Now I am in no way a multi shipper but y’all are really sleeping on a quality consept so I just have to do this for you.
A harem anime au.
We have all the important troupes filled:
- low key twincest: one is best boi and one is garbage.The protagonist cannot tell them apart but it’s fine cause their both cute
- childhood friend: wants what’s best for protagonist. Super cute.
- smart tsndere: too good for this shit.
-Yandere: manipulative liar
Now you may be thinking: Meow this is all fine and dandy but who is the protagonist? This isn’t some self insert fanfic right?
And to that I say.
Virgil.
Virgil is the protagonist.
And I don’t mean we make Virgil fit the protagonist stereotypes no no no.We take the Virgil from canon and make him the protagonist.Virgil who is tired of everyone’s bs.Virgil “I will prohibit your breathing” Sanders is our protagonist.
Imagine the comedy? The drama? Virgil’s absolute confusion as to why everyone is suddenly in love with him?Gold!
Here are some examples of the amazing interactions you could do:
- Virgil: “So you’re telling me that Roman and Remus are... dating... You guys do realize that there siblings right? Like their twins? Do you not see the problem here???
-Virgil calling his friend: Oh my god bro your not gonna believe this. 5 hot guys are just randomly into me.Like really into me. No no no man this is like bad. Bro there all really pretty and there FIGHTING OVER ME. BRO ONE OF THEM HAS A KNIFE. HELP.
After Roman and Patton’s Twelve Days of Christmas bit, Virgil retired to his room with a sigh. What was up with his line? Yeah, the replacement line that Roman had written had been cute, and he had loved it - and he had admittedly had fun hanging out with everyone - but why had Roman thought the original line would be something he would have wanted to sing?
With another sigh, he shook his head and plopped down onto his bed.
A knock at his door came a little while later, and he flicked one hand to let the door swing open. He turned his head, not wanting to get up just yet, and saw Logan standing in the doorway, refusing to enter the room.
Which was understandable, considering the effect his room had on the other sides.
“What can I do for you, pocket protector?” he hummed, sitting up.
“I…” Logan swallowed thickly, adjusting his glasses. “I understand that you did not like Patton and Roman’s celebration for your first Christmas with us, but I have yet to give you my present for you.”
A single eyebrow shot up on the anxious side’s forehead and he got to his feet. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Lo.”
“Yet I did anyways.” A rare smile graced his face and he held out a hand for Virgil to take. The two of them had been growing closer and closer since the debate, never having the discussion about their relationship, but it was clear to anyone who was around them for more than a few minutes that they were in love.
With a small smile, Virgil slipped his hand into Logan’s, fingers threading together, before the two of them headed towards the living room of the mindscape. Virgil gasped in shock as he looked around the room. Every inch of it had been decorated for the holiday. But not in the way one usually decorated for it.
A Christmas tree sat in the corner, yes, but the decorations were fake spiderwebs and plastic spiders. Fake shrunken heads hung from the walls like garland. The television screen was resting at the play menu to Nightmare Before Christmas, Virgil’s favorite movie. The lights had been replaced with blacklights that illuminated the bleached skulls that Logan had placed on the end tables.
It was, in short, perfect.
“You didn’t have to do all this, you know,” Virgil said, hardly able to mask his excitement as he pulled Logan to sit down on the couch.
“I am well aware of that,” Logan replied, reaching up and tucking the anxious side’s bangs behind his ear. “However, to see that smile of yours, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do.”
Virgil was sitting at the kitchen table, astounded at Logan. “I believe that makes 13 today, Virgil,” Logan responded. He was starting to shake, his legs bouncing around more than usual.
Virgil’s eyes widened. “Wow, you’re close to beating my record. Any particular reason why you’re caffeinated as hell?” His personal high was 14.5, which followed with him promptly passing out for 36 hours.
“Well, Thomas does have a lot of work to do. For example, he needs to finally finish those papers, and do the laundry that’s been on the floor for days, and go to-“ Logan stopped talking after Virgil put his finger on his lips.
Virgil sighed. “Listen, Lo, you need to calm down. You of anyone should know that too much caffeine is bad for you.” Logan hung his head. “And believe me, I know I’m not the best person to tell you that.”
The logical side pushed up his glasses. “Alright, I suppose I should stop.” He suddenly gave his boyfriend a massive hug, basically scooping up the smaller side. “I very much appreciate you, Virge.”
Virgil went limp, sinking into the hug deeper and pushing them both onto the floor. He laughed, his eyes crinkling with joy. “I love you too, Logan.”
After Logan cosplays as Sherlock Holmes, he convinces (surprisingly) Virgil to go cosplaying with him, as he once walked in on Virgil doing a very detailed Jack Skellington cosplay. They do gay ships mostly (though Logan begrudgingly agreed to be Sally for Virgil’s Jack).
Heyyyyyyy would you be up for writing some analogically please? Level of maturity is totally up to you my writing god!
Floor Planning
“I’m thinking of catching an early movie so then we can take our time eat…ing?” Logan stopped when he came into the living room and found Virgil laying, face-first, on the ground. “Virgil?” Logan looked around to make sure there wasn’t anything in the room that had caused this before moving a little closer to the man on the floor. “Are you injured? Do I need to get a doctor? Do we even-”
“I’m upset.” Virgil’s voice was muffled by the carpet.
“Upset? Did something happen?” Logan asked, crouching down.
“Planning happened.” Virgil turned his head so his cheek was pressed against the floor, making his lips pout out a little.
“We could just go out and see what happens?” Logan suggested, moving down to sit on his rear. “Would that lessen or worsen the anxiety?”
“I don’t know.” Virgil groaned, putting his face back down flat. “It just got to be too much.”
“Then leave the planning to me.” Logan adjusted his glasses by grabbing one of the frames and pushing it up the bridge of his nose. “We both know it’s what I excel at.”
“I just want sweets,” Virgil mumbled.
“And sweets you shall have, what else will we eat at the movies?” Logan chuckled and pulled out his phone. “I figured with this being an anniversary and all, we’d want to watch something romantic.” Logan started tapping away on his phone, Virgil turning his head again to look at him, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ve researched into the few movies with ‘romantic’ in their genre title and found that most of them are ‘tear-jerking’ and I don’t feel like crying is that romantic. I don’t understand the need to make them so sad.”
“You don’t think crying is romantic?” Virgil asked with a little chuckle, rolling over to his back.
“Crying is an expression of either sorrow or anger, it’s a release of emotions being too much to bear and your body-”
“So you can’t cry because of love?” Virgil cut Logan off, his smile now just a grin.
“Well, I…” Logan scratched at his cheek. “I guess that’s a logical conclusion.”
“So, you said most of them were tear-jerkers, what about the ones that aren’t?” Virgil sat up.
“They’re called ‘rom-coms’ and will-” Logan held the phone close to his face as he read from the screen. “-make you cry from laughter’. And there we go again with romance and crying. Is the only way to feel love with tears?”
“I mean, I’d cry if I were the unlucky soul to not have you to myself for an entire year.” Virgil leaned towards Logan, placing his head on his shoulder.
“That was actually very smooth,” Logan said with a nod.
“Roman taught me that one,” Virgil admitted. “I get too nervous when trying to come up with stuff on my own. It’s too complicated and I’m worried and I fear that it’ll come out wrong and stuff.”
“You’ve said ‘stuff’ twice,” Logan commented.
“Go buy the movie tickets, nerd.” Virgil teased, lightly touching a fist to Logan’s chest.
“I don’t know which movie to choose, you haven’t even heard the titles yet, or picked the genre or-”
“Suprise me, Clark.” Virgil winked, popping up to his feet. “And..thanks.” He added softer, pressing a quick kiss to Logan’s cheek. “I feel a lot better.” Virgil smiled before walking away.
“No problem.” Logan puffed out his chest but deflated it a second later. “Wait, what did I do to help?”
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