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creativia10 · 1 year

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The Kindness of a Glow

As the king of the underworld, sometimes Logan had to be cold. There were things he had to do. But sometimes, even his heart gets to him.

Pairing: Logince, Moxiety

Word count: 1038

Warnings: angst, death is a major theme, negative self talk,

Notes: Inspired by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors The Darkness of Night (lys Orpheus and Eurydice greek myth au)

So, I watched Hadestown for the first time recently. And this came to me as I thought of possible what ifs.

Logan still almost can’t believe he gave in to Roman. He let the demigod try a nearly impossible task to bring their dead lover back from the underworld.

He heard Roman walk over to him from behind.

“You think they’ll make it?” Roman asked.

Logan sighed. “I don’t know…” and he truly didn’t. He knew Roman wanted them to. And Logan wasn’t heartless. But he had to look at things from a bigger perspective as the king of the underworld.

Time was strange in the underworld. Logan was pretty sure he wouldn’t know of the result of the test he gave Virgil unless he failed. Unfortunately, he did see for himself what came of it.

Logan was startled to crying. Strong emotions were not something Logan came across a lot in the underworld. When he did, the criers were more likely to be newer spirits. Logan did not spend long around the newer spirits with how much he had to keep in order.

When he followed to see the cause, he immediately knew what had occurred when he saw who was crying. Patton. The lost lover of the demigod who was tasked with a test to be able to bring Patton back. Patton did not have the dead or vacant eyes spirits of the underworld often developed, as he was a new spirit.

Patton was kneeling on the ground looking off into the distance as he cried. In the direction he and Virgil had gone in to leave. There was only one reason the other would still be here after having left already.

Ah. So he failed then.

Patton barely glanced up when Logan approached. Patton continued to cry.

“It’s not fair,” Patton sobbed. “None of this is fair. Our love was supposed to be stronger than death. I can’t even fault my beloved Virgil for looking back. He was already an anxious man even before having to deal with such a harrowing task. We were so close. I could see the light. I almost felt alive again. I’m not even mad at him for giving in, just the situation we were in that got us to this point.

It should have been enough. Surely he proved his love was strong. No mere man could have done the things he did for me, for us.”

Logan was hit with the great size of this soul’s grief. He thought of the times he was lonely for his husband. The one before him would not have mere months to be reunited again. But years. The man who traveled to bring back his lost love from the underworld would have to live with this the rest of his years. Knowing he failed to bring his love back when he had been so close. This wasn’t fully on Logan. Logan was in a tough spot as the ruler of the underworld, he couldn’t just let them go. Patton had died after all. There was no changing that.

Despite the reasons he explained to Virgil before, Logan couldn’t help how his heart went out to this couple. Separated by the cruelty of death too young.

Logan sighed.

“Go back to him,” Logan said. Patton startled and looked up at him with wide eyes. His tears had not quite dried.

“Do not let anyone see you as you leave, but I am granting you permission to return to your love who still lives. When you get to him you will be alive again. If you two were as close to the end of the path as you claim, then I will count this as succeeding. Do not expect me to grant something like this again.”

Patton nodded frantically as he stood up.

“Thank you,” Patton said,

Logan nodded,

“Tell no one of this. As far as anyone knows, Virgil did not look back too soon.”

Patton agreed before floating off.

Logan could almost feel Roman’s smug smile as his husband came up to him again.

“You let him go,” Roman said. Logan sighed.

“I am not heartless. And I was willing to let him go anyways. It wouldn’t change much for me.”

Roman hmmed. He wrapped his arms around Logan and leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder.

“You are a kind and just king.”

Logan felt warm. “I try.” He bent down to press a gentle kiss to Roman’s head.

Virgil hadn’t moved from his spot. He stayed kneeling from the moment he gave in and looked to see Patton’s ghost there behind him. Like Virgil was told he would be, before Patton got pulled back to the underworld. Virgil was a complete and utter idiot. There was such difficulty to the path. And yet it was just before he made it that Virgil gave in to the doubt to check Patton was there. Why couldn’t he have held on just a bit longer? Now Virgil would be alone, just as he was the moment he lost Patton.

Virgil almost didn’t even see the point of moving from where he was sobbing then. He had lost the light in his life.

A sudden gasp startled him though. He quickly turned to the side to see Patton there, and alive. Patton smiled at him but tears were leaking out.

“Patton?” He whispered. Virgil stumbled to get up and they both came forward in a crushing hug. They were both crying.

“How-how are you still here with me?” Virgil barely got out. “I failed. I saw you go back as soon as I looked.”

Patton sniffled. “The lord of the underworld, he-he saw me and let me go when I told him how close we had gotten.”

“How could he have known what you were saying was true?”

Patton shook his head against Virgil and pushed closer against him.

“I don’t care. Not if he let me come back to you. We just can’t tell anyone how we almost failed.”

“Okay. Okay,” Virgil croaked out.

“Anything. Anything to be able to have you here now. For the rest of our lives together.”

Patton laughed through the tears. Then he cupped Virgil’s face and came forward for a kiss.

Virgil would not lose sight of him again now that he gone through the underworld and back.

#greek myth au #hadestown au #ts logan #ts roman #ts patton #ts virgil

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cephy-the-squid · 2 years

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Foxes and Fairytales

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Summary: When Prince Roman is forced to marry, he sets a challenge for potential suitors, saying that whoever captures the forest’s ruby red fox, and brings it back alive, will win his hand in marriage. Hearing the news, Patton sets out to capture a ruby red fox.

Relationships: Royality, Mentions of Familial Moxiety (Virgil as Patton’s father), Mentions of platonic Patton & Logan, Mentions of platonic Roman & Logan

Words: 4349

Authors Notes: A fairytale au for @nandysparadox on Tumblr. The wish was Royality in a fairytale setting, and I combined it with some hints to Nandy’s third wish, fantasy AU w/ parental moxiety (with virgil as patton's parent). The fic is part of the Sanders Sides Gift Exchange hosted by @sanderssidesgiftxchange

I hope I fulfilled your wishes well!

Thank you to @edupunkn00b for Beta Reading!

TWs: Weapons, Unwanted Arranged Marriage (does not happen), Injury, Talk of Throat Slitting (does not happen), Threats Toward a Main Character, Animal Attack

Once upon a time there was a kingdom surrounded by a patch of woods. Though the kingdom was very small, people came from miles and miles just to set eyes upon the Prince and hear his voice. Because Prince Roman, as the Prince was called, was so stunningly beautiful and his voice was melodic and powerful enough to make even the birds and the rocks and the river weep with emotion.

As a child Prince Roman had been visited by a sorcerer and given three gifts as wonderful as he was. The first, of course, was his gift of song, the second his gift of beauty. The third however, remained a secret that he kept close to his chest, locked away from outside views.

Once he grew up, word spread of Prince Roman’s beautiful songs and stunning visual appearance. Suitors began traveling from all of the nearby Suitors began traveling from the surrounding kingdoms, and some of the distant kingdoms as well. These suitors would crowd around the castle gate, or attempt to storm the courtyard, in an attempt to witness the Prince’s beauty for themselves.

It became too dangerous for Prince Roman to leave the castle unaccompanied, and not long after that it became too dangerous for Prince Roman to leave the castle at all. Every day, the Prince’s hatred with these men and women grew, and everyday the suitors seemed to care less and less about Prince Roman’s autonomy, often offering Roman’s father large sums of money for his hand in marriage.

“I am not a parcel to be bought and sold!” cried Roman to his beloved friend and chef, Patton, when the first offer came in.

By the time the sixty seventh offer came in Prince Roman’s indignance and sulking turned to genuine fear.

Much to the Prince’s disgust, when the richest of the suitors began to make offers, many of them were permitted by the King to attend lavish dinners with the Prince and listen to him sing. Though the Prince’s songs had turned mournful, many of the suitors seemed to not care, too enamored by the beauty and emotion of the song to care that the singer was weeping.

Patton, on the other hand, did care. He cared a lot.

Patton had been Prince Roman’s confidant for years, ever since the Prince had befriended him one day, after a misguidedly heated altercation. Patton, who at the time had been one of the castle’s many scullery maids, had been temporarily filling in for his footman friend while the man had been out sick. Although he had hoped to go unnoticed by anyone that day, especially someone as high up as the Prince, Roman had still noticed the change and followed him back down to the kitchen.

“Your majesty!” Patton had startled, quickly dropping into a panicked bow when he noticed Prince Roman entering the kitchen. “You shouldn’t be in here! It will sully your reputation! Surely you can send a footman down to get whatever you need?”

“Well I can’t seem to find my footman, now can I?” the Prince had said challengingly.

When Patton only looked panicked, Prince Roman extended his sword.

“What have you done with Logan, fiend?” roared Prince Roman, his beautiful face painted into a terrifying snarl.

“I haven’t—”

“Logan never misses work! Clearly you must have done something foul in an attempt to take his place.” the Prince scowled and began rifling through the kitchen cabinets, as though he expected Logan to be tied up next to the glassware. His concern for his footman would have had Patton cooing, if he hadn't been fearing for his life.

“Where is he?” the Prince bellowed, giving up on searching the kitchen in a demand for answers. He pressed the tip of his blade to the spot right under Patton’s chin.

“Your majesty, it's all alright. I haven’t done anything to Logan!”

“Liar,” snapped the Prince, but his accusatory words were mitigated by a voice crack that had the Prince quickly covering his mouth in an apparent panic.

Oh the poor dear. He was just worried about his friend.

“Logan is safe. The poor kiddo got sick in the night, and I made him stay in bed today so that he wouldn’t contaminate the staff.” When the Prince’s face fell Patton grew defensive. “He needs rest! He’s good at his job, and he deserves to take a break once in a while! He works so hard to help you. The least you can do is let him take one day off when he’s sick,” Patton admonished.

The Prince seemed to deflate, the tip of his sword dropping to the ground in a strange mixture of relief, worry, and embarrassment.

“I’m sorry for accusing you. I was just so worried,” the Prince admitted.

“Logan is going to be fine,” Patton reassured again. “I’m sure he will be back to work soon.”

“I don’t doubt it,” laughed the Prince. “That nerd has never been very good at taking breaks. I often have to order him to not work through the entire night.”

The Prince hesitated.

“Could you take me to him?” he requested, sounding unsure of himself. “I just want to make sure he will be alright.” In this moment of humility, Patton was struck by just how much more beautiful the Prince looked when he was being genuine. Usually Patton’s glimpses of the Prince were limited to watching him strut down the halls with an air of uncaring dismissal. Although Patton tried very hard not to judge a book by its cover, he couldn’t help but think of the Prince as vain and cold.

In this moment though, with his eyes laced with worry for Patton’s dear friend, Patton realized he had misjudged him. With this kindness in his eyes, the Prince looked… stunningly gorgeous. Handsome even. Maybe even kissable.

But goodness that was certainly not a good time for such thoughts, especially thoughts about someone so far above his station. Patton agreed to take the Prince to Logan, sounding more confident than he'd felt when he'd demanded that the Prince stay quiet and aid the air of relaxation that he hoped would permeate Logan’s quarters. Though Patton had felt wary about making demands of the Prince, Prince Roman had agreed easily, reassuring Patton that he would of course do his best to make sure Logan had a restful recovery.

Soon a tentative friendship was born between Patton and the Prince. When the offers for the Prince’s hand in marriage began to arrive, Patton was the first person Roman would go to in order to rant about the ill way he was being treated, and the unfair attempts of his father to marry him off to people he neither liked nor knew.

When he was alone in his servant’s quarters, Patton often found himself wishing that he could be the one to wisk Prince Roman away from these terrible suitors.

Sometimes, on nights that were super quiet, Patton dared to imagine marrying the Prince himself.

Over time, Patton’s rank in the kitchen advanced. Although Patton couldn’t help but suspect that some of that was Roman’s influence, he wouldn’t deny that the amenities of a chef were much more livable than those of a scullery maid. One day the king had enough of the suitors climbing through the fence and traipsing through the palace garden. Being a foolish king, with not nearly enough regard for his son’s feelings, he gave Roman an ultimatum. If the Prince did not pick a husband soon, the King would pick a spouse for him.

The minute Prince Roman had left his father’s throne room, he had found a random room to hide in and began to weep.

Patton happened to need to retrieve some turnips from the room, which had turned out to be one of the castle’s many produce cupboards, and found the poor prince sobbing into the vegetables.

In his shock he dropped his basket, before dropping to his knees to hold the Prince in his arms.

“Oh honey! It will be okay,” Patton comforted, pulling the Prince closer to his chest.

“How can you know that?” the Prince countered, still sobbing.

Patton wanted to continue his reassurances, but he didn’t want to lie. After all, would it be okay? Things didn’t seem very okay right now. In fact they seemed very not okay!

“Well maybe you can take back some control over the situation,” he suggested hesitantly. “Maybe there is a way for you to choose your own fate?”

The Prince jolted, struck with a sudden idea.

“Patton, you are a genius!” he declared. “I have the most perfect idea!”

Patton awoke the following morning to news of a great contest, in which the suitors who sought after the fair and lovely Prince Roman would be given an opportunity to compete for his hand.

The suitors were instructed to stand in the courtyard at sundown, where they would be given the rules of the challenge.

Patton debated all day whether or not he should go to the courtyard that evening.

Though he knew his love for Prince Roman could never bear fruit, he wondered if perhaps, at the very least, if he won, the Prince might be able to use him as an excuse to not marry at all. After all, if there was no eligible suitor to win, then there would be no one to marry. And certainly Patton, a humble servant, would never be seen as a potential suitor, by the Prince or by anyone else.

That said, it might be seen as presumptuous for him to attend. Would he even be allowed into the courtyard? And would this even be a challenge he could win? If this challenge was designed to pick the best suitor then certainly a suitor as lowly and unfit for the Prince as Patton would never be able to win.

Still, as evening drew to a close, Patton found himself walking into the courtyard, standing on the outskirts of the massive gardens.

Even if he wasn’t going to win, he could gosh darn well try to save Prince Roman. As his friend, he owed it to him to at least attempt to prevent him from being forced into a marriage to a suitor that he found abhorrent.

The rowdy crowd fell into a tense silence as the doors to the palace awning opened. To Patton’s surprise, instead of Prince Roman stepping out onto the awning, the King appeared. Confused muttering broke out before the King lifted his hands in a silencing motion.

“The beautiful Prince Roman has made a decision,” the King declared. “He has decided that his hand will be won by contest. In the forest neighboring our kingdom, there is a fox with fur the deep red of rubies. No fox can match this fox's beauty or vibrant coloration. Whichever suitor finds this fox and brings it back, alive and unharmed, shall receive the Prince’s hand in marriage.”

Patton felt his heart sink. He was certainly no trapper. Though he had pets of his own, they had always been gifted to him by family and friends.

Why couldn’t it have been a baking challenge or something he could do with ease?

“You may start your searching and trapping at once!” the King declared.

Suitors sprinted in all directions, nearly trampling Patton. Across the courtyard, a fight began to break out, with suitors attempting to narrow down the competition. Patton panically remembered that there had been no words spoken against sabotage of any kind.

Patton resigned himself to climbing a tree and waiting for some of the crowd to disperse. While in the tree, he thought about his options. Although he had no trapping knowledge, he had always been told he was good with animals due to his patience and kind nature. Maybe instead of trapping the little creature, he could befriend it?

By the time the moon had risen high into the sky, much of the crowd had finally dispersed.

Patton climbed down from the tree and made his way through the gate, and into the castle’s kitchen. If he was going to get anywhere near this fox, he was going to need some treats to lure out the little cutie.

When Patton was a young boy, his father, Papa Virgil, had often left little meals for the creatures in the nearby woods, insisting that keeping the local wildlife happy was paramount to successful foraging and forest life.

“Plus,” Papa Virgil would often advize, “a fox with a full stomach wouldn’t go looking to eat our chickens.”

Meat was expensive, and would likely be missed quickly, but Patton remembered that his Papa had often left local fruits and acorns for foxes to eat. After all, foxes were obligate omnivores.

Patton grabbed a basket from the shelf, quickly gathering a paring knife, a couple apples, two persimmons, and a handful of blackberries, three types of fruit that were plentiful in the castle and would not be missed. Since he didn’t know what this particular fox would prefer, he figured it was best to get a variety. Unfortunately, the castle had not stocked up on acorns, but Patton figured he could always collect some on his way through the forest.

Patton kept his footsteps as quiet as possible as he walked into the forest. It simply wouldn’t do to scare the poor creature. He silently thanked the King for the fortuitous timing of the announcement. The moon hadn’t even reached its peak in the sky yet, leaving plenty of time to search for the nocturnal creature.

He would just have to search!

And search.

Patton couldn’t help but feel his optimism diminish as the moon began to sink low into the sky, without even one sighting of any fox, let alone the ruby red fox.

As dawn began to break, he sank down onto a rock by a small stream, ready to cry from disappointment and lack of sleep. He only hoped that no one else had succeeded in capturing the poor beast, since it looked like tonight was a pointless endeavor.

He turned around to go home, when he caught a bright flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.

Ever so slowly, Patton turned his head, and found himself meeting the eyes of the most vibrant fox he’d ever seen.

He held his breath as the fox tilted its head to the side assessingly. Patton couldn’t help but feel like he was being judged.

Whatever the fox was looking for, he seemed to find it. Instead of turning and fleeing, the ruby fox lowered itself to the forest floor, resting its chin upon its front paws.

“Go on,” the fox seemed to convey.

“Hey there little fella,” Patton whispered, lowering himself down to sit on the forest floor as well. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

The fox just blinked at him.

“Would you like a snack?”

The fox didn’t respond verbally, but it did sniff the ground in Patton’s direction, which Patton decided to take as an affirmative. Slowly, Patton reached into his basket and began laying out the variety of fox-friendly foods he had brought with him. The ruby fox watched Patton’s every movement, occasionally flinching back when Patton’s movements became too sudden. Instead of growing frustrated, Patton used these moments as a reminder to keep his movements soft and well projected. He certainly didn’t want to scare the little thing!

“Here you go little fella,” Patton murmured, once he had finished laying out the snacks.

When the fox hesitated, Patton slid his body back a good five feet, giving the fox room to graze without Patton towering over him.

The fox seemed to be reassured by Patton’s retreat, as it carefully paced over the food and gave it a cautious sniff. Once it had deemed the food safe and generally unobjectionable, it quickly began to scarf down the blackberries and acorns.

“Careful little one!” Patton warned. “I don’t want you to choke!”

The fox paid Patton no mind, but fortunately it didn’t choke either. Watching the fox, Patton couldn’t help but feel like the fox wasn’t as scared of him as he had expected. Most wild animals he had encountered in the past would never have allowed themselves to eat so close to an unknown human being. Perhaps this fox had been trained and then released? Patton was sure he had never heard Roman mention having a pet fox, but perhaps he just hadn’t thought to mention it? Perhaps the lack of fear had something to do with the fox’s astonishingly red coat. Maybe it was a magic fox!

During Patton’s monologuing, the fox had finished the fruits and acorns and sat up to look at Patton.

“How would you feel about coming home with me to the castle?” Patton asked, although he knew the fox probably didn’t understand a word he was saying.

Strangely enough, it did seem like the fox actually had heard him. The fox tilted its head, appearing to consider the offer.

Suddenly, Patton heard the sharp crack of a snapping twig to his left.

The fox’s ears seemed to pin to the back of its head as it let out an angry, defensive sound.

Patton barely had time to process the shift in tone, before a large body was barreling into the clearing.

In the light, Patton could see that the body was in fact a man, specifically the most massive man Patton had ever seen.

“I see you’ve found the little piece of trash,” the man sneered, drawing a wickedly sharp sword from his sheath.

Patton’s legs felt like they were turning to jello under the amused gaze of what must be one of Roman’s suitors.

The fox let out another piercing snarl.

“Oh don’t worry, you little gnat. I’m still going to get you,” the man mocked. “I just need to dispose of this little wench first.”

The man stalked closer. In a swift movement the point of the sword was held right up against Patton’s throat.

Patton gulped.

“Did you really think you had any place competing for the Prince? What even are you? Your clothes are painfully lower class. What on earth could you give him?”

The point of the blade pressed in on Patton’s throat, only barely light enough to prevent the sharpness of the weapon from piercing his skin.

“What on this planet gave you the arrogance to believe that you had any right to the hand of a prince?”

Patton only whimpered.

“I asked you a question,” the man roared, spit flying everywhere. “What made you think that dirt like you was deserving of someone like the fair Prince Roman?”

Patton begged himself not to speak, but the words rose from his mouth unbidden.

“Because I love him!” Patton cried out. “Because he deserves a life with a spouse of his choosing, a life with someone who loves him for everything. He deserves a husband who recognizes how kind, caring, and wonderful he is, not someone who just wants him for his beauty and his voice.”

“Please,” the suitor scoffed, “spare me the romantics. This isn’t a matter of love. This is a game in which there will be a winner and a loser. The Prince is the heir to a fortune and a kingdom. What do you know of such things? Your life in the slums could never prepare you for such things. That pathetic little Prince will be mine. Did you think your little love confession would ever compare to the might of the sword? You aren’t even armed! This is no fairytale. This is the real world, where the poor kitchen maid doesn’t get the Prince just because he loves him. In the real world I get the Prince, and I get to own him for the rest of our lives.”

The man raised his sword back to strike. In barely a blink of an eye, it would be over. All of this would be for nothing. Patton would have failed, and this terrible, violent, dreadful man would have the Prince as his groom.

And the worst part was that he was right. Patton was a lowly chef. He was probably barely a thought to the Prince. The Prince was truly too wonderful to feel anything for someone like him.

Prince Roman probably wouldn’t even notice Patton was gone.

Patton closed his eyes and waited for the strike.

The strike did not come.

Instead, there was a piercing, animalistic sound, followed by a scream of terror.

Patton opened his eyes, to a sight that had him pinching himself to see if he was dreaming.

The ruby fox had leapt onto the suitor and was clawing at him. The suitor writhed on the ground, cursing and crying out.

Once the fox seemed satisfied that the man was no longer a threat, it jumped off of the man. The vibrant fox stood in front of Patton to bare its teeth at Patton’s attacker, standing guard.

The man took a threatening step towards the fox, but startled back when the fox seemed to shift right before his eyes.

With a few pops of shifting joints and elongating bones, the ruby fox was no longer a fox at all. Instead, the fox had been replaced with the beautiful Prince Roman, who wielded his sword in the suitor’s direction.

“Flee now,” demanded Prince Roman. “Or I will cut out your throat for your attack and disrespect.”

The suitor did not even wait long enough to consider fighting. His sword was clattering to the ground before the Prince’s last words had even escaped his throat. The man immediately turned and ran off into the woods.

Prince Roman watched him run away, before rushing to Patton’s side.

“Oh dearest Patton, are you hurt?”

Patton thought he might faint.

What world was this, where Prince Roman, the most beautiful, wonderful prince in all the land, would look at lowly, little Patton with such tenderness and concern? Although the Prince seemed panicked by the possibility of Patton being injured, his hands were gentle where they held onto his shoulders. He was treating Patton like he was made of glass, a valuable trinket to be treasured and protected.

“Your face is very red. Are you injured?” Roman worried.

Patton just blinked at him, unable to form words, the surreality of the situation drowning out all his thoughts.

“He will never enter this kingdom again. I swear it. He will never lay a hand on you again, ever,” promised the Prince.

Considering the circumstances, Patton couldn’t help but feel like this was the wrong time to burst into tears. Unfortunately his body seemed to disagree and in an instant Patton could feel his face growing wet as his body hitched with sobs.

“Oh dearest Patton, did I say something wrong? Are you in pain? How can I-“

Roman’s frantic questioning was interrupted as Patton threw his arms around the Prince, grabbing his fists into the back of his cloak. His sobs only increased at this forbidden comfort, but he couldn’t bid himself to let go. Not when he felt so safe in the Prince’s arms.

Prince Roman carefully cradled Patton’s head with one hand, while the other rubbed soothing circles onto the chef’s back, burying his face into Patton’s blonde curls.

“It’s alright, Love. You’re safe now. I will never let you get hurt again,” comforted the Prince.

Patton’s loud sob at this promise worried Roman, but when he tried to pull away to make sure Patton was alright, the chef only held on tighter.

“Patton, darling, you’re worrying me,” Roman whispered.

This startled Patton out of his stupor. He couldn’t let the Prince worry.

“I’m alright, your majesty. I’m just relieved. That’s all,” Patton reassured. “You shouldn’t have to worry about someone like me.”

Prince Roman paused for a moment, startled. “Patton. Dearest. How could I not worry about you? I have loved you since the day I met you. After your fierce protection of your friend, how could I not become enamored?”

“How could that be true? I bring nothing to this dynamic that could be of any use to you.”

“Nothing of use?!” Roman roared, before quieting down at Patton’s flinch. “You are so very wonderful. Your kindness is astounding. Your commitment to protecting your friends is awe inspiring. You’re always able to comfort me, even in the harshest of scenarios. I love you, Patton. You are everything to me.

And if I had known my love was reciprocated, I would never have started this foolish contest.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Patton whispered. He knew the answer, but he couldn’t allow himself to believe it without hearing it aloud.

“Because I would have married you, Patton,” said Prince Roman, “Just like I plan too now.”

“Your majesty—“ started Patton.

“Please. We don’t need those formalities anymore. You can just call me Roman. Or Ro. Or perhaps ‘my fiancé’ if you wish,” Roman winked.

Patton’s blood rushed to his face so fast that he felt a little lightheaded.

“That is… if you will marry me,” the Prince, Roman, backtracked. “I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Yes, my Prince, my Roman,” Patton whispered, leaning down slow enough for Roman to push him away and peppering Roman’s face with little kisses. “My Prince, my Love, my Life, my glorious, wonderful, beautiful Roman.” Patton broke up each term of endearment with a peck to Roman’s cheek, until both of them were giggling too much to continue.

“I love you, Roman. I can’t believe I haven’t said that yet. I love,” Patton’s words were interrupted by another faint giggle. “I love you. My dearest, most wonderful Prince Roman.”

Roman’s smile was nearly blinding. Patton saw his prince’s—and wasn’t that a wonderful phrase, his prince—eyes flicker down to Patton’s lips in a question.

Patton felt no need to deny something he wanted just as much.

“Please kiss me,” he spoke, fluttering his eyelashes at his glorious prince.

And as for his prince, well, he didn’t need to be told twice.

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