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Three Written Loves Chapter 4

Romoxiety and Intruloceit soulmate au where you are given a notebook to communicate with your soulmates at 16. You cannot say your name, address, place of school/work, number, etc.

Tw: Anxiety/Depression, ignoring one's own health, Remusy jokes, 2 things of Caps, if I need to tag anything else let me know

Chapter is in Patton’s POV with mentioned Prinxiety and Royality. Remus is also a staple in this chapter

Fonts/Colors for the chapter from Google Docs: Virgil’s- Pacifico purple last dot  Roman’s- Pinyon Script red 4th dot

Ro: V! V! V!

V: What? Ro: Did you see it yet?

V: See what? I’ve been a little busy

Ro: We do have another soulmate!

V: What?

Ro: Yeah! Remember when I wouldn’t stop drawing on one of the pages

V: I think so

Ro: Go look!

V: Okay okay. One sec

Ro: I await with bated breath

V: Oh hush

Ro: Never

V: Wait. No. Holy shit

Ro: I know right?! We have a third!

V: Okay so what do we do

Ro: HI NEW PERSON

V: NO! Not that!

Ro: What? I’m just greeting them

V: That might overwhelm them

Ro: Oh riiight

Ro: I can hear your sigh from here

V: Shush. Do you think they can respond now?

Ro: I don’t know but Imma doodle something for them to place more hearts near

V: Okay you do that princey. I’ll look back later. I gotta drive while my brother makes a call

Ro: Okay Count Woelof. I shall talk with you soon then

V: Bye Princey

Ro: Goodbyyee

Patton was now panicking. He thought it would take them longer than that to find out he even wrote to them. Did Roman know? Was Roman even his soulmate? He fiddled with the pen as he watched the artistry come to life. One of the drawings looked like Roman in a prince suit holding someone else. He couldn’t tell who it was but maybe that was the point of it. It was still beautiful but he wasn’t ready just yet to write to them. He wanted to have a bit more confidence in what to say. He didn’t know what to say. Did he introduce himself? Did he just go as far back in the book as he could and vent out everything to why he couldn’t talk to them and that he understood if they didn’t want to talk to him? He was spiraling in his last class and he had no idea how to stop it.

He shut the book and put it away. He tried to resist the pull to bring it back out and look at the art on the pages. A few more minutes and he would be meeting Roman at J wing. A few more minutes and he’d get to go to a house, take a shower, maybe eat a nice meal, and talk with a new friend. Patton takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. He tries to focus on the lesson but couldn’t help the pull back to his soulmates. 

Would they be afraid? Will they be accepting? He hoped so. Then his thoughts drifted to a sort of dance with Roman. The dance is reminiscent of the art he saw in the book. A soft gentle tune carried by the soft breeze against their skin. A soft flitting laugh as he’s dipped gently and smiling at their other partner watching them on the blanket before getting up. 

And- the bell ringing snaps Patton out of his daydream violently. He shivers at the loss of his daydream but he gets up anyway. He walks over to J wing where he was supposed to meet Roman. And Roman’s brother? He didn’t realize Roman had a brother. Patton walked quickly so he wasn’t late to meet them. It took him a few minutes to get there but he didn’t see Roman. Did he leave without him? 

No. That answer came clear as day when someone charged at him and stood a few centimeters away from himself with a grin from ear to ear. Someone else’s thundering footsteps not far behind but they stopped a bit further away with ragged breathing from running. Patton slowly leaned away from the person in his face as they turned to look at the other person, grin still ever present. “Now come on Roturd it wasn’t even that far of a run,” the stranger cackles. Roman’s breathing was still coming out a bit harsher, “I.. had to... chase you… around the entirety... of E block!” “See not that far!” The other teases Roman and moves out of reach when Roman moves to swipe at them, cackling all the while.

“Uhm…” Patton starts while looking at Roman for an explanation who holds a finger up for a second. When he’s ready Roman stands back up and moves to tame his hair, “this is my twin brother, and pain in the ass, Remus.” Remus licks his hand and swipes it up Patton’s arm, who screeches and jumps away. “I should’ve warned you beforehand,” Roman sighs heavily, “anyway he’ll be in the back seat. Do you have everything you need?” “Not really… It’s all hidden in the woods though,” Patton looked over sorrowfully from where he emerged just this morning. “I’ll have Remus get it for you. I got you an ice pack from the nurse,” he pulls the ice pack out of the bag and hands it to Patton.

“What is this for?” “Oh, your ankle is swollen,” Roman interrupts Remus’s dirty joke and shoos him off to go get the bags. Patton glanced down at it and shrugged slightly, “I didn’t even notice. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Would you like me to carry you to the car?” “You really don’t have to do that for me.” “I know but I would like to if you’ll let me. You really shouldn’t be putting any weight on that ankle anyway,” Roman explained gently.

“Oh. Well sure?” Patton tentatively answered before a small shout of surprise at being lifted with ease. He quickly clung onto Roman who was laughing fondly at him.

“Didn’t think I could do it?” Roman teased. “Yeah…” “Well I can! Obviously. To the car!” Roman declared and walked over to the car where Remus was waiting impatiently. “Took you long enough!” “I swear you’re not human,” Roman huffed at his brother before setting Patton down next to the door.

“You’ll never know,” Remus stuck his tongue out at his brother before he climbed into the back seat with all of Patton’s things.

Roman sighed and shook his head, “he’ll leave us alone when we get home,” he opened the door for Patton, ignoring Remus’ maniacal giggling in the back. Patton gave him a small thankful nod and climbed into the passenger seat.

Remus snickered and hit Patton’s shoulder with a book, “this seems important,” he teased. Patton snatched his soulbook from Remus’ hands and held it close. Remus couldn’t see into it of course but he still didn’t want anyone to touch it.

“Everything okay?” Roman asked when he got in the driver’s seat.

“Yeah!” Patton piped up a bit too chipperly. Remus only laughed.

“Alright? Homeward bound!”

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Yours Always

Sequel to “Once Was Mine, Will Be Again”

TW: Abuse, gun mentions, threats, one innuendo

There are mentions of Virgil/Roman and Prinxiety but this is mostly just Inrulogical and explanations of what happened

“Wait for me.” “I will.”

Those words had not been uttered but it was true. Logan would wait. He was then. Back against the door as he sobbed. He’d been holding in his emotions for far too long. Relief? Sadness? Grief? Happiness? He couldn’t tell anymore. The dress way too stiff. Way too decorative. Way too much. Then the wedding? That was a nightmare. He wiped the tears away. Where was he? Was he coming? Logan didn’t know. He wanted out of this dress but he didn’t have a spare set of clothes. He was miserable and he wanted comfort. Roman had apologized over and over and over to him but it didn’t do much. He sighed heavily and shakily with his head rested against the door.

What time was it? What was that noise? When did he fall asleep? Logan sat up from how he had laid down. Everything felt heavy. Slowly he got up to look out the window without being seen. Was it him? He didn’t see anyone for the first moment before there was suddenly someone in his face making him stumble back with an arm up before realizing, relief flooding his tone and expression, “Remus.” 

Remus grinned before it dropped into something of anger, quickly pulling Logan into a hug, “they won’t even hurt you again.”

“It's not me I’m worried about Remus.”

“Then who?”

“Your brother.”

That hit Remus like a truck full of nails at 146 mph, “what? Why? He hurt you!”

“Remus… You misunderstand-”

“Then enlighten me! What happened?!”

Logan sighed softly, “Roman didn’t want this either.”

“The-”

“Let me explain.”

“Please do.”

“Roman had been forced by your parents to ask me to marry him. To which I had started to tell him no-”

“You didn’t.”

“Let me speak. There was a gun pressed to my back but hidden from the cameras. Roman was just as surprised as I was. I had to say yes to keep my life.”

“Bu-”

“Roman and I would plan how to get ourselves out of that situation and get Roman with Virgil. A difficult task with Patton telling Virgil different things. We had to go on so called dates or vacations to be able to plan without your family overhearing us. And I have to say your brother is quite the actor. I had already told Roman I would refuse at the altar. I had no idea about the wedding being planned without me.”

“Then who?”

“Your parents. They wanted someone rich for their precious son despite Virgil’s own wealth. They disliked that he wasn’t interested in girls but realized they could use it to their advantage for him. After all-”

“Men make the most money.”

“Exactly. When they had been told I was interested in you and had money they thought-”

“They could switch us.”

“Yes. Roman had to act like he was the bad guy here for his safety when really it was your parents. Your mother forced me into a dress for the wedding. She had stated it was so the wedding could at least look like a traditional wedding.”

Remus was seething in silent rage. His parents? Yeah they were assholes but he didn’t think it would go this far.

Logan continued, “Roman should be explaining this to Virgil as well as I am explaining it to you. Of course I don’t know everything that happened on Roman’s side so I cannot tell you that information.”

“Mhm… Do you still…?”

“Of course I do Remus. I still love you.”

“Your dress is tacky.”

“I’m aware. I would like to get out of it.”

“Oh I’ll definitely get you out of it,” Remus grins with a shoulder wiggle causing Logan to put a hand to his mouth as he laughs softly.

“No Remus. Not yet. Just let’s go home, okay?”

“Fine by me!” Remus moved to pick Logan up bridal and carry him out, “mine again.”

“Yours always.”

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See You Soon

This is a really heavy fic that is based off of an RP I did with someone. No names are used and it probably makes this confusing but still. I did not really try here. I just wanted the idea to go away. Read the warnings and please be safe

TW: Death, funeral, suicide attempts one by gun and the other by pills (one succeeds), if you ever feel this way please reach out to someone. My DMs are open if you need/want it

He looked at the picture frame beside the gun. A small sad smile as he picked it up. It was a final happy picture with him, his friend and his crush. His crush had been asked out by a popular kid and never looked back. He hadn’t seen him since hearing he had said yes to the popular kid. His friend got a lover and has been in the honeymoon phase ever since. The two almost never parted. They were all accepted into the more popular crowd leaving him behind. One person came to him though, only to use him. He was being used as a way to get his crush to get jealous and leave his boyfriend for him. It didn’t work and he got more distant. Now here he was. No family. No friends. No future. He still wrote notes for them should they find it or him. He doubted it. He set the picture down slowly and gently wiped the tears that had fallen. He picked up the gun and pressed it to his temple. He bit the inside of his lip as he gave one more glance to the picture and whispered “goodbye.” Bang.

At the same time he was attempting his crush was as well. He couldn’t escape his boyfriend to see his crush or talk to him. He felt smothered and isolated. He felt he couldn’t escape any other way. He looked at the same picture but on his phone. The notes set beside the pills. He set his phone down with a shaky sigh before he picked up the pill bottle with a choked sob of “I’m sorry” and he downed the pills.

However his boyfriend got there just in time. He awoke to the blinding lights of the hospital surrounded by his friends, family, and boyfriend but no crush, “where?” He tried to speak but was shushed gently. “Don’t try to speak just yet. Rest. I’ll be right here when you wake.” “But-” “No buts. Sleep. You need the strength my love.”

He looked at the mutual friend of his crush and himself who looked just as concerned as he was but it didn’t seem like for the same person. Something bad happened. He could feel it.

When he was finally released from the hospital he headed immediately to his crush’s house. His boyfriend couldn’t stop him. Not anymore. He skidded to a stop outside of the house and nearly gagged at the smell. He knocked three times and called out for his crush to answer him. There was no response, “I’m coming in!” He called before busting the door down and immediately putting a hand to his face to block the smell, “ugh, God, couldn’t clean up?” He asked before slowly walking in and calling his name again and again till he reached the door of his crush’s bedroom. The smell was worse here and the dread welled up in his stomach icy and stone. He opened the door slowly as he called out his name one more time before seeing the sight before him. His crush, dead on the floor with a gun in his hand and partly decomposing. He turned away and immediately started throwing up. Shakily he took out his own phone and dialed the emergency hotline. It didn’t take long after that.

His crush was dead. The family didn’t care. The fake boyfriend looked ill. The friend was devestated but he had his lover. But himself? He felt numb. He couldn’t understand. Was there anything he could’ve done? Probably not but that did nothing to stop the guilt. His current boyfriend held him close and whispered things to him he couldn’t hear. He just wanted him back. He wanted to tell him. To confess. Now he’ll never get that chance.

After the funeral ended he stood by the casket. They were waiting on him to leave so they could bury the body. He gently kissed the pads of his fingers before pressing them against the casket, “See you soon my love.”