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[larcenywrites]

When I- when he- …when his-

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Your Heart Thine Destined To Be // Part One

Ship: Eventual Logince, Moxiety, and Dukeceit.

Summary: (Arranged Marriage! AU) Okay, sure. Roman’s in the next place for the crown. Okay, SURE. Roman’s not ready for that, and his parents know this too. So, what’s their solution? Have him marry someone who is, because God knows they aren’t going to let Remus have the crown.

Originally was going to be a comic, but my art skills are wack right now. And I need thissss.

Tags: @enragedbees @dante1138 @arc-gx @logan-sanders-enthusiast @nic-is-here

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Okay, yes.

Roman was supposed to be at breakfast right now with his two brothers and his parents, at the long dining table. It was his schedule.

But he was out in the lush forest, climbing a tree instead. Which, he believed, is completely understandable, he should be able to miss breakfast to explore.

To be active? They were going to discourage him from being active? Doubtful.

The way the air bubbled onto his skin, the way that the sunrise lit up the sky, it was all so… perfect.

He wasn’t going to miss it for some… breakfast. He had breakfast everyday, this sunrise… it felt like one in a million.

“Roman!” a voice called to him, low from the bellows and he immediately froze –his father–, “What are you doing up there? It’s time for breakfast, you sho-”

“I know, Dad. It’s just-” Roman groaned, holding onto the trunk as his eyes flocked to the sky (which at this point was a beautiful mix of blue and pink), “-look at this sunrise!”

King Gerald, a burly man with a thick beard (more teddy bearish than you’d think), faltered; his voice pausing and his dark eyes running to the sky.

He watched his father light up, eyes twinkling, and lightly wondered to himself, where would he be if he wasn’t crowned King?

Is this what he always wanted?

“It is,” the King murmured, “-quite beautiful, son.”

Roman sighed, “But?”

King Gerald sighed, straightening his posture, “You– We have duties, Roman; you have to learn to stick to your schedule. How are you supposed to-”

Roman froze, he’s going to say it, he doesn’t think I can rule. His heart pounding, he watched him struggle for words, trying to voice his thoughts, but upon matching his eye, fell silent.

“Roman,” the King sighed with a tired smile, “-you will be an excellent King someday, and a King… has priorities. Of which I am the current King, so you’re coming to breakfast. For your dear old Dad’s sake?”

The prince took a longing glance at the horizon, knowing he didn’t want to stay here, but it was his only option, “Fine… but I want a blueberry muffin.”

His father laughed, his deep belly laugh, “Deal, knucklehead.”

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The castle’s dining room was, as assumed, very shiny with soft carpets and polished wood on every surface. Roman almost liked it almost as much as the ballroom, but with just the bare eye, the two would never compare.

His eyes first rested on his mother, who was sitting with poise, with her light hair and tan skin made to perfection. Her eyes, however, held a glare at her son; purely because of the concern, he’d guess.

“Roman,” she spoke with the softest of tones, with an edge ready to bite just awaiting the sign to launch, “Why are you late for breakfast?”

Roman opened his mouth to explain, but his father spoke first, “No worries, darling. It’s all taken care of.”

With a grateful smile to his father, Roman found his eyes fall to his little brother: Patton. He wasn’t much younger, but he definitely looked it. With his chubby cheeks and doll like blue eyes, Roman found his curly hair was something he’d wanted all his life.

“Good morning, Patton!”

“Roman!” Patton smiled, jumping up and pulling him into a hug, as expected.

“Ooh,” Patton squeaked, “-I have something for you! Don’t let me forget.”

“Will do, Patt.”

And finally, his eyes rested on his twin. His forsaken, nothing-like-him-at-all twin, Remus. He wasn’t ugly per say, but he definitely wasn’t upholding the squeaky clean majesty title with his messy hair and makeup 24/7.

“Remus,” he grumbled, trying to avoid eye contact.

Remus didn’t even look up from… whatever he was drawing on the napkin; Roman honestly didn’t want to know.

“Honey,” his father scoffed, straightening out his newspaper, “-look at this! They’re already asking about the new crowning! What is even-”

“Mi amor,” his mother, Madeline, soothed, “-we’ll talk about this later, yes?”

King Gerard, a large broad shouldered man mind you, pouted, “I’m not that old yet.”

“‘Course not, honey-” his mother hummed, “-the magazines are despicable, you know this.”

“So,” his father added, to move on the conversation, “-what’ve you boys been up to?”

Patton spoke first, careful and considerate, “I’ve made flower crowns for everyone! Our gardener helped me pick ones to match you guys! So… yeah.”

Their mother smiled, “That’s so sweet, I’m sure we’ll love it, kiddo.”

After running her fingers through his hair, she faltered, her glance a little dampened, “Remus? What have you done, honey?”

Remus looked up, his eyes wide, and subtle with the look of… appreciation, “Uh, I painted today. It was a roaring Cyclops, attacking a town, and he’s rippin-”

“Re, buddy-” their father coughed, “-how about we stop there? You can tell us later, when we’re not… eating.”

Remus nodded, his face falling just a smidge, “Yes, sir.”

Roman paused, messing with his food on his plate and quietly humming to a tune he’d had stuck in his head for days.

“Roman?” his mother’s sweet voice broke through, “What about you? How are your studies, training, or… Forgive me, what were you working on?”

“My romance novel?” Roman grinned, attention on his food quickly scrapped, “Oh, it’s swell, mother! My characters are coming together so fast, I swear they’ve got a mind of their own.”

“What about your fencing?” the King acquired, with a puzzled look on his worn face. He’d had about two meetings with a few other leaders that morning, or at least that’s what Roman remembered.

“Yes, uh-” Roman nodded, tapping his chin as if he hadn’t remembered every lesson he’d ever had, “- Ms. Maple is doing wonderfully. I feel such great improvement.”

Breakfast was short-lived after that, Patton kept popping in with puns, and his father was bringing up a few things the kingdom had going on in a few weeks.

“Roman, I’ll have you know-” his father chuckled, shaking his head, “-I’ve been contacted by… many suitors for your hand." 

Roman rolled his eyes, "Dad, stop!”

His mother chuckled, “You’re a very handsome, young man, it only makes sense!”

Roman blushed up to his ears, “Thank you, Mama. That’s very kind of you, but I wish to be swept off my feet for reasons, other than personal gain.”

“Picky,” Remus muttered, as he drew into his napkin harshly.

Roman rolled his eyes, “Says you. Your standards are bare minimum!”

The King raised an eyebrow, a curious expression glazing his dark eyes, “Standards?”

Remus spoke, simply, “A hot guy.”

Roman began, taking a breath, “Taller than me, blue or green eyes, lovely, cute, shared the same interests… Hmm, he HAS to have the softest hair on this Earth. I don’t make the rules-”

“See,” Remus interrupted him, “-picky bitch.”

His mother gasped, but Roman would bet she wasn’t as surprised as you’d assume, “Remus Mich Elliott! You did not just speak like that at the table.”

“Yeah,” Roman hummed, muttering, “-plus, you’re the bitch, bitch.”

“Roman Chase Elliott! I can’t believe you two! No more talking at this table, until you can gather your manners, boys. Right, G?”

Roman’s eyes wafted over to his father’s, his face was flushed and he was hunched over, trying desperately to hold back laughter.

His mother sighed, “You boys are… Patton, are you done with your meal? If so, I say we take a trip to the gardens. Pull some new flowers for the vases I received yesterday?”

Patton smiled, “I’d love to, Mama.”

In a blink, the two were walking out of the dining room with interlocking arms.

It was quiet for a second, then a minute, and then his father finally spoke.

“Is she gone?”

“I-” Roman glanced towards the doorway they had exited through, “I think so, Pops.”

It was in that moment, his father slipped into a body-throwing laughing fit with a red flushed face, and soon Roman felt his own smile squirming up onto his lips.

In just a few seconds, the whole table was full of excess laughing, to a point that the staff had come to check in on them at least 10 times in the past 30 minutes.

“Alright,” the King raised from his seat, wiping his eyes, “-that’s enough playing around. You two, head off to your room.”

Roman paused, his face switching in the quickest of blinks, “But, I thought-”

“Ah, ah, ah-” their father shook his fingers, “-both of you know that Patton, nor your mother, like those words. You both knew better.”

“Father-” Remus groaned, in tune with a sigh of his own.

“Nope,” he shook his head, “-go to your room until lunch, and then apologize to your mother immediately after.”

The twins rolled their eyes, each muttering a disgruntled, “Yes, sir.”

Roman sighed, making his way up the stairs to a place without the sunshine in the morning. He could open up his window, he’d thought, but wouldn’t be the same view from that tree.

He was furious, the kind of furious you’d get when you couldn’t get ice cream as a kid, but he wouldn’t stomp or throw a tantrum. Not that he was past that. 

It was just that his hair was styled to perfection, and he was not doing that disservice to the Earth to lose it.

So, he just made his way up there with every inch of pettiness he could put into his walk. Which, he’d learned to do quite well.

With a dash and a skip, Roman arrived at the dark oak door -edged with an art design he’d carved just a few years ago. 

It was a shield, painted red and yellow, with a castle and the beautiful sun; he’d made it out of pure spite, just because Remus had said he couldn’t.

But, he’d actually loved the design. So, he began to incorporate it throughout his art -the knights he drew held it on their arm, flags on castles were woven with it in a shimmering fabric, outfits adorned the symbol, faces had it painted on their cheeks, and sometimes, he just drew the landscape on it with simple colors and dazzling visuals.

With blink to refocus, Roman pushed open his door, a feeling of urgency suddenly hitting him there as he stood. In a few quick steps, his eyes were blessed with the tower view of the sun beautifully raised in the sky.

He’d always loved the color blue. It had held so many different interpretations, so many different emotions.

Of course, red always had a place in his heart, but blue? It was calm and urgent, like ocean waves and yet also like, a thunderstorm. It could make him float off into a world of wonders, and quietly he would stay there, dreaming of a world where everything was relaxed… and he’d have no impending future.

That woke him up from the dream, the idea that he’d be destined to take care of the kingdom… His eyes shifted from the fluffy clouds above, to the beige-stoned buildings below.

It was beautiful, yes. Flowers sprouted in gardens, scattered throughout every lawn they could be. The roofs were varied, each dressed in a unique trim, that matched up with a unique family –unique people– in each home.

One day, he’d be responsible for them all, all the children giggling through the street, all the hard workers reaching to make ends meet, all the parents who’d had so much life to live, all the elders who chatted away with stories of the past, all the people who deserved… so much better than him.

[prinanalogicality]

The Physical Space

So, for this AU I came up with, I was thinking that there are the different areas where the sides can exist. They can exist within the mind space of a person, where they can only exist with one another, host’s space where they can only interact with one another and their host, then there is a third space called the physical space where they can be seen by anyone and interact with the sides of anyone else. The sides all look similar to one another in the physical space, but they have distinct differences, much like humans. The reason for this is because I view the physical space as something dangerous. When exposed to the physical space, though the sides are not humans technically, they can die or get hurt in the space much like any other human. The effects that can result from the injury or death of a side can obviously be detrimental to a host and the other sides. Thus the differences in their appearances, like humans. The physical descriptions are as follows:

Thomas: Still the same as normal.

Roman: Roman’s hair is darker than Thomas’s and shorter in length so it can fold back in the perfectly princely hair-do when needed. His shoulders are broad, he is two inches taller than Thomas, and he has more muscle. Probably from all of that battling, honestly. His eyes are also darker, and his skin is practically inhumanly perfect, and he is maybe a shade or two more tan than Thomas.

Logan: Logan is the tallest, about an inch above Roman. His overall frame is a bit more narrow and his skin is about a shade lighter than Thomas’s skin tone. He has natural muscles, not anything twig like, but he definitely has some there. His hair is a darker  brown than Roman’s, and his eyes are a deep blue, but so dark that they can easily be mistaken for dark brown or black if one doesn’t pay much attention. The blue really stands out in the light, though.

Morality: Morality is an inch shorter than Thomas. He feels like he is a small bean and prances around gleefully when in the physical plane, despite the fact that he looks more like Thomas than any of the others and is only an inch shorter. He and Thomas have similar builds, the main differences being that Morality’s hair is a bit more of a golden, burnt blonde and his eyes are more golden. He also has the same skin tone as Thomas, if not just a slight tad darker.

Anxiety: Anxiety looks the furthest from Thomas. My aesthetic is short Anxiety, so he’s standing three inches shorter than Thomas. He is still relatively tall, but Anxiety being annoyed over not being able to reach things he normally can is my aesthetic, like I said before. His hair is the darkest, remaining brown, but so dark that it almost looks black, save for in the light. His eyes are a lighter, almost hazel green color, and his build is more slim overall. His shoulders are eternally slouched, making him appear a bit smaller than he actually is, but that’s his fault. He is also the most pale, so finally that white foundation matches him.

All of them still got the booty, though. I like to think that Morality and Anxiety somehow have even more booty, and while Anxiety gets all huffy when teased about it, Morality is just like “Don’t twerk kids, but I’ll totally twerk if you ask me to.”

All in all, they still look mostly similar to Thomas, save for specific things like build, height, hair, eye, and skin color. 

This particular fic will be prinxiety. I am happy with this idea of the three spaces I have created, so I am more than happy to write different ships in this AU. All you gotta do is ask, my friends.

AO3 link here.

Summary: The sides experience their first time venturing out into the physical plane. Thomas, knowing how they bicker and afraid that he would somehow lose one of his sides, had always refused to let them out, but one day he gives in and decides to take them to the local park. Morality is ecstatic to pet all the dogs he sees, Logan is constantly flitting about to make sure Morality doesn’t contract a disease from any stray dogs, Anxiety is just trying to chill and admire nature and how cool it is to be free like this (despite feeling really anxious about being around so many other people face to face) and lastly, Roman wishes he can pay more attention to his new surroundings, but the beauty that is Anxiety in the physical space distracts him more than anything.

“Okay, okay, you guys. We can all - you know. I’ll let you guys out for a little while. But, we are just going to the park. And we are going to be testing the waters for an hour, that’s it.”

“But come on, kiddo! If we all behave, why not let us stay until sundown?” Morality interjects, ever the advocate to lengthen the time window for fun to be had.

“Don’t push your luck. You all are already lucky enough that I’m willing to take you guys out for a little while.” Thomas releases a nervous sigh, running a hand through his fringe. He loves his sides, but it is no secret that he is nervous about the risks that people run when letting their sides out into the physical space. If one of them were to somehow die, a part of himself would die too. That thought is terrifying.

“Yes, but I suppose you should have at least a small amount of trust in us. At the very least, between Anxiety and myself. Perhaps Roman. Morality is questionable, but I am confident that he would be the dog that runs away from home and returns a few hours later.” Logan reasons, earning a snort from Anxiety on the stairs landing.

“What do you mean perhaps me? Of course I am trustworthy! The utmost trustworthy person here! I would never abandon you all or allow harm to come to any of you. I solemnly swear so.” Roman’s hand lands over his heart as he makes his promise, his chest puffing out.

“Let’s just get this over with, guys. If you can all behave past the hour mark and you can stay out, maybe we can chill out longer. Okay?” Thomas offers, and the others nod immediately. Thomas closes his eyes and a warm sensation washes over each trait as they are transferred from the host’s space into the physical space, and once there... nothing is different. Thomas’s house looks the same, everything does, until they look at one another.

It is a bit shocking to look at one another and not see, well, carbon copies of Thomas, but it is welcome. It makes each trait feel more human themselves.

“The park is just a block away, so we can all walk. You all need to follow me and do not walk into the street, no matter what you do. Just- listen to what I say. Please.”

Each trait agrees and follows Thomas out of the front door, immediately overtaken by their surroundings. They have seen the outside world through Thomas, but it is very different to actually be out here themselves. They can smell the fresh cut grass, feel the breeze on their skin, feel grass beneath their shoes as they walk. Each trait agrees that they will definitely enjoy the physical space.

Despite being absolutely astounded by the different surroundings in the physical space, Roman is finding it hard to keep his eyes off of Anxiety, who now stands several inches shorter than himself. He looks so pale, his hair so dark, but his eyes are bright, shining a green in the light. He’s more beautiful than anything out here.

Coughing into the crook of his arm at both an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks and clear his head of his thoughts, Roman sighs to himself, walking into the park alongside the others.

Morality is the first to bound forward, laughing joyously as he lies down in the grass, his arms and legs extended. “Can I make a grass angel? Do you think I can do it?” He laughs as he waggles his limbs, in which Logan nags at him about the potential diseases and life within the grass.

Thomas just laughs and takes his place on a park bench beside a large tree, in which Anxiety chooses to sit in the shade of the tree, leaning against the gnarled bark. Everything is so green, so bright. The sky is so blue, the clouds are so fluffy. The day is absolutely perfect - which only serves to make Anxiety dwell on what can possibly go wrong to ruin this all, because never is anything this good. He can see other people that can actually see him too. He can see - oh god, children. How is he supposed to handle a child? He really doubts he has the patience for kids. He tries to enjoy times like this, he honestly does, but just like how the others cannot help who they are, he cannot help who he is.

He notices someone taking a seat beside himself, in which he looks over to see Roman, who in turn offers a small smile and a nod. Anxiety is confused as to why Roman is sitting beside him when there are plenty of other more exciting things he could be doing, but it isn’t like he is complaining. He finds that he rather enjoys Roman’s company, contrary to belief. He tries to not dwell on why.

“Isn’t this lovely? Being here, like this? I love it.” He speaks, his tone more relaxed from his normal confidence laden, brash tone.

“I guess it’s nice. For now.” Anxiety tacks on the end as he looks around, watching as a dog runs after a Frisbee. He can’t help but to smile when the dog jumps and catches the flying disk, bringing it back to their owner.

“Everything I have looked at is simply stunning.” Roman says softly, his gaze trained on the beauty before him. Truly, Anxiety in the physical space is a sight to behold. His eyes hold a depth and sparkle that Roman had never seen before, or perhaps he never noticed or cared to look so closely. But, here and now, it seems he can’t stop noticing things, like the smatter of freckles across Anxiety’s nose and cheek bones, how full his lips are, how long and dark his eyelashes are. The boy is a work of art.

“I bet you’ve been staring at yourself in a mirror.” Anxiety teases, turning his head to look at Roman’s new features properly, not expecting to meet such an intense gaze. His cheeks flush and his freckles practically glow in contrast to the dusty pink, and again, all Roman can think is what a masterpiece he is.

“For once, I have not been, actually.” Roman grins and finally looks away from Anxiety, looking up to the tree shielding them from the sunlight. The way the leaves rustle as the wind blows, and occasional leaves falling down around them. He will have to ask Thomas to take everyone out into the physical space more often.

“Whatever you were looking at - fine. But now, I want to just be quiet and sit here, all right?” Anxiety manages to force the words out, wanting to ask if he was stunning to Roman, but there’s no way he would do that. Not even when Roman’s hand gently caresses his own, and as Anxiety had requested, no words are spoken. They sit in silence and watch as Morality pets all the dogs he can handle, Logan reads and chats with Thomas, and a sense of content washes over the both of them. Maybe one day Roman will get around to informing Anxiety that he is in fact stunning, but for now, it feels like they have all the time in the world and rash confessions can wait for another day.