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Fandom: Sanders Sides
Characters: Logan, Virgil
Rating: Teen & up
Relationships: Analogical
Warnings: None, just lots of fluff
Word count: 2017
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Summary: Logan is pretty sure he’s picked the best anniversary gift for his husband. Only one way to find out.
Notes: Day 2 of @analogicalweek 2022, prompt “confession”! Takes place on Analogical’s 1st anniversary.
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“I’m home,” Logan called, a wide grin on his face as he opened the door.
The door of the closet-turned-office slammed open, and Virgil skidded into the living room in his sock feet seconds later. “Hi,” he said breathlessly, hurrying over to Logan’s open arms.
Logan kissed his husband soundly, wrapping his arms around Virgil and swaying gently. “Happy anniversary,” he said as they broke apart, resting his forehead against Virgil’s and gazing into his eyes. They’d said it in the morning, of course, but he was home for the day now and it bore repeating.
“Mm, happy anniversary,” Virgil said, smiling and closing his eyes. “You’re home so early.”
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Characters: Logan, Virgil, background Remus, Janus, Roman, and Patton
Rating: Teen & up
Relationships: Analogical, background Dukeceit, very background Royality
Warnings: Suggestiveness and some sex mentions/implied sex, almost all about background characters. (i apologize so much for literally everything remus says and does in this fic. in my defense (/hj) i firmly believe dukeceit are just Like That about each other all the time.)
Word count: 2236
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Summary: A chaotic group sleepover in senior year of college winds down into soft cuddles and talk of the future. It’s a scary topic, but Virgil thinks that Logan is maybe the best person he could possibly be having this conversation with.
Notes: Day 6 of @analogicalweek 2022! This is for the prompt “dark.” Takes place in spring of the senior year of college.
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It was well after three in the morning, and the six of them had all thoroughly tired themselves out. Patton had been yawning and scrubbing at his eyes for a good twenty minutes now. Janus and Remus were probably the most awake out of any of them, but only because the pair of them had been making out on and off all evening, and had used it as an excuse to get steadily more and more handsy with each other as the night deepened; they were to a point that was frankly indecent by now, even in the darkened room lit only by the glow of the television. The popcorn had all been eaten down to the very last dregs, Roman had made and downed three whole cups of bedtime tea over the span of the last hour, and everyone’s dishes had all begun migrating in the direction of the sink instead of getting refilled with yet more junk food. All in all, things were clearly winding down.
Virgil reached for the remote and shut off the TV. “Okay, everyone. Bedtime. Executive decision,” he declared. He gently shook Logan and pressed a kiss to his forehead, rousing him from where he’d been dozing on and off with his head on Virgil’s shoulder.
“Oh, good,” Patton commented sleepily, picking himself up off the floor and wrapping his big fluffy blanket around his tiny self, promptly getting lost in it, only his dark curls and round glasses peeking out to show where he was in the sea of puffy pale pink material. “Bedtime,” he repeated to himself.
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Characters: Logan, Virgil, background all-the-other-Sides
Rating: Teen & up
Relationships: Analogical, background Intrualiceit
Warnings: None, just lots of fluff
Word count: 2017
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Summary: Logan has a question.
Notes: Day 7 of @analogicalweek 2022! Takes place about 6 months before Analogical’s marriage.
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Logan breathed deeply, doing his best to calm the jittery squirming his stomach had kept up nonstop for the last seventy-three minutes. It was fine. It would be fine. Better than fine, in fact. He had a plan, and he knew Virgil liked the plan, and Remus had smuggled his camera in his bag without Virgil noticing, and the evening had gone wonderfully so far.
But nothing would ever be the same after this.
(It would be better after this, he assured himself once again. It would be amazing, he had full confidence in that. But even an overwhelmingly wonderful, positive change was still a change—and a big change at that, a life-altering one. He could hardly help but be nervous, even though he was excited for this moment.)
Summary: A rainy night and a secret rendezvous in the castle library is the only time Virgil can seem to get alone with Logan, and while those moments were rare, he was going to enjoy them while he can.
Another entry for @analogicalweek Day 4 - AU and Day 5 - Rain/Library
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Thunder cracked loudly outside the large bay windows, rain pelting against the glass. Virgil watched it idly, gaze sweeping along outside, watching as lights flickered out one by one before everything went dark. Anticipation twisted in his chest and he stood, wrapping himself up in a dark cloak, grabbing a lantern on his way out of his room. It took only a second for him to light it, and he was off down the quiet halls.
When he was younger, rainy nights like this meant he would be snuggled up nice and warm in his bed, the sounds soothing to him and easing him into a peaceful sleep. Now, it provided the perfect cover for him to sneak around well past the time he should have been asleep, his feet carrying him along a familiar path to the castle’s rather large library. He didn’t hesitate to slip inside past the heavy door, taking a moment to make sure it closed silently behind him, before making his way to the far corner to an isolated reading nook.
He just turned past the last bookcase when arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against a strong chest. Virgil let out a sigh of content, relaxing in the embrace. He enjoyed it for a few seconds longer before he turned to fully face the other. “Logan…” he breathed out, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
A hand lifted to gently cup Virgil’s cheek, fondness shining out of a warm gaze. “My Prince.”
Virgil’s chin was angled up and a gentle kiss was pressed to his lips. The sound of wind and rain was picking up outside, but here, in Logan’s embrace, Virgil was warm. He hated how they had to grab these fleeting moments when they could, that his father would never approve of any kind of relationship between them. He was a prince, who had a responsibility to marry another royal for the good of the kingdom, and Logan was a lowly worker, one who was in charge of maintaining the books. But he was going to cherish these moments for as long as he could. Logan was worth it.
Summary: Logan can’t concentrate. Try as he might, all he could think about was warm brown eyes and the soft, hopeful look on Anxiety’s face after their debate. Maybe he was getting sick? Or maybe… something else? Pre-AA so Virgil is Anxiety here
way behind on @analogicalweek but I’m gonna catch up! Day 2 - crushes also Day 6 - Dark
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Finger tapped idly against his desk as Logan found himself rereading the same sentence for the sixth time. Why couldn’t he focus? Normally he could easily lose himself in a book, hours passing him by as he indulges himself in new knowledge or exploring a fantasy world (he’d never breathe a word about that to Roman). He flipped the book closed with a sigh, leaning back in his seat as he tried to figure out just what was causing his distraction.
It was a new development. That much he knew for sure. What had changed? The only thing that really stood out to him was the debate he had had with Anxiety just a few days ago, and he still remained rather impressed with the way the other was able to hold his own. But once he came back to his Room, that should have been the end of it. Thoughts of Roman or Patton never lingered like this, or heavens forbid one of the… Others… so what was it about this instance that was different?
How do i add to the ao3 collection? It's not working for me
I’m not sure what a work looks like from the author’s POV but at the bottom of your work I believe there’s a button that says “Add to Collection” and typing in “Analogical_Week_2022” should add it
[id: a drawing of virgil and logan kissing. virgil rests one hand on logan's cheek and the other on his waist, while logan leans towards him and puts his arm over his shoulder. virgil has a purple dyed wolf cut and logan has wavy salt and pepper hair in a loose ponytail. the background is mimicking a galaxy. end id]
@analogicalweek i had to do SOMETHING for them, even if it wasnt filling out the prompt list. i care them a lot <3
stages of dev. under the cut
[id: in order, lineart, flat colors, and shading without color overlays. end id]
I think the prompt today was rain though I’m not sure
anyways here
tw: thunder, insomnia
ship: Analogical (obv)
Rain.
Virgil sighed at thunder boomed outside, eyes fixed on the glass as rain pattered against the window.
“It’s raining hard out there, isn’t it.” He jumped whenever he heard a voice, a figure standing tiredly over him holding two mugs.
“Geez, Lo.” Virgil huffed a laugh. “You scared me.”
“Sorry, baby. Janus seems to be rubbing off on me.” Logan bent down to kiss Virgils temple, setting down the tea mug.
Anxiety cuddled up against his husband as Logan lied down, a small hum of satisfaction leaving his throat as Logan’s warmth spread across his body.
Logan snorted in amusement and wrapped his arms around Virgil, pulling him to his chest and burying his face in his soft hair.
“How do you keep it so soft?” Logan mumbled, his voice a little muffled but clear enough for Virgil to hear.
The side laughed.
“I guess I just... wash it and then don’t brush it afterwards.” Virgil jumped whenever thunder boomed outside, lightning flashed across the sky and illuminating the dark room, just enough for Virgil to make out Logan’s face as he pulled back.
As it was only 4 in the morning, the sun hadn’t come up yet, and the darkness from the corners of Virgils room made it all the less... comforting.
“I thought you loved thunderstorms.” Logan’s voice was thick with amusement and Virgil rolled his eyes.
“I do. I just don’t like the random loud noises. And I kinda don’t like it whenever I feel like there’s somebody watching me.”
Logan tilted his head back, closing his eyes softly and he leaned back against the head board, hand carding through Virgils hair to soothe him.
Thomas had let all his Pokémon out of their balls for a well deserved stretch of their limbs. His shiny Sylveon Patton excitedly ran around checking out the scenery while his Zoroark changed into an Ekans and draped itself over his shoulders, classic Janus.
Roman and Remus were play-fighting, he hopes the Pikachu doesn’t rip Mimikyu’s disguise again. Remus hated not looking like his brother and taking his cover to fix it was always a horrible experience for all involved. His last Pokémon, a Meowstic named Logan, was sniffing at a frosted over bush. Thomas was going to tell Logan to come back just incase whatever had frozen the bush was still around when a weird looking Sneasel dashed out of the brush and behind Logan. Another, normal looking, Sneasel sliced the bushes away with freezing claws and headed straight for Logan and the other Sneasel. Ice claw! “Janus, Remus, use dire claw!” The two called on Pokémon are too far to make it and Logan is at a type disadvantage!
Stic!
Logan’s little paw darkened with a shadowy aura and he met the Sneasel with the charged attack. The move is super effective and the attacking Sneasel is chased away. The victorious Meowstic turns back to the cowering Sneasel checking the frightened Pokémon over with a calculating look.
Meow Mee Meowstic
Snee Snease Snee -cough- Sel
The other Pokémon all look at Thomas expectantly before Patton squeaks in the tone Thomas knows means that Sylveon is upset. “Guys I don’t know what you want me to do, does it need a soda? A center? You know I’m useless at first aid!” Sometimes he wishes he could understand Pokémon, they always seemed to have something to say.
Logan huffs and uses his esp to pull an aspear berry and a bottled water out of Thomas’s bag. Oh, yeah, that made sense. The odd Sneasel had been hit with ice claws and who knows what other ice moves since the flora was iced over, it must be suffering from the effects of being frozen. Thomas watched as Logan helped the Sneasel open the water and eat the berry, it was so beat up that the water barely seemed to help. It nuzzled into Logan’s warm midnight blue fur and gave a rumbling purr, thankful for the help. Which reminded him.
“When did you learn sucker punch? I don’t remember getting that T.M.”
Meow mmmstic
okay that was a stupid thing to ask, again he wished he could understand.
The weird purple and dusky Sneasel wearily walked up to Thomas, if this was a rare variant or a natural crossbreed then it might not have seen many humans. If it was a man made crossbreed it might have every reason to be scared of humans. Either way he would let it take control and decide if it wanted anything to do with him.
Sel Easel Sne Sne?
Carefully it bumps the blunt side of its claws on his bag hopping back when he slides the bag off his shoulder so it can see inside.
SNE!
It plucks out a luxury ball Thomas won in a raffle and hands it to the human, pointing from the ball to itself. When Thomas doesn’t move Sneasel looks at Logan and gestures at the human with clear annoyance. Logan makes a motion with his tail and Sneasel shrugs and bumps it’s jeweled forehead to the ball, a beam of red light sucks Sneasel in and the ball clicks in an insta catch. Thomas is so confused and made even more so when Logan pushes the button to let the new teammate out. Sneasel pops out and immediately is nuzzling Logan and giving that low rumbling purr, surprisingly Logan was purring too.
“Did that Sneasel catch itself because you two like each other? Oh my Arceus, that is so cute! Now what do I name you? You have a long ear feather so I guess you’re a boy. Mark, no, Sean? Ew no you are not a Sean. Victor…vi, Vi, Virgil?” Sneasel chirped at that so that was the name he registered on the ball. “Welcome to the team Sneasel! I can’t wait to get to know you.”
A few months later and a trip to the daycare left Thomas with the new knowledge that 1) Virgil was part of a thought to be extinct verity of Sneasel 2)This type on Sneasel had swapped feather lengths for males and females 3) Virgil was now a mommy to a whole litter of these extremely rare species. Logan was helping one of the Sneaselits try to take their first steps, a very proud look on the papa’s muzzle.
Summary: Logan unknowingly exposes himself, much to Roman's delight and Virgil's shock.
Pairing: pre-romantic analogical
Warnings: brief food mention, Virgil freaking out and that's it I think
Word count: 1,382
I am so late I know, but time is rare for me so.... yeah. Anyway this is my one shot for day 3: Jacket/Jam @analogicalweek
Virgil grunted in displeasure as he slowly woke up, closing his eyes in defiance of his body regaining awareness.
After a while though, Virgil had to open his eyes as he heard the others waking up, the doors to their room opening and closing as feet treading the hallway outside.
He rolled out of bed, pouting and grumbling over the fact of being awake. His hands reached out automatically to his hanger on the door, where he always put his beloved jacket-
His hands closed on nothing.
He threw open the door and stalked straight to Janus' room, not bothering to knock as he bursted inside.
"Remus? A bit early for- oh, Virg-"
Virgil grabbed him by the clasp of his caplet. "Where. Is. It." He hissed, glaring at him with pure hatred.
Janus smirked. "You'll have to be more specific than that sweetie."
Virgil growled. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, snake. Now give it back, it's not funny!"
Janus chuckled. "I disagree, you being riled up so early in the morning is hilarious, I'm almost sorry I'm not the cause of it… this time."
"Liar." Virgil spet. "Give it back now or I swear to god I'll-"
"You'll what? Whatever it is you're looking for, I don't have it." Janus shrugged, breaking away from Virgil's grasp easily.
He eyed Virgil, noting he's still in his pajamas, and smirked when he realized what he's looking for. "Is your signature jacket missing?" He teased.
"Yeah cause you took it! Now give. It. Back." Virgil insisted.
Janus rolled his eyes. It was fun at first, but now it's getting tedious. "Why would I take such… tasteless item? Anyways, I'd love to stay and chat but this is getting quite boring, goodbye Virgil."
And before Virgil even had time to blink, he was standing outside in the hallway. He crossed his arms and blew his bangs out of his eyes. "Stupid snake." He grumbled, reluctantly turning his attention to the green door next to Janus'.
He sighed, better get this over with…
He braced himself, then opened the door. The stench overwhelmed him despite preparing himself for it. "Remus! If you did something to my jacket you'll regret it!" He yelled into the messy room.
For a moment, nothing happened, then something crashed onto Virgil from above and he fell to the ground painfully as the air was pushed out of his lungs.
"Ooh you're a great landing surface Virgy!" Remus chirped as he hopped off of him.
Virgil grunted as he got up and dusted his clothes. "Were you on the ceiling?!" He questioned.
"Sure was!" Remus spread his hands proudly.
"Why?" Virgil asked, exasperated.
Remus shrugged. "Why were you not on the ceiling?" He shot back with a grin.
"I… I don't know! Gravity? Look it doesn't matter, did you do something with my jacket?" Virgil tried to focus.
Remus picked his nose, shrugging again. "Nope! Not yet at least." He giggled.
Virgil sighed. "Whatever." He said and quickly rushed out of the stinky room, breathing in fresh air as soon as the door closed behind him.
Seems like two of his main and obvious suspects are not guilty… though he still suspected Janus, he always did, but he's not in the mood to go back there and beg for him to give it back… might as well check with the others.
He felt weirdly exposed as he walked down the hallway with his pajamas, without the comfortable heat and softness of his jacket and no pockets to tuck his hands into… What do normal people do with their hands? Do they just… swing them around?
As he was focused on figuring this out, he suddenly bumped into someone.
"Virgil! Good morning kiddo!" Patton smiled at him when he realized who's in front of him.
"Morning Pat, listen. Have you seen my jacket?" Virgil asked, quite frantic now, he couldn't have lost it… right?
But Patton just burst into barely controlled giggles. "Oh, yeah! Yeah I saw it! I saw it real good." He giggled, barely able to stop himself from full out laughing.
Virgil frowned. "What's so funny?"
"Ah I can't say it without laughing! Just go to the kitchen kay Virge?" Patton wiped some joyful tears out of the corner of his eyes, patted Virgil on the shoulder and moved on.
Frowning, Virgil walked to the kitchen, mind rushing through the possibilities of what he'll find there. What he ended up seeing was… not a possibility he thought about.
Before he could catch the logical side's attention though, he was pulled towards the living room by his wrist.
"Wait, Storm Cloud." Roman stopped him with a grin. "I don't think he noticed." He whispered, snickering.
Virgil looked again, Logan quietly humming to himself as he spread jam on toasted pieces of bread and… wearing Virgil's jacket.
"You sure? I mean… it's Logan." Virgil whispered back as they watched Logan make himself breakfast.
"C'mon, Emo Nightmare, do you really think he'll walk out of his room like that if he knew?" Roman shot back, barely holding himself from doubling over with laughter.
"Why would he be wearing it anyway- wait, no. I know that look, princey, don't you even go there." Virgil rolled his eyes, cheeks slightly warm as Roman grinned at him suggestively.
"I told you, Virge. Honestly, you need to listen to me more." Roman teased as he nudged Virgil's ribs lightly with his elbow.
"This… this proves nothing! There could be so many reasons why he'll want to wear my jacket. It's very comfortable, I'll have you know… he could have just been cold or-"
"Or wanted to wear something with his crush's smell?" Roman added with a grin, making Virgil's blush go a deeper red.
"You don't know that!" Virgil insisted. Roman just winked at him before opening his mouth.
"Whatcha wearin there, specs?" Roman called out, making Logan turn towards the two of them.
He frowned at Roman. "My usual attire, Roman, as you can clearly see." He said evenly.
Roman lost it, bursting into a boastful laugh as he clutched his belly. "A-and on t-top of that?" He asked between laughs.
Logan's frown deepened as he slowly looked down at himself and Roman looked closely at his face as it turned brightly red, clearly delighted at the rare sight.
"I… Well, you see I…" Logan stumbled then trailed off with a sigh. He took the jacket off with one swift motion and held it up for Virgil to take. "Apologies I… shouldn't have taken it without asking for your agreement, I hope I didn't upset you too much. I planned on giving it back to you before you got up but… well… it seemed to have slipped my mind."
Virgil just stared at him, making the logical side get even redder. Slowly, he reached out and took his jacket, their hands lightly brushing and sending a jolt of warmth to his hands. "Why did you… why did you even take it to begin with?"
"Yeah teach, why did you take it?" Roman asked knowingly, making Logan turn to him with a glare.
"If you must know, I was cold at night and at the time it seemed like a reasonable solution." Logan explained.
"Oh yes, I'm sure that's why." Roman replied with a snicker as Virgil finally put on his jacket, rolling his eyes at the prince's teasing.
"C'mon, princey, leave the nerd be."
Roman chuckled. "Yeah you're right, better leave you two lovebirds alone so you can talk huh?" He nudged Virgil in the ribs again, making him and Logan blush deeper before sinking in and disappearing from sight.
"Roman and his nonsense." Logan said in order to break the awkward silence.
Virgil snorted. "Yeah. Um… thanks for… giving this back. Next time just ask alright?"
Logan nodded. "Of course, I apologize again for not doing so earlier."
Virgil shrugged. "It's cool… I'll um.. go back to my room now, this search kinda drained me." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Right, of course, have a good day, Virgil." He said, turning his attention back to his toasters.
Virgil walked to his room, smiling slightly as he could smell Logan's familiar scent of fresh papers and mint from his precious jacket.
