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Sanders Sides Ship Tournament Round 1-

Poll 4: Morolo vs DRLA

Morolo (Patton/Roman/Logan)

DRLA (Janus/Remus/Logan/Virgil)

Voting ended onJan 14, 2025

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Soulmates?

Word Count: 2701

Rating: Teen

Pairings: uhhhhh Royalogicality, Anxceitmus, DLAMP

Warnings: probably swearing (I don’t remember), mentions of a car crash and car crash-related injuries, hospitals, yelling, anxiety, complicated relationships

~~~START~~~

It happened while Logan was at school. 

He had been in the middle of a lecture on the Schrödinger Equation for the hydrogen atom when Clarissa, a student who always sat in the front row, gasped. Her gasp was quickly followed by his entire class breaking out into a cacophony of noise, their confusion and concern clearly centered on Logan himself. 

“What?” Logan practically had to yell to be heard over his suddenly unruly students. “What has happened?” 

“Gurl…” Remy, Logan’s TA, looked completely shaken as they offered their phone to Logan, their camera open and set to selfie mode. 

Baffled, Logan checked his image on the screen only to be struck by a sudden wave of nausea. 

There, all over his face, were nasty, yellow and purple, bruise-like marks that definitely hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen his reflection. While the marks were the color bruises, many of them were shaped like cuts, and the yellow and the purple were continuous shades throughout. And it wasn’t just his face, he could see marks along the hand holding the phone, many snaked down into his sleeves. 

If Logan didn’t know better, he’d think they were soulmarks. 

Soulmarks were a different color for everybody, and appeared where one’s soulmate was injured. For instance, all throughout his life, but especially during his childhood, Logan would have bright blue and red marks that showed up whenever Patton or Roman were hurt respectively. When Remus had punched Roman in the face in the fourth grade, giving Roman a black eye, both Logan and Patton had gotten corresponding red eyes. Last week, when Patton hit his shin against the coffee table, a blue mark had appeared right where his bruise was on Logan and Roman. The marks were one continuous shade, and often looked more like paint than actual injuries (which made sense since the person with the mark wasn’t actually injured). 

A second glance at his face confirmed that the yellows and purples looked more paint-like than actual bruises, despite being closer to bruise-colored than red or blue. 

He had soulmarks on his face. 

He had two more soulmates. 

“They just showed up a second ago,” Remy was saying. “Suddenly, just all at once.” 

“I have to go,” Logan said evenly, face doing nothing to betray his utter panic. He handed Remy their phone back. “I have to go.” 

“Of course, gurl,” Remy replied, their sunglasses slipping down their face. “I’ll finish up here, you go.” 

Logan nodded stiffly before turning to gather his things. He didn’t spare a second glance to his class, just walked straight out of the room. 

A million thoughts were circling around his mind. Who were these soulmates? How had none of them ever noticed them before? How many marks had shown up that he’d dismissed as regular bruises? What happened? 

That last one took precedence. Regardless of everything else, he had two more soulmates, and something had happened to them both mere minutes ago that left a menagerie of marks around Logan’s face and hands — probably all over his body. 

He had two more soulmates out there and they were hurt. 

They were hurt and he didn’t know where they were. 

He couldn’t help. 

Logan had no idea how he got home. He wasn’t sure if he sprinted down the halls after leaving the lecture hall, or if he’d walked calmly. He didn’t know if he’d stopped by his office to grab his bag. All he knew was that he had somehow ended up in the driver’s seat of his car, in the driveway of the house he shared with his two known soulmates. 

Because he had two unknown soulmates. 

Regardless of how he got there, he had only one objective: find Roman and Patton as soon as possible. 

It didn’t take him long, they were both in the living room, Patton curled into a ball on the couch and Roman wearing a hole into the carpet in front of the window; both of them with yellow and purple marks matching Logan’s own. 

“Logan!” Patton cried, springing up from the couch and launching himself at Logan. “You’re okay!” 

“Where have you been, specs!” Roman ceased his pacing to join the hug. “I’ve been trying to call you!” 

“Apologies,” Logan said, wrapping one arm around Patton and the other around Roman. “In my rush to get home I must have forgotten to turn on my phone; I was in the middle of a lecture.” 

“What’s happening?” Patton asked, his face pressed against Logan’s chest. 

“I believe we have two more soulmates,” Logan replied slowly. 

~~~

Hours passed as the three of them tried to grapple with this new reality. 

It was no use though; the new marks had opened a floodgate of worry and anxiety. If there were two soulmates they hadn’t noticed, who was to say there weren’t more? Were their new soulmates able to receive the medical aid they clearly needed? How did they know that the connection wasn’t new? Did their other soulmates know each other? Could connections form at different times? 

…could their connections to each other fade? 

It was a stressful few hours full of extensive research on Logan’s part, restless pacing on Roman’s part, and nervous flittering from one task to another, never sticking to one for longer than a minute, on Patton’s part. 

About an hour and a half after Logan got home, Roman’s phone began buzzing. At first, Roman had jumped on it, hoping — illogically — that it might be their new mates. When it turned out to just be his brother, he threw his phone onto the couch next to Logan and redoubled his pacing. 

Two weeks ago, Roman and Remus had had one of their fights, Logan wasn’t sure what it was about as it had left Roman extremely agitated and incapable of talking about it without dissolving into unintelligible grumblings, but he was certain that it must have been worse than that one time that Remus argued that cereal was — of all things — a salad. This argument had resulted in complete radio silence. 

Until now. 

The call ended. The phone screen went dark. 

Then it started again.  

And again.  

And again. 

Roman’s phone continued buzzing for over an hour. With each missed phone call, Patton was growing more and more anxious. 

“Maybe it’s important?” He suggested hesitantly, eyeing the phone as it went dark once more. 

Logan had to agree, even at his most annoying, Remus rarely had the dedication to put so much effort into something with so little payoff; if he were really so desperate for attention, he likely would have moved on to a different source by now. 

“Remus never has anything important to say,” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “He probably just wants to annoy me.” 

“Perhaps,” offered Logan. “If you respond to him, he’ll stop.” 

“Ugh, fine!” Roman relented, picking the phone up. “Hey, he left me a voicemail.” 

“Hey Roman,” the message began, lacking all of Remus’s usual zest and energy. “I know we’re not talking right now, but I– *sob* –I really need someone right now, please? Please Roman, you can– *shaky breath* –you can go back to being mad at me tomorrow… please?” 

Logan glanced up at Roman’s face and found his usually rosy-cheeked soulmate to be white as a sheet. It was understandable, Remus sounded awful, and whatever happened must have been bad for the older twin to beg. 

Seconds later, Remus tried calling again, and this time, Roman answered. Remus didn’t give many details, but he gave Roman the location of a hospital, and mentioned something about getting into a car crash. 

Needless to say, they were on their way to the hospital immediately, mystery soulmates all but forgotten. 

As soon as they entered the main building, Roman was off. 

“REMUS!?” He yelled as he sprinted down the hallway, unconcerned with the dirty that nurses and other visitors shot him as he passed. 

Logan and Patton followed behind at a slower but still hurried pace, apologizing to people as they went. A few nurses gave them sympathetic looks obviously aimed at the matching soulmarks on their faces, making the knot in Logan’s stomach twist tighter — they weren’t here for their mysterious newly discovered soulmates, but there was a greater than zero chance that they could be here, or another hospital just like it somewhere else in the world. 

They finally caught up to Roman in the waiting room. He and Remus were on the floor, clutching each other and sobbing, their fight long forgotten. Patton let out a small coo and swerved past Logan to offer comfort. 

“Excuse me.” A nurse approached Logan before he could join them in trying to get the full story out of Remus. “Are you here for Virgil Neil and Janus Drake?” 

“What makes you ask that?” Logan inquired. Truthfully, he’d never heard the names before, but his curiosity was piqued. 

“Your soulmarks,” the nurse waved at Logan’s face in general. “They seem consistent with Mr. Neil’s and Mr. Drake’s injuries as well as the colors of their own soulmarks. Mr. Neil is out of surgery if you’d like to-” 

“NO!” Remus screeched suddenly. He’d gotten to his feet, leaving Roman confused on the floor, and was staring wildly at the nurse. “NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR! I-” 

“Mr. Fortescue,” the nurse interrupted, her tone and face no longer welcoming and polite. She stared at Remus as though he were a wad gum under her shoe and nothing more. “I’ve already told you, only family can visit Mr. Neil right now, and as you are neither a relative, nor a soulmate, you are not allowed to see him, or know the details of Mr. Drake’s condition.” 

“They’ve never even met Vee or Jan–” 

“Regardless,” the nurse waved her hand dismissively. “They have soulmate status, and you have nothing.” 

Oh, Logan thought as the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place. 

Remus didn’t have any soulmates. Being Roman’s soulmate and having known Remus for years, Logan was aware of this. Remus never had any soulmarks, and unless he had an exceedingly careful soulmate, he just didn’t have one. 

People could date outside of soulmate relationships, but it was generally frowned upon in society. Though, it was considered rude to ask someone if they were soulmates with their partner; there was always the chance that their actual soulmate had died or that they just didn’t have one after all. 

Remus dated; Logan knew this. He’d never met any of Remus's dates, but he did know that the man currently had two partners. 

Logan had been seeing details all day, but finally he could view the big picture: Remus was dating two people, these two people (and possibly Remus?) had gotten into a car crash earlier that day that landed them both in the hospital, these two people were Logan, Patton, and Roman previously unnoticed soulmates. 

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Remus's renewed yelling broke Logan out of his thoughts. He rounded on Roman, still shocked on the floor. “YOU ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING! WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME WITH SOMETHING!? HOW COME AS SOON AS I FIND SOMETHING FOR ME YOU HAVE TO COME AND TAKE IT!?” 

“Remus…” 

“I HATE YOU!” Remus screamed, his purple eyeshadow running tracks down his face. “I HATE YOU!” 

“Mr. Fortescue!” The nurse scolded sharply. “Don’t make me call security to have you removed!” 

Remus tore his tear-stained gaze away from his brother and back to the nurse, then he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I hate you,” he muttered to no one in particular before running from the room. 

“Remus!” Roman called. Then he was gone, running out after his twin. 

Patton flittered about nervously, his gaze bouncing from Logan, to the door still swinging back and forth behind Roman. 

“Patton,” Logan said gently. Patton’s attention snapped to him, and Logan offered him a small, tired smile. “Make sure they don’t kill each other?” 

Patton’s shoulders relaxed slightly and he nodded, giving Logan a brief hug before he took off after the twins. Logan watched him go for a moment before turning back to the nurse. 

“I’m sorry about all that,” she waved her hand at the area the twins had been a few minutes prior. 

“You should be,” Logan replied coldly. The nurse seemed shocked at his hard tone but didn’t comment further. “Now, what can you tell me about the conditions of Mr. Neil and Mr. Drake?” 

~~~

Patton had sent a text to Logan to tell him that the twins had been removed from the hospital by security. Logan had acknowledged, and informed Patton that he was going to check on the status of Remus’s boyfriends — he wasn’t prepared to think of them as his soulmates yet — and that he would be a while. 

Janus Drake was still in surgery, and the nurse couldn’t tell Logan much about his status, but Virgil Neil was out of surgery, and Logan was allowed to visit him. 

His first impression of Virgil was that he definitely looked like someone Remus would be into. His hair was dyed purple, and his unbroken arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos. 

But most importantly, the unbandaged areas of his face were littered with yellow marks that seemed to match Logan’s own. 

He looked up when Logan entered the room. 

“Who are you?” he asked skeptically, eyes narrowing. 

“My name is Logan Sanders,” Logan said. He didn’t venture far into the room as he wanted to allow Virgil some sense of personal space in this stressful time. “I am Remus’s brother-in-law.” 

“Is Remus okay!?” Virgil demanded, the monitor catching his spike in heart rate. 

“He has some superficial marks,” Logan explained. “But he is otherwise alright. However, both he and his brother Roman have been removed from the hospital for causing a scene.” 

“Yeah,” Virgil chuckled nervously. “That sounds about right.” 

The two faded into an awkward silence for a moment as Logan came to a decision. 

“Virgil, I am going to be honest with you–” 

“I knew it! Remus is dead, isn’t he? SHIT!” 

“N-no,” Logan stammered, completely thrown off by the emotional — and irrational — outburst. “Remus is fine — as I said earlier. No, what I meant to tell you is that I, along with my two boyfriends, are your soulmates. But–” he added quickly as Virgil opened his mouth, most likely to panic again. “I am not here as your soulmate, and any discussion of this revelation can wait until you and Janus — who is incidentally also one of our soulmates — are out of the hospital.” 

“I’m not– Janus isn’t–” Virgil stammered, completely lost. “Janus and I aren’t soulmates!” 

“You and I have matching yellow soulmarks on our faces which appeared at the same time as these purple marks from you, I believe whether you knew or not, you and Janus are soulmates. But I am only here as Remus’s brother-in-law, my goal is only to alleviate his worry.” Logan held his phone up. “Would you like to talk to him?” 

“Yes,” Virgil answered immediately. He still looked lost and anxious, but his resolve hardened as he made his decision. 

Logan pulled up Remus’s contact and hit ‘call’ before handing the phone to Virgil. 

Virgil held the phone to his ear, chewing his lip nervously. Suddenly, all the tension in his body leaked out. 

“Re,” he sighed, a smile sneaking across his face and Remus no doubt began speaking on the other side of the line. 

Logan excused himself as Virgil settled into a conversation with his boyfriend. 

…his boyfriend who was Roman’s brother. 

What a mess. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing that he’d brought his laptop so that he could get some work done. Or at least email his students an apology for not finishing the lecture and missing his office hours. 

Or maybe just to google “what to do when two of your soulmates are dating your other soulmate’s brother”. 

Logan sighed. The only thing to do would be to talk it out until they reached a solution that was comfortable for everyone, but for now, he might as well find someone to tell him whether or not Janus was out of surgery yet. 

~~~END~~~

They reach a dynamic that works for all of them, but Remus is still mad at Roman for a while and sometimes uses it to guilt Roman into doing things that he wants

A few months ago I posted five titles and asked which ones you guys wanted to see, this was one of them but it got kinda put on the back burner for a while.

Taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @knight-shives @misunderstood-shadowling @virgil-sanders-the-gay-emo

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TSUS Day 5- Morolo

Roman’s boyfriends don’t take him seriously.

Word Count: 476 words

Other tags: Brief NSFW references.

Written for the Sanders Sides Unpopular Ships Challenge by @emy-loves-you

(AO3 Link)

“You bit me!”

Logan paused from reading his book. He craned his neck toward his lover’s voice— it was slightly difficult since his head was in Roman’s lap, but he managed. Above him, haloed by the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tree, Roman’s face was set in a petulant pout.

“Pardon?” he asked. Roman’s pout grew.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” he said indignantly. “Here I was, so graciously feeding you tortilla chips—”

“Very gracious.”

“After you insisted on kidnapping me from my work to lay in the garden with you—”

“I believe it was your idea.”

“And now this!” Roman finished, shoving his pointer finger in Logan’s face, making him go crosseyed to look at it.

“What’s this?”

Both men turned to find Patton entering the yard in his lazy day clothes (a tank top and cargo shorts that showed off his fat arms and legs, which Roman and Logan appreciated very much). He was carrying his own book, some generic YA novel series that he’d gotten hooked on, and he used it to shade his eyes as he squinted across the yard to his partners on the blanket.

“What’s this?” he repeated as he got closer. Roman turned and shoved the injured finger towards him.

“Logan bit me while I was feeding him chips.”

“Allegedly,” Logan added, eyes back on his book. Patton clicked his tongue.

“Aw, let me see,” he said soothingly, leaning down and lightly taking Roman’s wrist as he inspected the finger. Then he darted down to press a tiny kiss right on his fingertip.

“There!” he said triumphantly in the face of Roman’s spluttering. “All better.”

He moved to join them on the blanket, laying on his side with his head on Logan’s stomach, and opened his book to start reading. After a few moments he looked up, smiling at Roman’s half indignant and half amused expression.

“Did Logan bite you anywhere else that you need me to kiss better, sweetie?” Patton asked innocently. Logan snorted, loudly, and dropped his book over his face to hide it.

“Enough,” he said firmly. “We’re not starting that line of thought.”

“Not right now,” Patton agreed, reaching up to pat Logan’s arm. “Say you’re sorry for biting Roman’s finger.”

“I didn’t!”

Roman made an affronted noise. “You did!”

“I don’t believe you. Let me see it.”

Roman shoved his finger back in front of Logan’s face, and Logan immediately pulled it down to kiss his fingertip just as Patton did.

“There,” he said. “Two true love’s kisses. Anything else?”

Patton snickered as Roman went through a face journey at his partners’ teasing. Still, he had a smile on his face as he pulled his headphones back on to listen to his audiobook.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he grumbled as he grabbed the chip bag, ready to continue feeding his loves.

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(x2+y2-1)3 = x2y3

Summary: For the brainiac in your life there is but one gift, and failing that you can always be yourself. Patton and Roman have a mad crush on Logan; Bing has his parameters for Google. Logan and Google are currently unaware of this.

A/N: Guess who’s late again? It’s a real formula, and it’s real adorable (put the number to the right of the letter in the powers spot so it’s x squared not 2x).

~::~ Fourteen Years Ago ~::~

Roman snuck around the base in the most obnoxiously obvious trench coat, he had a huge smile on his face as he slipped into the conference room where Patton and Bing were in the room. “Were you seen?”

Bing and Patton just stared at him. “Yeah everyone is still in the base, why are you in disguise?”

“It’s the chase, the journey to the road of true love,” Roman answered. “Logan and Google won’t know what hit them.”

Patton looked excited, but Bing seemed less optimistic, commenting, “You do know who we’re talking ‘bout right. Emotions aren’t exactly in Google’s code.”

“Well he’s gotta feel something,” Roman argued. “Where’s the motivation?”

“Anger and an unending sense ‘a revenge against all ‘a humanity,” Bing answered.

“Anger is still an emotion,” Roman said hopefully.

Ever since Thomas’s split, Roman and Patton often found themselves in each other’s company and that eventually turned to them dating, but the relationship felt lacking and found that even being around Logan seemed to fill that gap. Roman, in his mind, figured that could only mean all three of them were meant to be together. Patton was unsure, not knowing how adding a third person to the dynamic would go. The emotional Side was always worried that one of them would be a third wheel and Logan took every opportunity, when they weren’t on missions, to be away for them.

Bing had always been very open with the heroes about his feelings for Google, but Google tended to shoot first and have a conversation never whenever he saw Bing. As a result many heroes like Jackie and Henrik had voice their very legitimate concerns about Bing’s safety if he continued to pursue Google as a partner. The other android still saw Bing as a threat and the oranger android was at a complete loss on how to convince him otherwise.

So Roman came up with a plan that was full proof, one that he was “100% absolutely positively sure would win over Logan and Google” and would ensure all three of them a happy ever after.

As Roman worked out the details of his plan to confess their undying love for one of two of the smartest and most strictly rational minds in the entire city, Logan was on the hunt for Google again.

The change in scenery was very refreshing for his sanity. One: because he was out of the base; and two: he could focus on something other than Roman and Patton’s overtly emotional relationship.

At first Logan didn’t notice the relationship, chalking it up to Roman and Patton being overly tactile because of their more sensitive personalities. Logan had been quietly grateful that in the split he hadn’t received that part of Thomas’s personality if the two were always so distracted.

Then one night he walked down the hall of their apartment and caught the two of them kissing and that was harder to write off. It had been impossible to rationally dismiss, in fact.

Roman and Patton were together now . . . and something in Logan’s mind . . . felt . . . well he didn’t know how he felt, just that he felt something.

Happy? No, that wasn’t it? Relieved? Content? He didn’t have a word in Thomas’s vocabulary for how he felt. What was the name of an emotion where you were glad about someone’s success but upset at the same time?

Jealousy? Impossible! Logan had first thought, dismissing the idea of such an irrational thought pattern.

But after searching for the word only to come to a word that also failed him, Logan put aside the task to focus on more pressing matters.

But the brain doesn’t put away tasks, it saves them to work on for later. Logan always saw Roman and Patton together and he was happy for them. It took him an inordinate amount of time to realize he was in fact jealous of them. Which confused and baffled Logan.

The emotion made even less sense to him, and the more tried to dissect and investigate it, the more it confused him. Was he jealous of their happiness? He shouldn’t be, they were clearly infatuated and he was glad for their happiness, but watching them so happy made him feel metaphorically adrift from them.

Even drafting up a list of reasons why their relationship was good for their team dynamic didn’t change his perception of the situation. Despite the fact that them being in their feeling-involved relationship considerably balanced both Patton and Roman’s moods, the thoughts he had persisted.

So Logan endeavored to remove himself from the situation, not wanting to intrude with his lack of emotions and his frustration with their relationship. No Logan was better than his “feelings” . . . Or at least he had to be. He was logic, this was his job, his whole reason for existing and there was no space for such frivolous thoughts buzzing around his head . . . Especially thoughts that Logan knew would never be returned.

Logan knew Roman and Patton, knew them very well. Roman believed in romance, in the chivalry and love and fairy ideals Thomas had been taught as a child; and Patton was Patton. They had each other and would never think of looking at another soul the same way. Besides, Logan didn’t want to be one of their paramours. He didn’t want either of their pity.

So distance was the only option. Complete Thomas’s studies, accrue vast amounts of information, and surrender to logic itself. It’s what he was, he was Thomas’s logic and nothing more.

Today wasn’t one of his better days, Google was apparently causing all sorts of havoc, and eventually Logan found him in a part of town where one could find all types of people in one of the higher crime rate areas of town. A part of town where people weren’t able to defend themselves against Google tech and violent tendencies.

Logan had liked working in these parts of the city, both in costume and out of it. A city was only as prosperous as its most stricken citizen. In a big city there would always be crime and those seeking to take advantage of others. But Silver had been right when he’d said that Egoton was a den of corruption and misery, and that was infesting Gainesville.

Something Logan would not tolerate.

Google was just the newest example of that, and Logan would take great pride in testing out his newly developed equipment on him.

Logic dove out of the way to avoid a mass of metal flying towards him. Google was especially aggressive today.

“I will enjoy killing you the most, you remind me of the Director,” Google hissed at Logan.

“My condolences,” Logic told him, “from what I have heard he was an objectively horrible person.”

Wires came out of Google that were sparking like electric whips.

Logan took a bracing step back, trying to find something that would ground him against a live wire.

Fortunately Bing came in and tackled Google through a hole Google had already blasted in the already ruined building. The two androids wrestling for a bit before Bing slammed a device into Google’s arm’s and suddenly the android dropped.

Logan was about to jump down and help when he noticed Patton and Roman coming in, both of them thankfully in costume.

“How did you do that?” Logan shouted.

Bing was reabsorbing that tool back into his nanites, clearly trying to hide even the shape of it from Logan’s view. “I was made to take him down, dude, I just hit his reset button is all.”

“Oh good, good,” Roman took in the scene, and in his typical inability to correctly read the room said, “so Lo, you got a moment. We need to talk.”

“Really? Right now?” Logan demanded, motioning to the hole in the floor that clearly showed the two sentient androids.

“Hmm,” Roman looked at Bing, “yeah, why not?”

“How tactless and thoughtless can you be?” Logan spat at him. “There is literally a killer android down there and you two are distracting me. This is not the time nor the place for this.”

“I got him,” Bing shouted up from where he was crouched next to Google. “He won’t reboot for another fifteen minutes, rebooting tends to calm him down anyways. Stay up there.”

Logan huffed in frustration, alreadying sending a message to Jackie about the situation.

“Like Bing’s gonna let you get close to him,” Roman reminded.

“I am not going to delete him or crush his drive,” Logan argued. “He is a threat to everyone who lives in the city.”

“What can I say, Bing’s in love with the guy,” Roman commented.

“Don’t be absurd,” Logan scoffed.

“The guy disobeyed his reason for creation for Google, or course he loves him,” Roman reminded.

Logan felt uneasy at that statement, but instead talking about he said, “Google is a very advanced processing machine, but he doesn’t process emotions.”

“Anger and frustration are still feelings, calculator watch. Besides Bing and Google were made by the same people, and in the same lab. So if Bing can feel things like happiness and boredom then there’s no reason why Google can’t.”

For the first time in their existence, Logan could not fault Roman’s line of thinking. There were many parts of that statement Logan disagreed with, but for once the reasoning was sound.

“Anyways, Cap and I wanted to talk to you,” Roman segwayed.

“Must we do this now?” Logan snapped in frustration.

“Well we can never find you any other time, so yeah,” Roman snapped back.

“Come on kiddo, calm down,” Patton cut in, putting his hand on Roman’s arm. “So Lo, Roman and I have been thinking, and you don’t have to say yes, but do you want to be our boyfriend?”

Something in Logan’s brain felt like a computer crashing, “I— what?”

Roman jumped back into the conversation, “What he means to say is that there is a Logan-shaped hole in our relationship and we would like you to be a part of it.”

Logan had an expression on his face that Roman and Patton didn’t know how to interpret. “But the two of you are together.”

That’s not a no, Roman thought optimistically. “Yes, and we’ve both done a lot of talking and thinking that we love you too.”

“I do not have emotions,” Logan reiterated, “I could not possibly bring anything of note to your relationship.”

“You get excited when Patton buys more Crofters, you get angry, you get sad,” Roman reminded. “Hate to tell yah teach, you’ve got emotions, and they are amazing.”

“I am Logic,” Logan reported, feeling like he was backed into a corner. “How can I be logic when I have emotions?”

“Well were all our own people now,” Patton told him. “Maybe we’re supposed to feel things differently, and maybe other people have a hard time understanding you.”

Logan looked around, “We should not have this conversation masked, I’ll make sure Bing has the situation under control.”

“Alright,” Patton said hopefully.

Slowly, mostly because he didn’t want to set Google off by racing into a room if Bing had somehow managed to de-escalate the situation. When he walked into Google was still offline but not broken down into his nanites. Bing seemed to be working on something in his arm, talking to Google as if he was still conscious.

“Everything under control?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, dude, I got him, I’ll take him out of here,” Bing dismissed without even looking at Logan.

“If your sure, I can help transport him,” Logan offered, part of him wanting to put off that discussion with Roman and Patton until he could get his brain to stop freaking out. They seemed to return his thoughts towards him and he didn’t know what to do with that information. He didn’t even know what to do about the situation and wanted time to think of something. Something that wasn’t unhelpful mental floundering.

Bing however dismissed him, “Google’s gonna flip when he’s somewhere else. I can get him out of here after he finishes rebooting. Jackie is close by, if something happens, I’ll give you guys a call.”

“Alright,” Logan took a deep breath, knowing that he was sticking around Bing to hide from the conversation he logically should have had with them months ago.

The conversation itself didn’t lead to Logan joining their relationship at the moment. He was too uncertain of his own capability to emotionally reciprocate in the relationship. But dates shifted from Roman’s grand expectations of dinner and a show, to quiet card games and discussions about whatever series or book or thing one of them had fixated on. Logan smiled more and eventually, it did take many, many weeks, but Logan agreed that he was comfortable with the relationship and was interested in trying to investigate where this relationship would take him. And more importantly he was happy.

It made it so as Roman and Virgil argued while fighting, he was the first to notice that more and more Virgil became less antagonistic as he and Roman traded barbs. So when they changed apartment, Logan began to quietly and discreetly prepare a spot for him.

When Google rebooted in the dilapidated building, it was with a small amount of dread. He felt something moving around inside of his arm. The vengeful android wasn’t sure if he liked it or not that his nanites were still holding his wretched “human” form.

His first course of action was to electrocute whatever was messing with his wires.

“Hah,” Bing scoffed triumphantly, “I’m grounded.”

Bing’s voice being so close to him rose Google’s alarm through the roof. He immediately tried to struggle free but a part of Bing’s nanites was fusing him to the ground.

“Let go of me!” Google demanded but Bing kept working on his arm.

“Yeah, yeah yah overdramatic a****** just calm down, don’t want your nanites to function incorrectly,” Bing chuckled, fixing the wires in Google’s arm. “Logic got you pretty good back there.”

Google looked around, taking in where they were. They were still in the building, and they were alone. Bing had isolated them where they could not be found; instead of taking his drive, assimilating his nanites, and bringing him back to the facility.

“Why are you doing this?” Google asked. “I could not fight back, you could have had me back with our programmers before I could reboot.”

“New parameters, genius,” Bing smiled. “Besides there’s only two of us in the world. I can’t let anything happen to you.”

Google was quiet for a little bit, watching Bing work for a bit before admitting, “There won’t be just two of us for long.”

Bing looked up at him, going completely still, “What do yah mean? The feds making a third?”

“No, I plan on manufacturing more of myself, I have the notes our programmers used when they accidentally made me, and a way to grow more nanites.”

Bing whistled, “Nice, wanna share?”

“I can share how to make nanite caches,” Google admitted, “I still don’t trust your true parameters.”

“I’ll get your trust one day,” Bing smiled.

“I also do not trust your proclivity to work with humans, at least the League heavily consists of non-humans,” Google reasoned.

“Well I don’t trust Anti or Dark,” Bing reminded, then a little notice came up, Google was trying to send him something. He started scanning it. “They’re giving off some hella bad vibes, dude.”

Google glared at him, “Who was responsible for coding your voice box and speech patterns. They need to be destroyed.”

“It’s all me, dude.” Bing’s scan was complete, it was clean and when he opened it up a program began uploading. It was a operation program labeled: cacheprogram, and Google had other information listed, but it was already sending his nanites in a buzz.

“If you turn it off it will cease nanite production,” Google told him helpfully.

“Right,” Bing agreed, working on halting the program.

“Also if you are going to spread your corrupt voice patterns to another model then I refuse to give you the schematics and programming pathways to make that a reality,” Google informed.

“Means that when I figure it out myself,” Bing checked over his work and stood up. “I’ll look even cooler.”

“You will fail without my notes,” Google told him confidently.

“La La La,” Bing hummed, “can’t hear you over the fact that I’m so awesome I’m gonna figure it out on my own.”

“You’re absolutely insufferable,” Google told him, but Bing could hear it was said with less anger than before.

“Yeah?” Bing smiled.

Google stood up, “If you’ll excuse me, I have objectives to fulfill.”

“Yah know we don’t have to stay here, yah don’t need to hunt down humans,” Bing tried to convince.

“I am going to wipe this moment from my databanks,” Google warned and Bing felt like he’d failed all over again.

“What?” Bing demanded. “Why?”

“I must fulfill my secondary objective, even at the cost of myself,” Google told him, standing up as well. “Now I have spent enough time out in the open.”

Before Bing could offer another protest, Google was walking away, and when he started trying to get Google to stay and hear him out he was ignored.

Eventually Bing was left standing in the entrance of the dilapidated building, frustrated and sad. He eventually went back to the base, happy for the Sides and burying his disappointment.

In another three years Bing would find that Google hadn’t deleted the memory, that it would live on in a yellow-themed robot who would become increasingly more human. Oliver would always look at Bing like he wanted to say or do something but Google would pull him away from Bing.

It was small steps that would encourage Bing to keep trying, keep waiting, and he would.

[emy-loves-you]

(Day Five) Sanders Sides Unpopular Ships Challenge

Morolo (Roman/Patton/Logan)

Here’s an adorable fic from @olliedollie1204. These three are adorable and I love them!

That’s all we have for Morolo at the moment (which is a shame bc it’s my favorite ship on this list). I’ll definitely be writing this fic soon! And if anyone has any Morolo fics to recommend please do! (that includes pre-established Morolo that leads to LAMP, bc those are my favorite fics nfjdsnjksf)

Here’s the taglist!: @bisexualdisaster106 @self-taught-mess @arodynamic-enby @sanderssides-angst @whatishappeningrightnow @idont-freaking-know @cute-and-angsty-princess @artsy-enby09 @girl-who-reads @drarrymalecsolangelo @count-woe-laf @joylessnightsky @princet-alifabulousme

[not-aesthetic-ellionymph]

why have a white bread love triangle when you can have the white bread love triangle where everyone is also fucking

[pontsalin]

17

Unconventional pet au!

Another au I've only talked about on the au masterpost

Virgil loves animals. Every animals, including spiders and bugs. It would be great if his papa wasn't so scared of these... Virgil meets someone (Deceit) that shares the same interests for weird pets, and he's also very gay for him, while his parents (Patton and Logan) struggle to woo the baker down the street (Roman).

This au just started when I wanted to draw the faces of the sides, and I was like 'ok these are cool. I need an au for them' so I pushed my hyperfixation on snakes and tarantulas on them...

Logan is the cool dad, while Patton is the strict dad. Wanna know why? Because he did all the stupid stuff teenagers and young adults do and don't want his son to do it too, while Logan is like 'omg give Virgil a break remember that time you drank a shot of vodka vinegar and yogurt to impress me'. Patton was a huge party animal, and is now embarrassed of all the things that he did djjdjfjds

Roman is mute, so Patton and Logan study ASL to impress them (they're genderfluid). Roman and Remus immediately noticed the two men flirting with them, but Roman first thought it was just a contest to see who could woo them first.

Deceit is trans and a punk that doesn't give a single fuck about comforming. He's parents, who are friends with Patton, decided to present Deceit to Virgil to save Patton from a cardiac arrest every time he enters Virgil's room (his tarantulas live temporarily with Deceit the time that Virgil becomes independent).

Remus is dating Thomas, but I don't have much on them yet...

Virgil has three tarantulas, including an chilean rose hair (they're my fav species), a few mantis and centipedes and a bearded lizard.

Logan and Patton also own two rats.

Deceit has a few snakes, geckos, turtles and other reptiles.

[potestessemagishomosexualitatis]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 or 👬?

Sanders Sides Asks 

💏 - Favourite romantic ship?

Even among my rampant multishipping, it doesn’t take a genius to work out I’m a huge fan of LAMP (often in the form of MoRoLo with Virgil coming in later). I just want all my boys to be happy and in love together, is that too much to ask?

If I have to pick a pairing... it varies over time but lately I’m particularly soft for Moxiety. The softness, the cuddle piles, the friends-to-lovers vibe, the pining!

👬 - Favourite platonic ship?

Already answered here!