#fandersfic

[dragonflystudi0s]

Words: 1,368

Ahain, for @hopeidontabandonethis youtuber logince au! Gonna tag @fandersfic-logince

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Logan arrived in front of the overly large mansion. His friend Patton would perhaps describe it as "extra." Suddenly he was hit with a wave of feeling out of place.

Obviously, this Prince Roman was extremely rich. He had to be, if he wanted to afford such a lavish lifestyle.

Logan took a moment to compare himself to his surroundings as he walked through the mansion. The building itself was of a Gothic architecture style, appearing from the outside similar to a castle. The interior was as one would expect a rich person to live, completely decked out with expensive furniture and art. The thing that stuck out to Logan the most were the colors, for as he explored he found mostly red, white, and gold.

Fits the prince theme, he thought to himself. He then started comparing his presence and lifestyle to Roman's. Roman was rich, famous, comfortable. Logan, on the other hand, worked at Starbucks to afford rent and the parts of tuition that his scholarship didn't cover.

He expected Roman would have high-tech, professional level recording and video equipment, whereas all Logan had in that sense was a semi-professional mic and a basic camera.

"Ah, Logan!" A loud voice called to him from a room down the hall. Roman stepped out, waving him down.

Logan gave a half smile and walked over to Roman, nodding in greeting.

Apart from equipment, another difference could be found in appearance. Roman wore a red, flowy silk blouse, soft white slacks, and red fluffy socks. He had perfectly styled hair, flawless skin, and a dark smoky eye.

Logan's eye was caught by Roman's jewelry: the garnet ring adorning the man's right middle finger and the delicate silver ivy ear crawler beginning at his earlobe and ending at the top shell of his ear.

He stood with an air of confidence, yet a laid-back one. His motions were wide, sweeping ones, and everything he did had a sense of freedom to it.

Logan's dark clothes and stiffness were a stark contrast to the light, airy, delicate appear of Roman. Logan had a soft black polo, black jeans, and his favorite blue tie. He wore no makeup, meaning his light dusting of freckles were clearly visible.

His nervousness was obvious in his deep blue eyes, but he held himself confidently and starkly. He kept his shoulders back, his head up (it was required for the 5'5" Logan to see the 6'3" Roman), and his face calm.

"Welcome, my feisty frenemy!" Roman's voice broke through Logan's thoughts.

Logan shook his head to clear it, looking up at Roman. "Hello to you too, princey."

Roman gave him a show-stopping grin and excitedly waved him into his studio.

Logan glanced around in sheer wonder at the size of it, before going over to examine the equipment. "Jaguar, I'm impressed."

"You should be, it's the best brand in the world!" Roman exclaimed, flopping down onto one of the large fluffy beanbag chairs and gestured for Logan to join him.

Logan sank into the ine opposite Roman, setting his bag down on the fluffy ruby carpet. "So, did you have anything in mind?"

"I was thinking another go at the rap battle approach."

Logan nodded. "As I cannot sing, that appears the right way to go about it."

Roman chuckled at that. "I'm sure you can sing, Specs, you just don't try!"

"I see no point in singing."

"Its just lyrical rapping!"

Logan rolled his eyes. Roman huffed in dramatic annoyance.

"Whatever, pocket protector." He sighed for effect before sitting up and crossing his legs. "So!"

"I vote we spend the video, ah, ugh what's the term!" He mumbled the last part, flipping through his slang cards. "Aha! I believe the word is 'roasting' each other?"

Roman rolled his eyes at the card. "Such a nerd. Yes, the term is roasting. And I wholeheartedly agree!" He flashed a brilliant, heart-stopping smile Logan's way.

It truly was heart-stopping, as Logan swore he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of it. Roman's beauty truly was out of this world, and Logan felt a slight blush rising as he thought about it. He quickly squashed those thoughts and grabbed a notebook from his bag.

"Alright then, we'll need lyrics. Or did you intend this to be freestyle?"

"Well, I think the best place to start would be with a general list of nicknames and insults, and build off that." Roman leaned forward in the beanbag chair, absentmindedly messing with the fluff on the chair as he spoke.

"I'd have to agree. That may just be the smartest thing you've ever said to me, if not ever."

Roman made an offended prince noise. "Ah! How dare you!"

Logan chuckled. "Well that was effective."

"My dear pocket protector, you may be known as Beat Teach, but I'd say you still have lots to learn, so shut up and listen, your Prince is 'boutta burn." Roman smirked.

Logan grinned, leaning back. "Burn me if you want to, Princey, I'm as cold as ice. But I must say retaliation won't be half as nice. You say you're out to kill but for you it's just a lie, the only burn you can give is your image to my eyes."

Roman stumbled a bit at that, but quickly recovered. "Say what you want, oh my logical one, but your grasp on this rap is good as done. You cannot win, you're five foot three, you're overall inferior. Just give up, submit to me, bow down before your ruler."

Logan's mind took that and ran with it. Ran right into the gutter, in fact. He blushed and stuttered, attempting to find words.

"What do you have to say for yourself, hmm?" Roman purred, leaning in very close. So close, in fact, that their lips were almost touching. Then, almost as if nothing had happened, he leaned back and flashed an award-winning, smirk-like smile.

"Well, I enjoyed that! If only we could remember what we said!"

"I have an exceptional memory," Logan said, not looking up from where he was writing them down. He kept his head down partly to write, and partly to hide his blush.

"Wonderful!" Roman beamed and clapped. "Well now, I'd say I'm starved, haven't eaten all day! Shall we eat, and then record?"

Logan closed the notebook. "I agree completely."

"Let us go forth!" Roman smiled and extended his hand in aid for Logan to stand.

Logan took it and stood, giving Roman a small, shy smile.

The two opted for Roman's Extra-Special Fantabulous Mac N Cheese, which, despite the extra name was truly 'fantabulous'. Logan made a mental note to add that word to his slang cards.

Once they finished, Roman led him back to the studio, and they wrote and recorded into the late hours of the night.

It was 11:30 when either of them noticed the time.

"Oh, Logan, you best get home!"

"I really should." He stood and got his stuff together. "For the video-"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be finished and posted tomorrow! Now, did you walk or drive here?"

"Walked."

"Then allow me to drive you home."

"You really don't have to."

"But I must!" Roman insisted. "It's dangerous for you to walk home by yourself in the dark!"

Logan sighed. "Alright. If you insist."

Roman grinned and led him out of the house and down to the garage. He opened the door of a red (car) and helped Logan in before getting in himself and speeding off.

"Goodnight, Specs!" Roman called, dropping him off in front of his apartment building.

"Goodnight to you too, Princey," Logan said in return before going inside.

As Roman went to sleep that night, he couldn't get his mind off the way he had teased Logan, the almost-kiss that had happened, and how cute the nerd was. He promised himself he'd return to the Starbucks where Logan worked the next day, just to see the cute boy's eyes light up on sight of Roman. He fell asleep with a smile on his face, thinking of what could come in the future.

Logan had similar thoughts as he fell to sleep, overthinking the almost-kiss and the teasing. His final rational thought was of Roman's dazzling smile, falling into a peaceful sleep.

[asterythm]

Florida Trash Toddler Turns One Year Old, Immediately Murders Older "Twin" Brother For Cake

aghh, sorry this is so messy -- I wasn't originally planning on posting anything today, but if

@thatsthat24

isn’t gonna give us a new photoshoot to celebrate the anniversary of the first time this repugnant rodent knocked his brother out, then I guess I'll just have to do it myself 🤷🤷 happy birthday, mister idiot butthole boy.

tags under the cut!!

General: @surleytemple @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @ihateitwhenyourejustvague @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas @fandersfic-roman

[notveryglittery]

hope sweet hope (like a star burning bright)

summary: logan and virgil are stuck in a forest of pine trees. roman's gonna fix that. (patton's going to be proud of the pun i made in this summary.) ships: analogical (pining/romantic), royality (established/romantic) wc: 2.4k / warnings: overstimulation/panic attack (brief) notes: happiest of birthdays to @lovevirgil​ <3 (title from “hope” by remedy) (written in present tense!!) 

read on ao3 | @fandersfic-analogical​

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Usually, overstimulation is the least of Virgil’s problems. During the day, it’s paranoia and anxiety; at night, it’s nightmares and thinking too much. Sometimes, he feels too little and he needs heavy reminders that he’s still solid and real. Feeling too much might happen in the middle of a panic attack but at that point, he’s already got so much going on, he barely notices.

He isn’t even doing anything particularly overwhelming when it hits. He’s just opening a jar of Crofter’s when something crashes above him. The noise is startlingly loud, he’s not sure what it is or where it comes from, and the sound of glass shattering on the floor at his feet doesn’t help. He grabs onto the counter, breaths coming suddenly in short gasps.

Before Virgil can even think of what to do next, Logan is standing in front of him. He’s taken one of Virgil’s hands in his own and the other is holding his elbow as he guides them towards the small dining table. He's talking, voice low and soothing, but Virgil can’t make any of the words out. Something heavy drops onto his shoulders and despite jolting in surprise at first, the sensation quickly chases away most of his nerves.

He isn't sure how much time passes before his hands are wrapped around something warm. By now, his surroundings have gone mercifully quiet. Even still, the sound of the faucet turning off makes him flinch; he hadn’t realized the white noise was the water running. Mechanically, he drinks from the mug he’s holding. By the time he’s fully settled back into himself, Logan is sitting at the table with him, going over his agenda.

“Sorry,” Virgil says automatically.

“Nothing to apologize for,” Logan reassures him.

Virgil looks to see that the jam and glass has been cleaned up, as if it never happened at all. He drinks again from his mug but the tea has gone cold. He glances up to the ceiling, trying to figure out what had set him off earlier.

“It’s the tenants above us,” Logan says, closing his planner.

Virgil realizes suddenly that Logan is sans scarf. No matter the season, Logan without fail wears his scarf in the dorms. He must be squinting, as if looking for the missing garment, because Logan just smiles.

“Rock paper scissors to see who has to go talk to them for being too loud?”

They tie on every match and it’s just more proof to Virgil that they’re meant to be, as stupid as that sounds. Yeah, might as well call Virgil a tree because boy is pining. They head out of their room, down the hall, and up the stairs. It’s not hard to find the culprits they’re looking for given that they’re still making quite a lot of noise.

Before Virgil can prepare himself for confrontation, Logan is knocking on the door.

The racket stops immediately. A few seconds later, they can hear voices going back and forth. If the students are trying to whisper, they’re failing miserably.

“What if it’s the RA?” one asks.

“Well then we’re in big trouble unless we can hide her somehow!” responds the other in far too hopeful a tone.

“Last time we did that, she knocked over my trophies shelf!”

“Yes, honey, I remember, it was barely an hour ago.”

Logan and Virgil share a look.

“We’re not the resident assistant,” Logan says loudly.

The voices quiet again.

“That sounds exactly like something a resident assistant would say!” the first one calls back.

There's the sound of footsteps approaching and Virgil can only assume they’re using the peephole to see who is at the door.

“Oh!”

Several things happen at once.

The door opens, revealing probably the softest looking individual Virgil has ever seen. Next, a blur of black darts out of the room, at Virgil’s legs, up his torso, and into the fabric wrapped around his shoulders. Finally, someone asks “isn’t that the scarf you wear all the time?”

“Aw,” coos the one who’d answered the knock. “Pixie likes you!”

“It is,” Logan replies, clearing his throat. “That is besides the point. Earlier, you made quite a commotion. We’re here to ask if you could refrain from doing so again.”

“That was not our fault!” exclaims the one wearing a thick maroon sweater that reminds Virgil of the Weasley’s.

As it is, he’s distracted plenty by the purring kitten curled up in Logan's scarf. That's a question for later, especially because if he starts thinking about how he’s wearing Logan's clothes, he’ll combust. The cat (Pixie?) is warm and soft. Virgil carefully scratches between her ears.

“Oh, I'm Patton!” says the pastel one. “They/them, please. We’re so sorry if we scared you!”

“Roman,” grumbles the redhead, “he/him. As I said already, it’s not our fault! Pixie is just… well—” He pauses to gesture at Virgil, who can hardly focus with the way it feels having the kitten rumbling against his chest like a mini-engine. “... Wily.”

“Gosh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her cozy up to someone so fast.” Patton says. It looks like there are stars in their eyes.

If Virgil were paying any attention, he’d notice Logan's expression looking much the same. He's still pretty out of it, though, and he’s kind of confused right now with the mischievous grin on Roman’s face.

“Come in!” Roman suggests suddenly, wrapping an arm around Patton’s waist and pulling them close to his side. “The least we could do is offer some cocoa!”

“Roman makes the best hot chocolate,” Patton says, nodding. “Besides, I don't know how easy it’ll be trying to take Pixie from you…”

“Ah, where are my manners,” Logan mutters. “Logan and Virgil, he/him for the both of us. We live just below you.”

Patton grimaces. “Oh, that must have been so loud… please let us make it up to you?”

Virgil is stepping into the room before anyone else can speak. He's still pretty transfixed by Pixie, who has started to knead the scarf with her little paws.

“I suppose we accept, then,” Logan said, sighing in a way that is exasperated and fond all at once.

Virgil sinks into the love seat in the living area, careful not to jostle Pixie. Logan hesitates, not finding anywhere else to sit.

“Apologies,” Roman says, not sounding apologetic at all. He nudges Logan closer to the only available spot. “Patton and I aren't shy about personal space.”

Logan scowls at Roman, who is grinning cheekily as he joins Patton in the kitchen. Still, he sits down next to Virgil. “She seems quite fond of you.”

“I love her,” Virgil says, hushed. He's definitely starstruck.

Logan has no warning, no time to retreat to higher ground, and so the tsunami of affection washes over him without remorse. For a moment, he drowns in his unspoken feelings; the weight of it nearly pushes him under until he has no choice but to let it all spill out, regardless of the consequences.

“Do you like marshmallows?!” Patton’s voice asks from over his shoulder.

“Loves ���em,” Virgil answers for him. “The big ones, if you have those.”

Logan hopes the blush doesn’t look as obvious as it feels.

“Do you wanna hold her?” Virgil asks suddenly, turning finally to look at Logan. He reels back, apparently not having realized how close they were sitting.

“Sure,” Logan says, awkwardly holding his hands out.

Virgil huffs in that quiet-laugh sort of way Logan likes so much. He takes Logan's wrists and rearranges his position so that his arms are cradled against his chest. Slowly, Virgil removes Pixie from the scarf-nest and into Logan's hold. She snuffles a little before settling in the crook of his elbow.

“Oh,” Logan whispers.

“Seriously?!” They hear Roman exclaim from the archway into the kitchen. When he notices that they’ve noticed him, he jumps, and disappears from view.

Still, just because they can’t see him doesn’t mean they can’t hear him. Roman doesn’t really understand what it means to be discreet, unfortunately.

“They’re just making heart eyes at each other!” Roman hisses, sounding agonized. “I’ve known them for five minutes and even I can tell that they’re in love!”

Virgil has never felt so hot in his entire life. 

“Roman, shh,” Patton hushes him.

Logan is pretty much frozen.

Three terribly long minutes pass before Patton comes out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with four mugs on it. “I hope y’all aren’t lactose intolerant! We use milk and creamer so it’s extra smooth.”

“Hey, how come you recognized Logan's scarf?” Virgil blurts as Roman joins them.

“Well, he wears it everywhere, doesn’t he?” Roman asks, taking his mug. “At least, I’ve never seen him in the dorm building without it on.”

“Hence why everywhere isn’t entirely accurate,” Logan corrects, accepting a mug from Patton.

“Still, must mean a lot if you have it on so often. Can’t imagine you’d share it with just anybody.” Roman sips loudly from his mug, holding eye contact with Logan.

Virgil begrudgingly takes one of the drinks, knowing he can’t possibly enjoy it now that he feels like he’s dying of heatstroke.

“Well, Virgil isn’t just anybody,” Logan says simply, as if it’s obvious.

It’s a miracle Virgil doesn’t spill all over the scarf, the stupid comfortable soft thing that means a lot to Logan, which, well, what does it mean that Logan's letting him wear it now? Sure, right after the noise-induced panic attack is all fine and good, but why hasn’t he asked for it back yet?

“Kiddo, your ‘mallows are melting,” Patton stage-whispers.

Virgil takes such a big, sudden gulp of hot cocoa that he burns the roof of his mouth. “So how long have you two been roomies?” He rasps.

“Oh!” Patton exclaims, wiggling a little from where they’ve sat criss cross applesauce on the floor. “Well, for forever, really!”

“We shared a room at an orphanage,” Roman explains. “We were lucky to be adopted by neighbors, who were very kind and let us have sleepovers frequently.”

“He’s my best friend,” Patton says soppily, blowing a kiss at Roman.

“And they’re my soulmate,” Roman continues, catching the kiss and pressing it to his heart.

“Gross,” Virgil responds, sticking his tongue out.

“That is… something.” Logan says slowly, thoughts very far away as he imagines what it would have been like if he’d been lucky enough to meet Virgil earlier on in life.

“How about you two?” Patton prompts.

“Met junior year,” Virgil replies, “hit it off pretty quick.”

“When it turned out we had applied for the same colleges, it was clear some things are meant to be.”

“Did you just use a love song to describe your relationship with Virgil?” Roman asks, delighted.

“What?”

“What?” Virgil echoes.

“Ro!” Patton scolds, as if this isn’t the first time he’s had to be reprimanded for meddling.

Roman is grinning like the damn cheshire cat. Virgil is sure he’s as bright as the roses painted red and he’d very much like out of this mad cocoa party, thank you kindly.

“Well, this was fun,” he says loudly, setting his mug down on the end table. “I'm exhausted, though, good night!” And with that, he gets up (after a moment of struggling, as if the tiny couch is determined to hold him hostage) and heads for the door.

He can hear Patton scrambling up, as if to follow, but someone else is at his back first.

“It was a pleasure meeting you both. Please do keep it down in the future.”

It figures Logan would be the one to follow him out, not because they came here together or because they’re roommates or anything, but because Logan always, without fail, is there to look out for him. Oh god, Virgil is going to die.

He doesn’t realize he’s running his hands over the scarf until he’s halfway down the staircase where he misses a step and doesn’t catch the railing in time and oh good, he’s really just having the best night, isn’t he—

A hand catches the back of his sweater and pulls.

He lands hard, probably bruising his tailbone, but his elbows are caught, and instead of falling back and possibly hitting his head, he lands against something sturdy and warm. He tilts back, looking up, and, oh good, his night is getting better and better—

“Are you okay?” Logan asks breathlessly.

“What do you… am I... are you serious?”

“I’m sorry if i’ve made you uncomfortable,” Logan says sincerely, letting go now that Virgil isn’t in danger of getting hurt. Logan even scoots up a step so that Virgil can have his space. Virgil realizes he's no longer carrying Pixie, which should be obvious, but he already kinda misses her.

“L, what are you going on about?”

“Back there, some of the things I said, they were… I didn’t think them through.” He looks away, reaching towards his neck as if to fidget with something, before he remembers it isn’t there. “It’s important, though, that you… you know that I mean every word, right?”

Virgil pivots so he’s better facing Logan. They’ve been through a lot but Virgil’s not sure he’s ever seen Logan like… this. Kind of guilty and hesitant… but genuine and determined, too. Virgil just wants to kiss all the uncertainties away and he’s pretty sure that wouldn’t be a bad thing to do given how the last half hour had gone.

“We have a lot to talk about, huh?” He says with a quiet chuckle.

Logan looks relieved and then, confused—

“You don’t have to—”

Virgil leans in close as he puts Logan's scarf back on for him. “I think you could use it more right now than me.”

He stands up, wincing a little, before holding his hands out for Logan to take. He does so and Virgil tries not to blush too hard. “Are we gonna have to thank the noisy drama nerd for pushing us in the right direction?”

Logan pulls himself up with Virgil’s help. “I believe doing so would inflate his ego quite dangerously. It’s probably best we don’t encourage him.”

Virgil does a poor job of trying to conceal his laughter. It just makes Logan's stomach flip. He supposes there’s no hope of getting used to that sensation now. Virgil only lets go of one of his hands as he begins to lead the rest of the way downstairs and back to their dorm. Logan can’t seem to keep the smile off of his face, wondering if hand holding will become a new pastime of theirs… he certainly can’t wait to find out.

[patchworkofstars]

Creativity lets us take flight!

⭐💖👑🌈 Happy birthday to Roman Sanders, my favourite dramatic and loveable prince! 🌈👑💖⭐

@fandersfic-roman

[asterythm]

Spring is almost upon us, so I went ahead and made a batch of floral/bird photo edits for each of @thatsthat24‘s Sides (+ Remy and Picani as a bonus)!! 

You’re more than welcome to use these for pfps, moodboards etc. with credit (@spectralheartt) !

Tags + flower types under the cut!

Roman: Roses Deceit: Sunflowers Remus: Tulips Picani: Also roses (I did his edit first, so...) Sleep/Remy: Dandelions Patton: Forget-me-nots Logan: Almond branches Virgil: Poppies

General: @surleytemple @starryfirefliesbloggo @icecoldparadise @lyditist @fandom-random2405 @beach-fan @ihateitwhenyourejustvague @starryeyedhomicide @unring-this-bell @flix-net @pheonix-inside @thelowlysatsuma @residentanchor @sanderstalker @kazykazu @theres-no-winning-on-christmas

@fandersfic-roman @fandersfic-deceit @fandersfic-patton @fandersfic-logan @fandersfic-virgil

[notveryglittery]

kiss me

summary: a series of kisses.  words: 1,820 / ship: romantic royality notes: @hawthornshadow​ said “kiss me” by sixpence none the richer and royality and this happened? i wrote it on discord so it’s kinda plotless and messy but it’s cute, imo!! shout out to @sleepless-in-starbucks​ for encouraging me along the way <3 

please listen to “kiss me” while you read!!  read on ao3 | @fandersfic-royality 

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If this godforsaken town has one thing going for it, it’s Patton Hart. He is sweet, and handsome, and mesmerizing. From the light floppy sun hats to the pastel spaghetti strap dresses; from his strawberry blond curls to the sharp emerald green of his eyes; from the sure swift grace he moves with and the mischievous smile he hides behind his hand. There is confidence in Patton that makes Roman wonder if he really isn’t from the city, if he truly has been born and raised out here in wheat fields and sunflower plains. 

They meet when Roman is sixteen. He and his mother have only just moved to Iowa and don't get him wrong, he'd go to the ends of the Earth for his mom, but did her job really have to transfer her to the middle of nowhere? Roman isn’t sure this tiny little town even knows what Starbucks was. There’s one grocery store, one gas station, a library that also doubles as the cinema which makes absolutely no sense, and an ice cream parlor. They have an ice cream parlor but they don’t have stable WiFi and what was the gosh darn ding dang point of a cute, aesthetic ice cream parlor if he can’t post on Instagram about it? 

Roman had been hoping it'd take some time to explore his new home, to get to know the lay of the land, but it really only takes him a day and a half, and that is only because they arrived late in the evening. It isn’t until after Roman has the streets memorized (which isn’t difficult given that there are about nine of them) that he stops in at Scoops 'n Smiles. He thinks it a stupid name but then again, most of this town is still stupid to him, because he’s still bitter about living in it. 

It all gets a whole less stupid when a greeting rings out to him as he steps inside.

*

Roman might not know anything about the cute employee behind the counter but the cute employee behind the counter certainly knows plenty about Roman. It is such a small town, after all, and word spreads fast. He’s a city boy, out here with his mama, and so far he’s been nothing but polite, if not a little grumpy. Neither of them would admit it until they’d been engaged for five months, eight days, and thirteen hours - but the love at first sight is entirely mutual. 

Roman approaches the counter with a spring in his step and stars in his eyes. Patton had smiled coyly at him. 

“Hiya, welcome to Scoops ’n Smiles,” Patton would say sweetly. 

Roman would choke (“your accent,” he’d explain later, “god, you were so cute.”) and Patton would find his stammering endearing. They’re only sixteen but Patton has never been so sure of something in his life. He’d marry this boy, if the fates would allow it. 

Maybe Patton hands Roman a napkin with his ice cream, despite there being a dispenser at the counter beside the spoons. Maybe it has Patton’s phone number written on it. Maybe Patton winks at Roman as he leaves, gripping his cone so tightly it is close to crumbling. Maybe Patton screams into a dish towel the moment the parlor is empty again.

*

Their first date is, not to put it loosely, magical. Roman learns quickly that anything is magical where Patton was involved. They go out to the lake. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and bright and warm. Patton is wearing a sundress in a shade of blue that matches the sky. Roman wears the wrong pair of shoes and they are caked in mud by the end of the day, but that’s alright. 

The stars are sparkling brighter than Roman has ever seen, laying in the bed of Patton’s truck beside the barley fields and green pastures. Lightning bugs flit in and out of view, the air is cool on his skin, and Patton is telling him all about the constellations.

“How d’you know so much?” Roman asks. 

“My cousin taught me when he visited last year,” Patton answers, turning to look at Roman, and smiling, smiling so sparkling and pretty that the stars no longer compare. “I’m pretty sure he used it to do the same thing I’m doing.” 

“And what’s that?” 

“Trying to impress a boy he liked.” 

Patton tastes like strawberry ice cream and vanilla chapstick. Roman doesn’t see it, given he’s so very focused on kissing Patton (kissing Patton!), but a shooting star streaks across the sky, and it really all might as well be made for movies.

*

Let it be known that Patton is never one to be outdone. He throws himself into his projects and his friendships and his work. His pa tells him to be careful about giving and giving and giving, that he has to slow down sometimes. Patton thinks that silly; how could he ever do that when he has so much love and energy bottled up inside, so much that he feels like he might burst with it? Roman matches him here and it is exhilarating. City boy is outgoing and adventurous and go go go. It feels so good to finally have someone that can keep up. 

What could possibly go wrong when Patton has someone as wonderful and sincere and bright as Roman at his side? 

Winter is approaching and so the town is celebrating its autumn harvest. They do this at the end of every season and it’s Roman's first time attending one. There are games and prizes, treats and cider, and when the cleared space for a dance floor is glowing with moonlight, and the band is at full swing, Roman takes Patton by the hands, swinging and spinning him around. 

By the end of the night, the fireflies dancing and the silver moon sparkling, Roman will press a kiss to Patton's lips and murmur breathlessly "I love you." 

Never one to be outdone, Patton will return it, and he'll continue with hushed compliments, and light pecks anywhere he can reach, and by the end, Roman will be as red as the changing leaves.

*

If Roman had known he'd only have two years, he'd have done more with his time. He'd have confessed his love sooner, he'd have made sure to take more photos, he'd have done better.  

It’s at the broken treehouse and working tire swing that they've taken to spending their free mornings at. Patton is wearing his favorite sun hat, the one with the flowers. Roman’s pushing him on the swing, soaking in the sound of his laughter and the warm unfiltered sunlight. He doesn’t want to go. 

They sit down for a picnic, looking at an old map Patton's dad had given them, one marked with trails and clearings and lakes. The idea of spending his summer with Patton exploring and hiking sounds so much better than going back to concrete skyscrapers and smog. He doesn’t want to go.  

"I have to go." 

Patton looks at him curiously. 

"Home, I mean."

"You are home," Patton assures him. 

"I -" and it's all Roman can say before tears are stinging at the corners of his eyes. 

Patton's expression crumbles and he hurries to pull Roman into his arms, shushing him, and pressing kisses to the top of his head, and running a hand up and down his back. Somehow, it doesn’t help.

*

The following three years are dreadful. They are boring and slow and lonely and Patton finally understands what his pa meant by taking it easy. He can’t work at Smiles ’n Scoops without remembering this is where he met the love of his life, he can’t attend harvest festivals without recalling the way Roman had blushed so prettily after their first I love you, he can’t look at the broken treehouse in the park without remembering the way it had felt to hold a crying, trembling Roman in his arms. 

Sure, there are letters and texts and video calls. They don’t compare to the way Roman’s hand fits perfectly in his. The freckles Roman had earned from all his time in the sun fade the longer he is back in the city. His hair is darker and there are bags under his eyes and Patton wonders if it is because it’s so noisy there; he can hear it through the phone sometimes. 

Roman does get better, over time. He gets used to the noise and the monotone colors and it is almost like he was never in Iowa to begin with. That doesn’t mean anything, though, because three years and eight months and two weeks later, he’s packed everything he owns, and he moves back home. 

Home is where the heart is after all. More accurately, home is where the Hart is. 

Maybe he keeps it a secret. Maybe he meets up with Patton's father and asks for his blessing. Maybe the entire town is on the same page for once and doesn’t spread the word. Maybe Patton doesn’t see Roman sneaking up on him at the autumn harvest festival. 

Maybe when Patton turns around, Roman is behind him on one knee. Maybe when they kiss this time, it is with shaking hands and tears of joy and a ring that sparkles like the silver moon.

*

Five months, eight days, and thirteen hours into being engaged and Roman is still as hopelessly smitten as he has been since day one. He’s helping Patton to figure out his new phone. Somehow, Patton’s had the same iPhone 5 for over seven years, and it was still in perfect working condition. There wasn’t a scratch or dent on it, not once had it needed to be factory reset. When Roman asks how Patton does it (because Roman has gone through at least four phones), Patton says sweetly, like the way he does the day they met: 

“I take care of the things I love.” 

And it should just be something Patton says but nothing Patton ever says is just something and someone might as well be crowing “one hit KO” because Roman is down for the count. 

“I loved you at first sight,” Patton sighs, as if Roman isn’t already dead. “I said to the fates, I’m going to marry that boy.” 

Roman falls over, swooning onto Patton’s lap. The harvest festivals see them on the moonlit dance floor less often, too busy staying curled up beside each other. “Dearheart, please have mercy.” 

Patton grins mischievously and leans over to press a kiss to Roman's lips. There are fireflies dancing around him and his strawberry blond curls look like they're glowing. "Now why ever would I do that?" 

And if Roman confesses beneath the milky twilight to Patton, too, that he'd fallen in love at first sight, hoping to fluster his fiancé (his fiancé!) in return, well... Patton is never one to be outdone.

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Complete

Synopsis: Patton is aromantic, and that's more than okay.

Word Count: 843

Warnings: There’s a paragraph about food, but it’s all in one place so you can skip it if you need to.

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Patton loves his friends. He loves them so much he feels he could almost burst from the overwhelming emotions. From that happiness that bubbles up in his chest and warms his soul whenever he meets one of them after too long spent apart, or when they surprise him with a tight hug. Or when they're all together, playing games, watching movies, or simply enjoying each other's company, and he looks around and feels his heart swell with joy at just spending time with them.

And so what if the love he feels is never romantic? If he doesn’t even know how romantic love would feel? He has no need for romantic love, not when his platonic love for them all runs so deep and so true.

Patton finds so much in the world to love, in so many different ways. He loves the way puppies wriggle gleefully when he rubs their bellies, and the way their tails wag their whole bodies with enthusiasm. The way their ears flap when they run fast, and the way they leap and bounce with excitement when they play. Really, he loves everything there is about puppies.

And then there are cats! With their velvet-soft fur and the contented motor sound of their purring. To Patton, the chance to make a cat happy will always be worth the sniffles and itchy eyes his allergy brings.

He loves the blue of the sky on a clear day and the soft warmth of sunshine on his skin. Long walks ending in picnics, or lazy days spent relaxing on the beach. Gardening, and then enjoying a cool drink among the bright colours and fragrances of the flowers.

But he also loves the rain! The sound of it drumming against the windows when he’s safe and warm inside, and the freshness of the air after a storm. The way each leaf sparkles with droplets, and the radiant colours of the rainbow.

When he gets to experience winter beyond Florida’s warm borders, he relishes the crunch of fresh snow under his boots and the fluffiness of it in his hands. The glint of sunlight on icicles, and the cosiness of fuzzy winter sweaters and curling up near an open fire as the early darkness falls outside.

And then there’s food! So many favourite flavours that make him fall in love with every mouthful. Cakes and cookies: chocolate chip, triple chocolate, red velvet, and even the oatmeal raisin cookies that Roman refuses to touch. And as if all the sweet delights weren’t enough to satisfy him, there are so many savoury ones to enjoy! The tang of pizza, hot or cold, and the soft-firmness of pasta seasoned with a love that doesn’t need romance to make it taste delicious.

But most of all, more than anything else in the whole world, Patton loves his famILY. He loves the way Logan’s eyes light up when he gets to share information on a topic he’s passionate about. The way he fiddles with his necktie when he’s flustered, and his hesitant, awkward, yet heartfelt apologies when he realises he’s unintentionally hurt someone’s feelings. The thought he puts into gifts for them when words alone cease to be enough.

Patton loves Virgil’s small, amused smiles when he thinks that no one’s watching, and those rare but precious laughs he can’t quite manage to suppress – especially when they’re at one of Patton’s jokes. And he loves the deep and genuine caring Virgil shows in his own subtle ways, and his determination to protect them all even at his own expense.

And then, of course, there's Roman. Roman with his boldness, his loud gestures, his dramatic flair and theatricality that liven up every conversation. But also those softer, quieter moments when he ceases to be Roman-the-prince, or Roman-the-actor, and becomes simply Roman-the-friend. Patton loves his big dreams and his big heart, his passion and his devotion.

And as for Thomas… Patton feels so proud of him every day, a father’s pride in one he has watched grow and blossom since the day he was born. Patton sees how hard he tries, how much he cares for his fans and his abiding devotion to each one of his many friends. Of course he loves Thomas, how could he not? As a father, as a friend, and as his own emotional heart. A love beyond words.

Patton is aromantic, but every day he falls in his own kind of love with the sunrise or the sunset, with the music of his favourite TV show or the colours of his favourite clothes. With Roman’s swirling cursive and the timbre of his voice. With the steady rhythm of Logan’s typing and his unconscious murmuring of facts as he works. With Virgil’s soft humming, his sweater paws, and his inner strength. Patton watches over them all with a soft smile and a platonic love strong enough to conquer even the melancholy feelings that life still brings him sometimes.

Patton is aromantic, and with his heart overflowing with so much love, he will always be complete.

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Hear You Sing

Logince with some background Moxiety, High School AU

Thanks to the great @daring-elm for helping me with a prompt! And thanks to @cataccino for finding and correcting some mistakes!

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It was one of those nights again. Logan sat back in his seat, watching the prince dance across the stage. He was supposed to man the lights, but this was only a test run and they all knew what they had to do when anyway. Besides, he loved to hear Roman sing. And surely Virgil could man the light switches as well, for just one moment...

That moment quickly turned into a couple minutes. Those turned into half an hour, which turned into a full hour, and before Logan knew what had happened, he had watched the entire play. Mr. Sanders shot a disapproving look at the booth of the lighting crew, but his gaze softened when he saw the nerd sitting in the last row with such a star-struck expression. On stage the actors bowed, blinking angrily into the still too bright light, before the curtains closed, the spotlights turning off a bit later.

Behind the stage Virgil collapsed against the wall, panting heavily and readily accepting a water bottle from his boyfriend Patton.

Mr. Sanders turned the ceiling lights back on and clapped his hands. “Alright folks, ten minute break for everyone, then we'll talk!“

Relieved babbling filled the room as the stage to go drink something. Logan leaned against the wall next to his strategically placed backpack. (Next to Romans, of course)

The boy, still in his prince costume, arrived and leaned down to rummage through his own bag for his bottle. He was gleaming in the soft light, face and hair glistening with sweat. As he came up to take a sip, he ran his hand through his hair to keep the locks out of his face.

Logan took a breath to ready himself, focusing on appearing cool on the outside, and pushed himself off the wall, taking a step towards Roman.

“You did a good job today.“

Roman's head snapped up and he pressed a hand to his chest, eyes wide and breathing quick. “Logan!“, he gasped accusingly.

Logan smirked a bit. “I apologise, my dear prince Roman. I simply came to congratulate my friend on his performance.“

Roman smiled at him. “I'm flattered, my dear nerd“ - at this his smile turned into a grin - “Though I'm afraid I cannot say the same about you.“ He sat down, moving their bags aside to make room, and patted the space next to him.

With a sigh Logan sat down next to him: “I wish I could hear you sing more often...“ He rested his head on the taller boy's shoulder. Roman blushed a little at his next words: “You have a gorgeous voice.“

“W-Well, maybe V could-“, he tried.

“No. You've seen what would happen if Mr. S gave him another task. We can't ask that of him.“

Roman nodded slowly, thinking for a moment, before the grin returned to his face. With gentle fingers he gripped the nerds chin and tilted his face up to look at him.

“Well, I guess I'll just have to show you then... My place, tomorrow after school?“

Now it was Logans turn to blush. Hesitantly he nodded. “O-Okay...“

“Great, then it's a date!“ Roman let go of his face just in time for Mr. Sanders to clap his hands again, demanding their attention.

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A Dress and a Smile

 Logan stitched on the final button and then sat back to admire his work. Finally, it was done. After Virgil gifted him an entire collection of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot, Logan knew he couldn’t just give him a simple thank you. So he went to Patton.

 Patton happily showed him a few gifts he thought might be suitable for Virgil, but Logan had another idea. 

“Do you remember the idea you had for “couple” dresses, a few months prior?” Patton smiled and pulled two mannequins into the room.

“I finished me and Roman’s a while back. I’ve been looking for an excuse to wear them.” 

Logan thanked him and set to work. He wanted to make the dresses suitable for both their tastes. The first design was too Virgil, and the second too Logan. The third finally meshed both the logical side’s and the anxious side’s styles perfectly. The dress had a plaid undershirt in purple and black with a vest over top. The skirt was blue, full and ruffled. 

Logan grinned and wrapped both dresses up and brought them to the living room where Patton had brought their boyfriends.

“Patton and I have been talking and we decided to give both of you a gift as a representation of our appreciation,” Logan stated and then gave a small smile. “Also because we love and care about you two.”

Patton grabbed the wrapped dresses and gave the other couple’s dresses to Logan. Logan turned to Virgil and handed the gift to him.“For you my starlight.”

Virgil unwrapped the dress as Logan did the same. “Wow L. I love it!” He gave his boyfriend a hug and left to go try the dress on.

Logan turned to Patton. “Thank you for your help.” 

The moral side smiled back at him. “No prob Logan. Besides we did this together, even Steven.”

Logan flipped through his vocab cards and then nodded. “Regardless, thank you.”

Virgil and Roman came back into the room. Logan smiled and went to go talk with his boyfriend.

My first fic, so I apologize for any out of character behavior or awkwardness of the wording. Inspired by @bleepblopbloop56‘s drawings. https://bleepblopbloop56.tumblr.com/post/179387904438/so-remember-when-everyone-was-doing-those-fusions

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40. "Will you marry me?"54. "I can't stand the thought of loosing you."59. "You own my heart." Royality

A/N: This is an alternative ending to When Angels Cry 

Warnings: Food mention, death mention, past break-up, crying, kissing

Forever Starts Now

Roman sat in his car, his hands loose on the wheel as he looked over the front of his home, their home…knowing Patton was inside and waiting for him. He wondered what it was Patton was cooking, what scents he would walk into tonight, what music his boyfriend would be playing.

The morning replayed in his head, just as it usually did when he got home, the sleepy way Patton smiled at him as he woke up. The soft and playful whine as Patton tried to keep Roman trapped in bed, before accepting Roman pulling him out of bed. The warmth of the kitchen as Roman brewed them coffee and Patton made pancakes.

Roman took a deep breath and turned the car off, leaning back in his seat as he smiled to himself. It wasn’t always easy for the pair of them, Roman had expected that. Becoming exclusive young, moving in together…that came with seperate hardships and struggles. But nothing ever felt like a ‘fight’. Not in the traditional sense.

No matter what he did, Roman couldn’t quite recall how it all started. High school? Where they studied together and experimented with being gay (and discovered they were both very gay) and started being more physically affectionate? Was it college? When Roman had asked Patton to move in with him after his parents died and left him the house, or when Patton dropped out to join culinary school?

He couldn’t remember. But when he did know was that the love they’d foster had grown so slowly and so deep…Roman knew nothing could uproot it.

Roman snickered as he remembered Roman’s ex-boyfriend, the man who had held Patton’s heart through college and ultimately broken it. They’d been a fairly good match, admittedly, but there was something they had both been missing from the relationship. And even now, Patton wasn’t able to explain what it was Roman gave that Logan couldn’t.

Roman smiled as he opened his car door and stepped out, stretching his arms above his head and yawning as he pulled his gym bag out of the car and slung it over his shoulder. He had an audition in a few days and keeping his peak physical form was important! And…well, he was bored at the office. He wanted to follow his passion, dang it, and Patton was more than supportive.

Temp work only kept Roman so entertained.

But…there was an ulterior motive for spending most of his time at the gym too. He needed the extra time to find the perfect…gift for his Patton Puffball. And he’d found it.

Temp work didn’t exactly pay well enough to pay it off straight away, but weeks of overtime and shorter gym sessions meant he finally had it.

He settled his hand loosely around it as he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. He had finally worked it off and now, it was his.

The soft sound of familiar laughter and the smell of spices floated through the air as Roman closed the door and stepped into the main living space. A familiar face turned to him, looking healthier that Roman had ever seen it, familiar black eyeshadow smeared under his eyes.

“Oof, Roman, what killed and resurrected you?” Virgil teased as he nursed a mug of tea, his hands pale as they held the mug tightly.

“The gym dragon.” he teased back and Logan stood, beaming when he saw Roman.

“Ro!” Logan wrapped an arm around his neck and Roman hugged him tightly back, “It’s so good to see you! We were hoping to surprise you.”

Roman chuckled and let go, beaming as Patton flitted up behind him and hugged tightly, “Hey baby!” he chirped, nuzzling his back, “Mm, gym shirt. Favourite.” he teased and Roman rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” he blew a raspberry, “Did you text me about these guys dropping by?”

Patton gasped, “No! I forgot!”

Roman chuckled and kissed his hair, “Only asking because I didn’t check.” Patton giggled as he let Roman go, “Lemme shower and get comfy.”

Patton stretched onto his toes to kiss Roman, “Okey dokey! Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes!” he called as Roman leapt the stairs two at a time.

Any other night and Roman would have taken his time in the shower, working out fatigue in his muscles and enjoying the warm bliss, and probably luring Patton in with him in the process. But tonight…tonight two of his best friends were here and he had an important question to ask Patton.

One had been thinking of for a long time.

He changed into comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt, rolling his eyes when Virgil whistled in playfully, and tossed a pillow at his best friend as he laughed.

Roman cornered Patton against the stove, kissing his temple and breathing in the food deeply, “Smells delicious, baby.” he whispered, holding his boyfriend close against his chest and feeling small rivers of tension flood out of Patton’s body, “I…have an important question to ask you later.” he whispered.

Patton smiled warmly, “Is it okay if the boys are here while you do?” he asked softly.

He nuzzled his temple, “You know I don’t mind an audience.” he teased, pulling Patton back from the stove to twirl him into a short dance, “Not when I’m showering you in love.”

Patton giggled and blushed brightly, throwing his arms around Roman’s neck and kissing him deeply, “Then it’s my turn to give back.”

Roman chuckled and nuzzled his hair, kissing over Patton’s face and letting him go, “Now, I’ll go entertain our unwanted guests!” he teased, copping a pillow from Logan as he stepped around the couches and he laughed warmly.

As usual, dinner with the whole gang was a warm affair. Virgil sent quips all over, Logan spewed plenty of facts, and Patton had lots of stories and puns to share.

Roman decided to ask when dinner was over and absorbing while everyone joined for a movie. Logan huffed that they hadn’t even really intended to stay for dinner, but Virgil silenced his protest by pulling him onto the couch.

When Virgil felt cuddly, Logan didn’t protest.

Roman smirked as the menu for the movie played, catching Patton’s hand before he moved to sit down, “Baby, I need to ask that question now.” he whispered, squeezing his hand lightly, and letting Patton set down the bowl of popcorn and soda.

“Yeah, baby? What is it?”

Roman swallowed hard, practically feeling Virgil’s smirk, “I couldn’t quite figure out where or how our relationship started.” he said softly as Patton looked up at him confused, “But I…know I want it to go further.” he kissed Patton’s knuckles, “So,” Roman slowly got down on knee, staring up at Patton as his eyes widened, “Patton, will you marry me?”

Logan gasped loudly, frantically clinging to Virgil as he snickered but grinned proudly at Roman, trying to calm his nerd down with soft reassurance. Roman had expected Logan to get excited, but he was almost shaking Virgil as he vibrated.

“Roman…” Patton whispered, squeezing his hand, and reaching into his pocket, “You stole my line.” he teased, showing his own velvet box as Roman stared with eyes wide.

“No way!” he beamed, “Wait so, that means-?”

Virgil huffed, “It’s obviously a yes, Princey!”

“Yes, Ro.” Patton answered warmly, “Of course I’ll marry you!”

Roman swept Patton up into a hug, spinning him as they laughed and hugged, letting Patton slip down to his feet but getting caught in a kiss as he did.

“You haven’t answered my question.” Patton teased.

“Yes. You own my heart, my love, of course!”

Roman tried to shake the jitters out of his shoulders as he stood at the end of the aisle, waiting for the door to open. It had taken them a while to get here, to the actual wedding, with plenty of teasing jabs from Virgil about how dumb Roman was that he hadn’t seen that Patton wanted to propose…

But at least Logan had his back, since Patton hadn’t known either.

Seeing Patton step down that aisle, given away by his father Thomas, made tears wriggle free and he just wanted to pull him into that kiss now, sweep him away and into the car.

“You look beautiful.” he whispered, holding Patton’s hands gently in his, helping push back the veil as Patton stared up at him with wide and teary eyes.

“You look stunning.” Patton whispered back, eyes round and full of love, grinning up at Roman as he jittered with the same excitement as Roman.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” The words tumbled out before Roman had really thought about it, but Patton squeezed his hands and grinned even brighter.

“Who said I ever intended on going anywhere?” he whispered back, turning to the minister as he began to speak.

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Analogical Headcanons

Hey there! Who's ready for some analogical human!au headcanons? Hmm? What's that? No one asked for these? Oh well, you're getting them anyways!

Who would:

Give nose/forehead kisses: Logan. He isn't a huge fan of displays of public affection but he does like giving these kinds of kisses; especially if they are in a crowded place and Virgil's anxiety is getting to him.

Gets jealous the most: Virgil, though it isn't as much jealousy as it is being over-protective. A few weeks into their relationship, they'd been at a bar and some frat guy tried to hit on Logan. Virgil got upset and stood in between Logan and frat guy before Logan even had a chance to say anything, telling him to back off because 'this nerd is taken.' Logan liked that Virgil cared enough to intervene, but reassured Virgil that he could take care of himself in situations like that.

Picks the other up from the bar when they're too drunk too drive: This has only happened once. They'd gotten into a huge fight that ended with Virgil storming off and driving around. He ended up at some dive bar and (unwisely) decided to go in and have a drink. Except one drink turned into two, which turned into five. Eventually he got so drunk the bartender cut him off and refused to let him drive home. Virgil, sad and lonely and upset that he couldn't drink anymore, called Logan. Logan went to pick him up, and when he saw Virgil crying and stumbling outside the bar, all his anger went away. He took Virgil home and took care of him.

Takes care of on sick days: They both take care of each other. But where Virgil can be coaxed to cooperate by some soft logical words, Logan has to be fought and argued with. Especially when Logan doesn't want to stop working. Virgil has had to physically pick Logan up and carry him to bed on multiple occasions. (Logan, you stubborn boi, let your boyfriend take care of you!)

Drags the other person out into the water on beach days: Virgil. They had traveled to California to visit their friends Roman and Patton for a week and they'd all gone to the beach. Logan had wanted to stay at the hotel but Virgil convinced him to come. With Roman and Patton's help, they pull Logan into the water and they have a wonderful day splashing and swimming in the ocean!

Gives unprompted massages: Logan. He mostly does this when Virgil has trouble sleeping. He'll stroke Virgil's back softly at first, then work out the knots and tense muscles until Virgil relaxes and falls asleep.

Drives/Rides shotgun: Virgil likes to drive, mostly because Logan prefers to read or write while they travel in the car. Logan only drives if he needs to.

Brings the other lunch at work: They both work from home (Logan writes both science-fiction and mystery novels and Virgil is a YouTuber) but they always make sure to take an hour break to eat lunch together.

Has the better parental relationship: Logan's parents were strict when he was growing up; always expecting perfect grades and for their son to be the best in everything he did. They didn't approve of Logan being gay, and they kicked him out when he was outed by his older brother. Logan went to live with his Uncle Joan, who didn't have a problem with Logan's sexuality. Logan still doesn't talk to his parents, and often refers to his Uncle Joan and their partner Talyn as his parents. Virgil was raised by two loving moms, and they adore Logan. Joan and Talyn also adore Virgil, and Virgil gets along with them both really well! Logan and Virgil alternate having holidays with their parents when they can't all be together.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Virgil had been wanting to try things in the bedroom for a while, and finally got the courage to talk to Logan about it. To his surprise, Logan admitted he was also curious, and was willing to try out some things. (Communication is so important in situations like this!)

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Logan. He doesn't get drunk often, but when he does he loosens up tremendously. They'd been having a New Year's celebration, just the two of them, and they'd both drank more than they'd originally planned. Logan got so drunk he took his clothes off and danced on the table in only his underwear and tie. Virgil thought it was both hilarious and attractive. Logan woke up the next morning with no memory of the incident, and Virgil had to tell him. Logan was embarrassed and hid under the covers. Virgil hugged him and promised to never tell anyone else about it.

Still cries watching Titanic: Virgil. Not full-on bawling, but there are always a few tears. Logan smiles softly at him and holds him closer whenever this happens.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Logan. He loves planning them, and Virgil is always willing to dress up in whatever 'nerdy' costumes Logan picks out. They dress up every year, even if they only stay home and pass out candy to trick-or-treaters.

Breaks the ' no expensive gifts rule' during Christmas: Logan. He loves the act of giving gifts; it's one of his love languages. He always breaks the rule every single year, but no one can talk him out of doing it, so they just let him do it.

Makes the other eat breakfast: They can both be pretty bad about taking care of themselves, but they are really good at taking care of the other. If one of them has to eat breakfast, the other does too. Meal times are especially important to both of them; sometimes during busy weeks it's really the only time they have to spend together. (Virgil has a posting schedule he likes to stick to for his YouTube channel, and Logan always worries about meeting his deadlines for his books.)

Remembers anniversaries: Virgil. They're really important to him, not only because Logan is incredibly important to him but because they're solid proof that Logan truly loves him. (Why else would he have stuck around to make it through one, two, three years together?) Virgil always plans out the anniversaries, and Logan lets him because he knows how important it is to Virgil. (Except Logan insists on planning their 7th year anniversary, and he proposes to Virgil on that night! Of course Virgil says yes!!!)

Brings up having kids: Logan. It's a year after they got married, and Logan had been thinking about it for awhile. Virgil is anxious about it (What if the kids don't like him? What if he's a bad parent?) After much discussion and comforting, logical words, they decide to adopt. They end up adopting a cute little boy named Emile!

Bonus stuff!

Virgil and Patton have been best friends since childhood.

Patton moved to California for college, though him and Virgil never lost touch! They Skyped, texted and called every chance they got.

Logan got to know Roman when one his most popular science-fiction novels got turned into a TV series. Roman was cast as the lead role, and the actor insisted on speaking to Logan so he could know everything about the character he was playing. They ended up becoming best friends as well, though they will occasionally butt heads.

Logan and Virgil lived in Florida for the longest time, but shortly after they got married, they made the move to California, both to be closer to their best friends but also to help with their careers.

Virgil had been the one to introduce Patron to Roman, and they instantly connected with one another. 'True love at first sight!' as Roman so often likes to put it.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed that! I had a lot of fun writing it. Please re-blog this and let me know what you think! Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement; it means more to me than you know!

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[thefightisntoverme]

So all the protagonists character profiles have been posted on my au blog. And they are all open for asks.

Please I've been up for a few weeks and haven't gotten any asks yet so I would really appreciate it if you would check it out. @ts-cursed-kings-au

Tagging a few blogs that might be interested

@altruistic-skittles @fangirltothefullest @fanartfunart @fandersfic-logince @foursideharmony @incorrectsanders @notalwaysthevillian @princeanxious @sandersstudies @stormcrawler75

[asterythm]

whoops i just remembered i haven’t actually posted any of my edits to tumblr in a while so here’s a quick dump :00 tags under the cut!!

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Let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from either tag list! (oh my gosh i’m so sorry i’ve been tagging yall so much lately)

[notveryglittery]

we could fall through december

summary: winter made everything so slow. roman didn’t think it fair.  ship: romantic roceit (roman/deceit) / wc: 1,600 warnings: sympathetic deceit, self-doubt/hatred, seasonal affective disorder, emotional outburst. let me know if i need to add anything. a/n: first fic of 2020 and it’s a gift!! feels good, feels organic. hope you like this, @rusted-but-golden <3 

read on ao3 | @fandersfic-roceit​

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Roman wondered what it was keeping him from getting out of bed.

Was it the “loss of interest?” Maybe it was the “sleep deprivation.” It just as well could have been the “lack of concentration.” Knowing his luck, it was all of the above. It was every symptom Google had listed, the apathy and the mood swings and the fatigue. He had so many things to do. There was plenty of time to do them. It was barely even noon yet which meant he had the entire day to finish the projects he’d started…

The clock flashed mockingly at him, reading 3:27. The projects he’d started had been ages ago. He couldn’t remember the last time he had picked them up. He wasn’t even sure what the date was.

Roman rolled over, burying his face into his pillow. It made breathing unnecessarily difficult. Kind of like how everything else was unnecessarily difficult. Like, why couldn’t he just kick the blankets off and get his feet on the ground? He was a prince! He was a knight! He was tough, self-assured, resilient! He had faced monsters larger than this. He faced blows to his ego like this daily.

Why did the lack of sunshine make so much of a difference?

Besides, it wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of sunshine in his life already! Patton himself might as well have counted as one’s regular dose of vitamin D. Sometimes, Roman was lucky enough to be on the receiving end of Virgil’s smile or to hear a rare but treasured laugh from Logan. Those alone ought to have been enough to combat any gloomy day.

Finally lifting his head, Roman narrowed his eyes, squinting out the window. Not to mention, Thomas lived in Florida! The Mindscape should have reflected that. They barely had winter! It was more like extended fall. It didn’t even snow or rain (save for their consistent 3pm storm that lasted no more than an hour every day). Sure, the sun was obscured often by cloud cover but… well, it was still there! He had no excuse to be all mopey and sluggish just because the temperature had dropped.

…

Maybe he ought to just take a nap. Roman blinked, hard, and released a frustrated groan. With more effort than he’d care to admit, he lifted his arm and scrubbed the heel of his palm against his eyes, which had, quite rudely, begun to burn suddenly with tears. This was so stupid! Forcing himself to sit up felt like a herculean task, but he shoved the covers away and reached blindly for his bedside table. Instead of grabbing a tissue, though, his uncoordinated movements instead just knocked the box of Kleenex to the floor.

“Oh, come on!” He snapped, choking back a sob.

A knock sounded at the door.

“I’m busy,” he called back, without hesitation.

“You’re lying,” responded the visitor.

Roman muttered a curse under his breath. Any other day, he’d be delighted to see his beloved. As it were, he’d been avoiding Deceit just as much as he’d been avoiding everyone else. Was it a good idea to isolate himself when there was a figurative (might as well have been literal) storm cloud hovering over his head? Of course not. Not like he ever had any good ideas to begin with, anyway.

“Roman,” Deceit purred from the other side of the door.

“Fine, fine,” Roman sighed, unlocking the door with a halfhearted snap of his fingers. “Come in, then.”

At least Deceit’s arrival had distracted him from crying any more. Running a hand through his hair to try and tame his bedhead, Roman watched as Deceit let himself in. He closed the door gently behind him. He looked as exquisite as always, not a hair or thread out of place. He was carrying two containers.

“Move over,” Deceit said, seating himself on the mattress without waiting.

He set the tupperware down and turned to Roman. His eyes scanned over Roman’s face. A lot of good his poker face did him when Roman was intimately aware of every one of Deceit’s expressions and facial tics by now.

“Hi,” Deceit said softly.

“Hey,” Roman replied, muted.

Roman shifted, pulling the sheets more tightly around his waist. God, he hated winter. It was so cold. He didn’t even have the energy to conjure a space heater or electric blankets.

“Brought you lunch,” Deceit offered, picking one of the meals up and prying the lid off.

The container was full of grilled cheese sandwiches, cut into hearts. Roman looked at Deceit, unable to resist grinning a little bit.

“Patton insisted on helping,” Deceit grumbled.

Roman reached for the other and found it filled with tomato bisque. It was warm in his hands. Without a care in the world, he lifted the bowl to his mouth and drank the soup straight from it. His arms ached doing so but damn if it didn’t taste good.

“There are spoons, you know!” Deceit said, scowling.

Roman licked his lips. “Sorry.”

They ate in relative silence after that. Sometimes they took turns dipping the grilled cheeses into the soup. At one point, Roman shyly held up one of his half-eaten heart shaped sandwiches and Deceit rolled his eyes as he held his own half up against Roman’s. Deceit would talk occasionally; about Virgil and Patton taking up the living room for a blanket fort that no one else was allowed in; about Thomas and Joan’s latest additions to Reasons to Smile; about the debate he and Logan had recently regarding whether or not Pluto was a planet.

“Did he end it with viva la Pluto, fuck you?” Roman asked, reaching forward to… His fingers twitched and he pulled back, looking away.

“Of course he did,” Deceit answered. He waved a hand and the containers disappeared. A heated blanket appeared in their place. “Come here, then.”

Roman hesitated. Deceit twirled a finger in the air, changing into comfy loungewear. The next movement was directed at Roman, whose pajamas were replaced with clean ones that smelled just slightly of lavender. Deceit shoved the blanket into Roman’s lap.

God, again with the stupid tears—

“Shh,” Deceit hushed him, hands coming up to cradle Roman’s face gently. “I know. It’s okay.”

“It isn’t,” Roman croaked, allowing himself to curl his fingers around one of Deceit’s wrists. “I’m supposed to be str… stronger than this.”

“Is Patton weak when he has his Days?”

“Of course not,” Roman defended, vehemently.

“Surely, Virgil is when he panics over the tiniest of things.”

“He isn't!”

“Then why, Roman, would you think yourself weak for this?”

“It’s just a lack of sunlight,” Roman scoffed, dropping his hand to his lap, where he proceeded to pick at his chipped nail polish. He tried to turn away, tried to break their locked gaze. He was pathetic enough without having to see Deceit’s pitying expression.

“Ro,” Deceit interrupted those thoughts, tone scolding. He let Roman go, knowing better than to keep his hold when it wasn’t wanted. “Logan’s with Thomas right now but don’t think for a second that I won’t call him here if that’s what it takes.”

“We’re not going to bother him with this—”

“Bother?”

“You know what I mean!”

“Actually, I don’t,” Deceit disagreed, sneering. He hated when it came to that. “Why don’t you explain it to me?”

“The first result for "things people also ask" when you search for seasonal affective disorder is whether or not it’s real,” Roman snapped. “And I’m not real, not technically, so how can something like seasonal fucking depression affect me!”

Roman gestured towards the floor to ceiling windows that comprised one wall of his room. The sky was bright blue. “Even if it did, I have complete control over the Fantasy Realm. I could just pop in for a few hours of basking in the sunshine and I’d be all better! I can’t even do that, though!”

“Dearheart, you know vitamin D in the Fantasy Realm would work just as well as hugs and food do.” Deceit tried not to think about the last time Roman had forgotten this. It’d been… frightening, to say the least.

“They literally have lamps that do the same thing but go off I guess.”

“Alright.” Deceit said abruptly.

He grabbed the heated blanket and draped it over Roman’s shoulders. Then, with perhaps more force than necessary, he pushed Roman back down onto the pillows.

“Hey!” Roman shouted, not appreciating being manhandled, thank you very much.

Deceit didn’t answer and instead just sprawled himself on top of Roman’s chest. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but whenever you start to talk bad about yourself, one of the reasons is because you’re touch-starved.”

“I am not—!” Roman would have finished his sentence if Deceit hadn’t buried a hand into his hair and scraped his nails along his scalp. Goosebumps erupted on his arms and at the back of his neck. “That…” Roman’s eyes slid shut. “That is cheating.”

“We’re not done talking about this,” Deceit promised, carding his fingers through Roman’s locks. “Right now, though, I think you could just use some physical affection and a nap.”

“I’m…” Roman sighed, melting under Deceit’s gentle touches.

“Hmm?” Deceit hummed, shifting so that he was a bit more comfortable and so that Roman could still breathe easily. “What is it, my articulate amor?”

“M’sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” Deceit insisted, leaning up just close enough to press a kiss to Roman’s jaw. He tucked his face into the crook of Roman’s neck.

“... Okay,” Roman agreed haltingly. “I love you, darling.”

“I love you, your highness. Rest now.”

Whatever Roman had wanted to say was overtaken by a huge yawn. He shuffled as best he could further under the blankets, warmth wrapped around his shoulders and laid reassuringly on top of him. The idea of returning to this discussion scared him more than he thought it ought to but… He supposed he could work through it if he had someone so secure and patient like Deceit to help him.

[patchworkofstars]

I finally got the confidence to draw Roman! 💖

@fandersfic-roman

[gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream]

Secrets, sunglasses and an adventure (1)

(Future) RED/Remileceit, (future) Logince, (future) Moxiety, medieval AU

I hope you enjoy this! I have many plans for this ;D

BEFORE YOU START READING!!

Warnings: This story contains sympathetic Deceit (his name is Dee). In future chapters I'll also mention traumatic events revolving around fire and a severe chronic illness. If any of this puts you off, I'd advise you to stay away. I'll update the warnings as I continue writing.

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Dee ran for his life, tripping over sticks and sharp stones and clutching his best friends hand. The screaming behind them slowly died down, but even after it had stopped completely they kept running, lungs aching and eyes burning with tears. They had to get away, as far away as possible. It didn't matter where they would end up as long as they were together and far away from that village.

After a while Emile tripped and, pulling Dee with him, stumbled onto a dusty road that led through the dark forest. Maybe if they followed that, they could-

But he didn't get to finish his thought. From just behind the next turn they could hear hoofbeats and heavy wheels turning.

“Quick, over here!“ Dee tried to pull him into the bushes, to hide until the carriage had passed by, but Emile shook his head. “Maybe they can help us Dee! We have to try!“

They stepped to the side of the road and looked toward where the carriage would round the bend. A bright smile adorned Emiles face while the smaller boy looked much more nervous and suspicious.

Then they saw the horses, tall and bright white, with gorgeous decorations, and shortly after the carriage itself. It was magnificent, white wood with ornaments of gold and blood red. There was only one person who could own such a vehicle.

“The king...“, Dee whispered in horror and tried to pull Emile into the bushes again more frantically, but it was too late. The carriage had stopped in front of the two.

Quickly Dee pulled Emile to the ground to kneel. The curtain was pulled aside and a young man, not older than them, looked out.

“Who do we have here? Stand up boys!“ Quickly Emile and Dee obeyed, but still kept their heads down. “Well, I asked you a question. Answer it“, the man inside the carriage demanded.

Emile looked up, staring at the man's face for a moment, taking in his square chin and broad shoulders. For a split second he thought he was facing the king himself, but then a strand of hair fell into his face and Emile realised that he was too young to be the king. Relieved he smiled a bit and answered: “My name is Emile, your majesty, and this is my friend Dee. We uhm... We're from a far away village.“

Suspicious the prince eyed Dee, who still kept his head down and didn't dare to look him in the eyes, then turned back to Emile. “And what are you doing so far from home then?“

“We kinda-“ “Don't you dare tell him!“, Dee hissed. The prince pulled up his eyebrows, a slight grin spreading across his face. “So he can talk, interesting...“

Dee had to brace himself against the urge to snarl at the royal. “Of course I can, Your Highness.“, he gritted out through his teeth.

The one in question looked the two over. They were dirty, yes, but they didn't seen sick or malnourished. He sighed and opened the door to the carriage. “Alright, get in boys.“

At that Dee's head shot up and he thought for a second he saw something in the boy's face, before he turned his head to stare at his friend in disbelief.

“A-And where are you taking us, your majesty?“, Emile asked carefully. The prince waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “You can call me Roman. And we're going to the castle of course.“

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