#a week and a half later roman shows up to school wearing remy's new jacket

[things-we-used-tc-share]

The Town That Never Was

[Image Description: a long road with decaying plants on either side, with text overlayed that reads ‘the town that never was’ in white. A white icon of a clock is placed underneath the text /end ID]

I’m re-releasing the first four chapters as I’ve edited them! 

Ships: DLAMP/CALMD, Remile. 

Warnings: Cheating is mentioned at some point during this fic in the past, some slight horror themes but in a comedic sort of way, kidnapping is mentioned but again this is like a comedy-horror so there’s not a lot of suspense. 

Plot: In Hell, a town of roughly 1,000 people, nothing that is supposed to happen ever happens and everything that physically should happen, does. Logan, a scientist, goes there in hopes of studying the world’s most unfortunate, and miraculous, town. But no one who ever enters ever finds the will to leave again.

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Chapter One: The man who can see everything, and the scientist from normality. 

Logan has a habit that mostly includes acting first and thinking about his safety a few hours later, usually when he has a burned hand or a broken bone, and then it’s followed by a “worth it!” as he accepts his own recklessness in favour of science. Today is one of those reckless days. Well, so far it’s been a reckless week (and a reckless life), as he’s been driving for about four days now.

He sees the “Welcome to Hell,” sign that has been overgrown by an abundance of tree roots despite the fact there are no trees for miles. The blue-eyed scientist sighs to himself absently as he gets the foreboding feeling that the next week of his life, should things go the way he planned, is going to be a series of these events and as it stands he has been driving far too long to hop out of his car near sunset to run tests on tree roots that should not exist.

The sun is, by the way, setting far too early for this time of year.

As he gets within the town’s boundaries, his car radio fizzles and automatically tunes into the suddenly only available radio station; Logan assumes this is harmless and simply listens to the soft indie beats that are now playing with no issue. The sky; where the sun is setting, is painted in a brilliant red, whilst the sun itself looks to be a somewhat magnificent ball of fire (which, of course, it is, but it doesn’t usually look literally as a ball of fire, you know, the kind when some idiot in class decides to bring a lighter to school and sets the waste paper bin on fire? yeah, that sort of fire). There are tall, black pylons everywhere, and the buildings seem old and are either wooden or Greek, which is interesting because as far as Logan knows, the ancient Greeks never quite got to America, yet these buildings certainly seem very old. Impossibly old.

He already has an infinitesimal amount of questions, and he’s aware that (as warned) that small pile is going to grow over the course of his stay here.

The music stops playing and a voice tunes in over the static waves of the radio “Welcome back listeners,” The dulcet, deep tones rumble against Logan’s ears and if voices could be a point of attraction then Logan would say this is an attractive voice. “A special welcome to the mildly ominous white economical car that just rolled into town full of what appears to be an impressive amount of science equipment, I don’t know who you are but you are apparently quite handsome, so I’m certainly hoping I’ll know you at some point,” Logan flushes a little and as if the radio presenter could see him, he chuckles. “We’ll run into each other, anyway, to the regular listeners this is your usual news on the town,”

Logan pulls up outside the place he had booked to stay but as he turns off the car he can’t help but lean back to listen to the radio presenter some more. “The sun is on fire, but more so than usual, the police advise you don’t look directly into it, or do, I’m not the boss of you and you can make your own decisions for yourself,” Logan snorts a little, shaking his head full of dark curls “Three strange cult-like figures have appeared in the outskirts of the town, on the west side entrance, they don’t appear to be doing anything but simply standing there, if someone has recently attempted to summon a demon or any otherwise ominous presence, please report it to Roman, our town’s exorcist who will help you deal with this problem, unfortunately until he knows exactly what they are, there is nothing he can do to help, thank you Roman, for being as useless as ever,”

The scientist laughs then and finally turns off the radio, grabbing his bag out of the back amongst a whole load of gadgets as he walks up to the front door. He can hear voices on the other side before the front door is thrown open extravagantly to reveal a young man with unruly dirty blonde curls. Logan, who hadn’t even knocked yet, blinks with a perturbed expression “Hello?”

“Hello!” The stranger replies with a smile a little too wide and hazel eyes a little too bright. “Don’t mind Remy, he turns into a cat when he’s anxious, but come on in!” Logan exhales deeply, cheeks puffing out as he shakes his head. “Oh yes, you’re an outsider, you’re probably not used to Hell standards of weird, sorry,” The man picks up the cat and places him on top of the counter before he moves around the other side “You’re staying for a week, yes?”

“That’s the plan,” Logan chuckles “...but I’m told plans don’t tend to work out here.”

“Oh no, they never do, all rooms are booked for at least a month just in case, I’ve added a few extra days on free of charge, we don’t tend to get many visitors so I doubt they’ll go amiss,” The man scans a keycard through the computer system, it fizzes slightly and he hits the side of it before trying again. “There you go, you’re in room 13,” He hands the keycard over “...and if you need me just ring,” he taps the phone “Phone number is on the bedside table.”

“Thank you....?”

“Oh! Emile, I’m Emile, that’s Remy, he’s not a cat, he just looks like one right now,” Remy blinks two wide golden eyes at Logan, he does certainly look like a cat. “He should be back to normal when he’s finished having a tantrum.” Remy hisses in response. “Have a nice night!”

Logan decides that he’s already reaching his limit with weird and he’s only been here maybe half an hour, although his watch has also mysteriously stopped working so there’s no real way to tell. He puts on his pyjamas, climbs into bed and tries to fall asleep.

It takes him an hour and a half to do so. Roughly.

--

When he wakes up the next morning, and finishes going through the usual human morning routine, he wanders downstairs to find a man who isn’t Emile sat on the chair behind the desk with headphones on. His name tag read “Remy,” and he’s wearing sunglasses inside. Otherwise he’s completely normal; a worn down leather jacket accompanying a black shirt and ripped jeans, hanging off a man who is of normal height and stature for someone in his early 20′s.

“Sorry about being a cat when you got here,” Remy pulls an earphone out to speak, chewing on bubblegum as he does “...me and Emile were having a domestic, how is your room?”

“Adequate,” Logan replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “So the turning into a cat thing is that...genetic?” Remy laughs a little and shakes his head.

“In what world would that be genetic?” He kicks his feet off of the table and sits up a little straighter “No, it was a curse.” Logan nods slowly, wondering why one is less likely than the other, and then thinking that he doesn’t want to know why because then he would start thinking like a resident here, and that sounds like a nightmare. “We do have an exorcist, and he’s supposed to really be able to dabble in lots of different type of magic, but so far he’s been unsuccessful.”

The dark-haired scientist recalls the radio presenter from last night “Roman, right?” Remy nods in response.

The door opens then to let in a bright array of sunshine, and Remy scrunches his nose up in distaste, pushing his sunglasses even further up his nose as if that might have been possible. The man that is silhouetted against the door frame looks too bright, but as he speaks, Logan recognises the deep and soothing tone “Good morning, stranger.”

The door closes behind him and the man leans against the wall with a wide grin. His skin is tan, a caramel colour with light blonde hair that has been pushed to the side and back, exposing two-toned golden snake eyes. Logan is starting to regret his journey and coming here at all, and he is certainly not enjoying the way his own heart thunders in his chest, or the slight warmth to his cheeks. Perhaps it’s the sharp angles of the man’s jaw, the snakeskin that covers half of his face, or the gentle radiant glow this man has, but he is...astoundingly beautiful.

Weird shit, Logan can deal with, feelings? Not at all.

“Welcome to Hell, literally, that’s the name of this place. America’s most singularly, scientifically fucked town, where everything that shouldn’t happen, definitely does happen,” The man grins, dark eyes blinking. Logan blinks back, opens his mouth, and then decides he doesn’t have any words in his extensive vocabulary to explain this. “What brings such a handsome young man to the town?”

“Science,” Logan mutters. “I came to investigate the town, scientifically this place is fascinating, a hive of energy that exists nowhere else.” He straightens his lab coat and holds up a device that had been in his hand. “So far I’ve discovered extremely unusual readings, and...” Logan talks, he explains, and the stranger looks at him with an incredibly dopey look.

“Uh-huh,” he mutters as the scientist talks extremely enigmatically, all strangeness and shyness are forgotten as he loses himself in his interest.

“Sorry, I didn’t ask what your name was, I don’t think I caught it last night.” The tan-skinned man smiles softly before shaking his head.

“You didn’t,” Logan doesn’t know how he knows this. “My name is Deceit, but most people call me Dee, I run the radio show,” The scientist smiles and nods, offering a hand for him to shake. Deceit practically purred at the contact to his gloved hand; he can’t help it when someone so pretty comes wandering in, all fair skin and dark hair with such...enticing cobalt eyes, he has to blush a little.

But the moment of bliss is interrupted as the door opens again, slamming behind the second newcomer of the morning. Remy, who clearly does not like having visitors, sighs in annoyance and looks up to a dark-skinned man with long hair and is..dripping in jewellery. The man is holding a book in his hand and he goes to speak before he looks up, only to see Deceit (in which his gaze turns sour) and then Logan (in which his eyebrow quirks, a slow smirk crosses his face and the book snaps shut in his hand). “Remy,” The stranger has an accent that sounded to be somewhat partially American. “You have a visitor?”

The cat-like man sighs. “It would appear I have quite a few,” he unplugs the other earphone and tosses them on the table “What do you want, Roman? I told you at this point this curse isn’t that bad, plus Emile finds it harder to shout at me when I’m knee-high to a grasshopper and fluffy,”

That would be some sound logic, Logan thinks to himself, ...if he were not talking about turning into a cat. “That’s fine, there is clearly someone much more interesting to talk to,” The elegant man holds out a hand and wears a grin that is almost a little too revealing. 29 years of not being flirted with and today it happens twice one straight after another.

“As if your two boyfriends weren’t enough Roman, you hop on the poor fresh meat like he’s dessert,” Deceit cuts in, a displeased look on his face as he folds his arms across his chest.

“He certainly looks like dessert,” Roman retorts. Logan thinks blushing is going to become a hobby whilst he’s here and looks over at Remy for help.

“Dee, don’t you have a radio show to host? Roman, don’t you have a demon to maintain? Logan I have no idea what you’re here to do but I’m sure it’s more than being the ruler in a dick-measuring contest between two insufferable assholes.” There’s a beat. Roman has the audacity to blush as if he hadn’t been saying some fairly explicit things by Logan’s standards, but a moment ago.

“Oh well, I’m here too...”

“Logan, dear, you’re cute, but I spent an entire night as a cat, and my better half, who is, by the way, all of my patience and will to listen to other people, is at work, right now I’m as bitchy as I can get, please don’t try and explain to me science unless it’s the science of how to make a coffee so strong my heart will stop...” Remy’s glasses slide down his nose, revealing two bright gold cats eyes, and they narrow as they stare at Logan. “All of you, out.”

“I’ll bring you a coffee, Rem,” Roman mutters as he starts towards the door.

“Thanks, Roman.” He doesn’t sound very thankful at all.

--

Roman offers to show Logan around town, he asks about the device in the scientist’s hand but anything he says is completely lost on the bejewelled man. Who is, by the way, wearing a lot of jewellery. His hands are covered in rings that have thin chains hanging from them, connecting to bracelets or each other. His nose, lip and eyebrows are pierced twice and the entire left side of his ear has small chains hanging off of them.

He looks like a prince.

“This is the coffee shop, my boyfriends both work here, and they live upstairs too, fair warning, one of them is a demon,” Logan nods a little numbly, unsure what else he was expecting really. Does anything normal happen in this town at all?

They walk in to see a scrawny and sickly pale man behind the counter, to the point where Logan would worry about anaemia until he saw the veins that were completely onyx running underneath the skin. The demon, then. “Welcome to Hell’s Pat-isserie, what may I get you?” His voice sounds bored, but then he looks up and sees Roman and his face lights up.

“Just a latte please,” Logan smiles nervously.

“That will be the cost of your soul please,” The demon’s voice darkens and shakes like lightning, Logan has to admit he felt a slight spike of fear before both the pale man and Roman start laughing.

“Virgil I keep telling you to stop doing that!” Logan looks up at the sound of a new voice, only to inhale sharply by what he’s greeted with. A man, with soft, freckled cheeks and a round face that has so clearly smiled so much, bounces up with stray blonde curls falling around his face. He bats a tea towel at the demon (Virgil, Logan assumes), before fixing Logan with a wide and blinding smile.

Blushing is indeed becoming a hobby.

“Roman, you’re late, help me with the coffee machine won’t you love? It’s jammed again the stupid bloody thing.” The man’s voice is as soft as his appearance dictates, and he hands the tea towel to Roman, who vaults over the counter to help. Then his attention focuses on Logan and he’s not entirely sure his heart can handle those pale blue eyes. “Sorry about these two, they’re a handful, just a latte was it? That’ll be $3.50,” Logan hands over the money with a dazed expression. As he’s handed his change, he can’t resist asking.

“What’s your name?”

“Patton, you?”

“Logan.” Patton smiles again, and Logan can’t help but liken it to the first flowers blooming in spring, and other cheesy metaphors that people come up with when they think about love at first sight.

“Well, Logan, take a seat, and we’ll bring your coffee over shortly,” A pause “...and thanks for keeping Roman out of trouble, it’s practically his day job,”

The scientist can’t help but absently think he’d hold back an inconclusive amount of danger to see Patton smile again. Then he reminds himself that he has a job to do; even if the rate of his own heart around these men is the strangest thing that has happened to him since he arrived in Hell. He can't afford diversions.

#ts sides #ts sides fic #CALMD #dlamp #CALMD/DLAMP

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Chemically Imbalanced: Chapter 32: Post-Exam Pampering

A/N: So I wasn’t sure about posting this week, since Tumblr is slowly starting to breakdown and fall apart, but figured there was no harm in it. So, I hope this is a welcome break from finals or the anxiety that is Tumblr! Warnings: Swearing, Smoking, Allusion to Stalking, Being Followed Chapter 31   |   Masterpost   |   Chapter 33

Also available on AO3!

 It was the first moment of quiet that Roman was able to snatch in about a week, and he couldn’t help but rest his forehead against the cool metal of his locker door. His phone vibrated and Roman winced, expecting a message from his mother and half-afraid to pull it out and check but…

 At this point, school had leeched all the life and joy from his soul. He was a husk. It didn’t matter at this point if it was his mother or-

 His eyes lit up a little when he saw the contact name. This was a much better alternative.

 [Dark Prince <3]: Hey darling. I know you had a rough day with exams and such, but remember tomorrow! Xxoo I’m so proud of you! Call me if you wanna have a vent, okay? Xoxo

 Roman’s eyes filled with tears for a moment, closing them and pressing the phone to his chest with a shaky inhale and exhale. School might have been leeching all the good from his soul, but Virgil always seemed to know how to put some back.

 “Yo…” Joan’s worried voice interrupted Roman’s thoughts and he turned his head to them, “You alright?”

 Roman laughed bitterly, “Exams.” he whispered.

 “Exams have never made you cry and hug your phone before.” they answered, “Hey, look. Last day of the week.” Roman smirked, “Ditch your school shit, we’re getting food.”

 “Joan, I don’t have-”

 “Did I ask if you have money?”

 Roman laughed again, “No...you didn’t.”

 “Then c’mon!” they bounded toward the door and Roman did as he was bid, putting away everything he didn’t need and finding Joan at their car, playfully exaggerating how long they’d been waiting.

 Roman laughed softly, climbing into the passenger seat and Joan beamed as they turned the car on.

 “Right! Preferences?”

 Roman rolled his eyes, “You invite me out for food but don’t know what you want?”

 Joan snickered, “Hey, lemme enjoy a bestie date, okay?” they smirked, “I’m more worried that you haven’t been eating.”

 He blinked at Joan before it dawned on him, “Oh Joan, no.” he laughed softly, “Ma got us some new...well, relatively new clothes.” Joan regarded Roman sidelong, “The usual handmedowns…”

 Joan sighed and rolled their eyes, “All the same, you look thinner than usual.” they turned toward the mall, “So you’re gonna tell me about your week, your plan for the weekend, and I’m gonna make sure you stuff your face.”

 Roman laughed, nodding as Joan turned into the parking lot and slowly found a space.

 [Princey Dork xo]: I’m having some food with Joan. They think I’ve lost weight??? Like ???? how ???

 Virgil snickered softly as he read the message.

 [Princey Dork xo]: It’s just the clothes, dude, chill. But anyways, imma prolly be away from my phone for a while. I might call for the vent later xoxo thank you, baby...i needed that message.

 Virgil smiled softly, tapping out a reply to Roman as he waited by his bike for Talyn.

 [V]: Of course, honey. Go enjoy your time with Joan. Tell ‘em I said hi!

 He looked up as Tayln approached, the collar of their uniform sticking up over their sweater, “You have no idea how much I hate after school shifts.”

 Virgil smirked, offering a helmet, “I think I do.”

 Talyn rolled their eyes and took it, “If the girls here knew I worked there? All I’d hear is ‘can you get me free stuff’-” she imitated the girls with an obnoxiously high, nasally voice, “-what about a discount? Sephora’s so good but so expensive, like, could you get me anything for cheaper?’”

 Virgil snorted as he climbed onto his bike, adjusting his own helmet with an eye roll and waited until Talyn climbed on behind him, “I mean, they could just get jobs.”

 “Ugh, but then I’d be working with shallow ass bitches.” The conversation tapered off as Virgil rode, Talyn leaning back on the bike and climbing off first as Virgil kicked the stand out, “And they’d wanna be friends with me, and god, don’t fucking get me started on trying to discuss pronouns with them.”

 Virgil chuckled as he pulled his helmet off, climbing off his bike and opening the compartment, “So...what you’re saying is: exams were hard and everyone sucks.”

 Talyn whined, “Yes! Everyone does suck!” they threw their hands in the air, “The questions were dumb, my classmates are dumb just- ugh!”

 Virgil let them rant as they both made their way to their store, and he explored the aisles as Talyn went out back to change. They returned soon after, wearing their name and pronoun badge, smirking when he saw a girl pass with her own pronoun badge.

 “You got them all doing it?” he asked warmly and Talyn smiled.

 “No...actually one of the girls saw mine and just...got everyone else badges.” Talyn mused, leading Virgil to their station, “I didn’t even know til I came in the next day. It was...nice. Some of us even had ‘he’ badges and that...that means a lot.”

 Virgil smiled brightly, “That’s...amazing, Tal.” he breathed and they grinned back at him.

 “Anyways, you don’t need make-up help.”

 Virgil rolled his eyes, “No, but this isn’t for me.”

 “Okay?”

 Virgil sat in their chair anyway, knowing that to keep Talyn from being pulled away to another customer, they’d have to do his make-up. Talyn pouted, but started wiping his face clean, “Roman’s just finished his exams. And he’s mentioned he’s having a hard time of it at home too.” Talyn nodded as they cleaned off Virgil’s face, “So, I wanted to do something to lift his spirits.”

 “You think a consultation will do that?” they asked, picking up Virgil’s shade of foundation.

 Virgil snickered, “Talyn, I’m not just getting him dolled up.”

 Talyn blinked, “You’re gonna buy him a set, aren’t you?”

 Virgil grinned, “Bingo. Whatever shades he needs, palettes he wants...I wanna spoil him.”

 “He’ll fight it.”

 “I know.” Virgil let Talyn work their magic, “But the boy has six different shades of foundation. The one that fit kinda closely ran out last week.”

 “He told you that?”

 “He lamented.”

 Talyn giggled, “So he doesn’t know his own shade?”

 Virgil sighed, “Boy tans easy. Not that he’s been out much to tan.”

 “So he needs something that won’t show too harshly when he’s not as dark...and won’t wash him out when he is.”

 “Yeah.”

 Talyn hummed, “A consultation might help then.” Talyn smirked, “Not to mention, make him feel all kinds of gorgeous.”

  Roman yawned as he stood outside the mall, smirking at the text from Virgil saying he was on his way and rubbed his eye. It was odd for Virgil to specifically state no make-up, but he hadn’t argued. He was technically out anyways.

 “Heya, babe.”

 Virgil’s cool voice snapped Roman from his thoughts, spinning around to him and smiling with relief, “Hey.”

 Virgil beamed up at him, “You are a dork.” he tugged playfully at Roman’s jacket, “No scarf or beanie?” he teased, pulling him into the mall.

 Roman rolled his eyes, “No.” he stole Virgil’s hand as soon as they were inside, shivering at the shock of warmth on his skin, “Though this jacket is amazing.” he sighed happily, “I’m nowhere near as cold.”

 Virgil grinned, “I’m glad it helps.”

 Roman raised an eyebrow as he was pulled by Virgil, “You’re so excited.” he chuckled, smiling as Virgil beamed over his shoulder, “What’s the occasion?”

 A soft giggle escaped Virgil, “You had a hard week.” he answered warmly, “I want to help you feel better.”

 A small frown crossed his features, “Feel better?”

 “Yeah! Cause it’s...been a hard week. I want you to feel good too.”

 The frown quickly turned into a bright grin, his hand squeezing Virgil’s, “That’s...that’s really sweet!” he giggled, meeting Virgil’s pace, “So where are we going?”

 Virgil giggled, “It’s a secret.” He stopped just outside the food court, “First, you need to eat.” he answered, poking at the extra fabric on Roman’s shirt.

 “I’m not starving.” Roman chuckled, “You and Joan both came to that conclusion…”

 Virgil took the fabric and wiggled it, “Hey...Remy could help make these fit better.” he offered, pulling Roman into the food-court, “And look nicer. But!” he gestured outward, “That doesn’t change my point. Pick something!” Roman giggled at Virgil’s excitement and grin, “Lemme spoil you.”

 He couldn’t help himself. He dragged Virgil over to his favourite restaurant, sitting and laughing with him as they ate together. Being able to vent about his week and listen to Virgil’s own wacky stories helped him calm and relax.

 Before he knew it, he was being pulled toward another store, paling when he recognised the brand name, “Baby, no…” he whispered, hand tightening around Virgil’s.

 His boyfriend only grinned, “We already have a consultation booked and I told you I’d spoil you.” he pulled at Roman’s hand.

 “They’re going to try to sell you so much, Virge and I can’t possibly-”

 Soft, warm lips against his stalled his thoughts, resetting and restarting Roman’s thought processes, “Hey.” Virgil whispered, “It’s okay.”

 “Virgil...Don’t buy everything they offer, please-”

 Virgil squeezed his hand, “I’m only buying what you say yes to.” he answered softly, “If you don’t like it, I won’t get it.” he smiled, “Deal?”

 Roman took a shaky breath in, “Okay...deal.”

 The half an hour he got on his break was the only plus side he had to working eight hours in the cesspit he called a job. If Sheryl asked him one more time how to do a fucking transaction he was going to lose his goddamn mind.

 He stalked through the mall, well aware his uniform was visible but no longer caring, texting as he wandered.

 He could never say for certain what it was that pulled him from the conversation on his phone. Had he heard the voice at first and just not realised? Had he even been paying attention to his phone?

 He didn’t know.

 But what he did know, was that laugh.

 Loud, bright, booming with joy and excitement. It had been younger then but surely the last few months hadn’t changed him that much already, had it? He looked around carefully, spotting a cafe nearby and ordering a coffee. He didn’t care about being back late for his break or losing his job.

 This was far more important.

 Virgil beamed as Talyn worked their magic, gently squeezing Roman’s shoulder, “I’m gonna duck out for a smoke, okay?” he cooed gently, kissing Roman’s temple, “I’ll be right back.”

 Roman beamed at him, pulling Virgil down by his shirt for a warm and very happy kiss, “Don’t get lost.”

 “It was one time!”

 He made his way through the halls, finding the exit door he’d wanted and stepping out into the brisk, cold chill of the covered parking lot. It was eerily quiet, save for car motors and the wind, but it was better than the loud inside.

 He walked for a little while, hiding himself behind a pylon as he lit a cigarette and took a drag. Who knew how long it would take security to come down and grab him.

 Was that breathing? He poked his head around the pylon but the only person he could see was some dude fiddling with a paid parking meter. Did he-

 Virgil hid back behind the pylon before their eyes could meet. It was the weird bike junkie! Did he work here? Good god, he really hoped he wouldn’t recognise him. They’re last exchange had been so odd…

 He heard the automatic doors open and close, and he saw the junkie moving to a car, climbing in and pulling out his phone. He didn’t move to start the car...maybe he was just on a break or something...yeah.

 That made sense.

 He finished his smoke, crushing it beneath his boot, making his way back to Roman and Talyn quickly. He just couldn’t quite shake the unnerving feeling that something...was wrong.

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The Boy in the Dog Park (Ch. 1)

  Summary:  "Hello listeners! The local police station asked me to remind all of you out of the roads tonight that, here in Gainesville, we believe in a speed limit of 19 miles an hour. If you go 20, well, you're going to jail."

Gainesville is a strange town. Virgil should fit right in.

Now if only Virgil could figure that out. Luckily, he's got three friends, and maybe eventually something more, to help him along. 

Warnings: Non human characters, Past violence, non descriptive violence

Chapter Title: The First Meeting 

Chapter Summary: Logan had come to realize you had to expect the unexpected in Gainesville, what with the yearly blood sacrifices and the howling packs of wolves that roam the streets at night. His thoughts had adapted accordingly. And while he knew it was impolite to stare at people with more limbs than average, he was taken aback, not by how their tentacles flailed, but by the small smile tugging at one corner of their mouth.

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“All right boy, go play!”

Logan didn't really want to be here. He knew Roman didn’t either. Standing around talking with others as they watched dogs running around wasn’t his idea of fun. Especially not at six in the morning. He would much rather be home reading the last chapters of his second favorite Agatha Christie novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, but Patton had begged the two of them to come along.

In all honesty, he hadn't even wanted a dog (and neither had Roman.) Neither Roman nor Logan had a schedule that allowed them to be home regularly enough to take care of a dog. Roman was an actor and a playwright. He insisted that leaving the house helped him come up with new ideas and get his creativity flowing. This caused him to leave the house at any hour of the day, and occasionally even at night. Sometimes he was gone for hours. Occasionally he was gone so long that Logan became concerned. Patton would wave it off, and Roman would always return.

In Gainsville, it was normal for someone to disappear, only to show up hours later in their living room, having no idea what had happened, or even that any time had passed at all. It had happened to everyone at least once, though Roman seemed particularly susceptible to it. Logan was convinced it had something to do with That Forest, which was looming behind the dog park this week. Logan eyed it warily.

Logan, though he technically worked regular office hours, worked after hours almost too much. He didn't mind it, he liked his job, but he wouldn't have the time to look after a dog.

Also, Logan preferred cats. But Patton had made an adorable pleading face at the two of them, and said that “I could take care of him, Logan, PLEASE, look at his cute little face-!”  And they had ended up with a puppy. And eventually, they ended up here. At the dog park.

He knew he shouldn't have let Patton step into that animal shelter.

Patton was chattering happily away with Remy, who owned a french bulldog mix named Holly, who was now playing with their greyhound-labrador mix puppy, Blue. Roman was standing to the side and scrolling through his phone, oblivious to anything other than his screen, so Logan was the one who had to keep a watchful eye on the two dogs.

So naturally when the- boy? Man?- crept out of That Forest and sneaked through the unused back gate, Logan was the first to notice. Logan took no real interest in him but ended up observing him out of want for anything else to do. He had no dog with him, though Logan wasn't bothered by that. Many people came to the dog park to pet other people's dogs. The fact that he had come from the woods didn't disturb him either. He knew that there was a row of houses a mile or so back in that direction, though, at the moment, they might be in the middle of That Forest. It's not inconceivable (However unlikely, just taking a stroll through the woods was ill-advised for your health.) that the man (because he definitely was a man, albeit a skinny one) had walked through the woods from one of those houses.to bed until two o’clock in the morning. Now though, sleeping with the others calmed him down,

It was a misty morning, and at this distance, Logan couldn't make out his face, but the mystery man immediately spotted Remy’s bulldog and headed closer. The dog, apparently recognizing him, ran over to the man. Now that he was closer, Logan could take note of his appearance. He was wearing an old tattered hoodie which had several patches stitched carefully onto it, ripped skinny jeans, and worn out sneakers. He had dark shadows under his eyes, showing his sleep schedule definitely wasn't the greatest. Logan could sympathize.

Before he moved in with Patton and Roman, his own sleep schedule had been horrific. Even if he had lived in Gainesville for years now, he was still often kept up by the howling of the Wolves that stalked the streets at night. Also, he got caught up in his work a lot and forgot to get and they made sure that he got to bed at a reasonable time.

The man was slumped on to the ground now, the bulldog practically sitting in the man’s lap. Blue had hesitantly walked over to sniff at the new person. When the man turned and caught sight of the puppy, he perked up immediately. Logan saw a soft smile come over this stranger’s face

Logan was abruptly ripped from his thoughts, staring in shock as the back of the man's jacket burst open.

Logan stiffened, then relaxed as he saw the cause of the man’s jacket ripping open. The waving tentacles, protruding from the man's back, thrashed around in excitement.

Back in high school, Logan’s and Patton’s mutual best friend,  Emile Picani, had similar tentacles that were always twisting calmly through the air. (Emile was the one who introduced Logan to Patton  formally, which Logan would forever be grateful for. He was currently still in college, studying for his doctorate in psychology. On another note, Emile was Patton’s cousin, and for this reason, Logan suspected Patton wasn't quite human either, but never cared enough to ask) If Emile became excited, then they would whip through the air quickly. He fondly recalled when the three of them had graduated, and watching Emile cut slits in the back of his gown so he wouldn't rip them open with his flailing.

Now that the man was closer, Logan could see that there seemed to be a set of buttons hidden on the back of the man’s jacket that allowed his tentacles free without ripping the hoodie.

This type of thing was normal in Gainesville. Logan was one of the few who hadn't been born here, and as such, he was one of the few who knew that things like that weren't normal literally anywhere else.

Logan had moved here with his parents when he was sixteen. He adapted fairly quickly to the teacher whose skin turned green when she was mad, and the yearly blood sacrifice to the local nature god. (He didn't do it one year, just to see what would happen, and let's just say he would never be doing that again.) He was still occasionally surprised by the oddities of Gainesville. His parents, however, had moved away as soon as they could. They had to save up enough money to leave, and by that time, Logan was old enough to make his own decisions. He stayed. He was too dead set on getting a job at Fortune Tellers Tech inc, (And too far in love with his classmates, Patton and Roman) to even think of leaving.

He had eventually fulfilled both of his wishes. He had started as an intern at Fortune Tellers, then was hired, and later promoted to the position of the head of his department. He gotten together and subsequently moved in together with Patton, then Roman. They had chosen a small house in a different part of town, so the fact that there was another person with tentacles that they didn't know about was hardly surprising. Logan wondered briefly if Emile and the stranger were related, but was suddenly broken out of his thoughts by Remy. He had apparently noticed Logan’s staring and had decided to comment on it.

“That's Virgil. He comes here and chills with the dogs a lot- Gurl, why are you squealing so loudly? ”

Patton had apparently finally caught sight of Virgil and was now squishing his cheeks, squealing at the sight of him. Logan found his reaction adorable.

Nonsensical, yes, but adorable.  

“He’s so cute, Logan! Roman! Isn't he cute? Can we go say hi?”

Virgil,- who, now that Logan noted his physical features, was rather cute- did not seem to notice Patton’s squealing.

Patton’s squealing had finally caught Roman’s attention. He looked up from his phone and caught sight of the boy. He whistled.

“Damn, he is adorable. I’m all for going to chat him up. What about you, Specs?”

Logan smiled.

“Gladly.”

~~~

In the end, they never got to talk to the very mysterious and very cute Virgil. They had approached him, although he didn’t seem to notice them at first. When Logan had tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention, he had thrown himself forward and away from them, dislodging the dogs from his lap. He sprung to his feet and whirled around to face them, tentacles quickly slipping back into his jacket. His eyes were wide, showing them the beautiful entrancing lavender color of his irises, but they were distracted from the color in his eyes by the panic in them.

“Hey, are you okay-?”

Patton was cut off as Virgil turned and bolted for That Forest, vaulting over the fence. As they stood looking at each other, each slightly confused at his reaction, Remy strode over.

“Yeah, he’s pretty shy. Doesn't like meeting new people. Y’all are new to this part of the city, right Patton?” After Patton nodded he continued on. “Ya know, everybody who comes here is pretty protective over him. Well, I gotta warn you, don’t upset him. You'll have hell to pay if you do.”

Remy smirked, flashing rather sharp teeth at the three of them. Then, whistling for his bulldog, he walked towards the gate.

The gate clanged shut, and Remy was gone.

“Well… Okay.”

“Shut up, Roman.”

~~~

After they had tried to chase Blue down for half an hour, and failed miserably, they finally managed to tackle him to the ground. (They meaning Logan and Roman, Patton had stood there, doubled over in laughter. If it were any other situation, Logan would have found it endearing.) Logan frowned at the dirt stain on his tie. He knew he should have worn a darker color today.

The ride home was quiet as the three of them contemplated what had happened that morning. The only voice that filled the car was that of the local radio host, Thomas Sanders, reminding his listeners that the sun would not be rising tomorrow because the sun god was taking a day off. When they got home, they ate an early lunch and then split up for their individual tasks for the rest of the day.

Patton went grocery shopping, then planted some new chrysanthemums in the small garden outside their house. Roman continued working on his new play, while Logan settled in to read the last few chapters of his novel. Life returned to normal, at least for now.

~~~

After issuing that ominous warning to the three and leaving the dog park, Remy took a right turn and walked around the edge of the woods. The second he was out of sight of the park, he took another sharp right turn into the woods. After walking for another ten minutes or so, and having to yank Holly away from a few glowing squirrels, (They gave her a stomach ache if she managed to eat one.) the scenery became familiar. After a few more minutes of walking, Remy broke into a clearing.

The clearing was a decent size, with a small pond in the middle of it, which fed a quietly bubbling brook. The early morning mist still hung over the perfectly still surface of the pond, though it was slowly being burned away by the rising sun. Large boulders lay scattered about the clearing, piled up against each other. A small tent was set up tucked into one corner of the clearing, along with a camping chair and table.

What Remy was looking for, however, was none of those things.

He found his object of interest sitting, perched on a low hanging tree branch. He was still unaware of Remy’s presence as he was staring contemplatively into the water of the steam which ran directly underneath his branch.

Sighing, Remy tied up Holly to a tree, so she couldn’t run off to catch squirrels and then teleported himself to another branch above Virgil. (Ahh, the perks of godhood.)

Cutting to the chase, Remy simply asked, “Are you alright, Vee? You sort of freaked out back there.”

Virgil, having not noticed him until this point, startled violently. The back of his jacket opened again, and his tentacles wrapped around the surrounding branches to keep him from falling off the tree.

Remy arched an eyebrow. Normally, Virgil had more control over his extra appendages. Something was obviously bothering him.

Repeating himself, Remy asked, “What’s wrong, Virgil?”

Virgil avoided his question, letting out a shuddering breath. He tucked his tentacles back into his jacket and reached behind himself to snap the buttons back in place. “God, Rem, you scared me.”

Remy frowned at Virgil’s non-answer, although Virgil couldn’t see it, as he was still looking down at the water below. Virgil would talk when he was ready, he supposed.

They sat quietly for another ten minutes at least before Virgil broke the silence with a rush of words that trailed off. “It’s been a year, you know, since…”

He broke off his train of thought, but Remy knew what he was talking about

Around this time last year, Remy had been walking in these same woods. (At the time, the woods weren’t ‘cursed’ as they were now, that had actually been Remy’s doing, to keep people away from Virgil. Virgil hadn’t mentioned it, but Remy knew he was thankful. An accidental side effect of that was the fact that the now dubbed ‘That Forest’ moved, but what can you do?)

He had discovered Virgil, emaciated and exhausted, collapsed on the ground. He had taken Virgil back to his own house and nursed him back to health. The healing process that would have normally taken months only took a week and a half. This was probably due to Remy’s powers, but he suspected that Virgil being not quite human had something to do with it too.

Remy had tried to get the full story out of Virgil, but all that he had gathered was that he had been chased out of his old town and had somehow ended up here, and it had something to do with his tentacles. (Though Remy couldn’t understand what that had to do with anything. Why would they throw him out for that?) He didn't pressure Virgil though, letting him have his privacy.

A fast friendship had blossomed between the two of them, but when Virgil was healed, he insisted that he didn't want to be a burden. Remy had protested, but, seeing that he couldn't change Virgil’s mind, He had tried to get Virgil an apartment, but Virgil had balked at the thought of being around people. So Remy had used his powers to give him a suitable home in the clearing. He conjured the pond and stream and bought him a tent and other essentials.

That's how Virgil lived for the rest of the winter, (being in Florida, the weather was nice enough to live outdoors year round) spring, and summer.

The incoming chilly weather would only serve as a stark reminder to Virgil as how long it had been since he had been forced to flee his home.

Remy frowned deeply, wishing he could erase Virgil's horrible memories. He leaned down and squeezed Virgil’s shoulder gently in a gesture of understanding.”Well, I’m here if you need someone to talk to.” They fell into a comfortable silence after that.

A half hour passed and the two of them moved to the bottom of the tree. Virgil had toed off his shoes and socks and was dabbling his feet in the stream. Holly had walked over from where she had been staring intently at a squirrel in one of the other trees to curl up in Virgil’s lap. Remy had finished with his drink and had stared at it in disappointment before remembering that he could just conjure himself a new one.

Remy was the one who finally broke the silence.

“I think you should talk to them.”

Virgil glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, not saying anything.

“I mean, I talked to them, and they seem like nice people. They were at the park last Sunday too, so if you come next Sunday, you could probably catch them.”

Virgil only hummed uncertainly. “At least they didn’t see my tentacles-”

“Um-” Remy started but he was cut off by Virgil continuing.

“But are you sure-”

Remy groaned, breaking off Virgil’s sentence. “Gurl, you need to socialize, you’ve been living like a hermit. And they're cute.”

Virgil spluttered, his face flushing, and swatted him on the shoulder. Remy smirked, standing.

“I need to leave. You want me to get you anything?”

“Nope, nope, nope, get out!” Virgil squaked, lifting Holly off his lap and standing, shoving Remy towards the edge of the clearing.  

Teasingly, Remy crowed, “Someone has a crush~” before he snapped his fingers and teleported himself and Holly away before Virgil could push him in the stream.

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Soulbound Part Two

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Word Count: 2,955

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, Background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, bullying, mention of drugs and alcohol, threats, Unsympathetic Remus, Unsympathetic Deceit, implied mention of sex (wow this fic went from 1 to like 67 real fast) Please leave a comment and tell me if I missed anything that should be tagged or if you want anything tagged!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

IMPORTANT NOTE!! I changed all of their last names cause I didn't like them. So. Yeah. Also sorry this seems a bit late, I got caught up with doing things and school and we had a ton of snow (where I live we never get snow) and so I was a little distracted all week. Sorry about that y'all!! But its here now, so yeah!! Hope you enjoy!!

Chapter 2

Roman woke up with a start, his wrist stinging. He looked over at his clock that read a time much to late- or early- for it to be reasonable. He rubbed his stinging skin and tried to go back to sleep. 

  This was a regular occurrence. Waking up at two am to a stinging wrist or shoulder, sometimes an ankle or forearm. Once he woke up nearly screaming as his left side felt like it was on fire.

  He didn't quite know what it was, but Roman never thought much about it. I mean, people woke up with little pricks sometimes, right? He'd probably slept on it wrong or accidentally hit his bedframe in his sleep.

  Roman lay in bed, tossing and turning as he tried to fall back asleep. He looked over to the clock once again and sighed. It was only an hour before his alarm went off.

  Not seeing the point in trying to go to sleep anymore, Roman swung his legs over the side of his bed and started getting ready for the day.

  After taking a shower and pulling in clothes, Roman's alarm rang out two seconds after he was done styling and drying his previously wet hair. He slapped it off as quick as possible, suddenly not wanting to wake anyone else up.

  Roman inched out of his room and into his brother's, flipping on the lights, much to his brother's dismay.

  "Turn the goddamn lights off…." His brother muttered through his pillow.

  Roman sighed. "Nope! C'mon Remus, it's time for you to rise and shine- or whatever it is that you do when you're awake- and get ready for the first day of school!" He walked over to the broad window and threw open the blinds, letting light filter and flow into the already lot room, the sun beams hitting Roman's twin in the face.

  "AaaAAAHH!!" His brother screamed. He sat up in bed and shielded his face. He glared at Roman after adjusting to the light. "I'm going to sell your organs on the internet you pile of horse sh-"

  "Love you too, brother! I'm gonna go make breakfast now okay bye!!" Roman zipped downstairs, not wanting to stick around to see whether his brother would act on that threat or not.

  Ten minutes later Remus came loudly down the stairs and yelled at his brother. "DID YOU GET OUT ALL THE CEREAL AND THE POPTARTS?!!?"

  Roman sighed, looking at the counter that was overflowing with four different cereals and a box of poptarts. "YEAH BRO MAN I GOTCHU!!" He yelled back.

  Remus entered the kitchen area with his heavy heeled boots and skipped over to the cereals. He poured a little of each box into a bowl and unwrapped a poptart and crumbled it on top. He went to the fridge and pulled out a carton of not milk but orange juice and poured it into the abomination that was in his bowl.

  Roman looked away and tried focusing back on the eggs he had in the pan in front of him. "I cannot believe that you actually eat that, Remus! It's revolting!" Roman bemused.

  Remus shoveled a spoonful into his mouth, staring at pointedly. "You," he sputtered through the mouthful of 'Cereal'. "My brother, have no taste." He swallowed and gestured to his bowl. "This is a masterpiece of a meal!!"

  Roman made gagging noise and slid his single solitary egg onto a piece of toast. "That's not even a meal! I daresay it would harm someone rather than anything else!"

  Remus scoffed and took another bite.

~~•~~

  Today was the first day of their sophomore year, 10th grade and they couldn't wait for it to start. Or at least, Roman was excited. Remus had made his opinion adamant; he couldn't care less if the school caught fire.

  But nonetheless, it was a day they'd all been awaiting, whether eagerly or with disdain.

  Patton had stuffed his backpack full of snacks and colorful pins as gifts for his new classmates and friends.

  Roman had excitedly roused his voice in preparation for theater and barber shop choir he was sure to audition for.

  Logan had packed up notebooks and pencils and pens, all fitting perfectly in his backpack as he awaited learning, a year ahead of his peers.

  Remus had done nothing but think up pranks and plans of destruction of freshman newbies for the start of the year. His phone pinged and he picked it up to look at it.

  A boy known around school as Deceit had discretely packed his bag and pockets full of liquors and drugs to sell to anyone who'd buy. He looked at his email and raised an eyebrow. He turned to his messages and shot a text to his partner.

  And a person of seemingly infinitesimal importance shrugged on a black and purple jacket and sighed heavily. He didn't look forward to this. What's to say it was going to be any different from last time?

  And so, life started as sophomores for each and every one of them.

~~•~~

  Virgil Sanders walked up to the front of his new high school. A place to start over… he thought.

  He pushed his way through the doors and tried to think positively.

  "Well helloooo there my good newbie of a kid!!" A voice rang out. Virgil startled back and bumped into someone behind him. How did someone get behind him so fast??

  "Ah, ah! Don't be scared my good pal!" The person behind him said, his voice was a little too reassuring, a little too happy.

  "I-I'm sorry...I'll just find my own way around…" he stammered out. He didn't want to try and be cocky and make enemies this early into the school year. And his anxiety was telling him to play it safe.

  He didn't even see the two that were harassing him before a voice trilled out, "Oh there you are, babe!!"

  Virgil felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. "Hon-ey you've got to stop running off like that! Gurl, you're gonna lose that cute purple head of yours in the crowd if your not careful!" Virgil looked up to see a boy wearing aviator shades and a leather jacket.

  "Uhm--?" 

  Virgil started before the sunglasses'd guy turned and whispered in his ear, "Just play along, babe…"

  "Right…" Virgil turned and kissed the strange man's cheek. "Sorry babe, won't happen again." He cuddled up to the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. If he was gonna play the part, might as well make it convincing.

  "That's right honey bae! Now let's get you to class!" And the two walked away hand in hand.

  As they rounded the corner, the man parted from Virgil and turned on him. "Sorry bout that honey, but gurl you were in real danger there!" He held out a hand. "The name's Remy b-t-dubs."

  Virgil shook it. "Virgil. Thanks. And sorry for the kiss." 

  Remy laughed and waved his hand at Virgil. "Oh pah-lease babe! Trust me I probably enjoyed that more than you think I did!" He winked and laughed again at Virgil's flushed face. "Now, stay outa trouble, ya hear? Cause auntie Remy ain't always gonna be around to save that cute face of yours hun. But here's my number in case you need anything!" Remy took out what looked like a business card and handed it to Virgil.

  Auntie Remy. Gossip wheel, late night counseling, party boy.

  At the bottom a number was printed. "Hey what-" but Remy was already gone.

  What just happened?

~~•~~

  Remus was pissed. He had received the text from Deceit that morning that there was fresh meat and he was so ready to spill crickets in that loser's bag! And then that stupid 12th grade dumbass senior Remy had to show up and "save the day."

  His eye caught a little freshman boy with broken glasses. He carried his books in his arms and had a smattering of freckles to accompany his bright red hair.

  Perfect! Remus thought maliciously. And crept over to sink his teeth into his next victim.

  "Hey there freckle face!" He called cheerily.

  The boy seemed startled and pointed at himself as if to confirm.

  Remus sighed. Wow this kid is dull… "Yeah you, scarecrow reject! Now Imma make this quick since I already lost one lunch income," he started, slinking around the kid. "Hand over the money you mommy gave you for food today else I'll make sure that it won't stay down."

  The redhead seemed flustered. "Wh-what? B-but, I need that money!" He subconsciously reached for his pocket.

  Bingo. Remus knew his type. Fear would get him what he wanted. He grabbed the kid by the front of his shirt, making the books tumble out of his hands. "Listen here, nerd! You gimme that money or else you're gonna be using it to mend all the bones I'll be snapping in you hand, here!" Remus held up one of the kid's spindly hands as an example, wagging it loosely in his face. His maniacal smile grew as he heard the kid whimper in fear.

  Remus put pressure on one of the kid's fingers as the freckled boy didn't move. "Tic-Toc, brainless bastard!" He snickered sadistically.

  "Fine!!" The kid yelped in fear and shoved the money at the bully. "Just leave me alone!"

  Remus pushed the kid to the ground and shoved the money in his pocket. "As you wish, orange peel!" He stepped on the kid's discarded books and walked over to where Deceit watched.

  "40-60, my snake bitch." Remus said, handing his partner 14 dollars of the 35.

  Deceit counted the money and nodded. "I'm disappointed the newbie slipped by us…" he looked off at where the purple haired boy had been a few minutes prior. "But I think he'll be back…" His amber eyes glowed a near sickly yellow. "And this time we're playing the long game."

~~•~~

  Remus had run off ahead of him so Roman entered the school's doors alone. He had wandered only a few steps inside before a blur of blue and gold barreled into him.

  "GOOD TO SEE YOU, KIDDO!!" Patton shouted, squeezing Roman in an impossibly tight hug.

  "Gah!! Good to see you too, Patton!! But," Roman gasped out, smiling. "I can't breathe, buddy."

  "Oh my GOLLY gee!!" Patton shouted, releasing Roman into open air. "I'm sorry bout that, kiddo!"

  "Really Patton, you should know your own strength by now. It'd be quite a shame if I lost my best friend before we graduated." A deep voice called, his voice laced with amusement.

  Roman softly pushed Patton aside. "Logan!!" He shouted and subsequently barreled into the tall boy, retracting after a right squeeze to just a shoulder hug. "Buddy, it's good to see you!" He laughed.

  Patton made a noise and the two boys turned to look at the shorter one. "And it's not good to see me?! I'm offended! Roman! I am your father-"

  "Not my father-"

  "And you will love me right now!"

  Roman laughed and drew Patton and Logan both into a tight hug. "Man I missed you guys!!"

  Logan gently wrapped his arms around the other two and smiled. "As did we, my friend. As did We."

~~•~~

  It was like any other start of school day. Read syllabus, play a get to know you game, repeat.

  It was really fairly normal for Roman.

  Until his third period.

  Roman knew nearly everyone in his grade, he had been the popular kid back in middle school and that had mostly transferred when he got into high school. So when roll call was being taken, it piqued his interest when a foreign voice answered a foreign name.

  "Roman Prince?"

  "You called?" Roman asked charmingly. The teacher looked at him tiredly. Roman cleared his throat. "Here!" He called a little more calmly.

  "Flora Riley?"

  "Here!"

  "Uh...Virgil Sanders?"

  Virgil Sanders? Roman thought. Maybe I just don't remember him and I'll recognize his vio-

  "Here." A quiet but firm voice answered and Roman checked behind him to see the source of the unrecognized voice. 

  A boy sat in the back of the class with his feet pressed up against the table, curling himself mostly into a ball in his chair. But even so, Roman could see purple hair peeking out from under his patchwork hoodie and stylish, iconic reverse eyeshadow applied to his face. His ripped black jeans and scuffed combat boots made it obvious that there was a new emo in school.

  Cute… Roman thought subconsciously. I mean, he was pretty cute.

  "Alright class. We're gonna play a get to know you game. Now come up and draw sticks." The teacher held out a tin full of stocks with names on them and shook it slightly, letting the wood jingle against the run. "You'll be drawing the person you'll be sitting with for the rest of the semester. You may not trade with anyone, and yeah, that sucks but so does school." The class snickered as people drew sticks. There were only enough for half the class, and the other half drew the sticks.

  Roman was not part of the group that drew sticks. So he sat idly at his seat and began to daydream about how the year would go.

  "You're Roman Prince?" A voice asked.

  Roman snapped out of his dreaming and looked up to see Virgil the Emo standing over him. Roman smirked and out a hand to his chest. "The one and only! Come to admire how pretty I am?" He asked charmingly.

  The emo snorted. "As in pretty dull? Maybe. It is a wonder of the world after all."

  Roman scoffed and pressed his other hand over his heart, as if it hurt. "I'm offended! You wound me!!" Roman held out his hand smiling. "I assume we're seating partners then! How do you do, my emo nightmare?"

  Virgil didn't take his hand, rather he just walked to the back of the class. "Come now, Prince of the Preppy, we don't know each other and honestly I don't think we ever will. We're not sitting up front."

  Roman frowned at the lack of jest in the emo's voice. He thought he and the purple haired boy were flirting wonderfully!

  Since Roman didn't seem to have any other Soul Marks, he didn't have a Soulbound Soulmate. So he freely flirted with every moving thing that breathed.

  But Roman wasn't going to give up that easily. "Hey there, plum hair! Tell me, what's it like looking so fruity?"

  Virgil snorted, and hid his face in his sleeve.

  Nooo!! Roman thought. I wanna see your cute face!!

  "I dunno...what's it like being so fruity?"

  Roman laughed and tried again to reach out his hand. "An absolute delight!"

  When Virgil did nothing but sit down at the table in the farthest back corner of the classroom, Roman deflated a little. This Virgil was cute, albeit a little annoying. I mean all he would do is snark at him! Maybe Roman had misread the situation.

  "Fine alright," Roman have up. "I'll stop talking, panic-at-the-everywhere."

  "Sweet." Though it was the answer he should have been expecting, Roman prickled.

  "So you don't want to talk to me at all?" Roman asked flatly, slightly annoyed.

  "No, not really." Virgil said, pulling out his phone.

  "Really? Like really Really?"

  "Yep." He popped the P and pointedly turned away from Roman.

  "Are you kidding me?"

  "Nope." He again popped the P.

  "You know we're going to have to sit next to each other all semester, right?"

  "Yeah…? And…?"

  "Well you have to talk to me eventually!"

  "And I'll stay here dreading when that dreaded eventually will come."

  "You cannot be serious! Come on I'm fabulous!"

  "Fabulously plastic, dumb, and shallow, if that's what you mean."

  "Shallow?!"

  "Uh, yeah?"

  "How dare-!"

  "Alright class!!" The teacher clapped their hands, stopping the impending fight that was about to break out. They started passing out papers to each of the students. "Now choose one or two, or however many you want and ask them to your partner. And yeah it sounds boring and maybe it might be if you're boring. So don't be a boring teenager."

  Roman and Virgil got the paper and looked it over. It at least Roman did. He finally picked one and asked it, knowing that trying to wait for the Emo to pay attention would be futile.

  "If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?" Roman sighed out.

  The answer that came was almost immediate and nearly shook Roman to his core. "Soulmarks." Virgil seemed to have spat the word out. "I'd get rid of all Soulmarks."

  Roman was about to ask further about it but he heard a loud clang behind him.

  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SLEPT WITH SISSI LETANTA?! YOU SHIT!! YOU KNOW THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND'S LITTLE SISTER, YOU BASTARD!!!" The girl behind Roman was in an absolute rage. The boy she was talki- screaming at was pale and seemed like he'd wet set himself out of fear at any moment.

  "Whoa…yo Virgil check this ou-" Roman had once again tried to communicate with the Emo boy, but turned to see him filming the whole thing. "What are you doing…?"

  "Blackmail."

  "What?!"

  "You never know when it may come in handy."

  "You're the creepiest emo kid I've ever met."

  "And how many emos have you met exactly?"

  "Three! There was this one girl in my middle school that-"

  "Yeah okay you can shut up now."

  "Well thanks."

  The fight had only been broken up by the bell ringing. And Virgil left without saying a word to Roman.

  What a weird, creepy, cute kid… Roman thought. I think I wanna be his friend.

Again, I’m sorry this is later than I wanted it to be, and It’s not as good as I’d like it to be, but I promise I have things planned for this! Big things! Angsty things! Fluff!! I swear it’s going to be better than it is right now, I’m just a little caught up in life at the moment. Hope you liked it! And do feel free to leave a comment if you want me to tag you!! Sweet dreams!!

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