels better to remember them as they were, in loose clothes playing in the woods, hide and seek and dolls and Valerie-the-Nurse and Everett-The-Soldier and Thomas-The-Film-Star and finding ways to get Terrence away to play with them too, as Terrence-The-Mechanic who could fix anything, even emotional problems as their Mom’s tittered and their fathers scowled but they didn’t matter because they were having fun.

He snaps out of it proper when Virgil manages to locate his hand, semi-visible ...

Patton’s pulling at his hair, not enough to fall out but enough to hurt, Sarcastrophe by Slipknot raging through his headphones and he knows that this is bad for his hearing, but at this point if it can drown out the absolute rage pounding in his mind, then going deaf is worth it.

He doesn’t even know why he’s mad. It’s just there and he’s screaming into his sleeves, tears caking on his face for moments before the anger arrives again and there’s a new layer of saltwater on top of it, endlessly endlessly going and he can’t stop it and why can’t it just stop--

There’s someone calling. It’s Remus. And Patton has to be happy and he thinks he might just implode with the… everything building up in him, but he has to do this so he picks up the phone.

“Hi Patty-Cakes!” The nickname makes him want to puke, even though he doesn like it, but he swallows the imaginary bile in his throat and replies.

“H-Hey, Remus.”

“Patton? You alright?” No, not at all he wants to scream and kick and cry but also freeze and never move again and his head hurts and there’s a pit in his stomach that won’t go away!

“YEAH! Uh, yeah. I’m good.” he sniffles, and he hopes Remus didn’t pick up on it. Judging by the silence on the other end, he probably did.

“Pat, please, tell me what’s wrong. I won’t say anything. Just let it out. It usually works for Roman and I, but just- see for yourself, okay?” Remus sounds a little concerned, a little desperate, and Patton thinks Remus can hear him trying to stifle his crying. He tries a little harder and all that comes out is one long moan with hitches for cries and the tears are drying, and Remus starts again, concerned, but Patton can’t hear, because the tears are catching up again and he’s screaming again and his fingernails have cut little red crescent moons into his cheek and it drips a little and Remus is still talking, soothingly and Patton latches onto that voice like it’s the only thing that could possibly carry him through this because it damn well feels like it.

He hears footsteps but not really, too focused on trying to regain control of his breathing, following Remus’s count.

When it's been a few minutes of following the count, and Patton’s breathing has evened out, he wipes off his face in his old faithful broom skirt, always ready for days like these, and he buries himself a little further into his hoodie, covering with it the phone on his ear.

“Patty--”

“No, not that, please.”

“Patton, Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes, actually, but he doesn’t really see the point, since nothing lasts for him. He’s a fucked up foster kid ™ style. Good things don’t happen to him. (Maybe to Janus. Janus deserves good things, good people, better than him--)

“Why wouldn’t this last? And you’re a foster kid?” fuck, he said that aloud? Well, rest in fucking pieces, brain to mouth filter.

“Yeah, f-foster kid here.”

“Janus too?”

“Yeah.” he whispers, throat too tired for anything else. He’s not ready for the universal ‘how’ question, but he’s not been prepared for any of this so far, so maybe he should just not bother.

“Okay. Do your foster parents show any signs of wanting to let you go?” no, not really. In fact, he’d seen Remy and Emile trying to quickly hide a sheaf of papers any time Patton or Janus entered a room, and Patton’s been pushing down the hope as much as possible, even as he sees Janus start to believe it eventually. Patton has to be ready for something to go wrong, he can’t afford to let down his guard, lest he can’t protect Janus anymore. He has to make sure nothing can faze him.

But he wants. He wants so, so badly that sometimes he lies in bed for hours, pushing down the want and trying his best not to cry, until it’s morning and he’s waking Janus up even though he could barely push himself out of bed. He says this to Remus, because he still wants. He wants to stay near Remus forever, recite oddly dark facts and binge-watch the Sharknado movies again while Logan and Janus screech in betrayal and huddle up close and he wants to have this. He wants this so badly.

“Pat, I didn’t know how to say it, but I want to be with you forever too. You like my weird facts, and you stay by me when I’m mad and I want to be there when you’re sad, Patton. I want this too.”

“R-really?”

“Of course, Patton. I don’t lie. Especially not to you.” Patton laughs, somewhat wetly, and Remus’s tone brightens when he hears it, and Patton can feel the smile on the other side of the line, manic-looking but inherently full of kindness, and everything feels a little more okay.

The hurt isn’t gone, but at least he isn’t forcing it down into his large intestine anymore.

“Thanks, Re. I-I’ll talk to Emile and Remy when they come home, okay? I’ll tell you what happened. See you in school tomorrow?”

“Course, Patton. Now I’m gonna go get something for Roman to eat before his stomach acids digest his entire body, eyes and all.”

Patton laughs. “Okay! Just don’t miss your therapy appointment, okay?”

“Never do. Bye.”

“Bye.”

The call finally cuts off, and the timer reads 37:19:73, and he probably spent a good chunk of that time having a breakdown, but strangely enough, Patton doesn’t feel super bad about it. The want is there, and he’s still not super sure about what to do with it, but he knows that he wants it to be real, and even if something does go wrong, he’ll still have Remus’s number.

The door swings open as Janus enters the house, and creaks closed downstairs, and Patton flops onto his bed, eyes still a little red, putting his phone on charge to take a nap. He’ll have emotionally charged conversation, but after this nap, thanks.

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