#touch starved!virgil

[bumb1e-vee]

Virgil couldn't stand it. Though it wasn't their fault (never their fault those two were perfect). They were the perfect mix of logic and passion and Virgil just whishes he was able to be included in that love that the two of them share. It hurt, his arms ached and burned when he saw them cuddle, tears pricked at his eyes when he watched them share sweet nothings during movie nights, his heart felt like it was being squeezed in an iron fist when the two of them held hands. It hurt the worst when they sat right beside him.

He couldn't help it, after he saw the two of them together, he ran up into his room, locked the door and started sobbing on the floor, not even making it to his bed. He had gone downstairs for a snack, and when he was in the living room he saw Logan and Roman making out on the couch. It made his heart shatter (the pieces of his heart always chipped away the more he saw the two of them together like that), and his eyes prick with tears that he managed to keep at bay until he was alone in his room, skin stinging with phantom touches, not knowing the feeling of loving touch (He wishes he could be between the two of them on the couch, smothered in those sugary sweet kisses he watches them indulge in).

But Virgil knows better than that, he knows better than to wish for such things. He knows better than to know that he's worth their love (he wants to be, so desperately, he wants nothing more than to be worthy of them). Logan and Roman were the perfect match, logic and creativity, brains and passion, and who was Virgil to think he deserved a spot in love with them, he had a perpetual storm cloud hanging over his head. He'd only put a damper on the perfect happiness the two of them had.

He picked himself up off the ground and got into the shower, that way his sobs could be masked by the running water and the playlist he chose to put on. A bunch of breakup and unrequited love songs used to put salt into his wounds.

(How could he listen to anything else, his heart was screaming in pain?). Virgil sat in the shower until the water ran cold and the playlist had played out at least three times. His eyes were red rimmed and his skin was wrinkled as he pulled on a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. It was only about 5:30 at night, well before dinner, but Virgil didn't see himself going to dinner with the others. (He didn't want to face the other two and sit across from them to see them so in love). It didn't matter that much he decided. He pulled out his phone and opened tiktok, the endless doom scrolling was about to begin, and he could at the very least distract himself from the growing hole in his heart.

#tss roleplay #virgil sanders #ts virgil #angst #logan sanders #ts roman #ts logan #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil angst #virgil #open rp #open roleplay #analogince #roman x virgil x logan #hurt/comfort #mutual pining #miscommunication #they're gay and they suck at communicating #preestablished Logince #eventual analogince #endgame analogince #touch starved virgil

[roboraindrop]

Honestly I think Virgil would be so relieved to have someone around who genuinely cares about him,,, the thought makes me so emotional. Thinking about hugging him and it's the first hug he's had maybe in years. The way he'd grip at my shirt and maybe even cry because my god, nobody has ever treated this man softly. Not at work, not at home... Who is there to show him kindness and care?

[NSYNC voice] It's gonna be me!

#rain rambles #virgil #im so. emotional. #hes probably so touch starved.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 3: Alternative 4&7

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Prompts;

Touch-Starved

Protective

(Honestly probably a couple more on total accident since a lot of things go hand in hand...)

Inspiration where for art thou? Using the alternatives this time round cause brains on vacay. Been a minute since I focused on these guys, Im behind on the series and as such this is an au so to speak and probably ooc. Also, I seem to have a common ish setting for all three so far... hm.

Thanks!

"Why are we doing this again?"

"Because, Gloom and Doom, Thomas asked us specifically. This is a great honor, so stop trying to rain on my parade!"

"This is a stealth mission Roman, a parade would be highly counterintuitive."

"Come on fellas, if we want to get this done we need to work together!"

They stop as a group, silence falling over them as they take to the shadows the forest provides, watching another troop trudge by. They have several carts, each covered with a large fabric to hide its contents. The troop is well armed, and no doubt itching for a fight, ready to defend their cargo, but also bored of their no doubt long trek.

Roman grips the hilt of his sword with white knuckles, but restrains himself from actually confronting the troop. He knows how important the task they've been given is, and should their prescence in enemy lands be known, the mission would fail, and their lives as well as Thomas' would be in grave danger.

The troop passes, and Romans grip laxes, opening his mouth to no doubt say something that would instigate another debate. Virgils hand covers his mouth, having crossed to his side faster than his companions could track. Romans offense could be felt, ready to lash out, only to see Virgils eyed trained on something past the bushes covering them.

The four watch with wide eyes as an ogre, easily twelve feet tall and as thick as all four of them combined, scans the forest as he takes slow steps to follow the troop. He bears the sigil of their enemy, and an axe larger than any theyd seen before- and Remus did love collecting ridiculous weapons so this was quite the feat. His steps leave indents in the dirt below his feet, but make no other indication of his presence, some silencing spell purhaps to trick people no doubt.

Only once he is far past their line of sight does anyone breathe. Roman grasps Virgils wrist to remove his hand,

"How the heck did you catch that?!"

His grip is warm on Virgils cooled skin, as he pulls away the warmth stays but his skin prickles and tingles annoyingly.

"Hes 12 feet tall Roman." He states simply, putting distance between himself and the others once again.

"But made no noise to indicate his presence, your diligence is impressive Virgil." Logan pushes his specticles higher on his nose, regarding Virgil with a look he can only depict as respect of some kind.

He looks away with a shrug, tucking himself into his cloak more fully,

"We should keep moving."

..

His advisors learned his chosen after the fact, and really only because Remus was pouting as he carved the 'face' off the training dummy and mumbling about said decision.

"Im not questioning your decisions Lord, its just the fact you chose... those four... to do something so important."

"So you are questioning my decisions?"

"Seperately they all have good qualities for this mission, its just that... well together they cant even agree on what color the sky is, much less how to go about such an important mission."

"Look, I know my people. They've been through a lot, but I trust them to complete this mission and make it back in one peice." Thomas turns away from then all, not wanting to see any doubt in his choice.

He was nervous for them, sure they didnt always get along, but he trusted them to do what needed to be done. Because if there was one thing they could agree on, it was helping Him. He just hoped whatever ways they decided to do that would work together and get them home.

Gods help them all if they didnt.

..

"And we're sure its in there?" Patton asks, squinting as if he could look through solid rock.

"We've followed the directions thoroughly, unless we've been decieved, what we're looking for is in there." Logan confirms, though hes examining their surroundings skeptically.

"Alright, we all know the plan, lets get in and get out and get home." Roman, the one who'd been on missions of all kinds-far more than the others had- is the most serious they've ever witnessed.

Even Virgil, ever one to question the warrior, is silent, simply sharing a nod with the three. He would be watch, the one to warn them of danger. Virgil swears, in his own mind as he always does, to protect the others and Thomas with his life.

The others would sneak in, they would get what they came for, and then escape, hopefully with their enemies none the wiser. They had made it this far, past many lines of defense, all without raising alarm, this part should be easy enough, they just had to get out before knews spread of what they came for.

Night has fallen since their arrival, the guard schedule has been memorized, and their plan begins without a hitch. Virgil watches as Roman leads Patton and Logan through the entrance of the cave turned stronghold, watches them disappear from his reach, feels colder for it, but sets his shoulders in determination as he turns to keep a watchful eye.

If they were lucky no one would think to enter after them, but Virgil was not one to rely on luck. He would ensure their departure of this place, one way or another. So unsurpisingly, ten minutes in, everything goes down the well.

"Im telling you I heard something!"

A small group of men, being led by one of the guards, are making their way to the hold. Should they go in, the others will trapped, Virgil has only a moment to think of a plan. He moves the shadows near the entrance, in vaguely human shapes, heading towards his own hiding place.

"There! Halt!"

"Hurry, to the hills!" His voice deepens, carrying across the distance. The hills are the opposite direction of their true escape, meaning the others way will hopefully be clear. But to keep up his shadow illusions, Virgil will have to go with them, away from his post, and all alone.

He runs.

.

"Guys? Theres a commotion outside." Pattons words are a mere breath, peeking around the corner to try and get a glimpse out.

Logan, item secure in his sachel, and Roman come to join him, watching as men go running past the entrance.

"To the hills! Dont let them escape!"

They share a puzzled look,

"The hills? Did someone else try and raid tonight?" Roman asks.

His companions however, know the same as him, so they wait for the men to pass before creeping their way forward. They'll signal for Virgil, wait for his all clear, then make their escape. Patton makes his animal noise, and they all wait for the response, and wait... and wait.

Patton tries once more, but silence is their only answer. Logan takes the risk of looking past the rocks, to find a near empty surroundings, and no sign of Virgil. Just torches in the distance and the dots of a small army. He studies the scene for a long moment before a realization comes to him,

"Virgil has led them away."

"What!? That wasnt part of the plan!" Roman snaps with a hiss to rival one of Janus', "why would he do that!?"

"You know as well as I Roman, Virgil takes his job seriously. If he strayed from the plan,"

"Its because he was protecting us." Patton finishes gravely, Logan nodding as Romans glare clears to one of horror.

"He has an army after him! How does he expect to escape??"

"He expects us to escape Ro, to follow the plan." The sadness that laces Patton tone tells the two just what he thinks of that idea, how much it hurts him to even think of it.

Had this been the time of their meeting however long ago, Roman would have barely batted an eye to leave behind the storm cloud. All three of them probably would have put the mission first back then, when things were tense and they didnt understand how Thomas could possibly need such a man as Virgil.

This was not then though.

They had learned since then, that even though they dont always get along, they could trust eachother. They had been without Virgil before, and the choas that followed had been dire, and that was when they were no more than occupants breathing the same air. After what theyd been through since, however much they fought, Roman could say he saw all three of them as his friends. They were family at this point, the ones who reunited him with his brother, the ones who have fought at his side and seen him at his lowest and still stood by him. Logan could list all of Virgils valuable additions to their cause, but Virgil was more than that, he was a friend, a confidant, one who took the time to try and understand him, Logan could not give him up, not after everything the man had done for him. And Patton, he may not have always understood Virgil, but he loved him none the less, loved all of them, and without him, a vital piece of their life would forver be missing.

They would not be leaving one of their own behind.

..

Virgil was used to the bone deep cold he'd lived with for most of his life. He'd lived to accept it long ago, as a part of his life, he was supposedly cold hearted or blooded or whatever they called him, so it just made sense that hed feel cold like some curse.

It was a surpise the first time, that feeling of warmth he didnt think possible. Patton had gotten excited about something, and clutched at the nearest thing- Virgils arm. The warm had shot through his viens like fire, and as such hed stumbled away with a muttered excuse and an arm that burned for hours after.

The burn at touch lessened to a tingle the more it happened, and it scared Virgil as much as he longed for it. Wondered if more than a touch would kill him, and if that would be so bad.

He supposes its just his luck that instead he'll go with the stab of a blade.

He lays on his back, beaten by the sheer number and strength before him, panting, bruised, bleeding, and utterly exhausted. But content with the fact the others should be long gone, with a completed mission and a new hope for Thomas and his continued mission.

"Where are the other thief!" The man above him holds a sword point to his throat, surrounded by his men.

"They are long gone, you were too slow, just as you always are. One step behind, too stupid to give up, to weak to win." Virgil is too tired to think of too many digs, but sometimes its the simplest words that leave an impression. Call a man stupid, and eventually he will begin asking himself if he is.

"You will tell me who sent you, or you will die and rot in hell."

"If thats your best threat, I can see why your men cringe when you open your mouth."

His arm moves, barely a twitch really, accompanied by a sound of rage, before pain blooms across his temple. A small cut, blood already blooming, Virgil wonders if this man even has the stomach to kill him.

"Final chance scum." His voice shakes and Virgil knows the sound well.

A final hurrah then?

He lowers his voice again, angling his head so the moons glow reflects off his iris',

"As my blood has been spilt so too shall yours, anger stirs in the air and death soon comes to your own doors."

It echoes just so, an eery air left behind as the soldiers shift tensely. A seed of doubt, discord will bloom. Anger and fear flash in the mans eyes, his sword raises, and Virgil steels himself for the blow-

A squealsh, a grunt, a thud. The whistle of arrows through the sky. Virgil stares at his fallen attacker, then turns- nice and slow- to glare at the remaining. As arrows continue to befall, the fear spreads,

"He's cursed us! Run! Retreat!!!!"

And run they do. He watches their forms disappear, slumping further to the ground as the shock of a 'rescue(?)' Sets in. He grunts however when a weight collides with his body and wraps around him, encasing him in that warmth.

Its more than ever before, a little overwhelming, but also... nice in a way. Chasing away the cold, calming his erratic heartbeat. Even as wounds and aches are dug into, he cant bring himself to push the body away. He often found it hard to push Patton away though.

... wait...

"PATTON?! What are you doing here!?"

A new wave of adrenaline shoots through him, as he grabs the mans shoulders to pull him away far enough to meet his eyes- clinging to the warmth as much as he can.

"Well stormy knight, we couldnt very well leave our protector unprotected now could we?"

His head flips around to see Logan and Roman as well,

"But, the mission!? Why, why would you guys, I dont understand, I gave you the perfect escape!"

"The mission included the detail of all four of us making it home. While your actions were valiant, we could not stand by while you were in danger." His eyes darken as he glares after the barely there forms of the retreating enemies, "They were lucky I hadnt more time to prepare. It was a grave mistake to threaten you as they did."

"In due time my friend. We will ensure this never happens again." Roman puts a hand on both Logan and Virgils shoulders, Patton burrying himself agains Virgil again.

"Dont do that again okay? We need you."

And... maybe Virgil was starting to understand that.

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Erudite

The ship fics are adorable, however I am also aro as heck and I have a proposition: Aromantic (possibly acespec, idrc whatever you wanna do there that's not the main focus) Logan being absolutely baffled because the other sides are flirting with each other and getting into relationships and flirting with him (not that he picks up on it) and he's just like. What. (long ask, so cut for brevity) - anon

Could you write a fic with aromantic or aro-spec Roman in it? – monkeythefander

*materializes into existence* Hi :D Mayhaps I request some Logince (Logan and Roman) hurt/comfort? Logan has a nightmare and Roman comforts the touch-starved Logan. Logan being a bit overwhelmed by all his emotions. Roman grounding him and giving him all the affection. Maybe some insecure Logan? Random Headcanon: Roman calls Logan "Erudite" as a comforting, loving nickname? Cause Lo is a lil nerd. Do what you will. Have fun :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT!! This has been on my mind for a while Names, as we have learned, are very important to the sides. (this ask is super long so not all of it is here) - anon

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Warnings: mild arophobia

Pairings: background virgil/patton/janus/remus

Word Count: 3123

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles. In the middle of the night, the only solace he can find is with someone who might understand.

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles.

"That's it, come on, now…"

There's a voice. Someone is speaking to him. Is it in his head? No, he would not have used such a phrase for himself at this moment.

"Stay with me, come on, I'm right here, wake up, L."

'L.' Ah. Virgil. Logan blinks again, stirring and wincing at the tug in his limbs as a blurry face swims into view. Virgil smiles at him—at least, he presumes he does, it is difficult to tell without his glasses—and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, there, buddy. You doing okay?"

"Virgil?" He swallows through his dry throat and tries again. "Virgil?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. You were having a nightmare, do you remember?"

His brow furrows as he tries to recall it. No images come to mind—though perhaps that is for the better—but the ache in his limbs coalesces into a strange and heavy soreness that isn't reminiscent of any sort of muscle pain. On instinct, his hand moves toward its center to try and figure out what's going on, but his fingers only scrabble uselessly against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey, hey, uh-uh," Virgil interrupts, taking gentle hold of his wrist and pulling it away, "stay here. You with me?"

"I'm with you. I don't—I don't remember my nightmare, but my chest—my chest hurts."

"You think it's from hyperventilating?"

He shakes his head. "Not that kind of hurt."

Virgil nods, the mattress creaking slightly as he leans back to give Logan his space. "You wanna talk about it at all? You need to be grounded?"

"Can—?" His throat dries up again mid-question. "Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be right back."

The mattress squeaks again as Virgil's weight leaves it, the light to the bathroom and the sound of the sink following shortly. Logan drifts in the strange fuzzy half-dark of his room for several moments more before Virgil reappears with a glass of water. He sits up, carefully, and drinks about half of it.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, bud. You need me to stay for a little longer?"

The soreness hasn't receded, but the prospect of letting Virgil stay makes it…worse. His fingers twist into the blankets. Virgil waits patiently until he sighs and his shoulders drop. "Can you see if Roman's awake, please?"

Surprise flickers across Virgil's expression, but he nods and stands. "If I can, I'll send him up. If not, do you want me to come back?"

"Just to say you couldn't find him, or he isn't awake. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he says softly, but Logan shakes his head. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Virgil sinks out and Logan lets out a breath he hadn't been sure he was holding, putting the glass on his nightstand before his hands can shake too much to spill it. He rubs his chest. The soreness hasn't abated, but the lancing pain atop it has. Despite knowing how ill-advised it is, he finds himself once again trying to remember his nightmare. His fingers worry the creases in his shirt.

A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts.

"Logan? It's Roman, Virgil said you were looking for me?"

"Come in."

Roman opens the door and glances around, spotting him in the bed and smiling. He looks…far too awake for the middle of the night, but at least he's dressed down in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, Specs," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him, "what can I do for you?"

"I—"

Roman's brow furrows when he cuts himself off, taking a small step away from the door. "Can I come over?"

Logan nods and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still a respectful distance away, but close enough to lay a hand encouragingly on Logan's blanket-covered knee. Even through the fabric, the touch grows warm in a rush. Roman's hands are callused, he realizes, from years of swordfights and writing alike. His thumb makes little strokes back and forth, filling the room with the sound of fabric rustling.

"Logan?" Roman smiles when he looks up. "I think I lost you for a moment there."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I'm pretty sure it's my fault." He indicates his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay, then." He pats his knee. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but I can't imagine midnight socializing works its way onto The Schedule, so—"

Logan snorts.

"—if you wouldn't mind telling me a little bit about what's going on in your head right now?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Virgil was here, he…he woke me up. He got me water." Roman nods. "He…asked if I wanted to talk about it."

"And did you?" Roman prompts when he doesn't finish. "Is that when you asked him to get me?"

"Yes."

"Do you…want to talk about it with me?"

His mouth hardens into a thin little line.

"You don't have to," he continues, softer now, "I can just babble on and distract you until you get bored enough to fall back to sleep."

"That's not—" he touches his shirt again— "my chest hurts."

Roman blinks. "Okay. Um, do you want me to have a look at it?"

"…can you?"

"Of course, Specs, can I come a little closer?" Logan nods and Roman scoots up the bed. He briefly mourns the loss of the hand on his knee only for his breath to stutter when Roman's warm hand comes to rest gently on his chest. "Is this alright?"

He nods, not trusting his voice. Roman carefully rubs his hand back and forth, back and forth, in small circles, then bigger circles, then side to side, then down his sternum. A small furrow appears between his brows as he goes. When he's finished, he lays his hand right over Logan's heart and closes his eyes.

A few moments later, he opens them again.

"I can't feel anything wrong," he says, looking up at him, "but it does…I can feel something a little sore. Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's just from the nightmare?"

"I don't even remember what the nightmare was."

"Okay, that's okay." His fingers tap lightly against his chest. "Is—can I keep asking questions?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Does it have anything to do with why you sent Virgil to look for me?"

Logan's quiet for a moment. Roman waits patiently, his fingers still drumming lightly against his chest. "I…it didn't feel right."

"Right?"

"To ask Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He's…they're…"

Roman makes a soft oh sound and scoots the slightest bit closer. "Is it because the others are in a relationship now?"

It had been a long time coming, if the others were to be believed. Patton and Virgil and Janus and Remus—the four of them had recently started to explore the dynamics of a polyamorous romantic relationship and it had been going well. The four of them had been…happier than Logan could remember seeing them.

The thought of it is enough to twinge the ache.

"Hey," comes Roman's gentle voice, "stay here with me?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

Roman carefully pats his chest. "I'm guessing that was it?"

"…yes."

"Do you want to talk about that?"

Logan's mouth thins again. "It's stupid."

"If it's giving you nightmares, Specs, it's not stupid."

"It's not—" his head snaps up to look at Roman, who meets him with such soft and patient understanding that Logan's hand twitches toward his unconsciously— "do you…think that's what it was?"

"You woke up without being able to remember the nightmare except for this ache in your chest," he says, "you didn't feel comfortable letting Virgil comfort you, and you asked specifically for me."

Logan swallows. "Your logic is impeccable."

"Why, thank you."

"Still, it seems like an inappropriate thing to have a nightmare about." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "The people that matter to me have gotten together and are happy about it. How is that supposed to give me a nightmare?"

Roman doesn't say anything, just looking at him expectantly. He sighs.

"I don't know, Roman."

"Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to distract you from it until you can fall back asleep?"

"It'll frustrate me if I don't know why."

"Then let's figure it out."

"But that's hard," Logan mumbles, mostly under his breath. Roman chuckles and strokes his thumb across a wrinkle in his shirt.

"You like hard problems."

"Not when they keep me from sleeping."

"Come on, then, Braniac," Roman encourages, "let's get you thinking."

Logan sighs again, leaning back against the headboard. Roman goes to lift his hand from his chest but without thinking about it, he covers the hand, keeping it there. Roman makes a surprised noise.

"Sorry."

"No, no, it's alright." His hand shifts to get comfortable. "Can I ask why—would it be helpful if I asked you questions to help you think, or do you want to do it on your own?"

"You can ask."

"Thank you. Can I ask why you felt more comfortable asking for help from me than from Virgil?"

"We went over that."

"Say it again for those of us in class that aren't as clever as you."

Logan frowns slightly—Roman is clever. "Virgil has recently entered into a relationship."

"So?"

Logan turns to look at him. "What do you mean, 'so?'"

"What does that have to do with Virgil comforting you?"

"I'm not part of the relationship." Roman gestures for him to keep going. "That should—I'm not one of the people Virgil loves. Yes, yes, I know," he interrupts before Roman can say anything, "Virgil might love me, but he's not in love with me—he does not feel romantic love for me."

"I'm going to keep asking you why this matters, Logan."

"He's not—shouldn't he be doing that for his partners?" Irritation bleeds into his words. "Isn't that how that works?"

"How what works?"

"Romance," Logan spits, only belatedly realizing that Romance is Roman's thing, "as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with someone, they become your one and only priority, or whatever, they're who you're supposed to comfort, to seek comfort from, it doesn't matter what other relationships you might have, or might have worked on for years, as soon as someone gets the label of romantic partner, everything else might as well not exist."

Only after he's finished speaking and he sees Roman's expression does he realize what he's just said.

"…oh."

"You're worried the others won't think about you as much anymore," Roman summarizes with devastating softness, "and that they won't see their time with you or their relationship with you as important, is that right?"

Logan nods, shame bubbling into tears that Roman wipes away with a gentle noise.

"Does it scare you?" He nods again. "Oh, Logan…it's okay, can I hug you?"

Logan barely has time to nod again before Roman's sliding up and wrapping his arms around him and oh, Roman is big and soft and warm and his brain isn't coming up with good words anymore and he doesn't care because Roman's still hugging him and the ache in his chest is glowing and he's all warm and it almost burns and it—and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, Logan," he hears from a great distance, "it's okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm right here."

He decides he's not going to think about anything else. Nothing that isn't the fingers running lightly up and down his back. Nothing that isn't being rocked against a strong chest. Nothing that isn't the soothing murmur of words in his ear.

"I've got you, Logan. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

When he next surfaces out of swimming in the sensation of warm soft comfort Roman safe, he realizes Roman's moved them. He's leaning up against the headboard, Logan balanced halfway across his lap. He looks up from where his head is pillowed against Roman's shoulder. Roman smiles.

"Hey," he calls, running his fingers through his hair, "you feel any better."

"Mhm."

"That's good." He returns to scratching lightly between his shoulders. "If it's any consolation at all, I'm sure the others wouldn't be upset at getting able to comfort you at all. I think they'd miss it, actually, and start passive-aggressively fighting for the chance to do it again."

"That's kind of you."

"I'm serious! Mark my words, they'll be squabbling for the chance before you know it."

Despite himself, he laughs at the mental image of it. Roman's chest rumbles with a laugh of his own. "I don't think I would mind so much," he mumbles, tongue loosened by Roman's warmth, "if I didn't know it wasn't for me."

"If what wasn't for you?"

"That sort of thing." When Roman still looks confused, he sighs. "Romance…all of that. That sort of thing."

"What do you mean, romance isn't for you? Not that it's a problem," he says quickly, "that's your decision and you're welcome to make it, I'm just…curious."

"I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Me too."

"I just mean that—" he stops and looks up. "You're what?"

"I'm aro too, Logan," Roman says, smiling softly and running a finger down his cheek. "What's that look for?"

"You're—you—but you're Romance."

"And Janus is perfectly capable of honesty even though he's Deceit. Just because that's what I represent to Thomas doesn't mean I have to experience romantic attraction." Roman shrugs. "It's not like I'm against it, or for it, it's just…well, like you said. It's not for me."

"But—but—" Logan's still trying to make sense of this image— "but you flirt with the others all the time."

"It's fun."

"It's not fun, it's confusing. I get accused of flirting all the time and I don't even know what I'm doing that counts as flirting."

"Well, they're probably guessing that the way they flirt with you is how you'd flirt back at them."

"But that doesn't—"

He stops again. He furrows his brow. He bolts upright to stare hard at Roman.

"What do you mean, how they flirt with me? They don't flirt with me!"

"Yes, they do," Roman says patiently, "believe me, the only reason I know that is because I walk in on them scheming on how to flirt with you."

"They—you what?"

"Look, just because I'm Thomas's Romance doesn't mean I understand all of it myself."

"Why is this so complicated and confusing," he grumbles, letting Roman chuckle and coax him back into a hug, "why can't everyone just make sense?"

"I don't think they'd be themselves if they made sense 100% of the time."

Logan begrudgingly grumbles an acquiescence, but he doesn't have to like it. Judging by the way Roman laughs again and ruffles his hair, he won't hold it against him.

"You look better," he observes softly, smiling, "do you think you might be able to fall back asleep?"

He toys with the edge of Roman's shirt. Most of the ache is gone, but there's something still lingering that he can't quite figure out how to dissipate. "I don't—alright, this next part is going to sound stupid."

"Great. I love stupid-sounding things."

"They have…they're going to have secrets now. And I…I don't…" He sighs. "Do you remember when Patton told Thomas my name?"

Roman nods. Logan rubs the hem of his shirt between his fingers. After a moment, Roman hums. "They shared something private of yours, and now you don't know how to feel that they know everything about you and you won't be able to reciprocate?"

"When did you get so perceptive?"

Roman just chuckles. "I am sorry about the name thing, I don't—"

"It's fine. It was going to happen at some point."

"Still, Logan, you should've gotten to do that on your terms." Roman drums his fingers against the small of his back. "What if…what if we did it over?"

"Did what over?"

"What if you had a name—or something, that was just a private one? And then you could keep it, it could be your secret, and you could decide how you want to tell them about it, if you ever do?"

Heat begins to color his cheeks. "Like—like a pet name?"

Roman looks down. "If you wanted?"

"Okay."

"If you're not comfortable—"

"If it's you," Logan butts in, "only if it's you."

Roman pauses, looking at him, before a soft smile spreads across his face. "Okay. I'm okay with that. Do you have anything in mind?"

"You're Creativity," Logan mumbles, trying to hide his blush in Roman's stomach, "you think of one."

Roman tugs lightly on his hair in retribution but settles, humming as his fingers card along his scalp. Logan finds himself drifting off under the gentle touch, roused here and there by Roman trying out different names. Starlight is too close to his nickname for Virgil, all the generic ones are taken because the others might use them, anything to do with Logic is too impersonal…

"Erudite."

Logan stirs. He looks up. Roman cups his cheek and strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.

"Erudite," he says again, voice gentle and tender, "what about that?"

A lump appears in Logan's throat.

"Is that okay, Erudite?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, it's okay, Erudite, come here…you fall asleep for me now," Roman coos, cuddling a sleepy, weepy Logan to his chest, "shh, Erudite, it's okay…it's okay, let's try and sleep now…"

The ache in his chest fades away as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Thought of bc I'm sick, sorry for any typos, brain stupid

Virgil isn't usually very clingy. Remus is the clingy one in their relationship. Virgil is the calm, cool, collected one of the relationship (cough lies and propaganda the confidence is a false bravado for the anxiety he feels cough) sorry something in my throat. And Remus is the hyperactive clingy pda must touch bf at all times boyfriend.

Until Virgil gets sick.

Virgil sets up shop in Remus' room, wears entirely Remus' clothes, spends every moment he can sleeping in Remus' bed. Of course Remus dotes on him but what Virgil wants the most? The very very most? For Remus to be touching him somehow.

Remus is really confused the first time this happens. He cuddles Virgil to sleep and then decides to leave the room after emo is sleeping bc he doesn't want to wake him, nevermind he sleeps like the dead. Virgil sleeps for an hour then Remus is surprised by Virgil waddling out, draped in a blanket, exhausted eyes, bed head hair, probably smeared makeup, and just "why did you leave 🥺" before sitting on his lap and promptly falling right asleep again. Emo must know where his pookie is at all times or so help him his anxiety skyrockets.

And then when he's feeling better, he was DEFINITELY not sick and DEFINITELY not cuddly no he's too cool for that (Remus isn't offended he probably plays into it like "mhm no absolutely not my confident emo". Simp. /lh /teasing)

Anyway uh yeah have a good day or night idk just have a good one I need to sleep 👍

- 👑 woooooo

You're good but oml that's so fucking cute P L E A S E!!! Vee is sick and touch starved but luckily for him the chaotic Duke is more than happy to take care of his Emo and give him all the cuddles he wants <3 Also I'm cackling at the fact that once he's better he's immediately in denial about it all ever happening like Vee Vee that's Jan's job and Ree is not gonna let you live it down XD (Thank you and you too! :}D)

#hope you get better soon 👑 anon <3 #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #👑 anon #not a countdown

[typically-untypical]

Their Emotions

Per @amateurmasksmith's request!

AU: Canon divergent

CW: None that I know of

WC: 1937

Date: August 11th, 2023

Janus pulled the gloves securely around his hands, lingering as he looked down at the yellow fabric. Yes he liked the aesthetic but that wasn't the predominant reason he wore the constrictive fabric. In fact, Janus didn't dress the way he did purely because the dark and mysterious vibe was a fun persona to play, rather his touch was a beautiful and dangerous thing. He doubted others were affected by his power, they had their own things to deal with. Thomas was a whole person, but they were fragments, pieces, and with that came certain quirks. Patton could literally starve if he wasn't touched; Logan turned into a statue when Thomas had brain freeze, and when he was younger, Virgil had wings as a part of the whole "Fight or flight" mantra. Not all of their quirks were tied to idioms, some of them were just because of how Thomas viewed the world, or how he wanted the world to be. Janus assumed that was how he turned out to be an empath, something along the lines of deceitful people being the most in tune to other people's emotions. Fortunately, it was only when he had skin to skin contact. He could hide behind his layers of clothing and be spared the other's feelings. It was overwhelming. 

Back when Janus was still Self-Preservation, when he wasn't seen as a villain, his small hands would reach for Patton's. Emotions gave off such beautiful feelings, love and care that filled the sense in every way. Holding Patton's hand was like being encompassed by home, the smell of dinner cooking, the hum of happy melodies. Janus had loved holding tightly to Patton and that feeling. The gloves hadn't become a staple to his ensemble until they were in elementary school. Love didn't last, and the warmth turned to disappointment as Janus reached for Patton's hand. It burned worse than anything he had ever felt; it was a stabbing pain through his heart and he had pulled his hand away like he had touched fire. Patton's disappointment grew on his face. Janus and Remus were pushed away from Thomas shortly after that, and Janus wore gloves to keep him from reaching out for a comfort that would never come.

Long sleeves came next, a heated fight with Virgil turned nearly violent as the anxious side grabbed his arm. 

"I need you to listen to me!" Virgil had screamed, but all Janus could feel was fear, pain, and anger. He had yanked his arm away, putting on his most deceitful smile as he fought to catch his breath. He had known about Virgil's pain but he had never understood the depths of it. He wish he could help the anxious side; he wished he could explain why they needed to hide, why they couldn't tell anyone about their feelings. 

"Thomas isn't ready to know that much about himself, and it will only cause him pain in the end." He knew Virgil needed more of an explanation than that, but he was so focused on the pain of lying that he couldn't see the monsters around them, the way their life could fall apart if they told the truth. All Virgil knew was the pressure to be good, to share everything, the pressure not to lie. His fear lingered in Janus' heart, beating rapidly as he questioned his own decision. 

Virgil looked at him disgusted, sneering "you're nothing but a liar" before walking away. That was when he started being called Deceit. No longer was he the side that wanted to protect Thomas, that was Virgil's job. Virgil was looking out for Thomas, trying to protect him from the world. Janus was just... deceit. That was also the day he stopped leaving his arms vulnerable to touch. Virgil's fingers left lingering prickles of panic. He never really figured how to get rid of the feeling, but it was fine. Janus donned a black shirt that covered his arms, a color Virgil favored, and everything was fine.

The capelet was next, a memory he chose not to focus on as pushed away the feeling of fingers on his throat. Anger was such an unpleasant feeling to experience second hand. He hated the idea that anyone could force him to lose sight of his job. Anger burned, anger consumed. It choked him with its smoke and fire as Nisus held onto his throat. Janus had spent so long pushing down his anger, pushing down the frustration and pain but Nisus had pulled it out with a single touch. The destructive path he left behind had scared even Remus.

Never again. 

He didn't need to know what the others felt. He didn't want to know. He could no longer pull up the memories of Patton's love and care. Touch only brought pain, and so Janus stayed covered.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he walked into the common area.

"Morning Janus!" Patton was the first to greet him, disappointment had faded into pity, much the same way Patton had pitied Virgil in the beginning. It was a step in the right direction, but it was a far cry from the love Janus' heart remembered. 

"Good Morning," He responded smoothly, walking over to his seat and surveying the others. He knew how they all felt about him. There was no need to brush his fingers against their arms, to feel the thrum of their emotions in his own heart.

Roman was discussing something with Virgil who was listening, but just barely.

Contempt. Betrayal. 

Logan was reading a book, curled up in a posture he would yell at anyone else for having.

Nothing. That almost hurt worse.

Patton was walking over to him.

Pity.

"Hey Jannie, it's been hot the past few days so we were all thinking of going to the imagination to go swimming."

Swimming required a swimsuit, which typically required fewer layers. He could put on a wetsuit but the idea of wet clothes against his scales was completely unappealing. He typically loved the beach, curling up in the warm sand, allowing the salty water to occasionally spray him and cool him down. He didn't want to say no to a family excursion when they were all beginning to get along, but he couldn't risk touching them. He didn't want to know. He wasn't afraid... hesitant was a better word. "If I do join you I will most likely stay on the beach, I'm not a fan of swimming." He could stay in his full outfit and it wouldn't be a problem. 

"I know you're supposed to be the lord of the lies," Remus chimed in from the air grate, sticking his head out. They had reinforced the air ducts for exactly this reason. "One of your favorite activities is laying on a rock in the sun while the cool waves brush against you. You won't even let me make the rock poisonous or anything like that." 

Janus hissed at Remus who disappeared back into the HVAC system, giggling manically. Janus had taken years to be comfortable being dressed down in front of Remus, almost a decade even, but he was immediately beginning to regret that decision as the others looked at him. The problem was now, whether or not he told the truth they'd have their suspicions. He cautioned on another lie.

"Apologies, the truth is embarrassing which is why I didn't lead with that. I don't like being less than fully covered in front of others."

This time it was Virgil who snorted and chimed in. "You weren't always that way. You used to love showing off your arms and-" Virgil cut himself off and Janus knew they had both had the same thought. That was before Virgil and him were arguing, before Janus became a snake. Honestly, being part snake didn't bother Janus, but he was happy for Virgil to make that assumption.

"As I said, I'd be happy to attend, but I will remain on the beach." He tilted his head to the side, doing his best to give off an unassuming smile. He didn't focus on the way Roman rolled his eyes, or on the way Virgil glared at him like he was a puzzle.

"Well, if that will make you the happiest, kiddo." Patton chimed, his own voice strained and Janus was debating backing out entirely. 

"I will also stay on the beach. I have a few books I would like to finish, but getting out in the pseudo fresh air should be good for all of us." Logan had set down his book and was looking at all of the others. The idea that Janus wouldn't be alone on the beach seemed to relax Patton.

"I'll prepare a picnic," he clamored, making his way toward the kitchen. 

The four remaining sides sat in awkward silence. Logan looked like he had something to say. Roman was obviously trying to avoid looking at Janus. He still argued that things were getting better, but they certainly weren't anywhere near pleasant. 

"Roman, don't you need Virgil to help you pick out your outfit for the beach?"

"What? I would-" His dramatic statement was cut off as Logan looked at him. The logical side wasn't being subtle but maybe he wasn't trying to be. That wasn't his strong suit.

"Right, of course, come on Virgil." Virgil looked between Logan and Janus before sighing.

"Yeah, okay, whatever."

Soon it was just Janus and Logan in the room, and Logan took a seat again, this time a little closer to Janus. "I don't understand what has you hesitant to be loosely clothed in front of us, but know we will respect your needs... at least, I will."

Janus snorted and gently shook his head. "That was never in doubt for me Logan, you are respectful to a fault."

"A fault?" His eyebrow quirked in question.

"Sometimes it would benefit you to be more selfish and demand your own needs be met." 

"Although I don't necessarily disagree with you, I believe the conversation was supposed to be about your needs and wants and not my own."

"Do you truly believe I am not taking care of my needs?" Janus asked, putting his hand to his chest. "I am Thomas' sense of self-preservation."

Logan stared at him with a deadpan look. "And Virgil is Thomas' anxiety. He enjoys giving anxiety but also gets anxiety, we are facsimiles of people. We are complex."

It was kind for him to care, though, strange. "I stand by my earlier statement. You care more than you should." Janus shook his head. "By sitting on the beach I will be taking care of my needs. I will be able to remain fully clothed while continuing to build the bonds which will suit all of us and Thomas far more than our current situation does."

The other side continued to look at him with that quirked eyebrow but eventually relented. "If you would like to talk about the reason you are adverse to showing us your skin and scales, I am here to listen." Logan stood up. "I should also get ready. Patton will be wanting to leave the moment he is done in the kitchen."

As soon as Logan left, Janus let out a soft sigh. He knew how they all felt. He was sure he did... then why did his fingers tingle to reach out for Logan, to see if there was truth in his statement? Janus looked down at his gloved hands. One day. Maybe one day he would be able to reach out to one of them.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: "gold and green in his ivory tower" rating: T warnings: platonic creativitwins, insecurity, touch starvation, crying genre: hurt/comfort description: Roman's not having a good day. Remus intervenes. (prompt from @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat : "If you're still up for prompts, may I suggest something with the twins? Perhaps Roman is having a very insecure day, and once Remus finds out, he hugs his brother and squeezes the life outta him (affectionately). Bonus points if Ro is touch-starved?")

Roman huffs an exasperated breath, rubbing his ink-stained cheek and trying to blink away tears that burn the corners of his eyes. The blank page in front of him glares at him, and he winces. He has no ideas for the next video. No good ideas, anyway. His trash can pays testament to that. Crumpled and torn pieces of scribbled-on paper make his stomach cramp.

Logan's going to be so disappointed in him. He already scarcely sees the use in Roman to begin with. Or at least, it feels that way. It stings, but he understands. They just...clash. And normally, that's okay. Normally he's got at least one useful idea. But this time-

Roman's vision blurs and he slumps in his chair, letting his pen carelessly drop to the desk. It's pointless. He'll just have to fake it in the meeting. The meeting that's in- he squints at the clock and his face pales. Ten minutes. He can do this. He can. It will be fine.

It's not fine.

Oh, he's bullshitting his way through. Trying to come up with something on the fly, but his brain feels painfully squeezed dry, like a sponge wrung out far past its lifespan.

"And that's why I thought we might enjoy doing a performance for the video," Roman concludes, his forehead sweaty. He swallows, glancing around at the sea of uncertain faces, and his heart twinges. 

"I don't know," Virgil says doubtfully. "I mean- what if Thomas messes up?"

"Then we can do another take," Logan suggests. "Unless you wanted to do this live, Roman? I do not think that a live performance would be the best of ideas."

"I-" Roman stalls. He hasn't thought this far ahead. "I don't know," he finally says weakly, knowing they are the wrong words, but not knowing what else to say.

"Well, it's an idea," Thomas says, and the doubt in his voice makes Roman feel like he's cracking apart at the seams. It's not good enough. It's not good enough and he knows that it's not good enough, but he doesn't know what else to say. Sorry guys, my creativity just wasn't up to snuff this week! He can't say that. He needs to do better. He needs to be better. He needs-

He needs a hug.

But he can't have one, especially not now, so Roman swallows hard and tries to tune back into the discussion. Patton's gesturing animatedly about some kind of kid show, and Roman doesn't have the heart to remind him that they've already tried out puppets, there's only so much in that arena they can discover. 

It's almost too much. Janus and Remus keep looking at him, especially Remus, and his brother is unnaturally quiet. That's never a good sign, and Roman keeps casting him sideways glances when no one is looking. Remus looks innocently back, eyes guileless and green, as he fidgets in his seat.

"I'm stealing Roman," Remus finally announces to the room, popping up and seizing Roman's elbow before he can react. "Bye for now!" And he sinks out, dragging Roman with him into Remus's bedroom. Roman wrenches his arm free, glaring at the other side of Creativity.

"What are you doing?" Roman demands. Remus eyes him.

"What's wrong?" Remus asks. Roman freezes.

"Nothing," he immediately tries to deny, and Remus scoffs loudly.

"Might not be Janny but I know that you're full of shit," he sing songs. "Come on, Ro Bro, tell me. Tell me, tell me, tell me-"

"I don't actually really have any ideas," Roman blurts out, breathing heavily. "Not- not this week, I just-" He sighs and glances down at the carpet stained with things he doesn't want to think about. "I'm a failure," he whispers.

"Nah," Remus says. "You're just a little burnt out, that's all." Roman's head jerks up as he stares, wide-eyed, at his brother.

"What?" Roman says dumbly. Remus nods, eyes glittering.

"Burnt out like a candle thrown into a hurricane," he says. "That's all. Just gotta tell the others you need to rest up for a while."

"They need me," Roman objects. Remus rolls his eyes- literally, making Roman's stomach turn.

"They do," Remus acknowledges. "But they need Roman. Not Creativity."

"I don't get what you mean," Roman says, a little stiffly. Remus grins, and his teeth are a little too sharp in the dim light.

"You're part of their fam-ILY or whatever the fuck," Remus says, flapping one hand. "Come on, Ro. You're more than what you can do, you know." Roman blinks in surprise. 

"You-" Roman trails off. He isn't sure what to say. Remus is surprisingly perspicacious. Not that he should have expected anything less. He knows his brother is more than dork jokes and over the top threats. Remus thrums with the vibrance of possibilities, no matter how dark or strange.

"Can I have a hug?" Roman finally asks in a small voice. Remus's grin widens.

"Thought you'd never ask!" He crows, and flops on top of Roman, driving him to the bed. Despite the 'oomph' of breath leaving his lungs, Roman enjoys the pressure of his brother sprawled across him, wrapping him in a warm, shockingly well-scented hug.

"Janus made you bathe today," Roman mutters. Remus makes a face.

"Yep," he agrees. "I'm not letting you go until you feel better, by the way. You're stuck with me."

Roman is okay with that.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #creativitwins #roman sanders #remus sanders #roman #remus #patton #virgil #logan #thomas #sanders sides fanfiction #📚 #ok to rb #peach writes

[sleepyvirgilprompts]

Virgil is touch starved. So is Patton. One day when they're both sitting on the couch, one of them falls asleep. Through a whole lot of shifting from both the sleeping Side and the conscious one, they end up cuddling. The other Side, comforted by the touch, falls asleep too.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virgil #sanders sides prompts #fanfiction prompt #patton sanders #ts patton

[panic-at-the-evrywhere]

Hey, there!

Usually not on anon, but you're cool and I'm nervous. So yeah. Anyway, onto the Sides.

Here's some ideas & headcanons I have

the twins will have duels in the Imagination as some brotherly bonding time

Janus has a fear of vulnerability & Virgil leaving the Darks only made it worse

Logan gets migraines often and holes up in his room when this happens

Janus will kindly bully the Others into self-care when needed, which is often bc they need help

Virgil & Remus used to be like brothers when before Virgil left (especially due to the fact that he didn't really see Roman much)

Remus just wants to reconnect with the people he cares about that left him (Virgil & Roman)

Remus sees a lot of himself in Logan, which is why he wants him to go apeshit bc he needs to stop his ✨emotion repression✨

Patton has a secret stash of 'emotional emergency' cookies somewhere in his room

Orange calls everyone by colour instead of name (how I think of him, anyway)

At some point down the road of healing, Thomas hugs Remus and the Dukey Boi has a bit of a breakdown cause ✨angst✨

The Darks miss Virgil & he misses them (it's just really messy and complicated rn)

Logan & Roman have scheduled brainstorm sessions; as they get closer & heal, they also will sometimes knock on each other's door w/ their own special code when they need some support/comfort

Roman, as the Ego, is quite touch-starved at this point & Virgil finds this out when he goes to jokingly pat his face and Princey melts/gets confused on the affection (Virgil proceeds to cuddle him & Remus joins in on the Loving Roman to Death train)

Have lots of thoughts, but this is already long enough. Have fun :3

- 🐦‍⬛

OMG I LOVE THESE!!

The first one is so amazing! I also headcanon Virgil to be a very good sword fighter cause he has mad reflexes.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders

[starry-knight-skies]

Touch starved Analogical where both Logan and Virgil are kinda touch averse and they don't realize that they're longing for a physical touch until their hands kind brush when passing a book or something between them and it starts with them kinda holding hands and escalating to them cuddling on the regular because they found out they really like it and each other

#virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical

[pitviperofdoom]

Don't mind if I do

OK so turns out I am hugely particular about Sanders Sides fanfic, I'm kind of lukewarm on shipping and AUs, so even though I've been chewing through bookmark lists and heavily filtered AO3 tags like the metal shark in James and the Giant Peach, I've only found a handful that I really really like:

fall into a hole you couldn't see (the friends on the inside remix) by arealsword: Crossover with Inception. A team of nameless extractors invade Thomas's dreams to steal an audition script. Too bad no one told them about Janus. This was the first fic I read after getting back into the fandom and it's so good that I'm outlining a sequel for it with the author's permission.

Self Love by parallelmonsoon: Post- Putting Others First, Thomas has some one-on-one time with each of his sides. Results are mixed at first. Janus helps, in his own way.

Heart of Ice by Arwriter: Touch-starved Virgil. Made me cry.

Remus's Guide To Mending Friendships (For Fun And Profit) by LostyK: Remus decides to help Janus and Virgil patch things up. His methods are about what you'd expect.

look me up and define me (please remind me) by angelsdemonsducks: aka Janus Has A Bad Time: the fic. Turns out shapeshifting into other people to do what you need to do can cause an identity crisis, shocker.

Cold-Blooded by ArtistOwl: honestly the actual summary says it best: Roman tends to run hot. Janus is cold-blooded and will end up wrapped around the warmest thing in the room when he goes to sleep. The sides have a sleepover. What happens next will totally shock you.

Can you tell who my favorites are yet

#sanders sides #fic recs

[too-much-yike]

analogical headcanons that i have. please enjoy

-logan’s love language is physical touch bc he doesn’t know how to express his feelings in words very well. virgil’s love language is more acts of service bc he feels like he needs to be doing things for his partner for them to feel loved

-virgil really likes when he can lay on top of logan as he strokes virgil’s hair

-virgil absolutely makes fun of roman’s lack of a partner if he doesn’t have one. if he does, he calls roman’s relationship gross in a joking way but will be affectionate towards logan at the same time.

-logan will sometimes call virgil pet names he sees on the internet. they either fluster virgil a lot or will make him laugh. either way win win for logan

-logan will take virgil out stargazing and tell him about the stories that come with the constellations

-both are very touch starved idiots so once their relationship starts, or before it does they’re found cuddling all the time

-virgil helps logan with his notecards on internet slang. virgil does enjoy helping logan but it’s mainly to spend time w him

-logan will ramble about something he found really interesting and virgil will just listen even if he doesn’t understand half the things logan is saying

-virgil introduces logan to his music (pierce the veil, mcr, early patd) and logan actually learns to like it

-virgil likes listening to logan read out loud to him when he’s anxious or having a panic attack

-logan likes to have virgil within arms reach at all times and when he doesn’t he will go and find virgil if he’s not busy

-virgil is stronger but shorter (5’10”) than logan (6’5”)while logan is only strong enough to carry virgil

-will spend hours watching conspiracy videos and will debate whether or not they’re real afterwards

-virgil likes drawing and logan helps him w anatomy bc he knows a lot about the human body and will research animal anatomy just for virgil to improve

-logan will let virgil paint his nails when he feels anxious

-when virgil has nightmares, logan will let virgil be big spoon so virgil feels like he’s protecting logan instead of hurting him

-after virgil falls asleep, logan likes to put small kisses on virgil’s face/hands/hair

-virgil dressed logan in his emo style bc logan lost another one of those anxiety vs logic bets and logan pretends to not like it, but he actually really likes it bc he feels closer w virgil and bc the outfit was MADE for him by virgil

-logan calls virgil pet means in latin sometimes and virgil just has no idea what they mean until he looks them up (sometimes logan finds these pet names online and they’re wrong so virgil just gets really confused)

-it’s rare but whenever virgil gets really excited about a topic and rambles and stims, logan will tune the world out to listen to him

-virgil tries to cover his smile a lot so whenever logan sees it, he makes sure to point out how pretty it looks

#analogical

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Starved

*materializes into existence*

Hey :D

[beware, this is long]

Idk if you're doing prompts rn (if not, that's okay; remember to take care of yourself). But if you are, may I request some Creativitwins h/c? – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat [i'm not putting the whole req here just cause she LONG]

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Warnings: starvation, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, body horror (sort of), nightmares

Pairings: none

Word Count: 4250

For Remus, tending to the nightmare realm is just another chore. Eldritch monstrosities, terrifying landscapes, that's just how it is.

But when a new destination appears one night as he's going about his rounds, well, he has to stop in to investigate. What he finds is a horrifying town that has an almost cult-like relationship with hunger. One of the Sides, clearly, suffers from a particularly terrible strain of intrusive thoughts, but who?

    "I mean, it just makes sense, really."

Roman snarls, throwing himself against the invisible barrier, but it shimmers mockingly as he's forced to claw and screech in vain, soundless behind its impassable force. On the other side, close enough that he could reach out and touch him—so close, so fucking close—Remus smiles.

"Of course," Logan says softly, reaching out to cup Remus's face as though he's precious, "the Creativity unbound by the shackles of expectation, what else could we hope for?"

"And the passion!" Patton claps his hands, each one making the barrier thunder against Roman's palms. "Where else are we going to find someone with this much drive and motivation?"

"I know, maybe we'll actually see finished products once in a while," Virgil snickers, playfully elbowing Remus in the ribs as a dagger lodges itself in Roman's side.

He howls in pain, still scrabbling at the wall, but it's no use; Remus isn't even looking at him anymore, no one is, they're all too focused on each other, on how perfect Remus fits in now that they're stopping to look at it, and that's what he wants, that's good, he missed his brother so much, he wants him back, he wants him back, he just wants—he wants—

But he's a fool, and he didn't specify that he's selfish enough to want to keep both things.

And now, as he watches Remus pulled into Patton's arms, as he watches Logan smile gently and ruffle his hair, as he watches Virgil grin and rub his hands together gleefully, as he watches Janus turn to look at him—

Janus stares at him through the barrier, a smirk playing on his lips. But it's not a cruel smirk, not a malicious smile, it's the crooked smile every hero has just as they deliver the last quip of the movie.

"Oh, Roman," he whispers, even as his words ring in Roman's ears, "thank god you don't have a mustache."

Roman wakes up.

He's shaking. He's burning under the sheet. He's panting like he's run for his life. He's frozen. He can't move. Why should he move? The barrier will stop him. Wait, no, that's when he's asleep. He's not asleep anymore. He's not, is he? He's so cold. He's so hot. He's so scared.

God, he's so scared.

But why is he so scared? Is it the fact that Remus was accepted? How awful is he, to be scared of that? To be scared that if they find out how wonderful Remus truly is—and he is, Remus is so, so, so wonderful, he is and Roman loves him—that they'll want to keep Remus and get rid of him? That's awful of him! He's not supposed to be scared of his brother being accepted, he's supposed to look forward to it! He's not—he's not—

He's crying, isn't he? That's why he's still shaking. He's scared. He's scared and he's awful and he's crying, why is he crying? What right does he have to cry? Crying is for people who are hurting and deserve comfort. What comfort does he deserve? Because his Imagination conjured up some horrifying reality for him, so horrifying that he got to watch his brother finally get the love and acceptance he deserves and the natural consequences of it? What right does he have to demand comfort after that? He doesn't. He should stop crying. He should stop. Right now.

Oh, god, he can't stop crying.

He's still hurting. His chest is still burning. Why can't he breathe properly? This is stupid; if he's going to be as selfish and needy as he is, he should at least be breathing properly. He can't pretend to be anything other than helpless, can he, that he would steal the air from others' lungs and then not have the decency to breathe it properly? How cruel of him. How unjust of him. How awful he must be.

He should be locked behind a barrier. He should be pushed far away from everyone else. Then he couldn't hurt them. Then his hurt would only hurt him. Then he could be as messy and needy and selfish as he had to be and he would only cause himself pain. That was right. That was better. He should—he should have—should he have realized this years ago? How awful he is, how much he deserves to be put behind a barrier?

The room is closing in. The walls are getting closer. His bed is shrinking. The blankets are pressing him down into the floor, he can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe—

He can't hear anything. Oh, god, has it happened already? No, no, he wasn't ready—he was just thinking about it, that didn't mean he wanted to go right now—no, he wants one last chance to say goodbye, he's sorry, he's sorry, he's so sorry—

It's so cold.

It's so cold.

***

    Remus whistles under his breath as he steers the little rudder on the wooden dinghy, around the desecrated shell of some great eldritch beast. He gives the scale an absentminded pat as he drifts by, resolving to come back and check on it later. Perusing his nightmare gallery never did get old, but as far as dreams went, there were certainly better ones to be had. After all, hardly anyone wants to go to work as soon as they fall asleep.

"Win some, lose some," he remarks to the bear cub sitting in the bottom of the boat next to him. The bear cub growls low in its throat and gnaws on a spare bone. "Atta boy."

As he turns to go back towards the mainland, he catches sight of something rising up out of the water to his left. Looking over, he blinks in surprise to see a skeletal forest framing a new mouth of the river, long and jagged shadows reaching out over the water's surface. Frowning, he steers the boat over there, watching as the trees coalesce to form the silhouette of a starving bear. His bear cub lets out a low snuffling noise and shifts closer to his leg. He rubs its head and frowns as they drift under the bear's snarling mouth.

"Do you know what this is?" The bear cub huffs. "Huh. Me neither."

Surprisingly enough, the river ends at a seemingly normal dock. Well, normal for everyone else, in here, that's a little strange. Crowds mill about, each talking gruffly to their immediate neighbor, and someone throws Remus a small rope to tie off his dinghy. He does, the bear cub lingering close to his heels as he starts to walk into the town. Thankfully, he's not in his costume, but a set of plainclothes that he quickly shuffles around to hide the eldritch goo.

The air swirls with a strange miasma, not quite visible enough to put his finger on, but—there's something here. A feeling, almost, a terrible energy that permeates everything he can see. Most wear some sort of face covering, a scarf pulled up over their mouths, or hats worn so low he can only see glimpses of their chin. Those that don't are haggard, bone-weary, with eyes sunken and pulsating deep within their sockets. He can see what should be market stalls hanging their striped banners, but nothing looks to be on sale.

"Good thinking," he hears a raspy voice to his side, and he turns to see a crew of urchins smirking and huffing at him, "having a cub for you, or you for the cub."

His cub—he looks down to see where the cub should've been only to see it's wandered off, sniffing at something, and now whining and growling as a group of long-fingered strangers inch towards it, their mouths open. He whistles sharply and the cub turns tail and runs back to him, gnawing gently on his pants leg.

"Stay close," he bids under his breath as they keep walking, "I don't know what's going on here."

He keeps walking. The bustling streets fade quickly into tiny alleyways, each blocked off by a different makeshift wall that looks like it's designed to be lifted back and forth, a strange gate of sorts. Big, bulky things, the kind that would take at least two strong people to lift. He glances around at the twig-thin limbs and skeletal muscles he can see of the few people that aren't wearing big coats and proper clothes. As he nears one, he frowns. It's made of what looks to be old hide, bound and lashed together with something, but what could possibly be—

A low moaning and the murmur of a crowd.

He turns again, his cub at his side, looking for the source of the commotion. Down the main street a ways, at the mouth of presumably another alley, he sees a group of people peering at something. With one hand tangled in the fur at the cub's neck, he walks over and shoulders his way in to see what's so fascinating.

His eyes widen.

An old man, an old man, who looks barely alive save for the hysterical zeal in his eyes, is hobbling after something rolling along the ground. Every time he's about to pick it up, one of the men in some sort of uniform comes up and kicks it further away from him. The thing rolls through all manner of filth and still the old man hobbles after it. A sick sort of fascination takes hold of Remus's stomach—he should put a stop to this, shouldn't he?—but he finds himself paralyzed, only able to hold his bear cub close.

As the man continues to hobble, he lets go of his cloak. His ribs stand out starkly, each vertebra of his spine clearly visible, and someone in the crowd quickly snatches it up, hoarding it to their chest as a few squabble for it until the uniformed man barks at them to settle down. The man hobbles on, undeterred.

Another shadow lengthens on the ground.

Remus is one of the few that turn to look.

Another man, tall and whip-thin, with an ashen-gray face and monstrous dignity, walks slowly after the pair. His coat, fasted together with large gold buttons down the length of him, flutters in the breeze as though he would blow away at any moment. His hands, the same ashen color as his face, clasp in front of him. A gold signet ring gleams from his finger.

Who, Remus thinks as he clutches the bear cub, who has the sense to be utterly silent, the fuck do you think you are?

"Do you see," the man whispers, his voice picking through the crowd as a centipede picks through the undergrowth on the forest floor, "how desperate we become if we are slaves to our hunger?"

The man in uniform kicks the thing through a puddle that Remus is going to believe is water. The older man still hobbles after it.

"How low our standards become, how quickly we become nothing but beasts, savage and primitive? And how unhappy we are…" The gold signet ring catches another flash of light. "And we are never sated once we give into the need to feed."

The old man finally catches the thing. It drips and cracks with who knows what and still he shoves it in his mouth as though it were the finest feast in all the land. As the crumbs and sludge drip down his face, Remus realizes that it once might have passed for bread.

"And look," says the man as the old figure lets out a howl of despair, "it is never worth the price it takes to feed it."

For even that short hobble seems to have sapped the last of the life force from the old man's wheezing lungs and he keels over right there, still moaning and twitching as the bread rolls limply away from his hands. The uniformed man stands over the corpse and raises a whistle to his lips.

"We are the masters of our own hunger," drones that fucking whisper as many-limbed shadows materialize from the other end of the alley, "until it becomes master of us."

The crowd turns away in shocked horror as the spider-shadow-demon beasts fall upon the corpse. Remus watches the man impassively observing it, idly toying with that fucking golden ring. Then, as if Remus were invisible, he turns and walks back into the crowd, the beasts scuttling after him.

"So," Remus murmurs to the bear cub who was thankfully too short to see any of that, "that was fucking weird."

This isn't one of his. Obviously, because then he would've known what the fuck to expect. As it stands, he can only drift to a somewhat abandoned corner and stare around, trying to discern who this might belong to.

Hunger, that was clearly a theme here. Starvation, almost, given how little food there seems to be and how everyone keeps looking at his bear cub. But a culturally enforced starvation, given by the weird cult vibes of the creepy dude with the ring—a religious figure, maybe? And some nonsense about being masters of hunger, so clearly there was prestige given to being hungry but not giving into it. Those who outwardly expressed their hunger being shamed—well, shamed and humiliated and executed for it.

The bear cub whimpers and Remus crouches down, letting it snuffle into his neck as he strokes its shoulder. A cart drives by with a fancy-looking crest on one side and he squints to make out 'By the Grace of N. Schaumburg' as it passes.

"That must be creepy dude," he murmurs as the bear cub growls, "yeah? What do we think, who's hungry?"

He looks around again. Despite the fact that it's pretty mild weather, everyone's bundled up as though it were the dead of winter. Those that don't wear thick heavy coats huddle together, shivering, mindless mumbling coming from the groups. If he listens closely enough, he can just make out the words, but they don't make any sense.

The bear cub whuffs and tugs on his sleeve.

"What?"

The cub sniffs at a piece of paper blown closer to them. Remus picks it up. It's a pamphlet of some sort with the same crest, announcing an earlier enforced curfew. On the back is a short verse.

Selfishly feed and forever go hungry.

Free and unshackled by hunger are we.

Feeding the beast is an endless task.

Embrace the hunger and be free at last.

"Free from what," Remus whispers to the cub as he finishes reading, "having a body with needs?"

The cub just whines. Remus rubs its head and pockets the pamphlet, standing up slowly and looking around. Okay, so definitely shame associated with needing to feed, something about trying and failing to sate the hunger only leading to it growing, okay…definitely more guilt flying around here than he'd like but they were raised Catholic, so that's not completely unbelievable…

"You there." The uniformed man from before jerks his head at the cub. "What's with the animal?"

"'S my emotional support bear."

The man frowns. "Your what?"

"Nasty business," Remus says instead, nodding toward where the corpse used to be, "does that happen often in this part of town?"

"Not as often as it used to, population's getting better. Since Schaumburg came out with the pills instead of the rations it's been easier to keep the worst of them down." The man glances behind him. "Still. There'll always be a few of them."

"Is that why the new curfew's been enacted?"

"Well, it always gets worse at night, you know. That's when all the rational thought leaves these people and they start scrabbling about for something to feed on. Makes it easier to manage if they're all already indoors, you see."

Okay, so something about not being around others at night, okay, who do we know that's been skipping out of things lately?

"And I've never seen him around either," Remus says, lowering his voice a bit as he nods toward the direction that creepy dude went off in, "is that normal around here too?"

"Oh, Schaumburg doesn't normally come out—" bingo— "but with all the panic about that cold front last night, well…I guess he thought it was necessary."

Cold front last night, cold front last night…what happened last night?

It was movie night last night. Did someone get freaked out by the movie? But it was The Sea Beast, it had cleared everyone's trigger list, everyone had enjoyed it, was that the problem? Or was it something else?

"Now, you seem like a nice enough man—" Remus tries not to take offense, this seems like a good thing in this case— "so I'll just let you off with a word to the wise: get that bear of yours registered with an approved tag or someone's liable to tear it apart, you hear?"

Remus just nods as the official turns away. He looks down at his cub, who's all but cuddling his leg, and glances around.

Several people hug their cloaks or bags close to their chests. A few more stand so close their arms are near around each other as the carts and wagons drive by. A parent tucks their child into a fold of their coat. He remembers the feeling of being snuggled on the couch and how cold it had been when he got up to get a drink. He pulls out the pamphlet and looks closely at the crest, fingers tracing an upside-down crown with teeth mangling the metal.

As if on cue, he hears Roman scream.

***

    Virgil huffs, turning over in bed. Remus must be busy tonight; his mouth's been filled with bitter-tasting grossness all evening. Every now and again he gets this awful roaring emptiness in his stomach and he just wants to sleep. He's almost ready to storm down there and tell him to knock whatever he's doing off, it can wait until tomorrow, when he suddenly hears someone scream.

That's…not what Remus's screams sound like.

***

    Remus shakes himself awake, grabs his trusty teddy bear, and sinks right into Roman's room. Immediately he's prying Roman's hands away from his face, letting out these soothing little noises and trying to get his attention.

"Hey, hey, Roro, shh, shh, it's okay, c'mere." Roman gasps and shakes and Remus leans in to kiss his forehead. "Hey, hey, c'mon, Ro-Bro, it's just me. It's just me, hey, can you look at me?"

"Re?"

"Yeah, Roro, it's just me, it's just me. Hey, you're doing so good, can you listen to my voice? Just listen to me, I'm right here, we're in your room, we're safe, you're safe, we're all okay." He nudges the teddy bear into Roman's lap and nuzzles it under Roman's chin. "See? All good."

Roman's hands are shaking and in the distance, Remus hears the echo of Schaumburg's voice. He growls and reaches out, taking Roman's hands and looping them around his neck, pulling his brother into a cuddle.

"Hey, Roro, you stay right here with me. Can you do that? Can you hold onto me?"

"It's so cold, Re—it's so—so cold—"

"Shh, it's okay, you can be warm now. I'm warm, right?"

"You're so warm—how are you so warm—"

"Come steal all my warmth, okay? Come steal all of it, it's all for you, I'm gonna give it to you." Remus tucks Roman's head under his chin and rocks him slightly back and forth. "There, there you go, shh, shh, it's okay, Roro."

"I'm sorry," Roman gasps out and Remus's chest aches, "I'm sorry, I'm awful, I'm so sorry!"

"You're not awful, Roro. Nope, no disagreeing," he says softly as Roman opens his mouth to protest, "you're not awful. You had a really fucked up nightmare and your intrusive thoughts are way too loud but you're not awful."

Roman freezes. "You—you saw it?"

"I didn't see your nightmare, no, but I—your intrusive thoughts made a place in my nightmare realm and I saw that."

"I'm so sorry—"

"Hey," Remus murmurs, pulling him back enough to cup his face and make him look at his eyes, "don't apologize for the shit your brain does, okay? You're safe here with me. I'm gonna be right here, okay? I got you."

To his dismay, Roman's lower lip trembles and big tears bubble at the corners of his eyes again. "B-but I—"

"Roman?" That's Virgil's voice, why the fuck is he—oh, right, panic. "Princey?"

"Hey, shh," Remus soothes as Roman tries to hide in the lea of him, "hey, it's okay. I won't let him hurt you."

"Remus? Is that you?"

"Yeah. What do you want?"

"I heard the scream, I've been feeling his panic—look, I don't wanna shout through the door, can I come in?"

"Can he?" Roman takes a little too long to nod but he does. "Yeah, Virgil, get in here."

Virgil slips through the door and takes one look at Remus hovering protectively over his brother and immediately changes into the softest hoodie and sweatpants he has. He crouches down so it's easier for Roman to look at him and his voice drops to a low rumble.

"Hey, Princey," he says gently as Roman turns to look at him, "seems like you're having a real rough time right now, can I come help?"

"S-sorry."

"It's okay, bud, I'm not mad. You're gonna be okay. I just wanna help."

"I won't let him hurt you," Remus whispers, rubbing his back, "you're safe here."

It takes another long moment, but Roman slowly reaches out a hand and Virgil takes it, letting Roman draw him onto the bed. He joins Remus in rubbing up and down Roman's back, gently carding his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, Princey," he murmurs, still speaking softly, "you have a bad dream? Yeah? You wanna talk about it?"

Roman shakes his head.

"Can I ask Remus what's going on? Yeah? Thanks, bud."

Remus sighs, letting Roman cuddle into him. "He's not been having a good time recently, what with…everything going on. I think Patton and Janus blowing up about selfish stuff got into his head and Logan's whole…deal about rising above what he calls 'base' needs isn't helping."

"…yeah, shit, that sounds—that's not great."

"And, you know, being insulted and belittled every time he opens his mouth isn't helping either," Remus adds, glaring at Virgil as he winces.

"I know. I—fuck."

"Yeah. So be really fucking careful right now."

"Hey, Roman," Virgil calls softly, giving Roman the gentlest shake to get his attention, "hey, Princey, can you look at me for a second?"

Roman's head peeks out and Virgil smiles, reaching out to wipe a tear from his cheek.

"Hey, there, bud. You're okay. Was what Remus said right, are you—is shit a little too much right now?" Roman nods. "You want some reassurance, or do you just want us to be here?"

"'M sorry," Roman mumbles, "'m not—'m not trying to be needy."

"You're not being needy, Princey, you're upset and you want to be comforted. That's not needy."

"Or selfish either," Remus says when fucking Schaumburg starts whispering again, "you're allowed to want things and have them. That's not something to be ashamed of or feel guilty for."

"Shit," he hears Virgil mutter under his breath before there's another set of arms around Roman, "no, Princey, you're not bad for wanting things. Is this—I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. I shouldn't have left you alone for movie night last night either."

Right. Right, everyone else had cuddled up on the couch and Roman had arrived later when there was no room—fuck, Roro, I'm so sorry.

"It's okay, bud, you're okay. You're okay, you're safe, we're not going anywhere."

"I'm sorry," Roman cries out, hiding his face in the teddy bear, "I'm not—I'm trying, I'm trying, but it's so cold, I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry for wanting," Remus scolds lightly, glancing at Virgil who nods and starts gathering the blankets, "you're allowed to want things. And you just had a nightmare, that's an automatic you-get-cuddles-now. We can figure everything else out tomorrow, okay?"

Finally, finally Roman sniffles and looks up at both of them. "You guys really don't mind?"

"Nope!"

"Nah," Virgil says, ruffling his hair, "come cuddle, Princey."

As they all start to get ready to fall back asleep, Remus makes eye contact with Virgil. Virgil nods as Roman starts to doze—poor Roro, he must be so tired—and they close their eyes together.

***

    Remus's bear cub growls lightly at Virgil as they reappear in the abandoned corner, but he pats its head. "He's a friend, it's okay."

"Yeesh," Virgil mutters, looking around, "this whole place feels like panic attack, is it always like this?"

"Roman's just really not having a good time right now. Just be glad you weren't here earlier."

"You know what, I'm not even gonna ask." Virgil takes a deep breath and tugs a little on his jacket, glancing around. "So! What's the plan?"

"I'm feeling like some anti-government arson and a side of political assassination, how about you?"

"Let's go start a riot."

The bear cub growls, swelling and growing until it's the size of a nearby wagon and Remus grins.

We gotcha, Roro. Sweet dreams.

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#sanders sides #roman sanders #roman angst #virgil sanders #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #dragonbabbles #fic

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I think it be cute if Virgil would just like randomly kiss Remus

A lip kiss, forehead, temple, cheek, neck, etc

Because like, Virgil doesn’t really do public displays of affection (PDA) and Remus gets really happy when he does it

Bc rem is touched starved

- Vee 💜

Ree lives off Vee's affection if he doesn't get even one smooch or touch a day he will dramatically make it Vee's problem (He of course respects the PDA boundary cause he gets them regardless in private) But if he randomly gets one he's full on "I'm free from the clutches of lack of touch and cured by a hot Emo! :}D"

#ree may not be the romantic type but he needs his daily dose of emo affection #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks #answers #Vee 💜 anon #not a countdown

[creative-lampd-liberties]

Adoptable Plot Bunny #5

Anxceit prompt, platonic or romantic

Janus is touch starved, but doesn't realize it until a spat with Virgil turns into a shoving match. Afterwards, he realizes he very badly needs deal with it, but is uncertain how to entice the others to touch him. Is he desperate enough to bait Virgil into another fight? What will Virgil do when he figures out Janus’s real motivation?

#adoptable plot bunnies #anxceit #janus sanders #virgil sanders #the protector virgil agenda #a necessary amount of deceit love #queue tag