#sanders sides dance school au

[calethelettuce]

Thank You For The Music (Sanders Sides Fic)

This is actually a songfic (Thank You For The Music by ABBA) and is part of a Human AU in development :3 Let me know how it is and send me a request if you want a certain fic!

Summary: Everyone knows Roman is a singer. Virgil had decided to come over for a few hours, and the two spend time on a certain piece they'd been working on. Virgil wonders, while Roman reminisces.

Relationships: Platonic/Familial Royality, father/son dynamic Royality, best friends Prinxiety

Characters: Roman, Virgil, mentioned Logan and Patton

Genre: Fluff, minor hurt/comfort(??)

Warnings: Swearing

"I'm nothing special,

In fact, I'm a bit of a bore.."

Virgil strummed his acoustic guitar, leaning into Roman's side. He didn't expect to be bringing his hand-made, hand painted guitar over to someone's house, especially after the gruelling after-school practices the pair had just finished. It's not like he was complaining, he would take any time he could get.

Roman sang soft, his pitch perfect and his tone as smooth as butter. He closed his eyes, resting his head on Virgil's shoulder as he breathed evenly.

"If I tell a joke,

you've probably hear it before."

It wasn't often he got to duet anything with Virgil, as the purple-clad teen was always so busy with other things.

It was moments like these that made Roman cherish their friendship. Sure, he had other friends, although nobody could compare to that of Virgil Storme, your average emo teen with a favorite hoodie.

"But I have a talent, a wonderful thing"

Cause everyone listens when I start to sing!"

Roman was a good singer, and anybody who tried to tell Virgil otherwise would have a nice time laying dead on the floor. He was almost jealous of his voice, although he never cared enough to try and work on his own (even though Roman had offered to teach him, it just wasn't his thing.).

"I'm so grateful and proud,

all I want is to sing it out loud!"

Well, you know what he always said. Fuck it, we ball!

"So I say,

Thank you for the music,

The songs I'm singing."

Virgil joined in, to Roman's surprise. His voice was much rougher than his own, although the teen was never into singing much. Their voices blended together almost seamlessly, Virgil's deeper tones mixing with Roman's lighter ones like they were already together.

"Thanks for all the joy they're bringing!"

Who can live without it?

I ask in all honesty.."

Roman looked up at his best friend, who had a familiar glint in his eye. Their eyes met as they kept singing in perfect unison.

"What would life be?

Without a song or a dance,

what are we?"

Their smiles lit up the dimly light bedroom.

"So, I say,

Thank you for the music!

For giving it to me.."

The room went quiet as Virgil strummed the final chord.

Roman let out a happy squeal before slapping a hand over his mouth out of embarrassment. Virgil snickered, putting his guitar down gently beside them. "Good job, Princey," he complimented, shoving his hands back into his pockets, offering a tiny smile.

Roman liked seeing his friend smile. "To you as well, JD-lightful! I heard you join in at the end there."

Virgil's face reddened as he rolled his eyes. "I did not!" He knew he totally did.

Roman smirked playfully, nudging him on the arm. "You so did!" he teased, laughing a little, "I swear, you need lessons! There's so much talent in there somewhere!" there was a hopeful look on his face.

Virgil shrugged. "Well, I'm sure wherever you learned to sing is probably too expensive for me to do.." he trailed off, biting his lip. Roman's family was certainly richer than his, he knew, although it wasn't a topic of conversation used often.

Roman's face softened as he brushed his bangs out of his face. "Oh, Virge, I didn't go anywhere to learn!" He gestured to the door. "I stayed here."

Virgil's brow furrowed. "What now? How'd you learn without lessons?"

His friend's smile came back, even bigger than before. "Wanna know a secret?"

"...Sure?" Virgil wasn't sure what he was getting at.

Roman clapped his hands together. "My parents were singers!" he proclaimed, gesturing wildly around to nothing in particular, "They taught me!"

Virgil's mouth hung open in shock. "Are you being legit right now?"

Patton and Logan Sanders were singers once? He could see it for Patton, but Logan? That's a surprise.

"Of course! Dad's a tenor, like me, and Papa is a baritone!"

Virgil nodded slowly. "Okay.. so what does that mean?" he felt dumb for asking.

Roman sighed dramatically. "Oh, you poor thing! Let me explain!"

As Roman talked, Virgil couldn't help but let his gaze wander around the room. Theatre posters (probably from all the trips he took to Broadway) were scattered around the room, although one particular area caught his eye. Those photos certainly weren't posters, but he couldn't help but try to make out every detail.

An average sized cork board was tacked to the wall, littered with photos, artworks and playbills.

There were photos of Virgil on that board.

They were underneath the section that read 'FamILY!'. There was a completely different section for his other friends..

Roman must have noticed him staring, as the red jacketed teenager paused mid-sentence. "Virge? You okay over there, bud?"

Virgil didn't respond verbally, but simply pointed to the cork board with a confused expression.

Roman's face reddened. "OH, that! You see, that's a new addition, I got it for my birthday!" he averted locking eyes with his friend. "I can remove them, if you want."

"..you don't need to do that," he mumbled, tapping a finger on his forearm. "I was curious. Why am I-?"

"Because you're like family!" Roman blurted out loudly, his eyes darting around the room. "You're like the brother I never had!"

Virgil took a moment to take that in.

Did he really mean that much to Roman?

Virgil let out a little huff, letting a soft smile take over his lips. "Well, shit, Roman, I guess I'm not the only one who thinks that." he squeezed his shoulder lightly. "I think we'd make pretty cool brothers."

Roman nearly tackled the purple-clad teen in a hug, knocking both of them down completely to the floor. Virgil shrieked, not expecting the sudden movement, but calmed down when he saw how happy Roman looked.

"You're the coolest," Roman mumbled into Virgil's shoulder, "I wish we could hang out more."

Virgil let out an affectionate snicker. "Well, maybe when I try to get those lessons we can hang out more, huh?"

Roman gasped. "Are you thinking about it?!" He withdrew from Virgil, hopping up to his feet. "Come on, we should go ask!"

He sure gets excited easily, huh? Virgil got up slower, brushing off his sweatpants like there was dirt on them. "Hold up, wait-"

Roman was already out the door, yelling for one of his dads. "DAAAD! I need you!!"

Well, fuck.

~

DO I ADD MORE TO THIS LATER SKJHSG I WROTE THIS IN SCHOOL BUT I LOST MOTIVATION

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[tacobellabeanburrito]

Welcome To My Blog!

Hey! I’m making another pinned post because the one that I originally did got lost to my reblogging so yeah. 

Aloha! I’m Raina (or Raine) and I draw, sing, dance, write and act! But I don’t really post a lot of the stuff I write or draw, although I have finally gotten around to posting my writings, I don’t think I have the confidence to post my art yet. I’m also 18! (Thought it was about time I put my age in my bio)

Fandoms I’m Into ATM: Gravity Falls, Sonic, Hunter x Hunter, Ducktales, The Three Caballeros, Ouran High School Host Club, Fullmetal Alchemist, Buddy Daddies, The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Hazbin Hotel, FNAF, The Umbrella Academy, My Little Pony, Sanders Sides, Clarence, Wander Over Yonder, Craig of the Creek, Mario, Kirby, Hamilton, Dan Vs, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Villainous, Minecraft: Storymode, Ace Attorney, Hazbin Hotel, Sk8 The Infinity, SpongeBob SquarePants, Stardew Valley, Good Omens, Vinesauce, Markiplier, Undertale, Total Drama, Deltarune and many more!

I’m mostly just into books, musicals, cartoons and video games in general!

Most of my posts are reblogs, but sometimes I’ll post random shit that happens to me (especially rants, vents and school related stuff) and some of my drawings and writings, so don’t mind that. (Also, sorry if my reblogging is too much, I reblog ALOT of shit, so sorry if it’s annoying) and if you want someone to talk to or wanna be friends, just hit me up! My blog is also a safe space for everyone (except for the usual gross people like p*dos, incest shippers, the like) I hope you enjoy your stay! (I also don’t usually tag my reblogs, sometimes I will but only for little comments I make)

And in case I don’t see you, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight! (PS, if you are the IRS or are sent by the IRS just know that I will not be paying taxes)

Oh also, if you ever get on my blog on the computer, tell me what song you got on my playlist! Whatever song you get is you if you were a song.

Oh right, here are a few of my fanfics if you’re interested.

Experiment 47: The Copier Machine: Ford is lonely. Very, very lonely. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it... He missed his twin. So, what’s the most logical way to deal with repressed emotions instead of sucking up your pride and actually trying to make up with your twin? Build a cloning machine, of course. (Basically my theory on how the cloning machine in the Mystery Shack came to be)

The New Look Turnabouts: As time goes on, Miles and Phoenix end up changing their iconic looks (Either by accident or on purpose) and every time they end up falling more in love with each other.

Restless In Los Kyoto: After Phoenix sends his radio message to Miles, he doesn't exactly expect anything to come from it. And he especially doesn't expect to get a response back.

Hijinks & Shenanigans Will Ensue: Little snippets in the lives of our favorite Ace Attorney characters. Some stories will be based on official artworks, others are based on my own ideas. Some will even be Aus. All of them will be drabbles and little ficlets.

Also, here’s some quizzes I made! 

https://uquiz.com/fZWBsK (what do you live for?)

https://uquiz.com/eCH3HW (which member of my family are you?)

https://uquiz.com/v2O6Sp (would i let you introduce me to a new type of media i haven’t seen and that you like)

https://uquiz.com/m1NZOq (you answer stuff and i decide what unknown media i like that i think you’d like)

https://uquiz.com/2ulAQQ (which character from a musical/play that i was in are you)

https://uquiz.com/payRQj (what character are you but it’s my original story characters that will most likely never see the light of day)

Also here’s some of my art (I’ve been posting it recently and it’s been sooo bad I promise I’m good at art guys look)

(It’s a pencil drawing of a photorealistic balloon)

#pinned post #introduction post

[princess-rosie]

Sanders sides dance school au because I can

(This dance school does most, if not all dance styles, and most of the students just do it as a hobby, it isn’t like a boarding ballet school)

Patton Hart

The cinnamon roll who the others must protect at all costs

Not the best dancer technically but he has good rhythm and amazing performance and personality- he still loves dance so much, and is improving every day

Has been here the longest, since he was a toddler

Is tiny and looks so short compared to everyone else on stage

Has made so many friendships and cares about his fellow dancers so much, loves dancing as a team

Loves wearing tutus

If the dance has a lift, he’s nearly always the one who’s lifted because he’s super light and trusts the others so much

A lot of the time on stage he can’t stop laughing because he’s just so happy to be performing

Loves every style of dance so much- don’t make him choose a favourite!

Is extremely unlucky when it comes to quick costume changes, almost always has a back-to-back in shows, Virgil and Remus don’t do as many dances so are always prepared backstage with his next costume

Brings a teddy bear to the backstage dressing room, no one judges him

Loves partnered dances, especially with Janus

Doesn’t score that high on exams, just sees them as a bit of fun and loves hanging out with everyone during the extra practice lessons

Always brings snacks for everyone while they wait between classes

Loves all the glitter and costumes, gets very excited when it comes to showtime

Always helps with the younger kids on stage. They often get bored while waiting for their dances so he plays with them while having a mental breakdown on the inside

Compiles all the show photos into a scrapbook and invites everyone over to his house to rewatch the show footage. Will remember the shows for the rest of his goddamn life.

Logan Berry

Braincell of the group

The only one with his shit together

Technically perfect dancer but struggles with performance/expression sometimes

Always brings extras of everything to shows because he knows people will forget/lose stuff

Knows all of his routines off the top of his head, sometimes even teaches everyone else

Memorises the running order of every show and makes spreadsheets to show who’s in which dance, people make fun of him for it slightly at first but they’re actually really helpful

If you have a question about literally anything- choreography, costumes, show timings, he will know

Does ridiculously fast tap solos and always gets the rhythm 100% perfect

Whenever the dancers have to come on stage in a line, there’s an agreement that Logan always leads because he’s often the only one who knows when to come on

Very determined to succeed in his exams, prepares extensively. the only time he will show emotion is if he thinks something has gone wrong. Usually gets near perfect marks in everything but performance

After each show he rewatches the footage and makes notes on everything he did wrong to improve for next time

Struggles with emotional stuff but he truly does see the dance school as a second home and dancing as far more than just a hobby

Roman Kingsley

Probably the best dancer in the school, wants to dance professionally someday

Exceedingly hard-working, technically flawless, amazing performance, always gives 100%

Has glitter and hairspray with him everywhere he goes

Loves every dance style but if he had to choose a favourite he’d probably go for ballet because he loves how graceful it is and the acting involved

Also does musical theatre and has an amazing singing voice

Extremely overdramatic, and just loves how extra the whole thing is, especially show costumes

Does so many classes he practically lives at the dance school

Can’t possibly be tired or worn out because he loves dance so much

Is in practically half the dances in every show but somehow manages it

Sings along to every song he dances to, even if it isn’t a musical theatre number

Got on his knees and begged the musical theatre teacher to do Hamilton. Did not succeed because swearing and there’s little kids in the dance school. However he did get away with Dear Evan Hansen- a contemporary routine to Waving Through a Window

Works very hard for his exams and it always pays off

Remus Kingsley

Chaos incarnated.

What’s a routine, he’s just here to vibe

Has come on stage late more times than you can count, sometimes because he’s lost part of his costume, other times because he genuinely forgot when his dance was

Technical disaster but is entertaining to watch

Is so chaotic in class, rarely listens, pisses the teachers off to no end- Roman often has to go over the routines with him afterwards because he doesn’t retain any of the steps

Has forgotten the dance while onstage multiple times but the audience rarely notice because he doesn’t fit with what everyone else is doing anyway

Does twin duets with Roman sometimes

Just dances for a bit of fun and to make friends- he knows he probably won’t get a career in dance but is so proud of his brother and supports him all the way

His favourite is Irish Riverdancing

“Ugghgh tech rehearsal is sooooooo boooriiiing”

Relies on Logan to know what the hell is going on

Roman also knows his routines better than he does. Sometimes, if Remus is in a dance but Roman isn’t, Roman will wear his costume and fill in for him

Can actually do the technique on the rare occasion that he tries

Usually freaks the hell out on exam days as he has done zero practice and gives every excuse not to do it. Somehow passes every time

Spends the entirety of tech rehearsal looking around for the filming cameras so he can stare straight into them and freak people out

Somehow manages to ladder every single goddamn pair of tights he wears

Janus Sanders

Charming with excellent performance skills

Says the costumes are too extravagant but secretly he loves all the glitter and fancy stuff

Loves ballroom dancing, him and Roman taught Patton to waltz and now he is a regular at the ballroom classes

Also loves the more jazzy dances and some of the tap ones

Doesn’t really pay much attention in class but somehow gets the routines spot on

Is usually the one to do everyone’s stage makeup

Also loves the musical theatre routines, him and Patton are usually the side characters while Roman is the lead

Knows how to razzle dazzle an audience, has good technique too

Also has potential for a career in dance but he isn’t sure

Encourages his fellow dancers to drink water and take breaks if needed

Loves any dance with a prop so he can be extra

Also loves partner dances, especially since Patton joined ballroom

Is pretty chill about exams, charms the examiner with his performance skills and usually gets great results

Orders pizza for everyone after the shows, runs to the theatre foyer in full costume and makeup to meet the delivery person

Sneaks a TV into the dressing room and somehow makes it so they can watch what’s going on onstage. No one knows how he got it there and honestly they’re afraid to ask.

Virgil Storm

Doesn’t know why he’s here half the time

Has a love-hate relationship with dance

Often has panic attacks backstage but his friends are always there to support him

Doesn’t stop going on about how he thinks the routines are “cringey” but secretly loves performing and acting

Loves more modern dance styles like commercial

Overthinks everything a lot

Doesn’t take many exams but when he does he gets very nervous

In class he tends to do the routines half-heartedly but will go full out with the performance onstage. Never rewatches the footage or looks at the photos but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t look back upon those show memories with extreme fondness

Extra info

Roman, Remus and Logan are 16

Janus, Virgil and Patton are 15

Heights from tallest to shortest-

Roman

Remus

Logan

Janus

Virgil

Patton (shortest by far)

Ranking of who does the most classes:

Roman

Patton and Janus

Logan

Remus

Virgil

At shows all 6 of them share a small dressing room and look after each other

Everyone goes shopping in town between matinee and evening performances in full makeup, they get the craziest looks but they don’t care

For partnered dances the usual pairings are Patton and Janus, Logan and Roman, Virgil and Remus (do whatever you will with that information)

I may develop this au in the future and possibly write something if my writers block will ever end

Also if any other fanders do dance, feel free to tag yourselves! (I’m Patton and Logan)

Edit: if you like the idea of this au and are interested in reading it as a (probably terrible) fic, you can do so here (tumblr) or here (ao3). If you do check it out let me know what you think!!

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[sanders-sides-dance-au]

Tale As Old As Time

Roman Prince was a theater nerd, an entitled, posh, theater nerd who expected all of his lead roles to be handed to him on a silver platter, though he was entitled that didn’t mean he didn’t work for what he wanted. He danced gracefully, he put in more all-nighters than he would like to admit to become a top dancer, Roman would do whatever it took to be the top of his dance class. 

He was the second or third person to arrive at Professor Nelson’s classical dance class. He cursed himself for not being earlier. When it came to being a dancer, you had to be early. He was a note-taker, a fast one too, this was just his notes in the class book, progress now, presentation later was what Roman said to himself. It always helped him pass tests when he was in middle and grade school, and now it would help him in dance school where he work, work until he couldn’t anymore, and then when he couldn’t anymore, he’d work even harder. Being a dancer isn’t just about grace, poise, and balance, it’s also about finding your limits and breaking them. You find how long you can dance until you’re gravely tired and then you dance through the tired. It takes a lot of practice and discipline to be a great dancer, the greats pushed themselves until they couldn’t anymore, and that’s what made them great. Roman may be the clone of a disney prince but he sure worked hard to be a good dancer. 

He was taking notes on every word his professor was saying, they were learning about the history of classical dance, it was interesting how things seemed to develop out of history. Dance wouldn’t exist without other forms of dance, and music was created for certain forms of dance it was, it was so magical and Roman found himself lost in it. He caught a glance at a brown-haired  androgynous-looking student next to him who was scribbling down notes fast than him. They were working tirelessly on their notes, a no nonsense look on their face, and next to them was a blonde kid with a burn on his face, he looked rather intense as well, well then, Roman thought to himself, he’d just have to be more intense than them.

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[the-gay-in-the-way]

An AU after ages of absence

Alliteration is fun, isn’t it.

 Anyways.

Was listening to a bunch of random songs from musicals and stuff while playing solitaire and imagining scenes in my head of my fave characters putting on a performance with the songs.

As you do.

And I had a fun AU idea.

So, basic setting is in a high school.

Main point tho is that Roman and Remus are twin brothers with rich and slightly overbearing perfectionist parents, Virgil has one older sibling and a bunch of younger siblings who were all adopted by his two dads, Deceit is Patton’s brother from a literal other mother who lives with his mom while Patton lives with his dad and mom, Logan lives with his single scientist father who loves him very very much but who is just as emotionally stunted as his son is, Thomas is an actual adult who works as a teacher at their collective high school.

Below the cut here is some further info on the AU. It’ll take a few post for me to get it all written out properly and stuff. I’ve got quite a few thoughts about it.

Roman and Remus are Virgil’s neighbors.

Which leads to some strange circumstances when they’re small children.

Because Roman and Remus, unsurprisingly, live in a rich ass neighborhood.

And so does Virgil.

Because his fathers are famous.

For those of you who remember these two, it’s Mackenzie and Ansley who are his fathers.

Mack is a famous fashion designer while Ann is a famous model.

And they live in that nice house cus it’s big and in that rich neighborhood cus it’s safely guarded.

Otherwise, Mack and Ann enjoy living relatively simply with their children when they aren’t busy with work stuff.

This leads to their children, tho capable of being very “celebrity appropriate”, seeming actually quite normal.

Virgil in particular just likes being comfortable and quiet when he’s living his everyday life.

Which is why everyone at school, when they hear he’s supposed to be living in the rich neighborhood, start to doubt him.

They call him a liar.

They say he’s just trying to act better than he actually is.

They start to hate him.

And Virgil, who’s young and shy and just trying his best, is forced to build up a hard shell around himself as quickly as he can to keep himself safe from his peers.

It certainly doesn’t help that his teachers also hate him for simply being born into a well off family.

He gains no friends in his elementary school but gets a couple from his neighbors.

This occurs when he’s outside in his backyard by himself one day.

The house behind his sometimes has music playing loud enough that he can hear it pretty clearly. 

The music is usually from musicals of all kinds and he grows pretty fond of listening to it.

So, whenever he notices the music playing, he goes to the backyard to listen and sometimes even sing and dance to it.

This is one of those times when the music is playing.

Virgil’s had a rough day at school and his fathers are out of town on traveling business while his older sibling is out with some friends, leaving him alone with just the “babysitter” who is essentially just a polite young woman who watches the house and makes sure he and his sibling aren’t actually dying while his parents are away.

So he’s left to feel terrible all by himself in the backyard.

A particular song starts playing eventually, “Man or Muppet” from the Muppets.

He knows the song and it’s kind of matching up with his conflicted mood right then so he starts to sing it without noticing that there’s someone else in the other backyard today.

He sings the first part of the song by himself until someone suddenly joins in for the accompaniment from the other side of the fence he’s sitting against.

He startles and almost runs away with an apology before the person/people on the other side shout for him to come back and continue singing with them.

He does so after a bit of cajoling.

When the song is over, the people on the other side of the fence praise him and ask him to stay and sing some more with them.

And, because this is the first time someone other than his own family members has actually wanted to spend time with him, he does so.

He stays there singing songs with the two on the other side of the fence for hours.

Until he’s called back inside because of how dark it’s getting.

And the two kids on the other side of the fence request that they do this again.

That, next time, he should just come over to their backyard so they can dance together as well as sing.

And Virgil does.

And that’s how he gains his first friends in the form of Roman and Remus.

Roman and Remus don’t have an issue in making friends.

They’re loud and enthusiastic kids that find it easy to talk to other children their age.

But the friends are never really friends.

Just other kids that like sharing treats with them or are forced to talk to them because of family connections.

The brothers themselves don’t really enjoy spending time with the other kids as much.

They do so because their parents say that they should.

But when they spend time singing with Virgil that day, they finally find themselves wanting to spend time with someone other than each other.

They practically beg their parents to let the shy kid from behind their house come over the next day.

And when he finally shows up at their front door, looking shy and scared but acting even more polite and collected than the young woman accompanying him, they drag him away to continue with their activities from the day before.

It becomes a regular activity for the three of them.

They see each other essentially every single day.

It even reaches a point where all three of them become almost obnoxiously good at climbing things from having to climb over the fence between their yards all the time.

Roman and Remus absolutely adore Virgil.

He sings and dances without restraint, enjoying the scenes they all act out together just as much as they do.

He listens to Roman’s fantastical stories and even plays pretend with just as much dedication as him.

He laughs at Remus’ gross jokes and is just as willing to get gross while playing with mud or food or homemade goo as he is.

And he adores Roman and Remus just as much as they adore him.

Roman is always happy to indulge in his inherited interest in makeup, nails, and clothes making.

Remus is always happy to indulge in his quiet love of all things halloween and horror.

And the two of them love music and acting just as much as he does.

The three of them become the closest of friends all throughout elementary school.

But then middle school comes along and they can no longer see each other in person.

Because Roman and Remus are forced to move away to spain with their parents.

And, because of his own parents’ wealth, Virgil gets to visit once or twice a year.

But, for the most part, they can only stay in contact through voice calls, video calls, and texting.

It’s good enough for them, even if they’d all prefer to see each other in person instead.

Thankfully, this only lasts for a little over three years.

A little ways into their first year of high school, Roman and Remus finally return.

They even enroll in the same school as Virgil so that they can attend it together this time around.

This leads to some wonderful scenes which is what led to this AU in the first place.

You see, after spending so many years getting used to singing and dancing alongside each other, it becomes an ingrained habit to follow along and join in when one of them starts a musical number.

It led to the three of them putting on tiny performances of musical numbers in public places when they were kids a few times.

It happened every time Virgil came to visit them during middle school.

And it happens again when they are reunited in high school.

One such moment is when Remus starts up “Sincerely, me” in the middle of lunch after he and Roman show up to school for the first time.

Virgil is very quickly dragged into the number with him while Roman applauds them both for the performance once they’re done.

Virgil, having simply gone on instinct to join in without thinking, gets very quickly embarrassed by so many people seeing him doing something like that and ends up running away.

Since, at this point in time, he’s gained a very clear and guarded reputation in his school life that is meant to keep him safe from any other kids that might try to mess with him.

Another moment is when Roman essentially drags him into an audition for their school by performing “A Lovely Night” with him.

Virgil instantly refuses but can’t properly leave the stage in time before Roman starts.

So he just sits on the bench on the stage, looking at his phone with a scowl on his face while Roman sings the song and tries to gently coax him into eventually joining in.

Roman, as the song goes on without Virgil even starting to smile or look up at him, eventually gives up when he reaches the end of his part of the song and ends up just sitting on the bench next to him and looking a little sad and disappointed.

Virgil, meanwhile, just gets more annoyed from how guilty he feels about not joining in even tho Roman is the one who dragged him out here.

So, when Roman finally looks away from him with that disappointed look on his face, Virgil gives in with an even more irritated scowl.

In perfect time with the music, he puts his phone away and then crosses one of his legs over the other in an exaggerated movement before turning to Roman and singing his part of the song.

Roman, unsurprisingly, is absolutely delighted.

And this time, Remus applauds from where he’s been watching and ends up dragging Virgil out with him a second time when he wants to perform his own audition with “El Tango de Roxanne”, which Roman ends up jumping into without warning or even prompting simply because they’re all so used to performing it together that it’s habit.

With this one, Remus basically drags Virgil out with him, starts the music before Virgil can even let out a complaint, and then begins the dance number as he always does.

Virgil, who’d always been particularly good at falling into a dance number, goes along with it instinctively before his mind can catch up with his body and make itself leave the stage.

And he can’t just leave the performance half done either.

That would be blasphemy.

And, unfortunately, both Roman and Remus know this quite well.

So Virgil ends up dancing with Remus thru the entire song with Remus singing the main vocals while Roman joins in to sing the second main voice part and Virgil adds in the small accompanying secondary voice parts.

There’s more to this entire AU that I’ve thought of and really like.

But this is all I’m gonna post right now.

Might say more about it later.

If not, well...

Here you go then, I guess.

This is the AU.

It’s some of my favorite bits at least.

So there’s that.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #made a high school AU for once #really enjoying thinking of scenes with the sides dancing and singing together #always a good time

[alien-slushie]

Sketch 

I’m going to give some general information that I didn’t give the first post.

Title: So He Dances

Ship: Platonic Analogical

Virgil Storm: Age 20, works at the Crofters’ Dance School as a Secretary. Though he can dance he doesn’t like dancing in front of people, or for competition so he borrows a room at night to dance in piece. No one knows his story, but he simply grew up in a orphanage.

Logan Crofters: Age 10, is the only son to the Crofters family. He is intelligent, serious, and rich but he doesn’t use his money on others. He grew up watching multiple daces, but he never saw any of them as more than “Moving one’s body to sound waves”.

Roman Crown: Age 21, is the top dancer at the school. He likes messing with Virgil, but doesn’t bully him. He comes from a family performers.

Patton Moore: Age 10, a classmate of Logan’s, and his best friend. He is with Logan, always trying to get him to smile. His family works with dogs, training them for movies, shows, plays, etc. 

Virgil has always been good with kids, but has trouble with people his own age, and older.

Logan is aware that his family has money, and that people would try to use it for their own gain, so he tries to keep to himself.

Even though Logan has seen many ballet dances, like a lot, for some reason he fell in love with Virgil’s dancing and came back to watch.

Virgil noticed after a while and allowed Logan to watch.

They became close, like brothers, and while at first Logan’s parents were suspicious they slowly saw Logan starting to show more emotion.

The Crofters basically adopted Virgil, not legally but metaphorically. 

#Platonic Analogical AU #platonic #analogical #au #platonic analogical #sander sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #ballet #danceing #so he dances #virgil storm #logan crofters #roman crown #patton moore #dance school

[volumes2lo-gan]

Vrigil and Roman Dancing plz?

Somehow this turned into a prom night sort of thing?  Enjoy!

The Secret to Dancing

Fandom: Sanders Sides (human!au, high school!au)Pairings: PrinxietyWarnings: None

Tagged: @existental-crises @jordisama @here-to-vent @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @novagalaxy4real @thomas-must-get-to-sleep @emo-space-trash @evanisonfire @lollingtothemax @all-the-fand0mz

The song boomed all around them as Roman reached for his boyfriend’s hand.  

“Come on, Billy Helliot, let’s dance.”

Virgil stumbled to his feet and fixed Roman with an annoyed gaze until they made it to the center of the dance floor.  Immediately, the music picked up and Roman began dancing with a newfound fervor.  He was jumping and moving to the music and Virgil was beginning to feel more and more out of place until Roman paused and grabbed his hands, holding them firmly as he looked into Virgil’s eyes.  

“Hey, we can leave if you want to,” he said loud enough for Virgil alone to hear.  Virgil shook his head and tightened his grip on his boyfriend’s hands.

“I just… I don’t know, I feel weird.  Dancing is so… extra and I feel like everyone else knows what’s going on and I’m just here standing like an idiot.”  He looked down as he felt a heavy blush burn across his cheeks.  Roman leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

“No one really knows what they’re doing, Virge.  That’s half the fun of it.”  He pulled back with a broad smile and Virgil gave a little grin as he followed Roman’s eyes around the room.  The more he watched, the more he realized that everyone around them was dancing to their own beat.  Some people were on point, dancing with a rhythmic dynamic that matched what he’d seen in professional performances while others were simply jumping up and down or swinging their arms.  Roman pulled him in before giving him a quick spin, effectively tossing any doubts Virgil had out the window.  

They continued on like that for the rest of the night, changing dancing styles with each song until it became nearly too exhausting to stand.  Virgil leaned against his boyfriend as they waited in line for the evening’s photo.  He was tired, hot, and more than a little hungry, but when they finally stepped up onto the platform for the formal photo, he beamed like he was having the night of his life.  And if he was being honest, this night was definitely one he’d never forget.

#logan writes #prompts #prompt fic #sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #romantic #prom au #high school au #established relationship #human au #human sides #fluff #dancing #fics #my fic #prinxiety

[stillebesat]

Demon Comfort (3/3)

DECEMBER DRABBLES DAY 14  Sanders Sides: Logan, Virgil Blurb: Lurking under a Human’s bed should be downright dull for a Demon of Logan’s rank. And yet…he can’t help but be intrigued by his human charge. Fic Type: Demon!AU, Demon!Logan Overall Fic Warnings: Near Death Experiences, Freezing, Burning, Hazing Talk, Manipulation Taglist in reblog. To Catch Up: Part 1  Part 2 

He’d been staring at the pages of the book Virgil had brought for him for hours now, not taking in a single word written there. 

How could he when his charge was late. 

Logan tsked, tail tapping a staccato against the bed frame as he flipped the book shut, turning his head to glare at the door, doing his best to ignore the twisting in his chest the--the worry that he was feeling.  

Virgil could take care of himself. He knew that.

But after having to rescue his charge twice from life or death situations. It was...stressful, far more stressful than it should ever be, to wait for him to come back home from class. Especially since it was easily becoming clear that despite his craving for a fresh start, despite the fact that Logan had gone out and handily taken care of the six people responsible for nearly cooking his human in the boiler room, that Virgil still was not happy here.

Logan paused, tilting his head as he felt the first threads of the familiar thundercloud approaching. Finally. He relaxed when the bedroom door swung open, a black and purple backpack dropping to the floor a second later with a muted thud.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was trying to stick to the very last shreds of the rules of conduct between demon and human where he wouldn’t reveal himself unless Virgil called for him, Logan would have been out from under the bed in a flash demanding to know where in the world his charge had been and why he was only getting home now when Logan knew the boy had finished classes before lunch and had a mountain of unfinished final term papers to complete and--

Virgil dropped to his knees next to the bed, a purple blanket pooling at his feet. “Scoot over.” He said, not giving Logan a chance to react before shoving his way under the bed.

“Wha--WHY?!” He choked out in surprise. This wasn’t---Virgil had never indicated an interest in visiting him under here before. 

Yet as soon as he caught sight of his tear streaked face, Logan found himself automatically lifting one wing and shifting his position to hold out an arm so he could slip underneath, a hot spike of anger rising in his chest. Virgil didn’t cry. He didn’t--What had happened to his dark and broody charge?

Virgil didn’t hesitate, ducking under both wing and arm to curl up into his chest, his soft hair tickling Logan’s chin as the boy choked back a sob, clinging to him. “Ju--just hold me for a minute, okay?” He whispered.

Logan lowered his wing, easily hiding him from view as he tightened his grip around him, holding Virgil close as he ran gentle claws through his hair. “Of course.” He said, careful to keep his voice from echoing. 

He frowned up at the pitch black cloud that hung like an anvil over Virgil’s head, catching only glimpses of the past four hours of torture his charge had been through. Glimpses because Virgil’s thoughts were being slippery, his human not wanting him to know exactly what had gone wrong. Annoying that. He shouldn’t have admitted to being able to see and influence the boy’s thoughts. “You’re safe here.” He whispered, fighting the fury rising within him as Virgil broke down, hot tears dripping onto his chest. 

“I-I know. I ju-just--” He shuddered. “I hate this place.” 

Logan blinked. Huh? How was that--just this morning his charge had once again shrugged off the light meddling that he’d done to the tangle of thoughts over his head to try and convince him to leave! Yet Virgil had been firm in stating that he was fine here. 

Obviously he wasn’t doing so fine if he hated being here. 

Logan ran his claws through Virgil’s hair, observing those twisting thoughts with no intention of meddling at the moment. 

No, he was seeking to understand why the sudden change of heart when nothing he had suggested had worked. “We both do. Why do you think I’ve been trying to convince you to leave?” The cold for one was getting tiresome. Spring should be bringing warmer temperatures and yet up here in the north it hardly felt like they’d come out of winter at all.

“I just--” The dark cloud over his head seemed to grow darker. “I just...wanted it to change you know? How can I be a thousand miles away from my old life, and yet everyone here still treats me like I’m the scum of the earth? I just--I just...wish someone here besides you would like me. You know? Where I could just--relax and not constantly be worrying if I’m secretly hated and they’re gonna try and--and--”

“Lock you in the janitor’s closet?” Logan asked, his chest rumbling with a suppressed growl as he finally found the thread leading to the event that Virgil had been trying to hide from him.

Even with him drastically reducing his meddling with Virgil’s thoughts, it seemed like his charge really couldn’t catch a break here. Especially if this--this freshman hazing kept up. Even if Virgil kept insisting that it was nothing and that his...peers’…antics should stay unreported to the police--not that that hadn’t stopped Logan from going off and enacting his own little revenge on the people that had threatened his human’s life--it would only be a matter of time before he would need to guard his charge twenty-four seven to keep him safe. To keep him alive. 

That was no way for a human to live. A demon’s guardianship was hardly a good guardianship after all.

Virgil gave a bitter laugh, thoughts swirling, giving Logan glimpses of the faces of the new people torturing his charge. 

It was a bittersweet realization that. Sure he was proud his ability to terrorize others hadn’t been dulled with this...softening towards this one particular human, but if getting rid of the one batch of rotten eggs only encouraged another group to take up the calling to make Virgil’s life miserable---

“They took my backpack this time.” He whispered, resting his head against Logan’s chest. “I had to MacGyver a way to melt the hinges off the door with chemicals from the closet before I could escape. Then it took me another hour to track down where they’d thrown my bag--at least I found it.” 

Was that supposed to be reassuring? That this time, he’d managed to get free by himself? If it was...it didn’t make Logan feel any better. Not when it left his charge in tears. 

Not when it left him wondering what would have happened if Virgil hadn’t managed to MacGyver-whatever that meant- his way out of his predicament. Just how long would it have been before Logan would have realized he wasn’t coming back? That he needed help? It just--that ache that--that worry in his chest only grew stronger at the thought. 

Honestly, he didn’t understand most human devices, but if he needed to obtain a freaking cell phone and enchant it so that Virgil would always be able to contact him he would. The hassle would be worth it if it meant his charge would remain safe. That at the first sign of trouble Virgil could call for help and immediately receive it.

Better than leaving him wondering if Logan would find him in time. If he’d--- He exhaled. “I know it won’t mean much coming from me.” He whispered, committing to memory the faces of the people he needed to go take care of next, all too aware of how much he, himself, had contributed to his charge’s woes while here. “But you don’t deserve this.”

Virgil let out a shaky breath, the dark cloud swirling over his head shifting to a lighter grey as he looked up meeting Logan’s slitted eyes. “I want to make a deal.” 

He blinked, ignoring how his hearts leapt at the words every demon craved to hear at the unexpected phrase. “No you don’t.” 

Virgil set his jaw, eyes unwavering. “I do.”

Logan frowned, fighting the desire to break eye contact to see what the twisting threads of thought were leading to. To find out why Virgil was requesting this now. No, it was best to hear it straight from the human himself. 

He let out a slow breath. Knowing his charge, his reasoning would be convoluted and yet still make perfect sense. “I’m willing to hear you out, but I do not agree to agree to anything beyond that. You’ve already dealt with enough trouble in your life without adding a demonic deal to it.” 

Virgil gave a wobbly smirk, hardly fazed as he tapped Logan’s chest with a single finger. “Your side.” He said. “You want me to move elsewhere. Want me to go to a different school. Someplace warmer. Safer.” 

Logan gave a slow nod. “Yes?” Though wasn’t this deal supposed to be about what the human wanted to get instead of the demon?  

“Then I’ll agree to moving. Even let you pick the school and the place I’ll stay at IF.” He stressed the word again tapping Logan’s chest. “You agree to three things first.” 

Three things in exchange for one of safety? Typical human. He narrowed his eyes, tail tapping against the floorboards. “And those are?” 

“One. You stop hiding under my bed like an overgrown dust bunny. Two. You become my roommate and go to the school you’ve chosen with me--don’t give me that look.” 

Logan growled, tail dancing back and forth against the wall. He would give out all the looks he wanted thank you very much. Because that was---okay being out from under the bed would be wonderful but be a roommate?! “I can’t replace your need for human interaction and companionship, Virgil.”

Sure, it did make a nice loophole that his superiors couldn’t argue against because the human had requested his near-constant presence in this deal. But it couldn’t work. Demons and Humans weren’t meant to be roommates. It was hardly a healthy relationship when Logan had the ability to manipulate Virgil’s thoughts! Plus! Figuring out an adequate human disguise to uphold all hours of the day in order to go to school would be a nightmare and a half with the rituals and the charm work involved to hide his demonic looks.  

“Three.” Virgil continued, ignoring Logan’s outburst, the cloud above his head shifting closer to white as he grew more fond of how this deal was turning out. “You pick out our other roommate or roommates. Ones who know you are a demon so you won’t have to disguise yourself when you’re home.”  

That was---huh. So he’d only have to look human while in public? Logan tsked, claws carefully brushing Virgil’s tear streaked cheeks, his wings quivering with the urge to agree to this--this foolhardiness as his mind raced to find any downsides for his end of this deal. For any loopholes to exploit despite him not wanting to do anything of the sort to Virgil. Not when his charge was finally finally willing to move away from this awful place.

Except there was one problem. The humans.

“Most humans who willingly interact with demons are not the sort of individuals I would trust to room with you.” He said, shaking his head. His goal was to keep Virgil safe. Not set him up for further attempts on his life.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting. “I specifically said those who know you are a demon, Lo. That doesn’t have to mean they’ve interacted with others.” 

Clever. “But I don’t interact with other humans!” If he hadn’t broken the rules, Virgil would never be having this conversation with him in the first place because he wouldn’t know Logan existed. “Demons don’t interact with humans unless they are summoned. How am I--!”

“I never summoned you though. And yet here we are.” 

Logan had to look away at that. Avoid staring at the positively smug face his charge was giving him. “That’s different.” He finally muttered. Most demons didn’t care what happened to the humans they dealt with. Logan was an outlier in that sense. Sent to lurk under a bed as punishment and instead found that he liked it even if Virgil’s stubborn nature drove him up the wall most of the time. 

“Different because you were hiding under my bed for who knows how long?” 

He grimaced. It hadn’t even been a year yet. Not that long at all in human terms. “In a way.” 

He flinched as Virgil placed a palm against his cheek, turning his head back to face him. “You were the monster under my bed until you decided I needed a Guardian instead.” He said softly. “Why can’t you go find another human whose needs are similar to mine? Find someone we both can get along with. And once you do, I’ll move wherever you want me to for school. Those are my terms.” 

Logan hardly cared if another human liked him. He was a demon. Humans were supposed to fear his kind. But Virgil? His human needed a good roommate. One that would want to be around him, unlike Virgil’s current set that barely acknowledged his existence unless it was his turn to take out the trash. However, if he was out hunting for this good roommate…that would mean--

“I can hardly be considered a Guardian if you’re left defenseless while I’m off searching who knows where for who knows how long for this hypothetical person!” Logan retorted. “You would have to allow me to establish a means to ensure you’re safe while I am gone or that you could summon me if you find yourself in danger before I would even consider--” 

“What sort of thing?” 

Logan frowned. Was the stress of three near death attempts addling his charge’s mind? Perhaps the air underneath the bed was’t flowing properly--he shifted, teleporting them both onto Virgil’s bed where he could have this conversation in a more proper format. After all, humans didn’t usually make deals under their beds. Though it probably was too much to expect his charge to draw a sigil on the floor. Not if he wanted his deposit back. 

He kept a wing securely around Virgil as the human adjusted his position to rest more comfortably against him, a move that should be more counter-intuitive despite Logan’s proclamations of keeping him safe. There was too much trust here. Virgil had hardly done more than sharply inhale at them suddenly appearing on top of his bed.

“So?” He asked once he was comfortable, fingers brushing against the inside of Logan’s wing. “What sort of thing were you thinking?” 

Logan shrugged a shoulder, trying to not focus on how relaxed Virgil was with him. “...I was considering a cell phone.” 

The laugh his charge let out shouldn’t make his hearts flutter so.

Virgil grinned, shaking his head, the storm cloud above him glittering brightly despite it’s shifting state. “That’s so...human, Lo. But what if it dies? What if I get mine taken away? They’re hardly reliable despite how much I use mine. Isn’t there a sort of…” He waved a hand around. “Sigil or spell or mark? Something that you can place on me?” 

Yes. But--

Before he could speak his charge ducked out from under his wing, grabbing at his backpack on the floor and digging into it. “I could draw something on me.” He offered, pulling out a pen. “And then you enchant it or whatever to--are you okay?”

That was---ha. Logan swallowed, wings shifting back as he looked his human in the eyes. “That is...it’s not a light commitment to make, Virgil.” He finally answered. “You shouldn’t allow any demon, let alone me--” Despite how much he desperately wanted it. It would be so much easier to ensure he could protect Virgil than using a cell phone. “--to mark you so. I doubt you want a permanent connection to me and a sigil once placed on living flesh cannot easily be removed.” 

Virgil tapped his pen against his lips, tilting his head as he silently studied Logan. 

His tail twisted at the scrutiny. “It’s too much of a risk.” He repeated, holding his hands palm up. “You have no guarantee that I will remain a...Guardian to you.” Though at this point he couldn’t see him being anything else. “I am a Demon. It’s not in our nature to--”

He cut off as Virgil reached out, resting his hands in Logan’s clawed ones, gently squeezing them. “Lo.” 

His hearts skipped a beat at the nickname. Gah. If Virgil ever figured out how being called Lo truly affected him, far more than any deal would, he would be completely done for--he flinched, inhaling sharply as a purplish glow appeared, covering both of their hands as his charge gave a small smirk. 

“You’ve saved my life twice now.” He said softly, leaning forward, unfazed by the glow. 

Though of course Virgil would have no idea that this wasn’t normal, not when Logan hadn’t done anything! 

“That’s hardly a demon’s nature now is it? To save someone? Someone who made no deal to gain such protection?” 

….No. It wasn’t normal. He knew that. He-- Logan made a sound in his throat as the purplish glow shifted between them winding like a ribbon around their wrists. He eyed it warily, it was a sign, despite the fact that the glowing ribbon should be red instead of purple, that a deal was being struck though Logan had made no active attempt to initiate one. Hadn’t wanted--

“You’re no ordinary demon, Lo.” 

No...he wasn’t much like the others was he? Interacting with humans...a human...with Virgil willingly without being compelled to. To want to protect his charge, seeking to help him instead of...well...continuing to make him suffer. 

“If you don’t want the mark on me to be permanent then make it temporary.” Virgil said, maintaining eye contact. “Make it last as long as you need it to. But I know you know you want to know I’m okay. Is this not a good way to go about it?”  

His breath caught in his throat. There was too much trust in him here. Far too much. Virgil didn’t know what he was getting into. He couldn’t--it wasn’t safe. “I don’t--” Logan swallowed, fingers trembling in Virgil’s hands as the ribbon pulsed around them. “A demonic deal is never safe.” He couldn’t risk his charge like this. Something would go wrong. It wasn’t worth it. “I don’t want to make this type of deal. Any deal with you.” He whispered, wings fluttering with heat as he broke eye contact, bowing his head to his charge. 

“Lo?” Virgil adjusted his grip, squeezing his hands.  

He shuddered, eyes burning despite his inability to shed tears, his hearts pounding like the drums of war as he clung to those hands, careful always careful so that his claws wouldn’t pierce his delicate flesh, wouldn’t draw blood to seal whatever deal this purple ribbon was trying to instigate. He couldn’t hurt him. 

“It’s not proper.” He said softly. “A demon shouldn’t care about this. A demon would just say yes. But I can’t. Because I do. I care. I just want you safe, Virgil. Protected. Happy. A deal won’t-- I can’t---a demon can’t--” 

“Perhaps.” Virgil tilted his head, peering up into Logan’s slitted eyes. “You should stop thinking of yourself as a demon then.”

He blinked, wings drawing back as the purple ribbon pulsed. “What?” But that--that’s what he was. Sure, he wasn’t acting like one currently, but no one would look at him and think he was anything else.

“Well...you’ve already said it yourself, haven’t you? Starting back when I nearly froze to death. What you really are.” 

He’d said a lot of--Wait. Logan looked up, barely able to breathe from how tight his chest felt. “You...remember that time?” 

Virgil shook his head. “Not all of it. But I do remember one thing, Lo.” He grinned, eyes glittering as the purple ribbon flashed a brilliant indigo, the bright warm light washing over Logan before he could blink.  

“You’re a Guardian. My Guardian.” End.

#Demon Comfort #December Drabbles #stillebesat #Sanders Sides #Logan #Virgil #Logic #Anxiety #Demon!Logan #Near Death experience tw #Hazing tw #Manipulation tw #December Day 14

[dragonjadearts]

so I counted them all up and I have 12 Sanders Sides AUs that are at least partially fleshed out. I’m sure I have a lot more somewhere in the back of my head, but these are the main ones

Soooo... I have to stay up all night to finish my animation project for tomorrow so send me an ask if you want to know anything about any of my AUs! It can be a specific question or you just letting me rant about them!

1. Other Worlds - When a teenage Logan accidentally ends up in a parallel dimensions, it’s up to his dad Patton to find him and bring them both home. But this parallel world is facing troubles of its own and getting back to reality looks like it’s going to be more difficult than it seems.

2. Source of Magic - Virgil has been looking for a home since the day he first realized he was a sorcerer, but every time he thinks he’s found one, something goes wrong. The magical world is calling to him, and no matter how much he tries not to listen, maybe it’s calling him home.

3. Warrior Heart - Roman never knew where he came from, but that didn’t stop him from having big dreams for the future. But when the King decides to start a war with their neighboring country, he can’t let him go through with it, even if it means giving up the love of his life.

4. The Star I Called my Home - Virgil just got abducted by aliens, and if that’s not weird enough, apparently his dad is an alien too? Nothing makes sense in outer space, but it’s one hell of an adventure.

((The rest of the summaries are under the cut, but this post is already so long))

5. Bloodlines - Mythical creatures are long since extinct, but their blood runs through almost every human on the planet. There are some exceptions, some last ancestral lineages of pure, untainted humanity. Patton is one of them. He didn’t realize how much trouble that would be until he started high school.

6. The Old High School Song and Dance - Patton just moved schools and has already somehow managed to find himself trapped in between two gangs rivaling for power. Also he might be falling in love with one of their leaders?? What a mess.

7. Old Hearts, Young Love - Janus is doing just fine raising his two sons all by himself, he doesn’t need anyone else in his little family. Until Patton Heart, an old flame, comes flying back into his life at lightning speed to recapture his heart.

8. Oceans Apart - Roman was perfectly happy living in his aquarium, performing tricks and dazzling audiences, until he was suddenly hundreds of miles from home on a coastline populated with strange merfolk and no way to know which way was home. Now he has to find his way through perilous waters and maybe find a little bit of love along the way.

9. Hunting Party - Roman, Logan, and Patton make up one of the most promising vampire hunting teams in the Hunter Organization, a company dedicated to hunting down the vermin to protect humanity. Virgil is a recently turned vampire with no where else to turn. What happens they meet?

10. A Moonlit Path to the Castle - How does Logan always find himself in these absurd situations? How did he get here, in this strange world where a corrupt King threatens to destroy everything and Guardians who are strangely familiar... Nothing makes sense, but there’s a comfort in the strange magic of the unknown.

11. This World we Broke - When Virgil finds and hatches a dragon egg, he finds himself swept up into a world of magic, elves, and corrupt Kings. Is he really the one destined to save the world when all he wanted was to save his family?

12. Home at Long Last - The sides are dragontaurs, half man and half dragon beasts. They all come from different backgrounds and different lives, but they all find a home at the home of Thomas Sanders.

#sanders sides #ts sides #Thomas sanders #sanders sides au #alien au #ts alien au #dragontaur au #virgil sanders #ts virgil #patton sanders #ts patton #roman sanders #ts roman #Logan sanders #ts logan #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #ask game

[zanderz-zidez]

The Gay Couple And Their 6 Daughters

Ok y'all, I have this idea for a new au. I found all the photos on Google BTW.

Thomas Sanders

46

Actor

Met Nico when they were 12, they started dating at 17, got married at 21

Adopted all their kids as babies

The parent who's home the most

Nico Sanders

46

Writer

Works at a coffee shop on the side

Main breadwinner of the family

Can actually cook

Janus Sanders

21

Sociology student

Wants to be a politician

The leader of the debate team for her college

Works part time at a library

The cool sister

Patricia Sanders

19

Secretary at a doctors office

Has a baking addiction

Cottage core aesthetic

The mom sister

Lois Sanders

16

High school student

Has skiped multiple years

Doesn't do slang

Slight anger issues

Straight (ha, nope) A+ grades

The smart sister

Virginia Sanders

14

Middle school student

The quiet kid at school

Only social online

Writes short stories

The Introverted sister

Rowan Sanders

13

Middle school student

Theatre kid

Started dancing and singing before walking and talking

The perfectionist sister

Rebecca Sanders

13

Middle school student

Artsy kid

Disturbing art pieces

No filter

The gremlin sister

#the gay couple and their 6 daughters #sanders sides #thomas sanders #nico flores #janus sanders #fem!janus sanders #patton sanders #fem!patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #fem!virgil sanders #roman sanders #fem!roman sanders #remus sanders #fem!logan sanders #fem!remus sanders #human au #genderbend au #fem!au

[starlightinhumanform]

Friday Night Lights: Chapter Two

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety 

Summary: Roman and Virgil play opposite positions on their rival high school football teams. It’s the Homecoming game and tensions are high. Neither are willing to lose but one must rise above the other...

Warnings: Descriptions of pain/injury, Moderate language, One mention of drinking (Please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff 

A/N: Well... nearly a year since the first chapter came out I’m finally writing again!!! I really love this AU (even though I know very little about football lmao) and I have a lot of ideas about how I would like to include more Sanders Sides characters into this world. If I can get some more of my unfinished fics done, I really want to expand this series. Until then, I hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

Chapter One   Ao3   Fic Masterpost   Fic Request Info

The first play passed by in a blink. Most of the guys at the front went down quickly, even the largest crumpling under Prince and his brigade. Somehow in the chaos, the ball had been passed to Remy instead of Virgil and the fullback was tackled to the ground.

Virgil rolled his eyes at Remy as the team fell back into formation, only a few feet forward from where they had begun, “Dude, why’d the fuck did it get passed to you? It’s not like a knucklehead like you would know what to do with it.”

Remy huffed a laugh in response, “I have no clue. I’ll make sure it gets to you this time… hopefully.”

He glanced over in the direction that Remy was grimacing. It was Prince, of course, lumbering toward his position with what seemed to Virgil to be nothing but brutish arrogance. Roman acted like the entire game was about him; he acted like it was West Shore Vs Roman instead of West Shore Vs Knights. He probably didn’t even care about the game— it was all about showing off.

Crouched in the back of the formation, it was hard to see anyone at the front but he could picture Roman, somehow managing to smirk behind his mouthguard. Virgil hoped that Remy would rub his face in the turf.

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Roman prepared for the second down, glad to see that the jock in front of him wasn’t looking nearly as confident as he had at the first down. Knocking someone to the ground always seemed to do the trick.

The ball was hurled straight back to Tempeste and the bitch who had growled at him earlier didn’t even try to block Roman. Good. All that was left between him and the weird little halfback was Remy Ristretto.

Roman tried to steady himself before the expected slam, but Ristretto’s tackle hit him low in the stomach, managing to knock him off balance. From the ground, he could just barely see the purple form of Tempeste weaving down the field and avoiding every single one of the Monarch Knight’s defense.

Roman tried to throw off the weight of the boy on his back but found himself thoroughly pinned down. His mouth was filled with the taste of plastic turf and dusty rubber and almost the entirety of his vision was blocked by the grape juice flavoured uniform on top of him. It was humiliating. And Tempeste was still running, reaching the end zone without being touched by a single Knight. It was like his feet didn’t even touch the ground, flying across the field.

The West Shore team were given the chance to make a field goal, and made it, but Roman hardly noticed. He was too busy grumbling about how he was going to get back at Tempeste the second he got the chance.

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By halftime, Virgil felt like he had been driven over by a steamroller. Multiple times. A steamroller covered in baseball bats.

As the marching band paraded past where Virgil was sitting, he wondered vaguely about the operability of a steamroller that had baseball bats attached to it. Maybe the hit he had taken to the head earlier in the game had been harder than he thought.

Remy sat down besides him, “What’s going on in that big old head of yours?”

“Uhhhhh, a lot of cartoon gong sound effects. Now that I think about it, that might just be the band.”

Virgil looked out across the field as the marching band made their final pass around the turf. The sky was completely dark by now but the stadium glowed bright as day under the huge lights. It was always wonderfully surreal to Virgil, the time of night when the field became its own little world still holding onto the glory of day. He hoped glory was still how he felt about this field by the end of the game. The alternative would be shame; the alternative would be defeat.

And defeat was not an option for a game right before homecoming. It’s not that Virgil particularly cared about the school dances, quite the opposite in fact, he hated them. They were crowded, noisy, and you had to wear uncomfortable clothes and stand around with a bunch of people you don’t like instead of being at home watching scary movies and eating pizza in your pajamas. But there’s only one thing worse than going to a school dance— going to the a school dance after losing the biggest game of the season.

“You’re worried, aren’t you?” Remy’s voice broke through Virgil’s thoughts, “Well stop it. We’re ahead of the Knights—“

“Barely.”

“—you’ve made some great runs so far—“

“I’ve gotten blocked plenty of times too.”

“—and you’re always at your best in the second half of the game. Now stop putting all your energy towards making the little hamster wheel in your brain turn faster and go use it on the field. C’mon man, the third quarter is about to start.”

Virgil shook his head as if to dislodge the distracting thoughts, letting his purple bangs fall in front of his face for a moment before brushing them back and putting his helmet on. Remy was right. Virgil had started football as a way to channel his anxiety, not to cause himself more. He just needed to get on that field and start running.

He jumped up and started bouncing on his feet, letting the adrenaline flow through his body until it felt like he was buzzing. Virgil was ready to win.

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Roman was ready to win.

He could feel it boiling in stomach, the drive, the push to alway be the best. The teams had been neck-and-neck the entire game but West Shore’s grape-coloured menace had managed to scrape by with a slight lead by the end of the second quarter. Roman had no idea how Tempeste could even run that fast; he had short little legs and was about as delicate as a twig. Maybe West Shore just hooked him up to a car battery and gave him 20 energy drinks before every game.

However they made it happen, the kid could run. He didn’t look like he belonged on a football team, more like a trackstar or even a dancer. Roman knew he looked like a football player— tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, his extra weight part of what made him such a good defense. But Tempeste... he was like no player Roman had ever seen. Maybe that’s why Roman couldn’t beat him like any other player.

As the teams fell into formation, Roman looked across the row of helmets and accidentally made eye contact with Virgil. His stare burned with intensity. Roman hated to admit it, but he liked that about the rival school’s halfback, the feverish energy that seemed to storm around him. In fact, if Roman was being really honest, he loved playing against the West Shore because he loved playing against Tempeste. The energy was infectious. Playing against him made Roman want to run faster, hit harder, be better.

Roman smiled behind the mouthguard that rested on his bottom teeth. Maybe he did know how to beat Virgil; maybe he had to be just as crazy and vicious as his opponent.

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Virgil knew what it felt like to get tackled. In his high school career he had gotten jumped on top and thrown to the ground by various sweaty, muscly dudes more times than he could ever dream of counting or would ever care to. He had been dragged to the ground, sat on, and pushed over from every angle and in every way.

But he had never, never felt a tackle like Roman’s in the beginning of the third quarter of that game.

He saw it coming, practically in slow motion, before Prince actually hit him. The boy’s shoulders were nearly twice as big as Virgil’s even with all his gear. He came charging towards Virgil head-down like a bull, his bright red helmet set with a direct trajectory to Virgil’s solar plexus.

Virgil tried to sidestep, skirting just past the moving wall of Roman Prince, but somehow Roman was moving simply too fast. The impact struck just at his core and a deep kind of pain, like a bruise that goes all the way to the bone, resonated outwards through his entire body. A vibration ran all the way to his fingertips.

Virgil could see the crowd going wild, booing and cheering and maybe just screaming with no inflection, making noise for the hell of it. He couldn’t hear any of it. Maybe the entire world had been put on mute or maybe the ringing in his ears was drowning it out.

He fell backwards and Roman flew over him, momentum carrying him forward. When he landed— and boy, did he land— he fell on directly onto Virgil’s chest. Virgil thought Roman had knocked the wind out of him by hitting him in the sternum. By landing flat on his chest with the entire bulk of his body, Roman found another ounce of breath left in Virgil’s body to shock out of him.

His vision and hearing tunneled out, focusing on the one thing capturing his entire attention: Roman. The boy on top of him was heavy, crushing Virgil through his thick shoulder pads. The heat of Prince’s body spread through his gear as well, although, based on the sweat damping his hairline, Virgil really wasn’t one to talk.

Roman was strong, stronger than him. Virgil tried to squirm away but he could feel Prince throwing his weight downwards and his arms straining to keep Virgil caged to the ground.

Just as intense as his physical strength, Prince’s eyes seemed to burn. Before, they always seemed to be depthless, simply dark and brutish like a bear. Now, breathlessly close, there seemed to be a light behind them, a thousand times brighter than the stadium lights. Gold tones shining through the dark brown of his eyes. It was the most beautiful thing Virgil had ever seen. It was also easily one of the most terrifying things he’d ever seen.

Virgil kept the ball close to his chest. As long as he could keep it, the West Shore team would still have possession and could continue to move forward across the field. They could still win.

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Roman had Tempeste pinned to the ground and somehow it was the most exhilarating thing he had ever done. Which isn’t to say he had never tackled the halfback before— they had been playing against each other for several years now— but this was different somehow, more personal.

Tempeste growled beneath him, wriggling to escape the tackle like water slipping between his fingers. Roman push down harder, refusing to let him go.

Footsteps pounded behind them, turf crunching under the stampede of Knights quickly charging forward. Roman braced himself for the pile-up he knew was coming, over a thousand pounds worth of his team jumping to join the tackle.

One guy slammed into Roman’s back then another, then another. The pressure of the game must have been getting to them as well because they threw themselves at Roman and Tempeste like a pack of wild animals.

It felt like every single Knight, including the offense players, were joining the tackle. And feel was the correct term. He could hardly see anything besides Tempeste’s face within his purple helmet. But he could feel everything, every hit of his teammates as their full weight fell against his back. Beneath him, Tempeste’s breath began quickening, like he was sprinting again. But of course he wasn’t, he was pinned down just like Roman was.

Roman glanced down into the depths of Virgil’s helmet, searching past the grill. Shining in the dark, his eyes caught a small reflection of the stadium lights. They were large, startled, and obviously panicked. He looked like a trapped animal and his breathing only continued to become more rapid.

Their eyes met as Roman looked down and he realized this was the first time he had ever seen Virgil look really, truly afraid. He had seen Tempeste in the fourth quarter, 20 points behind and looking as determined and fierce as ever. He had seen Tempeste sprint across the field, followed by the entire Monarchs team, with a huge grin on his face like there was nothing he would rather do than be hunted after. He had seen Tempeste stand toe-toe-to, small chest puffed out and jaw set confidently, with some guy over a foot taller than him because he tried to mouth off about Virgil’s ability. He had never seen him like this.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok,” Roman set his helmet grill against Virgil’s. He knew Virgil couldn’t hear him and probably didn’t even know why he was putting his face so close. Hell, Roman didn’t even know why he was doing it. There was something about Virgil’s genuine fear that he felt the need to comfort him, tell him that it was just a game, that he would be alright.

The weight of another player hit him and Roman was slammed against Virgil’s chest. The sudden shift forced Roman onto his wrist, the small joint carrying him and the entirety of his team. Something cracked. He gasped sharply as pain struck every molecule in his body. Roman’s vision went black.

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Virgil sat in the locker room, staring vaguely across at the rows of blue shelves in front of him as he held a pack of ice against his shoulder. The nurse said that it might have been dislocated in the pileup.

He wished he could blame it on Roman, that oaf was the one who had tackled him to begin with. He couldn’t though. It was Roman’s job to tackle him and that’s exactly what Roman had done and as much as it confused and somewhat infuriated Virgil, he also knew the other boy had protected him from the blunt force of his teammates. Why? Why would he do that?

Dull pain throbbed through the entirety of his body, clouding his mind. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t quite wrap his head around what had happened.

Virgil was pretty sure Roman got hurt too. As he had walked off the field, gritting his teeth, he caught a glimpse of Prince cradling his hand as he walked in the opposite direction.

It was one hell of a pileup; four years of football and he had only been in a tangle that bad the first time he had played against the Monarchs. Maybe he and Roman were just destined to create disasters.

Virgil grimaced as his mind kept wandering back to Roman. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but worry if Prince was alright. Virgil had no idea what was going on in his mind, or on the field, or in the locker room on the other side.

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Roman was bored. He sat on the bleachers, watching the game drag on ahead of him as he held a pack of ice to his wrist. The nurse had told him it was probably just strained but Roman wasn’t convinced. He could feel the ache throbbing up his arm with every beat of his heart. Between the pain and the pressure spreading out from grinding his teeth, Roman’s head was trapped in a haze that he could barely see through.

From what he could tell, the Monarch Knights were winning. With Virgil out, Westshore’s offense had been greatly weakened. Roman hardly cared; he wasn’t out there, Virgil wasn’t out there, none of the spark was left in the game. What was the point of winning if there was no one to win against?

The crowd roared as the final quarter came to a close. The Knights won, but Roman didn’t. He felt disappointed, dejected, and like he didn’t quite understand where he was. This wasn’t his game.

The night came to an end and Roman opted to go straight to the locker room instead of shaking hands with the other team, blaming it on his wrist.  Usually, he loved facing the other team after a win— admittedly because it gave him a chance to gloat over them— but he just couldn’t find that same feeling tonight.

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Virgil leaned against a cold concrete wall of the bleachers, staring up at the stadium light’s false sun above him. If he looked far enough, he could find the dark sky and the twinkling lights of the city below him and beyond the intense glow of the school.

A cool breeze was picking up as the world shifted into night. It was beautiful but Virgil couldn’t appreciate it. He just wished there had been some sort of ending, a closure of some kind. He and Prince’s last hurrah against each other. But they hadn’t gotten a hurrah, all they got was a game that petered out and came to sputtering stop as they both sat on the sidelines. Virgil didn’t even care that West Shore lost; it was never about West Shore and the Monarchs. It was about him and Roman.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, “You mind if I join your sulking or would you rather be left alone to mope?”

Virgil spun around, his body tensing at Roman’s voice and sending a twinge of pain down from his shoulder, “What do you want?”

Roman stepped closer, “I told you, I came to sulk with you because that’s obviously what we’re both doing.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Yeah, right well... fuck off.”

“Man, I thought you might bite before but now I’m sure of it.”

Prince took another casual step forward as Virgil’s mind began racing. What is he doing? Virgil’s eyes swept over Roman. He had never really seen him out of his football uniform and damn. In denim jeans and a red tee shirt, Virgil was actually able to see him for the first time. Most guys were greatly exaggerated by the uniform, making them look bigger and stronger, but nope, Roman was really just built like that. His gaze reached Prince’s face. Like the rest of his body, his features looked like they had been sculpted and chiseled like some type of statue. He was reminded of how beautiful Roman’s eyes were when he actually took the time to look at them, the warm shades of brown filtering through each other.

“Uh, what are you looking at?” Roman laughed, a hint of nervousness creeping into the edge of his voice.

Virgil felt blood rushing to his face as a deep blush rose to his cheeks. He had been staring, hadn’t he? “Sorry.”

Roman stepped even closer, clearing his throat again, “I actually came over here because... I wanted just wanted to tell you I’ve really enjoyed playing against you. And it can’t just be summed up by saying ‘good game;’ it’s been a hell of a good four years... you’re a phenomenal player.”

Virgil stared down at his feet. This was not what he had been expecting, not that he had been expecting any of this, “You know... it hasn’t been easy to be the smallest person on the team— shit, I’m the smallest player in any of the district teams. I don’t think I would have kept playing, or would have tried as hard to stay on the team if I wasn’t absolutely set on kicking your ass.”

Roman laughed— a deep, genuine sound flooding from somewhere in his broad chest— and Virgil couldn’t help but grin.

“So yeah... thanks for that. And good game,” Virgil smiled up at the other boy.

“Well, we can’t exactly shake hands like usual,” Roman glanced down at his swollen wrist and Virgil’s shoulder that he was still nursing.

“Can we do something else then?” Virgil moved so he was standing face to face with Roman, his heart pounding in his ears.

Virgil could feel Roman’s breathing quicken as he reached up with his good arm, sliding his hand to the base of Roman’s neck. Put he didn’t startle, he didn’t try to move away. If anything, he seemed to be leaning into the touch.

Virgil moved forward, standing on the tips of his toes to press his lips against Roman’s. For a horrific second, he thought Roman wouldn’t return it but after a moment of apparent shock, Roman bowed his head to deepen the kiss. He tipped them forward, supporting the entirety of Virgil’s weight with his uninjured hand.

When they finally broke away, Virgil was completely breathless. He definitely hadn’t seen that coming at the beginning of the evening.

Roman looked equally surprised but he began grinning like an idiot as the realization of what had just happened settled over him, “Can we do that again??”

Virgil laughed at Roman’s eager, puppy-dog-eyes expression, “At least buy me a drink first.”

“Well, I can’t exactly do that seeing as we’re both like 17–“

“Excuse you, I’m 18,” Virgil stuck his tongue out in mock indignation.

“Yeah, well, uh, would you maybe want to go to homecoming with me?” Roman began rushing his words out, “I mean, I totally get if not. There’s absolutely no pressure. And I’m sure you already have plans so—“

“That’d be cool,” Virgil broke in, “I’d really, really like that.”

Roman’s face once again broke into a beaming smile, “Really??”

“Yeah you big idiot, that’s why I said it. Besides, it’s awful going to a dance after losing a game so I might as well bring a trophy,” Virgil slipped his hand into Roman’s and began leading them out of the stadium and into the parking lot. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened tonight. He had started the evening determined to win, but even though West Shore lost, he didn’t feel disappointed.

Virgil looked at the silhouette of Roman against the fading campus lights as he walked alongside him. Maybe he had won something even more important than the game.

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💞 My ultimate Sobbe fic recs 💞

Recently, I have gone through Robbe/Sander tag on ao3 and I decided to compose a list of fics that are absolute gems for me. A few disclaimers first:

✔ I didn’t include works in progress (WIPs), however I did include fics that are only on tumblr

✔ the order of the fics below is random

✔ this is the list of my personal favorites so if your favorite fic is not on the list it doesn’t mean it’s bad or that I consider it bad - we just vibe with different things :)

✔ if there’s a fic on this list that you decided to give a shot and loved it, please remember about leaving a comment under it to let the author know that

✔ I’ve been trying to add the “read more” thingy but it doesn’t show, I’m sorry, I know long posts are annoying af

under 1k

we’re keeping it simple by noobishere | G

Summary: Sander comes over unannounced and attacks Robbe’s very person (a.k.a the one where Sander teases Robbe on Eenvoud)

This is a guaranteed mood lifter. It’s short, sweet, to the point, and oh so funny. The banter. And I’d die to see that in the show. 

1k - 5k

Fizzy Colas by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: Let’s say this is a clip (hopefully not as short as the standard 1:40 of this season) with Sander as the main on a ‘bros night out’ 🍻

This author is my queen/king alright? They take a simple idea and turn it into the most lovely/cute/soft story. This fic is exactly that. Sobbe’s chemistry here is out of this world and the banter is to die for.

high for this by flowersmaze (@bowieskam) | G

Summary: In which Sander remains a Flirt™ and in love with Robbe even when he can’t feel his face after a medical procedure

The summary says it all. Loopy Sander is the cutest and funniest thing.

Pull Me from the Dark by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (@theoceanismyinkwell) | T

Summary: Sander discovers that Robbe has recently been prescribed antidepressants, and Robbe opens up to him about the night he almost stepped off the bridge. Only love will show how much they’ve grown and pull them through.

This time, the boys talk about Robbe’s mental state which is unusual in fics. This oneshot is communication 101. And this line is just 👌🏻 “But after the dust of their first kiss and their first vows of commitment settled around them, Robbe took a look at the space in which he floated and realized, somewhere along the line, that finding the love of your life doesn’t fix you.”

diminuendo by noobishere

Summary: Waking up feels like an ordeal. His eyes are heavy, arms a dead weight, he isn’t sure if his limbs are even in the right places, but eventually, Sander comes to. (a.k.a a take on how Sander fairs after Robbe left for school.)

Sander’s POV after Dinsdag 7:27. It’s a great insight into his headspace during that time. This could be a scene in the show because it fits so well.

you’re wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall | M

Summary: Two city boys go camping. What could go wrong? (Everything, apparently.)

Those boys are a chaotic mess okay? They’re such dorks. This fic has the best kind of grumpiness there is and sobbe is written so in character here.

if we can make it through december (maybe we’ll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Robbe and Sander at the Christmas market.

Can you imagine those two dorks at the Christmas market? Well you don’t have to anymore because this fic is everything you need and more. And this line “Couldn’t,” Sander sulks. “You can’t hold hands properly with mittens on.” makes me go all gooey inside every.single.time 😍

A New Sunday Feeling by Foxsake5 | M

Summary:  Sander before Robbe: Ugh, Sundays 😒 Sander after Robbe: 😏🥺🥰

The way this author writes sobbe’s intimate moments is just pure talent. They have such way with words.

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Saint Nicholas is the perfect excuse for an evening of gifts and banter with the flatshare. (Basically all five of them being cute together, and then Robbe and Sander being cute with just the two of them.)

This is the perfect fic for an October evening, when Christmas is just around the corner and you’ve just made yourself a cup of coffee and want to read some heart-warming well-written christmassy fluff. 

5k - 10k

Let’s Dance by msleviss (@sander-driesen) | G

Summary: Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

THIS PERSON PREDICTED DJ SANDER Y’ALL. And Robbe thirsts over him. And there is an instant connection. And Robbe dances. And it’s so cute.

video phone by tokyometropolis (@luludemauryyy) | E

Summary: AKA OH MY GOD, THEY WERE QUARANTINED…except not together, because life is cruel. Thankfully it’s 2020 and when Robbe has an…er…intense dream about Sander in the middle of the night, all he has to do is press one button and Facetime him about it. Thing is…sometimes FaceTiming isn’t enough.

Look. I get that smut fics are not everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s totally fine. But. If you’re looking for a well-written smut that’s in character and where you can feel the love between the characters, this is it. Hands down. Sorry not sorry 💁🏼‍♀️

10k - 20k

our camp of dreams by robbesanderx (@robbesdriesen) | M

Summary: a summer camp!AU where robbe and sander are both co-counselors

Misunderstandings lead to pining. Teenage angst at its finest. I really like camp stories, it’s my thing.

Falling For You by silver_etoile (@azozzoni) | T

Summary: Robbe only knows one thing about football: that Sander Dreisen is the hottest player on the FC Utrecht team. When Jens drags him to a match, the last thing Robbe expects is to meet someone so perfect, and it’s all he can do not to mess it up, but will he succeed?

Sobbe in a different setting with a bit different dynamic yet still having that special something. It’s a nicely written story of the development of their relationship, first meeting, falling in love, ups and down, all the best things in fics. And Sander as a soccer player is a pretty 🔥 concept (and I think Robbe agrees).

This isn’t our first time around by noobishere | E

Summary: One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they’re in this strange but familiar room.(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

The universe takes matters into their own hands and shows those silly boys that they are meant to be. Sign me up for the ride.

Coffee and Croques by peaceoutofthepieces (@peaceoutofthepieces) | G

Summary: Sander works at the on-campus coffee shop with Eliott, and he might just have a crush on the cute boy in the brown coat.

I’m a sucker for coffeshop fics. There is just something so good about them. This one is the coffeshop!AU that sobbe deserves. Oh the pining, and the secretive looks, the silly boys, and a pinch of Elu. Me likey ☕

The finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove | M

Summary: The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

This is magical. My comment on the work was “So soft, so beautiful, so THEM, ugh.” and I MEANT that. This is just the right amount of sweetness. This is a must read. I’m not messing around. 

two side of the same coin series by MajorAccent (@acespaceacepilot) | E

Summary: the valleys and mountains of sander’s bpd

How the boys handle Sander’s ups and downs. Robbe being the best boyfriend ever. I love how good he is for Sander, being there for him, not treating him like a baby, and not controlling him. How much he tries to make it at least a little bit easier for him. If you don’t want to read explicit stories, at least give the first part a try since it’s not E rated. 

Zaterdag 9:58 by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: What happened after the croissants dropped to the floor 🥐🤭💕

I meant it when I said Foxsake5 has great way with words. Every single piece of theirs is just “chef’s kiss”. This fic is a definition of a domestic fic. Oh, and it happened. Totally. It’s my headcanon now.

its an unrequited love by eggsntoast | G

Summary: Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

A Sander POV fic. I was sold from the beginning. The development of their relationship here is so cute, and they’re being so stupid with their pining instead of just talking to each other and you just want to shake them but at the same time you’re rooting for them so hard. Oh and did I mention pining?

20k+

Jij Verliest series by ravenbrenna09 (@djsander) | M

Summary: For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

This is a long series okay? But oh so worth it. It’s captivating and you don’t want to stop until you finish. And once you finish you’re sad it’s over even though you’ve just spent 8 fucking hours reading it. It’s amazing. But you probably know that because it’s quite popular (rightfully so). The best thing is that you expect it to go bad halfway through because it’s difficult to keep the quality on the same level in a fic that long. But it doesn’t.

Visitations by lucidpantone (@lucidpantone) | E

Summary: Does Robbe and Sander’s relationship survive into adulthood. This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.This love story is a journey. So be prepared.In the words of one of our Even’s. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

This is not a regular fic. The author put so much thought into it, there are so many gems, so many little things that you have to pay attention to because it.all.matters. And there is not one interpretation. Don’t you just love when a story forces you to think and use your brain? Cause I do. Not gonna lie: this story hurts, and like the author says themselves, it’s a journey. But oh my god get in because it’s amazing. And the ending is just sjsjsjsjsddhdhsdsgdsg 🤯

the night we met by themoongirl (@dearsander) | T

Summary: Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won’t let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

A college AU. This fic is a journey of pain and fluff and humor. It has awesome friendships. And sobbe falling in love. And liminal spaces. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember it as well as the others but you know what? I still remember that it was great and I’m lowkey happy I don’t remember it that well because now I can go and read it again. 

The Stars Look Very Different by @peaceoutofthepieces 

Summary: Robbe is bored. He’s bored of listening to his friends talking about girls, and his other friends making out, and no one ever doing anything. He’s tired of having to put in all the work, of making his own fun. He’s tired of feeling nothing so he doesn’t have to feel like nothing. His party stunts are pushing the limit, his thrill seeking beginning to worry even his friends, and his carelessness is toeing the line of dangerous.

He’s a little tired of being ‘dangerous’, too.

Sander may or may not have a crush on the older boy with the apparent death wish. He wouldn’t mind a little danger.

Once I started reading this fic, each day I was waiting for an update at the edge of my seat which was a feeling I expected from s4 that did not deliver. TSLVD definitely delivered. My favorite sobbe social media AU

Ziggy Stardust Series by skamsnake (@skamsnake) | M/E

A collection of fics taking place throughout the season. Most of them are E rated so be aware of that but it’s a really cool mixture of fluff and spice *fans myself*

#wtfock #sobbe #robbe x sander #wtfock fanfic #sobbe fanfic #SHOW UP IN THE TAG

[sparrow-flies-south]

Ten Things Chapter 11

Fandom: Sanders Sides Pairings: Anxceit, Royality Intrulogical Summary: Ten Things I Hate About You AU When  Roman Prince learns that Patton Foster isn’t allowed to date until his  older brother, Virgil, is, Roman is crushed. Roman’s twin brother Remus,  however, comes up with a plan: find someone who is willing to date  Virgil. And who better to ask than Janus Verona, who according to rumours is willing to do anything for the right price? Taglist (ask to be added):  @glitchybina  @imlikeaghostzombiejesus @someone-idk-is-here @anxiety-ismy-name @what-aboutno @ellietempest @northlight14​

AO3 Link - Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven  - Chapter Eight  - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten

Patton didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know why Virgil was so upset with him, but he did know that someone had hurt his brother.

He’d seen Virgil on the side of the room while he had been dancing with Roman. Then he’d seen Luc Edwards talking to him – he knew that Virgil and Luc had been friends, but he also knew that Virgil didn’t seem to trust Luc much. And then Roman had drawn his attention away, and the next time he’d looked up, Virgil was on his way out of the gym.

Janus had slunk back inside not long after, and it was clear something was wrong, so he’d gone to find Virgil.

Patton turned and marched back into the gym, because Virgil had made it very clear that he didn’t want Patton around. He couldn’t see Janus inside, but he did see Luc, looking rather smug standing with his friends - Virgil’s friends.

Before Patton realised what he was doing, he was already halfway across the hall. When he did figure it out, he didn’t try and stop himself. Luc sneered when he spotted Patton, and opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was, he never got a chance to speak before Patton’s fist collided with his nose.

It must have been a good punch, because it sent Luc sprawling to the ground. Patton’s hand throbbed, because it turned out punching people hurt, but the adrenaline rushing through him made him feel good. This was the asshole that had hurt Virgil.

“What the fuck did you say to my brother?” Patton spat as Luc pushed himself to his feet.

Luc lunged at Patton, and Patton braced himself for it to hurt, but Luc’s friends were grabbing him and holding him back, and then someone was pulling Patton back, and standing between him and Luc.

“I’d advise you to move on,” Roman said.

Luc looked between Roman and Patton and back again, and for one heart stopping moment, Patton thought Luc was going to go after Roman. But Luc just shook his head, muttered “Whatever,” and walked away, his gaggle of friends following him.

Roman watched until he’d apparently decided Luc was far enough away, and then he turned to Patton. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Patton shook his head, feeling strangely numb now that the adrenaline was ebbing away. He’d never hit anyone before.

“What happened?” Roman asked.

Did you know? About Janus? About Roman? Virgil had asked, and he’d sounded scared and upset and hurt. Someone had hurt him.

“Roman,” Patton said, “What did you do?”

Roman frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“With Virgil. He said- he said you and Janus did something.”

Roman’s face paled. “Oh,” he said. “He- he found out?”

Patton shrugged, not sure what to say.

Roman sagged. “I didn’t- it wasn’t meant to be a big thing, okay? It was just meant to be a couple of times so your dad would be happy.”

“What was meant to be a couple of times?” Patton asked, though he had a sinking feeling he already knew the answer.

Roman didn’t answer for a moment, then he straightened his shoulders and said, “I paid Janus to date Virgil.”

A hundred small things slowly clicked into place; how Janus had suddenly seemed interested in Virgil; how Roman had brushed off Patton’s concerns about it.

“I swear,” Roman continued. “It was just meant to be a couple of dates. It wasn’t- no one was meant to get hurt.”

Patton took a step back. Roman still looked the same as he had earlier that night, like something from a fairytale, which didn’t make any sense because somehow, this Roman had done a horrible thing.

“You made my brother cry,” Patton said, and Roman’s face fell.

There was nothing else for Patton to say after that – if Roman didn’t know how much that meant, then, well, Roman had never really known him at all. Patton fled from the gym, and the cold winter’s air prickled at his skin as he stepped outside. A dress had seemed a lot smarter when he’d thought he’d only have to walk between the car and the gym.

But now he found himself unsure where to go. Roman was the one who had driven him there, but Patton didn’t want to go back and ask him for a lift. And he didn’t want to go home, either, not when Virgil was still so mad at him.

So he started walking, and went to the only other place that felt like home.

It only took a few knocks before Logan opened the door, and when he did, he looked surprised to see him.

“Patton,” he said, stepping aside quickly so Patton could get inside. “What happened?”

Patton shrugged, hovering in the hallway. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to warm up.

“Um,” he said, voice wobbling. “I- I think Roman and I just broke up.”

“Oh,” Logan said softly, and then there were arms wrapped around him, and Patton buried his head in Logan’s shoulder.

“That’s- I’m sorry,” Logan said hesitantly.

“Who is- oh,” a voice said.

Patton looked up, and for a moment he thought Roman was standing at the top of the stairs, until his brain was able to catch up with what he was seeing – the moustache, the kind of clothes Roman would never be seen dead in, the white streak in the hair.

“What’s going on?” Remus asked, climbing down the stairs.

Logan glanced at Patton, a question on his face, and Patton nodded.

“Patton and Roman broke up,” Logan explained.

“Wait, what?” Remus asked. “What happened?”

Patton shrugged, not wanting to have to think about what had happened.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Logan said sharply.

“Like hell he doesn’t! He just broke up with my brother!”

“Remus,” Logan snapped, and Remus threw his hands up.

“Fine,” Remus said. “Is Roman okay?”

“I think so?” Patton tried. “He, um, he was at the school. When I left, at least.”

Remus nodded, already moving out the door. Logan sighed.

“Stay here a moment,” Logan said, and then he hurried out of the door after Remus.

There didn’t seem to be much point in Patton just waiting in the hallway, so he went to Logan’s room. The office door was open when Patton passed it, and Logan’s mother Amy waved at Patton. Patton managed to smile and wave back.

He sat down on Logan’s bed, and fiddled with his pashmina. It was warm in here, at least.

It was only a few minutes later when he heard Logan come back. Logan said something to Amy in the hallway, the sound was too muffled for Patton to make out what it was, and then Logan stepped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Is Remus okay?” Patton asked.

Logan sighed. “He’s fine. He insisted on going to the school himself to meet Roman.”

Patton frowned. “But it’s dark. It might not be safe.”

“I imagine Remus is likely the scariest thing around,” Logan said, an amused smile on his face. He looked fond of Remus – Patton had noticed they’d spent time together, but he hadn’t realised that they were friends. With everything that was going on with Roman, he hadn’t thought about it.

Well, they must be close if Remus was at Logan’s house, and on the night of a dance-

Oh. Oh. Remus and Logan must be even closer than Patton had thought.

Logan was rummaging through his closet. He pulled something out and handed it to Patton. It was the sweater that Logan had gotten that summer, when he’d gone to a summer school at the nearby university.

Patton shook his head. “I’m fine. I should probably go-”

“Nonsense,” Logan said. “You just walked across town in a dress in the middle of winter. Clearly, you are upset. At the very least, you should get warm.”

Patton did as he was told. He fidgeted with the sleeves. “I ruined your night with Remus.”

“Hardly,” Logan muttered. “I will see Remus on Monday.” He hesitated, and then asked, “Virgil was at the dance too, correct?”

Patton nodded.

“Then why did you not talk to him? Surely he could have given you a lift home.”

Patton fiddled harder with the sleeve. “Oh,” he said trying to keep his voice light. “Well, I think Virgil hates me right now.”

His voice broke at the end, and Patton tried to wipe away the tears spilling down his face. They seemed to be coming to fast for him to control.

“I fail to see how that could be possible,” Logan said. “Nor why Virgil would be upset about you choosing to break up with your boyfriend

Patton just shrugged.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Logan prompted.

Slowly, and having to stop every so often because he started crying again, Patton explained what happened, how he’d chased after Virgil, and what Roman had told him. When he finished, Logan’s face was guarded.

“Did he say if-” Logan cut himself off and shook his head. “Never mind. Virgil doesn’t hate you.”

“But-”

“Virgil was upset and he lashed out. But, Patton, you haven’t done what he thinks you did.”

“But what if he doesn’t believe me?” Patton asked.

“Virgil knows you. He knows that this kind of thing is not something you are capable of.”

“I didn’t think it was something anyone was capable of,” Patton sighed. He reconsidered. “Well, Janus, maybe, but not Roman.”

Logan didn’t seem to know what to say to that, and Patton sighed. “Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, voice small.

Logan’s face softened. “Of course,” he said.

 Patton crept into his house as quietly as he could. He felt like he was trying to sneak in after sneaking out, except he wasn’t – he’d told Remy where he was the last night, so he hadn’t done anything wrong. But he didn’t want Virgil to know he was back, not when Virgil was probably still angry at him.

He had every right to be. Even if Patton hadn’t done anything on purpose, it was still all his fault. And Virgil had known what Roman was like, hadn’t he? And Patton had just ignored him.

He only got halfway to the stairs before Remy appeared. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept all night.

“Virgil came home early,” he said. “And he hasn’t come out of his room since. And you were either being sneaky or you spent the night with someone who isn’t your boyfriend.”

Patton felt his cheeks turn red at Remy’s implication. “It was just Logan.”

“Yeah, that’s my point,” Remy said. “What happened? And don’t even try to tell me that this is just a coincidence.”

“Your dumb rule happened,” Patton snapped. “If you had just let me make my own decisions, everything would be fine!”

“Hey,” Remy said, but Patton wasn’t done.

“Janus was just pretending to date Virgil,” Patton said. “Because Roman wanted to date me. But he couldn’t, because you’d already decided I’m too stupid to decide things for myself! Well, you were right! Thanks for proving it!”

Remy opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a door slamming upstairs. Remy looked guiltily at the ceiling, and Patton took that as an opportunity to push past him and go upstairs himself.

Virgil’s door was shut – he must have come out when Patton and Remy were arguing and then gone back in again. Patton hesitated, because Virgil was probably mad, but Patton needed to know that Virgil was okay.

“Virgil?” Patton called softly, knocking on the door.

For a while, there was silence, and Patton was about to give up and go to his room, when Virgil said, “Come in, Pat.”

Virgil was hunched over his desk, wearing his usual hoodie. The clothes he’d been wearing last night were scattered around the floor. Patton walked into the room, and perched on the edge of Virgil’s bed.

“I broke up with Roman,” Patton tried. “He told me everything.”

Technically, Patton had never actually said those words to Roman, but seeing as Roman hadn’t tried to contact him since last night, it seemed like he’d gotten the message.

“I broke up with Janus,” Virgil said. “Obviously.”

“Virgil, I promise, I had no idea-“

“I know,” Virgil said. “Sorry. For, uh, last night.”

“It’s fine,” Patton said.

“Nothings fine,” Virgil said. “I-fuck.”

Virgil was wiping at his eyes. Patton crossed the room quickly, and pulled Virgil into a hug. It was kind of awkward, since Virgil was sitting and Patton was standing.

“Stupid,” Virgil hissed, and Patton held him tighter.

“You’re not stupid,” Patton said, and when Virgil didn’t look convinced he added, “You’re not.”

“Janus Verona took an interest in me and I honestly thought he meant it.” Virgil laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I’d say that was pretty stupid of me.”

“I think tricking people is what Janus does,” Patton pointed out.

Virgil looked away. “I don’t want to talk about him. I know I brought him up, but-“

“We don’t have to,” Patton said. He glanced down at Virgil’s desk. “What are you writing?”

“A sonnet,” Virgil said. “It’s for English class.”

“Oh,” Patton said. “How’s it going?”

Virgil pulled a face. “It’s not anything I can show my teacher.”

Patton didn’t know what to say. It was like the world had ended last night, and now Patton was expected to keep on going as if it hadn’t. And Virgil had every right to say I told you so, had every right to gloat about it, or be mad at Patton.

Part of Patton preferred the snarling, vicious Virgil of last night than the defeated one of today.

“Hey,” Patton tried. “Do you want to… watch sad movies and eat ice cream and mope around?”

Virgil offered a small half-smile, the first Patton had seen since they’d been at the dance. “It’s like you read my mind, Pat.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceit #royality #intrulogical #virgil sander #ts virgil #janus sanders #ts janus #roman sanders #ts roman #remus sanders #ts remus #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #logan sanders #ts logan #my fic #ten things

[princess-rosie]

Underneath The Spotlight- A Sanders Sides Fic

Taglist: @sophiexteresa thank you so much for all your support! You’ve been here since chapter one and I cannot thank you enough for always leaving such sweet comments! I hope you’ve enjoyed this story, read my note at the end which explains what will happen with this au next!

Chapter 14: When the Curtain Falls

Read chapter 1 here! / Read here on ao3!

A/N: this is it, folks! The final chapter has arrived!

Warnings: mentions of food

Logan led the six of them onto the stage one final time, and before they knew it, it was time to all hold hands and take their final bow. They soaked up the sound of audience applause one last time time as they stood proudly and took their bow before Logan led the line into the wings, and the stage and the lights and the audience were now all just a memory. A beautiful, perfect memory to be looked back upon for years to come.

On the walk back to the dressing room, Janus took out his phone, glanced at the screen and winced.

“Patton, our pizza’s almost here- we need to go to the foyer and collect it.”

Logan looked at him skeptically.

“You had your phone in your trouser pocket. While performing on stage?”

Janus smirked.

“Well, yeah, I had to keep track of the pizza. And, besides, that routine was ridiculously simplistic, it couldn’t possibly have fallen out.”

Logan sighed. “If you say so.”

Patton walked up to Janus.

“What are we going to do? We aren’t allowed to go to the foyer, if we get caught we’re in huge trouble.”

“You’re right,” Janus said.

They both looked at the doorway that lead from backstage to the front of house, and Thomas was conveniently stood directly in front of it. It would seem their plan was foiled. Unless...

“Roman!” Janus shouted. The one in red came over to see what all the fuss was about.

“Ah, perfect,” Janus said. “We need you to distract Mr. Sanders.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Our pizzas will be in the foyer in about thirty seconds, but Thomas is blocking the door. We need you to distract him so we can get through.”

Roman sighed. “Alright then, but only because I’m getting pizza too,” he chuckled.

Roman approached Mr Sanders, trying not to appear suspicious or awkward. Luckily, his teacher started the conversation for him.

“Roman! I really must congratulate you on how well you danced today. Your technique was flawless, your performance was incredible. You are honestly one of the most talented dancers I’ve ever come across, have you ever considered-“

As Roman and the teacher seemed already engrossed in conversation, Patton giggled.

“It’s working.”

Janus took his hand.

“Come on, Patton. Let’s get our pizzas.”

They managed to sneak past Mr Sanders with relative ease and were soon sprinting through the theatre’s corridors towards the foyer, twirling and leaping as they went. When they reached the stairs, Patton showed some signs of slowing down, and so Janus scooped him up and carried him down the final flight and into the crowded foyer, which was easy thanks to all their practice with lifts for the ballroom number.

Janus continued to carry Patton through the foyer, dodging audience members who smothered them with words of congratulations, heading towards the door. When they got there, it became apparent that they were just in time, the delivery person was just appearing on their motorbike. They took out six pizzas and approached the two dancers inside the theatre, but upon seeing Patton and Janus, their eyes widened and their mouth gaped open slightly. It was only then that the two of them realised how strange they must look, in their brightly coloured, glittery jackets, shiny dance shoes and bold show makeup. Whatever the pizza delivery person was expecting when they were asked to go to the theatre, it obviously wasn’t... well... this.

“Delivery for Janice?” they asked.

Patton giggled.

“It’s Janus,” the one in yellow muttered, clearly not amused Janus had already paid for the pizzas online, so all that was needed was to collect them, and as he had no spare arms due to still carrying Patton, the shortest held out his arms and took all six boxes.

“Thank you!” he beamed, as the delivery person smiled and walked away.

“Can you carry them all?” Janus checked, as the pizzas wobbled slightly in Patton’s arms. He steadied them and nodded.

“Perfect. Then let’s go back.”

The pizzas were all set out on the tables in the already crowded dressing room and the boys took slices as they packed away their costumes and makeup. There was little conversation while the once chaotic dressing room reverted back to the neat, empty space it had been hours before, save for the dancers’ suitcases leaning against the wall and the empty pizza boxes on the table, ready for the trash. The six of them stood silently at the door as they surveyed the now lifeless room. They wordlessly took their bags, Janus took the pizza boxes and they filed out, heading towards the foyer.

The front of the theatre was now empty and silent, void of the excited, showbiz atmosphere that had been so present just an hour before. Now all their costumes and makeup were gone, they couldn’t hide behind their dance personas anymore. They were just themselves, sharing this moment together.

Virgil took out his phone. “My dad’s waiting for me outside. I should probably get going.”

Patton went up to him and hugged him tight. “Bye bye Virgil. Thanks for everything tonight.”

“No problem, Pat.”

As he turned to leave, Remus spoke up.

“Hey! What about me?!”

Virgil blushed slightly, giving Remus a hug. “Alright, you attention whore,” he muttered.

“Oh, you love me,” Remus giggled as Virgil did not dispute. As the emo left, Remus looked around the rest of his friends.

“Imma go to the car, bro,” he said to Roman.

His twin nodded. “Meet you there.”

Roman looked to Logan.

“I’m proud of you,” he told him.

The nerd flushed. “As am I.” Roman took his partner’s hand in his and brought it up to his face, kissing it softly.

“I’m sure we’ll dance together again.”

“I look forward to it.”

“As do I.”

Roman was still beaming at him. “I should go, make sure Trash Man doesn’t get himself into trouble.”

Logan nodded, as Roman turned and left the theatre, no doubt to return and dazzle the audience once again in the future.

Patton smiled up at Logan.

“Bye-bye, Logie.”

“Goodbye, Patton.” he turned and left the theatre as well, leaving just Janus and Patton still in the foyer. They smiled at each other.

“Thanks for being the best dance partner ever, Jan,” Patton said, walking up to Janus and placing his arms around him, as they naturally found themselves in ballroom hold. They easily fell into a waltz, Janus leading Patton around the foyer as they both laughed silently.

They knew this wouldn’t be the last waltz, not by far. No, these six would dance their hearts out in many shows yet to come, and maybe even after that...

A/N: Hey!! So the “main story” for this au is over but I still have so, so many ideas! Like I’d love to explore the leadup to the show, and some of the aftermath. And I feel like I neglected Roman a bit in this story- he’s my favourite in the canon series and I’d love to explore this interpretation of him more. So there will definitely be (mostly quite short) oneshots in the future. please let me know if you’d like do be tagged in any of those!

I may also take suggestions for oneshots! Can’t promise I’ll write them all but, especially to you fanders who dance themselves, i’d love to hear your ideas! Comment or send me an ask to let me know!

But other than that, thank you so much for reading this far!! I have loved writing this fic and I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading

-Rose

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[sanders-sides-dance-au]

I Am Not a Robot

Logan Croft was a street dancer, not many expected this from the logical teen as he looked and sounded rather uptight and stern. Sure he looked that way, but when he danced you could see the relaxation flow through him. He seemed to let go of all the tension that looked like it would break his back. He danced because he loved it, it was an escape from the real world, but also… he was good at it. 

Upon entering the classroom, Logan began stretching, he needed to do so for safety reasons, the more a dancer stretched the better. He was a flexible one, that was for sure, most people would think he’s better suited for ballet, that is until he began dancing, the blue clad teen moved with the rhythm so well, you would think he was born dancing. 

The class had begun, the teacher, Professor Hanigan began talking and Logan was in his seat almost immediately. It was just him, A girl with glasses and two pony tails, each a different color Logan noted to himself, and a boy with green curly hair with a white streak at the front of it. He himself had blue hair, the make of a street dancer he supposed. The dyed hair, the air of ‘please do not touch me’, as well as the overall swagger that they walked with, not that they were any better than the other dancers. 

The thing about the dancers at Mindscape Dance Academy is they know not to clown each other’s dance styles. They all held respect for each other, after all they all got into the same school for the same talent, just a different variation. The thing about dancers is, they hold respect for the art and the other people who perform that art. That’s not to say that in-fighting isn’t common, it is common, but it happens within majors not outside of the majors, as everyone who attends the school knows, the unspoken rule is you never disrespect the dance style or skill of the other majors, you don’t know how much work goes into their practice. The same cannot be said for those within the same major. Each and every move made is subjected to critique and criticism, and dancers are anything but nice, so be on the lookout for anything less than perfection, you can either take notes or go down crying. 

Logan was one of those dancers with thick skin. Each and every note he was given he took it and made himself better, his dancing was near flawless, but no one was perfect, there were always minuscule and minute  mess ups, but Logan always tweaked his performance to be as close to perfect as it could be, after all dancing was his strong suit. He’d make it in this school, one way or another.

#logan sanders #sander sides #sanders sides dance au #mention of remus sanders #like hella briefe #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfic #tss #tss logan #tss remus #orginal content #sanders sides dance school au #it gets better #I'm loving this #reblog dont like

[if-you-built-yourself-a-myth]

Check Ignition: Part IX

That Sobbe fake-dating Hogwarts au that one person asked for and I dove into headfirst

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This fic is wrapping up and I love writing longform, so send me your new requests! (or ideas for oneshots, I love those too)

Robbe was ashamed to admit many of the things that made his apartment home. Here it was, the truth of it: everything here was in some way tainted by sickness. He didn’t talk about it while he was at school. He didn’t talk about school while he was here. It made sense to keep the two lives distinctly separate, save from a few consolation sessions with Jens and the occasional fact for Sander.

He bumped his shoulders on the narrow doorframe as he lugged his trunk inside, his mother right behind him. In the entryway, on a tiny side table, three bottles of prescription medication waited their arrival. Each had a sticky note designating the time of next dose. Past that, the hall led straight to a kitchen at its end. Three rooms—two bedrooms, one bathroom—broke off before then. Their living room branched from the kitchen, big enough for a couch and a flatscreen TV as well as a small-ish Christmas tree.

This apartment worked in a way that his friends’ magic-filled homes did not. Sure, when his father was around, they never did the dishes manually or resorted to blankets when the heating went out, but it wasn’t what Jens had. Perhaps that was why Robbe did not see Jens much over the holidays.

Robbe crossed the threshold to his bedroom and dropped his things on his bed. His thoughts returned, as they were wont to do, to Sander. Sander must be all alone at Hogwarts right now. Robbe didn’t know what to make of him.

“It’s Christmas,” said Robbe aloud to jar himself from that rabbit trail. He put away everything that mattered. Scattered everything that didn’t across the floor. There, now it felt like his dormitory at school.

Against his better judgement, he scrawled out something on a scrap of paper. Maybe if he could contact Sander, things would make more sense. Or maybe he was stupid. Either way. A simple tracking spell, an open window, and it would zip its way to its recipient at Hogwarts. He doubted he’d get in trouble for such a simple use of underage magic.

Happy Christmas. Sorry you have to spend it alone. Yeah, it totally didn’t sound sarcastic.

Robbe let the message go. He watched it disappear over the London skyline, dancing above the twinkling lights of the city. This view had nothing on the view from Hogwarts. After that, he was exhausted from exams week. He curled up on his mattress—the sheets on this one were a nice touch—and went right to sleep. There was time for life to happen tomorrow, and he didn’t fancy making conversation with his mother so soon into their two weeks of forced proximity.

***

Robbe spent most of the next days hiding out in his bedroom. Jens took care of his required communication rather early in their separation; the owl arrived at Robbe’s window before lunchtime the second day: Robbe, my parents invited Jana for Christmas dinner. She'd going to be there. Please inform me of your plans as soon as possible, so I can join you instead. Not really. I honestly think we're going to get back together. Wow, it sounds dumb as I write it. Have a Happy Christmas, if I don't write again before then, and make sure you eat all your vegetables. Love, Jens. Robbe hastily scrawled a reply and sent it right back: Jens, I never have any plans. You can come whenever you want to. Love, Robbe.

Around dinnertime on the fourth day, Robbe walked back into the hallway and down to the kitchen, where his mother poured hot chocolate powder in two mugs. She dumped a can of soup into a pot and set it to simmer on the burner, stirring occasionally, while she microwaved a measuring cup of water. Something rammed into the window at full force, startling her into dropping her spoon.

She put a hand on her forehead as if checking for fever. “Robbe, what was that?”

“Owl, Mom,” said Robbe. He tried not to be frustrated with her. There was just so much on his plate, and he wasn’t supposed to be here, because he was supposed to be with Sander at school. If Sander was doing okay.

Robbe’s mother had never gotten the hang of a magical household. Robbe didn’t have the right to be bitter about it.

“Should I open the window?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

His mother slid the window open. A barn owl flapped into the apartment building, despite their landlord’s explicit animal-of-any-kind prohibition. It landed on top of their refrigerator and ruffled its brown and white feathers. Clutched in its beak was a folded piece of parchment, tied with a long twine thread, sealed with a stamp of red wax. Robbe recognized the owl from the Hogwarts owlery. They were general-use.

He jumped up to take the note. Jens did not usually send two owls in one day. Aaron’s owl was white.

“I’ll never get used to that,” said his mother as the owl flew back out the window. An alarm on her cell phone beeped several times. “Oh, pills. I’ll be right back.” She rushed into the foyer.

Robbe surveyed the apartment in her absence. A sprig of mistletoe hung over the space connecting the kitchen to the living room. Several wrapped presents rested beneath the tree, one or two with his name in brightened cursive that he could see from this far away. He spotted the special picture ornament he made for his mother when he was little, the photograph of her and him riding on a swing in a public park. They used to get along.

He looked down at the paper in his hands and broke the seal.

There were no words written. Only a telephone number. Jens and Aaron did not have phones in their houses; muggle technology was useless in areas permeated with magic. Moyo owned one for clout purposes, sometimes, and this could be him—except, he did not use the school’s owls if he could help it. He borrowed from Jens.

That left one person who might want to contact Robbe.

“Alright, soup,” said his mother, reentering the kitchen. “Tonight, I was thinking we should catch up on TV. Honestly, I don’t know how you survive without it at Hogwarts.”

“There are other things to do,” said Robbe.

“Maybe, but not as exciting.” She took the soup pot from the burner and poured it into two bowls, which she then carried into the living room. They stored a small folding table under the couch. She set it up like a coffee table and left their bowls there. If they had any class, they might have the money to afford something made of wood, at least.

“Can I actually—” Robbe began. He gestured to the phone number.

“You’re spending your quality time with me,” said his mother. She patted the spot beside her on the couch. “C’mon. I’ve been recording everything. Oh, hang on.” She waited until he sat down to lean over. “What’s been going on at school. Tell me all about it. You never write.”

“You never got used to owls.”

“That’s an awful reason.”

“Nothing important happens,” he assured her. “I’d write if it mattered.”

“Nothing? No one special?”

“No, Mom, nothing you’d want to hear about.”

“You know I don’t believe that,” she said. “Handsome boy like you.” But she sat back and turned on the television. Christmastime here was TV shows, silence, dancing around one another. This was why Robbe would’ve liked to stay on campus with Sander, when Sander still wanted him there. If Sander ever wanted him there. They watched three whole episodes of Call the Midwife without saying a single word to each other.

Robbe’s mother was a good person. He knew she was a good person. She tried so hard to be things for him, to be involved in his life. He understood her illness wasn’t her fault at a basic level. He understood that he was wrong to be angry about an innocent, poking question that any parent would have likely posed.

But there was a part of him missing that she couldn’t give back after she’d taken it. What kind of parent leaves their fourteen-year-old in the house to care for everything while she lies in bed all summer? What kind of parent—

There was someone special, there was Sander. Sander and his mother were apart because they needed to be, because school and home did not mix.

Robbe rose from the couch during the credits of the third and motioned apologetically to his mother. He pointed toward the bathroom. On the way there, he snatched her phone from the kitchen counter. His fingers shook as he dialed the number.

Someone picked up on the second ring. “I just got home,” said Robbe. He didn’t know why he felt so bad about not calling sooner.

“You got my letter,” said Sander. Robbe’s heart turned into a dozen origami butterflies. He tried to catch them in a net and stomp them underfoot.

“Owls are cool,” Robbe said.

“How are you?”

“I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.”

“Good.”

The line went silent. Was that it? Did Sander send a whole-ass latter to hear Robbe’s voice for two seconds? Kind of romantic, yes, but it didn’t do anything to fix anything. Robbe couldn’t reconcile the way Sander spoke to him with the way Sander acted around him, the way Sander acted around other people.

This could have been their time. Two whole weeks of kissing, or whatever it was couples did went they were unsupervised.

“Listen,” said Sander. “I’ve been thinking.” His sentences took on a sort of pregnant quality, as if each contained multitudes more within it. Sander was fighting down dozens of others to say each one.

“About what?”

“About, um, you. I guess.” Sander cleared his throat. “You really liked me?”

“I guess so.”

“How is—how’s your mother?”

Robbe didn’t know where something like that would come from. “She’s fine for now. We’re watching Call the Midwife.”

Sander’s laugh sounded forced. “My mother likes that too. Is it… not good to be there?”

“Well, she hasn’t drowned me in a bathtub yet. You sound like you have something to say.”

“I was thinking we could just—talk.”

What the hell was this? “Sander,” said Robbe, doing his very best to sound like a prefect. “It was a Christmas card. If you have something to say—” He tried to channel the voice Jens used when he was disappointed after a Quidditch match, the kind of steely cool that could only come from a place of care. As it was, he knew Sander could hear the hope festering beneath his skin. He wants to tell me he loves me.

“I—I don’t have anything to say,” said Sander, but it was an obvious lie.

“Then I’ll hang up.” Robbe braced himself against the bathroom counter. Polished marble reflected his face almost as clearly as the mirror ahead. “I said I didn’t want to be friends. I can’t handle being friends yet.”

“No, don’t hang up.”

“Any more questions about Mom?”

Sander’s breath caught. “You don’t like me.”

“Not this again.”

“No, really, you don’t.” Sander spoke faster. “You said so. I don’t know, when it was fake, I thought—” He coughed. “I can’t go back to nothing.”

“I said I liked you,” said Robbe. “You don’t make any sense.”

“Yes, but—”

“Did you really send an owl back to talk me out of a crush? Or are you in love with my mom?”

“No, I—”

“Good.” Robbe knocked his toothbrush cup off the sink, sending it clattering to the floor. He heard his mother shifting around in the living room, poised to come check on him any minute. This conversation would have to end sooner rather than later. “I have to go. If you’ve still got something, spit it out.”

There were a few seconds of silence. Robbe could hear the beginnings of a sentence several times, nothing quite reaching the air.

“Okay,” he said. “Goodbye.” He tapped the end button. That might have been a little harsh, yes, but it was Christmas. The couch and Call the Midwife awaited. He rejoined his mother in the living room, leaving her cell phone plugged into its charger beside their toaster.

They watched another whole episode. It pained him to think of her loitering about the house while he was gone, rearranging the cabinets and recording television shows, even if he hated the thought of staying with her more. He didn’t get Sander’s interest… come to think of it, Sander was concerned about her during their make-out session in the workshop.

The phone started ringing.

“I’ve got it,” said Robbe, before his mother could get off the couch. This time, he took it all the way to his bedroom and locked the door to answer it.

Sander was quieter this time. “You called the number.”

“It would have been rude not to. You didn’t sign it. It could have been anybody.”

“You knew who it was.”

There wasn’t much to say to that, so Robbe waited instead of responding. Sander filled the gap after a while, in something even smaller than a whisper, something that sent shivers down Robbe’s spine. “I miss you.” A whistle sounded somewhere in the distance.

Too much. Ugh, why did Robbe think he could handle something like this? He did what he always did when Sander was involved: he was honest. “Look, you don’t make any sense to me. I hear from Noor that you’re head-over-heels in love with me, I hear from you that you’re back with Britt. Well, you’re not, so I’m hearing you’re a liar, too.” Robbe bit his lip to keep from getting choked up. “We barely even had anything, Sander, but I loved every second. You can’t keep pulling on my strings, okay? I can’t handle it.”

“I don’t mean to be pulling,” said Sander. Something ruffled against the receiver. “Your mother, though, she—”

“Good, then don’t bother calling again unless you have something new to tell me. Goodbye.” Robbe smashed the end button this time, scratching the screen protector with his nail. He promised himself he’d fix it later, provided no one got him trouble for his magical Christmas card to Sander.

Back into the living room. His mother lay down across all the cushions and monopolized the space. She pulled a crocheted blanket across her legs, her eyes glassy as she stared at the TV. Robbe flashed back to his worst year again—getting up for school and seeing her there, unmoving.

The last Christmas they spent together, her medication mixture made her violently ill at the slightest hint of indigestion. That could happen this year, it could. There was too much going on in Robbe’s life to deal with her right now.

They’d make blueberry pancakes together. She’d microwave soup for dinner. This was his life.

The phone screen lit up once more with an incoming call from the number as before. Robbe let it ring out. Another came. When he let that ring, another. He answered on Sander’s fifth attempt.

“Please don't hang up this time. Your mother is sick,” blurted Sander on the other end, almost as if he read Robbe’s mind. If his speech was unhinged earlier, now it was a runaway train. “She’s sick and you hate her and I’m sick so you’ll hate me. That was it.” He took a deep breath and the phone line crackled—Hogwarts wouldn’t have the best reception, would it? “I have liked you for forever, okay? That’s my something new.”

Wow. Okay. What the fuck.

“What?” managed Robbe.

“That’s what I needed to say. Before. You don’t like me because you can’t. It has to be over because it can’t ever happen.” Sander’s voice lowered. “I thought it might hurt you less if you knew. But I also can't sit around and pretend that nothing's wrong.”

Robbe rehashed every conversation they ever had in a second. He did not talk about his mother much in any of those—he tried to keep her out of it. She frustrated him to no end. Her stupid pills, the stupid genetics that doomed him to a future of dealing with the same problems, his stupid father walking out. If it wasn’t for her, everything would be fine. But he didn’t—he didn’t hate her.

Why would Sander think he hated her? What was going on?

The library, the offhand comment on Lexapro. The workshop, how he said he didn’t want to return to her because she’d ruin Christmas. The way he referred to her on his and Sander’s second astronomy tower rendezvous: “sick in the head.” Every little thought he had about her.

“It was always going to be like this,” said Sander. Wind blew against his end of the phone; Robbe had to strain to hear most of the words. “I thought when it was fake, it could be okay, because, well, you know, but then you kissed me and I just—There’s no hiding it forever, is there? It's got to come out.”

“What did you say about my mom?” Robbe demanded.

“I stopped it because it isn't what you want.”

More than that. Britt came to Robbe in the astronomy tower with a slip of paper and a warning of sorts—He isn’t going to tell you. And what had Willem said to his friends, when Sander was asleep the day after they kissed? Was that something that just happened? Were there times that Willem couldn’t wake Sander up?

Robbe knew what that meant. Britt’s voice echoed in his head. It’s hard to tell between what he wants and what’s a symptom. He’d thought it controlling at the time, and it was, but he also understood the feeling. When you loved someone, you wanted to keep them safe. Robbe was a certified idiot. Puzzle pieces falling into place.

Sander did not slow down. “You were going to stay here with me to avoid being there with her. But we’re the same. We’ve always been the same. It’s bipolar, Robbe, and it’s fine that you don’t want it. What matters is that I can’t live with nothing from you, okay? We can’t just not talk.”

Robbe’s hand went numb from gripping the phone so hard.

“I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want you to hate me like you hate your mom.”

“I don’t hate my mom,” said Robbe. “I won’t hate you—don’t hate you.” He felt bewildered, standing in the middle of his living room, with this crisis happening a whole train ride away. What the fuck was going on? His mother raised her eyebrow at him from her position on the couch.

“You do, you said so. And you’d hate me. I didn’t want to upset you, I didn’t—” Something in the background blared, loud enough to mask the rest of Sander’s sentence. Wind? Rain?

“Where are you?” Robbe asked. Britt’s piece of paper—what did it say? He should have taken the time to set it aside, stupid stupid stupid—

“This was stupid,” said Sander, suddenly even more rushed. “I’m sorry. I should have sent another letter. I let Jens talk me into it—” Robbe waved his wand in the general direction of his bedroom—the Ministry of Magic could expel him for underage sorcery—and summoned Britt’s paper. Still a mess of cursive lines. Still blurry.

His mother made a face like, is everything okay? He nodded back.

“I’m putting too much on you,” Sander continued on the phone. “I don’t want to be another thing you have to worry about. That’s why it has to be over. We’re over. But I don’t want to never hear from you again. That’s not what I want.”

“Are you alright?” Robbe whispered.

“I’m fine. I’m, out--” Sander sounded a million miles away in a snowstorm. The end of the sentence got lost. "Moyo and Jens said you'd be here, and free, so...I'm in love with you. This is my something new." The line clicked dead, although Robbe couldn't tell if it was Sander's decision to end the call or fate had intervened. His arms dropped to his sides, the phone to the floor. Something sounded at the door to the apartment. A knock? Robbe remained rooted to the spot.

There wasn't a list he could put together for this situation. He did not hate his mother. Sometimes he hated her. He hated what her disorder did to her. He hated coming home and finding her somewhere, not doing anything, holding a glass of water without the will to bring it to her lips. He hated having to search all the cabinets for bowls when she reorganized their kitchen at three in the morning. Everything he said to Sander, he meant. Everything about her. That could be number one on the list. Number two, he loved Sander. Sometimes he convinced himself he didn't. He thought of his mother wasting away on their couch, lying about taking her pills, camping out on the bathroom floor during rough weeks. Home and school were supposed to be separate. He did not want to think of Sander throwing up blueberry pancakes after taking a handful of pills. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He needed time to think.

The knocking came again, harder. Robbe walked over as if in a dream, barely touching the floor. He vaguely remembered Jens saying something in his letter about visiting, though this seemed short notice. He only said yes to the proposition because he knew Jens would never actually make good on the offer. Robbe opened the door to Sander, hair ruffled, eyes wild. Fucking Sander. What the fuck. Sander's brown roots were more visible than the bleach blond, even though they did not seem to be any longer. He wore the same leather jacket as their first date wrapped tight around his shoulders. In one hand, he held Moyo's broomstick— Robbe could recognize it by the scrapes on the wood. He had the same look on his face that he had that night in the dormitories when he was drunk and reaching out for Robbe. This wasn't happening. What the hell was happening?

"We need to talk to each other," said Sander, without pause for breath. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about everything, and I'll ruin anything else, I know I will, but you have to tell me we can."

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