#like EXCUSE YOU nonono he did NOT ask for the extra feelings go back GO BACK

[heytheredeann]

biromantic asexual Illya & greyromantic bisexual Napoleon

[realcube]

how haikyuu!! characters confess to you on valentine’s day💘

characters: kyōtani, tsukishima, sugawara & akaashi 

tw// none 

kentarō kyōtani

♡ writes you letter and puts you it in your locker 🥺

♡ but you catch him in the act FDGHJGFD

♡ he memorised that you usually arrive at school at around half passed eight so he made it a point to get to school extra early so nobody would see him

♡ but little did he know, you had the exact same plan in mind 🤦‍♂️

♡ so when you walked into school and noticed kyōtani aggressively pounding on your locked bc his chucky letter wouldn’t fit through the slot, you both froze in your tracks

♡ he realised how shady it looked that he was trying to get into your locker — plus, he was aware that he already had the appearance and the reputation of a delinquent, so he immediately thought that you would assume he was trying to rob your locker

♡ but in reality, not even for a second did you think that he was trying to steal anything

♡ but either way, mans took off 🏃‍♂️

♡ cut to you chasing him through the hallways, yelling for him to come back so you could confess to him

♡ but he thought you were chasing him bc you were angry 

♡ eventually he reached a dead-end so he had no choice but to face your wrath

♡ so imagine his surprise when - instead of screaming at him - you handed him a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box, with a little sticky note on top with ‘be my valentine?’ written on it

♡ he was speechless so he just kinda looked up and stared at you with a blank expression

♡ ‘i know it’s cheesy but it was the best i could come up with.’ you stuttered, desperately trying to break the awkward silence kyōtani had left you in

♡ he was finally able to process what you had just given him and subtly shoved his love letter into his pocket now that you had confessed to him, ‘uh, thanks, i guess.’ 

♡ your lips instinctively fell into a frown, assuming that was a ‘no’. but to hide your disappointment, you forced a smile back on before turning your heels and hastily rushing away - planning to go cry in the bathroom now ✌ ‘okay, erm, bye, kyōtnani!’

♡ kyōtani’s eyes widened at how shaky your voice was all of a sudden and why you seemed to desperate to get away from him. had he said something to upset you?

♡ ‘uh, bye. meet me by the gates after school today.’

♡ you paused in your tracks, almost tripping over by doing so, ‘why?’ you choked, peering over you shoulder to look at him with hopeful, wide-eyes which caught him off-guard

♡ like jesus christ you looked cute-

♡ he felt his cheeks heat up at the sight so he quickly turned his head to the side and barked, ‘don’t be an idiot! obviously i’m gonna take you to the shop and buy you some chocolates - it’s only fair.’

♡ ‘like..a date?!’ you squealed, twirling around and clasping your hands together in delight 

♡ ‘no.’

♡‘oh-’

♡ ‘i’ll take you on a date in the park afterwards.’  

♡ you bounced excitedly, unable to resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and hold him in a tight embrace, ‘i can’t wait!’ 

♡ kyōtani let out a light sigh of relief as he felt your chest press tightly against his own, ‘yeah, same’

♡ although he didn’t sound too enthusiastic, he showed that he was looking forward to the date by skipping practise so you didn’t have to wait for him :))

kei tsukishima 

♡ he does not ask you to be his valentine’s at the start of the day

♡ he just waits - not so patiently - for you to ask him 

♡ but you didn’t >:(

♡ he was livid

♡ oh and during lunch you got him so hopeful bc you were like ‘oh, tsukki! i almost forgot. i’ve got something for you!’

♡ and he was like 90% sure it was a box of chocolates to accompany your confession but it was hIS FKN CHARGER THAT HE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT AT YOUR HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO AAAAAA

♡ grrr so since the whole day passed and you didn’t confess to him, he figured that he had to do everything himself 🙄

♡ last period, he texted you, asking for you to meet him at his house after your club

♡ (he wanted to confess in a location where there was no one around to make fun of him if he got rejected and if he was accepted, then he could take you on a date to the café near his house) 

♡ so begrudgingly, you did - but after your club 

♡ and you were under the impression that he went to volleyball club that day so he wouldn’t have to wait by his house for too long but rather, he skipped that day so he could first pop to the shops to buy a bouquet 

♡ when you arrived at his house, you were greeted by him holding at bouquet of flowers and forcefully shaking them, indicating that he wanted you to take them

♡ ‘what are these for, tsukki?’ you hummed, grasping the stems of the flowers and slowly pulling them towards you, taking a long whiff of their sweet scent

♡ tsukishima looked away shyly, unable to make eye-contact with you without blushing. damn, this was harder than he thought. 

♡ ‘for valentine’s day, duh.’ 

♡ you smirked, hugging the bouquet to your chest as you gazed up at him longingly, ‘so are you asking me to be your valentine or are these sympathy flowers?’ 

♡ tsukishima rolled his eyes, ‘asking you to be my valentine. but you’re so oblivious, i’m starting to regret it now.’

♡ that was a lie

♡ tsukishima mentally scolded himself; he was literally trying to get you to go out with him? why was he insulting you?

♡ ‘well, i’d love to be your valentine, kei.’ you cooed, your arms full with the flowers so instead of hugging him, you pressed your face in his chest and steadily, his large hand found it‘s way to your back, rubbing up and down your spine

♡ although on the outside he acted all nonchalant about it, on the inside he was setting off fireworks and celebrating 

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you, until he broke it by inquiring, ‘wanna go get something to eat?’ 

♡ ‘yessss!’

kōshi sugawara

♡ probably planned for weeks beforehand

♡ makin sure he was extra fanon suga around you 

♡ so when valentine’s day rolls around, he gives you a box of homemade cookies with barely any explanation 

♡ then you noticed a lil’ sticky note on it, telling you to meet him at his house at 7PM 

♡ you acted accordingly and once you arrived at his house, you were greeted by more homemade cookies and sugawara in a tuxedo 

♡ ofc he led you to his back garden, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table he had set out under his small gazebo 

♡ the table was all set for a hot date; which you could tell by the pale tablecloth, expensive-looking ivory plates, sparkling clean cutlery and the cherry on top was the candle he had lit which sat in the middle of the table 

♡ then he came out with cloche, rushing up to you before lifting the lid - and once the clouds of steam subsided, you realised it was your favourite food- 

♡ ‘you’re so extra, kōshi.’ you whined, hiding your blushing face with your hands 

♡ he chuckled at your flustered reaction, taking a seat on the chair across from you only to lean across the table slightly to get a better view of you, ‘i just wanted this to be perfect for you, (y/n).’ he shrugged, not sure whether to take your statement as a compliment or insult

♡ ‘it is. thank you!’ you finally removed your hands from your face for him to see your grateful expression

♡ UHGFFKUJ HIS HEART 🥺

♡ anyway, he probably makes a big deal out of feeding you the first few bites of your food bc he thought it’d be romantic but he accidently dropped some on your school bottoms smh 

♡ also, at some point in the night, he makes sure to do that thing where he leans across the table and eyes your lips while wiping some food off the corner of them 

♡ oh and knuckle kisses 🥰

♡ he genuinely didn’t want the night to end so his heart sunk when he had to escort you back to your house

♡ but at least he got to hold your hand :))

♡ you were both staring up at the gorgeous night sky that was decorated by stars in comfortable silence, until sugawara realised something, ‘oh, i didn’t even ask you to be my valentine- my bad!’

♡ before you could coo an ‘it’s okay’, suga had already skipped in front of you and fell to one knee, taking you hand in his own and bringing it to his lips

♡ ‘kōshi’ you squealed, trying to cover your face with your spare hand - your heart skipped a beat at how similar sugawara’s actions were to a proposal 

♡ suga thought you were so cute when you were shy aaaa (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ ‘(y/n), will you do me the honour of being my valentine?’

♡ ‘you’re such a prince!’ you gasped upon making a connection between sugawara’s signature beam and that of a charming prince from movies

♡ suga faltered at how off-topic your comment was, ‘thank you- but is that a no?’

♡ your eyes widened, rapidly shaking your head and dropping to your knees to place a lil’ peck on his forehead, ‘nonono! it’s a yes!’

♡ suga couldn’t help but snort at your adorable actions, mimicking them and pecking the tip of your nose

keiji akaashi 

♡ definitely a secret admirer thing leading up to valentine’s day

♡ he’s been leaving notes in your locker for months tho

♡ he just loved seeing the wide grin spread across your face while you read the letter he wrote  

♡ then he realised that valentine’s day was approaching so that gave him an excuse to confess 

♡ one day he somehow mustered up the courage to write ‘meet me by the forest at 5′ on it and as soon as he slipped it into your locker, he was panicking

♡ like he was so anxious; the biggest fear on his mind being that, what if you didn’t like him?

♡ he was even considering not showing up bc he was too nervous

♡ but the last thing he wanted to do was ghost you and potentially hurt your feelings so he turned up 

♡ when you saw him, he was acting so odd - hardly even acknowledging your presence -  that you weren’t sure if he was the one writing the letters or if it’s just a coincidence 

♡ ‘hi..’ he finally murmured, gently tapping your shoulder to grab your attention

♡ you smiled, clutching the letter to your chest as you twitched with excitement, ‘hi! are you, erm..the person who’s been writing these letters?’

♡ akaashi nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the ground while awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers

♡ ‘oh- well, they’re so beautiful! you have such a way with words and you make my day ten times brighter. thank you so much, akaashi.’

♡ he perked up upon hearing you say his name, he didn’t think you knew it-

♡ i mean, yeah, you were in the same biology and maths class but in the past, you’ve never even spared him a glance

♡ ‘it’s no problem. and seeing you smile makes my day brighter so..’ akaashi instantly cringed at how stalkerish and pathetic that must’ve sounded 

♡ so needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when you simply giggled in response, ‘you’re sweet- anyway, i was wondering you’d like to come with me to get tea or someth--’

♡‘sure.’ he was sold at ‘tea’. 

@the-astrumnauta @scftfairyking​ 

[fullyellowsun]

Roommate | 2

I do not own the picture, credit to the owner.

Pairing: chanyeol x you/baekhyun x you

Genre: i don’t even know… what would you classify this?

Word Count: 1290 words

Description: While getting supplies for Chanyeol's stay, you run into another classmate and try to get out of the sticky situation.

Masterlist

“Chanyeol! Chanyeol! Breakfast! Yah!” I shake him while screaming.

“Wha- 4 more minutes…” he rolls over to get away from me.

“We have to go to the mall to go clothes shopping and then to Target to get you some school supplies and stuff for your room to decorate and then go to Apple to get your charger and then-”

“I get it. I’m getting up.”

“You what I just realized, your sister. You’ll see her at school. Won’t it be awkward?”

“Just… I don’t know, pull me away for something if she tries to talk to me.”

“Okay, let’s go!”

“I thought you said breakfast!”

“Ugh… fine, dad! He said he’s having breakfast!”

“Why are you in such a rush?” he mumbles. I eat my food in a rush so I get as much time as possible to shop and decorate. I rush and do my dishes while Chanyeol takes his sweet time eating.

“Chanyeol! Hurry up! We don’t have all the time in the world! We have to at least get your clothes and school stuff today! Decorating and your charger can wait.”

“My charger can wait?! Excuse me but I already had to go a day without a phone… I can’t go another day. Do you know how boring life is without a phone?!”

“You got me! And, you can get your charger if you hurry up.” I shake my head. That made him go real fast. He basically shoved the food down his throat.

“Rertst kco.” he says, his mouth full of food, spitting everywhere.

“Ew… at least swallow.” He swallows the lump of food.

“Let’s go!” I pass him some water and he walks out, still with his bed head and my huge hoodie (well for me, it was kind of like a crop-top for him, I’m short… I get it!) with my dad’s holey sweatpants.

“Uhh… okay.” I was already changed so I didn’t care but… I guess I’ll have to pretend I don’t know him. “Mom! Dad! I’m going with Chanyeol to get him some stuff!” “Okay! Come back safe!” I heard as I was leaving. I get in the driver’s seat and he gets in the passenger seat. I don’t want to bore you with the clothes part because it’s just buying clothes… the real stuff starts when we arrive at Target. He didn’t get many clothes at the mall because he didn’t want to waste my clothes so he decided to get clothes at Target too so he goes to the mens’ section while I look for school supplies for him. Because we were already here, I got some stuff for the decoration but I could do it some other day so blankets, pillows, you know, stuff to decorate the bed since that’s what he would use the most. We meet up and start paying and as we were about to leave,

“Y/n! Chanyeol! What’re you guys doing here together? Are you guys on a date… at Target?”

“Shoot… what do I do?” Chanyeol curses under his breath. He tries to hide behind me but I mean, he’s 6’1”, I’m 5’3”...

“Heeyyyyy Baekhyun, how are you? What are you doing on this beautiful Sunday not studying or on a date or something?” I say. Chanyeol just nods.

“I finished my homework and already studied till I can say it in my sleep and I’m single and no one likes me so…”

“Yeah, great, we were kind of in a rush so we have to go. Bye! It was nice seeing you!”

“Noooo! We should hang out! Channie, my dude! We never hang out anymore! Is it because you were dating y/n behind everyone’s backs?”

“Nonono, it’s nothing like that… I just, um- saw her at Target and I forgot my wallet so she was paying for my stuff.” He holds up the clothes.

“What about those things… it looks like you're getting more school supplies that neither of you need and redecorating your bed and those school supplies look a little bland for your taste.” I hate his intuition…

“Oh yeah… it’s um, something at home.” Although Baekhyun and I were never close, he still talks to everyone like they knew each other their whole life.

“Oh. Okay,” he turns to Chanyeol, “Channie, my dude, if you’re not going on a date with y/n, we should totally hang out!”

“Oh. But, I was about to treat y/n for paying for my things.”

“Didn’t you just say you forgot your wallet?” Aish… I also hate his memory.

“Umm, he’s using Apple Pay!” I say.

“Why didn’t you just use that for Target? Are you sure you guys are not on a date?”

“Baekhyun! Yeah! We should totally hang out! Join us for lunch! Also, do you have an extra charger? I lost mine. The good one.”

“Ahh… typical you. Yeah, I think I have a good one in my car, Chanyeol, you ride with me and y/n, you can follow us.”

“I feel like a third wheel.” I mutter but just nod.

“I’m the third wheel here okay, I know you guys are dating and not telling me. No PDA.” he says back. Shoot, I also hate his amazing hearing.

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. I don’t take Chanyeol’s bag to not raise anymore suspicion onto this FBI spy and wonder how we will get home. We arrive at a small Vietnamese sandwich shop and order.

“Channie, my dude, I’m still suspicious of you, are you SURE y/n is not like, your girlfriend or something?”

“No! Baekhyun, believe me, we just met up at Target accidentally.”

“Okay…” he says, still skeptical.

“Y/n, is this true? Are you sure he doesn’t just want to hide it?” I sigh.

“Yes. Can we just eat?” I came back with the sandwiches.

“Okay, but I’m still sitting in between you… I don’t want to see or hear ANYTHING.” I just start eating and Baekhyun and Chanyeol start talking and catching up. Ahh, what do I do? Y/n, make a great master plan that will fool Baekhyun and Chanyeol and I can go back home.

“WE ARE DATING!” I yell.

“Ah! You scared me! Why did you just yell out of nowhere?!” Baekhyun says almost falling off his chair. “Wait, what?! You are dating?! I knew it! Why didn’t you just tell me right away? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Baekhyun, we all know that isn’t true.”

“Okay, I’ll TRY and not tell anyone.”

“Y/n! What are you talking about?! We’re not dating!” Chanyeol says confused. I try to signal to him but Baekhyun interrupts.

“It’s okay, Channie, my dude, you don’t have to lie anymore, I knew from the beginning.”

“We also live together.”

“Woah… um, that’s quick, how long have you been dating?”

“And we need to go home, bye! We’ll pay you back sometime Baekhyun!”

“Wait, my clothes!” Chanyeol yells out when I start dragging him out of the restaurant.

“Fine, get them quickly, I’ll be waiting in the car.” I let Chanyeol go and go to the car. When Chanyeol comes back, I see Baekhyun holding onto Chanyeol asking for an explanation, asking for an explanation, and asking him to take him with us.

“Okay, fine, you can come with us… I’ll explain in the car.” Chanyeol enters into the passenger seat and Baekhyun gets in the back.

“Hi y/n!” He sheepishly waves to me.

“Uhh, what are you doing here. I need to go home.”

“I let him in. He wants me to explain this fake relationship that doesn’t exist and wants to come with me because we need to pay him back for the food.”

“Okay fine, get in, we’re going home.”

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #690: Little Miss Rabbit's Approval (Sonic X Crash Bandicoot)

1:24 p.m. at the Rabbits and Chaotix's Household.......

Tails: (Standing in Front of Cream's Room Door with Coco and Amy Beside Him) I wonder what's taking Cream so long to set up her Tea Party......

Amy: (Does a Proper British Accent) The preparations of any Tea Parties must be set up with Elegance, Grace, and above all else, Love. (Giggles A Little While Talking Normally Again) .....Or at least that's what Cream always tell me.

Coco: So this Cream girl..... What's she like?

Amy: Only the most precious little angel you ever lay your eyes upon!~ You would've loved her already.....If a CERTAIN LITTLE FOX would've told her about you beforehand!! (Turns to Tails with a Pouty Look on her Face)

Tails: (Place his Hands Up in a Bit of Defense) H-Hey! I'm sorry about that, alright? I just...(Starts Rubbing the Back of His Head Back and Forth Nervously) Kinda forgot about doing so at the time, you know?

Amy: No excuses, young man! Cream is our precious little sister and it is crucial for her to know about these things!

Tails: ('Sigh') I know. I know.

Coco: (Giggles Softly at the Duo's Quarrels) So she's pratically the cute little sister of the group?

Tails: ('Sigh') Pretty much. (Smiles Softly at Coco) But Amy's right though. Cream is the most precious little bunny in the world. I'm sure she'll love you in a matter of seconds.

Coco: I hope so to be honest. I kinda wanna make a good impression on her already.

Tails: Don't worry. Your first impression is gonna be amazing. Just keep being who you are and you'll be just fine.

Coco: (Stares at Tails for a Brief Second Before Smiling Brightly and Confidently at him While Nodding) Right. Thanks, buddy.

'Door Opens'

Charmy: (Walks Out of Cream's Room With Cheese While Wearing Sun Glasses, and Turning to Coco) Are you Coco Bandicoot?

Cheese: (Turns to Coco While Lowering his Shades a Little) Chao Chao?

Coco: Uhhhh....Yeah. That's...me alright. Why ask?

Charmy: (Presents Coco to Cream's Opened Room Door) Ms. Rabbit would like to see you now.

Cheese: (Simply Nodded) Chao Chao Chao.

Coco: Oh. Uh... sure. Don't mind if I...(Slowly Walk into Cream's Room) Make myself in.

Tails and Amy follows behind Coco until Charmy and Cheese quickly went in front of them and stop the duo ij their tracks.

Charmy: And where do you think you two are going?

Amy: Uhhh.... We're going inside the room? For the Tea Party, remember?

Charmy: Yeah. Sorry. (Crosses his Arms) But I'm afraid we can't let you do that. You guys are staying here until further notice.

Cheese: (Crosses his Arms As Well) Chao Chao.

Tails: ('Sigh') Charmy, let us pass already.

Charmy: Did you not just hear us? We said you're staying here.

Amy: (Place her Hands on Both of her Hips) Charmy, you and Cheese let us in or I'm gonna tell Vector and Vanilla that you two have been misbehaving while they're gone.

Charmy: (Gasps Before Glaring at the Pink Hedgehog) You wouldn't.....

Amy: (Takes Her Phone Out of her Skirt Pocket While Having a Smirk on her Face) Watch me. (Slowly Begins to Tap on the Screen)

Charmy: ('Sighs in Utter Defeat') Fiiiiiiiiiine. (Step Away from the Entrance of Cream's Room on his Side) You guys may enter....

Cheese: (Floats Away from the Entrance of Cream's Room on his Side) Chao Chao.....

Amy: (Happily Walks into Cream's Room While Patting Charmy and Cheese's Head Along the Way) Thank you, boys~

Tails: (Follows Behind Amy While Giving the Boys a Shrug Along the Way)

Charmy: (Turns to Cheese) We really need a raise from this whole guarding business, Cheese.

Cheese: (Nodded in Agreement) Chao Chao.

Couple of Seconds Earlier......

Cream: (Sitting on Her Tea Party Table While Wearing One of Vanilla's Fancy Church Hat's) Ah. Ms. Coco Bandicoot, I presume. (Takes a Pretend Sip on her Empty Teacup While Looking at the Bandicoot) Care to have a seat?

Coco: (Oh my gosh. She really is adorable!~) (Comes Back to Reality While Clearing her Throat a Little) Yeah. Um... Don't mind if I do...(Slowly and Steadily Takes a Sit on the Kids Size Chair While Also Taking a Bit of a Deep Breath) Soooo....You must be Cream, huh? (Smiles Brightly (And a Bit Nervously)) It's nice to finally meet you in person.

Cream: Likewise. Granted, it would've been to meet each other sooner, if a CERTAIN BIG FAT DUMMY HEAD TOLD ME ABOUT YOU BEFOREHAND!!! (Angrily (And Adorable) Pouts at Tails Whole has Just Stepped into her Room with Amy)

Tails: (Sighs While Feeling a Tad Bit Guilty) Cream, I'm sor-

Cream: (Starts Wiggling her Finger at Tails) Nonono. We are going to have a long talk about this later, mister.

Tails begins to pout a little himself while Amy place a hand on his shoulder with a bit of a sheepishly smile on her face.

Cream: Right now....(Turns to Coco) I want to speak to your newfound friend some more.

Coco: Sweet. So uh....What you wanna talk about first?

Cream: Well, for starters, I would like to how you and Tails first ever met.

Coco: Oh. Well, it was a couple of months ago. We met at this really cool Technology Store at the Smash District Mall. (Smiles Brightly) We've been best buds ever since.

Cream: I see.....(Have a Bit of a Suspicious Look in her Eyes While Slowly Taking a Pretend Sip of her Teacup Before Putting Back Down on the Table) So....Since you two have been friends for that period of time, it means you love him very much, correct?

Coco: (Smiles Brightly) Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I love him a lot!

Tails: (Immediately Starts Blushing to Coco's Words)

Cream: Really? So much so that you'll do ANYTHING for him?

Coco: (Giggles Softly) Definitely, if I needed the help. And trust me, he would do the same for me too. We got each other's back after all.

Cream: Oh... Really? I-If absolutely so, then....then....t-then.....(Suddenly Begins to Groans Heavily) I can't take this polite posture anymore!!! (Pouts at Coco) I am sorry, Ms. Coco, but I'm afraid that I do not approve of your friendship with Tails right now!

Coco: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait what?

Tails/Amy: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) What!?

Tails: Cream, why not?

Cream: I don't know. It's just....('Sigh') What if she starts being mean o-or disrespectful to you one of these days?

Amy: Cream, sweetheart, I promise you that wouldn't happen.

Coco: (Frowns a bit Sadly at Cream) Yeah. I would never do that to him.

Cream: I know, but....I-I mean, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious about all of this!

Coco: Cream, are you are really worried about your big brother's well-being?

Cream: ('Sighs in a bit of Defeat') Yes. I am. I mean, why would I be? Tails is the most precious fox I've ever met.

Tails: (Starts Blushing Again) Hey! I-I not that precious...

Amy: (Lovingly Hugs Tails) Yes, you are!~ You're the most precious fox in the whole wide world~ (Gives the Two Tailed Fox a Kiss on the Cheek)

Charmy: (Turns to Tails from Outside of Cream's Door) Yeah. I'm younger than you and even I believe that's the case.

Cheese: (Turns to Tails as Well While Simply Nodded) Chao Chao Chao.

Tails: (Starts Rolling his Eyes While Blushing Some More) Not. Helping, you guys.....

Cream: He means so much to me and I want to make sure he's happy and in good hands. (Looks Away From Coco a Bit Shyly) I know it might be overprotective of me to say all these things, but that's exactly how I feel in the moment.

Coco: (Stares at Cream for a Few Seconds Before Slowly Smiling a bit Softly) Hey. Cream?

Cream: (Slowly Turns Back to Coco) Yes?

Coco: I know we just met and everything, but can I fill you in on something?

Cream: (Thought About the Request for a Brief Second Before Nodding) I suppose so. What is it?

Coco: You see, to tell you truth, Tails is.... literally the first friend I've ever made.

Cream: ('Gasps') Really?

Coco: (Simply Nodded) Yep. I live in an island with my big brother, his girlfriend, and a talking, magical mask name Aku Aku. I've been close to all them for so long that I've never really had the chance to make any friends outside of that island. That is....Until I met Tails those couple of months ago. He's the most sweetest, intelligent, compassionate fox I have the pleasure of even meeting. And like I said before, I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that I would never EVER do anything to hurt or betray him like that because he means so much to me and I really love him a lot.

Tails: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Coco....

Coco: And you're right....(Turns to Tails) Tails is a precious little cinnamon bun~ Probably the biggest one there is~ (Winks at her Best Friend)

Tails: (Immediately Starts Blushing Yet Again) Y-You too, Coco!?

Coco: (Playfully Shrugs at Tails) Whaaaaat?~ It's the truth, isn't it?

Amy: (Simply Nodded While Still Hugging Tails) It is!~ Very much so in fact~

Tails: (Glares at Amy) Amy!

Cream: (Giggles Softly at the Whole Scene) Okay. Okay. (Gets Up from her Seat and Make her Way to Coco) I think I've finally starting to understand now.

Coco: (Quickly Turns Back to Cream) Really? So....does that mean-

Cream: (Happily Nodded) Yes. Starting today, I hereby approve of your friendship together. (Gives Coco a Somewhat Loving Hug) Please take extra good care of my big brother Tails for me~

Coco: (Giggles Lightly) Don't worry, kiddo. (Hugs Cream Back) He's already in good hands.

Cream: Thank you. It makes me so happy to hear you say that.

Tails/Amy: (Already Starts Gushing Over How Adorable Cream and Coco's Hugging Together Are) Awwwwwww~

Cream: (Turns to Tails and Pouts at Him) But I'm still mad at you for not telling me about her sooner, Tails!

Tails: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) I'm sorry, Cream, alright? It never came into mind to do all of that up until now.

Cream: No excuses! I'm suppose to the little sister of our lovely group of friends! So it should be very crucial to tell me these kinds of things.

Amy: (Whispers into Tails' Ear) Told you so....

Tails: (Sighs Once More) Look, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you. I promise.

Cream: (Slowly Raised an Elbow) Anything?~

Tails: Yeah. Anything you want. Just.... don't ask for anything too extreme, okay?

Cream: If that's so, then can we all watch a movie together in the living room?

Tails: Yeah. Sure. We can do that no problem.

Cream: Can we watch a princess related movie?

Tails: Any of them you wanna watch is good enough for all of us.

Cream: With love and cuddles along the way?~

Tails: (Chuckles Lightly at How Adorable Cream is Being Right Now) Yes. With love and cuddles all around.

Charmy: Ooh! Can we drive your airplane after that!? Do a loopie loop five or ten times?

Cheese: (Smiles Excitedly) Chao Chao?

Tails: (Eyes Widened in Fear) Okay! Let's not get crazy here!!

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[soapsilly]

The Saviors of the Galaxy - Guardians of the Galaxy Imagine

Pairings: Guardian x Reader; Platonic!Rocket x Platonic!Reader

Summary/Request:   Soooo I wanted to ask about a guardiens of the galaxy one. The reader tries to steal something from the ship and the guardiens catch her. They kind of adopt her into their team and the reader becomes really good friends with rocket and together they built all this crazy stuff and mock peter and so on.

And remember: Requests are open!

This one really took a lot longer than the other ones I feel like but it’s been a few busy weeks for me.

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“Shit!” The Guardians were awoken by loud cursing followed by the sounds of rattling metal. In just a matter of seconds the intruder was sourrounded by Gamora, Drax, Rocket and Peter Quill, every one of them with some type of weapon. 

“Who are you? What are you doing on our ship?”, Gamora asked firmly with her weapon aimed perfectly at the girl’s nose. 

“Who cares who she is? She shouldn’t be here!” Rocket shouted, excited to try out his newest invention.

“Wow. You’re the Saviors of the Galaxy. If I had known who’s ship I was robbing I would’ve brought my pen and paper”, the girl seemed genuinely surprised but not intimidated.

“Guardians. Were the Guardians of- nevermind. How did you not know what ship you were robbing? We’re superstars!” for the moment Peter didn’t care that the girl was trying to steal from his ship, how didn’t she know him?

“Well, do you know what spaceship Nova Prime flies privately?” she answered his question with another question. The girl wandered off, unbothered by the weapons that were still aimed at her, looking at the multitude of bits and pieces that littered the floor. 

“I mean who lives like that? This ship is a mess”, she murmured.

“Hello?! We’re still here!” Peter exclaimed, confused and a little irritated that the intruder was completely unbothered and insulting his home.

Gamora lowered her weapon, realizing that the girl didn’t care anyways. 

“Who are you and what were you looking for?” she asked her.

“My name is (Y/N) and I was trying to find something useful. Nothing in particular. Ravager ships usually have all kinds of interesting stuff on them. By the way no need for you to introduce yourselfs. I know you”, she explained.

“Here we have Gamora, of course. Then there is Drax the Destroyer, nice nipples”, she sent him a wink, “here’s Mantis, Rocket and Groot. And lastly Star-Prince”

“Lord!” Peter exclaimed. 

“Are you sure? Isn’t a prince kinda better than a lord? Why would you go for Star-Lord if you could go by Star-King even?”

Before Peter could start arguing with her more, Rocket interjected “I like that one, Quill. She’s got a point. Can we keep her?”

“Yes, I’m sensing a really positive aura from her”, Mantis agreed. 

“I am Groot”

“Indeed! She seems like a highly competent young lady”, Drax agreed.

And before Peter could argue with them, (Y/N) interrupted him “Alrighty then, we’re can I leave my stuff?”

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It’s been a few weeks since (Y/N) joined the Guardians. She knew exactly how to interact with every single member, as all of them have a distinctive character. But she and Rocket hit it off immediately. They bonded over their love for tinkering and building new stuff - extra points if that stuff happens to be explosive. 

“Nonono, this doesn’t belong there. That goes over here!” Rocket groaned “what do you even know?”

“I know what I’m doing! Just trust me”, the girl shunned him. 

Rocket threw his hands up and watched her with no further interruption but muttered something inaudible under his breath every now and then, which (Y/N) just kept ignoring.

After she connected a last wire, the device started glowing blue and a humming sound emitted from withing it.

Rocket turned towards the device with a surprised expression.

“Told you so..” the girl told her friend.

“So whomever we shoot with this baby will completely lose their sense of balance? No way to walk a straight line?” he inquired.

“Now listen. This thing has only enough energy for three uses, so we can not use this carelessly.” she explained.

“Wanna shoot Quill?”

“Definitely.”

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“I don’t get it. Where are we even going?” (Y/N) asked.

“Would you be quiet? We’re trying to break into this facility and free the animals they’re doing illegal testing on, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t bust us before this mission has even begun”, Peter hissed.

“Yeah, genius and just walking up to the front door would not achieve exactly that?”

The Guardians stopped in their tracks and turned towards her.

“What do you mean?” Gamora asker the girl further.

“Well, there’s a back entrance? The security guards only come by there every twenty or so minutes because you’d have to get through a swamp to get there. Most people wouldn’t bother. The door opens via numeral code that changes every day but I got a device for that”, the girl shrugged.

“How do you even know all that?” Quill was getting irritated.

“I’ve been here before”, she explained.

They stood in silence for a few seconds until all of the Guardians started to bicker.

“What the heck Quill?” Rocket shouted.

“Okay okay okayokay OKAY!” Peter shouted, “if (Y/N) knows best why doesn’t she lead the way then?”

“Quill, don’t shout. You just told (Y/N) to be quiet as to not bust the mission”, Drax informed a lost looking Peter, with Mantis nodding eagerly.

*******************************************************************************************“I don’t know, Gamora.  Who is she? Where is she coming from? We basically know nothing about her but still we just let her stay with us. And besides... she doesn’t like me” Peter complained to his girlfriend.

“Peter, of course she likes you.  Maybe you’re just a little jealous? I mean she gets along great with everybody - especially with Rocket”

“Yeah, that’s another thing! We don’t need another Rocket! That’s madness” Peter exclaimed.

“I think she’s calming him a little bit. I think-”

Gamora was interrupted by a loud explosion sound which was followed by a ‘are you kidding me’ look from Peter.

A coughing and soot covered (Y/N) entered the room. Rocket followed her, one of his left whiskers still smoking.

“Hey Pete? We might need to get a new temperature calibrator”, (Y/N) sheepishly informs him.

“You see what I mean?!” Peter turned to Gamora and pointed at them with his two arms fully stretched out.

*******************************************************************************************To get the replacement and to stock up on groceries they had to make a pit stop on Knowhere.

When they arrived the Guardians were instantly swarmed by the people on the street. Eventhough Knowhere was not considered the most friendly of all places, the group had fans all over the Galaxy.

(Y/N) sort of just trailed behind and watched how everybody pooled around their ‘favourite’, with the children generally being drawn to Groot and Rocket - much to Rocket’s dismay.

Groot was creating and handing out little daisies, Peter was playing around with the kids and Mantis was just over all happy with the friendlyness.

Gamora, Rocket and Drax, however seemed slightly overwhelmed with the newly gained attention.

(Y/N) stood by and watched her new friends with a smile. She really liked every single one of them. They were all outcasts of some type so it really felt good to have a place where she felt like she belonged to.

While she was occupied with her thoughts a little girl tugged on her shirt.

“Excuse me? Are you also a Guardian of the Galaxy?” the girl asked with big eyes.

(Y/N) smiled at the girl and crouched down to answer, “No I’m not, but I am friends with them. Would you like me to introduce you to them? I’m sure Groot has a little flower for you”

As the two of them started to make their way over to the group of people a guy was calling over to them.

“Don’t go over there! They aren’t even worth it. Just a bunch of wannabe heroes that are actually just no good criminal scum!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and told the little girl to wait for a minute. Then she turned towards the guy that was snickering and still trash talking the Guardians with his friend group.

“Oi! What the heck did you just say? That criminal scum, as you’ve just called them, saved the freaking galaxy from Ronan, which includes your sorry ass too. So if I were you I’d shut my fucking mouth before I come over there and make you shut up, jackass. Every single one of them is more of a hero than you’ll ever be”, she hollered at the group.

“And who the fuck do you think you are? You little-” the man started to get angry and marched over to her.

But before he could even finished his sentence Star-Lord himself stood next to her with his hand already placed over his gun, in case he’d need it.

“Who she thinks she is? She’s part of the Guardians of that Galaxy and she’s right you are indeed a jackass”, he told the man firmly but sent (Y/N) a reassuring wink.

The other Guardians were making their way over to them aswell.

“Yeah, we’re the Guardians and we don’t like anybody insulting our friends. And this one” - Rocket pointed to (Y/N) - “I am especially fond of, so I’d recommend you get outta here before something bad happens”

As Rocket was about to pull out his gun, Peter reminded him that they didn’t want a fight if not necessary. Rocket groaned because the dude did deserve it but put away his gun nonetheless.

The Guardians were just about to turn away when Groot decided that the guy really did deserve it and extended one of his branches and swung it at his feet, knocking him straight on his ass.

When the man regained his footing he scrambled to flee the scene, while the Guardians all just looked at Groot, who just slowly made his way back to where he was before, “I am Groot”.

“So he’s allowed to do it but I’m not?” Rocket asked.

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Epilogue

“Sooooo I’m a Guardian of the Galaxy or what?” (Y/N) got out of the group hug and asked Peter with a suggestive grin.

[ficauthor]

Just a tiny misunderstanding

This is for @sugarglider9603‘s monster pat AU, people have been tossing around this idea of Virgil accidentally marrying Roman for awhile now and I could not help myself. I have been writing this for two days now, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

And thank you sugar for answering my asks about the au, and @broadwaytheanimatedseries thank you for telling me about the lore and different things about the universe. I hope you both enjoy.

Also I’m gonna post this on my ao3 of the same name so don’t freak if you see it there.

(also I based the fae marriage thing on how the Greeks used to propose cause I’m a nerd)

((Also also Roman’s mothers names are based off of names from the Victorian era cause why not))

Word count: 8,124

Honestly Virgil wasn’t sure what he’d done wrong, he wracked his brain to think but honestly, there was nothing. The only thing that he’d done that could have been of some concern was when he was hanging with Roman he tossed him an apple and had misjudged the space thus hitting the other in the face. But that was an accident and Roman didn’t really seem hurt.

That’s Fae magic for you, his only response was to grin widely and kiss Virgil passionately. A strange form of reassurance but Roman had been and reacted weirder so Virgil had tried to brush it off. But over the next few weeks he was acting…

Strange

Not in a bad way, but he was more affectionate and…

More protective?

Virgil couldn’t be certain about that one though that was until.

“Your fairy prince is acting unusually,” Logan commented hardly looking up from his book. It was a formal title for Virgil’s boyfriend, but it was far less formal than it used to be.

The statement, however, sent a small shock of panic through Virgil’s system, if Logan had noticed to then…

“Care to explain that statement, Lo?” Virgil asked fear encroaching on his mood, but he only let frustration taint his voice.

Logan saw right through it, he sat up straighter in his chair, placed his bookmark (a woven charm from Patton) into his book (again from the kind-hearted giant) and spoke again, however his voice was much softer like he was afraid of spooking Virgil. Like Virgil was a deer in the woods that needed to be coaxed.

“I’m sensing you noticed it too?” Logan asked though he wasn’t great at reading other peoples emotions he’d known Virgil for almost all of his life.

Virgil sighed and collapsed on Logan’s lap rather dramatically (what could he say Roman was rubbing off on him) his back leaning on the armrests.” Don’t get me wrong I appreciate all of the extra affection he’s giving me… but,” Virgil furrowed his brow remembering the other night.

They’d just finished, well a rather heavy make-out session, they hadn’t gone much farther but they both were certainly on an emotional high. Then Roman had looked out, to the side just beyond Virgil, he’d gone to follow his gaze but the other took his cheek gently in his warm hand,” don’t worry about it love,” the way he said it sent a shiver down Virgil’s spine, that someone so powerful would care for him so much. But there was an underlayer there, something under his affection that he couldn’t quite place.

Which was fair the other wasn’t quite human, so of course, his expressions would be different than Virgil was accustomed to, but this was one he’d never seen before. It was almost guarded, but then it was gone and Roman was asking if Virgil wanted to cuddle and watch a magic projection.

Virgil of course agreed, the system of crystals that the fair people had that could broadcast moving images that told stories was breathtaking to the dark man, it wasn’t anything like human’s modern technology.

“Virge? Virgil?” Logan was shaking his shoulder.

Virgil was on the floor now and Logan was kneeled in front of him, his brows furrowed as he gently shook the younger male.

“Huh?” Virgil was dazed the dregs of the memory still pulling him in, and there was something…

Something there in the corner of the room.

“You weren’t responding, you appeared to be, ah, spacing out.” Logan spoke his normally restrained tone painted ever so slightly with a thin coat of concern.

Virgil blinked further pushing himself out of the memory, he also tore his gaze from the spot he’d been staring at blankly, there was nothing there anyways,” had I?” the blue-clad man nodded,” sorry L, it’s just,” he chewed his lip back and forth playing with the muscle nervously trying to  calm himself. “It’s just that roman is starting to worry me.”

Logan made a face,” if he’s threate-“

“No nonono!” Virgil cut him off frantically, he didn’t want his friend to enter what he’d dubbed, the mama bear mode,” if anything he’s been much more affectionate than normal, almost like he’s making up for something. And he’s always so tense, and even when we’re cuddling it’s like he’s waiting for something,” Virgil felt ill at the thought a pressure rising in his throat at what could cause his boyfriend to be…

“It’s almost like, he’s scared…” Virgil’s voice was small.

Logan nodded,” well perhaps there is some sort of fae event going on currently, perhaps he is just nervous,” Logan offered,” to be far he does participate in the fae equivalent of professional make-believe perhaps that is what has put him on edge.”

Virgil shook his head, he wasn’t looking Logan in the eye anymore the overwhelming sensation that he was going to throw up was tangent and pushing in on all sides now. “He doesn’t have a performance coming up, and that’s different, he’s always,” Virgil searched around the room eyes flitting from corner to corner as he tried to find the words,” more collected. I don’t know.”

Virgil’s voice cracked at the last three words; he’d been really trying to figure out what was wrong. But every time he asked Roman managed to distract him or change the subject. Did he hate him now? Was he being overly affectionate to make up for the fact that he was going to break up with him soon? Was he-

“Virgil,” His friend made a face, his perfectly pushed back hair falling out of place slightly,” in for four Virge,” he said calmly.

The dark clad man was already hyperventilating he hadn’t even noticed he was so busy trying to figure out what was wrong with his boyfriend that he was hardly able to focus. His sweaty hands were balled up clenching his tattered cloak the familiar coarse fabric bringing him to reality a little bit.

But still the worried thoughts dumped on him like a snowstorm, kicking up occasionally appearing to get lighter but then the heaviness was there again, thick, cloying and sticky, not leaving and chilling him to his core. His head felt like it was being squeezed he couldn’t leave, and he felt like he was watching a stranger in a daze.

Logan’s soft words filtered in and out of his warped pained reality, it was like his ears were an out of tuned radio struggling to stay connected and pick up a signal.

Thoughts blurred…

Was Virgil even breathing? He felt constricted and hot and like he was gasping for breath like a snake was constricting on his lungs.

What was that voice?

Who was there?

  Why were they helping him?

His focused on the sounds of the voice, it finally registered, that was his best friend. And slowly his breathing slowed a little and the violent feeling that he was going to throw up subsided a little.

Once he’d finally managed to school his breathing again Logan was still going through his breathing exercise count.

They were silent for a moment, nothing exchanged between the pair as Logan allowed him to catch his breath,” I am going to get Roman,” Logan said.

Virgil was frantic again,” what no what if someone in the village sees him? What if the others fre-“

The other put up a hand to stop him his dark brown eyes swirled with concern,” one,” he raised a finger,” this house,” he gestured around for emphasis,” is just around  the edge of the monster forest, nearly outside of the main radius of the village.”

That made sense to Virgil, he couldn’t really argue with it, his and Logan’s houses were both on the outskirts of the human civilization. Virgil for his anxiety and natural skittishness around others, and Logan because he enjoyed the quiet that then allowed him to do his work. Not to mention no matter anyone’s opinions on monsters and whether they were good or not very few ventured into the forest.

“-econdly,” Virgil hadn’t heard most of the others statement for the first one. Damn it he’d spaced out again, what was with him this afternoon he kept looking into that corner of the room and getting so damn distracted. “Our village was one of the first ones to agree to a tentative peace deal with the monsters under the rulers Joan and Tayln’s behest. This is one of the most open-minded villages to be a part of. No one will attack him.” Logan smirked,” besides most people are afraid of the fae it’s hardly likely they will even have the courage to speak to him to realize he’s far too dramatic and good-willed to actually hurt anyone.”

Virgil chuckled a little,” he is a dork,” he smiled fondly the sentiment loud and clear despite the fact that he hadn’t said it.

His dork.

Logan stood up and brushed off his pants and shirt,” now if you excuse me, I will go fetch his royal pain in the ass and you two will sort out your drama or so help me.”

Virgil nodded, ��thanks Logan,” he smiled.

The other nodded and in the next few moments, he was out of the house, the door closing with a soft click. And like that Virgil was left alone in Logan’s house, the sound of a soft fire crackling merrily his only true company.

Virgil eventually stood up his knees creaking slightly in protest, his bones tired from sitting in the same position so long. He stretched his back out arms extended outwards, he slouched over immediately afterwards his back falling into its normal slump.

He needed to do something with himself, something that would take a few moments and free up his mind a little bit from its thoughts.

But what?

He scanned his best friends home searching frantically for something to distract him, he didn’t understand Logan’s collection of crystals. And frankly he was scared to fiddle with them, he’d never been particularly interested in Logan’s books. Even the ones written by Patton bored him. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand. He and Logan had been some of the smartest kids at school, but academia was not something that interested him. And the second he was allowed to he dumped any tolerance he may have had for it.

His gaze flitted to the kitchen, there were pots and pans, and

A tea kettle.

Virgil was up in an instant busying himself with the actions of filling the kettle, setting up three cups and preparing three separate teas. The loose leaves piled in the bottom. Now all that was left for him to do was wait, the soft rumbling of the slow simmering water being a soft comfort.

But his nervous gaze was already searching, around the room some and he searched for some form of entertainment. Again, the crystals were out of the picture, some had enchantments, and others were attached to a system of wires that Virgil didn’t trust his luck to try to tamper with.

The tall bookcases were all filled with research notes, there was only one shelf that Logan had that wasn’t strictly non-fiction. However, even then those were scribed oral folktales that their village had been passing down for generations. Virgil could mess with the fire or cuddle up to the heating stone, but his mind was racing far to fast for that.

Again his gaze snagged on that damn corner, Logan’s house was one of a simple and efficient layout, the kitchen, main entertainment area, and dining room (well it was intended to be a dining room but Logan had long since converted it into a lab and office combo) were all one space divided by small half walls pillars and furniture, the only real rooms were Logan’s bedroom and Bathroom. And there in the far-off corner closest to a window was something.

He couldn’t really see anything at first, but it eventually grew more prominent as he stared on, it was like a mirage in the distance, a distortion from the heat, something intangible and uncertain. In a daze, Virgil stepped forward trying to get a better look at the strange corner.

The house plant in the corner was, well it looked like it was waving, it was akin to when you looked through bubbles but there was no shine just distortion.

Shaky step after shaky step Virgil was feeling his thoughts start to melt away and a soft warbly kind voice was speaking to him.

At first, it was unintelligible, just syllables and letters he was aware of almost as if his head was underwater, but slowly the words grew clearer, as he stepped closer.

He  p

Wee  wa  t   he p

Fo  ow   s

Follo

We want to help

Follow us

Yeah, that sounded reasonable to Virgil for some reason, there was a small worry in the back of his skull, jiggling around something that sounded an awful lot like Logan trying to supply him with information, but his mind was in a daze.

Wil-o’-the-wisp.

The voice told him firmly and helpfully. They were guiding lights, some benevolent, some cruel. And that voice that was supplying the information about them told him not to follow. That it was foolish. But the rest of his mind felt like it was submerged.

Let us help you.

Virgil was tentative that last string of common sense telling him to not listen, telling him to run in the opposite direction. And he almost tugged himself via that string… but then, they said all the needed too.

Answers about Roman

And like that, they had the scissors that they’d needed to cut his link to reality. He was moving forward and was almost within arms reach of the wisp.

It popped out of existence and then it was by the window, the sound of there whispers was drowning it was almost like a shrill loud whistle, it kept his thoughts from functioning and their magic had him ensnared.

Like a fly in a spiders web, he did exactly what it wanted, he opened the large window, an idle thought to close it behind him was there for only a moment but it was quickly abandoned as the honeyed words of promises led him closer and closer to the spider's den.

“You left him at your house alone!?” Roman asked concern lacing his normally regal tone.

Logan’s brow furrowed,” yes what is the matter, Roman? This is exactly why I came to ask you to talk to him. He has been very concerned and your acti-“

Roman was stepping back running forward his wings flapping, he was five feet away almost in the air when Logan jolted realizing the other’s actions were strange. “Roman!” he bellowed as he ran after him.

He’d never quite trusted the fae and this was not helping his case. He wanted to trust the fae, for Virgil, but every time he did the man did something foolish or reckless, or just without any common sense. It was like for him logic was metaphorically thrown out the window. Logan loathed such a thought, he ran after the prince his breath growing labored, “Roman!” he shouted. “Wait just on mome-“

Harsh pressure was digging into his upper arms, and the ground was falling away. A scream ripped out of Logan’s chest as he swung his feet violently, his hands covering his eyes. He’d been comfortable with Patton picking him up, the others large warm hands always stabilized him, and made him feel safe. But this was not safe, Romans hands were warm yes but not the comforting warmth of his Patton. They were long thin spindly fingers and it almost felt like a bird had grasped him.

Logan was swearing up and down his normally low voice a breathless shriek.

Roman apologized but he left it at that until they were descending on Logan’s front lawn.

“What the” Logan took in a few breaths schooling his words and expression,” why Roman?” he asked teeth gritted as he tried to calm his seizing respiratory system.

The prince was shushing him holding a hand to his ear,” do you hear that?” Roman asked with a faint whisper.

“Hear what?” Logan asked voice at a normal tone.

Roman stepped forward and with a quick flash of red magic, he unlocked Logan’s front door and entered his home.  Then Logan could hear it: the loud shrill shriek of his tea kettle screaming through the small house. It was a deafening noise in the otherwise silent home.

Roman was moving through the house frantically examining the rooms, his eyes flashed a glowing red a few times. The smell of oranges, nutmeg, and sandalwood, which were the familiar smell of Roman’s magic wafted through the entire house as Roman seemed to perceive something that Logan couldn’t, and a disconcerting growl escaped deep from his chest.

He took the kettle off of the hot eye a puzzled expression flitting across his face, but then he sized up the teacups and he seemed to be putting together something that Logan couldn’t.

“Roman?” Logan asked he was wrenched with worry his stomach tied in knots and fear was threatening to engulf him.

He’d noticed that Virgil was gone, how could he not, the window was wide open chilling his house with the late fall air and the tea kettle had been screaming only moments before. And Romans actions were not helping with the thick foreboding air that had descended on Logan’s small home. Logan was normally so calm, so collected, he normally put on this front, this air that he couldn’t be affected, but this rattled that like an earthquake to a shabby but well-presented hut.

Roman didn’t respond he was muttering in a language that Logan could not understand and a small flicking blue light that he couldn’t focus on for longer than a few seconds was hovering right by the prince. He continued in a language that Logan could not understand the prince was yelling, shouting something. And while he couldn’t decipher the words, he understood that it was filled with rage and disbelief.

The wispy creature, a wil-o’- the-wisp if Logan was correct (And if he was that thought chilled him to the bone) continued to talk to Roman for what felt like an eternity, and then it vanished, just a pop and it was gone.

“Roman?” he called out again in concern.

Roman jumped he looked over the human a few times, it was like he’d forgotten about him,” Wait here,” he begged.

“If I don’t?” Logan asked the tone catching him off guard.

A sorrowful expression, that’s all Logan could describe of the others face,” then I’ll have to make you stay,” the hollow way he said it, it wasn’t a threat it wasn’t even a promise, it was a regret.

“I’ll stay,” Logan whispered.

Roman nodded the thanks apparent in the motion,” I-I’ll be back.” He walked to the front door before stepping back,” I’ll tell Patton to come over so you’re not alone,” And with that he left Logan alone in the house.

Half thoughts and words were starting to swirl in Virgil’s head again, the blank nothingness that had encompassed his being was fading away, and he was shockingly aware that he was alone in the forest in the center of a damned fairy circle. This was not Romans circle though; this one was circled with entirely different plants and flowers than Romans. Suddenly there was a flash and a tall woman appeared before him.

She was breathtaking, if Virgil wasn’t as gay as they came, he’d probably be taken with her. She like most fair people looked like she could be both 20 and 60 aged and ageless. Virgil realized as the last dregs of the wisp magic faded just how lucky he was that he’d stumbled into Roman’s circle instead of this one all that time ago. Roman looked like a man. A stunning breathtaking man that also looked like a piece of artwork, but except for a few things he looked relatively normal.

This woman, however, defined otherworldly, she looked like she brought definition and weight to the scared whispered folklore of Virgil’s childhood.

The lady spoke, but Virgil didn’t understand the language, she paused and swapped to another. She continued in a few others before Virgil spoke up.

“H…h-hello,” he made a gesture with his hand that might have been intended to be a wave, but he wasn’t quite sure himself.

“Hello,” she paused before smiling,” Anxiety, I believe my son calls you?”

Virgil must have made a face, but he couldn’t be sure his heart was beating so loudly he couldn’t think. None the less she supplied an answer,” Roman,” Virgil nodded now in understanding.

The smile was wider,” you’re so cute I could eat you up!” she exclaimed.

Virgil whimpered, he’d heard that phrase before, from humans and even Patton but this woman, he wasn’t sure of her intentions, regardless of who’s mother she claimed to be. Virgil wrapped his arms around himself hiding them under the cloak so that he could grip his hands around his iron daggers.

Maybe it was a little distasteful to have iron weapons when you had a boyfriend whose main weakness was said weapons and almost those alone, but Virgil liked to think about it as protection in case Roman couldn’t protect him. He didn’t draw them out yet however, the fae were powerful beings with important laws that dictated their magic. If he were to draw a weapon, she’d have grounds to use it against him.

He may be in her territory but because of the circumstances, the law of the fair people might just allow him safety for a bit longer. He just had to watch his next few actions carefully and not offend her.

“Now I know you’re a little skittish but me and my wife have been dying to meet you and Roman has refused to bring you along.”

She said it all in a way that reminded Virgil of his own mother (well it reminded him of the few memories he had of her),” can you believe that? Won’t bring you to meet his own mothers,” she said it was such an air it was familiar enough to Roman’s dramatics that Virgil was relaxing slightly, his grasp on the blades slightly looser, but the grip was tighter in an instant.

He couldn’t be tricked by them even if they were Roman’s parents. The woman walked forward her hands held outwards dramatically,” just so you know there is no funny business, I’m going to take you to my home for tea with my wife.”

Virgil made a noise of protest his hands moving off of his daggers in shock as she put both hands on his shoulders and there was a flash of magic that dragged with it the smell ginger, and a fruity smell he couldn’t place.

Roman was terrified, the second he’d spoken to that wisp he knew that it was one of the chaotic ones, it had chirped off gleefully that it had directed his sweet anxiety to another fae, and not just any other fae his mothers. Gods that made him nervous, if his mothers talked to him? The anxious butterflies that were only caused by his sweet husband were starting to tear up his stomach.

Husband.

If that word didn’t stir up a lot of emotions in him. He was glad that it was Anxiety how had taken the step, he’d long since learned not to push the dark clad man. And he absolutely adores the idea of spending forever with him, but they’d not been dating for that long and had known each other for barely much longer. The commitment of it was terrifying, he barely felt ready for it. But he couldn’t tell the other, not after he’d been so courageous to do so, not after he’d been so bold when he was normally so, well, anxious.

“Roman!” A peppy voice called out.

He looked down, oh it was Patton, good because he didn’t want to make another stop or to search for him,” can you go to Logan house and stay with him something is going on and I told him I’d send you over.”

“Is he okay?” Patton asked his pointy ears tilting down.

Roman was already looking off in the distance,” oh, yes he’s fine, I just uh my mothers, uh, Anxiety, I gotta go.”

Patton nodded and began the trek to the scholar’s home.

The prince hardly thought as he made the trip to his mothers’ home, his all-encompassing thoughts were:

Get to Anxiety

Make sure he wasn’t having a panic attack

Protect him.

His mothers had never really been part of the human hunts that so many of their elite fae peers had been a part of, they were ahead of their time in that aspect. But they’d also never interacted with humans directly, their circle was too deep in the forest; when the peace treaties were sent by the two human rulers the messengers ended up finding Roman instead. Which was fine his mothers’ didn’t find an offense to that they enjoyed their seclusion, but they didn’t understand humans’ limits, they didn’t-

Roman’s stomach churned at the thought, if they exposed him too much to certain magics, he might fall ill, that was a mistake they’d fallen upon a few months back. The human vessel just wasn’t durable, it was fragile and as strong as his beloved was, he still was limited. Roman’s stomach felt much like it had a mind of its own crawling up his throat, Anxiety had iron daggers. He hid them from Roman and tried not to show them to him.

But none the less Roman knew about them, how could he forget when anxiety had pulled them against him at their first meeting. A guarded man like him, of course, had weapons, and considering that he had to fight from an early age to survive Roman didn’t care, Anxiety would never hurt him, and considering how much power he had he couldn’t blame him if maybe Anxiety just wanted something to make him feel safe.

But if Anxiety got scared he might pull them on his mothers, and then, then Roman’s mothers might get offended and his mothers were forces to be reckoned with when they were offended.

Before the prince knew it he was at his mothers’ cottage, they did have a castle but they often stayed in the cottage for comfort, and from what Roman had told them they knew that Anxiety had a nervous disposition and was prone to getting scared easily.

Roman threw the door open to the main entertainment space,” Mother! Mama!” he shouted,” were is he!”

Virgil was quite nervous there were two very powerful fairy queens attending to him handing him food and drinks and talking to him. The taller very muscular one, the one that had greeted him in the clearing was sat on a chaise. She’d greeted herself as Ada after they’d gotten into the fairy realm. Once she had directed him into the home she was covered with a bright flash of warm light and her appearance fell. She was still beautiful, still had terrifying pointy teeth but she looked far more human. She still had the pointed ears and the face and body markings that denoted she was something else but the aura she had before faded away.

As it did she apologized informing him that she still had to keep up appearances and if she startled him it wasn’t her intent.

And the other slightly shorter one was sitting in a wood carved chair that was decorated with the most dramatic curls and delicate flower petals. She was also beautiful, she had a round large nose and big expressive eyes, but they were lined with dramatic face markings and makeup. She was kind of adorable in a strange sense, very round and huggable, but there was something behind her eyes that told Virgil that he should still be weary of her.

And they were doting on one another, they threw soft actions and kisses at one another like he and Roman threw nicknames and cuddles.

“I-is it safe to eat or drink this? Uh- your majesties?” Virgil asked the women holding a sandwich nervously.

The shorter one smiled,” Oh our roman got himself a clever one, didn’t he?” she asked looking up at her wife,” he even makes sure the food won’t trap him!” she preened. “also call me Evangeline, your majesty sounds so formal! And we're practically family!” she smiled at him.

The other woman smiled,” anxiety how did you meet our son?”

Virgil chuckled,” I sort of fell into his fairy circle after getting lost.”

“Why were you lost?” Evangeline asked. “Also, yes you can eat the food we have no intent on trapping you.”

Virgil ducked his head,” well human’s don’t have the best perception of monsters and my best friend was dating Patton-“

“Oh,” Ada cut in,” the giant boy? He’s a friend of Roman’s.”

Virgil nodded,” well I didn’t know Patton was a cool person yet, and I was scared cause all I had been taught was to fear monsters and because I didn’t know how to react I tried to walk home but I’d never been in that section of the forest before and after hours of wandering I fell down a small cliff and into the circle.”

The two women nodded in sympathy,” our raisings were much of the same,” Evangeline added on,” don’t trust the humans don’t talk to them the normal nonsense.”

Ada nodded,” we’re very eager however for this promised new era of peace between us and the humans, the royal Joan and Talyn have only been able to extend to us informal treaties, but we understand it’s tough to erase the years of misunderstandings on our end as well.”

Virgil nodded his arm that had been under his cloak was loose around the hilt almost in a resting state. He picked up his teacup and took a tentative sip. It was a nice spiced blend with just enough sweetener, it was one of the best teas he’d ever tasted.

Suddenly the door was being busted down and the sound of Roman shouting was filling the room.

Logan was pacing up and down up and down, he wanted to follow the fae prince get answers, but something had rattled him and if that were the case then it could be nothing good. Logan’s floor was no doubt being rubbed down from the pacing the varnish slowly getting removed. But Virgil was out there having probably been swept away by the wisps. The situation did not lend itself to, particularly pleasant thoughts.

There was a slight shaking of the ground, Logan’s heart skipped a beat, he knew that thudding rhythm, he flung the door open. Patton wasn’t far away just at the edge of the forest only a few dozen feet from Logan’s house. Logan ran forward the jumped up into Patton’s arms. Patton scooped him up in his arms the warm embrace surrounding Logan and calming his thoughts.

He was able to think more logically now, his thoughts slowly organizing as Patton kissed his forehead,” you okay Lo-lo?” he asked his voice a low rumble.

Logan nodded,” better now, do you understand what’s going on?” he asked.

Patton smiled,” let’s get in your house first and I’ll tell you while we cuddle.” He said stepping forward putting Logan down on the grass gently

“Do you have a potion on you or do I need to grab one from my stash?” he asked, unfortunately his house was far too small for his boyfriend so he had to drink a shrinking potion, both so he could fit for them to cuddle, and so Patton didn’t draw any un-needed attention. While their village was one of the more open-minded, there still were hunters that passed by.

He shook his head nuzzling into Logan’s side,” I don’t have one on me no.”

“I’ll go grab one,” Logan left a soft kiss on Patton’s knuckle.

Patton chuckled at the soft gesture, Logan was only in the house for a second his crate of the potion was right by the door and in a moment Patton was shrinking.

For some reason, maybe it was just the ingredient ratio, whenever Patton took the shrinking potion he was shrunk, thankfully with his clothes, down to a height shorter by just a few inches than Logan. Patton wasn’t holding back anymore he was running forward jumping into Logan’s arms a kiss a whisper away.

He was only a hair away, that question in the air as Logan held him up under his thighs, Logan vanished the remaining distance surging forward. Patton’s tail was wrapped around Logan’s leg , he smiled into the kiss and he could feel the other smiling back as he stumbled into the house eyes closed.

They were chuckling into each other's lips, Logan raised a hand to Patton’s face, he backed away catching his breath. “I love you,” Patton whispered.

“I love you too,” Logan returned the sentiment. He backed away though reality returning to him.

“You’re worried about him aren’t you?” Patton asked.

“Roman told you what was going on?” Logan searched Patton’s face as if he was trying to find an answer.

Patton’s expression was soft,” yeah he told me a little bit, enough that I could gather that his moms had basically kidnapped Virgil.”

“They won’t hurt him right?”

Patton shook his head,” Nah,” he plopped down on Logan’s bed. Logan sat next to him and began to play with his soft hair,” Roman’s just a little bit worried because he doesn’t want his moms to talk to his husband.”

Logan sputtered,” when did they get married!? Why wasn’t I invited to the wedding!”

“Wedding?” Patton asked,” they got a fae marriage.”

“What does that entail? And why didn’t Virgil tell me?!” Logan was standing now Patton’s head falling from his lap and onto the bed.

“Lo-lo,” Patton sat up and wrapped his arms around his lover,” I’m sure there’s a good reason he didn’t tell you. I didn’t even go, apparently, Roman was really caught off guard about it. It hit him in the face so to speak,” Patton chuckled.

“Hit him in the? Patton dear I’m lost what are you talking about?”

“Virgil threw an apple at him and it hit him in the face.”

Logan was blinking taken aback,” apple?” he paused his mind trying to add two and two,” do you mean to tell me that a fae proposal is throwing an apple at your lover?”

“No, that’s the marriage.”

Logan was silent, he was at a loss for words the way Patton said it, so nonchalantly,” okay, you got me, dear, I almost believed you.” It was a good joke, Logan had to admit, that something so mundane something that humans do literally all the time could have such weight attached to it.

Patton’s expression remained serious,” is this not the same for human culture?”

Logan shook his head,” of course not that would be ridiculous, if it were then me and Virgil playing catch with apples as kids would make us married ten times over.”

Patton covered his mouth with his hands,” this means that for Virgil he’s been put into a marriage with Roman for two months that he doesn’t even know about! He hasn’t even told Roman his name yet!”

Logan nodded part of him found some humor in this and eventually he would tease Virgil about this but for the moment being, “I do not believe that this will go ideally, most likely Virgil is going to panic.”

“It’ll work out,” Patton said nuzzling into the scholar's neck pulling him onto the bed,” Roman revealed to me that them being married made him uneasy since they hadn’t been dating that long but he was under the impression that it was what Virgil wanted.”

Logan groaned chuckling all the same,” they are fools sometimes but at least Roman is not being reckless by desiring to marry a man he when he doesn’t even know his name.”

Patton sighed,” I’ll be glad when Virgil finally tells Roman his name, it gets confusing sometimes to keep straight what I’m supposed to call him.”

“I agree, but it is a big step for him, he doesn't want to just tell him he wants to give it to him.”

Patton sat up,” give it to him? Does he know how big of a deal that is?”

Logan nodded, once he and Patton had introduced themselves, they had said ‘you may call me’ it was subtle but very deliberate. They couldn’t have it used against them because of very careful wording, not that Roman would but it was good practice to measure one’s words exactingly near the fae.

“Virgil is very aware, he’s wanted to tell him for a while, but he keeps getting frightened, not that I can blame him it is a rather large step in their relationship.”

Patton snorted,” Bigger than accidental marriage?”

“Yes, well,” Logan was chuckling too,” biggest intentional step then.”

They were laughing now holding one another in each other’s arms just enjoying each other’s company. Logan felt calm and at peace, it wasn’t very often that his mind could be calmed, a good book, some fascinating research, those did the trick for a while, but nothing really relaxed him like his boyfriend.

Patton was swirling patterns onto his arm eyes closed, Logan took in the sight. His soft turquoise almost star-studded fur, his slight under bite. His round nose and glasses

All perfect.

Logan raised a hand an lightly brushed his thump on Patton’s cheek, the other opened his blue eyes lazily. They looked like perfectly cut crystals to Logan, magnified perfectly by his slightly askew glasses.

“Do you ever think about it?” Patton asked softly his purr vibrating loudly in the cold tinted fall air.

Leaning into the hand his own still idly drawing swirls and patterns into the others dark skin.

“Think about what?” Logan asked his heart melting at the way Patton’s face squished into his hand.

Patton was quiet for a moment, Logan almost thought he fell asleep, but his eyes were open again and his words were tentative and soft,” us, one day, getting married?”

Logan’s heartbeat went up to levels that probably put him at risk of a heart attack,” I-I,” he stuttered his mind reeling from the idea. He’d never actually thought about it, he was always so caught up in the moment that honestly, a future was intangible. But hearing that right then,” I am now,” he admitted sheepishly.

“And?” Patton asked voice soft and gentle as he snuggled closer to the scholar.

Logan swallowed his pooling spit and collected his thoughts,” I am not opposed to it, but I am nervous.”

Patton turned his head slightly a brow softly quirked the question in the air,” it is just that, Human’s right now are turning finally to see that just because you’re monsters it doesn’t make you inherently evil, and I will admit the thought of those few that won’t listen to reason scares me.”

Patton grumbled lowly,” well I won't ever let them hurt you Lo-lo.” Patton hugged him close nuzzling his face into Logan’s chest.

“That is not what I am afraid of,” Logan ran his hand through the other's hair, he accidentally bumped his hand into the base of Patton’s antlers. They were just as soft as the rest of him. “I’m afraid of what they will do to you,” Logan admitted not much louder than a whisper. But the words might as well have been a shout.

Patton detangled himself from Logan,” It won’t happen,” Logan went to speak unwanted tears forming in his eyes,” No,” Patton cut him off,” sweetheart listen, it won’t happen. We’re friends with the next in line of the fae royalty, and we know people with direct connections to the human throne, we’re safe.”

Patton grabbed Logan’s hand which was still pinned under his face, he held Logan’s hand to his heart,” I’m safe.”

Roman scanned the room and there closest to the door was Anxiety, he scanned him up and down nervously. One hand was out of his cloak that was good, but the other was in it, no doubt wrapped around the hilt of his dagger.

“R-roman,” Anxiety said, his face relaxing slightly.

Roman put a hand to his husband’s face, Anxiety leaned in ever so slightly,” are you alright my love, no panic attacks?” he asked his red tinted brown eyes scanning his fae for every expression and microexpression he could.

Anxiety smirked,” I’m fine princey, just a little surprised, it’s not every day you get magically kidnapped by fae royalty.”

Roman looked down ashamed,” I supposed that might be my fault, they’ve wanted to meet you for a while now and you’d think they’d have the patience to wait but no,” he looked up at them and shot them a look.

“They did seem eager to meet me yes,” Anxiety agreed, nerves still an undercurrent to his tone but his tone was as calm as it’d been since Roman had heard him that afternoon.

Roman’s mama clapped her hands,” well if you’re done modeling after your mother and being overdramatic,” Roman’s mother made an offended noise, Anxiety made a near-silent chuckle,” we were just about to show your husband your baby portraits.”

“WhAt!” Anxiety shouted his face red as he stood up.

The three fae looked at him bewildered,” is there some sort of human taboo against showing newlyweds one another’s baby portraits?” his mother asked in concern. It was a fair question one he himself was actually wondering now considering his husbands panic.

“I-I no, we,” Anxiety was looking between all three,” married? When?”

Roman studied him carefully, did he hit his head? Had the magic from traveling between realms altered his memories. Roman stepped closer,” are you okay, love?” he put a hand on the others forehead,” are you feeling unwell?”

Anxiety’s eyes were filled with fear and confusion as he looked frantically around. “Hey, hey, hey,” Roman repeated himself a few times,” what’s the matter? Anx dearest,” Roman spoke carefully after he waited for the other to breathe for a moment,” are you alright?”

Anxiety looked up panic still splayed on his face but he was already attempting to cover it up with his normal disinterested expression,” s-since when were we married?!”

“When you threw that apple at me?” Roman said confused.

This deepened Anxiety’s troubled expression,” humans,” his eyes darted to Roman’s mothers. “we, it’s not, I didn’t. besidesIhityouinthefacethat’shardlyromantic!” Anxiety looked over at the two women,” not that I wouldn’t but we just,” he looked back at roman,” we haven’t been dating that lo-“ his voice died in his throat as he gestured wildly trying to explain himself.

“Oh,” Roman said softly as he added it together,” Oh!” he exclaimed hitting himself in the head,” I’m sorry Anxiety I completely forgot humans have different customs.”

Anxiety’s rapid breathing slowed,” you’re not mad at me?”

Roman shook his head, at that moment however his mother decided it would be the perfect moment to speak up,” you-you’re not married?”

Virgil was jumping up again he’d seemed to have only for a moment forgotten about the two women,” no- not that I would- I just- it just- humans don’t normally- after such a- a short period of time.”

Roman was elated, Anxiety didn’t want to get married just yet either, part of him felt bad for feeling relieved but he was glad that they were still on the same page relationship-wise. “Well then,” Roman spoke up,” Mother, mama, this is my boyfriend.”

Anxiety smiled at Roman a soft look in his eyes, they’d have to talk more later but for now, they had Roman’s mothers to talk to.

“So, baby portraits?” his mama asked, perhaps she was trying to smooth over the afternoon, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes that definitely suggested otherwise.

“Mama!”

“So, humans have an exchange of rings and a huge party?” Roman asked a slight bit of excitement peeking through his voice.

Virgil giggled at his boyfriend, his reaction caused his entire being to feel like it was being swaddled and hugged. It had been a few hours since they’d gotten back from the fae realm, and because of the magic exposure, they decided to continue their conversation at Virgil’s house. His house was much like Logan’s but instead of science stuff and crystals and books, he had different trinkets from Roman, posters of his favorite bard groups, and general décor that tended to fit the macabre.

“Yes, it’s incredibly dramatic,” Virgil said drinking in the others face as they lay next to one another on Virgil’s old rickety bed. “but don’t let that fool you the wedding industry is a sham.”

“Wedding,” Roman said testing out the word as if he were tasting it, Virgil’s heart fluttered at his expression,” Well when we are ready for marriage, I will sweep you off your feet!”

His stomach was exploding with butterflies his heart squeezing at the words ‘when we are ready’ not just him both of them. “So, you’re not disappointed that we aren’t actually married right now?” Virgil asked voice small.

“Anx,” Roman said softly as he pulled the shorter male closer,” of course not,” he was quiet for a beat,” I was actually scared after the initial shock wore off because I hadn’t really realized that I wasn’t ready either.”

Virgil hugged him, Roman embraced him back his fingers playing with his hair they were quiet for awhile neither speaking just enjoying each other’s presence. “Roman?” Virgil eventually spoke. The fae hummed in response his fingers continuing their ministration in Virgil’s messy hair,” sit up?” he asked him.

The prince did disentangle himself with a grumble,” I wanted to cuddle,” he pouted.

“W-we can get back to that,” Virgil promised running a hand through his hair as he too sat up,” I wanted to tell you something.”

“Okay? Roman asked his expression mainly blank but Virgil could see just a small little inkling of confusion.

“My n-,” he took in a shaky breath, he could do this, he wanted to,” My name is-“

His gaze darted up to Roman who’s eyes were as wide as Virgil had ever seen, his mouth was open slightly in shock. “I-I,” Virgil clenched his fists letting the sensation of his fingernails biting into his flesh ground him,” sorry I just got nervous.”

“Anxiety you don’t ha-“

“It’s Virgil!” he exclaimed, he nervously started muttering to himself,” it’s like a band-aid you just gotta rip it off.”

Roman took Virgil’s face in his hands gently,” Virgil,” he said in an almost reverence, it was like before when he was playing out the syllables of 'wedding' but now instead of just tasting it, he was savoring it. “Virgil,” he repeated clearly enjoying the way the word fell off of his tongue and into the air between them.

“I’m going to kiss you now, is that alright with yo-,” Roman warned but Virgil beat him to it, he surged forward his lips crashing into the others. Romans lips were soft plush and felt like he moisturized them regularly. Virgil knew that his were chapped but Roman simply pushed back into the kiss meeting Virgil’s passion.

Roman accidentally pushed too far however and Virgil fell back onto his bed bouncing up a little as they detached slightly. Laughter burst from Virgil’s chest and Roman laughed back, he began to pepper Virgil with kisses every time he came up, he whispered his name like a quiet prayer.

“T-that tickles roman,” Virgil attempted to hold back his laughter.

Roman quirked an eyebrow as he hovered over the other,” oh tickli-“

A knocking from the front door interrupted them, Roman groaned and Virgil let out a laugh,” that’ll probably be Logan, you did just leave him with no expli-“

“I will be opening the door in one minute, if you are not fully clothed by then, then it is your fault!” Logan interrupted again his tone not betraying any amusement.

Virgil could hear Patton exclaim in shock, he laughed as he clambered up to answer the door, and for once there was nothing wrong in his life.

[ring-anon]

Princess: Albert Kleinman x Diana Murphy

A Dear Evan Hansen Parent AU fic

Warnings: Drunk girl tries to seduce a character, brief mention of a car accident, questionable treat of a person with a disability- not slurs or abuse, just kind of falling into the whole pity mentality if you know what I mean

A/N: My first fic ever! For those that are new to my blog, Diana is Connor’s daughter, Albert/ Al is Jared’s kid. I want to make this a short series, but don’t expect anything soon!

W/C: 2,075

When Diana was 12, she told Al she wanted to be a princess. Al raised an eyebrow at the idea. “Diana, you know this isn’t Disney, right?” Al argued.

“No no no, not like a magic princess. I mean I want to marry into royalty, like the British Monarchy or something.” She explained “If I marry into a family like that, I wouldn’t have political responsibilities or anything, but I could use my influence to change the world for the better, y’know?”

Al shook his head and exhaled deeply. “Okay, like what?”

“I dunno. Maybe start a few charities. Abolish shoulder-based dress code rules. Y’know, small stuff like that” she replied nonchalantly.

Diana was full of spontaneous ideas like that. But the thing is, Diana was the kind of person that could make those ideas come to life.

That’s why Albert Kleinman was severely in love with Diana Murphy.

“Al, I swear you are the only person that would skip a high school football game to read The Hobbit.”

Al groaned. “Dad, I’m really close to the end. I really REALLY would appreciate it very much if you left me alone right now.”

“…Scratch that. I know one other person. That person would be ME my senior year of high school” he remarked. Al planted his face into his book. “Hey bud, I wouldn’t care if you didn’t say last Wednesday that you were going with Diana Murphy. Did you cancel or-?”

“No, but she’ll understand if I can’t go” Al snapped.

Jared sighed. “Al… is this for the reason I think it is-“

“No! …Somewhat? Maybe?” Al closed the book and turned to look at Jared leaning against his door frame.

“Albert Kleinman, you are not going to keep pining and doing nothing about how you feel. It has been since the summer before junior year-“ he lectured.

“End of sophomore year, if you wanna be technical-“ Al added, sliding his hands through his hazelnut locks.

“That’s not better! It drives me and this whole family nuts. If Wiley wasn’t in college he’d be pulling his hair out. And frankly-“ Jared moved to sit on Al’s bed “It kills me to see you so-so- I don’t know, insecure about this? Because I know this seems like a huge conflict, but I promise you, it’s not” he assured. Al looked up at the ceiling, as if he was searching for a reply up there.

“Al- you’re a smart kid. And you two are best friends. Even if she says no, you two have a strong enough bond to make things work out okay in the end. Just- don’t let one challenge stand in the way of you being happy. I’ve let that happen before- believe me, it’s not a good idea.” Al breathed. His dad could be an asshole, but the worst part was that he was usually a correct asshole.

“Well…alright, I’ll go. I’ll text you when I’m there and leaving and such. Also-uh...thanks” Jared smiled and patted Al on the back.

As Jared left he shouted from the hall: “Remember, no matter what happens between you two don’t piss off Mr. Murphy! I learned MANY times firsthand that’s not a good idea!”

The marching band played the fight song. Some trombone was blasting much louder than they needed to be.

“Okay, Al, you’re the one with the musical brother, so… technically how good is our band?” Diana asked. Al shrugged, straining to avoid eye contact with her.

“They’re okay, but Wiley would probably say they were better when he was there. I’d say they look less crowded without his ego on the field.”

Diana scoffed. “You’re not wrong there…” she tapped him on the shoulder “…Hey, you ‘ight?” Al was first to turn his head towards her. Her honey-colored eyes shined under the lights, and her coffee brown locks framed her round face like a painting. Even worse: when Al realized how cold it was outside, he offered her an extra sweatshirt in his car. It was a little big, so Diana hid her hands in the sleeves. Fuck… she’s fucking adorable fuck, Al thought to himself. Diana waved her hands in front of his face. “Earth to Al, we have lost the signal, I repeat, earth to Al!” she teased.

“Huh-uh sorry Di” Al murmured.

Diana crossed her arms. “Al, what’s up? You’ve been off all week. Not coming to my house at all, paying zero attention in English- I repeat, ENGLISH, you damn bookworm- nearly blowing through an intersection, and you always keep your eyes on the road-“

Diana was prepared to keep going but Al interjected: “Okay, okay…you got me. I’m- well…” he figured it was time to be honest “it’s- uh- you.”

She tilted her head. “Me? I don’t understand.”

Al’s stomach turned. “Well, you know, its- I just- you know… it’s your ex.” He was kicking himself in his head at this point.

Diana tilted her head at an even stronger angle. “Um…what? I broke up with Layla months ago, and on good terms. She was going out of state and wanted to start fresh. How is that something to be worried about?”

“Nonono! I mean… do you think you’re gonna start dating again?” Al asked, immediately regretting his decision “Waitno that sounds bad sorry Imean um-“ he stammered.

Diana laughed dryly “Oooh I see. You think I need someone to be a knight in shining armor? Come on Al, you know better than that.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Al sighed. “I mean, I dunno, you seem like you’re interested in someone… maybe?” You are a garbage liar he criticized. He began to glare at his shoes, not wanting to say much.

“Is it that obvious?” Diana asked. Al immediately perked up his head. Diana sighed. “Well… you know Brenda Nox? She gestured to a brunette cheerleader waving her pom-poms. “She..she does things to me.” Diana crooned, followed by burying her face in her hands.

Al smiled softly and patted her on the back. “It’s okay. Unrequited love sucks…” Al swallowed harshly “…but you’ll make it work.”

“Thanks Al…but that’s not all. See, there’s another person I like too” She mumbled.

“Who?” Al questioned.

“I-I can’t even say. It’s really embarrassing, because I like them a lot, and I know they do too-” she confessed.  “-But I want to wait for them. Because I know they can say it. And frankly, I think they should, because they need to know that if they want something…well, they should go for it.”

“Couldn’t agree more. And I hope this person gets their act together.” Al declared, even though her words made his heart sink. Yet, even so, something about her words made Albert have a small, hopeful voice say two words in his head: It’s you.

Al went into concessions to go to the bathroom. He thought he knew the terrain, it was his own high school, but that damn step down before he got to the bleachers always tripped him up- literally. He fell on his knee, catching the attention of a few girls from the visiting school.

“Ohhh wowww are you okaaay?” one of them slurred. When they offered their hand to help him up, he could smell the beer from the ground. He decided to pass and get up himself. “Are you okaaay? You gotta be bllleediiing or somethiiin’” she supposed.

Al took a couple of in-place steps. He knew such a small fall couldn’t affect his legs, but he had a habit of checking. The one girl that offered to pick him up still looked concerned and invested in Al for reasons he didn’t understand. “Oh! I’m fine! I have prosthetics, see?” he lifted his pant leg, then turned to the bleachers.

“Woooah wait. How’d-how’d that happeeen?” she asked, taking a wobbly step closer to him.

Great, he thought. Just try and make this quick. He inhaled and began. “I was in a car accident when I was 5. I was sitting behind the shotgun seat, and the crash impacted there the most. No one was sitting in front of me but the chair was thrown back and crushed my legs. Now if you’ll excuse me I-“

“O-M-G that must have been aawfuuullll!” she squealed a little too loudly, making Al wince. “You poooor thing…well I gotta say-“ she purred, taking a step towards Al. “-you still look preeetty tough to me.” The girl placed an arm on his bicep, causing him to freeze. She was obviously too intoxicated to put together a coherent thought, but he needed to get back to Diana. “Saaay if you feel like it, you aaand your prrreeetty blue eyes could maaaybe drivvve meee hooome, aaand-“

“You know, you’re not supposed to have alcohol on school grounds. There are teachers swarming the place, so I’d suggest you leave.” Al had never been more relieved. Diana was standing behind the girl, arms crossed.

The girl looked at Diana, then back to Al. She scoffed. “Guess I’ll leave you with your giiirlfriiiend.” she sang as she walked away. Al beamed at Diana. He saw her cheeks were pink, probably from the cold.

“Cocoa?” Diana asked. Al gave her a cup. Her smile returned.

“Come on, we’re at 3rd quarter already. We’re losing, but there might be a turn-around, you never know!”

The car ride home was silent, but Al’s mind was screaming. The incident with the girl left Al with a lot of questions. Was she jealous? Or was she just helping you as a friend? Or…both? Frankly, Al didn’t care anymore. At this point he didn’t think he would get any answers to his questions.

“Woah…Al, roll down the windows!” Diana commanded.

Her words got him out of his own question-spiral, but they led to yet another question. “Why the flying fuck would I do that?” he lashed out.

“…to look at the stars. Sorry, Al I didn’t mean to annoy you. Gotta love a short attention span…” her voice trailed off.

Al felt his stomach drop to the lowest it had this evening. He was practically sinking in his seat. “No…Diana you’re good. That one was on me.” He admitted.

Then, he got inspired.

“You don’t have to be home for another hour right?” Al asked.

“Hour AND a half! I made a case to my dad and he caved” she beamed.

“Okay, we’re gonna make a detour then” he declared.

After fifteen minutes of Diana’s nagging, they finally got there: the field where Al’s dad took him and his siblings as a kid to go stargazing. The best part is that he didn’t even have to take the time to get out of the car. He let the sun roof down, and Diana’s mouth immediately went agape. The black sky was littered with stars.

“…Al, you are really something, you know?”

“I mean...I guess I try.” Al took a deep breath. “Diana, there’s- there’s something I wanted to talk to you about” he stammered. Somehow, in exhaustion and hope, he thought this was a good idea.

“Oh jeez, did I do something? Look Al I know I’m blunt but if you ever get offended by something I say you know you can always tell-”

Al’s face turned red “Nononono you didn’t do anything wrong, I just-”

“Al if it’s about the girl earlier, you looked like you needed help.” he was now highly confused. “…It wasn’t me trying to be a knight in shining armor or pity you, I was just acting like I do- y’know, trying to help others when actually-“

“You’re really something else.” Al whispered, his face becoming much closer to hers than it was before.”

“What…what are you…” Diana tried to speak, but she was soon interrupted by Al’s lips slamming fiercely into hers. Al thought Diana tasted vaguely like cherry chapstick, but mostly hot chocolate, and he figured she thought the same. That was the last thought he had before succumbing to full bliss. Al’s hands were shaky, but they eventually found their way to Diana’s waist. Diana ruffled her fingertips through Al’s messy locks. He didn’t even feel this. He also didn’t feel his face burning up at her touch, or any other sensation. All Al felt in that moment was Diana’s lips pressing into his.

 Al had never kissed a princess before. But once Diana left his car that night, after a silent-but-content drive home, he never wanted to stop.

[wouldyoulikeasidewiththat]

Crush

Virgil getting help from the others to figure out, and come to terms with, his giant ass crush on Roman. Patton saves the day. 

Prinxiety, little bits of Logicality. Lots and lots of platonic bonding. Roman literally isn’t even in this, its basically just Patton, Logan, and Thomas helping Virgil through his Stuff.

“VIRGIL!”

Oh, dear God, the puppy had arrived. Virgil was laying down, reading, trying to unwind for once, but now he was shouting and falling off the bed.

“Patton! What th-” Virgil stopped, taking a shaky breath. “We talked about this. What do you not do to the embodiment of anxiety?”

“… Make you more anxious by sneaking up on you?”

“Exactly. Is something wrong? Why are you- what’s up?” Virgil sat up, sighing. He didn’t bother to get off the floor, though Patton invited himself to sit on the bed. He could never really stay mad at that one.

“I wanted to talk to you! Listen, we’re friends, right?” Patton asked, eyes and smile wide and open. Virgil resisted the impulse to shrug. Normally, he’d not be sure, but Patton was … Reassuring.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Patton clapped, reaching to pat Virgil’s head but he dodged it, looking up in warning. Patton didn’t push it, thankfully. The sides didn’t always get personal boundaries, but at least Patton got basic empathy.

“So! We can gossip like friends! For example, I stole Logan’s glasses!”

There was a long moment of quiet, before Virgil had to cover a snort with his hand. “Uh, why?”

“Oh! He’s been staying up all night reading, you know him, but he hasn’t been sleeping as much as he should! He’s been keeping Thomas up. He thinks the more logical train of thought is to study now, catch up on sleep later. So, now he can’t read all night!”

“Patton … while I do appreciate the, uh, sentiment. I think maybe you should give him back his, you know, general eyesight. He could fall, or like, something.” Virgil scolded, trying still to reign in his own amusement. He didn’t mention he’d already known, feeling, and unintentionally fueling, the general anxiety Thomas had been holding about increasing his own book intelligence, without actual classes to keep him on the ball.

Patton pouted for a moment, but then nodded, a slow smile coming over his face. “That sounded a little … Concerned.”

Virgil looked up again, confused. “Patton, that’s kind of my whole thing.”

“Pshh, yeah, but you can’t deny it! You’re starting to like us all more.” Patton said, a little too loud.

Virgil raised an eyebrow, scoffed. But Patton was right, he couldn’t deny it. Patton just squealed in delight when Virgil didn’t argue.

“So, you’re just here to gossip about the other two?”

“Um, of course not. I’m also here to gossip about you! But you know, in a nice way!”

Vigil felt something get tight in his chest, and he stood, finally. “Do you … Do that a lot?”

“Gossip about you?” Patton asked, before it clicked, and he gasped,  jumping up as well. “No, nonono! Oh, goodness. Don’t worry, I’m just using this as an excuse to hang out! And also maybe ask you about your crush! Crush! What a weird drink, right? Pretty great! Am I talking too much again?” And, surely, dark rings began under Patton’s eyes. It always too him a bit longer than the others.

“My wh-?”

“PATTON?!” Logan’s voice echoed, calling from his own room in Thomas’ mind, the way it did when they’d call each other out for a video. Patton winked, grabbing the extra glasses from where they were in his collar, and popped out.

Virgil, alone, finally sat back on his bed.

Crush?

Patton stopped back in later in the night, but only to sent Virgil to bed.

“You know, now I’m just going to toss and turn all night wondering what you’re talking about.”

“You’ll do that anyway, kiddo, but at least this topic isn’t all gloom and doom. It might be good to think about it, even!”

Didn’t Patton know? It wasn’t good to think about anything at night.

It was about 4AM when Virgil bolted upright in bed. “Oh, oh no. No. Not- no.” He didn’t pull back on his jacket, which he’d shrugged off before bed, he just popped over to Patton’s room.

It was dark, the other side sleeping, but a nightlight glowed from the corner. Even with so little light, Virgil could make out just how comfortable, the room seemed. It felt warm. He felt strangely, firmly, at ease. He even felt a bit …  giddy?

Gross.

He didn’t bother waking the moral side, knowing then exactly how the conversation would go, and knowing the persuading comfort of the room could cause some bad conclusions. He popped into Logan’s room instead.

Logan sat, awake, on a stiff looking cot. He barely jolted when Virgil showed up, but he did suck in a breath and press a hand to his chest. “Why does nobody in this head know the basic concept of knocking?”

“You would’ve pretended to be asleep.” Virgil pointed out, knowing Logan the best out of the other sides. They got along decently well, surprisingly. Turns out you can reason yourself into the worst of conclusions pretty easily.

“ … Fair point. What do you need, Virgil?”

“Apparently Heartboy thinks I have  an, er, crush.”

Logan paused, a slight smile coming over his face, and he sat up to look at Virgil more fully. Did he still have his shoes on? Wow.

“Normally, I’d suggest his sentimental spirit to be getting the best of him, and this to be a figment of his imagination,”

“But?”

“You’d not be here if it weren’t true.”

Virgil swallowed, rolling his eyes, trying to muster indignanty. “Chill it, Sherlock, maybe I’m just trying to figure out the logic behind Patton’s crap.”

“Maybe, but you would be able to wait until morning, wouldn’t you?”

And with that, Virgil plopped down to sit on the floor, resting his head in his hands.

“Shut up.”

“So, obviously it’s not me,” Logan began, and Virgil’s head whipped up, giving a warning look. “And it’s not Patton,”

“I really, really don’t need your help with this par-”

“So that leaves two. There’s Thomas, while you two have certainly gotten along well lately, he does not seem a likely candidate considering our unusual connection, and concern, for his wellbeing. It would likely cloud anything beyond platonic affection,”

“Logic,” Virgil hissed, using the title for the first time in awhile, but Logan’s eyes only lit up with victory.

“It may be one of his friends, perhaps Talyn being your similar aesthetic, but circumstances bar one on one interaction with them. So, I’m guessing, perhaps, Roman.”

Virgil prompty covered his face again, face heating up under his hands.

“It makes absolutely no sense.”

“No, none. And yet, here we are. Perhaps, maybe, it is a consequence of your low self worth?”

“What? Oh. I dislike myself so I seek out a  … Romantic interest, who mirrors my deprecation of my worth? He seems incapable of managing even a sincere compliment towards me, but I’m intrigued for some reason by both our banter and his way of presenting. Also he see- oh my god, your room is making me more stressed out than mine.”

“You get used to it. Perhaps, though, it is more a matter of Roman’s recent change in behavior, seeking to show you compassion, reigning in his own vocal clumsiness to attempt civil conversation. Maybe, in your low self esteem, you see Roman as a figure of confidence. With his affection, and therefore validation, perhaps you could emulate his ego and readjust your self-perception. However, there is an issue of dependency, and it would become a drastically unhealthy coping mechanism for underlying issues that would remain unaddressed.”

Then, both sides jumped.  Thomas, it felt, was awake. They were pulled to the common area without a word.

Thomas looked haggard, rough from an uneasy attempt at sleep. Virgil immediately felt a wave of guilt. 

“Who let you two alone together in the middle of the night?” He groaned, shaking his head.

“My apologies, Thomas, it’s only that dark, gloomy, and bothersome-”

“Oi!” Thomas scolded sharply, and feeling more at ease without the weight of logic, Virgil almost smiled. Almost.

“Came into my room, concerned about his little cru-”

“Crush, weird drink, huh? I’m gonna, you know, let you get back to bed. Sorry for keeping you up again. Gotta head out, night.”

“You get your butt back in here, right now, Virgil. Crush? On Roman, right?”

Virgil threw his hands up, exasperated. “Did everyone know before me?”

Thomas and Logan looked at each other, then back at Virgil.

In sync, they shrugged, “Yeah.”

“I mean, you did kind of check him out, that time.” Thomas pointed out.

“Which time?” Logan chimed in, laughing at his own joke, while Thomas had the manners to only repress a grin.

“Well. I’m moving to the space under my bed, see you guys never.” Virgil excused, going to slip out again, but Thomas caught his arm. 

It was unusual to touch in the common room, only possible with stand ins during the videos, as all the sides did technically only manifest as a convenient way to express certain emotions, usually. Still, here it was, Thomas reaching out.

“No way are any of us getting any sleep until we address this, Verge.”

“I did not okay that nickname.”

“What were you two talking about, anyway?”

Logan stepped forward, straightening his perpetual tie. Virgil wondered if he ever took it off, even to sleep. Out of all the sides, the only one who had any actual excuse to be nocturnal was Roman, conjuring up the adventures Thomas would travel in his dreams, but luckily, the side’s activity cycle fell in line with Thomas’, attributes working even as they rested.

Would Roman be awake anyway, now? Would the commotion of emotion wake him up? Wake Patton up?

What if they popped in?

“Ah, well, for starters, the likelyhood all young adults will cling to any affection presented by one we, even secretly, admire, but that it does not realistically always work out.”

“Oh, goodness, we’re sitting down for this one. Do not speak until I get back. Sit.” Thomas demanded, and the sides shared a look while both going to protest. Thomas held up a single finger, quieting them, and went to the kitchen.

He came back with hot chocolate for the three of them, and Virgil plopped down on the last stair, while Logan commandeered the couch.

“Thanks, I guess.” Virgil mumbled, reluctantly sipping. 

He loved it.

“So, let me get this right. You think your crush may be a result of your low self confidence, making you interested in Roman because he’s been being nice?”

“Yeah. I mean, that or because he sucks at being nice.”

“Oh boy. Listen, I know you’re not going to like this, but I don’t think we can have this discussion without Patton here.”

“What? Why? What could he possibly contribute to the conversation we can’t?” Logan asked, crossing his arms defensively.

“Emotional intelligence! I love you guys, I do, and you both are invaluable to my wellbeing, but there is a reason there is more than one or two of you! You may fight, you may cause conflict in me, but at the end of the day, you balance each other out. You balance me out, when I’m too far one way or another about an issue! I think you guys forget, you’re not competing, you all have your place in any conversation. So, of course I think Patton should be here for this. It’s discussion of something he understands better than any of us can, but I’ll respect if you don’t want him involved.”

It was quiet for a beat, Logan sighed, “He is right. Patton isn’t always the most logical, per say, but he does far surpass either of us in matters of the heart. He’d be … A valuable asset to the conversation. ”

Virgil took a breath, sipped his drink, and nodded solemnly. “Fine. Bring on Cupid.”

Without being called, Patton popped in.

“How-?” Thomas began, but Patton, grinning widely, put a finger to his lips.

“I come when I’m needed.” Patton said, waving his hand dismissively. “Now. Let’s talk about this, kiddo.”

Virgil didn’t speak, only shrugged, suddenly hyper aware he was without his hoodie when his hand couldn’t be enveloped in his sleeve as he ran a hand through his hair, pulling his mused bangs into place. Patton, going to sit next to the other, quietly offered the cardigan from around his neck. Virgil ducked his head as he accepted it, pulling it over his T-shirt. Patton cooed fondly.

“So, Virgil is nervous his feelings for Roman are a result of his low self esteem, as either Roman is a figure he admires who is showing him affection and validating him, or he’s being cruel, which falls in line with Virgil’s own skewed self perception.” Thomas explained, and Patton was uncharacteristically quiet, thinking for a while.

“It is what makes the most logical sense, as there seems very little reason for their personalities to capture any hint of romantic chemistry.”

Patton looked up at Logan, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

Logan looked taken aback, cocked his head. “What, what?”

“It’s … A crush. Haven’t you ever-?” Patton took a breath, gathering his patience, and grinned. “Have you ever had a crush before?”

And, abruptly, Logan was flustered, pushing his glasses up his face, stuttering and checking his watch, “Me? Wh- of cour- what? It’s getting late- I-”

“So! You have!” Patton announced, delighted. Thomas laughed.

“That- yeah, I guess you have a point.”

“What point?” Virgil finally spoke, slouched enough to look up at everyone in the room.

“These things aren’t logical. They’re not supposed to make sense. We rarely have feelings for only the people it makes sense for us to, kiddo, we’re not magnets, we’re not only attracted to what we think we should be. You are … So complex, so full of emotions you have barely began to understand, and while you absolutely might be, on some level, seeking validation, it’s not because you’re attracted to him! It’s not why you’re attracted to him! It’s just how you react to all of us, because you want to be a part of something, but you need a response to understand you are sometimes. And that’s okay! Listen, hasn’t Logan been nearly as insulting as Roman at all junctures? Even when you’re on the same side of an argument, you two still manage to fight!”

Virgil felt himself loosen a fist he hadn’t noticed he’d made, muscles in his arms relaxing. Oh.

“I mean, he and I don’t get along perfectly.” Virgil admitted, and Logan looked to be contemplating. 

“So, if Virgil was only seeking to be treated badly to reflect his own self worth,”

“He’d seek you out. Especially as, while Roman can be more childish, you tend to have some sort of reasoning behind why you’re arguing, or insulting. It always hurts to be insulted, but when you can’t argue it,” Thomas filled in, and Virgil pipped up,

“It’s way worse. I mean, I think it bothers me more when you insult me, because you’re the one I’ve always felt kinda, you know, gets me. More than the others, at least.” He admitted, and Logan looked stricken, straightening up where he sat but his eyes falling. 

“I’m- I’ve never thought nearly enough about that.” Logan said, voice quiet, and Virgil shrugged.

“I just mean, I dunno, at the start it always felt like it was me against the world. But when you started to side with me, it made me feel like I might actually, well, belong. Like we were friends.”

Logan looked up, shaking his head. “Virgil, I may stand at odds with you on certain issues, and I may not always watch what I say enough, but we are absolutely friends.”

Virgil flushed, and had to try to hide a smile that broke out on his face. “Mutual … bud.”

Logan smiled back, surprisingly soft and sincere.

Patton, grinning wide and ecstatic, clapped. “Oh! That! Was! So! Good! You guysss!” he was shouting, so the others all shushed him, and he went quiet abruptly. They waited for a moment, thankfully without Roman coming to see what all the noise was about.

“So, okay, pure self hate ruled out. But-” Virgil began.

“But you also aren’t only seeking his approval. We all, in different measures and different stages, seek approval of those we admire. Of course we do. But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel genuine, healthy emotion for someone despite this, or alongside this. If this crush had only sparked because Roman had began to be nice to you, it wouldn’t make sense for it to have been an ongoing, quiet part of the way you communicate with him!”

“… Has it been?”

“Gosh, you guys are bad at this.” Patton said, sounding positively endeared. “Of course it has. For you to seek his approval, first would have to come the attraction and admiration. You wish you could be more cheery sometimes, sure, but you don’t wish yourself reckless, or so headstrong, you don’t wish yourself loud, you don’t wish you were more imaginative, you’re not just seeking out qualities you wish you had. In fact, you and Roman actually share quite a few traits! You are just as imaginative as he is, just because you’re more nightmare than daydream doesn’t mean you don’t have an ability for incredible wonder. You both are the most motivating assets of Thomas’ personality, working together to push his ambition, his skill, his dreams. If you weren’t there to keep from the backslide, Roman wouldn’t be able to move Thomas forward towards his goals alone! And, of course, Logan and I contribute, but that’s a part of Thomas that you two are best at pushing to be the best it can be! You admire Roman for everything about him, even the things that occasionally frustrate you, because you two are so much more compatible than you’d imagine!”

Virgil was staring off, thinking, and hummed. “ … So I just … Like Roman?”

Logan, looking impressed, merely nodded. “Seems like it.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” Thomas agreed, proud smile only as subdued as he could make it.

Virgil nodded in response. “Huh. Strange.”

“Stranger things have happened.” Logan admitted, but then looked up with a sly grin, and Thomas pointed at him, O'ing.

“Nice.”

“How is that reference even related?” Virgil asked, finally looking around.

“Because you’re just chalk full of spooky, young man!” Patton teased, back to his regular playfulness, and he shared a nod with Logan, who was finally taking a sip of his hot (now warm) chocolate.

Then, in the midst of laughing, Patton went dead quiet, eyes narrowing.

“Uh, Patton?” Thomas asked, concerned, and Virgil and Logan froze like deers caught in the headlights.

“Did you guys … Have hot chocolate without me?”

Patton sounded some strange mix of heartbroken and vengeful, and Logan was across the room in moments.

“Here, here, have mine. You deserve it.” Logan offered, handing over the mug, his brain emblem stamped on the side. Patton hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded, pacified.

“We can share.” Patton insisted, getting up now to stretch and walk towards the couch, and Logan pushed his glasses up, muttering an agreement, hiding his face behind his hand.

When both were across the room, Thomas sat with Virgil.

“You okay?”

“Honestly? I think so. I was so stressed about the why of it, you know? It’s nice to feel like I can just … Feel it, like it doesn’t need a reason.”

Thomas nodded in understanding. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Virgil looked, all things considered, surprisingly at ease. “No idea. Probably nothing, just pine from afar until it’s unavoidable or someone inevitable and embarrassingly spills the beans. Seems … Kinda Roman-tic right?”

Thomas wheezed out a laugh, shaking his head. “Oh no, they’re influencing you.”

Virgil scrunched his nose up, smiling crookedly, and with great affection said, “Yeah, I guess they are.”