#ros: oh you shared your food with me? i will now kill someone for you

[londonhalcyon]

Pivoting from writing in Ros’s voice to writing in Lily’s voice always gives me such whiplash. Because you have Lily, who is sad and stressed and in a constant state of gay panic….and then you have Ros, whose love language is acts of extreme violence.

Anyway, the struggle to not have Lily shout, “What the fuck?” every couple of paragraphs is real.

[rintarous]

fuckboy!suna

[ masterlist ]

kageyama | osamu | kita | tendou

my baby ++ my mind kinda loopy after reading killing stalking lmfao help me

suna the fuckboy

has a nice ring to it ngl

since he’s practically besties with the miya twins, you know this fool is gonna be accustomed to their antics

since him and the twins are like a package deal, they do shit together

even if it pains him, he’ll do it cs bro code and theyre just tight like that

at first he’s like “no wtf??” when he was first told abt the idea

but atsumu managed to convince him by saying “live a little you boring ass bitch”

and my dude LOVED it

he loved the attention

#attentionwhore

i picture him as this rich and lowkey bratty boy

so what he wants, what he gets

if he wants this specific person, he will get that person

no matter what it takes

probably already thought of 28931892 ways to get their attention

like kita, he has this appeal when he’s s i l e n t

cs he’s observing your daily actions

just like how a predator stalks its prey

how ironic it is that he looks like a fox lol

he also gets pretty bored easily

so if you’re a fling, you only last for like 2-3 business days with him then you’re out of the picture

it just works like that

if his flings decide to say the i love you word,,

he’s DEADASS just going to say “yikes���

just like the pic above ^^^

suna flings™: heart: crushed

suna: heart: breaker

its not his fault his flings fall for him hard

and i dont blame them

like he got looks, money, timid personality, etc

dream boy tbh

and then just like that, hes bored of u and now he’s onto another person

its a cycle

rinse, wash, repeat

also if you were a suna fling™ best believe you’re gonna get a few trinkets here and there

almost like a consolation gift from him that you caught his attention

LMFAOOOAOASFJSAKSAD

but if he really liked your company, he’s going to give his favorite food which is jelly fruit sticks or ice pops LMAFSKLDJAKLDJ

suna is just a big babie

but with,,,, an impressive appeal ASKJHASJD

the reason why he’s acting like this cs his great great love broke his heart

(atsumu only gave him a push to like finally let go or sumn but at least now we know this bitch has commitment issues)

to be fair, it was his fault to begin with but he never thought the day would come that you would leave him

he still remembers the day so vividly when you called him to meet up with you at the school gates

only to tell him that you were done with the relationship then u’re crying and shit and suna realized that he’s been neglecting you all this time

yeah that shit hurted huh

but what hurt you even more was the fact that after you broke up with him, he suddenly got this fuckboy reputation in school

anyway

time to time you and suna make eye contact in the hallways

as he is STILL your classmate

and you’d just roll your eyes then walk away leaving him all sad and shit

suna frowns seeing you breathing and shit without him and his mood worsens when his little suna fangirls are crowding him

bonus: atsumu: suna suna, tearing up: y/n used to call me that osamu: that’s because that’s your fucking name

a big chunk of him still wants you back

like who wouldn’t 

so maybe it was time to cut this fuckboy façade he had going on and try to reel you back in

he knows it wont be easy

HE DID NEGLECT YOU AS HE WAS GETTING BORED (of the relationship, never of u) 

not that he’d admit that or whatever haahah gotta keep that big boy pride

so one random ass day, he approaches you

“hey y/n”

“what do you want suna?” you say coldly

ouchies its been a long ass time since u called him suna

u used to call him rinrin or rin or taro or ro or babe

“aha nothing just checking up on u!!” he blurts out before he bolts out of the classroom leaving you like ????

“he’s probably already bored of his fuckboy act, tsk typical of him” you tsked, rolling your eyes as you pack shit into your bag as you move on to the next classroom 

since that interaction suna has been in a slump

where he doesnt want to do shit at all

like he just blankly stares down at all the people following, gawking over him

barely practices only unless kita forces him to

“i wonder what’s wrong with suna” osamu murmurs to atsumu as they sat down on the bleachers drinking water

“i heard he talked to y/n for the first time since their break up” atsumu replies

“he still wants her back huh” osamu comes to a conclusion 

“probably i mean, have you seen y/n? i’m surprised suna was able to sweep her away” atsumu smiles to himself, “if i were suna, i’d never let her go like fuck” 

too bad for the twins suna was listening the entire damn time

now he made it his mission to get you back

that and to get atsumu’s dirty hands off of you if he ever does get the chance to do so

suna starts small with his little plan to get you back 

like leaving anonymous letters at your locker

leaving you snacks and shit on your table when you weren’t looking

not very fuckboy of him but what else is he gonna do ???? he cant just walk up to you and call it a day 

he thinks he’s being secretive but you know your man

you caught on lmfao 

his handwriting was a dead giveaway and the fact he gives you jelly related snacks oh lord

not wanting to hurt his feelings, you just kept them for his sake

so gradually this went on for like several days

and now you get shit in your locker

homeboi still knows your password duh and u never changed it lol

you opened your locker and found a daisy sitting on top of your bento box 

tbh you were kinda touched that he still remembers the little things you like despite its been months since your break up

you felt someone staring at you and lo and behold as you turned around it was suna peeking from the corner of the hallway

(it was hard not to notice this dude is like 6′1 ft. tall) 

you caught his eye and you miraculously smiled at him

for what?? the first time in months?????

cue suna’s stomach exploding with fireworks

suna blushes and backs up from the corridor and rushes to his lunch table in peace

“ey someone’s happy” osamu comments as suna finally sits down with them

“its nothing, got a good grade at literature that’s all” suna quietly shares, still thinking about how beautiful your smile was

“pfft right.. like you’d look like you’re on cloud nine with a good grade” atsumu snickers, “who’s the lucky lady?” he wiggles his eyebrows

osamu gives him a look to which of course atsumu ignores

right off the bat you walked in the cafeteria with all your glory, with the daisy he gave you tucked in the front pocket of your blazer

suna’s eyes follows your figure as you sat beside your friends

atsumu starts whistling lowly, “dang y/l/n still looks beautiful as ever” he gives suna the side eye

and instantly suna’s mood took a 18- turn and now the dude was scowling

“i should ask her out” atsumu smirks, lowkey enjoying suna getting worked up

suna rolls his eyes and stands up and walks over to your table

“now look what you’ve done!” osamu scolds his brother

atsumu swats him away, “i did him a big ass favor” 

as you were chatting away with your friends, your friends suddenly stop talking and stared at something behind your back

“what?” you asked, turning around to see no one other than suna rintarou 

“he-”

and this mf kissed you 

IN FRONT OF EVERYONE iN THE CAFETERIA

“didn’t they break up?”

“doesnt suna have a new girlfriend right now or what?” 

hushed whispers from the inarizaki students when they basically witnessed the kiss

but you and suna didn’t care

what shocked suna is how you kissed him back

“if you wanted me back so bad then use your words, rin” you chuckled, pulling his necktie so he can sit next to you

“i’m sorry..” he squeaked, finding your hand under the table, “all i want is you and no one else” he murmurs, shying away from you

“i knew you couldn’t last being a fuckboy” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “tell atsumu his ass is done for” you rolled your eyes playfully but on the inside you were already thinking of ways to get back at atsumu

[13uswntimagines]

Chanukah party (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

This isn’t a request but @literaryhedgehog​ and I thought it would be fun. The basic premise is that reader is at camp during Chanukah, and the team feels bad (especially Lindsey) so they throw her a party. (thank you @notmia101​ for betaing this for us). 

You smiled at Alyssa as she described her winter plans after training camp. How she was going to visit her sister and her family for Christmas. How they were hoping for snow and how they were going to kill an innocent tree and desecrate its body with lights for their amusement. Her words, not yours. It was a game she and the other girls played every year, trying to make their Christmas plans sound as horror-movie-ish as possible. It was a way of trying to make fun of themselves so you could share the amusement and join in laughing at them. 

But despite their efforts, a little piece of you always felt left out because you couldn’t (wouldn’t?) participate. See, you were one of the few who didn’t celebrate Christmas. You were proud of your Jewish heritage, even if your family wasn’t the most ~religious~. But you were proud of the culture you had been raised in. You held its traditions very near to your heart and weren’t AT ALL bitter that the rest of the team had time designated to visit their family during their winter holidays while you still had training camp through the third week of December.  

You were kinda zoning out because you could only take so much of their cookie baking, their stalkerish man that watched kids while they slept, and their hiding of a stupid stuffed toy you were sure would give you nightmares (who the fuck thought having an ‘elf’ stalk your family all month was cute?!?!? Capitalism was a weird man). (Though you may or may not have paid attention to Lindsey’s plan to dress Ferguson like a little elf…) 

“What about you kid?” Tobin asked, nudging you out of your daydream. 

“What?” You shook your head, making everyone around you laugh. 

“Do you have plans for the holidays?” Lindsey repeated, her smile showing off her dimples. 

“Oh, um. Chanukah started a few days ago. It’s cool, they have an app with a menorah and everything. My family has been face timing me most days, but it will be over before training ends.” You shrugged, hoping they couldn’t see how much being away from your family during this time of year sucked (though you were glad to be included on the camp roster). 

Most of the veteran's jaws dropped, how had they not known that you were missing something so important to you? How had US Soccer overlooked a holiday (and inadvertently given you an ultimatum- celebrate or make the national team). 

“Then why did they schedule training camp this week?” Tobin mumbled. Again you shrugged. 

“There’s 23 of you and only one of me… it’s really not that big of a deal,” you smiled briefly and gave the same speech you had given since middle school, “It’s not like the ‘Jewish Christmas’ even though it happens around the same time some years, my family doesn’t even exchange presents, so I’m really just missing the party they’re throwing on the 18th.” 

“That still isn’t fair though. I mean, we get Christmas off automatically, even if we don’t celebrate it!” Christen huffed, throwing her hands up. 

“I mean, this isn’t like a new thing. We’re always at camp during this time. And next year the holiday starts in November, so it’s not something that can consistently be scheduled around. I guess it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to be the best right?” You said earnestly, shaking your head. You knew all of the arguments, you had heard them for all of your life. 

“But-“ Emily started to protest, but before she could get the words out you cut her off. “Don’t make a big deal guys, it’s fine. Really,” 

The team stared at you for a few seconds, several women opening and closing their mouths several times. You shifted uncomfortably under their gaze, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone rang, glad to have an excuse to get out of this situation. 

“Ok so we’re totally going to make a big deal out of this,” Lindsey said turning back around to face the team the second you were out the door. 

“I’m guessing you have a plan to woo your girl?” Emily smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“It’s not to. No. We are doing this as a team to be supportive of our teammate who is part of a traditionally marginalized culture that we need to be more supportive of,” Lindsey grumbled sternly, smiling when Christen nodded in return. “I’m googling “Chanukah for Dummies” right now. 

They were going to make this camp different from the others (and if she got to impress you that was just a bonus). 

…..

“Umm, why does it smell like something is burning?” Becky asked, walking through the hotel corridor towards the dining room. 

“Because Latkes are apparently more difficult to make than I expected,” Kelley said, tossing what looked like a stack of burned hockey pucks into the trash. “I didn’t realize the whole room was going to smell like fried food- do you think they’re going to fine me when we check out?”

“If they fine you, they better fine Em too. The stench from such a little jar is kind of amazing,” Lindsey huffed. 

“What did she do, get her sardines or something?” Becky asked, shaking her head, remembering the smell that she couldn’t quite place. 

“No. Something called ‘Gefilte fish’”. 

“But isn’t that usually for Passover?” Kelley asked, looking up from where she was trying to scrape burned potatoes off her pan.

“They said it was traditional, isn’t that what we’re going for?” Emily huffed, pouting. Lindsey rolled her eyes at her best friend. 

“I’ve got music!” Chrystal called, walking through the door in a star-patterned sweater. “It turns out there are not a whole lot of Chanukah songs. There’s a Spotify playlist that’s only 3 hours long, or so, so I supplemented it with a lot of Leonard Cohen and Paul Simon.”

“And I brought the sour cream and applesauce as requested!” Sam called, walking in after her, “also some apple juice and honey bourbon. I know apples and honey are a thing for Rosh Hashana, so I thought maybe we could make some cocktails?”

“I won’t tell coach if you don’t,” Kelley said taking the bottle and pouring herself a shot. “Someone else needs to take over the latke making. My attempts have all either looked like lefse, hashbrowns or just burned.”

“Lefse?”

“I had an ex-girlfriend from Minnesota. It was a potato tortilla thing her family sent her at thanksgiving. The point here is that someone else needs to cook or we are just going to be eating sour cream and applesauce on their own.”

“We could make french fries?” Rose suggested tentatively. 

“With bacon and cheese! Those are the best,” Emily exclaimed, only to have Lindsey (gently) slap the back of her head. 

“No, Sonnett. She can’t have bacon and I don’t think she’s allowed to have cheese and meat on the same plate…” 

“I think if we just batter potato pieces in egg and flour and fry them it would taste nice with the apple sauce and sour cream. And we’ve made french fries before so it won’t be so much of a… learning curve. Though you did a great try, Kelley!” Rose said, patting Kelley’s arm.

“You guys are useless. Did you even look at a recipe?” Megan shook her head. 

“If you think it’s so easy you try it.” Kelley scoffed. Megan raised her eyebrow at the woman, stealing the spatula from the defender's hand. 

“Tasty made here we come,” 

*****

“Happy Chanukah!” came from all around as you walked in. Lindsey was very proud. Not only had she gotten the team on track and ensured that they had all of the stuff google said would make the perfect Chanukah celebration; she had also kept you off their trail until this moment. The shock on your face made all the work on their day off entirely worth it. 

The room was decorated in tinsel with a shiny plastic menorah in the center of the table. Several people were wearing ugly sweaters with different “decorations” taped on. A sign on the back wall said “We survived, let’s eat!” Lindsey had decided against hanging up the posters Rose and Mal made saying “Stick it to the (ro)Man!” and “MaccaBEe mine.” The first one because she wasn’t sure it was appropriate, the second one because she knew it wasn’t.

“Ooo who brought the hotdog of the sea?” You asked, biting your lip to suppress a giggle as you walked over to the table to see the food on display. 

“What?” Lindsey’s eyes tried to follow yours, utterly confused. They didn’t get hotdogs. They most certainly weren’t on the list that Chanukah for dummies had given her. 

You smiled softly and shook your head, pointing to the tan balls that Emily had provided. 

“That’s what my siblings and I call it during Passover. Gefilte fish is kinda a love it or hate it thing…” you trailed off, scrunching your nose just slightly. 

“And you’re not a fan?” Lindsey smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“Umm, I plead the fifth,” You mumbled, shaking your head slightly. It wasn’t your favorite item in the world. 

“That was all Emily,” Kelley snorted, clapping you on the back, and you grinned devilishly back at her. 

“Well, it was very nice of her to be so thoughtful. She can try a piece with me,” 

Emily cringed at the idea, but nodded nonetheless. It was your party and if eating the smelly thing out of a jar made you happy, then that’s exactly what she would do. (She also stealthily shot Lindsey the middle finger while you were surveying the rest of the items on the tables). 

“Honestly the sufganiyot is my favorite,” you said, taking a step towards the platter, your lips ticking up at Lindsey’s adorable confused face. “sorry, the donuts,” you clarified, picking up one of the many powdered sugar-covered donuts in the stack, inspecting it to see what kind it was. The Jelly ones were particularly important for the celebration. 

Lindsey blushed a little. “We didn’t know if you wanted jelly or custard,” She said hesitantly, watching as your eyes got impossibly brighter. 

“Both are amazing, thank you,” You smiled softly at the midfielder, brushing a stay bit of powdered sugar off her pink cheeks. You held her gaze for a moment before seeming realizing you had an audience, and turning towards the rest of the team. “thank all of you,” 

It wasn’t the traditional Chanukah you usually shared with your family, but the friends who had become your family made it special nonetheless.

[stellar-lune]

*KOTLC incorrect quotes*

Anyways, a long list of incorrect KOTLC quotes, feel free to use these for anything if ya want!

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Glimmer: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée".

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Fitz: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Fitz: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

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Keefe, holding up his class notes: And then this doodle of a burrito because when I first read Aristotle, I thought it was pronounced like “Chipotle”.

Marella, in shock: Wait a minute, is it “Chip-o-tottle”?

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Sophie: I wasn't hurt that badly. Elwin said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

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Police Officer: You have the right to remain silent.

Marella: I choose to waive that right!

Marella: *screaming*

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Brant (whoops sorry bout this one): Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

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Sophie: I would never say that my best friend is a bitch and I don’t like her. That’s not true… Biana is a bitch and I like her very much!

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Lex, Bex, Rex: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Keefe on Tuesday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Keefe on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

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Forkman, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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Keefe, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Keefe, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Keefe: Somebody moved my E.L. Fudges, and now I am going to run away again.

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Tam: Your existence is confusing.

Keefe: How so?

Tam: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

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Sophie: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

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Linh: I've never encountered a problem that can't be solved by an spontaneous musical number.

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Dex: Dracula had it right, sleep all day, live alone in a castle, and explode into bats to get out of all social situations.

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Sophie: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.

Sophie, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.

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Dex, to Stina: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.

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Sophie: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.

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Dex: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one, Wonderboy.

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Marella: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Fitz: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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*out grocery shopping*

Linh: *takes a free sample twice*

Linh: Robbery and fraud. I am a Rebel (TM) .

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Sophie: Sometimes I wonder if I’m hearing voices.

Sophie: Then I remember that’s the last bit of sanity I have trying to get me to fall asleep at a reasonable time.

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Sophie: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Tam: No returns.

Demon: *sobbing* But it's making me sad...

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Dex: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Dex: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Dex: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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Tam: Hey, what’s the name of the other guy who lives with Tiergan?

Linh: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Tam: That's not what I asked.

Linh: That is all the information I have.

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Keefe: Ro, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Ro: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

(alternatively, Alden)

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Linh: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!?

Tam, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Marella: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash.

Marella: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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Biana: I'm gonna get my piolet's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Fitz: The big five licenses?

Biana: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

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Dex: You are irrationally angry 365 days a year.

Fitz: Well, that’s just your personal opinion, I don’t have anger issues. Biana, do you think I have anger issues?

Biana: Well, I wouldn’t really call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.

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Keefe: So how’s the food Sophie made?

Fitz: It's great! Compliments to her.

Keefe: *goes to the kitchen*

Keefe: You're adorable.

Sophie: *blushes*

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Biana: And now for a gay update with Linh and Marella.

Marella: Getting gayer.

Biana: Thank you, Marella.

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Sophie: Hey, do you know the password to Keefe’s computer?

Biana: I love you, Sophie.

Sophie: Aww, that’s so swe—

Biana: No, you misunderstood, the password is "iloveyouSophie".

Sophie: Oh, no numbers? Not very safe.

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Fitz: Hey, Biana, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Biana: Yeah.

Fitz: And you, Tam?

Tam: Umm... yes?

Fitz: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

Biana: Did he just-

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Sophie: Do you cook?

Biana: I made a cake once.

Fitz: Yeah, it was good.

Biana: Really?

Fitz: Don’t make me lie twice, Biana.

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Dex: Nice rock.

Keefe: Thanks, Tam gave it to me.

Tam: I threw it at you!

Keefe: Isn’t he the sweetest?

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Juline: I just had a long talk with the triplets about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Sophie: I made you all playlists!

Sophie: Tam, yours has only heavy metal and punk, and is dark like your soul.

Sophie: Keefe, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Sophie: And Biana has the ABBA Gold album.

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Fitz: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Biana: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Dex: A realist sees a freight train.

Tam: The train driver sees three idiots standing on train tracks.

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Mr. Forkle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Biana, Keefe, & Sophie: Okay.

Mr. Forkle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Biana: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Keefe: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Sophie: Bold of you to assume I can die.

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Sophie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.

Keefe: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.

Dex: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.

Marella: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.

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Biana: What’s it like being tall?

Marella: Is it nice?

Sophie: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Fitz: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

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Stina: You have friends and I envy that.

Marella: You're welcome to share my friends.

Stina: *looks at Dex and Sophie*

Stina: I don't want those.

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Della: Tommorrow's garbage day.

Fitz: I can't believe you made a whole day dedicated to Alvar.

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Linh: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Tam: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Linh: Th-that's not how that works-

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Marella: Do you want to know your gay name?

Linh: My... my gay name?

Marella: Yeah, it's your first name-

Linh: Haha. Very funny Marella-

Marella: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Linh: Oh- oh my god.

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Glimmer: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go.

The Black Swan: Those are wanted posters!

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Biana: Are you mad?

Tam: No.

Biana: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

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Keefe: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

Biana: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Biana: *on the phone* Hey Fitz, do you know my blood type?

Fitz: Of course, it's A+.

Biana: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

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Fitz, to Sophie: Are you ready to commit?

Sophie: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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Literally Anyone: Hey, aren’t you Sophie Foster?

Sophie: You a Councillor?

Literally Anyone: No.

Sophie: Then yes, I am.

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Sophie: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.

Stina:

Sophie: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Stina: I’m gay—

Sophie: Not what I meant, but cool.

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Keefe: Remember that time you dared me to lick a swingset?

Sophie: No, I said "Keefe, don't lick that swingset" and you said "Don't tell me what to do" and licked the swingset.

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Mr. Forkle: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Sophie: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

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Juline: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

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Marella: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*

Marella: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.

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Biana: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new clothes

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Dex: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Fitz: Sure!

Fitz: Whats your favorite color?

Dex, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

[shortprince-cos]

The Woes Of An Emo

Summary: Tune in this week for Virgil thinking this is all a coincidence! And some Logicality pining. As a treat.

Warnings: Swearing, not having much money(?). I think thats about it? Tell me if I need to add anything else!

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Thanks to @irritating-lady-knight for beta reading this for me!!!

Chapter 5: Maybe This Is Fine?

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Princey's date was called off?! How?! Who on earth wouldn't like him?! Virgil was furious, who the f**k says that they don't like someone until after they accept the date?!

...wait.

Virgil was such a hypocrite.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: what?! What happened?! Who do i need to murder

princeofyourdreams: no one, im fine. he was just too nervous to say anything

Virgil wished he didn't relate so much to mystery guy, then maybe he would want to punch him.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: well, are u ok?

princeofyourdreams: of course i am! I can conquer any challenge! Dont worry about me!

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: are u sure?

princeofyourdreams: seriously, anxiety, im ok. One disinterested boy isnt going to ruin me.

onthevirgeofananxietyattack: ok, good. Hes obviously not good enough for you anyway

princeofyourdreams: shut up haha

Well, Princey seemed to be doing ok. And maybe Virgil was a tad more excited then he should be, but can you blame him? He's had a crush on Princey for a year, and he might actually have a chance now!

Well, as much of a chance you could have when you've never even seen each other.

Now all Virgil had to do was go on this not-a-date date and live. Yay.

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"Ok, now if you run out of money, ask him to pay for you."

"Dad!" Virgil scolded. "I'm not going to leech off my friends!"

Remy just chuckled. "C'mon Virge, live a little! It's not everyday you actually step outside. With a couple of boys no less."

Virgil turned red. "It's a friend date, Dad." He grumbled.

Remy turned to where Virgil was in the passenger seat and tilted down his shades to look him in the eyes. "Sure it is."

Virgil grumbled something as Remy pulled the car in front of the mall. "Here's your stop, babe."

Virgil rolled his eyes as his mouth betrayed him by smiling. "Whatever, I'll see you later."

"Love you." Remy added while Virgil stepped out of the car.

"Love you too, Dad."

Virgil eventually made his way over to the food court, where everyone was meeting.

Virgil was also questioning why he suggested this hang-out anyway. It was going to be so awkward! How was he going to have a good time with the guy he rejected, a nerd who could probably kill him, and a "friend" he only started talking to two days ago?

Why did he do this?

"Viiiiiirrrrrrrgiiiiiiiiiilllllllll!!!!!" Patton was suddenly running towards where Virgil was standing in the food court.

"Uh- wait-" Virgil got trapped in a bear hug (how? Patton is so small!) as soon as Patton reached him.

"Patton, try not to kill the poor fellow." Roman chuckled as he walked up to the trap that Virgil was caught in.

Patton eventually let Virgil breathe as he let go. "Sorry! I just got excited! I don't normally go many places!" He exclaimed.

"Well, we'll have to take you to more places then, Patton." Logan smirked as he approached the small group.

Roman chuckled again as Patton blushed and silently thanked him. "Well then!" Roman announced. "Where shall we go first?"

"Hot To-"

"No, Pumpkin King, we're not going to Hot Topic." Roman immediately interrupted.

"Then why did I even come?" Virgil whined playfully.

"C'mon, Roman! Hot Topic does have some really good Disney stuff~" Patton pushed in a teasing tone.

Roman let out a long, exaggerated groan. "Fiiiiiinnnnnneeeee. We can go."

"Yes!"

"Yay!"

"Satisfactory."

"Wow. Y'all are a bunch of nerds." Said Roman.

"Says the guy who cried when they changed Mickey Mouse's art style." Logan shot back.

"ListEN IT LOOKS LIKE ABSOLUTE CRAP AND ISN'T TRUE TO THE ORIGINAL!"

"Roman, please, I don't want to spend twenty minutes talking about-"

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and displayed two Mickey Mouse pictures with different art styles. "Look, Logan. Look at how they massacred my boy."

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And after that debate, they made their way to the dark and ridiculously edgy Hot Topic, unfortunately located next to the very bright and pink Justice store.

"I must go, my people need me." Virgil joked as he walked through the doorway.

"Of course this is where your people are, where else could you find the emos?" Roman rolled his eyes playfully.

"Oh, do you know people here, Virgil?" Logan asked innocently, clearly not understanding the joke.

"No- it's- it's a meme."

"Don't even try, Angstintator, no one could ever teach Logan the way of memes." Roman announced, slowly drifting towards the Disney section.

"Well, they are nonsensical. They make zero sense most of the time!" Logan defended.

Patton suddenly gasped like a little kid in a candy store. "Vi, Ro, Lo, look!!!!!!"

They all looked to where Patton was pointing, and saw it.

They holy grail of cute things. Something that could almost (almost) rival Patton himself.

A Pusheen plush that was holding a cookie. It was beautiful (to Patton at least).

Patton squealed and grabbed the closest person (which happened to be Logan) and held his hand while dragging him towards the plush in excitement.

Logan immediately flushed and trailed after Patton helplessly.

Roman chuckled at that and returned to looking at the Disney merchandise, while Virgil made his way over to the band t-shirts.

"Look!!! Look at it!!!! It's so cuuuutttteeee!!!!!!" Patton fawned. He checked the tag for the price and immediately frowned. "Shoot..." He mumbled under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, then checked the price. $39.98. Not too expensive, but expensive enough to be a pain.

"Ah. Not bring enough money?" Patton slowly nodded at the question, looking...guilty? Or maybe disappointed? Logan didn't really know, only that it was making Patton upset.

Logan frowned at that. Someone as bright and kind as Patton shouldn't be unhappy! Patton deserved to be happy at least 100% of the time, Logan thought.

"Logan!!! Come here!!! Look at this!" Roman called from behind a shelf somewhere, knocking Logan out of his thoughts.

"Uh- excuse me for a second Patton." Patton nodded with a small (was it sad, too?) smile as Logan went to find Roman.

Roman was located behind a shelf filled with more Disney merchandise. "What, Roman? I was kind of busy." He asked, clearly annoyed.

"Yeah, busy failing at wooing him." Roman rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Seriously Logan, how could you be so dense?"

"Do you want me to provide a list of examples and events that you were being 'dense' at?"

Roman simply groaned. "C'mon Logan, think for a second! Patton doesn't have enough money for the plush that makes him smile. A smile which you love seeing. Therefore, what do you do with that fat wallet of yours?"

It suddenly clicked in Logan's head. "Oh. Oh! Do you think he'll be happy about it?"

"Of course he will! He'll adore you!" Roman pushed Logan out from behind the shelf. "Now go gettem!"

Meanwhile, Patton was talking with Virgil.

"Hey, Virge! Did you find anything?"

All Virgil had to do to answer the question was look at Patton with the pile of shirts in his arms.

"Uh. Yeah." Virgil replied, thinking of how embarrassing this was.

Patton giggled a bit. "Do you need help carrying that?"

"Please." Virgil sighed.

Patton took some of the shirts and other clothing items (were those fishnets?!) out of Virgil's hands.

"So, are you doing ok?" Patton asked.

"O-oh. Yeah, I'm ok. I'm just worried about...if Roman is. Like, what if he's mad at me? I bet thats what he and Logan are talking about right now-"

"Slow down, Virgil." Patton interrupted. "I'm sure they aren't, and I really doubt that Roman's mad at you. If he was mad, he seems like the type to show it."

"That's...probably right." Virgil mumbled.

"Just calm down a bit, and have some fun! You are having fun, aren't you?"

Virgil smiled lightly. "Yeah. I am."

Patton smiled too. "Then let's go have more fun!"

And with that, Patton grabbed Virgil's hand and dragged him to the next shelf, looking through more cute things.

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Dear all of the people who thought Virgil would figure it out this chapter,

HA! Y'all thought WRONG! Virgil and Roman share the same brain cell, but neither of them use it!

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Reblogs are appreciated!💖

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The auditorium clapped loudly and Elide could hear her friend’s cheers as she finished her valedictorian speech for the Fenharrow University School of International Relations. She smiled brightly, accepting the gold plaque that the dean held out to her and posing for the photographer. 

Elide waved as she walked off the stage. She didn’t have time to wait for the other announcements - Ress was already trying to hurry her up - but she managed to catch Asterin and Yrene’s eyes, blowing them both a kiss and waving. 

She made a note to ask Lysandra if she could fly them both out over the summer. Elide knew she’d be busy, with the title and the official resignation of her uncle, but hopefully she could sneak a weekend away before the ceremony, which they were both coming for anyway. 

“Miss Lochan, we really–” 

“Ress, I told you to call me Elide,” she reminded the young man, smirking at the way he blushed. He was Aelin’s favourite guard and her most trusted, which was probably why he’d been sent to collect her from university and whisk her back to Perranth. 

Ress cleared his throat, “Of course. Elide, we need to hurry. The plane is waiting.” 

She smiled and followed him through the back halls. Ress led her out to the street, where a black SUV was waiting. He opened the door for her and Elide smiled her thanks, sighing in relief once she was sitting. 

A bag was on the seat next to her. Elide rolled up the partition just as Ress started the car, pulling smoothly away from the curb to the airport. 

She changed into a pair of soft flannel pajama pants and a hoodie from her now alma mater. Then, she rolled down the partition again, leaning forward to rest her forearms against it and her chin on her wrists. “So,” Elide cackled when Ress jumped, spooked by her proximity, “how’s Terrasen?” 

“It’s very good,” he replied, slowing to a stop at a red light. Elide took the opportunity to crawl through to the passenger seat. “Miss Lochan- Elide, stop that! It’s not safe for you to be up here!” 

“Oh, come on! I know you have bulletproof windows and the windshield is too,” she argued, relenting by buckling her seatbelt. Elide continued, adding, “Plus, if someone does shoot at me, you’re closer to throw your body in front of mine to save me.” 

Ress rolled his eyes in jest and the light turned green. “Your logic is impeccable as always, milady.” 

Elide punched his shoulder for that, cursing when her ineffectual blow was met with solid muscle, “Fuck me, you couldn’t be a bit softer for when I punch you?” 

He just laughed and continued driving. 

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The plane started to rumble beneath her and Elide gripped the armrest tightly, her long, black acrylics digging into the plush, cream-coloured leather. Despite being a regular flier, she never had gotten used to the sudden lurch in her stomach as the glorified tin can sped up and shot into the sky. 

Landing was easier, but only by a smidgen. 

Elide kept her eyes screwed shut until a soft ding sounded, indicating that they had reached cruising altitudes. She let out a long breath, opening her eyes to look out the window as they flew away from Bellhaven. 

The stewardess came by with tea and a sandwich for both Elide and Ress, who was sitting in the comfortable chair opposite hers. Elide thanked her and started on her tea while Ress practically inhaled his sandwich. 

Elide snorted and handed him hers. When he declined, she insisted, “C’mon. I’m not hungry, we went to the diner to see Sorscha anyway, just take it.” He conceded, obviously making an effort to eat it slower as Elide stirred her tea. 

She watched him curiously and sipped from her tea. 

“Stop staring at me like that,” Ress muttered, his cheeks pinking. 

“I’m not staring at you,” she replied loftily. Elide placed her cup to the side and rested her elbow on her armrest, propping her chin on her fist. “Are you still seeing that boy?” 

Ress choked on a bite of food and coughed. When he finally got his breath back, he shook his head, “Did Aelin say- is the sandwich a bribe?”

Elide gasped, “So there is a boy, I knew it!” 

“Don’t you have preparations to look over,” he shot back at her, eyeing the manila folder on the tray next to her. 

Elide sighed and gave him a dirty look up as she picked up the smooth packet, looking at the shiny seal, her family’s crest staring up at her. Ress took it as his exit and practically fled. Elide called after him, “This isn’t over, Ress!” 

“Oh, yes it is!” he yelled back, collapsing into a seat facing away from her and slinking down so she couldn’t even see his brown-haired head. 

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Elide smoothed her hands over her white tweed jacket, fingering the button stamped with a double C. She turned to appraise the matching pants.

Her hair was curled, clipped back and resting over one shoulder. As usual her makeup was done to perfection - she had long since perfected the barely-there look - and Elide decided to finish the look off with a dark black lip that matched the piping of her suit. 

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, “Elide? Captain says we need to return to our seats.” 

“I’ll be right out,” she called back, testing her ankle. She had gotten the necessary surgeries two months after she turned eighteen and had control over her medical needs. Since the injury and subsequent abuse due to her uncle’s refusal for medical attention, it would never heal to what it once was, but Elide was diligent about her physio-therapy, so she could usually go without her brace unless she was exercising. 

Elide packed her bags up and walked out, stashing them on her carry-on before sliding into her seat and buckling her seatbelt. 

Ress smiled at her, tilting his head to the window, “Welcome home, Duchess of Perranth.” 

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Ress half covered her from the press as she walked off the plane and across the tarmac. “Elide, I don’t want you being too open.” 

“I’ll just smile and wave,” she argued, flashing him a blinding smile as she stepped around him and waved, “What’s the point of looking this good if I can’t show off?” 

He grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like Aelin is rubbing off on you. Elide laughed and approached the fence, bending down to accept the bouquet from a little girl dressed to the nines in a tulle dress and a tiara. “Oh, thank you. I love peonies,” Elide said, “and your tiara, it’s beautiful.” 

The little girl beamed, flashing where she was missing her top front teeth, and then ran back to her mother, who shared a warm smile with Elide. 

Elide waved once more and dodged Remelle DuBois, one of the countless entertainment reporters who spent her days chasing down royals and their family members. She had always been too… friendly with Rowan. Remelle wasn’t one for subtlety and was a vocal critic of Aelin’s policies. 

Elide had always doubted it had anything with her cousin’s skills as a competent monarch. 

Ress ushered her away before Remelle could sink her claws into Elide and showed her into yet another SUV, its windows tinted black. 

Elide stayed glued to the window for the entire drive. She always returned to Perranth during her breaks, but that reading week back in February, she had been too busy with midterms and couldn’t find the time to fly out. 

She had missed her home more than she thought possible and drank in the sights as Ress drove through the city. The castle was a short ten minute drive from the city limits and Elide looked excitedly at the landmarks telling her she was getting closer and closer. 

They turned onto a nondescript road. After a minute of thick forest - strategically grown as a natural defence - the rolling green hills of the property came into view. Elide gasped happily at the sight of the soaring towers. 

When Ress parked in the roundabout driveway, Elide didn’t bother waiting for one of the footmen to open her door before she was hopping out. A familiar pair stood at the top of the limestone steps, next to Vernon, who looked at Elide with a slight sneer.

Aelin smiled and managed to contain herself as the majordomo announced, “Her Royal Grace, Elide Amara Lochan of Perranth.” 

There was a short trumpet fanfare played as Elide walked up the steps. She thanked Anneith that it was customary to address the queen and king consort before any other royal. Elide curtsied formally, bowing her head before Aelin and Rowan. 

Their arresting eyes were both filled with mild amusement at the formality of it all. “Welcome home, Elide,” Aelin said, leaning in to kiss both her cheeks and squeeze her hands. In a soft whisper, she said, “I’m so proud of you, my love.” 

Elide mouthed Thank you and turned to Rowan, breaking protocol to throw her arms around his shoulders. The silver-haired man laughed deeply and hugged her back, kissing the top of her head, “Hey, Ellie.” 

“Hi, Ro,” she croaked. They had grown even closer and it wouldn’t be remiss to call Rowan her best friend. Vernon cleared his throat obnoxiously and Rowan reluctantly put her down, never happy to relinquish his protective hold on her around her uncle. 

Elide patted his bicep, telling him she was fine. She dipped her head, internalising her smirk at the indignation on Vernon’s face when she hardly bowed. “Uncle, it’s lovely to see you again.” 

He gave her a slimy smile and Elide visibly stiffened when he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, his grip near crushing. “My sentiments exactly, niece.” 

Aelin’s personal assistant, Lysandra, appeared, smiling widely. “Elide, I thought I heard your name.” 

“Hi, Lyss,” she said, hugging the green eyed beauty warmly. “Oh, I missed you.” 

“I missed you,” Lysandra answered before drawing back. “Now that we’ve all said hello, why don’t we move this inside?” 

They all chuckled and followed her as she led them through the front doors, thanking the doormen with a dazzling grin. The moment the doors shut behind them, Aelin squealed and threw herself at Elide, “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you, it’s like it’d kill you to visit your poor cousin - you know how I loathe spending my days with stuffy old men.” 

Elide laughed, “You’re the one who insisted I finish my degree before assuming the title.” Tears pricked her eyes, “I missed you, Ace. You have to tell me what you’ve been up to.” 

Aelin pulled away, looping her arm through Elide’s, “It’s been a busy year. Most of my meetings are about you, you know. It takes a lot to prepare for your–” The blonde was interrupted by a derisive snort, poorly disguised by a cough. Slowly, she turned to face Vernon. “Have a cold, do you?” 

“No, no, I’m quite alright.” He cleared his throat, “I thought I might be more involved with the preparations, that’s all. If I may, how far along are the plans?” 

Elide glanced between her uncle and her cousin, feeling dread settle in the pit of her stomach. 

“...quite far. Why do you ask?” 

“Well, we wouldn’t want to get ahead of ourselves.” 

Elide tugged Aelin along before she could snap back a snarky response, “I think we can discuss this later. I’m rather tired and would like to get settled.” 

Aelin looked ready to fight, but softened after Elide’s pleading look, “Of course. I have a surprise for you, El.” 

The tension eased from her shoulders as their party moved swiftly, leaving Vernon in their wake. 

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Aelin insisted on keeping Elide’s eyes closed as they moved through the halls. 

Elide was sure her cousin purposefully took her all over, so she had no idea where they had ended up. “Ae, come on, let me see!” 

“Ok, ok, ready?” 

“For the love of the gods, yes!” 

Aelin pulled her hands away and stepped away. Elide exhaled sharply, “This- it’s my parents rooms.” She looked in confusion at Aelin, not understanding what was happening. “Wh-what?” 

Aelin shrugged, “Since you’re about to be the duchess, I thought it might be more appropriate for you to live here instead of your old rooms.” 

Elide reached out, squeezing Aelin’s hand. She hadn’t spent much time in the rooms since her parents died - no one had. Vernon had once mentioned moving in, but after Elide objected by refusing to eat, he relented and they remained empty. “Thank you, love.” 

Aelin beamed, “The pleasure is all mine. Now,” she put a hand on the handle, turning it to the side, “shall we?” 

Nodding, Elide braced herself as Aelin opened the door and she walked in, taking in the entry hall. A flash of black, brown, and white fur shot towards her. 

She managed to keep on her feet as Bear crashed into her, the large pup’s body wiggling uncontrollably in excitement. Elide laughed and kicked off her precarious heels, crouching down to hug her dog. “Hi, Bear, oh, hi, lovie.” 

Bear barked excitedly, her fluffy tail whipping back and forth, coming close to toppling the hall stand and the vase placed there for Elide’s flowers. The house she had rented with Asterin, Sorscha, and Yrene hadn’t allowed pets, so Bear stayed in Orynth with Fleetfoot. 

The fluffy Bernese Mountain dog butted her big head into Elide’s hands, asking for pets. Elide laughed and scratched her floppy ears, “Were they treating you well in the castle? Yeah?” 

Bear growled playfully, nipping at Elide’s hand before moving past her to the door and sitting expectantly. Elide stood and dusted off her pants, chuckling at her eagerness, “Not now, Bear. I just got home!” 

“Speaking of,” Aelin said, patting Bear’s head, “let me show you what I’ve done!” 

Elide faked a groan and let herself be dragged over through the entry hall, noticing the new armchairs placed around the table. She waited excitedly as Aelin dramatically flung the double doors open to her bedroom, “Welcome!” 

Stepping in, Elide took in the opulence of her room. It was painted a pastel mint and cream. She smiled, looking at the large bed in the middle of the room, its wooden frame edged in gold with a diamond-tufted headboard. 

Pillows upon pillows practically overtook the bed, the sheets a neutral white. Aelin stood nervously by the bed, running her hand along the soft throw blanket, “I got the white just in case you wanted to change it, you can. And we can repaint this, too, of course. And–”

“Aelin, really, it’s amazing. I love it,” Elide said, turning to take in the floor-to-ceiling bookcase flanking the fireplace and large, flat screen television. There was a white armchair by the wall of windows, the middle two Elide knew were French doors that opened to the balcony that oversaw the courtyard and the gardens. 

The queen smiled softly and beckoned her over to the closet, “And this is a little birthday present, just from me to you, ok?” 

Elide bit her lip to contain her smile as Aelin opened the door with a flourish, “Ta-da!” 

She walked in, her mouth dropping as she took in the racks of clothes in the walk-in dressing room. There was a full length mirror that lit up when Elide touched it and she gasped, whirling to look at the clothes hanging. “Oh my gods, Aelin.” 

“Wait, wait, wait, let me show you this,” Aelin said, drawing her attention to the island in the middle of the room. She pressed a button and after a slick hiss, drawers popped open, sliding out to display accessories and beautiful jewellery. 

“Oh, Aelin, it’s beautiful,” Elide gushed, most excited about the wall of shoes and purses. She pulled Aelin into another hug, “Thank you for everything, Ace. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” 

Too overcome with emotion to say a word, Aelin just returned the embrace and they stayed there for a while, trapped in the moment. 

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Elide sighed calmly as she sipped a glass of wine, holding a tattered paperback in the other hand.

She rested her feet on the opposite lip of the sunken bath, tapping her toes to the rhythm in her head. The bathroom door was nudged open and big paws padded against the marble tiles. Elide smiled, turning to look at Bear as she rested her head on edge of the tub and whined softly. 

Laughing, Elide put her glass and book down. “Have I not paid enough attention to you?” she asked, lovingly stroking her hand over Bear’s head. The dog huffed through her nose, making her eyes big and wide. 

Elide laughed again, leaning over to kiss the top of Bear’s head, “I missed you too, Bear.” She reclined further back as Bear slumped to the floor, her chin resting on her paws. It seemed for the first time in Elide’s life, the future was clear and nothing could ruin that for her.

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Prom Queen: Chapter 2

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Word Count: 1,900

Pairings: Endgame Prinxiety, Platonic LAMP, more could be included at a later point

Warning: Swearing, food mentions (Let me know if I missed anything, this one seemed fairly tame!)

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Summary: He missed Roman. High school had been, in the grand scheme of things, largely without his best friend.

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High school wasn’t great but it certainly didn’t seem to be terrible either. That’s what Virgil was gathering from the whole experience anyways. It definitely didn’t hold as much of the awkwardness in terms of trying to find himself and who he was as a person like middle school had brought about.

But still, there were still a fair share of complications. Roman’s popularity throughout the years had started to become one of them.

Neither of them had honestly expected it really. Theater put Roman in the spotlight, both literally and figuratively, that was where part of his newfound popularity came from. With that little bit of exposure, people started to take notice of him.

First it had been Roman running late to English a few times when they started out freshman year.

That expanded to Roman joining some clubs Virgil was content to stay out of for a couple days in the week.

More interaction with more people meant Roman got to talking with some interesting people from student council through his Model UN club meetings, including a familiar face from theater serving as their stage manager in the upcoming fall production.

“Hey guys, there’s someone I’d like you to meet!” Roman said excitedly as he dragged along a guy that looked around their grade, firm hands on his shoulders. Roman beamed as Virgil and Patton looked up from Virgil’s phone. “This is Logan!”

Patton smiled at Logan and held out a hand. “Patton Hart, it’s nice to meet you Logan!”

At the sight of Patton’s hand reached out to him, Virgil noticed Logan visibly relax, reaching out to shake Patton’s.

“Hello Patton,” Logan merely said with a nod.

“And of course, Logan, I’ve told you about my best friend Virgil,” Roman’s voice cut through, Virgil’s gaze flickering over to the impossibly widening grin on Roman’s face at that little detail.

Logan nodded once more. “Ah yes, Roman talks about you often.”

“Nothing but bad things I assume?” Virgil snorted, smirking at Roman’s mock gasp of offense.

“No, he speaks rather highly of you, Virgil. Oftentimes it gets in the way of things such as letting him running lines and letting me work on my own work for his play,” Logan commented, giving Roman a pointed look towards the latter half of his statement.

“A boy can’t talk about his best friend? Harsh, Specs!”

Patton laughed at the two of them bickering. “So how’d you and Logan meet?”

“Model UN, he’s done a much better job than I have! He’s trying to show me the ropes but he’s definitely much smarter than me at it!” Roman said with a chuckle, sitting down with Logan doing so as well.

“He says that but he isn’t doing too poorly, honestly Roman,” Logan sighed.

“Yeah yeah, but not as good as you. Now hush and let me tell them my story!”

Roman considered joining student council by the end of freshman year but decided theater was already a large commitment.

Sophomore year rolled around before Virgil knew it and Roman was cast as the lead role for the fall production as well as getting on the sophomore homecoming court.

Homecoming carnival was fairly nice as Roman practically dragged him and Logan along. Virgil didn’t have half a bad time though he admittedly just stayed by Patton who was working at one of his club booths. Roman was surrounded by too many people at one point for Virgil to really want to follow him anyways.

Spring semester of sophomore year was pretty uneventful aside from Roman somehow getting even more popular. Virgil could barely get a word of conversation in with him after their school’s spring production of Beauty and the Beast, despite him going to nearly every night of the show’s run. Patton was good company during one of the nights though and the two went out for milkshakes afterwards.

“Virgil! Gosh, I really don’t need you seeing me cry,” Roman laughed as he scooped Virgil up in a tight hug before pulling away. “You didn’t have to come for closing night!”

“I wanted to, you know?” Virgil asked. “Also holy shit are you hot.”

“Oh trust me, I know! My sheer beauty is truly a thing to behold!” Roman teased, only for Virgil to shove him with a snort.

“Congratulations Roman, you did a great job!” one of their classmates said in passing.

“Thank you Cissy!” Roman called after her with a proud grin on his face.

“No, you know what I mean, you must be dying under the lights,” Virgil chuckled.

“Oh, that-!”

“Roman, you did amazing, look at you!” another person said, coming over to give Roman a hug.

“Thank you, and thank you for coming!” Roman replied.

“How could I not? You did great!” the woman said. “Hey, have you seen Chloe around? I’ve been trying to find the poor girl for ages, she might’ve been swamped.”

“I think she might’ve gone to go change, I think she’ll be out soon!”

Virgil zoned out a little as Roman continued to make conversation for a little longer.

“Ro, you down for going to get ice cream after you free yourself from your wire prison?” Virgil asked once he thought Roman’s attention was finally back on him but a hand was clapped on to Roman’s back.

“Hey dude, awesome job, how’d your voice hold up?” one of the other actors, Justin if Virgil remembered correctly, asked.

“My throat is honestly totally killing me, I can’t wait to drink my weight in tea when I get home,” Roman laughed, wincing for emphasis.

“I feel you, I think I’m going to head home after I change,” Justin said, running a hand through his hair and fixing his glasses. “You planning on going out with the rest of the cast afterwards?”

“Nah, Virgil and I are going to get ice cream and then I am going to sleep like there’s no tomorrow!”

“Fair, fair, I’ll see you on Monday!”

By the time that Roman was finally free, a dozen people had asked Roman for picture and Virgil, with a quick text, told him that his mom had to pick him up unexpectedly.

Logan started to hang out with Virgil and Patton during lunch by the time junior year came by, only skipping a portion of Wednesdays in order to go to student council meetings.

By this point in their time in high school, lots of changes happened but some things still stayed pretty consistent. Roman decided against auditioning for the fall play but still seemed to remain as busy as ever with the theater competitions he was now taking part in, fitting in clubs in seemingly any place possible. Logan had become the junior year president for student council, still taking part in Model UN and a few AP classes definitely keeping him busy. Patton had been the one to change the least aside from Virgil himself. Virgil was happy that both he and Patton were both taking AP studio art. Apart from that, the two of them just focused on trying to stay sane.

Prom came up during their junior year as a topic of discussion (seeing as only the juniors and seniors could go on their own) and the four of them decided to go together as a group. It was a disaster in Virgil’s opinion and he had to leave early when Roman was asked for a dance by one of the popular girls in their grade. He felt sick to think about it.

Virgil stared up at the ceiling for a while the night of prom after he’d gotten back home, trying to figure out what was even happening at this point. A girl had asked for a dance, Roman accepted.

Except suddenly, Virgil remembered just how many times Roman had arrived late to lunch, how many times he’d sat down only to realize he’d had club meetings, how many times Roman would be preoccupied with rehearsals and homework and conversations in the halls before English. The study sessions at Roman’s house had become minimal and Virgil’s interactions with Roman’s brother Remus were more frequent than the interactions with Roman himself.

He missed Roman. High school had been, in the grand scheme of things, largely without his best friend. It still didn’t feel right, like he was missing something with the realization he’d come to.

As soon as he thought of Roman asking him to dance and kissing him though, he knew.

Virgil cried for a while that night.

Suddenly after prom, Roman dropped most of his clubs.

“Why’d you stop going?” Patton asked during their current conversation, taking out his lunch. He offered Virgil a cookie who took it reluctantly.

“Eh, I don’t know, I’ve just been so busy you know? Wanted to see if it helped,” Roman offered as explanation, shrugging. “Oh hey Logan, did you finish studying for our APUSH test today?” he added as the aforementioned took a seat at the table, finished with his student council meeting.

Logan nodded and wordlessly handed his notes to Roman with a roll of his eyes. “I knew you were going to ask.”

“You know me well Specs! I swear, he’s really going nuts with AP test prep, huh?” Roman asked, flipping through the neatly written notes.

“Teachers tend to overprepare us for AP tests, I promise it’s worth it.”

Patton sighed and turned to Virgil, letting the other two talk over their test next period. “Hey Virge, do you want to come over to my house today? I got some new paints I wanted to try out but I’ve been waiting for you to come over,” Patton tried, smiling hopefully at him.

He really didn’t have anything better to do that afternoon so he nodded. “Yeah, sure, do you want me to bring anything?”

Patton shook his head. “Nope, just yourself!”

Virgil nodded.

Summer came around and Virgil started to spend less time with Roman. His family had dragged him on more than one trip so luckily he had a good excuse. Roman certainly didn’t seem very available either so it wasn’t exactly hard for their schedules to conflict.

With a week until senior year started, Virgil went to help Patton walk his dog.

“Hey Pat..?”

“Hm?” Patton asked, looking to him with a smile.

“What would you think if I wanted to... I dunno, change my style I guess?” Virgil asked, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater.

“Hmm... Well, what are you thinking about? Like, just a little change? Starting from scratch?” was Patton’s response. “Not for any reason, I’m still supportive no matter what you want to do!”

Virgil thought on it as they continued walking. “I don’t really know yet, I just know I want to change it I guess?”

Patton nodded. “Well I say do it! You can always change it back!”

With that, they moved on to other subjects. Patton was excited about school while Virgil ruminated on Patton’s questions.

The day before senior year started, Virgil knew what he was planning on, staring at the hair dye in his hands.

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Hey hey hey, we are finally going to be getting into the actual conflict! Gosh, I’ve been waiting for the chance to do so, the next chapter will definitely be interesting!

I will say I had a bit of trouble with this one. The last chapter starts off with the first day of freshman year but I just felt it was a good way to set up the dynamic. I wanted the story to be set in either junior or senior year though mainly due to the maturity level at that point. It feels more comfortable and lets me have more room with what’s to come! I tried to get there without just saying “Look, here’s a time skip, wow!” I really hope I did it well, it feels a little clunky!

I hope you guys liked this chapter and as always, feel free to chat with me in the comments! I love hearing your guys’ opinions!

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 9

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Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 2,043

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: swearing, food/meal mention, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: the massive amounts of gay panic. this chapter was fun to write

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Roman returned to find his room far less lively. The tall nerd and the short puffball have seemingly disappeared! Of course Roman knew they'd likely just gone home, but what fun is life without a little exciting drama?

The only one left was Virgil, who was curled in on himself on Roman's bed, a pillow in his lap and phone in his hands yet again. Roman sighed dramatically, sprawling out beside his darkly dressed counterpart.

"Is this what they meant when they said 'get a room?'" He commented after a long boring silence, waggling his eyebrows when Virgil looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh shut up," Virgil looked away, slamming his pillow into Roman's face in a fit of deja-vu.

"Oh come on! Look up the word joke in the dictionary, Jack Smellington!" Roman said exasperatedly. Virgil shook out his luminescent hair, which was now out of his hood and proudly on display. Roman couldn't convince himself to look away.

"As much as I appreciate being compared to one of my favorite Disney characters, that was a bit- what?" Virgil looked at him confusedly, and that's what finally got Roman to look away.

"Nothing." He said shortly. He considered apologizing, but he figured that would make him look worse. Virgil just laughed lightly, not awkwardly. Mostly to himself about Roman's dorkiness. Roman felt his face heat up, and hated himself for it.

"Well, I should probably get home..." Virgil flopped back onto Roman's bed, stretching his arms out above his head. his shirt lifted slightly to follow, and Roman caught a glimpse of his navel, as well as some impressively sharp hip bones, and the very gentle start of a V-line. He forced himself to look away that time. Getting caught looking at someone's hair is one thing, but... but that, was something else entirely. Roman was already in dangerous waters, and he knew it.

"Ehem, well, I know you denied me last time," Roman began, flopping down beside Virgil and looking up at his pride flag, "but the offer of a ride is still up for grabs. Unless you'd rather be stuck on the bus at night for half an hour." Roman crossed his arms over his chest, and Virgil sat up to lean over him. He nearly opted to retort and deny the offer more snarkily than last time's failed attempt, but...

Roman's eyes. He'd never been close enough and calm enough simultaneously to really look at them; they were a deep melted milk chocolate brown, and held nearly imperceptible flecks of shining red. Virgil's eyebrows knit together, and he leaned closer to look into Roman's eyes more properly.

He didn't realize what he'd done until he'd started to reach down, almost putting his hand on Roman's cheek, and Roman made a small squealing noise to go with his completely tomatoed face. Virgil gasped slightly louder than he'd meant to and immediately recoiled.

"Shit, sorry, I just..." he considered shutting his ridiculous mouth and trying to move on, but he figured he couldn't leave that one without some kind of excuse. "I just haven't really looked at your eyes before. Not like, really, I mean. They're... nice. I like the little red bits." His voice grew much quieter as he spoke. He was facing away from Roman, and thank god, because if Roman could see his face he'd see peach-colored cheeks and a childish smile. And how very uncharacteristic of Virgil that would be.

"Thanks," Roman finally managed to huff. He stood slowly, trying to gather himself, and walked over to his desk, grabbing his car keys. He jangled them in his fingers, raising his eyebrows and silently asking Virgil if he'd take him up on the ride offer. Virgil, who had barely managed to discipline his face before Roman turned to him, just smiled very slightly and nodded.

Virgil grabbed his backpack, and Roman led the way from his room and out the front door to his ridiculous shiny-red mustang, which happened to have white racer stripes. Virgil thought this was pretty funny, but kept a sarcastic tease to himself for once in his life.

Virgil texted Roman his address from the passenger seat. While the bus ride to Virgil's house from Roman's was about 20-30 minutes, the car ride was less than 10. Roman considered putting on some music, but decided against it, considering what happened the last time they were alone with just music and each other. What the heckity heck is happening here?  When I imagine... love... this is what comes to mind. He cringed at himself, surprised and disgusted that he was admitting that. This doesn't feel the same as it does with Logan though... so then, maybe I truly love Logan, and Virgil just inexplicably makes my heart flutter? Of course, the only other possibility is so much worse-

Roman's thoughts were interrupted by Virgil shouting "RED LIGHT!!!" very suddenly, and Roman slammed the breaks.

"Jesus Princey, are you trying to kill me!? Is that why you were so hell-bent on driving me home??" Virgil's voice was mostly panic, but laced with some half-hearted sarcasm. He clearly had more panic and less sarcasm in it than he'd meant to. He was holding onto his seat and the door beside him for dear life, looking at Roman with wide eyes, his chest heaving comically. Roman was too dazed to laugh.

"Shit, I'm sorry," He looked up at the street light, which was in fact red. "I got lost in thought for a minute. I won't let it happen again while I'm responsible for you. My deepest apologies." Roman would have normally faux bowed and reached out for Virgil's hand to kiss his knuckles, but unfortunately Virgil was making him feel... well, bitterly jittery and not very glittery. Or maybe, too glittery. He didn't know anymore; all he knew is he had to leave his thoughts for when he got Virgil and then himself home safe.

"Lost in thought?" Virgil let that little comment slip sooner than he could corral himself, and almost brought his hand to cover his mouth, but far too late. Roman just looked at him anxiously, sighing.

"Yeah. I guess so." Roman wasn't normally this dismissive, and Virgil knew far better at this point than to press.

Before they were even on Virgil's street, he broke their awkward silence with an extremely unexpected "thanks for driving me home, Ro. You didn't have to, and I really appreciate it."

Roman was shaken to the core, partially by Virgil's sincerity and partially by the nickname. "Oh, uh, well, no need to thank me now. I nearly killed you once, and you aren't safe and sound at your destination just yet." He smiled softly over at the taller emo. Virgil just returned the smile.

A few moments later came a quiet "really though." Virgil's capacity for sincerity wasn't very extensive, and if anyone knew that it was Roman. He felt a blush creeping up his neck, and couldn't think of a good response.

Finally Roman turned onto Virgil's street, adhering to the 10 mph speed limit. He cruised to a stop in front of... what was apparently Virgil's house.

It wasn't what Roman was expecting at all. Not that his... notion, that Virgil's house looked something like Gru's house from Despicable Me, was something he thought was realistic. He just hadn't known how else to imagine it. Instead of anything close to dark and sinister, the outer walls were made of some gentle tan planks all stacked horizontally. There was a light turquoise front door with a rounded top, and to its left a large window covered most of the street-facing wall. In the window, Roman could see a round inviting table with a mother, a father and a young boy sharing dinner, all smiling and seemingly caught up in their nightly banter. They were all laughing and seemed so... happy. The house itself seemed to emanate a calm happiness.

"Is this...?" Roman gestured vaguely toward the house with the address Virgil had given him.

"Yep. There's my parents, and my brother. I guess I just missed the start of dinner." Virgil reached down between his ankles to grab his bag.

"Talk about clashing aesthetics." Roman smiled mischievously at Virgil, hoping to lighten the mood without sounding like a complete jerk, at least.

Virgil caught onto this, looking over and offering him a breathy laugh. "I know. It's almost a crime for me to live here."

Roman giggled, and they found themselves stuck looking into each other's eyes once again.

"W-well, I'd better-" Virgil turned and made to open his door, but something possessed Roman to lean over to Virgil and grab his shirt, accidentally pulling him far too close to his face. They both yelped simultaneously at the close proximity, and Virgil leapt back as far as his seat would allow him, grabbing it similarly to how he'd done when Roman had nearly driven through the red light earlier.

Virgil almost said something, but some noise outside stopped him. He turned to seek its source, giving Roman a view past him as well.

"Virgil, honey, is that you?" his mom called from the doorstep. She held Atticus on her hip, and Virgil's dad towered behind them in the doorway. all of them were waving. Virgil waved back deftly, and opened the car door. He turned to Roman once again, who looked as though someone had just stomped on his heart and twisted their foot viciously.

Virgil couldn't bring himself to smile at him, but offered instead something he hoped sounded kind. "See you in class tomorrow. And... thanks again for the ride."

With that, Virgil got out and shut the door behind him, and Roman watched as he reunited with his picture perfect family, unable to move for some god forsaken reason.

"Is that one of your friends from that biology project, Virgil? He's so cute!" Roman could hear Virgil's mom squeal at her approaching son.

"Mom, leave it be, will you? he's-" Virgil's voice was cut off as their front door was shut. Roman eventually managed to take a single deep breath.

He twisted in his seat to face forward again, gripping the steering wheel with whitening knuckles and staring blankly at the mustang logo in the wheel's center. What. Was. That.

...

Roman's ride home was fast. At least, it felt much faster than the ride to Virgil's house. He didn't come close to running any more red lights, and before he knew it he was twisting the keys out of the ignition and then stepping through his front door.

He couldn't shake the daze that was clouding all of his senses. He wasn't intercepted by either of his parents on his route from the front door to his bedroom, so there was nothing to distract him from his... distractedness. He flopped onto his bed, laying on his back the same way he'd done less than half an hour ago when Virgil had almost...

That's when the haziness suddenly sped up, and the fog in Roman's brain rapidly became a hurricane. He was so confused by his own feelings that he had to squeeze his eyes shut to will away a sob. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He pushed the palms of his hands against his closed eyelids, trying to distract himself with the aching pain and sparkling stars they brought to his eyes.

Meanwhile, Virgil had eaten dinner, thankfully and willingly accepting the pleasant distraction of his family's company. His mom was an excellent cook, and Atticus was extra animated about the stories of his adventures at school that day. He and his best friend had apparently played by the creek during recess, and found a tadpole to poke and prod. Virgil found his brother very endearing when he told his stories.

However, as all things are, his distraction was only temporary. Soon he found himself having finished the washing up after dinner and slowly trudging his way up the stairs to his room. The moment he shut his door behind him, all of the feelings that had been kept down since he'd gotten out of Roman's car crashed into him like a 20 foot wave. He leaned back against the shut door, sinking down to sit on the floor and hold his knees.

Roman and Virgil, clueless of each other, had the exact same thought at the exact same time.

Fuck. Why do I feel this way?

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A Supernatural World: Chapter 2

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Summary: Fleeing their hometown of Miami, Florida due to it growing far too dangerous, Roman and his vampire brother Remus move to Detroit, Michigan. Remus hopes it’ll be safer here for his human (or so he thinks he’s human) brother. Roman only wishes to start anew after a traumatizing incident in his last college, hoping to make new friends and maybe even find love. They don’t know what this city or the future holds but it’s going to be quite the adventure as they explore their new surroundings and the…interesting people that live in it.

Pairings: Eventual roceit, Eventual Intrulogical, slowburn roceit, slowburn Intrulogical, romantic roceit, romantic Intrulogical. BROTHERLY CREATIVITWINS (rem/rom shippers fuck off)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, IMPLIED ABUSE, TOXIC PARENTING, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, IMPLIED SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, POSSIBLE IMPLIED RAPE, SLIGHT BLOOD MENTION, SLIGHT MENTION OF MURDER, MENTIONS OF FOOD POISONING

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Moving to a new apartment after being on the run for so long had been exhausting but they made it and they were a lot safer now. For the first time in a long time, Roman finds himself waking up with little to no worries in his mind. He sits up and yawns, stretching his arms. He takes a deep breath and perks up a little when he smells breakfast in the air. With a rumbling tummy, Roman slips out of bed and ambles out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, finding Remus at the stove and making breakfast. Bacon and eggs sizzle away in the frying pan.

“Morning, Ree. Where’d you get that?” Roman asks, plopping down at the dining table.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I wasn’t going to go grocery shopping until some time later but I figured we could use a good breakfast after all the shit we went through to get here. So, I went out and bought a few things at the convenience store across the street.” Remus replies, plating up the food.

“I do miss having good breakfasts like this.” Roman giggles before making a face. “I don’t think I want to eat more yucky hotel food or disgusting gas station meals.”

Remus huffs a laugh and gives Roman his plate.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“I got food poisoning twice in Alabama and Kentucky.”

“Okay, fair point.” 

Remus shakes his head fondly at the memory of poor Ro throwing up in their motel room. He hadn’t meant to make his twin sick but he couldn’t exactly order anything fancy. He was trying to save up for an apartment. He did feel bad for Ro. His twin had been eager to try KFC when they got to Kentucky. Turns out that the KFC they ordered from was a bit, well, unsanitary. Oh well, at least they don’t have to worry about that now. Remus gets his own plate and sets it on the table before turning to the fridge to get juice for them both.

“So, did you sleep okay? I know I used my magic on you but it can’t always block the nightmares.” Remus says, setting the juice bottle on the counter and moving to get glasses.

Meanwhile, Roman eagerly starts eating. He makes a delighted noise and eats more.

“I did. It feels nice to wake up without worrying if someone broke in or freaking out because you thought the cleaning lady was an intruder.” he grins, taking another bite.

“That’s good. And don’t worry. I’m sure there’s no scary cleaning lady here this time.” Remus chuckles, pouring him and Roman some juice.

Roman giggles and goes back to eating, humming in thanks when Remus gives him his juice.

“I know, Ree. So, what are you going to do?” he asks.

“Well, since everything is mostly unpacked, I’m going to explore around the city and see what’s there to see. Maybe find a job too. We can’t exactly live on our money forever.” 

“True. I’m going to see if I can enroll in theatre after breakfast.” 

“Ooh, good luck with that. I know you’ll kill it out there.

“I know. Promise you won’t kill anyone out there?”

Remus huffs a laugh. 

“Promise, Ro.”

The twins share a laugh and continue talking, Roman eagerly telling Remus all the stuff he’s excited to do again. Roman used to be in theatre in high school but it wasn’t fun. He had constant pressure on his shoulders to be a star performer in their parents’ eyes. He’d spent restless nights rehearsing and practicing under his mother’s command. He’d endure other nights where his mother would reprimand him for even the smallest slip up in his plays or when he didn’t get the lead role she demanded him to get. He’d been forced into diets and dressed uncomfortably to look perfect for his parts. Theatre was ruined for him then and he endured it until high school was over.

Then there was his first year of college. Roman had been happy to have at least a bit of distance between him and his abusive home. He had tried for theatre again in hope it would go well this time. It didn’t. The professor who led the whole theatre crew was a creep along with a few techies. Roman was the poor victim who was constantly targeted, getting groped or hit on whenever he was alone with either a techie or the professor himself. At first, Roman had been clueless, thinking the groping was an accident and the flirting was all in good fun. Then it kept getting worse and worse until one day, the professor and his techies cornered Roman in the dressing room and left him a wreck with his costume torn. 

Remus found out when Roman came home crying and told him. They tried to get justice but the professor and the techies left no proof so their case fell flat and was never opened again. All they could do was leave that college. Of course, their parents didn’t side with them, accusing Roman of ‘asking for it’ and punishing him for ‘selling his body’. That’s when Remus had enough and broke out of the basement he was forced to stay in. He went to Roman and comforted him, telling him they weren’t staying here anymore. After waiting for their parents to leave the house for another drunken night at some bar, the twins packed up and left. Roman hasn’t tried theatre since. The funny thing is, that was only a year ago.

Now, Roman was feeling a bit confident and wanted to try theatre once more. He even wanted to help with costumes and makeup or maybe even make props. He also missed singing on stage so he was excited to do that again. Eager to try out again, Roman eats a little faster. He really wants to enroll and step up on the shiny stage floor again. 

Meanwhile, Remus huffs a laugh, seeing how eager his brother is.

“Easy, Ro. You have plenty of time to sign up for theatre.” he says, patting his twin’s head.

Roman smiles bashfully.

“I know. I’m just so excited, Ree! I miss the stage! Now that we’re free from our parents and those creeps, I feel like I can do theatre again without all these problems!” he exclaims, grinning.

“I know but you can’t do that if you choke on your breakfast.” 

Roman giggles.

“Right. Sorry.”

Roman slows down but keeps eating, babbling about theatre stuff in between while Remus listens along. It’s not long before Roman finishes and puts his dishes in the sink before going back to his room to get his laptop from his bag so he can start enrolling. His eager humming can be heard around the apartment and it makes the atmosphere a little bit more warm and peaceful.

Meanwhile, Remus quickly did the dishes then went to get ready to explore. He cleaned up as best as he could before getting changed into a black t-shirt, grey ripped jeans, combat boots, and a dark green leather jacket. He then returns to the bedroom and finds Roman sitting on his bed, already with his laptop on. Remus chuckles and ruffles his twin’s hair.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out now. Will you be okay with being alone for a bit?” Remus asks, watching for a moment as Roman reads through some search results.

“Yeah! I’ll call you if anything happens and Janus is upstairs too!” Roman beams.

“Good. I’ll be back later, Ro.”

“Kay! Stay safe!”

Remus gives Roman a lazy salute and leaves him to do his college hunting. He grabs his bat and his pocket knife from his backpack along with a pocket flask filled with emergency blood. Then he slips out the door and heads down to the lobby. He waves hello to Jeremiah as he exits the building, Detroit’s cool and smoggy air hitting his face. After making sure no one is around, Remus sneaks around to the back and jumps his way up the apartment building using the fire escapes there. He then climbs onto the roof. Sure, he could have taken the stairs but that wasn’t as fun. Remus takes a deep breath and walks over to the edge, taking in the view and plotting out a path.

Remus sees the bridge and the old freighter. In the distance, he can just make out the edge of Belle Isle in the morning fog. He can see a nearby police station too. Immediately, he makes a note to avoid the station for safety purposes. It takes a few more minutes but he figures out a route through a mostly empty street that leads to a cluster of small businesses and restaurants. Taking a deep breath, Remus turns and runs before leaping over a gap and landing onto the next roof. His speed picks up and he keeps moving, jumping from roof to roof.

To Remus, it always felt thrilling to go on a rooftop run. He liked the feeling of cool air on his skin and the rush he gets when he leaps high into the air. It’s almost like he was flying. He liked watching the cars and buildings rushing by him. He liked being able to explore and see new places, especially the ones with good views or creepy vibes. 

Maybe he’ll explore the burnt down mansion in the outskirts of Detroit some other time. He hears it’s haunted. Maybe he’ll explore that old tech company that shut down and became abandoned due to a lot of bad business incidents. He found some rumors online that the company was going to create an android before it fell apart and shut down. He also heard of an abandoned mansion hidden somewhere in an isolated location of Detroit. He heard rumors of the last owner being a rich CEO who was murdered by his wife and her sister. Others say his remains could be found at the bottom of his dried up indoor pool. 

The thought of it all excited Remus more. It felt nice to be in a new place so once he and Roman were settled in enough, he decided he’ll explore those places in the future. For now, he jumps to another rooftop and pauses to catch his breath. He may be a vampire but not even the undead can run without tiring. Remus decides to hop down from the roof, exiting through an alleyway and slipping wordlessly onto the street. He carefully weaves between some people and hums as he starts walking, passing by a grey haired man and his companion walking a Saint Bernard. 

Remus looks around as he walks. There isn’t much here. There’s a homeless man on the street corner, begging for change or food. There’s a stray cat sniffing at something in the garbage cans by the alleyway. There’s a small convenience store selling party decorations and supplies. Across it is an old bar with a flickering neon sign. A faded ‘Help Wanted’ sign sits in the window, asking for someone to come work as either a cleaner or to work behind the bar. Remus knew he had no skill in working behind the bar but he figured he could try for the cleaner position. Cleaning isn’t usually his thing but he’s willing to try so he can at least make enough money to pay for rent and for any funds Roman may have for theatre. Taking a deep breath, Remus steps inside.

“Oh! Welcome to Jimmy’s Bar! I’m Jimmy!”

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FF14 Write - ‘Crane’

In which Cwenthryth Sadler finds a round peg for her ro--

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In which Cwenthryth Sadler finds a better fit.

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People often compared Cwenthryth to a lizard. Mostly, they meant she was cold-blooded, or that there was something in the way she seemed to stare through you without blinking. The most apt comparison, though, was that Cwenthryth liked to get close to the sun. She liked to climb in general. There was a satisfaction to finding a way to scurry up from a back alley, finding footholds in weak limestone or windows. Where a more... uniformly built city, or even the nicer parts of Ul'dah, might have confined its citizens to the street, the slums encouraged movement as the crow flew. There was, for a time, peace. She watched the birds for a time, before closing her eyes, letting the sounds of the world melt away. She'd never have considered herself to meditate, and yet, in these little moments of quiet, she found the strength to keep going... A grunt, followed by frantic scrabbling at the rooftop, sheared through her peace. What. She opened her eyes and put a hand to her dagger, looking over at... the man from the alchemy shop. She craned her neck, this way and that, trying to figure out why he was here. Or, failing that, remember his name. "You're... agh... a hard woman to find, Cwen," the man wheezed. "Good." "Ah... ?" She closed her eyes again. "Didn't want to be found." Grunt. Scrabble. Scuff. "Well, I figured, since we-- nngh!" Cwenthryth sniffed. Her priorities changed. She looked back over. "You brought food?" "I thought... you might..." She unfolded briskly, and hoisted him over the lip. He was a lean, rangy highlander of a similar background, though a second-generation immigrant while she was first. He talked like a local, acted like one, too, but he'd definitely liked the sight of what he saw as a compatriot turning up on his storefront. Cwenthryth, for her part, liked the sight of shawarma. She took it up and gnawed at it, while looking inquisitively at Thelred as he tried to get his breath back. "You figured since we were what?" Cwenthryth asked, between bites. Thelred forced himself to sit up, looking up. Cwenthryth blocked out the sun. "It might be nice to spend time together." "We do spend time together. Did you want sex? It's too open here." She chewed on the shawarma some more. "Maybe time doing something a little different?" he tried. "Just talking." "I'm not good at talking." "Well... neither am I, but you've always been good at listening." He fidgeted as she ate, still looking down at him. "I'd like to think we could do more than just sleep with each other," he hinted. "That maybe we could become partners." "I don't know alchemy. That's why we met." "Not business partners," he said, desperately. "I meant... I wanted to see you as a girlfriend. Not as... whatever we were." Cwenthryth stared at him for a few seconds. It took some time to process. She quite liked what they already had going. Work was hard, she needed relief, she figured he needed relief, they rolled into bed and she was gone by dawn. The idea that someone wanted more... that someone might even want her? That was enticing. "I mean that--" "I know what you mean," she said. "Okay. We can try it. I mean, I'd like that."

Cwenthryth had a few simple rules as a debt collector. She wouldn't hurt peripherals, because that made people act irrationally. And she always made good on threats. The faster she could narrow someone down to making the right decision - that was to say, finding the hidden cache of money which always had a way of mysteriously appearing after some persuasion - the sooner she was out of there. Following these rules, her reputation had grown to the point where, by now, she usually didn't have to get her hands dirty anymore. This was useful. Blood stuck under the nails. She'd managed to get a decent return on her current job, a scion of a Monetarist family who was rich, but not so rich he couldn't bankrupt himself with gambling debts, it had turned out. It was a familiar story. Some genuinely did just wait for death, blowing through whatever they had left and praying their families would bail them out. They generally did, once Cwenthryth had sent them enough fingers. This one, she sensed, might have been of that vintage save for losing his nerve at the last moment. As she forced open the door and slipped inside, she saw, quickly, the telltale signs. Ruinously expensive grog, some tacky new art, and - her eyes lingered - a shape under the covers of a luxurious bed. But the window was open, letting in what could generously be called the atmosphere of Ul'dah. She went over to the window, scanned the area, but the only sign she saw was a distinct dent in the tree beneath. The covers shifted behind her. "Mmn, Alfric, where's my money..." Cwenthryth turned, saw the shape of legs - long, tight legs, her hindbrain noted - stretch out like a cat's, pulling down the covers to reveal a sharp, angular face, with the telltale 'hewn from purple-tinted stone' look of a roegadyn. Her eyes fluttered open, saw Cwenthryth, shut again, then opened wide. "Oh," she said. "He's gone," supplied the debt-collector. "Really? Damn." "You didn't ask for money in advance?" The roegadyn raised an eyebrow. "Generally, people don't dare stiff someone two feet taller than them. The ones who try aren't much of a bother. Are you going to kill him?" "Depends. He's in debt to two different people. Hiring escorts isn't a good look." Cwenthryth cocked her head, considering the other woman. "And you don't look cheap," she concluded. The roegadyn laughed. "Well, thank you! So friendly, for hired muscle. We've no quarrel, right?" "No, so you can stop reaching under the pillow for your knife." The roegadyn paused, then broke out into a laugh. "Can hardly blame me, under the circumstances. When an armed stranger breaks in, no matter how pretty..." Cwenthryth's heart skipped a beat. "Uh," she said. "Can I at least take some of his stuff? I can't imagine he'll ever pay me what he owes. And that was not an experience worth putting on the house, believe me." The roegadyn sniffed, and shifted upright in the bed. For a tantalising moment, it looked as though she wouldn't bother to keep the fabric pressed against her chest. "Asked you a question, darling," she reminded her with an outrageous wink. "Sorry to have distracted you." "Uh," said Cwenthryth again. Without twenty-six years of emotional suppression under her belt, she'd have turned red as falling Dalamud. "Take everything. He deserves it." She started to move back towards the door, but couldn't tear her eyes away from the escort. Because she was just... watching her back, for the only potential threat in the room. Yeah. "Ah, you are a treasure," said the roegadyn. "I'm sure we'll see each other around!"

"You should smile more." Cwenthryth's smile died on her lips. "Huh?" "You were smiling," said Thelred. "It's nice. I don't see it enough." "Thanks." Cwenthryth filed it away. She'd learned a lot about what girlfriends should do lately. It meant an end to going missing on rooftops. Odd phrasing, she'd thought. She knew where she was. Now her only time away was out working - and he disapproved of her work - or at home - and he was dropping hints even Cwenthryth could pick up on that they should soon share a home as well. "I was thinking about this woman I saw yesterday. She was..." She had been a lot of things. Cwenthryth settled on, "beautiful." "Oh? More beautiful than I am handsome?" "Yes." After a half-second's pause, Thelred laughed. "Oh, thank Rhalgr I've you to keep me humble." "Ha," Cwenthryth managed. They walked for a while down through the market stalls. Cwenthryth felt Thelred's fingers wrap around her hand, and decided to force a smile. "There's my girl," he said, and she tried to stifle her bile reaction. "You'll need to practice that smile, you know. When I get my shop, I'll need your help." She looked across, with rare surprise. "You're going to be a money-lender?" Thelred's burst of laughter quickly faded away. "No, no, I... Oh, you aren't joking." "I'm not good at jokes," she said earnestly. "Well, Fafarino's not getting any younger, and he's been... dropping hints, perhaps that he might leave me the place, when I'm ready. And I think that'll be soon. Then we're set, right? And you can finally quit your... uh, work, and settle down..." Some tiny warning bell rang in the deep recesses of Cwenthryth's brain. "Wouldn't that be nice?" he prompted, as they reached the front door of his house. "Yes. You'd like that," she said dutifully, accepted a kiss on the cheek, and weaved away through the streets.

That night, she found herself on the rooftops again, hugging herself in the cold. All her life, Cwenthryth had felt, or sometimes just been told, she didn't... fit right, in the world. That there was some agreed-upon ruleset she just didn't play well with. But she had to be doing something right, didn't she? She had a partner, and they had a plan together. Right? And he loved... her, maybe, or at least, loved who he thought she was, or perhaps who he thought she would become. She wasn't... unhappy. And it was a way out of the cycle of violence. It wasn't that she liked hurting people, she had to keep telling herself that, to keep her apart from the sadists and the madmen, she just happened to be good at holding her nose and getting the job done. She could make herself happy. And learn to smile and be happy behind a counter, and say the right things at the right times, and then at last she'd be the upstanding Ul'dahn woman her mother had wanted her to become, the life she'd been told her father - the fighter, the revolutionary, the martyr - would have wanted for her. But when she coiled up in her bed that night and closed her eyes, she dreamed of winking roegadyn.

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Everything is NOT alright! - Chapter 1

Archive of Our Own Link

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/M

Multi

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Relationships:

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Logic | Logan Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders

Logic | Logan Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders

Logic | Logan Sanders & Morality | Patton Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Deceit | Janus Sanders

Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship

Developing Relationship

Relationship Discussions

They all worry and are gay for Virgil

Alternate Universe - Human

Swearing

Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Has Panic Attacks

Fluff

Comfort

chapter four has:

Self-Hatred

Self-Esteem Issues

Implied/Referenced Suicide

Panic Attacks

Crying

Angst

Comfort/Angst

Summary: “Roman is worried about how Virgil is acting, instead of trying to talk with him, he just... Brings it to the rest of their boyfriends.”

Note: It’s the day after Everything is Alright, please read that fic first. Also, not all the ships are on all the chapters.

Note about this chapter: I'm not in any way a babysitter, neither does I know how it works. Also, I don't live on EUA to understand how works should work. So this is all fiction and just to fit what I wanted to write.

He was walking around his room, Virgil woke up early he barely had any sleep, in reality, Roman could count exactly the hours and minutes that his boyfriend slept and that wasn't his persona it was Logan's persona to do that! He was worried, a lot worried.

"Hey, Ro, calm down okay? It's not that family I will be back in like 6 hours I promise." Even with that assurance he still didn't like, but he couldn't do anything as the Emo Nightmare just kissed him and got out.

"You had only 4 hours of sleep you idiot." He murmurs as he throws himself on the couch, for more that he loved Virgil that was enough, as he gets his phones and goes to the first floor knocking on the door.

"Ro ~!" A cheerful voice as he recognized as Patton opening it, placing a gentle cheek kiss. "Get in... Wait, where is Vee?" It soon dropped in a worried tone as the brunet just shocks his head. The person in question always had clothes with Kakhi and baby blue colors and that wasn't different today, Patton also had blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and freckles around his face.

As Roman he has brunet hair, he liked to use white and red color clothes and brown eyes, a roll of those eyes as he went to the dining room where he found Logan sitting reading. The said one had black hairs and eyes, and used always black with navy blue cloths. "Greetings Roman." As he notices the other getting in and later Patton. "Wait, Virgil isn't coming? Is he fine?

He rolled his eyes again as he just sits next to Logan. "I will talk more once the other two are here." Was all the explanation he could give, for his luck he didn't need to wait too much as another knock and Patton went there, soon he could see his twin, although he is identical he uses more of black and green, the opposite of Roman and had a mustache. It was easy to know who is who

Next to him was a red-haired guy, with amber eyes, using black and yellow, it was funny how they just went with their favorite colors, soon all of them were sitting with the food on the table. All of the other four looking to him, as he grows. "Now that is everyone here. Virgil isn't coming." He started he already knew where it was going.

"That... Is rare but not uncommon." Janus said as he looked a bit confused, not understanding why Roman was so... Worried.

"Yeah, we all have different jobs and his schedule is far messier than yours, bro." Remus was the next one to keep the track of thoughts once he does lose his tracks a lot, so it was a nice way to keep him paying attention.

"Well, that is true. But I'm worried and I want to talk about it." Roman sighed as he thinks about it before narrating what happened yesterday. "Okay, so he went to work, saying it was going to be a 12 hours shift. He would do trick-or-treat with the kid, then tuck him in and the next day he would be here at 10 am. But he didn't. Instead, he sent me a text saying he wasn't sure when he would be back because the family had a problem. To sum up... He got back home at 11 pm." He was trying to keep himself sound too annoyed by it.

"His anxiety was in the roof, he fell a bit nonverbal, he was pale, he told me he didn't eat and neither sleep all that time. And he told me that he would need to do it again tomorrow. Pass the night on this family house. Also, he slept just four hours and went to work because, as he didn't know that yesterday would take so long, he did schedule someone for today. And in between, I was taking care of him he also falls in the thinking he was a bother to me." His tone died there, it was already five years they all were together and he knew it was just his anxiety's voice saying things but it already hurt to know that he still thought like that.

Silence fell in the dining room as he looks at them. "Now you say me this is common and I shouldn't be worried."

"Hm... That sure is a problem..." Logan was the first one to speak as he looks to Roman. "Did you tried to ask him for a talk with the family?"

"Honestly? No. All that I could do yesterday was ground him, remember he didn't do anything wrong with that exercise of asking about the kid and his day. Then remembered to him that I loved him and I would still cuddle and caress him even if he didn't ask. And pretty much fall in silence, just cuddling, later he went to shower I got the food and we eat something while watching a movie. Were he falls asleep in the middle of that."

A long sigh. "Well... Since we are going to what I presume a rough week, probably weeks. Till that family doesn't ask for him. How about this: We make sure that one of us is here all the time? So when he is back whenever his work is done, one of us is at least here." It was kinda obvious that Logan would suggest that but at least it was a nice start.

"He dislikes when we change our schedule remember this." Janus said as he looks at Logan.

"Oh, I know! I will pick Logan's notebook, and we can organize it first. If it happens to have an hour without anyone we can see how to work about it." Patton said as he gets up and went to pick what he said.

"Honestly, that family doesn't know that he isn't a slave to be at their mercy?" Remus tone was sure annoyed as he started to pick some things to eat, after all, he was the only one that didn't sleep yet. "We should kill them!"

"Remus." It was all the warning that Janus gave the sadistic twin. He didn't get an answer, but as Remus, he started to pick up things to eat.

Roman fell silent, now that he put that out of his chest he relaxed a lot, soon Patton brought Logan's notebook back and they started to talk about their schedule as the more organized person just noted. After half an hour, the dining room fell silent again, although they all started to eat.

"So, from what I can see we don't need to change our schedule, we just need to make sure that we all are here when we said and it's adequate." Logan says finally as he turns the object so they can see it. "Also I don't think I need to remember, but... Just to make it clear, be careful okay? Follow the schedule the most perfect way you all can if you can't or something happens, call or text all to see if someone can be there."

They all nodded. "Can you talk to him, Lo? So maybe try to convince him to talk with the family to have some of us with him? Honestly, I'm worried about how long he can go without sleep or eat..." Roman says, he honestly felt terrible for bring that to the table and call out his emo, but they all cared for him so it was fair and right.

"Yes, I can. But only if it happens to him be with me. I honestly, don't think that pushing a talk will be good this week. Virgil isn't a kid, when he is rational, he knows that he needs the company to calm down. Obviously when he isn't..." Logan trailed off as he sighs.

"Okay, okay stop!" Patton says as he looks at Roman and Logan. "We all are worried about him okay? In on own ways. Roman, I thank you for telling us, now that we all know, we will make the compromise of helping. We all in a way or not helped him with his anxiety. So, we know how to help. Now, time to eat and keep up with our days before we all get late. Remus, you need sleep dear." The father figure of them looked to the said in the question and then turned to the rest.

"Logan, please send the schedule to me, I will send it to Vee with a kind message. He knows that in this famILY breakfast we all share our schedule so I know a way to keep him calm." Patton finished as he started to eat.

They looked at each other, it was easy to say that for more they wanted to vent it in their ways, it would just be useless. Remus could always suggest things to Janus later, where Janus would stop Remus from doing, but he would help with his creativity in a weird way to vent those annoying feelings.

Logan could always complain about it and how he wished that Virgil had some more... Care about himself. The purple hair was always worried about them, but he seemed to forget or just push himself to the last. And that wasn't healthy. Patton would for sure agree with Logan and try to help deal with those feelings.

Roman felt more relief as that he wasn't alone anymore, he knew that they all loved Virgil, although the said person seemed to forget or just, not remember it when worked up. So right now, he was just glad that this famILY worked in a nice way.

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 4)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton (more to be added)

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman Logan (more to be added)

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

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Janus shoved himself to his feet and while Remus would usually find it easy to laugh at him for the way his hair looked, the cold glare the other man was sending him was nothing like the glares he usual leveled at Remus. He did not want to mess with that glare. Remus had some self-preservation instincts.

“Your brother?” Roman asked, still on his butt and looking confused. Now he Remus could laugh at right now.

Remus cackled. “You might want to find a new hair and make-up artist Ro-Ro.” Roman glared at him which just served to make Remus cackle more.

“I apologize for him,” Janus muttered.

Roman blinked up at him and a smile flickered over his face. “That’s a new one. I’m usually the one apologizing for him.”

Janus paused for a moment before he cracked a smile himself. “I guess you would be.” He stuck out a hand to help Roman to his feet.

“So,” Roman said. “You’re here for Virgil Gates then too?”

Janus nodded. “Yes.”

“I didn’t know he had any family other than his father and his uncle. Why didn’t D…” he stumbled over not calling Dad, “Dad”, “Sanders call you then?”

Janus’ mouth pinched in displeasure.

“It likely has to do with the fact that my mother killed his father,” Janus said blankly. Remus grimaced. Blank Janus was far scarier than glaring Janus. It meant he was feeling a whole bunch of things and didn’t want anyone to know it.

“Oh that’s…” Roman said awkwardly. “That’s heavy dude.”

“Yes. Heavy.”

“Well, we’ll snatch the kid up and make sure mommy dearest doesn’t get her hands on Baby Bop,” Remus said. “Won’t we Ro?” Remus gave Roman a look and he nodded once sharply.

“Of course, we will,” Roman said. “That’s why I’m here anyway.”

“I’m going with you,” Janus informed them.

Roman opened his mouth like he was thinking about arguing, but since Remus enjoyed having a brother, he cut him off. “Yep. Of course, you are Jay. Between the three of us, we’ll find him in no time. I mean, how far could the pipsqueak have gotten?”

Janus nodded sharply. He turned to Roman. “You were looking for him too, what do you know?”

“Not much more than you,” Roman answered. “There’d clearly been a break in when I checked the house and I found what I’m guessing was his,” he pointed a thumb at the unconscious man by the water fountain, “car down the road which a neighbor had said they’d seen someone come out of and go sneaking around the house. So, I figured Virgil and whoever broke into the house were probably still around,” Roman said. “I swung by the bus stop down the street, but no busses have left in the last half hour or so and I couldn’t see anyone around. Then, I thought to check the park and came here and heard you…er… talking to that guy,” Roman gestured to the unconscious body a couple feet away, “about finding him.”

“He didn’t know much else,” Janus told them. “Virgil pepper sprayed him and bolted.”

Remus snorted. “Good on him.”

A very small smile flickered across Janus’ face, but was gone the next second.

“Well that’s the park and the bus station checked,” Janus said.

“Would he go to any neighbors?” Roman asked.

Janus shook his head. “Probably not. He doesn’t know many of them well. Ms. Owens maybe or maybe she would have seen something. She lives next to them.”

“We’ll start there then,” Roman said.

“What about this guy?” Remus asked while poking him with the toe of his foot. “He’s still breathing.”

“Call the cops,” Janus suggested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag to toss to Remus who caught it. “Don’t leave fingerprints.”

“Why do you have a bagged-up gun in your pocket?” Roman asked.

“I was doing something before this,” Janus answered.

“Huh, see. That doesn’t answer my question.”

Remus ignored them in favor of rolling the body carefully over and shoving the gun into the guy’s pocket so it was visible, but didn’t look like it was supposed to be visible. He then handcuffed the guy to the water fountain and, just for funnsies, put a joint on him.

“All done,” he said after he’d positioned the man perfectly.

Roman was still side-eyeing Janus a bit but was on the phone talking to the police saying something about finding an unconscious guy with a gun.

“And we handcuffed him!” Remus whisper yelled. Roman glanced at the unconscious guy.

“We handcuffed him to a water fountain because he seemed dangerous and we didn’t want him to get away.”

As Roman continued to talk to the operator, Remus sidled up to Janus and elbowed him in the side. Janus shoved him away grumpily, but not enough to send Remus stumbling. Remus took that as a sign that he was willing to talk.

“The little bastard’s fine,” Remus promised. “We’ll find him in no time.”

“He’s my little brother,” Janus said, and his tone was level and informative, but Remus could tell he was a screaming mess on the inside.

Remus nudged his shoulder a bit and Janus scowled at the ground and stepped away. Remus narrowed his eyes at him. Roman must have looked over and read the intention in the wiggle of Remus’ shoulders because he said. “Remus! NO.” That, however, did not stop Remus from launching his whole body at Janus and tackling him to the ground.

“Remus get off!” Janus yelled trying to smack him, but Remus just dodged and tucked his face against his chest. He was whacked on the back of the head, but not nearly as hard as he could have been.

“Forced affection!”

“Roman, come get your dammed brother off of me,” Janus groused while shoving at Remus’s head.

“Remus,” Roman groaned and Remus felt a hand pulling at the back of his shirt. Remus just clung tighter. “Let him go.”

He nuzzled his cheek against Janus’s shoulder. “But I love him.”

“You are a menace to society,” Janus retorted which was basically saying it back as far as Remus was concerned, especially with the way fondness seemed to leak into his tone. He shoved at Remus’s forehead again and Remus relented, hoping to his feet.

Janus sighed heavily and pushed himself into a sitting position.

Right as Janus made it to his feet, his phone dinged. It was his phone from Dad not the one from Janus’ mom, Remus noted as he took it out of his pocket. Remus leaned over his shoulder to get a look at what the text said. Janus spared him a glance but didn’t protest him looking.

Mission details were attached, and rather formal message read ‘Be at Bucking Bay in 30 minutes for a pickup. Please confirm.’

Remus could tell and he knew by the look on Janus’s face that he could tell too that Dad did not think Janus knew his brother was missing.

He silently opened the attachment and read the mission details before dropping the phone onto the ground and stomping his foot onto the screen until it shattered.

“No offence,” he said calmly, “but fuck your father.” He turned away toward the entrance of the park without another word. Remus swallowed thickly and shared a glance with Roman.

“We should probably follow him,” Roman said. “He knows where the neighbor lives.”

Remus nodded though he’d planned on following Janus even if he didn’t have information about the mission they were on.

They followed him down the street back towards where Remus knew Virgil and Remy’s house was (had been?... He didn’t think Virgil would be living there anymore if his dad was dead.).

Janus knocked on the front door of a house next door without preamble. It took a few seconds for the door to open. Even after working with Janus for the last two years, Remus was still surprised how quickly the other man’s face could transform.

“Good evening Ms. Owens,” he said smoothly, an apologetic smile on his face and a slight crinkle to his brow. “I was supposed to pick Virgil up to take him to a school play tonight, but he wasn’t home when I knocked. Would you have happened to have seen anything? I believe he may have left his phone at home.”

The woman who’d opened the door blinked at him in confusion for a few moments before a smile lit up her face. “Oh, hello Janus,” she said. “I did see him run out his backdoor a few minutes ago and hop the fence.”

“He went out the backdoor?” Janus said, a small frown flickering over his face for a moment before it disappeared. “Towards the grocery store perhaps?”

“He did seem to be going that way,” she confirmed.

“Hmm. Well I did tell him I would help him sneak in snacks to the play,” Janus said. “Perhaps he forgot and ran to get some. When did you see him?”

“Oh, about half an hour ago, give or take. I’m surprised he’s not back yet.”

Janus chuckled lightly. “Probably got tied up in the chocolate aisle. I’ll look for him there. Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, it’s no problem sweetie. Have fun at the play.”

Janus continued to smile until the door snapped shut. Then his face fell back into a neutral expression and he turned away.

“The grocery store,” he said. “Let’s look there. He does know the area so it would be a good place to hide.”

“Yeah, dude,” Remus replied. “I’m sure he’s off hiding in the chocolate aisle just like you said.”

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Remus blinked his eyes open. There was a sound. The ringing of a doorbell? Oh, yes right. He was in Logan’s store. He had been half-asleep and the bell was ringing whenever a customer came in or left.

Logan probably believed he was sleeping. Which was why he had tucked him into this warm blanket. He had come very close and put it down so gently and much more deftness that Remus had had an astoundingly hard time to not just stop pretending to be asleep and let his hand tussle through Logan’s slicked back hair.

“Did you sleep well, Remus?”

With an over-exaggerated yawn Remus stretched his arms and turned to see where Logan was standing right now. And oh, wonder, beside the counter he found him. still a little dozy from his half sleep Remus winked at the man and slowly got up from the chair. Absentmindedly, he folded the blanket he had been given and walked towards the counter.

“Well, I surely was relaxed, so that’s good,” Remus said and placed the blanket next cash register.

Logan let out a huff and told Remus thereafter: “I am happy to hear you found some rest here. Your timing to wake up is quite meticulous; it’s almost five so Roman might get back soon.”

Remus nodded and looked around the shop. There were no more customers around and he assumed Logan wanted to close up soon. He looked back down to the smaller man in this indigo polo shirt and black low-cut jeans. Let-me-help-you, but I-never-need-help. He was not a man who followed his own advice, Remus felt like and grinned a little. Something he definitely shared with his brother.

“Can I help you close up then? Until Roman is back?” Remus asked and flashed him a small smile.

Logan hesitated for a second but then let Remus help him. Remus was quick to get himself busy and asked him how the afternoon had passed and if it had been a usual day for him in the shop. Logan answered all inquires in great detail and did not notice how Remus sometimes took a moment to pause and just watch him talk.

In just one of these moments Logan looked over to him and asked: “Are you ready to talk with your brother tonight? He was terribly upset the last night and he did not seem very well when we saw him over lunchtime. Would you like someone to be with you during that confrontation?”

Remus brain short-cut. For a few seconds he just looked at Logan until he recognized the tiny hints of concern wandering over his face and caught himself.

“That’s a nice gesture,” Remus said and brushed with his right hand over his moustache, “but I can deal with him. He’s – He’s not someone who dwells in rage. And he’s a lot better in talking than I am so… We’ll figure something out, I guess…”

Logan wanted to say something but the sound from a car engine stopped him. Remus looked out of the display window and saw his brother pulling into the parking lot next to their store. He turned to Logan, smiled dryly and looked back to the disappearing car.

“Time to go I guess,” he exclaimed half-heartedly and started walking towards the door.

“Remus!”

Just as Remus was about to exit, Logan had called for him and he looked back over his shoulder.

“I hope your talk will be a success.”

The wording was weird but the sentiment wasn’t lost on Remus. Everything but actually. His face softened for a moment, something sincere and small reaching his eyes and he simply nodded at Logan. A last short wave and he left the building to walk towards their third hand fiat punto.

Remus felt his steps getting a little slower as he neared the vehicle. His brother still sat inside. Head pressed against the headrest of the driver’s seat and hands loosely on the wheel. With a sigh, Remus approached and knocked against the side window. Roman looked up.

Simultaneously, both looked down and huffed.

Remus stepped back from the door and Roman got out. The smell from Chinese Take Away hit Remus in the nose and he stretched out his hand for Roman to hand him one of the bags. There were three of them and the brothers wordlessly walked towards their building and got inside. Once up in their flat, they sat the bags on the table, in wordless familiarity Remus set the table while Roman washed his hands before getting out some of his favourite sauces. Then they sat down and ate in silence for a few minutes.

Remus didn’t eat much. Not too little that he was still feeling hungry, no, just enough that he did not feel quite full yet and ended up watching Roman eat the rest. Watching him eat like this made him sad. Reminded him of all the ways they had been hurt and had been abandoned. Eventually there was a last box with noodles and Remus reached over the table and held Roman by the wrist.

Roman looked up, noodles mid-air between his chopsticks.

“What?” Roman said in a tone which was meant to be passive-aggressive but lacked any venom. “I’m already fat. So, it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Remus just tilted his head to the side not looking away from Roman. Roman gulped, snorted and laid the chopsticks down. He looked away from Remus, to the floor, angered frown on his face.

Remus took a deep breath and clasped his hand in Roman’s.

“Hey,” Remus said softly waiting for Roman to look back to him, “I know you don’t want us to throw this away. But I don’t want you to stress eat anymore. Because, you say it doesn’t matter but it does to you.”

Roman’s eyes flickered away and Remus took a moment to come up with some sort of compromise.

“What about this;” Remus prompted as Roman glanced to him, “I’ll eat the noodles and tell me what you saw while driving. Is that acceptable?”

Roman’s eyes were wary.

“I’ll sleep in your bed with you, if you do it,” Remus added with a sigh.

The ghost of a smirk rushed over Roman’s face and he took the chopsticks and handed them over to Remus. Gallantly, he pushed the box over to him as well and said: “Alright.”

And with that Roman began to ramble about the route he took and what he had seen. Remus ate slowly and listened how his brother spun a tale of fantasy and mystery out off the most common and ordinary things he had seen on his ways. How a flashlight had turned green just when he was driving towards it and how a boy had danced over the crosswalk when he had stopped for him to cross the street.

Roman could see so much beauty and adventure in little things. He could find solace in a dandelion breaking through the cement and Remus was glad he had this ability. He was glad that despite everything, this remained to be a part of Roman.

But eventually the noodles were empty and both knew they had to have a talk. Quiet again, Roman put the empty food containers into each other and took a sip of water before he met Remus’s eyes. Remus had pressed his lips together and sighed a little. Then he got up and sat down on the chair next to Roman. This would be easier if they didn’t have to look at each other for the whole time.

“You’re angry with me,” Remus said quietly.

Roman’s hand squeezed his for a second before he pulled away and ran his hand down his face.

“Yeah, to some extent I am. But that’s not – that’s not the issue here.”

Remus knew the tone. The I-don’t-understand-and-I-need-to-understand-it-now tone. Cautiously Remus put his arm around Roman’s shoulder. He leaned into the embrace and continued talking.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore… I thought this would fix it. This final move would finally fix it. This is where we wanted to-”

“We didn’t want to be here, Ro. That’s the thing. You wanted to stand on a stage and I wanted to learn in a hospital right now or to work on my newest collection for the fashion week. This isn’t what we wanted.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?!”

Roman turned his face around to look at him and Remus forced himself to level with his look.

“Of course, we wanted something else! Do you think I’m happy I turned out this way? For – I know we’ve been fucked, okay?! I’m – I’m m-might not be a goddamn genius but I know that we’re not okay! And I understand that this move would not automatically make everything okay! I know it needs time and all but – You wanted to go out for the first time in over a year… I have a theatre group… I just… I just thought… I was right to hope for once…”

Roman let his head sink and Remus pulled him into a full embrace. Roman buried his head in Remus’s chest and Remus petted his brother’s head for a moment. Remus sniffled and rubbed his nose with his free hand so it would stop. It didn’t and Roman sat back up again.

“I get it,” Remus said while scratching is arms and nervously looking around, “I know you want to start new but the thing is. It still haunts me. It’s not over yet. And I don’t know if it can ever be over if I don’t end it.”

A tear slipped over Roman’s cheek but he brushed it away and took a deep breath. They needed to tackle this honestly for once.

“So, you will try to kill yourself again?”

This was Remus’s time to push a tear away from his cheek.

“Re?”

Roman’s hand found its way on Remus’s shoulder and he leaned against it.

“I don’t know anymore…” Remus admitted in a small voice. “I don’t care if I die, I think, but you all seem to care so much and – I’m not so numb sometimes? Like, there are moments when things get through. When, when I want to hope with you or am okay to be with the others. Or am uncomfortable to be with them because I don’t want them to judge me? That was gone for so long and now it’s here and it is so much. And I just want it to stop. To stop from ringing my brain, as if it was a fucking gong!”

Remus waited for Roman to rejoice in happiness. To jump from his chair and just focus on the part that he was feeling again.

But that didn’t come.

“Rem,” Roman said ever so gently with a concerned look but no fear, “I don’t know what that means. But if I had to guess I’d say you’re waking up a little. That you finally start leaving the past a bit. And it seems to be very painful for you and I don’t know what to do, but I don’t think it’s bad. I really don’t think so.”

Remus gulped and looked down at his fingers. They were shivering. Roman’s hand was still steady on his shoulder.

“Patton asked me to consider to go to therapy.”

“Do you consider it?”

Remus looked up. And there was the spark of hope.

“I do.”

Roman didn’t know how to react to this. He hadn’t expected that this could be a possibility, so soon after Remus had tried again.

“And I think you should too.”

Roman’s face fell and he was about to pull his hand back. Remus caught it and continued.

“I’m stuck in the past but you can’t run away from it. Not forever. You’re being more forgetful, you still look at yourself with disgust, I know you still take the blame for a lot of it. I know it. And living in the present is all well and good but not when it left you scarred and sick. You need to face it. I don’t know how but you need to-”

Roman launched himself in Remus’s arms and knocked the breath out of his lungs for a second. And then he just held him. Held him while he whined in Spanish, knowing all too well that Remus didn’t understand him through his mumbling but knew nevertheless what it was about. That it was about not feeling to be enough. That it was about feeling tired and exhausted. That it was about wanting to stop feeling this way.

Because Remus knew Roman felt the same way. That it just showed itself differently and tortured them differently. That in the end of the day they just suffered all the same.

And lost in his thoughts he almost missed it when Roman mumbled Janus’s name. Emphasis on almost.

“What’s with the Jazz Daddy?” Remus asked and gave Roman a quick shove.

With a sniffle Roman pulled away and ran his hand over his damp eyes before answering: “And Janus hates me now because I am a wreck of a person.”

Remus blinked. Pressed his lips together before breaking out in a grin.

“He didn’t sound like he hated you when we ate lunch together,” Remus said trying to keep the smugness mostly out of his voice.

Luckily Roman seemed to focused on Remus’s statement to register the not so well-hidden smugness and asked like a begging puppy: “What do you mean? What did he say?”

“He was very concerned about you because you were taking a drive. Like straight up upset. I thought he was only this close to throw his stick away and ran after you and stop you.”

“You’re kidding,” Roman said breathless and Remus chuckled.

“Yeah, probably not this close but he really was upset. And angry with me for letting you do this. And he was also concerned about the stories I told~”

“REMUS!” Roman yelped and jumped from the chair almost making Remus drop from his chair.

But Remus didn’t care and laughed loudly while Roman began shaking his hands and pacing around the room, trying to comprehend the information he had been given. Only for then being interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell accompanied with the short flashing light.

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In These Tangled Webs (8/11)

Sanders Sides: Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil Blurb: It should be easy admitting to your roommates that you’re not entirely human. Only in Logan’s case it’s not. Not when he discovers that Patton is afraid of Spiders. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort Overall Warnings: Spiders, Arachnophobia, Death Talk, Minor Character Deaths, Slightly Detailed Descriptions of Deaths, Murders, Injuries, Swords, Imprisonment, Biting, Fangs, Venom, Extra Body Parts, Blood, Manipulation, Negative Self Talk

To Catch Up: Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7 

Breathe.

Don’t scream. Don’t run. It’s okay. It’s okay.

Breathe. 

Patton shakily inhaled, squeezing his eyes shut to block out how bright blue the remaining spider webs around them were glowing. 

It Glows! Tell all Spihers Go WAY!

Glowing just like the pendant clutched so tightly in his fist that Patton wouldn’t be surprised if he bent it out of shape as gentle fingers fluttered over his clothes, pulling and tugging. 

Wrapping you up. Look. Fast food delivered right to your doorstep.

No! Patton fought to keep silent, to not scare Logan as he worked to free him from the sticky webs covering his entire body.

Webs that would draw attention if he were to leave the shed still covered in them even if they weren’t glowing like the rest of the space inside the shed was.

It would still be attention Logan didn’t need be--because he--he was---

Blood stained lips spread in a smile. “You can’t hide from me forever child. I am the shadows! You can’t escape a Human Widow!” 

“All mine?” Little Logan queried, tilting his head. “Eat all mine?” 

The woman softly laughed, nodding. “I picked him out specially for you, my spiderling.” 

The boy licked his lips, fangs glimmering as he leaned into the woman’s side. “All mine?” He repeated, small fingers touching Patton’s shoulder.

NO! He shuddered, unable to stop a whimper from escaping his lips. 

The tugging on his clothes paused. “Pat?”

Breathe.

Don’t. Scare. Logan!

He. Needs. You. To. Not. Be. Scared!

Patton forced his eyes open a crack, meeting Lo’s concerned eyes, now back to their amber color since he’d put the glasses back on, and offered a smile far more shaky than he would have liked. “I’m--” 

Not. Scared. Not. Scared.

He jumped, squeaking as clattering sounded from the back of the shed resulted in a bright flare of blue among the remaining webs, followed by muffled curses from Virgil as he and Ro tried to track down his phone lost somewhere within the dark spider filled depths. 

Oh Crofters! How many spiders had they just disturbed? What if Aragog suddenly charged from the darkness with his spider children all in tow to chase them and web them and eat them and!!!!!

Keep you safe. Pwomise. 

Logan glanced behind him as he edged closer to Patton, placing a protective but trembling hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Pat.” He said, returning his attention to pulling more of the sticky white threads off of him.

BUT THE WEBS AROUND THEM WERE GLOWING!!

Pwotect you.

Patton jerked his head in a nod. “Mmm.” He managed, squeezing his eyes shut again, trying to remain still under his touch. 

He’d told Logan to trust him. He needed to trust Lo too. Trust that it was okay. They were safe. He was okay. Safe. Safe. Safe.

Breathe.

Come on. Be Brave. You CAN’T be scared of Spiders. Not any more. You have to show Logan you’re not scared! Be brave! 

But how could he be brave when the creepy crawly death dealers were everywhere! A whole tidal wave of them had fallen from the ceiling! They’d fallen onto him! It was--

“You’ll be out of here soon.” Logan reassured as the tugging on his clothes and feather-light touches trailing over his skin freed him from the tangled threads coating him like a gossamer sweater. 

Not soon enough. 

“I have you almost free and---and the spiders---” Logan cut off as Patton flinched again.

He didn’t want to see spiders. Didn’t want to think of the creatures---but how could he not! He had to be okay with it. Logan was a Human Widow. He was part Spider. He probably had Spi---spider--friends in his room and--- 

“Spiders don’t like Widows.” Logan whispered. 

Patton’s eyes shot open as his heart skipped a beat. What? He looked up, eyes wide. “They--they don’t?” 

Lo nodded, struggling to keep eye contact as he tossed a large wad of webbing over his shoulder before crossing his arms, partially covering the widow mark on his chest. “You’re safe. They won’t come near while I’m with you.” 

“Wait.” Virgil said, the tattered webs around him glowing brighter as he emerged from the narrow passageway, a bundle of cloth in his arms. “Spiders don’t go near you?”

“How can that be true though!” Roman demanded following right behind. “I mean--” He gestured widely, his hands tearing through a few more of the glowing webs. “This place is like Spider Army Central and you their Spider King.” 

Lo tensed, eyes flicking to the rafters and then to the exit. “They know when danger is in their midst. Even spiders have a--” He grimaced, shoulders hunching. “Sense of self preservation. They won’t come near me. Not willingly.”

But there was an apocalypse worth of the creepy crawlies in this place! Patton had seen them. A writhing black mass of doom descending from above. And it had taken most of--no--all of his will power to stay in here with Lo after he’d saved him and not run screaming into the night. 

He had to prove he wasn’t scared. Had to show Logan that he wouldn’t run. That his fear wasn’t going to keep him from being there even though he knew that those dark creatures infesting the shed were hiding nearby, just waiting for the perfect moment to strik--

Patton squeezed his pendant, letting out a slow breath.

Spiders don’t like Widows. 

Pwotect you.

Everything was fine. He was fine. Logan wouldn’t let the little demons hurt him. 

Keep you safe.  

Logan would protect him, Patton knew that. 

It was just really super hard to believe it when he could feel a billion hungry eyes gazing down on him from above and--he grabbed onto Lo’s arm. “Can---can we---leave now?” He managed to squeak out. They had to be okay to leave. Lo had stopped pulling webs off of him, they had to be---

Breathe. 

Roman shoved his hands into his pockets, pulling out two phones. “Didn’t expect to find both of them, but yah. I got your phones.” He said at the same time that Virgil held out the bundle to Logan. 

“And your jacket, L.” He said. 

Logan hesitated, half turning away from the exit to face the back of the shed where he’d been hidden. “Were…there alot of people out there?” He asked finally. 

“No!” Patton quickly denied. He couldn’t seriously be considering staying in this awful place! Could he? 

Roman and Virgil shared a look. “I mean---” Virgil shrugged. “There’s not as many people as there could be, but it’s a college campus, L. There’s always someone about.”

Oh. Patton licked his lips. But he hadn’t seen anyone one---well he hadn’t really been looking, focused instead on Lo, but surely in this rainy weather--

“No one followed you?” Logan asked, reaching out to grab the jacket. 

Roman gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “Us?! Draw attention? We’re theatre majors for a reason, Microsoft Nerd! Discreet is--”

“Not your middle name, Princey, nor mine.” Virgil rolled his eyes, tugging at the strings on his hoodie. “But no. It’s just us over here. No one needs to do gardening this late even if it wasn’t raining.” 

Logan exhaled, nodding. “Right.” He slipped on the jacket, zipping it up so the Hourglass was hidden. “Right.” 

Keep you safe. 

Patton twined his fingers in with Logan’s offering him a tight smile. “We’ll blend right in, Lo.” Now that the we-webs were off him…no one should have reason to notice them. After all Logan looked completely normal again.

Two pitch black eyes.

Gleaming Fangs.

Patton swallowed hard, hoping that Lo couldn’t hear his skyrocketing heart rate. 

“I. No. Eat. You.” Little Logan said forcefully, keeping eye contact, dipping his hands under Patton’s head. “SEE?” 

A gentle tug and he stepped back, a wad of webbing held in his hands. “See. Safe. Hod still.” He advanced again, little fingers easily tearing away the remaining webs, from Patton, freeing him in seconds. “No eat. No die. All safe. K?” 

Patton gaped at him, shakily getting to his feet as the spider child threw the webs into a corner. “Why...why not?” 

Logan wrinkled his nose. “I no mamma. Bad tase you. ALL bad. BLEH.” 

Pwotect You. Promise. 

Lo wouldn’t hurt him. He didn’t like the taste of humans. 

At least...he hoped he still didn’t---No! This was Logan. They were safe with him. He was nothing like his Mother. 

“Blend right in--you guys aren’t wearing shoes.” Roman pointed out.

“And we’ve seen weirder things coming home from play practice, Ro. No one will comment on it so long as we don’t draw attention to ourselves.” Virgil said, ducking outside. He pulled his hood over his head, turning in a slow circle until he faced the shed again. “Coast is clear. Let’s get outta here.” 

Patton didn’t need to be told twice. Squeezing Logan’s hand, he pulled them both outside with Roman following close behind, trying to not break into a dead run to get them as far away from the spider infested shed as possible. 

If he never saw the place again it would be far too soon. 

You can’t escape me. I am the darkness, child! 

Patton fought back a shiver as they splashed through the puddles forming on the grass to get to a path, keeping a tight grip on Lo so he wouldn’t---wouldn’t run. 

Trust me. 

Logan edged closer to Patton, clutching his jacket with white fingers as his eyes darted this way and that.

Patton licked his lips. “It’s okay, Lo.” He whispered. “Trust me.”

Logan hunched his shoulders, giving a terse nod. “I--I’m trying.” He said, the faintest of tremors to his voice. “But I’m not…used to this. People knowing…and not attacking. Try---trying to kill me.” 

Virgil dropped back, brushing Patton’s shoulder with his own. “How--” He cut off as a woman suddenly appeared in the path ahead, briskly walking towards the Wellness Center with a yoga mat over her shoulder. 

Logan tensed, practically glued to Patton’s side as he watched her disappear into the distance. 

“How many people have tried that?” Virge finished, keeping his voice low. 

Logan exhaled, briefly closing his eyes. “More than I care to count.” 

 “I’ll feast on the newcomers. No worries, Logan. Momma will eat too.” She said, two of her hands guiding the boy’s fangs to Patton’s exposed neck as faint voices and stomping sounded overhead. “Hurry now.” She encouraged, withdrawing. “It’s fast food today.”

Patton shivered. He couldn’t imagine it. Imagine their nerd having to fight for his life. Flee so he wouldn’t die at someone else's hand. Logan had always been well. Logan. He’d passed as completely normal until tonight. 

He probably could have kept hiding it if Patton hadn’t--He bit his lip, squeezing Lo’s hand. No wonder he’d reacted how he had when they’d seen his--his fangs, seen the hourglass.

How many times had Lo nearly been killed as a child because of...because of what he was with no questions asked?

He trusts you. 

Patton would have to make sure it stayed that way. That Logan would have a safe place with them. A place where he could be himself and not have to hideaway. Not have to live in fear. 

“People coming from the right.” Roman said softly at the same moment Logan stiffened, squeezing his hand tighter. 

How acute were his senses?

“Just act normal.” Roman said, moving up, taking position next to Logan while Virgil stuck close to Patton, the two of them striking up a conversation similar to the one they’d been having before Lo had come home as more and more people appeared around them, darting this way and that through the pounding rain. 

Keep you safe. Pwomise. 

Patton leaned into Lo. “It’s okay.” He whispered as reassuringly as he could. The hourglass was hidden, but it didn’t stop his friend from shrinking down with the barest of nods, trying to appear as small as possible without drawing attention to himself as a couple of strangers approached.

He bit the inside of his cheek, hand tight on his pendant, barely daring to breathe, watching as the two students under an umbrella quickly walk by them, focused more on each other than their group. 

Patton let out a small sigh as they moved passed, squeezing Logan’s trembling hand. 

He really hadn’t noticed so many people before in his mad dash across campus to find Lo. He’d expected the place to be deserted because of the storm. 

That obviously wasn’t the case. And with every student that appeared, he could feel their nerd getting more and more tense walking more like a feral cat wary of being captured, ready to flee at the first sign of danger. 

For good reason. 

With how fearful Lo had been about being found by Roman and Virgil in the shed; with how he’d reacted to all of them seeing the hourglass on his chest in the first place; with how he kept looking over his shoulder...Patton nearly expected an instant mob to form and attack them with every student that crossed their path.

So far no one had given them a second look.

They had no reason to. Logan looked as human as the rest of them. 

Only their little group knew better.

Spliced.

A Human Widow.

Dangerous. Unreasonable. Anyone who didn’t know Lo would automatically assume the worst of him without even knowing him and---He shuddered.

Blood. Pooling underneath Mr. Wratche’s purpling body, staining everything in its wake. 

Logan needed to get to safety. Before--before something horrible-- 

“Are we close?” He asked, interrupting Roman and Virgil, working to keep his voice steady.

Not. Scared. Show Lo, you’re not scared! 

“Car’s just ahead.” Virgil said, pointing to the shadowy shape of his minivan parked as far away from the lights in the parking lot as possible. 

Patton couldn’t help but smile at the choice, giving a quiet sigh of relief. Their resident cryptid expert really had thought of everything hadn’t he? While he would have preferred the van under a light, this meant that Lo wouldn’t be as visible and that’s what they wanted right now. To keep him under the radar.

Pwotect you. Pwomise. 

Still, it took all of his will power to not break into a run and drag Logan to the safety of those tinted windows where hopefully hopefully Lo could then relax.

Where he could be himself again.

His roommates must have had similar thoughts because they too increased their pace without prompting, quickly crossing the near empty lot. Virgil pulled out his keys when they got within range, the sidedoor to the van sliding open with the press of a button. 

Logan faltered, pulling Patton to an abrupt stop three feet from safety. “Wait.” He said, his voice barely audible over the rain.

The others paused, Roman with one foot in the front passenger side of the van. “For what, Specs?”

Lo grimaced, the tips of his fangs briefly appearing as his hand spasmed in Patton’s. “I--I---” He shuddered, taking a step back. 

Keep you safe.

Patton fought back the brief flutter of panic at seeing those fangs.

Bloodstained lips. A dark smile. 

NO. Logan is NOTHING like his mom. NOTHING.  

“Lo?” Patton moved with him, his other hand slowly reaching up to cup Logan’s cheek, staring into his amber eyes. “It’s okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re safe with us.” 

“I--It’s...It’s just---that this is all too easy.” Logan managed, eyes darting to the others and back to Patton’s. “You should be scared. Running. Not helping me.” 

Virgil scoffed leaning against the sliding door as he fiddled with his keys. “Dude, if we didn’t want to help you, I doubt any of us would have been out here in this nightmare weather.” 

Roman hummed his agreement, brushing at his wet hair. “Truth. I’d be in bed, getting my beauty sleep.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “How could you sleep Princey after getting webbed to a couch? Twenty bucks you’d have been on the phone to the police as soon as you freed yourself.” 

Roman hunched his shoulders, crossing his arms. “I---I--” He grimaced. “Yes---under other circumstances--BUT I DIDN’T!” He shot Logan a pleading look, spreading his hands. “I mean, Patton ran after you. That’s good enough in my book to trust you, Lomageddon.” 

Truthfully, if it had been anyone but Lo, Patton knew he would have never left the apartment agai--no, he would have been out the door and on the first available flight to somewhere far far far away from here to get away from a Human Widow.

But this was Logan. Not his Evil Mother. Not any other creepy Widow that they’d read about in history. 

And he needed them right now. 

“We’re not a threat, Lo.” Patton said as gently as he could, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “And we know-” He squeezed the pendant in his other hand.  

Keep you safe. Pwomise. 

“I know you aren’t a threat to us.” 

A mixture of conflicting emotions crossed Logan’s face in the faint light as he gripped the jacket tighter. “How though?” He demanded in a hoarse whisper. “You know what I am. You know what a Widow does!” He bared his teeth, fangs bright and glistening. “Just because I-I” He shuddered, looking away, his feet shifting as if to break into a run. “I haven’t followed the norm for my kind, doesn’t mean you guys should be willing to be anywhere near me.” 

Patton deliberately tightened his hold. There would be no more running. “That’s exactly why.” He said firmly. “You’re not evil Logan. You never were and never will be.”

Lo drew a shuddering breath. “You don’t know that.” 

“I do.” He lifted his hand, uncurling his fingers from the pendant so that Logan could clearly see it.  

Logan inhaled sharply, recognition flashing through his eyes. “That’s--” He whispered, raising a shaking finger to the pendant, the webbing within the bent nail turning dark blue at his touch.

Confirmation. 

“You’ve saved my life as a kid, Lo.” Patton said softly, pressing the glowing pendant into Logan’s palm, closing his fingers over it. “How could I ever be afraid of my hero?”

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Would you miss me? - Roman angst

Cw: Suicidal thoughts, mentions of ways to commit suicide, and Virgil being kind of accidentally unsympathetic, but that wasn't the intention behind it, implied prinxiety(? it can be seen as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Roman asks Virgil an important question "Would you miss me if I were to die?"...

I wasn't feeling my best when I wrote this, I haven't been feeling good at all for a while, so this might not be the best...  

All the sides were sitting down on the table eating dinner as per usual, except today Roman seemed awfully quiet, which is extremely unusual for the prince, he always seemed to have a story, opinion or comment to share with the others.

Virgil sighed turning his head to look at Roman who was just staring at his plate of food and stabbing the vegetables with his fork "You ok there, dude?" He asked

Roman flinched at the question "Uh, yeah, yeah… I'm fine, just thinking" he lied

"About what?"

"Everything…" Roman sighed

"Are you still mad about what Janus said?" Patton softly asked

Roman's grasp on the fork tightened "No" he lied again, this time being obvious to the others

"You know he didn't really mean it… Right?"

Roman sighed and Virgil gave Patton the 'stop talking' look

"Well, ok then, let's change the subject!" Patton smiled "So, Logan, how's your day been?"

Logan quietly looked at Patton quite surprised at the question "It's been quite all right, how has your day been, Patton?" He figured Patton didn't really care about how his day actually went, he just needed to start a conversation.

"Actually, really good! I was watching this video about cats and…" Patton's voice started to fade, Roman could only hear his own breathing at that point, his head hurt and his heart felt like it was about to run out of his chest, he felt someone touching his shoulder and suddenly his hearing came back

"Roman, Patton asked how your day's been," Virgil said concerned

His day had been awful, his thoughts were as loud as ever and he just wanted to end it all, but he couldn't really tell them that, could he? "Oh, it's been… Okay, I guess… Thanks for asking"

Virgil and Patton shared a concerned glance, Roman just focused on his food, Logan and Patton continued to talk, Logan seemed to be more quiet than usual, but still replied to Patton's comment the same way he always did, it just felt forced to Roman, like Logan didn’t really want to be there, he couldn’t blame him though, he himself didn’t want to be there either, Virgil just ate and eventually chimed in to make his usual snarky remarks

"Virge…" Roman pulled the sleeve of Virgil's hoodie to grab his attention, Logan and Patton weren't paying attention to them, they were instead chatting about Thomas adopting a pet, or something like that, Roman wasn't paying attention to what they were saying either.

"Yeah, what's wrong, Ro?" Virgil softly asked

"Would you miss me if I were to die?" Roman asked

"What?" Virgil looked surprised at the question "Die? How? You are a side Roman, you can't die, at least there's no way that I know of" he replied in a relaxed manner “If I knew how I would’ve tried it a long time ago” he snickered

"I can stop doing my job and slowly disappear"

"Ducking out? I already tried that," Virgil looked at Logan and Patton "trust me, they wouldn't let you"

Roman sighed "What about suicide?"

"Dude, isn't that kind of the same as ducking out?"

"...I guess" Roman thought for a moment "I mean, like hanging yourself or slitting your wrist, something like that"

"We are sides, I doubt that'd work," Virgil thought for a moment "Maybe I should try and see if it works sometimes" he laughed and continued to calmly eat his food

Roman didn't like the fact that Virgil wasn't taking him seriously and was instead making jokes and laughing about it, but no one ever takes him seriously, so why does it matter now? "Would you miss me?" He questioned again, Virgil just stared "Would you miss me if I killed myself?"

"Roman, are you serious?" Virgil now looked more concerned than ever, Roman didn't reply "Roman, please tell me you are kidding" Virgil took a deep breath "I thought you were kidding, I'm-"

"What's wrong?" Logan asked realizing the other two were having a conversation that seemed to be upsetting both of them

Virgil was about to reply but Roman interrupted him by smiling at Logan and happily replying with "Nothing! Everything's a-ok, Lo!"

Patton smiled back "I'm glad, kiddo!" he replied

"Well, this was an astonishing conversation, Patton,” Logan began standing up “but I need to finish some stuff if you don't mind," he continued

"Yeah, I need to go do some stuff too, see you all later, it's your time to wash the dishes, by the way, Virgil!" Patton exclaimed leaving the room with Logan in front of him, Virgil sighed at the realization that it was, in fact, his turn to do so.

Roman turned to look at Virgil after both of them left the room, his eyes went from happy and full of life to dull and empty in seconds, Virgil obviously realized this "I thought you were kidding..."

"You always think that…" he muttered, "I thought I could talk to you because I thought you would understand"

"I'm sorry" Virgil sighed thinking of a way to approach this  "Roman, I don't know if there's a way aside can die, aside from slowly disappearing after you stop doing your job, I think it's impossible for any of us to die" Roman looked annoyed at the explanation "Do you really want to die?"

"Yes," Roman replied without a second thought

"Roman you are a prince! You are supposed to confront your problems, fight back, not run an away from them"

"That's the problem, everyone keeps telling me what I'm supposed to do, who I'm supposed to be, am I not good enough?" Roman's voice was shaky, he was clearly about to cry

"That's not what I meant!" Virgil nervously clarified "It's just that… Running away from your problems isn't always the best solution… I’m sorry, Roman, I don’t really know what to say” he apologized

"It’s ok, Virge” Roman weakly smiled, he didn’t get an answer to his question, was Virgil just telling him all these things to avoid feeling guilty for his death or was it because he genuinely cared? Probably the first option...

“Also, what would Thomas do without you?” Virgil softly smiled “You are his creativity!”

“He has Remus.”

“Yeah, but Remus is… You know, Remus.”

“He would do a much better job than I do, and… We are honestly not that different, Janus said it himself”

Virgil looked at the ground trying to think of a comforting answer to give Roman, he took a deep breath “I don’t really know what to do to help you, Roman…”

“Help me die?”

“No, no! Help you not feel this way…” He sighed “I don’t know how to help you, but you need to understand you are an important part of Thomas, you can’t just leave us…” He looked at the ground and grabbed Roman’s hand “You can’t leave me”

Roman softly smiled at the gesture, this time it was a genuine smile, not a fake or forced one “I won’t leave you, but that doesn’t mean my thoughts are just going to go away” Roman realized how much easier it was for him to talk about this with Virgil, he wasn’t even crying, imagine trying to tell Patton he didn’t want to live anymore, that would be chaotic

“We are all part of Thomas, as much as I hate to admit it, Janus is just as important as any of us…”

“But he lied and manipulated us”

“I wasn’t perfect either, but with time and your help, I changed, I learned and grew…” Virgil took a deep breath “What I’m trying to say is that I am living proof that people can change, and as much as I don’t like him… At all, maybe giving him an opportunity isn’t a bad idea"

“But, I did give him an opportunity, and he used me… Again" he took a shaky breath, "He told me he loved me, he made me feel special, and as soon as he got what he wanted… He Compares me to my brother and calls me evil"

Virgil sadly smiled and grabbed Roman's hand "Roman… I'm sorry" he softly said

Roman looked at him confused "Why are you sorry?" He asked

"Because I didn't protect you" Virgil sadly looked at the ground "Roman" he firmly said as he looked up and cupped Roman's face with both of his hands "listen to me, we need you, I need you… so, please don't leave me… Because I-" Virgil thought for a while looking at Roman’s face, he had such pretty green eyes, they looked so sad… Roman's face felt hot, was he blushing? “I love you, Roman…You are amazing I don’t know what we’d do without you, we need you” After a few seconds of processing what Virgil said Roman started crying uncontrollably "Oh my god, Roman, don't cry!"

"I'm so sorry…" Roman replied between sniffles "I just needed to hear that"

Virgil smiled "You want a hug?" He asked

"Yes, please…"

[all-time-logan]

Absolutely Smitten

AHHHH!!! Here it is, the second part to By Any Other Pet Name!! I’m so sorry this took so long??? Life’s been wack over here. College is hard. Any way, I hope y’all enjoy this!! (This starts right after part 1)

Part 1 is here

Pairings: Logicality

Warnings: One mention of Remus and Deceit, mention of food (if there’s anything else, let me know!)

Word count: 3698

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Patton tried his best not to scream into the pillow he had pressed to his face. He had been minding his own business, just idly tidying up the living room as he sang to himself, and he had taken a moment to sit on the couch when Logan had come down the stairs. That in itself wasn’t the problem, no. It was what Logan had said.

“Patton, sweetheart, could you help me real quick?”

Patton froze, his heart rate skyrocketing as he could feel his face turn bright red. He had turned, seeing that Logan looked rumpled, as if he had been sitting in one spot for too long, and he wasn’t even looking at Patton. He didn’t even seem to know what he had said. Patton debated for a moment, before slowly saying, “Yes, dear?”

Logan hadn’t reacted, only walking closer to ask about some fact or information for the script, and Patton had helped and sent him on his way, getting away with calling Logan ‘hon.’ He thought that he would survive the encounter with just being called ‘sweetheart’ but then Logan had to go an call him ‘dear!’ And squeeze his shoulder! As soon as Logan was out of the room, Patton had slammed his face into a pillow to hide the blush that was no doubt taking over his entire face.

In truth, Patton wasn’t entirely surprised. Logan had been slightly out of it, focused more on the script than he was the world around him. Of course, one of his little nicknames for Patton would slip out. What really got to Patton was the… the domesticity of them. He wasn’t dense, he had heard and understood a few of Logan’s aborted attempts at nicknames that didn’t pass what Patton had termed the ‘Logan Level of Sentiment.’ Anything that was too sentimental or soft was cut off before it fully left Logan’s mouth, leaving him to say small things like ‘Pat’ or ‘Mo’ or, Patton’s favorite, ‘Patty.’ Which meant the few times he did call Patton something sentimental, even accidentally, it flustered them both.

Like the time he had Patton ‘honey.’ Patton knew that Roman and Virgil had set them up for that one, and while some part of him was giddy that Logan had seemingly called him that, the panicked way Logan had left the room had made him more worried than anything.

He knew that Logan wasn’t the best at emotions, and Patton had guessed that the nicknames were Logan’s way of easing himself into being friendlier and more relaxed with the other sides. He didn’t want to ruin Logan’s progress by pushing him to call him nicknames that bordered the sentiment level, or that seemed too romantic.

Patton leaned back with a wistful sigh, looking up at the ceiling. Oh, how he wished those nicknames would be romantic. He had liked Logan for so long and had just come to terms with the fact that he maybe loved Logan, and the nicknames didn’t help. Logan was just so sweet with them! He always had this small little smile, his eyes soft and voice gentle, and it made Patton weak at the knees every time. And that was for stuff like ‘Patty!’ He knew that it would kill him if Logan ever went further than that, but he could dream, right?

Patton pushed himself off the couch, determined. He could dream, yes, but he couldn’t push Logan. He’d let Logan go at his own pace with the nicknames, and not expect anything more from him. It was just friendliness from Logan’s side, anyway.

As he went up the stairs and towards the sides’ rooms, Patton nodded to himself with a small smile. He wouldn’t push Logan, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t talk with someone else about it.

***

“And then! Then, he called me dear!” Patton exclaimed, throwing his arms wide as he fell back against Roman’s bed.

He had planned to talk to Virgil about it, but when he saw that the anxious side’s door was open, he didn’t even pause in his stride as he changed course to Roman’s door. There he found both sides, Roman with his hair pulled back by a headband, and Virgil with a face mask on and applying one to Roman’s face.

They had quickly pulled Patton into their little spa session, pulling his curls back and giving him a face mask as he dived into the story of what just occurred.

Roman leaned over him on the bed, giggling at his slightly disgruntled expression. “How truly awful of him, Padre, to call you that.”

Virgil nodded, not looking up from where he was painting Patton’s nails. “Terrible. How could he.”

Patton huffed, before laughing a bit. “Oh, I know it’s not bad, honestly. I just… oh, it does something to me, y’know?”

He sat up, and Virgil paused in his painting to look at him. Roman sat back, nodding for him to continue.

“Every time he uses one of those nicknames, it gives me butterflies. I don’t know why though! I like him, I do, and that could explain some of it, but the fluttering, and the way my face goes red? Those don’t make sense!” Patton pouted, tapping the fingers not painted against his leg. “They’re just nicknames. Nicknames shouldn’t make me feel like that.”

Virgil and Roman shared a look. “Pat,” Virgil started softly, “Have you considered that they aren’t nicknames?”

“What else could they be?”

Here, Roman leaned forward, resting a hand on Patton’s knee. “They’re pet names, Patton. That’s what they are.”

Patton shook his head, ignoring the little seed of hope in his chest. “Well, that wouldn’t make sense. They can’t be pet names, he has nicknames for you two, too, and I don’t see you two getting all flustered about them!”

“Patton, he doesn’t have nicknames for us.” Virgil said, confused.

“Yeah, he down right refuses to, it seems.” Roman continued.

Patton furrowed his brows, confused. Logan didn’t… now that he thought about it, Logan didn’t seem to call the other two anything but their names. The few times he did for Roman, it was usually a thinly veiled insult during an argument that he later apologized for. Logan only had nicknames—no, pet names, for Patton. The little bit of hope in his chest grew.

He sat back on his hands, suddenly breathless. “Huh.”

Roman and Virgil both smiled at him, and Roman patted his knee.

“So,” Virgil said, picking Patton’s hand back up to resume painting his nails, “What are you going to do about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are you going to do about the pet names? Are you going to say them back?”

“Yeah!” Roman cut in, punching a hand into the air. “You should go and conquer his heart!”

Patton laughed a little, staring at his hand as Virgil added another stroke of dark blue paint. “I don’t know about conquering, Ro. What if he doesn’t like it? Are we sure I can even do it?”

“You didn’t seem to have any problem doing it earlier, and are you kidding?” Roman through his hands into the air. “He gives you pet names, for Shakespeare’s sake! Of course, he’ll like it!”

At Patton’s uncertain look, Virgil said, “At least start with nicknames. They’re personal, and it’ll give you a better idea of how he’ll react.”

“Something other than Lo or L or Specs, though, we already use those.” Roman said.

Patton hummed, thinking it over. It couldn’t hurt, right? If Logan liked them, he could ease his way into more pet names, ones like what Logan called him. And if Logan didn’t like them, and asked him to stop? Well, no harm done! Sure, Patton would be a little hurt, but at least their friendship wouldn’t be hurt. He nodded, mind made up.

“Ok, I’ll try the nicknames, see how it goes.”

“Cool.” Virgil said, dropping the nail polish brush back into the bottle and standing. “Be right back.”

“What-?” But Virgil was already out the door and Roman was picking up where he had left off, taking Patton’s other hand and continue the even strokes Virgil had been doing.

Patton didn’t have to wonder what he was doing for too long, because soon enough he could hear Virgil and a protesting Logan coming closer.

“I have work, Virgil, I need to finish the script!”

“You’ve been working all day, Logan, you need to take a break.”

“But a spa break? I don’t want-”

He cut off as Virgil pushed him into the room, and Patton was thankful for the face mask that covered his blush when he saw Logan and the events from earlier came rushing back to the forefront of his mind.

He smiled up at him, waving with the hand that Roman wasn’t painting. “Hey, Logan!”

Logan stared at him, mouth agape. After a moment, he seemed to collect himself, reaching up to adjust his glasses.

“I… I suppose I can take a small break for a spa session.”

Roman gave a quiet cheer, and Virgil grinned. “Awesome. Sit down, I’m putting a face mask on you and you’re gonna deal with it.”

He settled on the bed across from Patton, letting Virgil pin his hair back and apply the face mask with little complaint. Roman conjured them some wine, and they sat and talked for a bit. Eventually, Patton got up to wash his face mask off, but decided to keep the head band on to keep his curls out of his face.

When he came back into the room, he took a moment to stare at Logan. He was glancing through the nail polish that Roman had, his glasses pushed up into his hair. Even with the face mask, he still looked pretty, and Patton took a deep breath to settle his heart rate a bit. He made eye contact with Roman, his nails a dark purple now, courtesy of Virgil, who glanced at Logan and gave Patton a quick thumbs up.

Patton nodded, steeled himself, and said, “Hey, Lolo? Can I paint your nails?”

Had he not been looking for it, Patton might have missed Logan’s reaction. Logan froze, his eyes going wide and his cheeks flushing a light pink. It was quick though, as Logan took a breath and turned to Patton, giving him a small smile.

“Of course, Patton.”

Patton beamed at him, and he watched as the light pink turned a little darker. As he sat back on the bed, Patton let the hope in his chest grow a little bit bigger. Maybe there was something there. Maybe Logan liked him too.

Glancing at his own nails, Patton grinned, picked up a light blue polish, and got to work.

***

“Logy, do you have a sec?”

Patton had just popped his head into Logan’s room to see if he had time to help him with lunch but stopped short at what Logan was wearing. He had a three-piece slate gray suit on, a dark blue shirt underneath it. Logan was in the process of tying his tie, the black one with light blue stripes that Patton had gotten him for Christmas last year.

Patton sighed, stepping into the room. “One of those debates, huh?” he asked quietly.

After the callback/wedding debate, Deceit and Logan had taken up debating each other in the courtroom. Sometimes it was for fun, and they would just wear their regular clothes, sometimes something more relaxed, depending on the topic. Other times though, the debate would be something more serious, something for Thomas, so they would get a bit more serious, a bit more dressed up. It looked that today was a serious debate today.

Logan, who had frozen when Patton had first spoken, seemed to catch himself, giving Patton a small smile and nodded, “Unfortunately, yes, it is, Pat. I’m assuming you were going to ask for my help for lunch?”

Patton nodded, stepping closer and taking the half finished tie out of Logan’s hands. Absentmindedly finishing the knot, Patton said, “Yeah, but no worries! You have important things to do right now.”

Logan stared at him a moment; cheeks slightly pink.

“Helping you is important too,” he said, “I can help with dinner tonight.”

Patton grinned up at him, feeling light. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Logan smiled.

They stared at each other a moment, just smiling, before Logan cleared his throat.

“I, uh… I should probably get going.”

Patton started, and realized he hadn’t let go of Logan’s tie. “Oh! Right, sorry.”

He quickly tucked the end of Logan’s tie into the vest of his suit, and fixed Logan’s collar before stepping back. “There you go! Looking good, Lo!”

Logan nodded, clearing his throat again. He stepped around Patton and out of his room but paused in the doorway. “Thank you, Patton. Save me some lunch?”

“Of course!” Patton bounced on his toes once, grinning at the little laugh Logan gave. Logan nodded again and moved to head towards the mindscape’s courtroom. Patton followed him out of the room, calling after him, “You’re gonna do great, honey!”

And if Patton’s grinned widened at the way Logan tripped over his own feet a bit at the pet name? Well, Patton kept that little bit of knowledge to himself.

***

Patton hummed to himself, puttering around the kitchen. Lunch had come and gone long ago, and Patton was starting to work on dinner, and Logan still hadn’t come out of the debate room with Deceit. He was a little worried, but two knew what they were doing and knew how to take care of themselves.

He heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and then someone enter the kitchen with a sigh. He turned, expecting Virgil after a nap or even Roman, but was pleasantly surprised to see Logan, still in his suit. That surprise was quickly replaced by concern at Logan’s rumpled appearance and tired expression, and he hurried over to the logical side.

“Lo, are you okay?” His hands fluttered around Logan’s shoulders and face, unsure where to land, but they finally settled on his arms, Patton’s thumbs rubbing up and down soothingly. Logan hummed, blinking slowly.

“Yes, I am alright, Patton. Just…” He and leaned down and forward to rest his forehead on Patton’s shoulder, causing Patton’s eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline. “Just tired.”

Patton hummed sympathetically, bringing his arms around Logan in a loose embrace. He rubbed Logan’s back, tilting his head to lean it against Logan’s. “The debate was rough, I’m guessing?”

Logan shrugged one shoulder, leaning more heavily into the embrace. “Yes and no. It was long, and arduous, and I’m hungry now, but,” Patton could feel Logan’s proud grin against his shoulder, “I won, so I’m overall satisfied with the outcome.

Patton giggled. “I’m proud of you, hon.”

He felt Logan’s grin grow wider, and Logan’s arms came up around him to give him a quick squeeze before Logan stood back up. Patton dropped his arms, taking in Logan’s tired expression again.

“Why don’t you go take a nap, Logan? I can manage dinner on my own tonight.”

The small smile Logan had been sporting dropped into a frown for a moment, and he shook his head. “I’ll be fine, Pat. I couldn’t help you with lunch, and I said I’ll help with dinner.”

“Lo, it’s fine, you’re tired, you don’t have to—”

“Patton,” Logan cut him off, reaching forward to rest a hand on his arm. “I want to help, please?”

Patton ignored the heat in his face as he scrunched his mouth to one side, thinking. At Logan’s earnest expression, and the way he had started to gently rub his thumb back and forth on Patton’s arm, Patton huffed out a breath.

“Okay. But if you get too tired, feel free to just go take a nap before dinner, alright?”

Logan smiled, small and happy. “Alright, Pat.”

They got to work, Logan leaving the suit jacket and vest folded over a chair and pushing up the sleeves of his shirt. Patton took a moment to appreciate Logan’s arms before getting back on task, giving Logan a knife and instructions to start dicing the vegetables. They mainly worked in silence, moving around each other in a familiarity made through countless meals made together. Sometimes the others would come and help, and they’d make a whole night of cooking as a family, but often it was just Logan and Patton working together.

Eventually, they were able to put what had become a chicken and vegetable soup onto the heat, and as Patton was adjusting the heat, he called over his shoulder, “Sweetheart, can you grab the timer for me?”

There was a clatter from the sink, where Logan had been putting some dishes, but a few moments later he was by Patton’s side, timer in hand.

As Patton went to grab it, Logan, voice shaky, asked, “Did you call me sweetheart?”

Patton froze, rethinking the past minute, and cursed in his head. There went his plan to be subtle.

“I—” Patton sighed, taking the timer, setting a time, and putting it on the edge of the counter before turning to face Logan. “I did, yeah.”

Before Logan could say anything, Patton plowed ahead. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just,” he sighed roughly, running a hand through his hair, “I’ve liked you for a long time, and you were so sweet with your nicknames, and so I tried to give you some, but I guess me liking you influenced ‘em, huh? Again, I’m sorry, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable or hurt our friendship, so if you want to forget this happened, we can just—”

Logan’s hands cupped his face, and Patton cut off with a strangled noise. Logan was looking at him with such joy and fondness, and it made his breath catch in his throat.

“I don’t want to forget it, love.” Logan said, causing another noise to leave Patton unbidden. Logan leaned forward, searching Patton’s face for any sign of discomfort. His eyes flickered down to Patton’s lips, and Patton’s mouth went dry.

“Can I…?” Logan asked quietly. Instead of answering, Patton leaned forward and closed the gap, delighting in the small gasp Logan gave. He pressed forward, hands coming up to cover Logan’s, and Logan seemed to snap out of his surprise. He pressed against Patton, eyes slipping shut. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss as he pressed Patton against the counter, grinning at the happy noise that Patton made. The clatter of the timer hitting the ground startled them both, causing them to break apart.

They stared at each other, breathless, before Patton started giggling, which quickly turned into bright laughter as he collapsed forward into Logan’s chest. Logan quickly joined in, laughing quietly as he wrapped his arms around Patton’s waist. They stood there laughing for a while, and when their laughter finally died down Patton looked up at Logan with a bright grin.

“I’m guessing you don’t mind the pet names then?” Patton asked, teasing tone coloring his voice. Logan snorted, pressing a quick kiss to Patton’s forehead.

“As long as you don’t mind mine, dear.” Logan said, grin growing at the flush that quickly colored Patton’s cheeks.

Patton huffed, slipping out of Logan’s arms to pick up the timer and set it back on the counter. He was quick to jump up and sit on the counter next to the timer, looking at Logan with a grin.

Logan stepped into the space between his legs, setting his arms around Patton’s waist as Patton’s arm came up to settle around Logan’s shoulders, one hand playing the hair at the nape of Logan’s neck. Logan couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he pressed another kiss to Patton’s cheek, delighted at the giggle it caused. They stayed like that, talking quietly and sharing small kisses until the timer went off.

Logan took the soup off the heat and called for the others before moving back to Patton and settling back into their earlier positions. That was how the others found them, and they both ignored how Remus cheered as Deceit muttered, “Finally,” and how Roman grumbled as he handed a smug Virgil a ten dollar bill. They were too wrapped up in each other as they passed out dinner and continued into movie night, passing each other smiles and pet names through out the night.

***

Patton was careful in opening the door with his hip, not wanting to spill the tea and water he was holding. He could hear the sink running in the connecting bathroom, and assumed Logan was brushing his teeth for the night. He set the tea down on Logan’s bed table and moved around the bed towards his.

A few months after they had gotten together, they had asked Roman to help them create a neutral room that wouldn’t affect either of them, unlike their regular rooms do. They’re rooms became places for them to work or get away, but most nights found Patton and Logan in their shared room. He moved to set the water down but paused when he heard the door to the bathroom open.

“Love, you know you left your glasses case in the bathroom, right?” Logan said.

“Can you grab that for me, moonbeam?” Patton asked over his shoulder, setting the glass of water down.

“Moonbeam?” Logan asked, confusion and amusement clear in his voice.

Patton turned, shrugging with a grin. “Yeah. You like space, so I thought ‘moonbeam’ would be cute.”

Logan moved towards him, wrapping his arms around his waist, humming. “I do like space, but I like you even more, darling.”

Patton sputtered, flushing, then laughed as he lightly batted at Logan’s chest. “Hey, I’m trying to make you flustered, not the other way around!”

Logan grinned and pressed a kiss to Patton’s forehead. “Of course, dear. You always do.”

Patton huffed, looping his arms around Logan’s neck. He pulled him down for a kiss and wasn’t able to keep his smile at bay.

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