#sorry prince roman

[amazon-me-bitches]

In case I was never clear about this I want these two to meet and either fight or fuck (or both) SO BAD

#murderous prince thomas #nobel prince/knight Roman #prince kink #royalty kink #romthom #thomas x roman #thomasxroman #not sorry about it I want a sword to someones throat while its happening too.

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 8: Roman

Prev - Roman - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3195 - Rated G but for an f-bomb or two - Fluff and hidden angst

“Dad?” Remy poked his head through the door as he wiggled his key out of the lock. “I guess it’s been a while, huh?” he grinned at Emile over his shoulder.

“Mm-hm,” Emile smiled and squeezed his hand. “I’ve chosen not to be offended that it was the promise of a reunion with your first crush that finally got you to come down for a visit to your dad’s house,” he murmured close to his ear, a puff of laughter warming his cheek.

“I didn’t have a—” Remy’s protest was cut off by the sound of footsteps in the hall.

“Remy! You’re here!” Dad dried his hands on a tea towel tucked primly into the ties of his apron and pulled him into a hug. “It’s so good to see you. I missed you,” he said, quieter. He held him tighter for a long moment before pushing himself away, hands still gripping his shoulders. “I know, I know, dad hugs,” he murmured. “I won’t embarrass you.”

“It’s okay, Dad. I missed you, too,” Remy murmured back. “Is that a new tie?” he asked pulling back. He swore Dad blushed, smoothing it down.

“Too loud?” he asked

“Naw, it looks great, Dad,” Remy grinned and Dad’s face lost some of the tension around the eyes.

“Hugs are quite alright, Mr. Sanders!” Emile as he stepped through the doorway, wiping his feet on the mat. “My parents did the same thing when we visited last week.”

“Emile!” Dad grinned and clapped his shoulder. “Welcome! It’s always nice to see Remy’s friends. Come in, come in,” he held the door for them and they moved into the hallway, slipping off their shoes. “So do your parents live close to the University?”

“No, sir, they live a couple miles from here, over on Mercer Island,” he answered, distracted as he struggled with a knot in his bootlace. Emile froze when his words registered and his eyes darted up to Remy’s. "Fuck, I’m sorry," he mouthed and they both watched his dad’s back.

“Oh,” he said, nodding. “That’s… really good that you got out to see them.” He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before turning around and smiling back at them.

“We would’ve come by, Dad,” Remy began, reaching for his arm. Damn. “We were just—” We were just too busy with the dinner Emile’s parents threw to celebrate the engagement I haven’t told you about yet.

“Remy, you don’t need to justify to me how you spend your time.” Dad covered his hand and gave it a little squeeze. Remy searched his eyes and… he meant it. His dad was shit at hiding the hurt but he meant what he said. “You’re here now,” he smiled. “Patton’s still on his way and Virgil won’t be here until late—he’s at a gig. And—”

The doorbell rang and both Dad and Emile jumped. Dad cleared his throat again and patted his hand. “And that’s likely Roman,” he said, staring at the door like it might bite him. Finally, he stepped forward and pulled open the door.

A deep, weirdly familiar voice rumbled from the doorstep, “Permission to board your TARDIS, Doctor?”

“Ro—” Dad’s voice cracked behind a bubble of laughter. “Roman, yes, of course.” Emile shot him a look he couldn’t quite interpret, eyebrows raised with a little crooked smile, and they both watched as his dad reached out as though to shake and hug him at the same time. “Oh, sorry,” he said as they both fumbled with a bag. “Please come in,” he said, stepping back and holding open the door along with a large bag from Piroshky’s. Remy’s stomach grumbled when the sweet, heavy aroma of honey, cinamon, and cheese filled the hallway.

Roman was tall. Not as tall as Remy remembered him, of course, but taller than Dad. Backlit with the late morning sun pouring into the dim hall, Roman’s hair glowed and he waved at them with a movie star’s smile. Well, a West End star, for sure. “Remy?” he asked, eyes wide and his grin even wider. “Look at you!” Roman stepped closer, arms open in invitation. “You look just like your dad!”

Remy felt his cheeks warm and Emile grinned at him, giving his shoulder a little bump to nudge him closer. He stepped forward and accepted Roman’s hug, his heart doing a weird cozy flip flop in his chest. He'd been afraid his childish crush might seep through, but it wasn’t at all like when he hugged Emile. It was kinda like when he hugged Dad. Warm and safe. Roman pulled back and ruffled his hair, “You’ve grown into a handsome young man.” He grinned, looking between him at Emile. “Well, are you going to introduce me to your—”

“This is Emile Patshke. Emile’s my housemate up at Western,” Remy nodded. Roman never lost his friendly smile, but his eyes lingered on the onyx and pink quartz ring on Emile’s outstretched hand, then back and forth between the matching pink and black streaks in their hair.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emile,” he said, bowing his head before catching Remy’s eyes one more time. “So,” he started, looking around the group. “I’m afraid it took me a little longer than I’d planned to get here…” He touched the Piroshky’s bag in Dad’s hand with a little grin. “These might need a few minutes wrapped in foil in the oven.” He gave Dad a happy little shrug. “Want to lead the way?”

“Oh, I’ll take care of that,” Dad nodded, eyes on the bag and missing the falter in Roman’s smile. “Here, Remy…” His voice drifted as he hurried to the kitchen and returned with a tray of cups and tumblers, a sweaty pitcher and a teapot in a cozy. “Will you take this to the living room and help everyone get settled? I’ll be just a moment.”

“Of course, Dad,” Remy smiled, watching Roman watch his dad retreat into the kitchen. He caught his eyes and he started to follow him down the hall. Roman didn’t get far before looking one more time over his shoulder. Possessed by who knew what, Remy mouthed, “Go on,”  and jerked his chin toward the kitchen doorway.

Roman’s eyebrows raised but a bright smile spread across his face. He ruffled Remy’s hair one more time before turning back to the kitchen. “Lo, please allow me to help,” he said, flashing one more smile at the younger pair.

Once in the living room, Emile curled into the corner of the couch, relaxing into the sunniest spot like a cat. His gaze danced between the kitchen and Remy’s face as he poured him a cup of tea. “You know…" Emile murmured near his ear once he sat next to him. "I’m pretty sure your dad’s new boyfriend is a solid sign he’ll be safe for you to come out to,”

“What? My dad’s not—” A peal of laughter interrupted him and they watched through the cutout over the counter dividing the kitchen and the living room. Cheeks flushed, Dad threw his head back, laughing at something Roman had said. Gasping with laughter, he leaned forward, hand resting on the taller man’s shoulder. The cabinets blocked their view of Roman’s face, but his body was relaxed and turned toward Dad, his own low laughter spilling out.

Emile’s lips were curled in a knowing smile that would’ve been cocky on anyone else. On him it just looked cute. “When’s the last time your dad bought himself a new tie?” He bumped his shoulder and let their thighs brush together. “In fact, when’s the last time your dad laughed like that?”

“I don’t know,” Remy finally said. “A long time.” Maybe never.

~

Despite his protestations that it had been a while since he’d worked with kids, Roman was still just as kind, just as gentle with Remy as he’d been when the boys were little. And Remy grinned like s a little boy when he’d ruffled his hair, glancing at his friend like he might join in. It was sweet and, for a moment, his eldest son looked just as young as he did in Logan’s head.

Remy was about to graduate from college but Logan couldn’t quite give up the image of the little boy he’d once been. Even his contact picture was still the same selfie twelve-year old Remy had taken with his first little camera phone. Grainy, too tiny to use for much more than an icon or profile picture. But Logan cherished it.

Distracted by his musings, he nearly dropped the bag when Roman’s long, strong fingers brushed his hand where he gripped the twisted paper handle. His hand was warm and soft, and he seemed not to have noticed he’d accidentally touched Logan's hand. “Oh…” he sucked in a breath and nodded. “I’ll take care of that,” he managed, a flash of last night’s dream exploding through his mind as he retreated to the kitchen. He put the bag on the counter and pressed his palms flat against the cool surface and stole a second to breathe.

His thinking brain kicked in when his eyes landed on the drink tray he’d prepared. Get it together, man. Luckily, Remy was as cooperative as ever and readily accepted the tray. After only a moment, Logan was left alone to think—no, not think. Don't think, just get the pastries warmed up. He turned on the oven and the timer, and was reaching for the foil when Roman’s voice rumbled just behind him, offering to help.

He spun around, ready to shoo him back to the living room, but a brush of worry clouded his bright green eyes. If Logan didn’t know better, he might’ve thought Roman looked afraid he’d say no. “That would be nice,” he nodded once, cheeks warming at the way Roman’s smile seemed to grow. “Thank you, Roman.”

Waggling his fingers. he gestured toward the sink. “I’ll wash my hands.” Roman hummed as he sudsed up, a low baritone that might've sounded showy coming from anyone else.  From Roman, though, it simply sounded like music filled him, slipping out as easily as breathing and just as impossible to control. His head bobbed to the beat of some song Logan didn’t recognize, sunlight glinting off his hair and leaving behind fiery highlights. Roman had nearly finished before Logan dragged his eyes away and hurried to tear off a sheet of foil and lay the sweet rolls in the center.

Still grinning, Roman joined him at the counter as he was folding the foil packet. He pointed at the TARDIS cookie jar and bumped his shoulder. “I like your decor,” he said.

“Oh, right.” Moving to place the rolls in the oven, Logan felt his cheeks grow hot and he looked up, expecting a sarcastic smirk or eye roll but… Roman’s smile was broad and joyful. “I guess we’re a little geeky around here,” he chuckled.

“I like it,” he said again, green eyes even brighter with the sunlight pouring in from the side windows. “You know, subjectively, Dr. Who really is the best sci-fi show out there.”

Nodding, the knot between Logan’s shoulder blades loosened and he grinned back. “I… I would tend to agree with that assessment.” 

“Objectively, though…” Roman winked at him. “I’d have to say it’s Dr. Whom.”

Logan covered his mouth, trying—and failing—to stifle a laugh. The sparkle in Roman’s eyes won and a loud laugh burst out. Roman soon joined in and Logan only laughed harder, leaning forward and fighting to catch his breath. “Oh, no,” he panted, eyes watering. “Leave it to a Shakespeareophile to make a joke like that.”

Roman grinned back at him. “Leave it to another to get it,” he chuckled.

Slowly, Logan caught his breath. He was still grasping Roman’s shoulder, half leaning against his warm, solid form. “Sorry,” he murmured, and stepped back, restoring his personal space.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he replied, easy, confident. As though it was no big deal that he was leaning all over him. “Oh, there are some cream piroshkys in there, too.” He watched Logan retrieve the box still nestled at the bottom of the bag before pushing away from the counter. “Which cabinet for plates?” he asked and Logan bit back a refusal, his hopeful smile leaving him wanting to do anything to keep him smiling.

“Above the dishwasher,” he said, a burst of warmth filling his chest when Roman rewarded him with another million-watt smile.

They were arranging the pastries on a large plate when Remy and Emile’s muffled voices drew their attention. Logan and Roman both smiled, surreptitiously watching them through the cutout over the counter. “I’m so glad he’s found someone he gets along with. They’ve been roommates since Remy’s sophomore year,” he murmured. “He's not like me," spilled out. Roman stopped laying out the pastries and moved a little closer, a little frown of worry pulling down his lips. "Ke—My… ex is the only person I still know from college.” Logan covered his left hand with his right before clearing his throat. “Well, and Janus from law school.” Roman shifted next to him, looking down at his own hands on the counter. Logan copied his earlier movement, knocking into his shoulder with a smile. “And of course, now, you, too.” 

Roman nodded, mouth slowly curling up in a smile as he bumped back. “Maybe sometimes it just takes a while for you to find your tribe.”

“Maybe,” he said, smiling. “You know,” he chuckled. “I—I don’t know what your secret is, but…” Logan shrugged, mouth suddenly dry. “You’re… you're so easy to smile around.”

“Yeah?” Roman turned, elbow resting on the counter. His hand was close enough to Logan’s that he could feel the warmth radiating off it. Logan hid his left hand a little more fully, his crooked fingers feeling like a crone’s claws next to Roman’s shapely ones. “You make me smile, too, Lo,” he said. “In fact I—”

Logan started when the oven timer buzzed, heart leaping up into his throat, and he huffed out a thin laugh. “I—I’ll get it,” he said, flashing Roman a grin before grabbing the oven mitts and setting down a trivet for the hot pan.

~

In no time, they’d finished plating both the warm and cold piroshkis and brought them out to the living room with a stack of adorable TARDIS blue napkins. Roman waited until Logan had settled next to Remy, leaving him the choice of an armchair or a spot next to him on the couch.

Roman took the couch.

The conversation dipped and bobbed, dancing between Remy and Emile’s studies—they were both up for fellowships at UW, Roman’s latest touring show, and Remy and Virgil’s time at the Seattle U childcare center.

“Oh, they were the best behaved kids in the entire center,” Roman grinned, refilling Lo’s tea cup before he topped off his own. “Super sweet, kind to the other kids. Oh!" Do you still sign?” he asked aloud and in ASL.

“Of course,” he signed. “My high school taught it as a ‘foreign’ language,” Remy added, the exaggerated look of disgust on his face pulling a laugh from him. The young man’s eyes widened in surprise. “You still sign?”

“We use it in shows,” he nodded. “You haven’t signed until you’ve translated Othello and Shakespeare’s ‘beast with two backs’ line.”  

“I believe I got part of that,” Logan chuckled, the soft pink dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose revealing which part. It looked like Emile had gotten the rest.

Roman waited until Lo was drinking his tea and signed quickly to Remy. “You’re not out to your dad?”

His eyes darted over to his father then signed a quick, “No.”

“Were you going to tell him at the wedding?” he winked, looking pointedly at Emile’s ring before taking a bite of his piroshky. “You know where he works, right? You don’t have to tell me that some parents are assholes but… your dad’s not one of them.”

“I think they’re scheming against us, Emile,” Logan joked, the genuine joy in his eyes easing Roman’s worry that he was offended at their private conversation.

Emile's eyes followed each of them as they spoke, clearly grasping more of the conversation than he was letting on. He laughed. “I think you’re right Mr. Sanders. We should—”

The front door opened with a clatter, both Logan and Emile jerking in their seats, and Roman and Remy each reached for them, Remy’s hand on Emile’s clenched in his lap and Roman’s on Logan’s knee. A younger voice rang out from the hallway. “Dad? Remy? I’m home! Is he here yet?”

The squeaky clatter of sneakers dropping to the floor accompanied quieter footsteps racing down the hall and a younger, blond version of Remy and Logan raced into the living room. Roman rose and smiled. Logan stood with him. “Patton? This is Roman Prince.”

Bubbling with energy, Patton bounced over, grinning. “Hi! I’m Patton!” he said, shoving his hand out to shake. He was still pumping Roman’s hand when he turned to his brother. “So is this the same Roman you had that—”

“Roman was our teacher back when Dad was still in law school,” he said quickly, looking up at Roman. He pretended not to notice that Remy blushed the same way his dad did.

“Oh, right. Hiya, Emile!” he said, giving him a little fist bump before he wiggled his way between Logan and Remy. His knee bounced even as he rested his head on his dad’s shoulder and settled in.

Remy and Logan exchanged an amused look and Patton suddenly sat up straighter. “Oh, no, I’m doing the thing again, aren’t I?”

“It’s okay, Pat,” Remy smiled and ruffled his little brother’s hair just as Roman had done to him.

“I always sit between them,” Patton explained, reaching for a piroshky. Logan wordlessly set a napkin on his lap, a pleased smile tugging at his lips when Patton settled back between them. “I swear I don’t mean to,” he said.

“We know, Pat,” Remy assured him. Emile watched their exchange with a little grin.

He scarfed down the piroshky then turned his attention to Roman again. “Your name is cool,” he said. “‘Roman Prince,’” he said, hands waving like the words were written in the air. “Is it a stage name?”

“No, Roman Prince is my legal name,” Roman smiled. The couch decidedly more crowded with Patton’s arrival, he now sat closer to Logan, thighs touching. Logan didn't seem to mind and it was… nice. Almost distractingly so. “My brother and I chose our own names when we turned 18 and moved out on our own.”

Something must have leaked through on his face because Logan turned to face him. “Roman, if this is overly personal, you needn’t—” he began, worry creasing his brow.

“It was a long time ago," Roman assured, “Besides—”

“That’s so cool! That’s what Jax is gonna do.” He scowled and Logan drew an arm over his shoulders, clearly more to the story than Roman knew. “Their parents won’t stop deadnaming them, so I just don’t say their name when I visit.” His knee started to bounce again and he wiggled back out from between his dad and his brother. “Hey, Dad, can I go call them? Tell them somebody else did it?”

“Of course, Patton,” he said. No longer forced to squeeze in, Logan made no move to slide away from him and Roman couldn’t help his growing smile. Maybe… maybe Remy wasn't the only one with a secret.

“Oh, that’s just cold, man,” Remy called after him, laughter revealing the lack of bite behind his words. “I changed my name when I turned 18, too.”

“Yeah, that was just your last name,” Patton said with the irreverence of a little sibling. “Roman changed his whole name,” he added, sticking out his tongue before scampering up the stairs, phone already in hand.

“Wow,” Remy laughed. “A few years at college and I’m nothing but chopped liver to him.”

Emile patted his knee. “Gehakte leber is really good if you know how to cook it,” he joked. “Remember when Stopsky’s catered my parent’s anniversary last year?”

“That’s different,” he laughed. Logan watched them banter for a while before he shook his head lightly, a perplexed little smile on his face, and he turned his clear blue eyes to Roman.

“What else can you tell us about your show?”

~~~

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#the uses of adversity #life out of order series #a happily ever after butterfly story #logince #logan sanders #roman prince #remus prince #remy sanders #emile patshke #remile #secret remile #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #Happy Birthday Roman #sorry for the slow burn #i thought we'd get you two further along by now

[tgarnsl]

hi hello i shamefully still have not read flight of the heron But i do love uh roman naming conventions. if you're looking for a praenomen for a Keith have you considered Kaeso? it would be a little bit old fashioned by the period of your setting but also it contains the elusive letter k in latin :-)

salve! (sorry, couldn't help myself.) thank you for this message! I'm pleased to see that I haven't driven off my followers with my incessant flight of the heron all day all night.

ah, yes, Kaeso! it's funny you should mention it, as I was considering today polling my 3 followers who are patient enough to indulge my whims with whether or not I should consider that name. it's been one of my top contenders lately, mostly so that I wouldn't be faced with writing a story in which the main character was given the Roman equivalent of... idk, John. I initially dismissed Caeso over fear that people would mispronounce it as queso, but I think the K-spelling works better, if I can convincingly get away with it (I may put in a pronunciation thing to remind people that it's more like kai-so than kay-so.) the fact that it's old fashioned is something that can be worked into the story. in canon Keith's name is fairly unusual and comes from the surname of his father's best friend, and the Windham family in real life seems to have had a bad habit of surnames as first names (*points at the multiple individuals by the name of Wadham Wyndham*) — so suffice to say I can claim his family is a stuffy old gens who haven't added any new praenomen to the list since the Republic.

thank you for your message! I really appreciate your suggestion, and I suspect that it will stick :-)

#asks #now please look away from this au before you are horrified by my terrible Latin and worse understanding of languages #although I anticipate it's going to be a lot easier once I have institutional access again #but yes Kaeso is an excellent name and I like how it is abbreviated to K. #god I can't believe how easy it was to translate Hornblower's name into Latin. bastard man. #the Romans have a word that literally translates as 'Hornblower' that was used as a cognomen!!! #meanwhile Keith Windham has a name composed of both Celtic AND Anglo-Saxon #(Windham is derived from Wymondham — a town in Norfolk pronounced Windham because England) #(Wymondham being the typical Anglo-Saxon place name combo of [name] + [descriptor of community]) #(which is therefore Wigmond Ham. Wigmond means 'battle protector' which fortunately can be cross translated into proto-Celtic and filtered #into Romano-British Latin as the name Caudualla (sp) from Cadwalladr. it's not an exact translation but it has 'battle' and 'prince'.) #tag spam #(sorry)

[femme-malewife]

Wow, high school latin class is actually coming in handy right now lmao

#for context rn im coming up with a series name for my prince/witch nagihiyo au #(honeyworks. not enstars. sorry nagihiyo enstarries) #and i finally came up with an aesthetic sounding series name that really fits in with the times of when the series takes place #see my school had various language courses to take and to avoid speaking in front of pople #i chose latin class (bc that class we write #not speak it) #and in latin we learn of greek culture and greek myths and such #and as well as roman history and roman ... things #emperors and such #we also learn greek and roman words derived from latin #as such we learned the four different words for ''love'' #i onyl vaguely remember the lessons but i do remember that Eros #which comes from the greek god of the same name #basically translates to ''being in love (with a spouse)'' #so mixing my witch au with the whole concept the series can be called ''Mageia tou Eros'' #which literally just translates as ''The Magic of (Being in) Love'' #it sounds aesthetic. it fits the whole prince/witch theme. #i think i got a winner #btw if anyone knows greek and wants to correct me on anything please do lmfao #its been 6 years since i was in latin class (but i was in latin all 4 years of high school...) #so i only remember bits n pieces of everything

[lewisvinga]

prinsesse! | oscar piastri x royal! danish! fem! reader

summary; oscar met y/n while she was secretly visiting australia and since then, they have kept a private but not a secret relationship. the danish princess wasn’t known by the whole world until a certain danish junior driver recognizes her.

fc; lara cosima

warnings; none (?)

note; requested!

taglist; @namgification

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: summer 🌴

username: SHES SO PRETTYY

username: will never get over how her account is private 💔

username: vacation osc 🧚‍♀️

yourusername: 🤍 liked by oscarpiastri

landonorris: you better come back with a tan

oscarpiastri: i can confirm i am now 2 shades tanner

username: i miss f1

username: oscar the best rookie

username: oscar being taken is my roman empire

username: seeing what drivers do on summer break is so entertaining 😭

frederikvestiofficial: wait, isn’t that the princess??

landonorris: the what

frederikvestiofficial: of denmark!

logansargeant: no that’s oscar’s girlfriend

logansargeant: wait a minute

oscarpiastri: yeah ?😀

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others

oscarpiastri: min prinsesse [my princess]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: osc❤️‍🩹 jeg elsker dig🩵 [i love you]

oscarpiastri: i love you🧡

yourusername: far [dad] has been asking when you’re gonna join for dinner 🤔

oscarpiastri: tell him i’ll be back from england next week😌

username: OMG??

username: oscar in his prince era??!!! liked by yourusername !

landonorris: no way she’s been a princess this whole time…

oscarpiastri: i mean she wasn’t hiding it

landonorris: u let me act like a fool in front of a PRINCESS??😀😀

yourusername: ur funny tho don’t worry😁

logansargeant: why doesn’t america have a royal family , going to a ball would be sick asf 🥲

yourusername: bday invite coming soon to u , logan don’t worry🧚‍♀️

oscarpiastri: be prepared to learn a new type of dancing

username: oh she’s a beauty!😍

username: gosh she has such a princess fairy face, how’d oscar pull her

oscarpiastri: i’ve asked myself that everyday ever since she visited australia 5 years ago and willingly talked to me🥸

yourusername: if it wasn’t for my younger brothers i would’ve been to shy to talk to osc😅😅

username: tears i love them sm😩

frederikvestiofficial: sorry for exposing you😅😅

oscarpiastri: lol don’t worry about it, we weren’t even trying to keep it a secret

yourusername: don’t worry🤍❤️‍🩹

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri scenario #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader

[sacredsnape]

May I request a one shot about virgin severus, wanting his girlfriend to ride him but feeling too embarrassed to ask.

Virgin Sev my beloved <3

Genre: smut

Warnings: loss of virginity, handjob, mentions of masturbation, sub Sev, dom reader, praise kink, gentle and loving sex, aftercare

Masterlist

You and Severus were lying in bed, your finger slowly stroking his cheekbone as you admired him. He was so beautiful, his Roman nose perfect for kissing and perhaps riding.

Severus smiled at you, shyly pressing his lips to yours. You've only been dating for a few months, and Severus was still shy with you, forever amazed that someone as kind and patient as you would ever want him.

You allowed your lips to linger on his, curling your fingers in his hair. The moment was pure perfection, the fireplace crackling merrily in the corner of your bedroom as rain pattered against the windows, and just you and Severus here together.

Severus slowly ran a hand up and down your side before resting it on your hip, his eyes darkening as he gazed at you. You recognized that look; for the past few weeks, he'd been pinning you with that look of lust, keeping his desires and urges pushed deep down inside of him.

He was a virgin, and you were not, and you knew how shy he was about sex because he had several insecurities about his body. You and him had only recently started showering together after you coaxed him into it, promising him that his body was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Something on your mind, prince?" you asked Severus as you noticed him fail to sneakily catch a glimpse at your cleavage in your pajama top. You smirked, scooting closer to him until your cleavage slightly spilled past your top.

Severus licked his lips, his breath hitching as you moved closer. His fingers dug into your hip, suppressing a whine as he felt blood quickly rush to his cock.

"Nothing's on my mind," he lied, sighing as he felt his erection strain against his sweatpants. He tried to cross his legs in the position he was in to no avail, wheezing nervously and pulling the blankets around him.

You watched his movements, spotting his erection. He was big as you knew from your showers together but looked even bigger in sweatpants. Your smirk grew, dragging your finger down his face and chest, stopping just above his waistband.

"You can tell me anything, baby. You know there's no shame in anything you tell me," you reassured Severus, smiling warmly at him. "I'm here to make everything a comfortable experience for you, no matter what it is."

Severus smiled a little, feeling himself relax. He only grew harder at feeling your hand so close to his cock and he tried to ignore it, focusing on your soothing words and voice.

"It's just..." he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from your face as he became embarrassed. "I... have this habit. Some nights after you go to bed, I sneak into the bathroom and masturbate while thinking of you- you riding me."

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a warmth spreading through you. Your pussy clenched and you felt it soak with arousal, your breathing becoming heavy as you replied, "Yeah? You think about that?"

"I do," Severus whined, so hard at this point that it was unbearable. "I want it so badly, but I've been too shy to tell you up until now."

You sat up, stroking his waistband before pushing your hand past it. Severus gasped, squirming his hips around as your hand hovered directly above his clothed erection.

"Is this okay, baby?" you asked Severus in a sultry voice, your eyes half-lidded as you gazed down at him. He was visibly nervous, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.

"It's okay," Severus confirmed, wiping his sweaty brow. "I'm just nervous, I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin this by being nervous."

You gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. "You won't ruin this, Sev. I'll be gentle and careful with you, okay? If anything hurts or you feel uncomfortable, let me know, and I'll stop," you mumbled against his lips, rubbing circles into his cheek.

Severus nodded, swallowing thickly. You kissed him again, sitting up and straddling his lap. The both of you gasped together at the contact, your hips squirming as his hard cock rubbed against you.

"Mmm, baby," you moaned, pressing your palms flat onto his chest. "You're throbbing and so big."

Severus whimpered, a beautiful sound that made your clit tingle with need. "You feel really good on top of me like this," he said, his voice breathy as he gripped your waist. "I- can you fuck me? Please?"

You could've come just from his words alone. He sounded and looked so desperate, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and his voice a soft whimper. His hair was a mess around the pillow, and his cheeks were covered in a bright blush.

"Of course, baby. How could I say no to my pretty boy?" you smirked. Severus moaned at the nickname, desperately bucking his hips upwards. He forgot for a moment that this would be his first time, too focused on wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his fist.

You lifted yourself up to slide down your pajama shorts and underwear, Severus's bottoms following suit. He hissed as the warm air of your bedroom washed over his cock, which stood rigid and aching for your touch.

"Please," he begged you, almost feeling dizzy from how badly he needed you. You wrapped a firm hand around his cock, smiling at the sharp gasp that escaped him. You began to pump the shaft, satisfied to see precum quickly gathering and spilling over your fingers.

"S-so good. Your hand feels so much better than mine," Severus moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands. You moved your hand faster, relishing in the little moans and gasps that left him. He sounded ethereal, and you wanted to keep his noises of pleasure in your mind forever.

"You're doing so well. Does that feel good?" Your question caused his cock to twitch in your hand, a telltale sign of orgasm, and you were surprised that he'd be coming so soon.

"Ahh, please. Feels so good, please!" Severus gasped as your thumb swiped across his tip, gathering a bead of precum. You switched hands to bring that thumb to your lips, sucking on the tip and tasting him.

Severus could have imploded at the sight of you tasting him. You hummed at his flavor, earthy and a bit salty. "You taste as good as you look, just how I imagined you," you said, flicking your wrist in a way that made Severus shudder.

Severus felt his stomach clench, knowing that he was close. He was so used to coming quickly, and with you stroking him so amazingly, he knew that his orgasm would be explosive.

You continued stroking him, going even faster now. You kissed him deeply, diving your tongue into his mouth and driving him wild. When he came, he released the prettiest whimper you've ever heard from him followed by a shout of your name.

Severus trembled as ropes of hot cum shot all over his stomach and your hand. He breathed unevenly, gasping as his cock twitched and throbbed from his release. He had come so much, and it was the most gorgeous sight to you.

"Good job, handsome. I'm so proud of you," you praised Severus. He blushed deeply, giggling weakly as you removed his hand from his still hard cock.

"I like being praised," he admitted, his head feeling fuzzy as you removed your top, your breasts bouncing back into place. He stared at them, his mouth watering at how soft and supple they looked.

"You deserve all of the praise in the world, my love," you replied sweetly, sighing contently as Severus slowly ran his large hands up and down your bare torso. They ghosted the undersides of your breasts, and he seemed hesitant to touch them.

You grabbed his hands, leading the way and placing them over your breasts. You sighed in relief, and he moaned as he squeezed them curiously as his thumbs circled your erect nipples.

"You have pretty breasts," Severus observed, grinning up at you. "They're so soft. I've always enjoyed looking at them, but finally touching them is a whole new wonderful experience."

His eyes then trailed down to your pussy and your slick covered thighs. He felt his nerves melt away, being replaced by eagerness and excitement.

"Can you fuck me now?" he asked sheepishly. As much as he loved feeling and admiring your breasts, he was desperate for your pussy.

"I thought you would never ask," you teased, grabbing his cock and casting a non-verbal lubrication spell. Once he was fully lubricated, you lined him up with your entrance, the two of you sharing a deep look of love with each other.

"Remember to tell me to stop if you need to," you reminded Severus, the tip of his cock brushing against your hole. "I love you, Severus, and I'm honored to be your first time."

If Severus wasn't so horny right now, he would have sobbed out of gratefulness for you. His eyes momentarily stung with years as he responded, "I love you too, Y/N. You're my everything."

He leaned up and kissed you passionately, resting his back against the headboard and pulling you with him. You slipped his cock inside of you and you moaned into each other's mouths, entranced by the feeling of your bodies finally becoming one.

"Merlin, you're incredibly warm," Severus chuckled, pecking your lips once. "I don't know how to explain this feeling. It's unlike anything I've ever felt."

You pressed your hips further down onto him, feeling snug. He inhaled sharply at your movement, his eyes flicking between your face and breasts.

"The tip of your cock is nudging my g-spot right now," you mewled, your eyelids fluttering as his thick girth stretched you out. It didn't hurt; it was an incredible feeling of erotic bliss.

"It is?" Severus asked in astonishment, knowing about how pleasurable the g-spot was from what you've told him in the past.

"God, yes," you whimpered, beginning to rock your hips. You started off slow, giving Severus time to adjust, and he was amazed by how fucking good you felt.

"Mmm, right there. Do that with your hips again."

"Y/N, you're so good. Your pussy feels like magic... don't stop fucking me."

"Ah, please! Faster!"

Severus's filthy words spurred you on, motivating you to give him more. You snapped your hips hard and fast above him, pinning his hands above his head and attaching your lips to his neck.

"My good boy, the best boy," you hummed, leaving behind hickeys on his neck. "You have such a great cock to fuck, honey."

Severus couldn't speak anymore, long gone in the pleasure. He only made whiny noises in response to your praise, every snap of your hips shooting sparks of lust up his spine.

"I can feel my orgasm, it's so close," he breathed, needily kissing your breasts. His hands were shaking, his eyebrows furrowed together as you continued to fuck him.

"Mine too, baby. I want to feel your hot cum shooting inside of me and dripping out of me, and I know you'll come nicely like the good boy you are," you replied huskily, your clit throbbing as it begged for attention. You let go of one of his pinned hands, letting it fall onto his chest.

"Touch my clit, sweetheart. Make me come and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life," you cooed, directing Severus's hand to your clit.

Severus nodded obediently, pressing two slender fingers into your clit and rubbing. You clenched around him, making him groan, and you felt your climax start to crest.

"Oh my gosh, I'm coming!" Severus ezclaimed suddenly, his orgasm taking you by surprise. He came hard, filling you up. He sobbed as he came, so overwhelmed by his orgasm that he saw stars burst behind his eyes.

He felt so much relief and felt so loved by you, grateful that you had been the one to take his virginity.

Your hips stuttered as Severus came, snapping them a few more times before you came yourself, soaking his cock with your arousal. He cursed as your pussy squeezed him and milked him of every last drop of his cum.

There was a beat of silence before you collapsed into his arms, your panting paired with his soft whimpers and mumbles of affection.

"Thank you, Y/N, thank you for taking my virginity," Severus was mumbling into your hair as he kissed you there. "It was an amazing experience, one that I'll hold in my heart forever."

You giggled at his words, snuggling him closely. He was still such a romantic even after having his brains fucked out.

You and Severus cleaned up shortly afterward, running a bath and then cuddling in bed. You gave him a full body massage with scented oils and kissed each and every one of his scars, telling him repeatedly how well he had done for you.

Severus was very glad that he had asked you to ride him.

#severus snape #snape love #snape content #professor snape #snape fanfiction #snape imagines #snape one shot #snape fanart #snape fic #pro snape #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x reader #snape x you #severus x you #severus snape smut #virgin snape

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

The disrespect toward indigenous peoples is what popped put at me today in one of your posts. I wonder how long the English have been looking down on the Welsh. We're the Saxons like that or is it the Normans who really thought they were better than everyone else. Cause it seems like it goes back a long way.

Oh, both, just in different ways. The Normals were imperialist, the Saxons were more theft and landgrab.

Something that makes me want to start hurling knives is the INCREDIBLY COMMON English myth that the Anglo-Saxons were a sweet innocent indigenous British people who were conquered and bullied by those mean nasty Normans (and Vikings), and because the Normans came over via France, that means everything was actually THEIR fault, and the true English i.e. the Anglo-Saxons, were victims too :(

When I say it's incredibly common, by the way, I really mean it. Enormous numbers of modern day English people believe this. I've seen BBC programs about the Viking invasions that claimed without a trace of irony that the Vikings would take slaves from "the native Anglo-Saxons". I've literally had English people comment this shit on posts of mine about Celtophobia and Welsh history. Like I'm there describing how the last Prince of Wales was locked in a wooden cage in Bristol Castle at the age of eight and lived out the remainder of his life there until his fifties so the Welsh would know their place, and some snivelling English cunt will straight up write a message going "Teehee really it was the Normans not the English though and they conquered the poor Anglo-Saxons too, poor England uwu"

Anyway in the dying days of the Roman empire in Britain one of the leading reasons for Rome abandoning Britannia was the constant waves of Anglo-Saxon invaders. There were so many the east coast of Britain became known as the Saxon Shore. There were so many the Romans built a line of forts that were and are literally called Saxon Shore Forts. There were so many that an official, historically documented, paid governmental position in Roman Britain was the Count of the Saxon Shore, i.e. the guy responsible for keeping the bastards out.

Rome had banned native military, of course, so when they then withdrew and took the armies with them, the people left had no defences against the incoming waves of Angles, Saxons and Jutes. England fell pretty quickly, Angles in the north, Saxons in the south, Jutes primarily in the east, I believe. What stopped their westward expansion was the Brythonic Celtic nations living in modern day Wales. And this is the origin of the Welsh dragon - those separate kingdoms needed a banner that united them, and represented Not Saxon. An anti-Saxon force. They chose a red dragon.

This is also the origin of King Arthur. An anti-Saxon king of the Brythons, who would repel these Germanic invaders. (It was several centuries later that England realised they should probably steal the term 'British', because otherwise they were marking themselves as 'not native'.)

Anyway the saving grace of the Anglo-Saxons in the end was actually that they were whiny little bitches who gave up trying to fight in Wales with its difficult mountains and fought each other instead. The whole sorry tale of the Heptarchy is the various Anglo-Saxon kingdoms fighting like cats in a bag, while Saxon king Offa built a dyke along the Welsh border and went "WELL YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED OVER HERE" and every Welsh king went "...we literally didn't want to conquer you anyway, you spectacularly sad and stupid man"

Oh, and of course, there's the name 'Wales'. Given to us specifically by the Anglo-Saxons. And translated by centuries of English scholars, mostly very smugly, as 'foreigners'. A fun bit of early propaganda, look - foreigners in our own country that they tried and failed to steal.

All of which is a circuitous way of saying - yeah, it goes way back.

#WALES! #closed for cleaning on mondays #history nerdery #celtophobia

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

julius caesar but i've never watched it

...either the play or the actual man. I am not a time-travelling voyeur. Why does that give Doctor Who vibes? I haven't watched that either.

Anyway, happy Ides of March, tumblr. I am about as enthusiastic about the celebration as Neil Gaiman is, but here we are. Doing what I do worst, making a summary of things I have no authority to summarise... WAHOO LET'S GO. Whatever it is I know about the play:

Caesar was vibing sometime around the '40s. 0040s, not 1940s.

He has a wife named Calpurnia. A maggot wants to be her because and I quote 'no one ever listens to me either'.

She tells him not to go to some kind of coronation or speech or something on the Ides. He's like nah wifey 'sall gucci.

I regret saying that sentence. As did Caesar, because he went and got stabbed in 44. Spoiler alert.

People ship Mark Antony with Caesar but some ship Brutus and Caesar. *youtuber voice* Comment below with your favourite ship.

Don't do it I don't want to know. Anyway, he's also married to Cleopatra, who is killed by snake venom that may not have been snake venom or something.

Idk they were cute. They had a kid that ran away and Asterix and Obelix had to take care of him. Caesarian?

WAIT IS A C-SECTION CALLED A CAESARIAN BECAUSE YOU CUT IT OPEN AND CAESAR WAS STABBED? WHAT?

There is a soothsayer. He tries to soothwarn Caesar.

Caesar does not soothlisten. Caesar is a lil bitch.

On the Ides of March, Caesar goes up to the soothsayer who is lurking on the steps of the maybe-coronation place. He soothsays The Ides of March are come!

The soothsayer soothsighs and soothsays Aye, Caesar, but not gone.

The senators, otherwise known as the soothslayers, have been plotting for a while. Brutus is a very dear friend of Caesar. He thinks Caesar slays.

But the other senators convince him this is what's best for Rome. So he thinks Caesar should be slayed.

So now the soothslayers at the maybe-coronation gather around Caesar and start stabbing him. Et tu, Brute? and all that (though I remember something about that phrase not meaning the same thing as it does in popular context...).

The soothslayers are a bit extra. Like bro. One stab to the heart would have soothsufficed.

Anyway, Caesar is soothslayed like the soothsayer soothsaid.

There is a funeral thing. The People of Rome are cranky.

A maggot once said Moots, maggots, countrymen! and it lives rent-free in my head.

Anyway what Mark Antony actually says is a whole ass speech. FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, LEND ME YOUR EARS. I COME TO BURY CAESAR, NOT TO PRAISE HIM! THE EVIL THAT MEN DO LIVES AFTER THEM, THE GOOD IS INTERR'D WITH THEIR BONES (I THINK I HAVEN'T HEARD THE SPEECH IN A WHILE OK) SO LET IT BE WITH CAESAR.

So he gives the soothspeech and everyone is emotional. IF YOU HAVE TEARS, PREPARE TO SHED THEM NOW. Damn bro. It's like playing villain music just as the camera focuses on the villain.

Anyway then there is a lot of chaos and blah blah blah Mark Antony does some stuff Caesar's adoptive son Octavian does some stuff.

There's some bloke named Augustus who may or may not be Octavian (if he was sorry for the deadname Auggy my bad).

Brutus is killed? Or he kills Mark Antony? One of them die.

They were totally not fighting over who was a better lover to Caesar.

Roman Republic gone byebye as I say to Roxie. Roman Empire starts. The end.

Er.

That was a thing. I rather like summarising my homeboy Shakespeare haven't read him in a while and I only read his comedies. Maybe I should do more in honour of the Globe Theatre Maggots.

Happy Ides. Please don't soothslay me. I've been a good Maggot Prince to you, haven't I?

*runs just in soothcase*

#prophetic queue #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #ides of march #julius ceaser #caesar #hellsite #we should totally just stab caesar #soothsayer #and the soothslayers #now that's a play i wanna see ok #the ides of march #are come #brutus #et tu brute #mark antony #shakespeare #tumblr culture #im getting educated against my will

[ichorai]

BROKEN MACHINE ; the series.

a series based on the album broken machine by nothing but thieves for our 6k milestone! fandoms included ; marvel, house of the dragon, the walking dead, the boys, game of thrones, and succession.

main masterlist. wasteland baby! series. dear science series. about me.

TRACKLIST.

ONE. i was just a kid ; (marc spector) 6.6k ↳ khonshu wanted you dead. marc just wanted you.

TWO. amsterdam ; (jacaerys velaryon) 4.7k ↳ prince jacaerys velaryon traveled to the eyrie to secure aid for his mother's cause. he didn't at all expect to fall in love an arryn while he was there.

THREE. sorry ; (daryl dixon) 7.9k ↳ you were on your knees, and daryl was too. he wouldn’t look at you—he couldn’t—terrified that negan would bring that bat down on your head if he noticed.

FOUR. broken machine ; (miles morales) 5.1k ↳ stuck in a time loop, miles had to witness the one thing that he dreaded the most in life over and over again: your death.

FIVE. live like animals ; (kimiko miyashiro) 1.0k ↳ you try and frenchie try to show kimiko how to have fun on a day off.

SIX. soda ; (aemond targaryen) 40.3k ↳ he flinched away when your fingers brushed against his eyepatch. despite this, you reached out once more to pull it off, your touch ever so gentle—and this time, he let you. you whispered that he was beautiful as your lips grazed against the marred skin of his cheek. aemond didn’t believe you, but he let you say it nonetheless.

SEVEN. i’m not made by design ; (jaime lannister) 47.8k ↳ wolves and lions tend not to be friends, much less lovers.

EIGHT. particles ; (peter parker) 2.8k ↳ tony gives peter the dreaded 'dad' talk.

NINE. get better ; (hobie brown) 5.5k ↳ electric guitars and strawberries, leather jackets and quilted skirts, city spiders and cottage spiders. the two of you were perfect for each other.

TEN. hell, yeah ; (roman roy) 91.5k+ ↳ pain was an old friend for the both of you.

ELEVEN. afterlife ; (yelena belova) 1.9k ↳ her sister was dead. she’d lost everyone she’d ever known. and she didn’t know you—at least not as well as she’d like to know her sister’s spouse, but yelena wanted to try. that was the least she could do.

TWELVE. reset me ; (wade wilson) 1.3k ↳ charles sends you to recruit deadpool into the x-men. expectedly, the bastard tries to weasel away from you—and when that doesn’t work, he resorts to his most lethal method: flirtation. that, and taping a kick me sign on your back.

THIRTEEN. number 13 ; (rhaenyra targaryen) 5.4k ↳ in another life, she could’ve been with you, she was sure. a life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men.

#broken machine #back with my third milestone series :D #marvel fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #marc spector x reader #daryl dixon x reader #miles morales x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #jaime lannister x reader #peter parker x reader #yelena belova x reader #wade wilson x reader #twd fanfiction #hotd fanfiction #sw fanfiction #got fanfiction #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #jace velaryon x reader #kimiko miyashiro x reader #hobie brown x reader #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

[thegreatwicked]

FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

#fic rec #ben hardy characters #star wars #dc comics #jason todd #roman sionis #all smut all the way #billy/four x reader #roger taylor #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #roman sionis smut #jason todd smut #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #Support writers content #My favorite fanfics

[fiberslut]

Always in Powers

Pairing: Lukas Matsson x roy!reader

This is just a headcanon about being the youngest Roy sibling

You’re just holding a meeting while some unknown number pops up on your phone. You excuse yourself and answer to that number to hear Marcia’s voice. ‘Your father needs you’ she says, ‘I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, I don’t have a father’ ‘He’s offering you to be the CEO’ ‘What happened to Ken and Rome?’ ‘Let’s discuss about it when you’re here, next month is your father’s birthday remember?’ ‘As I said, I don’t have a father’ ‘See you soon’ and then she hung up

You have no idea what does he want. He’s ignored you for 22 years of your life but now he wanted to see you? and offering you to be the CEO of Waystar?

At a very young age, you’ve lived in the same house as Connor, Kendall, Roman, and Shiv. But one day your father hit you for some unknown reason, your mom knew about it, fired a restraining order against Logan, divorced him, and moved you two back to your mom’s country.

From that day on, you would go by her last name.

Since your mom is a very famous actress/model in your country, that made you’re also in the limelight too.

You hate Logan. Hate how he treated you and your mom. Hated how he never fought to get you back. Hate how he never calls on your birthday. Hate how he never said ‘Happy birthday kid’ to you. Hate how you would have no one to celebrate Father’s Day with.

That’s why you always work so hard, and be able to graduate double degree from Harvard Business School and Harvard Law School at the age of 22. And since you’re famous (thanks to your mom) you have a lot of celebrity friends, which helps with your clothing company to be successful and to be accepted worldwide.

Now you’re in Italy for Caroline’s wedding. But Logan wants you to go with him and Roman to talk about business with this Matsson guy.

He is a very interesting guy. Not like what you have in mind about tech bro.

Lukas couldn’t stop looking at you while talking with Logan. Rome sees it too and he’s not happy about it.

While you’re on the boat back to the wedding venue, some odd numbers appear on your phone, you answer it and it’s Lukas. ‘How did you get my number Mr. Matsson?’ Rome hears that and signal you to hang up the phone, while Logan is smiling in a victorious way.

‘He’s not going to give you CEO’ Kendall says, ‘From what Roman told me, he’s obviously using you to woo Matsson’ ‘No he’s not, he promised me’ you argue back, ‘He promised me too’ Shiv adds

From that day on you’ve talked and texted with Lukas every day. You find him so laid back and funny not like any guys you’ve dated.

You are Roman’s favorite, he’s the only one who visits you every year, so since you’re back in New York, you usually hang out at Roman’s place.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Roman asks ‘Don’t tell me it’s that Swede again, aren’t you dating that Denmark prince?’ ‘He’s a Count and no we’re not dating’ ‘It’s creepy, Matsson is too old for you’ ‘Um, I don’t think you should be the one to lecture me about what is creepy or what is not huh Mr. send-your-dick-pic-to-dad’

When you’re free of meeting, you will fly to Sweden. You and Lukas have developed a serious relationship. ‘What if I buy your dad’s company?’ He asks. ‘There is a cheaper way to impress me Lukas’ ‘No I’m serious’ ‘Then you should buy ATN too’ ‘Wouldn’t that destroy him?’ ‘That’s my point’

You were at Connor's side when you heard the news. That Logan is dead while he's on the plane to meet Lukas. You felt empty, just blank, not any hint of sadness. You saw Kendall, Roman, and Shiv were crying and saying I love you Dad at the phone. They're devastated at the news and couldn't do the interview, so it was you to do it.

Your sibling didn't have time to mourn Logan's death that much since Lukas invited them and the company to Norway.

You were excited, you and Lukas agreed to make your relationship official at the retreat.

Everyone was so shocked except Roman, he saw it coming since the first day. Kendall totally couldn't accept it, he refused to talk to you all day. Shiv just looked at you in disbelief but didn't say anything.

You love this retreat, you always ask Greg to be your photographer for your Instagram. Lukas hates how you are always with Greg when you should be next to him.

So he asks Greg who he is and insulted him in Swedish in front of his friends. You get mad at him for talking about your family like that. You and Lukas have a fight and you ended up leaving the retreat that afternoon and flying back to New York to help Connor with the funeral.

You haven't heard from him until the funeral day. You saw him with Shiv and that totally sums up everything for you. You ignore him all morning just to end up being pulled away into the dark corner of the church, him kissing you passionately and saying he's sorry and how much he's missed you.

So that week he stayed with you at your penthouse and he proposed to you.

He has you by his side while taking a group photo as GoJo successfully bought Waystar and ATN. You showing your new engagement ring as your new chapter of life is about to start as a wife and an American CEO of Waystar.

#succession #succession imagine #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson #lukas matsson imagine #lukas matsson x roy!reader #roy!reader #roy siblings #succession au #alexander skarsgård #succession hbo #succession fanfic

[darkelfchicksick]

So where *is* Tassing, actually?

Obviously it’s nowhere. But actually, it’s also several specific places in a specific area.

As someone who lives and has lived in several parts of Oberbayern, I'm so tickled by placing Tassing on a map. While trying to find a region it would fit in with all the clues the game gives, I also found several monasteries that probably contributed to the way Kiersau was written and created.

Names

Tassing fits a common naming scheme in Oberbayern. Places with an -ing name in Austria and Altbayern (roughly congruent with the present-day administrative districts Upper Bavaria, Lower Bavaria and Upper Palatinate) were founded in a specific time frame, the Baiuvarian Settling of the Alps. Up until the 7th century CE, the alpine landscape was inhabited by slavs, but from the 7th to 9th century, the Baiuvarii, a germanic group of people, moved into the area and ended up either displacing or integrating the slavic people into their own society. Examples of Baiuvarian -ing names in Upper Bavaria include Pasing (With the people of Paso/Paoso/Poso/Poaso), Menzing (With the people of Menzo) or Poing (With the people of Piuwo). Tassing might have been re-settled, founded or just be associated with a man named Tasso, and should be located somewhere in Altbayern.

Kiersau is a strange name to me and finding an etymologically-based interpretation, like for Tassing, is harder. (In general, trying to find etymologies for place names is often more educated guessing than anything else.) The Bavarian meaning of Au (or Aue) is a flat piece of land with meadows and forests located near a river (also: floodplain). The problematic part is Kiers. I'm choosing to put it down as Kirsche, cherry. Why? Well, cherry trees were brought across the Alps by Romans, and the Roman past of Kiersau and Tassing is important to the story. It might also just be a reference to Hirsau, a famous Benedictine monastery in the Black Forest.

None of the first or last names of the peasants, merchants or craftsmen in Tassing give any kind of hint as to where the place is located. Names like Bauer (farmer), Gertner (gardener) or Zimmermann (carpenter) are extremely common, and the more uncommon ones, like Alban, don't help narrowing it down either.

Area

We get one look at an Early Modern map of Europe, with a few mountain ranges, rivers, some of the most siginficant trade roads, and Tassing marked on it. We know that Tassing is part of the Prince-Bishopric of Freising in 1518 and borders directly on Tyrolia. We know it's in Bavaria, which I'm deciding to identify as the Bavarian territory of the Holy Roman Empire. I'm not getting into the true borders of Bavaria on my overly researched Pentiment post. We also learn that one of the Roman trade routes, possibly relateed to salt, was built to run past Tassing, and that Tassing is located somewhere in the province of Raetia. To identify and overlap all these areas, I have committed a horrible cartographic crime in Photoshop!

I have marked Raetia in yellow, the Roman roads in red, the Prince-Bishopric in brown and the Bavarian territory in blue. This first map shows these areas in a European context.

This one is a closer shot of the whole possible location of Tassing. Now, you might have noticed a little red dot in the lower right, outside of any of the possible areas, right there in Eastern Tyrolia?

Unfortunately, that is where the Pentiment map placed Tassing. Now, the in-game map is mirroring many a Early modern maps (I'm just glad they put a modern North-South axis on it, ngl), and is. Not Very Reliable. This part of Austria cannot be interpreted as Upper Bavaria by even the most lenient mapreaders, and I am electing to ignore it. Sorry.

I’m also locating Tassing west of Munich, not east, because I’m too familiar with the area around Rosenheim/Wasserburg and I’m just not getting Tassing vibes, even though Perchtenläufe are far more common today in the area.

Anyway, on to the last map. You'll notice there's a nice Roman road leading through the big pink area west, leading north towards Augsburg, and a second to the east that crosses into non-Freising territory and then passes (or crosses, my Roman roads map reference isn't super exact) a Freising enclave. 

When I first zoned into this map, I got really excited, because there IS a Benedictine monastery on the West road! Kloster Ettal - which is unfortunately mostly famous for a sexual abuse scandal in the Catholic boarding school that's part of the monastery. Yikes.

Kloster Ettal (1)

It was founded in the 14th century, so rather late, by Emperor Ludwig IV. The sanctuary features a small marble Madonna. Ettal remained rather unimportant until the 18th century. Pro: Right next to a Roman road, close to a small river, securely inside my possible location area and located on a hill. Con: Founded too late and not by a person comparable to the foundress of Kiersau. Not culturally significant before or during the time of Pentiment. No reference to any strange reliquiaries.

Epfach (2)

This is a small village near Denklingen. It's not significant for having a monastery, because there is none. However, Epfach used to be called Abodiacum, and it was located at an important intersection between the Via Claudia and the salt road between Salzburg and Kempten. Since the fall of the Roman Empire, it has lost meaning, and today Epfach is a village with a rich past. The coat of arms depicts a roman lamp with the Chi Rho, emphasizing the merging and mixing of pagan Roman and Christian influences in the area. There have also been several archeological finds, among them the Venus of Epfach, and you can visit a Nymphaeum near the school. I'm not rating this one pro and con, since Epfach doesn't have a monastery. However, I think the area may have been one of many inspiring places in Upper Bavaria that went into the creation of Tassing. I was especially tickled by the Nymphaeum and the murals that are on exhibit in the former fire station.

Beuerberg (3)

A double monastery, founded around 1120 by a local Noble, Berta von Iringsburg and her sons. It was widely known for its library and school, and it was ravaged by fire several times, which also destroyed parts of the library. Pro: Founded by a woman, double monastery, a history of fires. Con: Not a Benedictine monastery, not in the target area, most places burn down over the course of 800 years, and also I literally added it exclusively because my grandparents used to live here.

Wessobrunn (4)

Originally founded in 753 by Duke Tassilo III. near another Roman road, it was presumably the proprietary monastery of a family by the name of Wezzo, who according to legend led Tassilo to a spring he had dreamed of. The monastery was pillaged by Hungarians in 955 and rebuilt in 1065. A recluse, Diemut, a famous scribe, worked here after the monastery was rebuilt, although she wasn't part of an order. Wessobrunn became a double monastery in 1130 and burned down in the early 13th century, once again being rebuilt. It became known for its library, and as a local parton of art, especially stucco in the 18th century. Pro: Double monastery of Benedictines, located on a hill, had a famous female scribe and library, history of destruction by fire. Also, Tassilo could have inspired a place name like Tassing. Con: Never had a scriptorium, not in the target area, actual story of Tassilo founding it is considered ahistorical by most historians.

Benediktbeuern (5)

Located at the Via Raetia, this monastery was founded once again by Tassilo III. and was gifted, among other things, a salt mine in Tyrolia and several villages. It received an arm reliquiary of St. Benedict in the late 8th century, and head reliquiaries of the martyr Anastasia. Benediktbeuren was a double monastery until the 14th century, with the women's convent located north of the men's convent. Like Wessobrunn, Benediktbeuren was destroyed by Hungarians and rebuilt. Before and after this event, the monastery was home to a famous scriptorium, a famous library and it also had a parish church dedicated to Mary close to the monastery itself. The main part of the monastery was destroyed by a fire in 1490 and then rebuilt. Pro: Double monastery of Benedictines, famous scriptorium and library, connection to Tassilo, parish church dedicated to Mary, lead by a man called Matthias in the early 16th century, destroyed by fire, a hand reliquary and ownership of a salt mine. Con: The salt mine was days away, not in the target area, located on a plain.

Polling (6)

Founded as a Benedictine monastery in the late 8th century, once again connected to a myth of Duke Tassilo III. In this one, he's hunting and spots a doe that's scratching the ground. Digging up the spot, he finds three crosses and other treasure, and decides to build a monastery there. Polling was also destroyed by Hungarians, and was a a double monastery until 1300, when the nuns moved to Benediktbeuren. Since the early 12th century, Polling was an Augustine monastery and home to an important school. It also had lots of pilgrims coming in for the holy cross. Pro: Double monastery, located next to one of the Roman roads, parallel name to Tassing and connection to Tassilo, the doe Con: Not in the target area, not a Benedictine monastery, not known for a scriptorium.

Conclusio

You might ask yourself now, well! What was all that for? And the answer is, of course, to show how realistic and at the same time completely fantastic Kiersau and Tassing are. You can find something of Pentiment's locations in all of the places I've mentioned, and yet none of them are a perfect fit, because the story that Pentiment tells needs the combination of all these things to work.

There's no one place that Tassing mirrors, but I think my favorite find were the many monasteries founded by Tassilo, and the connection of Tassing via the place name - With the people of Tassilo. I love how closely the Roman history of Upper Bavaria, especially Epfach, is picked up, fractured and then condensed in Pentiment. I might write a follow-up on this about the local Pagan practices that we see from Ottilia, Sick Peter and Ursula, but I think I'm a bit too cynical to write about those in a fun way.

Sources:

Etymologies: Senseless searches on Wikipedia and Wiktionary.

Map of Raetia: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raetia#/media/Datei:Droysens_Hist_Handatlas_S17_Germanien.jpg

Roman roads in Germany: https://www.altwege.de/roemer-und-kelten/interaktive-karte.html (Bernhard Schwade)

Bishoprics in Germany: https://www.historisches-lexikon-bayerns.de/Lexikon/Bistumsorganisation (map by Sonja Schweiger)

Map of Europe: google babey

History of the monasteries: https://www.hdbg.eu/kloster/ and a wide array of the monastery websites, Wikipedia and Wikimedia.

Ettal: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kloster_Ettal#/media/Datei:Ethal_(Merian).jpg

Epfach: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hirte_mit_Schafen_-_r%C3%B6mische_Plastik_in_Abodiacum_(Epfach),_2020.jpg

Beuerberg: https://bildsuche.digitale-sammlungen.de/index.html?c=viewer&bandnummer=bsb00063022&pimage=678

Wessobrunn: https://bildsuche.digitale-sammlungen.de/index.html?c=viewer&bandnummer=bsb00063022&pimage=644

Benediktbeuern: https://api.digitale-sammlungen.de/iiif/image/v2/bsb10802259_00025/full/full/0/default.jpg

Polling: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wening_Polling.jpg

#pentiment #my stuff #long post #read more #research #bavaria

[prodigal-explorer]

my dearest little prince (i)

(roman sanders hurt/comfort, cw for extreme self deprecation and janus dropping truth. features sympathetic janus!)

“My dearest little prince…what’s happened to you?”

Roman’s hollow eyes, darkened from sleep deprivation, were squeezed shut, tears spilling out the sides and down his cheeks. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Nobody was supposed to know. Not even Janus’ tender, lulling voice could pull him out of this panic.

“Baby, come here. Please. Let me help you. Let me hold you.”

Janus’ words were practically hypnotic to the tired, desperate young prince. Roman was so tired of being used, so tired of being an object. All he wanted was to be loved, just like everyone else, but it seemed that no matter what he did, no matter what positions he bent himself into, he could never change himself enough. He was still too Roman. Maybe his actions weren’t the problem, after all. Maybe Roman himself was to blame. Everything about him, after all, was wrong, no matter what he did and how he did it. Roman could feel his mind turn to fuzz, Janus’ words and form growing farther and farther away as he enveloped himself in a meager attempt at self-protection. After all, Roman had long learned that he couldn’t trust anybody else to protect him from anything.

This had to be a trap. It just had to be.

“When was the last time you ate?” Janus whispered, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. The prince flinched back, but Janus persisted, too anxious to be sensitive. “Baby, please. I’m worried about you. You’ve always been so fragile. And lately, it feels like you’ve just been floating away.”

“Yeah?” Roman whispered, his voice seething with hurt. “I wonder why.”

Janus blinked, and tilted his head, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean, darling?” he asked gently.

“Maybe I should float away,” Roman mumbled thickly as his tears started to suffocate him. “You all would like it so much better if I was gone. You play tricks on me to make me shut up or look stupid, you use me for your own agendas without even caring about mine, and then you betray me when all I ever wanted to do was help my friends! I wanted to be a prince, I wanted to be honorable and chivalrous, but- but what’s the point if it always ends with me alone? I’m the least favorite side, Janus. The least favorite. The least amount of fans like me, and the most amount of fans hate me.”

“That’s-…that’s not fair, Roman,” Janus whispered, but Roman interjected before Janus could continue.

“Maybe it is fair,” he snapped, “Someone has to be. Maybe it should be me. After all, I am the evil twin. No matter what I say or do, no matter how hard I try, people only care about the bad stuff I did, and none of the good stuff I’m doing. What’s the point of trying anymore? What’s the point of anything?”

Roman tried to keep ranting, but a whimper cut him off, and as he realized the weight of everything he was saying, he started to sob. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of the situation. Never in his entire life had the little prince felt so helpless.

Janus took the opportunity to talk. He tried to hide his anger, not towards Roman, but towards everyone and everything that caused Roman to believe such terrible things were actually true. Himself included.

“My precious little one,” Janus murmured, carefully pulling Roman’s limp and trembling limbs into a hug. “You are not evil. Evil people don’t worry about whether or not they’re evil. Evil people don’t cry as you do now. You are so, so good, my darling. And I’m sorry that nobody has told you that. I’m sorry that you’ve felt so alone for so long. You try harder than anybody I know. You are so ready to learn and change that sometimes I worry that you’ll lose yourself one day and never find it again.”

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Roman muttered to Janus’ chest.

“Of course it would!” Janus scolded gently, starting to rhythmically pet Roman’s curly hair and support his delicate form. “Roman, you are so special. You’re so…beautiful. I’ve never met anybody else who sees the world the way you do, with such wonder. With such color. You sing when no audience is around to applaud you. You speak to things that can’t speak back. You care so much about everything. You care more than anybody I’ve ever met.”

There was silence and stillness in the room for a very long time, not a sound except for occasional sniffling from Roman. And then, the creative side fully launched himself into Janus’ arms, letting his sorrow carry him as he melted into Janus’ secure, but gentle hold, sobbing into his shoulder and letting Janus support his weight, trusting him to keep him upright.

“My baby…my sweet baby,” Janus whispered, “You’ve been hurting for a long time, haven’t you?”

Roman couldn’t speak. He couldn’t act, he couldn’t ask for more than this. For so long, he had been trying to act more mature, so he could be taken more seriously. But it felt so good to just cry, and be a child again, even if just for a moment. Janus seemed to innately know that Roman needed this. Maybe Janus cared more than Roman thought.

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[brusslesprout-td]

making a story about prince roman and prince remus having a healthy relationship with eachother, and then an outsider named virgil moves into the kingdom and remus is head over heels for him and then they fall in love with eachother for my big silly dukexiety heart :3

(i’ll never share it online by the way because my writing is terribly mediocre, sorry XP)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #intruxiety #intrusive thoughts sanders #anxiety sanders #remus sanders

[chameleon66]

Sanders sides Valentine’s Day headcanons

Author’s note: I decided to do Valentine's day headcanons on some of Sanders Sides' ships. I'm sorry if I didn’t include your favorite ship but there are only so many things I could think and write at the time. I promise I will write something new soon and please give me your thoughts on my headcanons. Happy Reading!

Logicality (Logan x Patton)

Patton spent most of his day in the kitchen cooking a special dinner for him and Logan which is about 40% actual food and 60% sweets because both of them have sweet tooths but Logan doesn’t usually allow himself to have any so Patton decided to spoil him

Logan bought Patton a shark Blanket for his bed with a hood and mittens sewn into it (Because believe it or not Patton’s favorite characters in Finding Nemo are the sharks)

Patton sets up the dinner in the imagination and Logan is so flattered that Patton put in all this time and effort into his gift and he’s also flustered because of how cute and affectionate Patton is being with him

After they finished eating they decided to go home and watch Big Hero 6 and Toy Story 2 on Logan’s laptop before they cuddled up in Logan’s bed and fell asleep

Roceit (Janus x Roman)

Janus gets Roman a new 300 page notebook to write all his award winning ideas in and spent a few days customizing it with all of Roman’s favorite musicals on the cover

On Valentine's day Janus couldn’t find Roman all day but in the afternoon he found a mysterious letter on his pillow inviting him to a ball in the imagination that night (I’ll give you three guesses who the letter is from)

That night Janus went into the imagination in a snake skin print suit and finds part of the imagination has been transformed into a huge ball room with a glass ceiling showing the night sky a self playing grand piano and Roman waiting for him in a bright red ballgown dress

That night the two of them danced, exchanged sweet words, recreated Disney princess and Disney prince scenes with each other and came back home around 7 a.m and fell asleep in Roman’s room

Dukexeity (Remus x Virgil)

Since both Remus and Virgil have problems with giving and accepting love they decide to do what they both do best, make everyone in the mind palace suffer (Playing pranks on the others) one example is them taking Logan’s stuff from where he last put them and putting them somewhere different (It made Logan think he was going crazy)

They also tainted Janus’s face mask with marker ink which caused Janus’s scales to be stained bright pink for almost a whole week after Valentine's day

But both of them targeted Roman the most, between placing a bucket of slime above his door which fell on him when he opened it or drawing on his face when he took a nap, they did it all to him (They didn’t prank Patton because Virgil refused to because Virgil doesn’t want to hurt a soul as pure as him)

After they were done pranking the others they hid under Virgil’s bed and watched youtube to avoid the others until they fell asleep under the bed together

Logince (Logan x Roman)

Logan spent most of the week before Valentine's day a stressed mess trying to figure out the perfect gift to give Roman because nothing he found ever seemed to be good enough for Roman so in the end he went with making something for him, a list of 101 things he loved about Roman

On Valentine's day morning he woke up for breakfast only to find Patton there not cooking but just sitting there as if waiting for Logan and when Logan asked Patton what he was up to, Patton just smiled and said “Not what I’m up to.”

Patton then handed a envelope to Logan and snuck out with a wink, Roman had planned Logan a scavenger hunt with riddles which then led Logan to Roman in the imagination who made a breakfast picnic for both of them with toast, muffins and Crofters jam

After they finished Breakfast Logan gave Roman his gift that Roman broke into happy tears at and they spent the whole day in the imagination hanging out with each other and experimenting with crazy ideas

Dukeceit (Janus x Remus)

Neither of them like Valentine's day, Remus because it’s a holiday dedicated to lovey dovey mushy gushy stuff and Janus because it’s such a commercial holiday that really serves no well known purpose

So instead they treat it like any other day but both of them kept subtly being a little more affectionate with each other like Janus making Remus a sandwich while Remus is busy making Thomas consider stupid things or Remus holding Janus’s hand under the table at breakfast

That night since everyone else is out of the house they cuddle up on the couch with wine and have a SAW movie marathon (Janus likes SAW because of the thought put into each trap and Remus just loves the idea of each trap and sometimes tests them on himself because he’s not real so he can’t die)

The both fall asleep on the couch in a wine induced sleep coma with Janus’s head on Remus’s chest and when Patton comes home and finds them he gently covers them with a blanket and switched off the TV (But not before being traumatized by a woman having her stomach cut open by a buzz saw)

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan)

Together they plan a full day’s worth of activities that start with a nice breakfast they made together early in the morning before Patton had woken up to make them breakfast, after Breakfast they went into the part imagination that Remus had full control over and they spent the whole day answering questions and experimenting

Since Remus has questions and Logan loves answers they came up with a full list of questions like “What would happen if you turned a human inside out?”, “Can sharks smell fear?”, “What acid dissolves human flesh the fastest?”, “Is it possible to jump from one plane to another and live?” just to name a few, they thought they’d try and answer them all

They came home in the evening covered in blood with ripped clothes, messy hair, and some mild(ish) injuries which scared the heck out of the others

After they lost consciousness Virgil, Patton, Janus and Roman took care of their injuries and put them to bed and both say they still would consider it a great day

Moceit (Janus x Patton)

Patton woke Janus up with breakfast in bed and bouquet of a dozen roses and they cuddled in bed until the afternoon afterwards

After they got up and ready Janus gave Patton his gift, a scrapbook of all the sides and pictures of all the fun moments they had together, the squeal Patton let out could shatter glass and then Janus was squished in bone crushing hug

What Patton finally let Janus go they went off on their planned date only to find Remus lurking around every corner and trying to but in on everything they were doing like the very intentionally third wheel he was trying to be (He didn’t have a reason for doing this other than just being bored and it was fun to watch Janus get angry) so they spent most of their date trying to hide from Remus and failing horribly to do so

Once they got home Janus locked him and Patton in the bathroom just so they could be alone for a while and not be third wheeled, so they ended their Valentine's day cuddling on the title of the bathroom with noise canceling headphones on to block out the sound of Remus banging on the door

Prinxiety (Roman x Virgil)

Virgil told Roman he didn’t want anything super grand for Valentine's day and that he wanted to keep everything lowkey which Roman surprisingly agreed to

On Valentine's day Patton took Virgil out for what he called “Friendintine’s day” but Virgil saw it was a poorly devised excuse to keep him out of the house while Roman was without a doubt setting up a surprise for him but he pretended to be unaware as Patton and him hung out in the imagination with Patton coming up with one excuse after another to keep them from going home

Once they got back to the Mind palace Virgil went to his room to find a pillow fort had been made on top of his bed and a tray of snacks had also been set out with Roman waiting for him his Beast onesie, Virgil was speechless but extremely happy that was made very clear by how his eyeshadow changed from back to a bright shimmery purple when he saw the display

After Virgil got changed into his skeleton onesie they took turns picking out movies to watch (Mostly Disney movies) and fell asleep around 2 am

Second Author’s note: Thank you for reading and whether you’re spending Valentine's day with a partner or alone, remember to take time to do something you love doing.

#sander sides #sanders sides #i love them #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #ts janus #ts logince #ts patton #ts roman #ts logan #logince #idiots in love #dukeceit #demus #moceit #janus x remus #logan x remus #lovers #intrulogical #prinxeity #prinxiety #dukexiety #roceit #headcanon

[perfectly-princely-emo-nightmare]

Fanders we got FED today!!!!

Okay here’s my little review of The Sides Need a Nice Day

Patton was trying so hard to make Logan happy!

“Logan seems to be having a tough time lately.” Ya don’t say.

“Are those my notecards?” Logan you’re probably the only person with any spare notecards in the house lol

He looks so happy to go to the library!

Patton darling, you need to chill

Why was Start a Compost Bucket an option? Does Logan do gardening?

Ncuti Gatwa is a snack tbh

“I did it :D” Patton you are too cute for this world

Virgil being nice to Roman!

Prinxiety shippers got FED tonight!

“Okay here’s the thing, Roman seems to be a bigger, whinier, drama prince than usual.” YA DONT SAY

Virgil’s probably the only one who will even talk to Roman right now, poor baby.

“Royal pain in the ass himself” add another one onto Roman and Virgil’s massive list of nicknames boys

I have not listened to the new We Didn’t Start the Fire yet but anything by Fall Out Boy is a banger, so…

I love that “Stab stuff with your sword” was an option. Truly he is related to Remus.

I’m honestly with Roman on the spider thing. Sorry Virge.

“Ask crush out for drinks” That is a very anxiety inducing thing and for Virgil to make that a choice for Roman was very sweet.

Not sure if crush meant Thomas’ crush or Roman’s crush

Roman going on about Princes always doing the right thing is very apt

Someone give him a hug please

Virgil changing the story to make him happy was super cute.

I guess being unnecessarily foreboding is an involuntary reflex for Virgil?

I swear Janus was just doing this to fit in

“He’s an absolute freak but freaks deserve nice days too” I’m getting that framed that’s hilarious

“Where do we keep the pens?” Probably Roman’s room

Remus why are you in the closet, you’re openly gay

Smashing a car that doesn’t know how to park is a fucking MOOD! Remus is doing what we all want to do.

Remus having a date with Bloody Mary is so canon lmao

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #thomas sanders #janus sanders