#i usually prefer taller logan but it just Makes Sense like this

[logan-the-artist]

c2 with Janus and Logan? perhaps sneak Remus in there too

LOVE these three

from this ask game

[daemyiel]

A/N: it has been yonks since I've been on this account, as in actual years. Anyway here is a fic no one asked asked for, and i guess request are back open

Current obsession wolverine especially agnst💛

Logan howlett angst, set after x-men 3

1 swear word. 1,846 words

I wrote half of this and then got writers block. Saw this at like 2am and it made me finish it @stxrddst cheers for the inspo

Self proof read so be prepared

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Logan smirked as he heard the familiar CLANG echo around his head. The cocky little shit that thought he could take The Wolverine, smile drop off his face in an instant. He screamed as he lifted his hand up and saw his right index knuckle pushed further up his hand. Logan stood from his barstool and turned grinning down like a wolf to a sheep. "You know, a hit to the back of the head is quite a cheap shot, bub." He slurred slightly but still working a slight threating edge. The slimly little man trembled as he looked into the taller man's cold blank eyes and scarpered.

Logan rolled his eyes, sat back down and ordered another whiskey. "You always find 'em" chuckled the bartender, pouring whiskey over ice. "And you never make a mess, that's why I keep serving ya." Logan hummed in response and the bartender, Benny, left to serve leaving the mutant alone.

He's been feeling very alone lately. He usually didn't mind solitary, prefered it actually. But recently he's been lonely. Even in a room full of people. This was a new feeling for him, it scared and confused him. So he, in he's own sense, 'took control' by choosing how much he drunk tonight, which was more than usual.

The mansion felt so empty to him. Echoes of ghost was at every turn for logan. He thought he had learned his lesson about attachments and loosing people, but he had never felt so accepted and at home than he did at the school, despite how distant he acted.

He was still mourning Jean, the love of his life, promised already to another man, when Scott had died. With everything going on at the time and the return of Jean, Logan felt guilty that it seemed as if there was no time to properly grieve Scott. Contrast to popular belief, Logan liked and respected Scott. Their back and forth digs at each other was Logans sign of affection. He knew Scott could take it and he expected it back.

Then the professor was next. Logan watched Jean tear him apart atom by atom and no matter how hard Logan tried to reach him, to save him it wasn't enough. He knew he shouldn't have stayed outside, he knew he should have trusted Charles more about Jean's power. He just couldn't believe that she could do anything of the sort. Turning on Scott, on Charles. The two people she trusted the most. It made his head spin just thinking about it.

And then he was the one who had to stop her in the end. Of course it had to be him, it was just his luck. The universe or God or whatever higher power thought that Logan Howlett had not suffered enough, and it would be comical if he was the only being that could end the life of the only woman he had loved.

He could still remenber every moment. His particals getting ripped away from his body. His regeneration powers replacing them to be peeled away again. And the feel of Jean's skin, bone and flesh scrapping against his claws as he watched the life drain from her eyes. Falling limp against him. Her warm blood running down the adamantium and onto his knuckles.

He took another mouthful of whiskey letting it burn his throat in a comforting way.

And now Rouge had left. Getting the cure she desparetly wanted. She didn't want to take up space and a room that a young mutant could need, much more than herself. Logan took her leaving hard and yet he didn't even know why. She wasn't dead, they could still talk to each other. He knew where she was and she expected him to come visit, but still he grieved for her like a sibling moving away. Still there, but not like before.

He felt so stupid for feeling all this. For feeling anything at all. A weight had settled in his sternum that he couldn't shake.

He finished his whiskey.

The bar fell silent. Eerily silent like an old cowboy film. Logan could feel eyes on him. He sighed and rolled his shoulders out. That little prick must have come back. "Listen asshole-" He started as he turned as stood. He was shocked to see Storm with a face of thunder. "How'd ya find me?" He slurred, struggling to focus on her. The problem with drinking sat down is that it hits when you stand.

"Marie mentioned this was a pitstop some years ago. I thought you might have gone to see her. That would have been a better idea." she sighed, tone mixed with sympathy and dissapointment. "It's a good thing she remembered, we couldn't find you anywhere."

"She's a smart girl." He smiled affectionatly. He really should go visit her soon he thought.

The trip back was a long silent one, with Logan not being one for small talk or music in the car. For once Storm preferred it. They both had so much chaos in their heads that never silenced, the quiet in the car was almost a comfort.

When they entered the mansion Logan pushed past Storm and stomped his way up the staircase, swaying slightly. Storm sighed and shaked her head at him. She's worried about him. He's barely been out of his room, more withdrawn than usual, even for him. He usually forgets to eat, but lately he's only been spotted in the kitchen past midnight looking for beer. She's trying her best for him but she's also dealing with a lot of grief and at the end of the day he's a grown man, there's only so much she can get him to do.

Storm has been laid awake in bed for hours now, tossing and turning with no sleep coming to her. The mansion was dead silent and the moon was shining bright through her curtains. She had nothing to do but let her thoughts carry her away. They wasn't happy thoughts, like logan, everything single misfortune that had happend lately raced through her mind. She picked apart all scenarios where she could changed something and saved the people she loved. It was all becoming so overwhelming and soon tears started streaking down her face. She had never felt so alone before.

Storm knew he'd still be up. Even though it was close to 3am the wolverine has an infamous sleep schedule. Holding back a small sob herself and in desperate need of comfort, she quietly swung Logan's door open. She gasped at the scene before her.

His bed had was messy, this wasn't uncommon, Logan tossed and turned in his sleep, the odd time waking up almost sideways, starfish in his bed. But tonight Storm could see deep trios of claw marks in the quilt, pillows and mattress. It was a massacre of white bedding and feathers.

She followed a trail of claw marks in the wall and the floorboards like breadcrumbs, to Logan in the corner with the pale blue moonlight shining on him. He had tucked himself into the very back of the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, his right arm draped over his kneecaps, hand resting on the opposite sholder. His head cradled by the inside of his elbow, Storm couldn't see his face at all just his hair, the kitten ears following the shape of his forearm. His left arm was hugging his shins and the painfully obvious depiction was his claws, shining in the nightlight, pushing beads of blood onto his knuckles.

Storm gasped "oh Logan" she whispered softly, carefully sitting on the floor infront of him. He sniffed deeply, and slowly raised his head until Storm could see his eyes briefly. They was glossy, full of tears threating to spill and bloodshot. A vein from the outer corner of his right eye running until it almost touched his iris was prominent, revealing how exhausted he really was. For the first time Storm didn't look into his eyes and see the gruff and violent Wolverine of the X-Men. She just saw Logan, with vulnerable, almost childlike expression. Confused and scared and lonely.

As quickly as he had lifted his head it was back down again. Storm looked him over again, noticing the slight tremor in his hands, he was also shivering slightly, without the warmth of his duvet his white tank top wasn't warm enough in this old mansion.

She also heard him sniffle.

That is what broke her.

That is what made her start to cry again. To see and hear Logan who was always the strong one. Always in control of his emotions. Who until tonight she would have believed had never cried in his life, not even as a baby. Yet here he was huddled in the corner crying almost silently and tucked in on himself.

Logan heard Storm sob, he felt her gently touch his arm, and he guiltily and painfully pulled his claws back in, his knuckles would start to heal now.

He felt her move to sit next to him. She was still crying. She rested her head on his shoulder and wound her arm around his knees to nonverbally tell him that she had him, that they had each other, and she knows what he's feeling right now. Logan couldnt remember the last time anyone held him, comforted him. He could feel her, her love and security. And shared grief.

He broke.

He pushed his face further into his arm as sobs racked his body, his shoulders heaved, he's breath uneven and a great weight settled in his sternum again trying to suffocate him. Every so often a small gasp would escape as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Storm stayed with him all night. Rubbing small, gentle circles across his shoulder blades, quietly shushing him, comforting him and letting him know she was there for him. She knew logan wouldn't have handled any of this well, but she suspected this was the first time he had actually processed any of his emotions at all.

The next morning Hank was doing his best to get the school into some sort of order. He had promised Logan and Storm to stay and help until everyone was back on their feet a little. He knew Storm and gone to find Logan late last night so he would take on breakfast duties.

It was early so no one else was awake. Walking past he found Logan's door wide open. Figuring he could use all the rest he could Hank moved to close the door for him when noticed the pair in the corner. Logan's head had rolled back, his mouth open as he snored softly. One of his legs had stretched out while the other remained in an 'A' shape. And carefully laid on his shoulder was Storm. She had curled up to his side and used him as a pillow.

Hank smiled and pulled the door to, glad that in this horrible time at least they had each other.

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Thanks for reading 💛

[lunar-lair]

I've been building up these hcs for a while, and I finally decided to unleash them onto the world.

So! Here ya go. My unadulterated thoughts over a long period of time. Have fun w them.

Remus bonks his forehead with another's to show affection. It started simply as something his brain told him to do, I think-some twisted idea of knocking both people out by banging their foreheads together. But then it turned into something he did for affection, due to how close it got your face to someone else's and the contact you share. Plus, it's so original, and that's Creativity's whole thing, right??

(It took him awhile to figure out how to do it lightly enough that he wouldn't hurt the person he was bonking (yes it's called that) but he eventually figured it out!!)

Him and Roman do it like,,,super hard as a way of greeting. Or like, just for shits and giggles, or even to knock someone out of something. It's one of those Brotherly Things™ they do together, y'know?

More Brotherly Things™ they do include slamming into each other to hug for the same reasons up above, shaking each other by the shoulders Forcefully mostly whenever they're explaining something Wild or they're Angy and the other pretending to be annoyed by it, and initiating sudden sparring sessions where one will just suddenly whip out their weapon, and the surprise is part of the spar, basically. It's not cheating; you just have to adapt to when the other suddenly starts one.

They had to explain to Patton Very Thoroughly that they weren't hurting each other and that it was all fun and games before he agreed w it

Janus was the first to adapt, then Logan, and then Virgil kinda had to take some time to stop being startled every time it happened

Thomas got it Immediately. 

He has brothers.

He gets it.

Janus! Likes!! Dancing!!!!! VERY important hc

Remus and Janus used to make skirts (and possibly other clothing?) together

All three darks know how to sew

It started with Remus wanting to make something and learning with Creativity Powers and eventually teaching Virgil and Janus

Janus actually already knew how to sew simple stitches due to having to fix a lot of Remus' clothes but Remus taught him a lot more abt it

He ended up knowing more than Remus even did, though, due to ending up Really into it

More than once, he has asked Remus for cloth and made his own skirt, shirt, etc. possibly with Remus' help

In a world where Jan and Virge are close,,,,,,,he totally helped with the jacket 

Jan and Lo absolutely have debates like. 24/7 while also playing chess

Remus is eternally wearing thigh high high heeled boots, no questions asked

Roman used to wear Normal boots most of the time before he got Good Bro Stats with Remus again. After that he was Jealous that Remus was a bit taller than him and started wearing his own heeled boots, though his were usually normal height 

Sometimes they'll switch boots to mix things up

Roman also started wearing heels bc he thought it'd be fun 

Roman and Janus have specific nicknames for each other; one nice and one teasing

Janus' are Prince and Beast 

Roman's are Beauty (to parallel Janus' for him) and Snake (another parallel; both are simple ideas of what/who they are)

Janus probably came up with his first and Roman flipped the script on him in return

Janus is pretty chill with coffee or tea, but he prefers tea and knows a lot more about it. Coffee? Eh, not too bitter please. Tea? Basically whatever, but the subtle calm stuff is really his jam. Mostly just a tad of honey, rarely any milk, if he ever adds anything at all. He usually takes his tea straight up; the kind to sit around and Think at the table while it cools y'know.

Patton's actually kind of a coffee dude, but he doesn't drink it that much, and if he does, it probably wouldn't be very bitter and pretty doctored. Tea is too mild for him; just tastes like hot water.

Logan? Coffee for energy, but he likes the Calm tea brings. Flower flavors all the way babey, with a bit of honey and just enough milk to make it a bit richer. Since the coffee is purely for Energy, he doesn't give a shit what it tastes like, as long as it doesn't burn his fucking esophagus he's just downing it. 

Roman claims he likes tea bc it's Fancy, but he actually prefers Coffee for the chocolate/bitterness in it and the Energy, so there's that. He actually likes his pretty bitter, funnily enough. Really likes chocolate creamers and vanilla, caramel, or chocolate flavored coffee. 

And of course, Remus claims he prefers coffee and just downs it all the time (mostly for shits and giggles probably) but he actually likes tea more for all the different flavors and stuff. Plus it's always even MORE scalding than coffee so it's more fun to down! He actually doesn't like how bitter coffee is and if he did actually drink it it would be drowned in creamer I swear to you. He really likes honey in his tea and a bit of milk, maybe some sugar depending on the type? Not usually though. More fruit flavors the better man. 

Virgil drinks coffee in the morning for Energy, and he's pretty chill with it, but he kinda prefers tea for the calming shit it can give you. Drinks the coffee for the Energy, but refuses to just let it taste like shit, so he adds a bit of creamer and sugar, yeah. Mostly up for fruit and flowery flavors, honey all the way babey. Thinks sugar tastes like shit in tea.

Janus has a Large Campaign around trying tea straight more often, or just generally adding less sugar, mostly. Virgil is on his team, Remus is kinda on it depending on what tea you're talking about, and Logan is also pretty much on that train except for when it comes to things like english breakfast teas, stuff like that. 

Virge wears a pair of headphones around his neck a lot; they're bluetooth, and hooked up to his phone 24/7, basically. He just throws them on and nyOOMS out of the situation best he can when shit gets hectic. They're kinda like a security blanket kind of thing; nice to know that you have immediate access to blocking out the world around you.

His jacket goes about the same, sorta. In the sense that it's a security object, I mean. He just feels...safer with it. There are very few situations besides being Totally Alone where he'd feel safe without a jacket (but specifically the one he's Chosen for the time, though the Chosen One can change if he finds something new or better), but if he does hang out around you without one, know that he trusts you with all his goddamn heart and he is taking a Leap of Faith rn and you better not screw it up ok.

Jan's gloves and hat are in a similar situation. They're just. Always There. They just make him feel safer y'know

Also I'd die for it to be canon that Janus has a little snake under his hat

Roman and Remus totally make copies of their sashes to hang up at Christmas

Yo but like,,,,,,,,,what if the sides' heights correlated to how long they'd been like...around?

Like how long it'd been since they manifested yknow

Pat is like. Emotions so he probably showed up Immediately. Same for Jan, considering he's self preservation. They're almost exactly the same height. Logan is just a small bit shorter, since he's partially curiosity and he showed up just a bit later. The original King would've been the same height as the other two, but...what about Roman and Remus?

So...the Split probably had to have happened after Virgil showed up, which took...a While. He's super short. Now the question is, would the twins be the height of the King, since they're technically part of him, or Tiney-like smaller than Virge-due to when they split?

...just for Tiney Virgil Rights, we'll make em tall. They're exactly the same height, of course, but Remus likes wearing heels.

All the Og Boys are the same height as Thomas-maybe a bit taller?-but Virge is like. A head and a half shorter than most of them. It's hilarious.

All the sides garden, for their own reasons

Virgil does it for the calm, the monotony, and the bright colors and smells. Plus, it just...feels really nice knowing he helped something stay alive. Makes him feel a lil better about himself.

Janus does it because he's been doing it for...a long time. Not to mention the calm of it all, digging your hands into soil and planting something new...plus, the flowers are always beautiful. Always have been, always will be. Tending to them is like...caring for an old friend. And he has so many memories with these flowers...old and new.

Plus he can plant his own tea leaves which is fun.

Logan does it partially for the monotony, partially for the care, partially for helping something to live. Partially for feeling a little something for the little guys; just...a feeling of saying hello again, having...a conversation with the flowers.

Less science, more emotions. For just a moment.

Patton does it because it's fun!! Because the flowers are pretty, the smells are nice, he can plant vegetables, too, the garden just feels nice, it feels like having more friends…

So many good, good reasons.

He'll have conversations with his flowers, and he's named them all.

Most of them haven't named theirs, but they do talk to them every now and then.

Roman does it for the calm and the prettiness and the scents. And just the concept of a pretty garden...excellent. And it is rather nice, just absorbing yourself in the work of it all...it's like all your cares fly away.

(They all agree with that, if only a little.)

He also has a venus flytrap or two...just gifts from Remus. 

Remus does it because 1, fun, and 2, weird exotic creepy plants are so cool!!!!!! He's got all kinds of stinky but fascinating plants, yeah, but he also has some really pretty vivid ones. He also has a soft spot for roses…

(...the King was known for handing them out, back in the day, for fun. The twins...never let it go, even though they're unaware.)

He actually has some nice smelling ones here and there, but he mostly bases whether it's goin in his garden off of it's exoticness, coolness, or cool colors

They also all know flower language!!!

Janus knew first but when Jan taught Virgil about it, he went NUTS over it

Jan taught Remus, but Virgil taught the light sides

After he learned they had gardens too, he went '!!!!!' and info dumped about flower language for a whole half hour before he realized what he was doing and stopped

The others urged him to keep going, and to visit their gardens someday and tell them some details on meaning

Now, most of them may be swayed by meaning when it comes to choosing whether or not they're keeping the flower, and they've even named some of them off the others

Remus, especially, could flip on a dime on a no or yes depending on a meaning and if it fits a friend well

Generally, though, they all chill out in each others' gardens a lot and talk abt their flowers!!

It's part of their daily routine

They all eat breakfast and then they leave to tend to their flowers

They have their own outside gardens, like. Connected to their rooms (with help from the twins, most likely) but they also keep some inside their rooms

Patton keeps cacti and little tiny flowers in little pots here and there. ("They're my little friends!!!!") They all have names, just the same as the others.

!!!!!! Also he totally goes into his tiney frog form sometimes after he waters his garden and chills in the moist soil, or even in the little plants around his room

Perfect place babey

Virgil has a few with calming scents scattered about. Maybe a few bright ones, just so they stand out

Logan...concept: bonsai. Why? Bonsai...cool. Also he can observe it's growth. It's fun ok

He also probably has a few he's doing experiments on and even maybe a few he just liked a lot yknow

Jan...probably just a few who's meanings he liked. A few pretty ones, a few calming ones. And…

One who's meaning reminded him of Remus, and one for Virgil.

After Virgil left, he set it on the dining room table.

It returned to its former spot on the counter when Janus was finally part of his family again.

Patton has a little plot he's set aside for the plants that remind him of the others.

Janus has a similar one. It used to be just Remus' and Virgil's; two lonely souls…

….but now it's filled with 3 more, neatly arranged.

Their family has grown so much.

Also Janus totally does the same thing Pat does but in his snake form. Like he just settles into the dirt and sunbathes.

Sometimes, one of them will come over to the other's place and they'll just chill in one of their gardens together. (Half the time, Patton is sitting on Janus' head, nestled under Janus' little snake hat as best he can, probably with his little frog nose sticking out.)

More than one of the sides have stumbled upon it. Every time, they just take a picture, gaze at them for a little while, maybe say hi, maybe not, and be on their way.

Roman probably plucks a rose every now and then and sets it in a vase. Not that often; just a while after the last one decays, and only one at a time.

He's nice to his rose bushes, ok? He swears to you.

He also totally has a few tiny, colorful ones here and there and some really nice smelling ones.

Just realized, he ABSOLUTELY has a honeysuckle plant. Same for Pat. That's like,,,,,,the Staple of excellent smells and pretty flowers AND childhood man

And...after he bonded again with his brother-or maybe even before-he planted one that reminded him of him…

But it's tucked away in his bedroom. Who knows if it even exists.

Remus just goes NUTS with whatever he wants inside his room, man. Cacti? Totally. Venus fly traps? Yeah, one or two. Colorful flowers that he just likes the looks of?? Hell yeah babey!!!

And...he himself has a flower of his own, tucked away upstairs…

...but he's had it for far, far longer.

(He may or may not have had to change what it was after bonding with Roman again, but hey, people change yknow?)

Also!! They all like poetry-writing AND reading

Janus likes it due to like...just. The pure elegance in the craft, I suppose. The way feelings, beliefs, and philosophies can be expressed.

It's all so interesting, how something so deep can be put into simple words.

His are usually elegant, with old-themed writing and deep metaphors, deep thoughts on philosophy and emotions that can only be expressed through odd metaphors and quiet words whispered by his pen.

Roman likes it for similar reasons; it's such an elegant way to express yourself, there are so many metaphors you can wind in there, and it feels so mystical, in a way...it's such a short little thing, but pure emotions can be injected straight into it.

He has so many. He...there's so much to feel, so much to write, so many ideas, all the time. But no matter what, they're full of metaphors, flowery language, the occasional serious one where he simply...pours every drop of sadness from his heart onto the paper. 

He happily injects the emotions he doesn't want into those packed words, filled with so much.

He has his fair share of mystical ones, though, describing old beasts and monsters and songs and soulmates and love.

Virgil likes it due to the emotional outlet it can be, and the pure craftsmanship of it all. Just...the way some poets weave stories together...amazing. 

His are often straight vents. Simple words, straight metaphors, lots of short lines and stanzas. Just...conveying things with the words straight from his head.

Remus likes it for the themes poems can carry. So dark, and maybe sad, and yet so simple; not gruesome, simply...heavy.

It's almost what he aspires for, in at least some aspects.

He also loves it for the dramatics of it all and the history, just as Roman does. Drop the love of the romance, though. However, he does adore how emotions can be conveyed.

His are just as mystical as Roman's can be sometimes, though his are often more about horrors lurking in the night, of course. He's prone to throwing extra emotions into his poems, as well, ones he doesn't know what to do with except throw overboard.

Logan likes it for the emotional outlet. For the explanation of emotions through metaphors, like puzzles for him to solve, to try and figure emotions out. And how much that can make him feel, so much packed into such a tiny package.

He has his own of those; small little poems that have...so much emotion poured into them, for when his cup runs over and the emotions he can't handle try to splash out on the ground and stain his carpet, stain the hearts of his friends and even his own.

He also enjoys the philosophy and even psychology in it all.

As mentioned, some of his are...simply filled to the brim with emotions he can't handle, straight vents. But as for style, he often writes with simple concepts, a lack of metaphors, big words that convey the same idea but are hard to understand with the common eye.

Patton likes it for similar reasons; there are so many emotions packed into poems, so many complex ideas he loves picking apart, so many metaphors that rely on emotion that he understands immediately.

He has his own fair share of vent poems. He has so many emotions that sometimes…he just. Needs somewhere to put them. He doesn't use big words, and uses a lot of winding explaining instead, but his metaphors and analogies are always flawless. He always knows what he means. 

Sometimes they just sit around and talk about poems, poets they like, recommendations, how they managed to get into it, stuff like that. Double whammy, sometimes they chill in their gardens together and talk poetry or even integrate certain flowers or flower language into their poems.

Roman, Remus, and Patton go out when it rains and just...have fun. Sometimes Ro takes an umbrella and just twirls around a little bit, enjoys the atmosphere (as the feeling of it all is what he loves the most), but sometimes Remus manages to convince him to come play with them. 

Remus just likes the rain cause it's fun to play in, yknow? Also, mud! And worms!! Worms!!! Worms are so cool, those wiggly little guys.

All Sides Confirmed, worms are cool, they have worms in their gardens and also worms are just generally cool dudes.

Pat likes it cause Frog, duh. Also it's fun to play in the rain, ALSO duh!! 

Lo considers rain just. Smth that happens.

Virge likes the atmosphere of rain and likes the smell that's in the air afterwards, but doesn't like getting wet. Thunderstorms terrify him too. 

Jan likes the Vibe of rain, same as Virge, and also likes the smell afterwards, but he likes to stay inside. Yknow, cuddle up with a nice cup of tea (or even hot chocolate, if he's feeling extra cozy) and a book and just listen to the pitter patter.

He doesn't exactly enjoy thunderstorms, but he's good at tuning them out. (And he's also excellent at calming Virgil down during one.)

So when a storm hits the mindscape (or however the hell it works) Pat and the twins will go outside and the others will stay holed up in the living room, drinking tea or hot chocolate and just Chillin.

Sometimes they even invite Thomas, just for fun. (And cause they mentioned it to him and he was affronted at them that he wasn't able to see Pat and the Twins just have fun in the rain.)

Sometimes, rarely, Pat and Ree will eventually convince Thomas to join them in their fun. (Ro or Ree can just magic him clean anyways.)

Catch the twins conjuring up feather pens whenever the hell they want to 

Janus absolutely has a pet snake or two. They just sit and hiss at each other sometimes 

Pat? Yeah, a couple frogs. He mostly keeps them in his garden, though; they're only really his pets in the sense that he feeds them and talks to them sometimes. 

The twins probably share their theatrical strengths 

Like,,,,,,Remus? If he's a villain or even slightly shitty as a person, he's got it. Plus a lot more complex characters

Roman? Can do dashing princes and kind characters excellently

Like...they just. Can't do some characters, because that's what the other can do. Y'know?

I don't know, maybe they aren't actually so...split down the middle? But I like the idea of that I guess

Sorry this got so long! I've been collecting these thoughts in a doc for a *while,* so it grew a lot. I can't add a read more either, since I'm on mobile...sorry.

[wastelandcrown]

one indescribable instant

Summary: Roman's companionship forces Logan to think about the idea of romance. He starts to enjoy the idea of romance more and more, but he can't stop thinking about whether or not love at first sight is real. Warnings: None (If you need me to add a warning, please tell me!) Notes: The fluffiest thing I've probably ever written. Title is referencing a song from the show Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Also not beta-d, we die like Roman Pairings: Platonic Logince, Intrulogical, Background Royality Word Count: 1620

Roman often describes fairy tale romances to Logan in ways that don’t make sense. These types of love-at-first-sight romances seem entirely improbable to Logan, but he imagines it would feel fairly nice the way Roman describes it. 

‘It’s as if beautiful music soars behind you, filling you with such intense joy and passion that you can barely describe feelings soaring through your heart! And, of course, you have the person! You look upon them once and realize you’ll never need another person for the rest of your days!’

Logically, this makes no sense. Love at first sight, the way Roman describes it, doesn’t exist. You also need many people in your life. Is this partner a doctor of all medical sciences? A grocer? An accountant you may hire? It is impossible to fulfill everything one person may need. However, that doesn’t mean it sounds entirely terrible. 

He’s never been a hopeless romantic, never even much of a romantic. The only thing that changed that was meeting Roman. Despite their fighting and differences, they became closer than anything within a matter of months. They were introduced through Patton, Logan’s childhood friend and Roman’s boyfriend, and Patton often joked about how Logan would end up replacing him some day. They both hated this joke, mostly because it was wildly inaccurate. Roman was so head over heels in love with Patton that he was scandalized at the idea of loving anyone else, and Logan is not romantically attracted to Roman at all. Sure, they spend a lot of time together, but Logan has never even been to his apartment! The effect Roman has on Logan is purely platonic, and highly emotional. He has made Logan rethink and reanalyze his feelings on most things, and he doesn’t often change his opinion, but he was swayed so heavily on one subject. Just one. 

Love. Many a night, Roman has spent time curled up with him on his couch. Nothing playing on the TV, just sitting and pining. Fanciful ideas of romance and true love, wild journeys, ideas for romantic dates. A favourite of theirs is the prince and the gardener. Roman pictures himself as a prince, longing for Patton, the gardener for his palace. Logan imagines he works alongside Patton, befriending the prince, and eventually falling for one of his royal allies. He likes to add to the fantasies with little facts about their chosen era or scenario, which Roman always gasps at with the fervour that comes along with a new idea. Somehow they always make their way back to a royal ball. 

‘And I’m there, everyone wants to dance with me, but I’m looking for my two special guests, and when I find you, Logan, I’ll introduce you to some royals because you want to talk about nerd things.’

‘I think I’d have my eye on one already, maybe a Count, or a Duke,’

‘Oh my god no, not a duke! My brother always pictures himself as a duke when we do this!’

This is the first time Logan has heard of him having a brother, but it’s not much of a surprise. 

He doesn’t ask, but Roman tells anyway. His name is Remus, and because of their wildly different personalities, they made a mutual agreement not to talk about each other as brothers. Logan has heard some of his stories, however, because he’s been calling Remus his “roommate” and telling some quite wild stories about their adventures. He doesn’t really believe most of them, except for the time Remus filled their apartment with street cats. Patton, who has been over at his apartment and is allergic to cats, regaled the terrible story about wanting to pet the cats but being unable due to aforementioned allergies. Despite the cats, Patton seems to like Remus well enough. 

‘So Roman told you! That’s great! What do I think about him? Well, he’s certainly different! But-I mean-It’s not bad different! Well...He’s-I think you have to meet him to really understand what I mean!’

Logan spends a week confused, and not wanting to push Roman’s buttons. Then he decides he has to push the buttons because he can’t bear not knowing. 

Luckily, Roman calls him.

“Logan! You won’t believe my day today!” Roman starts with a comfortingly familiar dramatism.

He chuckles softly, smiling to himself, “I’m sure I will believe it, however perhaps you would prefer to tell me in person.”

“You read my mind! I’ll be right over!” He can nearly see the bouncy and excited look Roman has on, he knows him too well. 

“Actually, I was wondering if I could come to your apartment?”

Roman pauses for a moment, “Sure, I’ll have to force Remus to get presentable though.”

Logan hears a loud “Hey!” then Roman signs off. He can be at Roman’s in twenty minutes on an average day. Today he stops at the bakery they like to get some pastries, just in case Roman needs a little longer to get everything presentable. 

When Roman swings open the door he immediately takes Logan in for a big hug. 

“We’re making milestones today! You’re coming to my house and meeting my brother, what a huge achievement!” He seems genuinely excited, so Logan only lovingly rolls his eyes.

With one large swoop of his arms, Roman has taken the box of pastries and put his other arm around his friend’s shoulders. He gives him a squeeze and pulls him into the house. It’s a little messy, but it has its charms. The living room has a lot of strange, and occasionally graphic, decor. The couches are brown and worn in, they look soft. Their kitchen and dining room are fairly bare, kept clean for cooking and eating. Roman shows him his room, which is as wildly colourful and eccentric as he imagined it would be. They’re in the hallway when the second bedroom door opens and Remus steps out.

“Presentable enough for you, your highness? Remus snarks at his brother.

Logan feels something in his chest move and then swing violently in a direction he never expected. Remus’ skin is pale, near white, stark and clean against the eggshell walls. His hair is messy and wet, evident that he just showered. His eyes are sharp and a little wild, a dark brown colour that Logan near instantly commits to memory. There are natural bags and discolouration all the way around his eyes, his teeth are strangely sharp when he grins at Roman, he’s got a quite terrible mustache that makes him look a little like a cartoonish villain. He’s in a tank top with the sides near cut out, black jeans, and socks with phallic objects. Just like Roman, he’s nearly a foot taller than him. Logan forgets how to breathe.

“Could do without the penis socks, but yes! This is who I needed you presentable for!”

Remus looks at him then, curiously. His gaze moves up and down slowly, a shiver runs down Logan’s spine. 

“This is Logan?” Remus slyly smirks, “RoRo you didn’t tell me he was hot!”

The music Roman told him about swells in his mind. His entire body feels light and airy. It’s not exactly joy and passion but Logan is suddenly overcome with the urge to devote his life to this beautiful near-stranger. He can feel his cheeks go pink when Remus says he’s hot, and in all honesty he does not care. Embarrassment is the least of what he’s thinking about. 

“Remus! He is my best friend and our guest! You cannot say that!” Roman looks over at Logan, opens his lips to apologize, then notices his nervous posture and blush. 

Logan decides to speak, but makes the mistake of looking at Remus first, his words come out as mush, “I-No-No it’s-uh-It's quite alright. I didn’t mind.”

Roman blinks at Logan wildly. He’d never seen Logan be such a mess when speaking. He’s usually measured and clean! It dawns on him in an instant what’s going through Logan’s mind.

“Well! Nice to see you Remus!” Roman starts pushing Logan harshly towards his room, “Logan brought pastries! Eat up! Bye!” 

When Roman slams the door he hears Remus call out, “I’m gonna order pizza for us in like thirty fucking minutes so you better be done girls talk by then or I’m getting anchovies and olives!”

Logan is being stared at like his head has cracked wide open, but his mind is in the figurative clouds. 

“I know what you mean now.” Logan mutters, putting a hand over his cheek gently and pressing his back against the door to sigh gently.

“Logan what are you talking about!?” Roman whisper-shouts, but part of him already knows.

“The music. The feelings.” Logan continues, not even speaking to Roman, “Not needing another person for as long as you live.”

The joy floods him in an instant, “I felt it.”

Roman pulls him over to sit on his bed. Logan flops backwards into the red sheets and throws his arms over his face. He tries to conceal the smile on his lips, but he can’t. He can’t believe he ever doubted Roman on this. This. This magnificent feeling. Love at first sight hit him like a truck in one indescribable instant. 

“You look happy,” Roman says softly, Logan nods slowly.

He mutters against his sleeve, “I apologize for doubting you.”

“I mean realistically, it’s not exactly love. More like a huge crush.” Roman flops down next to him. 

And while yes, he knows that it’s probably just infatuation, he loves how he’s feeling. He doesn’t typically feel things this abrupt, the strong. He finds the whole situation a bit funny, but if the night goes well he might end up with a date. 

[sides-of-demigods]

Emile and Remy

EMILE PICANI (20)

Oracle of Delphi

The Oracle of Delphi is a mortal with the sight that Apollo blessed with the gift of prophecy, specifically making them the vessel of the spirit of Delphi.

I know, I know, plenty of problems with that, but we'll get to those later I swear, just wanna get through the basic stuff.

Emile is influenced by the spirit of Delphi, giving him visions and occasionally possessing him to provide prophecies.

The visions can happen in dreams or when awake and are not always helpful. Sometimes they're full-on visions, but often they're symbolic or just short flashes or don't make sense with no context.

So, you know how in the PJO books, Rachel Dare painted her visions? Emile writes them.

And not in an "Oh this is what happened" like he's taking notes, he writes them like a story to get down every detail possible.

As for prophecies, well there's a risk that every time he's asked a question the spirit of Delphi will take control and give an entire freaking prophecy, but usually she only does that when the person actually needs a prophecy.

Sometimes it will come completely unprompted though, he'll just go into Prophecy Mode for like no reason and confuse everyone.

He doesn't do a lot of fighting and prefers to talk his way through things, but he does have a dagger that Roman and Logan helped teach him to use just in case.

Emile has dirty blonde hair, so dark that sometimes it can pass as a really light brown.

His eyes are bright blue, but when he's having a vision or giving a prophecy they'll glow an eerie sickly green color.

As for height, he's just taller than Patton, but comfortable at 5'9" (175 cm).

Besides, his boyfriend is way taller, and he actually quite enjoys the height difference.

Since he doesn't actually train with everyone, he isn't as well built, but he can hold his own.

Sort of.

Now for the question I'm sure you're asking: "Hey, Sara, why the fuck is Emile the Oracle of Delphi. She's supposed to be a woman. Is your head broken?"

Well here's the thing...he was.

That's right y'all, Emile Picani is transgender.

He became the Oracle of Delphi and arrived at camp around 4 years ago when he was sixteen.

It wasn't until a year later that he realized shit...he was a boy.

Cue internal freakout for a MULTITUDE of reasons.

He knew that only a woman was supposed to be the Oracle of Delphi, and without the spirit of Delphi he was just a random mortal who for some reason could see through the mist.

He wouldn't be able to stay at Camp.

He didn't want to do that!

He had friends, and he just loved Camp.

He and Remy had just said "I love you" a few months ago, and he'd already made arrangements with Chiron to take up permanent residence once he graduated high school.

Should he just deal with it? Should he really just risk all that just because he felt a little dysphoric everytime someone called him Amelia?

Thankfully Remy noticed something was up and the two talked all through the night about what to do, names, and things like that.

Technically Remy was supposed to go back to his cabin, but Chiron let him stay.

The next day, during announcements at dinner, Emile went up and announced that he was a boy and that he'd be going by Emile now.

Almost the entire camp cheered.

Remy announced that anyone who had a problem with it would have to deal with him.

Suddenly everyone was clapping.

Apollo showed up a few days later to sort everything out.

Apparently, you were the Oracle of Delphi until death, so Emile got to stay at Camp and everything was perfect.

Back to his powers for a second.

His powers have an effect on his body.

When having a vision, Emile will stop whatever he's doing or saying and just stand there, his eyes glowing.

Afterward, he'd feel lightheaded, dizzy, and dazed, which was where Remy came in.

Usually Emile would stumble a bit and Remy would be there to catch him every single time without fail. He'd take the shorter boy somewhere to sit down for a minute while he recovered and Emile would write down what he saw.

As for prophecies, those were worse.

Emile wouldn't be able to stand so Remy would grab one of the stools they keep at key places around camp just for this purpose and situate him on it.

Emile would seize up and speak in a voice that wasn't his. Green smoke would seem to appear from nowhere and his eyes would glow.

Immediately afterward he'd completely pass out sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for hours.

Remy would immediately scoop him up and carry him to his room in the Big House and stay with him until he woke up.

Fun Fact: Emile is a permanent resident of Camp with a room in the Big House ever since he graduated high school. He is taking online classes for a Degree in Psychology in his free time

REMY DORMIR (19)

Son of Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty

Remy has very very basic charmspeak. He can do very basic commands and can really only give people a push.

But however, he is really good with illusions. Not magic in general like the Hecate kids, just illusions and especially glamors.

In his words, the Mist is his bitch.

Remy actually has two signature weapons, because why not? He never adhered to tradition before so why start now?

The first is a stave/staff that the now Head Counselor of Hecate Camden Foote made for him. Not only does it help him focus his spells and control it more but it gives him an extra reserve to draw from other than himself.

His second is a spear but with the way he uses it it's basically a pointy bo staff.

Literally the only reason it has a spearhead is because you can’t kill monsters with a stick.

The staff is made of aspen wood with a black and silver grip, and the top resembles branches with a bright white light in the middle when Remy is using it.

The spear however is ebony with the usual celestial bronze spearhead and a simple black leather grip. Other than that, it’s not really anything special or extravagant.

Remy is a tall boi, he’s the same height as Logan, which means he’s six feet (182 cm)

His hair is jet black, like “holy crap how is it possible for hair to be that dark” black.

His eyes are gray but somehow they aren’t dull and instead intriguing

Emile is so lucky because his boyfriend is hot as hell

Okay moving on before I forget that I’m a lesbian today

Remy is one of those kids who literally had no idea he was a demigod but once he found out everything in his life suddenly made so much sense.

Like, for instance, the fact that girls were always all over him and people always seemed to want to hang out with him even though they had never met before.

He came to camp for his first summer at 11 years old, so about 8 years ago and the same year Thomas came to camp.

Since then he’s been coming every summer and switched to year-round literally like the second he graduated High School at 17.

No literally, like he changed out of his cap and gown and then drove to camp.

Then all of a sudden he was living there.

As for his family…

His family was stupid rich, and he still had full access to the money as long as he didn't do anything stupid.

He and his dad weren’t estranged and they definitely cared about each other but they just weren’t that close, and Remy was even more distant from his stepdad.

No mortal siblings or friends, but Remy didn’t really need them either.

He and Emile met for the first time when Remy was on a quest. It wasn’t anything major, in fact, it was just him and Thomas hunting down a rogue monster.

The two cornered the thing in an alley and managed to kill it but not before Emile witnessed the whole thing.

And it wasn’t the boys beating up a homeless dude or something, like the Mist should have made Emile see, but he saw everything, from the monster to Remy’s staff.

Remy managed to calm the freaked out mortal and explained the situation as best he could.

The two kept in touch and when it was announced that a search would begin for a new host for the Oracle Remy knew exactly who to call.

The rest was history.

The weird thing for Remy was that he found himself with a crush on Emile, or Amelia at the time, which was beyond confusing because he could have sworn he was gay. But who knew, maybe he was homoflexible.

What he did know was that he REALLY liked Emile. He confessed this soon after Emile took on the spirit of the Oracle and the two started dating

Remy is scary.

When you meet him or talk to him he seems so laid-back and cool and friendly.

But anyone who’s ever seen him fight can tell you that he is NOT someone you should mess with.

The way he moves and fights and even does magic is so fluid and quick it seems effortless.

It’s not just physical though.

Maybe it’s because he’s a child of Aphrodite or maybe it’s just the way he is, but if he wanted to he could easily verbally eviscerate someone.

He has this uncanny ability to be able to tell what your flaws and insecurities and exactly how to exploit them.

And not to mention that he os like the DEFINITION of protective.

Basically everyone is low-key scared of him and they should be.

Fun fact: Thanks to Remy literally always having Starbucks with him, there’s a rumor around camp hat Children of Aphrodite have the ability to summon Starbucks at any time. This obviously isn’t true but none of the Aphrodite kids are denying it. Honestly, half the time the Starbucks isn’t even real, it’s an illusion.

[khadij-al-kubra]

Ticklish

Pairing: Logince (platonic or romantic)

Characters: Logan, Roman

Words: 1411

Author’s Note: A short fic I wrote a while back based off this post. I realized i’d only written/posted it in the reblogs, so i thought i’d make it’s own post.

AO3

It had been a rare quiet afternoon in the Mindscape. Roman was off on one of his quests in the Imagination, Virgil was holed up in his room, and Thomas had summoned Patton to help him with a social event. So Logan had chosen to take advantage of the peace to curl up with a good book.

Today’s selection was a variety of science fiction short stories from “The Time Traveler’s Almanac,” a favorite of his. He has been captivated by a Ray Bradbury story but paused in his page, taking a moment to enjoy the delicious solitude. The sun shone through the living room window, the thermometer was at a comfortable temperature, and he was halfway through a cup of jasmine tea. Logan took a deep content breath and smiled. So peaceful…

SLAM

“I’m baaack!” sand Roman, bursting through the door. “Did you miss me?”

Logan groaned. ‘So much for peace and quiet.’ “Greetings Roman. I take it your ‘quest’ went well?” he asked, attempting to be polite.

Much as the creative side aroused his ire, the four of them did live under one roof. It was wise to attempt maintaining some semblance of civility.

“Why of course. I always emerge triumphant! Still, it is good to know that I was missed,” Roman smiled, his teeth practically glinting. “So, did i miss anything? Where are padre and the stormcloud?”

“Patton is busy with Thomas and Virgil is in his room. I meanwhile have been here reading all afternoon. Nothing of note happened in your absence, other than the interrupted quiet upon your rather boisterous entrance.”

Logan adjusted his glasses and gave Roman a pointed look. Apparently the creative side didn’t get the hint. Instead he chose to plop right next to Logan on the couch. Rather close might he add.

“Oh hush sub-astute teacher. So,” Roman leaned over Logan’s shoulder to peek at the page. “Whatcha reading anyways?”

“A science fiction story,” said Logan.

“You? Fiction? That seems out of your realm.”

“I’m not opposed to delving outside of my usual genres from time to time. Besides, I happen to appreciate well written prose.”

“So what’s it about?”

Ordinarily Logan would take any opportunity to share knowledge with someone else. However he has rather enjoyed his previous solitude and frankly wanted to just get back to reading in peace. Besides, he was just getting to the good part when Roman had popped in. Nothing worse than being interrupted during the big climax.

“Roman, if you’re so curious I shall lend you my book later. For now though I’d prefer to get back to the story.” Logan lifted the book up to his face.

“AWw come on Logan! Just tell me.”

Then Roman poked him in the side. It was only a light finger jab, but it had been right beneath Logan’s ribs, a.k.a. his hidden proverbial Achilles Heel. Before he could hold it in, Logan let out a giggle. He shut up and sat up straight as a meerkat. Too late. Roman had heard.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Logan cleared his suddenly high voice. “Nothing at all.”

“Logan…are you ticklish?”

“……no.”

Logan slowly turned to Roman. To his dread the creative Prince had the most villainous grin plastered to his face. He let out an ominous giggle and held up his fingers, wiggling them in front of the logical side’s flushed face.

Oh no.

Logan didn’t need Virgil around to know his fight or flight reflexes were kicking in. Fast as he could Logan fled from the living room, Roman tailing behind.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME, FIEND!”

“I’m gonna getcha Logan!”

“Nooooo!”

Roman chased him around the kitchen. He chased him up the stairs and past the bedrooms. Logan almost lost him outside the bathroom when he slid under tho taller side’s legs. Logan had considered shouting to Virgil for help, hoping that the anxious side would surely come to his rescue against a common enemy. However when he passed Virgil’s room he could hear music blaring loudly from the other side. Not the usual kind that signaled Virgil was having a panic attack, but even so there was no way he’d be able to hear Logan. Just as Logan was debating on whether or not to slide down the banister he felt Roman wrap his arms around his torso. Roman pulled Logan away from the stairs and then…oh the torture.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle!” said Roman as trailed fingers lightly up Logan’s sides.

Logan couldn’t fight against the ticklish sensations. They set him into a racoucious laughter that left him breathless. He felt himself sinking to the floor beneath Roman’s phalangial assault, taking the princely side down with him.

“Ro-ro- ROMAN! HA! P-pl-PLEASE AHA-HA!I ca-can’t BREATHE!” Logan laughed, tears running from his eyes. “Plea- STOP!!”

Mercifully so, he did. Logan fought for air, taking several deep breaths. Finally, after a trail of weak laughs, Logan was able to compose himself again. He glared at Roman fiercely. He despisedbeing tickled! Not only was it an awkward sensation that forced him to show laughter when nothing was amusing, but it made him lose all sense of composure. It was rather embarrassing.

“Don’t ever do that again!” said Logan, his tone pencil sharp.

Roman winced. His face shifted from amused to genuinely sorry. Logan almost felt sorry for his harsh tone.

“I…I’m sorry Logan. Truly,” said Roman, his voice soft and hesitant. “I didn’t think you’d mind that much.”

“Well i do.”

“Patton usually likes it when i have tickle fights with him.”

“I am not Patton.”

“No…you’re right. I-I am sorry Logan. I just…really needed a laugh after my last quest. And ordinarily I go to Patton for that, or even Virgil if I can rope him into playful banter. I did not mean to violate your personal space in such a way. It was…wrong of me.”

Logan could hear the genuine remorse in Roman’s voice. He took a deep breath. “…Apology accepted Roman. Just…don’t ever do it again.”

“I promise!” Roman held a hand over his hear and raised his right hand as well.

They sat on the carpeted floor for a while in silence.Ironic given that was what Logan had been trying to regain in the first place.

“You know,” Roman said , looking at him with a small smile, “you have quite a nice laugh. Shame I so rarely get to hear it. Truly.”

Logan didn’t understand why his face suddenly felt warmer. Perhaps it was a side effect of being tickled. Still, he cleared his throat before responding.

“Well…thank you Roman. That’s flattering, i supposed.”

“So,” Roman lay on his side looking up at him. “What was that story you were reading about anyway?”

“Oh. Well, it was, in short, a story exemplifying the repercussions of the butterfly effect. Quite good actually.”

“Sounds like it. Would you…” Roman looked away, blushing. “Would you read it to me?”

Logan stared at him baffled. “Why would you wish to read with me?”

“Honestly? Because, like i said, it was a difficult quest. One that had left me tired and, well, rather down. And the two things i need most to make me feel better after something like that is a) a good laugh, and b) some peaceful relaxation. And i can think of nothing more peaceful that hearing you reading aloud. Unless…you’d rather be left alone.”

Something in Logan softened at the sincerity of Roman’s explanation. It was only then that he realized just how drained the other truly looked.

“I supposed that would be an adequate way to spend the remainder of the day.” Roman sat back up, beaming at him. “However, notickling. Do not even entertain the thought.”

“You have my word!”

So they went back downstairs and sat together on the couch. Logan picked the almanac back up and went back to the beginning of the story so he could catch Roman up on the tale. As promised, Roman did not attempt to tickle Logan again. However, he did lean against Logan’s side as the logical manifestation read aloud in a soft yet steady voice; a gentle smile of easement resting upon his handsome face. To Logan’s surprise though, he didn’t mind. He still had the light shining gently through the window, a freshly brewed cup of tea, a good book and comfortable quiet. Perhaps, he mused, solitude wasn’t necessarily needed to feel at peace.

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[zhydoesart]

Date Night (ch. 1/2)

This is a sequel of sorts to Unconditional Love, and you don’t have to read it first for it to make sense, although I’d prefer that.

Ship(s): DLAMP

Warnings: sympathetic Deceit, I guess

Patton sighed.

It was time for their first date with their boyfriends after coming out as genderfluid (which had happened two days prior), and none of their clothes felt right today.

They ran out into the living room, skidding to a stop in front of their brother, Thomas, who was sitting on the couch, fuzzy-socked feet up off the floor, smiling at something on his phone.

“Thomas!” hollered Patton, even though he was right next to them. “Stop texting your boyfriends, I don’t know what to wear for my date tonight!”

Thomas looked up from his phone, spluttering, “Patton! Remy and Emile aren’t my boyfriends!”

“Yet.” Patton wriggled their eyebrows, and Thomas groaned into a nearby pillow. “Please, Thomas, I need your help.”

Thomas sighed. “Fine.” He loved his sibling, but sometimes they were just too much. “Let’s see your wardrobe, then.”

Returning to their room, Patton pursed their lips, one hand on their hips as they considered their options. Thomas raised an eyebrow at the wide variety of clothing styles; he’d known Patton was genderfluid, since they’d told him after they told their boyfriends, but he hadn’t realized that meant they’d wear skirts now (not that he had a problem with it.)

“I don’t see the issue, Pat,” Thomas began. Truly, he had no clue what they were looking for.

Patton sighed again. “Okay, no, so that’s not the problem exactly. Uh, so… I’m feeling feminine today, but I’ve never worn a skirt in front of anyone except Roman since he helped me shop for them. I’m just nervous.”

Thomas grinned. “If Roman helped you shop, I have no doubt that it’ll look great on you, okay? His fashion sense is spot-on.”

“You’re right,” admitted Patton. “I don’t need to worry.” She hugged her brother, throwing her arms around his neck, but then he eyes glazed over as she remembered. “Oh, shoot, I need someone to help me with my makeup. I haven’t had the chance to get any of my own, what do I do, Thomas?”

“Fine, I’ll text Roman,” Thomas conceded, sending Roman a quick text. “He says he’ll be right over. Can I go now, Pat, or do you still need me?”

“No, you’re good,” Patton beamed, and Thomas gave a small wave before returning to the couch.

—–

Feeling rather satisfied with the outcome, Patton surveyed her outfit in the mirror. She’d color-coordinated her skirt with a barrette she’d used to pin back a piece of her bangs that fell in her eyes, and Roman had helped with the makeup. He stood behind Patton, hands on her shoulders as he smirked at her in the mirror.

“Thanks, Roman, I really like it,” she told him, and he dropped one hand to squeeze hers.

“I’m glad, it really suits you.”

Patton’s deep, emotive eyes showed a glimmer of worry, and Roman was quick to reassure her. “If you’re worrying about what the others will think, don’t. They’re going to love it… Logan in particular.” Patton made a noise that sounded suspiciously like the offended sounds the taller of the two frequently made, jokingly punching Roman on the shoulder, and Roman laughed a deep chuckle that still made Patton’s insides flutter as if they were full of butterflies.

…why had society chosen butterflies? Patton wondered. Is it because they’re pretty? Because nobody wants a moth near them, but wouldn’t mind if a butterfly landed on their finger? Oh, shoot, she’s distracted again.

“But seriously, Pat,” Roman said. “They love you, and they’re going to love your outfit too.”

“I hope so,” Patton said with a little giggle as she looked up at her much taller boyfriend.

Patton would always treasure the pleasantly surprised look on Logan’s face when she walked up to where he was waiting outside the theater.

Patton looked Logan up and down: the nerd was dressed in a long-sleeved white button-up this time, his tie a storm-gray to match his eyes. As Patton approached, Logan was fiddling idly with a black-banded watch he wore on his right wrist. He looked up when he heard Patton’s footsteps approach. One of his eyebrows was cocked, his gray eyes widened.

“You look nice,” Logan said, and he didn’t try to hide the small smile on his lips as he held out a hand for Patton to take.

Patton placed her hand in Logan’s. “Thank you.” Her smile was directed towards the bricks on the ground; she couldn’t make eye contact with Logan again, too embarrassed, but in a good way.

Roman stepped out from behind a pillar nearby where he’d been waiting. They’d arrived together, but Roman had opted to wait off to the side so that Patton could see Logan’s “amazing, precious reaction” in its “unstifled entirety,” whatever that meant, and now that it was over with, Roman had decided to pretend like he’d just gotten there.

“Hello,” he trilled, striding over to stand beside them as they waited for Virgil and Damien. He shot a surreptitious wink to Patton, who gave him a thumbs up where Logan couldn’t see.

“Greetings, Roman,” greeted Logan, going so far as to let the corners of his lips curl up slightly. It was unusual for the stoic, gray-eyed man to express much emotion, so it was always special when one of them managed to make him smile.

They didn’t have to wait very long; after a few minutes, Virgil and Damien turned the corner, chatting quietly yet cheerfully. Being the quieter, softer two, they tended to be one of the better pairing ups of the five, and seemed to have a lot in common.

Virgil was dressed in his usual outfit, complete with his decoratively-stitched purple jacket, black combat boots walking in perfect time with Damien’s black dress shoes. The latter was wearing his typically eccentric fashion sense, black hat centered on his head, bangs combed so it covered his yellow-green eye and burn scars. As Patton understood it, Damien didn’t like the attention he got when he left his eye uncovered, as it really was closer to a yellow than a green, and not only was heterochromia rare, a yellow eye was even rarer, and of course bscars tended to draw attention. Having too many people look at him made him uncomfortable.

The two finished talking a few feet before they reached Patton & co., and she smiled again as they stopped to take in her outfit. Damien gave a slow nod and Virgil gave a thumbs up, a lazy smile on his face, and Patton was filled yet again with an almost overwhelming love for her boyfriends.

Roman cleared his throat dramatically, and Virgil rolled his eyes. “Shall we go in, then?” Each of the five made varying noises of agreement, and together, they entered the theater.

[rubyredsparks]

Blossoming Souls Ch. 7

Relationship(s): Romantic Logince, Moxiety; Platonic every other relationship

“Tags” for the whole story: morally grey!deceit, Deceit, Remus, Thomas as a character, Romance, Minor violence, someone’s potty mouth, Foul language, Minor homophobia (it’s not that bad), Miscommunication (this one is though), Friendship

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of Logan exposing Roman's lies. Who knew Remy was so well educated? Patton meets a purple clad stranger and falls in love.

Logan was angry.

No, no he wasn’t just angry. He was seething.

How dare-? How dare Prince Roman take him for the fool? How dare that vapid Prince think he was stupid enough to not realize that he was a Prince?

Did he seem that stupid? Unobservant?

He was Prince Logan of Aowhea, nine doctorates under his belt, a tenth on its way soon. He wasn’t stupid.

A little lost on social interaction, but that had nothing to do with this dishonourable action from the Crown Prince no less!

Logan would’ve thought that Prince Roman would have more decorum than that.

He clenched his hands, feeling his chest heaving in anger at the deceit that the Prince pulled over him.

He needed, he needed- What? What did he need?

He needed to quiet the storm in his mind. He needed to read, to write, something to quiet the maelstrom of thoughts whirling in his mind right now.

Logan scrambled away from the door, staggering forward in the room. The familiar smell of books calmed him somewhat, ink and paper overwhelming his senses in all the right ways.

The giant bookshelves towered over him, sunlight soaking in the multitude of book covers and loose leaves in between pages.

He breathed in deeply, a nostalgic familiarity surrounding him.

Logan could feel his heartbeat slow, the anger and betrayal he felt lowering to a simmer.

He needed something to do before his anger got the better of him.

Walking forward, he trailed his fingers over all of the spines, some of them worn with age and love. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, he pulled down one of the books, a leather-brown cover embossed in gold.

Opening it made the spine crackle with age, yellow pages wearing away. The poems immediately caught his eye, and he stumbled backward, falling into a plush, leather chair, eyes voraciously soaking up each and every word.

He didn’t even realize that he was finished with the book until he turned a page and met with a yellow blankness.

“That one is one of my favourites too,” a voice said.

Logan blinked and was met with a shock of blonde hair, thermos in hand. Remy was leant against one of the tables, sipping his drink as he gazed down at Logan.

The Prince scowled, standing up abruptly with his fingers tapping against the cover of the leather book. “I suppose you’re here to also lie about your name, or apologize in your Prince’s stead.”

“Psh, nah, gurl, that Royal Prat had it coming for him. And my name really is Remy, sweetcheeks.” Remy smirked, winking as Logan turned red.

“That is no way to address someone of higher status than you.” Logan chided, tucking the book under his arm. He walked toward the bookshelf again, trailing his fingers over the familiar, yet unfamiliar, books.

“Does it seem like I care, gurl?”

“I am a man.” Logan said confusedly.

“Doesn’t stop me from calling you gurl.”

“Please don’t,” a squirming discomfort rising up in him. “I am uncomfortable with that.”

“I-” Remy blinked, sunglasses sliding down to reveal surprised green eyes. “Alright.”

“Thank you.” Logan said softly. He returned the book to its proper place, pulling out another book by a similar author. He sat down to read it again, feeling Remy’s intense stare boring into him.

“Did you need something, Remy?” he asked, still reading.

“Is this your first time reading those books?”

Logan startled, “How did you know?”

“Your eyes widened upon the very first page, and you stumbled back in that chair without breaking eye contact with the book.”

“I suppose I wasn’t very subtle about it. Yes, this is my first time reading these books. Aowhea doesn’t focus much on the fiction part of the world, more the realistic.”

Remy hummed noncommittally. “What do you think of the poems?” Remy asked, setting his drink down.

Logan looked up to see sincerity in those eyes. He pursed his lips, closing the book softly after marking his place. “I think… that the author is lonely, expressing his words rhythmically. Longing for love, companionship, someone to meet him where he’s at.”

“Why do you say he?”

“What do you mean?”

Remy nodded at the bookshelf, “That author. Why do you think that the author of those poems is a he? Is there something about the poems that feel masculine?”

“Gender is a spectrum and open to interpretation,” Logan started. “If the author is a male, female or in between, that isn’t any of my business.”

Remy pursed his lips at that noncommittal answer, “Okay. Which one was your favourite?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can’t just not know.”

“I can and I don’t. All the poems have their own sense of beauty, asking me to pick a favourite is like asking me which of my body parts I prefer the most.”

“My personal favourite,” Remy said, “is the one titled ‘Longing’. There’s something about the piece that makes it more than just longing, like hoping or dreaming for a new perspective.”

“Perhaps,” Logan tilted his head to concede, “I’d have to read it again to see what you mean.”

“Remy!” a bellow came from outside the library doors.

“Ah, that’s my cue.”

The doors burst open, and Remy grabbed his cup, bringing it up to salute Logan and slipped away behind one of the bookshelves.

Logan blinked when a man well-dressed in purple and black stomped forward. “Ah, pardon me, your Highness, I don’t suppose you’ve seen an idiot blond here, have you?”

“I- I don’t know?” Logan said, voice cracking with unsurety.

“I suppose that was too specific,” the other muttered. “No matter, I’ll find him sometime soon. Good day, your Highness.”

He tipped his head in farewell, and Logan waved a hand in bewilderment.

Logan stared down at the book in his hands. This castle is much more lively than at home.

The doors burst open again. “Remy!!”

“You can’t catch me, Virgey!” Remy cackled.

Much, much more lively.

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Patton was slightly lost. Literally, he meant. Though, he supposed he was lost figuratively as well.

He had meant to go to the training grounds after he had dropped off Logan and his luggage, but then he had gotten sidetracked helping a few of the servants carrying loads in. And then he had gotten even more sidetracked looking for Logan.

The castle in Eiehde was vastly different from the one in Aowhea. Eiedhe’s castle seemed quaint compared to this one. The walls were bricks piled high, stone carved out in a way that was fortifying and beautiful all at once.

Intricate carvings in all the stones, words and pictures in all of the walls. Not to mention the mosaics that became of the windows. Rows and rows of coloured glass artfully pieced together to create scenes that would make anyone cry.

The draperies that usually lined the windows were tied tight to the side, letting beautiful streams of sun to shine down the hallways. The hallways seemed to be double the size of his home country's.

The places and people seemed to be big and extravagant, reflecting the monarch in flattery. Dozens of little machines, artworks and canvases from unremarkable names to household idols ranged across the halls.

But the halls were confusing and wide and long and winding. Patton had been here for over two weeks and he still wasn’t sure where the training grounds really were. He was sure that he was supposed to turn left at the Griffin’s head. Or was it a right?

“Um, excuse me?” he tapped one of the servant’s shoulders softly, grabbing their attention. They stopped, humming at him and tapping their foot impatiently. Their clothes were tight and wrapped around him, leather pants clinging to their legs.

Patton couldn’t quite tell their gender and just went with gender neutral instead.

They were just about taller than him by a few inches, eyes brown and narrowed at him. They were carrying a platter filled with cups and vials, some of them sloshing when they had turned to Patton.

“Well, um, can you- uh, tell me...?” he stammered, unable to finish.

"What need?" They grumbled in a thick accent, streaks of grey covered their head. Though there were a few prominent in their bangs, scowl set to reveal a golden tooth and yellowing teeth.

Their face was wrapped in cloth, shielding most of their face besides the eyes and mouth, nose covered. Head wrapped in the cloth enough to hold their hair up but still revealed tufts of hair.

Patton was frozen. There was something about this unfamiliar environment, the hustle and bustle about it, that made his senses overload. Usually he was great in situations like these, battle instincts and adrenaline working seamlessly together as he took control of the situation.

But people were never his strong suit. He learned to smile, to appease, to nod his head. But he never learned to listen, to talk, to not be awkward.

He was a people person, but he wasn’t a people person, if that made any sense.

He had always tried his best, trying to love, comfort and appease other people. But people never liked him. In his orphanage days, kids were very cruel.

So he learned to smile and bear it. He saw in Aowhea how people were greedy and hated each other. He experienced it to a certain extent.

He never wanted anyone else to experience that.

Maybe that was why he joined the royal guard. Climbed up in ranks until he reached personal guard of the Prince. Learned to fight, to grit his teeth and bare it, to kill.

To protect.

He had never killed a person. There was never that much trouble in the kingdom to send him out for that. And he never would if he could do anything about it. But morals and life would always conflict.

He could only pray to the Lady that he will never kill.

The person he stopped burst into a tirade of annoyed lecturing, arms flailing and eyes dark with anger. It didn’t help Patton that they were speaking the kingdom’s own language instead of the common tongue.

His shoulders were tense, old instincts making him want to lash out. A smile was biting to be unleashed, so that he could at least get the angry person away from him.

“What’s wrong now?” A man just a bit shorter than him strode to his side, his kind brown eyes flashing in his direction before focussing on the other.

There was rapid fire of words batted between the newcomer and the person Patton had stopped on his way.

What limited knowledge he had of Eiehde’s language was practically nonexistent s the two talked.

The newcomer sent the other on their way with a fixed merry smile and a wave. His shoulders fell, and he grumbled under his breath.

“Um, sir, maybe you can help me?” Patton asked tentatively, smile hesitant.

“Hmm? Of course,” the man turned to give his full attention to him, and Patton’s breath caught in his throat.

The stranger was breathtaking.

Clothed in purple and black, his long-sleeved tunic was strangely tattered and sewed together that did not take away the appeal at all. His trousers were brown and another sweater tied around his waist.

His eyes were twinkling brown, mischievous and hiding as if he knew something Patton didn’t.

There were freckles everywhere, and it was like the man was kissed by the sun herself to have those beautiful kisses on his face.

“Are you alright?”

By the Lady, his accent was so cute! It was lilting slightly, deep yet bright at the same time. Slow and gravelly, as if he was trying to pronounce his words correctly.

“You are one of Aowhea's, yes?”

“Wha-? Er, yes, yes, that’s me! Patton, I am!” Patton rushed to reassure the man. “Do you speak the common tongue? We can talk in that if it’s easier for you.”

The man’s shoulders relaxed slightly, nodding his assent. “Thank you. I know enough of Aowhean to get by, but not enough for a full conversation. I’m Royal Advisor to the King, Virgil.”

“It’s gay,” Patton said, tongue twisting on the words ‘good’ and ‘okay’, and he cursed his ineptitude around handsome men. “I mean I’m gay- good! It’s good! You’re… good.”

“Good,” the man smiled in amusement. “Did you need something? I apologize for Chadworth’s brashness. But the welcoming dinner for your Prince is tonight, and everyone is harried to finish preparations.”

“Good Lady, that’s tonight?” Patton said, “But there was a welcoming committee the day we arrived.”

“Ah, but the official ceremony is tonight. For the senators and governors and everyone to welcome the Prince intended.”

“I do hope Logan was prepared for this,” Patton muttered under his breath. He knew that the Prince didn’t bring any formal party clothing. There had been no warning of there being any party.

“Pardon?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing.”

“Alright then, I must be on my way. Preparations and all,” the man gave him a small salute and started to turn and leave.

“Wait!” Patton lurched forward and grabbed his sleeve.

The man flinched, hunching his shoulders, and Patton caught a glimpse of his brown eyes flickering in fear. “Yes?”

Patton cautiously let go, hands removing themselves slowly. “Will you please show me to the training grounds?”

The man’s smile this time was much more guarded, but Patton didn’t care. His next words made his smile widen and his day brighter. “Of course."

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[fangirl-skeleton]

How Do You Say ‘I Love You?’

A/N: So I've never actually written for a ship before. They've all been reader inserts, so bear with me.

Also idk if I'm actually going to make this into a series, every time I do I end up giving up, so I'm not going to make any commitments this time. And I'm sorry if I kinda shoved a bunch of different tropes into this one chapter.

But I had the idea for this and I had to write it. So here you go!

(This is based off of the song 'If I Could Tell Her' from Dear Evan Hansen btw. Virgil's lines are underlined in that song for your convenience.)

(Oh also this kinda came out angstier than I originally intended, I promise it's not too bad and the fluff outweighs it, but it does kinda have some angst mentioned.)

Warning: Mentions of anxiety (wow shocking), kinda angsty, repression, suggestive jokes I guess?

Word count: 2,683

It was just after 5 pm, and while the rest of the cast and crew of his schools production had left, Virgil Grey remained behind to continue working on the set. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be there after school without teacher supervision, but since he was a senior and in charge of the painting of the set, the staff of the school had decided to turn a blind eye.

Virgil had worked on the stage crew every year since he was a freshman. As much as he loved it, to be honest he had always wanted to be a part of the cast. Unfortunately, he had always been too anxious to even bring himself to audition, and he always regretted it afterwards. It wasn't exactly a fun cycle to be stuck in, but this was the last production before he graduated, meaning he had just let his last opportunity to break out of that cycle pass him by.

He wondered how Roman did it. Roman Prince, his boyfriend of four months, never seemed to have an issue with putting himself out there. On the student council, theatre star, talented singer and musician, Spanish Language captain. He was the lead in the production for the second year running, playing Evan Hansen. It was almost frightening how Roman was so different from his character, and yet he played him so well.

Virgil was amazed at the way that other people's words never seemed to get to him, but there was always that part of him who was a little jealous; he thought as he continued packing up paint cans and brushes into a cuboard below the stage. While he was doing that, something caught his eye. The Dear Evan Hansen CD that they had used in rehearsals before they had found somebody to play the piano accompaniment. He picked it up, remembering how the CD player was still somewhere in the wings of the stage. Maybe he couldn't bring himself to sing in front of everybody, but he just wanted to get up on that stage at least once before he graduated. Nobody else was here.

Nervous but excited, Virgil climbed back up the stairs to the wings of the stage. Grabbing the CD player and plugging it in just off to the side, his mind and heart were racing. He had remembered to lock the doors, right? Since the school was mostly empty of students, there hadn't been a reason to leave them open.

Taking a deep breath, he hit play on the second track, slowly stepping to the middle of the stage as the gentle piano began to play. The words were coming. He breathed out, letting his nerves ease up, and allowing him to lose himself in the song.

I've learned to slam on the breaks Before I've even turned the key. Before I make the mistake, Before I lead with the worst of me.

The first few lines rang out through the hall quieter than he meant them to. Somebody could hear, he thought, before pushing it to the back of his mind. The doors were locked and the windows were too high up to see through. Even if they did hear, how would anybody know that it was him?

Give them no reason to stare. No slipping up if you slip away. So I've got nothing to share, No I've got nothing to say.

Step out, step out of the sun If you keep getting burned. Step out, step out of the sun, Because you've learned,because you've learned.

He took one more deep breath in, letting the song completely take him over.

On the outside always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass. I'm waving through a window.

I try to speak but nobody can hear So I sit around for an answer to appear, While I'm watch, watch, watching people pass. Waving through a window.

Can anybody see? Is anybody waving back at me?

Suddenly Virgil heard footsteps from the wings of the stage. His heart leapt, as he quickly shut the music off, and his mind started running through places to disappear, before none other than Roman stepped out, clapping slowly, a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, Roman. I- uh..." Virgil stuttered. "I didn't know anybody was still here."

Roman walked closer to him. "I didn't know you could sing like that." He grinned. Virgil blushed. "Really, you sound great."

"You think?" Virgil replied sheepishly, brushing his hair out of his face.

"Yeah, you're way better than some of the people in the production." Roman said, taking both of the shorter boys hands in his.

"Thanks." Virgil replied, not really knowing what else to say. "What are you doing here so late?"

Roman shrugged. "I realized my jacket wasn't in my locker. I think I left it here somewhere after rehearsal."

Virgil just then noticed that Roman wasn't wearing his bomber jacket, which didn't happen often at school. White, with gold around the sleeves and collar. Roman wore it everywhere, but now he just stood there in a red t-shirt.

"Oh, I haven't seen it anywhere, but I can help you look." Virgil offered.

"You're not busy?"

Virgil shook his head. "Just packed up. Wait, how did you get in here anyway?"

Roman laughed. "You left the back door unlocked."

Virgil grimaced. "Right."

After quickly fixing that, the two headed into one of the wings to look for the jacket.

"Where did you actually leave it?" Virgil asked, checking one of the low shelves where people usually left spare props and clothes.

"On there, but I think somebody might've moved it." Roman pointed to an empty table.

Virgil walked over to the table, ducking down to look under it. "Oh, here it is." He pulled it out by the sleeve, but slipped on a random chord when he tried to stand back up. "Whoa!"

He felt Roman catch him from behind before he could fall, one arm around his waist, the other around his shoulders. He was looking straight up at Roman, who was grinning stupidly.

"Hey there." Roman smirked. "You okay?"

"I-I'm fine." Virgil assured him. "Did you like, plan that or something? Not that I'm really complaining..."

Roman laughed. "I did not plan anything, I guess that fate keeps throwing us together."

"Well preferably not in a literal sense next time." Virgil said. "Here."

He unwrapped himself from Roman's arms and pulled the jacket over the taller boys shoulders. Roman put the sleeves on, and Virgil fixed the collar, before gently pulling Roman forward into a soft kiss. Roman automatically wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist, before Virgil pulled away and wandered over to perch on the edge of the table.

"So, how's the rehearsal going?" He asked.

Roman walked over to where Virgil was sitting, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck. Virgil lazily placed his legs around either side of Romans, bolder than he would normally be at school since he was confident that nobody else was there. "It's going well, I suppose. I don't know."

Virgil cocked his head. "Something wrong?"

Roman sighed. "It's just the scenes where Evan and Zoe are alone together. Don't get me wrong, Elle makes an incredible Zoe. It's just that apparently, my emotions aren't convincing enough."

"What do you mean, you're an amazing actor?" Virgil asked, though he had a feeling that he knew what Roman meant.

Virgil knew all too well why it was so hard for Roman to play a role where Virgil's twin sister, Elle, was playing his love interest. The two had been best friends throughout middle school, and were still super close, but a lot had happened within that time. During freshman year, before either of them had come out, the two had ended up dating. Awkwardly.

Even though most of their school had been convinced, the people close to them (Virgil, the rest of their families, their best friends Patton Foster and Logan Berry, Elle's now-girlfriend Audrey) had guessed what was going on long before either of them told anyone. Virgil had been at a different middle school than Roman and Elle, since he hand't been comfortable with such a big one, so he hadn't met Roman properly until high school. Virgil had had a crush on him since then, however, including the time in which he and Elle had dated.

For the past two years, the two had moved on like nothing had ever happened, but playing two roles like Evan and Zoe was surely bringing up memories of that period of repression that they'd both rather forget. It couldn't be easy.

"Apparently I don't look like I'm 'interested enough' in her. The director kept reminding me constantly. I understand where he was coming from, but he was getting rather harsh about it, I'd say." Roman looked so frustrated. He was trying to act like he was mad at the director, but Virgil could guess pretty easily that he was mad at himself.

"Ro, I'm sorry, I know that having to act like that with her again must be hard, even if it is just part of a play."

Roman laughed lightly. "To be honest, all I wanted was to turn around and tell him that he had the wrong Grey twin for that."

Virgil pulled him closer, Roman leaning down and gently kissing him on the forehead, making his cheeks turn bright red. "You're too charming, Princey."

"You flatter me."

Virgil laughed, before he had an idea. "You know, I could always help you practice. We could even try now, if you want?"

Roman looked surprised. "Really? Thank you, darling, that would be amazing! You know Zoe's lines for the scene?"

Virgil rolled his eyes, climbing up from where he sat, but keeping hold of Roman's hands. "Trust me, I know it too well. Elle never stops practicing. Our rooms are right next to each other, and the walls are stupidly thin."

Roman smirked. "Thin walls, hey? I better remember that for later on."

Virgil raised an eyebrow, though he was trying really hard not to blush. "Watch it." He warned Roman.

Roman held up his hands. "Fine, fine."

Virgil shook his head in laughter, pulling Roman along to the stage. "You're a weirdo."

"And you find it charming, my dear."

Virgil switched on the CD player, before joining Roman on the edge of the prop bed that was still on the stage. "Shut up."

He did.

The music started playing around them, and Virgil watched as Roman's mannerisms instantly switched over. He started fiddling with his hands, hunching over more, looking terrified and shy, just like his character.

"He thought you were awesome." He stuttered out the first line perfectly.

"He thought I was awesome? My brother?" Virgil tried his best to characterize Zoe the same way his sister did, although he knew that he was too nervous to focus on it. He knew how the song went. Was it too soon to say it? He wanted to, but he was terrified.

"Definitely." Roman continued.

"How?"

"Well..."

He said, there's nothing like your smile,

Sort of subtle, and perfect, and real.

Roman's voice was enchanting, and Virgil immediately felt some of his anxiousness slip away. The way that Roman was looking at him, he wished that he could just stare at him all day. Oh god, that sounded really creepy now that he thought about it.

He said, you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.

And he knew, whenever you get bored you scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans.

And he noticed, that you still fill out those quizzes that they put in those teen magazines.

Roman grabbed both of Virgil's hands, pulling the two of them to their feet. This wasn't part of the directions, Virgil knew, but he guessed Roman was just doing his own thing this time.

But he kept it all inside his head,

What he saw, he left unsaid.

And though he wanted to, he couldn't talk to you,

He couldn't find a way,

But he would always say...

Roman dropped Virgil's hands, wrapping his arms around Virgil's shoulders like they were slow-dancing.

If I could tell her, tell her everything I see.

If I could tell her, how she's everything to me.

Roman let go, taking a couple of steps backwards as he sang.

But we're a million worlds apart,

And I don't know how I would even start.

If I could tell her...

If I could tell her...

Roman slowly paced back to Virgil, before they both sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Did he say anything else?" Virgil spoke the lines clearly, but he was almost completely unaware of what he was saying, he was so caught up in the moment.

"A-about you?"

"NevermindIdon'treallycareanywa-"

"No no, he said so many things, I'm just trying to remember the best ones!"

He thought, you looked really pretty-

Or uh- It looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair.

Roman gently brushed Virgil's purple bangs out of his face. It had never occurred to Virgil how well the lyrics fit the two of them until now, but oh my god. It was kind of insane. Roman quickly pulled Virgil to his feet again.

And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there.

Roman spun him around slowly, grinning like an idiot.

But he kept it all inside his head,

What he saw, he left unsaid.

If I could tell her, tell her everything I see.

If I could tell her, how she's everything to me.

But we're a million worlds apart.

They both sang that line, stepping back slightly. Virgil wondered how he even managed to get it out, as the moment he was anticipating drew closer.

And I don't know how I could even start.

If I could tell her...

If I could tell her.

But what do you do when there's this great divide?

Roman stepped even further back across the stage.

He just seemed so far away...

And what do you do when the distance is too wide?

It's like I don't know anything...

And how do you say...

Virgil's breath hitched in his throat. Sure, they were acting, but they had never said it to each other before. This felt real, and the look in Roman's eyes just made it feel more real. One of pure adoration.

...I love you?

I love you.

He stepped closer every time he said it, and Virgil's heart beat faster.

I love you.

I love you.

Virgil wasn't supposed to join in on that line, he knew it. It just felt... right. Like all the air had been knocked out of him, in a good way. Roman couldn't keep the smile from his face, but somehow looked like he was on the verge of tears at the same time. They were close enough to join hands again, Roman resting their foreheads together gently. He sung the next part softly enough that even if they had been surrounded by people, Virgil still would have been the only one who heard it.

But we're a million worlds apart,

And I don't know how I would even start.

If I could tell her...

He pulled away, holding Virgil's face in his hands, looking at him like he was the whole world.

If I could...

He immediately pulled Virgil in to kiss him, like he had to do it before he heard whatever Virgil might say. It was clear that he was just as scared.

"I mean it Virgil." He whispered. "I love you."

Virgil felt like he was on top of the world, like his heart was going to explode. "I love you too, Roman."

They kissed again, this time Virgil pulling Roman in first. Afterwards, Virgil pulled himself close to Roman's chest, Roman resting his head on top of Virgil's.

"Kind of cheesy, isn't it, falling in love in the middle of a stage?" Virgil mumbled.

Roman smiled. "I suppose it is, my love."

A/N: Aaaahhhh okay I’ve never actually posted a fic directly to Tumblr before, it’s up on my Wattpad too (same username), please like or reblog if you enjoyed!

[nekoabiwrites]

Of Princes and Potions - Chapter 5

So, what did Virgil walk in on? Let’s find out... after some Logan time.

AU: Fantasy, Royal Pairing: Pining Logince Words: 3071 Warnings: Deceit, sword mention, fight mention, implication of possible violence. Anything else, please let me know!

Summary: Logan has been working tirelessly to try and understand his feelings, perhaps his magical knowledge will be able to help him?

Ever since his first run in with the crown prince, Logan had been wracking his brain for any information he could possibly have obtained in his life that could explain the odd feelings. He paced in circles around his tower as he thought, he poured through book after book in the hope of finding some answers, he even made a trip to the castle’s library to look at even more books, but he was constantly coming up short.

It also didn’t help that these strange feelings were intermittent and only seemed to be available to Logan when Roman was around. This meant it was extremely hard to experiment with them.

This is the reason Logan had been spending more and more time wandering the halls. He was hoping to run into the crown prince and experience the emotions more, just so he could finally come to understand what they were all about, but it was almost a fruitless effort as the castle was just so large. He also felt like he needed a legitimate reason to be wandering the halls, so he could reassure anyone who asked him about his behaviour and he was slowly running out of the excuses.

Logan knew he needed to let it go for a while. He was getting nowhere, and it was frustrating him. He just needed a short distraction. So, when Strix flew through his window with a note from Demitri asking him to assist with healing a few of the animals, Logan was more than pleased.

He threw his star-dusted cloak over his usual clothing and walked at a brisk pace towards the front doors of the castle.

The wizard would never admit it, but he loved the drama that came from his cloak billowing behind him as he walked through the halls. He loved the fact he could be seen coming from any point along a corridor. He never left his tower without it, it was a part of who he was in the eyes of those who lived within the castle walls. It was also almost like a shield to a knight, something he was able to hide himself behind in order to protect himself. From what? Logan had long since forgotten about figuring out the finer details.

He stalked out of the front doors and took extra care in descending the steps outside, but his concentration was broken slightly by the loud clang of clashing swords and armour. Logan, after reaching the ground, couldn’t help but follow his curiosity and made his way towards the noise.

Logan stood at the fence that surrounded the courtyard the knights had designated for themselves, watching the current fight with innate curiosity. He didn’t know what it was, but something was keeping him there and having him watch this battle unfold. The wizard observed as one of the faceless, armoured warriors fought and over-powered the other with ease, feeling something indescribable at the display of strength and agility. It was almost like a rush of heat flooded his body though he had not moved and the temperature around him had not risen at all, but Logan didn’t have time to dwell on that as the bested knight fell to the ground. His weapon clattered down beside him along with his helmet, which he’d almost immediately removed as a clear sign of defeat.

The boisterous laugh that followed had Logan’s attention fully returning to the victor of the fight. The helmet was taken off and there was a sudden fluttering in the wizard’s stomach, in addition to the warmth he’d felt previously. There was just something about the crown prince’s slightly dishevelled state, with his normally pristinely styled hair a mess from the helmet and the clear beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks, that just had all of Logan’s thoughts grinding to a halt. The prince looked positively radiant, it seeming as though he was glowing from how dazzling he looked, fresh from his valiant triumph. The royal wizard was so lost in his vision of the crown prince that the world seemed to fall away around him.

“Ooo, so the prince, huh?”

The sudden sound of a voice had the normally stoic wizard practically screeching in surprise, as he also flinched violently away from its source. Logan grasped a hold of his chest as he stared wide-eyed at Demitri, who was leaning casually against the fence as he stared towards the wizard with a smirk.

Logan composed himself as quick as he could, “I apologise. I got a little side-tracked on my way over to meet with you.”

The animal handler dropped open his mouth slightly in mock surprise, “Did you? I had no idea.”

“Yes, well…” Logan cleared his throat and stood taller, determined to make Demitri treat him with respect, “Let us walk to the stables and see if I can help you with your issue.” With that, he walked briskly in the direction of the stables without waiting for the animal handler. He wanted away from the courtyard fence before his curiosity got the better of him and he looked back towards the prince.

Demitri stayed where he was, watching the cloak billow out behind the man who was walking away from him. He shook his head lightly and threw a quick glance over his shoulder towards the confused-looking knights before following after Logan.

Ever since they’d finished the tasks, Logan had been trying his hardest to figure out the strange feelings as they had just been particularly strong, and it was getting easier to figure them out if he could truly feel them.

Then he had an idea.

The wizard held a thick tome in one hand as he wandered towards the ladder that rested against the far bookshelf. With a simple flick of his wand, he cast a spell on the ladder and caused it to move around the room towards the bookshelf he needed. Logan climbed it with the tome still open and his eyes glued to the pages, managing to get the extra one he needed without looking up once.

The recently procured book was laid open on the bookstand, while the one Logan had been holding was placed on the nearby desk surface still open at the page he was heavily focused on. The ladder magically returned to its usual resting place without so much as a command from the wizard.

Logan flicked through the pages, in search of something particular and he almost slammed the pages down once he found it. “Finally.” He breathed to himself as he read the page.

It had the instructions to a potion that Logan had translated as practice for one of the olden languages he’d learnt in the past few years. He never thought he’d ever look for it again, but here he was.

Thankfully, he had all the initial ingredients he needed for the first step. Logan, before moving over to his potion supplies that were displayed perfectly and orderly on shelves around one of his desks, tapped his wand once against the cover of the book which caused it to float just a few centimetres off the wooden post. It followed at just the perfect height for him to read as he gathered all the ingredients he needed.

Logan rolled the long sleeves of his outfit up and read the instructions three times over before beginning the potion. The first step was to combine several ingredients and let them stew for half a day in a mixture of three liquids, which gave Logan more than enough time to gather up the rest of the required components. By the rest of the instructions, Logan could tell this was going to be one of the longer potions to complete – especially if he wanted its potency to be at it’s greatest. He was going to have to be patient.

The royal wizard rarely left the walls of his tower, let alone the walls of the castle, but he really needed to take a walk into town in order to get the final few pieces of the potion he needed. After rummaging around the upper floor of his tower, he finally found his civilian clothing as well as his plain hooded cloak which he tied around his shoulders.

Walking out of the castle doors and down towards the town, Logan was not stopped by a soul. Some of the guards lingering by the gates did seem to need to give him a few glances before recognising him, which pleased Logan. He preferred being unknown when amongst the townspeople. He didn’t want any of them to know of him.

Logan walked with purpose, making his way through the crowds towards the trading area at the front of the town. He slowed as he approached and turned into a side street. Logan casually glanced at wares that littered the space around him as he passed by many reputable sellers. He was doing his best to not attract any attention his way, especially as he slipped through an alleyway that led to the backstreets.

Here, Logan flipped the hood up to conceal his face.

Behind all the usual stores and stalls lay a darker side that most townspeople avoided at all costs. Nothing that was sold back here was technically illegal, at least not until someone would reach the farthest back areas of these streets where one would find some specialised services. Logan visited these streets whenever he ran low on ingredients as these were the only places within an easy travelling distance that sold them. With his usual grace and speed, the wizard swooped through the backstreets, following a path he was very used to travelling along.

He paused just outside a building with darkened windows and door, a wooden sign hanging at an angle due to one of its chains being broken. Logan knocked a specific pattern on the battered door and waited patiently. It swung open only a moment later and he stepped within its boundaries.

The shop was dimly lit and extremely small. If someone unfamiliar to the space were to enter, they’d likely feel a sense of claustrophobia due to the tightly packed shelves that covered most of the space. There was a path that led to a counter that was at the farthest end of the store from the door, but Logan knew where he was going. He sidled between the walls of shelves, finding what he needed amongst the dust-covered jars and bottles. Everything was made of dark wood, which only added to the sinister feeling of the entire building. Logan could hear the owner skulking around in the backroom, which resided just beyond the counter. It was accompanied by the soft bubbling of liquid and the splashes of things being dropped in it, which seemed to calm Logan slightly as it was a familiar sound. After spending a good while searching for his needed ingredients, the wizard made his way to the counter and waited for the owner to appear.

A pale, shaking figure wrapped in dark, dirty swathes of fabric approached the counter. They gave off an air of intimidation and mystery, but Logan was entirely unphased. He smiled softly and dipped his head in a gentle bow, “Afternoon, Ms Sharpe.”

The woman laughed, the sound raspy and unsettling to most, “Always the gentleman, Mr Pendry.” She was smiling wide, showing off her yellowed, disfigured teeth, “You’re welcome to drop the formalities, as I always tell you.”

“Where would I be without my manners?” Logan offered to the still laughing woman.

Ms Sharpe took time to package up all the ingredients he had taken from the shelves, which he did not fault her for. She was an old woman he’d known for years now, as this was the best store in town for potion ingredients. In return for a discounted price, Logan had spoken to the royals on her behalf and had them understand her role and place in the community, which meant she was left alone by the guards. She may seem like an ugly hag and she definitely scared some of the local children with her appearance and voice, but Ms Sharpe was one of the sweetest people Logan interacted with regularly. He didn’t mind her scratchy chatting, mostly because she didn’t pry into his affairs.

Logan paid the old woman for the wares, which he carefully placed in the hidden pocket of his cloak. It may have been fine for her to still run the business, but Logan was still wary about getting his ingredients past the guards as they tended to be sceptical of anything that came from the backstreets. He stepped through the door after thanking her.

He weaved his way through dim alleyways and twisting streets, which eventually led him into the residential area of the town. Logan dropped his hood back down, leaving him looking less suspicious. It was a danger to walk the backstreets with no identity cover, as it was possible for anyone to be hiding in any of the darkened corners and dead ends. If you were not covered, it was clear if you had a weapon or not and your intentions. Logan preferred to air on the side of caution and so dressed appropriately, in order to fool them all. However, he made sure to allow his face to show elsewhere in the city, just in case anyone mistook him for one of the more unsavoury characters that dwelled within the backstreets for their entire lives.

Logan was thinking about all of this as he walked straight back to the castle. He realised he couldn’t remember when he’d started to visit Ms Sharpe or when he’d decided to dress for the places he was going, it was almost as if it were second nature. All of that was unimportant anyway, it didn’t matter when, all that mattered was that it worked.

The royal wizard was once again unimpeded as he made his way back up to his tower. After the walk, he felt his body starting to feel weary, but Logan made sure to sort his purchases out before taking a break in the upper level of his tower.

Two days passed with Logan tending to and completing his potion. He was feeling a sense of giddy, child-like excitement as his project was nearing its end. When it was sat in a simple bottle in the centre of his potion desk, Logan couldn’t help but grin at the fruits of his labour. The sun was low outside as the final step had been to simmer the potion on a gentle heat for almost the entire day.

He couldn’t be too excited just yet, however. He hadn’t tested it, so he couldn’t be sure he’d done it right, though Logan was confident as he’d followed the instructions to the letter.

All he had to do was put a small amount onto a rag and rest it on his chest, allowing some of it to seep into his skin. If Logan had done it correctly, his emotions would be a little stronger than normal and he’d be able to notice them more, notice how they fluctuated and changed with different stimuli. Finally, he’d be able to understand them better.

Logan pulled out the stopper carefully and grasped the bottle. He held the rag to the top and went to tip it over when the door to his room slammed open.

“I hate him so much, Logan.” Virgil had stormed into his room.

Out of shock, the bottle fell from Logan’s grip and smashed once it made contact with the edge of the desk. The liquid poured out all over the rag that was held against it’s opening, as well as the floor and Logan’s clothing and some of Logan himself.

“Oh… Sorry Lo, I didn’t realise you were in the middle of something…” Virgil nervously rubbed his arm, the previous anger disappearing from his voice.

“It’s fine, Virgil. It won’t take too long to clear up but be more careful in the future.” Logan turned to grab another rag that hung nearby and used it to wipe himself. “Perhaps you should introduce knocking on a door into your repertoire. Might help you out.”

“Okay, whatever.” Virgil rolled his eyes, “Can I come in?”

“I don’t know if you deserve to.” Logan retorted, “Are you going to have me make more mess? Have me somehow break something else that I will then have to spend time mending?” His tone was turning venomous and catty.

The knight captain’s face screwed up, “Uh… no?”

“Well then, I suppose it’s fine.”

Virgil cautiously entered the room, but only a little. He left the door open behind him. It was almost as if he was preparing to leave quickly.

“So, what caused you to interrupt me so suddenly?” Logan tossed the rag aside harshly, as if it had offended him.

“Are you alright? You seem… off?” Virgil asked, looking the wizard up and down, “I was going to rant to you about Dee, but I’ll let you get some sleep instead… Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning…”

“No, no. It’s fine, Virgil. Please, tell me all the things you despise about that man as if it were the first time I were hearing them.” Logan sarcastically said, clearly getting more emotional by the second.

Virgil stood silently for a moment, looking at Logan with some mix of confusion and disbelief. “Yeah, yeah… I’m gonna go… See ya, Lo.” The knight captain didn’t linger. He was out of the door within moments of him speaking.

Logan scoffed and crossed his arms tightly, “Of course, he causes me to ruin almost a week of work and then just leaves. Disgusting behaviour.” Rage was building as he cleared up the spilt potion and the bits of glass that littered the floor. Logan continued to mutter under his breath about his anger and disdain towards the knight captain, and not once did he pause to think about his emotional response. It was only once he nicked his finger with a piece of the broken glass and he screamed loudly in frustration.

The wizard clapped a hand over his mouth, effectively silencing himself. His heart started to pound as the anger morphed into fear. His hands shook and he stared at his arms, which had been coated in the potion, “What have I done…?”

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[dirtycreekwater]

Home Is Wherever You Guys Are - Chapter One

Description: Virgil, Logan, Roman, and Patton are best friends in high school. Eventually they graduate, and move into an apartment together. This is their journey.

genre: fluff/angst

word count: 1,749

ship: none

tw: brief mentions of relationship abuse, cheating, and r*pe/manipulation

a/n: send me an ask if you wanna be tagged in all future chapters!

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Virgil, a senior boy, arrived at the bus stop which was the middle school, and sat on the steps.

The crisp autumn air bit at his skin as he attempted to even out his breathing. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting his hoodie. Not only would it protect him against the harsh temperatures, but it was his security blanket. He had made it himself, and it was big, and comfortable, and uniquely his. It kept him covered. It was safe. Now he was exposed. Vulnerable. And cold. Really fucking cold. He at the very least had a hot latte so that was something, but not enough.

Jesus, Virgil thought, I prefer the cold, but this is just horrible. It might as well just start fucking snowing.

A single snowflake landed on Virgil's hand.

Are you fucking kidding me? Well great this is how I die. I can see the headlines now. Idiot Senior from Cedarwood High Freezes to Death at the Bus Stop Because he Forgot his Hoodie.

Logan, another senior boy who was also one of Virgil's best friends, approached the bus stop. He noticed Virgil's lack of a hoodie, and seemingly distressed state so he laid a gentle hand on his shoulder as he sat beside him.

"Virgil? What’s wrong?" Logan inquired.

Virgil flinched, and looked up at his taller friend.

"Uh, hey, Lo. I'm fine. Just forgot my hoodie 'cause I was in a rush." Virgil mumbled. Logan frowned, and started unzipping his backpack.

"I brought an extra hoodie with me in case it got colder. I'm sure I'll be fine though. You should take it." he said in a tone that held no room for argument. Nevertheless Virgil tried to deny his friends generous offer.

"Dude, really I'll be okay. You don't have to do that." Virgil tried. Logan shook his head, and handed Virgil the dark blue hoodie.

"I'm not letting one of my best friends freeze to death. Besides I know how uncomfortable you feel without your hoodie. Hopefully this will suffice for now." Logan said, and pulled out his book to show that the conversation was over.

Virgil smiled, and rolled his eyes fondly as he slipped the hoodie on. It engulfed him as would be expected. He was the smallest of their group of friends, but he didn't mind. In fact he liked being small, and that's exactly how he liked his hoodies. It was like a comforting hug. The fact that it smelled like Logan, cheap cologne and old books, made it all the better. Virgil felt safe.

“Dude I can’t believe I got to the bus stop before you did. You usually leave before me. What happened?” he asked.

“My.. My window wouldn’t close.” Logan replied sheepishly.

Virgil snickered, and took a sip of his coffee before responding, “Well, did you ever get it to close?”

“No..” Logan replied.

Virgil laughed again, and turned to completely face Logan.

“Well, now you have no excuses. Every morning. Every night. Our roofs. Be there or I’ll climb onto yours and through your broken window and drag you out there.” he said.

Logan rolled his eyes, and nodded in agreement. He then took a moment to remember every time he, and Virgil would sit on their respective roofs, and talk for a little while throughout their childhood; sometimes they watched the sunrise, sometimes they stargazed, and talked about the constellations. It was their own special thing. Something that made them closer.

Virgil sighed happily, and took another sip of his coffee then leaned his head against Logan's shoulder. Logan quickly brought himself back to reality to smile at his sleep deprived-stupid-best friend. Virgil looked up, and offered the cup to him.

"Let me guess. Another one of your ridiculously sugary, and unhealthy coffees to keep you awake throughout the day? Hm. Hazelnut mocha?" Logan inquired. Virgil rolled his eyes, and nodded.

"You know me too well. It's almost scary." Virgil said, and laughed.

Chuckling, Logan gratefully accepted the coffee, and took a small sip then gave it back to Virgil.

"Well, of course I do. Didn't you know I've been stalking, and studying you for years before we became friends?" Logan asked in a serious tone though Virgil knew he was joking.

"You're such an idiot." Virgil laughed, and playfully pushed Logan.

Logan smiled, but it quickly faltered as he looked around, and checked his watch.

"The bus should be here by now." Logan sighed, "Why must bus drivers be so incompetent?"

Virgil snickered, and gestured to the road where their bus was driving up.

"Patience is a virtue, my dude." he said as he stood up.

"Yes, well so is diligence. Something this particular bus driver lacks." Logan snapped back as he too stood up.

"Damn, Lo. You seem extra cold today. You okay?" Virgil asked concernedly then snickered, "And no I'm not referring to the weather, moron."

The bus pulled up, and started letting students on so Logan used that as an excuse to leave Virgil's question unanswered.

Virgil sighed, and followed Logan to the back. Logan allowed Virgil to take the window seat, as that was the arrangement they agreed on long ago, but he still found himself looking out of it.

"Come on, dude. Tell me what's wrong." Virgil insisted. Logan sighed, and tore his gaze away from the window.

"I broke up with Daniel." Logan said, and winced at the full name. He usually referred to him as his nickname Danny, but he was no longer Danny to Logan. He was a stranger. He was a random named Daniel.

Virgil tensed, and grabbed Logan's hand. On the outside he was gentle, and comforting. On the inside he was celebrating, Thank fucking god. Roman and I were so close to beating the shit out of that creep.

It took a while for Virgil to find his voice. He needed to comfort his friend, but every time he tried the words died on his tongue. What are you supposed to say? There's no script for these situations. Especially not when it involves abuse. Even if he had been in Logan's shoes at one point.

Eventually Virgil found something to say. Something to ask. A simple question that was begging, and needed to be asked.

"Why?"

Logan seemed to come back to his senses, and finally looked at Virgil.

"He's been cheating on me." he said.

Really? That's where you draw the line, Lo?

Virgil sighed, and looked away from Logan to stare out the window. He focused on the blur that was snow falling. He would have found it pretty if he didn't currently have the feeling of dread burning his insides.

"Promise me you're not gonna do what I did when my relationship ended." Virgil demanded.

Do. Still do.

"You mean let him manipulate me into getting back into bed with him multiple times so I can feel something again?" Logan whispered so the other students wouldn't hear. Virgil's heart stopped at how blunt, and cruel sounding that question was, but he’s learned not to take offense when it comes to Logan. He means no harm, and he never judges. He's just a very straightforward, no bullshit, rational thinking kind of guy.

"....Y-Yeah. That." Virgil stuttered; his breath caught in his throat.

Logan eyed Virgil carefully. His gaze landed on his neck where he could faintly see a purple coloring underneath fading foundation. His eyes trailed down to his collarbones where a more visible purple peaked out of his shirt collar.

"You really have ceased all contact with him, right?" Logan asked though he already knew the answer. Virgil immediately tensed up, and turned to meet Logan's gaze again.

"Y-Yeah, of course. I'm not an idiot." Virgil scoffed.

"Really? Then what's this?" Logan asked as he pulled Virgil's collar down to reveal the purple contusion.

Virgil immediately grabbed Logan's hand, and pushed him off.

"I got hit by a tennis ball at Roman's practice. No big deal." Virgil said; surprised at how believable that sounded, but he was talking to Logan. Logan saw through everything. Especially everything Virgil lied about no matter how true it seemed.

"You got hit multiple times then?" Logan asked as he lifted Virgil's chin up so he would understand what he was alluding to.

"Yeah, Roman's aim isn't that great." Virgil said, and shrugged.

"I see. Well then I imagine you wouldn't mind if I ask Roman about this?" Logan asked, but left no time for an answer as he immediately stood up to get off the bus when they pulled up to the school.

"Wait, no!" Virgil yelled as he scrambled out of his seat, and tried to catch up to Logan.

Once they were off the bus Virgil grabbed Logan's arm, but that didn't stop him. He just dragged Virgil along as he walked over to the spot where they usually meet their friends.

"Hey, kiddos! Uh, Virgil why are you pulling on Logan's hoodie?" Patton asked as he stood to greet his friends.

"What did Virgil do this time?" Roman asked as he sighed dramatically, and shot an amused grin in said boys direction. Virgil glared back at him as he released his grip on Logan.

Before anyone could see what Logan saw Virgil pulled the hoodie tighter around himself, and zipped it up. Roman eyed him suspiciously, and only stopped when Logan's voice grabbed his attention.

"Do you want to tell them or shall I?" Logan asked as he glanced at Virgil.

He watched as Virgil sat on the bench Patton, and Roman weren't on, and glared at the ground.

"There's nothing to tell them." Virgil mumbled.

"Really? Let's see. Roman? Was Virgil hit in the neck, and chest by tennis balls when he accompanied you at practice?" Logan asked as he studied Roman's reaction. Confusion. Yeah, he figured.

"What? No. What makes you ask that?" Roman asked as he looked between Logan, and Virgil.

Logan sighed, and started to speak, "Virgil said-" but was quickly cut off.

"Oh my god they're fucking hickies! There. Happy now?" Virgil huffed, and stood up to leave. Roman grabbed his arm, and pulled him back down.

“No, Virgil. Nobody’s happy with that information,” he said. “I mean, they’re.. they’re from.. err, he who shall not be named, correct?”

Virgil glanced at Roman before fixing his gaze on his fingers as he nervously played with them, “Yeah. Yeah, they are.” he said.

“Verge..” Roman started. Before he could continue the bell rang.

Saved by the bell, Virgil thought as he stood, and slung his backpack over his shoulder, “Never thought I’d be the one to say this, but let’s go to school.” he said.

And without another word he walked into the building leaving his concerned friends behind.

[dragonsight9]

Half Gone: Chapter 3

Notes: I love these boys

Story Masterpost

Word Count: 4,042

Summary: Joseph finally sees what his draconic family looks like as humanoids.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, Tiny amount of swearing(Lemme know if there are anymore you notice!)

          Logan was interrupted by the sound of thundering steps and suddenly Joseph was surrounded by white, red and gold and the sound of Roman gasping filled his ears. Then there was a flash of light and suddenly there was a human in his place, dressed in prince-like attire from the fairy tails in the books that Joseph read along with the maroon emblem resting on his shoulders. Romans flashy wings were transformed into a double sided red and gold cape that hung from his shoulders and his hair looked like it had definitely been washed and softened. It was very wavy and it was obvious he put a lot of attention to it along with the rest of his appearance. Atop his head sat his crown of horns, except the ruby that usually floated above them was now embedded in the forefront horn as they all stuck out from his hair. His actual dragon horns were sticking out from his hair, going up behind his head and curling towards each other slightly. He was definitely a bit taller than Joseph, who was now a little concerned with how tall Virgil and Deceit would be.

Virgil looked over at Logan, who he assumed was ready to tear Roman to pieces. “Guess you have your answer then.”

“Oh my goodness! Joseph! Your outfit! It’s absolutely stunning!” Romans excited yelling was so loud Joseph was sure that he would probably go deaf after a prolonged exposure.

“Well, Patton was the one who made it for me, so technically all credit should go to him.” Joseph scratched the back of his head and started to stand, using the hand that Roman offered him as leverage. “He’s technically the one responsible for it.”

“Oh that’s complete nonsense Joseph, Pattons magic only does so much when making outfits, such is the same with ours.” Josephs confused face probably hinted to Roman that he had no idea what he was talking about and he turned to Virgil. “You didn’t tell him? Oh Virgil, come you should have!”

Virgil grumbled, “Well I wanted him to hear it from you because I knew you would get this excited about it, plus, I felt that he would need a confidence boost before we head inside a crowded area he’s never been to before. If I were to have told him earlier he would have felt no different than he does now.”

Roman nods, “Alright yes, I see the logic in that. Anyways!” He turns back to Joseph, who was getting more and more confused as time continued to pass. “Our magic bases its creation on something the person has already created in their mind and adds a bit of their personality into it, or if they never pictured something they would love to wear, it bases the creation on their entire personality.” He spins around and strikes a pose, his left hand in the air in front of his face with his right hand on his waist to show off his outfit. “Like mine!”

“For the last time Roman,” Logan spoke up, “we have no clue if you are actual royalty amongst dragons.”

Roman twisted his body to give Logan a smug look, “Well obviously my magic seems to think so.”

“That’s because magic also bases it’s creations on beliefs.”

“But it happened when I was younger too! And I had no idea what a prince was at that young age!”

“Falsehood.”

“Just let him have his fun Logan.” whispered Patton who, at this point, had moved to sit down next to the slightly larger water dragon who seemed to be getting increasingly irritated.

Roman then turned back to Joseph who was slowly realizing what he was saying. “As I was saying, technically Joseph, this whole outfit, is entirely you.” He places his hands on Josephs shoulders, “and let me tell you dearest brother, it absolutely suits you.” His eyes flick to the emblem on his pocket and he tilts his head slightly, but not enough to be noticed by anyone but Joseph, who was currently busy losing his mind over this information.

His face was slowly turning a bright red and he tried to cover it up using his hands, he was completely embarrassed. Then, a bright blue light flashed to his right before he was engulfed in a hug and he tried his best to hide his face in the light blue fabric. He mumbled a small ‘thank you’ to Patton and the blush crawled up to his ears. “You’re welcome kiddo.” Patton then rested kissed the top of Joseph's head before resting his chin in the same place, keeping him wrapped tightly in his arms. Patton looked absolutely elated to have this specific human hugging his human form.

In his human form, Patton's hair was extremely fluffy and really curly, it made you kind of want to pet him. He retained his extremely sharp claws on his hands and feet so he usually didn’t wear gloves or shoes and tried to avoid bear hugs. However, when he wanted to wear something on his feet he would always be found wearing sandals. He also retained smaller versions of his branch-like horns that were in the middle of growing small leaves that poked out from his fluffy hair. He also had a large quantity of freckles that were spread across his cheeks and nose, and if you looked close enough you could see that he had them on his forearms as well. Resting on his nose was a pair of round glasses as well. Technically, he didn’t need to wear them during the day because he could see perfectly fine, but since he’s a Sun and Light dragon he has terrible night vision and Logan enchanted them to help him see in the dark. He just prefers to wear them all the time because he likes the familiar, constant weight on his nose. He was slightly taller than Joseph but he was just as built, Joseph knew that just hugging him but he could tell that Patton was very good at hiding it.

He let go of Joseph reluctantly when they heard Logan clear his throat from behind Roman, who was standing behind Joseph, silently gushing at how adorable the whole ordeal was. 

Joseph did his best to calm his beating heart and remove the blush of embarrassment(unsuccessfully but no one pointed it out) before turning to meet Logans eyes. Logans hair was slicked back to reveal a small scar above his right eye. He was dressed in a dark blue button up tail-coat with black pants. He also had freckles like Pattons but they were harder to see. His eyes were a dark brown and if you looked hard enough you could see his dragon-like pupils and you’d almost miss it if you saw him smile or talk excitedly but some of his teeth were sharper than the rest, much like fangs, but shorter.

Logan stood with a straight posture and his shoulders back, tilting his head down slightly as he observed what Joseph was wearing before nodding. “It’s nice to know we have similar taste in color choice Joseph.”

“Oh, uh.” Joseph was caught off guard and had no idea what to say, and his eyes flicked to Virgil for help. Is he.. Is he complimenting me? He then folded his hands behind his back and lowered his head slightly before smiling up at Logan. “Well, I mean, they’re not bad colors, however, it does look like you prefer black with the blue, I prefer white.”

Logan nodded “It does make sense, not only with your preference but you are also empathetic and insightful, much like Patton, it only makes sense you’d wear mostly white.”

Joseph opened his mouth to speak up about something else before Logan held up his hand, silencing him. “I am aware that you are also wearing black, and that is because you are vigilant and highly intelligent, much like Virgil and I. The gold threading depicting falling stars is to symbolize how creative and adventurous you can be in stressful situations, like Roman and Deceit. The reason for all of these colors, is because we’ve had the biggest influence on you your whole life, and it tells us just how much you see us as your brothers, and we are very grateful that you have accepted us.” He paused to let that sink in for Joseph, as well as some of the others, knowing that they didn’t know about what their magic did as well as Logan. He then leaned closer to take a look at the emblem over Joseph's pocket and studied it for a moment, thinking very deeply. “As for the emblem however, it is most likely a symbol of the kingdom you grew up in, but I can not verify anything.” He then stood up straight again and looked back at Virgil in curiosity, the others expression revealing nothing. It looked like Logan had some questions to ask him later.

As Joseph stood in awe at the explanation, something suddenly seemed to click in his head and his expression turned from awe to shock.“Wait! You guys are showing me your human forms?!”

Logan turned to look at the shorter human in slight confusion, “Yes? I believe I said that shortly after Emile had gotten off of you, had you not been listening?”

Joseph jumped, excitement suddenly overflowing his mind and he looked around at Roman, Patton and Logan before looking over at Virgil. “I get to see what you look like now?” Virgil nodded wordlessly with a huge dragon-like smirk on his face and Joseph yelled, “Finally! Hell yes! I’ve been waiting for this moment for forever!”

In the middle of his cheer his hair was ruffled from behind by Roman and he laughed, batting away the hand. “I’m offended! Weren’t you looking forward to seeing your knight in shining armor? I mean, I’m pretty fabulous too.” 

Joseph turned to Roman and smirked. “Are you sure about that? I have yet to see any proof.” He saw Patton out of the corner of his eye cover his mouth to stifle a giggle and when Roman lifted his hand to his mouth and gasped in offense he couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. Especially when he heard Virgil softly start to snicker from behind him.

Before Roman could retort or respond, Logan spoke up to respond to Joseph. “You can’t say much yourself if you truly believed that we would all go the ceremony as fairly large dragons. The castle may have been rebuilt to accommodate our size in case of an emergency but I don’t think anyone would appreciate us taking up all the space during the celebration.”

It was his turn to gasp and Roman and Patton broke out into laughter. “That’s not my fault! I just- I just hadn’t thought about it!” He crossed his arms and glared at Logan, who was looking smug. Then before he could move away from the group he felt a weight fall across his shoulder and nearly fell over. He looked to his left to meet the persons gaze and mirrored the persons grin already knowing exactly who this was, even if he barely saw his face.

“Does this mean you’re not excited to see me either?” Deceit said smoothly, revealing his snake-like fangs in place of his canines.

“Nah, I’m never excited to see you, absolutely horrified actually, that you’re even touching me.” Joseph's grin turned into a smile when he noticed Deceits eyes light up with excitement and glinted with mischievous light.

“What a pity~” He ruffled Josephs hair, much like Roman had and slung his black and yellow cloak behind him with his arms to wrap Joseph in a hug. “It’s good to see you again Joseph. I am sorry I can’t see you as often as either of us would like.”

Joseph returned the hug, “You don’t have to apologize, I know how busy you are, basically being the island jailor.” He paused to take in Deceits form as he was let go.

The left side of Deceits face was covered in scales, his mouth extended to his cheekbone and drawn back to his ear, similarly to the scar in his dragon form. His left eye was yellow and it’s snake-like pupil was a pitch black that stood out against the bright color. His smile revealed snake-like fangs that sat on both sides of his mouth along with smaller, sharper teeth resting on either side of them. His hair was wavy like Romans, but he had it moved over to the side where it covered his left eye slightly. He had the large cobra wrapped around his torso and left arm and the python was curled up at his feet.

“Plus, I can imagine Remy likes to get himself into a lot of trouble.” He poked the nose of the black cobra as it stuck its head out from the hood of Deceits black cloak it had been resting in and it flinched back. It’s always hard to gauge what emotion the snake is feeling most of the time but Joseph imagined he was pretty annoyed.

Deceit chuckled, “Oh, you have no idea, he always gets adventurous and ends up getting lost quite a lot. It doesn’t help that he has almost no sense of time and never seems to sleep.” He then kneels down and picks up Emile with ease. “Emile however, knows how to calm him down and will follow Remy if he gets too far from the cave to make sure he doesn’t get lost.” He pauses and looks at Joseph. “Actually, you seem kind of tense, would you be alright with Emile being wrapped around you? He’s fairly good at relieving anxieties.” He then nods to Virgil, “You can ask Virgil, he knows from personal experience.”

“Really?” Joseph looked over at the gigantic dragon and then looked back at Deceit.

“Yea, we had to have someone with him before you were born.” Deceits eyes glinted as he spoke, probably alluding to the fact that Virgil rarely sleeps well without someone to cuddle with, and Joseph chuckled.

“Well, I guess, but he is a pretty large snake and almost twice my weight, how is this going to work?”

Deceit rolled his eyes and Joseph noticed that Roman, Logan and Patton had started talking amongst themselves and Virgil was- “Joseph, you’re a blacksmith,” Deceits voice distracted him from whatever he had been thinking of. “I’m sure you’ve lifted and carried heavier. You’re strong enough to hold him, and don’t bring up that little moment before, he just caught you off guard by dropping on you.” He then lifted Emile and set him carefully Joseph's shoulders, letting his lower body start wrapping around his torso for grip and draping the rest of his body around his shoulders. “See? Not that hard, he mostly supports his own body weight for you.”

“Yea, I guess I can kind of ignore it after a little while. He is lighter than earlier too.”

“That was me, I used a small spell to lessen his weight for a while until he’s comfortable enough to move onto someone else.”

“Oh, that’s cool, damn I’ve gotta learn magic, it’s so useful.”

“Indeed, and don’t worry about magic yet, we’ll teach you at a later date.”

Joseph smiled and lifted his hand to pet the snake that was wrapped around him loosely and noticed that some of his scales were a light pink or blue and tried looking over them a little bit before suddenly being lifted into the air by a pair of strong arms wrapped carefully around his body. 

He yelped in surprise and tried to turn to see who was picking him up. He heard everyone start giggling, even Logan chuckled, from below him and glared at the ones he could see. Then he was spinning, the world blending together in color and form and he was forced to close his eyes so he didn’t get sick. After he had closed his eyes he was placed back on the ground and he felt clawed hands cover up his eyes. 

He probably would have been absolutely terrified if not for the constant snickering and giggling from the rest of his brothers. Then he heard a slightly different but still familiar voice speak from behind him. “Guess who.”

“Hang on a minute- I need to keep myself from throwing up.” He took a deep breath and steadied his feet, grabbing onto the arms of the person behind him. Since he couldn’t see this was the best thing he could do to ground himself and stop his head from spinning. Once he didn’t feel like he was spinning anymore and his disorientation disappeared, he tightened his grip on the persons arms and crouched down, pulling on their arms over his head. He was delighted to hear Roman and Deceit start cackling with laughter, a little worried to hear Patton gasp and an exasperated sigh from Logan, he must be getting impatient. The most satisfying sound he heard however, was a surprised yell from the person he had managed to launch over his shoulder and once he heard them hit the ground in front of him he opened his eyes, and grinned. “Hiya Virgil.”

“It’s nice to see you too Joseph,” Virgil gasped for the breath that had left him when he had hit the ground, “Geez, you’re strong, where did you learn how to do that?”

“Some of the guards in the village taught me how to do it.”His eyes glanced around to the other dragons surrounding him before looking back down at the dragon. “By the way, you look absolutely awesome.” he said as he observed his brother.

“I’m pretty sure you meant terrifying.” Virgil smirks and shows off his sharp fangs and how they interlocked and Joseph felt sorry for whoever got caught in that bite.

Virgil's markings that usually resided under and around his eyes in his dragon form were only sitting beneath his eyes and were way more detailed. You could see the black lightning bolts that formed the black cloud that resided under his eyes. His smirk revealed that he only had his unusually sharp teeth from his dragon, rather than semi-human ones like the rest of the dragon brothers. His eyes were a deep purple with dragon-like pupils sitting in the middle and there were black scales that peaked out from behind his pointed ears.

“That works just as well.” Joseph then reached out a hand to the dragon and when their hands interlocked Joseph noticed that Virgils hands were covered in black and purple scales and his claws were a dark grey and as he helped Virgil up he noticed that his feet were similar to Pattons, but instead of the bright blue scales that covered Pattons, they were black and his claws were a dark grey, similar to the colors on Virgil's hands.

 Then, with all of his brothers standing all around him, he took notice of the clothing they were wearing.

Patton was wearing a simple sky blue vest with a little white heart hovering on the left side. Beneath the vest was a white undershirt that looked slightly big on him, puffing out in the open spaces on his vest. It also looked like he was wearing grey pants, but Joseph couldn’t really tell completely in the morning light.

Roman was wearing prince-like attire, his pure white coat with golden thread going through it would be hard to miss. His coat was buttoned up with buttons of the same color as the flashy golden thread. Pulled over his shoulders was a double sided cape, the outer color a bright red and the inside a shimmering golden color that actually kind of hurt to look at. Joseph instantly knew that those were just his wings in disguise, but he didn’t want to point out the fact that Roman had a higher chance of blinding someone with the cape in his human form than his wings did in his dragon form, he’d never get over it. Then, on his shoulders was a maroon and golden patch in the shape of a shield with intricate designs sewn through it. This was the crest he had, undoubtedly, claimed as his own as soon as he saw it the first time he dressed up like this.

Logan wasn’t wearing anything as intricate, he wore a simple deep, dark navy blue vest with silver and grey threading to outline the seams with a little brain symbol on one of his breast-pockets. Below the vest Joseph could see a black dress shirt collar pulled up over the vest. a lighter blue tie tucked back underneath it. With his black slacks, the only thing Logan was missing to complete the entire professional look was glasses. Plus, out of all the dragons, he was probably the most human looking of them all.

Deceits outfit was something similar to Logans. He wore a black tight fitted tailcoat with a split tail, and instead of silver and grey, his coat was outlined with bright yellow thread. His coat wasn’t completely buttoned up all the way and it was pulled open slightly to reveal a yellow undershirt that was slightly darker than the bright yellow that combined with his black coat. Wrapped completely around Deceits coat was the design of a yellow snake that started off pulled back over his left shoulder and wrapped once around his lower chest and once over his stomach before ending at a curve at his waist.

Then finally, there was Virgil. He was wearing a black string and button-up coat. It could technically be in the category of tailcoats, only this one was rotated to the left with the tail of the coat falling behind his right leg. The buttons were also rotated, only barely visible underneath the hooded cape he had pinned together below his right collarbone. His left arm was completely hidden underneath it, but the cape was pulled over his right shoulder to completely reveal his right arm. It was held up and pulled back by a metal piece of armor that nearly covered the entirety of his upper arm and peaked over his shoulder. Underneath the metal piece, Joseph could see that his sleeve was cut short and replaced by arm bandage-like pattern right where the metal piece ended and his elbow bent before returning to the original black sleeve. Connected to that sleeve was arm metal piece that wrapped completely around his wrist and covered half his forearm and extended to cover half of his hand. Then on the right side of the buttons was an entire storm displayed, the dark purple storm cloud floating above the black expanse that was split by the expertly done lightning bolts stitched around it at an angle and disappeared around his right side.

“Jeez, I feel slightly intimidated looking at what you guys are wearing versus what I’m wearing.” Joseph looked down at his blue, black, white and gold outfit, he even traced the stars with his eyes.

Virgil straightened out his jacket and grinned, “Just drawing the attention away from you.”

“And to make sure that others know that you are under our protection if they think of trying anything.”

Roman flares out his cape and smiles, “Virgil and Logan have made great points! In fact, the attention should be on me completely! And! If anyone tries to do anything to you or the others, they’ll have to deal with me!” He strides over to Joseph and wraps an arm around his shoulders as both Virgil and Logan roll their eyes, turning his and Josephs attention to the large front gates. “Ready for a tour of our beloved capital?”

Suddenly, all Josephs nervousness went away and he felt much more comfortable. He took a deep breath and smirked, “Hell yeah I’m ready.” Now he was beyond ecstatic, not caring about how anxious he was beforehand. Now that he had his brothers with him, he felt safe and protected. He felt like he didn’t need to worry anymore, after all, nothing could go wrong with his brothers at his side.

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