#sides hamilton

[sandersidess]

Congratulations

Ship: Romantic Logicality, Past One-Sided Analogical Characters: Virgil, Logan, Patton (mention), and Remy (mention) Warnings: Cursing, Heartbreak, mention of Infidelity Tag: @pllandcompany  Words: 1,059 A/N: This was a trip, trying to show emotions and actions, and next up is what I think is the final part, might be longer and have two songs at the same time. Sorry for any errors Satisfied, The Reynolds Pamphlet, (First) Burn

Virgil walked through the hallway of the house, humming softly as he looked at all the pictures of Patton and Logan. He smiled at seeing Patton’s smile, along with the children in the portrait, all of them having the same smile of Patton’s. He ignored Logan, not caring much for him. He kept walking and stopped as one picture caught his attention.

Patton and Logan’s wedding portrait.

It was both of them, holding hands and their rings seem to be the main focus.

Virgil stared at Logan, shaking his head and soon walked in Logan’s office. Logan was at his table, seeming to be writing down in such a speed and looking dead tired. Virgil closed the door, which seems to catch Logan’s attention now. Logan looked up and gave a small smile as he saw Virgil, getting up.

“Virgil,” Logan breathed out and walked over to him, wanting to hug him once close.

“Logan,” Virgil chuckled and placed a hand on his chest, the article in his hand, “Congratulations.”

Logan looked at Virgil in shock, watching as Virgil walked to his table and looked through his work.

“Virgil, if this is about the article, then let us talk about it,” Logan pleaded, gripping the paper.

“You really are stupid, well, you’re more of an idiot actually,” Virgil threw at him, not hiding his anger, “You have invented a new kind of stupid. A 'damage you can never undo' kind of stupid. An 'open all the cages in the zoo' kind of stupid. 'Truly, you didn't think this through?' kind of stupid,” Virgil shrugged and set down his paper, “You probably thought that nothing would happen to your reputation. That the people of beautiful America would forgive you so easily, and probably forget about whatever you might be doing, didn’t you?”

Logan noticed the sarcasm dripping from Virgil, and he walked closer to him, “Please Virgil, you’re being uncivil and if you could let me exp-”

“No, wait!” Virgil laughed, shaking his head and sitting on his desk, “I’ll summarize the matter,” He cleared his throat and explained, “You were first being accused of something, which turned into a rumor or two. Then, then, you decided to refute those rumors by sharing about an affair that no one accused you of,” He glared at Logan by now, “I, actually Patton and I, begged you to take a break and you refused to.”

“It was a busy ti-”

“No! You were so scared of what your enemies, might do while you were gone,” Virgil by now got off his desk and around the desk, “However, if you haven't realized my dear Sanders, you are your own enemy. You only lose to yourself, you yourself make everything worse for not only you but your family. Did you ever think about what would happen to them?”

“I di-”

“Of course you didn’t!” Virgil groaned, slapping his forehead slightly, “Now, even I can see that you are the world’s biggest selfish piece of shit! You know why Remy can get away with he says?” He asked, walking towards Logan, “He doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response! He actually has a brain when to be mature and know how to take react to certain situations!” He raised his voice at this point, “So yeah! Congratulations!”

“Virgil,” Logan growled slightly, watching as Virgil walked towards the door.

“You have redefined your legacy, congratulations Logan!” Virgil placed his hand on the door knob, tensing at what Logan says.

“It was an act of political sacrifice!” Logan yelled, soon tensing up himself.

“Sacrifice?” Virgil asked, turning back to look at Logan, “You don’t have an idea of what a sacrifice is,” He took a deep breath and shook his head, “I languished in a loveless marriage in Europe. My partner and I just married to keep the family pedigree going, as my father says. The only reason I lived on was to read the letters you sent,” He smiled slightly, tears developing, “I look at you and think 'God, what have we done with our lives and what did it get us?' That doesn’t wipe away the tears and years wasted,” He chuckled and walked closer to Logan and let out a shaky breath, “I’m back in the city and I’m here to stay, and you know what I’m here to do?” He asked as he leaned in.

“Virgil,” Logan whispered, staring at him, leaning in slightly.

“I am not here for you,” Virgil whispered in his ear and pulled back, walking towards his desk, glaring at Logan, “I know Patton like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting, as loving, or as kind, as he is. He is one of a kind,” He chuckled and smiled, “A million years ago at that dance he came up to me and said, ‘This one’s mine…’”

Logan gasped lowly, looking at Virgil with wide eyes, Virgil staring back at him, tears now falling.

“So I stood by, I stood by and let him be happy and marry you,” Virgil grinned, tears falling fast, “Do you know why?” He asked, gripping his shirt, staring right into Logan’s eyes, “I love Patton more than anything else in this pathetic world! I would do anything for him, even kill for him! I will always choose his happiness over mine every time!”

“Patton…” Logan whispered, tears now forming also.

“Patton is the best person we could ever have in our lives!” Virgil shouted, “He’s the person we could wish for! So never lose fact that you have been blessed with the best husband you could ever ask for!” He threw down Logan’s stack of papers, kicking them aside, “Your work will never replace him! Your work is trash next to the amazing human being he is!”

Logan was crying by now, staring at the floor and couldn’t say much out of shame and guilt. Virgil walked towards the door, stopping in front of it and looked at him once more.

“So congratulations, Logan! Remember this and never dare forget, every sacrifice you dare to make is for my brother. I know he would never leave you, so you better give him the best life,” Virgil shouted, opening the door, “Congratulations!”

Virgil slammed the door once he left, Logan standing in his pile of papers as he cried.

[sandersidess]

Best of Husbands, Best of Men

Ship: Romantic Logicality Characters: Logan, Patton, Tag: @pllandcompany, @itsvirgil  Warning: none! Words: 263 A/N: Small and tiny fluff. What do you think of the title?

“Logan?” Patton yawned as he walked over to Logan, who was in the kitchen, “Come back to sleep.”

“I have a meeting early out of town,” Logan said softly, a fire lamp as his source of light, as with Patton also, looking over at him.

“It’s still dark out,” Patton pointed out, walking to him and put his chin on top of Logan’s head.

“I know,” Logan chuckled and kissed his hand around him, “I just need to write something down quickly before I leave.”

“Why do you always write like you’re running out of time?” Patton asked, humming softly as Logan shushed him gently, “Come on, love. Come back to bed, that would be enough.”

“I’ll be back before you know I’m gone,” Logan said and turned around slightly, now looking at Patton, “Go back to bed, my love. You need your sleep.”

“Come back to sleep with me,” Patton whined, still half-asleep as he stared at Logan, “Come on, Logan. Your writing and meeting can wait.”

“This meeting is at dawn,” Logan explained, kissing his hand and smiled softly as he held them.

“Well, I’m going back to sleep,” Patton yawned once more, kissing his head and started to walk away before Logan stopped him.

“Hey, wait,” Logan said softly, getting up and walked to him, kissing him softly and quickly, “Best of husbands and best of men.”

Patton smiled sleepily, kissing him once more before he left. Logan stared at his disappearing figure, sighing and put on his coat. He grabbed his weapon and walked out the door with his letter.

[sandersidess]

Satisfied

Ship: Romantic Logicality, implied Analogical Characters: Virgil, Logan, Patton and Roman (very small) Warnings: Cursing, Heartbreak, Sexual Undertones (very minor), Small Panic Attack (?), please let me know if I miss anything Tag: @shadowheart752 , @la-shava-random , @anony-phangirl, @pllandcompany (if you don’t want to be tagged, do let me know please) Words: 2,220 A/N: I listened to the song like ten times The Reynolds Pamphlet, Congratulations, (First) Burn\

“Alright, alright everybody!” Roman called out and laughed, tapping his spoon on his cup, “The best man is about to talk! Let us give it up for Virgil!”

Everybody clapped and cheered as Virgil came to the middle, having a genuine and forced smile on his face. He raised up his glass, clearing his throat.

“A toast to the groom!” Virgil exclaimed, laughing as everyone chanted the same, “To the other groom!” He winked at Patton, who just giggled and held up his glass, “From your brother, who will always be at your side! To the wonderful union of this amazing couple!”

Everybody cheered and Virgil took a seat, getting uncomfortable at the attention but did it for his brother. He would continue soon, other friends and families giving a speech.

Virgil stared at Logan, gripping his wine glass as he watched how he made his brother smile, laugh, blush. He stared as Patton kissed Logan, which broke his heart and had to look away from seeing Logan smile and be genuinely happy.

‘Fuck, I need air’

He excused himself, telling Roman he would be back soon. He ignored the worried glance, walking outside of the venue and taking in a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds and exhaling slowly. Virgil stared up at the stars, tears forming at the image of Logan smiling and putting that ring on Patton’s finger, both now married for life.

Virgil loved Patton, he did so much. That was his baby brother, how could he not? But Logan was supposed to be his. That night, the night of the dance. He still remembers it.

Virgil sighed as he walked in with his brothers to the ballroom, looking around and feeling out of place. Virgil, Patton, and Emile, we’re all dressed nicely, in new tailored suits, while everyone here was dressed in what seemed like army uniform and old suits.

“Hey! Emile! Pat!” Virgil called out as they left quickly to get drinks. He sighed, deciding to have some fun also, it’s rare he does.

Virgil walked to the drinks table, looking around and watched as many of the men danced with women or men, women were flirting, everybody was drinking. He shook his head and took a drink, walking down the stairs and stood nearby. He was surprised at how nice and in a way, trashy, the ball was, but everybody was having a good time. He smiled as his brother Emile danced with someone, having lost sight of Patton.

“Are you having a good time?”

Virgil jumped and turned around, seeing the person who spoke behind him, having a lazy smirk on his face.

“Dear God, do you always sneak up to people like this?” Virgil asked, taking deep breaths to calm his heart.

“My apologies,” The man chuckled, pushing up his glasses, “That was not my intention. You just seemed to be disinterested, unsatisfied, at the moment.”

“Parties aren’t really my thing. Too many people,” Virgil shrugged, wondering to himself why he was speaking so freely to this person, “And who are you to say I am unsatisfied? This drink is satisfying enough,” He smirked.

“Well, as someone who lacks satisfaction, I can very easily tell,” The man chuckled and held out his hand, “Why don’t we dance, good sir?”

“If only I know the name of said person,” Virgil hummed, taking his hand either way.

“Logan. Logan Sanders,” Logan introduces himself, leading Virgil to the dancefloor, “May I ask for the name of the person who I invited to dance?”

“Virgil. Virgil Foster,” Virgil smiled and placing his hand on Logan’s shoulder and holding his hand with his other.

He let Logan lead the dance, the music has changed and now it was more of a formal dance. Virgil smiled, having small conversations with Logan, feeling free and more open than ever. He took in memory how Logan would smile, give a small in response, his eyes seeming to have a twinkle.

“You said your last name was Sanders, correct?” Virgil asks once the dance ends, “I have never heard of that family name. Where do you come from?”

“Well, I would rather not spill family secrets so early in the night,” Logan blushed, composing himself quickly, “How 'bout I get you another satisfying drink?”

“Why thank you. I’ll wait for you here, Sanders,” Virgil hummed, watching as he left.

Virgil started screaming inside his head, the image of them dancing in his head and he was excited. He knows he found the person he was meant to be with, this was his true love! He wondered if this is what love felt; heart beating so quick, his face flushing, imagining many scenarios! Virgil started having conversations with an old friend, basically excited the whole time as he spoke about Logan. He found out he was the right-hand man of the general, how he was in charge of more than anybody thought. Virgil also found out that he grew up poor, raising in ranks quickly and never seeming to stop. However, Virgil couldn’t care less of his status, all he cared about was how much he loves Logan. How he wants to marry him.

However…

Virgil was still talking excitedly when his baby brother, Patton, ran up to him, seeming to have heart eyes. His heart broke at the words Patton spoke next.

“Virgil! See that guy over there?” Patton giggles and points to Logan, who seems to be having a conversation with a fellow soldier, “I think I love him. I think he’s the one.”

“H-How could you know?” Virgil swallowed thickly, trying to keep his voice from shaking, “You haven’t even talked to him, Patton.”

“Love at first sight, Virgil,” Patton smiled oh-so brightly, it broke Virgil’s heart even more, “I just know he’s the one Virgil.”

“Wait for me near the stairs, the one of the left side of the ballroom,” Virgil smiled and kissed his forehead, tears threatening to come out, “Trust me, dear brother.”

Patton nodded, looking back at Logan once more and did as Virgil said.

Virgil took a deep breath, excusing himself and wiped his eyes quickly. He couldn’t cry. No. He had to be strong, and this was for Patton. His brother deserved the world. Virgil turned around when his name was called, putting on a quick smile as he saw Logan walk over.

“Your drink, good sir,” Logan said and held it out.

“You know, I am very young,” Virgil chuckled and took the drink, “No need to be so formal.”

“I know, it’s fun seeing your reaction,” Logan grinned, taking a drink from his cup.

“Well, I would like to take you somewhere,” Virgil chuckled and gave his drink to someone else, holding out his arm, “Come with me.”

Logan stared at him, not knowing, but trusted him and hooked his arm with Virgil’s, both starting to walk. They had a small chatter, Virgil trying to absorb all of it in.

“Where are you taking me?” Logan asks, looking over to Virgil, who was concentrated on pushing his feelings away.

“I’m about to change your life,” Virgil responded out, smiling at Logan, “Don’t you worry.”

“Then, by all means, lead the way,” Logan smirked, staring ahead.

They soon reached the stairs, Patton standing there and seeming to be bouncing. Virgil cleared his throat, causing Patton to turn around and smile shyly, but still ever so bright.

“Patton Foster, a pleasure to meet you,” Patton introduced himself, bowing quickly.

“Foster?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s my brother,” Virgil pointed out, grinning as Logan chuckled and pulled his arm away from Virgil.

“Thank you for all your service,” Patton slightly gushed, “It means a lot to me that you risk everything for us citizens.”

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it,” Logan grinned, taking Patton’s hand gently and kissed it softly.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Virgil teased, leaving quickly and pushed through everyone to get out.

He had to get out.

He had to.

This was too much.

Virgil gasped for air once outside, tears streaming down his face as he did his best to breathe. It took him awhile, finally able to breathe properly, but the tears still came.

He felt foolish for feeling like this. He felt like an idiot for ever thinking that someone could love him, for falling for someone such as Logan. He knew from the beginning he couldn’t marry Logan.

First of all, he had to find a wealthy spouse, carry on the ‘pedigree’ of their family names. Everyone in town, probably the country, knew who his family and he was. This was set on him since he was the firstborn in his family.

But how Virgil didn’t care. He would have left his family to marry him if possible. He would have thrown away his last name and started over with Logan.

However, Logan was probably after him just for his last name, like all these other men. The thought did hurt, it did make a few tears come out, but at the same time, he felt affection. When they danced, when they talked, the affection was there. He could feel it from the way Logan was gentle, patient and soft while they danced and talked.

The last reason why he couldn’t be with him; his brother. He knew how he was, he knew deep down what Patton craved for. He couldn’t hurt him. Patton was caring, loving, a heart of gold, everybody adored him. Anyone would be lucky to have him. If he had told Patton that he also loved Logan, then Patton would’ve most likely backed away and let him have Logan. He always considered others before him. But he knew it would result in a brokenhearted Patton and he would lie to himself, lie that everything was okay.

Virgil hated all these reasons, hated how he had to tell himself that Logan couldn’t be his. He hated everything so much right now.

All he could do was fantasize about Logan being is Logan proposing to him and marrying him instead. Every night, the stars reminded him of Logan.

As the days passed and turned into weeks, turned into months, Virgil watched how his brother got letter after letter from Logan. He watched how Patton would light up at the letter and soon go and write one for Logan. He was there when Logan asked for his father’s blessing to marry Patton. He was there when Logan proposed and Patton cried of joy. He was there for the planning, for the practice, for everything.

He was there, standing as Patton’s best man.

He was there when they both said ‘I do’

Virgil was always there.

Virgil gasped and shoved away an arm touching his, then turned around and saw Emile standing there, a worried look.

“Are you okay, Virge?” Emile asked softly.

“I’m fine,” Virgil chuckled and wiped his tears, “I’m just overwhelmed. Seeing your baby brother getting married is an emotional moment,” He chuckles and clears his throat, “Now, let’s go back inside. It’s time to finish my toast, isn’t it?”

“Yes, here you go,” Emile nods and hands him a wine glass, walking inside.

Virgil walked through the crowd, smiling and took his place in the middle. Patton and Logan were seated, watching how Patton brightened up at the sight of him, how Logan just gave his signature smirk.

“Seems like I have a toast to finish,” Virgil chuckled, “Let’s do it once more! To the groom!” He yelled happily, holding his cup up, the crowd following, “To the other groom!” He grinned, walking over to Patton and holding his hand, tears forming once again, “From your brother, who will always be at your side!” He smiled and kissed his hand, holding it, “To the union of this couple!”

Everybody cheered, clapping and Virgil needed to wait until it died down, tears streaming down his face once more, but everybody thought it was out of happiness and the overwhelming feeling of emotions.

“May you two be satisfied in life, love, and prosperity. I wish you the best of luck and all the satisfaction in this world!” Virgil ended, his voice cracking and stared at Patton, who also had some tears.

Virgil hugged Patton and the crowd once more cheered, cheering for the best for Patton and Logan. Virgil pulled away and just have Logan a curt nod, walking back to his table, the music soon starting again and people were dancing. Logan and Patton were in the middle, having their own small, slow dance.

Virgil walked away, no one noticing him. He wiped his tears furiously away, but they kept coming. He hated this.

He hated this.

Virgil looked back, seeing how happy Patton was being married to Logan.

‘Logan will never be satisfied.’

Virgil thought bitterly, but his heart ached at the final realization of himself.

‘I will never be satisfied.’

[sandersidess]

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I really want to continue with the Hamilton writings I have done for the sides, with other songs. I want to do Non-Stop (none of these will be written in order) and Logan is Hamilton and Roman is Burr (for those who don’t know) and Thomas is Washington (I think I did that)

What do you guys have to add to that song? Like parts you would add?

[sandersidess]

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So I know I wrote First Burn for Prinxiety and Logicality, the two biggest ships. But at the same time, I want to write it out for different ships. Each one has a different reaction. Like Analogical for example.

Virgil is Eliza and Logan is Hamilton (oops sorry). Anyways, Virgil would be more quiet and his tone would hold more betrayal and malice. He trusted Logan, yet he goes and sleeps around. And, he looks at his brother with such want (either Roman or Patton). Virgil would most likely just burn the letter, not leaving one behind. He would throw everything in Logan’s face and walk away, not looking back.

For Royality (gosh this hurts but it needs to be done) we should make...I guess Patton as Eliza and Roman as Hamilton? Or the other way? Either way, this would be raw emotions. From both side. Be it who it is. They would scream and cry, if possible even tear apart where ever they are. They would tear them down and build up walls around themselves, and would most likely push into what hurts them.

I want to write it, but there are some parts I’m still not good at. I just wanted to get this out because it’s been in my head all day long.

[sandersidess]

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I FORGOT THIS ANIMATIC EXISTED AND I AM LIVING

HERE IS THE LINK

[sandersidess]

Non-Stop (WIP)

Roman groaned as Logan started acting even more extra than him during the first trial of a liberated United States of America. He rolled his eyes at what Logan said,

“...I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt, with my assistant counsel-“

“Co-counsel. Logan, sit down! Our client is innocent, call your first witness,” Roman said and soon the trial started, looking over at Logan, “That’s all you had to say.”

“You’re so uptight,” Logan told Roman as he wrote down notes.

Roman gaped at him and sat down, still in shock at what Logan had just told him.