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Home for Christmas

So four of my fics didn’t show up in the tags because they had links to my ao3 account in them, so I’m reposting them w/o the links because I heavily depend on the tags for people to see them.

This one took a long time to write and I’m really proud of it, so while I appreciate if you read any of my fics I’d really love for you to check this one out.

My ao3 account is glassesgay Check out my masterlist for the rest of my fics

Requested by anonymous

Summary: Roman comes back to his home town for Christmas after a few years away and runs into his high school sweetheart, Virgil.

Ships: Prinxiety, mentioned Logicality, mentioned RemyXEmile

Warnings: mentions of abuse and some allusions to sex (nothing actually n\s\f\w) and Virgil swears quite a bit

Word Count: 5761

Not posting my taglist since they were tagged in the original post

Roman sighed as he stopped the rental car in his parents driveway. He stared at the familiar house in front of him with a look of disdain curling on his lip.

He hadn’t been home in five years, and he never suspected he would ever come back.

Roman worked hard throughout high school to earn money and scholarships for college. Throughout college, he worked hard at maintaining his grades but also to get enough money to move to New York. He somehow managed to do it, and found an apartment outside of New York City and found a roommate named Patton.

It had been really rough at first with both him and Patton skipping meals and walking in the snow around the city because he couldn’t afford a taxi. But then Patton’s boyfriend, Logan, moved in with them, and with three people paying rent, things got a little easier.

After a year in New York, Roman was then finally able to find his footing and got acting gigs. He suspected if he kept auditioning, he could definitely make his Broadway debut someday.

Driving through his small hometown, memories flooded back to him and none of them were pleasant. He had been a big-city kid stuck in a small town. Nothing exciting ever happened. They didn’t have a theater. Their theater program in school was severely underfunded.

His parents never supported him or listened to him or cared.

Roman had to get out. And that’s what he did.

He told himself he’d never look back.

But one day, out of the blue, his parents called and asked him to come home for Christmas. Why now, after five years of no contact, Roman didn’t know. He didn’t know if they wanted money or wanted him to move back in or what.

Roman had no idea why he said yes. He half thought to turn back around to the airport.

Instead, he got out the car and grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. His legs moved on autopilot as he walked towards the front door. The dip in the pathway was there. Don’t step there, that spot gets really slick with ice. There’s where the concrete steps up.

He stopped and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. After a few moments the door swung open and there was his mom.

She looked the same.

“Hi, Mom.”

She smiled. “Roman! It’s so good to see you!”

He was ushered inside his childhood home to see everything was the same. The crack in the window from when Roman threw rocks at is a a kid. The water damage from a leak they took too long to fix. Scratches on the wood floor from Roman’s toy cars.

Absolutely nothing had changed.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by his dad grasping his shoulder.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Roman.”

“We made your bed,” Roman’s mom said. “You’re room is all ready.”

Roman gave a curt smile and nodded before walking down the hall to his room. All the drawings he made with marker as a child were still there. Significantly faded, but still there. He opened the door, and the only thing different was the bed sheets. Musical posters lined the walls and sheet music littered his desk and floor. Old monologues were sticking out of one of his drawers. Paint stains littered the carpet in the corner of the room with his easel.

His heart panged in his chest as a wave of bitter nostalgia washed through him.

He didn’t miss this room.

He was starting to unpack his suitcase when he remembered something.

He got on his knees and looked under the bed to see an old shoebox hidden against the back wall. He pulled it out and felt another sharp pang in his chest.

Roman sat down on his bed and looked at the box in his lap. He took a deep breath before opening it. A small rainbow flag laid on top of stacks of papers. He placed the flag next to him and continued. Phone numbers for LGBT+ suicide hotlines were written on a scrap piece of notebook paper along with resource websites. Pamphlets advertising for the school’s small Gay-Straight Alliance. Roman remembered telling his parents he had tutoring after school so he could go to the GSA without him knowing.

There was a rainbow and HRC sticker he never got the courage to put on his laptop. Informational packets given to him by the GSA about different identities. Invitations for the GSA Christmas parties. A laminated piece of paper to show his teachers on the Day of Silence to explain why he wasn’t talking.

After he picked up the last piece of paper, he saw a photo of him and his high school boyfriend at the very bottom. Roman was kissing his cheek while he was laughing. He quickly shoved the papers back on top of it and closed the box.

They had originally tried to keep in touch when Roman went off to college, but since he was a year younger than Roman he was stuck in his senior year of high school as Roman left the state. Things got in the way and after about a year they lost contact.

A wave of sadness washed over him before bitter anger. He was angry at the fact he had to hide this from his parents. He was angry over how much pain this caused him as young, confused, desperate teenager.

He shoved the box back under his bed and went to finish unpacking.

Roman’s parents asked if he wanted to stay for dinner, but he said he was going to meet somebody. He assured them he would stay tomorrow, he just wanted to get reacquainted with the town.

He wasn’t actually meeting anyone. He just wanted out of that house.

Roman had parked the rental car in the first parking spot he saw in the little shopping district his town had. He stepped out and felt another wave of sadness as he decided where to go.

He walked to a little coffee shop he and his boyfriend would visit a lot. Being in different classes, they couldn’t see each other much at school and neither of them wanted to deal with their parents, so they came here to spend time together and enjoy each others company. It was his favorite place in town.

(Well, his actual favorite spot had been parked in an abandoned lot in the woods, the two of them together in the backseat of Roman’s car. But he wasn’t going to admit that.)

He opened the door to walk in when he ran into someone who was trying to leave at the same time.

He went to apologize and froze in his tracks.

Roman couldn’t believe it.

There he was, standing right in front of him.

Virgil Moore.

They both stared at each other in shock, trying to come up with what to say. They quickly stepped away from the door as someone cleared their throat behind them, annoyed they were blocking the exit.

“I- Virgil,” Roman breathed out. “It’s so wonderful to see you.”

“I- um- yeah,” Virgil stuttered out.

If anything had changed in this town, it was Virgil. He had this emo/goth aesthetic he was always too scared to commit to in high school, but here he was in black jeans and a hoodie. He had had always talked about wanting to paint his nails, and now that Roman saw him with black nail polish he felt a surge of pride go through him. Not only that, but his hair was purple and he pierced his ears.

He looked incredible.

“Sit with me, please?” Roman asked, eyes wide and hopeful. Virgil just nodded as he followed Roman to a table.

Roman didn’t even bother getting coffee. He had bigger priorities now.

“How have you been? What have you been up to? I can’t believe it’s been five years. I’ve missed you. Have you-”

“Slow down, Princey,” Virgil said. Roman’s heart fluttering at the old nickname.

“How have you been, Virgil?”

Virgil opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. Eventually he just huffed a defeated sigh and slouched back in his chair.

“As well as I could be in this town, I guess.”

Roman’s smile faltered a bit.

“How about you?”

Roman hesitated to answer, wanting to be careful with his words. He didn’t have a bad thing to say about his past five years out of this town, and he didn’t want to make Virgil feel worse.

“I want you to tell the truth, Roman,” Virgil eventually said. “It isn’t going to upset me.”

Roman melted under the sound of his name escaping Virgil’s mouth again as he allowed his smile to widen.

“I’ve been fantastic,” Roman said. “I live in New York now and everything is going so well.”

“Glad to hear it,” Virgil muttered into his coffee.

“You said you wouldn’t get mad,” Roman said.

“I’m not,” Virgil sighed. “Jealous, perhaps. But not mad.”

Roman went to say something when Virgil looked at his phone.

“Shit, I’ve got to go home. My parents are expecting me.”

“You still live with your parents?”

“They haven’t allowed otherwise.”

Roman winced.

“Is your number the same?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll text you.”

“You still have my number memorized?” Roman said, giving Virgil a cheeky smile. Blush quickly formed on Virgil’s face.

“I’ll see you later, Roman.”

Roman watched as Virgil left, smile wide and heart racing.

Roman was giddy as he walked back to his rental car. He had finally got his coffee and had grabbed a sandwich there too, but all he wanted to do now was go back to his bedroom and wait for Virgil to text him.

After a few hours of lying on his bed and lounging on his laptop, he heard his phone ding on his desk.

He almost threw his laptop off him as he untangled himself from his blankets.

Unknown Number: roman?

Roman: Virgil?

Virgil: yeah

Roman felt his smile grow on his face.

Roman: It was nice to see you again.

Virgil: yeah

Roman: Are you free anytime this week? I’d like to see you again.

Virgil: i have work tomorrow but im free the rest of the week for the holidays

Roman: Want to grab lunch sometime?

They arranged plans, and Roman fell asleep excited, not wanting to wait for the day after tomorrow to come.

Virgil groaned as he woken up by the blare of his alarm clock. He hit the off button and pushed himself up. He shuffled towards the bathroom he shared with his parents. As he stepped in the shower and let the hot water wash over him, he heard his parents yelling at each other.

So it was going to be one of those days.

As he got ready for work, they kept fighting - their voices getting louder and louder.

Virgil didn’t like that he was used to this.

Eventually, he was finally ready to go and went to grab his wallet, keys, and phone before heading out.

Virgil hated living with his parents. He was twenty-two. He should have been able to go to college and meet new people and experience new things and get away from this hell town and shitty parents.

Like Roman did.

But he couldn’t. His parents were controlling and abusive and wouldn’t let him leave.

It wasn’t like Virgil could afford to leave anyways.

Virgil had been working as much as he can to earn enough to make it out of here. He was so close it was maddening.

As he walked out the front door, his phone dinged.

Roman: Good morning~

Virgil felt heat rise in his face. Roman used to always send him good morning texts when they were dating.

Virgil didn’t know what to make of all this. He and Roman were dating, then Roman went off to do bigger and better things while Virgil was stuck here.

And then out of the blue, Roman just shows up again and wants to act like nothing happened.

Did Virgil even want to reconnect with Roman? Sure, they were crazy about each other in high school, but they were only teenagers.

Roman had changed. He was taller, tanner, more fit, and more put together. But the most recognizable thing was how confident he seemed. None of that fake confidence he put up in high school, but genuine confidence.

Virgil couldn’t deny how happy that made him to see Roman like that. Especially after how the numerous times Virgil had to comfort Roman, trying to make him see past his self doubts and see how amazing he was.

He couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to see Roman again. What are the odds they run into each other?

So Virgil texted Roman a quick “hey” before getting in his car and driving to work.

Virgil worked at a clothing store, and working retail sucked . His manager sucked, the owner sucked, most of the customers sucked, and even the clothes there sucked.

It sucked.

Virgil couldn’t get on his phone until his lunch break, and that’s when he saw Roman had texted him.

Repeatedly.

Roman: I hope you’re doing well this morning~ It was so strange to sleep in my bedroom again. Remember all those times you stayed the night? Those were nice. I’m excited to see you.

Virgil’s face got red. He wished Roman would stop talking about when they dated.

And god, how could Virgil forget. He’d bring a sleeping bag to let Roman’s parents think it was a normal sleepover, but as soon as Roman’s parents went to bed he’d cuddle up with Roman on his bed.

They never dared to do much since Roman’s parents were right across the hall, but some of their most tender moments were shared in his bedroom, with Roman’s arms wrapped tightly around him.

Virgil shook his head.

Roman: I hope I’m not bothering you with all these texts. Oh wait I forgot you had work I hope work isn’t too bad today

Virgil: im on my lunch break now i see you still talk too much

Roman: Hey! Do not. Seriously though - you doing okay?

Virgil: as well as i can be in retail

Roman: ouch

Virgil walked into the Taco Bell and put his phone in his pocket to order. Once he sat down with his food, he saw Roman had continued to text him a lot.

Roman: I hope everything’s okay. I never asked, where do you work? When I left you were working at McDonald’s, but it doesn’t sound like you work there anymore.

Virgil: a boutique filled with too much turquoise and paisley

Roman: Sounds fun. Remember when I tried to work fast food but got fired for arguing with customers too much?

Virgil: how could i forget you used to get us both in trouble

Roman: Haha, sorry.

Virgil was scared by how easy it was to talk to Roman. Things were so different now. Roman was so different now. He was so different now.

But they were talking like Roman never left.

The next day, Roman got up early. After a painfully slow day with his parents, he was ready to see Virgil again.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

Roman whistled happily as he walked out the front door, spinning his key ring on his finger.

Virgil was adamant they had not meet at the same coffee shop. Roman had suspected it had something to do with how much time they spent there together in high school. So they decided to meet in a nearby bakery.

Virgil was already there, shaking his leg and twisting his hoodie string. It was a nervous tick he had in high school, and Roman thought it was cute that he kept it all these years. Virgil saw him walk towards the table and waved.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” Roman said as he sat down. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Virgil shrugged. “You?”

“Fantastic, now,” Roman said as he pulled the chair closer to the table.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause you look more beautiful than I remember,” Roman grinned.

Virgil’s cheeks turned a dark red.

“Oh, shut up,” Virgil muttered.

“Tell me everything that’s happened since I left,” Roman said.

“Not much,” Virgil admitted. “You left, I finished my senior year of high school. I got a job at this dumb little boutique, trying to earn enough to leave. My parents won’t let me get an apartment of my own, so I’m planning on leaving one day without telling them.”

“Where?”

Virgil shrugged. “Anywhere. Away.”

They stopped talking as a waitress came to take their order.

“What have you been doing since you left?” Virgil asked.

“Well, obviously, I went to college. Those four years went by so quickly, Virgil.”

“Tell me everything about it,” Virgil said suddenly, eyes bright. “I’ll never get to go, so I want to hear about your experiences.”

This caught Roman by surprise, but he smiled and relaxed in his chair.

“Yeah, alright. Well, my freshman year started with a roommate named Jacob. He was the worst . But I met some great people, too. Valerie, for starters. She was also a musical theater major.”

They stopped talking as the waitress gave them their drinks.

“I met Damien that year. He’s majoring in theatrical makeup. He’s a snarky asshole, but we love him anyways,” Roman continued. “My sophomore year my roommate was Remy. Oh, god, imagine the sassiest gay guy you know. He’s sassier. We stayed roommates for the rest off college. He’s one of my best friends. He later introduced me to his boyfriend Emile who’s studying to be a therapist. He’s great, if not a bit too obsessed with cartoons. Even more so than myself.

Classes were hard, but god, all my theater courses were a dream . My sophomore year I slacked off a bit in my studies because Remy always knew where the next party was. I was, uh, pretty crazy that year.”

“Oh?” Virgil asked. “Roman? A party animal? Never saw it coming,” he teased. Roman stuck his tongue out.

Roman continued to talk about his best experiences. The parties, the performances, the times spent with friends.

While Virgil was happy to see Roman had a good time, it also left a bitter taste in his mouth to know he missed out on so much.

Roman let it slip that he dated somebody. He snapped his mouth shut and looked at Virgil with scared, wide eyes as he waited for a reaction.

“You dated?” Virgil asked.

“But none of them lasted very long,” Roman said quickly. “They were fun, sure, but ultimately they didn’t mean anything.”

“It’s not a big deal, Roman. We aren’t dating anymore,” Virgil said.

Roman stopped breathing

“Yeah, you’re right,” he whispered, staring at the floor.

“I mean, I dated a couple of guys while you were gone,” Virgil said.

Silence. Virgil knew that wasn’t what Roman wanted to hear, but it was something that needed to be acknowledged.

“Do you think…” Roman started slowly. “We could ever get back together?”

That was the question Virgil had been dreading. He took a deep breath before it was his turn to stare at the floor.

“I don’t know, Roman. I really don’t know. Let’s just see go through this week, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Roman said softly.

“So what are you doing now?” Virgil asked.

“I live in New York,” Roman said, trying to build up the same energy he had earlier. “I’m rooming with my friends Patton and Logan. Damien, Remy, Emile, and I all keep in touch regularly. I’ve gotten a couple of acting gigs and if everything keeps going as well as it is now I’ll definitely be able to make my Broadway debut someday.”

“Make sure you get me tickets for that,” Virgil said. "You never shut up about Broadway in high school. I’d like to see all that carrying on was for something.“

“Of course,” Roman laughed.

The week went by too quickly. While Roman made sure to spend as much time with Virgil as possible, it was never enough. Roman had scheduled to leave the day after Christmas, but now Roman was regretting that decision.

Near the end of the week, Virgil finally agreed to meet Roman back in the coffee shop. So here they were, talking and laughing just like they used to.

Roman was happy to see Virgil was just as comfortable around him now as he used to be.

He also couldn’t ignore the blushes and soft gazes on Virgil’s face, just as Virgil couldn’t ignore the ones on Roman’s.

"Oh my god! I can’t believe you did that!” Virgil laughed. Roman smiled and shrugged.

“I was 19, drunk, and stupid.”

Virgil continued to laugh for a bit before stopping, wiping tears from his eyes.

“I forgot how much I missed this,” Roman whispered. “I forgot how much I missed you.”

“Roman…” Virgil started.

“I don’t think my feelings for you ever went away completely,” Roman said. “They just started to fade. And maybe after five years that’s really pathetic, but I don’t care.”

“Roman, I-”

“And I don’t want to leave this town until I know what you’re feelings towards me are right now,” Roman finished.

“I- I don’t know. I’d like to, but I don’t know,” Virgil admitted. “It’s been five years Roman. So much has changed and- and we have so much we’d have to talk about-”

“Let’s talk, then,” Roman pleaded. Virgil was starting to get panicky, so Roman backed off a bit.

“I- I don’t want to talk where people could hear us,” Virgil admitted.

“…Let’s go to that spot in the woods,” Roman said.

“ Roman! ” Virgil hissed.

“No, no! Not like that,” Roman clarified. “Where we know for certain no one else is around. It’ll just be us two. We don’t have to worry about anything else but ourselves.

Virgil hesitated for a few moments. “Fine, yeah. Let’s just go.”

Roman led Virgil out of the coffee shop and into the rental car. Virgil was silent the who car ride, making Roman nervous.

As Roman drove down the bumpy dirt roads, he noticed Virgil was biting his nails. A bad habit he tried to drop in high school and only resorted to when he was really nervous.

Roman parked and they both just stared ahead.

“What’s bothering you, Virge?” Roman asked, pulling out his high school nickname for Virgil.

Virgil huffed and got out of the car. Roman quickly followed as they went to sit on the trunk.

They both stared straight ahead for a few moments.

“I’ll go first,” Roman offered. Virgil said nothing. "I was devastated when you stopped answering my texts, but I also understood. It’s hard to maintain a long distance relationship at such a young age.

But we’re older now. And with more life experience, I know we had something really special, Virgil.“

Roman was getting choked up and had to pause for a moment. Virgil looked down at the ground.

"And seeing you after five years really made me realize that. This past week has been amazing. And I know things would be different now, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be great. Based on this week alone, I think we could really make this work.”

Roman took a shaky breath. Virgil reached out and placed a hand on Roman’s knee. Roman placed a hand over Virgil’s, and they both sat in silence for a few minutes. Not awkward, not peaceful. Just silent.

“When you left,” Virgil started, voice sounding really loud after pure silence. "I was completely alone. I felt abandoned. I understand now that it isn’t your fault and I would have taken the same chance you did. But at the time I was angry. I had no other friends in that school or anyone else I trusted, Roman.“

Roman squeezed Virgil’s hand as he took a deep breath.

"You were so excited about everything. You were having a great time while I was just stuck. I was so angry that I would never get the chance to go to college. So I thought I was angry at you. I quickly found out I wasn’t angry at you, but at myself and my parents and basically everything else. But not you. Never you. So that anger devolved into self-hatred. This was my fault. I deserved to be alone. I thought you didn’t deserve to deal with my sorry ass anymore, so I stopped answering your calls and texts.”

They were both close to tears now.

“Virgil, darling, I-”

“And I shouldn’t have done that. How much did I take away from us? Five years of what could have been happiness.”

“Virgil, I-”

“And I guess I’m still angry and jealous, but not at you. Because I’m stuck in this town when all I want is to leave. I want to leave this town and be free of everything this town did to me.”

“…How are your parents?” Roman asked. His mind flashed back to all the times Roman helped Virgil after he came to Roman’s house covered in scrapes and bruises. The times he had to hold Virgil while he cried because of his parent’s cruel words. The times Virgil had to sneak into Roman’s bedroom window because his parents kicked him out for the night.

Roman would never forgive them.

“The physical abuse stopped as I got older. But shit, Roman,. The verbal and emotional has only gotten worse.”

“Virgil, I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to reconnect with you. I knew what you were stuck with, but I didn’t try harder to help you,” Roman said. The tears they were both holding back escaped their eyes.

“Jesus, Roman. Don’t cry or you’re gonna make it worse,” Virgil said, wiping away his own tears.

“Sorry,” Roman muttered as he wiped his eyes.

“I want to leave,” Virgil whispered, staring at the woods in front of them. "I want to leave so badly. I want to go out and show my art and my stories to the world. I want the same opportunities you had, Roman. I’m trying so hard to leave but I’m just… scared. Scared I’ll go somewhere else and nothing will change. I’ll still be pathetic and I’ll still be alone.“

Silence fell between them. The sky was starting to grow dark around them as the air grew colder.

”…Come back with me.“

"What?”

“Come back with me to New York,” Roman said, more insistent this time as he turned more towards Virgil. Virgil stared at him.

“I- I-”

“My roommates won’t mind. With another person paying rent, it’ll just make things easier. And- and I’ll let you take my room and I’ll stay on the couch, I don’t care. I can help you find a job and I can show you all my favorite places and-”

“Roman I can’t just leave with you.”

“Why not? You’d finally have freedom, Virgil! You can have the opportunities to get your art and creations out there!”

Virgil looked overwhelmed, so Roman reached out and gently put Virgil’s hands in his, holding them to his chest. "I know it’s sudden and I know it’s a lot, but I promise you that I’ll be with you every step of the way.“

"This is crazy,” Virgil whispered.

“Probably.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Definitely.”

“We met for the first time in five years a week ago. I can’t just- I- I mean I want- I-”

“I’ll let you think about it,” Roman said. "I’m still in town for a few more days. And if you still haven’t made up your mind by then, I’ll wait for your answer in New York. And if you say yes, I’ll come down and get you.

“This could be the dumbest decision I’ll ever make in my life.”

“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?” Roman asked, eyes twinkling.

“I’ll think about it,” Virgil sighed as he took his hands out of Roman’s.

The next day, Virgil and Roman met up again. To Virgil’s relief, Roman didn’t mention the offer. Not the next day, nor the next.

They just hung out together like everything was normal, and that’s exactly what Virgil wanted.

Christmas was painful. Roman’s parents asked him to spend the entire day with him, but Roman really just wanted to see Virgil.

Roman still couldn’t tell what his parents wanted. Were they trying to sweeten him up with Christmas to ask for something? Or were they genuinely wanting to reconnect with their son?

Roman had no idea.

Roman went through the motions and was nice and grateful. If his mother was anything, she was a really good cook, so he had that going for him that day.

All in all, it was just as he expected.

It was late at night when he got a call from Virgil.

“Hey, Virgil. What’s-”

“Roman? Where are you?” Virgil asked, voice shaking. Roman could hear him struggling to breath, and Roman knew exactly what was happening.

“Hey, hey, Virgil. Remember the breathing exercises you learned. Good, good. You’re doing so good, Virge. It’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Roman said, relief washing over him as he heard Virgil’s breath become more steady. "What happened?“

"My dad- he- fuck.”

“Do you need to come over?” Roman offered.

Silence.

“Yeah,” Virgil said quietly.

“My parents are about to go to bed, so-”

“I’ll come in your window,” Virgil finished.

“I’ll see you soon,” Virge.“

"Yeah,” Virgil said before hanging up.

About ten minutes later there was a light tapping on the window. Roman went to open it, struggling a bit against the resistance due to lack of use, but eventually opened it. Virgil immediately fell into Roman’s arms and buried his head into Roman’s chest. Roman let Virgil hug him as he closed the window again before turning all his attention to Virgil.

“What happened?” Roman whispered. Virgil was struggling to keep his sobs silent as he knew his parents might hear.

“My dad and I got in a fight,” Virgil muttered into Roman’s chest. “And I got so angry I told him I was leaving to New York.”

Virgil was getting worked up again so Roman shushed him as he led them to the bed to sit down.

“And- and he just, lost it,” Virgil said. “He tried to beat me for the first time in years. And when I grabbed his arm to stop him he started yelling all sorts of shit. And the worst part was that all the memories of this happened in the past came back at once, making me have an anxiety attack, and I ran outside and called you and I just-”

Roman shushed him gently. “It’s okay. You’re here now. Nothing’s going to happen to you anymore.”

Roman gently removed Virgil’s arms from around him. Virgil didn’t object as they’ve been through these motions many times before, five years ago. Roman got a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and offered them to Virgil. Virgil changed in front of Roman with no problem, having done it countless times before, five years ago.

Roman climbed into bed and Virgil climbed in next to him. Roman was hesitant to wrap his arms around Virgil, but Virgil curled up next to him, resting his head on the crook of Roman’s neck.

“I never told you, but I did miss you,” Virgil whispered as Roman pulled the blankets over them, warm breath on Roman’s neck. "And it made me really happy to see you again.“

"And I’m going to New York with you. Even though you’re crazy.”

“You make me crazy.”

“And you make me stupid.”

Roman laughed at that but quickly caught himself and glanced towards the door.

“It’s really like we’re in high school again,” Virgil muttered. Virgil then adjusted himself so he was propped up on his elbow and looking directly at Roman.

“I think we can make this work,” Virgil whispered. "It’ll be different, and not always easy, but I think we can do this. I’m willing to work for it if you are.“

"My darling, I’m willing to do anything for you,” Roman muttered as he went to move a stray piece of hair from Virgil’s face. Virgil looked at him for a moment before closing the gap between them and connected their lips.

This kiss was softer than any kiss they shared before. Roman’s hand was rested on Virgil’s cheek as the kiss deepened, but still just as slow.

Virgil pulled away first, staring at Roman with that adoring look Roman hadn’t seen since high school, causing his heart to jump in his chest.

“I’m really scared, Roman,” Virgil admitted as he laid back down and intertwined their fingers. “But I trust you.”

Roman and Virgil woke up early that morning and got dressed as quickly as possible. Roman was thankfully able to order Virgil a plane ticket with him to New York. Roman quickly threw his suitcase back together. He handed Virgil the car keys to sneak out the window and wait on him while he went to see his parents

He hugged his parents goodbye with the promise to call them in a couple of days, deciding they genuinely wanted to reconnect with him.

It was a holiday of reconnecting.

He couldn’t get to Virgil’s house fast enough. He walked into Virgil’s bedroom and saw it also hadn’t changed much. Band posters and decor still littered the walls, along with art supplies everywhere and crumpled up papers from failed writing drafts.

He helped Virgil pack his stuff, which was easier than Roman expected as Virgil already knew what he was willing to leave behind (he had been planning his leave for a long time). Virgil took one last look at his bedroom before grabbing Roman’s hand to walk towards the front door.

Virgil’s parents were clearly angry, but never tried to intervene. Probably because Roman was very tall and very fit.

Virgil stopped Roman and the two couples just stared at each other.

Virgil then grabbed Roman’s face and kissed him. When he looked back at his parents, their faces were one of disgust and shock.

That was all the goodbye he was going to grace them with.

Virgil took Roman’s hand and let Roman lead him towards the car and towards the unknown. He was scared, but he felt safe, as all his trust was in Roman again.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety

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ukaia · 6 years ago

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Rp Anyone?

I’m in the mood to do some rp, and I’d like it to be Sander Side based.

Nothing over pg13 though please.

I’m up for pretty much any AU, and I’v found I like playing as Deceit, Villain or Sympathetic, or a combination of the two also.

I don’t really mind what Side I play as

If there is romance I do favor RomanXVirgil PattonXLogan. RemyXEmile Deceit I haven’t figured out where I would want him to snuggle into.

I like LAMP and DLAMP also

pure Platonic is good too.

Send me a dm if you are interested so we can chat and figure out the base of a plot.

I have skype, Discord and Gaia online to play on. Or we can play in messaging here.

Thanks!

ps. let me know if I missed tagging something you think should be tagged!

#sander sides #rp request #kind of lonely #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #villain deceit #ts sanders sides

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fan-dumb-trash · 6 years ago

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For your consideration: Remile Friends-to-Lovers featuring highschool theater shenanigans and self growth

Part Two Sis Part Three Part Four

Remy and Emile are friends, best friends in fact, but fate has a couple tricks up her sleeve to tear them apart, only to bring them back again.

This got longer than expected but theres more to the story after this oh yes indeed so buckle up cause part two is gonna be typed tomorrow when it isnt one in the morning so HERE YA GO @happiness-is-regret

Warnings: Divorce, parents fighting, mild panic attack, self depreciation, if there's more let me know!

So its seventh grade aka awkward central because puberty and acne and awkwardness and it's just awful all around and theres lil Remy who is NOT confident at all by anyone's standards

His parents argue a lot and he learned staying quiet is the best way not to get involved or yelled at in the crossfire so yeah

And then you got Emilie who kinda knows what's goin on but not really. He wears tie dye shirts and aviator glasses sometimes until he had to get actual frames over the summer but it was no big cause he was used to glasses anyways

But Emilie is wiser than the other kids and thinks cliques are stupid and he just loves cartoons and english okay stop teasing him for being a lil bit awkward okay STOp

But yeah he doesn't get friends easy and he tries to squirm in other friend groups but it doesn't feel right. Until Remy. Who is incredibly shy believe it or not! They have no classes together but somehow Remy mustered the courage to compliment Emilies pink hair and BOOM FRIENDSHIP

They eat lunch together. Some days it's in comfortable silence and other times its complaining about teachers or PE miles or this brat kid who vandalized a bathroom stall

And Remy starts warming up and realizing maybe the whole world isn't against him. Just because his home is a literal war zone doesn't mean being friends with Emile is doomed.

At the end of seventh grade the duos lunchtime friendship is going great! Emile is starting to get into cartoons and their convos are “OMG OKAY SO VOLTRON SEASON 2 IS OUT AND IM SCARED REMY I WANT TO CRY FOR MY SPACE CHILDREN ZARKON CAN YEET HIMSELF OFF A CLIFF AND-” “Woah their Em, slow it down sis”

As Remy gets more comfortable there is more teasing and nicknames and laughing but they dont hug and Emile isn't super affectionate but hugs are a thing for friends right???

One day on a weekend it's pretty bad for Remy at home. His parents are yelling and its loud and his breathings picking up and his eyes are shut and he's crying because is it his fault??? Why can't they stop stop stop STOP!

And he has to get out because he cant take it hearing they two people who he loves most fight with each other when they are supposed to love each other and his little brother Janus is sleeping thank god but he needs OUT right fucking now

So he hops out his window and runs. Two houses down and around the corner there's an open field that should probably have a house or a park but low income neighborhoods be like that sometimes ya know?

He runs in the field but then there's trees and a little path but wheres the end and the sun is setting now so he sits and looks at the sky and cries

Emile likes his peace and quiet. Hes and only child but his house gets cluttered with his parents (DOT AND LARRY FITE ME) and their thespian friends on the weekends especially around showtime and tec week so he walks in the field.

So when he comes across Remy he screeches and cusses and they're both apologizing and it's a mess but wait was Remy crying?!?!

So Emile is concerned and sits him back down and they talk. Remy says his parents are probably going to get a divorce and how they've been fighting and all that and Emile starts to understand why he's so sheltered

Remy's crying again so Emile asks “Hey, You can say no but can i hug you?” And Remy nods so they hug and they melt right into itm and they stay there for a while and watch the sunset.

From then on they are attached to the hip. Nothing can separate them. Emile invites Remy over for dinner and out to see his parents shows at the community theater and its fun! Remy kinda gets to be a kid and he has sas now! He sees its okay to be a bit absurd with Larry and how jokes are fine with Dot.

The boys are in the field again after dinner and Emile is talking about Dot and Larry, and Remy cant help but be envious. They're all so happy and perfect and he’ll never get that. He goes home and the glitter fades and he sleeps with music to drown out the shouting but its still there.

Remy says “I wish my parents were like yours. I wish I had that. It's not fucking fair Em”

Emile says “I wish I knew how to help… but I can't. All I can do is offer you a slice of normal and hope you aren't allergic” To which they both laugh. But the insecurity sticks. Remy wonders if he's just going to mess things up later or if him and Emile stop being friends what will happen

And it haunts him. Its summer and his parents get a divorce, but the yelling in person is replaced with battles in court and over text. He has to go to mediation a couple times and Emile is there the next day with icecream and steven universe

Emile starts to notice things. The way Remy's eyes are filled with fire as he banters with Larry or when he rants about things he's passionate about. The way he runs so fast in field like nothing can catch him not even the wind itself. The way his whole face glows when he laughs or how when it's silent with them and the sky, he closes his eyes and hums a song he doesn't know.

And he realizes he's in love and he's so scared because Remy doesn't need romance he needs stability. His world is crumbling and he needs his best friend. And Emilie hides it and surprises himself. Remy doesn't notice the way Emiles hugs last longer or the way he sighs as he walks away. He doesn't notice the stars. His mind is on other things. Remy doesn't have time to feel the same or explore feelings so he doesn't.

Eighth grade things go as normal. Emile is still hopelessly in love. Some nights he cries and some nights he thinks his feelings are finally gone. Some nights Remy sleeps over and they sneak into his moms room and but on stage makeup.

Emile almost kissed him when Remy made him a Jake and Finn card for his birthday. And it was hella cute and cheesy and had “love u babe” on the inside and “happy birthday, bitch” on it and it was classic.

But yeah he totally wasn't disappointed it wasn't Bubbline on the card what???

But then things just… stopped.

Remy stopped going to the field on weekends. He was busy when Emilie wanted to hang out. Em was worried at first that something was wrong at home and that he was lying until he saw Remy around at school with other kids. He was growing his hair out and had a leather jacket and when Emile said hi Remy smiled tight, nodded, and continued to talk to his new friends.

Then he noticed how they were the kids who liked sports or girls or always laughed loud in the cafeteria. He noticed how Remy's sass grew into straight up ego and how his confidence wasn't just with Emile it was with EVERYONE

People waved to him as he walked by. Everyone was “babe” “hun” “sweetie” and “sister” and Emilie felt less special.

And not Eighth Grade was nearly over and Emilie had lost his best friend to the rest of the world. Yes he was happy that Remy was confident and Yes he was happy he made new friends.

But back when Remy needed him, back when they dazzling smile was meant for him, back when the problems were so big you needed two people not just yourself- Emilie could hang on to Remy

But now that Remy didn't need him, he was left for trash. Emilie was heartbroken. He swore to himself he wouldn't let another boy break his heart to the point where cartoons couldn't even cheer him up. He cried when Ruby and Sapphire got married and when Bubbline kicked ass and he prayed for the day when he would have that.

Summer was torture and he never saw Remy in the field. Little did he know Remy was there, just in the trees or wandering at nights when his mom came home yelling and cussing. Emile thought the pain of the divorce was over when Remy was going to court once every 6 months and to family counseling weekly but did it help? No.

Highschool came and Remy climbed to social ladder. He hid the bags under his eyes with sunglasses and kept his pep and sass with starbucks coffee. Combat boots to make him taller.

And Emilie was still alone until Patton came along with Roman. They sat together and then Logan and Virgil joined. Sloane and Corbin who are juniors swung on by. Kai and Elliot would join them the next year and together they became the theatre troupe.

Emilie felt whole with this diverse group of many passions and interests and he couldn't help but smile more. He didn't feel so alone. But part of him still longed for that old friendship he has lost- but there was enough going on to forget it.

Emilie didn't notice Remy staring at him with his fiery eyes when his own friend group were so loud they didn't pay him mind. Remy started to see how the tie die pink haired boy grew up and moved his children with dignity and didn't take their tomfoolery. He saw how he would catch conflicts and mediate them. He saw his goofiness shine through all his actions. And he started to care for this new Emile, but also remember when it was just the two of them. New thoughts lead Remy to think it was him holding Emile back from this all along.

He began to think Emilie was better off without him dragging him down with his million problems. So he too began to embrace to noise and forget.

Next it was Sophomore year when the universe threw them back at each other...

#remy sanders #emilie picani #cartoon therapy #thomas sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts remy #sleep sanders #ts shorts #ts patton #patton sanders #remyxemile #sander sides #sander sides fic #cartoon therapy fic #remile bullet point fic #My writing #ray writes

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buginabog · 6 years ago

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Remile?

Imagine your OTP

“You just spilled your coffee in your top locker and I just so happen to be your bottom locker, and now it’s spilling down onto all of my stuff, ruining my papers, and making all of my binders smell like a Starbucks.”

#remyxemile

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theobsessor1 · 2 years ago

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It Begins

summary: Thomas’s great grandfather has recently passed and in his will, he left his large house and giant sanctuary reservation attached to it to Thomas. Only Thomas comes to learn that it’s not quite as it seems, as every day it seems to get stranger and stranger.

pairings: hinting RemyxEmile

Warnings: mild language, mild blood Word count: 3229 if you wish to be added to the taglist let us know.

(previous chapters ch.1, ch.2 ) can also be read on ao3

Chapter 3 of Right Here by Your Side

Thomas isn’t sure how much time has passed, possibly an hour now, that he’s been waiting in the house. He’s moved to the couch away from the backdoor but it’s still in visible enough sight. Remy has been keeping him company the entire time, sitting on the couch’s armrest to nuzzle at his cheeks and inadvertently helping Thomas’s anxiety.

He nearly topples Remy over as he jerks to attention hearing the handle of the back door jiggling. Is it back! What does he do?! Thomas quickly grabs a pillow aiming for the door as he waits with bated breath.

“Thomas?”

“Logan!” Thomas immediately drops the pillow before launching himself over to the couch to the door and hurried to let the elf in. Subconsciously hiding partially behind the door as he does so and quickly locking it back up.

“Is-Is everything ok with that deer thing?” Thomas can’t help but notice the way the corner of Logan’s mouth twitches upwards, amused maybe by the question?

“The Peryton? Yes, I got it back to its territory with minimal fuss. However it was quite rattled, something must have spooked it from its territory.” Logan muses allowed, a hand going to his chin as he starts thinking to himself.

Thomas subconsciously reaches for the amulet, biting at his lip as he gets lost in his own thoughts. Stuttering and stopping as he tries to get out something to ask about what may live near the house but is unsure if he could get any of the right words out. There wasn’t much to say other than it sniffed and scratched at the door, could have been a passing wolf?... Right? Did they even have wolves here?

“Are you alright, Thomas?... You seem…shaken?” Logan’s sharp eyes have locked back onto him with his brows slightly pinched.

Thomas clears his throat nervously “I- Something was scratching at the back door right after I got inside. It had Remy really spooked…and me..” He glances down at the amulet in his hand forcing himself to let it go as he looks back up at the tall elf, the cold metal showing no traces of the burning heat it had previously. “My amulet got really hot and was glowing?” He watches as Logan’s brows pinche further together, his eyes almost darkening as he looked between him and the amulet before settling to staring at the floor thinking again.

“Did you get a look at what it was?”

“No, I-I couldn’t really uh get myself to look.” Thomas rubs his arms anxiously, Remy trotting over with a mew and rubbing against his legs, ever to his rescue.

Logan nods, “I assume you had locked the door because of this?” Receiving a nod he continues, “I am unsure what would come so close to the manor, the iron of your necklace would keep most creatures at bay, acting as a protection charm, but the glowing and heat means that your amulet was most likely warded as well.” The elf begins to pace as Thomas picks up Remy, getting a few disgruntled meows in front the large cat. He soothes himself by burying his face in the cat fur, it was nice having a cat around that he wasn’t allergic to.

“This could have some correlation to the Peryton, it wandered far from its usual territory and was frazzled. We could possibly have some stray creature that’s wandered itself into the sanctuary and incidentally harassing others.” Logan pauses an ear twitching. “We must find it and figure out what it is so we can either dispose of it or find a suitable habitat for it in the sanctuary.”

Thomas jerks his head up from the cat’s fur nearly dropping him in the process “What? But that thing was gonna attack me!”

“We do not know that for certain, it merely scratched at the door. If it were attacking then it’s all the more reason to seak it. We must make sure it is not harmful to the sanctuary.” Logan states matter of factly, looking down at Thomas almost like a teacher trying to explain the obvious solution to a student.

Thomas bites his lip, holding onto Remy tighter, he doesn’t seem to appreciate this and wriggles free of his arms with a few upset flicks of the tail. He runs a hand through his hair, this really wasn’t exactly what he signed up for when he took his inheritance.

“I can equip you with several weapons for your safety, and we will have Remy coming with us. As mush as…neither of us would prefer this, you are the new keeper of the sanctuary and must fulfill the responsibilities.” Logan declares looking down at Thomas with a darkened expression. “If you do not think you can care for this place as your grandfather had then I suggest you leave as soon as possible.”

Thomas stares up at him feeling like this may not be just a suggestion…but possibly a hidden threat in there, but he knows he doesn’t want to abandon and leave this place. No one else in his family would take care of it, he knows that for sure. Everyone had labeled his grandfather as some family crazy, an old guy spending too much time on his own carrying for the wildlife and making up wild stories.

But he knows the truth now…mostly. And he wasn’t going to let Aldwin down and his home or his life work rot away.

“I’m staying.”

Logan’s face lightens glad to have the human on board. “Good. Now I believe there is someone else that can help us and would provide us with one of your first lessons.” Logan waves for him to follow as he quickly makes his way to the library, Thomas following with confusion clear in his face, there is no one else in the house that he was aware of unless Logan helped sneak someone in? He still doesn’t know how the elf is really coming and going? Does he have his own key?

In the library, Logan steps behind the desk and opens the drawer Talyn had opened the other day, pulling out the very statue the three of them had curiously inspected. “This here is an Ushabti as the Egyptians called them, or simply put, a golem. A creature made of natural materials and an artificial soul.” The elf holds it out to him, pointing to the hieroglyph on the back of the small statue. “This here shows it’s been sealed with blood, only members of the family can activate the magic within the golem.”

As Logan explains Remy hops up onto the desk and paws at the air, meowing almost demandingly at the statue. Thomas takes the statue glancing between the cat and Logan, giving Remy some ear scritches hoping that will soothe him before looking closely at the symbol. “I…I don’t know magic though, I hardly knew what this place actually was or what you were this morning.”

“I am aware, but I can teach you. It may be more difficult for you as a human, especially since you weren’t taught from birth like Aldwin was but imbuing magic into an object is so simple that I’m sure you can handle it.” The elf reassures him as Thomas bites his lip and runs his thumb along with the hieroglyph.

“All you need is a drop of your blood on the glyph, then imbue, pushing your magic into it. It’s very simple.”

Thomas nods with a sigh and brows furrowing. That…that doesn’t really help him. “So I just find something to prick my finger and… somehow perform magic and put it into the statue guy…even though I don’t know how.”

Logan hums, lips twitching upward, a small smile trying to creep up his face as he takes Thomas’s hand in his “I can teach you, think of it like pouring water from a pitcher, careful steady hand pouring water from a pitcher into a glass. First focus on your aura, the energy inside of you.” The elf gently touches the center of Thomas’s chest with his other hand, “That is your pitcher, then you must will that energy into the object you desire at least for this type of magic. That would be you pouring the water,” His hand on Thomas’s chest slowly moves across and over to his arm and to their hands “The object is your cup, it only needs a little water, if you use too much you risk overflow and cause waste. Tiring yourself faster and depending on the spells or what you’re using the magic for can have added effects or possibly harmful ones.” He lets go of him as Thomas gives him a nod.

He’s trying to absorb the information and wrap it around his head. He could…do that…maybe. His thoughts caught off seeing Logan pull out a dagger and pull Thomas’s empty hand towards him. “Wa-wait!” Logan doesn’t pay him any mind, taking a finger and pricking it with the tip of the dagger, Thomas breaths out a hiss of air as Logan guides his stinging finger over the hieroglyph, dripping a couple of drops onto the symbol. “Now, try putting your magic into the golem.” He commands.

Thomas takes a deep breath trying to force his shoulder down, relax, focus, and attempt to do as Logan instructed.

He closes his eyes trying to somehow focus his energy like Logan had spoken about, willing it into the statue, and pour the water from the pitcher. He can't help to scrunch up his face in concentration, tongue sticking out. For a long moment that seems to take ages nothing happens.

He’s just about to give up when it almost feels like something slips through his fingers, next the statue grows warm in his hands as the hard clay begins to grow and soften.

"Quick, put it on the floor.”

Thomas fumbles, eyes shooting open as he fumbles with the golem in his hand and places it on the floor. The golem continues to grow becoming more detailed and life-like, with magic lighting up the air and swirling around it until it reaches just a few inches over Thomas’s own height. Blinking open its eyes and begins to stretch out its stiff limbs.

It looks relatively like a normal person now, save for the rough texture of its skin the skin being dark like clay. It’s dressed in a lighter brown sweater with a white dusty button-up underneath, and grey slacks. The hair was very light, reminding him of sand and the eye(?) were incredibly dark with speckles of grey. It only had the one, almost as if his face hadn't been finished, and was left with a hole where his other eye should be.

The golem finally notices them as it finishes its stretches. “Oh! Hello, do you how to do it!” It? He? They giggle. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve finally been out and about again. Logan, dear! My, don’t you look as fresh as a leaf-!” They're cut off by a rather loud meow from the cat who’s still sitting on the desk waving a paw around, Thomas is pretty sure he’s never seen the cat look so energetic since he’s been here.

“Remy! Oh, sweetie!” The golem immediately scoops the cat up into his arms and nuzzles his face against it, earning loud rumbling purrs in response, the complete opposite of when Thomas picked it up. “I’ve missed you so much!” Remy meows and purrs louder if possible and feverishly tries to return the nuzzles back at the golem.

They suddenly gasp, taking notice of Thomas standing there, and gives him a beaming smile “Oh, Where are my manners! I’m Emile, your personal magical companion.” They give a mock shallow bow still holding onto the cat, Logan huffs from behind them, rolling his eyes.

“Uh, hi?” Thomas greets back awkwardly, “I’m Thomas.” Emile tilts their head at him eye looking over him intensely before widening.

“Little Thomas?! Master Alkwin’s grandson Thomas?” Emile gaps “I haven't seen you since you were small enough to carry.” The golems demeanor seems to somber as Thomas furrows his brows

“I’m sorry I…I can’t say I really remember you?”

Emile coos with a nod, their smile disappearing. “Oh I would have been surprised if you did, you were so young when they took you away.” They put a hand on his cheek in thought, somehow holding the large cat with no effort in one arm. “It was such a shame what happened, really it wasn’t anyone’s fault but maybe mine. I really should have had a better eye on you. But…you were always to curious for your own good.” They give Thomas a sympathetic smile as if trying to bring the mood back up.

Logan steps forward clearing his throat as he gives Emile a side-eye “I’d hate to ruin this reunion but we are here on important matters.”

The golem chuckles leaning against the desk and petting Remy in his arms. “Right, of course, my apologies Logan, how can I help the two of you today?”

“We need assistance with tracking a new creature that’s found its way into the sanctuary. Thomas here has no experience with this or much of anything that goes on here.” The elf sighs, “I’m worried that it may be dangering the others here.”

Emile nods with a hum finally setting Remy down and back onto the desk, he knows the real reason Logan’s worried about a harmful creature, most of the sanctuary could take care of itself if unwanted predators showed up. “Alright, then what’s our plan?”

After taking a few minutes to get prepared, namely, Logan trying to convince Thomas to take a couple of daggers and Thomas arguing about leaving Remy at the house just in case it’s dangerous, the four fo them made their way through the woods. Logan takes the front of the group as he expertly follows the tracks and traces that the animal left as it walked. The further they traveled the more uneasy Thomas felt. The woods were darker and cast shadows as the sun no longer sat high up in the sky.

Logan slowed their traveling every couple of feet as his brows furrowed further. Maybe he felt something was off to but Thomas wasn’t certain. They remained in silence not wanting to spook it off if they were to get close. His amulet hadn't heated up even once during the tracking.

He wasn’t sure if it could be the creeping exhaustion from walking around the woods for an hour or fi the unease was just deep-rooted anxiety from his childhood but either way it didn’t feel like they would find this thing anytime soon like this. “Maybe…maybe we should call it a day?”

Logan pauses at his inspection of the ground and sighs. Frustration clear on his face “I wish to find this thing before it causes any harm. It may have simply spooked on the creature but it could try and harm another.” He stands taller and adjusts his quiver of arrows. “I’m going to scout ahead, you three wait here something doesn’t seem right about these tracked. I’ve not seen them before and…its traveling patterns are odd.” Before Thomas could protest the elf was gone into the trees.

He sighs and sits down onto an old fallen log watching as Emile hums and looks down at the track that Logan had been looking over, pausing as he looks over it again and again.

“So uh…did my grandfather make you?” Thomas attempts to make small talk noticing how Emile stiffens and glances around.

“Thomas, stay very very quiet”

“Wha-why?” What’s wrong?” Thomas stiffens just as he asked his question his amulet grows warm beneath his shirt, Remy, at his feet puffing up lightly.

It was here somewhere.

“What is it?” Emile shakes his head, keeping quiet and frantically looking about, worriedly scanning over the trees and bushes their eyes widening a moment later locking onto something behind Thomas.

He doesn't get a chance to look behind him, his face crushed into the dirt and a sudden weight against his back. He can feel large claws digging into his back, his breath stuttering out of him as he freezes in place. It was that day in the woods all over again. Ribs being crushed underneath him by the foul-smelling creature's weight, he couldn’t move then and definitely not now with its hot breath breathing down his neck.

He’s not sure what happened next, it’s all a blur of movement, a thunk and he can move his head again. Spying Logan fighting off something with a gleaming dagger, bouncing along on his feet with inhuman agility, the red glowing eyes of the gangly beast sent ice down Thomas’s spine. His blood thunders in his ears, drowning out the sounds of everything else.

Someone may have been calling his name as his vision grows blurry, its like its all underwater, slow and muffled.

The grounds move away from him as everything rights itself.

He doesn't recognize the man in front of him, he vaguely remembers a picture in the house has him in it, the same fur coat and sunglasses. He’s shouting at him, pulling him up to his feet and pushing him towards the trees.

His feet are awkward and unmoving as the man shoves him away, sending the creature out of view and Thomas finds he can breathe again.

The sounds around him returned along with the feeling in his body. His chest burns, stinging from the heat of the amulet.

“Thomas run! Get out of here!” The man is still shoving him trying to urge him on.

He can hear them, their voices ringing in his ears as he takes off, shouting to one another as they fight the thing off. His chest heaves and feels constricted unable to get enough air, he can’t go fast enough, can’t get away from those burning bright eyes and razor claws.

His scares along his body feel on fire as if they are fresh again, his shirt soaked and heavy with crimson blood.

The footsteps are all around him, chasing him! The growls of the creature are permanently in his mind as he slams into the back door and throws it open. Closing it just as quickly and triple checking that it’s all locked and secure.

He backs away to the furthest corner of the room panting for air as his hands quickly pat down his body. There’s no blood and no deep scratches just the scars. He’s fine, he’s ok. He’s not bleeding.

He runs a hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes closed, and winces as he curls up with his head to his knees. So scratch that he was cut but just a bit on his back, not a amsecure as his mind made it out to be. He’s fine. Just deep breaths in…then out. He’s in the manor not tiny, in the woods and an animal's meal.

It takes some time to calm his racing heart, the blurry vision leaving him as it returns to a more normal pace. He ignores the pain in his back for now, focusing on the floor infront of him. He’s still shaking but he’s ok …what…what even was that thing.

…and will the others be ok?

#sanders sides au #logan sanders #thomas sanders #Emile Picani #remy sanders #right here by your side #writing is hard #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #inheritance au

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geniusgayshipper · 6 years ago

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A head canon for the DWAU

-the first time Emile met Virgil was when he was looking for Logan and found him in the library

-Emile meet dee by Patton introducing him because he was giving Dee a piggy back ride

-and Emile meet Remy when he was telling the others a very explicit story and at the end of it Emile asked “What did you say?” Wich made Virgil and Dee double over laughing @em-be-lievable

#the dragon witch au #lamp/calm #RemyxEmile #genuisshipper

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too-attached-to-fiction · 5 years ago

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Mind Palace Ficlets - August.

Summary: Remy has a not-so little crush on his college classmate.

Takes place between 11.0 and 12.0.

Notes:

And we're back! There's a reason this is going up so early; it's pretext for our Halloween chapter! I hope you all love August as much as we do ;)

Again, Clam wrote this chapter (and I fell in love with it and edited it), and we'll see you Sunday for the next installment of the Mind Palace!

- Nox

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“Truth or truth?” Emile asked one afternoon as he lounged on Remy’s couch.

“Tough decision…. I’ll go with truth.” Remy said from his bean bag chair.

Emile was staying over at Remy’s apartment for the next few days, seeing as Patton was out of town and was too paranoid to leave Emile alone for the time being. Luckily, Remy had agreed, having the summer off from college. When they weren’t at work, the two were often in Remy’s living room, playing some kind of game.

“Okay. Any person you like right now?”

Remy sighed in fond exasperation, “You had to choose the most stereotypical question?” At Emile’s proud nod, he sighed again and continued.

“Okay, well , there’s this one dude I sat next to in math last year that like, saved me so many times because that math? It’s hard! ” Remy had leaned back in his beanbag chair and got this goofy grin as he talked. “And you wouldn’t know him at all since he came all the way from Wyoming ! For college! I mean, can you believe coming to Florida for college? ”

“So what’s so great about him?” Emile hummed.

Remy flipper over on his beanbag so he was stomach down. “So, August’s got these big brown eyes that just… light up when he talks about his little sisters and his dog. Did you know his dog is named George? He’s adorable, too, little black and white fluffy thing.” Remy started doing little hand motions that got more dramatic as he rambled. “And his hair? Super curly and cute that he keeps in a ponytail. This summer, though, he got dreads! And it almost killed me because who knew he could be more attractive?”

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fan-dumb-trash · 6 years ago

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REMILE PART TWOOOOOOOOO

Part One! Part Three! Part Four

*confetti canon* YASSSS FINALLYYYY I HAVE FINISHED THIS!

Sorry for the wait! And also sorry if this isn’t as good as the first one... but I needed to establish some things in order to make Remiles relationship make sense ya know? I’m planning on making at least one, maybe more of these so buckle up sis! Thank you guys for your reblogs and comments and stuff it’s really sweet XD I’m glad to provide some decent Remile content.

Now without further ado, lets get the gay going!

Warnings: Unhealthy Household mention, Kissing, Crying. Violence mention- or lack theorf. Some self deprecation in Remys part. If I missed anything let me know!

Kay so we left off with the boys at the start of their sophomore year oh yeah boi.

I forgot to tell you everyone's ages so HERE WE GO

Patton and Roman are juniors now and Virgil Logan Emile and Remy are the same age. Sloane and Corbin are seniors and Kai and Elliot are freshmen.

Remy has accumulated a girlfriend named Clarimonde whos a badass and we love her she's really cool actually. Her and Roman have spanish together and they are both fluent so they chat to their teachers delight

Once her and Patton saw Elliot getting bullied and she scared the living heck out of those neanderthals without punching and Patton was impressed

Everyone likes her- so Emilie tells himself he has no reason to dislike her because he doesn't have feelings for Remy anymore. No sir.

Now it isn't difficult for Remy and Emile to pass each other in the halls. When Clarimonde chats with Roman, Emile can make small talk Remy without dying inside, but he's slightly more quiet.

Remy still doesn't understand the pang he gets in his chest whenever someone mentions cartoons.

Clarimonde starts to pay attention the Emile because “hey he seems like a sweetheart! how did you meet him Rem?”

Remy tells her that they were close in middle school and left it at that. She stayed suspicious but dropped it after two days.

As I mentioned before, Emilie is a total mom friend even to the seniors and juniors. He notices Logan perk up whent Patton makes a dad joke or laughs. He notices Patton stare a bit too much at Logan's subtle freckles or his electric blue eyes as he rants about biology and chemistry.

He notices Roman and Virgil warm up to each other finally (they didn’t get along much. Romans a bit of an airhead and said some not nice things to Virgil in middle school)

They find out they actually have common interests! They talk about music and writing amd smile because someone finally understands!!! Wow!!!

Emilie promises himself he's going to try to help his friends be happy together. because he feels a bit better when he sees his friends happy in love. And in good mental health (which leads into his counseling career!!! Wohooo!!!)

AND NOW- INTRODUCINGGGGG *drum roll* MR THOMAS SANDERS *confetti cannon* and his assistants Joan and Talyn who are lit college students trying to get degrees in the arts. they need to community service so (plus they love Thomas and the kids like aww their babies)

Thomas is the theater teacher/director of the arts department. Roman took all the theater classes available because he’s an extra boi. so he hung out in Mr Sanders class and soon it became the hangout spot for the gang!

Emile saw Roman and Patton in the school play last year. Most of the cast were seniors and now all the thespians are gone and nobody wants to do the shows and take the classes (minus the loot of kids who need their arts requirement to graduate) and it's a PROBLEM

Remy takes Mr Sanders drama class for the arts requirement in order to graduate! But he has a D… Honestly he thought the class would be easier than ceramics because he could just doze off as Thomas rambled about shakespeare but NOPE they have to do pair scenes and monologues and Remy IS NOT HAVING IT LET ME TELL YAH

He thinks acting is stupid (ironic because his personality at school is mostly to mask his pain so TEA) and that there's no point in trying.

this attitude carries over to a lot of his other classes because it's not like his family can afford sending him off to college anyways and it's not like he's smart or worth teaching anyways right?

And Thomas notices Remy walk home alone and take off his shades and stare at the sky a bit longer than usual. Thomas sees Remy's smile fade as people talk about their parents and siblings and he sees Remy's grades slip.

Thomas pulls Remy says something like “Sup Mr Sanders. Did somebody fail their test because they spent the class period staring at me instead of their answer sheet?” And Thomas would usually laugh at this but he's stern

“I'm going to give it to you straight. You're failing almost all your classes and i've talked to your teachers and they know you have potential but you don't try. I don't understand why, but i'm sure you have your reasons but i just wanted to tell you… You're enough, Remy. Just being you. Just because you dont think youll be perfect or good enough doesn't mean you have to turn you back on the world. There's people who will care if you let them in and-”

Remy begins to cry because nobody has told him that in a year and a half. And Thomas gives him tissues and pats him on the shoulder.

Remy agrees to participate in the after school show for extra credit to raise his grade. The credits will carry over to the monologue and pair scene he did poorly on and count for the history of plays unit test which he bombed.

Remy is grateful, but asks how all those assignments fit in on play if he's just gonna do tec??? Or say a shakespearean monologue and be done.

Thomas smiles and says “Well Remy, we are doing Rent- a musical. And Joan and Talyn handle the tec stuff just fine.”

AND BOOM THEY'RE DOING RENT NOW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ACKKKKKKKKK SO THEY AUDITION! THE GANG AND REMY AND CLARIMONDE AND TOBY AND ITS WONDERFUL

Patton convinces Logan to do the show (puppy dog eyes owo) and it's all set. Clarimonde joins because why not. Emilie was hesitant at first- but Dot and Larry told him it would be a good way to break out of his shell because Emilie is a bit awkward around people he doesn’t know well…

Auditions go good! Virgil, Roman, Elliot, and Emilie are the best singers while Clarimonde,Remy, Logan, and Patton are dorky/sassy/and confident actors.

Thomas had them all sing Seasons Of Love and then he just puts them in scenes with each other as characters he wanted to see them as! After the first round he moved people around accordingly. It’s an unorthodox way of doing things but it’s such a smol group it wasn’t a hassle to do.

Remy and Emile weren’t really considered for any of the leads because Thomas wasn’t sure of their acting ability… so just to give them something to do, he had them do dialogue when Angel and Collins first meet! Remy is Angel and Emile is Collins cause why not!

For those of you who don’t know much about Rent, basically what happens in that scene is that Collins gets mugged and beat up and he’s bleeding in an alleyway and then Angel finds him and they talk a bit.

Of course it was awkward at first because why wouldn’t it be… but Remy said “You know Em, this is just a giant case of Deja Vu… remember when I found you in the field after you gots scraped up from climbing up that tree? Your glasses were broken and everythin’. And you wanted to act all tough but you were crying and I didn’t know what to do-“ and Emile laughed because yes, he remembers. They got ice cream after and it was one of the best days of his childhood.

And it gets better from there. And it’s like they get to meet again for the first time- but Emile is the broken one and Remy is lending a hand. They have really good chemistry and the scene is actually really genuine!

They do the scene for Thomas and he’s intrigued! He writes notes with a small smile on his face.

But the spell is broken after that for a while...

but when the cast list is posted there's some issues cause uhm

Mimi is Roman- Rodger is Virgil

Mark is Patton, and Benny is Logan

Joanne is Elliot and Maureen is Clarimonde!

BUT THE TEA IS THE CASTING CHOICE OF EMILIE PLAYING COLLINS AND REMY PLAYING ANGEL!!! Romans a little salty because he wanted to be a cool drag queen who played drums but he got over it.

BUT SWEET REMY DIDN'T GOOGLE THE SYNOPSIS BEFORE HE AUDITIONED! BUT WHEN HE DID HE THE NIGHT AFTER, HE REALIZED HE DIGS ANGEL LIKE HELL YEAH HE’LL DO THAT SHIT IN A HEARTBEAT BUT EMILIE IS HIS BOYFRIEND?????

Same issue for Roman and Virgil because I have to be in love with my crush/ex enemy? Oh nooooooooooo.

The whole situation is wild and I love it.

But yeah that’s how the fake dating and stage kids element come into play if you were here from the VERY VERY beginning when I was bored out of my mind and made some weird prompts for people to choose.

BUT YEAH ROMAN AND EMILE ARE FREAKING OUT BECAUSE.OLD FEELINGS ARE RESURFACING AND THEY ARE TEMPTED TO MARCH UP TO THOMAS AND DEMAND HE EXPLAIN WHY HE DID THIS BUT THEY DON'T AND POOR PATTON HAS TO CALM TWO ANXIOUS BOYS AND VIRGIL IS HAPPY BECAUSE HE WANTED RODGER BUT LIKE NOW SHITS GETTING GAY AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IF HIS CRUSH ON ROMAN IS GONNA START GETTING OBVIOUS OR NOT AND LOGAN DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO

Patton and Logan start to talk even more to help their bffs Roman and Virgil get their shit together and then Patton and Logan start to get close in the process and it's amazing.

But rehearsal happens and Emile and Remy are really awkward at first. And Emilie wants to slap Remy because weren’t they They don't talk about the abrupt and unexplained ending of their friendship and Emile doesn't explain how Remy broke his heart. But the eyes are the window to the soul and they both know there's words that need to be said that aren't being said…

But communication? In my christian household? Neverrrrrrrrrr

So it continues. And life goes on.

Virgil and Roman start dating because when Virgil was over at Romans house “rehearsing lines”, Roman got a bit too close when he sang “oh won't you light my candle~” and whoops know they're making out

Oh well life happens i guess

But back to Remile. It's about 2 weeks into rehearsal and they're starting blocking of Act 1 and it's going as one expects. Smooth and Rocky and back and forth and SLOW.

Most people are fitting into their roles pretty normally except for two people- you can guess who.

For the life of them, Remy and Emile can't get it together. Remy can dance and sing like nobody's business and he's been practicing in heels and it literally is giving Emilie a heart attack cause HOT DAMN IM GAY AS FUCK BUT I GOTTA KEEP IT TOGETHER REEEEE

But the second Remy makes eye contact with Emile he drops character. Emile is chill and fun like Collins. His scenes with Patton and Virgil? Gold. The second Angel comes on stage he gets more tense.

And Thomas doesnt say anything because its not the end of the first month but he notes it.

Emile is obviously upset. It’s kinda draining him being dragged around emotionally by Remy and Patton Roman and Dot and Larry are starting to get worried… it’s like the mental state he had in the summer is coming back and he’s closing himself off.

Clarimonde notices these things too because she’s not stupid… she asks Roman about it during Spanish. He says it isn’t his place because he knows Emilie's Side of the story- but not Remy's. and he doesn’t want to say anything he isn’t supposed to.

His answer gives Clarimonde all the clarification she needs because obviously Roman knows something big and it has to be that Emilie had feelings for Remy at some point and Remy cut their friendship and broke his heart.

But she doesn’t know what to do so she keeps her relationship with Remy because it’s not like he likes Emilie back. Right?

But deep down she knows he’s just scared of commitment because he never wants to go to her house and meet her parents. She barely knows anything about Remy's family or hopes and dreams. But what can she do but wait for him to open up? But he never does. And it nags at her.

I realize that I haven’t really talked to much about Remy… So here we go.

It’s complicated. Remy got scared. Of trusting one person so much that it could hurt him. Divorces can jack kids up especially if they go down ugly like it did for Remy's parents. He didn’t really believe in love. He didn’t believe in trust that didn’t come without a price.

But he forgot those worries when he was with Emile years before. He felt loved and cared for and he felt he could be himself.

But over the summer when Emile and Remy stopped hanging out… it’s because things got worse. Remy's mom started to blame the divorce on him. She said her father left because she couldn’t handle Remy and his lil brother Ethan who screamed and cried all the time. She started to go out for long points of time and come home with bloodshot eyes. She would scream at tell Remy that love never lasted and he needed to grow up and stop crying cause his dad never called.

And Remy was beside himself.Because seeing Emile just reminded him of all the stuff he couldn’t have. The carefree normal life he would never have.

So Remy threw up his walls and stopped talking to Emile. He shoved down his guilt and left him alone because Remy felt he didn’t need Emile or his warm light.

Remy wanted to grow up so he wouldn’t feel this pain and yearning for a childhood he’d never receive.

And that’s why he and Emile stopped being friends. That’s why Remy is fake.

Remy can’t pinpoint when it happened… but

as Angel he can be confident but it doesn’t feel like an act. He can dance around with a purpose. And when he sings his duet with Emile for the first time, and they hold hands, he feels a bit like the kid he was in elementary school again.

And he becomes thankful Thomas gave him the chance to do this show because it’s showing off. He’s coming out of his shell. And Emilie notices it and smiles more.

Because Emile feels happy when Remy can talk to him and not look like his walking on crackling ice.

Emile had time to mature and heal while Remy was out of his life but now he feels secure because he doesn’t have to be attached to his romantic feelings and they can just be friends. They do their scenes and it’s great. Remy can hold his hand on stage and dance and Emilie is accomplished because Remy looks so… free. Not holding anything back. Not being fake. He’s being his authentic self through Angel and he finds that beautiful.

Thomas smiles when the duo are onstage and realizes he made the right casting choice.

But one day Remy and Clarimonde walked out hand and hand after practice as Emilie waited for his parents to pick him up. Remy was smiling but then Remy was kissing her and there were hands and hair and Emile felt like he was on fire and ran. Because he can't handle this.

Remy has to pretend to be in love with him and it's going to destroy Emilie because ITS NOT REAL.

Clarimonde opens her eye for a split second and damn. She knows. She sees Emile run.

A part of her feels sad, because she has feelings for Remy, but she feels like she’s in the way of Emile and Remy. So she lets go. She breaks up with him because shes “not feeling the relationship anymore”, but she still wants to be friends. And yeah, Clarimonde hurts- but she smiles through it and knows its for the best. Even if it ain’t fair.

And Emile is calling Patton crying, curled up in a ball, wanting to rip his heart out. He can’t take it anymore and says so over and over. It’s Friday so Dot and Larry drive him over to Patton’s. Roman comes over and brings ice cream and they watch Adventure Time but then Marceline shows up and Emile starts crying because REMY BAGAHAHAHAS sO they switch to avatar.

And they all cuddle and are buried under tons of blankets and it’s great.

Roman offers to punch Remy and Patton whacks him upside the head. It’s funny.

And Emile still feels like crap but at least he knows he has good friends. He isn’t alone this time.

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imlovethomassanders · 6 years ago

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Home for Christmas

The 4th installment for the Sanders Sides Holiday fics

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Requested by anonymous

Summary: Roman comes back to his home town for Christmas after a few years away and runs into his high school sweetheart, Virgil.

Ships: Prinxiety, mentioned Logicality, mentioned RemyXEmile

You can read on ao3 here

Warnings: mentions of abuse and some allusions to sex (nothing actually n\s\f\w) and Virgil swears quite a bit

Word Count: 5761

Tag List: @touchstarvedvirgil @lamp-calm-sanders@ninjago2020@confinesofpersonalknowledge @secret-novelisthost18 @phander-sides

Roman sighed as he stopped the rental car in his parents driveway. He stared at the familiar house in front of him with a look of disdain curling on his lip.

He hadn’t been home in five years, and he never suspected he would ever come back.

After a year in New York, Roman was then finally able to find his footing and got acting gigs. He suspected if he kept auditioning, he could definitely make his Broadway debut someday.

His parents never supported him or listened to him or cared.

Roman had to get out. And that’s what he did.

He told himself he’d never look back.

But one day, out of the blue, his parents called and asked him to come home for Christmas. Why now, after five years of no contact, Roman didn't know. He didn't know if they wanted money or wanted him to move back in or what.

Roman had no idea why he said yes. He half thought to turn back around to the airport.

He stopped and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. After a few moments the door swung open and there was his mom.

She looked the same.

“Hi, Mom.”

She smiled. “Roman! It’s so good to see you!”

Absolutely nothing had changed.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by his dad grasping his shoulder.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Roman.”

“We made your bed,” Roman’s mom said. “You’re room is all ready.”

His heart panged in his chest as a wave of bitter nostalgia washed through him.

He didn't miss this room.

He was starting to unpack his suitcase when he remembered something.

He got on his knees and looked under the bed to see an old shoebox hidden against the back wall. He pulled it out and felt another sharp pang in his chest.

He shoved the box back under his bed and went to finish unpacking.

Roman's parents asked if he wanted to stay for dinner, but he said he was going to meet somebody. He assured them he would stay tomorrow, he just wanted to get reacquainted with the town.

He wasn't actually meeting anyone. He just wanted out of that house.

Roman had parked the rental car in the first parking spot he saw in the little shopping district his town had. He stepped out and felt another wave of sadness as he decided where to go.

(Well, his actual favorite spot had been parked in an abandoned lot in the woods, the two of them together in the backseat of Roman’s car. But he wasn’t going to admit that.)

He opened the door to walk in when he ran into someone who was trying to leave at the same time.

He went to apologize and froze in his tracks.

Roman couldn’t believe it.

There he was, standing right in front of him.

Virgil Moore.

They both stared at each other in shock, trying to come up with what to say. They quickly stepped away from the door as someone cleared their throat behind them, annoyed they were blocking the exit.

“I- Virgil,” Roman breathed out. “It’s so wonderful to see you.”

“I- um- yeah,” Virgil stuttered out.

He looked incredible.

“Sit with me, please?” Roman asked, eyes wide and hopeful. Virgil just nodded as he followed Roman to a table.

Roman didn’t even bother getting coffee. He had bigger priorities now.

“How have you been? What have you been up to? I can’t believe it’s been five years. I’ve missed you. Have you-”

“Slow down, Princey,” Virgil said. Roman’s heart fluttering at the old nickname.

“How have you been, Virgil?”

Virgil opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. Eventually he just huffed a defeated sigh and slouched back in his chair.

“As well as I could be in this town, I guess.”

Roman’s smile faltered a bit.

“How about you?”

Roman hesitated to answer, wanting to be careful with his words. He didn’t have a bad thing to say about his past five years out of this town, and he didn’t want to make Virgil feel worse.

“I want you to tell the truth, Roman,” Virgil eventually said. “It isn’t going to upset me.”

Roman melted under the sound of his name escaping Virgil’s mouth again as he allowed his smile to widen.

“I’ve been fantastic,” Roman said. “I live in New York now and everything is going so well.”

“Glad to hear it,” Virgil muttered into his coffee.

“You said you wouldn’t get mad,” Roman said.

“I’m not,” Virgil sighed. “Jealous, perhaps. But not mad.”

Roman went to say something when Virgil looked at his phone.

“Shit, I’ve got to go home. My parents are expecting me.”

“You still live with your parents?”

“They haven’t allowed otherwise.”

Roman winced.

“Is your number the same?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll text you.”

“You still have my number memorized?” Roman said, giving Virgil a cheeky smile. Blush quickly formed on Virgil’s face.

“I’ll see you later, Roman.”

Roman watched as Virgil left, smile wide and heart racing.

After a few hours of lying on his bed and lounging on his laptop, he heard his phone ding on his desk.

He almost threw his laptop off him as he untangled himself from his blankets.

Unknown Number: roman?

Roman: Virgil?

Virgil: yeah

Roman felt his smile grow on his face.

Roman: It was nice to see you again.

Virgil: yeah

Roman: Are you free anytime this week? I'd like to see you again.

Virgil: i have work tomorrow but im free the rest of the week for the holidays

Roman: Want to grab lunch sometime?

They arranged plans, and Roman fell asleep excited, not wanting to wait for the day after tomorrow to come.

So it was going to be one of those days.

As he got ready for work, they kept fighting - their voices getting louder and louder.

Virgil didn’t like that he was used to this.

Eventually, he was finally ready to go and went to grab his wallet, keys, and phone before heading out.

Virgil hated living with his parents. He was twenty-two. He should have been able to go to college and meet new people and experience new things and get away from this hell town and shitty parents.

Like Roman did.

But he couldn’t. His parents were controlling and abusive and wouldn’t let him leave.

It wasn’t like Virgil could afford to leave anyways.

Virgil had been working as much as he can to earn enough to make it out of here. He was so close it was maddening.

As he walked out the front door, his phone dinged.

Roman: Good morning~

Virgil felt heat rise in his face. Roman used to always send him good morning texts when they were dating.

Virgil didn't know what to make of all this. He and Roman were dating, then Roman went off to do bigger and better things while Virgil was stuck here.

And then out of the blue, Roman just shows up again and wants to act like nothing happened.

Did Virgil even want to reconnect with Roman? Sure, they were crazy about each other in high school, but they were only teenagers.

He couldn’t deny that part of him wanted to see Roman again. What are the odds they run into each other?

So Virgil texted Roman a quick “hey” before getting in his car and driving to work.

Virgil worked at a clothing store, and working retail sucked . His manager sucked, the owner sucked, most of the customers sucked, and even the clothes there sucked.

It sucked.

Virgil couldn’t get on his phone until his lunch break, and that’s when he saw Roman had texted him.

Repeatedly.

Roman: I hope you're doing well this morning~ It was so strange to sleep in my bedroom again. Remember all those times you stayed the night? Those were nice. I'm excited to see you.

Virgil's face got red. He wished Roman would stop talking about when they dated.

And god, how could Virgil forget. He'd bring a sleeping bag to let Roman's parents think it was a normal sleepover, but as soon as Roman's parents went to bed he'd cuddle up with Roman on his bed.

They never dared to do much since Roman's parents were right across the hall, but some of their most tender moments were shared in his bedroom, with Roman's arms wrapped tightly around him.

Virgil shook his head.

Roman: I hope I'm not bothering you with all these texts. Oh wait I forgot you had work I hope work isn't too bad today

Virgil: im on my lunch break now i see you still talk too much

Roman: Hey! Do not. Seriously though - you doing okay?

Virgil: as well as i can be in retail

Roman: ouch

Virgil walked into the Taco Bell and put his phone in his pocket to order. Once he sat down with his food, he saw Roman had continued to text him a lot.

Roman: I hope everything's okay. I never asked, where do you work? When I left you were working at McDonald's, but it doesn't sound like you work there anymore.

Virgil: a boutique filled with too much turquoise and paisley

Roman: Sounds fun. Remember when I tried to work fast food but got fired for arguing with customers too much?

Virgil: how could i forget you used to get us both in trouble

Roman: Haha, sorry.

Virgil was scared by how easy it was to talk to Roman. Things were so different now. Roman was so different now. He was so different now.

But they were talking like Roman never left.

The next day, Roman got up early. After a painfully slow day with his parents, he was ready to see Virgil again.

They had a lot of catching up to do.

Roman whistled happily as he walked out the front door, spinning his key ring on his finger.

“Hey.”

“Hey, yourself,” Roman said as he sat down. “How are you?”

“Fine,” Virgil shrugged. “You?”

“Fantastic, now,” Roman said as he pulled the chair closer to the table.

“...Why are you looking at me like that?”