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poisonedapples · 4 years ago

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Domestic Life (Was Never Quite My Style)

Summary: Even with a baby Patton who refuses to go to sleep, Roman finds himself having the loveliest night with his family.

Warnings: The song “Dear Theodosia” and one “blink and you’ll miss it” mention of parental abandonment. It’s mostly adorable fluff

Pairings: Romantic Logince, parental Royality and Logicality

Word Count: 2,522

Taglist: @noodles-07 @didyouseerichohisawrich @look-ma-im-on-tv @somehow-i-got-an-account @depressed-stressed-virgil @queen-of-all-things-snuggly @ohlookanotherdumbfanboy @jamie-writes-things @adoratato @boopypasta @omgsomeonesomewhereonearth @beyondthestacks @changeling-ash @hold-our-destiny

Notes: Happy anniversary to the best boyfriend in all the land, @romansleftshoulderpad, who has been there through everything good, weird and awful. You’re amazing, and even though my Writing Machine broke and had me change my present idea four times, hopefully you’ll appreciate some fluff nonetheless.

(Also shoutout as always to my friend Cornybird on Ao3 for editing my stuff I owe you like five squishmallows)

Roman and Logan were always the couple that no one could have possibly guessed. Roman was wild and untamed; always aiming for the best of the best, striving to conquer the impossible and prove everyone who doubted him wrong.

There always seemed to be so little time for him. He wanted to write, sing, dance, act, create, and he refused to let trivial things get in the way of that. Even as a hopeless romantic who dreamed of marriage, it seemed like his running on pure adrenaline made it impossible for him to make friends, let alone a husband.

Logan wasn’t much better. He wasn’t very invested in the arts and had (arguably) more achievable goals, but he still couldn’t stand to not be the top of his class. He wanted to be idolized. He wanted a kid who felt as helpless as he once did to look at him and get hope for the future. He wanted respect, and he was determined to gain it.

But that led to him overworking himself. Logan had a habit of working late into the night to put efficiency over self care, to drop everything that could get in his way and absorb himself in his own goals. Yet just like Roman, self isolation led to loneliness, and his personal expectations made him deem himself unworthy of a partner and family, no matter how untrue that was.

On the outside, they looked like people who were too busy and in their heads to enjoy the little things. Logan passed up warm showers and movie nights to get his ideas out on paper, and Roman passed up coffee shops and strolls through the park to create bigger and better things. But for the longest time, on the inside they were lonely. And only one person could see that enough to break through.

No one expected them to get to this point. The point where they’d been happily together for four years, Logan’s engagement ring carefully placed in the same box that Roman had given it to him in on the bedside table. But it was real anyway, and Logan was fast asleep, while Roman’s brain was thinking about too many fantasy worlds for him to calm down enough to doze off. Instead, he ran his fingers through his fiancé’s hair and watched him sleep peacefully on his chest.

Roman could have spent his entire life in that position. Just him and Logan, his adorable love looking peaceful and happy as Roman protected him from the world. If he wouldn’t be risking waking him up, Roman would also be peppering kisses all over his face, but he took a mental note to do that in the morning instead. They were going on a date tomorrow after all, and those always ended in lots of kisses and cheesy flirts Logan would roll his eyes at. But Roman thought his faux annoyance was adorable, so he used pickup lines at least three times a week.

But that was tomorrow, and tonight was tonight. And nights were a child’s favorite time to break the peace.

Roman could hear babbling from the room across from them, as well as from the baby monitor next to the bed. Patton was already squealing “dada” a little bit, and Roman knew from experience that he was getting ready to cry for them. It broke his heart every time Patton cried, so he gently pushed Logan to the bed and kissed his hair. He didn’t squirm, so Roman shimmied off the bed and smiled at Logan one last time as the baby talk got a little louder. He knew the drill by now, so Roman grabbed his guitar before he left and went to Patton’s bedroom. Music was the fastest way to get the little guy back to sleep.

Roman opened the colorful door to his son’s nursery. Only a pale blue nightlight gave light to the room, revealing a crib with a babbling baby holding onto the rails. Patton still couldn’t walk, but he was getting pretty good at standing in place, so the day would come at any time now.

Roman gave his baby a tired smile. “Hello, sunshine. What are you doing awake? Princes need their beauty sleep!”

“Dada, dada, dada!” Patton babbled, jumping as much as his tiny legs could using the spring of the crib’s mattress. Roman didn’t bother going to the crib and picking him up, though. He learned a long time ago that a rocking chair doesn’t make Patton tired anymore; he only squeals with excitement like it’s a baby rollercoaster. Roman experimented one night and played Wonderwall on his guitar as a joke when Patton refused to calm down, but it was the fastest the little guy had ever been lulled to sleep. Since then, Roman immediately picks up his guitar and lets Patton relax to that instead.

“What’s the request tonight, little buddy?” Roman asked as he sat in the rocking chair and strummed some of the strings. “Frère Jacques? Hey Soul Sister? Or do you want a song Dada really likes?”

“Dada!” Patton squealed.

“A Dada song? Excellent choice!” Roman leaned back in the chair and thought about what he may want to play. Logically he knew Patton only said dada because it was the only word he knew, but Roman liked to pretend his baby was the smartest boy in the entire world, even if his farts still scared him and he slapped his hands on every new surface he found. If he grew up to be anything like Logan, then Roman knew that he would have a bright future. “Now...what would I maybe want to play…”

Patton let go of the railing and let himself fall on his butt back to the mattress. He crawled over to his favorite stuffed frog and held onto the fur tightly, which Roman thought was objectively the cutest thing in this world. Though then again, everything Patton did was adorable. He was at the perfect age to steal the heart of everyone, and call Roman a lovestruck dad all you wanted, but his baby just blew his breath away.

“Hey, little froggy, how about we bring back an old favorite? Especially since me and Papa have been watching the Hamilfilm a whole lot!” Patton giggled in response, so Roman nodded his head. “Alright then, let’s see here…”

Roman placed his fingers on the neck of the guitar and strummed the first cord, testing out the tune. When he was satisfied, Roman strummed out the beginning notes of the song, and already Patton began to seem mesmerized by it.

“Dear Theodosia what to say to you? You have my eyes, you have your mother’s name. When you came into the world you cried and it broke my heart…” Patton shoved one of the eyes of his stuffed frog into his mouth, listening intently. When Patton was first born, all Roman did was sing this song to him. It seemed to fit so well given their situation. Logan always went on about how Patton had Roman’s eyes, even though Roman expected Logan to mention that it was obvious Patton would have some of his traits. He was half Roman after all, and Logan was hardly one for sentimentals anyway. But then again, becoming a dad had made him a lot softer than Roman could ever imagine.

“I’m dedicating every day to you, domestic life was never quite my style, when you smile…” Roman looked over at his baby. He had a little smile on his face, but Roman also guessed that was just the permanent position Patton’s face was in. He seemed like a happy baby almost all the time, give or take a few sick days and the time Patton saw a spider for the first time. “...You knock me out, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.”

Roman didn’t know if he was smart or not. His fiancé said that intelligence is more than book smarts and street smarts, and Roman had his strengths just like he had his flaws. But insecurity was a wild thing, and though Roman put on his best facade of greatness, he was only human, and humans have a strange perspective on self worth. Though no matter how intelligent he was, Roman had long accepted that Patton could break down any tough walls he or Logan put up. After all, it had been quite the sight to see Logan sob from happiness at holding his baby for the first time.

“You will come of age with our young nation...we’ll bleed and fight for you. We’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

Roman strummed out the notes in between lyrics for longer than he had to, but it was okay when his audience was a baby who didn’t actually know the song. “Ready for one more part, buddy?” Patton didn’t respond (obviously), he only looked up at Roman with big eyes. “Good! I know it’s your favorite part.”

“I have to admit that it is mine as well.”

Roman’s strumming stopped in its tracks when he heard the familiar voice. He looked across the room to the door where his adorable fiancé stood, his hair messy and Roman’s stolen pajama shirt making him look considerably tinier. If Roman wasn’t so tired, he’d scoop Logan up and swing him around the room for being so adorable. “What are you doing awake, love?”

“I can hear you singing from the baby monitor that’s a few feet away from my face.” Roman’s cheeks flushed red, but Logan didn’t care. He walked over to Roman at the rocking chair and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving a kiss to the top of Roman’s head. “Did a certain little froggy decide to have a party past his bedtime?”

“He woke up, yeah. I’m trying to put him back to sleep.”

“Did you check his diaper?”

Roman blinked. “...I did not.”

Logan sighed, but he shook his head fondly at his forgetful fiancé. Roman always went to the more complicated solutions before thinking about the basics, but at least he was trying. If Patton had started to cry, Roman would have eventually realized to check those things anyway.

Logan picked up Patton from his crib and took a sniff of his diaper. He smelled clean, which was good, but putting a baby to sleep who simply didn’t want to rest was harder than having something specific to fix. Logan kept Patton in his arms as Roman strummed on his guitar again with a smile.

“I still have to finish my song, Logan. Care to join the late night party with us?”

Logan smiled. “It’s Alexander’s part, correct?”

“Don’t act like you don’t already know. You love this musical as much as I do.”

“Fair point. How about you sing to us, then?”

“Could you do me the honor of singing alongside me?” Roman asked.

Logan felt his face heat up. “...We’ll see.”

Roman didn’t push it anymore. He knew Logan didn’t like his singing voice, even if it was objectively the best thing Roman could ever possibly hear. But when Logan got some time to ease into the idea, he would eventually slide into it.

Roman started strumming again, and the song picked up once more. It was just that with Logan around, the energy of the room felt all the more alive. “Oh, Phillip you outshine the morning sun. My son. Look at my son!”

Patton smacked both his hands on Logan’s shoulder. Logan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now…”

Logan began to sing, and Roman almost stopped in his tracks with awe. “Oh, Phillip, you outshine the morning sun. My son.”

Patton looked up at his dad with the most adorable baby smile. At the sound of both his parents and his favorite guitar, Patton began kicking and bouncing in Logan’s arms. The song was meant to calm him down enough to sleep, but instead the little guy decided it was the perfect time of day of a dance party. The worst part was that neither Roman or Logan had the heart to argue with him.

Instead, they both began to sing together as Patton bounced and smacked his hands. “When you smile, I fall apart. And I thought I was so smart.”

The music changed a little bit, and Roman and Logan both knew what came next. It was a part that hit them both close to home, but they’d practiced that section way too many times to not be prepared. Roman took the part of Alexander first. “My father wasn’t around…”

Logan held a dancing Patton tighter. “My father wasn’t around.”

“I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes…”

“I’ll make a million mistakes…”

Roman stood up from the rocking chair and strummed louder as he stood beside Logan. Both him and their son smiled as the two came back together for the song. “I’ll make the world safe and sound for you...will come of age with our young nation.”

Roman laid his head on Logan’s shoulder and Patton was merciful enough to stop slapping and put all his energy into bouncing up and down instead of smacking Roman in the face. “We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you. If we lay a strong enough foundation...we’ll pass it onto you. We’ll give the world to you, and you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday...yeah, you’ll blow us all away. Someday, someday…”

The two parents held the last note as Roman strummed out the ending of the song. When Roman finished with that final strum, Patton still danced until the note had become too quiet to hear. Once he stopped his bouncing, Roman set his guitar down on the floor long enough to grab Patton’s hands and make him clap. “Yay, bravo, bravo! A wonderful musician and his beautiful dancer!”

Patton squealed nonsense in response as Logan moved to steal Roman’s place at the rocking chair, being careful not to rock it in case it only riled Patton up even more. “I don’t think he’s been calmed down by your song, Roman.”

“Well…” Roman grabbed his guitar again and sat on the floor in front of the rocking chair. “That just means we have to let him dance out the energy, right? Then tomorrow, we’re absolutely recording him dancing to this. I would do it now if I wasn’t tired.”

Logan chuckled. “I will try to remind you.”

“But until then…” Roman placed his fingers back on the strings and strummed the first note. “Care for another round, my love?”

The smile Logan gave off mixed with the happiness of their baby was an image Roman swore to cherish forever. “Of course, my prince.”

When Roman began to strum, their precious baby boy started to dance once more.

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sentient-stove · 4 years ago

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Midsummer’s Song

Fandoms: Sanders Sides

Characters: Roman, Logan, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Patton

Relationships: Logan & Roman & Remus, Virgil/Roman, Virgil & Janus, Remus & Janus, Patton & Virgil

Additional Tags: Fae Au, seelie and unseelie, NB Virgil, NB Janus, Changeling!Logan, Unseelie!Janus, Seelie!Virgil, slightly U!Janus

Summary: Roman knows of the fae. His mother leaves out cream for them in exchange for protection and his brother Logan is a changeling. What happens when he makes a deal in exchange for Remus back?

Word count: 2023

Notes: I actually wrote this in a sort of ‘choose the next plot point’ on my discord with the help of @ohlookanotherdumbfanboy and @astrozones Anyway, enjoy!

AO3

Do you believe the fae walk among us?

Little Roman listens with wide eyes as his mama pours cream into a bowl, her singing softly filling the air as she sets the bowl out on the window sill, mixing it with a tiny bit of nutmeg before turning to her son.

“Come Little Prince, it’s long past your bedtime.” She scoops him into her arms, still singing as she carries him upstairs.

“Mama, I wanna see the fairy pleases?”

“Not tonight. They come when they please, and it does us mortals well to not look.”

Roman begrudgingly lets her tuck him in.

But when she’s out of the room, he throws off his covers and goes to the window. Roman watches for a long time, but the shadows never melt to show a Faery and after a few hours, he falls asleep with his fists pressed against the glass.

In the morning, the cream is gone, replaced by a shimmery pendant on a silver chain.

His mother says that they’ve been blessed by an Unseelie as she puts it on her son.

Roman isn’t so sure.

…

Roman is ten when his mother comes home with a boy made of fae blood and human flesh.

A changeling, abandoned when his family discovered that he was not one of them. Logan holds himself differently than Roman and he wears a wood and resin amulet that makes it so he can touch things that fae normally couldn’t.

“This is your brother now.”

Roman doesn’t fight with her, he instead grabs Logan by the hand the way that only children do and he asks him if he’s ever seen one.

“Of course I haven’t. I’ve been with mortals for as long as I can remember.” Logan is usually solemn for a ten year old, but Roman shrugs it off and drags him outside to look at the pixie garden that he’s been building.

…

Roman is fifteen when the Unseelie attempts to take him. It’s almost midnight and he was camping in the backyard with Logan and Mama. They were both sound asleep, but Roman got up and snuck out of the tent, standing just inside the salt ring that surrounds the small canvas tent.

“Hello child.”

Roman turns to see the Fae, who has golden eyes and scales down one side of his face.

They’re breathtaking.

And devastatingly beautiful. Roman feels his breath catch as he bows.

“Tell me your name, child.” The Fae’s eyes flash as Roman watches.

“My Mama told me that I should never give a Faery my name.”

“Very well. But you do have a something I can call you, no?”

Roman nods, throat dry. “You may call me Prince.”

“Hmmm, your mother calls you that sometimes, doesn’t she? She leaves out the sweetest offerings… Are you tonight's snack?” The fae bares fangs and Roman takes a delicate step back.

“No, it’s on the window sill.”

“Hmm, come with me?”

“No thank you.”

The fae laughed. “Clever Prince! I suppose I should leave you a gift?”

“Not if you don’t want to.” Roman shifted back and forth on his feet as the fae pulled off a glove and scooped up some of the salt from the ring.

“Here’s my gift child. Salt only works on the Seelie.”

And with that, they were gone, leaving Roman to stand alone in shock as the wind whispered in laughter at him.

Needless to say, he didn’t get that much sleep once he crawled into the tent.

…

It’s summer when the singing lures him outside of the house, despite Logan hearing it too and telling him that he should most certainly NOT go and try to find who is the cause of the sound. He packs his bag with salt and iron, knowing that as dangerous as the Unseelie are during the winter, the Seelie are almost worse during the summer.

Roman did not realize that it was in fact, Midsummer’s.

He followed the song into the woods, walking carefully as he delved into the growing shadows. It was warm, almost too warm as he avoided a fae circle and the song grew the tiniest bit louder.

It was smooth, the song, and Roman can barely keep himself from staying out of a thall as he enters a clearing where he can see footprints in the grass, it’s obvious that there was a revel at somepoint here.

Now it is empty, for the sole exception if a boy Roman’s age, singing as Roman comes closer.

The song stops and the boy looks up at Roman. “Hello mortal.”

Roman freezes. “Faery.”

“You sound surprised.” The fae stands in a fluid motion, walking over to Roman and running a hand along Roman’s jaw. “You’re pretty.”

“Thank you?” Roman reaches for the salt in his pocket, but the fae beats him to it, wrapping a cool hand around his wrist.

“What’s your name?”

“You may call me Prince.” Roman swallows as the fae looks up at him with bright purple and blue eyes, amusement sparking across his lips.

“Clever mortal. You may call me V.”

Roman nods and the fae stands on their tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. The kiss burns and he feels slightly dizzy as magic sparks across his skin.

“Wow.”

“You came to make a deal? All mortals do.” The fae backs up, and Roman feels like the air has cooled a thousand degrees.

“I just followed the song.”

“The song attracts fools who need deals. What is yours my Prince?”

Roman blinked. “I had a brother once.”

“Hmmm, Remus, I know him well.” The fae smirks and twirls in a circle before sitting down. “You should sit Princey.”

Roman sat.

“Now, do you want your brother back? I do believe the Snake has him currently, he does like the Unseelie during the summer, my kind can be a bit… overwhelming.” V picks some grass from the ground and begins to weave it together as Roman processes the information.

“He’s alive?”

“As alive as that silly changeling you also call a brother. Now, a deal so you can see him?” “What do you want?” “How much are you willing to lose?”

The question hangs heavy in the air as Roman removes the pendant that he was gifted almost ten years ago. He’s worn it every day since the fae that his mother had given cream to had left it there and V’s eyes widen when they see the thing.

“This.”

V reaches for it, pauses and looks at Roman. “What do you want?”

“My brother.”

V stares and then they’re kissing Roman, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck as the fae makes and seals the deal. They taste of honey and magic, something dark and bitter, and Roman feels breathless when they part.

“You have him until the Autumn Equinox.”

“What?” Roman mumbled, still feeling dazed as the fae pushes them further apart.

“Go.” The fae commanded and Roman could see the tiniest bit of panic on their face as he stood and ran back to his home.

…

“Ro?”

“Remus!”

…

Logan can feel the Winter that is coming.

He knows that Roman is about to lose his biological brother.

So after Mama puts out the cream and chases her three sons to bed, he waits outside once he is sure she is gone, until the fae that Roman made a deal with melts out of the shadows.

“Salutations.”

The fae tilts their head. “Hello changeling.”

“I wish to make a deal.”

The fae, with their bright purple and blue eyes, smiles nervously. “Many fail.”

“I wish to give you my name in exchange for Remus’ freedom.” Logan squares his shoulders and the fae pauses.

“Selflessness is unbecoming Logan.”

Logan looked away. “How do you know my name?”

“The Snake was the one to give it to you, and they are my older sibling.” The fae shrugs and takes the cream from the window sill, drinking it quickly. “But we do not deal with changelings. If there was to be a deal for Remus’ freedom, it would have to be made with Princey. Farewell.”

Logan would never admit that he cried.

…

Roman was waiting next to Remus as the shadows lengthened as the Snake and V melted out of them.

“Prince.” V looked mournful and Roman held back a snarl. Remus was practically shaking from next to him and he knew how much his brother hated the fae.

“Remus, come here.” The Snake held out a gloved hand and Remus took an unwilling step forward.

“Stop. I’m here to make a deal.”

The Snake held up their hand., stopping Remus in his tracks. “Oh?”

“My name for his freedom.” Roman said solemnly.

The Snake gave a sharp smile. “Accepted.”

Remus gave Roman a panicked look. “Can I talk to him privately before you seal it?” V nodded.

Remus pulled Roman out of earshot and pulled his brother into a hug. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“I know.”

“Stay with V. They’re your best chance at lasting longer than a few days.”

The brothers broke apart and Roman gently punched Remus. “Keep Lo safe while I’m gone, okay?” “Okay.”

Roman turned and walked up to V. “My deal is with you.”

V’s eyes widened and they gently placed a hand on Roman’s face. “I release Remus in exchange for your name.”

Roman sighed as he felt the magic wind itself around his lungs and heart. “My name is Roman.”

V kissed him, and again Roman tasted honey and bitterness.

“Come.”

The last thing Roman saw before the shadows covered his eyes was Remus, turning his face as he couldn’t bear to watch his brother get taken.

…

The Snake was the worst. Luckily Roman only spent a few days with him before V took him to meet the Seelie King.

The Seelie King liked puns. Mostly because they were as close as a fae could get to lying. Roman didn’t blame him for that.

Autumn melted into Winter, which changed into Spring, all while he was the pet of the fae. V never treated him like an animal, but the fear was always there.

Until one night, when Roman got drunk off of elderberry wine and he kissed V again.

“I love you.”

“You jest.”

“Hmmm. Maybe. But I wouldn’t’ve drank if I knew that you didn’t care for me.” Roman hiccuped and kissed V again, tangling his hands in the fae’s hair as they fell to the soft ground.

“Please Ro, you’re drunk.” V’s face was flush with embarrassment as they pulled back from the kiss.

“A man becomes honest when drunk. I should know.” Roman insisted, but the fae was pushing him away.

“I will not when you are inhibited. I am no snake.”

…

Summer comes.

Roman listens while V sings, trying to attract unwary mortals to the ring to make deals.

The fae is one of the rare ones that Roman has interacted with in his eight months of being owned, how his deals are always straightforward, how he doesn’t twist his words like the Snake and the King do.

“Why aren’t you like them?”

V stops their singing. “Like who mortal?” “Like… you know.”

“I am younger and more burned by the actions of mortals. Sue me.”

“Hmm.”

…

“Virgil.” V says one day as they pull away from Roman’s kiss, pupils blown wide from the rush.

“Virgil?” “My name. Do with it what you must. You can leave if you want, you haven’t consumed fae cursed food, you can leave and break the deal.”

Roman kisses the fae again. “I won’t.”

“Why?”

Roman opens his mouth to respond but then closes it. There’s a moment of silence.

“I don’t know. I might go visit, but I don’t have any desire to leave you…Virgil.”

Virgil looks as if they’ve been shocked and then they’re kissing Roman again, all passion and honey.

Roman will go back, to Logan and Remus, but that’s a problem for another day. Right now he kisses the Seelie with unsaid words, hoping that every emotion that he’s feeling is conveyed.

It probably is, considering fae consume emotion.

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