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@sanderssides-secretsanta pinch hit for @imthebadguythatsfine

I hope u enjoy this paranormal prinxiety au!! They went looking for ghosts but they haven’t found any yet

I love drawing these lil ghosties

It’s been a while but I still hope u had a good holidays!!

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A gift for @anxious-enby-fan

Hey there! I’m your backup santa for this little gift exchange, so I tried to get your gift out to you as quickly as possible! You didn’t really have any preferences for anything specific, so I figured a group pic of all the sides was a safe bet

I hope you like the final result! This was really fun to do!

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Make It Up (To You)

In which Logan has ADHD and Roman is a car nut that would be driven crazy by Virgil’s 1969 Chevy Camaro SS.

aka another secret santa present, this time for @artsybi​! I am probably going to write another part to this and eventually upload it to AO3, but for now, enjoy part one of... whatever this is! @sanderssides-secretsanta

Pairing: Logan/Virgil (romantic)

Perhaps Logan had been a bit too distracted as he pulled in next to it. Then again, a car like this one was something to be distracted by, or that’s what Roman would have said. Logan knew almost nothing about cars, but he’d seen one very similar to this in pictures that Roman would excitedly shove into his face and ask him to praise for their lines. Whatever that meant.

From what Logan could see, it was old, far older than his beat-up little ‘07 Corolla that Roman had admonished him for purchasing. He thought he saw the Chevrolet logo on the back, but the boxy shape was unlike any Chevy he’d seen in working condition. It was sleek, black, and shiny, with no rouge paint scratches or ashy lines left from the salt on the road. No, this car was loved, and had been loved since it came off the line. He almost wished he knew about cars.

And then he hit it.

Well, he didn’t hit it, technically. Just bumped it. With his door. He’d been distracted by the sight of such an old machine in such good condition that he may have parked slightly too close to it, and when he had opened his door to step out…. That was a bad sound. A screech of metal on metal, followed by a low thump as the metal caved inward. 

Logan winced. He pulled his door back closed, and glanced at the old Chevy. Its shiny, perfect side had a sizable dent in the passenger door, outlined carefully by white lines where the paint had been scratched off by Logan’s SadMobile, as Roman called the poor Corolla. DangerMobile might be more accurate. That couldn’t be an easy thing to fix. He’d better wait for - 

“Hey! My car!” A shout sounded from behind him. Logan whipped his head behind him to see a man standing behind the Chevy, his arms full of grocery bags. His heart missed a beat as he noticed just how attractive the man was. He was small, but had somewhat broad shoulders, and extremely high cheekbones that left visible shadows on his cheeks. His dark hair was messy, like he’d just crawled out of bed and couldn’t be bothered to fix it. He had dark eyes, lined with heavy bags not unlike Logan’s, but where Logan looked ill, he looked mysterious and cool, like he had a backstory that he couldn’t share with you because then he’d have to kill you. And he just might kill Logan, judging by the way his dark eyes seemed to burn a hole straight through Logan’s head.

Logan froze for only a second longer, after which point he moved before he could fully process what he was doing. His hand found the gear shift, he faced the steering wheel again, and, grateful that no car had parked in front of the spot he almost took, he pulled away and left the grocery store empty-handed, his heart pounding the entire time. He heard the guy yell after him, but he didn’t spare the attractive man a glance in either of his three mirrors. He drove, and drove all the way home.

“Let me get this straight,” Roman said, for the third time, as he adjusted his posture. “You didn’t get the milk and eggs because you scratched up, quote, ‘a Chevy that looked older than your dad’, panicked when the likely driver approached, drove away without leaving him a way to contact you, and didn’t even get a picture of the car to show me?”

“Yes,” Logan moaned, tightening the strings of his hoodie further around his head. It was rare that he wore the only hoodie he owned. He kept it for times of immense emotional distress. And now definitely qualified. “But he was gorgeous, Roman. Sherlock Holmes cheekbones, and dark messy hair, and god, his eyes -”

“Again to my point, you didn’t give him your number?” Roman asked. Logan shook his head and rolled away from him, still curled up in a ball in his only hoodie on his bed. He felt Roman put a hand on his back. “Logan, hon… you’re an idiot.” “I know. You don’t need to tell me this.”

“Yes, I’m aware, but… Logan, you’re actually such an idiot.”

“Roman.”

“I’m sorry, darling, but you had a chance! You simply needed to be cool, collected, hand him your number with a little wink. It’ll get you out of anything, trust me. Well, except an arrest, but -”

“Roman,” Logan hissed, rolling back over to face his roommate, “You know me. You know that I am anything, anything but cool and collected. Pick almost any other adjective, and it’ll apply to me.” “You’re also not suave,” Roman responded, most unhelpfully. 

“I said almost.”

Roman patted his shoulder. “There, there, Lo. I’ll run out for milk and eggs in a bit. For now… chill out, put on an episode of that show you like, for some reason, and just try to relax.”

“I had to pick up my pills, too. And you need an ID to pick up amphetamines.” Logan rolled further over, burying his face in his pillow and pulling his limbs tighter to his chest, feeling worse and worse every second.

He heard Roman sigh and stand up. “You can grab them in a few days. You’ve still got some pills left, and hey, what are the chances that short, dark, and handsome will be there at the same time as you, again?”

Turns out, the chances were very good.

Logan had been off his meds for a day and a half when he walked up to the pharmacy to pick up the refill. His ADHD had some fun effects on his daily life, such as taking away his ability to sleep or even lie down for more than an hour at a time, complete more than a few sentences worth of work on any report he had to write, or even walk through the store without playing with the grips on the shopping cart. He was scared they might come loose, or would be, if he was able to clearly think about it.

“Pickup for Berry, Lo -” he started to the pharmacist, but broke off when a familiar set of dark eyes bored into his through the glass wall. Oh no.

“Hey, you’re the guy that hit my car and drove off,” Short, Dark and Handsome (as Roman had been calling him) said with a smile.

“I- yes, I am, although really, it was more of a bump than a hit, and with my door, no less,” and all Logan could think was shit shit shut up Logan shut up shit you idiot shut up shut-

“Still left a dent in her side,” he responded gruffly, and though Logan couldn’t see his smile behind the mask, the crinkle of his cheeks and the light in his eyes gave it away.

Logan took a deep breath, squeezing the cart’s grip tighter. “I… did. And then I panicked and drove away instead of giving you my number so we could talk and figure out what I can do to make it up to you. I am very sorry.” Suddenly realizing he could have a do-over at that part, he quickly fumbled for a receipt, scrap paper, napkin, anything he could write on. He started, “Here, I can-”

“Actually… my brother owns a body shop. He’s fixing it up for me. All’s good, no problems, you’re forgiven. But I appreciate it, cutie.” Logan wished he could see the suave smile he knew he’d been given, but then if his knees got any weaker he might fall down. The single word bounced through his head. Cutie. Cutie. Cutie. 

“Ah,” Logan said hoarsely, “Good. That’s… good.”

“Although,” he continued, in the same nonchalant drawl he’d been speaking with, “you could give me your number anyway, if you wanted.”

Logan squeezed the cart tighter in an attempt to stop his hand from shaking. He tried not to put his weight onto something with wheels, and yet he still felt the cart roll slightly forward.

The man seemed not to notice. “And maybe you should take me to dinner to make up for it. Emotional reparations, I mean. My ma gave me that car to look after when I turned 19, and I’ve taken damn good care of it since. She’d bought it from my gramps, who got it off the line in….” and he continued talking about the car, his brown eyes getting that spacey look that Logan knew too well, and they weren’t really all that dark, he noticed, but more like the color of honey in a jar, only slightly darker. He knew the fluorescent lights didn’t do them justice, and he suddenly wanted to see Short, Dark, and Handsome out in the sun, and why did Roman call him dark, anyway? He was mysterious, but extremely pale, thus further solidifying that Logan wanted to see him in the sunlight. Perhaps his hair would look lighter too, though Logan hoped it wouldn’t lose any of the fluff and bounce it had, and didn’t he just ask me to dinner? Or ask me to ask him to dinner?

“And I’ve been talking for a little too long, haven’t I?” His eyes crinkled with another grin, though as Logan snapped back to the world he stood in, he saw a glimpse of worry behind the casual nature of his gaze. 

“Yes,” Logan blurted out, and he was suddenly extremely thankful for the mask that covered his nose and most of his cheeks, which were bound to be bright red.”

The man looked down. “Right. I’m working on that. Anxiety does as it does, though you probably get that -”

“No, no, I mean yes. I do, get that, but I meant- I mean, yeah. I- I’ll take you to dinner. What, er, what time are you off?” Logan stammered, and the man suddenly looked just as flustered as Logan felt. 

“Not until 8,” he answered, eyes wide and ears pink. “But I was mostly joking, you don’t have to. It’s really not a big deal,”

“No, no. You’re right.” Logan took a deep breath. Like Roman said. Calm, collected. Ignore the bit about the wink, though. “I emotionally scarred you, and temporarily scarred your car. It’s the least I could do. May I pick you up at 8?” 

He heard the man inhale, then stop, before speaking. Logan briefly wondered what he was going to say. “Uh… sure. Yes, I mean. Yes, you may.” Logan couldn’t resist a small smile, because since when had advice from Roman ever worked?

“Excellent. It’s a date. My medication, please.” Logan quickly showed him his ID.

“Of course. A date indeed…” he paused, checking the name on the package, then on the ID, “Logan Berry.”

Logan accepted the package and put his ID back into his wallet. An old receipt almost fell out, but Logan caught it before it could stray far from his hand. “See you then…” and he made a show of checking his nametag and couldn’t I have done that from the start instead of calling him Short, Dark, and Handsome? “Virgil….”

“Sanders. Virgil Sanders.” Virgil smiled again, his honey-brown eyes radiant with a mix of happiness and nerves.

“Virgil. Cute name.” Logan scribbled down his number, passed it under the glass divider, and turned heel towards the produce section. His heart thudded in his chest, and he could feel Virgil’s eyes on his back. A date. At 8.

Oh boy.

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Sanders Sides Secret Santa gift #2!!

This is my second piece for this exchange!! My recipient was @lovelivingmydreams

I really enjoyed this prompt! I hope you enjoy ^^

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You'd never peg Virgil for the type to start small games, would you? Most wouldn't. Roman knew his boyfriend better though. 

Virgil and Roman had started dating about 4 months ago, when Roman had (figuratively) poured his heart out to Virgil in a moment of tired stupidity. Luckily for them, they're both tired and stupid.

After a kiss, and another, and wherever that led, they made it official. However, they knew how Thomas' fans were, along with a few of the other sides themselves, and Virgil had his doubts about making it public. After a bit of thinking (staring into a coffee mug and murmuring to himself while Roman sipped his tea) he had the perfect plan.

Well, perfect is a slight overstatement.

They decided they'd keep it secret, technically. They just didn't outwardly say it, but they slipped small hints. Virgil leaning his head on Roman's head to see what he was drawing. Roman placing his arm on the emo nightmare's shoulder and said nightmare not objecting, for once. Holding hands beneath the dinner table. You know, all that romantic jazz. As much as Virgil claimed to hate it, he really liked it when it came from his knight in a onesie. 

So now it was a game to see who would figure it out first. They were taking bets, actually. Roman betted on Logan or Remus. Logan because he was observant as fuck, and Remus because somehow his annoying twin always managed to figure this sort of thing out, despite his, as Roman said, "brain smaller than the pea under the princess's mattress!"

Virgil had instantly shot that down, placing his bet on Patton and Janus. Logan had no clue when it came to romance, and Remus was more... lust. Patton tended to be more in-tune with feelings like that, and Janus obviously just knew when someone was lying. Maybe Janus had an unfair advantage. 

Either way, they went about their daily lives. Nobody caught on for quite a bit, actually. 

It was one movie night in Roman's room when Patton first saw them properly close. Virgil with his head leaning on Roman's, who had his on Virgil's chest. 

"Hey kiddos! Just wanted to- oh!" He stopped as he walked in. Virgil instantly looked around at Patton, then back at his chest, then at Patton again. He raised a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhh! The idiot fell asleep. He'll be cranky if I wake him up now. We're fine, ok?" Virgil told him in what wasn't higher than a whisper. Patton nodded.

"Mhm! Sorry." He said, waving as he walked out.

Virgil sighed, before chuckling softly. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss to the top of Roman's head.

"And so it begins." 

Logan was next, surprisingly. He'd only noticed when one day, at breakfast, Roman passed Virgil his coffee, their hands lingering for a moment longer than the standard amount. They sat down with their shoulders nearly touching. 

He watched them for a bit, analysing them behind his glasses. Roman caught his eye first, looking up from his food and raising an eyebrow.

"Whatcha staring at, nerd?" He asked. Logan cleared his throat.

"Ah, nothing. My apologies, it's just... you seem awfully close, both physically speaking and relationship wise. Has something changed?" He asked. Roman scoffed. Virgil seemed pretty zoned out.

"Me and emo nightmare? Nah, not a chance in Olympus. Keep theorising though, pocket protector. It's funny!" He said with a grin as he proceeds to nearly choke on his cereal. Logan sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. Virgil was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Somehow, Remus came next. To Janus' credit, he was often in his rooms plotting something or other. Or, that's how Virgil described it. But either way, all of the sides (bar Logan and Janus) were watching a movie. Nightmare Before Christmas; a classic. Roman had taken his position on the armchair, with Virgil laying across the couch onto Roman with his head in his lap. Patton sat on the couch with what was probably hot chocolate, and Remus lay on the floor, shirt discarded earlier in the night. 

At one point, Remus clearly lost focus in the movie, looking up at Roman and Virgil's position (which could NOT have been comfortable for Virgil; he was leaning across two couch arms and onto someone's legs). He let out a loud snicker, not trying to silence himself. Virgil looked down.

"Something funny?"

"Yeah, you two dorks. Hah, dorks."

"Shut up. What's funny about us then?" He asked. Roman was still watching the movie, but he listened to the others talk. 

"You look like you're tryna fuckin' break your back, and Roman over there would've tossed you off of him like a corpse this time last year. Something happen? Hm, hm??" He asked with a grin. Patton looked over in curiosity, but lost interest just as fast.

Roman chimed in now.

"Don't get any dirty ideas, brother! No, I'm simply being decent and letting Mr Gloom here sit where he wants. Is that so bad?"

"Sit is a very far stretch! He looks like he has no bones! Which I am not opposed to, by the way."

Virgil scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"You would like that, wouldn't you gremlin?"

"Yep!"

Roman threw a handful of popcorn at Remus, which quickly shut him up. Not because he was defeated, just because he wanted to see how that whole thing played out.

As the movie continued, Roman let his hand on Virgil's stomach, where one of the latter's hands rested. In the dark room, they let their fingers intertwine.

Obviously, they'd have to find out at some point. It was a given, all games have to end someday. It was dinner in the mind palace, and a pleasant one at that. All the sides decides to eat together since Thomas was in a good mood (he was eating with Nico today!) and nobody was complaining. Despite how much they claim to hate each other, they really are friends.

Well, friends is an understatement for some. 

Roman and Virgil were called to dinner, making them leave their blanket cocoon they'd built around themselves. Virgil groaned.

"I don't wanna move yet." He said with a pout. This just made Roman laugh.

"Well, we're eating with the others today, soo..." He snickered. "Oh no, the dreaded social interaction!"

Virgil just shot him a glare as Roman laughed. Once he'd had his moment, Roman stood up and shook off his blankets. He looked down at Virgil before smirking.

"...I don't like that look."

"Pffft- stay still, emo!"

"Wha-? hEY-!"

Virgil let out a yell as Roman swept him off the bed and onto his feet, spinning him around before he fully touched the ground. Despite his first protest, Virgil laughed as Roman spun him. They both laughed as the purple boy stopped, world spinning for him.

"Ready now, hot topic?"

"Sure, sure. Let's go, disneyworld."

As they turned to the door, they stopped. 

Four familiar faces stood at the door, all with their own variants of grins. Patton seemed excited, Logan was taking down some notes witb a smirk, And Remus and Janus were both grinning.

"I told you, Dee!! They're so fucking gay!" Remus exclaimed, making Janus laugh, along with Logan.

Roman felt the blush coating his cheeks as he facepalmed. He expected Virgil to be freaking out, and he was prepared to help, but as he looked at Virgil, all he saw was... was him laughing. Virgil laughed along with them, grabbing Roman's arm.

"Well, game's busted, Princey." He said. Roman laughed this time.

"I suppose you're right. Hey, who walked in first?"

"Ah, that would be Janus." Logan said, still not looking up at them. Virgil punched the air.

"I win! You owe me now."

"Hahahahah! Fine, fine. What do I owe?"

"You know."

Roman laughed. Without much hesitation, the pair leaned in, almost in sync. Their lips met in a kiss, confirming the theory Logan had been wondering about. 

"Haha! Gay!!"

Without parting, Virgil perfectly flipped off Remus in exactly his direction. 

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starlight, starbright

here’s my ts secret santa present for @jittery-glittery, its a sleepxiety christmas fic thats kind of astronomy themed and a whole lotta soft domestic boyfriends (i really hope you like it, it took forever and a day to write lol

remember, reblogs>comments>likes!

summary: every year remy wins the gift giving competition, but virgils sure he has it in the bag this year

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There were few things Virgil loved more than his boyfriend Remy, and those were pretty much just the things that reminded him of Remy. A telescope he had gotten Virgil for his birthday last year, the coffee shop where they had met, and of course his hoodie (that somehow always smelled like Remy, even though he swore that was not his intention in stealing it).

That was why it was so hard to shop for Remy. It’s not that Remy didn’t love the Starbucks gift cards, Rayban sunglasses, astronomy sweater, leather jacket, or any of the gifts he had given over the years.

 It was the way Remy managed to one-up him every single year. Last year was the astronomy sweater, hand-knitted with Remy’s favorite constellation in the nicest material he could find. He was sure he had won, but lo and behold, Remy pulled out VIP tickets to the MCR reunion concert. 

Virgil came to about a minute later, only to freak out for the rest of the week, temporarily forgetting about the competition over the excitement of the tickets.

Not that he didn’t love Remy and the amazing gifts, not to mention his gorgeous boyfriend’s attention, affection, compliments, and wit. It was the fact that sometimes Virgil felt he had nothing much to contribute to the relationship.

Which was why this year, he was determined to get a gift that not only repaid the insurmountable emotional debt built over the years but also beat any present that Remy could get him.

But first, he had to find the perfect gift.

Remy liked lots of things, pretty much everything except for decaffeinated coffee. 

He had a few ideas but none of them stuck out. He asked Remy’s brother Roman who suggested a hand-carved rotating solar system, but that was a little out of Virgil’s skillset. He was a painter, not a woodcarver, though that didn’t stop him from spending what seemed like months knitting that sweater last year. 

The perfect idea weirdly enough came from a pop-up ad while he was browsing Tumblr, waiting for Remy to come home from teaching his late-night astronomy lab.

‘Need a gift that’ll show how much you love your partner forever? Click here!’ Normally he would scroll right past, but this had a picture underneath, showing exactly what Virgil had been looking for. Virgil smirked and clicked the link. 

Next was picking the right way to reveal it. 

They never exchanged gifts on Christmas, usually between his birthday and the 24ht. He decided on a cloudless evening with a clear forecast, perfect to lure Remy out on a stargazing date away from where Remy could bring out his gift, allowing him at least a few hours of victory in their gift-giving competition. 

Virgil packed everything he needed in a backpack, and stowed the telescope into the trunk of his car, grabbing his fluffiest hoodie and a blanket.

While he waited for Remy to grab the hot chocolate for their outing, he sat in the car, leg bouncing with nerves. He fidgeted with the steering wheel, biting his lip and checking his mirrors. 

What if Remy didn’t like it? What if it was a weird present? Would Remy think it was too clingy? 

A knock on the car door alerted him to his boyfriend’s presence. Virgil quickly unlocked the doors, letting Remy in.

“Wow babe, were you going to keep me out in the cold?” Remy stretched out in his seat, placing the thermoses in the cupholders. Virgil mumbled an apology staring straight ahead into the dark street of their apartment complex, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

Remy turned to him, placing a hand on his thigh, “He Virgil, I was just teasing. You okay?”

Virgil gave a weak smile and took Remy’s hand, “Yeah, just a little stressed.”

Remy squeezed his hand, giving him a fond look, then opened his mouth with a grin, “That’s what happens when hoes stay up till 2 am watching Hilda.”

Virgil spluttered at that, slapping Remy’s arm as he put the car in drive, “Wooow like you can talk ‘mister eighteen cups of coffee a day’,”

After half an hour of driving through the outskirts of the city to an area clear of light pollution, they pulled into a parking lot by a high treeless hill.

“Oh I’m going to love climbing a 1000 mile cliff in the dark Virge,” Remy looked up at the impressive climb before them.

Virgil slammed his door shut, opening the trunk, “Hey, you picked this spot, not me.”

Remy scoffed, tugging the backpack over his shoulders, 

 Google Maps doesn’t exactly have a 3D feature, mkay?“

“You mean Google Earth?” Virgil grabbed the case out of the car, kissing Remy’s forehead as his boyfriend grumbled at that.

They set up at the top of the hill, Remy setting up Virgil’s telescope while Virgil laid out the blanket and 

Tupperware of chocolate strawberries (Remy’s favorite).

“Oof-” Remy fell backward onto his lap, stretching out over Virgil’s legs, his back pressing against his chest. Virgil breathed in the cold night air, burying his nose in his boyfriend’s ridiculously soft hair.

“Hey baby, whatcha doing?” Remy reached up to thread his fingers through Virgil’s thick black hair, resting his hand at the base of his skull.

“Ooh, what’s this,” Virgil felt Remy stretch back to grab something white and square out to the basket, and Virgil shot up, trying to grab it from Remy’s grasp. “Hey wait Remy no don’t-”

“What’s this? Babe, it has my name on it, I’m opening it-" 

Virgil tried to grab it, but Remy just rolled off his lap onto the edge of the blanket, turning away and waving it under Virgil’s nose, "Calm down Virgil, if you don’t want me to open it just say so.”

Virgil groaned and buried his head in his hands, “It was supposed to be a surprise but sure, go ahead,”

“Dear Mr. Storm, the International Star Catalogue has hereby per your submission, named stare XA-1248B 'Remy Storm-King”-“ Remy stopped staring at the certificate.

Virgil flushed red, fiddling with his zippers on his sleeves, "Merry Christmas Remy, I know its kind of weird but-”

Remy looked up from the paper with brown eyes shining brighter than the sky behind him. He immediately reached out, “Remy oh no oh my gosh are you okay I’m so sorr-”

 Remy let out a small whine like sob and launched himself at his boyfriend, who wrapped his arms around him on impulse.

“Remy-” Virgil stopped as he heard his boyfriend chocked mumbles in his ear. 

“Oh, my stars Virgil darling, baby I can’t even- oh my gosh this is the most, I can’t- you-” Remy pulled away an inch holding Virgil’s shoulders.

The black-haired man carefully wiped off the runny eyeliner under his eyes, “I love you,” Remy sighed.

Virgil’s heart clenched at those words, taking in his beautiful genius, loving, amazing boyfriend who was looking at him with so much softness and adoration in his eyes Virgil felt like he was going to burst.

Remy gave him a wet laugh, hugging Virgil tightly, tucking his head back into the crook of VIrilgs neck.

“Well, I think we can say I won,” Virgil mumbled with a smile into his boyfriend’s hair.

“No way in the galaxy, you wait till I show you yours” Remy scoffed, wiping his eyes on Virgil’s sweater. 

“Uh-huh, yeah sure”

Remmy just squeezed him a bit tighter, running his fingers over the small bulge of a ring box in his pocket

There was no way Remy was losing this year.

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A Darkside Christmas

Merry Christmas @nonbinary-bitch! I hope you have/had a nice Christmas. I was your secret santa. Sorry if the fanfic was a bit late, there were a bit of technical issues. Well, I hope the fanfic is to your liking and worth the wait!

Warnings: Cursing, mention of alcohol, Remus being Remus.

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Here's my secret Santa gift for @full-of-roman-angst-trash i hope you like it dear!!!

I don't draw a ton of rociet but I wanted to go all out! It was really fun to do!

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Lament for Iphigenia

Hooookay. So this. Um. Is late. I wrote this for Madeline for the Sanders Sides Secret Santa on tumblr! It was due… a while ago. I tried to fit in all your requests, we shall see how it went. Real life has been crazy, but I can only apologise from the bottom of my heart for the time it has taken for me to get to this point. And it’s a two parter because when have I ever been able to stick to my word goals?

This is something a little different from me, it’s wholly in second person. It’s a smaller, more intimate story, so the whole cast isn’t here.

I really hope you enjoy this… and let’s hope our boys all manage just fine. @meowthefluffy I really, really hope you like this, I’m so sorry once again that its been this late. It’s Roman centric, its got angst, its got some sweet. 

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Title: Lament for Iphigenia 

Parings: Roman & Remus platonic, Roman/Virgil romantic. 

Summary: 

“You learn the name ‘Virgil’ before ‘Roman’.

In truth, you learn many words before fully understanding the name Roman.”

Roman fundamentally misunderstands his purpose in life.

Luckily, things still somehow turn out okay.

Lament for Iphigenia

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*crawls out of hell* did you miss me?

for those of you who don’t know, I run the @sanderssides-secretsanta page and hosted a gift exchange this year. As expected and understandably, a lot of people have requested extensions and there was at least one who had to tap out, so I get to do the honors and fill in for them! @princey-daisy, happy belated holidays! I hope you enjoy this, it was a little rushed but I didn’t want to keep you waiting forever :)

ok bye enjoy me not posting again for another 6 years

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[artsybi]

If You Cut Me I Suppose I Would Bleed (The Colors Of The Evening Stars)

my @sanderssides-secretsanta gift for @anxious-logic !!

this was so goddamn hard to write please don’t point out any flaws that ended up in the final, i will cry and that is a threat

but seriously, kati thank you for shoving me violently out of my comfort zone with this prompt!

also i am so sorry this is late, i should have known i’d miss the deadline but like, we been knew i guess

read it on ao3!

please enjoy!!

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will you hold me when the curtains close

Good evening, I’m here, I’m tired, and I’m finally delivering another gift! In the @sanderssides-secretsanta​ I was paired with the wonderful @mallowmocha​, which was a treat, since they’re also a mutual of mine! Hi, Mal, I wrote you an entirely-too-long piece of logince, I hope you like it! And happy new year, since I was very late with this gift, apologies!

(Title is from In My Arms by Illenium. This fic is on Ao3 here.)

Pairings: romantic Logince

Words: 21946

Warnings: blood, injury, talks of death, fighting and arguing, a bit of panic and anxiety, sleep deprivation, some implied touch-starvation, kissing

Roman had almost died seventeen times.

He kept a tally, at first in his head and eventually on paper, at first out of habit and eventually just to keep things organized. Some of them were small–a fight gone wrong, a punch missed, a failed rescue mission. Some of them left him stumbling into his bedroom at three in the morning, blood dripping onto the floor, knowing he would miss another day of college as he patched himself up for the next patrol.

For each, he wrote the date and incident in his notebook, and beneath it whatever he’d done wrong.

That was the only way to learn. It was the only way to look at his mistakes and find a way to keep going. He’d never been much good at anything except fighting. He couldn’t fail at that, too.

Roman had almost died seventeen times, and every time, he figured out a way to keep going.

This, though? Well, it was definitely pushing the limits.

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[jowritesthingss]

of being known (and loved)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairing(s): LoSleep (Logic | Logan + Sleep | Remy)

Rating: Teen (for very mild swearing and innuendo)

Content Warning(s): Logan’s coming to terms with being quoiro, so there are very vague sexual mentions/innuendo, just FYI, but nothing graphic

Length: 4,539 words

Brief Summary: Part of the @sanderssides-secretsanta gift exchange! This is my gift as Secret Santa to the lovely @demigodbookdragon ! Features the requested prompt of Logan coming out to his partner(s) as ace and/or quoiromantic, as well as one of the requested pairings—LoSleep!

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Logan Sanders. Logic to one Thomas Sanders, voice in his head and vision in his view, informing and (according to Roman) annoying twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months a year, so it goes. And yet.

Logan Sanders. Who is Logan Sanders, really?

If there exists anyone out there who knows the answer to this question, Logan would really like to know, because he himself isn’t quite certain. Logan Sanders. Logic. Voice of reason. The smart one. The nerd. And yet.

Who is Logan Sanders?

And who could ever truly know Logan Sanders, if he doesn’t even know himself?

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[anxious-enby-fan]

I got @ravenwings101 for the Sanders Sides secret santa! 

I’m sorry this is late, but I hope you like it! 

Also tagging @sanderssides-secretsanta as they’re the admin!

TW: a bit of swearing, food, a teeny bit of kissing (please let me know if I missed any)

The prompt was “Holiday! Any holiday!”

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[averykedavra]

Caught Up On Little Things

Happy holidays to one and all, but most especially @rainbow-laced-converse, who was my giftee in the @sanderssides-secretsanta! They asked for a high school AU with LAMP, so I wrote a fluffy little thing. I hope you like it, Alex!

(Title from Be My Eyes by Pentatonix!)

Pairings: pre-romantic LAMP

Warnings: just a bit of self-deprecation, some swearing

Words: 3039

At the beginning of the night, the cafeteria still looked like a cafeteria. But with the tables pushed to the side and the walls draped in snowflakes and crepe paper, Roman could squint and use a bit of imagination to ignore the cafeteria bits. Now, at the end of the night, it looked like a cafeteria that had been hit by a tornado. The lights sparkled on the grey floor and wayward glitter, the windows were dark behind smeared panes and torn-up paper snowflakes, and it smelled like cheap pizza.

“So,” Patton said. “It’s over.”

“And thank fuck,” Virgil complained, practically collapsing onto the floor. A piece of glitter fell in his hair. He swatted at it. “We’re done. We’re out.”

“We aren’t yet,” Logan said, sitting next to Virgil. Virgil flopped across his lap and continued pulling the glitter from his bangs. “We still need to clean up.”

“Ugh.” Virgil glared at the ceiling. “Homophobia.”

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[nerdywriterhaven-deactivated202]

An Icy Christmas

My gift for @easy-meta-knight for the @sanderssides-secretsanta. I hope you like this!

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[anxious-logic]

5 Times Janus Gave His Boyfriends a Nickname, and 1 Time They Gave Him One

A Secret Santa gift through @sanderssides-secretsanta for @jowritesthingss here on tumblr!! I hope you like it!

Ship: Romantic Roloceit (Roman/Logan/Janus)

Word Count: 2,385

Warnings: Food mention, overworking, self-deprecating/negative thoughts. Let me know if there’s anything else!

Summary: Janus loves his boyfriends a lot, and shows that love in unique ways. And maybe his boyfriends will return the favor.

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[easy-meta-knight]

This is my @sanderssides-secretsanta gift for @olivia-ivy I hope you had a great holiday! U made me create my first AU with an actual story congratulations

I got super inspired so I have started an entire Royalty AU with both Virgil/Remus and Logan/Patton. This is my Virgil outfit concept drawing and the first time Virgil encounters Remus. The story to it is pretty loose rn but atm the idea is Virgil is the Prince and got told they’re gonna arrange a marriage for him and he ran off for a walk in the woods to calm down and his advisor Logan followed him out to calm him down and help him and they sit on the log to talk and Remus who is very lost overheard them from where he is chilling in the swamp

There’s a little more I have for story but that’s even vaguer so imma leave that out for now