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[anxiouslyfred]

Hollow Horizons

Summary: After years of his identity as aromantic being dismissed, Roman decides to use the excuse of following the soulmate glow to escape his hometown and go on a journey to find somewhere better. A diner he stops in gives him the way to find more people just like him.

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Roman had tried dating. People needed to understand, he had tried dating, tried to enjoy casual relationships everyone was pushed to have as teenagers so their soulmates would have a good partner. He had tried.

They had all made his skin crawl and ended when he fled one too many dates with excuses of family commitments. His longest relationship lasted a month only because the man he’d been with viewed it as a challenge to date someone who didn’t want to be dated.

Blocking that man everywhere was the second best decision of Roman’s life so far.

The best decision was taking to the internet to look at LGBTQ+ identities again. He read through definitions of identities for hours before learning about aromantics, and all the time was worth it.

Roman was Aromantic and everything made more sense now.

Except nobody believed him or that it was a real identity. Everyone knew everyone has a soulmate and they’d all find them at some point in their life and anybody claiming not to was lying or delusional.

After months of this, Roman was resolute: He would claim to be following his soulmate glow to leave his hometown and gradually cut off contact with everyone who expected to hear of a whirlwind romance happening.

There had to be a happy ending waiting for him in the world

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“Hi there stranger, can I get you anything?” The greeting was called cheerfully from the counter as Roman wandered into the diner. He’d been travelling for a week and was debating where he should stay that night while pausing his drive for a meal.

“Burger and a coke please, and maybe a map to a motel for the night?” He requested, sitting at the bar with a small smile.

The man behind the counter noted his order quickly, calling into the kitchen before turning back to Roman, “Are you passing through on your way somewhere?”

“Trying to find somewhere I can be me. I’m not sure it exists though.” He replied more honestly than he usually would be to strangers. “I’m Roman, by the way.”

“I’m Patton and Logan is in the kitchen.” Patton gestured to the window connecting the rooms. “Is it a soulmate quest you’re on?”

Roman couldn’t avoid pulling a face, “I hope not. Romance is very much uncomfortable.”

“We’ve got a couple friends who’d agree with you over at ‘Hollow Horizons’. Stay in town a few days to go and meet them.” The suggestion was given as Roman’s drink was placed on the counter with a warm smile.

“What is ‘Hollow Horizons’?” He asked intrigued, “And can you suggest somewhere I could stay?”

The man in the kitchen leant through the window. “It’s a bookshop. I’ll get a map of afforable places drawn while you eat. Food’s ready in ten.”

“Thanks Logan!” Patton beamed at the small smile he was given. “We’re soulmates which is simpler than your experience, I believe.”

“My experience? Do you mean not wanting a soulmate?” Roman paused at the tone directed to him. It sounded like he’d been accepted about disliking that version of a happy ending but he couldn’t figure out what else was meant.

Patton enthusiastically nodded, “Janus tried explaining it to me once, and Lo read a book or two on it. Some of our greatest explorers were just like you, he said.”

“You’re confusing him, Patton. Why don’t you let Janus offer him an explanation tomorrow and ask about his travels so far instead.” Logan called, but didn’t move into view at all.

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Roman had promised to return to the diner the next night and decided to book a few nights at the B&B Patton seemed to like the owner of, claiming, “Remy’s the best. If you struggled to sleep he’d got all the tips to help and Emile got his cooking qualifications at the same time as Logan. They should both be Doctor’s I swear.”

It was a nice looking place, and the display of teas to one end of the counter actually encouraged Roman to relax there.

“Sup Babes, Are you Roman? Pattycake said he was sending you our way.” The receptionist greeted, lowering the sunglasses they were wearing.

“Yes, that’s me. Do you have a room available for a few nights?” He nodded, dropping his bag to the floor to get his wallet out.

He got a nod in return as they turned to the wall of keys. “Sure thing. The names Remy. I’m here in the evenings. You’ll meet Emile tomorrow morning. Are you paying now or when you check out?”

Roman thought for a moment before deciding, “Now for the first two nights and I’ll decide later if I’m staying for longer than that.”

“Great, Here’s your key, let’s get the other stuff sorted now.”

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Emile turned out to be an eccentric, energetic man with a reference for every sentence said, even just breakfast orders. Roman liked him a lot but was ready to spend the day lost in town after the fourth soulmate story was referenced in quick succession. He didn’t want to ask for directions if that’d get another brought up.

Except Emile interrupted himself from a discussion of the friendships on yet another show, saying, “Oh bother, I’ve made the same mistake Pooh bear did in Eeyore’s New Home. Talking on instead of asking where you’re going today.”

“Patton suggested I visit a bookshop in town. I think it was ‘Hallowed Horizons’.” Roman said, frowning a little as the shop name sounded wrong and wondering if he’d changed the name of it accidentally.

It was amusing when Emile then gasped, “’Hollow Horizons’?” and hurried into the entryway, bringing back a leaflet. “My faux pas grows I suspect, but it’s easy to get to Virgil’s shop.” He began explaining the directions, placing the leaflet beside Roman’s plate.

Roman nodded, looking at the small map before querying, “Patton said it belonged to someone called Janus. Who’s Virgil?”

“They’re co-owners. Fight something rotten sometimes, like Katara and Zuko, but both decent people at the end of the day,” Emile nodded. “But I do find Virgil the nicer of the paid, less prone to wear a mask or distrust everyone, but a bit abrasive.”

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Hollow Horizons was a small shop from the outside, dark enough that Roman almost walked straight past it and then stared for a while trying to figure out if it was open. The only indication it actually was was a small sign beside the doorhandle but once Roman spotted it he wasted no time in entering.

Someone in an oversized hoodie behind the counter made a discontented noise as they sat up straighter, “Sup, Hollow Horizons has all the rare kinds of books you could hope for. Are you looking for a particular book?”

“I’m not sure. Someone at the diner I went to last night recommended I come here.” Roman replied, looking over the displays curiously.

He startled as a frustrated growl came from behind him, “Roman then? Janus said Patton was telling him we should hire you. I’m Virgil and bet Pat’s skipped a hundred steps in that idea of his.” Virgil paused, looking Roman over before gesturing further back in the shop, “Might want to check out the shelf on soulmate studies back there. I started with ‘Broken Bonds’, Janus pushes ‘Identities Without Mates’ but for Logan to agree with sending you here there’ll be something to catch your eye on those shelves.

Roman had started to frown at the subject he was pointed to until he heard the book titles being recommended. It was easier to focus on that than the idea a man he’d met once had tried to get a job for him when he didn’t know how long he’d remain in town.

Neither of the titles mentioned caught Roman’s attention. Instead the first book he focused on showed the arch of a horizon, glowing to the right of the cover with violet light. It was a familiar sight to Roman as that was supposed to be the glow that drew soulmates together; one he’d half-heartedly been following since his journey began. He reached for the book curiously despite expecting it to praise the soulmates most people said everyone had.

‘Unreachable’ was the title of the book:

Welcome to the stories of people who wil never reach the glow supposed to mark their soulmates location.

Despite common belief, history is scattered with people without soulmates and their records have been found and discredited for long enough. Open this book and learn of authors breaking hearts with loveless stories and adventurers as much running from the expectations of their society as towards a glow that never moved nearer to them.

We are the ones with unreachable soulmates because they don’t exist and if you feel the same, we welcome you ever more.

Roman had never been moved to tears by the blurb of a book before but the blub of ‘Unreachable’ had managed it.

He hugged the book to his chest, moving back to the counter Virgil was sat at and very reluctantly placing it down, “This please.”

“Sure. You need a tissue?” Virgil offered, scanning the book and gesturing to a tissue box on the side.

“Thank you.” Roman agreed, dabbing at his eyes, “Don’t know why I’m like this. I’ve said I’m aro for years.”

Virgil shrugged, saying nothing about the book being hugged as soon as it was bagged, “Bet you’ve only had people discrediting you since the start. People suck.”

He sniffed, nodding as he struggled to get his wallet out and pay one handed.

“Come back if you want to talk more about the book or anything.” Virgil called after him as he left. Roman was sure he would listen and be back soon enough.

For all his life he’d been told there was a soulmate out there for him and finally here was ‘Unreachable’ saying there wasn’t but he could still achieve amazing things. Here were people accepting him easily.

Whether he stayed in town only long enough to read the book or for longer, he’d found a happy pause to celebrate.

[edupunkn00b]

While I was sleeping, one more piece of this universe hit me and I have had no choice but to resolve it.

Happily Ever After plays a big part.

Happily Ever After Masterpost

Logan Sanders thought he had secured a fairy tale ending when he married Kelly Croft, mother to his first child. Perhaps Logan should have spent less time in the non-fiction sections and more time reading actual fairy tales.

Has he truly lost his chance for a happily ever after or were the first twenty years of his adulthood just the prologue to the real fairy tale?

Spotify Playlist - [ AO3 ]

Chapter List

Once Upon a Time

It Was a Bright Cold Day in April

A Queer, Sultry Summer

The Sun Did Not Shine

Happy Families

A Pleasure to Burn

All This Happened

The Past is a Foreign County

Ships at a Distance

Next story in the series: Objections

This was overdue. When I started posting Happily Ever After on Tumblr, I didn't really know what I was doing and didn't anticipate just how hard it would be to find these posts again.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

|| A Swallow's Symphony in Spring ||

!! This fanfiction is rated mature!!!! Please heed the warnings and read at your own risk !!

Hello all!! Welcome to my masterpost for this years @tss-storytime !!! I'm so, so excited to share this one with you all! This idea has been in the works for a whole long while now.

Hugeee shout out to @ax3-e0ns for the absolutely BEAUTIFUL ART they've done for my fic <3 which you can find here:

Also huge thanks to @the-princey-pie for all your help with worldbuilding, character design and the fic title itself. Thank you to @sleepy-nova-tea for being an amazing cheerleader and brainstorm buddy and @greymillieattheball for your awesome beta reading <33 I couldn't have done this without you guys!!!!

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Roman, Prince of Hirundia, and now heir to the throne after the tragic death of his older twin was perfect. He stood up straight, he did as his mother commanded and he said everything that they wanted to hear. Roman was not suffering, because Princes do not suffer. At least not in the eyes of their kingdom. 

A revolution brews in the back alleys and streets while Roman remains unaware, a new Royal guard joins their force as Roman’s personal guard and despite their first impressions he warms up to Virgil quickly, and despite everything, Virgil seems to like him too - but when everything falls apart and the palace is seized by the people, what was Roman supposed to do with the fact that he was in love with a traitor?

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Warnings:

Abuse (physical and psychological), minor animal abuse, controlling/manipulative parents, past malnourishment/talk about starvation, past major character death, past parental death, nightmares. Violence/murder (non-graphic). Unsympathetic OCs, alcohol, 'off screen' execution, depression, ptsd.

This fic does end happily.

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, background QPR Loceit, romantic Remile and Thomas/Nico

Word Count: 57,851

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+ Chapter 1 - Come Wander Quietly +

+ Chapter 2 - And Listen to the Wind +

+ Chapter 3 - Hear the Trumbling in the Stone +

+ Chapter 4 - And Watch the Swallows as they Fly +

+ Chapter 5 - Strike Confusion from your Soul +

+ Chapter 6 - In The Night +

+ Chapter 7 - Come Here and Listen to the Sky +

+ Chapter 8 - Come Walking High +

+ Chapter 9 - Above the Rolling of the sea +

+ Chapter 10 - And will the Swallows Come Again? +

+ Chapter 11 - The Calling of a Hundred Thousand Voices +

+ Chapter 12 - While the Swallows Roam Alone +

+ Chapter 13 - Do you Hear the Angry Bells Ringing in the Night? +

+ Chapter 14 - Do you Hear the Swallows When They've Flown? +

+ Chapter 15 - There is no Sorrow like the Murmur of Their Wings +

+ Chapter 16 - There is no Choir Like Their Song +

+ Chapter 17 - Will Some Loving Ease Your Pain? +

+ Chapter 18 - The Breezes Blow the Petals from your Hand +

+ Epilogue - There is no Power like the Freedom of Their Flight

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Chapter titles taken from 'Swallow Song' by Joan Beaz

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierreblogs @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @littlerat2 ( if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

[tss-storytime-summaries]

14

Expected Rating: Mature

Warnings: Surrealism, Elements of horror, (There might be more to add in the future)

Characters: Thomas, Patton, Logan, Roman, Virgil, Janus, Remus, Remy (background), Picani (background), Aunt Patty (Mentioned), Thomas's friends (Mentioned/background)

Romantic Relationships: Logicality, Pre-relationship Prinxiety, Pre-relationship Dukeceit, Unrequited Moceit, (possibly mentioned Remile)

Summary: Ever since Thomas was a child, he'd felt a strange tugging in his chest. A tugging, telling him that there's somewhere he should be.

It doesn't help that he has reoccurring dreams about a house he doesn't live in, but that feels far too familiar. It feels like home.

When his aunt Patty decides to move out of her own house, she asks Thomas if he'd like it. Since Thomas doesn't feel at home in his place and since it's rather cramped, he says yes.

Unfortunately, the house is located far away, in a town he's never even visited. Yet, he feels that it's the right decision to move.

Upon arriving in the town, called Moonville, he discovers a few things. The house he's moving into is the same that appears in his dreams, the town itself is rather strange, and… he seems to have some form of connection to people he'd never met before.

[sandersidesbigbang]

Halcyon

Image ID: The picture shows a the classical overlay of a penguin company book with the lower half black and the title Halcyon in white. The upper half shows a small golden crown with a clear gem. Around are flowers in bloom in various orange, yellow, white and rosé colors. [End ID]

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Roceit (Main), Remile (Background), ThomasxNico (Background/not on screen), rest is platonic

Summary/Excerpt:  Everyone can imagine why a prince being kidnapped by the fae is a politically delicate affair. It's also overall stressful for said prince's friends. So naturally everyone is delighted when they manage to get Roman back to the castle. Except the one teenie tiny little problem that he doesn't seem to recognize his friends.

AUTHOR

@the-princey-pie

BETAS

@the-depressed-comedic-relief

ARTISTS

@pompomqt

@expolikestoart

[snowdice]

Coffee and Cinnamon Rolls (Sometimes Labels Shift Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Remy (background Logicality and Remile)

Characters: 

Main: Virgil, Remy

Mentioned: Patton, Logan, Emile

Summary:

Remy meets his best friend/bosses new child and immediately has the must protect at all cost urges.

This is a midquel for my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Notes: Superhero AU, child abuse

No promises for a part two for this, but it is a possibility... Also I’m going to go ahead and put it in the Sometimes Labels Shift series even though it’s technically not a sequel.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Remy said, drawing the teenager’s attention back to him. He’d gone a bit distant, and his leg had started bouncing nervously a few seconds ago. That wouldn’t do. “He’s an old person. How can his system handle that much sugar and caffeine? Short answer, it can’t.” He took another long drink, being sure to slurp a bit obnoxiously.

Virgil’s nose twisted just a bit. “Then why are you drinking it?” he asked.

“When you get to be my age kid,” he said seriously, looking at him from over his sunglass, “you learn the universal truth.” The boy tilted his head curiously, falling directly into the trap. “YOLO.”

He watched Virgil go through the 5 stages of grief in two seconds flat. Remy sat back to bask in it. Mission Distract-the-Child was a success. “Why?” Virgil chocked.

Remy ignored the question. “Sure, you don’t want something other than a black coffee?” he asked. “Like, I get the aesthetic thing, I do, and I appreciate it, but why suffer?” Virgil glared at him and took a resolute sip of the drink looking like a little gremlin. “At least wash it down with a cinnamon roll,” he entreated, shoving the plate toward him.

Virgil frowned at the plate. “That’s yours,” he said.

“Yeah, well, this drink is actually giving me a stomachache so I’m not going to eat it,” he said as though he’d ever intended to eat the thing himself. “We shouldn’t let it go to waste.”

“You’re still drinking it,” Virgil pointed out.

“And your point is?” Remy asked.

“You’re a weird person,” Virgil commented.

“Please eat the pastry,” Remy said, pushing it toward him a little more forcefully. He looked at it and hesitated but eventually picked it up and took a bite, smearing the icing all over his face. Cute. Leave it to Patton to find the most anxious and damaged, but still adorable teenager in the city and adopt him on sight.

Remy had spent his night unbelievably salty that Patton had switched his on-call night around at last minute with one of the other doctors in the office. It wasn’t that Remy didn’t like the other two or that he minded working with them. They were fine, but if Remy had to work until 7am because they got called in for an emergency, he much preferred suffering with his best friend.

He’d guessed of course that whatever had gone on the night before last with Big Bird and Shadow Caster had spilled over and he’d understood that, but still. He’d been left alone and bitterly wondering what Patton could really be doing that was that important.

But apparently the man had been busy, because he’d somehow managed to accidentally acquire a whole fucking child which is not an emergency phone call Remy had ever expected to come from his incredibly homosexual best friend, but here they were.

And yes, this was clearly Patton’s baby now. He couldn’t have been any more transparent if he’d stamped the words “Patton’s son” on the boy’s forehead. What’s more was Logan was clearly also 100% on board the dad train which was a bit of a shock.

Remy studied him as he chewed on the cinnamon roll. So, this was Shadow Caster, the cities resident heroic bank robber? Remy should probably be surprised, but honestly after the Nerd=Bird realization, he really couldn’t find any shock in himself. It was a little weird, sure. Shadow Caster was a kid and one he was going to have to take pictures of and call the cops for (not because of the bank robbing). That was an interesting pill to swallow, but such was life.

In almost a blink the cinnamon roll was gone, and Jesus, did the boy ever eat? Judging by the small frame hidden under the large coat he wore, probably not. Well, Patton would surely see to that.

Remy would need to get a ‘congrats it’s a boy’ card for them, if for no other reason to watch Logan’s head spin trying to explain why that type of card was designed for the purpose of newborns joining a household and not this situation like a nerd.

“Napkin?” Remy said offering one. The kid recoiled when Remy moved too fast. Oops. He kept his hand still and didn’t comment. Eventually Virgil took the napkin, and Remy sat back slowly watching him curling in on himself a bit. Remy sighed.

Music started up suddenly and Remy glanced at his phone. “Sorry, I forgot to text my boyfriend that I’d be home late,” he told Virgil, he swiped to ignore the call and sent a text back instead with an apology. When he looked back up at Virgil, the kid was glaring at him. “What?”

“I recognize that ringtone,” he said. “It’s from Steven Universe.”

“It’s a good show,” Remy said, but that was apparently not the point because Virgil pointed a finger at him.

“You know who the Ninja Turtles are,” Virgil accused.

Remy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I know who the fucking Ninja Turtles are kid. I’m not Bluebird. Also, my boyfriend’s sort of a cartoon fanatic so even if I didn’t know before I met him, I would by now.”

“Liar.”

Remy rolled his eyes and finished his drink, smacking his lips. “Babe, I have an image to keep up as a crotchety old man. What will everyone do if they realize I’m secretly cool as well as this hot.”

He scoffed and Remy narrowed his eyes.

“Stop with the sass kid or I’ll throw this dirty napkin at you.”

Virgil screwed up his face more.

“That’s it. I’m throwing this at you,” he warned before pitching the crumped-up napkin at him.

He laughed, batting it away.

“‘ight want a coffee refill before we go?” Remy asked standing up.

“Oh, um, maybe.” He got a little quieter again at the reminder that this wasn’t just a fun coffee date, but they did have to get going pretty soon. Remy would have just taken the coffee to go if he hadn’t noticed the boy about to jump out of his own skin once they left Logan and Patton on the roof. Honestly, Remy wasn’t relishing what they were about to do. He didn’t know if he wanted to see the leftovers of whatever put that twitchiness into his movements or the distrust in his eyes. It needed to be done though, Remy knew. He’d just try to make it as painless as possible.

“Sure, I can’t tempt you with a Remy special?” he asked.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Please. No.”

“Lame,” Remy complained. “You have that young digestion system and you’re not even taking advantage of it.”

“My body is a temple,” Virgil said. “Crumbling to pieces and also definitely cursed.”

“Dramatic fucking teenagers,” Remy mumbled, snatching up the boy’s coffee cup and heading over to get him a refill. Virgil laughed at him and Remy smiled as he walked away.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

Hot Chocolate and Guts

Masterlist (you’re at chapter 28)

Word count: 1280

Warnings: after the second --- is a very bloody murder, Virgil has issues, before there are references to shitty parents, a failing marriage, and the city being a shitty place

"Just five more," Patton spoke up.

Roman pressed his lips together tightly. His sweat dripped down his face and to the concrete of the rooftop.

He hated pushups.

His muscles were burning now and his breath was short.

"Four. You can do it. Three. Two. One."

Roman let himself drop to the floor as soon as he was done.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" he heard the concern seep into Patton's voice.

"I'm good," he heaved. "Just... just tired."

"Oh, dear. Do you want some water?"

"Please," Remus groaned.

"I'll get you some real quick, hold on."

Roman heard Patton walk downstairs and slowly turned to lie on his back.

The sky was blue but the air was cold. The clouds that had covered the sky the day before had moved on, now barely visible on the horizon.

With a groan, Roman managed to push himself up into a sitting position and leaned back against the wall meant to keep people from falling. He had long since learned that here in downtown they were rarer than speaking ravens. Ones high enough to actually be up to protocol even rarer. The weirdest part of which being the talking ravens who used their ability just to insult people or to give them wrong directions, then cawing as if they were laughing when they got lost.

"I'm back, kiddos!" Patton announced, carrying two water bottles. He handed one to Roman and knelt down next to Remus who was still lying on his face. "You alright, Remus?"

Remus lifted his head and craned it to look at him.

"Your roof tastes better than ours."

"That's good to know. Do you want the water now?" Patton offered it to him.

"Yeah, thanks." Remus pushed himself up and sat criss-cross.

Roman finally managed to unscrew his water and drank half of it in one go before gasping for air.

Patton gave for them a few more moments to catch their breath before ushering them down the stairs to the apartment so they wouldn't catch colds.

Roman noticed a jacket hanging over one of the chairs as if someone had put it down and then forgotten all about it. It was far too small to be Patton's. On second glance he noticed a few patches on it, one of it with an anarchy symbol painted on. Okay, yeah, that definitely wasn't Patton's.

"Whose is that?" he asked,  let himself fall on the couch and took another sip of his water.

"Oh, that's Virgil's."

Roman nearly chocked on his water.

"You know Virgil?"  Remus asked surprised.

"I- yeah. He's Logan's son. They had some kind of fight so he's staying with me for a while. How do you know him?"

"We met him a while back," Remus sat down next to Roman. "I've texted him a lot recently. We're friends I think."

"That's nice," Patton picked up the jacket and folded it carefully. "He's actually the reason we might not be able to train regularly for a while. I don't really want him to find out about the whole hero thing. Do you want some cookies?"

"Chocolate chip?" Roman asked.

"Sure. I also have some hot chocolate if you want. You can go shower real quick while I make it, okay?"

"Okay, thanks, dad."

Roman went to shower first.

Virgil's dad was Patton's boyfriend. So Professor Youngblood was Logan. Then they could cross him off the list of suspects too. From what he knew about Logan there was no way he was a supervillain. That was good. Now at least he could be sure that he wasn't crushing on a villain's son-

Roman let the warm water run over his body, soothing his aching muscles and warming his cold hands.

He finally shut the faucet and stepped out of the shower. His towel was the green one, Remus had taken the red. They switched after every wash.

Drying himself off Roman noticed a foundation lying by the sink. Also Virgil's. Patton didn't use any.

He slipped into a shirt that had given him a headache when he'd seen it in the store and bought in a heartbeat and jeans before leaving the bathroom, letting Remus in.

The smell of warm milk already filled the apartment and Roman wandered over to the kitchen.

"Hi, kiddo," Patton greeted him, not daring to take his eyes off the pot of milk. "Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, the shower was nice."

Roman got out three plates and cups, and set them out on the dinner table.

"Can we come over after six tomorrow?" he asked after a whole.

"You can come over anytime you want," Patton answered.

"Nah, tomorrow is Monday - therapist day."

"Oh, right," Patton nodded. "And it ends at six?"

"Remus' does. Mine ends an hour earlier but we always go there together and whoever isn't talking to Doctor Picani is usually hanging out with his boyfriend, Remy. He's cool."

"I see. Just be careful on your way here. With how dark it already gets at six it might be dangerous. Don't take any shortcuts, okay?"

Okay, dad. We'll be careful," Roman smiled. Both at the fact that he wouldn't have to eat dinner at home - the tension between Ma and Dad was getting worse and worse with each day - and at the opportunity to see Virgil again.

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The twins left a few hours later and Patton began to wonder where Virgil was.

It was dark out now and with every minute that went by Patton felt more and more worried. He checked his phone again.

No new messages.

If he was eating dinner with his friend he would have at least texted Patton right?

Are you on your way back, kiddo?

He hesitated a little before sending the text and put his phone down again.

He busied himself by getting out a skillet, cutting up a bit of garlic and roasting it. He hoped Virgil liked salmon.

His phone vibrated on the table.

 ill be there in twenty

Patton frowned and glanced out into the darkness. The street lamp in front of his apartment had burned out again.

Virgil was a clever boy. He'd be fine, Patton told himself.

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Virgil struggled to pull out his phone and unlock it to read Patton's text.

 Are you on your way back, kiddo?

"Ah, fuck," he glanced down at the person under him. He wasn't sure anymore whether they'd been male or female, he hadn't bothered to pay attention, and now it was a little hard to tell under the blood and wounds. He had remembered to make sure Janus was gone before killing and had completely forgotten that Patton would be waiting for him.

His gaze wandered over to the alleyway at the end of which he could see the river.

"Welp, I guess we'll have to cut this short," he told the person.

They whimpered past their broken jaw.

"You're still alive?" Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Damn, you really don't want to give in."

He stood up and grabbed their legs to drag them towards the river.

"Too bad. I hear drowning's one of the worst ways to die," he grunted, struggling with their weight. Their left arm stayed where it'd been lying which took off a little weight but they were still very big.

It took him about ten minutes to drag them to the river banks and with another good shove they fell in.

"Dammit, now I just still have to clean up myself."

He pulled out his phone again and managed to type a reply.

"Why does blood have to be this slippery," he mumbled and licked it off his fingertips. "Mhm. B positive."

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Taglist:

@patton-cake , @isabelle-stars , @joylessnightsky

[edupunkn00b]

Out-of-context spoiler quote for 💚 What Might Have Been: Chapter 8 💚

“You said what to my husband?”

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 1 : That Fateful Day

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Roman Edevane has been terrified of storms since his twin brother's death when they were small children. He sits and he watches the dark clouds roll from his window, too afraid to sleep but unable to tear his eyes away. Then, one night, lightning strikes the temple on the hill and he forgets all about the storm in his rush to protect it. When he finds not a burning temple, but the God of Storms himself.

After that he kept coming back—Why? He wasn’t sure, and though meeting the god responsible for the storms doesn't abate his fear completely at first, Vi was… nothing like Roman could have ever expected. The God of storms was kind, he was sweet, a little shy and not to mention a whole other level of handsome. Somehow Roman can’t help but fall for them.

But he can’t be in love with a God… can he? Even if he was, could a God ever love him back?

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Art For This Fic by @anxious-mess19

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Warnings: Past character death, touch starvation, panic attacks + flashbacks, non-graphic injuries.

Pairings: Prinxiety, platonic DLAMPR, background Remile

Word count: 42,585

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Thunder terrified Roman.

The fear started on a night like this. When he and his twin brother were only six years old. The night he lost him.

He couldn't help but think about it whenever there was a storm, curled up in the bay window seat of his bedroom wrapped in blankets that couldn’t quite bring him the comfort he wanted. He kept a lantern on the other side of the window seat, but it was still the lightning that brightened his room, water that raced down his window and thunder that shook him to his very soul.

Neither of the servants knew. Of course, he had never told anyone aside from his parents about his fear. The servants would think him weak, a hopeful Protector of the Storm being afraid of thunder, and his tutor would think it an issue he must overcome. 

And while he rejected most notions of fear, this one he kept close to his heart. 

As much as he hated it while the storm itself raged on, when his fear took control and made him weak. When there wasn’t a storm to scare him he kept that same fear safe in his heart, reminding him of his lost brother, lost to the fire that struck him down from the sky. He had been there when it happened and seen Remus afterwards, drenched in water and coated in mud in their garden but so severely burned that he didn’t even look like his brother anymore. He had screamed and cried until a maid had rushed down from the house to find the young Roman cradling his twin close. He had still been alive, though barely, and unconscious. They had rushed him to the closest healer, still in the darkness of the storm. But in the end he hadn’t made it, and died with Roman clutching his hand. 

After Remus died, Roman had refused to leave their room for nearly a week, and for every thunderstorm since he had sat in his window wrapped in blankets, praying to the great God of the Storm that his brother was safe in the afterlife and no-one else would be hurt. 

His household by now knew not to bother him during a storm, even if only his parents knew why. 

From beyond his window, one stormy night that was the same as most, Roman saw a flash and flinched, before his eyes widened, lightning had just struck the temple that stood tall on the hill in the forest beyond their house. He watched as lightning struck once more, twice, then three times and that… couldn’t be normal? Wasn’t it said that lightning never struck twice? But here it was, striking the temple over and over. 

Not to mention, that was the temple the lightning had hit. The temple dedicated to Vi, the storm God. The temple he, Roman, was supposed to protect, ironically.

Storm almost entirely gone from his mind in an instant, Roman ran from his room. Grabbing his sword from its hook by the door as he went. He ran through the house, grabbing his cloak with one hand and throwing it over his shoulders while he tugged on his boots with the other.

“Roman?” Taz, called, shock lacing her voice, “Honey, what in the name of the Sun himself are you doing? Where are you— Roman!?”

“No time, Ma! I have to go, I’ll— I’ll be back— I’ll explain later,” he called, throwing open the back door and running straight out into the rain. 

His boots slid a little when they hit the soaked, mud coated grass. But his years of training — agility courses and races against other trainees through rough terrain — helped him to keep his footing as he ran through their gardens towards the forest. The sky lit up once again with lighting, and Roman’s attention was drawn back to the storm. The thunder crashed as he ran, the fear in his heart somehow guiding him towards the temple. He ran faster, not even hesitating as he leapt over the wall that separated their gardens from the road and the forest on the other side. He didn’t stop running until he stood on the steps of the building. 

The temple was grand, as it should be, built from bricks of black marble, streaked with white like lighting strikes. The large brackets that usually held flaming torches — which he lit and replenished mind you — were put out by the rain that had soaked the front steps and a large portion of the inside of the temple too, though the braziers at the back nearer the altar were still glowing bright with fire. The sight had Roman wondering if he had been seeing things. The temple didn’t seem damaged from the lighting strikes in the slightest. The only damage the temple faced was the constant wasting of time and abandonment — he had always been one of the very few to come here, after all. 

His instincts still urged him forward though, so Roman mounted the steps to the temple, trying his best to get some of the mud from his boots. As he entered the temple at last he noticed a figure stood next to the altar. They dressed in black and a deep, rich purple, they looked almost like a shadow in the firelight. 

“Hey!” Roman called, raising his sword, he was the lone defender of this temple, after all, and his gut was telling him there was something strange about this figure, some kind of… strange aura, they didn’t turn, but their head lifted, “What is your business here?”

“You’re not going to fight me with that sword, are you?” The stranger said, still facing away from him, Roman thought he could hear the smirk on their face through their voice. 

“That depends,” Roman answered slowly, this figure sent a spark of adrenaline through his heart that he hadn’t felt for a reason other than rumbling thunder for years and years, “Do you wish to do harm to this temple?”

“I do not,” They said, running their fingers over the old silver candelabra that sat on the altar in a way that seemed much too delicate for their imposing presence, “You are the one who sits and watches the storms, fearful, from your window, are you not?”

Roman wasn’t sure what to say, his sword now lowered to the ground. He still wasn’t certain this stranger wasn’t a threat. Besides, how on earth did this stranger know that?

“I see you there often,” They said by way of explanation, “But I don’t understand why you’re here now? The storms make you afraid, yet you have left your safety, here in the Storm’s temple itself, don’t you think you’re in more danger?”

He had to take a deep breath, the words stabbing through him, he noticed then that his hands were shaking. Only now did he realise that yes, he had left the safety of his windowsill, why? What was it that brought him here?

“I… I saw lightning strike the temple,” He said, “So…”

“The temple is undamaged by the sky’s fire,” The stranger told him, resting a hand fully on the altar and lifting the other to gesture to the ceiling, “It is the storm God’s temple, after all,”

“Oh… of course” Roman said quietly, admittedly, he now felt a little stupid. He should have had faith that the Gods could protect their own temples.

“The temple is safe, why don’t you go home?” The stranger asked. Roman turned to look back out the door, just in time to see a lightning bolt strike somewhere in the far distance. He flinched, the idea of staying in the temple with this stranger seemed far superior to going back out into the storm now that he had come to his senses. 

“No I… I think I’ll stay,” Roman said, clutching his sword tightly, his drenched cloak heavy on his shoulders. He honestly felt rather pathetic in front of the stranger, whose robes seemed to be of finer quality than any noble he’s ever seen, definitely more expensive than anything his family owned. They may be rich for their small village, but in comparison to other families… they had barely anything. He was soaking wet and in his nightclothes underneath the cloak and boots, he hadn’t been expecting to meet a pretty, well-dressed stranger in the temple, though he wasn’t sure what he had been expecting either. 

“Oh, really?” The stranger asked, “Shouldn’t you go home to your mother? She’s worried about you, after you ran off into the rain without a warning nor an explanation,”

“How do you… know that?” Roman asked slowly, his curiosity finally getting the better of him. 

“I know of all that takes place in my domain,” They said, turning a little, black hair and glittering silver circlet giving way to moonlight pale skin and piercing silver eyes that glowed slightly in the darkness, Roman took another step back that must have been instinct, “And you, little protector, just happen to be quite interesting." 

“You’re…” Roman trailed off, gaze flickering from the stranger’s face to the tapestry that hung between the flaming torches on the back wall of the temple. The same pale skin, though depicted with purple eyes, and black hair splayed out like a dark halo. The figure on the tapestry was wearing dramatically flowing purple and midnight blue robes and held a lightning bolt within their hands. The figure who stood in front of him had black streaks under their eyes, as if they had been crying black tears and he wore simpler clothes than the tapestry depicted, but Roman had no doubt that they were the same person. 

The God noticed Roman’s line of sight and turned to look at the tapestry as well, before turning back with a smirk on their face. He noticed distantly that his eyes now glowed purple like the tapestry, and his hair had gained purple streaks amongst the black. What on their good earth.

“Perhaps,” they said, glancing back at the tapestry, “It’s quite unflattering, really, I look far too…” They paused, bringing a hand up to their chin, “Villainous, maybe, is that why no-one comes here?”

Roman spluttered for a second, his mind tripping over the fact that he was talking to a literal God right now far too much to form proper sentences. After a moment of opening and closing his mouth, though, he finally found a sentence, “I— I don’t know… most people I meet say that the Sun God is more friendly or the God of Stars more appealing, even my mother doesn’t understand why I worship here,”

“Of course,” Vi sighed, “Why do you?”

“Why do I… what?” Roman asked, confused.

“Worship here,” they said, “You’re afraid of me and my storms, yet you still pray to me and see that my temple is clean and protected. I do not understand why.”

“Oh…” Roman sighed, looking down, he didn’t want to talk about this, God or not. He supposed he would have to, a direct request from a God was not one to be refused, “I— um— well— my brother— twin brother— he died, when we were a lot younger…”

Vi’s eyes seemed to soften, but he didn’t tell Roman to stop.

“He was struck by lighting, during a thunderstorm,” Roman said, his voice growing small, “I started worshipping you afterwards because— I guess because six-year-old me thought since your lightning killed him, you’d be able to protect him in the afterlife, which is, stupid, I know, Jay probably would’ve been better, but I guess I’ve hoped— whatever, storms remind me of the day it happened, that’s— that’s why I’m scared at least.”

When he looked up he found that Vi was now right in front of him, like, right in front of him. He had to look up to look at their face, this guy was unfairly tall, and unfairly pretty too, it probably came with being a God. 

“I’m sorry for what has happened to you,” Vi said, his deep voice unfairly soft. Was everything about this God unfair? “Storms are forces of destruction, it’s true, but I never intend for them to take the lives of those so young and undeserving.”

“Thank you-?” Roman stuttered, when on earth had he started crying? One corner of Vi’s mouth pulled up into a half smile as he leaned forward and kissed his forehead. The spot they had touched felt almost like it burned but… in a way that wasn’t unpleasant, somehow.

“I accept your thanks,” Vi told him, hands on his shoulders, the touch burning even through his clothes made him jolt slightly in surprise. He wondered if that burning sensation was something that came with Vi or if it was something else, “I will see you another time, for now you must return home, the storm is clearing up,”

True to his word, the rain outside the temple was starting to calm and the thunder was sounding much further away. When Roman looked back to Vi, he found him gone in a swirl of purple sparks.

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[sandersidesbigbang]

An Ol Switcharoo

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Moceit (main), Intrulogical (side), Prinxiety (side), possibly Remile (background), and temporarily Janus x Remy (not sure what their ship name is)

Summary/Excerpt: 

In this Sanders Sides Parent Trap AU, Janus and Patton met and fell in love 16 years ago, on a cruise that changed their life for the better. However, despite having twins they loved dearly, and big dreams they built together, their young love wasn’t meant to be… Or so they thought.

It has been 15 years now since they divorced. Patton moved to London to live with his father and run a toy store while Janus stayed in California and ran a vineyard. They agreed that Patton would raise Roman and Janus would raise Remus.

Present day, Roman and Remus are incidentally sent to the same summer camp, where they learn that they are more alike than they first believe.

AUTHOR

@loganofthenorth

BETAS

@dystopiagnome

ARTISTS

@thefloofinator

@dystopiagnome

[intrulogicalweek]

(Starts to close laptop)

Wait, Lo Lo… One more?

Very well. One more. (reading) Roman was tired. Rehearsals had been long since the grand opening was only a few weeks away and everyone was…

Brothers and Secrets Masterpost

Welcome to my story for @ts-storytime this year! This is a story about brothers and keeping secrets, unsurprisingly. There will be comedy, a bit of drama, many mysteries and a few confrontations. The main focus is on the twins with Intrulogical, Queerplatonic Moceit, background Remile and hints of Prinxiety. I hope you enjoy 🥰

Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he’s about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman’s life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

Keep reading

[teacupfulofstarshine]

when you look at me with those eyes (i’m speechless)

summary: virgil finally manages to ask out the pretty enby in his class, just in time for his father's epic gala event. sadly, neither of them would know fashion if it bit them in the ass. luckily, they both have friends to help them out. 

(OR: almost 3k words of analogical being useless fluffy gays)

wordcount: 2934

ships: romantic analogical, background romantic roceit, background queerplatonic intruality, background romantic remile

cw: cursing 

read it on ao3!! 

“So, uh, wh - what do you say?” 

Logan looks up from their desk, homework long forgotten. Their left hand is stretched out to cover the little doodle they’d been doing of the back of Virgil’s head, and now Virgil himself is standing in front of them, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly and looking anywhere except at Logan. He’s still wearing that patchwork purple plaid hoodie, and for some reason the only thing Logan can think of is that it’s definitely a violation of their school uniform. 

Virgil’s eyes skitter back to their face, skipping from their shoulder to their chest to their neck to their cheek. Their eyes meet for a moment, Virgil’s illuminated by the afternoon sunshine pouring in, and Logan forgets how to breathe. Virgil’s pink face gets even pinker, and his eyes settle on a point fixed above Logan’s shoulder. 

“Are you just gonna stare at me?” he snaps. “If you’re gonna reject me, just -”

“No!” Logan blurts. Virgil’s shoulders jump up to his ears, and Logan stands so fast their chair falls over behind them. “I - I mean - I’m not rejecting you, I - um - yes! Yes, I - I’d love to! That is to say - I - uh -” 

Virgil laughs a little, reaching out and tucking a stray curl of Logan’s hair behind their ear. They hadn’t even noticed that wisps had started escaping their high ponytail, but Virgil just smiles at them. “Cool,” he says. 

“Yes,” Logan breathes. “It - it is, objectively, quite ‘cool’.” 

“The event’s on Saturday night.” Virgil’s fingers tuck their hair behind their ear, gently tracing down the curve of their neck and sliding up to touch their jaw. “Pick you up around six PM or so?” 

Logan swallows, and they’re sure Virgil can hear it but he gives no indication if he did. “That - that sounds optimal.” They cringe inwardly - optimal? What the hell? - but Virgil just laughs and slides his hand up to cup their cheek. 

“You keep busting out all those smart-person words and I’m gonna have to kiss you before I buy you dinner, and that’s not very nice of me.” His hand drops from Logan’s face, and it takes all their willpower not to scream for him to put it back. He gently picks up their hand, lifting it to his bitten-raw lips and gently pressing a kiss to the back. “That’ll have to hold you over until then.” 

He turns and saunters away, and Logan grips the edge of their desk. They almost sit down on the chair they’d knocked over, catching themselves at the last second. Looking around the empty classroom, they catch sight of themselves reflected in the windows. They’d opted for a mixture of the uniforms today, wearing the boys’ shirt, vest, and tie over the girls’ skirt, knee-high stockings, and shoes. Their hair is tightly tied back with a plain hair tie, no ribbon, only one curl out of place where Virgil had tucked it behind their ear. 

They don’t typically dress themselves for much other than school (uniform), work (uniform), or home (casual clothing). They have no idea what they should wear for a date. Their phone buzzes on the desk, and they snatch it up quickly, flipping it open to see a message from Virgil. 

(They’d forgotten he had their number, from that project they did together last month.) 

You have: One! New message! 

FROM: Virgil 

hey, forgot to tell u - this gala is like, a bfd for my dads’ company, so dress up! like its prom or smthn, or a wedding 

Logan exhales, gathering up their school things and shoving them into their bag with an uncharacteristic haphazardness. This is going to require . . . outside intervention.

(Meanwhile, a few doors down, Virgil slams the door to his own classroom, shoves his face into his hands, and lets out the quietest feral screech he can manage. Derek, seated on the teacher’s desk with Roman pulled up between his legs, raises a single eyebrow.

“Is that a screech of success or a screech of failure, Virgil?”)

*~*~*~*~*

“What does one wear on a ‘fancy date’? I have never been to a wedding or a prom, let alone a gala! I do not own anything fancy!” Logan paces around their bedroom, hair hanging loose around their shoulders. Patton is on his back, hanging upside-down off of their bed and flipping through some sort of guitar catalog. Remus is curled up in Logan’s desk chair with some sort of slime in his hand. “Remus, if you get slime on my belongings I will end you.” 

Remus grins, looking deranged, and Logan resists the childish urge to throw something at him. 

“Don’t sweat it, Lo-Lo!” Patton says. “I’ve got a ton of pretty clothes in my room, you can borrow something from me! We’re still the same size, right?” 

“I assume so,” Logan says, “but what if I do not look right in your clothing? Our styles are vastly different, I would not wish to present a false impression of myself to him, I -”

“You worry too much!” Remus says. “Virge asked you out even though you’re a workaholic disaster who wouldn’t know the meaning of ‘relax’ if it bit him in the -”

“Remus!” Patton scolds, throwing one of Logan’s decorative constellation pillows at him. Remus bats it away with his foot. 

“Please do not throw things around,” Logan says tiredly. “Particularly my things.” 

“Sorry, Lo!” Remus does not apologize, but he does put the slime he’s been playing with back into its little plastic container. 

“Well, actually,” Patton says, flipping over onto his tummy, “it just so happens that I’ve been waiting for exactly this moment.” Logan looks at their twin in confusion. “I knew that eventually, there was gonna come a day where you would look at somebody and want to go on a date with them, whether it be a simple movie or a fancy date like this one, and you were gonna call me in here - didn’t know Remus would be here too, but he’s not unwelcome -”

“Thank you?” 

“- and you’d pace around and panic and go, ‘Patton! I don’t have anything optimal for this date, and our personal styles are so vastly different! What ever is there to be done?’” Patton flings one hand dramatically across his forehead like a Victorian woman fainting onto a couch. Logan raises one eyebrow. 

“So! I came up with the perfect solution! I’ve been secretly acquiring outfits for you! Stuff that you could wear for a variety of situations that you wouldn’t ever think of! We can mix and match to find something you like! Oh, and I also have a ton of unopened hypoallergenic makeup in a box in my closet!” 

Logan stares at him, blinking and trying to process everything Patton’s just told them. “You . .. you really did all that, for . . . for me?” 

“Yeah, of course I did! You’re my twin, Lo. I love you.” Patton smiles, bright and open and honest, and Logan blinks again, and suddenly their cheeks are wet. 

“Are you fucking crying because Patton is a considerate brother?!” Remus cackles. Logan whirls around, hiding their face and wiping at it frantically. “Oh my god, you are, I fucking called it, Roman owes me twenty bucks!” 

“You bet on this?” Patton asks, disapproving. Logan laughs a little, turning around to hug their twin. They can’t quite bring themselves to care about Remus’s gambling right now. 

*~*~*~*~*

“Why are you bitching?” Roman asks, pulling Derek’s hand up to his face. He’d forgotten his saline solution at his own house, so he’s wearing his old red glasses, bangs pulled up in a shitty unicorn-horn ponytail as he squints at Derek’s nails. Derek holds a book up with his free hand. “You managed to get them to go out with you, didn’t you?” 

“Yeah, but I was awkward as fuck about it, Roman!” Virgil complains. He considers throwing something at Roman, or shoving a pillow over his face and screaming (again), but the deep indigo-purple polish on their fingernails is still drying. “I touched their hair, they probably think I’m a fucking creep!” 

“As someone with that exact reputation,” Derek says, “I highly doubt they would have agreed to accompany you on a date if they shared your sentiments about yourself.” 

“Yeah, but -”

“Lighten up a little, man,” Roman says, carefully stroking the yellow brush over Derek’s index nail. “You’re totally fucking with the vibe of the chill session.”

“What do you want me to do?! I told them to dress fancy cause we’re going somewhere nice, like I have any idea how to dress other than ‘crawled out of a dumpster and sewed together some punk band’s leftovers’!” 

“Why did you think you invited me?” Roman says haughtily. He’s imitating some YouTube video they’d watched earlier. “I’m the king of style!” 

“You’re the king of something,” Virgil mutters. 

“No, seriously, I’m gonna help you!” Roman says. “I’m sure you have something that looks half-decent buried in your closet, and I am nothing if not an expert in bringing things out of the closet.” Derek’s cheeks blush faintly pink, but he doesn’t say anything. “And Der here is amazing with makeup -”

“I wouldn’t say experience with stage makeup and covering my port wine stain makes me amazing or anything,” Derek begins. 

“Well I would, so shut the fuck up,” Roman says smoothly. Derek rolls his eyes and huffs fondly. “Seriously, Vee, did you really think we were gonna egg you on to ask the pretty nerd out for this long and then leave you high and dry when the time came to deliver the goods?” 

Virgil exhales, bringing his hands up to his face to examine his nails. “I think they’re dry . . .”

“Nice! Get over here, once I’m done with Derek’s base color I’m putting sparkles on you.”

“What? Why?” 

“Because it’s my house and I get to choose the bonding activity, god damn it.” 

*~*~*~*~*

“No.” 

“What do you mean, no?” Logan says, pulling their hair up into their traditional high ponytail. “What else am I supposed to do with it? I hate leaving it down, it feels bad on my neck -”

“I know,” Patton says, “but you can’t just put it in the same old ponytail you always do! This is a fancy gala event, you have to be fancy! ” 

“What else am I supposed to do with my hair?” 

“You will not do anything. I will do your hair,” Patton says firmly. “And by I, I mean Remus, because I’m not good at hair.” 

“Remus is not putting his hands, which have been god only knows where, in my clean hair.” 

“Rude!” Remus says. “I washed them three times today! You can inspect them if you want, I promise they’re clean!” Logan squints at his hands critically before sighing and settling into the chair in front of Patton’s vanity. 

“Very well.” 

Remus brushes through their hair and then combs it, carefully working through the knots while doing his best to preserve their natural curl. He separates two small wings and pins them out of the way before pulling the rest of Logan’s long curls into a mid-height ponytail and braiding it with surprisingly delicate fingers. He carefully twists the long braid up into a bun at the nape of Logan’s neck and pins it there with a gleaming silver hairpin tipped with a shining eight-point star with a dark blue jewel set in its center. 

Carefully, Remus unpins the locks of hair he’d set aside and braids them as well, weaving them into a crown of braids on Logan’s head and cleverly hiding the ends by pinning them into the braided bun. Finally, he pins back a few stray wispy curls with silver bobby pins that have star-shaped cubic zirconium on the ends. “Take a look!” 

Logan has had their eyes closed the entire time, quietly stimming with their hands. They open them slowly, looking in the mirror and tilting their head back and forth to see all of the work Remus has done. “Oh,” they say softly. “I love it, Remus. I look beautiful.” 

“You always look beautiful,” Remus says. “I’d ruffle your hair if I hadn’t spent so much time making it look decent.” Logan leans back, gently pressing their cheek against his shoulder. Remus huffs and mutters something about “gross affectionate shit,” but he still lets them do it. 

Patton breaks out the makeup after that, spinning the stool around so that Logan can’t see their own face in the mirror. “Alright, Lo! Time to accentuate your pretty face!” 

“That was a surprisingly accurate use of the word accentuate.” 

Patton just shrugs and grins at them. “I know big words!” 

*~*~*~*~*

“You look fine,” Roman says, pulling a strip of fabric around Virgil’s throat and beginning to knot it into a bowtie. Virgil can’t stop himself from looking over himself in the mirror one more time - dark black dress pants, a silver dress shirt, a deep purple vest that matches the polish on his nails, black and purple eyeshadow accompanied by dark red lipstick and sharp cheekbone contour courtesy of Derek. Roman pulls the purple-and-silver striped fabric of his bowtie into the final bow, and he smiles. 

“Don’t worry, Virge. I know you’re worried, but you look fine.” 

“You don’t look like a vampire at all,” Derek adds. Virgil hisses at him. “That is certainly going to help that image.” 

“Seriously,” Roman says, “don’t worry about my stupid boyfriend. Logan agreed to go out with you, and I’m sure they’re going to find you absolutely stunning.” 

Virgil rubs the back of his neck, blushing, because he knows that if he touches the hair Derek and Roman had combed and gelled and styled and wrestled with for the past thirty minutes they will collectively murder him without a second thought. Derek smiles, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “It’ll be okay, Vee. Seriously. I know I mock you a lot, but you really do look good. It’s gonna be okay.” 

Virgil still feels nervous when he steps out of his car in front of the address Logan had given him. The lights are bright and cheerful, and when he knocks on the front door with his free hand, the door swings open eagerly. “Hello!” the man says cheerily. He’s wearing a pink tie and a brown cardigan, and he looks like Virgil expects Patton to in a few decades. “You must be Virgil!” 

“Uh, um, y-yes sir!” Virgil yelps. 

“Oh, you look precious! Remy, dearest, Logan’s date is here!” 

“Cool, babes,” a voice floats in from the kitchen. “I’ll take over the soup.” 

“Come on in! You can call me Emile, Lo is upstairs with Patton and Remus getting ready! Just wait here in the foyer, I’ll go up there and get them!” Emile hurries off up the stairs, and Virgil fidgets nervously with the flowers in his hand.

Patton all but slides down the bannister, grinning. “Are those for Lo?” 

“Y - yeah?”

“I’ll go get a vase out of the kitchen so they can put them in water before you two go!” Virgil pulls a single star-shaped lily bloom from the bouquet and spins it between his thumb and middle fingers. Emile comes hurrying down the stairs with a camera, sets himself up at the foot of the stairs, and shouts for Remus. 

“Finally,” Logan huffs, and then a door creaks open and shuffled footsteps approach the top of the stairs and then Virgil promptly forgets how to breathe. 

They look gorgeous. 

They have a crown of braids leading to a braided bun, studded with jewels that gleam like stars and a larger star pinning the bun back. They’re wearing the most beautiful dress Virgil has ever seen; the top is black, high-necked, and form-fitting, with short sleeves that are see-through ruffles of black gauzy material. The sleeves and the bodice are covered in sparkling silver rhinestones that look like stars in the night sky. There’s a silver band wrapped around their waist, and the skirt is made of layers of loose folds of fabric. The front comes down to their knees and the back comes down to their mid-calves, and the pattern is a soft blue-pink-purple galaxy color scheme. They have simple dark blue ballet flats on their feet, and as they get closer, what little breath Virgil had in his lungs is gone. 

Someone with experience has clearly done Logan’s makeup. Their eyes are coated in shimmery dark-blue-and-silver eyeshadow, eyes lined with soft smudged pencil and popping out of their face, freckles somehow still visible under the makeup. Their lips are glossy and pink and look so deliciously kissable that Virgil can barely restrain himself. 

“You look wonderful,” the vision in front of him says. 

“You - I - um - good!” Virgil stammers. Logan blushes, and Virgil thrusts the bouquet at them. “These - for you!” 

“Oh!” Logan takes the bouquet and smiles, and Virgil nearly passes out. “They’re beautiful! I -”

“I have a vase for you!” Patton chirps, hurrying in to take the bouquet and plop it into a vase. “I’ll leave it in your room!” Logan smiles, and Virgil reaches up to carefully tuck the lily behind their ear, into the carefully woven braids.

“You look beautiful,” he says honestly. “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life.” Logan flushes, smiling. 

“It makes sense that you would think that, since you cannot see yourself.” 

(Years later, at their wedding, Patton will tearfully and proudly recall how Logan and Virgil had been fifteen minutes late to the gala because Logan’s compliment had caused Virgil to faint from sheer gay joy.) 

[wisherbysharlight]

Decisions(AO3)

Word Count: 1033

Pairings: Remile, Background LAMP

*SET IN THE INCREDIBLE LOVE AND OTHER FAIRYTALES UNIVERSE* Remy asks Patton for help. Patton thinks its very amusing.

This is a birthday gift for the incredible @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors. Hope you like it!

“So you think you made a decision?” Patton asked casually, stopping short in front of the store and watching Remy carefully since he looked like he was ready to bolt any minute.

 “I mean, I think so, but I don’t know Patton. I don’t know. That’s why I came to you in the first place. Now are you gonna help me or not?” Remy burst out, chewing on his Starbucks straw anxiously and staring into the store like he was about to go to war, “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!”

 “It’s a little funny,” Patton insisted, then took Remy’s arm to drag him into the jewelry shop, “That you think there’s even a fraction of a chance he’s gonna say no even if you propose with a ring pop in a mushroom circle on the edge of the forest.”

“I asked you and not Roman to avoid the roasting and yet here you are, roasting me,” Remy lamented, setting Patton’s giggles off all over again.

 The clerk behind the counter brightened as soon as they caught sight of Remy, immediately stooping down to pull a tray out of the case, “Hi there Rem! I see you brought reinforcements!”

 “Hey Lilly, yeah, this is Patton. One of Emile’s best friends. Figured if anyone could assure me I’m not royally fucking this up it’d be him,” Remy told her, pushing Patton towards the counter lightly, “Need to make a decision today. His graduation party is this Saturday and I wanna do it there.” Lilly and Patton made near identical squeals, making Remy turn a violent shade of red, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just, like, help.”

 Patton stepped forward obligingly and looked at the two rings in the tray, both absolutely beautiful, “Why do you need almost a whole week? I thought you had the size already.”

 Remy’s face went red again, “I, um, I’m getting it engraved. With a quote from Steven Universe.” 

 Patton gasped, bouncing in place a little and clapping excitedly, “Oh my gosh! Don’t tell me the quote, I wanna be surprised!” He looked back down at the rings and hummed to himself, then picked up the silver ring with alternating blue stones and diamonds that were relatively flat against the ring and gave Remy a small smirk, “Sapphire, I assume?”

 Remy nodded and pointed to the other silver ring, a bit less flashy, with a thin band around the middle inlaid with red gems, “This ruby one would be mine. All the gems are lab grown, conflict free, and the rings can serve as wedding bands too.”

 Patton hummed thoughtfully, turning the ring over in his hand like he was studying it, then looked up at Remy with a beaming smile, “This is so perfect Remy. He’s gonna love it.”

 Remy’s matching smile was so wide when he turned back to Lilly that they could see the way his eyes creased even behind his glasses,  “I’ll take it.”

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 Patton was practically vibrating out of his seat in excitement the entire ride over to Remy and Emile’s house for Emile’s graduation party 6 days later. His husbands had to make a combined effort to keep him distracted until Remy could finally get the courage to get down on one knee, in their backyard surrounded by their friends and families, and open the ring box. Emile stood there with his mouth open, hands shaking like he wanted to reach out but didn’t want to interrupt. “Emmy, baby, I had a whole speech planned,” Remy started, and you could hear a pin drop as everyone collectively held their breath, “About how smart and beautiful and brave and wonderful you are, and how happy you make me every single day. About how proud I am of you for getting your PhD and how I can’t wait to start our lives together for real. About how I wanna spend forever and a day listening to you tell me about everything about how cartoons can be good for therapy and having little fashion shows every time you get a new outfit you wanna show me and trying to find a moonshine flavor that doesn’t make you scrunch your nose up when you take a sip. About how you made me a better man. I mean, come on, when would I ever be able to wait for seven years for anything else I wanted, especially something I wanted as desperately as I wanted to be married to you.” A ripple of laughter went through the audience, and Remy distantly heard his brother yell ‘never�� just to be smacked over the head by Roman, which made Emile giggle through where his hands had finally landed covering his mouth, tears glittering in his eyes, “So uh, guess I ended up saying all that anyway. But. What I’m getting at is, will you please marry me?”

 Emile fell to his knees on the grass immediately, pulling Remy into a kiss that was made sort of difficult by the fact that neither of them could stop smiling for even a fraction of a second. He pulled away after a minute, tears finally overflowing, and an overwhelmed laughter tinging his voice, “Yes, Remy, always and forever yes.”

 Remy fumbled the sapphire ring out of the box and Emile took it, admiring the gems in both rings and reading the inscription before he let Remy put it on him, and broke out in another round of happy tears and frantic kisses, and a round of cheers broke out from everyone else around them. Patton was crying so hard he could barely see, but Logan had pulled his camera out as soon as Remy started to kneel and handed it to Virgil to get the best angle, so he could watch it again later, and Roman and Nate were already fighting over who got Remy’s best man position while Polly egged them on(and no one would dare challenge Patton for Emile’s).

 ‘It's the true kinda love,’ both rings read, and, well, it was definitely true.

[snowdice]

Party Time Boredom [Part of the Labeled Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Emile/Remy, Emile & Logan (background Logan/Patton)

Characters:

Main: Emile, Remy, Logan

Mentioned: Patton

Summary: Emile is bored at a party, but Bluebird suggests he go talk to a boy.

This is a one-shot dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Notes: School Shooting mentioned, superhero AU

I got a request for the Labeled Universe during my 10th Dice Roll special. The prompt was Remile with the words “new in town.”

Not sure if I’ve quite gotten Emile’s voice down, but eh, go ahead and have it.

“I also am not particularly a fan of these things,” a familiar voice spoke from behind Emile.

Emile blinked and turned to see none other than Bluebird standing behind him, fully decked out in his usual costume. Though it was not the first time Emile had seen it up-close, he was still impressed by how well put together it was. Many superheroes as Emile understood had haphazardly constructed costumes, but Bluebird’s was rather polished much like the man himself always seemed to be. Of course, considering that he’d been a superhero for three decades, he guessed that was to be expected. Emile gave the man a half smile. “It is not something I’m particularly used to,” he admitted.

“It’s Rhea’s way of saying thank you, but she and Minnie do get overzealous at times.” Emile tried not to be startled by the casualness of the way he referred to Mayor Silvia and her wife. He guessed the superhero probably had the right at this point.

“‘Overzealous’ is a word for it,” he commented while looking around. The mayor had thrown a rather lavish party complete with foods that Emile did not know the names of, an open bar, and an actual orchestra. He shifted his weight back and forth. “I didn’t exactly do it for thanks.”

“She knows,” Bluebird assured, “but she still insists on saying thank you.” Emile didn’t really think offering free therapy sessions for people involved in an event like a school shooting called for an actual personal thank you from the mayor or an invitation to a party like this, but it’s what had happened.

“I imagine you’ve gotten plenty of such thankyous over the years.”

“Many more than I am comfortable with,” he said, and Emile could have heard the truth in the statement even if he hadn’t had many in-depth talks with the man before. “Yet, I am not allowed to refuse. At least not all of them. It is ‘impolite.’”

By the way he said it, he clearly cared not for being ‘polite,’ but someone in his life did. There was a fondness to the frustration the word was said with. Emile had never dared to pry, but he’d come to the conclusion that Bluebird must be in some type of committed relationship, likely a marriage, over the sessions they’d had after the school shooting.

Emile had not expected either to respond when he’d extended both Bluebird and Shadow Caster the offer for them to have in mask therapy sessions after the event. Yet, Bluebird had accepted the offer with thanks and Emile was happy to be able to help him with parts of his life he likely couldn’t talk about with most people.

Now they were, well, perhaps not friends as Emile had never seen his face, but friendly.

“Well, I’m glad I at least have someone to talk to.”

“Ah,” Bluebird said. “Actually, I was just about to take my leave, but if you are looking for company tonight… do you see that man over there?” he asked, pointing. Emile turned in the indicated direction at a clearly bored man sitting at a table. “Any first impressions?”

“Er…my age?” Emile said, confused about what was going on. “Cute?”

“I noticed him looking at you earlier in the evening. I believe the phrase is ‘checking you out.’ You should initiate a conversation with him.”

Emile blinked. Was… was Bluebird attempting to be his wingman? He opened his mouth to respond.

“I really must be going now,” Bluebird interrupted before he could. “Have a nice evening Dr. Picani.”

He was gone the next moment. Emile looked at the place he’d been. Well that was odd behavior. He glanced back at the man Bluebird had indicated and then down at the barely touched drink in his hands he’d more been using to prevent people from offering him more drinks than actually drinking.

You know what? Why not?

Emile crossed the room to the small table the man was sat up. He looked up as Emile approached.

“Emile,” Emile introduced himself and stuck out a hand.

The other man gave him a once over and then smiled. “Remy,” he replied and shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Remy.”

Remy tilted his head at him and then kicked out the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”

“Sure,” Emile obliged while sitting down.

“So, what brings you over here?”

“It’s a party and I got tired of being alone.”

“Well,” Remy said with a slow smile. “Personally, I’d be delighted to keep you company, but how on Earth did you end up coming to a party alone?”

Emile shrugged. “I don’t have many friends in the city. I’m pretty new in town and I’ve been busy.”

“Hmm, and busy with what?”

“I’m a psychiatrist. I moved to the city to start my own practice.”

Remy’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Picani,” he said.

Emile coughed a bit awkwardly. “Ah, yes, I am. You’ve heard of me?”

“Babes you’re on The List. Of course, I’ve heard of you.” He flashed Emile a smile, eyes alight. “The List didn’t say you were cute though.”

Oh. Okay, they were really doing this.

“I, uh, also think you are cute.”

“Well that’s fucking fantastic news.”

Emile bit back a smile. “So, what about you?” he asked. “Why are you here?”

“I was invited since I’m a nurse, but I was going to skip out on it until a friend made me come.”

“Oh, you’re a nurse? What kind of nurse?”

They kept talking as the party continued around them. It turned out they actually had a lot in common including a similar taste in music, an affection for coffee (though Remy’s seemed a touch more intense than Emile’s if his stories were to be believed), and a taste for donuts.

“There’s actually a really good place for donuts a couple of blocks from here,” Remy told him. “It’s one of the only ones I’ve found that is actually open late instead of just in the morning. Which considering I am not a morning person, is a godsend.”

Emile chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “Well, I think we’ve probably stayed long enough to be polite by now,” he said. “Would you want to go there now?”

“Aw, gee, I totally would doll, but I’m here with a friend who…” he paused. “Actually, has been suspiciously absent for quite a long time.” Emile watched as he searched in his pocket for his phone and glanced at his texts. “Those. Bastards.”

“What?” Emile asked amused.

Remy frowned at his phone and typed something back. Emile couldn’t make out what it was, but it was in all caps. “I came with my friend because his husband couldn’t come, but apparently his husband ‘got off work’ and now they ditched me!”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Emile said not feeling sorry in the least.

“The assholes are probably having car sex right now,” he mumbled.

Emile’s lips twitched and Remy glanced up at him.

“Mind being a vengeance date?” he asked.

“That depends, what does a ‘vengeance date’ entail?”

“Well,” Remy said leaning forward a bit. “It’s just like a normal date, but I take a lot of pictures of the hot guy I picked up and post them to social media so everyone knows I had a good time despite them abandoning me.”

Emile chuckled. “As long as I get a normal date next time.”

Remy scrutinized him for a moment. “Deal,” he said.

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Out-of-context spoiler quote for  💚💙 What Might Have Been: Chapter 9 💙💚

“Roman? What did you do to your hair?”

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

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Hello everyone! This is my masterpost for Ribbons and Rainstorms, my fic for the @tss-storytime big bang!!

Big thank yous to @anxious-mess19 for creating such wonderful !!ART!! for this fic! Go check it out!!!

And to @edupunkn00b for being such a wonderful beta reader!! Love you guys !!!

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Roman Edevane has been terrified of storms since his twin brother's death when they were small children. He sits and he watches the dark clouds roll from his window, too afraid to sleep but unable to tear his eyes away. Then, one night, lightning strikes the temple on the hill and he forgets all about the storm in his rush to protect it. When he finds not a burning temple, but the God of Storms himself.

After that he kept coming back—Why? He wasn’t sure, and though meeting the god responsible for the storms doesn't abate his fear completely at first, Vi was… nothing like Roman could have ever expected. The God of storms was kind, he was sweet, a little shy and not to mention a whole other level of handsome. Somehow Roman can’t help but fall for them.

But he can’t be in love with a God… can he? Even if he was, could a God ever love him back?

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Warnings: Past character death, touch starvation, panic attacks + flashbacks, non-graphic injuries.

Pairings: Prinxiety, platonic DLAMPR, background Remile

Word count: 42,585

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+ Chapter 1 - That Fateful Day +

+ Chapter 2 - Blanket Nest for Two +

+ Chapter 3 - Ribbons Between Friends +

+ Chapter 4 - Temple of Chores +

+ Chapter 5 - Blankets are a Remedy +

+ Chapter 6 - Picnics in Springtime +

+ Chapter 7 - Stars, Libraries and Knowledge +

+ Chapter 8 - Dancing Beneath Clouds +

+ Chapter 9 - Smite Thee, Karen +

+ Chapter 10 - Once Reunited +

+ Chapter 11 - Sacks of Flour +

+ Chapter 12 - Apple and Mango Juice +

+ Chapter 13 - Stargazer Lilies +

+ Chapter 14 - One Communal Banquet +

+ Chapter 15 - To be a Protector +

+ Chapter 16 - Dinner With Family +

+ Chapter 17 - Eye of the Storm +

+ Chapter 18 - To be a God +

+ Epilogue - 2000 Years Later... +

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Extras:

+ Rose +

Art

+ Roman/Virgil +

Taglist: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti