Summary: Logan Croft was certain that the trappings of romance were wholly unnecessary for the social compatibility experiment known as dating. To prove it to his friends, Roman and Remus Kingsford, he agrees to ask out the next person to come through the doors to the courtyard from the cafeteria... who just so happens to be the emo skater king of Sanders High School, Virgil Delaney.
Virgil is just trying to get through his last year of high school while working to afford a shitty apartment and food to take care of his little brother Thomas. He doesn't have the time or energy for a relationship, despite his best friend Patton Morales worrying that he'll be lonely now that Patton is dating their other friend Janus Atea. To ease Patton's worries, Virgil promises to agree to a date with the next person who "works up the courage to ask for a date, but not a hookup".
Tags/Warnings: May Trope Mayhem, Alternate Universe - High School, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders is Thomas Sanders's Guardian, Big Brother Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Agenda, Barista Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Pintrovert Flirting, Logic | Logan Sanders Has Feelings, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Has Panic Attacks, Gay Disaster Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders is a Little Shit, Kid Thomas Sanders, Trans Morality | Patton Sanders, Nonbinary Deceit | Janus Sanders, Mean Girls References, Protective Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Needs a Hug, Everybody Aboard The Feels Train, Misconceptions of Relationship Hierarchies, Assumptions Of Polyamory, Polyamory Endgame, Mentions of Past Underage Sex Between Teenagers, Mention of Possible Future Sex Between Teenagers, No on-screen sex, Platonic Creativitwins, Graphic Explanation Of Band-Aid Removal As A Metaphor, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Gets A Harem
May Trope Mayhem 2025 Prompts:
Chapter 1 - Day Ten: Fake Dating
Chapter 2 - Day Fifteen: Character Is Conveniently Unrecognizable In Glasses
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Hi, I'm back from finals, but my brain is kind of dead right now, so enjoy this silly two-shot in the meantime.
Word count: 996 | AO3
Summary: Roman needs to get on with the program, realise his crush on Virgil and ask him out, because it's getting ridiculous.
At least Janus thinks so. Everybody does.
A wild crush has appeared, except it was there all along, Roman is just dumb <3
âItâd be a pity if you got over yourself and told Virgil you loved him already. Not that I care about his happiness or anythingâ.
Roman turned to face the back of the room, where Janus was sitting with a lap full of Patton, who just shrugged in agreement with a quizzical smile.
The treacherous acceptance Patton showed after Janusâ out-of-the-blue comment almost made Roman gasp.
âI just said I want to hang out with him this weekâ.
âAnd marry him the month after that, I supposeâ Janus retorted.
âOkay, first of all, nah-uh, and second of all, Iâd have expected this outright attack for you, but, Patton, are you going to stand watching him bullying me?!â
Just when he was about to reply, Janus intervened again, pretending to be distracted playing with Pattonâs curls.
âNot quite, let me rephrase that for you: bullying you into getting ahead in lifeâ.
âHello?â Roman gestured at himself, only to feel even more increpated by Janusâ glancing at him up and down. âIâm dashing at all times, itâs you who should be putting in the effortâ.
As per usual, Janus smirked, unimpressed. He ran a finger, scratching lightly, up Pattonâs neck. Underneath the cardigan, a pair of shoulders rolled in a contained shudder.
âI already have. You, though, have achieved nothing. Also, why am I detectingâ Janus said, raising a hand to cup behind his ear, âa hint of defensiveness? Honestly⊠well⊠as honestly as the budget allows, I am saying this for your sake. Take notes or something, Romanâ.
Romanâs weight shifted from one leg to the other, he crossed his arms and gasped, for real this time.
âExcuse me?â
âExcused. Iâll dictate it for you: number one, dot, Janus has made me realise my lack of ambition, comma, I will ask Virgil outâ. Janus changed the tone for a second, considering. âHmmm⊠letâs say, at once, sounds very you, doesnât it? Blah, blah, no ambition, Iâm very dim, I will ask Virgil out at once, full stop. New paragraph: number two, dot, from now on, comma, I shall listen to Janusâ advice, comma, because heâs so right all the time, full stopâ.
Once Roman came out of his astonishment, he closed his gaping mouth and pursed his lips like a child.
âOkay, thatâs it, you did this. Iâm calling the nerdâ.
Janus had no time to complain, as Logan was summoned immediately thereafter.
âLo, are you okay?!â Patton stirred in place after seeing Loganâs looks.
There, in all bizarre glory, stood Logan, draped in a lab coat with some unidentified stains, knee-length black rubber boots, safety glasses with what dangerously looked like a speckle of blood and a pair of gloves holding a scalpel.
âDonât worry Patton, heâs just been playing with Remusâ Janus offered.
Logan examined the room quickly, then cleared up his throat and blinked himself into his usual attire.
âI was in the middle of somethingâ.
âClearlyâ Roman muttered sarcastically.
âWhat do you need?â Logan made a point to ignore Romanâs comment.
Janus smiled calmly.
âRoman just called you so you can prove him wrongâ.
Before the prince could retort, Logan nodded with a vague hint of amusement.
âWell, I can certainly do thatâ.
âYou wonât need to, because itâs him whoâs sayingâ Roman paused and endeavoured to make his best impression of Logan, âfalsehoodsâ.
Logan frowned and crossed his arms.
âThat is to be expected, so what is the context?â
âHe says I need to ask Virgil out because heâs always rightâ.
Roman went on saying something along the lines of âlike, I like Virgil, but not like that. And heâs just implying Iâm in love with him, and I would know because, hi, Roman, romance? And Patton isnât even defending me!â. All of that, Logan didnât listen to, deciding to speak plainly.
âThatâs incorrect, Janus gets things wrong often, it is, in fact, a statistical improbability to be right all the time. But, to be fair, out of all of you, he holds a higher averageâ.
âExactly, thatâs what I saidâ Roman shook his hand forward as if to underline how justified he felt. A moment later he went quiet. âWaitâŠâ
âNo need. Iâll finish dispatching this soon. So, no, Janus is not always right, but you would do well to heed to his advice on this occasion, seeing how it would help resolve your feelings for Virgilâ.
âWhat?â
âThank you, Loganâ Janus said.
Logan nodded, satisfied with a good job.
âNo need, happy to helpâ.
âWait, wait, wait!â Roman exclaimed. âI have no feelings for VirgilâŠâ he reconsidered, ânot like that!â
In a quick save, Logan hid his laugh with a frown and an inhale.
âExcellent example of being wrong, youâll be a great help to Loganâs statisticsâ Janus grinned.
Everybody was looking at him.
Normally, heâd like that, because it was the natural order of things. At the present time, though, he felt paralysed by a sudden onslaught of contradicting feelings and thoughts. Unfortunately, all of these things running through his mind popped in and out too fast for him to process them as more than a jumble of nonsense.
That is to say, he drew a complete blank, cursing his ADHD.
âBut-but⊠Iâm not inâ he started slowly, trying to organise his ideas.
Then, went down with the first thing to come out of his mouth because working under pressure is not his thing.
âLike, I spend a ton of time with him, but what do you know? And, honestly, youâre just jealous Virge pays more attention to me because heâs almost as great as me. By the way, Janus steals your crofters when you donât look, someone has to say it, because weâre outing peopleâs secrets, except not mineâs âcause Iâm not in love withâŠâ
Patton stood up, knowing heâd have to help everyone brace themselves.
All at the same time, the following was spoken or shouted:
âSnitch!â
âHe did what?!â
âOh my... Iâm in love with Virgilâ
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Soulmate au where there first touch is a mark on the person and remuses mark is on his dick
pffff, I canât stress enough on how much this made me laugh. @nobodystentacle thank you! Imma make this Intrulogical!Â
tw: some sexual humor and language
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Everyone is born with a birthmark, a special symbol of where theyâd first be touched by their soulmate. Most people had their birthmark on their hands, or their arms. Some people had it on their faces. Remus, however, was special. He had been born with a birthmark on his dick.Â
When he was a small child, he was ashamed of it, felt strange that he didnât have his birthmark in one of the more common places. But as he grew older, he began to not care, and then he began to be proud of it.Â
âMy first time touching my soulmate is when I fuck him!â Remus would boast, earning a groan from his best friend, Janus, whose own birthmark on on the side of his face.Â
âYou canât possibly believe that the first time your skin will come in contact with his is you two having sex? You wonât touch at all before then?â Janus would ask him every time Remus mentioned it.Â
Remus would shake his head, completely convinced that he had figured it out.Â
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Remus walked through the mall, bouncing in front of Janus as he pointed out all the cool stuff.Â
Janus walked hand in hand with his soulmate, a small boy named Patton. They had met a few years back. Janus apparently had something in his cheek and Patton had gone to wipe it away, brushing against Janusâ birthmark. Pattonâs birthmark was on the tips of his fingers, the same tips that had brushed against Janusâ cheek. They had started dating that exact moment, and had been very happy together. Watching the two of them made Remus want to find his soulmate all the more.Â
âWhy donât we get lunch?â Patton suggested.Â
âThat sounds like a great idea,â Janus said, grabbing Remus by the sleeve and dragging him down towards the food court. They ordered their food and sat at their table, chatting and joking around.Â
âIâm going to refill my soda,â Remus said to the otherâs standing up to leave. As he walked to the soda fountain, he noticed a cute looking boy with glasses also headed to get some more soda. He wore a dark blue shirt and a necktie, which Remus thought was kind of strange. Remus smiled at him before turning to refill his drink.Â
He finished refilling his drink and turned to rejoin his friends when the boy next to him slipped on some melted ice on the ground. Remus went to catch him but missed, and the boy flailed his arms, trying to grab onto something before his head hit the ground.Â
The boy wasnât able to grab something, but as he fell, his hand accidentally brushed Remusâ lower half, right against Remusâ birthmark. Remus noticed the birthmark on the boyâ palm of his hand, the same hand that had just touched Remus.Â
The boy hit the ground with a thud, luckily saving his head from hitting too hard.Â
âOh my goodness, Iâm so sorry!â the boy said, adjusting his glasses. âI didnât mean to-â the boy trailed off as he looked from his hand to Remus, then back at his hand.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Remus said, groaning a little. âThis is not how I expected this to happen!âÂ
The boy stood up, his shirt and pant wet from the ice and soda on the floor. Janus and Patton came running over, making sure that everything was alright.Â
âDo you need a spare pair of clothes?â Patton asked. âWe have some in the car. Theyâre Remusâ, he looks a little bigger than you, but I think theyâll work.âÂ
âThat sounds amazing, thank you.â The boy turned to Remus. âI assume that you are Remus. Am I correct?â The boy peered through his glasses, and Remus almost forgot about the birthmark, almost.
âI sure am!â Remus said, leading him to the car for the new clothes.
âWell, Iâm Logan. Correct me if Iâm wrong, but I believe that we might be soulmates. Is your birthmark, well, is your birthmark...â Logan trailed off, his eyes flicking down towards Remusâ crotch.Â
âOn my dick? Sure is!â Remus said, unafraid to say it out loud. The boy laughed, making Remus smile.Â
âWell, maybe we can exchange numbers? I can give you your clothes back later and maybe we could go out to dinner sometime?â Logan asked.Â
âSounds like a plan!â Remus said. Logan fished his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a business card and turning it over. Then he grabbed a pen out of his wallet, (Remus didnât know why he had a pen there, but he didnât mention it), and wrote down a number.Â
âIgnore the front of the card, thatâs just my work information. On the back is my personal information,â Logan said, handing Remus the business card. Remus took it and stuffed it in his pocket before opening the trunk of his car and pulling out a plastic bag with a spare pair of clothes in it. He handed the bag to Logan and slammed the trunk close.Â
Logan took the bag and thanked Remus. Before he turned to go, the studied Remus for a minute, taking in every detail. Remus felt him step forward, felt Loganâs arms brush against his.Â
âMay I kiss you?â Logan asked, the words barely a whisper. Remus gently grabbed Loganâs face and pressed his lips against the otherâs. Logan made a small satisfied noise before pulling away.Â
âI guess Iâll be seeing you soon. Thank you,â Logan said, taking the bag and heading back into the mall. Janus and Patton exited the building as Logan walked away.
âWas he your soulmate?â Patton asked excitedly. Remus nodded, his mind still thinking about Logan.
âSo, all those times you said that youâre first time touching your soulmate would be during sex? You understand why that was silly?â Janus teased. Remus waved him off, knowing that heâd never hear the end of this. But right now, all he could focus on was the boy with glasses, walking away.Â
For the prompt: Intrulogical, one of them is sick, one must take care of the other
I havenât written a sickfic in ages and I forgot how cute these things were. I decided to make Remus the one taking care of Logan because I like the idea of the bastard man being soft for one(1) nerd. Iâd love to hear what you guys think, enjoy!Â
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Word Count: 3,313
Iâll Take Care of You [Intrulogical]
Logan wakes with a pounding in his head, feeling as though his body has been (figuratively) lit on fire. His hand skims over the bedsheet, something thatâs quite odd to him; he doesnât recall climbing into bed. He groans, squinting, and noticing his apparent lack of spectacles. In attempting to sit up Logan feels a pair of hands pressing him back into pillows.
âEasy there, hot stuff,â Remus. Why is Logan in bed with an ache deep in his bones, and why is Remus here? "Emphasis on the hot because youâre burning up.â
Remus, in what Logan can only assume is a moment of incredible generosity, hands him his glasses. Logan slides them over his face, looking down at his clothes to see he is not, in fact, in his normal attire but rather a pair of outer space-themed pajamas. And when he glances at Remus there isnât the usual manic look in his eyes, but rather one heâd nearly dare to call concern.
âWhat happened? Whatâs â whatâs going on?â Logan canât ignore the rawness in his throat that burns when he speaks.
âYou and I were having a conversation about the best way to kill a man without getting caught,â Remus explains casually. Yes, Logan seems to remember that to some extent. They had rattled off the ideas of poisoning as well as the many ways one can frame a murder to appear accidental, âAnd then you just plopped onto the floor like all of your bones had turned to jelly! When I touched your head I realized you were burning hot and in your fatigue, I guess you passed out cold. Yâknow, teach, for someone who argues the importance of wellness as much as you do, you really arenât practicing what you preach. When was the last time you slept? Or put some food in you?â
Logan had never thought that Remus of all people would be in a position to scold him about his life choices, and yet here he is.
âI â well, I suppose Iâm not â.â Remus cocks an eyebrow.
âyouâre not sure? Yeah, thatâs what I thought. Here, drink some water,â Remus says, handing him a glass, âGod, Roman goes on and on about your âextremist water agendaâ meanwhile youâre dehydrated as fuck.â Logan drains the glass quickly, bearing the heavy weight of Remusâs stare. As Logan attempts to untangle himself from the bedsheets Remusâs hand settles on his shoulder, pinning him in place.
âRemus â.â
âNot so fast, nerdy wolverine,â Remus says in what could almost be constituted as a scolding tone, âYouâve worked yourself into sickness and now youâre paying the price. Imagine if youâd collapsed in front of one of the others? Pattycake, for example, well he wouldâve flipped his lid, Iâm sure. Or my brother, for instance, mightâve tried to ârescue youâ into recovery. But me, not so much.â Logan lays back down, feeling fairly defeated though heâs rather distracted by the throbbing in his head.
âAnd youâre the no-nonsense type?â It seems even in sickness, Loganâs dry-wit hasnât left him. What a miracle.
âOh, Iâm all for nonsense,â Remus says with a gleeful smile before turning back to Logan, âAnd as much fun as it would be for Thomas to be without his logic for a while â which, believe me, I considered â Iâm sure the others would have my head. Oh, isnât that delightful to think about? My head on a spike oozing blood? And â and my tongue would be sticking out of my tongue like this,â Remus imitates, his tongue growing several inches longer and hanging limp against his chin. âBut seriously, knock that shit off. You canât just go passing out in front of people, you of all sides should be taking your health into consideration.â
âAnd thatâs why you put me to bed?â Logan asks, eyeing Remus as carefully as he can despite the splotches of color that cloud his vision, âBecause you were concerned about how the others would react to me being unwell?â For a moment Remus looks almost as flushed as Logan is, which the logical side finds rather odd. Remus isnât one to become easily embarrassed; sometimes Logan wonders if itâs even capable for him to become as such.
âThink of it as me paying back a favor. I mean, youâve helped me out too many times to count. Remember when you took that arrow out of my eye?â Remus asks with a laugh, âAh, good times.â
âAnd thatâs the only reason youâve decided to help me and uh, dress me?â Logan asks, glancing back down at his clothes that he doesnât recall changing into.
âWell, dressing you isnât very hard at all,â Remus says, snapping his fingers and suddenly losing every stitch of clothing. Logan covers his eyes as though itâs anything he hasnât seen before. âSee, undressed,â Remus snaps again, âdressed! Undressed, dressed. Oh, stop covering your eyes, dork, you and I both know this isnât the first time youâve seen my dick.â
Thatâs the thing. If youâd have told Logan he and Remus would someday be sleeping together regularly, he wouldâve thought such a thing was preposterous. In fact, even friendship between them was something he hadnât considered in the cards. And even so, before he understood what was going on he and Remus were cultivating a relationship.
Logan hadnât thought it at first, but as it turns out, Remus is a very good listener. Yes, he tends to drift from topic to topic on a whim, but Loganâs come to not mind that much at all. He indulges in Loganâs rants about outer space, the depths of the ocean, and the secrets that hide beneath the briny deep, the most peculiar flora and fauna that exist on the planet as well as so many other topics. He does more than put up with Loganâs interests, he encourages them. Itâs refreshing, the conversations that he and Remus have.
Remus brings out something strange in Logan, an impulsion he wasnât aware he was even capable of. Remus is crude and reckless and all over the place, but Loganâs become endeared to him in more ways heâd ever imagined possible. It was out of this impulsion that Remus prompts in him so that Logan kissed the intrusive side several months ago. In the past, heâd never dare to do something so messy and feelings-y, but after spending as much time as he had with Remus as well as the emotions surrounding him, for one of the first times in his existence Logan allowed himself to let loose.
Their relationship was initially driven by lust, but it took very little time for things to deepen. It had been one thing for Logan to enjoy spending time with Remus, but now he looked forward to it every chance he got, his face betraying his stoic nature in a smile every time Remus entered the room. Before long, Remus was using the word boyfriend and Logan was accepting it.
The thought that heâs worried his partner, even in the state of near delusion heâs in, crosses his mind.
âMâ sorry for worrying you,â Logan says, his voice slurring slightly as though heâs intoxicated. Remus sighs, kneeling beside Logan and pushing aside his bangs that are plastered with sweat to his forehead. Remus has only ever seen Logan so disheveled during sex, and heâs certainly never seen him so weak.
âWho says I was worried?â Remus asks as though his tone of voice hasnât already betrayed it, âOkay, fine. Maybe I was a little worried, fucking sue me.â
âYouâre taking care of me,â Logan notes dizzily, leaning into Remusâs touch as he runs a hand through his messy hair, âThatâs nice.â
âShit, Lo, youâre loopier than I thought,â Remus musses, seeing the far-off look in his boyfriendâs eyes, âHowâs your head?â
âIt hurts.â Remus is fairly sure this is the first time heâs ever heard logic whine, and heâd be a damn liar if he said it isnât kind of adorable.
âOkay, okay, Iâll get you some medicine,â Remus says, getting up to leave before feeling Loganâs clammy hand clamp down on his wrist.
âLogan?â
âDonât leave,â Loganâs voice comes out weak and sad, âPlease donât leave.â Itâs almost too much to handle, the sentimentality to Loganâs words as well as the almost juvenile desire for him to stay by his side as if something horrible will become of him if Remus leaves. Thereâs no way Loganâs going to believe any of this transpired once his head is clear again. Remus really should be filming this.
âAw, Lolo, stop being so cute for a second, okay? I need to go get you some medicine and something to eat.â
âStrange, I donât see a tie on you at the moment.â Logan huffs. âJust stay there for a second, okay? Iâll get you some medicine, itâll make you feel better.â Remus canât recall the last time he acted so civilly. âTaking careâ of others really isnât his thing, destruction and utter chaos is. If any of the others were ill, he doesnât think heâd be acting the way he is, so put together and fucking caring, it almost makes him sick to think about. But Logan isnât anybody else, heâs his boyfriend whoâs overworked himself to the point of delusion and maybe heâs being a tad bit protective, but the idea of someone else taking care of Logan leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Just because heâs Remus doesnât mean heâs any less capable of doing so, or at least thatâs what heâs telling himself.
Remus comes back with the medicine and has to spend several minutes convincing Logan to take it; who knew he was such a bad patient? He sits with him a while listening to Logan spout almost as much nonsense that Remus usually does before Logan drifts off again.
âDonât worry,â Remus whispers, pressing a kiss to Loganâs temple, âIâll take care of you, dork.â
Itâs a stupidly heartfelt thing to say, especially when Logan is clearly asleep, but it just seems to slip out. Remus slinks out of the room as quietly as he can, shutting the door behind him gently rather than slamming it like he usually does before wandering into the kitchen.
Remus is surprised to find Patton humming tunelessly as he stirs a pot of soup.
âOh! Hiya Remus,â Patton says when he catches sight of him, looking a little startled in his presence. Even so, Remus has been hanging around the light sides a lot more, especially since Janus got accepted by Thomas, so Pattonâs had some time to get a bit more used to him.
âHi, Pattycake,â Remus greets, âWhatcha making? It smells good.â
âChicken noodle soup,â he replies matter-of-factly, âItâs for Logan.â Remus quirks an eyebrow. Thatâs what Remus was about to attempt to make himself, but this smells homemade.
âHowâd you know he was sick?â
âOh, a dad has a way of knowing when his kiddos arenât doing so hot,â Patton replies cryptically, âI also noticed Logan seemed a little off earlier. Howâs he doing?â Remus pulls himself onto the kitchen counter, swinging his legs.
âNot fan-fucking-tastic,â Remus notes the way Patton bites his lip at that, probably about to scold him for his âpotty mouth,â âIâve told that nerd a billion gazillion times that he needs to take better care of himself. I swear heâs so wrapped up in looking after the rest of you I think he forgets about himself.â Patton hums thoughtfully.
âYou really care about him, donât you?â Remus blinks, the back and forth motion of his legs ceasing.
âHuh?â Patton smiles.
âIâve heard the way Logan talks about you. I donât even think he realizes how sweet he sounds when heâs saying it, about the conversations you two have and the experiments you do together. You make him awfully happy, you know that?â
Remus wants to play off the shock the statement has provoked. He wants to grin manically and talk about butts, or Jeffrey Dahmer, or anything else other than the warmth that blooms in the cavity in his chest where he believed a heart wasnât present. But he canât.
âLogan talks about me?â Patton laughs like Remus has just asked the most absurd question.
âWell of course he does, silly! Youâre his boyfriend, arenât ya?â
âI â uh â yeah. Yeah, I am. I didnât know you knew that, though?â It comes out as a question. Heâs never mentioned it to anyone except Janus, thinking that Logan wouldnât want to tell the others.
âYeah, Janus told me about it.â Remusâs jaw slackens. âOh dear, was I not supposed to know that?â
âI mean, itâs not a secret, I guess. Iâm just kind of surprised Double D would tell you.â
âWell, Iâm sure I wouldâve figured it out, either way, the way you two look at each other is so gosh darn cute! Janny just mentioned it in passing, really.â Remus narrows his eyes at Patton.
âJanny? Thereâs no way in hell Janus would let anyone call him that.â Patton flushes at that.
âYou should hear the other things he lets me call himâŠâ Remus slaps a hand over his mouth.
âHoly balls! Are you and Jan-the-man fucking?â Pattonâs blush deepens as he turns the oven off and gets a bowl out of the cupboard.
âWell, looks like the soupâs ready! Better take some to Logan before it gets cold!â Remus hops off the counter with as much grace, taking the bowl from Pattonâs hands and eyeing him suspiciously.
âThis is not the end of this conversation,â he says, not missing the way Pattonâs Adamâs apple bobs in a gulp, âI gotta admit, Iâm kinda surprised youâre letting me take care of the nerd. I would think youâd jump at the chance to play nurse.â Patton shrugs.
âWell, I wouldnât want to encroach on your time with him. I know you and I have had our disagreements,â Remus bites back to urge to say a very Roman-esque âUH understatement much!â, âBut I also know you care a lot about Logan. And you also-also know that if anything bad ever happened to him that I would be very, very upset with you,â Patton flashes a demented smile clearly meant to intimidate Remus and he can certainly respect that. The smile fades back to his normal cheery nature as quickly as it appeared, âNow, get going and make him feel a Pat-ton better, okay kiddo?â Remus snorts at the silly name pun, taking a spoon from the drawer before taking the bowl down the hall.
âSee ya around, Daddio.â Remus decides heâs going to have to kick Janusâs ass for not telling him about him and Patton. More so, though, Remusâs mind is occupied by the fact that Logan has spoken about him fondly and that Patton claimed that their affection for one another was obvious. To some extent, Remus had been under the assumption that Logan wouldnât want to mention their relationship at all.
Remus opens the door slowly, balancing the bowl in his elbow as he finds Logan blinking awake at him. As much as heâd wanted to let Logan sleep, he isnât sure the last time heâs had anything to eat.
âRemus?â
âIâm right here,â Remus says setting the bowl down on the bedside table and kneeling beside Loganâs bed, âI brought you some soup.â Logan squints, reaching for his glasses again and putting them back on.
âHuh?â
âPatton made you some, LoLo. Pops said he had a hunch you werenât doing so hot. Heâs a real smart cookie when it comes to taking care of you all, huh?â Logan scrunches up his face.
âI donât want any.â Remus lets out an exasperated sigh.
âOh come on, dorkalicious. You need to eat something, and itâll be good for you.â
âSays the guy who regularly consumes deodorant.â
âHey, thatâs unrelated. Iâm not the one who let myself get into such rough shape. Now be a good boy and eat your fucking chicken-noodle-soup.â Logan groans as Remus blows on a spoonful of soup and brings it towards Loganâs mouth. Logan sighs, opening his mouth and sighing around the spoon as he swallows a mouthful.
âHungry, arenât you?â Logan fails to reply, sitting up and placing the bowl in his lap. Remus watches as Logan devours the soup at record speed, draining the bowl in a few minutes. Remus chuckles, setting the bowl aside and seeing the way Loganâs eyes begin to droop again.
âYou left me,â Logan pouts childishly, earning another laugh from his boyfriend.
âYou fell asleep, babe,â Remus chides, âAnd I needed to get you something to eat. I never thought youâd be such a brat when youâre sick.â Logan sags back into the pillows as Remus pets his hair again.
âMâ not a brat,â Logan mumbles sleepily.
"Oh of course you arenât. Youâre just my difficult little shithead boyfriend. But a brat? Youâd never dare be such a thing.â Logan makes a noncommittal noise before muttering something that sounds vaguely like âCome here.â
âWhat was that?â Logan sighs.
âCome here,â Logan repeats more clearly. âI want you to hold me.â Remus could scratch his own eyes out Logan is being so cute! His boyfriend is always so formal and presentable, which is nothing that Remus particularly minds, but this behavior is so out of character itâs kind of a lot to process. Logan seldom asks for cuddles, even when he wants them, so this direct neediness comes as a surprise.
âFine, but only because youâre ailing,â Remus says dramatically as if he doesnât always jump at the chance to cuddle with his boyfriend. Logan relaxes against Remus, throwing his arms around him loosely and snuggling into his shoulder. Loganâs skin is still clearly flushed, but his fever seems to be going down.
âAre you feeling any better?â Remus asks, his voice conveying more worry than he intends to express.
âA bit,â Logan mutters, âThanks for looking after me.â
âSure thing, dork. I mean, someone had to do it.â
âYes, but you didnât have to. Youâre good, Rem. Really good.â Remus smiles, pressing a kiss to Loganâs cheek.
âYouâre such a fucking sap when youâre delirious, itâs too cute.â Logan ignores that, his eyes fluttering closed.
âI love you, Remus.â Remus feels his heartrate spike as Loganâs grip around him tightens slightly. Remus knew that he and Logan share some very mushy, gushy feelings, but Logan loves him? Genuinely, truly loves him? For some time now heâs been trying to ignore the true depth of his feelings for Logan, not wanting to endanger a good thing, but now it looks like he doesnât have to. Granted, Loganâs admitted these feelings in a state of delusion, but Remus doesnât believe it to be any less true. If Patton says he sees their chemistry and Loganâs been as clingy as he has been, then heâs gonna choose to believe it.
âI love you too,â he says softly, far gentler than heâd ever imagined the admission would be â not that he really thought heâd ever get the opportunity to tell him in the first place. âIâm crazy about you, Lo.â
âDonât let me go,â Logan says lethargically, half-asleep already, âI donât wanna wake up to you being gone.â
âOkay, nerd,â Remus says, his heart â yes, heâs concluded that heâs got a heart somewhere in his chest, considering how soft Loganâs made him feel today â overflowing with love, âIâll stay. Iâm not going anywhere.â
âThat will be satisfactory,â Logan mumbles before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Remus lies awake in Loganâs arms, thinking of how not long-ago Logan had considered himself completely emotionless and he had thought of himself as void of the capability for affection or love. Remus has never been so glad to be proven wrong.
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So, there are a lot of Dark Side Romans out and about in the fandom. Pride, Lust, Apathy, Wrath, Envy, Self-Hatred, and more!
What if they were all in the same place, doing crimes?Â
Idea!
Roman is currently doubting his heroism, good person-ness, and usefulness to Thomas
What if he found out what split him and Remus, and decided to try it again in the hopes of becoming a hero once more?
Of course, something went terribly wrong, and Roman was split in not two, but seven pieces.
Now, in order to get their friend back, the Sanders sides must reunite the sides of Roman. Problem: Some of them are hostile, some of them are good hiders, and some donât want to go back.
I picrewed the concepts for the sides. I didnât draw these. My art skills are such that everything I draw looks like a potato.Â
Pride!
Lust! ( @meowthefluffy has a great AU about this concept) (Sadly, barely any elements of that characterâs design were in this picrew)
Apathy!
Wrath!
Envy!
Self-Hatred!
And the original Roman after all of this splitting.
Hereâs the link to the picrew: PICREW
There will be Analogince, with some Moceit on the side
Word count: a little under 1.7k words (bonus: 730 words)
Parings: Prinxiety, background moceit and intrulogical
Warnings: just one I think. Which is mentioned homophobia. But also cursing if you count âwhat the hellâ as one. But let me know if thereâs anything else
Note: hey! So this was inspired by @count-woe-laf âs idea of roman and Virgil working at a vintage cafe and just being gay with one another. I meant for it to be a quick little story, but I uh may have wrote a bit more than expected... also I wrote a bit of part 2, and figured I might as well include that too as a bonus. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this! Itâs my first ever fic Iâve written, so itâs not perfect, but hopefully it will still be good. Enjoy!
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âAlright Iâm heading outâ George declared while fiddling with the last button of his heavy coat, âmake sure you close up the shopâ
George strode over to the door, hand on the handle but paused looking back at the two, with a sudden looked fury, eyebrows burrow and mouth in a twisted frown with a cold stare that could kill, âand if I return finding a single object broken or a spec of grime on my establishment, Iâll kick ya out the door with no hesitation.â He spat.
And as quickly as it appeared, his frown turned into a sickly smile and Georgeâs face instantly brightened, quite an unnatural and nerving quirk of his that roman has yet to get used to, âhave a fantastic evening boys! And donât take any wooden nickels!â George called back while pushing the door open, the wave of icy air flowing inside then quickly disappearing as the door closed shut from behind him.
Roman looked over to Virgil who shivered violently âIs that from the weather, or George?â roman asked amused as Virgil scrunched up his nose and grimaced âbothâ
Roman chuckled a bit at the response, as he himself felt the same edging nerves.
âHe just gives me the creeps...â Virgil mumbled
âHey at least heâs letting us host a movie nightâ
Virgil shrugged âyeah I guessâ and stood up from leaning on the counter and walked over to the empty tables âcome on help me stack up the chairsâ
Roman nodded In response and look around the room with a pleasant smile. He always adored the look of the cafe, since it resembled the charming architecture of New Orleans quite a bit, but it looked even better when closing up for the day. The golden evening sun shone through the glass onto the light spring green of the walls, reflecting off of black and white photos and signed records scattered across the wall. it gave the accents made of dark wood framing the corners and ceilings a warm and tender graze too. He looked outside as the winter wind blew a few left over autum leaves into the streets as the occasional car came rushing by. roman sighed with a smile, feeling content with the calming atmosphere around him.
âRoman?â Virgil called back
Roman snapped back to reality âhuh? oh right, sorryâ And he promptly set to work, picking up a wooden chair from the near by table and setting it upside down on the table, as Virgil did the same across the room.
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Despite his dislike for their boss, who in which Virgil often speculates to be a murder in hiding, Virgil actually enjoyed working at the vintage cafe. Well, the actual working part where he had to talk to customers wasnât that particularly fun, but he enjoyed being there with roman. Roman always has infuriated him since day one, with roman singing any and every Disney song just to annoy Virgil (only for him to be humming it the very next day under his breath) ,or his insistence of being extremely extra any chance he got, he still somehow ended up being good friends with the insufferable good hearted idiot that is his coworker, not to mention have the same group of friends as him.
After the last chair was put up, Virgil sighed and walked over to said-idiot who was sitting at the counter. He looked up from his phone when Virgil sat down next to him. âSo what movies did you bring to choose from?â
Roman perked up at this, âoh! hold on let me go get them!â He rushed to the back room and came out a moment later with a giant box filled with many many CDâs and set it on the counter, âbefore I left this morning I made sure to bring my fabulous collection of Disney movies, and a couple of other stuffâ roman explained proudly,
Virgil looked at the box on the counter and then looked over to roman with a incredulous look on his face, eyebrows raised.
âWhat? I couldnât possibly choose between any of my darling babies!â Virgil just rolled his eyes in response, trying to smother the fond smile peaking at his the corners of his mouth. After a brief moment, he looked back to roman who was smiling... at him for some reason. â...What?â Virgil asked smirking back at roman unable to hide his own smile anymore.
âItâs nothing I just...â roman doesnât finish and seems to be spacing out again, a habit virgil has learned he does quite often, but heâs staring at virgil with a look of what he can only describe as admiration at the very least.
Romanâs jade green eyes are gleaming softly as heâs looking at him reminding virgil of candle light and the evening sun shines on his face making his small smile even brighter. Roman suddenly shakes his head dragging himself out of his thoughts, âSorry, I- uh spaced out there for a second,â Roman cleared his throat, and started busying himself with taking the CDâs out of the box.
âItâs okâ Virgil responded and looked down at the floor. Then he glances back up a roman and He notices a single lonely strand of hair falling down on his forehead, out of place from the rest of romanâs bronze curls and waves on his head. Without thinking Virgil leans forward and raises his hand and starts playing with the loose strand, twirling it and wrapping his finger around it
âitâs kinda funny sometimes to see you space out anyways, you always have that stupidly cute smile on your face whenever you do,â Virgil mumbled under his breath still smirking, then glances down to romanâs flushed freckled face and-
OHGODWHATDIDHEJUSTDO
wait- WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?
The sudden sound of the door opening followed by the wave of icy air against Virgilâs now heated face caused him to draw his attention away from the moment and instead to the man in the doorway, who worked at the family-owned library across the street. âOh h-hey specs!â The flustered expression on romanâs face had turned into an awkward smile, face still pink.
Virgil cleared his throat uncomfortably, â...didnât you have something to do with the debate team today?â He asked
Logan, observing the odd tension between the two but saying nothing of it, took off his heavy coat and hanged it up on the coatrack. âit was cancelled do to Mr. Wells catching the flu, and Janus who was planning to take me to the meeting, apparently has a cold due to the weatherâ
Virgil snorted and rolled his eyes âyeah like heâs not just faking itâ
âPerhaps, remus has mentioned to me accounts of the past where Janus had successfully faked an illnessâ Logan considered, âbut I highly doubt he can convince Pattonâ Logan strode over to the box eyebrow raised, âRoman, did you bring your entire library of Disney movies?â
Virgil respond before roman opened his mouth âyep.â Behind him, he heard romanâs offended stuttering.
âTheyâre not all Disney! I have other movies than just that, like-â roman looked down and searched through the box âsee? Like princess bride! Among other things!â
Logan sighed and took the box and carefully dumped it on the counter and began shuffling through them. Once again, came the sound of door opening followed by the wave of icy air that made them all shiver slightly.
âSorry Iâm late you guys!â Patton stood in front of the door taking off his scarf and cap, âJanus seemed to have a cold and I couldnât have possibly left him there like that until I made him cream of broccoli... though i didnât have time to make sure he was sick, but he didnât seem like he was faking itâ
Virgil saw roman make a gagging face at the mention of âcream of broccoliâ and kicked him playfully under the counter to get him to stop before Patton saw. Roman pouted and mouthed a little âHEYâ and kicked Virgil back. Which Virgil ignored him as he said,â itâs fine Pattonâ then turned to kick roman again, which prompted a kicking war as they both attempted to kick and deflect the other.
Logan rolled his eyes at the nonsense and turned to Patton,â well conveniently, you came in just in time. we were just in the middle of selecting what movie to watchâ
âOh, great!â Patton cheerfully walked over to the movies displayed as Logan explained, âRoman predictably brought an abundance of Disney movies, but of course in case one of us disagrees, Iâve separated the non-Disney produced films into this group hereâ Patton nodded and looked over all the selections, wall-e... sleeping beauty... Harry Potter...
âWait roman you have Greece?!â Patton gasped and picked up the CD.
âHuh?â Roman turned from Virgil mid-kick.
âGreece!â Patton held up the cd, âI didnât know you watched it!â
Roman, with a look of confusion for a moment, suddenly made the connection,â oh! that mustâve gotten mixed up with my collection of movies I took with me when I moved out with my step-dad, I think that may be my momâs. Sorry padreâ
Patton gasped again, âwhat? You havenât seen Greece?!â
âWhatâs âgreeceâ?â Logan questioned
âOh my goodness! Have none of you guys seen it?!â
Logan and Virgil shook their heads, âI mean I think I saw my mom watch it once or twice but I donât have a good memory of itâ Roman shrugged
âOk, thatâs it. Weâre watching Greece. You guys have to watch it!â Patton announced, despite the unsure looks of the rest, âDonât worry! Itâs a really fun and cheesy! So we can make fun of it! Thatâs what me and my aunt used to do all the time when i was younger!â
Logan looked to roman and Virgil,â do we all agree on watching Greece then?â
Roman shrugged, âsure!â followed by Virgil nodding,â yeah I guessâ
Patton brightened, âyay! And donât worry, Iâm sure guys will enjoy it!â
Bonus:
âHave a wonderful evening Ms.Garcia!â Roman called to the exiting woman, who said nothing while looking down at her phone, but then waved a few seconds later, eyes still strained to the screen and left.
âRude.â Roman mumbled, followed by a small snort he heard coming from his stormy knight in black leather beside him.
âyeah at least you didnât have to deal with her order,â virgil grumbled, âwhere were you anyways? I thought weâd agreed to handle that homophobic prick together,â
âI was cleaning the sink!â Roman argued
Virgil eyed him, âit doesnât take that long to clean the sink,â
âOk fine, so I may have took my time with it..â
âPrincey, really?!â
âIâm sorry! Look, I-â roman wanted to say anything but the stupid truth that what he was actually doing was texting Remus for help on how he could smoothly ask the dreaded emo out.
As suspected, his suggestions were either too difficult to pull off, or inappropriate for freshman in high school like themselves. âWhat did you do to get Logan to go out with you?â He remembered asking, âuhhhh I think I just asked him to do something with me that peeked his interest, like the first time we dissected a bunny-â roman refused to read the rest of the message from there on. Something that peaked his interests...
âHow about this... if I let you choose a movie for us to watch together like a movie night of sorts, will you forgive me?â Roman suggested.
âMmm...â
âPlease my chemically imbalanced romance???,â roman pleaded, hoping the reference will help win him over.
âUgh ok fine. Next weekend, Friday night. Ok?â
Roman brightened, âits a date then.â Roman agreed proudly. Virgil raised his eyebrows, oh god-, âlike, you know, a friend date... with friends. Well, if you want to invite the othersâ please say no, please say no-
âYeah that would be fun, let me text the group chat to see if anyone can make it,â
WAIT NO-
âOk Logan and Janus apperently have an after school thing... Remus said he was busy.... oh cool Patton said he could make itâ GAUH- WHY?!
âSounds great!â Roman forced a smile. Maybe it wouldnt be that bad.. right?
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Itâs bad. Itâs so so bad. Heâs screwed. After excusing himself from the group to head to the bathroom, roman was finally able to think back and comprehend those few moments previous to Loganâs entry. Roman quickly shut the door behind him and leaned against. He took a deep breath and slid down to the floor, with a dopey grin on his face. It all happened to fast, Roman couldnât help but notice the small shy smile coming from him, god it was so adorable. Suddenly Virgil looked over and caught the look roman gave him. Usually, roman would have covered it up, made a quick excuse, and he was in the middle of already doing so. But that gosh darn golden evening sun poked out of the clouds at the worse time possible. And roman was unable to think of anymore thoughts other than how incredibly breathtaking Virgil looked. The sunshine on his hair made it look so soft and messy and unkempt, his bangs failing to hide the absolute treasure that is his eyes. His eyes reflected the light, showing the streaks around his iris light up like brash elegant lightning. But even without the dramatic lighting, Roman has to admit his smile was absolutely the cutest thing about him, wide and joyful and just so full of pure happiness, rare enough to where anyone who was able to witness it mustâve considered themselves the luckiest human being on earth. Till he snapped out of it. He apologised, trying to act busy with moving cd cases around, but before he could even began cursing himself, Virgil leaned in closer to roman, which in fact has been the closest heâs ever been to him. Roman turned his head towards him, and the image of Virgilâs stupid gorgeous smirking face inches away from his, dark eyes filled with lightning, looking slightly above romanâs line of sight WHILE TOYING WITH A LOOSE STRAND OF HIS HAIR, is stuck in his mind on loop forever and forever. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the memory, he was saying something, wasnât he? What did he say??
Summary: Remus wants to be accepted by all the sides. No matter how much he enjoys playing the villain he still wants acceptance. Virgil is just trying to help with his attempts. They both canât help connecting Remus to fairytale roles just very different roles
Warnings: ducking out, being ignored, pining (sort of), religious references
Background ship: Mociet
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Remus watched a lot more than he acted. He was Thomasâs intrusive thoughts and his creativity, but both those roles only surfaced uses occasionally. In fact he had to watch a lot because he sometimes functioned more like a fire alarm than anything else.
When there were multiple sides all struggling at the same time Remus would start yelling, start flinging ideas from his side of creativity out into Thomasâs mind. Sometimes heâd end up sat giggling in the corner as Roman flustered and tried to figure out what the idea he was being thanked for actually was. It was always gratifying to see his job as Creativity get praise even if Thomas had a fairly unhealthy mindset that only useable ideas could come from Roman and not Remus.
Still, because he just watched so much of the time he wasnât actively disrupting things to try and get one of the others feeling better he did end up essentially being a villain in the mind space, or one of the Dark Sides as Roman had called them when Thomas finally picked up that there might be more sides of him than he originally thought.
It was always a fun role to play since it worked with the intrusive thoughts he had to bring up when things got bad. There was only one problem with it though.
If you play a villain sooner or later it will cause you pain, whether or not it began as your choice. The words start to cut too deep and youâre too far into the role to stop them without it being seen as more banter or fulfilling the role even further.
The only quick way Remus had seen to escape the role at that point is with dramatics and if Remus knew anything it was witnessing dramatics. Now he just needed to copy everything his brother was known for doing.
Easy.
If only.
He tried ducking out originally, copying Virgil since he was the side Remus adored watching the most.That way hopefully someone would notice and come to find him, finally acknowledge the good that Remus does.
Except Logan had already acknowledged the good of his role, and how it impacted the others. Heâd even pointed out the causes behind Remusâs growing and shrinking prominence to Thomas.
Virgil was the only one to notice, appearing on his bed and laying down. Remus didnât react when he felt the other side appear in his room, already entirely focused on ducking out. That was before Virgil started speaking.
âI wonder if you have notebooks in here of everything youâve watched happening. I know Logan and Roman would do that. Write their observations or grand stories of each day in journals and save them. Probably even reflect over what different actions suggest about the situations.â Virgil was already addressing Remus as though he was there, but was just staring at the ceiling as he carried on musing.
âSomehow that doesnât seem like your style. Youâve been doing the watching thing for far longer than can be recorded in the books I can see on your shelves, most of which are more likely to be sketchbooks anyway
âCome find me if you want to share anything interesting you watch though. I could help if you need to sound a concern over something.â He hadnât stayed long, and almost as soon as Remus was about to pull himself back into his role again Virgil was getting up to leave.
There was one last glance at the room before Virgil left with the words, âIâve grown used to your stares. I hope they arenât over.â
Being dramatic by ducking out obviously was not easy.
Remus next thought to play along with the religious films heâd been introduced surrounding, dramatically pray for forgiveness in the middle of the common space, wailing and bemoaning all his wrongs and how sorry he was for them.
âGo to a monastery if youâre going to insist on piety, Remus. Weâre exercising self-care tonight not self punishment.â Janus dismissed him, glaring through a facemask.
Beside him, Patton had curled up a little more, biting his lip and looking to Janus for guidance apparently. âSurely we can listen to his apologies and let him calm down with us.â He suggested tentatively.
Janus just shook his head. âRemus goes through phases like this every so often. Heâll work through it if you ignore him for long enough.â
âAnd usually gets one of us the help we need at the same time as that.â Virgil hissed, having gone unnoticed as he came down the stairs since Remus had carried on praying loudly while the pair tried to dismiss or ignore him. âI think this time Iâll listen to him, but since youâre having a selfish night taking over our commons, weâll talk in the kitchen.â
The suggestion was enough for Remus to latch onto Virgil, clinging to him like a koala as he went into the kitchen, still keeping up the pleas for forgiveness until he was placed on a counter top.
âIf I say youâre forgiven is it going to matter?â Virgil smirked a little, glancing back through to where Logan and Roman had popped downstairs to check if everything was okay still.
âAm I going to be the villain forever?â Remus shook his head, asking his own question. He knew that Virgil accepted him now, the times heâd been watching since trying to duck out had revealed that much. That didnât help him get accepted by everyone though, especially when he was realising more and more that the âacceptanceâ heâd thought he had from Janus was more like being ignored or dismissed.
He wasnât expecting Virgil to peer curiously at him before beginning to scheme silently a little.
âNo, youâre just trying to play the role of a villain wanting to be redeemed when really thatâs not where youâd fit in a fairytale. Iâll see if I can do something to help.â Virgil decided after a while of thinking, offering a one armed hug before he headed out of the kitchen. âJust remember if Roman invites you to something this week, Iâd suggest you accept it. Accept it for me?â
Remus just cheers an agreement, exaggerating the joy at having some help. He wasnât sure his next idea would be very successful in anything other than making him more hated.
The invite from Roman came only a couple of days later, before Remus had decided on carrying out any more attempts to be accepted. He wasnât sure just how heâd be accepted by the other sides because of a ball, apparently to find a noble prince of the imagination realm a suitor, but if it was what Virgil asked for of course he was going to do it.
Of course he still had to break the rules a little. The invite specifically insisted on formal wear, and Roman had not so graciously said that his usual uniform would be perfectly suitable for it. Just because of those facts he was going to go in the mess clothes he kept for painting or sculpting or well any creatively messy activity heâd encountered so far.
That didnât stop the creations in the imagination from letting him into the ball, although it did have Roman immediately trying to make a beeline for him upon entrance. He was interested in how that conversation might have gone down actually, but the music turning into an introductory tune and lights being directed towards the balcony opposite the entrance heâd come though stopped everyone to turn to it.
Remus did slide down the bannister to join the crowd waiting as the doors behind the balcony opened, trying to make sure there was plenty of a crowd between him and his brother. Only then did he look back up at the spotlight on the balcony.
There stood Virgil, clearly dressed by Roman if the outfit was anything to go by. To one side of him was an imagination resident, holding a scroll up. âIntroducing Prince Virgil of the Thomasphere! The Kingdom greets all our honoured guests and noble subjects to Prince Virgilâs suitor ball.â They proclaimed, bowing and stepping back to the door with a bow.
Virgil meanwhile had been scanning through the crowd, Remus wasnât quite sure who for, but as soon as Virgilâs eyes met his the other was trying to hold in snickers. âKind subjects, I will not hold your hopes up for the duration of the evening. I have already decided who I would like to be my suitor, if he will accept.â He announced, and suddenly Remus had to know where each of the other Sides were in the hall, having only located Roman and Virgil so far. He almost missed Virgil adding âI shall go an ask for his hand first before announcing his name to you all.â
It was easy to locate Janus and Patton, both stood near the band that was set up to one side of the people, just below the balcony. Logan was harder to spot, dressed in more blues than he usually would and blending in among the brightly coloured pageantry. Remus finally spotted him near the base of one set of steps from the balcony, and easily traced the staircase up, now expecting Virgil to be heading down them towards Logan.
Instead Virgil wasnât headed towards any of the others, all located closer to the opposite set of stairs to the one he was coming down. The closest stairscase to Remus actually and that was the first clue to what Virgil hoped to happen that evening he got.
He didnât have any time to try and figure out further clues though because Virgil was stood in front of him, letting out a breathy laugh. âDo I have to be fairy godmother and prince charming all at once for you?â Virgil asked, looking Remus up and down once more. âYouâre much better at manipulating outfits than I am.â
âIf youâre saying my outfit isnât good enough for this event then itâs only fair youâre the one who changes it.â Remus suggested, throwing a wink his way and still bewildered over being Virgilâs choice. âDoes this mean I can kiss and bite at your skin? That weâre dating and I can cling on to you as much as I want to?â The questions couldnât be held back now Remus had started speaking, however much he wanted to hold onto the moment.
Virgil just nodded to all the questions, falling silent as he concentrated on Remus and his outfit. The transformation came gradually, the paint splatters growing along his arms into stripes, stains from clay dust expanding into a jacket and all slowly merging to shades of greens and browns until Remus was stood in the suit of a Tudor farmer. Perhaps the outfit still wasnât the level of nobility a royal ball would require but Remus adored it.
âPerhaps no biting unless weâre in private, but yes, we can start dating now.â Virgil was the one to break the silence that fell between them while they took in the outfit. âBut first you might want to greet my subjects and just look at the expressions of the others.â
The quiet whisper made Remus turn, spotting Roman looking over at them proudly. Janus and Patton were having a hushed conversation between them, starting off with frowns although by the time they met his eyes they were grinning again, nodding in what seemed to be approval. Logan was the most surprising to Remus, he was watching them with a calculating gaze.
Virgil spotted that at the same time as him, beginning to snicker. âYou might watch us all the time but Logan always seems to pay little attention until something big happens and then he has to analyse everything leading up to it and try to figure out if he should have predicted a situation would occur.â
âEnough of that, Iâve got peasants to traumatise.â Remus just cackled, brushing the comment off for now and dragging Virgil up the stairs, all the bounce heâd usually use to alarm people going into his excitement at having Virgil for himself now.