Sanders Sides Oneshots ✨

Yellow socks and stolen clothes - Virgil x Janus

A request from Atlas_2 , an Anxceit (which, despite being one hella awesome ship, I haven't written before!) I hope it's alright, thanks for your request and sorry it took so long!

Since Thomas is American, I decided to change 'Jumper' to 'hoodie'.
Pairing - Anxceit
Prompt - "okay, where are all my hoodies." "So, you've started stealing my socks now?"
Word count - 710
Genre - fluff
Trigger warnings - none that I can think of but tell me if I need to add anything ✨
World - Canon Universe, Post SVS redux
Date - 8/11/20

!Question! Do Americans say trousers? Or is it slacks? Or some other word???
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It started with a Hoodie. Just one. A soft black hoodie that was stretched and oversized on the small side. The sleeves fell over his hands and the pockets were hanging down to his thighs. So comfortable. So soft.

His anxiety inducing boyfriend had barely noticed the theft. It was only as he'd sleepily tried to grip Janus' hand and was blocked by a layer of thick, soft fabric, he'd realised.

Virgil had no objections. He didn't really wear the hoodie anymore and Janus looked lovely in it. Then other hoodies started going missing. It was beginning to become an issue when Thomas started filming a new Sanders Asides because among the missing, was his 'classic patched hoodie' that he'd stitched himself.

Janus traipsed into Virgil's room, yawning sleepily. Unlike Janus, Virgil kept his bed pressed into the corner of the room, to stop possible demons or monsters from rising at both sides. Snuggling himself into the corner, Janus sighed, pulling his hands from beneath the sleeves. And making grabbing motions towards Virgil, who waved a hand and mumbled he'd be there in a moment

Janus took a deep breath of the fabric; it had almost lost it's Virgil scent. At least he had a plethora of other Virgil-hoodies to choose from. It was lucky the pair usually spent time in Virgils room (for no particular reason except Janus's room still made Virgil slightly uneasy) because Janus had run out of closet space to store the excess of hoodies along with his overly complicated outfits, and was keeping them on his desk, bedside cabinets and stacked on his chair.

Virgil let out a sigh and turned to Janus "Okay, where are all my hoodies."

Janus dropped five of his hands and kept on raised to nonchalantly inspect, "darling, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Virgil gave a small laugh, "where are you keeping them all?"

Janus folded two more of his arms. "That's none of your concern. I'll certainly tell you."

Virgil decided he'd grab his favourite hoodie later and that his boyfriend was more important for now.

All six of Janus' hands raised to once again grab at the air towards Virgil. Virgil wondered what the other sides would think if they ever saw this side of Janus. Without his walls. Nothing to hide, nothing to protect.

Virgil took two of Janus' hands in his own, the other four wrapped around his waist and neck as soon as they were in reach.

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It had been three days since Virgil had sworn he'd get his hoodies back. And three days since Janus had moved his hoodies into the imagination and had hidden them. Virgil had one hoodie left. It was purple and he was frightened to take it off for fear it would vanish.

Janus outright refused to return his clothes. So he'd cause a little mischief of his own. Janus had scheduled a meeting with Thomas to pitch an idea, something about non-violent revenge plots or something of the manner. So it was Virgil's time to strike.

Of course, he couldn't get into Janus's room without him knowing, but if he was left there by an unsuspecting Janus, that wasn't against the rules. A small amount of uneasiness for the eventual return of his hoodies was a small price to pay.

He waited until Janus had left and began to gather all of Janus's shirts. Packing them into an infini-bag that roman had made him. All the room he needed. He'd gotten the idea from Mary-Poppins.

Janus would notice the next day. And they could return the stolen belongings or carry on until they owned each other's entire wardrobe.

Unfortunately for Virgil, it was the latter. Evident by the lack of trousers in his drawer. He'd worn pyjama bottoms throughout the rest of the day. Virgil struck back by taking not just Janus's shoes, but hiding the large boosts inside that made Janus taller separately.

Janus wrote a note in precise cursive and stuck it to Virgil's sock drawer.

"You're not getting your hoodies back xx"

Virgil opened his drawer to find it empty. He turned to face Janus, leaning in the doorway.

"So, you've started stealing my socks now?"

Janus smirked, a pair of fluffy yellow socks on his feet, "perhaps."