#analogicisms

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Nickleback (Demus)

Summary: Based off @underdog-arts Band AU. Janus and Remus are both broadcasting majors and Remus just wants to maybe mush lips and make out ????

Based on: @underdog-arts Band AU which can be found on their Patreon. 

Ship: Flirty Demus (future romance obvious). Pre-Canon timeline.

Rating & Warnings: PG13-ish. Make outs. Pretty vagueish. 

Disclaimer: The author does not own Sanders Sides or any of the characters found therein. They are also not affiliated with Thomas Sanders, Joan Stokes, or the Thomas Sanders team. Only the complete story as it is written is the property of the author and is not to be copied or reposted without express permission from the author. Also, this is based off @underdog-arts Band AU.

A03: Link.

“Wait… so you’re saying you don’t hate Nickleback?”

 The blond enby looked his way, eyelids lowered in a way that made them look as if they were about to let Remus in on the secret of his lifetime. The little smirk that slipped onto their face did nothing to stop the sudden rapid thud of his heart against his chest that seemed to be a constant side effect of spending time with the person. 

 Janus. 

 What an odd name? Still, it fit the enby. Like a glove.

 “That’s a great way to say it,” Janus said with a little lilted chuckle. It was almost musical, in a way. “I don’t really like them but I will definitely listen through one of their songs if it’s on. Kinda a tradition, at this point. And really, they aren’t awful, really. Just not…”

 “Anything to write home about?” Remus asked with a snort and a shrug. 

 Janus eyed him at that moment before slowly nodding. “Precisely, my friend.” 

 Their gazes held for a few moments after that. Remus felt like he needed to say or do something. Like, maybe let out a fake fart sound. Anything to break the almost iron hold that those pretty mismatched eyes had over him. He glanced from one, then to the other, and before he could stop himself, his gaze was falling to the tiny little smile that tugged on Janus’s lips. 

 When his eyes met Janus’s once more, Remus blushed to see the look in those amazing eyes. Janus had totally caught the way his gaze lingered on their lips. And yet, they weren’t saying or doing anything. Just grinning at him in a playful, engaging way. 

 That was all good right?

 Ugh. 

 If only he could text his brother and ask. Roman was a bit of a Chad when it came to most things and was definitely always clueless in his own love life, but seemed to have a knack of romance when it came to other people. And that was what Remus needed right now. 

 As Janus picked up the document that explained their project, Remus pulled out his phone and quickly typed a text to his brother letting him know about the eye gazing that just went down and asking what to do next. 

 A few moments passed as he watched Janus set up the recording equipment that would allow them to create their radio broadcast project and when he looked down next, he saw the telltale ellipses that announced that Roman was responding. 

 Come on, bro.

 He didn’t want the moment to pass though he was pretty sure it had already. A soft generic trill let him know that his brother responded but just as he opened the message, his phone was tugged out of his hand. 

 The next few moments happened in an almost dreamlike manner. He looked up to see that Janus now had his phone, their two-toned eyes locked on the screen as the little smile slowly grew into a bigger and more playful smirk. 

 Remus watched as the other clicked the button on the phone to put it to sleep, set it aside and quite obviously out of reach from Remus, before finally looking up at him. They turned their chair slightly to face him more easily. 

 “So… you’ve got a crush on me and want to kiss me, Remus?”

 Remus blushed. He was so not a blusher but at that very moment, he couldn’t help it. Then again, the other was not weirded out or upset, so that was still very much in his favor, right?

 His fingers itched to ask Roman but Janus had made that impossible. He could only rely on his own instincts. 

 I’m so screwed. 

 Remus decided that honesty was probably the best policy at this point. 

 “I… um…” Honesty. “Hell to the fuck yes, I do.” 

 Janus rested their elbow on the table’s surface and tilted their head, resting their cheek on their closed fist. The look on their face was definitely a “tell me more” sort of look. 

 “Oh? Yes, you do to which… the crush or the kissing?”

 Remus grinned. “Both. Definitely.” 

 Janus grinned back. 

 “Then what are you waiting for?”

 Remus’s eyebrows rose nearly into his green hairline. He quickly gained his confidence once more, however, and reached out to take hold of the other’s shirt. Tugging them in, he grinned a sharp smile, his brown eyes locked on Janus’s heterochromatic ones. 

 “I guess I’m waiting for you to say you want it just as bad, babe.” 

 Janus chuckled and rolled their eyes. 

 “Guess you’ll be waiting for a very long time then,” they said, looking unfazed. However, the burning interest in those eyes was not something Janus was able to hide. 

 “Wrong. You just did.” 

 The slightest of blushes tinging the other’s cheeks was all it took. Remus surged forward and kissed Janus hard, feeling a rush of relief and excitement as the enby kissed back just as eagerly. 

 They continued to kiss like that, not stopping until the next broadcast major team came for their turn in the booth. Janus was certain that they could talk the instructor into giving them another session but Remus honestly couldn’t care. 

 One F would not be a hard price to pay for what just happened. Still, rather than tell Janus that, he did the only thing he could think of at this point. 

 “Wanna go up to my dorm and pick up from where we were so rudely interrupted?”

 Remus’s heart thudded rapidly once more as the other moved into his space, brushed their lips against his own, and practically purred out their response. 

 “Maybe next time, sweetheart.” 

 With that, Remus watched Janus walk away. He was already feeling great about the next time he would see the enby but that feeling tripled when Janus—now about halfway down the hallway—glanced back at him with that same little smirk. 

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How do you feel about Analogical as a ship and if you like it can I share my fic with you? :D

I’m comfortable with Analogical. I just can’t write it xD So send away!

[analogicisms]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Cute, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, fluffy makeout, Fluffy Ending, Making Out, Adorable, Adorkable, Cute Ending, demus - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Human, Underdog Arts, Underdog Arts Band AU, Band Fic, Alternate Universe - Rock Band Series: Part 1 of Underdog-arts Band AU

SUMMARY:

Based off underdog-arts Band AU which can be found on their Patreon. Janus and Remus are both broadcasting majors and Remus just wants to maybe mush lips and make out ????

Read on A03

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Future Analogical Fic

Since this particular fic I am planning on writing several chapters before I start posting, I am going to give you all a little sample of the story. 

Before I do that, here is the title and plot...

Title: Music & Poetry

Plot:  Poet Logan who doesn't like music because it's loud and obnoxious for the most part. And lyricist Virgil who meets him and asks him for a week to change his mind about music and they fall in love.So basically, an Analogical romcom. :D

And now, the little excerpt, which takes place in a little cafe:

The gentle, light sound of the bell on the door sounded and Virgil idly glanced that way. 

Oh. My. God. 

A man who looked not much older than Virgil but dressed in way nicer clothes than Virgil had ever owned stepped inside and looked around before heading toward the counter. Virgil watched him as he made his way, his eyes taking in his face as his own heated up considerably. 

Gay panic is real.

Virgil quickly looked away, busying himself with drinking his coffee. Unfortunately, due to his preoccupied brain, he had forgotten that coffee was generally very hot, and burned his tongue. 

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, tongue now numb and raw. Setting the cup down, Virgil glanced at the man from the corner of his eyes. 

I’m gay. I am so fucking gay.

Hope you enjoy. Let me know what you all think and I’ll be starting a taglist for this one, so if you’re interested in being on it so you’re notified when I begin posting it, let me know with a reply to this post or shoot me an ask. 

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Loceitful > Analogicisms...

Just so you are all aware. :D