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Patton yelped as Logan swept him up into his arms. “You really know how to pick a guy up.” He chuckled, pausing as his eyes landed on an open suitcase on the ground. “Logan, what are you—”

Logan deposited Patton into the suitcase, moving to zip it closed with alarming efficiency. “I cannot feel anything if you are not around to remind me of the irrational feelings I have no need for.”

“But Lo, stifling your emotions is really bad.” Patton squirmed, pushing against the sides of the bag as Logan calmly pressed a hand to his forehead, shoving him back down. “Logan, just—”

“Unfortunate.”

Patton grabbed at Logan’s arm, trying to leverage himself upright, only to accidentally pull Logan’s face dangerously close to his own. Their noses brushing, and for a brief moment, neither of them moved.

The lights flicked on the light of the TV, no longer the only thing illuminating the living room.

“What is going on down here?”

Virgil’s voice cut through the silence, his gaze flicking between the two of them before his face scrunched in confusion. “Why is Patton in a suitcase?”

Patton opened his mouth to respond, but Logan slapped a hand over it, muffling Patton’s attempts at speech. Patton wriggled, kicking his legs as he let out a series of incoherent sounds, which rapidly devolved into distressed whines.

“Patton and I were just… entertaining ourselves with a game of hide and seek,” Logan said stiffly, adjusting his glasses with his free hand.

Virgil moved further into the room, stopping in front of Logan and crossing his arms. “If the two of you were really playing hide and go seek, why couldn't you have just let Patton answer?” 

With one swift motion, Logan grabbed Virgil by the hoodie and yanked him forward, shoving him into the suitcase with Patton.

Virgil’s eyes went wide, his face going red as he scrambled to get off of Patton. “Logan, what are you—?!”

“I apologize, Virgil, but as anxiety, you must go too.”

“L, buddy, please don’t—Mmph!”

Logan zipped up the suitcase with a swift, practiced motion. He exhaled, pressing his palms flat against the lid. “Now to find an optimal place to hide this.”

From inside the suitcase, there was some shuffling.

Then a loud thump.

Followed by a very distinct squeak.

And then—silence.

Logan frowned as he watched the bag.

Before he could dwell on it, footsteps echoed from the stairs.

“Hey, Logan, have you seen Patton? We were supposed to—”

Roman froze on the stairs, eyes locking in on the suitcase as something shifted inside it. His gaze lifted slowly to Logan, narrowing in suspicion.

“Logan… what’s in the suitcase?”

Logan struggled to find a natural way to pose his arms, settling on holding them behind his back. “Nothing.”

The suitcase wobbled violently.

A muffled voice—Virgil’s—yelled, “LOGAN, LET US OUT!”

Another voice—Patton’s—let out a panicked giggle, followed by, “I—oh my gosh—Virgil, I think we just—”

“DON’T SAY IT!”

Roman quirked his eyebrow as he returned his attention to Logan. “Why are Patton and Virgil in a suitcase?”

Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This was far too sloppy of a job on my part.”

The zipper jerked from the inside, and the suitcase exploded open as Patton and Virgil tumbled out onto the floor, faces bright red. Virgil scrambled away from Patton, looking anywhere but at him, while Patton hid his face behind his hands.

Roman smirked. “Well, well, well. What was going on in there?”

“NOTHING.” Virgil practically shouted.

Patton let out a nervous laugh. “Just, uh… very close quarters!”

Roman smirked. “So something did happen.”

Patton’s hand went to his lips as he watched Virgil tug up his hood over his head.

“Oh my gosh, no. Did you two kiss?” Roman burst out laughing. “You two kissed! I can’t believe it.”

“Patton!” Virgil tugged the drawstrings of his hoodie, his hood now hiding most of his face.

“We didn’t mean to.” Patton offered, sending an apologetic look Virgil’s way.

Logan sighed as he watched the three. “If they will not stay in the suitcase then I have only one other possible solution.” He climbed into the suitcase himself, reaching for the zipper.

“Logan, wait.” Virgil moved closer, glancing to Patton, nodding discreetly at Roman and then at the suitcase.

Patton’s eyes widened, a grin forming on his face before he schooled it into a neutral expression.

“If you’re going to zip yourself away at least take Roman with you.”

Logan’s eyebrows furrowed before realization dawned on her face. He held out his arms to stop them but Virgil and Patton easily overtook Roman, stuffing him into the suitcase along with Logan, zipping the suitcase up.

Logan and Roman’s face heated up as they shifted in the suitcase.

“This is the least romantic thing I��ve ever done.” Roman murmured, pushing against Logan’s chest to give himself a bit more room.

Logan huffed, adjusting his glasses even as his arms were pinned awkwardly against the suitcase’s interior. “I would argue that this is not romantic at all, Roman.”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Roman said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just two grown men, practically nose-to-nose, locked in a suitcase together. Nothing romantic about that.”

“What was that? You want it to be more romantic?” Virgil teased. “Patton, help me turn this onto its side.”

“Onto it’s-” Logan’s eyes blew wide. “Wait!”

The suitcase shifted, Logan and Roman’s lips crashing together as Logan fell against the princely side. 

Roman was the first to react, letting out a muffled yelp as he jerked back—or at least tried to. There wasn’t much to escape.

Logan’s brain short-circuited for a second before he quickly recalibrated. “This is—” He cleared his throat, pushing himself up, voice coming out slightly strained. “This is an objectively poor use of space.”

From outside the suitcase, Patton let out a loud gasp, hands flying to his cheeks. “Oh my gosh.”

Virgil howled with laughter, stumbling back as he held his stomach. “I—I was joking—I didn’t think it would actually—oh my—did you two actually just—”

“Oh, let us out already, Scara-more!”

“Now we’re even.” Virgil snickered but quickly unzipped the suitcase. Roman practically tumbled out onto the floor, scrambling to put as much distance between himself and Logan as possible. Logan, meanwhile, sat up with a bit more composure, straightening his tie.

“Even? Even? I was never involved with your kiss, how was that even?” Roman argued.

Logan shook his head with a soft sigh. “Let us never speak of this again.”

“Never again.” Roman agreed.

Virgil leaned in close to Patton. “We’re never going to let them live it down are we?”

Patton grinned. “Not a chance.”

patton: stifling your emotions is really bad

logan, shoving his emotions into a suitcase: unfortunate

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This is my master post which should contain all my current multi-chapter fics and a few of my one shots. My Ao3 however should have all the works I have ever done. I only write Sanders Sides fanfics so if that's what you're looking for then I hope there's something for you you here in my personal master post. (Also I would be open to requests for certain dynamics for one shots for the sanders sides characters if that's something anyone would like)

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Glass-says:

Virgil’s best friend, Patton, isn’t exactly alive—he’s a ghost. But he’s no ordinary spirit. While Virgil is the only one who can hear and feel him, Patton’s ghostly form only becomes visible when someone wears his old glasses. So far, Virgil has kept Patton’s existence a secret, but secrets don’t stay hidden forever. And as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat…

(Prinxiety and Logicality centered)

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Pane-fully Obvious:

Virgil's best friend Patton is a ghost that only Virgil can see and hear through the use of his friend's glasses until suspicion leads others to stumble upon the friendly spirits presence.

(Prinxiety and Logicality centered)(Rewrite of original Glass-says)

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Contact Not Found:

After the events of Glass-says/Pane-fully Obvious the group is left dealing with grief amongst other things. Patton and Janus must learn to adjust after what happened at the lake and do so tentatively with each other's help.

(Prinxiety, Logicality, Loceit and Moceit centered)(Second part of Glass-says/Pane-fully Obvious)

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Power Struggle:

Roman Prince didn’t plan on walking home in the rain after his first hero fight, dressed only in his boxers, mask, and boots. And he certainly hadn’t expected his invisibility to give out on him while he was either. But that’s what happens when you’re stuck sharing your powers with your troublesome twin.

(Prinxiety centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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Spying on our Thoughts:

In a world where soulmates can hear each other’s thoughts when close enough, three spies—Patton, Roman, and Logan—are assigned to infiltrate a dangerous mafia trio: Janus "The Serpent" Deangelo, Virgil "The Viper" Storm, and Remus "The Rattler" Prince. Their mission is clear: gather intel, uncover the mafia's secrets, and take them down from within.

But things quickly spiral out of control when the spies discover that the mafia members are, in fact, their soulmates. Now, they must juggle their undercover roles with the delicate challenge of keeping their soulmate connections a secret—not just from the mafia, but from the agency they work for. Every shared thought is a risk, every moment of closeness an opportunity for their identities to be exposed.

As thoughts cross wires and secrets are whispered across minds, Patton, Roman, and Logan must navigate a whirlwind of misunderstandings, awkward moments, and unexpected emotional connections. With their mission on the line and the danger of exposure ever-present, the three spies are caught between their duty and their hearts in Spying on Our Thoughts—a story of secrets, lies, and soulmates who can’t seem to stay apart.

(Prinxiety, Intrulogical and Moceit centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Dimensional:

Virgil didn’t choose to become Thomas’s anxiety, and he certainly didn’t choose to be teleported between dimensions. Every jump thrusts him into a world where the counterparts of the sides he knows are often unfamiliar, unpredictable, and sometimes hostile. These encounters have left Virgil guarded, unwilling to share his struggles with anyone.

But the constant isolation and burden of being the only Virgil across dimensions are taking their toll. As tensions rise and unexpected alliances form, Virgil faces a choice: keep suffering in silence or find a way to connect, heal, and bridge the gaps between the fractured pieces of himself and the others.

(Analogical centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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Anatomically Human:

A cryptid hunter faces a life-altering choice: reveal their groundbreaking discovery to the world or protect the cryptid from being exposed.

Logan has finally proven the existence of mer-people, but unveiling them might come at a cost he's not prepared to pay.

(Analogical centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

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Storms, Lies and Coronets:

Prince Logan, betrothed to Prince Patton for political reasons, finds his heart belonging to Prince Virgil, a prince who fears the weight of the crown he’s meant to inherit in the kingdom of Mistwyn. As Logan helps Virgil escape to his own kingdom, their growing feelings for one another become increasingly complicated. Meanwhile, Logan’s older brothers, Prince Roman and Prince Remus, are locked in a fierce competition for the crown. The kingdom’s rule goes to whichever brother finds a partner to marry first, making the stakes higher than ever. Amidst this, Prince Janus, who has a long-standing rivalry with Roman, sneaks into Roman’s kingdom to steal something of value to use as leverage against him. However, his plan backfires when Roman catches him and forces him to spy on himself for Roman’s benefit. In a surprising twist, Roman seems less interested in the crown and more in winning Janus’s heart, leaving Janus to battle his own feelings as his rivalry with Roman shifts into something unexpected. As love, ambition, and loyalty intertwine, the princes' fates become more tangled than they could ever have imagined.

(Analogical and Roceit centered)

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The Prince and the Pirate:

Logan, a gifted pirate with a painful past, is tired of being overlooked. When an unexpected opportunity arises, he seizes it. In exchange for helping Prince Virgil rescue his fiancé, Logan demands one thing: Virgil’s hand in marriage. As the two men navigate treacherous waters, Logan must confront his own struggles with trust, power, and the consequences of his gift, while Virgil grapples with the price of his rescue and an unlikely attraction to the pirate. What starts as a deal soon becomes something neither man expected.

(Analogical centered)

Chapter 1

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Repetitive Misfortune:

Janus Deangelo had his school routine down to an art: be fashionably late, annoy everyone in sight, and discreetly admire his crushes during lunch—just another predictable day in the life of a self-proclaimed troublemaker. But when he wakes up to find the same day repeating over and over, his carefully planned chaos starts to unravel. Stuck in a loop, Janus must decide if breaking free means breaking his routine… or himself.

(DLAMP centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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Just One Touch, Or Four:

Logan is reluctantly tasked with bringing his soulmates together without them realizing he knows about their bond. As the only one aware of the connection, he feels burdened by the responsibility of guiding them to each other while keeping his own involvement hidden. Though he wishes he could avoid the situation, Logan is determined to help his soulmates find each other—without revealing his bond to them.

(DLAMP centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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A Necklace for Her, But Not for Me:

Virgil, a closeted trans boy, has been begging the universe to wait to introduce him to his soulmates. Unfortunately, fate has different plans.

(LAMP centered)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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When the Light Finds Me:

Virgil is panicking. Roman is hiding. Logan is calculating. Patton is hoping.

Their necklaces are glowing, but none of them are ready to be found. When Virgil and Logan decide to fake being soulmates to avoid Roman and Patton, it seems like the perfect plan—until double dates and hidden fears push them closer to disaster. Between glowing secrets, pastel feathers, and the fragile hope of connection, these four will have to face the chaos of their own hearts.

(Analogical and Royality centered)(Reimagining of A Necklace for Her, But Not for Me)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

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A Snake's Familiar:

Janus, a cunning and ambitious witch, has spent months preparing to find the perfect familiar—a creature bound to him by magic. But when a sharp-eyed black cat catches his attention, Janus makes a fateful mistake, accidentally turning his ex-boyfriend, Virgil, into his new familiar instead. As they navigate the intricate bond forced upon them, Janus and Virgil must confront old feelings, new tensions, and the dangers of using magic outlawed in their country. Torn between duty, desire, and survival, they must come to terms with their past while facing the consequences of a spell gone awry.

(Anxceit centered)

Prologue, Chapter 1

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Witches, Familiars, and Crushes, Oh My!

Roman, a witch with a crush on Janus, and Virgil, his familiar with a secret crush on Logan, find themselves tangled in a web of magic and awkward confessions. As their feelings come to light, Remus, another witch with a fondness for chaos, adds even more mischief to the mix. It’s a night of magic, secrets, and a whole lot of crushes—what could possibly go wrong?

(Roceit and Analogical centered)

One shot

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Secure:

He was hungry, he was tired and he was sorry. Sorry before he even broke into the house. Could you blame him though? All he wanted was some sense of security, just for a while, but that's kind of hard when you're living on the streets and struggling to feed yourself every single day.

They were fed, they were wide awake and they were upset. One upset he had broken into the house. Two upset he was going to steal from them. And three upset with his current state. Should they blame him though? Doesn't everyone want and deserve at least a sense of security?

(Analogical centered)

One Shot

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Excerpts:

Steady Beats in Chaos (Analogical Doctor Who) Ao3

The Eye of the Beholder (Roceit Vampire AU) Ao3

The Clumsy Collision (Prinxiety Magic Accident AU) Ao3

Taking Time (Moceit Self Health Concern) Ao3

The Frog's Prince (Moxiety Frog Prince Situation AU) Ao3

Dreamer's License (Logince Dream AU) Ao3

This is Our Get Along Suitcase (Moxiety + Logince Shenanigans) Ao3

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Rosettahart's Masterpost

Glass-says: Virgil's best friend, Patton, is a ghost. A ghost that is somehow only able to be heard and felt by Virgil, but the trick is he can only be seen when someone wears his glasses. Virgil is currently the only one who knows about Patton, but like they always say, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

A Necklace for Her, But Not for Me: Virgil, a closeted trans boy, has been begging the universe to wait to introduce him to his soulmates. Unfortunately, fate has different plans.

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Chapter 1

Reptitive Misfortune: Janus (Deceit) Deangelo had a straightforward routine he'd follow every school day: Always be at least 5 minutes late to every class, be a jerk to everyone around him, discreetly watch his crushes during lunch period and occasionally taunt them in passing. His routine is threatened when he suddenly wakes up with powers one morning that he can't control.

Chapter 1

Dimensional: Ever since Virgil has been the embodiment of Thomas' anxiety he has been teleported between dimensions. The difference in a few of the sides counterparts has led to less than ideal interactions between Virgil and some of the others, leaving him to be more closed off. He's tired of all the jumping around, but it's become his life and he doesn't plan on telling anyone about it. Will he suffer in silence forever? Or will he find a way to settle in one of these dimensions?

Chapter 1

Rewrite: Roman, Logan, Virgil and Patton all have their problems to deal with, but they will soon find out that there are some things that they can't get through on their own. Monster AU that I probably won't continue though I might finish up the second chapter anyways since its been a year and it's more than half way done.

A Satisfactory Night: A Secret Santa gift I wrote in 2018. Logicality fluff.

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Shh. Merperson AU

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Twin Swap au Snippet 1

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Rewrite

Summary: Roman, Logan, Virgil and Patton all have their problems to deal with, but they will soon find out that there are some things that they can't get through on their own. Monster AU

Warnings: Character Death, Self Doubts, Evil Deceit and a Homophobic Kingdom.

Chapter 1

Roman evaded the man's punch. He smirked as his opponent attempted to hit him again.

“Pulling your punches on purpose, my Regal Risotto?” Roman teased, using the momentum from his dodge to power a kick to his friend’s left side.

“Nope.” The young man replied, knocking Roman’s leg back with his right hand and punching his left shoulder with his free fist. “Just waiting for you to strike.”

Roman grabbed the upper arm that had attacked him in order to correct his balance, pulling it down forcefully to propel himself upwards and his opponent down. The attacker stumbled forward, catching himself on his hands and knees in the soft multicolored leaves.

“Looks like you win today, Princey.” The man laughed, getting up off the ground to commend Roman and extending his hand for a shake.

Roman turned to his friend, catching his breath and wiping off the sweat running down his forehead before making his way to his acquaintance. A grin graced his handsome face. At least up until the point where he tripped over a rock, falling onto his best friend and wrapping his arms around the man to soften the blow as best as he could.

“You okay?” Roman asked, worried that he had hurt his friend. He could feel their muscular physique below his own and how fast the man's heart was beating beneath his. It was probably due to the strain of training, but could it also be because of something else? His own chest was also pounding pretty hard and there was a tightness in his stomach. He propped himself up so he could look into his combatant’s mesmerizing electric blue eyes. Those eyes that were so close to his.

“Better than okay, Princey,” the man chuckled, smiling up at Roman.

Roman exhaled, able to breath a little easier, and pondered briefly before asking his friend, “Why do you keep calling me Princey? I’m the one who should be calling you that, if anything.”

The Prince stared back into Roman’s light brown eyes giving him a mischievous look and holding it for a moment. Roman’s chest tied itself into knots. He’d felt like this before, but he wasn’t sure what it meant. Before he could dwell on it any longer, the Prince pushed Roman off of himself, cackling and sitting up. Roman was taken aback and took a second to recover before he sat up confused, his face red.

“What did I say?” Roman exclaimed embarrassed, going over what had just happened in his head. Had he made a weird face? Was there an obvious reason for the nickname?

“Nothing.” The Prince stopped laughing, beaming at Roman.

“Royce, please?” Roman whimpered.

Royce turned his attention to the leaves and branches above him and the way the sun shone through them, becoming serious. “Roman, have you ever…” Royce paused, unsure if he should continue. He let himself fall back to the ground, giving up on his question.

“Have I ever what?” Roman leaned back till he was also laying down on the brown grass and fallen leaves. Where had Royce’s flirtatious nature gone?

“Have you ever thought about if women were allowed to like women and men were allowed to like-”

“Men?” Roman finished. He had thought about it before. The laws of the Kingdom forbade same sex romance and it was punishable by death. These relationships were extremely rare. Roman had never heard of anyone committing the crime, but the law wouldn’t be there if it had never happened before, right? How many people were actually out there hiding and suppressing these feelings? Did he have any of these feelings for a guy? He knew that he liked girls and that it was safer if he never explored the other possibility.

But what about Royce? Roman examined the Prince, the way his medium length, messy, dirty blond hair reminded him of the wet, sandy beach that held the boat... the place they would officially meet.

~A flashback~

It was his first mission with the Prince and Roman couldn't believe it! He'd been preparing for this day since he was just a little boy, training in his free time and going to every parade and festival that the Prince attended. He had applied to be a part of the Beast Enforcement Advanced Strategic Taskforce when he turned fourteen, lying about his age to get in, but he didn't meet the size requirements and was told to wait a year. After eight months he reapplied and was accepted even though he was still a little on the small side. He was strong (in both senses of the word ;)), and he wasn't going to let someone tell him what he could and could not do and the recruiter liked that about him.

A year of training passed and he was given a guarding position, tasked with fending off any monsters that tried to get into the city's walls. Most days and nights guarding though were fairly uneventful. Roman longed for adventure. Patrolling the gate seemed pale in comparison to what the Prince was doing, tracking down beasts that threatened to kill and destroy the lives of the innocent and saving damsels in distress. It was all he ever wanted and he was growing impatient as undercover reconnoitres for the B.E.A.S.T. kept drafting those around him. Why wasn't he good enough for the recruiters? He met all of the necessary requirements; the training, the discipline and okay maybe he wasn't the right age yet, but they didn't know that he was sixteen and not eighteen! So what was wrong with him? Why didn't they want him?

Roman didn't give up. He was not going to let his dream die when it was right there in front of him just barely out of reach. So he trained harder, pushing himself to the point of exhaustion. He had to take two whole weeks away from work only to come back frustrated with himself for not being good enough. This unhealthy wave of doubts ate at him for a good chunk of a year, until he finally got the letter that would put his life back on track. He was finally requested to join the B.E.A.S.T. and on top of that he was going to meet his hero, Prince Royce, who would be leading some of the new recruits (He couldn't believe he was lucky enough to be one of them!)

Sirens! His first mission was going to be taking down sirens with the Prince! This was going to be a piece of cake with a cherry to top it off. He could remember all the horrible monsters that he had studied to get where he was today and sirens weren't all that big a deal. All they would have to do was catch the pesky things in a net. It was going to be that simple and he'd easily be able to impress Prince Royce with his knowledge and natural skill at hunting beasts!

“Attention.” A quiet yet assertive voice ordered. The man's amber eyes scanned the new Beasties (Roman’s cute little nickname for them). The recruits lined up, straightening their backs and watching as the Prince ascended the stairs from behind the dark haired man.

Roman turned his attention to the royal. He was enchanted by the way the last remnants of the sunlight outlined the young man's white button up shirt from behind. The Prince seemed almost angelic by the way the light brightened the gold embellishments at his shoulders. Could it really be the Prince? He was only a little over an arms length away. This couldn't be real! Why couldn't he move and why was it getting harder and harder to breath? Roman was shaking and sweating with nerves. What had overcome him?

Prince Royce took his time to study the eight newest additions to the Taskforce. Roman held his breath and straightened up even more, focusing on the head of the man in front of him. He could feel Royce's eyes stop on his figure so he dared to make eye contact. Before he could, something from behind him stole the Prince’s gaze. The Royal tensed and a quick glance at his lips told Roman that the man wasn’t as brave as he had previously believed as they quivered for but a second. Roman wanted to turn around to see what had upset Prince Royce, a feeling of unease taking over him, but he kept his attention forward as he was ordered. Maybe just one glance wouldn’t hurt, right? No he couldn’t let all the years of training and discipline go out the window now.

“Sir Andrei, take the helm.” The Prince commanded.

The dark haired man swiftly took the wheel and the crew gathered as fog rolled into the already darkening sky, taking their places behind Roman and the others. They had to be nearing the sirens.

Roman felt himself wanting to move closer to the middle of the boat but held his ground.

“I want two crew to a new B.E.A.S.T., with the exceptions of the ropes with one crew to one recruit and below deck with one to two. I will be taking the remaining newbie myself. Crew, you know what to do. Get to your stations.” The Prince ordered.

Roman watched the organized scramble of crew members each taking a beastie and head for their different stations, unsure of what to do. Everyone kept close eyes to the water, a few prepared nets. No one dared to look away from the dark liquid that surrounded the ship. A siren could attack at any moment. Everyone was tense.

“Guess that leaves you as the unlucky newbie who gets to help me.” Prince Royce whispered into Roman’s ear, causing him to jump in surprise and nearly let out an embarrassing scream.

Roman could hardly breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest and he was overflowing with such excitement that he couldn’t hold it all back. He couldn’t focus on the mission anymore and any bad feelings were left forgotten for the moment.

“Unlucky? Me?” Roman scoffed, moving his hand that was covering his mouth to his heart.

If anything he was the luckiest person on the planet! He couldn’t help his grin or his bouncing around. All he wanted to do was kneel on one knee with the Prince’s hand in between his and assure him of his greatness that far exceeded the word great. How dare the Prince doubt himself! Roman would fight off all those who thought this man to be anything less than what he really was!

“Noonewouldbeunluckytobeinyourpresenceandanyonewhosaysotherwiseisundeservingofyourattention!YouarethemostbeautifulbeingIhaveeverhadthepleasureoflayingmyeyesonandmostpreciousof-” Roman gushed, hardly realizing that he had grabbed the Royal’s hand in the middle of his ramblings.

“Stop right there and please take a deep breath. You look like you could pass out from lack of oxygen at any moment.” Royce laughed, holding Roman’s hand back.

Roman tried to take in a few breaths but was having trouble as his passion was still burning inside of him and he still had a lot more to say. The Prince gently led him over to the stairs, taking his hand from Roman’s in order to wrap an arm around around him to keep him upright.

Roman was ready to faint. He felt really lightheaded. He couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Like seriously, the Prince was holding him up! Heat rushed to his face. Was all of this really happening? Cause if so this was better than a dream come true, if that was even possible.

“Dallas, you are in charge while I get this man some water. If there are any signs of the sirens send someone immediately to get me from my quarters.” The Prince’s voice sounded kind of muffled to Roman.

“Of course your highness.” The man at the helm responded.

Prince Royce led Roman slowly down the stairs, his right arm behind Roman and his left hand holding his. It was too hard for Roman to focus on anything other than his head, so the assistance was much needed. He almost toppled over at one point but the fall wouldn’t have been too bad as they were almost at the bottom anyways. Royce opened the door in front of them and led him to the long, light grey couch to the right of the door.

“Lay down before you faint, I’ll get you a glass of water.”

Roman did as he was told even though he still wasn’t sure about what was going on. He closed his eyes, trying to comprehend everything. He was on a couch in the captain’s quarters in his B.E.A.S.T. uniform. This was his first official mission. They were taking out some sirens and the Prince was leading them… The Prince had brought him to his quarters on the ship. Wait… The Prince brought him here!? Roman shook his head. That was not possible. He was more likely dreaming, if anything.

“Here you go, drink up. Some water should help.”

Roman sat up, accepting the glass of water. “Thank you.” He downed some of it then glanced over at the Royal before inhaling some water, causing him to cough and his face to go bright red.

“Woah, are you okay there?” The man grabbed his arms, concerned, but laughed it off as Roman’s coughing slowed.

“You’re… You’re…” Roman stuttered unable to say the words out loud. If he did that meant this was really happening and that he had said all that stuff and-

“Prince Royce?”

Roman grasped the man's arms back, trying to breath and compose himself. He brought up his gaze slowly, taking the Prince in, and then their eyes met. This was really happening. Roman knew those eyes anywhere and he was finally able to see them closer. They were gorgeous. The two held eye contact for a few more moments until Royce cleared his throat and looked away shyly. Before Roman could muster up the courage to talk to his hero, a window behind the desk in the middle of the room swung open. A slim, slimy, feminine hand reached in before pulling the rest of its body up to reveal a beautiful yet slightly fishy siren, it had dark wet hair and big, lonely, pleading eyes.

“Help me?” The siren sang with those plump, kissable, blue lips. Roman couldn’t help it. The poor thing looked scared and needed his help. He made his way to the hopeless creature. He was dazed by and drawn to her. Right before Roman could grab her hand and pull her in Royce slammed the window shut. A large wave tilted the boat and set Royce off balance, sending him barreling into Roman and the rough floorboards.

“Roman?”

~The present~

“Roman?” A concerned, confused and slightly pained voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Is something wrong, my Kimchi Fried Rice with Extra Greens?” Roman replied, still a little out of it.

“I'm not a rice dish Roman! I have feelings that I shouldn't have as the Prince… feelings that I shouldn't have as a guy, so why do I?” Royce turned over onto his side, facing away from Roman.

What feelings was his best friend referring to? They were just talking about same sex relationships… did Royce like another guy? Who could it be? And why was Roman getting upset? Was he jealous? But that would only mean that he did in fact have feelings for the Prince! None of these questions or realizations mattered at this moment, he could think about it all later.

Roman moved closer to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I know you're not a meal composed of rice my Scallop and Mushroom Risotto with Truffle Oil, and I'll always be by your side no matter who you love!”

“I-” Royce started, rolling over to make eye contact with Roman.

Their faces were now only inches apart and the Prince's knees and lower legs were against the other’s chest. Roman’s heart was ready to explode. He was caught off guard and scared for whatever was going to happen next, but he needed to know if Royce was going to say what he thought he was going to say.

“Yes?” Roman whispered, trying not to stare at his friends lips and how he bit down on the bottom one.

“I never answered your question.”

Roman couldn't bring himself to look up into the handsome blue eyes in front of him, but that didn't matter because Royce pushed his chin up until he did.

“I call you Princey because… I-”

“Prince Royce?” Dallas called out with a hint of concern.

Both Roman and his Wild Rice Bowl with Red Lentil, Curry and Spinach started at the sudden interruption and were on their feet in a mere second. (It was rather impressive. *ahem*) The two quickly brushed off dirt and leaves from themselves. Roman caringly reached over to pick a leaf from Royce’s hair that he hadn’t gotten. Their eyes met each other’s then lowered to the other’s lips before the clearing of Dallas’ throat interrupted them. They both jumped away from the other, their eyes going wide. Royce composed himself a little more and worriedly forced his attention to his advisor.

“I apologize for my interruption, but a vampire has been reported not too far beyond the gate.” The man advised the two of them. “There was only one so we don’t need too many men but I wanted to alert you before we send anyone else out. I was thinking maybe the three of us would be enough to take care of the threat.”

“Of course. No need to send out an unnecessary amount of men for one vampire.” Royce responded, untying his horse’s lead from a low tree branch. Roman followed suit. The three mounted their horses and quickly made their way to the gates.

A vampire, really? Ugh, why did a vampire have to choose now of all times to rear its ugly head? Really, like its timing could not have been more perfect to ruin such a heartfelt moment, and they were just getting somewhere, too. No matter. It wouldn’t take long to find and kill the monster.

After making it past the gate, the three searched the forest. It didn’t take long before they had to ditch their horses, as the trees were getting denser in the direction they were informed the beast had fled.

“We’re going to have to split up from here if we’re going to find this thing. I’ll take the middle, Dallas, you’ll take the right, and Roman... that leaves you with the left.” Royce instructed, sounding frustrated.

“Are you sure Royce? I mean-” Roman started, unsure if that was the smartest idea. Vampires weren’t too hard to deal with, but by one’s self...

“Of course he’s sure. We’ll find it quicker this way, and we can always call out to each other if we find it.” Dallas interjected.

Royce nodded, giving Roman as reassuring a look as he could, but Roman could see the quiver of his friends lips.

Dallas headed off a little to the right. Roman gave a confident smile to Royce, hoping that it might make him more sure of himself.

“I bet you I can find it first.” Roman ventured slyly, causing Royce to smile back.

“Okay, but if I find it first you have to stop calling me the names of different rice dishes.” Royce smirked, whispering into Roman’s ticklish ear.

“Fine, but if I win you have to tell me why you keep calling me Princey.” Roman laughed back.

“Deal.”

The two shook hands, hesitantly turning back to the forest. Roman went straight in. The sun was almost set and this deformity needed to be taken care of. No one could get away with stealing Roman’s precious time!

Unfortunately the last of the sunlight quickly left, leaving Roman searching in the dark forest by himself all too soon. Maybe it wouldn’t have been that bad if they had gotten more B.E.A.S.T.s to join them. Or at least the other two, because Roman was doing fine on his own and it was the others he was worried about. Definitely.

It was getting colder, and a shiver ran down his spine as he heard something make contact with the leaves on the ground. Roman pulled out his sword, beginning to feel queasy. The little forest noises here and there set him off, causing him to clench his weapon harder in his grasp. Why had they split up? It was stupid of them to think they could take it on by themselves. Something was moving in his gut. It felt like stuff was touching him all over, but nothing actually was. He let out shaky breaths. Why couldn’t he be somewhere safe? Why’d he let the others go off like that? What if the vampire had already gotten them? What if he was its last target? Royce had to be okay. He just had to! Roman listened, horrified, as he heard someone let out a dreadful, pained,  scream.

“ROYCE!” a second voice yelled from not too far away.

Roman, hearing the scream, rushed through the trees towards the one who had let out the haunting sound, just hoping that the Prince wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be! So why was his stomach tied in knots? Roman crashed through the brush into a small, dimly lit clearing. His heart that had previously been beating alarmingly fast  skipped a few beats as he fell to his knees next to the lifeless body.