#patton is a good parent

[tentacle-therapissed]

Sanders Sides fandom when the character whose entire basis for conceptualization was 'what if your dad was kind of immature and didn't always set the best example' is kind of immature and doesn't always set the best example: what the fuck

[demilypyro]

Patton Oswalt’s voice cameo in “Stranger than Fanfiction” has possibly the best backstory I’ve ever heard for a celebrity cameo. He’s talked about it before with his standup routine, but basically he noticed that his daughter was really into MLP to the same passionate extent that he was-and is-into Star Wars. His parents didn’t support his fandom interests when he was a kid, and his daughter had no interest whatsoever in Star Wars, so he figured he should show interest in her favorite media like he wanted from his parents. He knows the lore, too, he goes on like a 2 minute tangent during the show talking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The second cameo he has later on has a different backstory that still involves his daughter.

That's really cute. He sounds like a good dad.

[the-officially-kat]

🕸️ SANDERS SIDES BEETLEJUICE AU 🕸️

PLOT INFO:

The young married couple Logan and Patton Maitland plan to settle down in a quiet town in their fixer-upper home until a fateful car accident kills them

While still grappling with being dead the two of them are also forced to deal with a small and slightly strange family moving into their dream home

The Deetz family: sweet and homely Emile and his teenage gothic son Virgil, and Virgil’s oddly artistic stepfather Remy (along with the frequent visitor of Remy’s co-worker and fellow artist, Janus)

Logan and Patton, wanting the family out, seek the advice of their caseworker Thomas who suggest that they haunt them out, but when that fails they summon a bio-exorcist named Remus (AKA: Betelgeuse)

Meanwhile, Logan and Patton form an unexpected parental bond with Virgil when they find out that the boy can see them unlike everyone else who’s living

Unknown to them is that Virgil is being haunted by Remus’ twin brother Roman (Beetlejuice) who implores him to help with his mission to be able to freely escape the Netherworld, but can only do so by marrying a living being

(Roman promises that they never have to actually get married and only be engaged as that will give him partial freedom so long as Virgil says his birth name three times)

When Remus proves to be too crude and diabolical in his methods, Logan and Patton attempt another haunting and are this time successful in getting noticed but ultimately fail when Virgil’s parents and their business friends are amused and want to summon them

With Janus in the lead, he poorly performs what he thinks is a seance, but is actually an exorcist, and Patton and Logan begin to decay in their ghostly form

In a panic, Virgil pleads with who he thinks is Roman (but is actually Remus disguised as him) to help them and agrees to get married in exchange for it

Remus does his part in saving Patton and Logan and driving away the business people, but then tries to force Virgil to hold up his end of the bargain

Patton and Logan try to help but are thwarted by Remus until Logan can injure him by driving a car from his town model into his foot and Patton rides in on a sandworm that snatches Remus up

In the epilogue, The Maitlands and Deetzes are living harmoniously and Roman and Virgil get engaged and go on to have adventures in the Netherworld

(SUPER IMPORTANT NOTE!!! While Prinxiety will happen eventually, so long as Virgil is under the age of 25 (aka while his brain isn’t fully developed) he and Roman are strictly friends!!!)

(I imagine that they get married when Virgil is 30 and I want to try and tie it into the sequel ‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ when I inevitably watch it (because I haven’t yet, please nobody give me spoilers, I’ve been really good at avoiding them so far!!)

Feel free to ask me any questions~

[enigmasalad]

CAN THE SIDES COOK OR BAKE HEADCANNONS:

Patton: Yes and no. Patton is ultimately unpredictable in the kitchen. He makes a lot of homey food or packaged food like a stereotypical parent does. He can make a mean casserole but uh…as long as he doesn’t forget it’s in there. He can make cookies…but cakes always end up looking like a hot mess. He can make a smoothie…but he forgot to put the lid on the blender and now Logans cleaning strawberry and banana off of the ceiling.

Logan: The answer is..well…kinda. Cooking is a science and baking is an exact science. However he views anything other than crofters as just a means of sustaining the body. He rarely cooks let alone bakes. However he can make fish really well, and bread. He’s even attempted a soufflé with Janus and Patton before and after a few tries it works out. You can get him to cook if you can get him to stop working (That is until he learns about Molecular Gastronomy).

Roman: NO. Roman can’t cook besides making a sandwich. His version of baking is putting a poptart in the toaster. And you know what? That’s ok. He doesn’t want to get messy. He doesn’t understand why adding something so elegant like Truffles is wrong to put in a pancake. He’s just being creative! Let him be creative! Before you know it your spices are gone. Also the Mac n cheese is black. He forgot about it arguing with his brother.

Virgil: Yeah he can cook. Does he do it often? Meh. Does he like doing it? Depends. During his time in the dark side he’s learn to make fresh pasta sauces and how to pump up instant ramen or adding breadcrumbs to Mac n cheese. However with the light sides he’s learned how to make fresh pasta, or how to make a pretty good stir-fry. Sometimes it’s meditative for him. Other times it’s too stressful and he orders Thai food for everyone. Can he bake? NO.

Janus: Janus has gotten good at cooking and baking over the years. He’s gone from instant noodles and grilled cheese to more complex and elegant dishes (at least he thinks so). And he can actually bake! Macarons, cake, Brownies you name it! He can do it. But uh…he’s a bit of a snob about it. And you can NOT be in the kitchen with him if he’s cooking unless you’re sitting in a chair and not TOUCHING ANYTHING REMUS….or you’re gossiping with him.

Remus: Can Remus cook? No. Can he bake? No. Does he try? Yes. Is it edible? Uncertain. Why is it glowing? I don’t know. Why are there tentacles? I don’t know.

[loganslowdown4]

Here’s some fun Christmas-y observations I made—

I wanted to again point out how clever the secret Santa gifts were in the end credits of the 12 days of Christmas episode, because not only did each side give each other a gift that they knew they would really like, the gifts themselves are reflections of the side that gave them…

Logan gives Virgil a gift card to spend in podcasts/music/whatever. So Virgil is happy because he loves music for blocking out his thoughts/calming himself down, a gift card is probably the least creative and most efficient gift someone can give because Logan is efficient and lacks creativity or sentimentality.

Roman gives Logan a novel he wrote. Perfect for Logan because Logan love books, especially mysteries, plus Roman just spoils the ending for him and it’s fine because Logan would think that’s just a fact worth knowing. But it’s also perfect from Roman because he gets to express his creativity and write a long book that he knows Logan will enjoy.

Patton gives Roman pasta. So not only did Patton give Roman his favourite food, but it was a way for Pat to cook, since he loves food too, and to make Roman something that he can truly express his affection for him with.

And finally Virgil gives Patton a card of original art. So Patton can feel the love that went into making this card, but it’s also a great gift from Virgil because he gets to show that he also draws to help ease his anxiety AND a drawing is something a child would make for their parent—

I’d also like to point out all the gifts except Logan’s were homemade with that side in mind. These gifts had emotion and creativity attached to them. Logan’s was bought with good intentions but no emotional attachment. Therefore if Virgil hated the gift, Logan wouldn’t be disappointed.

[let-roman-bite-someone]

i know i've said this before but i'm so tired of people acting like Patton is the general embodiment of morality. as if he is the personification of the legal justice system and everything he does must be good and fair™.

folks, Patton is Thomas's morality. remember what Virgil said in the Q&A episode?

this applies to all of the sides. every single one of them.

Remus wouldn't be the same for everyone, different people have different types of intrusive thoughts. Logan wouldn't be the same for everyone, different people have had different levels of education, different forms of intelligence and different applications of logic.

but the funny thing is, i never see people criticize the other sides for being too representative of their title. they don't reprimand Virgil for making Thomas anxious because that's his job. they don't bash Roman for being a perfectionist. but for some reason, people expect Patton to be a saint who does no wrong.

it's emphasized so clearly in multiple episodes that the sides are the result of Thomas's upbringing specifically. Patton is simply the moral code that Thomas's parents and on a larger scale, society, had taught him.

“Patton was so accepting of Virgil but he couldn't accept Remus or Janus!”

yeah. because it's easier to deal with anxiety than it is to deal with intrusive thoughts. don't get me wrong, anxiety is definitely a serious issue. but Thomas's anxiety never went directly against his morals, if anything, Virgil's perspective aligned very much with Patton's. being anxious about say embarrassing yourself in public or not getting your work done in time is not as morally concerning as having thoughts about murdering your brother.

but Thomas, like many of us, grew up with no one to tell him what intrusive thoughts are or how to deal with them. when Patton was chastising Thomas for having these thoughts, that's just Thomas beating himself up over something he can't control.

the same goes for Janus. Patton had a hard time accepting Janus because Thomas had learned to always be selfless since when he was younger, and Janus was challenging that point of view. when Patton was pushing Thomas to be selfless, that's just Thomas pushing himself and feeling guilty at the thought of focusing on his own needs.

i feel like people think that Patton is actually Thomas's father figure or something. i understand if he reminds you of someone toxic in your life and it can be uncomfortable to watch. but while it's good to relate to the media you are consuming, it's also important to view things in context.

Patton is not a person, he's not an individual who has the freewill to do what he wants. he is only Thomas's morality and what his morals are heavily depends on what Thomas was taught and how he was raised.

Patton cannot control the morals that Thomas had learned. he can only try to implement them in Thomas's life and unless Thomas himself decides to unlearn some of the unhealthy ideals that he has internalized, Patton cannot go against his nature. he can only do what he has been programmed to do, with the knowledge that he has.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Quiet Brain Corner

Hi!! I love your writing so much! I have a request for you, if you’re interested! I think the headcanon that Patton raised the light sides and Janus raised the dark sides makes a lot of sense— I can definitely see them wanting to exert control over the other sides for different reasons. Janus is surprisingly a good parent, but Patton is arguably not. The upside of this is that Logan and Roman grow very close, and they become a guaranteed safe space for each other. The downside is that sometimes they’ll talk to the other sides and be like, “yeah, you know, the [insert bad parenting tactic here].” And Janus, Remus, and Virgil are collectively like “??? No???” Anyways. I hope you’re having a good day/night - anon

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Pairings: none

Warnings: child abuse

Word Count: 2857

It starts like a normal conversation. It really does start as a normal, everyday, we're-just-talking-about-things conversation. Remus and Roman were talking about projects they'd worked on when they were younger, how they might do them differently now, how they had always been a little more similar than everyone—including them, sometimes—had liked to admit, and then Roman had mentioned the Quiet Brain Corner.

"What the fuck is that?"

Roman waves his hand. "You know, the thing where Patton takes my notebooks and stuff and I'm not allowed to Create for a bit. But I think that having the Disney movies right around—"

"No, no, no, we're not fucking moving past that," Remus barks, slapping his hand down on the table, "what the fuck do you mean?"

Roman frowns. "What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean, Patton takes away your shit and you're not allowed to Create?"

Across the room, there's a low snap as Janus shuts his book. Even Virgil looks up from his phone. Roman rolls his eyes. "Is this you trying to make a show of how much better behaved you were as a kid? 'Cause it's not gonna work, Re."

"First of all, how dare you accuse me of being well behaved—" Janus snorts— "and second, how the fuck is that what you got out of me being concerned about you?"

"Concerned—Re, why are you being concerned about me?"

"Oh, gee, I dunno, maybe because you just told me that your parental figure was taking away your ability to do your function?"

"You're making a bigger deal out of this than it was, Re."

"It doesn't sound like that to me! Sounds like you're not making nearly as big of a deal out of this as you need to be!"

"Okay, you once threw a tantrum because the slime in Ollie's pond was, and I quote, '3% less viscous than it should be,' so I'm not sure if you—"

"Tell me you don't give a shit about Ollie's health another time, Ro—"

"Oh, fuck, Re, no, that wasn't what I meant at all, I'm so sorry, I didn't—"

"Whoa, whoa, hey," Virgil says quickly as Remus mutters a curse and throws his arms around Roman, "easy, let's just—let's take a second, okay?"

Roman wraps his arms around his brother muttering another apology. Remus just shakes his head and buries his face in the crook of Roman's neck. Over his shoulder, he makes eye contact with Janus, watching them with a wrinkle between his brows. Roman swallows heavily and pats Remus's shoulder. Remus just holds on tighter.

"Uh, Princey?"

"Yeah?"

Virgil tugs on the strings of his hoodie. "Can you…can you explain a little bit more about what the Quiet Brain Corner was? I think we're—I think we're a little confused."

"You guys didn't have something like this?"

"We had No-Stim time where if one of us got really overwhelmed, we'd have, like, a semi-time-out thing, but that sounds like it was a different sort of thing."

"The Quiet Brain Corner is where distractions go when we can't focus."

Something works at the corner of Virgil's mouth. "What does that mean?"

"You know, how phones and computers get taken away if homework isn't done, or whatever. If we didn't do our chores or pay attention during dinner or family time, or if we weren't spending enough quality time with each other. They go in the Quiet Brain Corner until we've proven we can use them responsibly."

Virgil's face is getting paler and paler. Remus is still refusing to let go of him. Roman frowns, trying to figure out why they're all getting so upset. He looks at Janus, who carefully sets his book aside.

"What sorts of things went in the Quiet Brain Corner?"

"Uh, my notebooks, my sketchbooks, some of my, like, other projects? Why are—"

"Please, sweetie, just humor me?"

Roman sighs, resigning himself to having a limpet for a brother for a little while. "Yeah, those…uh, sometimes my Imagination Key would go in there too, I—ack! Remus!"

"He took your key?"

Roman's head snaps back at the tone of Janus's voice. Janus is glaring at him. He—oh, god, did Janus not know? Did Patton not tell him?

Fuck, does Roman have to tell him?

Without realizing it, he curls into Remus's arms, trying to hide behind his brother, before he realizes what he's doing and snaps himself out of it. Straight shoulders, straight spine, chin up, voice even. He remembers this.

"Yes," he says, impressed with how steady his voice is, "I…thought Patton would have told you. When I was unable to confine my Imagining to what was…what was right, I wouldn't be allowed in until I could prove that I learned my lesson. I'm sorry, I thought Patton would have told you."

"Told me what?"

Roman shrinks in on himself again. "How…how hard I was to raise."

Remus growls in his ear. Something terribly dark flickers across Janus's expression before he forces it neutral. He takes a deep breath, one hand retreating into his cloak for a moment, then folding them calmly in his lap.

"What else gave you the impression that you were difficult to raise?"

A laugh chokes its way out of him. "What, you mean aside from the everything about me?"

No one else laughs. Janus just looks at him expectantly. Roman swallows.

"I, um, well, it's no secret that I'm…you know, loud. And I don't always—I didn't always know when the right time to be loud was so I'd—I'd make noise when I wasn't supposed to. And I'm not—I focus on stuff that I think is important but I'm not so great at knowing what is important and I don't—I'm not that smart, you know? So I gotta—I needed a lot of—they had to take a lot of time teaching me how to—"

"Who's they, Ro?"

"Huh?"

Remus pulls back and Roman stares at the tears on his brother's cheeks. "Who's they, Roman?"

"Re, Re, you're crying—"

"Don't give a shit." His brother glares at him. "Who is 'they?'"

"…Patton and Logan, Remus, why are you—"

Remus sticks out his hand and summons Logan. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?"

"Re!"

"Why are you calling my brother stupid?"

Logan blinks. "Hello, Remus. I do not believe I'm calling Roman stupid, but—"

"That's not what he just said!"

"Oh for—Remus, no. I said that Patton and Logan had to teach me a lot more than they should have, not that they were calling me stupid." He glances at Logan. "I'm sorry, I don't know why they're so upset, we were just talking about things."

"It's quite alright, I wasn't doing anything terribly important. And—Roman, you know that I—"

"Of course I know, Specs. You too."

Logan smiles, reaching over to ruffle Roman's hair. "Are you okay?"

"I'm really confused right now, but yeah, I'm fine." He sighs. "Maybe you can do a better job of explaining things 'cause the way I'm doing it seems wrong."

"Certainly. What are we talking about?"

"This bullshit that you call the Quiet Brain Corner?"

Something flickers across Logan's face before he sighs, adjusting his glasses. "Ah, yes. It's been a while since I was in there."

"Since you were in there?" Virgil gets up off the couch. "The hell does that mean? Princey said only 'distractions' or whatever go in there!"

Logan blinks. "There you are, then."

"It was easier when he put both of us there at the same time," Roman mumbles, more thinking out loud than realizing what he's saying, "'cause then we could, like, hold hands and wait together. I use the same code with some of the Imagination creatures now."

"Oh, really? Which ones?"

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on—" Virgil holds his hands up in an 'X'— "what do you mean, 'code?'"

"You're familiar with Morse Code, aren't you?"

"Yeah, what the fuck does that have to do with…" Virgil trails off, mouth hanging open. "Wait, you couldn't talk while you were…?"

Logan rolls his eyes. "It wouldn't be very effective against distractions if the distractions could keep being distracting, now, would it?"

The living room goes silent. Roman tries to disentangle himself from Remus, but Remus just clenches his jaw and pulls Logan in as well, leaving them awkwardly smushing shoulders together until Logan puts his arm around Roman's shoulders, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of Roman's neck with a wink. He taps his finger against his scalp: one long tap, two short taps, one long tap. Their code for you okay? Roman nods back and Logan smiles.

"Let me see if I understand this correctly," Janus says lowly, "Patton would take your things—things that you used to be your functions, or at the very least, things that were your coping mechanisms or interests, and keep them away from you until you behaved in a way that was acceptable to him, and when you were 'distracting,' would put you in there as well with instructions to be silent until he let you out?"

"We would have to prove that we learned our lesson in order for things to come back from the Quiet Brain Corner, but yes, that is the gist."

"And how would you prove such a thing?"

Roman can't help the way he shrinks in on himself again, Logan stepping closer out of habit. "We would explain what we did wrong, apologize for it, and suggest an alternative behavior for going forward. If it was enough, then—"

"If?" Virgil's hands ball into fists. "What the hell do you mean, 'if?'"

Roman chokes out a laugh. "Come on, shadow-ling, you know I'm not always great at apologies. And it's not like I'm…"

Logan rubs his back when he can't finish. "Sometimes we wouldn't get it right the first time, so we'd try again the next day."

"Don't lump yourself in with me, Specs, you always got it quicker than I did."

"Not always," Logan says quietly and now it's Roman's turn to put his hand on Logan's shoulder, squeeze him closer, hum something the way he always does to remind them both that they can speak, they can make noise, it's okay, they're not in there. "Thank you."

"Sure. We both know that most of the time it was my fault you ended up in there, so…"

Logan chuckles, resting their foreheads together. "Noisemaker and Chatterbox."

"The best duo since peanut butter and chocolate."

"It's peanut butter and jelly, Roman."

"Sorry, I can't hear you over how good peanut butter and chocolate is."

And they probably would've continued to argue about it had they not been interrupted by the sudden impact of someone else abruptly joining their group hug. Remus grumbles slightly as Virgil jams his head into the crook of Roman's shoulder, his arms so tightly around all of them that Logan grunts in protest, freeing his hands enough to wrap them around the twins.

"Virgil, what—"

"Where the fuck is this corner?"

"What?"

"This punishment corner, where the fuck is it, I want to burn it."

"Not without me," Remus growls, "and not without Janny."

"I really think you guys are overreacting—"

"It's not that big of a—"

Both of them cut off as Janus stands up. In an instant, Roman's two feet tall again, his notebook clutched in sweaty hands, Logan's arm through his as they stare up, shrinking under a shadow, words already dying and drying on their tongues, the musty smell of unclean carpet and old paint burning their noses—

"—tie, sweetie, look at me, it's only me, it's just Janus, it's okay, sweetie, I promise."

Roman blinks. He reaches for Logan—one long squeeze, one short squeeze, two long squeezes—Logan's hand wraps around his and doesn't let go, there's something on his face, things around him, he's being coaxed to the floor, he's holding onto Logan so tightly—

"Shh, shh, it's okay—boys, go get the good blankets and pillows—that's it, my dears, just look at me, focus on me…"

No noise, Roman thinks hysterically as he feels tears start to slip down his cheeks, no noise, no noise.

"Oh, you poor things…come here, come here, that's it, that's right." He's pulled into something dark and sweet-smelling, Logan's hand in his still as something starts to rub soothing circles into his back. "I've got you now, I'll look after you, it's all going to be alright."

Logan squeezes his hand—two short, two long—and Roman tries to blink away enough of the tears to see what's going on. Janus's face swims into view, concern written plainly across every feature, all six hands fussing over the two of them as Virgil and Remus come back with their arms piled high with blankets and pillows.

"J-Janus?"

"Yes, sweetie, it's me, I'm here, alright? Oh, look at you, my little prince…" A gloved thumb carefully brushes away a few tears. "You cry as much as you need to, okay? We'll make a little nest right here and you can get all of it out."

"I can cry?"

"Oh, baby, of course you can cry, it's alright, you're allowed to do that." Janus cups his cheek in his hand. "Would you like some cuddles while you cry? I know Remus wants to squish you into next week."

Roman blindly opens his arms and is rewarded with a heavy Remus-sized weighted pillow flopping onto his chest, his other hand still wrapped around Logan's. He glances over and sees Virgil crouching next to Logan, murmuring softly into his ear and squeezing his other hand. Janus pulls blankets and pillows closer around them, keeping up a steady murmur of his own. Then a sob chokes out of Logan and the dam in Roman's chest breaks and they're sobbing together, each wrapped up in someone else's arms, clinging to their hands like a lifeline, and they can make noise and everything's fine and they're not in trouble and no one's angry at them and they—they—

"Hey, what's going on?"

Silence. Complete and utter silence. Well, from Logan and Roman, anyway. They both damn near stop breathing.

"Patton," comes Janus's voice, cold and dark from miles away, "you and I are going to have a little conversation."

"It's okay," Remus mumbles into Roman's ear, "it's okay, Roro, nothing's gonna happen to you. Nothing at all. I'm right here, Virgil's right there, Janus is going to take care of it, okay? Nothing's gonna happen ever again."

Roman can't speak. Can't breathe. Can't make a single goddamn noise. Logan's stiff as a board next to him, even as Virgil tries to coax him into relaxing again, because they can't make a noise, they can't be distracting, they can't be—they can't—

Splash!

Roman splutters, flailing around—Logan, where's Logan—there's Logan, also flailing in the shallow pool they suddenly appeared in—Remus must've sunk them into the Imagination, yes, that's—

They're in one of the shallow pools near the glowstone caverns at the top of the falls. The water is warm, the sky a light purple as the pale pink clouds drift across the horizon. They're—they're safe. They're in the Imagination. No one can touch them in here. They…

Oh, God.

"Hey, c'mere," Remus coaxes, tugging him over to the rocks, "c'mere and just lay out here and dry off, it's okay. We're here now. It's gonna be alright."

"Logan? Logan—Logan, I—"

"I'm here, I'm right here, it's—are we—?"

Roman swallows, water mixing with the tears still on his cheeks. "I think we're okay."

The Imagination can only do so much out of the confines of its doors. Inside, of course, it can do things like warm water until it is pleasant to sit in, send gentle breezes to dry clothes and tousle hair, craft dazzling skies and brilliant stars to soothe its darlings to sleep, and barricade said doors to anyone who would dare disturb them.

Outside, however, well…it can only do something so small as slight rearrangements. Say, making sure a certain corner disappears entirely, never to be seen again.

(Let someone try to keep Creativity from it again. Let them try.)

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CATALYSIS

PT. II

R.C x READER • R.G x READER

Warnings: Smut, Self-Sabatoging Reader, Manipulation, Small Amount Of Dub-Con (Fucking Rafe), Underaged Drinking, fingering

A/N: The next part will be longer, and this might end up being 10 parts bc the plot, oh I'm gonna let it cook. I tried to get this out ASAP, while juggling too much other shit. My mental health is sickly, so enjoy my degenerate fantasies. Feedback is so appreciated and encouraging y'all :)

Word Count: 7.5 K

Sundays were always your favourite thing about your parents being home. The smell of Italian sausage and carbonara had summoned you from your room to the living room, where your family sits spread out around the large room, with their dinner plates.

When you and Nicky were kids, your Mom would lose it if she caught you guys on the eggshell coloured living room carpet with anything darker than water. Ever since Henley and Patton were old enough to eat on their own, your dad has enforced mandatory family time, which was simply eating dinner while watching a movie together on Sundays.

To be fair, despite all the travelling, they tried really hard to be home every Sunday. You took your spot at the coffee table and picked up the only unoccupied plate.

“I’m feeling Marvel tonight.” Nicky commented, twirling his fork around in his pasta. “Or maybe Disney?”

“Turning Red!” “Inside out!” Your younger brothers both called out simultaneously. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a chuckle as your mom warily eyes the excited kids, or more accurately, the food balanced on their laps. She’s hopeless, you think freely.

“I’m thinking we should watch Euphoria. Bring some real world problems into this oasis.” you comment, earning a look from your Mom as well. Your older brother's idiot laugh doesn't go unnoticed.

Your Dad raises his wine glass to his lips. “I don't feel like having a stroke at 39. Peter Pan and Wendy it is.” Despite the child-like film, you all cheer as he hits play. Finally you start to dig into the meal your Mom, with the help of little Patton, made.

After you all finish eating, your dad pauses the film. You and Nicky carry the dishes to the dishwasher, load and start it, before making your way back to the living room. Your parents are curled up together and you take the spot on the other side of your dad, while he wraps an arm around you, the boys pile up on the mountain of blankets covering the floor.

As he plays the movie, you find your mind wandering to last night. To what you did in the hot tub at Tanneyhill. To Rafe fucking Cameron. Part of you felt guilty about messing with Roman’ s cousin and lying to your Mom, but the other part of you was burning. Burning to feel his hands on you again, burning to feel that intense pleasure over and over, and burning to know more. And then there was an even smaller part that wanted to know what such an intimate thing would feel like with Roman.

Even though you were still pissed at him for a number of reasons. You never made it back to Rafe’s room last night.

⊱✿⊰

“You're sleeping in my room tonight, gorgeous girl.”

You giggle quietly as he opens the back door and carries you the few steps across the kitchen, to plop you down on the island. “Want some water or something?”

You swing your legs back and forth, feeling the effects of the alcohol you'd been consuming since you got here. “Yes, please.” You turn your head momentarily towards the doorway as you hear light footsteps upstairs. You brush it off, enjoying your inebriated break from everyone else in the world but the man who just made you cum on his lap.

Rafe grabs two waters and comes back to stand between your legs. He moved nervously, you noted. He looked at you, like really looked at you, as he handed you a water bottle. “You okay? How are you feeling after... well- after everything tonight?”

“I'm good, Rafe. I had.. fun.” You reassure him with a small smile, unsure how to phrase it but wanting to reassure him. Which is still more than Roman bothered to do for you.

He gives you his signature panty dropping, schoolboy smirk. His tone is still nervous, however. “So it was okay? I mean, that it was me?” He slides his hands up your thighs coming to rest them on your hips. You could feel a flush of heat creeping up from where he’d just touched your thighs making its way all the way to your cheeks.

“Yes, Rafe.” You manage to say. His touch is intoxicating, his eyes captivating. You find your arms wrapping around his neck, hands burying themselves in his soft, dark blonde hair. “It was better than okay.”

He leans in to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips before leaning back slightly and catching your eye. You tug him towards you and his lips meet yours devotedly. He pulls you closer to the edge, your bodies meeting again, chest to chest. He bites your swollen bottom lip and separates from you only to tilt his head and kiss you even deeper.

His hands move to grip the sides of your ass and you whine against his lips, causing him to grip you harder. Still chasing the feeling he gave you outside, you push your crotch against his as best as you can from your place on the counter.

“Y/N.” He keens,”I'm never gonna get enough of you.” Rafe buries his face in your neck, leaving warm and wet kisses, leaving his hands to grope your sides.

Lost in the lust washing over you, you both hear the telltale pad of multiple pairs of feet, too late.

“Oh shit” A giggle. “Dude!” Disgust.

“What the fuck?” Anger.

Your head whips over to see three shocked teens standing at the entrance of the kitchen with varying reactions. Rafe slowly lifts his head but doesnt look away from you. Your mouth opens and closes, floundering for words. You look between the three and Rafe as you push him away and jump off of the counter.

Nicky and Mia are slowly starting to snicker, but Roman is just staring at you with disbelieving eyes. The other girl is nowhere to be seen.

“Okay, now this. This makes more sense.” Nicky laughs, referring to this morning when your parents caught you and Roman in your bed, asleep.

“Looks like you have a date to midsummers now, Y/N.” Mia comments with a raised brow.

You remain frozen, aside from your bottom lip wobbling and you biting it in a second attempt to keep your tears at bay tonight. How many times can one girl be humiliated in a day? You don't even want to look back at Romans face.

Rafe eyes your wobbly lip and reaches for you, tugging your hand into his. “Hey, wanna go to sleep now?”

“What the fuck is this? What's happening right now?” You look up from your entwined hands, at Romans dubious tone.

“Roman-”

“Come outside, Y/N.” He walks past you both, through the doors you just entered from, ignoring Mia calling his name on the way out.

You inhale a deep shaky breath. Your brother casts Mia a clueless, questioning glance, which she ignores as she's focused on examining you and Rafe. “I should...” You trail off as Rafe squeezes your hand softly, meeting his eyes.

“Its okay. I'll talk to him later, yeah?” He places a quick peck to your head.

“Y/N, what's going on? I feel like I'm missing something.” Your brother comments quizzically.

Rafe moves to usher them out of the kitchen, “Later , man.” You hear him mutter quietly to Nicky, who meets your gaze one more time before turning back to the den area. Mia lingers a second as you squeeze and shake your hands out, nervously.

“He’s never gonna get it together. Not for you, princess. Listen to Rafe, maybe that way you can stop stepping on people's toes and you won't get hurt.” Mia says the words quietly, but her tone of voice makes it clear that it's a threat. She smiles at you and follows in the direction of two older boys, while you do your best to ignore her and choke down all of the unpleasant feelings building up and make your way to the patio doors.

When you open the door, you immediately see Roman sitting on the porch swing with his head back, looking up at the sky with his usual pout. He doesn't move, or say anything so you walk over to him and sit down. Anxiety wracks your body, as you prepare to inevitably have an uncomfortable encounter with the bipolar boy you called your best friend.

You risk a glance at him and are alarmed to see moisture pooling in his eyes, “Roman.” You whisper. “Hey, I-”

“What was that?” He sits up and turns to face you.”Just- what the hell was that?”

Your eyes widen a little at the intensity of his behaviour. He takes one of your hands in his and looks at you expectantly. “Was that just you guys being dumb, or was that -” He stutters for a second and then takes a deep breath. “Or was that something more?”

“I dont know.” The truth, you were too drunk to decipher your current feelings toward Rafe.

“What?” He scoffs. “I just caught you making out with my cousin,Y/N, and youre saying you don't know why?” He drops your hand, and faces forward, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Your eyes narrow at him. He was the one who'd failed to verbally recognize the fact that something definitely happened between you two. He's been avoiding it hardcore for the past month or so.

“No, Roman, I don't. Besides, you didn't catch me doing anything.” You snap. “The word ‘catch’ implies that i’m in trouble, and I can do whatever I fucking want, technically. Nobody else seems to give a damn about my feelings.” You run your hands through your messy hair. Maybe you shouldn't have thrown that in his face but at the moment, he was pissing drunk you off.

The lanky boy looks at you with ferocity lurking beneath his incredulous expression. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Use your fucking context clues.” You cuss back.

He just stares at you as you attempt to avoid looking him in the eyes. For a second it seems like he's going to finally acknowledge the kiss you shared, weeks ago. You see the recognition in his features for a fraction of a second before he’s up, pacing. “You're ridiculous. Seriously, if you think Rafe is gonna commit to you, or treat you well for that matter.”

Your mouth falls open in shock when you hear Rafes name come out of Romans mouth. He didn't just blatantly deflect the topic of conversation, did he? Bastard.

“Jesus, have you lost your mind? You know what kind of person he is, Y/N. I thought you were smarter than that.” He pinches the bridge of his nose as he spews his bullshit.

You take his dramatic, silent irritation as an invitation to add fuel to the fire, fed up with his week-long diversions from the underlying issue in your friendship. “Yeah, well, at least he didn't kiss me and then pretend it never happened.” You stand up and cross your arms defiantly.

Roman sighs a deep, shaky breath of air. “Y/N... Jesus. You really wanna do this, huh?” You look up, toeing the area of grass you'd just been staring at. His face, his eyes, his whole demeanour are pleading with you to stop. “It was my first kiss, Roman.”

He shuts his eyes for a second and you watch as his breathing becomes a little heavier. When he opens them, he starts toward your teary eyed figure but you step back and he stops in his tracks. “Y/N, i'm so sorry. I didn't know that.”

You nod, tears spilling over your waterline and cascading down your cheek into the ground. Where you wish you could disappear. You ignore the pain in your heart. You ignore the way this feels like a friendship ending argument. You ignore his own tears as they begin to meet yours in the soil.

“I know.” You sniffle, you didn't want to punish him. You don't even know what you want from this conversation. This isn't a good idea, you're drunk. You can't ignore the wave of anxiety that hits you, completely out of nowhere. “I just can't do this, Rome.”

You start to back up, but he follows you. “Do what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and uncross your arms to instead wrap them around yourself. After a breath, you open them. Roman looks regretful. “Do what,Y/N?”

Be your friend, Is what you wanted to say.

“I can't see you right now.” Is what you say.

You turn around before he has time to see your face completely crumble. Panic, anxiety, and heart ache all fight for dominance over the sob working its way up your throat. You swallow it down and go find Nicky. You wouldn't be staying in Rafes room tonight.

⊱✿⊰

By the end of the movie, your two youngest siblings are asleep. With Olivia having every Sunday off, you and Nicky fold up the blankets quietly talking about the film. Meanwhile, your Parents had each carried a sibling to bed to be tucked in. You grab a stack of blankets and carry them into the hall to put away in the linen closet. When you come back to the living room, your Mom is refilling your parents wine glasses, preparing to watch another movie with your Dad.

Nicky makes eye contact with you and widens his eyes slightly, insinuating something up.

“Ah, the gangs all here. Good. Sit.” Your Dad walks into the den and clasps his hands quietly.

You and Nicky both sit down on a loveseat near the front door and exchange a look. Your parents only do these little meetings to drop big news.

“So, nothing major but Wednesday night you're both expected to be home early for dinner. We're having guests over and there's a surprise involved.”

Nicky groans,”Mom, please. If you're pregnant again, I'm getting emancipated.”

You scoff out a laugh at your brother's blatant statement, before covering it up as a cough when you get a look from your Mom.

“Dominique.” Your father deadpans. “If your mom is pregnant, I’ll take you all and run. It isn't that.”

Your mom downs her wine. “This is why they don't have respect, Joseph.”

Your Dad gives her a warm grin and wraps her up under his arm. “Like I said, just be home early for dinner. Understood?”

You and Nicky ultimately agree without too much prying for details. After bidding your Parents goodnight, you both make your way upstairs. Your brother stops at your door as you enter your room and leans against the doorframe. “So....” He trails off and you roll your eyes as you search through your dresser for a large Tshirt, settling on one that Roman left here.

“Yes, Nicky?”

“What happened last night? I saw you mackin’ on Rafe but why was Roman so mad?” He walks further into your room and plops on your bed.

“Nicky!” You whine, batting at him with the t-shirt in your hands. “Get the hell off my blankets, you went outside in that outfit!”

It's Nicky's turn to roll his eyes at your rules, as he dramatically rolls off of your bed onto a pile of laundry on the floor, stretching out like a starfish. “Whatever. So what happened? I noticed that you stayed at the house all day. And kinda have been for a while.” He adds.

You let out a dramatic sigh of despair and slide down your dresser so that you're sitting facing your bed. “I’m so dumb, Nicky. I think I fucked up.”

He sits up on his elbows, facing you. “Wait, what? What's the matter?”

You contemplate telling him everything for a moment. What's the worst that could happen? Then you think back to the last time you asked yourself that question, and any ideas of total honesty dissipate. “I don't know...” and then, you remember. “What did you mean when you said that me and Rafe made sense?”

He sits up all the way and musses his hair. “I don't know, I was drunk, Y/N. I guess I always just assumed you’d rebel against Mom and Dad. Rafe would make sense for that. More sense than your childhood best friend.”

"Me and Rafe are friends, too.” You point out, although you know it's not the same.

“Not like you and Roman.”

You contemplate this quietly. Nicky comes over to where you're sitting and plants himself beside you.

“Listen sis, I don't know what the hell is going on, but you can tell me if I need to kick someone's ass. I won't ask questions.”

You shake your head sadly. ”It's not like that. I just did a dumb thing and now I have to live with it.”

Your older brother stands up and ruffles your hair. “Well, that's nothing new, is it? Goodnight Y/N/N.”

“Goodnight, Nicky.”

He shuts your door and you change into your shirt before turning on your fan and hopping in bed.

After about 15 minutes of staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, you were over it. You were agonising over whether or not to check your phone for a text from Roman and beating yourself up over what happened with Rafe. You flip over and grab the TV remote. Deciding to listen to something scary, you settle on a rerun of the Paranormal Activity films and turn back over, letting the TV lull you to sleep.

Not 10 minutes later, when you're almost out like a light, does your phone begin ringing quietly on the nightstand. You register the noise and flail under the covers, frustratedly. You snatch your phone up and accept the call, barely registering the name on the screen.

“What?” You almost growl.

“Wow, hello to you too, beautiful.” Rafe’s deep voice rings through the speaker.

“Do not disturb means do not disturb, not call twice, Rafe.” You can't help your tone, your anxiety keeps you up most nights, and you were so close to ending the night on a good note, moments before.

“I'm sorry, I’d take any option that guaranteed your attention.” He laughs.” Did I wake you up?”

“Yes actually.” You sigh, readjusting your covers from the flail. “Did you need something?” “Can I come over?”

“Seriously, Rafe? Its-” You pull your phone away from your cheek and look at the time, faltering.

“Only 9 P.M.? Exactly.” You can hear his smug face over the phone. “So?”

You feel queasy at the thought of seeing Rafe, despite being so explicit with him the night before. It felt like a betrayal to Roman in a way because you two hadn’t spoken since the fight last night where he expressed his disapproval of Rafe and you together. Although a small part of you doesn't care about his opinion, after his blatant disregard for your feelings.

“I don't think that's a great idea, Rafe, my parents are awake downstairs.” You try.

He’s quiet for a second, and then there's an incoming facetime from him. You answer the call and you see Rafe sitting up, shirtless, against his headboard. He has to fight his smile, seeing you laying on your side, hair cascading around your shoulder like a waterfall of curls.

“Is it because of last night?”

You mentally smack yourself for answering a call where he can see your face. Rafe always knew when you were lying. When you guys were 12 and 13, you covered for him when he broke one of Wards Golf awards and he figured out that you had a tell. You couldn't make eye contact.

“W-what?”

“The real reason you don't want to see me.” He says in a bored tone. “Is it because of Roman?”

“No.” You roll your eyes.

“Dont lie to me, Y/N.” The dominant tone he's taking right now has you rethinking your previous statements.

“Fine, yeah. It Is, Rafe.” Pulling the covers up to your chin. “He’s one of my best friends, and you're his cousin. It feels weird that things are like this. I can't stop thinking about that stupid fight.”

You hear shuffling on Rafe’s end and then the sound of keys.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm comin over.” You start to protest but he cuts you off. “I'm gonna take your mind off of it.”

He ends the call and you're left staring at the screen dumbfounded. Now that he’s ended the call, you see a whole slew of texts and missed calls from John B and Kie, and even JJ asking you to join in on the boat day they had today. Nothing from Roman. He was usually always the first to cave after an argument, seeking you out almost every time. The lack of contact, admittedly worried you.

You sigh, sitting up in bed now. There are so many questions swirling around in your head. What was Roman thinking about? Was he still angry with you? What was Rafe thinking about? Was he going to try something? How were you supposed to hide yet another boy in your room without invoking your Mothers anger? More importantly though, how did you look right now?

You spring up and run to the ensuite bathroom. Your hair, once pinned up with a claw clip, now falls loosely around you with flyaway curlies everywhere and you wore only Roman’s T Shirt and a pair of boy short panties as makeshift PJs. You pull your clip out and stare at the excess tendrils of hair falling around you, trying to finger comb them down.

“Is it even worth it, for real?” You ask yourself as you eye the brush that would no doubt make your situation worse. Deciding that, no, it isn't worth it, you grab your mouthwash and gargle a mouthful before spitting it out, rinsing your mouth, and washing your face.

Back in your room, you realise how hot and stuffy it is. You unlock the balcony doors that face the ocean, so that Rafe can get inside. Then you pad across the floor and unlatch your bedroom window, going to open it for the breeze but nearly screaming out loud as it's pushed open, seconds later. “Ahh!”

Rafes hand shoots out to cover your mouth as he precariously balances himself between your windowsill and the branch he's perched on. He gives you an exasperated look. “Jesus, I literally live 5 minutes away. Move.”

You clutch your chest and take a step back just as he pushes off of the branch and pulls himself through the window. “Why didn't you just climb onto the balcony, you could've fallen.” You comment as he steadies himself.

Rafe examines your face, stepping closer. “Your Mom had all the trees near it cut down, remember?”

You’d forgotten about that. As soon as you turned 15 your Mom had to escape-proof your room because of an incident involving a party, a week prior. Which included cutting down the trees near your balcony and removing the garden trellis that crept up right beside it, leaving only an old oak tree beside the window that was across from your bedroom door. “Oh, right.”

You back up and sit on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you. Rafe pushes his hair off of his forehead as he takes a seat. The sound of the movie playing is all that can be heard as you both quietly observe each other. He looks really good in his simple blue tee and basketball shorts, and you can't help the natural, girly giddiness you feel.

“You look really pretty.” he starts.

Letting out a small laugh, “Shut up. I look like I was about to go to sleep. You look good though.” You go to smack his chest playfully, but he catches your hand.

“You're still the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart flutters a little at his words, but you quell it and withdraw your hand slowly. One thing Rafe and his cousin had in common was their notoriety as two of the island's biggest playboys. “Don't say things you don't mean, Rafe.”

Rafe smiles at you knowingly, yet you don't know why. “Remember when we were like...” He thinks about it. “I was 9 and you were 8. We were playing hide and seek with a bunch of other kids at Olivia’s garden party?” He questions.

You remember. You’d gotten locked into the old outdoor cellar, while trying to use it as a hiding spot. You'd been locked in for what felt like hours as you plotted a way out, the music and ongoing party drowning out your cries. As a kid you remember thinking you’d be down there forever, You nod, telling Rafe to go on.

“You had all the other kids going crazy, we all thought you’d gotten kidnapped but we were too scared to tell anyone.” He chuckles at the memory. “But then you walked around the side of the house covered in dirt and I remember being so happy to see you. Even though you were crying and looked like a mess, running for your parents. You were the prettiest girl to me then. You're still that same girl, now.”

You make a face, scrunching your nose. “Why is my near death experience such a significant memory for you? I could've died, digging that little tunnel under the door.”

“But you didn't.” He laughs, ruffling your hair. “Jesus, you suck at accepting compliments.”

“Yeah, well, you kinda suck at giving them.” You smack his hands away, smoothing your mussed hair. His eyes shoot to your bare legs as your T-shirt rides up. Then they flick up to scrutinise the shirt itself and you wonder if he’ll mention anything about its owner.

Instead he tugs at the hem of it with a sudden mischievous glint in his eyes. “Anything under here?”

You blush. “Rafe, shut up.” You weren't expecting Rafe to be here right now in the first place. In fact, you'd tried to avoid it. Just because you guys got drunk and fooled around didn't mean you suddenly were into Rafe. That's just what teenagers do, right? Yeah, he may look like a god and he always smells good but you didnt wanna risk your friendship with him or Roman further.

“Make me.”

His fingers slip past the hem, teasing their way up your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you stop breathing. But when his fingers brush too close to your clothed pussy, you snatch at his wrist and he looks up at your face, fingers frozen over your core.

“Rafe, what do you want?”

“Honestly?” You nod, matching his heavy eye contact.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby. ” He inches his face closer to yours, while you slowly start to forget why you stopped him. “Right now I really want to make you cum on my fingers.” He only breaks eye contact as he presses his lips against yours roughly. You loosen your grip on his wrist, your inhibitions melting at his actions.

He takes the opportunity to press his thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft whine into his mouth. Your breaths mingle together, hearts beginning to race in sync with the electric tension that's filling the air.

Rafe cradles your face gently in one hand, fingertips tracing the delicate lines of your jaw as your tongues swirl against each other. His warm touch causes a shiver to go down your spine and he smirks into the kiss. You feel his heartbeat against your chest as he lowers you onto the bed, his fingers stroking you over your panties.

“Rafe,” You coo against his soft lips. “Keep touching me there.”

“Yeah, Princess? Like this?” Rafe drags his thumb around your clit in circles, increasing the pressure. Your hips grind involuntarily towards his hand as you nod, a moan escaping your lips.

“Shhh, be quiet.” He presses another short kiss to your lips, letting go of your face to yank your shirt up to your belly and focus his gaze on his handiwork.

Rafe continues to tease you, your panties preventing you from feeling his skin. He looks up at you, watching your reaction as he ghosts his fingers over your entrance again. You were suddenly filled with a longing for something more - an indefinable desire that was rooted in your core, and it made you shiver with pleasure.

Rafe smiles smugly as he watches you, his gaze tender yet smouldering. He leans forward and kisses you, your mouths exploring each other with an intensity that takes your breath away. With each kiss, your concerns about Roman faded away, replaced by something new and exciting and unbearably sweet.

When he finally pulls away, Rafe drags his hand away from your pussy to brush lightly against your hips, tracing a gentle line along the curve of your waist. You shiver again, skin prickling with pleasure as he moves his hands lower.

To your surprise his fingers lace between yours, and he gently tugs you towards him. “Do you want me to keep touching you, baby?” You nod desperately, extremely flushed. “Can you keep quiet?”

You nod again and before you can protest his fingers are in your panties. He teases you slowly, and his breathing becomes heavier. You're lost in a world of sensation as his thumb finds your clit again, beginning to create blissful, swirling patterns.

His fingers slowly trail lower, to your entrance, and you can feel your body responding to his touch, almost dripping over his fingers. Your skin is alive with a pleasure you've never felt before.

Rafe groans while you throw your head back as he begins pushing his index and middle fingers inside of you, the stretching sensation too intense for you to take it. You grab at his forearm as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, the heat from his touch making you moan.

”W-ait.” You attempt to push his arm away but he holds you in place with his free arm, his pace becoming more insistent. The painful stretch begins to fade into something much more pleasurable.

“Let me make you feel good,Y/N.”

Rafe moves his fingers at a quick pace, repeatedly stroking against your G-spot until you're a whining, moaning mess. As you begin to feel yourself nearing an orgasm, you silently beg him to stop before you could release, as if that would make this any better. Rafe, however, seemed to be enjoying your reaction and continued his assault, his fingers sliding deeper and faster.

You felt your entire body ignite with a pleasure that was both overwhelming and exquisite. Your hands find his shirt and you ball it up in your fists, feeling yourself release, squirting on his hand and your covers. You’re screaming muffled profanities into Rafes palm as your orgasm finally engulfs you. Your body goes limp with relief, your breathing ragged as you lie there, trembling.

Rafe withdraws his fingers and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You lay there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the pleasure you had just experienced. As you slowly sit up, fixing your panties, Rafe's smirk widens.

"That was quite the experience, hmm?" he says in a smug voice.

You could feel your cheeks flush and you quickly look away, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. Rafe leans closer and puts his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. "Hey, It's okay," he says softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just glad I made you feel that good. That was fun right?"

You nodded, your face still flushed with embarrassment. You look away again, not wanting to meet his gaze. ‘It's just that... I didn't expect it to feel that way. I'm kind of overwhelmed. Sorry if that sounds stupid.”

Rafe pulls you into his chest and wraps an arm around you. “It doesn't sound stupid. I get it, I've never seen a girl squirt before, either. I'm sorry if that was too much.”

You roll your eyes, as he can't see you, at his boyish thoughts. "It's fine, Rafe.” You pull away from Rafes hug and stare at your carpet awkwardly. Sensing your hesitance he looks away from you nonchalantly, “You tired?”

Seeing the question as an out, you meet his eyes and nod, feeling the atmosphere in the room change. His smile is small, disappointed. “I'll see you tomorrow then? Or Wednesday?” You furrow your eyebrows. “The dinner that your parents are hosting..?”

You remember your Dads statement earlier, the dinner and the surprise. “Oh, okay yeah. You're coming?”

“Yeah, So are Olivia and Roman.” Rafe replies as he stands up, wiping his cum covered hands on his shorts. You internally cringe at how awkward this interaction is turning out to be. It's your fault, you have to fucking ruin everything. You nod your head as if you aren't mentally cursing yourself out. “But hey, Y/N?”

You meet his expectant stare. “Yeah?”

He kisses your forehead before backing towards your window, smirking as he opens it once again. “I took your mind off of it, didn't I?” And with that he's gone.

⊱✿⊰

He did not, in fact, take your mind off of it.

Two hours later, you're still awake, staring at your ceiling fan trying to drown out the negative thoughts eating you alive. You had a tendency to overthink, and with that came anxiety. The best remedy for your anxiety was alcohol, which not only did you not have access too at the moment, but it also caused you to make dumb bitch decisions, occasionally. You couldn't help but crave it anyways.

You felt incredibly guilty and even ashamed that you let things go that far with Rafe, especially given the fact that he didn't seem to be concerned about your actual feelings about it.

As the minutes go by and sleep evades you, you give up rolling over to pick up your silenced phone. You have a slew of unanswered notifications but one name immediately catches your attention. Sitting up in bed you click on the notification, fast as shit.

45 Minutes Ago

Romeo: Jelli bbeen

Romeo: com to our beecfh

Rome: Plz im srory

Fuck, I'm a horrible person, you instantly hit the call button, knowing that he’s drunk off of his ass. When the call goes to voicemail straight away, you hop out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and crocs, slipping quietly out of your room determined to go make sure he's okay.

You pause at the top of the stairs, listening for the sound of your parents, when you hear nothing you creep down the carpeted stairs slowly.

FInally reaching the back door, you slide it open as quietly as you can and creep outside. Shutting it behind you, you turn around to walk towards Romans house when you spot a figure, down on the beach, near your family's dock.

You curse under your breath and hurry towards the figure. As you near, you can clearly see Romans broad torso hunched over, one arm laying on his knee holding a bottle of Jack and the other stuck in his extremely messy hair.

“Rome.” You call softly so as not to startle him.

He raises his head slightly, back to you, but doesn't move otherwise. “Jellybean?”

“Yeah... it's me, what's going on Roman?” You put a hand on his shoulder, sitting down beside him. “What are you doing sitting out here? It's almost Midnight.”

Roman looks at you in a mixture of melancholy and clear intoxication. His lips twitch into a slight frown, as if he is going to cry, but only momentarily, before he takes a shot and hands you the bottle. You take it, gratefully. “I needed to see you, talk to you.” He’s slurring, dangerously. ”I really fucking hate what happened yesterday.”

Before you reply you take a shot too, and sigh. “Which part?”

“All of it. I really fucking hated it all, guppy.” He turns towards you, his demeanor slightly more defeated than a minute ago. He was naturally a manic person, but when he was drunk, he went from tough guy to busting out every pet name in the book in hopes of being babied. “Seeing Rafe touch you, seeing you like it.... us fighting.”

Your eyes widen, slightly. “What does that even mean, Roman?

Roman stares at you with his sad green eyes, dejectedly. “I want to fix it. I fucked up and I want to fix it.” He taps the bottle in your hand and you hold eye contact as you take another drink, passing it to him afterwards, him doing the same.

“It's not entirely your fault, Roman.” You let your eyes fall to the sand between you. You hated lying, but you didn't know what was going on in his head and telling him about Rafe being in your room, less than 3 hours ago, would possibly just serve to make him more upset. “I shouldn't have kissed Rafe.” You omit the part about you grinding and cumming on his dick, for Romans sake.

He grabs your hand in his and pulls you to scoot closer, you do. “Ya’guys only kissed cuz’ I never talked to you about us.” he says. “M’ sorry if I hurt you baby. I love you, Y/N. I really fucking love you.” He cups your face, dragging his thumbs across your cheeks.

You hold your breath, deja vu from a few weeks ago hits you square in the chest. This is exactly how he kissed you the first time. You've wanted to hear those words from him for weeks, hoping that he was secretly in love with you too, not while he was this heavily inebriated, however.

You gently grab his hands and squeeze them, lowering them so they are between you both. “Maybe we should talk about this in the morning, bubba?”

Roman's lip starts trembling, barely noticeable, at the nickname. “Y/N, no. You deserve an explanation, please let me explain.” He whines. “I do love you. It wasn't about you.” He looks at your joined hands for a moment before placing a kiss on your knuckles and peering hesitantly up into your eyes.

You couldn't help but want to hear him out. Your heart constricts as he begins speaking in a pained voice. “It's my Mom, Y/N. Shes fucking insane. Do you remember, 9th grade, I was with Allie Mcentyre?”

You nod, pensively. You'd been friends with Allie that year, because she was dating Roman, before she abruptly cut you off. Roman seemed not to care, so you didn't either. “Yeah before she ditched us.”

He grimaces. “She didn't ditch us, Y/N.” You furrow your eyebrows in question. “She was the first girl I ever brought around Mom, and the entire fucking time, she gaslit and- and lied an' manipulated both of us." Roman pauses as he hiccups, and gathers his words. "She would text her cryptic shit from my phone and then delete it so that it seemed like her angry texts were random, she’d tell her that she wasn't good enough for me and me the same. Allie told me she didnt want to see me anymore after my mom told her mom that I’d been having sex with multiple girls at a time.” He chuckles. “I was still a fucking virgin. She just wanted to ruin what I had. I realized she’s only going to let me be with someone that she chooses for me.”

“Roman...” Your mouth opens and shuts while you process your next words. “Im so fucking sorry, that I didnt know about that. That's literally insane.”

Roman chuckles drily, you pull him into a bone crushing hug. “It's okay, I didn't tell you.”

You squeeze him and pull away. "I shouldve been there for you, I'm sorry."

Roman shakes his head, placing a hand back on your cheek, thumb resuming its soft, delicate strokes. “No. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. I love you, jellybean, please don't be mad at me.”

You gently press your palm against his hand but this time you don’t remove it. “I could never stay mad at you, Roman. I love you too.” How could you ever be angry with this side of him? Nobody ever gets to see this side but you. The whiskey stupor you were beginning to feel caused you to zero in on the tall boy beside you.

His lazy, responsive smile is so boyish and sweet, it makes you buzz with desire, and briefly you recall wondering what it would feel like to do what you did with Rafe, with Roman instead. They are different in more ways than they were similar. Roman is hard and broken, but his pure heart radiates through the cracks, whereas Rafe was a tried and true asshole, though you had to confess you didn't know him as well as you knew the boy in front of you.

“Y/N?” Roman bites his lip and a slight frown forms between his brows as he glances down at your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

In lieu of answering, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull him to you, desperately connecting your lips. You caught Roman off guard but he quickly grabs ahold of your waist in his free hand, managing to hastily pull you onto his lap.

As your mouths slowly move together, a warm electrifying feeling spreads through you, time seems to slow down, allowing you to focus solely on his lips and the emotions they were making you feel. His hands find yours, intertwining them with his, solidifying the bond you two were experiencing.

You couldn't help but think about the way Rafe kissed you earlier, only in that his kiss was much less intimate, yet more hungry and physically intense. WIth Roman, it was a slow dance of tongues and lips meshing that made you soaked for him in a completely different way. You purposely rolled your hips over his and he groans, squeezing your joined hands. You break the kiss and lean back slightly, admiring the boy who has your heart.

“Hmm, baby?” His lips look a delicious, puffy red and his eyes are half lidded, he looks so sexy right now. Before you could help it, you’re grinding your pussy against his member again, both of you letting out satisfied moans at the friction. “Y/N, shit. What are you doing to me?”

The whiskey in your system has your body acting on its own, out of sexual frustration from the months of built up tension between you two, desperate to explore it with him. You just let his cousin finger fuck you. Fuck, two shots wouldn't be enough.

You pick up the bottle of Jack Daniels, resigned to the choices you were about to make, and downed two or three shots. You force yourself to ignore the burn, and Romans drunk, questioning gaze as you tipped his chin and poured some into his mouth. He shakes his head with a grimace, swallowing down the shitty tasting alcohol.

Without wasting a beat, you begin peppering kisses along his neck, and he lets out a spur of dirty, drunken noises from the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good?” You can't help but tease your clit along his clothed erection again, body moving intoxicatedly of its own free will, chasing the friction his shorts provided, as he struggles to answer and resigns to nodding. You move your mouth up to his ear, sucking softly on it before whispering, “Roman, I want you so bad, want you to fuck me.”

“Wh-” Instantly his hands are on your hips, pushing you slightly back. “Jellybean, what?” He seems almost instantly sobered as he examines your features. "I thought you were a virgin?” You flush at your own obviousness, feeling it even over the warmth of the alcohol coursing through you.

“Well... I mean, I am. But, I want you to be the first.” You grip onto the bottom of his shirt, glancing down, doing your best not to appear as the tipsy, desperate slut you feel like.

Roman sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a second, squeezing your hips gently. “Y/N, I dont know about you, but Im really fucked up right now.” You nod, still not looking up but he lowers his head, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I want it to be good for you. I want it to be special, not like this, pretty girl.”

Your eyes begin to well up quickly, in humility at the perceived rejection and you look out at the ocean, wiping at your tears before they can fall. “I'm sorry, Rome, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry.”

“Love, you aren't stupid. Believe me when I say I want this as bad as you.” Roman shocks you when he removes your hand, that's clutching his shirt, to place it on his hard length. “This is what you fucking do to me, baby. And when the time is right, I won't just be the first, I'll be the last too.” He gives you a lopsided smirk and a delicate kiss on the lips.

You offer him a small smile in response, he was being such sweetheart and you felt horrible. At the forefront of your clouded brain, you were desperate to replace Rafe's touch with Roman's as if it would erase your prior actions, but you shove it to the back, focusing on his reassurance. "Is that a promise?"

“Of course, it is. I know I've been so wrapped up in my own head, trying to keep everything...normal, but I don't want to do that anymore.” He pulls you close again and rests his forehead against yours. “I want this, baby. I want you.”

No, no, no. Roman, dont. Not right now. The guilt is going to crush you. You look down. “Will you be my girlfriend?” His hopeful eyes await yours.

You're quiet for a beat too long before you slowly look back into his expectant face. “I can't, Roman... my Dad. You know how he is.” It's bullshit, but he doesn't know it. Yeah your dad would have an aneurysm but you didn't care in the slightest. You had to make sure that Rafe wouldn't say anything about what you guys did, and break things off with him first, before you made an even bigger mess. Roman was wasted, he might not even remember this in the morning.

Romans face falls a bit at your words. He just promised to endure his mothers psychopathy for you and you wouldn't even return the favour? You hate the look that flashes across his face and hurry to reassure him. “I'll talk to him, okay? After dinner on Wednesday.”

He nods somberly, “Yeah, okay. If you want to.”

You grab his face and plant a kiss on his pouty lips. “I do, Romeo, don't worry. And I promise, I will.”

He laughs at that, loving the nickname. You made many mistakes, but you wouldn't let this be one of them. The feelings that the boy under you made you feel, compared to absolutely nothing else. At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

[yomica12345]

Royal AU?

I know there are plenty of Royal AUs in the Sanders Sides fandom already but... If I were to do one who would you want to be royalty? I may take the results of this poll into consideration as I'm coming up with my concept, but I'll give you a little peek of what to expect by sharing my placeholder title: Royals and Wizards. Are the royals not going to be wizards or are they wizards themselves? Who knows? Also I may have multiple Princes so... make sure to reblog especially if it means others may want the same side(s) to be royalty. But the first place vote will be the concept I will ultimately be going with for this au.

Here are possible concepts for what each side(s) au may be like if they're at the top of the poll:

Roman and Remus:

Two brothers fighting for the crown as their parents aren't exactly sure which of them is the oldest. In order to have a chance at the crown they must find love and be the first to marry. Who would find love first or would it just be a race to get someone to agree to a marriage?

Virgil:

Virgil never wanted the responsibility of a kingdom to be placed on his shoulders but with the King and Queens passing the mantel will soon fall to him. Unable to handle the stress Virgil decides to run away to try and escape the responsibility. Will he be able to escape the crown or will he be found in time to be crowned king?

Logan:

Prince Logan has got it bad for Virgil. (Yes, Analogical because I'm obsessed) But betrothed from a young age Logan has to decide to whether to take up his responsibility as the prince to marry someone for the good of the kingdom or take the decision into his own hands and go with the man he truly loves. (In this one Logan would most likely be a wizard so wizard antics would definitely play a part in the story)

Patton:

As heir to the thrown Patton needs to find someone who he can trust to rule along side him and in order to this a selection is held. (Yes like based off the Selection Series but make it gay and Sander Sides) Meeting with different suitors Patton has trouble narrowing the list of suitors down. Will he be able to find The One?

Janus:

Janus has had a rivalry with a prince of a neighboring kingdom since he was young. (Not sure who the other prince would be yet) Wanting to get back at this other prince he sneaks into their kingdom and their sleeping quarters in order to steal something as leverage against them. However his plan goes awry as he's caught and his lies have him committing himself to spying on himself for this prince who actually just wants to win his heart. Will Janus end up developing feelings back? He certainly hopes not.

P.S. I might come out with another poll later for who you may want to see as a wizard.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

you mentioned in the tags of that burnout post that its been 6 years and you still havent gotten to everything you wanted to in laoft, just out of curiosity are there any fics youve had in mind since the beginning/early on that youre still planning on writing but havent yet?

mostly prequels ive referenced but never gotten around to actually writing

the time as young teens/middle schoolers roman fell out of tree, hit his head and lost consciousness and logan had a week-long catastrophic meltdown about it (this is titled 'logan and the terrible horrible no good very bad week' in my documents)

a fic about very early LAMP dealing with/talking out romans habit of agreeing to or initiating things he doesnt actually want to do in order to protect himself from anything he perceives as them being mad at him

midquel during what you choose to put in the ground, were patton and logan discuss roman the day after meeting him and whether or not theyre going to try and be his friend

Virgil misunderstanding a human cultural thing because of movies/tv and assuming its like, Legally Required Of Him to ask permission of LMPs parents to marry them, so he goes to shelley first sweating bullets and shelleys like 'oh sweetheart' and we get a little bonding moment for them

more companions to Wit where i show all of the lamp combos moment of Realization when they fall in love

silly tea leaf reading fic that been languishing 3 sentences long for like 5 years

may and night!roman the first time she teaches him magic

logans flower shop opening

death threat jar.... TWO

gc goes camping

may and roman visiting abby's grave when he's a kid (9-10) and him feeling conflicted about it because he doesnt remember her/worrying he doesnt love her 'enough'

a more bittersweet companion to Requiem with Linda and Remus and their families

i really want to do more guidebook entries but i got a new computer and lost my copy of clipstudio and cant figure out how to get it back XD so i have to wait until i figure that out or buy a new copy

May + virgil hurt/comfort reminiscing about Greta and Trudi.

Dot and Larry romance fic featuring alternating cheerleader and heckler abby

analogical word association games (analogical because logan has a ginormous vocabulay and virgil is hundreds of years old, so the goal winds up being trying to say a word the other doesnt know or doesnt know enough words to play off of)

We've had badass protective LAM but i have one for Patton thats languishing as well

Virgil stumbling up on the Gage's hunting blind, which used to be Greta and Toby's house and is now derelict

fae specific idioms vs wickhills specific idioms

fire poker drama with roman and dot - he finds out about it and is uuuuuh. unhappy, to say the least

roman doing knot/weaving/braiding magic like his mom on his and linda's hair

a day in the life of dr. emile picani the only psychotherapist in a town full of magically traumatized people only he is qualified to treat (AKA So Much Pressure)

Dot and Larry with a very young Logan realizing that they have a child who physically can't lie and that it would therefore be extremely easy for them to violate his boundaries and privacy without even meaning to, and them talking about how to handle that

theres other stuff in the someday file, but these are the once ive had from or almost from the start

[skeletinmoss]

The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 24: Highs and lows

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Roman managed to make his way to the dining hall where Virgil was waiting for him.

It was a cozy space somewhat central to the castle with a magic ceiling that imitated the evening sky outside.

Along the walls were little pedestals jutting out with artfully incorporated luminescent crystals that compensated for the fading daylight.

“Hi,” Virgil greeted.

Roman looked from the paintings lining the wall to his partner. Partner?

He was still trying out what kind of term felt right. If he was going to introduce Virgil to his parents he’d have to have that much figured out. But their relationship had formed in a very nontraditional way. They had fought side by side, shared memories, died together, had a direct line to each other’s emotions and could have private conversations without exchanging a single word.

On the other hand, they knew each other for less than a week.

Maybe they should have a chat about that before heading out.

“Hey,” he bid as he sat down next to Virgil and took in the spread of food choices.

“Wow,” he breathed. He wasn’t sure where to start.

Virgil chuckled. “I think Thomas overdid it a bit, but it is sweet. He’s handling some last affairs before he has dinner and goes to bed.

And after this,” Virgil gestured to their dinner. “I was thinking we’d maybe share some last memories. I have… One thing I want to show you, so you know what you are getting yourself into. And I’m sure you have things you are curious about as well.”

Roman could tell he was nervous.

He took his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. He was not going to be scared off.

Virgil smiled at him.

"Let's eat," he suggested. Not fully convinced, but Roman let it go.

"So... how do you feel about meeting my parents?" Roman asked. "Really, I mean."

Virgil smiled. "I know they are wonderful people. You, Patton, and Logan are all fond of them. So they have to be pleasant to meet. And experience has taught me that I tend to make a good impression. Being a long-standing council member and all that," he winked.

Roman couldn't argue against that.

"How... what do we call, us?" he asked a bit flustered.

Virgil was confused for a moment, but soon put together where Roman's heart was at.

"I believe the term dating applies to us. We are exploring romantic feelings but have not yet labeled ourselves a couple," he offered. Roman relaxed. That... that was good. He could work with that.

Having had enough of serious conversation, Roman brought up the feeling of flying. Virgil chuckled, amused and while they ate thru silently conversed about flying and kissing and cuddling and kissing.

They got verry into the conversation about kissing.

Soon, Roman found himself pulled towards Virgil's chambers, occasionally pausing to steal a kiss. He felt excited. He felt like a teenager sneaking off with his crush.

Virgil's lips were on his as they walked through the magically opened door into his bed chambers.

He pulled back for breath, getting a disapproving huff from Virgil, who kicked the door shut and somehow pushed him onto the bed, both gentle and firm.

"Never have I had a lover who managed to work me up this much without touching me," Virgil scolded playfully.

"Sorry?" Roman said breathlessly.

"Don't be. I like it. But unless you want to see this through to the end, we should get some rest now," Virgil pointed out.

Roman blushed fiercely. He untangled his fingers from Virgil's hair and unhooked his legs from his hips. He was acting like such a floozy. What must Virgil think of him!?

"Now, none of that. We both got carried away," Viril pointed out. Retrieving one had from under Roman's shirt and the other off his ass.

Oh, wow.

“Like I said, no harm, no foul. The last thing I want to do though, is push you too far,” Virgil assured him gently, making Roman melt. The Elder High Mage pulled him closer into a cuddle as he felt he was still more than comfortable in his proximity.

“Let me show you all you need to know,” he whispered gently.

And Roman closed his eyes and nestled against his chest, following his breathing…

He opened his eyes. He hadn’t been a high mage too long yet. The guild sent him to a small village to check on a wild beast tearing up the place.

Remus was technically also available, but he’d most likely cause more damage than the creature.

He took in a deep breath and pushed onward. No use dawdling now.

He continued his path, looking for the mayor’s home, but he didn’t get that far.

Before he properly entered the town, he noticed the crater just a bit off the road. And as he made his way up the main road, something darted by him faster than a normal animal would. Not to mention, he could smell the magic on the little creature. And it was little.

He looked around and walked up to the nearest home, knocking on the door.

“Who goes there?” someone demanded.

“I’m from the guild. Could I trouble you for any kind of meat? And maybe some berries?” he asked. He could go hunt something in the woods, but that would take time and that would just be more stress for everyone involved.

“… Hold on,” the person on the other side decided. He heard him move away from the door, and moments later return. The door opened just enough to pass two little packages of the requested food through. “Thank you very much,” Virgil bid. He walked over to the alley he was pretty sure the creature had disappeared into. He sat down and opened the packaging, spicing the food up with his own magic.

Then he took a deep breath and focused. Sending out his own magic in soft waves.

It took a while, but soon enough he saw movement in the alley. He didn’t react though. Just kept on meditating and sending out waves of calm energy.

And finally he saw what was the source of all this commotion.

It was small alright. It would probably fit in his satchel even if it wasn’t magically enlarged.

It's midnight fur glistening and his eyes were adorable little galaxies.

A star pup.

It very carefully approached, looking around cautiously.

Poor thing probably was just as frightened by the shouting and running townsfolk as they were of him. If not more.

He didn’t speak, wanting the little guy to eat something before he tried to connect with him.

What was the little pup doing here alone? He should be running through night skies with his pack. Only coming down on moonless nights to feed.

But the moon had been full last night. And now it was broad daylight.

The pup approached, now paying more attention to the meat and berries that laid before him. He looked up at him. He lowered his head, indicating he didn’t mean any harm.

With his eyes downcast he didn’t notice the pup approaching him until he felt him lick at his hand. He looked up and locked eyes with the creature.

And as their eyes met he was reminded of something his mother told him. That eyes were the windows to the souls. And he wondered if the pup was trying to read his soul to see if he was safe.

He lowered his guard regardless. The pup kept staring, cocking his little head curiously.

He chuckled and gently stroked the pups fur. Well, this might be ill advised, but he needed the pup to know it was alright to eat at the very least. He gently tangled his magic into the creature’s fur. He was going for something temporary, like the bracelets he’d made dozens of times when he was a kid.

But the way he felt the pup’s magic tangle with his own and how there now were some undertones of purple in his fur told him that he’d overdone it.

The pup promptly settled into his lap and started eating the food. He chuckled.

He didn’t know how the little guy had gotten here, but unless he found his mother, he was stuck with him.

“Good boy, Stardust,” he sighed as he stroked the little troublemaker’s fur affectionately.

He felt the hold on the memory loosening and took charge.

He was 10 and following Patton, who was excitedly leading him and Logan to the barn to show them something.

He brought them to the sheep enclosure. There were a few sheep napping in the hay. It took him a few moments to realize what was off about the picture. But then he realized each had an extra bump of wool curled up beside them. One of the bumps stirred and up popped an adorable little head.

He stifled a squeal. Not wanting to disturb the mothers or the other babies.

The lamb looked right at it and promptly got up. Wobbling over to inspect the strangers.

"I like him," he smiled as he let the little guy smell his hand.

"Mama, let me name them. I called that one Roman," Patton said. Logan snorted.

"Because he is brave!" Patton insisted in a rushed whisper.

"He'll do the name proud," he stated, watching as lamb Roman curiously followed a butterfly that had gotten into the stable.

He felt adored and let go of the memory.

He found himself walking down a corridor with Remy, reminiscing on his time as a student when suddenly Remy doubled over.

"Remy?!" he gasped in shock.

"Damn it. Emile is down somewhere. Oh. Oh, I hate stomach related deaths. Oh, this I'd not fun," Remy complained.

"Can I do something? Should I get a doctor?" he asked hopelessly. Remy chuckled.

"Nah, just give us to the ocean. He'll get us home. Ugh. Oh boy. See ya on the next run," he promised and then collapsed into him. Lifeless.

Then he was racing Stardust as he made his rounds aiming the villages under his protection when suddenly, he saw a familiar face. It was a young Emike, sitting by a lake looking wistfully in the distance.

He landed behind him and took human form.

"What troubles you, kid?" he asked, just barely succeeding in pretending he had no clue who this was.

The boy shot up with a blush.

"I... I'm sorry, milord," he stammered with a bow.

"Nothing to apologize for. Now, what has you so melancholy. It does not suit you," he said. It really didn't.

The boy, who was definitely Emile, blushed and looked away.

"We just moved here. And it is a great town but..."

"But you left someone behind," he concluded knowingly.

Emile looked up in shock and nodded.

"It's... I never told him. So I..."

"Wonder if he'd have come with if you did?" he finished once again.

Emile was speechless but nodded.

"Want to find out?" he offered mischievously.

He blinked, and then he was riding Stardust with Emile clinging to him.

"Why do I trust you?" The teenager asked.

"Little late to ask that," he chuckled.

"No. I mean... it feels like I know you," Emile insisted.

He just chuckled. "We're here," he announced as they came to a stop.

Emile looked around, gasped, and then clumsily jumped off Stardust.

"Don't go breaking your neck now!" he called after him bemused. A bit too loud, but that was intentional.

It caused the young man walking home to look up, see Emile rushing towards him, drop his firewood and run to meet him.

They jumped in each other's embrace and blurted out love confessions to one another.

And then they kissed. It was long and sweet, and then they pulled apart.

"That's a tie!" He called out.

The duo looked up in surprise and then lit up at seeing him.

A mischievous feeling overtook him. Like when you share a secret, you shouldn't know. He was reading in the library, and Remy was messing about with books. He looked up in time to see a book fall down after being put back carelessly. He stopped its fall just in time.

Remy looked up wide-eyed at his would be killer.

"That would have been embarrassing," the lover mage mused.

"Be more careful then," he chided. Going back to his reading.

Next, he heard a thud followed by a body hitting the ground. He looked up, and he was a bit dumbstruck at what he saw. A bigger book had apparently hit Remy in the head and done him in.

He blinked and walked into the courtyard where two 16 year old reincarnated mages were welcomed back. He locked eyes with Remy, who gave him a warning glare. He mimed, sealing his lips. But he'd never quite let him forget.

He felt light with laughter, and then he was 14 and at Patton's looking for Logan, who was supposed to bring out the jam a while ago.

He stopped in his tracks when he caught Logan three quarters into what just an hour ago had been a full jar of jam.

"P- please don't tell," his studious friend pleaded embarrassedly.

In a moment of quick thinking, he knocked the jar out of Logan's hand. Causing it to fall and break.

"We’ll just say you dropped it. No one will wonder where the rest of the jam went," he mused as he carefully picked up the pieces and headed to the dumpster.

No one, but he and Logan ever knew what really happened to the jam. Well, now one other person knew.

For a moment, it was like laughter was all he was. Light and free and pure joy. But then there was a drop of sadness. Nervousness. He felt something of himself pull away, but he rushed back in. He did not mind this fragile moment. It was beautiful to him, too.

Tentative and careful and reluctant and apologetic, he found himself back somewhere familiar... the council room.

He was exhausted. Everyone was tense. Most of all, the king

Janus and Gustav didn't have good news for them.

The great dragon was a mere legend at this point. His power and myth were doubted, assumed to be exaggerated.

And that cost them an important deterrent. Troops were being gathered. War was inevitable.

"What of the mad mage?" The king wondered, looking at the empty chair.

"Remus is just as much a danger to our side as theirs, my king. He lacks restraint," Gustav warned.

No one could argue with that.

The king got up from his throne and started pacing.

"We need something big and unstoppable. Something that sends a message so none will dare ammas forces against our borders again..." he muttered frantically.

"My king. We are all exhausted. I propose a brief recess so we may rest and return with fresh eyes in an hour," he offered.

The king looked at him for a long moment.

"... one hour," he agreed.

Everyone got up. "A word, Star Mage," the king said before he could leave for his room. He turned to his king and nodded.

Soon, he was left alone with the king.

The king walked to his throne, he stepped onto the center of the room. Following decorum but feeling tense. The binding magic was so much stronger here.

The king sat down, and it felt as if tendrils pulled him into a kneeling position. He didn't struggle. He would have knelt on his own time. But he wondered if the king realized how powerful the hold of his oath was right now. Even unspoken commands seemed to compel him.

He didn't know which option worried him more.

"You have sworn yourself to the dragon's line," he mused. A cold chill went through him.

"Yes, my king," he confirmed.

"And on top of that, you have sworn yourself to my reign," the king continued.

"Indeed your majesty," he said. His tone not betraying his inner panic. He'd worried about this. But he'd thought he'd see the signs and be able to disappear for a while. There had been none. He hadn't thought of desperation. He did not mention a superseding oath he had sworn. One to the protection of the people. If the king's plan endangered them, he could fight it. If not...

"And, should your injuries in battle be too grave, you revive instantly, in a blaze of burning fire that scorches whichever enemy is unfortunate enough to be near?" There was a touch of remorse in his tone. The king had made his decision, but Arthur's heir did not like it. He tried to object to dissuade him. But another invisible tendril closed his throat and squeezed out the answer to the king's question.

"Yes, my king."

The king sighed and rose. "I, king Samuel of the blood of the dragon king, order you to meet the enemy troops. Kill as many as you must to have them flee. And make it so that those who do flee cannot take up arms against us ever again. May they be haunted by the screams of their fallen comrades and bless the gods for their luck." There was mourning in the king's voice.

He rose and laid a hand to his heart.

"As you wish it, so it shall be done," he swore.

And then he was on the border, facing the encampment. About 10.000 men, that was the number Janus and Gustav had estimated.

Silent tears running down his face. Resistance would only worsen their suffering. The order sat in every ounce of his being.

He tightened his hold on his daggers.

"By order of my king. Leave the border if you wish to proceed with peace," he tried. The order left him room to negotiate a peaceful surrender. He could come up with a harmless spell that would make it so none of these soldiers ever picked up a weapon again.

He wasn't too hopeful.

He deflected the arrow that was sent as answer with a disintegrating shield.

"Once more. Leave." He pleaded.

A barrage of arrows. This time, he let them hit, and he did not hold back on his reincarnation. Finding a wide area around him scorched and a few encampments on fire.

"Final warning. Please leave!" He pleaded. They didn't leave.

He was fast. The movements well practiced. The order making it easier somehow. That and the primal instinct to survive took over. That didn't make it any easier to live with.

50 men were dead before the order to kill him fully left the captain's mouth. That was the last thing the man ever said.

In his mind, the first fifty were lucky. They didn't really know what was coming for them. They were dead before they could fear.

50 of 10 000 is not much. But it is still a lot of death to happen in a single moment. A lot to be inflicted by a single man. And seeing the flag and the captain both go down was generally a hit to moral.

More died once they started fighting back. Every reincarnation took out at least ten in a single moment. 200 lives lost. Some started to flee.

It would not be the last lethal order he was given. He didn't know how many lives were ended by his hand over the years. It was not the only time the order was given with reluctance and intended room for mercy.

But there had also been sloppy orders that had unintentionally allowed him to spare many.

There had been cruel ones, too. Those reigns did not last long, thankfully.

Even when he saw it coming. He didn't leave. If not him, someone else. If not him, then the people and the loss of life would be on both sides.

But still...

He was in a dark room... no, in the middle of the night sky.

He looked around. Where did that light come from...

Oh... he looked at himself. He was glowing like moonlight...

Pure white fabric that no human hands could make hung of him, a long silverware cape behind him.

Roman looked around. Why was he alone... he wasn't. There was a figure of nights, almost invisible among the rest. Curled up in a ball. Grieving. Almost invisible if not for the fact that he could feel his sadness and guilt inside him. He rushed towards him and embraced him. He was not afraid. His love endured.

Arms held him in return, and a tears stained face nestled against his chest. Shame and relief washed past him.

He stroked midnight hair soothingly and remembered when he was young. A bully had punched Patton and grabbed Logan by his shirt. He has tackled the bully to the ground, and when he was pulled off of him, the whimpering boy had a split lip, a broken nose, and he was missing a tooth. When he looked for his friends, they had been scared.

He remembered Patton, after he'd officially picked herbology as his specialization.

"Gosh Ro. I gotta say, I'm a little surprised. I thought for sure that you'd go for martial crafter."

He'd laughed it off. But in his heart he'd been full of the horror he'd felt when he saw the damage he'd done with his bare fists and the shame when he realized his friends were scared of him.

It was not comparable. But he hoped it would make his lovely star feel understood.

He felt his love pull back and let him. Keeping his hands on his arms.

He looked at the way the long tresses fell over his bedazzled shoulders and was in awe of the little sun burning where his heart was.

He stroked his face and kissed him sweetly. He pulled him up slowly. He found that the floor under them was actually water, and their movements gently rippled the mirror like surface.

He turned his attention back to the still saddened mage before him. He guided his hands. Holding one in his own. The other on his shoulder, after which he took hold of his waist. And he led him in a dance.

The water moving with them. A small smile played on sparkling face before him, and the heart grew a bit.

Encouraged, he spoke softly, not disturbing the lovely night.

"All of you, my dear. That is who I'd like to love. And if you find any part unlovable, I will love that tenfold.

Let me love you as you are. Let me love every piece crafted by those you loved before. Can you grant me such a blessing?" He pleaded.

A happy tear ran down the other nan's face, joining the ocean below, and he kissed him.

Somewhere, music started playing, and they danced. Slow at first. But as Virgil's heart glowed and grew, their dance became bolder, and the ocean soared up in waves around them as though dancing with them. Virgil's swing remained pure midnight. But his robes turned into glorious sunlight. A look at their joined hands told Roman that his skin had shifted to the blue of a midday sky with gentle white clouds nestled against the blue.

It was glorious. It was private, and at the same time, Roman felt as though they were witnessed by every last one of his ancestors and the gods themselves.

He didn't care, though. He danced the night away with Virgil, and he was not sad anymore.

They kissed. Embraced by stats and ocean and moon and sun they kissed like tomorrow might never come...

And then he woke up.

[beerdobaradoblog]

I Met My Mentor Accidentally

with Patton Ozlivon & Nia Sarpong

In the past few days, Patton had no tattoos yet, he had many doubts about life…

2. Keeping up with young entrepreneurs...

3. While Patton was busy talking on his cell phone, someone approached him.

4. Nia: Sir, Hello there sir… Patton: ???

5. Patton: Who are you?

6. Nia: Umm, excuse me sir, and good evening too…

7. Nia: My name is Nia Sarpong, I'm a Tattoo Artist…

Patton: What do you need?

8. Nia: I was passing by this street and saw the signs posted in front of your house, are you a Tattoo Artist too?

9. Patton: Nope and my business has not started yet.

Nia: Oh, is that so?

10. Patton: Why do you ask that? Do you have a connection to what I mentioned? Nia: it's possible!

11. Nia: before I answer your questions...We're practically neighbors, I live in the other building so we're not far apart if we meet again.

12. Nia: I've been tattooing for a long time, ever since I was a teenager. I inherited it from my parents. Patton: Wow, that's wonderful!

13. Patton: Me? We are different, neither of us has the experience you mentioned.

14. Nia: Why do you have Tattoo Signs in front of your house?

15. Patton: I invested with a business partner, a Tattoo Artist but he left me in the air so my Tattoo Parlor is stagnant. Why, can you help me with my situation?

Nia: I can help you with that….but not in that way…

16. Nia: Sir, all you need is courage and self-confidence.

Patton: What do you mean?

17. Nia: You will run your own business, you will be the Tattoo Artist yourself!

Patton: I'm old enough to be a Tattoo Artist.

18. Nia: There's no age limit, everyone starts from nothing. I'll teach you myself so you can get started…

Patton: Hmm, let's see if I can still do it?

19. Patton: And besides, clients won't believe me that I'm a Tattoo Artist because my skin is so virgin, there's no art at all and everything is clean.

Nia: Sir, remember that I am a woman and I have also done men's work as a Tattoo Artist.

20. Patton: I admire you because you were brave and took on that job!

Nia: Sir, I need to support my family, especially in my case, I have one child to raise!

21. Patton: Oh, is that so? I need to get married so I can really have something to do?

Nia: Sir, even if you're single, you can do that!

22. Nia: All you need to do is take action and start a new perspective on life and hope!

Patton: Yeah, you're right, I lost sight of those things. I need to get them back!

23. They discussed getting tattoos on Patton's body, tattooing customers, and more for hours, but the moon was too high to interrupt the conversation.

24. For Patton, it was a good start when he met Nia Sarpong.

25. The same goes for Nia Sarpong, who had a happy night meeting Patton Ozlivon.

To be continued...

[31nightshade]

Look

Logan all the detective stuff.

Virgil is all fighting and flight/vigilantly.

I will make robin OC's same with villains

Superman Patton of courses.

Wonder woman Janus bc irony

Remus green lantern

Roman flash

I NEED YOU GAYS TO HERE ME OUT ON THIS OK

Logan and Virgil grew up as. Child hood best friend both of there parents ran a company together and the night of the murder the 6 of them where coming home from the movies when the hit man killed both set of parents living Virgil and Logan with no one but each other except for Alfred Logan's families Butler because Virgil couldn't stand being alone in his home he moved in with Logan and Alfred (he still has his perants property) and together they decided that they didn't want anyone else to go through what they had to.

Logan started to draw back into his head becoming distant from the world (only Virgil can truly bring him back)set out to learn every thing about the world & how to become the world's greatest detective. And Virgil went from an anxious mess to angry at the evil (he could never truly be angry tho especially after learning about them as people) so he set out to learn every way to fight. (never how to kill tho) But after they learned what they wanted they came together and learned everything from echother.

And when they start out they set rules for each other and hold each accountable. They do what they worked to do and fight the evil that hurt them, but they always hold empathy to their villains bc they now know villains aren't born they are made so they always offer them a second chance and do there best to never let them die in stead sending them to arcom the most secured rehabilitation center/prison.

One night Virgil forces Logan to take a Break and they go to the circus Logan eventually starts having a good time bc Virgil is (and if anxious Virgil can enjoy him self then so can Logan) an they watch as a man in the crowd unknowtist by everyone else anf shoot two the adult members of the family of 3 traipses act and that's how they end up with a son gabien also know as robin the boy wonder.

@universallytravelerpirate

I @ u as an apology for not finishing my though/ not sending it to u fist even though I know u probably don't mind lol

[the-officially-kat]

🍂 SANDERS SIDES GILMORE GIRLS GUYS AU 🍂

PLOT INFO:

Roman Gilmore and his twin brother Remus were like any other rebellious teenagers from a wealthy high society family

But when Roman was sixteen he experimented with his sexuality and ended up getting his classmate, the daughter of a family friend, pregnant

The friend is forced by her parents to have the baby and with Roman and Remus’ help, as soon as the baby is born, she runs away

Feeling suffocated and desperate to live his own life and raise his newborn son Phillip on his own terms, Roman also runs away (with Remus in tow) but to the small cozy town of Stars Hollow

He obtains a low level job at The Independence Inn and eventually works his way up to manager and becomes best friends with the head chef Patton St. James and is a frequent visitor of the local diner that’s owned by Virgil Danes

(and Roman dreams of one day opening a bed and breakfast that has an outdoor theatre)

Meanwhile, Remus went from working as the janitor to the main produce supplier of the town who likes to combine fruits and veggies

With only visiting on holidays, Roman thought he was done with his parents until Phillip, who now at sixteen is academically inclined, got into the private school Chilton and Roman couldn’t afford it

Wanting to give his son a good future, Roman went to his and Remus’ parents, Janus and Logan Gilmore, for the money

Janus Gilmore is the queen of high society, he’s a proud man who takes pride in the events he creates and hosts

Logan Gilmore, the head of the family, is very studious and is quite content with his life as an insurance man

They agree to give Roman the money on one condition: He, Remus, and Phillip attend a weekly dinner until Phillip graduates

What follows is seven years of romance, friendship, unresolved familial issues, growing up, and plenty of Friday Night Dinners

ADDITIONAL INFO:

At Chilton, Phillip becomes friends with fellow classmate Thomas Sanders and they grow close as the years go on

While Logan’s mother doesn’t mind that her son is gay, she does mind that he chose to be with Janus and thinks he could’ve done better (and Janus isn’t afraid to let his mother-in-law know that she’s being a bitch)

A tradition on Janus’ side of the family is to get a tattoo after graduating high school, and to outshine the rest of his family he got his on his face (Roman and Remus never got their tattoos because they dropped out)

Patton and Remus eventually start dating (much to Roman’s horror) and end up getting married

Roman also later gets together with Virgil though it’s a much slower process

Phillip’s mother, (that I’m unoriginally naming Chrissy) who gave up every bit of her parental rights because she never wanted to be a mother, may or may not come back to visit???

The situation with Phillip is complicated because while Roman loves his son and doesn’t regret his part in creating him, he’s still angry at Chrissy’s parents for forcing her to give birth and angry at his own parents for not stepping in

Feel free to ask me any questions~

[analoceits]

I have a feeling Logan isn't good at shapeshifting because he overcomplicates it. Like the atoms and organs and he hates having his body be fantastical

EXACTLYY YOU GET ME. also here is MORE tss body horror hc's that werent in the og post:

logan: if hes in an "unrealistic" body [think: puppet logan] for any long amount of time, he will break down, as he starts asking questions. how is he sentient and aware? how is he breathing? after a while, he'll end up as a gory puddle of pure panicked breakdown and one of the twins will have to fix him. he'll usually end up Checking his own organs after this. just to make sure.

patton: though the inside is.. uh. Pretty Simple. he has one organ: the heart! it is exactly what a 5 year old would think a heart is. it Beats Too :D. also, any "sharp" parts of him (aka teeth and nails) are.. Soft, like Plastic. sometimes they will come loose. their will be No Blood. it makes logan Viscerally Uncomfortable.

roman: though his body is Perfect, as previously mentioned, when hes alone.. hes willing to play with it. make it art. hes cried tears of blood before. sometimes, whenever he feels too fake, he'll take himself apart. just to make sure. just to make sure. (him and logan are alike in too many ways)

virgil: he is a glass canon. his body is fragile, any stray thought he has is susceptible to hurting him (what if im having a heart attack? what if this cut hit a vein?) but. whenever he feels the other sides are in danger? he is horrifically strong. like a parent with a child in danger, he will punch hard enough to break someone but shatter his arm in the process.

janus: though he tries his best to hide it, remus and virgil Know intimately how sick he is. sometimes, he gets poisoned with his own venom and seizes up for hours. in the winter, hes in and out of consciousness, with no rhyme or reason. he gets wild mood swings too, occasionally loosing the ability to feel affection for hours or days, as snakes cant feel that. it terrifies him.

remus: besides logan and janus, his body is painfully realistic. he takes it farther though. his shapeshifting is never.. clean. its all disgusting and gross and like shoving all his organs and bones into a new bag and all the terrible consequences that come with that. as well, he doesnt heal instantly like the other sides. no. he lets it stay as long as it takes.

[bugtoonz]

hii!! what headcanons do u have for the moonbase trio (362, 86, and 60)?

i always thought it was funny they were called the moonbase trio, bc isn’t patton stationed in like antarctica lol? anyways they’re super fun and i’m excited to talk about them!

for Rachel, i 1000% believe that girl lives on coffee. i know it’s like the equivalent of cocaine in the knd universe, but there’s no way she runs a worldwide organization of kids and isn’t majorly dependent on caffeine. that being said, since she’s also one of those said kids, she definitely piles it high with sugar and creamer. the sugar intake is probably worse for her than the coffee part😭 i also feel like she’s pretty tall. like especially now since she’s young, but even when she gets older i can see her being above average height. it’s definitely something she appreciates because it makes it easy to look down at people disapprovingly when they go against her orders. also, her and chad used to be super close. he was basically her older brother and the one that introduced her to nigel. since she’s soopreme leader, she’s aware of the teens next door, but Chad became somewhat distant after his fake-betrayal, and it’s something that really hurt her.

for Fanny, this is kind of random, but she’s definitely the kind of girl that reads fairy books about friendship and girlhood. she tries to apply what she reads to her real life, but for some reason it’s a lot harder for her to be kind and understanding than it is for Princess Sparklewand of Fairylandia. i also think that the reason she has an irish accent, despite having grown up in the same town as Sector V is because her parents are divorced, and she splits her time between Mr. Boss in Vermont and her mom in Ireland. it’s easy to do both when you own your own spaceship/aircraft/boat. her and her brothers all have her mother’s last name because she refused to change it when she married Mr. Boss and also refused to give her children his surname because she’s the one who had to give birth! it’s no wonder fanny is the way she is. her little brothers spend more time with her dad, though, which is why their accents are american. as much as Fanny bullies them, she’ll bully whoever tries to do the same to them 500x harder. she’s very protective of the people she loves.

i think Patton is really funny. he’s a total hard-ass that knows the KND rule book like the back of his hand, but also a total softie when it comes to his cadets. i feel like he’s from alaska. he seems rugged enough to be able to live there. i also feel like all of his time spent in freezing cold climates means that a trip below the equator might actually make him melt. Fanny doesn’t let him stand to close to her at the beach because she’s worried he’ll get his gross boy sweat all over her. Patton is also, like, super awkward outside of the work setting. someone get this poor boy an etiquette manual or something!! it’s not his fault he spends all of his time running drills and locking up villains. a lot of operatives avoid him because they always think he’s mad, but that’s just how he talks. he gets really confused when he tries to say hi to someone and they run away crying.

as for like their relationships with each other, Fanny has a huge, massive crush on Rachel that the latter is oblivious to. Rachel in turn sees Fanny as one of her closest friends, but also thinks she could maybe take a chill pill sometimes. Fanny and Patton have a sometimes-not-so-friendly rivalry with each other over which one’s the toughest out of the two. that being said, Patton is one of the few boys Fanny will tolerate, mostly because of his similar no-nonsense approach to work. Patton and Rachel are also good friends, and Patton has a lot of respect for her. when Rachel stepped up as Soopreme Leader, he was the first to back her campaign. Rachel likes Patton a lot, but he also needs a chill pill. it’s okay though, she loves her neurotic besties. (birds of a feather and all that)