#platonic remy/roman

[keeping-up-with-the-sanders]

Y’all I got a long weekend off from school:

Update: due to the fact that this poll won’t reach many people in the span of a day I’ve decided to do the one that’s most picked 8:00 tomorrow (October 3rd) and do that one. Hopefully it will be a shorter one because I really want to do the Drunken Days saga afterward :) + Gravity falls intro

Update 2: and the winner is… Remus getting possessed by Bill

Update 3: The video is here

[oatmealdaydreams]

Roman Becomes a Dad (DarkSides Family AU)

Okay, but imagine Roman becoming a dad?? He loves kids and already loves Virgil so much, and he lives alone so it's kind of lonely anyway (even with Liv there). He's seen his twin and friends (Janus and Logan) become parents in some way and he kinda wants that too. Yeah, he wants a partner someday, but kids? Yus, he wants a kid. He now has kid fever, thanks to Virgil.

quick trigger/content warning: mention of & discussion of past child neglect, mention of family death & a car crash, Autophobia, eating disorder mention, mention of nightmares/night terrors

Anyway, imagine with me:

Roman decides he wants a kid, but he also worries how he'll juggle that and be an actor

Like, he loves his job and enjoys it, but he also really wants his own kid to love, so now he's very conflicted

How can he have both?

maybe he can do less plays and musicals, focus more on playwrighting as a remote job or something (his sibling is literally a remote writer as a job and makes good money, so maybe he can do something like that??)

plus, he already has enough savings to afford working less for a while if needed

and he's wealthy, so he can certainly afford all those expenses kids need if he were to adopt one

he decides that he just really wants a kid, preferably an older kid like Virgil cause he wouldn't be able to give all the attention very little kids or babies need (so yeah, he wants a preteen/teen kid to call his own and give a safe life to)

so he goes to a local orphanage/foster care thingy in town, and talks to some of the matrons there about the kids

They mention how a lot of the kids there are younger, but there is a teen there but he's like 17 and about to be a senior so they don't know if it's a good idea to adopt him/foster him

Roman is like "and?? let me see this kid, he sounds pretty cool."

so a matron, named Jennifer (called Jenny by the kids) shows him to the room where all the kids hang out

He sees the teen, wearing sunglasses indoors (odd but okay) and a leather jacket, sipping an iced coffee from Starbucks in like a corner or something

the kids see Roman and all try to remain calm but they're kids, c'mon they're gonna be excited

the teen in the corner is currently talking with a few of the little kids as they draw little doodles on the same piece of paper

Jennifer calls the teen over (his name is Remy) and he looks over at where she is and sees Roman and just kinda stares for a sec before shouting back a "in a sec, babes!" and says a brief 'cya later' to the little artists on the floor and comes over to the two adults

Remy gives Roman a once-over and hums like this guy seems interesting (in a Remy/judgey way cause Remy is a lil drama queen)

Jennifer introduces Roman and Remy gets this little spark of disappointment behind those sunglasses when she mentions he's looking to adopt/foster a kid

Remy doesn't think of himself as a kid cause he's 17 and will be an adult in about a year anyway, so he immediately discredits himself and rules himself out of the chance to finally have a family

and Roman notices the slight slum in the kid's shoulders and this sad aura around him, so Roman clarifies/comments "yeah, I was hoping to find an older kid, actually. I mean, I do work on projects and it would be cool to have someone who can help cook once in a while."

and of course, that gives Remy this little glimmer of hope that maybe he DOES have a chance

Roman holds in a smile at that hopefulness he sees in Remy, instead settling with a kind smirk and says "I don't see anyone but you who's old enough, honestly. I mean, if you'd like to come with me. You don't have to, of course."

and Remy's eyes just light up so bright because omg is he getting adopted/fostered? omg, omg; he practically freaks out and is so excited, but he forces himself to chill out cause what if Roman ends up being mean or ignores him or is just looking for someone to pity?

Roman sees Remy's hesitation and how he keeps his guard up, though he's not sure why

Remy lets out a small "really, you want me?" (a moment of softness and vulnerability that Roman will learn is actually rare when it come to Remy, until it isn't)

Roman just smiles and nods, and he'll never forget the utter joy on Remy's face because omg he's getting a family, he's waited for so long, finally, he thought he'd die before that happened

"Go pack, Remy." Jennifer says and Remy stands for a sec in disbelief before bolting, excited to get his stuff

Roman feels so elated to see this kid excited, it was clearly the perfect choice to come here

As Remy hurriedly packs his stuff into a smallish bag (he doesn't have a lot since money is tight), Roman and Jennifer go to an office so she can go over Remy's file with him

Jennifer gets this serious look on her face as they discuss Remy's needs

"He faced a lot of neglect as a kid, before he came here, so he may be very needy with attention." Jennifer mentions and Roman nods along, understanding (he can certainly give Remy all the attention he needs, he was going to switch to working remotely at home anyway)

Jennifer hands Roman the kid's case file as she keeps talking, "He doesn't sleep very well, either. Because of that, he has narcolepsy. Sometimes he'll just pass out asleep in the middle of the day, so be mindful of that."

Roman glances over everything in the boy's file, seeing how his parents were very neglectful to this poor kid; how they died in a car crash and only Remy survived (he was 9, Jesus), how he's terrified of being alone at all, how he tended to be clingy with anyone he trusted, how his eyes were very light-sensitive so he had to wear sunglasses literally everywhere

and of course, he saw the note of how Remy couldn't sleep because he got frequent nightmares/night terrors and had a 'mild' case of ptsd

all of it made Roman's heart sink because no kid should have to go through all that, especially someone who was so excited and seemed so kind and like a good kid

oh, but then Roman saw the note of Remy having an eating disorder and that just shattered his heart

Jennifer saw the look on Roman's face and guessed what part he was probably reading, "Because of how bad he was neglected, Remy has a hard time eating a lot."

Roman nodded, making a note to call up Logan and research how to best help with eating disorders so he could help Remy

"Keep that. We have a spare copy, in case he comes back." Jennifer states, quietly muttering the very last part

it makes Roman suddenly wonder if Remy's been sent back before, the way Jennifer's tone gets sad and almost nostalgic

the two adults do/finish off any paperwork necessary

Random Side Note: Remy has been at there since he was 9 (off and on) during Jennifer's third year working there, so they know each pretty well and Jennifer is Remy's fav matron

then Remy comes into the office, with just one bag over his shoulder, trying to remain as calm and cool as he can

Jennifer smiles at Remy, knowing this is best but that she'll still miss him

"Are you ready to go, Remy?" she says

"Yeah babes, whenever." Remy attempts playing it smooth but he can't help the excitement in his voice (god, he really hopes this one is different and won't send him back)

"Well, since the paperwork is all done, there's nothing left but to say goodbye." Jennifer says

"I don't know if it's a complete goodbye, though, Jenny." Remy reminds her, a few thoughts of doubt that he'd get to stay

"Well, we'll see about that. I think, if you were comfortable with it, you'd stay a lot longer than you think." Roman says, and doesn't miss the small look of surprise from Remy

God, Roman already loved this kid and he hardly knew him; he just wanted to give him a giant f*cking hug and keep him safe and protect him

Anyway, Jennifer and Remy say goodbye, and Remy leaves with Roman, taking one last look at where he'd spent most of his life, before getting in Roman's admittedly very fancy car

so yeah, that's how Remy gets adopted/fostered n stuff

Side Note: Remy has a peanut allergy (so does Virgil but it's more severe for Remy)

yus just imagine them being a lot bigger with touch then the DarkSides Family is

Like physical touch is very important and big, and so is quality time

Physical touch like: big hugs, many cuddle sessions and movie nights, etc.

more on the physical touch: holding hands, touching shoulders, just straight up clinging to Roman bc Remy hates not being near him (especially as he trusts him more and more)

okay and, Remy also needing to be close to Roman in some way because of a more severe separation anxiety and fear of being left alone (Autophobia)

Remy gets nervous showing a lot of physical affection outside of the house, so he usually refrains from doing so, now matter how much he needs it, UNLESS something is wrong or he's very upset

like generally, both Roman and Remy are very touchy and love hugs n sh*t

Quality Time: literally lots of movies and muscials and just chillling with each other, sometimes they'll do their own thing but as long as they're near each other and in the same room, Remy may hover a little bit when Roman is cooking dinner, or Roman will work on his latest script while keeping close to his son

both are also total drama queens, so they'll gossip together and Remy will spill the tea about his school's latest drama and Roman always engages with him

when Remy has nightmares/night terrors that are particularly bad, he goes very silent (unlike he usually is) and thus alerts Roman that something is upsetting him

cause yeah, both Roman and Remy are very loud and social people

like Remy is very social at school but has a few close friends (some of which are named Thomas and Joan and Talyn, and this kid named Elliot, and this kid who went by Orange for some reason [Remy called him 'Ori' as a nickname])

so yeah, when Remy is quiet and not talking a lot, Roman knows something is up and will do anything to help him feel better and feel safe

yus, and because of Remy's massive insomnia, there's midnight Starbucks coffee runs (all the baristas know Remy by sunglasses and first name alone, since he goes there so often, like there's friendly banter between him and the baristas, especially the nightshifts)

Remy has a dream of being a singer/in a band someday and he loves music

when Roman finds that out, he definitely is like "hey, you wanna help me with this song in my latest musical I'm writing the script for?" and Remy always says "hell yus"

and yeah, Remy tends to keep a cool exterior, and he is genuinely like that, but sometimes it's a front and Roman learns how to tell the difference

Roman learns how to help Remy with his eating disorder (thanks to Logan's vast knowledge of many different subjects and Janus' expertise in mental health-related things), and Remy slowly recovers

there are times when he relapses, usually after a very triggering/bad day BUT Roman is always there to support him and help him through it and reminds him that relapses happen and it's okay, there's always tomorrow, just breathe, I'll be there with you the whole way

midnight cuddle sessions and show-binge/movie marathon nights when Remy has bad nightmares/night terrors or flashbacks

Remy has never seen Disney, so Roman shows him literally ALL of it, all the movies and the actually good shows and tells him how the older ones are better and the older animation is supreme ("it's a fact of life, Remy. it's just better, no argument.")

they're both so f*cking extra and they just fit well as dad and son

omg the first time Remy calls Roman 'dad'? yeah, Roman practically combusted and cried, it was so precious

Roman giving Remy sleep-related and coffee-related nicknames JUST YUS (Sleeping-Beauty, Coffee Bean, Sleeping Prince, my dearest/my dearest toffee, Toffee Bean, etc.)

JUST UGH, ROMAN GIVING HIS SON CUTE NICKNAMES, OKAY? I AM FERAL, LEAVE ME BE

yeah, just Remy getting all the love and attention he needs and just being loved and actually getting to be a kid for once

imagine Remy and Virgil meeting for the first time? they're cousins and kinda click right away and turn into besties

Remy's narcolepsy pisses off teachers sometimes, and there's always that one Karen teacher who calls him a 'distraction', and Roman is always there to back him up cause he literally can't help it (he will throw hands for his son, and so will his sibling & their family, and his friend & his family; ALL THE LOVE FOR REMY)

okay but imagine when Remy comes out to Roman as aro? like he's very flirty with his friend, sure, but it's just how he is and that's how he shows his friends love, BUT he's never had a crush before and romance kinda grosses him out but like, only when he imagines himself having romo/being in love with someone like that, like fictional characters getting together is cute n sh*t (yus) but irl romance is just ew

but yeah, when he comes out as aro to Roman, he's very nervous and kinda shaky bc romo is the norm, and he's scared Roman won't love him anymore or that he'll send him back and that terrifies him

BUT of course Roman comforts his son and is very supportive and is like "that's okay, I'm so proud of you for telling me. That's very brave of you to do that, my dearest. I'm not leaving you over something like that, Toffee Bean." and Remy practically breaks down from relief and just a major dad-son bonding and love moment, and Roman just holding his son tight and Remy feeling so loved and safe

and yeah, just them two being dad and son, I LOVE IT

This AU has me in a chokehold. Expect a lot of content from it. I love these two, just aww.

I am feral for this AU-

[anxiouslyfred]

The Artist and the Critic

Summary: Roman is concerned when his cousin invites him to an art event themed around soulmates. Given flowers mark where your soulmate has scars he worries that he or any of the friends who decide to come with him might be leaving with new scars, even though they already know their soulmates.

Warnings: self-harm, blood painting,car crash mention

Part of my Flowers for Scars Soulmates AU

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Roman didn't mean to complain enough that Virgil both insisted on coming with him and told him to shut up at any mention of Remus. He was simply extraordinarily exasperated by the invitation to an art gallery from a cousin he'd barely seen for years.

At least when asked if it was okay for some friends to come with him Roman had been told the more the hornier, which seemed a little tame compared to phrases heard at family gatherings before.

All that had been shared about the event was that it would reveal Remus's latest art exhibition and include a one time performance of living art. There was also a brief description that mentioned Remus exploring the influence and abundance of soulmates in the world through his art, so Roman could only hope nobody left the event with new scars.

What did surprise him when they arrived was that seemingly none of the rest of his family was there. Remus was as noticeable as ever in a monstrosity of a suit, entirely too bright and contrasting colours in patterns that toed the line of being optical illusions just about, but his aunt and uncle weren't. His parents had already mentioned they knew nothing about the event and so wouldn't be going and none of Roman's other cousins could be spotted among the crowds either.

“This is so different. I've not been to an event like this before, Roman. Do I need to be making comments on the art or something?” Patton whispered, leaning closer to him and looking around the gallery nervously.

Roman just chuckled. “I don't think so, although it's worth looking at the art pieces regardless. If I recall Remus always had an unusual band of interests that merged into the art we did as kids together.” He replied, glancing back to Virgil and Remy who had already paused to point at something in one of the pictures.

“Point your relatives out when we see them. I've only met your parents and would love to know more of your family.” Patton insisted now, repeating a request he'd made a lot since learning this event was over his cousins artwork.

Virgil scoffed, catching up with them. “If I remember from the Christmas you insisted I join your family for, I think Remus is that unmissable traffic signal.” He gestured over to Remus easily. “And it doesn't look like he's any less morbid than he was back then either.”

“Yeah these paintings are grim, and I can see why you got invited, Princey.” Remy agreed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the picture they'd been looking at. “If that wasn't playing on yours and Virgil's story, I must hate coffee. Glad this one's been to therapy long enough that it didn't upset him.”

A stranger paused, clearly overhearing Remy's words. “Do you mean that there's a real life story behind the artwork? So far as Remus Moore's artwork is known in the community he doesn't base it over actual stories ever.”

Roman shrugged for a moment, looking back to the picture they'd been talking about before grinning. The picture was of a man reaching through the broken window of a car to someone else, flowers blooming from his arms and wrapping the car in vines. “It is a familiar scene, although missing the rest of the car crash so maybe, maybe not. I'm Roman, Remus's cousin. Who are you?”

“My name's Anton. I'm the art critic sent by the New York Times to cover this exhibition. Might I know the story, or would I be best asking Remus to share what he knows of it to have used for inspiration?” Anton offered his hand to shake, getting introductions from their quartet as well.

Roman hesitated to reply, meeting Virgil's eyes after they both looked back at the painting.

“Well, given I doubt the four of us would be friends if not for that scene, I guess you can have the story.” Virgil shrugged after a moment. “That's how Roman and I met when we were children. He pulled me out of the window of my parents car after a crash. Our scars from that day lead us, as they're intended to do, to our soulmates.”

“And forever more Roman has a kink for hands and arms.” Remus declared, leaning over Roman's shoulders suddenly. “I swear the only porn this cousin of mine looks at arms and torsos. Pretty tame if you ask me, but everyone has their own fetishes, you know.”

Virgil and Remy just laughed when Roman flinched and tried to duck away from the weight leaning over him. Anton however peered curiously at the artist of the evening.

“Does this mean you are admitting to taking inspiration from real events, Mr Moore? You famously deny ever doing so.” He queried, tugging a pen out that was clipped to the notebook he'd kept in his free hand while shaking everyone's.

“Yup, and damn, finding a family member actually willing to come to my events was all you needed to break that impulsive statement open. Ro's now my favourite. Can I declare a blood feud against my parents?” Remus ticked the air with a finger, before glancing around at Roman's group. “I know Virgie, but who are sunglasses and dad sweater?”

Virgil huffed at that. “Roman's soulmate Patton, My soulmate Remy, only one of them got met without anyone getting injured.”

“Did Remy punch Roman in an effort  to steal you away from him?”

“Nah, I threw Roman to the floor knocking Patton down trying to stop him dramatically reacting into a moving bus.” Virgil countered easily, noticing their conversation was getting noted down as it was said but not particularly caring. Why would an art critic care to publish a conversation that had nothing to do with any of the exhibition? He couldn't imagine any reason.

Remus cackled at the story though, “Fantastic. Well come on. You five are going to want to be at the front for this.” He decided grabbing Virgil and Anton's hands to drag them over to where a section of the room with an easel, paintbrushes but no paints was set up and cornered off. There was a bowl where a paint palette should be, and Virgil cast a glance to Roman, smirk in place as he saw some of the worries he'd been ranting about once again in his expression.

“Everyone! It's time to see art in it's beginning.” Remus yelled, the large room making his voice echo enough to get everyone's attention as they started to come over. “I've done all this work around the messed up form of soulmates that this world has thrown to us, where our damage gives beauty to some other person somewhere in the world.”

Remus beamed around at everyone. “Are there any soulmates here today? Anyone willing to stand up and show their scars beside their soulmates flowers?” He invited, waving to the empty space next to where the easel was.

Patton was the first to jump forward, already holding Roman's hand and pushing their sleeves up. There was a little hesitancy in Roman now, having listened to Remus's words, but not enough to fight the action, especially when another man and woman further around the room stepped forwards also, lowering their collars just enough to reveal some flowers and the end of a scar.

“Now did anyone when the one with the scar got injured say something about being able to find your soulmate?”

Roman groaned at that. “You were one of the people who did that Remus! You better not be making a point that ends with that being wrong.” He complained loudly enough to get some laughs.

“I'm not saying it's wrong. I'm saying that the way we treat bloody injuries in this world is messed up and what's to stop everyone from doing this!” Remus countered, picking up a small fruit knife from under the dish and cutting into the back of his hand for a few minutes. “Simple, easy to see and share, and definitely lovely for my soulmate to look at.”

While he was cutting into his hand Remus was slanting it so that the blood would run off into the bowl, dripping down his fingers and hiding the image he'd cut onto himself from the room. “The only thing that stops more people doing things like this is the concern and worry shared with soulmates of people who have self-harmed or who's scars might appear to be done so, and the judgement of seeking attention, seeking our soulmates out deliberately that is given to those who do so.”

One of the art gallery workers stepped forward with a wet cloth now that Remus used to clean off the blood that was already slowing in its flow, showing the cuts hadn't been too deep and revealing a line of punctuation, beginning with an F as if a swear word had been written and then censored.

Roman pulled Patton back into the audience then, and noticed the other pair of soulmates doing the same, recognising that Remus was leading his art demonstration fully now. It was because of this action that he noticed one gasp being different from the others shocked by Remus's actions.

Anton's gasp was directed down at his hand instead. The hand holding his pen that had just bloomed flowers.

“Now, I'm not wasteful, but as an artist, you have to understand, we do desire some level of attention constantly. Be that in the spotlights on stage as actors, or people talking about our work as those behind the canvas.” Remus just carried on with his work. “So of course I'm curious to see if this stunt will mean I find my soulmate. Perhaps they'll see an article on this evening and come to find me, but this is also something I'm endlessly curious about.”

Remus picked up one of the paintbrushes now holding it over his head like a trophy or perhaps a weapon. “What will a painting done in my own blood look like when it's dried? Please, carry on enjoying my paintings on display, mingle among yourselves or come and talk to me as you wish. At the end of the evening I'll reveal the final painting before taking it to dry and we can all imagine what its final form shall be.”

With those words a few of the attendees clapped, including Virgil, who couldn't help nudging Roman. “Well I know someone is leaving with new scars but at least that's only Remus himself.” He muttered.

“And I do believe he's leaving with a soulmate as well.” Roman agreed, nodding to where Anton had now begun talking to Remus, trying to get his attention fully away from the canvas.

Remy stepped closer to them about to say something when Remus was placing his brush and moving the dish of blood to one side with a gasp.

Anton hand placed his hand now patterned with flowers over Remus's uninjured hand and finally made him see their connection. “You are taking a seat just here and I am going to paint you. Then tonight we are going to a lovely restaurant I know stays open late so we can talk some more. I best be getting the greatest art review there ever has been when your article goes to print.” Remus's voice wasn't deliberately loud but it cause the attention of most people in the room, and did get one of the gallery staff to bring over a chair he could push Anton into.

“What do ya know, his art stunt actually did find him his soulmate.” Remy snickered, but let Virgil tug him over to a rather stormy looking painting. Roman was tempted to say something to his cousin then, but decided that he much preferred the quiet time to get to know his soulmate with only a few close friends, and their family had never really been that closely knit, so this night definitely wouldn't change that.

[loginceweek2024]

Ohhh gosh this is so incredibly sweet 🥺 I love the progression between each meeting, the build-up of tension between Logan and his mom, and Roman's high energy and supportive nature is allround wholesome 🥰 You're a really wonderful writer, thank you for sharing this story! 💙❤️

Chance Meeting(s)

alright, it's time for day 3! or, it's 4 now...

day 3.5 of logince week! prompt is competition

this is maybe my favorite oneshot form this series so far, but i did not have time to proofread very much, so we'll see how this goes lol

i hope you enjoy!! <3

The Gainseville Billy Goats was your fairly standard youth soccer team. Every other day, excluding weekends, a large group of first and second-graders would meet to practice running around and kicking not-soft objects.

It was a wonder the Reyes twins’ mother allowed them to even attend these practices, the worrywart that she was, but the twins' insistence on any and all physical activity left her practically unable to say no.

Roman and Remus loved sports. From the time they had learned to crawl, they were constantly moving around, looking for new things to try.

For their parents, it could be a tad exhausting, but it was wonderful to see them be so enthusiastic about new activities or sports or games.

Soccer was the first sport they were able to play on an official team, with jerseys and everything! The boys were in love with it instantly; they didn’t even get distracted during practice and run off like the rest of the kids!

And then, after a few weeks of practicing and learning and so so much running, the boys finally got to participate in a real game! Against another team with other kids!

The twins didn’t stop smiling the whole time, grinning even wider when they passed the ball to each other or when someone on their team scored a goal.

The game could be pretty choppy sometimes. Since they were still only in first grade, some of the kids could be a bit iffy with the rules. Roman and Remus, of course, followed them to a T, but they understood if some of their friends needed extra time to figure things out.

Their opponent, the Newberry Newts (Roman and Remus really liked that name! They thought it was clever) was basically the same as theirs, just with different kids and blue jerseys instead of orange.

If they were following along with the pe-sific defensive rules, Roman’s current opponent was supposed to be number 42, “SPENCOR.”

That wasn’t his actual name, Roman knew, only his last name. But they were in the middle of a game! He’d have to get to know him better when they weren’t trying to beat each other at soccer.

His future friend was also very good at the game, and they seemed to know all the rules like the back of their hand already! Sometimes, they even tried to help the referees! Roman thought that was kind of silly, trying to correct an adult, but usually, they were right! Roman was pretty impressed.

Roman had made a continuous effort to smile at Spencor whenever they made eye contact, even going so far as to shoot them a thumbs-up for their best moves. Unfortunately, they never returned the smiles or gave a reaction to the support. Oh, well. Maybe he was too distracted by the game Roman understood.

By the end, Roman was practically vibrating at the excitement that was meeting a potential friend. Once his coach had let everyone return to their families, he rushed over to his parents.

“Mama, mama, can I go say hi to that kid over there? I wanna go say hi!” Roman’s mother chuckled, very used to his enthusiasm.

“Well, I had been planning on congratulation you for your first-ever soccer win, but I suppose that can wait a few minutes. Be safe, mijo, and stay where I can see you, alright? We have plenty of time.”

Roman grinned, quickly giving her a hug before turning to his brother.

“Hey, Re! Do you wanna come meet someone with me?” Remus glanced up at him, looking a bit confused. “Sorry, can you repeat that? I only heard ‘meet someone.’”

Roman nodded, reminding himself to slow his words down a bit. “I’m gonna go say hi to someone, they were on the other team, and I wanna meet them! Wanna come?”

Remus shook his head. “Nah, I wanna eat my snack for now, but have fun! Lemme know what they’re like, okay?” Roman quickly agreed, turning to rush over to meet this Spencor person before they had to go, but something stopped them.

Spencor, like the rest of the kids at the game, had gone over to meet their family, talk about the game, and eventually head home. It seemed like they were with their mom right now, but something seemed wrong.

She wasn’t yelling at them. Roman would have been able to hear it from where he was standing. But she looked really upset with them. Maybe they had gotten in trouble for something? It might not be the best idea to go talk to them if they were in trouble.

Suddenly, Spencor’s mom stormed off, leaving them by themself, and- crying?

“Hey! Are you alright?” Roman ran over to Spencor, suddenly spurred into movement at the sight of his tears.”

“I’m fine,” they grumbled, “now please, leave me alone.”

Yeah, no, Roman wasn’t convinced.

He carefully sat down on the ground in front of them, smiling gently when they didn’t immediately try to shoo him away again.

“I could leave, I guess, but it seems like you’re still upset. You don’t have to talk ‘bout it if you don’t want to! I just figured you might want some company or something. And I think you’re really cool, so I wanted to say hi!”

They blinked, startled out of their tears. “You- you think I’m cool?”

“Well, yeah, you’re cool! You’ve got cool glasses and you know a lot about soccer, and you’re really good at it too!”

“But… but my team lost. So, you’re probably better than me…” they muttered, folding their arms and sitting down in front of Roman.

“Well, yeah, my team won, but that doesn’t mean that one person on one team is better than one on another! We’ve all got different skills, and lumping people together as the best or the worst is no fun. You should just, well, have fun! And, you did really good out there. I liked how you kept telling the referees about the mistakes they made. I wouldn’t have been brave enough to do that!”

“But… I got in trouble for it. Mom says I’m not supposed to talk back to adults, it isn’t respectful,” they replied sullenly, curling up and resting their chin on their knees.

“Hm, well, sometimes adults aren’t always right. So, as long as you’re nice about it, you should try and tell them when they make a mistake. ‘Cuz everyone makes mistakes! And then we can learn from them!”

Spencor seemed to think it over for a minute, then ultimately seemed to agree with Roman. “Y-yeah, I think you’re right. You’re really smart,” they said.

“Aw, thank you! I… I never asked for your name. And I never introduced myself! Oops! I’m Roman, by the way, sorry I forgot.”

“It’s alright,” they responded. “After all, everyone makes mistakes, right? I’m Logan.”

With a wide grin, Roman decided that he really, really liked Logan. He hoped they’d get to stay friends for a long, long time!

…

After second grade, the twins moved on to another sport: basketball! Not that soccer hadn’t been fun! It was just…

Graduating from second grade meant moving up to the next soccer team. The twins really enjoyed it at first! The team was a bit smaller, and things were a lot more organized and they learned different skills now that they were older.

It was just… their coach was not very understanding about Remus’ need for repeated instructions. And when Roman had tried to fill in the gaps for him, he’d gotten yelled at talking over their coach!

Once they told their parents about this problem, they had quickly been taken off that soccer team.

Later, after Roman’s anger and Remus’ embarrassment had calmed down a bit, their parents had asked if they wanted to look for another team to play for, but the experience had left a bit of a sour taste in their mouths.

Besides, there were so many other sports left to try!

So, at the recommendation of one of Remus’ friends, they joined their elementary school’s basketball team. It was a very different sport (hands, not feet, Roman had to remind himself sometimes), but they loved it even more than their previous choice!

About halfway through the season, the team was scheduled for a game in Newberry.

Huh, where had he seen that name before?

This match wasn’t any different from all the others they’d been in. Except, Roman swore there was something familiar about this town. He’d never been to Newberry Elementary before, so where had this eerily familiar feeling come from?

It wasn’t until about halfway through the game that Roman spotted a jersey that answered his question.

“SPENCOR 42.”

Hey, that was Logan!

Roman had been wondering if he’d ever see his friend again. After that soccer game, the Billy Goats wouldn’t get the chance to play Newberry until the next season. And, by the time that came, it seemed Logan wasn’t on the team anymore.

Roman had been pretty disappointed at first, but his and Logan’s towns were pretty close by. If either of them did any sort of traveling in the future, there was a chance they’d get to see each other again.

The memories of Logan had passed through his mind every so often for the next few years, and now, that hope had finally paid off!

For once in his life, Roman was really hoping this game was going to end sooner.

Finally, the game was finished (Roman’s team had lost this time, he was pretty sure there was- like, poetic meaning to that, or something), and Roman rushed over to greet his friend- for real, not just the monotone “good game” handshake he had exchanged with all the players.

“Hey, Logan!!” They turned, seemingly startled that someone was calling out to them. “I- sorry, do I know you?”

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m Roman! From soccer a couple of years back? I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”

Logan’s face lit up in recognition, and they nodded. “Ah yes, I remember. It is good to see you as well. Did you continue on with soccer? I haven’t played since that season we met.”

“Um, nah, me and my brother got kinda bored with it after we aged out of our first team, just a year after you quit. We switched to this instead! It’s hard to stick with just one sport when there are so many cool ones!”

“I see,” Logan nodded again, though they didn’t seem to quite agree with Roman’s statement. “Have you two been enjoying basketball, then?”

“Oh, yeah! I mean, I’d love any sport I get to play with Rem, but basketball’s pretty cool! A lot less running, that’s for sure!”

Roman was delighted to see Logan crack a small smile at that. Geez, they’d only talked twice and Roman was already picturing them being his closest friend.

“So, uh, my parents usually take me and my brother out to eat or to get ice cream or something after a game. Would you wanna come with your mom or dad? Or whoever brought you? I can even ask them for you if you want! Or- not, sorry if that was too forward.”

Logan blinked, processing Roman’s word vomit. “I… er, I suppose I would have to ask my mother. And, I… if you- uhm, if you wouldn’t mind… you may ask her. And, there’s no need to apologize. You just… pardon, you talk very fast, so it took me a moment to understand.”

“Oh, yeah, I do that a lot. Re yells at me for it all the time ‘cause he really can’t understand me if I do it!” Logan didn’t get the chance to question Roman’s statement before his mother was walking toward them.

“Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?” She asked curtly. Roman nearly grimaced at the ice in her tone. Maybe she’d just had a really long day or something and was in a bad mood.

“Hi! My name is Roman! I met Logan at soccer a couple of years back, but now we get to see each other again! I was just gonna ask if you guys would like to join us for- er, one sec. MOM! ARE WE STILL GETTING ICE CREAM?!”

Roman’s mom chuckled from the other end of the court. “Yes, honey!” She called back. “Why don’t you invite your friend to come along?”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING!! …So, er, would you like to come with us? It’ll be me, my brother, and one of his friends, I think. We like to hang out afterward and celebrate, even if we lose! ‘Cause… as long as we played a good game and didn’t give up, we didn’t lose too bad, I don’t think!”

As Roman continued to chatter excitedly, a small sneer had grown on Logan’s mom’s face. “I’m not sure how comfortable I am allowing my son to hang out with someone so… loud. Apologies for declining your offer. Logan, you have five minutes to say goodbye, then you had better be in the car before I leave. Clear?”

“Crystal,” Logan muttered, glaring at the waxed wood floors instead of his mother. Roman sighed, feeling a sudden urge to reach out and squeeze Logan’s hand protectively.

“Sorry for making her mad. I guess I am pretty loud sometimes, huh?”

“What? No!” Roman blinked. He had never seen Logan be this passionate about something before, in all the two conversations they’d had together. “My mother was being entirely unreasonable and unfair! Perhaps she’s in a bad mood today, but that isn’t an excuse for treating you unkindly.”

Roman shrugged. “It didn’t bother me too much. Even if she meant to be offensive, I don’t really care. I am loud, and I like being loud! I just… I wish that didn’t make it so you can’t come along. It’s not gonna be the same without you.”

Logan smiled, a bit sadly. “It’s okay. I should probably get going though. Hopefully, we’ll get to meet again soon?”

“Oh, yeah! I really hope so! See ya, Logan! Have a good day, or week, or however long until I see you!!” Roman waved at Logan until he couldn’t see him anymore, and then deflated, sinking the whole way to the floor and groaning loudly.

“His mom said no, I take it?”

Roman just groaned louder.

…Heh, louder.

…

For the next couple of years, until Roman hit middle school, he and Remus tried out a new sport just about every year, sometimes even more than that! After basketball was hockey, then baseball, then lacrosse (which Roman had hated so much he quit along with Remus after only two weeks).

In sixth and seventh grade, the boys joined the football team.

Roman was a bit more nervous this time, as opposed to his brother, who was still just as chaos-incarnate and tornado-ey as he was when they were kids.

Don’t get him wrong, he still loved sports! But.. well, he had hated lacrosse because it had bordered on being a contact sport, and because it was really hard, but that wasn’t the point.

Football was a contact sport.

It was fine! It was just like every other sport he played! Except, a lot higher chance of getting injured, and a lot of pushing people around! And… actually catching the ball. Yeah… this would be fine.

Roman had practiced harder than anything in sixth grade, and even played one or two games instead of sitting on the bench the whole time! He wasn’t very good, Remus was a lot more comfortable at this sport than he was, but he enjoyed the time he got on the field, and he didn’t get injured his entire first year of playing!

Then, there was middle school football.

In middle school, there was a chance you wouldn’t make the team. In middle school, there were a lot of bigger, taller kids with years more experience than Roman.

The practices were rough, lots of tackling running, grueling exercises that increased in difficulty if you messed up. Roman worked himself near to tears every single day they had practice, and it still wasn't enough to keep up with the stronger kids.

His parents could tell how miserable he was, but when they tried to intervene, Roman refused.

Remus was happy! And for him, Roman was more than happy to be dragged along into anything. So what if it meant hours of sweating and working himself so hard his muscles ached for days afterward? So what if, no matter how much effort he put in, he would always be teased for falling behind?

Sports had been his life since he was five. He couldn't just give up because they were a little challenging!

And then, he hadn't made the team... and Remus had.

Which was fine! Roman was more than happy to sit in the bleachers and cheer his brother on from a safe distance, away from all the pushing and shoving and sweating and painfulness.

And if he finally admitted to his family one day that he was grateful for the excuse to fall away from the intense exercise he'd been putting in for so long, the only reaction they'd ever give him was sympathy.

The fact that he had failed only stung a little bit when he realized he was trying so hard to do something he had really never loved in the first place.

But, he did love cheering. He loved watching the games, seeing his brother in action, doing his crazy, awesome thing.

Which was how he found himself trying out for the cheerleading team the next summer.

He’d gotten a few odd looks for that, being the only male presenting person interested in a “sport” like this, if you could even call cheer a sport.

Roman didn’t particularly care about the looks. He was happy! He and Remus would still be close to each other, and they would both get to do something they enjoyed! And Roman enjoyed the hell out of cheerleading.

After only three practices, he was lifting girls in the air and helping them strike poses. A base, he was called, and the much smaller girls he tossed around were flyers.

Sometimes, he’d be in the back of a base triangle, supporting the backs of the flyer’s feet. Other times, it was just him and Callista, his partner flyer. He would lift her in the air, set her on her shoulders, or hold one of her feet as high as he could safely manage as she struck an impossible pose.

It was still hard work, it made him break a sweat most practices, but oh, was it so much fun.

Much better than football, anyway.

Well, whatever, that last part didn’t matter. Roman was happy, his brother was happy, and they were looking forward to another great season their eighth-grade year.

Just when Roman didn’t think things could get any better, he spotted a familiar jersey number among the Newberry Panthers.

“SPENCOR 42”

Logan was so much taller than when Roman had seen him last. He looked almost muscular underneath the bulky football pads, but he didn’t do much playing.

Except for in special teams.

From what Roman remembered, Logan was pretty fast. He could run at a solid speed, and for a while. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see him break out of a 4th down and three and run the whole way to the endzone, the Gainsville defense falling in his dust.

Roman had to physically restrain himself from cheering for his opponent.

The game ended in a solid tie after a bit of a disappointing overtime tossup, and Roman was a bit disappointed to see his childhood friend disappear into the locker rooms with the rest of his team when it was over.

Once his mom had given him the all-clear, he’d quickly gathered his things, said goodbye to his cheer coach and teammates, and quickly made his way to the locker exit. When he got there, though, he regretted his haste just a little.

He could hear the screaming from a distance, but he hadn’t figured out it was coming from the doorway until he rounded the corner to the exit doors.

Roman recognized her clear as day. It was Logan’s mother, very loudly berating her child as a small crowd of teammates began to gather behind them, looking just as furious as Roman felt.

“And don’t fucking bother following me! You’re walking home today!” Their mother scowled deeply, turning in Roman’s direction to storm off to her car.

“Fucking pansy,” she muttered as she passed Roman by, and he tried to pretend that didn’t sting.

Roman considered for a moment running up to Logan to see if he was alright, but with his teammates around him, Logan seemed like he was already starting to feel better.

Maybe he should just head home this time.

“Hey, kid. You lost?” Roman jumped, turning to face the voice that appeared next to him. “Uh, sorry, no. I just- was waiting for someone. I wanted… wanted to say hi before I left, but now seems like a bad time, so I was just waiting-”

“It’s all good, just checking. Out of curiosity, where do you know Lo from?” Ah, so this mysterious stranger had him all figured out, huh?

“Oh, we met playing soccer as kids, and we’ve run into each other playing sports a couple of other times. It’s usually a while in between meetings, though.”

The person chuckled. “Sounds like Logan. Kid bounced around sports as fast as he can run. My name’s Remy, by the way, he/him, Logan’s older brother.”

“O-oh, Roman, he/him. I’m sorry about your mom being an absolute asshole.”

Remy tried to hide a chuckle behind his hand. “Oh hon, I like you. Once he’s calmed down, I’ll send Lo in your direction, ‘kay? Unless you’re on a time crunch or…”

“Oh, no, I have nowhere to be. Besides, my brother’s the quarterback, so we’ll probably be here for a while, anyway.”

“Oh, sick. Well here’s hoping I’ll see you around. And uh, if you don’t give my sibling your number by the time you’re done talkin’, I’ll put it in his phone myself, got it?”

Roman chuckled nervously. “Uh, not quite sure you you meant that to be threatening or not, but okay! Can do. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that before!”

“Oh, bless him, he’s a himbo,” Remy muttered as he walked away, but the small smirk on his face gave away his true feelings.

Roman decided he also wanted to be friends with Remy.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting but was probably only about ten minutes, Logan emerged from the lockers once again, being nudged along by his brother.

“Just hear me out, yeah?” Logan rolled his eyes, but then he caught sight of Roman, and he was pretty sure he was going to cherish that smile forever.

“Roman?” He grinned in response, shooting Logan some slightly awkward finger guns. “Hey! Knew I recognized my favorite number 42!”

Roman was not expecting to be wrapped up in a hug, but hey, he was not going to complain about this in the slightest.

“It’s been years! I was seriously considering we may never actually meet again!” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, seems our sport choices didn’t align for a while, I guess.”

“Did you bounce around too?” Logan asked, still smiling, and gosh, didn’t that make Roman feel special?

“Oh yeah, played all kinds of stuff. Even football for a bit, but I am not a contact sports guy, y’know? Well, you wouldn’t,” he teased.

“No, I get it, that’s why I do the running. Tackling people… not my favorite thing, but the team keeps me for my speed.”

“Well yeah, why wouldn’t they? Your two special teams’ stunts were amazing! They’d be stupid to think about anything but keeping you!”

Oh, and now Logan was blushing.

…Cute.

The two continued to talk, even as Roman’s brother and parents eventually came looking for him.

But, as Remus was hanging off of him, loudly complaining about needing to go to bed, Roman suddenly remembered something.

“Wait! Maybe… we could exchange numbers? Just so the only times we talk aren’t just these little meetups.”

Logan lit up, nodding quickly. “Of course! Here, just take my phone and I’ll take yours.” Roman smiled, tapping away and taking a moment to snap an embarrassingly silly photo of himself to be his profile photo.

“Talk to you soon?” Roman was very happy to say that with certainty this time.

“Yes, talk to you soon, Roman."

[tulipanthousa]

also ROMAN AND REMY WANTING TO BE EACH OTHER'S PROPER FIRSTS I'M SOBBING

it's so GOOD. they care about each other so much and they're like "yeah we're both in happy separate primary relationships now and we don't feel any need to change that but we still love each other and our first time should have been together" I'm SOBBING

love that's not really platonic but nobody is jealous or feels like they're missing out. it's just like "let's have the do over we deserve." I am failing to find the proper words but I am full of soft squishy feelings

they LOVE EACH OTHER YOUR HONOR

i know queerplatonic has come to be popularly understood as a very specific thing but with this fic im really thinking about the original definition which is just "platonic in a philosophically queer way" so just. being clear about boundaries but also not letting the boundaries *dictate* your relationships instead of the other way around. friends can fuck and even be a little in love, and that can just be part of their friendship/non-romantic. its good and nice

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Fuck it, vote for your favourite out of my favourites and I'll draw them being cute or smth

Idk I'm bored

I don't know when I'm actually gonna do this so the poll is set for a week, who knows lol

[tss-storytime-summaries]

18

Expected Rating: General/Teen

Warnings: none

Characters: Roman, Remus (Antagonist), Virgil, Patton, Logan, Janus, potentially Thomas, Emile and Remy.

Romantic relationships: romantic loceitality, queer-platonic roman & virgil

Summary: Virgil, average by-commission artist and studio-apartment resident, is fine with his life. Simple, predictable. Manageable. But a trip to find some new furniture with his best friend Patton turns into something far more complicated- a carousel horse turned prince, a fantasy world at his fingertips, and a rogue bandit on its throne. It doesn’t help that Patton’s taking to it like a fish to water, and Virgil’s feeling a lot more like a fish on the moon. Out of place, unprepared, and not enough limbs to be helpful. But the prince seems to have more faith in him than Virgil really understands.

AKA, Virgil just wanted a new couch, and now he’s reinstating the monarchy of an alternate universe. Fun for all!

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Say the Word (I’m Already Here)

I have no interest in continuing Say The Word (And I’m There), but I figured I’d at least write the scene where they all meet

Word Count: 1774

Rating: Gen

Pairings: LAMP, Royalogicality

Warnings: a cliffhanger I currently have no intentions of resolving, allusions to crime(?)

~~~START~~~

Nothing about Remy’s cryptic message, nor the rather impressive house — mansion, Roman had insisted on correcting him, this is a freaking mansion, specs — he had asked them to meet him at had done anything to assuage Logan’s worries that his friend was involved in some sort of sketchy business.

After college, Remy had told Logan that one of their platonic soulmates had offered them a job, and that it would involve a lot of travel. Logan had been happy for his friend and naturally inquired as to what the job was. Remy told him it was a secret.

For nearly a year, Remy had traveled around the U.S., sending Logan a postcard from every city he went to, and FaceTiming him once a week. He never gave Logan any details of what the job entailed, nor whether or not he had any travel companions. They denied any insinuation that they were doing anything illegal with a laugh, and assured Logan every time that what they were doing — whatever it was — was not in any way sketchy, illegal, or at all immoral, but with no details provided to the contrary, Logan maintained his doubts.

The postcards had stopped several months ago, and Remy had been in the same location — what looked like a home office, decorated to Remy’s own style — for every subsequent FaceTime. A week ago, he’d sent Logan a text inviting him and his two soulmates to a ‘launch party’ at his boss’s house (mansion) along with the time and location. He had not answered any questions about exactly what was being launched other than that he thought Logan, Roman, and Patton would enjoy it.

“Are we just going to stare at the door?” Roman asked and Logan made no move to ring the doorbell. Remy had not left instructions for what they should do when they got to the house, though it seemed fairly obvious that they should ring the doorbell.

“I have become even less sure that Remy is not somehow mixed up in something dangerous,” Logan admitted quietly.

“Aww Logan,” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle comfortingly. “I don’t think they would have invited us to anything they thought might be dangerous!”

“Besides,” Roman continued. “Launch parties don’t usually have insidious purposes. They’re probably working for some tech giant or something — maybe we’re here to witness the launch of the next big social media platform!”

“…yes,” Logan finally replied. “That does sound like something Remy would do; and you are right, Patton, that Remy would not invite us if he thought it would be dangerous.” And with that, Logan rang the doorbell.

The chime from the doorbell lasted at least thirty seconds and followed a tune that seemed familiar to Logan, though he could not quite place it — likely a pop song but played on bells. Soon after the chime finally ended, an older woman with her hair in a tight bun opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked doubtfully.

“We are looking for Remington Sonno,” Logan said. “They sent us an invi–”

“LOGAN!” A familiar voice yelled from slightly further in the house.

“Please come in.” The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the door wide open behind her. Logan stepped inside, followed by Patton and Roman, and barely made it three steps before Remy was sliding down the polished hardwood hallway directly into him.

“Oof!” Logan stumbled slightly but managed to maintain his footing as Remy wrapped their arms tightly around him.

“Gurl, it has been too long!” Remy lamented.

“That is hardly my fault, Remy,” Logan stated, wrapping his arms around Remy in return.

“Fair,” Remy laughed. “I’ve been busy, but that’s why tonight is so exciting!”

“Tonight?” Logan asked.

“The party,” Remy clarified. “It’s good. I’m so proud–” Remy cut themself off with a shake of their head, a fond smile gracing their lips. “But that’s for later, I wanted you all to come early so I can spend time with you.”

“And yet he doesn’t deign to greet us,” Roman sniped playfully.

“My deepest apologies, your highness,” Remy pulled back from Logan so that he could bow deeply. “Roman Prince, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more.”

“Thank you,” Roman bowed his head benignly.

“And Patton!” Remy smiled, opening his arms for a hug that Patton happily accepted. “Lemme give you guys a tour of the place!”

The mansion was expansive. Remy led them through a kitchen which was bustling with catering staff, then through the ballroom where workers were busy decorating for the party that would occur later in the evening, then up a grand staircase, and down a hall. They stopped every now and then to point out interesting pieces of art on the walls or if a door led to a specialized room. Eventually he led them back down a different staircase and out a pair of French doors onto a breezeway.

“So that was the main house — or most of it anyway, there’s more, but it’s Joan’s personal space so no tour of it,” Remy explained, gesturing back to the house they’d just left as they walked. “These are the gardens — we can explore them later if you want — but back here,” they gestured down the breezeway to a second, smaller — though still rather sizable — house, “is the guesthouse. That’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Your employer is very…” Logan trailed off, unable to think of an adjective that both properly expressed what he was feeling while also not potentially hurting Remy’s feelings of insulting their soulmate.

“They’re not as bad as they seem,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “I know this is all a little much, but they’re not as out of touch as this makes them seem.”

The four of them had just reached the door to the guesthouse when Remy’s phone went off, they checked it quickly before grimacing.

“Sorry, babes, my boss needs me for a bit, but feel free to make yourselves at home,” he opened the guesthouse door and gestured for them to go in. “You can explore if you want, or if you want to wait for me there’s a media room up the stairs, down the hall to the right, take a left, then third door on your left — I shouldn’t be too long, but we’ve got a bunch of video games or movies, whatever you want.”

“If you’re sure…” Logan trailed off uncertainly.

“Of course!” Remy laughed. “¡Mi casa es su casa!”

“Bye Remy!” Patton called as Remy rushed back down the breezeway to the main house.

The three soulmates entered the guesthouse and were immediately faced with a small problem: the stairs weren’t visible from the door.

“Well…” Patton frowned. “They can’t be that hard to find if Remy didn’t tell us where they were. I’m sure the answer is stairing us in the face!”

“And Remy did say we were free to explore,” Roman pointed out, opening the nearest door — it led to a coat closet.

There were three options for the three soulmates to choose from: straight, left, or right. None of the directions showed any obvious signs of house hidden staircases but figuring Remy had given them the directions slightly out of order, they chose the right hallway.

The hallway contained a few doors — all of which Roman opened, and all of which turned out to be a closet, a utility room, and a bathroom — before opening up into a kitchen. Tucked in the corner of the kitchen was a staircase, so they followed it up and went to the left.

The third door on the left was not a media room, but rather the office that Remy had been FaceTiming Logan from. The second and digest doors weren’t media rooms either; neither were the fourth or fifth door.

Having exhausted the doors to the left, they tried the right, then the right hall. The right hall led into more halls, so they continued that way, opening doors as they went, none led to media rooms. Eventually, having followed the confusing halls of the house as well as they could, they somehow ended up back at the top of the stairs to the kitchen.

“It’s been a while since a house has given me the runaround,” Roman shook his head in disbelief.

Logan was about to suggest waiting for Remy in the kitchen, when piano music began to drift up the stairs.

“Someone else appears to be here,” Logan commented.

“Maybe we can ask them for directions!” Patton suggested.

“Maybe they’re in the media room,” Roman added.

They followed the noise down the stairs and through a different doorway than the one they had entered the kitchen through. The doorway took them to a formal dining room, then into a moderately sized ballroom. As they walked through the ballroom the piano music solidified into Chopin.

Across the ballroom was a smaller room with shelves filled to the brim with folders and books. On one wall, there was a variety of musical instruments hanging from displays.

In the center of the room, there was a person with dyed purple hair and a patchwork hoodie playing a grand piano. The person’s back was to the door, and all three soulmates were too entranced by the music to make their presence known.

As the song came to a close, Roman saw his opportunity.

“Hey, excuse me?” He called, a little too loudly after the trance that all four of them had just been in.

The pianist startled, their hands slamming down a discordant cacophony of keys as they jumped a little too much. They ended up falling backwards out of their stool and sprawling out on the floor at the trio’s feet. Mismatched green and purple eyes blink up at the soulmates.

“Sorry, kiddo!” Patton yelps, concerned for the other person’s wellbeing. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Shit!” The pianist gasped, scrambling up to their feet. “I mean fuck– um, no. Shit–” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was certain Roman and Patton must be feeling it too. “Sorry, I just– uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this early. Sorry.” Their soulmate finished, somewhat lamely.

“Ah, it would appear that you are our final soulmate,” Logan said, his mouth working even as his brain tried to catch up — because not only was this their final soulmate, but it was also Virgil Knight! “My name is Logan.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I am–”

“Remus?”

Reality came crashing down on Roman. His soulmate was famous musician Virgil Knight, former bandmate of convicted murderer Remus Duke… Roman’s identical twin.

“No, I–I’m his brother, Roman.”

~~~END~~~

I know it’s rude to end on a cliffhanger that I don’t intend to resolve, but I just wanted to write them meeting, I didn’t really want to get into the feelingsy part of it. I just wanted to finish smth to break out of my mini slump

Also the party Remy invited them to was the launch party for Virgil’s first solo album. Joan hired Remy to be Virgil’s friend/bodyguard/driver when Virgil decided he wanted to explore the country and be a normal teen for a while

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy January! November / December involved a whole lot of editing so I decided to make another roundup! Ngl this is mostly to prove to myself that I actually did a whole lot even though I feel like I didn't do enough because of the countdown being late, but I'm including it as part of December anyways so that I can start January as a fresh slate!

Countdown

12 Characters

Mercedes Delgado

Adhara Black

Mina Ambrosia

Clem Wayland

Hollis Everdeen

Ilsa George

Ophelia Wayne

Kirsty Gilmore

Erin Humphrey

Caroline Fox

Aurora Anderson

Mirella Gold

11 Ships:

Eloise Quinn

Valentina Wolfe x Audrey Hope 

Reese Masrani x Emilio Contreras

Ginevra Maroni x Bruce Wayne

Adelia Kline x Quinn Fabray

Ties That Bind

Delfina Baratheon x Oberyn Martell

Summer Sol x James Coleman

Maristela Carrillo x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott

Aurélia Agreste x Luka Couffaine

10 Brotps:

Hollis & The Band

Topher Charming & Marnie Fitzwater-Hood

Emily & Luke Patterson

Betty Fabray & Finn Hudson

Cassia Potter & Dimitri Volkor & Sebastian Rosier

Camila Nelson & Will Byers

Luciana Davila & The LDB

Kennedy Quinlan & Alex Claremont-Diaz

Vanessa Kline & Jason Todd

Eva Nightborn & Gabriel Branwell

9 Christmas Aesthetics

Kirsty Gilmore

Cece Cartwright

Noelle Of Arendelle

Sophie Dugray

Cassia Potter

Aurora Anderson

Ivy Knight

Chessy Of Arendelle

Betty Fabray

8 Platonic Crossovers

Ava & Roni [ @thecaptainsgingersnap ]

Aurora & Sydney [ @megdonnellys ]

Thalia & Remy [ @cecexwrites ]

Dylan & HN [ @ocmerunaway ]

Jax & The Girls [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Ivy & Amelia [ @darknightfrombeyond ]

Gloria & Gabe [ @manyfandomocs ]

Kirsty & Richie [ @the-witching-ash ]

7 Romantic Crossovers

Angel x Roman [ @the-witching-ash ]

Will x Kit [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Lily x Greyson [ @manyfandomocs ]

Cassandra x Waverly [ @megdonnellys ]

Savannah x Andrew [ @the-witching-ash ]

Ariadne x Elys [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Coco x Matthew [ @manyfandomocs ]

6 Intros

Reese Masrani

Colton Cartwright

Hollis Everdeen

Ophelia Wayne

Aurélia Agreste

Nevaeh Murphy

5 Posters

Katia McKinley

Olivia Olsen

Coco Bates

Maristela Carrillo

Laura Hyde

4 Neglected OCs

Quinn Hargreeves

Briar Tyrell Stark

Caitlin Watson

Miranda Granger

3 Nicknames

Arianne Martin

Sabina Maximoff

Kirsty Gilmore

2 AUs

Sophie Dugray + Arranged Marriage

Kirsty Gilmore + Raised By Emily & Richard

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Kirsty Gilmore

[oatmealdaydreams]

*pulls up to the drive thru window* yeah can i get auhhhh whats the fic your working on abt!!!! (or ur fave one if you're like me and growing a whole garden of them) and also a Are there certain tropes you really like to put in your fics?

Of course, let me get that for ya!

*demonic screeching & a bunch of crash/clutter sounds come from the background; along with me shouting "NOT TODAY, ANGST-NO-COMFORT" in the back with a battle cry*

*I reappear, looking like I just battled various creatures of unspecified origin*

Okay, so here's Current Fic I'm Working On/Fave WIP; it's a combo deal, ya see.

I have an entire meadow/flower field of drafts I'm working on (think acres long of stuff). One of them I'm currently working on is something for my MLP blog; it's a hurt/comfort drabble with Twlight Sparkle (main protagonist) and Spike (main protagonist's family/friend). To me, Twilight is like the big sister and Spike is like the baby brother. Sanders Sides related? I'm working on a drabble called A Wilting Flower that's based on a post one of my other moots talked about (@/askfurrysides). It's platonic Roceit, hurt/comfort; Janus comforting a very hurt Roman. One of my faves? Oh, they're all my darlings... one good one is this Dukexiety MLP au with cracked-horn unicorn Remus, flightless pegasus Virgil, earth pony Janus & Patton, and unicorn Logan. There's some "gotta find my missing brother" type of stuff. Janus and Roman have a kinder, less angsty friendship in this au. It mainly focuses on Dukexiety and Creativitwins.

Oh, and here's that Certain Tropes I Write for ya!

What's funny is I was going through and moving around old Wattpad drafts from those ol' days, and found a lot of common tropes I still kinda write. In list form bc I can :3 For My Human AUs > making Patton & Emile cousins > making Virgil Italian > making Janus French/speaks French > making Logan and Thomas adoptive brothers, usually with Thomas being the lil kid brother > making the twins have a complicated sibling relationship with each other > making Remus and Janus besties always > making Roman and Janus have a less angsty friendship/relationship > writing everyone's POV that isn't Patton's > making Remy an older sibling to the twins or to Virgil In General > giving Remus separation anxiety and abandonment issues, especially when it comes to Roman > giving Roman so many insecurites, omg, the ANGST, I'm not sorry >:3 > making Virgil and Janus figure some form of reconciliation or putting their shit on the back burner in favour of the Others/Thomas > complicated siblings/doomed siblings Creativitwins > hurt/comfort always, except when it isn't > touch-starved Sides finally getting the support they so desperately need > Logince (Logan & Roman) where it's them being representations of Thomas' executive functions & what happens when burnout/brain fog/creative block happens > chosen family, my beloved <3

There's more in stock somewhere, I don't want to overfill your order.

Enjoy!

[n-lol]

Sander Sides x Twisted Wonderland anyone?

I've recently picked up my hyperfixation on Sander Sides, and as the genius I am I thought of making a crossover between one of my favorite games and Sander Sides!

(Ps. My best friend helped with them so check them out too @kiraversee)

Virgil

Starting off strong with my personal favorite. So let's start off with saying he and Logan kinda grew up together because I love platonic Analogical, they're from the Shaftlands! As for the school, he attended NRC till his 3rd year! But after a HUGE fight with Janus (his second closest friend) he decided to change school and attend Noble Bell College. His previous dorm in NRC was Ignihyde, he was pretty much only friends with Ortho and saw Idia like twice in 2 years. (They met each other one night when they had both went out to get energy drinks from the vending machine, and the second time was because of Ortho dragging Idia with him to give a special gift to Virgil.)

Janus

(Offended they don't have yellow for font)

Our favorite snake boy, Janus. He grew up in Briar Valley, being a snake fae. Half of his face is covered in scales and has heterocromia, his left eye is light brown while his right one is bright yellow and snake like. He attendes NRC and is a 3rd year from Octavinelle. (He might have beef with Azul) He's not the absolute worst but he's not a saint either, tho if you ask Virgil he won't agree with me. He's pretty influential and has many 'acquaintances' in all the dorms so he's always up everybody's business. (Azul is impressed)

Remus

The og rat king! Twin brother and son of the famous Royal family from a kingdom not too far from Sage's Island. Childhood friend of Patton and younger twin of Roman, he's a menace. He's the second born which means he won't become king, but he hardly cares about royalty, he instead prefers to focus on "more important" matters like how to annoy his dorm leader. Who is Leona btw, yes Remus is in Savanaclaw, he's not a hybrid or anything of the sort but he sure is fast and athletic and he's surprisingly on par with some of the other members who *are* hybrids. (Leona was almost impressed) He's pretty well known for his constant pranks on other students and weird behavior other than the fact that he's a prince. His and Roman relationship isn't the best but not Leona and Falena level- fortunately.

Remy

Also well known as Azul's main source of income with how much money he spends on coffee at Mostro Lounge everyday. (Azul just gave him a card so he could always go to them instead of going to other cafes) He's well-known in NRC for the sole reason of him dating a RSA student, aka their sworn enemy. Also because of his powerful magic but they shouldn't be surprised as he is from Diasomnia dorm. He's a pretty chill guy and was friends with Virgil before he moved, now they hardly see/talk to each other. He's an older brother figure to a lot of people but he's hardly seen around anymore since he's a 4th year and he's working on his off campus education.

Might make a part 2 with the light sides!

[touchtranscendslanguage]

with the confirmation of what many people were sure was true a thought came to my mind:

would Roman technically be Virgil's stepfather?

No, Remy and Roman aren't married. Roman is just Virgil's dad's queer-platonic partner. I don't think that really counts as being related.

[luckyduckydyke]

Hear me out, hear me out- Sanders Sides Ratatouille AU

I'm thinking Virgil as Linguini and Roman as Remy. Janus as Colette, for sure, because that's where this idea started. Lots of platonic Prinxiety.

[anxiouslyfred]

Dear Self Esteem

Summary: Roman writes to characters from fiction in an attempt to build his self esteem.

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Dear Barbie,

Life is difficult and I've no clue how you have excelled in so many areas. You constantly become your best self, or take control over a situation to resolve it and I'm faltering behind everyone.

I've tried so many times to reinvent myself in a way that will get me respect, that I'll be able to look in the mirror and believe I've done something great, but that either leaves me feeling like a fraud, or exhausted from the bouncing between a million different views none of which can I truly agree with.

I know I am a mere male in your wonderland of female empowerment, but even doing things to support my friends and family fail now and I feel simply lost.

For now I'll look to your films and dolls and try to find hope that if I keep creating and dreaming I will manage to find that wonderful tomorrow.

Yours dreaming, Roman

/\/\

Dear Rapunzel,

You are so lucky to live in a land of fairytales and clear villains in your life.

Some days I think half my family are villains, but others I know they are just people trying to do the best they can with the information and views that they have. Even when you're double-crossed you are able to understand and either fight the villain doing wrong, or bring them back to good with a song and kind words.

What do we do when right and wrong, good and bad are not quite as simple as that?

I simply don't know where I should look. There are no lanterns in the sky for me to chase.

Yours despondently, Roman

/\/\

Dear Dreamers

I know you are out there, watching Thomas's videos, sometimes joining in with them. You are what make this career we've formed so special, so wonderful. I know, I remember saying all those years ago that I was on a solo quest to love myself, but loving the people I create for is definitely a step in the right direction.

Thomas see all those wonderful creations you make based off our ideas and those our friends suggest to include in this series and I simply adore it all. You're such a creative company, and I just wish I could feel included among your ranks.

Yours in wonder, Roman.

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Dear Aurora,

Even the most wonderful dream must be woken up from at some point. I hope that yours was lovely, especially since you don't wake up screaming as people sometimes do from nightmares.

In all honestly, I've been retreating to dreams and trying to sleep more recently. Remy claims it's unhealthy, but life is a horror that I need safety from. Perhaps it's worse to simply be a part of a person, because even the agency I have over myself feels limited. Everything must be for Thomas and the life he deserves to have.

I'm not sure what that life is from all the views different parts of him hold, and as the dreams that are meant to motivate Thomas, that leaves me floundering. I wish I could flee back to a castle barely remembered from childhood. Perhaps I would find the answers or have an unknown curse destroy me there.

Or at the very least I could form one in the imagination, perhaps leave a message for Virgil or someone over what I'm doing. That will calm any worries they have at least.

Yours pondering, Roman

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Dear Aurora,

I usually don't write to the same character twice, but Virgil came after me.

He was angry at the very existence of this adventure and claimed that I don't get to duck out without saying why at least. He barely even acknowledged that it had to be true loves kiss to wake me up, let alone enough to confirm whether his love is platonic or romantic. I'd built in a knight who would save me after a while but he never got the chance to show.

I guess I can still find dreams in the waking world to bring me hope.

Yours hopefully, Roman.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Dragon Quest

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Roman is missing and Janus enlists Virgil and Remus' help to find him. Together they end up on a quest through the imagination, ultimately leading them to... a cuddle pile??

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Warnings: none (that I'm aware of, but please lmk if i need to add any)

Pairings: romantic roceit, platonic anxceitmus, prinxiety and creativitwins

Word count: 2519

Notes: Yes, this is the dragon hoard cuddle pile fic we've been waiting for. Unfortunately, that will be happening in the second chapter, which I have not written yet because I'm tired and running low on creative juice. I promise I'll get to it soon though! Keep an eye on this one :D

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“Remus!” Janus called as he walked into the common room. Just as he expected, within the next five seconds there was a hole in the ceiling through which Remus was hanging upside down by his tentacles. 

“You called?” Remus asked, “Whassup?”

“Have you seen Roman?”

“Uh… don’t think so! But I’ve been in the imagination with Bessy all day-”

“I’ve definitely seen him in the last three days.” Janus interrupted, “And it’s totally not starting to worry me.”

“Ooh-” Remus said, wincing, “You’ve looked in his room?”

“Obviously not.”

“His imagination?” Remus suggested.

“I searched for four hours, but I couldn’t find him in the kingdom or the forest, or the dungeons, almost got killed by a pack of kobolds.”

“Jeez, you good?” Remus asked.

“I’m not fine, I’m more worried about Roman right now,” Janus said, waving him off, “Any other suggestions?”

“The subconscious?” Remus said, frowning.

“We would’ve felt it if he went there,” Janus shook his head, “And Remy visited yesterday, they would’ve said something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Remus nodded, “...The light sides?”

Janus frowned, why the hell would Roman go up there? Last Janus checked he was still very much avoiding Patton and Logan. Besides, his room was still here, it’s not like he’d gone back properly. 

“He could just be visiting Virgil?” Remus suggested, probably seeing the look on Janus’ face, he dropped down from the ceiling to stand properly on the floor. 

“Perhaps…” Janus sighed, “Do you think we should summon Virgil and see if he knows anything?”

“Eh?” Remus said, shrugging and wandering off towards the kitchen, “Go ahead, I’ma make a sandwich.”

“Don’t you dare,” Janus said, “You know what happened last time you made a sandwich? I’m not having any more fires.”

“That was Roman!” Remus yelled, “Last time I made a sandwich was with the sentient condiment slime!”

“Which is better how exactly?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, they stared at each other for a moment before Janus sighed, “If you can promise the mess wont leave the kitchen, you can make a sandwich.”

“Fuck yes!” Remus grinned, “Promise!”

Janus rolled his eyes, “I’m going to search for Virgil.”

“Lemme know if you find Ro!”

—-

“...Janus?” Virgil said through the crack in his door, looking a little perplexed, “The hell are you doing up here?”

“Have you seen Roman?” Janus asked, Virgil’s expression immediately morphed from confusion to panic.

“No?” Virgil said, opening his door properly, “Isn’t he with you guys?”

“Neither Remus or I have seen him for multiple days.” Janus explained, “I am totally not starting to get slightly frantic and I was wondering if he was with you for some reason.”

“I uh- no I haven’t seen him, but- I can help you guys look-if you want?” Virgil said, putting his hands in his pockets, “I mean- maybe?”

Janus shook his head, "Absolutely not, I don't want your help whatsoever, it's not like you've known Roman longer than we have or anything." 

Sighing, Virgil stepped out of his door and closed it behind him, "Where's Remus?" 

"Making a sandwich and hopefully wrecking my entire kitchen, why?" 

"Because he can navigate the imagination better than we can- if you've looked around the mindscape then he's probably in there," Virgil said, leading the way down the hallway. Janus would have suggested sinking out, but he suspected Virgil needed time to mentally prepare to go downstairs. Despite Remus' invitation, Virgil hadn't stepped a foot in the darkside's mindscape since he'd left.

"I've already checked the imagination." Janus said, possibly a little too haughtily. 

Virgil turned to stare at him for a second before sighing, "His imagination is infinite, dumbass, you couldn't have checked it all, and you wouldn't have found him, especially if he didn't want you to, which is why we need Remus." 

Frowning, Janus followed Virgil back downstairs where they found that Remus, luckily, hadn't completely destroyed the kitchen.

"Hi Vee!" Remus called, waving before he shoved half a sandwich in his mouth all at once. Janus winced.

"uh… hey Remus," Virgil said, narrowing his eyes at Remus, "What- is that?" 

"PB&J!" Remus grinned, waving the second half of the sandwich - which was dripping jam and something that looked far too runny to be peanut butter onto the floor, "With pickle juice!" 

That would be it. 

"Disgusting! Anyway," Virgil said, turning back to Janus, "Is there any reason you can think of that he might have gone off to hide?" 

Janus shared a look with Remus, who shrugged. Janus sighed, "Not that I noticed… Did anything happen at the last meeting?" 

“Other than Roman having grown horns out of nowhere? Not really,” Virgil said, before his eyes widened, “Wait- that’s probably it, isn’t it?”

“Whatever do you mean, Virgil?” Janus asked, confused.

“Remember how when I got mine I basically took over part of Remus’ forest?” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“Some of the webs are still there!” Remus said, grinning, “I made some funky spiders to fill them!”

“Right, and Remus went off and hid in a la- ohh…” Janus said, realising what Virgil was implying.

“So, if we can figure out where Roman’s beastie would be likely to hide, we could probably find Roman there too,” Virgil said with an exasperated sigh, “Seriously you didn’t figure this out yourself, Jan?”

“I feel as though I’m being unnecessarily mocked because I was worried about my boyfriend’s disappearance,” Janus said, crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. Virgil sighed and waved him off.

“‘Kay well if Ro’s a dragon then he’s probably in a cave somewhere,” Remus said, before gasping, “Oh! He has this big mountain range where all the dragons in his imagination live, he’s probably gone there!”

Virgil shuddered, “Are the other dragons likely to try and eat us?”

“I guess we’ll find out!” Remus said, grinning.

“I suppose we don’t want set off as soon as possible, then?” Janus said, raising an eyebrow, “Virgil, will you be coming?”

“Sure why not,” Virgil said with a sigh, “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Hooray!” Remus cheered, chucking the rest of his sandwich onto the side and running off. 

—-

Virgil didn’t know what to expect when the three of them walked through the big red and gold doors to the imagination, but it certainly wasn’t to have his outfit changed, his hoodie was replaced with a long hooded cloak featuring the same patchy style. He’d gained what seemed to be arm guards that ended in fingerless gloves as well as a loose grey tunic and tight black trousers. He was also a little surprised to note that he had multiple weapons concealed on his person as well as a bow slung over his shoulder. Virgil didn’t have a single clue about archery, but whatever, at least he wasn’t Janus.

“You look like a victorian woman!” Remus said between snorting laughter whilst Janus crossed his arms over an elegant-looking black and gold bodice with a white off-the-shoulder shirt with long white gloves replacing his yellow ones. Not only that, but he also sported a loose cape jacket and a bell skirt that stopped just above his ankles, where Virgil could just about make out what looked like riding boots under the mass of ruffles. Janus sighed.

“Looks like we’re on a quest,” Janus said, sounding like he couldn’t be less excited about the fact.

“Yay!” Remus cheered, medieval knight’s armour clanking as he raised his Morningstar to the sky. 

“Wonderful,” Virgil deadpanned, “Will one of you explain what the hell this is?”

“This hasn’t happened to you before?” Janus asked, seeming mostly tired.

“...no?? Usually my clothes don’t randomly change into something else when I go into the imagination?” Virgil said, throwing his hands into the air. 

Janus sighed and shook his head, whilst Remus leant on his Morningstar and shook his head at Virgil.

“It’s basically like, y’know when Roman does daydream mode?” Remus said, Virgil nodded, “It’s like that but even more… daydreamy, and in the imagination, we call it quest mode.”

“More or less, we have been assigned roles, and while it totally matters if we don’t go along with whatever storyline we are presented with going forward, there will be a storyline that will likely lead us to Roman.” Janus explained, crossing his arms over the corset. Virgil couldn’t help but notice how much jewellery Janus was wearing compared to the rest of them, a gold bar necklace, a silver chain that housed what looked like a ruby pendant, and earrings, bracelets and rings. Virgil was only wearing a black choker with a small silver moon pendant and Remus was wearing no jewellery at all. 

“So we’re heading for the mountains but looking out for whatever this storyline is on the way?” Virgil asked.

“Basically, yes.” Janus nodded, “I have no idea how easy it’ll be to climb a mountain in this dress, though.”

“We’ll figure that out when we come to it.” Virgil sighed, “Remus?”

“Mmh?” Remus said, turning from where he was attempting to shove one of the whimsical forest mushrooms into his mouth.

“Don’t eat that,” Virgil sighed, “Do you know which way we gotta go?”

“Oh yeah,” Remus nodded, spitting out the mushroom and standing up, “North.”

“...Which way is north?” Virgil asked, crossing his arms. Remus rolled his eyes and pointed down the path that seemed to lead them through the woods, which were much more fairy-like than Virgil remembered. If this was some fantasy quest like Remus had described, Virgil wouldn’t even be surprised if they were in some kind of fairyland. 

“We totally shouldn’t stick together,” Janus spoke up the moment Remus went to leave the path.

“You don’t say,” Virgil said, taking a knife from a holder on his arm guard and flipping it mindlessly from hand to hand, “And don’t go off the path, Roman’s told me enough about fae lore to know that, at least.”

—-

They had been walking for maybe an hour - Virgil was finding it difficult to tell the time - before the trees around them began to thin. Once the three of them were free of the forest completely Remus excitedly pointed out the mountains they were headed towards in the distance. God that looked… far. 

“You think we should’ve packed like… food or something?” Virgil asked, frowning. He wasn’t tired yet, not from just an hour’s walk through what was really a fairly peaceful forest, but the hilly fields and river valleys didn’t look like they’d be much fun to traverse. 

“It totally wouldn’t have been wise.” Janus said, taking a few deep breaths, “How on earth did Victorian women wear this every day? This dress totally isn’t incredibly heavy.”

“Jan just doesn’t like dressing like a girl,” Remus said, “Sexist.”

“I’m not sexist, you dunce,” Janus huffed, “I definitely have qualms about ‘dressing like a girl’ These clothes are just… incredibly practical for the amount of walking we have ahead of us.”

“Awee poor Janny, stuck in a big poofy dress,” Remus taunted, “This armour’s all hot and sticky but you don’t see me complaining!”

“Yes, because ‘hot and sticky’ totally isn’t something that you’ve mentioned you enjoy being multiple times in the past,” Janus huffed. 

“Guys shut up,” Virgil said, raising a hand, “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Remus asked, Virgil glared.

“If you shut up you might- woah!” Virgil yelped, jumping back as something swept down from the sky and snatched Janus - who didn’t even get the chance to so much as yelp - up far too quickly for him too see more than a red, white and gold blur. Once he’d realised what had happened, though, Virgil shaded his eyes, squinting up into the sky to try and get a look at the kidnapper. He could make out what looked like dragon wings, though they were much smaller than any of the other dragons he’d seen in Roman’s imagination before…

“Was that fucking Roman?” Remus yelled, gesturing wildly at the sky. 

“I don’t- that was- that happened too quickly for me to tell!” Virgil cried in confusion. 

“Welp we’re fucked, there goes the brain cell,” Remus said, putting his head in his hands in what Virgil was pretty sure was mock sorrow.

“Wait hold up- Roman has wings?? ” Virgil said, "Also excuse you! I have a braincell!"

“Uh, yeah Virgil, he’s a dragon, haven’t we gone over this?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“You never told me he has wings!” Virgil cried, throwing his hands up into the air before sitting down on a large outcropping rock, “What the hell are we supposed to do now.”

“Uh, duh, we go follow them?” Remus said, gesturing his hand in that direction.

“It’ll take us hours to walk!” Virgil yelled, head in hands, “What if that wasn’t even Roman that took him! What if it was that- I don’t know- that Dragon Witch character he created ages ago and Janus is actually in trouble?”

“Woah dude, ok first of all no-ones gonna get hurt here, this is Ro’s imagination, so it’s not even fun like mine, Jan has object impermanence plot armour bullshit like Logan does too,” Remus said, picking his nails, “So even if that wasn’t Roman, Jan’ll be fine, and if it was or not we should still go after them because of the storyline Janus mentioned earlier, remember?”

Virgil shook his hands out, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right, that doesn’t change the fact that it’s gonna take us forever to get there.”

“Hey look,” Remus said in a mocking tone as two horses trotted out of the forest, “Horses that I totally didn’t just summon because I can do that too!”

Virgil eyed the horses suspiciously, “They’re not gonna like, attack me or- i don’t know turn into the demogorgon or something, are they?” He asked as Remus swung himself onto the back of the armoured black and white seemingly innocent shire horse. 

“Find out!” Remus cackled, “Now c'mon or you’ll be left behind!”

He thought that he’d rather potentially be attacked by a demon horse than be left totally alone in the imagination, so he - begrudgingly - climbed onto the back of the Andalusian and grabbed onto the saddle, suddenly realising that he had never ridden a horse in his life. Luckily the mare didn’t seem much bothered by his nervousness as she leaned down to graze the grass at her feet. 

“Remus?” Virgil said, awkwardly grabbing the reins. 

“Yeah, Virgin?” Remus called, having already started his own horse forward, “Are ya coming?”

“I uh- I don’t know how to ride a horse-” Virgil said, Remus rolled his eyes.

“Dumbass, it’s imaginary,” Remus said, “You can do whatever the fuck you want, you don’t gotta do it right .”

“Oh,” Virgil mumbled.

“Left-brained sides, I’ll never understand you dorks,” Remus mumbled as he urged his horse to continue walking. Virgil did the same - surprised to find that it actually worked - and together they set off to follow the speck in the distant sky that was Janus and probably-Roman.

Virgil really hoped that Janus, at least, was having a good time, wherever he was right now.

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I'm also going to tag @doteddestroyer because you seemed to have a vested interest in this fic in particular. hehe