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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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“Marry me.” Moceit or intruality (whichever you want)

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Word Count: 996

Notes: Self-doubt, insecure thoughts

Remus was never scared. Why should he be? He was the one who inflicted fear to others, whether on purpose or not. He was the one always in control. He was chaotic, spontaneous- he never planned ahead.

That is, until he met the first person who he wanted to protect from everything, including himself. The one who captured his ugly heart. Patton was the opposite of everything Remus represented. He was fun, he was personable, likable. He was so beautiful. He saw life through rose-colored glasses. Well, figuratively.

Remus fidgeted with his green light up fidget spinner. He felt the small box in his pocket was a weight. Not pulling him down, God no, Patton was never pulling him down. That was everyone else. Everyone else thought of him as lesser than. Rough, horrid, ugly- he learned in early childhood to embrace the image in order to never be hurt. Can’t be disappointed if everything about you is horribly unpleasant

Then he met Patton. God, Patton, he lifted Remus up on a pedestal that hurt at first. Patton had infinite patience. Remus used to lash out. He’d accuse, he’d scream, he’d resist-yet Patton pushed through. Patton put aside his discomfort. He stayed up with Remus every night. He withstood Remus’ ugly nature. He found the monster that Remus thought of himself as, endearing.

The best part, the part that Remus loved most? Patton never expected a change. He never wanted Remus to be normal. Never asked Remus to tone it down. He only wanted to soothe the pain of rejection that stabbed at Remus’ heart at two in the morning. He looked at Remus as if he were the moon. That adoration is what drove Remus to the decision to propose.

He got to the park where he had planned to meet up with his boyfriend.He started setting up what he needed. The setting needed to be better than what Patton ever dreamed of. Remus had planned ahead. Nothing could go wrong.

He was done setting up when he saw Patton making his way up the path. His brunet hair shined in the light of the setting sun. He looked so beautiful; his face was painted with orange and pink hues, accenting his freckles the best. His shoulders were adorned with the cat hoodie he had been wearing when they first met. His crooked smile reflected to Remus what he could never be-beautiful.

Patton set the picnic basket he had in his arms down gentle before jumping into Remus’ arms. He peppered kisses all over Remus’ face, causing them both to laugh. Remus held onto the shorter man after they calmed down. Patton giggled, then must have sensed that Remus was off.

“Mus? What’s wrong, my love?” Patton asked, pulling away with concern.

Remus laughed, a nervous edge bordering on hysteria lacing his voice. “Nothing, Sugar! I just feel extra happy to see you.”

“Oh, I’m happy to see you too,” Patton sighed in relief. “Wanna sit? I haven’t eaten in a bit.”

Patton sat down, then looked up at Remus in bewilderment. “You gonna sit and eat?”

“Yes, I just need to do something first.”

Patton tilted his head, still smiling but confusion decorated all over his face. He was so adorable. Remus smiled back, a surge of confidence in his body. He could do this.

He didn’t want to waste time with fancy words. He had the rest of their lives to do so. With no more hesitation, he pulled the ring box out of his pocket, and knelt on his knee. Patton’s eyes instantly welled with tears as he cupped his hand over his mouth to cover a gasp of shock.

“Marry me.” Remus requested, simple. All of the chaos in his mind and body cleared enough to know for certain this is what he wanted.

Patton sat there, crying into his hand. It wasn’t a no. It couldn’t be.

“…Say something, please.” Remus felt blood roaring into his head. He couldn’t have messed this up. Everything else could be destroyed at his hands except his relationship with Patton.

Doubt succeeded in clouding his vision. Or were those tears? Most likely, both, and he slowly set the box down. He was about to curl into himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He looked up, and teary eyes met teary eyes, then smiling lips met surprised lips. They embraced, and Remus felt the weight of doubt start to climb off of his chest.

“Of course,” Patton sniffled with a watery smile, “Of course I will. Why wouldn’t I? You are so perfect to me, Remus.”

Remus felt secure in that opinion. Patton was the only direction he was sure of, he needed to know if the other man felt the same.

“Are you sure?” he let his voice drip with vulnerability.

Patton picked up the ring box, opened it, and smiled. It was a gold ring, and instead of a diamond there was an emerald encrusted octopus.

“It’s perfect,” Patton whispered in reverence as he put it on. “Just like you.”

Smiled, happy that the one he chose was the right one. “I love you. I’d be lost without you.”

Patton smiled brightly, holding his hand out to see the ring glitter in the sunset. The warm summer breeze just accentuated the perfection of the moment. Patton leaned into Remus’ chest. Remus automatically started stroking his fiance’s hair.

“I just realized something,” Remus remarked, “This is the only good thing I’ve done that hasn’t involved fake blood, dick jokes, trash, or a rat army.”

Patton snorted, sat up, and crawled over to the picnic basket. He gave Remus his egg salad sandwich, and held his own cheese and bologna up. “I propose a toast, to the first day of Remus finally being tied down!”

Remus mock-toasted, smiling at the pun. They watched the sun set, content in each other’s space. Remus felt, for the first time in his life, stable.

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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Can you do either 7 or 49 with logince? Ily

49. “Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

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Tw: blood, injury. More under the cut

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“Is that blood?” Logan asked Roman, who was gripping his shoulder and wincing. There was a small bit of a dark liquid slowly spreading through the white fabric of his shirt.

“No?” Roman responded, looking at his shoulder. He seemed confused at the sight of the stained fabric.

Logan rolled his eyes, pulling his first aid kit out of his bag. “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question,” he muttered as he inspected the wound.

Roman just chuckled. “Yeah, I supposed you’re right.”

Logan removed Roman’s hand, causing Roman to hiss in pain. There was a gash about three inches long, luckily it wasn’t too deep. Logan put on some hand sanitizer and gently pressed his fingers around the wound.

“Dammit! That burns, Logan!” Roman exclaimed in pain, “Why did you put hand sanitizer on?”

Logan paused his prodding to face Roman. “You don’t want this to get infected. I’m only doing this as properly as I can,” he put his hand over the gash, which was starting to bleed less. “You’re lucky this is not a deep wound. I can fix this up without stitches. However I will need you to remove your shirt so I can properly clean it.”

Roman looked away, blushing. “No, I don’t want to.”

Logan raised a brow, annoyed but also curious about the redhead’s reaction. “No? Why not?”

Roman shrugged, then whimpered at the movement.

Logan rolled his eyes again, “It’s nothing to be modest about. If you had gone to a doctor they’d have you do the same.”

Roman looked down, biting his lip. “It’s not the same. They’re not…you.”

“What? I don’t understand.” Logan started to grow some concern. The longer they prolonged dressing the wound, the greater the chance for infection.

Roman laughed dryly. “Seriously, how can you be so smart yet so dumb?” He looked Logan in the eyes, an embarrassed smile on his face. “It’s pretty embarrassing for my crush to ask me to remove my shirt.”

Logan gulped, eyes wide. “I-” he felt his own blush rise in his cheeks as he looked back at the wound to keep his focus. “Can we focus on preventing an infection first, please?” Was he imagining the squeak in his voice?

Roman shifted. “Fine, Dr. Logan.” They refused to look at each other, both of them flustered.

Logan tried to be gentle in removing the shirt, and also tired not to stare at Roman’s pecs. He would have had no problem if Roman hadn’t said anything. He tried to focus intently on rubbing the crusted blood off of the surrounding skin first, working his way into the gash.Then, he grabbed a bit of cotton gauze to pat it dry. He knit his eyebrows together as he tried to find the antibiotic cream in his kit. After he found it, he barely glanced at his friend as he rubbed the ointment over the wound. It had looked fine, but a few days they’d know for sure.

He finished taping the large bandage to Roman’s shoulder, purposefully ignoring the pressure of what he knew was Roman’s stare.

“Thank you, Specs,” Roman spoke sincerely. Logan finally developed the courage to look at Roman’s face.

Roman was sweaty. His cheeks were flushed with red from blushing. His ginger hair was sticking to his forehead. Logan felt himself reach out to push his friend’s hair back. Then he noticed that since leaning in, he was close to Roman. Roman was smirking.

“So…” Logan trailed off, not backing away. “Crush?”

Roman laughed. “Yeah. I’ve been flirting with you for about a year now, I’m a bit surprised you never noticed.”

Logan gulped. “Yeah,” was all he could think to respond.

Roman looked up through his lashes. “Flustered?”

Logan just nodded. He felt himself getting a bit warm. Roman shifted to sit up properly. Their chests were barely touching. Logan felt very aware of the tension between them.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked Roman, embarrassed. “As- as payment?” He closed his eyes in shame. That was not the best way to ask for a first kiss.

He kept his eyes closed as Roman laughed. Next thing he knew, however, there were lips on his. Roman was kissing him. Roman was kissing him. Roman was kissing him. What was he supposed to do?

Roman pulled away, and Logan opened his eyes slowly. Roman looked concerned. “Was that okay?”

His eyes opened wide as he tried to recover the situation, “Yes! Yes it was. I’m sorry, I’m too flustered for some reason.” He didn’t know how to express the kiss was good.

So he leaned in and kissed Roman. And Roman kissed him back.

The moment ended when Logan accidentally touched Roman’s injured shoulder. They pulled away, Roman recovering quickly from the pain and laughing. Logan felt a laugh building up within him too.

Logan helped Roman stand up, and drove him home. Roman kissed him on the cheek before exiting the car. Logan paused to watch Roman get inside safely before driving off, a smile on his face and a leftover tingle on his lips.

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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“You’re jealous.” Moceit, with Deceit being the jealous one, please. No angst please

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Word Count: 926

Notes: This was a bit of a challenge, but I hope you like the outcome! Rest is under the cut

“You’re jealous,” Patton accused, a smug grin on his face.

Deceit blushed, which posed an interesting shade of yellow on the scaled side of his face. He crossed his arms defensively, looking away from the cheeky grin on his friend’s face.

He was a Dark Side. He didn’t really want one of the fresh baked goods Patton passed out to everyone. He also definitely didn’t want to be the one that got got a cookie first, while it was still warm. He wasn’t jealous, just perturbed he got to the cookie platter last. He knew it wasn’t personal, honestly, deep down, where no one could see-but he felt mildly upset.

“No, I’m not,” he lied.

Patton tentatively put his hand out near Deceit’s human half of his face, waiting for confirmation the touch was okay. When the snake looked up at him through his eyelashes and nodded, Patton grinned and stroked the smooth cheekbones of his friend.

“I didn’t mean to try to leave you out, I’m sorry.” Patton’s eyes glowed with sincerity.

Deceit used to despise that honest, that caring, gleam in the brown eyes behind the glasses frame. He never understood why Patton was so open about his love for others. What if he got hurt?

“It’s totally whatever, I know it’s just a cookie,” Deceit muttered.

“I can tell it’s something bigger to you, Deceit,” Patton told him seriously, “You put emphasis on certain words when you’re upset, or lying, and especially when it’s both.”

Deceit blushed harder, and moved his face away from Patton. He hadn’t expected the often oblivious side to notice the little details. He jutted his lip out a tiny bit, pouting at being caught in the lie. So what if he did care? The cookie was still delicious, it was just cool by the time he got there.

Patton clapped his hands together. “I have an idea! Let me make it up to you?”

Deceit rolled his eyes, “How?”

“I’ll bake a new batch, and it’ll be all yours!” Patton was bouncing excitedly, he wanted so badly to make Deceit feel better.

Deceit eyed Patton suspiciously. He could tell the offer was genuine, which was surprising. “Why?”

Patton blushed, “Well, cause I want you to feel accepted here. I know we butt heads but…” those bright brown eyes looked straight through Deceit’s facade, “I still love you.”

Deceit’s face stayed blank. He, for two whole moments, did not know how to respond. Love? Love was only a chemical reaction. It was not something to blow butterflies in his stomach. It wasn’t something that occupied his every thought when referencing the loving side. It definitely didn’t melt him inside when he looked into those puppy-like brown eyes.

“Fine, I guess, if you really want to.” He still was in a bit of shock.

“Of course!” Patton laughed, “Anything for you.”

Patton leaned in to kiss Deceit on the cheek excitedly, but stopped when he realized he was in the side’s personal space without permission. He pulled away with red painted all over his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get in your space. Just got a bit excited.”

“No, it’s okay,” Deceit admitted, “You can, if you want.”

What was this awkward tension, and what was the sudden need to know the feeling of a kiss on his cheek? He stayed still, unsure of how to act when Patton leaned in slowly. Was he being given an opportunity to back out? Why would he?

Soft lips pressed tentatively against the blushing scales on the side of his face. The warmth was pleasant. It was way more fulfilling than a freshly baked cookie. The heat stayed for moments after Patton pulled away. There was a small smile on Patton’s face, a feeling that Deceit couldn’t identify filled in his chest.

Patton was happy that Deceit was warming up to him. He knew it was hard, especially since he and the other Light Sides weren’t quite so accepting for a long time. He turned around to go get started when he felt a gloved hand grasp his wrist gently.

“Wait,” Deceit pleaded.

Patton turned to look at the still blushing side. He smiled in wonder at how the scales glowed above the blush.

“What else do you need?” he asked.

“I um, I don’t need it,” Deceit corrected, though his eyes told a different story. “But that kiss was…Nice.” He admitted, honestly.

Patton gasped. “Well, let me know anytime you need one, I have lots of love to give.”

“I don’t need another one,” he lied, again.

Patton leaned forward, as tenderly as he had before, “You know you can just ask, I won’t mind.”

Deceit rolled his eyes, secretly glad Patton understood him this way. “Sure,” he drew out the word, “May I have another kiss, please?”

Patton grinned and leaned in to kiss against the human side of the other side’s face, but made a high pitched noise of pleasant surprise when Deceit turned at the last second to kiss his lips instead.

It was nice, Deceit decided, to know how being genuine had it’s benefits. They pulled apart after a moment. Patton’s excited smile a good companion to Deceit’s embarrassed one.

They stood like that, for moments, silently trying to figure out what was happening between them. After a moment, Deceit smirked and said, “I still haven’t forgotten about those cookies.”

Patton giggled, glad Deceit was okay. “Of course, I’ll get right on it. Wanna help?”

“No,” Deceit answered as he followed the excited side to the kitchen.

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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Meet Me at Stenvold’s

Word Count: 2020

Warnings: (Deceit’s name in this is Derrin), trouble breathing, feelings of anxiety, ask me if I missed anything

I was walking down a cobblestone street at night. It was raining, but I couldn’t feel the wetness on my skin. I felt the cold, though. I felt the shivering as I stumbled towards the small building ahead of me labeled as an Inn. I willed my knees to keep going forward. My feet felt as if they had been walking for miles. For all I knew, maybe they had.

I made my way into the Inn, with various smells filling my nose. Cooking meat, beer, sweat, hay, and other mixtures of delicious and deplorable. It wasn’t too crowded, thank heavens, so I went to sit at one of the tables in the corner by the fireplace. I took my gloves off to hold my hands closer to the orange flames. It was as if the warmth was spreading up my bones. I sighed in relief, glancing behind me to take in my surroundings.

I didn’t get very far in my observation before one of the staff came up to greet me. He was a tall, lanky lad with a tan so deep I may have believed he was from one of the southern countries, like Spain or Portugal. He had eyes so dark they resembled pieces of charcoal in the dim lighting of the room, pairing excellently with the warmth of the fire. He had pink lips that gave a different meaning to the word ‘soft’. His hair was unruly, naturally a result of handling the many duties of an Innkeeper. He was wearing a simple outfit, brown shirt with a buckle and black pants. However he made a simple lower class outfit seem like something the King would wear. I felt an unfamiliar feeling well up in my chest. I heard what could only be the tantalizing whispers of Aphrodite plaguing my thoughts.

I took my hands from the fire to turn and face him better. He held a pad of paper in his hands with a pencil. “Welcome to the Stenvold Inn, sir. We have a few rooms available to rent, and fresh meals for purchase. Would you like to order anything?”

My mouth went dry with words. I opened my mouth to reply, “Yes, I would like-”

Roman awoke with a start to his alarm, nearly falling out of bed as he rolled over. His heart was pounding, his mouth was dry, and he reeked of the sweat drenching his skin. He took a moment to steady himself and his breathing. He realized that his dream was more than a dream, it was a memory of a past he had been searching for clues in.

He felt the details slipping away, so he reached for his memory journal on his nightstand to scribble down messy notes in his uncoordinated, messy scrawl. Something was better than nothing when trying to remember a past life. He wrote what little he recalled until his fingers hurt and his memory dried up. He stared at the page, wondering why it was so blurry until he picked his glasses up from his nightstand. They did not make the writing any clearer.

He sighed, hoping that maybe later he could decipher the memory. Definitely at least after having some morning tea. He willed himself to leave his warm bed to get ready for the day. He looked into his closet, humming as he tried to decide what to wear. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt that today was important. It was like the air around him was thick with anticipation. Could his dreamt memory be a sign?

He shook his head to rid himself of that train of thought as he grabbed a red shirt and dressed hurriedly. He was losing time and he wanted to savor his morning tea.

He entered the kitchen to see his roommate frying up some eggs on the stove.

“Good morning, roomie. Sleep well?” Patton asked.

Roman let out a yawn and stretched. .”Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Ooo, what does that mean?” Patton looked over his shoulder toward his friend with a curiously raised eyebrow.

Roman shrugged as he opened the cupboard to reach for a packet of his Green Tea with Lemon blend. He wasn’t very open about his memories of past lives. He felt it was a private part of his soul-one of the few secrets he could keep between him and whoever his soulmate was.

“Nothing, Pat, just still a bit groggy,” he told the man handing him a plate of fried eggs on toast.

Patton nodded, understanding. He didn’t push the subject, instead choosing to change topics, “Logan wants to check out the new bookstore over by the campus. Wanna join us?”

Roman thought about what he wanted to answer with as he chewed his food. “I have three classes today, and midterms are a few weeks away. Plus the CAP Club meeting was pushed to Thursday, and I want to finish my project before everyone else.”

“Come on, Roman, you haven’t been out with us in forever,” Patton dragged out the final syllable in a whine. “It’ll be fun to have a change of pace, you know? Plus I miss hanging out with you outside the house.”

Roman leaned his head back and let out a dramatic sigh. “Well I guess I have to give in to the pressure.”

“Yay!” Patton cheered as Roman finished up his breakfast.

“Thanks for the meal, Padre, but I gotta go. See you after classes.”

“Bye, Roman! See you later,” Patton waved goodbye.

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Roman felt himself being more antsy as he went through the day. He felt like he couldn’t stop vibrating as he met up with Logan and Patton outside their usual coffeeshop. They walked down the block and it took everything he had not to start skipping. He ignored Patton’s puns and Logan’s rambling. He felt a jolt of deja vu as they came up to the sign outside the shop.

Stenvold’s Books

Roman remembered a portion of his journal entry, and he swore he heard the ***‘Welcome to Stenvold Inn’ ***ringing through his ears. He rushed ahead of his friends and paused to look around the store from the entrance. He started to remember old feelings. Warmth, wet skin despite the dry room, curiosity. He ignored Patton’s calls as he roamed up and down the aisles looking for…

Who was he looking for?

He paused, letting Patton catch up with Logan close behind, somewhat out of breath. Patton placed a hand on his shoulder and asked, “Hey, Roman, whatcha roamin’ around for?”

“Now doesn’t seem to be the time for puns, Patton,” Logan gasped out. Patton abandoned Roman to reach in his bag for Logan’s inhaler.

Roman looked back at his friends, concern was decorating his face for Logan’s well being. “I’m sorry, Logan, are you okay?”

Logan held up a finger as he took in a puff of his ProAir. Roman nodded and watched the adoration on Patton’s face. Patton and Logan had such a great bond. They had met just a year before. Roman remembered Patton dragging the nerd into their living room one day shouting from the top of his lungs “I FOUND MY SOULMATE AND HE’S CUTE!”

As Logan’s lungs cleared, Roman felt his fill. His chest felt like an elephant was sitting on top of him. He grabbed at his heart, he looked at his friends in alarm, “I’m drowning,” he choked out.

“In what, your ego?” Logan asked sarcastically. Patton slapped his arm softly in admonishment before coming up to Roman.

“You feel like you gotta move?” Roman just nodded. “You feel like if you don’t stop moving you’re going to drown?”

Roman kept gasping as he nodded more enthusiastically, begging for Patton to get to the point. Patton squealed then hugged him before pulling back and screaming, “Go find them, Roman!”

Roman tilted his head in confusion before Logan had a smile form on his usually stoic face. Understanding built its way in his mind. He turned from the two soulmates who found each other and went on a search for his own.

He searched through the shelves. Looking for a face to recognize. How would he know? As he combed the aisles more there was a face forming. A voice entering his ears he had never heard in this life. His heart beat in time to the pop song on the speakers in the shop as he continued his search. He felt only half present; split between the past and present.

Fear found its home in his eyes as he got to the front of the store. Patton and Logan looked at him with worry. Where were they? Where was his soulmate?

He let Patton hug him as he cried. The face he was looking for was so clear in his mind. The charcoal eyes. The soft pink lips. The way his face half glowed in the firelight of the inn. The Stenvold Inn. He was-He was a worker there. He had come up for Roman’s order in their previous life. Maybe that was the sign. Roman pulled away from his friend to go to the checkout counter.

“Welcome to Stenvold’s Books, find everything okay?” the employee asked with a bored tone. He was sitting on a stool behind the counter, reading a book. He was reading Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. His brunette hair was combed aside, covering one of his eyes. He didn’t seem to be in as much distress as Roman.

Roman hesitated, but he took the chance anyway. “This may seem to be a random question-” the other man stood up, tossing his book aside.

Roman smiled in disbelief. Perhaps he was in more distress than he seemed on the outside.

“You?!” they both cried at once.

Roman stood in place until his soulmate came up to him from his post. They stared in disbelief. Multiple lifetimes of love stood sturdy in between them yet they still remained strangers. Roman heard Patton sniffling behind him, and it was enough to remember how to speak.

“I’m Roman this time,” he whispered. He was looking down into the abyss of the dark eyes. Six lifetimes and he still swooned. How could he have forgotten those eyes?

“I’m Derrin,” that hypnotic voice. Smooth as the finest scotch. Everything about the small man in front of him screamed sweet smoke. Roman recalled tasting dark chocolate, travelling deserts, huddling while travelling through the rain, and so many more memories.

Roman’s tears betrayed him by falling down his face. “How could I have forgotten who we were before?”

Derrin laughed. So familiar and comforting while also being tantalizing and new. It was bright. Roman started crying in relief. He was finally able to breathe.

“So are we still doing the whole, ‘get to know each other’ thing again or are you going to stop crying and kiss me, darling?” Derrin asked, mischief in his eyes.

Roman held no hesitance as he scooped the small man up and kissed the soft pink lips of his dreams. The body in his arms felt like coming home to a familiar teddy bear. It felt like exploring a new section of a jungle. It felt like sitting down at the dinner table to your favorite meal. It felt like seeing fireworks for the first time.

They broke apart at Logan’s snide remark of, “They have to be able to breathe at some point.”

Roman sighed dramatically, “Excuse me for being so rude, these are my friends. Well, one is a friend and the other is just a stray he found on the street who also happens to be his soulmate.”

Logan rolled his eyes, knowing Roman’s remarks weren’t in malice.

Derrin still had some hours left on his shift, so they promised to meet at the coffee shop down the street. Roman was about to walk away when the shorter man pulled him in by his collar for another kiss. “Don’t disappear on me for too long, darling. I don’t want to wait a whole other lifetime for you.”

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cesabutterflywrites · 4 years ago

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“You!” the rumble shouted. Cas held his hands to his ears.

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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17 but with your favorite Deceit ship

17. “The problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”

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Warning: cigarette smoking, sexual intimacy implied.

Deceit’s name in this is Ethan. The song he sings is If I Ever Lose My Faith In You by Sting

Roman walked up the stairs in his apartment building. The clang of his steps echoing in the silence of the night. Everyone in the building must have been asleep. It was three in the morning, after all. He continued upwards past his floor, heading towards the rooftop. He needed a smoke after the rough shift he had.

Roman was a writer. Naturally it meant that he was dirt broke. So, in order to keep a roof over his head, he worked graveyard at one of the convenience stores in his neighborhood. It wasn’t the coziest life. He didn’t mind too much, though, most of the time.

He had been having a string of bad writer’s block. He had the story. He knew the plot. He knew where he was going, he just did not know how to get there. All he could think about was work, sleep, and the man next door.

He opened the door to the rooftop, pulling his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket. He paused, however, when he heard someone singing. He looked curiously at the figure ahead of him.

The man was in a bowler hat, playing a guitar while looking out at the city before them. The stars were barely visible in the light pollution of the busy city. The musician was swaying back and forth as he sang; a hypnotic undertone in his voice that Roman couldn’t help but walk closer to.

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world

You could say I lost my faith in the people on TV

You could say I’d lost my belief in our politicians

They all seemed like game show hosts to me

Roman stood behind him now. He could tell who it was. Ethan Declan was his neighbor, the very one plaguing his thoughts and blocking his ability to create. They were pretty good friends already, though they didn’t have enough time to really hang out due to conflicting schedules with Roman’s new job.

Roman lit his cigarette while listening to the song. He was enjoying the music and didn’t want to ruin the experience.

If I ever lose my faith in you

There’d be nothing left for me to do

I could be lost inside their lies without a trace

But every time I close my eyes I see your face

I never saw no miracle of science

That didn’t go from a blessing to a curseI never saw no military solution

That didn’t always end up as something worse but

Let me say this first

If I ever lose my faith in you

“If I ever lose my faith in you” Roman echoed. Ethan stopped playing to turn around to look at the intruder.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

Roman lifted his cigarette as a response. Ethan chuckled, “Those’ll kill you, you know.”

“Well, that is the idea,” Roman joked as he sat next to his friend. “How have you been? I never knew you played guitar.”

Ethan looked at Roman fondly. “I have for years.” He scrunched his nose at the cigarette Roman offered, “No thank you.”

Roman shrugged as he snuffed his out. They sat in silence, looking out to the landscape before them. There were sirens in the distance, and around them was the roar of wind blowing through skyscrapers and buildings. Someone somewhere may have been shouting, and beneath them walked a number of people who had no business being out at the hour. The streetlights beneath their feet illuminated Ethan’s face to seem like half of it was glowing.

Roman might have been delirious, but Ethan, in that moment, was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.

“What were you doing up here this late?” Roman asked, refusing to tear his eyes away from the musician.

Ethan smirked, “Why else would someone be up here, playing guitar at the dead of night?”

When Roman didn’t answer, he continued, “I have been thinking of this guy I like. He’s never around anymore, and it hurts some days. The thing is, I’m not sure if we’d even work out.”

Roman thought there was more to it than that, and he had a suspicion he knew who the other man was. “Well, what I think, is you should go for it,” he grinned a cocky smile, “Especially if he’s also the type to sing on a rooftop at three in the morning.”

Ethan laughed, and punched Roman in the arm. He wasn’t expecting Roman to catch on, but he also wasn’t surprised. He sobered quickly, looking away from Roman.

Roman reached out to turn the man’s face back towards him, unable to live without the other’s hazel eyes in that moment. “If the man is also the type to kiss on said rooftop at,” he looked at his watch, “three-twelve in the morning, I’d say you should kiss him too.”

Ethan leaned his face in Roman’s hands, melancholy smile on his face. “The problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself.”

Roman chuckled, “Good thing I’m not the type to mind.”

Ethan stared at Roman carefully, then hesitantly leaned in to kiss. Roman impatiently threw himself in the rest of the way. Ethan moaned in delight. They embraced, not parting from each other until the sun started to glimmer on the horizon.

They both lazily made their way down to their floor, hand in hand. Roman was carrying Ethan’s guitar as carefully as possible. When they reached Ethan’s door, Roman left one more kiss on his neighbor’s lips.

Ethan looked at him through thick, brown eyelashes. “Are you the type to keep things at a one night stand on a rooftop?”

“Of course not.” Roman smiled, kissing the other once more.

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cesabutterflywrites · 4 years ago

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Hey can you do me a favor and go write a couple sentences?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa but English is hard

You get 3 sentences! The husband in on the computer so I have to use my phone.

I'll write for....... Prince in the Storm I guess I've been neglectful of that one for a while

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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“Bite me.” “Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.” moceit (with vampire!Deceit please?)

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Word Count: 1143

Notes: Deceit’s name is Dolion. Blood mention. Good songs to listen to with this is Moon Over Bourbon Street by Sting and Madness by Muse. I started reading Midnight Sun by Stephanie Meyer recently so I’m already in a vampire mindset. Because of length, there will be a cut underneath to continue reading.

Dolion strutted down the streets of Oakland. Grateful for the cover of night, he made his way to his destination with ease. It helped him that the tantalizing scent was familiar to him. Over the course of the year, he had become very familiar with this particular morsel.

His ancient mind was full of knowledge and experience from the years of his non-life. Yet this snack, this younger man, had marched into his existence with no regard for his safety. This innocent, sweet, caring soul tortured him daily when they would meet. He knew better than to resist his feelings after a year. Could his heart still learn to love, without a beat? The answer was yes, at least for Patton.

He made it to the apartment, and with ease made his way up the fire escape. The window was open for him, as it always was for the past month.

Patton seemed clueless at first glance. He was cheerful, he cared so deeply, and he came off as naive to most. Dolion even thought so before they spent more time together. He was surprised to find that the human embodiment of sunshine was as perceptive as he was. By the time it was too late for him to leave, his secret had been discovered.

He felt some guilt, for the first time since the beginning of his eternal life, at deceiving a mortal man. He would still be grateful for the patience, the forgiveness, and the unconditional love from his mortal lover long after he passed on.

The room he climbed into was lit with electric candles. He found Patton laying on the couch reading a novel. There was something unusual about him. He seemed to be exuding an almost seductive attitude that was opposite to his usual bubbly, bouncy excitement.

Perceptive as ever, Patton called, “I can hear your questioning mind rolling, darling. What’s on your mind?”

The vampire made his way to the couch, noticing an unusual spark of mischief in the man’s eyes behind the glasses.

“I’m simply curious to this new…demeanor…you’re adopting,” Dolion nuzzled into the warm neck of the man who owned his dead heart.

Patton broke his character a little to giggle, and the sound was music to the old one’s ears. They laid horizontal on the sofa, in the dim lighting Dolion still saw the blush on his lover’s cheek as they cuddled.

He gently caressed the blush, curious, “What is on your mind, my dear?”

Patton squirmed, his sultry demeanor dissipated under the gaze of the beautiful creature next to him. He realized the request he wanted to make was impossible to ask for in person.

Dolion was not patient when it came to not being privy to information, so he indulged himself into inhaling the tantalizing scent underneath his lover’s skin. He left traces of his fingers going up and down Patton’s shaking arms, knowing if he kept gently pushing his lover would open up.

“Tell me, darling,” he purred into the soft flesh of his lover’s neck, “Tell me what you were scheming.”

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t scheming…” Patton protested, his voice breathy. “I had something I wanted to get from you.”

Dolion hummed, smiling in triumph. “I knew you couldn’t resist telling me. You’re a really bad liar.”

Patton lightly smacked the vampire in jest. “Says the vamp who got caught in his lies about his true identity by his boyfriend.”

Said vampire pouted, pulling away from his nuzzling to look Patton in the face. “So, what is it that you want from me?”

Patton pulled away, and they sat up. Patton seemed nervous. Dolion felt disappointed in himself. Did Patton not know that he could ask for anything? Dolion could give anything to him. So why was he nervous?

Patton took the opportunity to straddle the lap of his partner, and Dolion froze at the bravado. Usually Patton wasn’t as…forward…They kissed, and a fire started in the pit of his stomach. Familiar thirst flamed in his throat, and the beast in him let a growl out of his lips as he returned the passionate kiss.

“Bite me,” Patton begged breathlessly as Dolion pressed teasing kisses into his neck. “Please.”

Dolion smirked, the animal in him wanting to indulge in the request. Though the man in him needed to keep some control, not wanting to miscalculate.

“ Such poison from a pretty, honeyed mouth.” He moaned into Patton’s ear. He heard the heartbeat quicken. “Is that what you wanted to request from me?”

They pulled apart slightly, just enough to look at each other. Patton was blushing, vulnerable prey in a monster’s lap. He didn’t know what forever entailed, but he knew he wanted it with the ancient come undone beneath him. He nodded, pleading pouring through his eyes into the remnants of the vampire’s soul.

Dolion considered. Could he damn this man to eternity, just like he had been? Or was it only damnation if he were alone? Patton knew somewhat of what forever entailed. They spent many nights lately discussing the centuries Dolion spent alone.

“Are you sure?” That was all he needed to know. Was he sure about their forever?

“Yes. Bite me, Dolion. Let me be a part of your eternity.” Patton was resolute. His jaw was set. Though he blushed, he seemed to have no fear.

Dolion let the monster grin as he pulled Patton’s neck to his mouth. He had one hand gripped into the soft brown hair, the other was wrapped around the waist of his prey to keep him from escaping.

The taste he had been craving flooded his mouth. The beast within growled in satisfaction. In all his years, no blood could compare to the flavor of his lover’s. He indulged in drinking slowly, enjoying the gasps coming from the squishy mortal on his lap. He noted that there was no fear in the movements of the other. There was no fear in his voice. Patton seemed to be feeling some form of pleasure at the process of transformation.

Dolion pulled away, letting the venom take it’s time to flow the last pulses of his lover’s kind heart. Patton’s eyes were hooded, his skin pale and clammy. For the briefest of moments, Dolion questioned his resolve. Could the bright, sunny man handle the darkness of forever?

He laid Patton gently on the couch as his eyes closed. Dolion listened to the final beats of the heart he had stolen. He laid himself next to Patton, and settled in for the next night, when Patton would awake. He wanted to be the first thing Patton saw as they started eternity.

Dolion caressed the still soft features of the new vampire. He kissed the cold lips. Cold, but still holding the familiar softness.

Perhaps Patton’s heart would remain innocent, after all.

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cesabutterflywrites · 5 years ago

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It's freezing. Come here.

“Oh shit I forgot the ship - do Moceit”

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Summary: Dee misses his iron supplement, so Patton comes home to a cold boyfriend in a nest of blankets

Word count: 387

A/N: I’m sorry its short and late, Sugar stole the computer when he came home. It’s short and sweet, I hope that makes up for it

“I’m freezing, come here,” Dee mumbled. His arms were reaching out like a toddler, which matched the childish pout on his lips. His eyes were squeezed shut, furthering the image of a pouting toddler. Which, attitude wise, he tended to be some days.

Patton’s heart fluttered. He had just walked into his boyfriend’s apartment after work, and saw the taller man curled up on the couch with two blankets. He was like a giant blanket burrito. His eyes were drooping, as if on the verge of a nap, which was unusual given the early evening hour.

“Okay,” Patton went over to the nest of blankets and saw that Dee’s skin was pale. “Dee, did you take your supplements this morning?”

Dee started to nod, but then sighed and mumbled out a quiet, “No.”

Patton tutted as he stood up to grab the iron supplements. Dee whined, and so he hurried to grab some water and some cookies for himself. He made it to the couch to see that Dee was pouting.

“What’s up?” he asked, handing the pill and water to his cold companion.

Dee took his pill before answering,“You left, after I asked you to come over.”

“Aw, I’m sorry, I just needed to make sure I could take care of the important things first,” he looked at Dee through his eyelashes, “Please forgive me?”

His boyfriend pretended to consider for a moment, exaggerating his facial expression and tapping his chin. “Hmm…” he let out a thoughtful hum, thrumming his fingers against his cheek. “Okay, only after you kiss me and cuddle to warm me up quicker.”

Patton giggled, and leaned over to kiss the other. Pink blush crept it’s way to both of their cheeks. Patton never stopped loving Dee’s kisses, and Dee felt that every kiss was his first.

Patton shifted so that he was on the edge of the couch, letting Dee be the big spoon since he was taller. “Wanna watch something?” he offered.

He felt Dee shake his head and nuzzle his neck. “No, just wanna get warm.”

Patton smiled, turning his head back to steal one more kiss. They settled in together comfortably. They hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the emotional and physical warmth between them was hypnotizing. So, snuggling up, they stayed wrapped together for the night.

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