#I’m really happy with how Roman and Logan turned out

[chaoswithcausation]

Happy Birthday, Patton!!

#I’m really happy with how Roman and Logan turned out #I might tweak Virgil’s color palette in the future though #He seems a lil too pale to me :/ #gotta get this man some sunlight #patton sanders #happy birthday patton #tss patton #remus sanders #sanders sides remus #ts remus #tss remus #intruality #intended to be platonic but I mean whatever floats your boat #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #ts logan #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus #ts patton #sanders sides patton #sanders sides fanart #sanders sides

[romeulusroy]

Gossamer Pt. 1 (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,404

Inspired By: Running Away by Genevieve Stokes

A/N: He is so baby boy!!!!! I love him!!!! Anyways, I'm really happy with this fic. I've been itching to write for him and I am so glad with how this turned out. It takes place at Shiv and Tom's wedding btw! 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gossamer Pt. 2 / Gossamer Pt. 3

He isn’t sure where to put his hands. They’re jittery, unsure, grazing the fabric of your best clothes, your back, your waist, hips, until you settle them at your sides. No words are passed between you. This, like everything, goes unspoken between you. Light, warm, his thumb rubbing back and forth. Be still, you want to urge him, no one is going to hurt you. But you don’t say a thing. Instead your head rests on his shoulder, taking in him. His scent (rich, sharp, something he must have stolen from his brother - unlike his warm, comforting self), the beat of his heart (frantic, like the wings of a hummingbird), his breathing (shallow, trying not to take up space). You sway as one, the dance floor almost empty. Everyone has gone or is going, grabbing their purses, their dates, one last drink. The groom and bride, along with the rest of the party, have retreated to their rooms, a loved one on their arm, buzzing with bourbon and business as usual. Forbidding that kind of talk, even for one night, would be sacrilegious.  Scandalous, as is this dance. Instead, you ask that he give it a rest for just one song. No trades, no deals, no patricide, nothing, just you and him. His features melted at your request, words leaving him in that moment, nothing but a small nod and a hand held out to guide you in response. Slowly you rocked, side to side, your hands clasped around his back. Beneath the suit, the wealth, the spokes of his spine welcome you with open arms. You want to see his face, read what he’s thinking about, but you don’t move a muscle. Too rarely do you get to do this: slow down. Be with him. Get him all to yourself. 

You know, if your father, one of his many wives, saw you, they’d go straight to Logan. Or worse, weaponize it at a later date. Blackmail you, or him, both. As if he can hear your thoughts, his grip gets harder. Needier. Not a lot, not a lot, but enough to notice, as if he’s scared you’ll flee. As if you’ll take off any second and leave him standing there all alone, his arms still outstretched around a ghost. You squeeze him, just a bit, before easing up. I’m not going anywhere. You made sure they had gone long before, escorting your father yourself, unsteady on his own feet. An army of empty glasses sat in front of him. Get him to bed, Wife #4 whispered, as if this was the first time you’d done this. Leading him out, not before thanking the bride and her father for inviting you. What was the saying? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. Logan acknowledged the situation very little, but kept an eye on you all the way to the door. Ammunition. Your siblings off on their own, in their own collective worlds, leaving you to clean up the mess. The drink in his hand smashing against the wall, a fit of rage passing in seconds, mumbling a slur of words before closing his eyes, laying his head back against the pillow. In the midst of this, a part of you was glad you warned him not to follow. Too many eyes, too many to take notice. Besides, it was humiliating, picking up shards of glass from the carpet. His wife pulled off his shoes, not daring to look at you. It wasn’t until you’d found your way back did you notice a line of red pooling in your palm. Blood. You must’ve cut yourself on the glass. Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to be watching, waiting, but those puppy-dog eyes widened and you knew it was too late. Quietly, you walked to the bathroom, he just a few paces behind. It doesn’t hurt, the first thing you say, and then, it’s not even that bad. Reassure him. He works nervously, delicately, holding your hand under running water. 

It aches now though, only slightly, the more you flex it against his back. Anyone could have seen him, anyone could have mentioned it to your fathers or siblings. Anyone could have done anything, but that wouldn’t have stopped him. The sight of blood made him queasy, you knew that, and yet as the red blotted the white towel, running pink under the water, he was nothing but steady. Dads, am I right? You could hear him saying it now, that little chuckle of his added at the end, masking the shake of fear in his voice. You just shook your head, feeling stupid, silly. Childish. Had he aimed the drink at you? Missing only because he was seeing double. Had that anger been reserved for anyone or was it a general meanness? You shrug at the thought now, only hours old. It’s not worth it to fret. You rub your cheek against his shoulder, letting your head fall to the side. Back and forth, the world slows only for you. The chairs, the tables, the waiters cleaning up spilled drinks and dirty dishes. You shouldn’t be out in the open like this. Not where there are still wandering eyes. And yet, you don’t care enough to stop. Let them say whatever they want, this dangerous thought sits heavy in your mind. It won’t make him like you. It won’t make Logan like him. It won’t change anything, not really. They have their favorites, their toy soldiers. You’re extra. Spare parts. A scapegoat. Neither would let either of you take over, be daddy's favorite, so why put up with it? You know why, you think. For those few passing seconds of love and admiration that feel so violent it leaves a proverbial bruise. Oh, yeah. 

Gerri found you. His hand rests on your cheek, wiping a tear away. A stupid, fragile tear. You would have wiped it away, but you hadn’t noticed it had fallen. You could feel the warmth of his skin, cool of the bathroom air when it left. She managed something you couldn’t hear. He froze, not wanting to leave you, not wanting to disobey his father. Go on, you insisted, I’m okay. I’m just being sensitive, you wanted to add, though it wasn’t in your voice, but someone far angrier. Too sensitive. How many times had you heard that growing up? How many times had that been thrown in your face? He wouldn’t have agreed. He would have fought you on the matter, the only time he would have raised his voice at you. Gerri stayed back a second, looking you up and down. You came from a long line of cheaters, liars, drunks - worse. The only thing you had was your bloodline, your family name. That kind of thing bought you respect. Everyone expected someone different when they looked at you, as if they knew you weren’t one of them. A fluke, maybe. A disappointment. You could see her thinking it before she left, the door slamming behind her. 

His breathing has slowed, at least a little his thumb has stopped. He’s leaned into you more, letting himself relax. How badly you wanted to bottle this moment up, collect it, put it on a shelf to collect dust. Years down the line you’d reach for it again, reliving it as if it never stopped. As if the song never stopped. But of course, it did. And he was the first to pull away. Not unkindly. Softly, his grasp lowered until his arms were at his side. Then a small step back, until you were face to face with him. Those bright, sad brown eyes watching you, waiting for a reaction. You were the only two left. You gave him a small smile, a thank you, before quickly wishing him a goodbye. It was awkward, you were awkward. Too attached. Whatever you had, or thought you had, couldn’t happen. You could try to pretend it wasn’t important, that your fathers acceptance wouldn’t matter, but it did. You sensed that Roman felt the same way. So, you left. One quick glance back and there he stood, stooped shoulders, the last one left. How he wished you knew how badly he wanted to chase after you, make you stay with him forever, regardless of what anyone thought. Vow never to leave him again. But this was life, and no one ever said it was fair.

#kendall is baby girl and roman is baby boy #writing #roman roy #roman roy fic #roman roy x reader #roman roy imagine #succession #succession fic #succession x reader #succession imagine #roman roy x gender neutral reader #series

[ask-nico-and-the-sides]

A frog for our scarfy boy. Look how happy he is that you like him!!!

(Srry anonimous doesnt allow for pics)

Patton: Uh, frog facts… okay! I’m taking a page out of Logan’s book today!

Logan: You’re the one with frog knowledge, bud.

Patton: Okay, so. *ahem* The term “frog” is actually rather diverse among species, but what we all have in common is our “status” as small, tailless amphibians. Which means yeah, like Janus, I’m cold blooded. Hey look, we’re really not that different!

Janus: Cheers.

Patton: But even with that, there are some species of frogs that can turn mostly frozen during winter to hibernate and come out completely fine- I can’t do that, but that’d be cool. Also, theoretically speaking, I guess I could live underwater for a few months and come back and be fine.

Roman: We would miss you!

Patton: I can keep going, but admin is bored of researching frogs.

Nico: I feel like I’ve learned a lot. :)

Thomas: It’s weird having Patton teach.

Logan: THOMAS I AM NOT THE ONE WITH THE INFORMATION ABOUT FROGS

#sanders sides #patton sanders #knowing that frogs are cold blooded would’ve been nice to know

[typically-untypical]

I was thinking of Loceit in mind, but I guess Roman works too? But polyglot Logan, maybe still tired or sleepy, accidentally ordering in two languages in one sentence. The barista, Janus or Roman, is Intrigued but also amused :-]

You asked for Loceit so I shall give you Loceit.

Seducing the Nerd

Five in the god forsaken morning wasn’t an appropriate time for any sentient being to be awake, at least, that was Janus’ belief. He held that belief very strongly, and yet here he was. Did he really need this job? Did he really need to be standing in front of a cash register for a job he hated? What made things worse was this wasn’t even the beginning of his shift. He had already been here for thirty minutes, setting up the ovens, warming up the coffee maker and brewing the first batch. Who in their right mind would come to a coffee shop this early in the morning, certainly not anyone with an ounce of sense. Then again, he worked in customer service. He was sure he rarely got the chance to meet the mythic customer with sense.

“One coffee and one bagel with… fuck, what’s the word?” The man in front of him looked exhausted and he waved his hand in a floundering motion as if that would somehow get Janus to understand what he meant. “Geléia?” Considering Janus had no idea what that meant, he assumed that wasn’t the word this man was looking for. Apparently the customer knew it too, because he ran a hand through his black hair, looking Janus in the eyes. It was also far too early in the morning for Janus to be feeling this gay. Those blue eyes were beautiful, and Janus did enjoy a man who could speak multiple languages.

“The… the stuff… with fruit. You spread it on a bagel after you put on the cream cheese.” The man sighed and his shoulders dropped in defeat. “Sorry, it’s too early.” Finally, someone who was speaking a bit of sense. 

Janus couldn’t help but snort, grabbing a coffee cup. He wasn’t good at flirting, but he was good at cool condescension with a bit of sweetness. Hopefully that would keep this nerd talking, because Janus was into it. “Do you mean jelly?”

“Yes!” The man snapped and a small smile slid onto his face. “Jelly, I… what language did I even say that in?” His eyes looked a bit off as if he was trying to figure something out, mouthing the word. “Was that Portuguese? I’m… I’m learning Portuguese but that’s not even one of the two languages I speak. I don’t even know how I would know that word.” His smile shifted, something soft and sheepish. Yep, definitely too early for Janus to be catching the gay.

He turned around quick to get the coffee. Janus was happy to listen to the polyglot with wrapped attention as he attempted to figure out how he had managed to forget a word in two languages he spoke but remember it in another he didn’t. It was hard not to laugh, and even harder not to be interested. “We all do strange things this early in the morning,” He said, holding out the cup for the man to take.

“Yes… Yes we do.” The customer looked a bit sheepish at his mistake, but there was still the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. Fascinating, multiple languages and he still couldn’t find the right words. Janus brushed his fingers across the side of the cup, putting on his best actual smile, not the fake customer service one he normally used. There was a silence between them that spoke volumes, and Janus was far too curious for his own good, but he continued to play it calm and cool, allowing his hand to drop back to the counter. 

“Can I get a name…” He let the silence hang for a few moments, allowing the other man to make his assumptions before Janus continued “for the bagel?”

Logan looked around at the empty shop, eyebrow raised, so Janus wans’t as smooth as he thought, sue him. It was still far too early in the morning. However, the customer nodded, setting the coffee back on the counter as he went to reach for his wallet out of his back pocket. “Logan,” He said, “My name is Logan.”

“Thank you Logan.” Janus wrote the name on one of their paper bags before returning to the cash register. He rung Logan out, taking the payment and the receipt before using his nail to draw a small circle on it. He also wrote a single number at the top. “I’d appreciate it if you took the survey, and here you’ll see that I circled my name. It’s Janus, by the way.”

Logan took the receipt and nodded. He looked down at it quizzically, forming the name silently on his lips before nodding accepting that he… had it memorized? Honestly Janus was just making assumptions at this point, but it felt like a good assumption, and if Logan was trying to memorize his name, that was a good sign too. “And what about this number.” Good, he was asking the important questions. 

Janus shrugged with a little smirk. He had to play it cool, suave, he couldn’t let this man know how the slight quirk of his smile was extremely cute and endearing. “It’s part of our rewards program. If you come six more times while I’m on shift, you’ll get my number.”

Once again the other man raised his eyebrow at Janus’ antics but that stupid little smile was hiding underneath it all. That, Janus could read, it was so obvious, shouting to Janus ‘I know your secrets’. Two could play at that game though. He was about to speak again, ad some little caveat when Logan opened his mouth instead. “Interesting, so I only need to come back six more times until I have the full number?”

“That is correct, but it does have to be while I’m on shift.” None of his coworkers would believe Logan if he came in asking for Janus’ number, which was fine, Janus preferred to keep his private life a secret anyway.

“And do you always work the early shift?” Logan was pulling out his own phone, and Janus could see he was opening up the notes app to type something in. Oh, oh he was seriously going to come back, just to get Janus’ phone number… was he really?

“Everyday except for Tuesdays and Wednesdays.” Janus smiled, if only to hide his nervousness. Logan nodded, looking up at Janus with those eyes that suddenly had a lot more clarity for the early morning hour.

“Noted.” Logan finally smiled and nodded, “I will have to come back every morning then. Seems I might have found a reason to be up this early.” 

Janus was desperate to hide the blush that was forming on his face, desperate to pretend he was still in control of this situation and hadn’t fallen for a set of midnight blue eyes. Swallowing, he nodded, forcing his shoulders to relax as he leaned against the bar ‘nonchalantly’. “Seems like it,” he whispered in a voice he hoped sounded calm and cool.

Logan just smiled and left.

Maybe this job wasn’t so bad.

#Untypical Creations #sanders side fic #Fan fic #Janus Sanders #Logan Sanders #Loceit #Fluff #pre relationship #they are gay your honor #I'm sorry to my tag list I'm not at home so I don't have easy access to it T_T

[simpofmanymen]

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day and she’s never received any cards or messages from anyone…until now.

(was listening to This is what falling in love feels like- JVKE and needed to write this, also Janus is funner to write lying all the time, beside when he's trying not to)

{Ships: poly sander sides x g/n reader}

Valentine's day, I never really had any opinions on it. I've never really been with anyone on it, or gotten anything, of course in elementary but, you were made to give those out. I mean I've never gotten anything that means something, i don't hate it i just have never gotten the chance to feel anything. So when I woke up that morning to my boyfriend Patton cooking pancakes I didn't think much, but. The heart shaped pancakes did throw me off, “you ready for today?” he said as his bubbly self, “ Is today special or something?” that earned me a gasp from everyone, “it's valentine's day!!!” “ah..” roman looked at me confused, “my dear y/n do you not enjoy valentines day?” I gave a breathy chuckle, “I don't really know how i feel about it” “agreed y/n, just another holiday” “JUST ANOTHER HOLIDAY'' everyone started yelling at Logan, me and Virgil laughed softly. I had finished my breakfast after a couple refills and decided to go over to the couch, a snake decided to join us walking down the stairs, “hi Jan” “horrible to see you this morning” he respond, I smiled softly before turning the TV on to set up my F/S that I need to finish. When I heard a roman run in and snatch my phone (we lost the real remote..) “no no no, romantic movie my love” I sighed softly looking over to Janus with an annoyed face, he rolled his eyes back at me. Everyone started to pile in. I ended up being cuddled by Patton, cuddling Virgil, Remus in my lap, and sitting in Logan's lap. Roman was sitting next to my leg, Remy with a blanket around him and laying his head on Thomas who were both sitting on Patton's side of the couch. Roman put on some romance I've never bothered watching. I layed back more on Logan and gave him a peck on the jawline, a mistake. “Hey babyyyy i wanna kiss to!” Patton looked up at me saying, “me tooooooo” Remus says, before then everyone (who would say it) was chiming in wanting a kiss too. I groaned and grabbed onto the Logan, “nooooo im comfyyyyy, Logan save meeeee” “THAT'S MY JOB” roman said crossing his arms like a child. I giggled into Logan's neck. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chin on top of my head, jealous noises everywhere. {time skip} after the movie was over I ended up mostly in the same cuddle position as before. Me, Jan, Logan, and Virgil were the only ones awake at that point. So comfortable, I woke up Remus softly (he was on my legs nnefneufiuefibfb) he ended up waking up everyone. Patton and Logan got up to make lunch, I finally got to my F/S, “lunch!” Patton half yelled, we all sat around the table, roman and Patton stood up. “We have something special for all of you!” roman said, “WE MADE CARDS!” Patton said. They passed out cards with everyone's logos, yours and Thomas's just had hearts with your F/Cs. you opened yours “you make us all smile, we love you, we love your laugh, your insecurities, we love your face, we love everything you hate, we love you so much. Thank you for coming into our lives.” butterflies <3 just butterflies <3 Happy tears? Yes. I started softly giggling as tears streamed down my face. Patton walked over and hugged me, are you ok? Are you good? Could be heard throughout the table, a lot of us got emotional from our messages. I gave Patton a kiss, and nuzzled him softly. We all ended up finishing lunch and going back to cuddling on the couch. I think I’m going to like Valentine's Day from now on. 

#janus sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #remy sanders #sander sides x reader #sander sides roman #sander sides logan #sander sides fic #sander side virgil

[trashyswitch]

Day 25: Gang Tickles

Thomas Sanders is experiencing burn out, and needs some sort of break. Logan calls up the other sides, having seemingly prepared for this moment a while back. And thankfully, it ends up being exactly what Thomas needs.

I'm a day laaaaate...fuck. Whatever...it's here. Have it. Hope you enjoy.

Thomas had been struggling mentally for a while. It’s been tough trying to keep on top of his new video series’, while also trying to get Sanders Sides videos put together on the side. The man needed a break…badly. 

Thomas put his laptop down onto the table and headed to the kitchen for a snack. If he was going to try and feel better, he needed a good snack to do it. 

“If you’re looking for a good snack choice, mind if I provide a suggestion?” Someone said behind him. 

Thomas turned around, and smiled a bit at the man in the tie and glasses. “Sure.” Thomas replied. 

“Crofters sandwich.” Logan told him. 

Thomas smiled brightly and pulled out a wrapper filled with bagels. “I’ll do you one better: Crofters bagel sandwich.” He said.

Logan smirked. “Oooh, good choice.” He replied. Thomas removed a bagel from the bag and opened it up before putting it into his toaster. He leaned against the toaster, looking somewhat bored as he waited for the toaster to finish cooking his bagel. 

Logan noticed his look of dissatisfaction. “Hmm…It would appear that your daily battle of ‘adulting’ is driving you closer to burn out.” Logan told him. 

Thomas sighed. “You couldn’t be more correct.” Thomas replied. 

“Though I know a distraction is needed, I don’t believe a day of chores will help in this specific circumstance.” Logan mentioned. “Shall I consult Patton?” Logan asked. 

Thomas chuckled. “Sure.” He replied. 

“Very well. Patton?” Logan called. 

“Hiya kiddo!” Patton declared, before giving Logan a hug. “Kiddo #1…” Patton kissed Logan’s cheek before running up to Thomas. “And kiddo #2!” Patton declared. 

Thomas took the hug and kiss, before looking at Patton with surprise, but slight eagerness. “Hi, Patton. What are you so happy about?” Thomas asked. “I’m just really happy to see you two!” He admitted. 

Thomas narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh…” Thomas muttered. 

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Patton…What are in your pockets?” He asked. 

Patton giggled and took a couple fuzzy peaches out of his pocket. “...Fuzzy peaches.” He replied. 

Logan sighed. “Okay…” He mumbled. 

Patton groaned. “But I was hungry…” he whined. 

Logan cleared his throat. “Thomas is feeling down, and I don’t know how to help.” Logan admitted. 

Patton looked at Thomas. “Oh, my sweet baby…” He cupped Thomas’s cheeks and gave Thomas another hug. “Not to worry, Logie-bear. I know the perfect remedy for days like this.” Patton replied. “It’s a remedy that’s often recommended by Dr. Picani, and it has a 95% success rate!” Patton added. 

Logan narrowed his eyes. “There is no such remedy that could present such odds.” Logan mentioned. “That’s because you’re not thinking outside the box!” Patton reacted. “But Roman, however…” Patton whistled like he would a puppy, and watched as Roman rose up into the kitchen. 

Well…more like a cardboard box…but a cardboard box that a wild Roman had quickly jumped out of! “Never, ever fear…For thy Roman is here~” Roman declared. 

Logan hummed. “I understand what you mean by ‘thinking outside the box’ now.” Logan replied. 

Roman took Thomas’s phone from the kitchen counter and called someone. “Mind coming up? We’re ready for Operation giggle-thon!” Roman declared. 

“Here.” Virgil said in front of Thomas. 

“Sneaky snake reporting for duty.” Janus declared. 

“Would feathers be allowed?” Remus asked, holding up about 10 feathers. 

“Spoilers, Remus.” Roman mumbled. 

Thomas widened his eyes as he saw the feathers, as well as the gang together. Uh oh…This is not good.

Logan smirked. “On three.” 

Patton smirked and wiggled his fingers. “One…” 

Virgil wiggled his fingers as well. “Twooo…” 

Thomas squeaked and tried to run away, but was stopped by Patton and Roman. “Three!” Roman declared before picking up Thomas in his hands, bridal-style. “Operation Giggle-tron!” Roman declared. 

Before Thomas could comprehend it, 5 of the sides had started tickling him! The 5 sides all started off by tickling his belly, earning them a squeal of surprise and fits of laughter from their main man. “eeEEEEEHEEEEEK! BAAAhahahahahahaha!” Thomas laughed, shaking his head as he attempted to cover up his belly. But alas, it was a fruitless attempt. Nothing could stop those 10 hands from tickling his sensitive tummy. 

But then, things REALLY started when the boys dispersed to different spots. 

Logan tickled up and down his left ribs, while Virgil tickled the right side of his ribs. This alone made Thomas’s voice go up an octave. “WAHAHAIT! Cohohome ohohon!” Thomas laughed, wiggling around a slight bit more. 

Roman smiled brightly as he watched Patton tickle Thomas’s very sensitive neck. “Pahahat ihihif yohou somuchas-” Thomas wheezed and leaned his head back right as Patton’s fingers touched down. “PAHAHAT-” Thomas let out several giggles at once, making him sound almost like a witch for a moment. “HAHAHAHA- DAMMIHIHIHIT!” Thomas cackled, loosely covering his mouth with his hand. 

Remus had taken out his phone and started recording the entire thing so he had blackmail material for Thomas’s friends. And Janus…oh boy…Janus was just watching all this take place, more happier to both narrate Remus’s video AND tease Thomas at the same time. 

“So out of all the spots on your person…what is the most ticklish spot?” Janus asked him. 

“SHUHUT UHUHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas cackled. 

“Ah, I see. I suppose I’m gonna have to guess.” Janus replied. “So...When I say the spot, I want the person tickling that spot to keep going. But everyone else must stop.” Janus decided. 

“Okay!” They all said at once. 

“Okay. We’ll start with Virgil on…” Janus looked at his hands in front of him, which were both out in the shape of an L. “Right side.” Janus said. 

“Wow…You actually know your right from your left.” Virgil said with a smirk as Logan and Patton stopped tickling. “So tell me, Thomas…how bad is this spot?” Janus asked casually…too casually. 

“Bahahahad ehenohohohough!” Thomas admitted. 

“Hmm…” Janus wrote [R. Ribs: giggly/10] in a notebook he had conjured up in his hand. “Alright.” Janus smiled and looked up at Patton. “The neck is next.” Janus said. 

Patton nodded and started tickling Thomas’s neck. Thomas wheezed, sounding almost shocked as the cackles left his mouth. “PAHAHAT NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas shouted. 

“Now Thomas…How would you rate this tickle spot out of 10?” Janus asked. 

“IHIHIHIT’S BRUTAHAHAHAL!” Thomas yelled. 

“I see. Anything to declare?” Janus asked next. 

“FUCK YOHOHOHOHOU!” Thomas shouted at him. 

Janus bursted out laughing. “Wooow!” Janus reacted. 

Patton gasped and cupped his cheeks from above him. “I’m gonna make you regret that little slip-up.” Patton warned. 

“Save the pettiness for later, Pat.” Logan said before looking at Janus. 

[Neck: FUCK/10] 

Janus then clicked the pen and looked up. “Logan, left ribs.” Janus said. 

Logan looked at Janus as Patton’s fingers stopped, and his own fingers started. Logan’s fingers were slightly quicker than Virgil’s hands, which made for an interesting new perspective. 

Janus smiled. “Onto the last spot: what are your thoughts on your left ribs’ sensitivity?” Janus asked. 

“Tihihihicklihihish, buhuhuhut nohohot ihihintolerablhlhle.” Thomas admitted. 

“Fair enough.” Janus replied, writing it down in his notebook. 

[L. Ribs: Tolerable/10] 

Janus clicked the pen and closed the notebook before looking at the other sides. “Alright. What’s next?” Janus asked. 

Roman smirked and walked towards the couch with Thomas in his arms. “Onto the couch you go!” Roman said as he gently threw him onto the couch. 

Thomas fell to the couch in one fell swoop, and sat up. “What are you-” Thomas gasped as he saw all the sides pull him into a big, cuddly group hug. Thomas laughed and happily took the hugs from the sides. 

“So…Was this a good break from adultery?” Patton asked. 

“Patton…” Logan muttered. 

Thomas chuckled. “I know what he meant.” he said. “And yes…It was.” 

Roman smirked as he looked at Remus for a moment. “But a little reminder of Thomas’s little mistake from a few seconds ago…” Roman mentioned. 

Thomas tilted his head. “Mistake? What mistake?” Thomas asked. 

“The fact that you used the word ‘fuck’?” Remus mentioned, looking down at Thomas with a smirk.

Thomas widened his eyes and cringed, closing them. Remus…Why would you mention that…

Patton smirked. “Riiiight…Thaaat mistake.” He mentioned. “In that case…” Patton adjusted his own glasses and started poking Thomas’s ribs. “Wanna continue the giggle-thon?” He asked. 

Thomas jumped and bit his lip. “Uhuhuuuuh…” Thomas muttered. 

The boys practically doggy-piled onto Thomas and absolutely wrecked the man once more. Thomas was not getting out of this ‘giggle-thon’ without a little extra playful discipline. 

#slight angst #burn out #tired thomas sanders #thomas sanders loves the sides #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #ler!sides #lee!thomas #fluff #playful

[eternally-smitten]

Just Five More Minutes

summary: Roman finds Natalie working later than she meant to and they have their first ever private conversation.

word count: ~1.5k

content warnings: some mild sexual language used, but it's used as a joke and doesn't go any further!

author's note: I finally wrote for Roman! Of course, I always have to write some pre-relationship pining stuff. I'm such a sucker for a slow build.

The offices were dark and silent. The entire building was almost like a morgue with how still it was. The only light to be seen was the one in Natalie’s office. She had lost track of time, but she definitely knew that she should've clocked out hours ago. The workload was too intense, though. She didn't feel right just leaving it behind for the next day out of fear that it would double and she'd have more to do. So, here she was, all alone in her cramped office that is illuminated by her tiny desk lamp. She was so engrossed in her work that she almost didn’t notice the shadow that flickered in and out of her doorway. Almost.

Her head snapped up, stopping whatever she was working on, “Roman? Is that you? Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

Roman poked his head around the doorway and awkwardly chuckled, “Uh, boo? I’m a ghost?”

Natalie laughed and shook her head, “I had no idea that you were here. I thought I was all alone.”

“Yeah, likewise.” He entered her office, picking a spot on the edge of her desk to sit, “What are you even doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She paused, “What time is it?”

“Time for you to get a watch.” He quipped, smirking as he did so.

Natalie rolled her eyes and playfully tapped his arm, “Thanks, asshole.” 

“You are so welcome. I’m always happy to help.” He snickered as he checked his phone, “But uh, it’s almost 10:30.”

“Oh, God, really?” She groaned, “Fuck. I was supposed to go home hours ago. I didn’t realize it was that late. I should probably pack up.”

“Aww, do you have to?” Roman asked, with a hint of sincerity in his normally sarcastic voice, “I was just starting to enjoy our little talk.”

“Well, I kind of want to get home.” Natalie confessed, “I can probably finish up this paperwork at home. In my bed. Wearing some pajamas, maybe? Whatever allows me to take these damn heels off.”

“Then take them off and stay here with me.” He responded quickly, “C’mon. Just half an hour? Stay with me. Chat.”

“I really should get home. It’s late.”

“What? Do you have something important to go home to? You have some hot shot boy toy that misses you dearly?” Roman asked, getting a little antsy.

“Yes, actually.” Natalie’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “My lover is waiting for me. Poor thing can’t stand to be away from me for too long, he starts to claw up the couch and eats out of the trash. I really have to keep an eye on him.”

“Okay, okay. Stupid fucking question. My mistake.” He threw up his hands, laughing a little, “But seriously. Just half an hour. Please?”

“…Fine.” Natalie organized her work and put it into her bag to put it all together. Once it was put away, she turned her attention back to the pouting Roman, “Let’s chat.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.” He smirked, “What can I say? I’m an irresistible fuck machine with a cock that just refuses to quit.”

“Gross. You’re gross.” She joked, “I only stayed because someone has the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes I have ever seen.”

“Eh, same difference.” Roman eyed all the work stacked up in her bag, “I see the joys of working for Waystar Royco are catching up to you.”

“Oh, yeah. You know your dad.” She sighed, “Sometimes I think I’m in way over my head.”

“Yeah, unfortunately, I do know my dad.” A frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. Natalie bit the inside of her cheek, regretting saying that to him knowing that the topic of Logan Roy was a touchy subject for all of the siblings, but especially for the youngest Roy child.

“I’m sorry, that slipped out.” 

“Nah, you’re right.” His shoulders slumped and he grew quiet. Natalie rubbed her arm, feeling sheepish. It then suddenly dawned on her that this was their first private conversation. Before now, they only talked in a professional setting, usually during meetings with Kendall or Logan. The realization made her smile a little, but then that quickly faded seeing how Roman seemed bothered by something. She recalled a moment earlier in the day where she could hear Logan’s raised voice from her office, but she did not have the time or the authority to see what the issue was. But, judging by Roman’s hurt expression, Natalie concluded that he was the victim of his harsh words.

“Are you okay?” She asked without thinking, quietly kicking herself for asking a stupid question in her eyes. Before he could respond, she asked another question, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“What? And destroy the macho man persona you’ve grown so fond of? What am I, weak?” He half-joked, his voice still a bit sullen. 

“Do you want a hug?” Natalie asked, ignoring the joke he told. She already knew the answer and knew that Roman and physical contact didn’t really mix well. But, she asked just in case he needed or wanted it.

“No.” He responded quickly, “I’m not a child! I didn’t get my lollie stolen from me by the school bully! I’m fine, seriously.”

“Alright,” She knew better than to press, “But, if you ever want one-”

“Okay, thanks mom.” He rolled his eyes, “Maybe you can read me a bedtime story sometime, too? I’m quite a big fan of Goodnight Moon.”

“You don’t have to be a dick!” She laughed, “I’m just trying to be nice. I’m so sorry for even trying.”

“Hmm, I guess I can accept your apology.” Roman smiled at her before quietly sulking again, “These days just keep getting longer and fucking longer.”

“I know. I’m beat. The papers just seem to keep piling up. I fear that my room and desk will be replaced by papers.”

“But then you’ll be trapped here forever with me!” His face perked up at the idea, giving Natalie a small smile again, “That wouldn’t be so bad, right?”

“You know, it wouldn’t be.” She smiled back, “Seeing you while I’m working in this corporate prison makes it all worthwhile.”

“Ew, okay! Why don’t you fucking marry me about it!”

“Oh, my God! Just let me be nice to you!” Natalie chuckled before checking her phone. They had been talking for almost half an hour now, “Dammit. I should get home.”

“Really? Come on, five more minutes!” Roman pleaded, “I’ll pay you! Name your price, a million dollars? I can make that work!”

“No, Rome. I really need to get back. I’m so tired.” Stretching as she got up from her seat, Natalie gave him a sorry look, “I’ll see you tomorrow, right? I can treat you to lunch to make up for my grave sin of going home. How about that?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “You sure you can’t stay for a little longer?”

“I’m sure. Have a good night, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” She grabbed her bag and leaned to shut off the lamp.

“Wait,” He gently grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks, “Can I um, have a…you know.” Natalie tilted her head and looked confused. She didn’t know what he was asking for. Roman let go of her wrist, feeling embarrassed that he did that and started to awkwardly wave his arms around as if he was holding an invisible person, “You know, that thing…”

“A hug?” She finished his question for him. He nodded as a response, looking uncomfortable about even asking about it. Natalie set her bag down again and opened her arms, “Of course, Rome. Come here.”

He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably in his spot before eventually caving in. He slid off of her desk and timidly approached her. Roman spread his arms a little, but refused to move any further. Natalie took the hint and initiated the hug, very gently wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Roman went stiff, it felt like she was hugging a plank of wood. But, after a few seconds, he relaxed a little and placed his hands on the small of her back. Natalie rubbed small circles into his shoulder with her thumb, paying close attention to his body language. After a minute, he let go and crossed his arms, feeling embarrassed but also comforted, “…Thank you.”

“Anytime.” She whispered, “I’m always here if you ever need me.” She placed her bag on her shoulder and waved at him, turning around and heading down the hall.

“Remember, you owe me lunch!” Roman called out behind her, feeling the need to save the moment with a joke.

“I know!” Natalie called back, not turning around. He watched her until she was a little black speck in the distance. He couldn’t remember the last time he had asked for a hug and received one. From non-family members, at least. But, he couldn’t help but admit to himself that it was pretty nice. Much to his surprise, Roman was looking forward to both lunch and the next time he’d find her alone at work. Maybe next time, he would feel more comfortable discussing his feelings with her. He figured that he would figure that out the next time he has a private conversation with her.

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Becoming Brothers chapter 2 - School and Scheming

Chapter 1 | This is chapter 2! 

Fic summary:  Everyone knew Roman and Remus were twins – at least, that was what they told anyone who’d listen. In fact, the only people who knew they weren’t related at all were Roman and Remus themselves, and of course their single dads, Logan and Virgil. But when the boys realise their dads are falling for each other, they might have a chance to become real brothers, if only the grown-ups would stop being so oblivious. It looks like some matchmaking is in order…

Relationships: Platonic/familial Creativitwins, romantic analogical. 

Also posted on my ao3: stormofstarlight 

Word count: 4019 

Taglist for this fic: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard @star-crossed-shipper @theblackcatscratchpost 

Author’s note: Hello again! It’s been exactly a year since I posted the first chapter of this fic, which wasn’t planned at all. This is kind of a beast of a chapter so it took a while, but I’m really happy with how it turned out XD 

“Dad, you can let go. I’ll be fine!” Remus insisted, trying to pull away from Virgil, who’d pulled him into a hug just as they got out of the car in the high school car park.

Virgil sighed, and gave him one last squeeze before he pulled away. “I know,” he said softly. “I know you will, really. Have fun, okay? High school is big, and it might seem scary, but I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Remus said, craning his neck to look around. He’d been here on the open day last year, but the school looked so different when it was full of people milling about. Most of them were bigger than him, and he could see groups of boys jostling each other, and gaggles of girls with identical haircuts and far more makeup than the rules on the website said was allowed. And now he was going to be one of them. In a black blazer and tie identical to everyone else, he was a high school kid now. And that wasn’t scary. At all.

The knot in his chest relaxed a little when he saw a familiar blue car pull into a nearby spot in the busy car park.

“Roman!” Remus called, waving when he saw Roman get out of one of the doors in the back.

“Remus!” Roman called back, dashing over to him with his backpack still hanging off one shoulder. He looked smart in his new blazer, and Logan must have done his hair this morning because his light brown locks were styled into a neat quiff. He probably looked smarter than Remus did with an untucked shirt – because even though Virgil had told him to tuck it in this morning he’d found that uncomfortable – and hair that got messed up the second the wind touched it.

“We’re in high school now!” Roman exclaimed, as if Remus didn’t already know that. “I can’t wait to start! I’m going to be in all the school plays, and I’m going to do guitar lessons – because they have those here – and maybe trumpet as well, and piano, and-”

“And before you do any of that, you need to go to assembly,” Logan cut in, with a fond smile. “You don’t want to be late on your first day, do you?”

He bent down to adjust Roman’s tie as he spoke, though Remus thought it already looked perfectly neat.

“Remember, you’re, getting the number fifteen bus home. The number will be on the front,” Virgil reminded the two of them, “and you’re both going to Logan’s house.”

“I know,” Remus said. “You’ve only told me fifty times today.”

“Just want to make sure you know,” Virgil chuckled, wrapping one arm around Remus’ shoulder in a little side hug, which Remus didn’t mind so much because it was just starting to sink in that he was going to be in a new place without his dad all day.

“You both have your water bottles, don’t you?” Logan asked, and the boys nodded. “Remember to actually drink from them, it’s a big day and you’ll need to stay hydrated.”

“I feel like we’re in class already,” Remus whispered to Roman, who giggled.

Logan furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but Virgil elbowed him playfully and he seemed to relax.  

“You’ll never win against them,” Virgil said, with a small laugh.

“They are quite the double act,” Logan admitted. “Anyway, you two really should get to assembly now, I’ll see you both when I finish work.”

He patted Roman on the shoulder, kind of stiff and formal like he always was, but Roman surged forward and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“See you later, Dad,” Roman mumbled into the front of Logan’s shirt.

“Yes, I’ll… I’ll see you later, Roman.” Logan’s eyes glistened a little, and he wrapped his arms around Roman as well.

Virgil pulled Remus close again, and Remus didn’t try to pull away this time.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” Virgil said quietly.  

“I know,” Remus said thickly, because he did. No matter what his teachers had said at parent’s evening in primary school, or how long it took Remus to do his homework, or how many times he said the wrong thing in the wrong situation, Virgil always made sure to tell Remus how proud he was of him, and how well he was doing by just being himself.

“Have a good day, kid,” Virgil said, and he ruffled Remus’ hair one final time, then tutted at how he’d messed it up and tried to smooth it down again.

For a moment, Remus considered asking Virgil not to make him go. Maybe if he begged enough, he’d be able to stay home instead of going to a school full of loud kids who would probably make fun of him, and teachers who would say he didn’t try hard enough. But he knew Virgil had work. He’d stick it out, just for one day. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he was expecting.

So instead, he gave his dad the bravest smile he could, and nodded before he walked off with Roman.

“Remus, tuck your shirt in!” Virgil called after him.

Remus sighed – he’d been so close to getting away with it – but he did as he was told before he and Roman joined the busy crowd of people entering the building. The crowd was a lot bigger than Remus was used to. Even Roman looked a little apprehensive, and Roman always said he wasn’t scared of anything. Remus squeezed Roman’s hand as they walked through the doors, and Roman squeezed back.

The assembly hall wasn’t hard to find – it was just inside the main doors, and Remus had sat in there for a talk on the open day, so he remembered the way. It was already packed when they got there, and the first few rows of benches in front of the stage were already filled. Remus didn’t mind, though – he didn’t like sitting near the front anyway, because the teachers would always see him fidgeting and tell him off. He immediately made for the cool tiered seating at the back, but a teacher blocked his path and ushered him and Roman towards the fourth row back of benches.

“So, what are we going to do?” Remus asked Roman once they sat down. The hall was slowly filling with buzzing chatter as more students entered behind them.

“About our dads?”

Remus nodded.

“Well, we need to figure out how to set them up,” Roman said. “We can draw up a plan in the treehouse after school.”

Remus opened his mouth to say something else, but a teacher shushed him as a woman walked onto the stage. He recognised her as the headmistress from the pictures all over the website and the speech she’d given at the open day. She was definitely breaking the make-up rules, with bright red lipstick that matched her polka-dot blouse, but the rules never seemed to apply to teachers.

Remus tried to whisper to Roman throughout the assembly, but he kept getting looks from the teachers stood at the side of the hall. After a while, even Roman started to look annoyed with him, because the teachers probably thought he was being disruptive too, so Remus was quiet after that.

At the end of assembly, the headmistress called each student’s name, and directed them to a form tutor. Remus and Roman were both in 7C, and were pointed over to a smiley man called Dr Picani. Remus hadn’t thought that doctors could be teachers too, but Virgil had worked two jobs in the past, so he supposed it made sense.

Dr Picani made a show of counting the students’ heads before he led them down the corridor. The assembly hall was attached to what Remus vaguely remembered as the humanities building, and their form room was on the second floor. The walls were covered in brightly coloured displays, and graphics with cartoon characters – a few of which Remus recognised. He didn’t really understand what much of the writing in the displays meant, but there were a few diagrams of brains, which Remus thought were pretty cool. There was even a model brain on Dr Picani’s desk, cut open to show sections inside highlighted with different colours.

“This is a psychology classroom,” Dr Picani explained, when one of the students asked. “None of you will be able to take psychology until GSCE, but I do teach some history classes as well, so some of you might still have me as a teacher!”

Remus grabbed a seat at the front of the classroom right next to Roman – mostly so he could get a better look at the model brain, but also because Dr Picani actually seemed alright.

Dr Picani handed out the timetables, and Remus was relieved to see that his history teacher was listed as Dr E Picani.

“Hey, we have mostly the same classes,” Roman said, leaning over to compare his timetable to Remus’.

“You will do for this term at least,” Dr Picani told him, sitting down at his desk. “You’ll be in your form groups for all your classes, then after Christmas you might get split up into sets.”

Remus privately hoped that wouldn’t happen, but before he could voice that thought his attention was once again captured by the model brain. “If you’re a doctor, do you cut open people’s brains?” he asked.

He heard Roman make a grossed out noise beside him, but Dr Picani just chuckled.

“No, I’m not a surgeon. I have my Doctorate in psychology; I’m more interested in what people are thinking than how their brains physically work,” he said.

“I’d like to be a brain doctor when I grow up,” Remus declared.

 -----

Since form time had taken place during first period, their first actual lesson of the day was English. The school seemed difficult to navigate, but fortunately their English class was on the same floor as their form room.

Remus knew the teacher would be strict as soon as he saw her. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, grey streaks in uniform lines as if even they had been placed there purposely. She surveyed the class from behind glasses that balanced halfway down her nose, her stony expression not shifting at all until a boy pulled out a chair from one of the desks.

“Ah-ah!” She called, her voice icy. “I don’t know how things worked at your primary schools, but in my classroom, we have a seating plan.”

And that was when Remus knew for certain that this class would be his worst nightmare.

The teacher picked up a sheet of paper from her desk, and began assigning students to their seats. The tables were set out in neat rows, with only room for two people at each desk. Remus hoped he’d get a seat next to Roman, but the teacher was clearly assigning the seating in alphabetical order, and their surnames were nowhere near each other in the register. It also meant that Remus’ name was one of the first ones to be called.

“Remus Blake; Remy Chen.” The teacher pointed to the desk right in front of hers.

That was just Remus’ luck. He had a sneaking suspicion that this teacher wouldn’t turn out to be as nice as Dr Picani.

“Miss, can’t I sit next to Roman?” Remus piped up hopefully. “We’re twins.”

The teacher pursed her lips, giving Remus a disapproving look. “That’s Ms Driscoll, to you. And surely if you’re twins, you’ll see enough of each other at home. It’ll be good for you to socialise with other people.”

“But we don’t live together!” Remus objected.

“I see,” Ms Driscoll pushed her glasses up her nose. “Mr Blake, are you and Mr Sanders over here really twins?”

Remus shrank back a little under her gaze. Nobody had ever called him Mr Blake – that title was for his dad. “Not yet...” he mumbled. “But we will be soon!”

Ms Driscoll laughed shortly, but she didn’t really sound amused. “Mr Blake, take your seat. You can stay behind at break for lying.”

Remus huffed as he sat down. Of course he’d gotten in trouble on his first day, and he’d really tried to behave himself.

The boy Ms Driscoll had reprimanded at the start of class – who must be Remy – sat down next to him.

“Is he really going to be your brother?” Remy whispered, leaning over to Remus with a curious expression.

“Yeah! We’re going to make our dads get married,” Remus answered proudly.

“That’s so cool!” Remy said, opening his backpack to take out a pencil case patterned with sunglasses. “I have a baby sister, but she mostly sleeps and cries. It would be cool to have a twin.”

“It will be,” Remus assured him.

“Mr Blake, Mr Chen,” Ms Driscoll snapped. “Did I give you permission to talk?”

Remus sucked in a breath. That was one of the questions teachers asked that he’d get into more trouble for answering out loud, so he shook his head.

Ms Driscoll nodded firmly. “Be quiet, both of you. Or you’ll be staying behind at lunch as well.”

Once Ms Driscoll had turned away from them again, Remy rolled his eyes towards Remus, and Remus suppressed a smirk at that.

The lesson dragged on, with Ms Driscoll scolding Remus every time he fidgeted. Roman ended up on the other side of the classroom, near the back, and when Remus turned around to meet his eyes Ms Driscoll tapped on his desk as if she was trying to draw his attention back to his worksheet.

His detention was just as boring as the lesson, perhaps even more so because he couldn’t listen to his classmates working, and all of Ms Driscoll’s attention was on him because he was the only one in the room. 

-----

Remus hoped he’d be able to scheme with Roman later in the day, but the class after break was a double lesson of biology, which ended up being just as interesting as Remus hoped, and he it was all he wanted to talk about at lunch. And after lunch they had another assembly.

By the time they got on the bus after school, Remus was exhausted. He’d taken the bus before with Virgil, but he’d never used a bus pass. The driver showed him where to scan it, and he managed to get a seat near the back with Roman.

The whole way back, he watched for their stop, even though he knew it was about twenty minutes away.

Roman’s house had a neatly mowed lawn and a dark blue garage door. They walked down the empty driveway to the front door, and Roman got out his key. He’d been proud when he told Remus that he’d gotten his own key to the house, because Logan wouldn’t be back until half past four and Roman would need to let himself and Remus in. That meant they’d be alone for an hour, but it was better than Remus going back to his flat by himself and waiting for Virgil to get home. Virgil usually finished work at seven, but he’d switched around his shifts so he could take Remus to school this morning, and he wouldn’t be done until after eight.

When Roman opened the door, the two of them dumped their bags by the sofa and headed out to the treehouse in the back garden. This treehouse had been their favourite hangout spot since they were kids. It almost felt like they had their own house, away from the grown-ups, where they could make their own rules. It even had proper windows and a door with a latch, which opened onto the small fenced balcony that the sturdy wooden ladder led to.

“Race you!” Remus called as soon as he entered the back garden, already taking off across the lawn.

“No fair, you had a head-start!” Roman whined as he chased after him, though they both knew that Remus was the fastest out of the two of them anyway.

Remus stuck his tongue out, then he climbed the ladder and hauled himself onto the balcony, with Roman just behind him.

The walls inside the treehouse were covered in drawings that the two of them had done over the years, from indecipherable crayon scribbles to more recent pencil drawings of castles and dragons. The chalkboard was still filled with plans for one of their stories – which they’d been struggling with, because Roman wanted the main character, a prince, to go on a daring quest and save his kingdom, while Remus thought it should be taken over by dragons.

As soon as they were inside, Roman made straight for the toybox, shaped and decorated to look like a treasure chest. “We can’t write about this on the chalkboard, Dad would definitely see it,” he said as he pulled out a stack of notebooks. After a moment of consideration, he selected a thick book with a pretty marbled rainbow cover, which the two of them had been saving to write something special in.

Remus pulled his green chair out from the small table in the middle of the room, and reached for the box of pens in the middle.

“You do the writing, I’m no good at it,” he said, shoving a few gel pens in Roman’s direction.

Roman pulled a face at that, but he took the glittery pens anyway and uncapped a red one, securing the lid neatly on the back end of the pen. “Now, we need a plan to make them realise they like each other. I think we should get them to go on a date.”

Remus wrinkled his forehead. “Wait, don’t people need to realise they like each other before they go on a date?”

“Not if we’re clever about it,” Roman said, with a conspiratorial smile. “Trust me, I saw this on Disney Channel. We just need to get them to go somewhere that people go on dates, leave them alone, and boom! They’re on a date!”

“Huh,” Remus said, watching as Roman scribbled something down in the notebook.

“Now, we just need date ideas,” Roman said.

“Ooh, how’s about a haunted house?” Remus suggested immediately. “Dad likes haunted houses, and it’s Halloween soon.”

“Not for a date.” Roman wrinkled his nose. “Dates have to be somewhere romantic... like a restaurant, or a ball!”

“Where are we going to find a ball around here?” Remus asked.

Roman chewed on the end of the pen for a second. “Maybe we’ll leave that one for later,” he said, making a note of it in the book.

They spent a while jotting down more ideas in the notebook, until they heard the sound of the back door opening.

“Boys? Are you out here?” Logan called from the garden.

Roman shot up from his seat and raced out of the treehouse, Remus following quickly behind him.

“Dad!” Roman grinned, launching himself at Logan and wrapping his arms around his waist in a hug.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, but our English teacher is horrible,” Roman complained. “She wouldn’t let us sit together, and she’s given us homework already, even though we’ve only had one lesson!”

“Have you done the homework?” Logan asked.

Roman paused. “No...”

Logan sighed. “Go into the dining room and work on it while I make dinner. You too, Remus,” he said, then he led them into the house.

“I can’t believe you told him, now we have to do homework!” Remus grumbled, but he was glad Roman hadn’t let slip about his detention. There was no way Logan would keep that a secret from Virgil, and Remus really didn’t want Virgil to have to worry about him getting in trouble on his first day of school.

 -----

Roman was done with the homework in no time, since it was mostly things they’d learnt in year six, but Remus struggled with some of it. He hadn’t quite gotten the material when they’d covered it last year.

“How are you boys getting on?” Logan asked after about half an hour, coming out of the kitchen wearing a plain blue apron, with a tea towel slung over his shoulder that he seemed to have forgotten about.

“Done!” Roman announced proudly.

Remus hummed. “I’m stuck on question five.”

Logan came over to take a look at his worksheet, and Remus angled it towards him.

“I don’t get the difference between a simile and a metaphor. They’re both saying a thing is something it isn’t, aren’t they?” Remus asked.

Logan considered that for a moment, then he sat down next to Remus. “I suppose they are, but try to think of it this way...”

By the time Logan had explained that and a few other questions Remus couldn’t get the hang of, the lasagne was ready, but Remus felt like he understood a lot better.

Roman and Remus put their schoolwork away, and set the table while Logan got the lasagne out of the oven. Remus noticed that when he dished it up he left one portion to the side.

 -----

By the time Virgil arrived, it was almost nine o’clock. Remus tackled him with a hug as soon as he got through the door.

“Hey, kid,” Virgil said tiredly, and he squeezed Remus tightly. “Thanks so much for looking after him,” he said to Logan.

As Remus pulled away, he saw Logan smile. “Don’t worry about it. He was no bother at all, I even got him to do his homework,” he said, sounding mildly pleased with himself.

Virgil pulled a face. “What kind of teacher gives you homework on the first day of school?”

“That’s what I said!” Roman exclaimed, and Virgil ruffled his hair.

“Anyway, sorry to dash off so soon, but I need to get Remus home before bedtime, and get some tea,” Virgil said.

“Ah, I thought you might be hungry, so I left a portion of lasagne for you,” Logan said.

“What?” Virgil blinked, looking at Logan with something between surprise and awe. “Lo, you didn’t have to do that.”

Logan shrugged. “It was no trouble. The recipe serves four anyway, I’ll go and warm it up for you,” he said, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Virgil continued watching the doorway Logan had gone through, a distant look and a small smile on his face, until Remus tugged on his hand.

“Dad, I need to tell you about my day,” he said. Well, he’d tell Virgil almost everything. He didn’t want the detention brigning up.

They relocated to the sofa, so Remus and Roman could tell Virgil all about the big school. After a few minutes, Logan came through with a plate of lasagne which he passed to Virgil to balance on his knee. Virgil gave him a big grin, and he kept smiling when he looked down at his lasagne and Logan went to sit down himself.

Remus knew Logan didn’t usually let anyone eat meals in the living room, but maybe he’d seen how tired Virgil was and decided to make an exception.

“This is really good,” Virgil said through a mouthful of lasagne. “Thanks so much, Lo.”

Logan smiled, but he raised an eyebrow. “Virgil, table manners.”

“I’m not sat at a table. Checkmate,” Virgil smirked, but he didn’t talk with food in his mouth for the rest of the evening.

When it was finally time for them to leave, Remus gave Roman a big hug.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

Virgil and Logan were standing a bit awkwardly by the door when Virgil cleared his throat.

“Thanks again. Um, you know, for dinner,” he said, rubbing his arm.

“I told you, it was no trouble,” Logan said. He patted Virgil’s arm and nodded.

Virgil nodded back, and put an arm around Remus. “Right then kid, let’s go.”

For the whole drive back to their flat, Remus thought about how nice it would be to never have to leave Roman for the evening.

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[fangirlwriting-stories]

What Happens When You Assume

Summary: The others approach Patton with the idea of Remus coming to live with them.  But why are they so surprised when Patton is thrilled by the idea?

It wasn’t exactly a secret that Patton and Remus didn’t get along.  Patton didn’t love the ideas Remus came up with, and Remus didn’t like how uncomfortable Patton got at his ideas.  The two kind of gave each other a wide berth, but that didn’t mean Patton didn’t pay attention to Remus at all.

He saw when he started getting along better with Virgil, and how happy it made both of them.  He saw when he started doing experiments with Logan, and the way they both lit up at their breakthroughs.  He saw the way he started growing closer to and working with Roman again, and how much better Roman was doing as a result, and how much less stressed he was about his job.  He saw Janus being very happy that almost everyone was getting along with someone very important to him.  And so, with how much Remus was helping his family, Patton found himself very happy too.  He still wasn’t the biggest fan of Remus, and they didn’t spend a ton of time together, but Patton appreciated him.

He’d kind of thought that was good enough.

But he was apparently proven wrong one morning that he’d decided to make cookies for everyone.  Each of them had a favorite kind, and as he finished he put them on plates to cool.

On the left of the counter were Roman’s snickerdoodles, followed by Logan’s jelly cookies, Janus’ lemon cookies, Virgil’s double fudge, and finally Remus’ plain old sugar cookies, with the salt and sugar amounts swapped (Patton had asked Janus a while back).

He was eating the last of the few regular sugar cookies he’d made for himself, when a gentle knock came on the wall next to the entryway.

Patton turned and spotted Janus, who was leading the group of four that also included Logan and Roman and Virgil.

“Oh, hey guys!” he called happily.  “Perfect timing, I made everyone cookies!”

A dark look that Patton didn’t understand passed over Janus’ face for a second, and then he shook his head.  “Maybe later, Patton.”

“Are you sure?  I gave everyone a plate of their own, you can eat as many or as little as you want.”

“You didn’t give everyone their own,” Virgil snapped.  “But that’s not the point.”

“I… didn’t?” Patton turned to count the plates again.  One for Roman, one for Logan, one for Janus, one for Virgil, and one for Remus.  Had Thomas gained a new side while he wasn’t looking?

Or maybe they were thinking of Thomas?  Because unfortunately Patton couldn’t make him cookies, being imaginary and all.  He understood, though.  He was mad about that too sometimes.

“That’s actually exactly the point,” Janus said, and Patton turned back around.  “And we’re here to talk to you about it.”

“Oh, okay,” Patton said.  He headed over to the sink to wash his hands, since he was done baking.  “Is something wrong?”

“Yes,” Roman said, and Patton turned again in alarm.

“Oh no, what is it?”

“We’ve all been considering,” Logan said, slowly and seeming calculated with his tone, “having Janus move up here permanently.”

Patton lit up.  “You guys, that doesn’t sound like something wrong, that sounds like a wonderful idea!  Oh, you’re worried about moving everything.  Well, it will be a lot, but if we all pitch in, I think we could get the rooms cleared out in a day—”

“Patton,” Virgil snapped, and Patton jumped slightly in surprise.  “Janus coming up here means Remus comes up here too, you know.”

Patton blinked.  “Of course I do?” he said in confusion.  “That’s why I said get the rooms cleared out?  It wouldn’t be fair to leave him down there by himself.”

“Patton,” Roman said.  “I don’t think you’re understanding.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Patton said, feeling even more confused.  “What am I missing?”

“Remus would be up here all the time,” Logan said.  “He’s not going to be doing some strange routine where he comes back and forth.”

Patton gave him a baffled look.  “Right,” he said.  “That would be a really strange thing to make him do.”

“Patton,” Janus said, crossing his arms.  “We are warning you that you cannot kick Remus out the second he does something you don’t like.”

“What?” Patton asked in alarm, taking a step back.  “My goodness, of course not!  Why would I do that?”

“Because you don’t like him,” Virgil said, crossing his arms too.  “And you can’t treat that like it’s his fault.”

Patton stared at Virgil.  “What?”

“We’re aware that you don’t exactly love Remus,” Roman said, looking away slightly uncomfortably.  “But you can’t treat him poorly if he lives here.”

Patton blinked.  He blinked again.  He looked slowly around at everyone’s faces.  Roman looked a little uncomfortable and Logan looked like he was trying to seem understanding, but all of them looked completely serious.

“I— hang on,” Patton said slowly, stepping forward again to where he’d been before.  “Are you telling me you were all worried I was going to kick Remus out if he did something I didn’t like?”

“That’s what we’ve been saying,” Janus said, narrowing his eyes.

Patton turned to stare at each of them in turn.  “You… are you serious?”

“I believe we’ve made that clear by now,” Logan said, gesturing at his necktie.

“I—” Patton laughed slightly in shock.  “I don’t believe you.  You— you’re accusing me of—”

He stared at them all a second longer, and something in his chest pinched.

“You really are,” he said quietly.  “I don’t believe you.  Is that how little you think of me?”

That seemed to finally startle them.

“I… I’m sorry?” Logan asked.

“You really think I would treat Remus poorly just because I don’t like him?”

“You— you’ve done that in the past,” Logan said.

“Oh, so that means I learned nothing from your lecture about how trying to force Remus to stop doesn’t work?” Patton asked, and Logan’s eyes widened in surprise.

“And that was also when I thought Remus was dangerous,” Patton said.  “He tried to kill you onscreen, Logan.  How was I supposed to know that wouldn’t hurt you?  And now I’ve learned that Remus isn’t dangerous, and is just someone I don’t particularly like very much.  Am I not allowed to dislike someone without you all assuming I’m going to be cruel to them?”

He turned and looked around at everyone in turn, who all now looked thrown off guard.

“You know what else I’ve learned recently?” he said.  “I’ve learned that you all love spending time with Remus.  Virgil likes to watch horror movies and do spooky stuff with him, Logan likes to do science experiments and go down research rabbit holes with him, Roman finds it much easier and more fun to do his job if Remus is included, and Janus has loved Remus and has loved doing things with him for years.  Integrating him into all of our lives has made our lives better, and Thomas’ life better.  Why would I not be absolutely thrilled at the prospect of him coming over here and that trend continuing?”

Everyone was staring at him now, and Patton was trying to think of something else to say past the very sudden lump in his throat.

“I um,” he said, turning around to face the cookies.  “I think I need some time alone.”  He grabbed Remus’ plate of cookies and moved over to hand them to Janus.  “Here.  These are for Remus.  They’re his salt-sugar cookies.  I was going to give them to you to bring to him, and now they can be a welcoming present.  Please tell him I’m happy that he’s moving over here.”

He sank out to his room before anyone could say anything else, and locked his door for good measure.

…

“I really don’t want to talk to anyone right now, I’m sorry,” Patton called in response to the knock on his door.

“Well, unfortunately for you I’ve never cared about that,” called a voice from the hallway that wasn’t anyone from this morning.

Patton climbed up from his bed in surprise and walked over to the door, opening it to find Remus standing there.

“Hey Patty-cake,” Remus said, walking in without an invitation and sitting down on his bed.  “I heard what happened this morning.  Thanks for the cookies.”

“Um,” Patton said, sniffing and locking the door again after Remus.  “You’re welcome.”

He turned to face Remus and found him with a surprisingly serious look on his face.  “I’m sorry they did that,” he said.  “I would have stopped them if I knew they were going to.”

“It’s not your fault, Remus,” Patton said.

Remus didn’t say anything in response to that, but he did look curiously at Patton.  “Hey not that I give a shit Pat, but are you okay?”

“I mean,” Patton said, walking over to his bed and flopping down on his back next to Remus.  “It kind of hurts to know my family thinks that little of me.”

“Eh, they don’t think little of you,” Remus said, joining Patton in laying down.

“Yes they do,” Patton said.  “I just— I know I need to work on being more open-minded with things that make me uncomfortable.  That’s why I started doing it?  Did they just… not pay attention to that?”

“Who knows?” Remus said with a shrug.  “I don’t understand half of what you normies do.”

“Janus counts as a normie?” Patton asked with a curious look.

“Everyone’s a normie except for me,” Remus said with a grin.

Patton chuckled a little despite himself.

“Hey,” Remus said, and Patton glanced over.  “Trust me, when you let them talk to you again, they’ll be falling all over themselves with guilty apologies.”

Patton hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything else.

After a minute, he looked over again.  “Hey, Remus?”

“Yeah?”

“If I ever did make you feel like I didn’t think you were worthy of taking up space, you’d tell me, right?”

Remus snorted.  “As if you could make me feel unworthy of space.  I own every space I’ve ever walked into.  And I’m not even Jeff Bozos.”

Patton wrinkled his nose.  “Ugh.”

Remus cackled.  “I know, right?  I hate him too.”

“I don’t hate anyone,” Patton said immediately.  “He’s just… not very nice.”

Remus cackled again.  “You’re priceless, you know that?”

Patton smiled at him a little.

“Yes, I’d tell you,” Remus said.  He grinned.  “Still don’t like you very much though.”

Patton bit his lip, but judging by Remus’ smile, he was okay to say his response.  “You’re not exactly my favorite side either, Remus,” he said, with a small smile of his own.

“And that’s okay,” Remus said, patting Patton’s shoulder firmly.  “We good?”

“Of course,” Patton said.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“And I never do.  Thanks for the cookies.  See ya!”

Remus gave a little mini-salute and sank out of his room, and Patton smiled as he went, realizing he felt a little better.

How about that?

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton really is trying it's not his fault no one else can see it #this may or may not be because i deeply dislike the fandom's general interpretation of Patton right now #enjoy my sort of venty fic on the matter #my fic

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 16

imagine i just did a sike and after getting everyone together, i just killed everyone off /hard joking (i would never do that don't worry, happy ending is a happy ending). as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated! enjoy <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warning: None

Content Warning: Swearing

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Chapter 16

Roman’s mind wasn’t the most fun to be in when he knew someone he loved was in danger. Currently, that someone was his brother. Logan's spell had hit Roman when he first went missing. Roman found every clue there was to be around Logan, but for some reason, it always led to nowhere. Then, out of nowhere, Patton had found Logan injured and tired. It was almost worrying had he not known Logan. If Logan looked like hell, it meant what he went through was more than what he knew hell to be.

The police had been in contact with the friends as soon as Logan was put into safety and treated for his wounds. However, Roman felt something was off.

“We won’t be able to see him until later tomorrow.” Virgil walked into the room, defeated as he sat on the couch next to Roman.

“Mhm.” Roman blinked, turning to look at the boy, “You’ve been using your power, haven’t you?”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“You looked drained. I know that most mediums have the power to search for a specific ghost, but it could be deadly.”

“Yeah.” Virgil sighed, “I just…needed to make sure Logan wasn’t one. I thought I could get out of it before I drained all the magic out of me.”

“What happened?”

“I had Janus on standby. I got really close.” Virgil shuddered, “But…at least Logan’s okay. He’s safe and sound.”

“Hm.” Roman decided to leave his worries in his mind. “You should sleep.”

“I guess I deserve it.” Virgil sighed, yawning.

Roman chuckled, “You do.”

“What about you? Will you be okay?”

Roman nodded, “Ghosts don’t need sleep, remember?”

“Still…” Virgil murmured, “My anxiety’s still at an all time high. I don’t think I would be able to sleep.”

Roman thought about how to help Virgil.

“What if…I tell you a story that I remember?’

“You remember your past?’

“...just flashes.” Roman murmured, “Come on, Hot Topic, let’s get you to bed.”

“Aw, you think I’m hot.” Virgil grinned at him.

Virgil caught the pillow that Roman threw at him before it could hit his face, “Alright, fine, I’ll try my best to sleep.”

Once he was tucked into bed, Roman sat at the edge of the bed. “You know, I’ve done this plenty of times, but this one feels different.”

“Maybe because you don’t think of me as your brother? Hopefully.” Virgil snorted.

“Yeah, I don’t.” Roman snorted before looking at him, “You’re kinda like my soulmate.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know. It might just be the attachment to the first medium I’ve met, but something’s different about you.”

“I really like you too, Ro.” Virgil replied.

Roman felt his heart skip a beat, but tried to ignore it. It was him talking about them as friends. About them as platonic soulmates. They were nothing more. Besides, there would be no other way for them to even be in a romantic relationship.

Taking the idea out of his head, Roman just smiled back at him, “Right…about that story. What do you want to hear?”

“Anything about you. I feel like it’s always about my life and never about yours.”

“I’ll tell you about the time that I was face to face with a bear.”

Roman wasn’t even halfway through his story when he heard Virgil stop giggling. He looked over to see him sleeping peacefully and Roman smiled, standing up. Brushing the hair out of his face, Roman walked out of the room, deciding to pay a visit to another one of the other 3 friends. Even if they didn’t see him, they always managed to know when he was in the room.

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“Remus, where’s Roman?” Janus rushed into the room where Roman was chilling with Remus. The two were currently playing catch with a plastic basketball as Remus had remembered he could interact with any object, but not any person.

“What? Why?” Remus asked as he threw the ball to Roman.

“Oh, okay.” Janus sighed in relief, “I’m assuming that’s him?”

Roman shook the ball in a nodding manner before throwing it back to Remus. Remus caught it, “Still didn’t answer my question.”

“Virgil freaked out when he couldn’t find him.” Janus sighed, catching the ball before Roman could, “Come on, you two.”

“What?” The two boys raised an eyebrow.

“Oh…you don’t know. They’re still treating Logan, but he requested to see us, so we can go see him now.”

As they walked into the hospital, the three met up with Virgil and Patton.

“How is he?” Janus asked.

“We're waiting for you guys to see him.” Patton gave a small smile. He looked better, clearly having also gotten sleep, but still horrible from not taking care of himself.

“You look less tired than before.”

“Ah, yeah.” Patton muttered, “I guess Logan being found put my worries to ease. Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

Patton ignored the question as they all walked in the room to see Logan reading. Upon hearing the door open though, Logan jumped, throwing the book at the group. Patton dodged it coming right towards his face, catching the book.

“Woah, Logan.” Janus stared, “Are you okay, Patton?”

“Sorry. Impulse.” Logan murmured as the group traveled to where he was, Patton giving Logan back his book.

“Where’d you learn to catch like that?” Remus asked.

“Dodgeball practice. Ass at throwing, so I learned to dodge and catch. Stopped me from being beat up.”

“Nerd.” Janus snorted at him.

“What happened?” Virgil asked, “I mean…you weren’t like this before.”

Roman could tell Virgil was trying to put it delicately because it was true. They had never seen Logan be that scared. He was always calm and collected, robotic even. Even when he was scared.

“I ran into the wrong type of people. Caleb got some ghosts, I think, to possess some humans, and I was stuck in his dungeon. I learned pretty fast how to defend myself against ghosts and humans that ghosts have possessed.” Logan murmured, looking down. “I was scared.”

From the looks of their friends’ faces, it was clear this was one of the few times that Logan had even shown emotion, and it must’ve been the first that he had shown this much.

However, to Roman, he had heard enough. Letting Virgil know that he was going out for a breath of fresh air, he walked out to the balcony, where he looked out. Whoever was in there, he knew, wasn’t his brother.

He hadn’t even noticed when the door had slid open and someone had come out.

Virgil stepped back from the window to lean against the railing where Roman was. Roman didn’t say anything, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“You don’t think that’s him, do you?” Virgil asked, breaking the silence.

Roman looked over, suddenly surprised by how far Virgil was leaning, “You shouldn’t do that. I can’t teleport living beings, you know?

“You told me before you could.” Virgil remarked before deciding to take pity on him and safely lean instead of almost falling off the railing.

Roman tried to grab onto Virgil’s arm, only to phase through it, “Yeah well…that relies on physical contact.”

“Alright, Ro, fess up. What are you worried about? Logan’s home safe and sound. What makes you so reluctant to accept that you were worried and now you’re relieved?”

“I just…the vibes feel off.”

Virgil snorted, raising an eyebrow, “The vibes feel off? Of course they do. Logan probably just went through hell. It makes sense he’s not acting like himself. He looks like he just went through hell and back. So maybe he’s a little more scared than usual.”

“No, no, it’s not that.” Roman murmured, staring at Logan, “He just….feels off. I don’t know what it is. Call it brotherly instinct.”

“Hey, maybe you should think about the fact that the brotherly instinct is probably just your anxiety taking over. Besides, you haven’t been around him for almost 4 years. How do you know that it’s instinct?”

“Just take it as a gut feeling.” Roman murmured, turning to stare at Virgil. “Ask Patton. Please.”

Virgil shrugged, calling both Patton and Remus over. Coming over in confusion with Janus following soon after, Virgil held his hands out. Immediately, the two boys grabbed onto his hands, with Janus holding on to Remus’s. Roman could feel the magic rushing through everyone and then suddenly, Virgil motioned to Patton. “Ask him yourself.”

“What’s this about?” Patton asked, “Please don’t say it’s about how worried you are for my health. I don’t care. At this moment-”

“Not what I was going to say.” Roman interrupted Patton, “Don’t you think Logan’s…for lack of a better phrase…vibes are off?”

“Well…kinda.” Patton shrugged, “I noticed it as I was helping him to the hospital, but I blamed it on whatever he went through.”

“Kinda?”

“His magic’s too powerful.”

“You can feel auras?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“Well…I can tell when someone has magic. It kinda envelops me and that’s how I know how powerful someone is.”

“Yeah. I can teach you how to do it one day, Remus.” Virgil offered. “But that’s not what’s important right now. Continue, Patton.”

“When Logan’s magic envelops around me, it feels like a warm blanket around me. I feel safe around his magic. When I helped him to here, his magic felt cold. It feels almost too powerful because I feel like it’s going to start sucking my magic.”

“I thought Patton didn’t have a power.” Janus pointed out.

“Not that we know of.” Virgil corrected him, “But everyone has magic in their system, power or no powers. It’s what keeps us alive. It shouldn’t feel like it would start to suck out the magic that keeps us alive.”

“So that’s bad?”

“Either that’s not Logan, or Logan has been through something that changed his magic, which I wouldn’t put it past if he came out looking like that. I mean, the police confirmed the blood on the grass spot in the woods we found the other day was his. We just need to get him to tell us the full story.”

Roman sighed, almost feeling more worried now that he knew what Patton thought.

Virgil thanked the two boys before separating to talk to Roman again, “You okay? That help you?”

“I don’t know.” Roman groaned, “I just feel like something’s wrong with me that I can’t figure any of this out. I feel so horrible…”

Roman trailed off as he looked down from the second story where they were in to see someone walking in covered in discrete clothing, rushing past people while phasing through them. They looked almost in a rush like they were looking for someone.

“What?” Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“What are the chances that someone is covered from head to toe in winter clothing when it’s 95 degrees outside…and a ghost?” Roman asked.

“Zero to none.”

“Then we need to see who the person that walked in was.” Roman replied, “Let’s meet in the middle. I’ll go from the bottom.”

Virgil nodded and Roman blinked to teleport to the bottom of the building, only to find the ghost.

“Hey!” He yelled, and the ghost turned towards Roman slowly. Roman got a closer look, surprised to see someone that looked like the carbon copy of a female version of his father. Then, the ghost started to run up the stairs, Roman soon following behind him.

“Don’t move.” Virgil showed up on the other side, pointing something at the ghost. Roman didn’t know what it was, but he said the command with such force that even Roman’s heart dropped and he held his hands up in the air, along with the ghost.

“What is that?” Roman asked as he jumped out of his thoughts. Virgil wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially not him.

“Something.” Virgil breathed, “Having experiences with ghosts my entire life, I’ve come across a lot of good and bad. And I needed to find a way to stop the bad ghosts. This is one of the ways. Come here, Roman.”

Roman teleported to him, careful not to be anywhere near whatever he was holding.

“Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here.”

“Your brother sent me.” The woman looked at Roman. “At least, I’m assuming he’s your brother.”

“My brother’s in the room. What do you mean he sent you?”

“My name is Jasmine Sanders. You look more like my family. You are…?”

Roman crossed his arms, “Roman Sanders.”

“Roman. What a beautiful name.”

“Cut straight to the point.” Virgil waved around his gadget.

“Right. When your brother was captured, a couple of Caleb’s workers and I had decided to try and help him escape. However, I was caught in the process, and your brother tried to be the hero. He told Caleb that he’d go willingly with anything Caleb said as long as Caleb let me and the other workers off the hook. Whoever is in there is a fake.”

“Impossible. They’d have to be a human possessed.”

Jasmine just sighed, taking out a book. She muttered something and held it out. “A peace offering.”

“What is it?” Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“A spell book.” Jasmine just kicked it over, “I gave it to Logan, but he gave it back to me. Said I needed to protect you.”

“So why wouldn’t you keep it then? You know how to use it.” Virgil, upon inspecting it, picked up the book.

“I can feel the auras of your magic. Logan’s magic was incredibly strong, but yours is even stronger. You guys will get the hang of it immediately. Besides, I can’t stay here very long. Just enough to explain what’s going on to you two.”

“Then talk.”

“Uh, Vir, maybe we should do it less out in the open. You might look crazy right now.” Roman looked nervous as he saw people starting to rush in.

“Fine. Come on, I know a quiet place.”

With that, the two ghosts followed him, careful not to touch whatever Virgil had in hand. Jasmine fell behind and Roman caught up to Virgil.

“So, what is the gadget in hand?”

Virgil opened his hand to show the crystal that he always carried with him, “It’s not going to hurt her if Jasmine’s not lying.”

Roman waved his hand over the crystal, feeling magic flow through him, “Woah, that’s different from the one I have.”

“Well, yeah. It’s Logan’s crystals, so it’s infused with his magic already even without his knowledge. It has Patton’s protection, and I’ve also put extra protection on mine.” Virgil smiled, “It’s triple the magic a crystal usually has.”

“Huh, so it could be used for weaker people to use powers?”

“Well, if they have powers, yes, but most likely, it’s used to help people without powers conjure spells, or strengthen the ones of a magic user.”

“So I could theoretically use that book?” Roman raised an eyebrow, pointing to the spell book in Virgil’s hand.

“Not out in the open.” Virgil pulled them into a quiet room.

“What is this place?”

Virgil was quiet before he looked out to make sure that Jasmine had followed them. Once everyone was in the room, Virgil closed the door, locking it. “I didn’t tell you, but I started interning at this hospital. Every intern gets their own room. This is mine.”

“Oh, that’s so cool.” Roman grinned. “So…Jasmine, please do start speaking.”

“I can’t say too much. All I can say is to not let any ghost touch you, just in case it’s Caleb.” Jasmine rolled down her sleeve to show a purple stamp, “I made that mistake, and now my soul is bound to him forever.”

“So why tell me this in the first place?”

“It’s time for a change. Everyone’s tired of existing here. They want to move on to the afterlife. They want to stop suffering under the hands of Caleb.��� Jasmine replied, “And for once, I’d like to see my sister again.”

Roman felt his heart break. He knew how that felt.

“Caleb’s obsessed with this prophecy. Logan already knows it, but it’s time you heard it too. Generation after generation, seek the red carnation. Throughout all the Sanders, look for the one that is a magic commander. If what you seek for is power, they will bring you to the pink hydrangea flower. Lives lost and many crossed, a man willing to find the special one at any cost. Succeed if every generation is decimated, or rue the day he was betrayed by the ones he dictated.” Jasmine repeated before waving her hand and it appeared on Roman’s arm, “It’ll go away once the prophecy is fulfilled.”

“Do you know what it means?”

“Not fully. We all thought you’d be the end and he would succeed, but none of us thought that he would find what he wanted.”

“And who is what he wants?”

“The fake will lead you to his lair. The fake will tell you everything you need to know.” The stamp on her arm was now glowing purple.

“What?”

“Just make sure that whatever you do, the fake does not make the chosen one tear the world apart.” Jasmine replied as the stamp was searing into her skin, “I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I have to go before Caleb finds me here. Just trust that everything will be alright and things will be alright.”

With that, Jasmine got up and phased through the wall, clearly going to rush back to Caleb’s lair.

“We should go back.” Roman cleared his throat as he picked up the spell book Jasmine left. “There’s a lot we need to tell the group.”

“Okay…” Virgil was quieter than he first started off as.

The two walked back to find Janus and Remus talking to Logan. Logan was trying his best to show that he enjoyed their company and as Roman let his gaze fall on his brother, He watched Logan's eyes flicker for a second to purple. Only a second, but it was good enough to know that whoever was in front of them was a fake.

The fake smiled at Virgil and fake Logan's gaze landed on Roman. The fake smiled at him.

“Logan…? What are you looking at?” Patton asked, squeezing his hand. Roman narrowed his eyes at the boy, even though Patton couldn’t see him.

The fake blinked and forced his gaze away from Roman, “Sorry, for a second, I thought I saw my brother. I guess it must be an effect left from being near Caleb.”

“I’m sorry we weren’t there.”

“No, I’m sorry. I tried to be the hero. Tried to keep you guys from getting hurt. If I could just figure out the mystery myself, I could keep everyone safe. I could maybe…bring back Roman. Maybe, no one would have to miss anyone, and I could heal Remus. And if I got hurt in the process, at least I could die knowing I helped make the wrong things right.”

Roman felt his heart pang. Even though he knew it was a fake, the things fake Logan said he hoped were true, so that when he did find him, he could tell his how wrong he was and how stupid he was to think they would ever not miss him. He had been down that path too. He had seen his brother in the clutches of Caleb’s hands as his friends were in danger, and he had seen the path he chose of his brother over his friends.

“...when I saved my brother, I hadn’t thought about how he would feel with survivor’s guilt. He knows he should’ve been the one dead, but instead, he’s the only one that persisted.” Roman murmured. “I wish…he just knew that I would’ve done it a million times over if it meant he was safe.”

Virgil stayed quiet, looking at the fake.

Fake Logan sighed, grabbing a notebook and pen nearby, “Caleb’s going to strike soon. I could see it. I got some information while I was there. There’s a prophecy. I’ve broken it down a bit.”

Logan scribbled the prophecy down, “Generation after generation, seek the red carnation. Throughout all the Sanders, look for the one that is a magic commander. The red carnation is the same as the magic commander. It has to be someone with powers, and it’s the end of the battle. It’s not a coincidence that Caleb's looking through the entire Sanders bloodline. He’s waiting for the one to lead him to the thing he wants. And from the brief conversation we managed to have, I found out that I’m the red carnation. Always have been, always will be. Red carnations represent passion, which I guess I used to have before...before my brother's death. If what you seek for is power, they will bring you to the pink hydrangea flower. I don’t know what he wants, but I do know one thing. The pink hydrangea flower is Patton. Patton has something he wants, and it makes sense since the pink hydrangea flower represents heartfelt emotion and that lines up with Patton's ideology. Lives lost and many crossed, a man willing to find the special one at any cost. That’s just Caleb. Succeed if every generation is decimated, or rue the day he was betrayed by the ones he dictated. I’m guessing he’ll only gain what he wants from Patton once I’m dead, and if I manage to survive, we’ll get some help.”

“What do I have that he wants?” Patton replied horrifically, “I don’t even have a power.”

“You do.” Roman finally spoke up, Virgil repeating his every word to Patton. “I’ve kept my mouth shut about this because I didn’t know what kind of chaos it would bring if you knew. It doesn’t make sense that you can’t cast any magic when you have one of the most powerful auras in magic. You wouldn’t be able to cast magic spells if you didn’t have any active magic.”

“...I do?” Patton raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”

Fake Logan turned towards Roman. While Patton was only looking at Virgil, Fake Logan was staring into Roman’s soul.

“It’s a power that’s so powerful that the world puts it on inactive mode. It would only take a lot of passion and feeling for you to unlock it and the first time you do, it will be disastrous unless you have someone else powerful enough to stop it.”

“Who would be powerful enough to stop it?”

“From what I’m guessing? Caleb.” Roman replied, “Especially if he got a hold of my soul, or Logan’s.”

“That’s not good then. We need to keep you two safe.” Patton replied worryingly.

“No. That’s not what we need.” Janus shook his head, “That’s too passive. We’ve been waiting too long. Now, it’s our time to strike. We need to find a way to have you control your power.”

Fake Logan was quiet through all of it.

“Okay…”

“Whatever we do, we need to sleep it off.” Remus stood up, “We’ll be heading off now. You’ll be okay, Logan?”

“I’ll be fine now. Thanks for coming to see me.”

The group walked out in silence. It was only when Roman was sure no one else would overhear that he motioned for Virgil to take everyone’s hands. Patton grabbed onto Remus’s, who held onto Janus, who in turn held onto Virgil’s. Once everyone adjusted to seeing Roman, Janus spoke up.

“That isn’t Logan in there.”

“You know?” Roman asked, surprised, “I was just about to tell you that.”

“Logan’s fate is regret. It’s a really rare fate. The only person I’ve seen it on recently is him. He regrets letting you die. He regrets not doing anything. He regrets being there for his parents. He regrets not holding onto his emotions. He regrets everything he’s ever done. That’s his fate, that’s how it’s always been. The boy in there isn’t Logan because there’s two fates that float above his head. It's love. Someone is controlling a human.”

“Yeah. I was going to say that. I saw his eyes flash purple.” Patton replied, “Besides, his magic feels different. It’s not warm and no matter how long I try to convince myself that I’m going crazy, I have this gut feeling that Logan’s still out there, trapped somewhere.”

“It’s the magic.” Remus murmured, “Roman told us he casted a spell right after he went missing. It led us to the hoodie and the blood, but after that, it was a dead end, but we all knew he was still alive. It was just a gut feeling.”

“He wasn’t limping on his foot, almost like it was healed.” Virgil remarked before taking out a spell book, “And also a relative of Ro's…decided to give Roman this book.”

“It’s a spell book.” Patton murmured. “Try it out, Roman. Family artifacts are more powerful with family connections. I also think about bloodline connections being more powerful.”

Roman grabbed the book from Virgil’s free hand, flipping through it before he came across a cool one. “A honorable king is he, change his clothes into one of a bee!”

He pointed at Virgil, who started to panic and opened his mouth to scream and yell about why he chose to practice on him. However, before a single sound could come out, a ball of magic shot above Virgil and burst, the magic particles coming down slowly and changing Virgil’s outfit.

“I hate it and I hate you,” Virgil huffed as he looked at his new outfit. “So it does work?”

“Yeah, we’d need to practice our powers.” Roman replied, “But some of these are pretty interesting.”

“Like what?” Virgil asked as everyone made a closed circle around him to look at the book.

“That one.” Patton stopped the book flipping and Roman read the description out loud.

“Hades and Persephone…it’s a spell that will allow the caster to shift from the living to the ghost world for a certain time frame. Someone wrote in it, and added the note that a ghost will shift into the living world for that time frame. The time frame determines the caster’s power. The more magic the caster has or the more powerful the magic is, the longer it can hold.”

“That would be good for you, Roman.” Patton replied, “When I can see you, I can feel your aura is strong, even as a ghost. People usually lose 30% of their magic when they die and become ghosts, but yours feels just as strong as Logan’s.”

“We’ve got to try out all of this and strengthen everything we have.” Janus replied, “Is there anything else your relative might’ve given you?”

Roman flipped through the rest of the book before a stack of folded papers fell out of the last part of the book. Patton knelt down to grab it, opening it with the help of Virgil’s hands before Roman stepped to widen the circle up so he can look at the papers as well.

“It’s details about everything about Caleb.” Virgil murmured.

“That might just save us.” Roman gaped, “When I went there the first time, I had no idea what I was going into. Even now, I’m blanking on those memories. We could all get out alive, and rescue Logan. We can change the prophecy, so he doesn’t succeed.”

“What would that entail?”

“Studying these notes behind Fake Logan’s back, and…something that might be incredibly dangerous.” Roman stared at Patton.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“It means unlocking your power, Patton, and maybe even causing the end of the world.”

“Fuck…” Patton let out, and it caused the tension to release from everyone as they all laughed. That was something Patton wasn't used to saying, but it was right in that moment.

“How do we do that?” Patton seemed determined.

“You’re willing to do it?” Janus was surprised.

“If it means saving Logan, I’d do anything.”

“Alright, lover boy, hold your horses.” Remus replied, “It seems more complicated than that."

“It means either we let Caleb play with your mind until you slowly go insane and unlock your power…or we try to do that. The only issue is that we don’t know how to stop you from ending the world.” Roman replied, throwing the spell book at Patton. Patton caught it before it could hit his face. Barely. “We don’t even know what your power is. All we know is that it’s powerful. Your magical aura is 10x the aura of Logan’s, who’s probably the next most powerful person. Even if we were to all put our powers together, there’s no way we could stop you from not using your powers. In a sense of desperation, people with magic will do whatever it takes. In your case, your sense of desperation will be unlocking the magic.”

A silence fell between all of them, the mood becoming somber.

“Let’s rest on this.” Virgil spoke up, “Come on, Ro. Let’s go home.”

“Okay…” was all Roman could say. He was exhausted too. He just wanted everyone to be happy again. He wanted things to be okay, but most of all, he wanted Caleb to get the fuck out of his world.

With that, the group separated back to their homes. Roman was expecting Virgil to go home. It was almost sunset and time for dinner. Instead though, he stopped at the museum.

“What are we doing here, Vir?”

“We both need a little pick-me-up. Your brother told me he always goes here when he’s feeling upset. Says it calms him down. Now get out. We’re going.”

Roman got out of the car with Virgil, and the two walked into the museum. Making their way to Roman’s exhibit, Virgil sat down on one of the chairs facing Roman’s last work.

“Your brother brought me here one day. While you were out trying to find anything relating to Caleb, we were always at school. Logan took that time to get to know us by making us stay late to find anything from our end on Caleb. I was so stressed over all of this plus the recent test that came up that one day, Logan just stopped me in the middle of helping his research and told everyone to go home. He dragged me into his car and drove me here. Told me everything there was to know about you. About all the stories behind your paintings and about every film in the museum. I swear, I had never seen him so happy than in that moment.” Virgil replied, “Then, he told me that this was your proudest work. You never told him the reason, but he could guess. He had been receiving his powers in flashes, and he saw the scenery. He saw you and another boy that he hadn’t ever met that looked your age.”

“...my soulmate. I saw him in a dream. No recognizable traits, but I knew he had brown hair and brown eyes. I didn’t see his smile, but for some reason, I knew it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. There was so much purple too."

Virgil smiled and Roman’s heart dropped. There it was. There was that smile that he had been missing all his life. The smile he had been searching for.

“Then…for some reason, Logan told me that he knew the boy. At the time, he didn’t. Then, he met me and it all made sense once he found out I was a medium. I’m your soulmate, aren’t I?” Virgil asked, his eyes landing on Roman. Roman stared into his eyes, not wanting to look away. They were inches away from each other, but it was clear Virgil didn’t mind their proximity.

He didn’t know what to say, so he did the only thing he knew how to do. Speak his feelings. “Hades and Persephone, set my spirit free, let the two lovers of life and death meet once again, and with my fate written, lift the pen.”

Virgil’s breath hitched as Roman went to cup Virgil’s face, the two of them making contact for the first time. He could feel his breath on him and he knew he could feel the same.

The two sat there in silence, staring at each other. Then Roman broke it, “I’d really like to kiss you, Virgil.”

“Then do it, coward.” Virgil smirked. Roman quickly wiped his smirk away as he used his other hand to pull his waist closer to him and he brushed their lips against each other softly before he finally pressed them together.

As they separated, Virgil flushed, leaning his head against his chest. Roman chuckled as he held the boy close to him. After spending so long with him, it felt nice to finally hold his and tell him all that he wanted to say. It didn’t matter that he knew it would only be a few hours before he would miss his touch again. In that moment as he was holding him, he felt everything would be okay and that maybe they would get that moment one day where he was staring at Virgil in that grass field.

“God, how are we going to explain this to people?” Virgil flushed, “I can’t believe out of all the things I had to go ahead and do was fall in love with a ghost.”

Roman and Virgil stayed in the exhibit until Roman decided to activate the spell again to see if it would stop the spell. It did. The two walked out with a grin on their face.

Once the two had gotten ready for bed, Roman told Virgil that he wanted to stargaze. Virgil nodded, joining him a moment after, looking up from his driveway. In that moment, Roman willed himself to be in the living world again, just for a moment to allow Virgil to lean his head against his chest. He enjoyed the feeling of having the boy in his arms.

“Hey, Vir, can I confess something to you?”

“Sure.”

“That was my first kiss.”

“Me too.”

“I wish I got to spend time living longer. Maybe I’d be in college. Maybe I’d already be engaged to someone. Maybe…just maybe, I’d be happy. Maybe my brother would be happier than he has been. Maybe if I was alive, he wouldn’t have felt the need to separate and not make friends.”

“If you had to make the choice again, would you? Or would you let him die and live your life?”

“I’d make the same choice.”

“Hm. You’re a good brother.” Virgil smiled. “And a good person.”

“You’re a good person too. I wouldn’t have gotten here without your help. I would’ve probably been under Caleb’s control by now had you not taken me on that first day.”

“I didn’t take you in! You annoyingly intruded in!” Virgil scoffed, “But I’m glad I met you and got to this moment too. Thanks for giving me every reason to reach out to you.”

The two didn’t speak for the rest of the night, Roman only moving to pick Virgil up and carry his back to bed when he fell asleep. Once he was asleep, he realized how much he missed being alive. As he willed himself back to his ghost self, he decided now would be a good time to rest. He needed it for the next few days. ——————– prinxiety kiss (tbh this one is my favorite out of the three couples)

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[talesofconjuria]

Are you waterproof or what keeps you from rusting?

“I do not rust like other metals. My body was forged in a way that better protected me from the elements. With that being said, I’m extremely heavy and thus, incapable of swimming.”

“You’re incapable of swimming? Can’t you learn?”

“I, as you would say, ‘sink like a rock.’ It’s not a lack of knowing the body motions required to swim and keep afloat. I am just too heavy for those methods to be efficient. It would be the same as anyone who was wearing heavy armor would have a difficult time swimming against the weight on them.”

“I guess that makes sense. I didn’t think about it like that.”

Patton comes back with an arm full of sticks. He sets up a campfire and lights it with his tinder box. He smiles as he sits down on a log. His head rests on his knees as he stares at the fire, his tail wagging back and forth with the movement of the flames.

Logan watches Patton curiously. “Why are you staring at the fire so intently?”

Roman finishes setting the tent up and looks over. He rolls his eyes, used to this behavior. “He has a thing for fire. He can stare at it like that for hours.”

“It’s just really pretty. The way it moves in the wind, the bright colors. How could you not look at it?”

“Looking and staring are two different things. I swear, you’re going to go blind staring at it.”

Patton shrugs; Roman’s comments don’t bother him.

Roman walks a distance away from Patton and Logan, sitting down on a log as she looks up to the moon. “Hey, mom. It’s me again. I had a crazy day. We wandered into a basilisk’s nest. I slayed the beast, of course. Patton wasn’t too happy about it, ever the pacifist, but it was evil! And it turned out to be the right choice because we needed its gullet to make a cure to the petrification. That’s how we met Logan. I’m not too sure about them. They’re made out of metal. It’s not natural. They’re also damaged. I tried healing them, but apparently, we need to go to Jongvale to get them repaired.

“I know I’m supposed to be finding my brother so we can go on this epic quest and find father, but Patton insists that we escort them back home. So, we are taking a detour, but I promise that once that is done with, we will get back on track.”

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Patton takes the second watch so that Roman can rest. Logan sits on a log motionless; his glow is dim. Patton wonders if he’s alive since his chest doesn’t move, but Logan explains that he doesn’t need to breathe and thus his chest doesn’t move. Apparently, he only needs to rest for 6 hours, but he’s not unconscious either. He can still see and hear everything; he just doesn’t move or speak. Paxton doesn’t fully understand, but he trusts Logan’s judgment on himself.

While Paxton stares at the fire, he hears a twig snap too late to stop the wolf from charging and biting into his arm. He yelps in surprise, but before he can do anything, another wolf has already struck the unknowing Logan, knocking him over as the wolf bites into his metal shoulder.

The wolf on him continues to bite Paxton, pain flaring in his arm as blood runs down and coats the beast’s teeth and fur. The second wolf tries to bite Logan but can’t seem to break his metal skin.

Paxton tries to push the wolf off of him, but the beast's grip is too strong.

NEXT

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[prodigal-explorer]

here are some of my favorite sanders sides rp responses i’ve written lately!! enjoy perusing, some are angsty, some are sweet, some are in between! (also cw for violence, implied s/a, relationship abuse/violence, and implied ableism)

Roman shook his head. He took a very, very long time to speak, his mind hazy and busy as he scrambled to figure out how to say what he needed to say in English. It was already hard enough to speak in English when his mind was perfectly clear, but in this state, all the words, even the simplest ones were escaping him.

"C'est- mauvais. Tu ne veux pas savoir. Vraiment."

He narrowed his tear-filled eyes, frustrated, so angry with himself for not being able to communicate the right way. He felt trapped and lost, like a child. Like a child too young to say what they want, so all they could do is...

Cry.

Roman cried.

He felt so exposed, never having cried in America yet. He wanted to come across as this adult, this blossoming, mature feat of majesty and poise. And now, he was falling apart, blood dripping between his legs, in front of his boyfriend's little brother.

"Je veux ma maman..." he whispered. He wanted his mother. He barely knew his mother.

What he meant to say was that he wanted a mother.

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That whole evening in Roman's head had been a blur. Ever since the trial ended, Roman had started to forget the details of what happened that night. It turned fuzzy, and that was how Roman liked it. He didn't want to remember the pain, the suffering, the betrayal he experienced. But now that he saw all the blood and substance on that carpet, dried up and crusted, and smelling like death, he couldn't forget it anymore. It all came flooding back to him like a tsunami. Tears formed in his eyes.

"It's all still there," he whispered, "I was so close to forgetting it for real. It's not fair. It's- it's not fair!"

In a fit of sudden anger, Roman grabbed the nearest lamp, sitting on top of a side table, and he threw it at the carpet. It shattered, the pieces splaying all over the place.

"It's not fair!" Roman shouted, kicking the side table until it fell over, starting to wreck everything in the room. Pictures, pillows, chairs, tables, all of it was coming down. It was only when he got to that dreadful carpet, the place where his body was destroyed, where he stopped, falling onto his knees and sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "This is where he-...he...he was trying to teach Janus a lesson. He said I was his favorite."

—

And Roman was honestly amazing at his job. He had a lot of spills, and struggled a lot with things like remembering orders and handling the busy environment, but he rarely got an order wrong because he always sang them to himself while he made them, and he was nice to customers, often going above and beyond to make them happy. He was paid just as much as the other employees, but his paycheck had a few dollars less because of how often he gave people free things. As hard as his managers tried to explain the concept of “we don’t have infinite cake pops so you can’t give one to every little kid”, it never really stuck with Roman. He just thought kids needed cake pops.

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“I’m not treating you like Roman!” Virgil sputtered defensively, “What on Earth makes you say that?”

Roman, who was quietly listening in from the hallway, faltered a bit in silent confusion. What was so bad about being treated like him?

“Stop that,” Virgil said, his tone icy and terrifying. He was never angry. Ever. So this was a first for Logan and for Roman who was watching. Virgil had the patience of a saint and the temper of a rabbit. He didn’t get angry easily. So this was very new territory that not even Virgil knew how to navigate. “You’re acting immature, and I know you’re more mature than this, Logan. Why can’t you see that I’m just trying to help you? You’re still a child, whether you like it or not. Whether you feel like one or not. Just because Roman is the way he isn’t doesn’t mean that you’re the smartest guy in the world, so stop acting like it.”

—

"It doesn't matter," Roman repeated, "You can watch Dogs 101 and eat cookies with me. Yeah, we can all spend nighttime together, just like we're supposed to do."

Roman grinned and bounced on his toes. Virgil seemed just as hesitant, worried about getting too close to Logan after the huge mistake he had made. But Roman was already off, singing and laughing as he got everything ready in the living room. Virgil lingered. "You don't have to," he whispered, "If you don't want to. Roman will understand." No he wouldn't. And they both knew it.

—

Roman squirmed where he was sitting, biting his lip so as not to cry. If he cried, he would be a baby. But he just had no idea how to express what he really wanted to say to Logan. He was starting to realize how Logan, and really, how the rest of the world percieved him. It was all hitting him at once, and it was hurting. Really, really bad.

He had always felt smaller than he was. But it wasn't until now when he realized just what that would mean.

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A free spirit such as him didn't seem to be the type to approach music with such scientific detail, but Roman had such a love for music that that was just what ended up happening when his mind was so wound up in it. One can't help but be accurate in something when it's a piece of them. Nobody is inaccurate when they breathe. Nobody is inacurate when they blink.

A few times, Roman found himself making eye contact with Logan. At first, in a cautious way, as if to silently gauge whether or not he was doing a good job. But as the song progressed, Roman grew more comfortable, and eventually, these little glances turned into something more playful, as if he and Logan had a secret that the audience didn't know, but were dying to find out, and the two were sitting on it like kings sharing a throne.

—

Roman took a deep breath, closed his eyes, light brown and always glimmering with wonder, and opened them again as he started to sing. His voice was fluttering, like a bird's cry in summer. The kind that gently wakes you up at seven am, but it's so pretty you can't bring yourself to be mad for very long. He did some soft vocalizing before getting into the words.

And my goodness, were these words horrible.

It was like Logan and everyone else had stumbled into a third grade book report presentation, except it rhymed and it was even more terrible. It was like if One Direction got immensely drunk and decided to write all their lyrics with Dr. Seuss' vocabulary.

"Oh, baby, you're like the sky

You go so high

You're my babyyyy"

How was everyone else tolerating this? How was everyone else cheering for this?? Was it pretty privilige?? Was it alcohol poisoning??

"I love the way you dance

With your feet and hands

You're my babyyyy"

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Crown Princes and Butterfly Wings (12/?)

Chapter 11 : Festival Dance

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Roman and Virgil drank some of the faerie wine, they're having a great time at the festival, but what questions will arise when it's time for the group to travel on from Miera?

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TWs for this chapter

-Drunk characters (nothing bad happens)

-Hangovers :)

Otherwise, enjoy reading! I really like this chapter, and next time we get to Lymaine, which... we've been trying to get to since chapter four...

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Roman was dizzy.

Dizzy and bright and he felt like he was flying even though his wings were still hidden.

He felt like he was full of bubbles and clouds and light, warm and safe and happy. He was giggling and laughing so freely, spinning and moving in circles round and round whilst he held on tight to Virgil.

And there was Virgil smiling up at him, his lovely purple hair blowing in the wind, lit up by the bonfire, Virgil’s who’s steps were so nimble and precise despite how they must be just as intoxicated by the dancing and the wine as Roman. Virgil whose arm was hooked around his own as they spun around each other. They split for a moment, spinning to swap partners, but Virgil found him again after just a moment apart.

Neither of them knew the dance, the steps, they surely weren’t doing this properly, but it was easy to pick up, the beat of the music guided them into stomping their feet and twirling and spinning, it was easy and free, nothing like the stiff dances at the royal galas and parties, nothing like the waltzes in ballrooms. This was a revel, a fae dance, and it was just as wonderful as Patton had said it would be. 

When finally they spun together out of the circle both of them were dizzy and out of breath, exhausted in a way that felt so, so good. Virgil leaned into him, burying their face in Roman’s shoulder as they both tried to catch their breaths. Roman wrapped an arm around him, giggling helplessly as Virgil’s wings rustled in response. 

“That wine was a mistake,” Virgil grumbled into Roman’s shoulder, who threw his head back and laughed, maybe Virgil was right. Logan would definitely have advised against them drinking the fae wine if he had been there, but he hadn’t and the wine had tasted like strawberries and autumn flowers, it had made him feel like he was free and floating and so very safe. 

But it was true that Roman wouldn’t be acting like this without it, and he doubted Virgil would either. It didn’t matter to him right now, though, as he nuzzled Virgil’s hair with his nose, making him squeak. 

“Roman!” Virgil giggled, swatting at him with a hand without moving his face from Roman’s shoulder, “Stop it.”

“Never!” Roman cried, “I will never stop!”

Virgil kept giggling, softly whacking his chest repeatedly until Roman grabbed his hand to stop him.

“Come on,” Roman said as they heard a bell chime somewhere in the distance, “It’s midnight, the others’ll be waiting for us.”

“Oh who cares,” Virgil groaned, “We should stay here, no walking!”

“C’mon Virgil,” Roman said, squeezing their hand, “We gotta go-,”

“Not being left again.” Virgil huffed, gripping onto Roman tighter, he knew he’d drunk less wine than Virgil, he also seemed to be a little more immune to it - considering Virgil was entirely loopy at the moment - “Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Roman reassured, “Well, not without you, I won’t leave you.”

“Good, so we’re staying here.” Virgil said.

“No- no!” Roman cried, “We have to find Patton and Logan, remember? We agreed to meet them.”

“Don’t want to, though,” Virgil huffed, knocking his head against Roman’s chin.

“I could carry you, if you don’t want to walk?” Roman offered, because they really did need to find the others before they started to get worried. Logan especially would begin freaking out if they didn’t arrive at the meeting spot when they had agreed.

Virgil seemed to consider his offer for a moment, before nodding slowly and letting him go. He turned, crouching down so that Virgil could jump up onto his back, which he did after looping his arms around Roman’s neck, leaning heavily against his back as Roman picked him up.

“Alright,” Roman said, taking a deep breath to steady himself, Virgil was far lighter than he had expected, but it was still a task to carry someone on your back in such a way. “Which way was the wagon?”

“Dunno,” Virgil mumbled into the back of Roman’s neck, he sounded half asleep already and Roman was more than certainly blushing.

“Thank you, Virgil,” Roman sighed, “For being so incredibly helpful.”

“Y’r welcome.” Virgil mumbled, Roman sighed and started walking.

As he searched for their meeting place, Roman couldn’t help but think about tonight. Neither he nor Virgil were acting like their normal selves, and he was fairly certain that was the wine more than anything else. Soon after they had drank it Virgil had become incredibly affectionate and Roman couldn’t help how he found it so cute to see. The dancing had been brilliant, even more so doing it with Virgil, just like the rest of the festival. Now they were both tired, if Virgil being half asleep on his back and his own aching feet was anything to go by, he was certain he would sleep well tonight. 

—-

When Roman finally found the wagon half an hour later he quickly realised he needn’t have been worried about Logan and Patton missing him and Virgil because they seemed to be quite happy occupying the time together now that they had seemingly come to their senses about their feelings.

At least Roman hoped they’d discussed it before making out in front of half the population of Miera. 

Roman decided he’d get a snack from the wagon, because watching them felt far too invasive and interrupting them felt just as rude, so he’d gently nudged Virgil awake and bought them both something to eat. 

By the time they had finished eating, Roman decided there was nothing else to do but interrupt their… to be honest, Roman wasn’t exactly sure what to call what his friends were doing.

He was slightly worried now that they were going to be worse now that they’d talked about it than when they had been pining, actually.

“So,” Roman said, shifting the once again half asleep Virgil on his back. Logan and Patton sprung apart as though they had been burned, “I take it you two talked about your feelings?”

“What- what time is it?” Logan asked, a blatant redirection that was as good as a yes in Roman’s experience, especially paired with Patton’s giggling. Both of their faces were flushed and Logan’s stars were glowing brighter than Roman thought possible.

“Almost one in the morning.” Roman answered, “Virgil and I got food whilst you two were… busy.”

“I- see,” Logan said, looking more and more embarrassed by the second. Patton smiled and grabbed his hands. 

“It’s ok!” Patton said, “No-one’s expecting us to be back at a certain time, so we can just walk back now! Are uh- are you good carrying Virgil there kiddo?”

“Perfectly fine,” Roman nodded, “They're light as a feather really, and half asleep, the wine hit them hard.”

“You two drank the wine?” Logan asked, glaring at him.

“Not much,” Roman waved him off, “And it’s basically worn off for me now, Virgil drank more though, which is why he’s like this, I think.”

“It’s also highly likely that Virgil hasn’t had alcohol before.” Logan reminded him, “Let alone fae drinks, he’s going to be in pain tomorrow morning.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “It’s fine, we’re not leaving tomorrow anyway, you wanted to do your reconnaissance, so he can recover.”

“Oh good,” Logan said, “And you’ll be there to nurse him back to health, I’m sure.”

“Of course,” Roman nodded with a smile, Logan just rolled his eyes, “We should get going, though, I’m exhausted.”

“I saw you dancing,” Patton said as they began to walk, “Did you enjoy it?”

“It was wondrous!” Roman said, smiling widely at the memories, “I’ve really never experienced anything quite like it.”

“Told you,” Patton said, shooting him a grin before sidestepping to reach for Logan’s hand. Logan took it, twining their fingers together. Yes, Roman thought, it would definitely be worse now they were actually aware of themselves. 

At least he’d won his bet with Virigl.

—-

Logan had been right, of course. Roman woke up with a minor headache, just a little annoying and really nothing he couldn’t manage. Virgil, however, had woken up and immediately pulled a pillow over their face, murmuring something about the light being too bright despite it being a fairly dark morning. 

Dot and Larry had allowed the four of them to camp out in the family room. They had no spare bedrooms, Remy and Eliott already shared and Missy- Patton’s younger sister- had moved into Patton’s old room since he’d left. When they returned the night before they found that Dot had pulled all the blankets and cushions the family seemed to have into the family room and left them to their own devices. 

They’d let Virgil have the sofa (because of his inevitable impending suffering) and Roman had taken the spot on the floor right next to it, curled up amongst a blanket and pillow hoard. Patton and Logan had been sound of mind enough to actually collect their bedrolls from their packs and lay them out over the rug before the fireplace before gathering any blankets Roman hadn’t stolen for his pile for extra comfort. 

Roman had slept far better that night than he had in a long while now. 

True to his word Roman stayed in the house and looked after Virgil all morning while Logan and Patton went out to visit the village library for the day. He’d brought his fellow prince water and food, closed the curtains in the living room to make sure it was dark and sat with him and listened to his seemingly endless number of complaints about how awfully horrible life was at the moment without laughing once, which he would count as fairly impressive, actually.

They didn’t return to the festival again that night, though it was still going on. It had been an easy decision to make, they needed to move on to Lymaine tomorrow and they couldn’t risk being so utterly exhausted as they had been this morning. Instead Dot had cooked them a feast and Roman, Logan and Virgil had eaten with the family as though they had always been part of it. 

When they left the next day, Roman promised to return next year, already upset he would be leaving. Larry nudged his arm and told him that the spring revels hosted by the fae in the neighbouring forests were just as much a must attend as the autumn festivals hosted in the village, if they needed an excuse to return sooner.

Back on the road again, it should only take them about three more days to get to Lymane at the pace they were going. Logan and Patton’s trip to the Miera Library had actually proven useful (unlike all their other library excursions) and they’d managed to find a spell that Logan could potentially alter slightly to work for tracking. 

Unfortunately they needed magical ingredients that Miera had not been able to supply them, so they would have to wait to reach Lymaine until they could even think about preforming the spell itself. Nevertheless Roman still felt that spark of joy shoot through him at the idea that they were finally one step closer to finding his brother instead of constantly falling behind at every turn. But with that joy also came a stabbing sense of panic, because that really did bring back the question he had almost forgotten about.

What would they do when they found him?

Of course, Roman had a duty to his fathers, the Kings, and his kingdom to bring his brother home, they needed their crown prince. Then again, he also had a duty to his brother, his twin nonetheless, who wanted nothing less than to go back and be dressed up in the stuffy clothes he didn’t like and forced to rule a kingdom he knew hated him. Roman didn’t want that for Remus, duty be damned.

But they were going to find him eventually, they had to, and what on earth were they supposed to do when they did?

“You look like you’re worried,” Virgil said to him, interrupting his mental spiral, Roman looked over at Virgil, taller than him by just a few inches and yet Roman had still never seen his eyes. Roman sighed, glancing back to Patton and Logan, walking far enough ahead of them to be out of earshot so long as he spoke quietly. 

“It’s- well,” Roman huffed, “I suppose I am worried.”

“About?” Virgil asked, nudging his arm a little with their own. 

“Just… we’re closer to finding Remus now than we have been this whole journey, now that Logan’s found that spell,” Roman said, “And I suppose I’m just- worried about what might happen when we find him.”

“Surely you’ll bring him home and everything will be fine again, won’t it?” Virgil said, frowning, Roman groaned.

“That’s just it, he left because he doesn’t want to come home, and I don’t want to have to force him,” Roman covered his face with his hands, “He was so unhappy, Virgil, as Crown Prince, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it, and- not to mention that I don’t want to have to leave behind you and Patton when we go back, I don’t want you to have to go back to your own kingdom- I know how much you hate the idea- and I don’t want Patton to have to leave Logan, it’s all just… a lot.”

Virgil didn't say anything for a moment, before he sighed and put a hand on Roman's arm, "That is a lot, and- to be honest, not something you need to worry about right now." 

Roman looked at him for a long moment, "I don't- it’s just that- well I love being a Prince, I care so much about my dads and my people and my kingdom, but- I also care about my brother and you and Patton and Logan and this time we've spent travelling and I just- I don't think I can face giving one up for the other." 

“You won’t,” Virgil said, his hand now gripping Roman’s arm in a way that sent warm sparks flowing through him, already he felt as though he was relaxing, “You won’t because I don’t think I could lose you three either and I highly doubt Logan is about to give Patton up, we’ll find a way, I think that we will have to.”

“Thank you, Virgil,” Roman said, hoping his sincerity would show through in his voice, because he really did feel so much better now.

��And hey, if it makes you feel better,” Virgil smirked, “I’m technically higher ranking than you, so you’re never getting rid of me, at the least.”

Roman chuckled as Virgil hooked his arm around Roman’s properly as if to emphasise his point. 

“Think about it later,” Roman said, mostly to himself, Virgil nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, think about it later.”

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[anxiouslyfred]

Connections - Dukeceit

Summary: A world of various soulmate connections forming at different ages, The sides need to navigate each having multiple types of soulmate connections and finding each other. Janus and Remus are connected by a ribbon and while it takes a few years do manage to find each other from it

Part of a series I’m doing that will be eventual DRLAMP

/\/\

Remus was used to everything he owned looking black to him. Really he had been from a month after the purple and green turned black, but waking up to a yellow cord winding around his wrist was new.

His immediate thought was to barge into his brother's room. “HA! Now we're 2 each!” He cheered, slamming the door open, glancing back to frown at the cord he'd attempted to tie to his own so they'd slam at once. Apparently the cord wasn't corporeal enough to do that yet. He'd keep trying.

His twin just groaned at the noise, only rolling over to avoid him getting louder, knowing already that he would and it didn't matter that it wasn't 4am yet, just that he now had the same amount of soulmates as Roman. “2 what? Weeks of being grounded? Cause I'm fairly sure you're the only one getting that for waking the house up.”

“Soulmates! I got a cord! Bright yellow too. Come on, we're going on an adventure to follow it now!” Remus demanded, already slamming the door shut again as he hurried to get ready back in his own room.

Honestly he was a little surprised to hear Roman actually getting ready to join him but was happy to stay quiet if he could have that company.

That lasted until the end of their street when Roman pointed left after Remus was already going right, asking, “My ribbon goes that was. Shall we continue our quests separately?”

“NO FAIR! We're meant to have the same number! Stop getting extra ones!” Remus yelled, scowling before turning to race along his cord alone.

Remus honestly meant to follow the cord straight to his soulmate that day and be the first of them to find one of his soulmates, but there was the playground and he could try to figure out how to make the cord corporeal. He was sure there had to be a way to manage it.

/\/\

Janus looked at the green ribbon curiously when they notice it. Given it was falling through the table, they're fairly sure it's incorporeal and a soulmate connection rather than something that had been tied there. If they hadn't been having breakfast with their parents they might have been tempted to try following it, but didn't feel like explaining the new bond.

Then the ribbon began to tighten and start straightening out of the dip that had previously been in it. “Sorry Mom, I'm being inexplicably pulled away from your riveting take down of todays news.” They stated, already heading for the door.

“Whatever you've decided to do can wait until after breakfast, Janus.” Their father called, pointing at the seat they'd just vacated. “Sit down and explain what's so urgent to pull you away from your family on your birthday?”

If they'd had their way, Janus would have avoided explaining the soulmate connection to their parents, but any attempts to lie was interrogated more until they had to be honest. As it was they gave the minimum amount of details possible and refused to go for a walk or leave the house for the rest of the day.

Just for some privacy from the parents who only seemed interested in their soulmates when it might benefit them, Janus resolved to only ever follow the ribbon if it had pulled tight and there was a useful reason aside from it to leave wherever they were.

/\/\

The tugging was leading through the park this time, to an outdoors gym that Janus had been sure nobody would actually use. They'd just finished having lunch with Logan when the tugging began and had decided that work could wait a while longer.

They were mildly amused to realise that this was the time they had actually managed to follow the ribbon to their soulmate, but were still not getting noticed at all. “Are you actually trying to do something there, or is your idea of using that exercise bike truly jumping off the pedals towards the branches of a tree?”

“I'm gonna my this cord corporeal! It's got to impact the world beyond me somehow!” The person insisted, not turning around, only growling when the yellow end of the ribbon once again phrased straight through the branch.

“You do realise that there have been no recorded instances of that happening, not even anecdotally?” They asked, curious over how long they could talk before seeing the face of the other.

Their soulmate laughed, walking over to a weights machine. “That just means people haven't had the imagination to try. I'm gonna manage it, just you wait and see!”

“Well I could, but what do you expect me to be seeing? A green ribbon pulling the weights forwards or just something moving with nothing to indicate why?” Janus asked, smirking when that got a glare thrown at them.

“First of it's a Yellow Cord! Get the type of rope right. And second of all, why in god's asshole would you stick around to watch the crazy man? Most people have hurried on calling me insane by now.” The rant didn't break as Janus raised their hand, trying to show the ribbon around their wrist off, mostly because the other wasn't looking away from their eyes.

They lowered their hand a second later, humming a little. “Well there is at least a few records of this being possible.” They decided, grabbing the ribbon with the hand it was attached just above and yanking towards themself, watching their soulmates arm fling forwards too.

“YOU!?” The person had basically leapt to be uncomfortably close in front of them after registering the yank. “It's YOU! My soulmate! First one I've met?”

“And you, third one I've met. Do you happen to have a name? Or just pronouns will do, I suppose.” Janus asked, taking a small step back.

Now a hand was shoved into their own. “Remus, He/him. Who are you? What are your other soulmates like?”

“Janus, They/them. I've only met Logan and Patton and they're both quite lovely. Do you have multiple soulmates also?” They replied, blinking at the questions.

Remus nodded wildly. “3 others! And now I've got my own place I can actually try and find them!”

“Oh, you recently moved?” Janus asked, only getting more interested the more subjects that seemed to be brushed past for something else to look at.

“Got kicked out. Knew it was coming so I'm glad that the parentals waited until I'd got plenty saved up, even if they didn't know it. Wanna come around?” Remus suggested, turning to walk out of the park and tugging the ribbon in an attempt to make Janus follow.

“Unfortunately I have a job to return to. Do you work night shifts instead?” They asked.

“Yeppers, nights at the bar being a guard, later nights being an usher at the club, forever giving the assholes the beatings they request.” Remus nodded, “Come follow this if you ever wanna watch an entertaining evening.”

With that Remus was bounding away again and Janus was laughing in disbelief, a little uncertain what just happened but certain they'd find Remus again soon enough.

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[pulchrasilva]

One Line, Any Fic

I was tagged by @ihasafandom 

Rules: pick any 10 of your WIP fics (or finished; go nuts), scroll somewhere to the mid-point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

These are maybe a bit more than a line but shhh

A mix of Sanders Sides, Roleslaying and Venom fics. Some of these are just single lines jotted down in my notes, some of them are fic I haven’t touched in years, and exactly one of them is actually finished and should be posted soon :D feel free to ask me about any of these because I’d love to talk about them it’s how I get inspiration

These are maybe a bit more than a line but shhh

No pressure tags: @fangirltothefullest @lost-in-thought-20 @theimprobabledreamersworld @remus-of-reston @ant1m0ny @lost-in-frog-land @kitausuret @soodoonimin @korruptbrekker @brandstifter-sys

1. I’m Yours

Of course, the dish had long since gone cold, and there was no way Logan would be eating it after he stepped in it, but the idea made him want to smile, or cry. Both actions were things he hadn’t done in a long time.

2. Don the Sash and Sceptre

Roman strutted down the school corridor like it was his own personal walkway carpeted in red. In a way, it was. Not literally of course, but the way heads turned as he passed by more than made up for that.

3. all i wanna do is take the sad from you

Patton conjured Roman’s orb, and sure enough, amid the scarlets and crimsons and wine reds, a patch of dark, dark red swallowed the prince’s positivity. A blemish on Roman’s courageous and hopeful personality.

4. every memory adds another piece

Steeling himself, the Janus seized Patton by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug – to hide his face, of course. He couldn’t let another side see him crying. That’s what this was about. It had nothing to do with how isolated he felt, or how the physical contact to grounded him inside his own skin.

5. An Alien Symbiote and a Very Resourceful Goat

Venom moved slowly, both to avoid scaring it off and because he physically couldn’t move any faster. When he was near enough to extend a trembling tendril, Venom wasted no time. He latched on to white fur and sunk past the skin. 

6. i know a place where the pain doesn't reach

It was so tender, so vulnerable yet relaxed, in a way that he'd never seen either of them. He'd been travelling with Youngblood for a while now, and slowly getting to know Noise since leaving Neon, but this was a level of familiarity and trust that he couldn't even dream of. The sight had his heart aching with a sudden craving for this, this intimacy, with them.

7. Unnamed

A road, entirely straight, stretches off in either direction into the distance, cutting through the bleak muted orange of the land on either side, dried mud with deep fissures and completely flat. A little way off to his left was what appeared to be a cactus, guarded and intimidating. To his right, a mountain range formed a paper thin outline along the horizon. Thomas started walking. Did it really matter which direction?

8. Unnamed

"You don't need him. I do. And like hell am I gonna let Cletus go after all that time we were separated. If you can't deal with that, you can go find another host that's willing to give up everything for you. Or you could help me save my husband."

9. Unnamed

Carnage grew, spilling out of the heart and into the surrounding veins and arteries, until he filled ever vein, every artery, every tiny capillary. Blood replaced entirely by something new. His body and Cletus's intertwined, forever.

10. A Tragedy with a Happy Ending

Their bones clacked together as Cross took his hand. It felt different from before - there was no warmth, no soft flesh padding out their grip. But even after all the years apart and all the ways they'd changed, their hands fit together perfectly - like they always had.

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[creativia10]

How Thoughts Manifest

Logan and the others are curious about Patton's ability to read their minds. Roman also comes up with a fun way they can use Patton's ability in their new relationship.

Relationships: romantic LAMP

Wordcount: 1353

Notes: Tuliptober Prompt 25- Mind

Let me know if I forgot anything.

@transexualfoxprince

Based on @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors Ping verse

“So,” Logan started.

“What is it like hearing our thoughts?” Logan asked Patton.

Patton immediately blushed and looked away, shuffling nervously.

“Uh well, in what way?”

“Dang,” Roman started. “We must pine pretty strongly to get that kind of reaction out of you.”

Patton pouted but still refused to look at him.

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Apologies, I can see how a nonspecific question would be difficult to answer. What does the experience of reading each of our minds feel like? How is it different for each of us, in other words.”

“Well,” Patton started, “For one thing, the way your thoughts come to me are in different forms.”

“Oh really?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded. “Yeah, uh, Logan thinks in words. Roman in images. And yours are mainly a combination of images and words.”

“That’s fascinating,” Logan said. “I’d be curious to know more about why that is. Perhaps there is some brain science behind that.”

“As long as we don’t go experimenting with Remus again,” Virgil grumbled.

“Is there a double of voices when one of us speaks while you are around us?” Logan continued. Patton thought for a moment.

“Not really, surprisingly enough. I will see Roman’s images of what he describing. I can also hear if one of you is thinking about something other than what you are saying.”

“I suppose in a way that makes sense.”

“Ok,” Roman said, “I am very curious. How often have we pined or thought affectionately about one another? This seemed to be a reason you waited to act on anything you heard.”

Patton squeaked and then looked at the other two as though unsure what they were okay with him sharing. The implications of that made Virgil feel a bit warm.

“It seems like you should get the permission of everyone before sharing,” Logan said.

Roman cowed some. “Of course. Apologies Pat, I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

Patton nodded. Logan reached for Patton and gently held his hands.

“Please know, nobody is upset with you for these abilities you had no control over. None of us are hypocrites.”

“Besides,” Roman said, “It did end up aiding to some benefit. Seeing as we managed to get together and are all very happy about that.”

Logan shot Roman a small smile before he looked back at Patton. “Yes, exactly.”

Roman looked considering for a moment.

Logan then said, “Patton, would you mind if we test your limited mind-reading abilities some? To gain a better understanding. Only if you want to.”

Patton contemplated for a moment before nodding hesitantly.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“We can see if we can send you a mental message of sorts, on purpose. Then you can describe how it is for you? It could be a way to better understand how the experience is for you.”

“Sure. I can see how that would help.”

Logan nodded. He looked at Patton for a moment.

“How did that thought come to you?”

“Well, I heard in your voice, but without your lips moving of course, that you thought ‘voice message test one. Say bagel to confirm and then describe, if you would like, to the others.’”

Roman snickered at that.

“I suppose that is one way to test that out,” Virgil said, amused.

Patton looked over to Virgil.

“You seem to have a lot of rapid thoughts, Virgil.”

Virgil blinked and shifted. “I’m not too surprised by that, to be honest.”

Roman hummed. “I have an idea, that may help.” He smirked. “And may be fun for us since we are all together.”

Logan turned to Roman. He seemed confused by what Roman was getting at. Roman looked directly at Patton and lidded his eyes some. Patton jumped and squeaked, immediately blushing.

“I-Roman!” Patton whined and looked away. Virgil raised a brow at Roman.

“What did you show him?”

Roman hummed and shrugged his shoulders. “Just something I’d like to do with him, and that I imagine we would all want.”

Virgil flushed at that implication, his imagination getting the best of him. Patton whined at that.

“I-,” Virgil started, “That one wasn’t on purpose.”

“Of course not,” Logan started, “That was after all one of the main things we were discussing. That we cannot control how our thoughts come to him. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Logan gently squeezed Patton's hands and directed the next thing to Patton.

 “Besides, who better to know this of us than you? I’m sure we trust you.”

Patton smiled a bit at Logan, even through his blush.

“Of course,” said Roman. There was still a teasing tone to his voice though. “Tell me Pat, whose mental image was the most flustering.”

Patton pouted at Roman.

“If I may,” Logan said, and then looked at Patton. Patton seemed unsure how to feel before his face changed. He covered his face but leaned into Logan. Logan smiled.

“I can see how you can find entertainment in this, Roman.”

“Logan,” Patton complained.

“What did you say?” Roman asked, with a laugh in his voice.

“Nothing more than my usual adoration for him.”

Virgil bit his lip. He had mixed feelings about this.

“I can see how that could be…but isn’t that kind of ganging up on Patton?” Plus, wouldn’t overhearing some of what the others say to each other be part of the fun? Then again, this way they could imagine it a certain way.

Patton looked over at Virgil and smiled. He reached for Virgil’s hand, which Virgil of course grasped back.

“Don’t worry, Virgil, I know you all have fun intentions in mind.”

Logan added, “Of course, none of us want anyone to be genuinely distressed. That’s no fun for anyone. We can assure Patton to speak up about what he is comfortable with, and I know we would all listen.”

Roman nodded, “Of course.”

Virgil nodded. That did make him feel better. He did want to try what they were doing as well. It seemed special, to be able to share a connection like this with a partner.

Virgil took a deep breath and tried to focus his thoughts. His thinking was too rapid to be able to completely control what went over to Patton. He was sure there would still be things he wouldn’t want to come to the other. That was something they could deal with another day. Good thing this was Patton. The most understanding person they all knew.

So Virgil didn’t fight the images that came to his mind. Images of how he wanted to be physically affectionate with Patton. Even the jumble of frankly sappy things he thought of the other.

Patton tilted his head and smiled at Virgil. Virgil then made a point to purposefully think that he didn’t mind Patton sharing some of that. You know, to add to that thing they were doing.

“Virgil is allowing me to share some of his, thank you for trusting us with this. They are mainly a jumble of images that keep changing. Of him wanting to hug me. Hold hands. Other sappy light affection. How he is grateful to have this relationship now. Oh! Now I’m getting to the more heated images, broken by occasional check-ins.”

Virgil smiled at him.

“This could be a fun new activity for us,” Roman said. Patton rolled his eyes.

“Alright, if you all enjoy picking on me.”

“Only in the way you like, dear,” Logan said with a smile.

Virgil would admit, it was a bit fun seeing Patton react to things before any of them outright saw anything.

“We can continue asking about his new power another time,” Virgil said lightly. Roman smirked. Virgil cupped Patton’s cheek with a soft smile.

It was nice how they almost didn’t have to say anything. Lips met. They felt for each other in a tangle that fit when they were all on the couch. Some had an insight into what the others wanted. Some didn’t. But they were already fitting into a groove of how their relationship would flow with each other. Virgil figured they wouldn’t have it any other way.

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