#ro: l roman

[halfhissandwich]

This is what your favorite sanders sides ship says about you. (This isn’t serious, lol)

Karrot Kings: Your priority is keeping things wholesome, uncontroversial and most likely canon.

Thomas x any side: You will NOT explain how it works, you just make the fanart and have fun with it.

Nico x any side: You like Karrot Kings, but a bit less healthy.

DRLAMP: You will scramble to explain that Roman and Remus are platonic. It’s okay, buddy, we know.

Logicality: You’ve been in the fandom for a long time.

Logince: Your ideal relationship dynamic is not enemies to lovers. It’s enemies AND lovers.

Analogical: Your ideal relationship dynamic is two people with common sense being put up with everyone else’s nonsense.

Loceit: The same joke as analogical, plus alcohol.

Intrulogical: You’re a firm believer in the power of triggering your boyfriend’s anger issues for funsies.

Royality; Your ideal relationship dynamic is best friends to lovers engaged in wacky hijinks.

Moxiety: You want good things for Virgil.

Moceit; Your ideal relationship dynamic is two dads realizing that instead of fighting for custody, they could just get married.

Intruality: Your ideal relationship dynamic is “hi daddy x oh my god how did you get in my house”

Prinxiety: You enjoy the dynamic of two boyfriends talking crap about their enemies.

Roceit: You like the idea of prinxiety, but you like angst even more.

Remrom: You think that since they’re all the same person anyway, it’s not as weird if they call each other brother. It’s still weird. Go take a shower and reflect.

Anxceit: Your ideal relationship dynamic is stalking your ex.

Dukexiety: Your ideal relationship dynamic is stalking.

Dukeceit: Your ideal relationship dynamic is best friends to lovers engaged in wacky hijinks, but like in an Disney villain way.

Loyality (L x P x Ro): You wanted to ship all the light sides, or you shipped Royality and wanted them to annoy Logan.

Analogince (L x V x Ro): You’re a firm believer in the power of two boyfriends with common sense babysitting their boyfriend who lacks common sense.

Royaliceit (Ro x P x J): You don’t understand why all the ship wars exist when Janus has two hands. Technically six.

Intruloceit (Re x L x J): You want Logan to join the dark sides.

Intruloceitxiety (Re x V x J x L): You want Logan to join the dark sides, but you want him to hesitate.

Intrumoceit (Re x J x P); You like the idea of Intruloceit, but you like Patton even more.

Intruanxceit (Re x V x J): You either wanted to ship the dark sides or you’re just… really sad.

Royalixiety (P x V x Ro): Your interest in shipping Loyality is outweighed by you wanting good things for Virgil.

Logicaliceit (J x P x L): You REALLY want good things for Patton.

(Might add to this later by request lol)

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Because I am a slut™ for genderfluid!Virge....

Human au where Remus constantly brags to his brother and friends and anyone who will listen about his online boyfriend and girlfriend. He gets poetic and swoons like some sort of 19th century poet. Roman is appalled because he thinks Remus is cheating.

And then Virgil moves into town and he gets a job at a coffee shop. Roman's favorite coffee shop. And they meet and Roman's first thought is, this guy is Remus' type, better keep him away.

And then like a week later, Roman regrettably has Remus with him, because Remus wants to introduce him to his boyfriend later, and he needs caffeine for that. He's praying that the edgy guy isn't working. He's in luck, the guy isn't there, but a new woman is, and she's also Remus' type!

And Remus can't help but flirt a little. Roman understands but he doesn't like it. He doesn't like that she flirts back. How dare Remus whore himself around like this when he's supposed to introduce his boyfriend to his brother!

Roman is seething for the rest of the day until it's time for Remus' boyfriend to show up for movie night. He's the one who opens the door ready to rat his brother out.

And he is stunned when the barista from earlier is there, like she were invited. And then Remus pushes him aside and leaps into her arms.

Remus explains that this absolute death goddess is Virge, his girlfriend and boyfriend! And a total babe!

Roman just faints, unable to take anymore whiplash, and because he's dramatic. Movie night goes well after he gets up again but Remus holds it against him forever

Y E S I fucking L O V E Genderfluid!Vee and this S O fucking much oml XD!!! I absolutely adore how dramatic and oblivious Ro is he will not stand for his brother shooting his shot with this Emo barista woman and being uncommited when his boyfriend is out there waiting to be introduced but little did he know Ree had a two for one deal all along XD

[asksanderssides]

Can each of you say one thing you all like about the side to the right of you? (Your right that is, as well when standing in your own designated spots)

Roman: Where do I start with Patton? He's kind, he gets my sense of humour, and he's the softest little puffball we've got!

Patton: Aww, Roman, you're so sweet! I know Janus puts up a tough exterior, but I think he cares about us all a lot.

Janus: I absolutely do not. Anyway, Logan sometimes seems to be the only other one with a brain cell around here, and he has good taste in wine.

Logan: Virgil is actually very thoughtful, I very much liked the secret santa gift he gave to me, and I appreciate the amount of effort he put into it.

Virgil: Don't mention it, L. Wait, ew, do I really have to do this? Ok fine, I guess Remus was always good at finding cool horror films for movie nights.

Remus: You know, I do really appreciate Ro-bro sometimes. With him around, nobody can doubt that I'm the coolest Creativity!

Roman: Well, that wasn't remotely nice.

[rxigns-rxman]

~Can’t Remember To Forget You~

Roman Reigns x Reader

This is the first thing I’ve ever written on here and I wrote it at like 1am but I couldn’t get it out of my head so😭

You’re sitting at the announcers table, the RAW Women’s Championship Title resting on your lap as you watch the match commence.

Roman Reigns vs Drew McIntyre.

“What a match so far!” Michael says from the middle of the table, causing you to turn your head to him. You nod, a small smile on your lips.

“It’s a damn match, that’s for sure. You know, from what I’m seeing right now, I might have to retract my bet with Seth.” You laugh, turning your head back towards the ring. The sentence sparked curiosity from the announcers, naturally.

“We made a bet, I said Drew was gonna win and he said Roman..looks like he’s gonna end up right after all.” You say, a small sigh coming from your gloss covered lips, your smile still there.

You continue to watch the match, trying to not feel so affected by the subtle glances Roman keeps sending your way every time he’s facing towards you.

The announcers chat and talk about the match as it continues, a lot of gasps and exclamations coming from the entire arena. Roman has the upper hand as he knocks Drew to the mat after beating him and tiring him out, a small grin rising on his lips. He turns his head, looking directly at you. You look right back at him for a moment, before you look away.

You turn your head back just in time to see Roman superman punch Drew, resulting in him falling to the mat.

“1,2,3!”

“And here is your winner, and still your world heavyweight champion, Roman Reigns!”

Cheers, yells, whistles and everything positive erupts in the arena. Michael Cole gets it out there about how happy he is. You laugh and look over at the ring, your eyes landing on Roman’s face. He’s staring at you again.

He’s holding his title belt in his right hand by his side, a smirk on his face as he looks right at you.

You swallow, a smile growing on your lips. You begin to feel shy, causing you to look down at the belt on your lap. Your smile turns into a grin as your cheeks flush slightly, Michael prodding you verbally, wanting to know what’s going on between you and Roman.

“What’s this?? Roman making Y/N shy?!” He exclaims in disbelief, not expecting anything like this to happen.

Roman rests on the ropes, his forearms resting on the top rope, the belt hanging down as he looks right at you. How are you supposed to not be shy?

You look back up at him and inhale a sharp breath through your parted lips, a small smile still on your lips.

That smirk, that stance, that..demeanour reminds you all too well of what occurred the night before this very moment.

The hand on your waist, the one on your cheek as yours rested comfortably on his muscular torso. The passion, the warmth, the love. A kiss like none you have ever experienced.The moonlight shining down on your figures as you admit your feelings to one another in that kiss that both of you had yearned for.

You laugh quietly to yourself, shaking your head as you look down at your hands, his gaze still lingering on you.

You clear your throat and lift your head back up, looking at him again after taking your mic off. You stand up, resting your title belt on your right shoulder as you make your way towards the ring. He instantly leans down, getting close to you, listening to what you have to say with that same damn smirk on his lips. The same one that made you feel so intoxicated the night before.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that, Ro..cuz when you look at me, the only memory is us kissing in the moonlight. And you just don’t understand what it’s doing to me..”

You look up at him, your eyes shining with something that only Roman could pick up on. He grins and looks from your eyes to your lips, only subtly.

“I look at you to remember that memory, sweetheart.”

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I literally kept listening to that song and just thought of this random scenario so😭

If you liked it then comment anything you want me write or just something nice lmao, love ya!

[riptideripley]

Chapter Five of: Addicted

word count:1,172

warnings!!! - knife mention

Roman got up bright and early to make sure he wasn’t late for whatever this meeting was about. Once he arrived though, everything in the room seemed off.

Dom sent them to a location he was unfamiliar with, soon realizing this was a..warehouse? He shook his bad thoughts off and walked inside, seeing Andrade who looked scared out of his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t have shook those thoughts o-

“Roman..” Dom spoke, breaking him from his thoughts, glancing over at Dom who seemed to be smiling. The room was dimly lit so he couldn’t hardly see shit. “Have a seat” Dom spoke and pushed a chair next to Andrade. Roman hesitantly sat down, avoiding all types of eye contact.

Doms POV

I smiled as I looked between the two of them. “So..Damian and Liv told me everything. Before you even speak, I’ll talk to Rhea myself. Until then I would like to speak to both of you about it.” I spoke as I sat down in the chair I had facing towards them. Poor Andrade looked scared out of his mind, it was cute though.

“L..Look Dom, it was her idea and I feel stupid for even going through with it alright?” Roman spoke, making me turn my attention to him. Well at least someone confessed here. “I see..what about you Andrade?” I looked over at him, flashing him a smile. He didn’t respond.

I stood up and walked closer to him, picking up a knife which got his attention quickly.

“D-Dom look what he said was right ok man? Just..please put that down” he spoke very quickly, making me chuckle. “So all of that was her idea? Even when you were going to talk to her that week when I decided to face Gunther?” I spoke, lifting his chin with the tip of the knife. I glanced over to Roman who just said there silently, like he should. Suddenly Liv appeared from behind me, rolling out a chair that she strapped Rhea to.

Rhea just looked at me with this scared look on her face, making me smile. I tossed the knife to Liv, switching spots with her as I walked over next to Rhea.

“Everything is fine ok mami?” I spoke softly, stroking a piece of hair out of her face as I smiled.

Just fine.

Timeskip. No ones POV.

Roman ran to his car before shit got crazy, not even caring about what happened in there. He was just lucky that Liv agreed to let him go, catching his breath once he got in his car.

Checking his phone to see 15 missed calls from Seth. Shit. He didn’t even bother to call, just sending him a quick ‘Im fine’ message as he drove away from the warehouse. Rhea flashing in his mind and how scared she looked, she must’ve never thought Dom would get pushed to this of all things.

He came to a red light and sat there waiting, feeling someone staring at him. He glanced to his left as his eyes widened. It was Liv. She just smiled and waved at him, as if she didn’t almost kill A- he was in the backseat. Andrade. Roman just turned his head back to the road in front of him, speeding off when the light turned green.

Damian’s residence.

Damian had called Roman to see if they could talk about this whole thing so he agreed, pulling into the driveway. He noticed quickly Seth’s car was out front as well and sighed, getting out of the car and walking to the front door.

Two knocks. The door opened to Damian’s tall figure, flashing a smile. “Hey Ro” he heard Seth call out and waved at him, walking into the house.

“How’d the meeting go with Dom?”

“It went..well” he spoke hesitantly, which only Seth seemed to notice but brushed it off.

“So to just cut everything short, do you want a relationship with her?” Damian asked, leaning back in his seat. Roman shook his head no almost instantly. Why would he want a relationship with Rhea after the shit he just had to witness?? “I see..well I suggest you talk to her and just drop everything with her alright?”

“Yeah Ro, I agree with him. I mean she’s with Dom so it’ll never work and it’s just causing issues between th-“ Seth’s words were cut off with a knock at the door. Damian stood up and opened it, revealing a shaken Rhea.

“Sis..you alright?” Damian asked, helping her inside. She was just quiet, heading upstairs to the spare bedroom she always stayed in. Roman just looked at her, the only one who knew why she was so quiet.

Rheas POV.

Why..that’s my only question. Why. I sighed, sitting down on the bed. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I immediately sent a text to Liv.

Livvie.

Hey, can we talk?

Livvie: Why should we?

Well I just have questions. And where did Dom go?

Livvie: He’s with me Rhea. If that concerns you any

I sat there confused, tossing my phone somewhere on the bed. This was all my fucking fault. I heard a knock at the door, feeling too tired to open it. “It’s unlocked” I spoke out, watching as the door opened to reveal Roman.

“Hey..they told me to come talk to you so that’s what I’m gonna do. You alright?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I just nodded, waiting for him to begin speaking.

“Good. Well I know you’re with Dom and all of that so we have to cut things off, alright?” he told me to which I just looked at him.

“Yeah..I get it. How’s uh you and Seth?” I quickly changed the topic, not wanting to continue this. “Things are the same as last time we talked” he spoke with that pretty smile of his following after.

“You seem tired so I’ll let you get some rest, just call me if you need anything ok? We’re friends and nothing more.” I nodded at his words and watched him leave, resting my body down on the soft bed below me. What the fuck is my life right now?

No ones POV.

After Roman left, he was completely unaware of what Rhea had endured.

Liv and Dom were at her house, sitting on the couch having a few drinks. “So what are you gonna do?” Liv asked him, setting her glass down.

“I’ll talk to her and we’ll go from there. I don’t know if she’ll even want to talk to me after all of that but it’s worth a shot” he responded, downing the rest of his drink. “And Andrade?” she reminded him, glancing towards the stairs.

“We’ll deal with that later.” Liv smiled at his words, throwing her legs over his lap. Dom smiled and gently caressed her legs, humming as he turned the TV on.

Turning the TV up to muffle out Andrade’s pleads of course.

[nandysparadox]

A Wish Your Heart Makes - Ch.5 ♡

No matter how your heart is grieving

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Rated T - CW: angst (with comfort), emotional abuse and manipulation, slight physical abuse (patton is knocked against the wall), destruction of personal things, magical compulsion - WC: 5385

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“I have to say, your Highness, you’ve truly surprised me,” L commented, as he poured Roman a cup of tea, “Throwing a ball geared towards finding your consort? It’s a bold strategy, but I appreciate the initiative.”

V scoffed from his seat across the table. “Bold isn’t the word I’d use. Suspicious is more like it. I find it hard to believe that you’ve suddenly had a change of heart regarding all of this and decided to take such a drastic measure.” V narrowed his bright purple eyes, taking a sip of his tea. It just… phased through the shadows that made up his body. Roman would never get used to seeing that. “What are you scheming, Princey?”

“What? Uh– me? Why, I’d never—” Roman struggled around an excuse, but it wouldn’t pass his lips. He sighed, smiling sheepishly. “It’s nothing harmful,” he settled on.

V hummed, unimpressed.

“C’mon, V,  Ro has finally done something interesting for once,” Remus whined, reaching over his seat to throw an arm around V’s shoulders. V genuinely hissed in response. “Maybe he’s even gotten the stick out of his ass! Don’t ruin this for me.”

Roman shook his head, amused, as Remus and his consort began to bicker like they always did. A hand tapped his shoulder while he took a sip of his tea.

“Nothing harmful, you say?” L whispered, so only Roman could hear. “Then I imagine this has nothing to do with your merchant boy, has it, Florian?”

Roman choked. He put down his teacup, clearing his throat.

“The ball is for the people,” he said, firmly, to the three of them. It wasn’t a lie, really. “That sort of celebration shouldn’t be reserved only for the Court, and if I am to choose a consort, I’d hope to give all folk equal opportunity. I can’t do that if I only mingle with the Gentry.”

V tapped against the table, sighing. “I suppose I can get behind that.”

As he took the tea tray away, L shot him a knowing smile. Roman averted his eyes. Truth be told, he had no clue what were the chances that this plan would work. But… he needed to try. He had to act now, or else Cinder might just slip from his fingers forever.

Roman couldn’t let that happen, not without at least making his feelings known.

—♡—

Patton carefully balanced the sash around his shoulders as he strode through the corridor — stitching throughout the hemline to keep the fabric from fraying, all with one hand. He looped the thread at the end and drove the needle through the light blue cloth to tie it into a finishing knot. Pulling the knot tight, he snapped the leftover thread with his teeth. There it was. Patton smiled. He had the luck to snag an old suit at the market for a bargain, and after days of relentless work fixing it up, all that was left for him to do was add the final touches.

As he reached the attic stairs, Jaq came scampering down the banister and lept right over to Patton’s shoulder.

“Hi, buddy,” Patton said, scratching the little mouse’s head with his finger. “Aren’t you excited today, huh?”

Jaq bumped up against his palm with a chirp, drawing a giggle from him. Patton climbed up the stairs with a pep in his step.

“Well, I know I am,” he said, booping Jaq’s snout. He leaned down and whispered, voice barely containing his enthusiasm. “Today’s the day of the Ball, finally!”

Even though it should’ve occupied his mind, working diligently on his suit for the past few days hadn’t discouraged any of the mounting excitement he felt. As he pinned swathes of fabric into place, he found himself daydreaming more often than not, imagining the palace and the ballroom and the glittering lights so vividly it felt as if he was there. And now, he wanted nothing more than to rush to his mannequin and dive back into sewing all the remaining details until time passed just a little faster.

As he reached the top of the stairs, humming a little tune under his breath, he unlocked the door that led into the attic and walked in.

Only to freeze on the spot. Jaq ducked under his sash, trembling.

The Faerie stood by his makeshift wire mannequin, right in the middle of his room, her back to the door. Sunlight streamed between the open blinds, lighting up the dust in the air. Boxes and old furniture surrounded every corner of the space. Her long golden hair swayed as she turned to face him, a toothy grin splitting her lips. Her eyes widened, a little wild.

“Oh, hello there, dear,” She crooned, swinging her hip to the side, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Patton swallowed and squared his shoulders. He gave her a pleasant smile, bowing slightly. “Good afternoon, miss.”

Jaq managed to dart into his pouch undetected. Patton relaxed slightly but kept the perfect posture. It was okay. He could handle this.

The Faerie sauntered towards him. “I only came to the attic to pay a visit to my little darling,” she cooed, her hand coming up to pinch Patton’s cheek. He held back a wince. “I did not expect to find such a beautiful little ensemble here.”

“Ah, well,” Patton chuckled nervously, taking a subtle step back. “It’s just a new project…”

“I see that!” The Faerie said with a delighted clap. She tilted her head to look at his suit, clasping her hands together. “Oh, you are such a talented little thing, aren’t you? Made yourself an elegant little suit and everything. What sort of fabric did you use? I don’t believe I’ve seen this blue kind around here,” She circled around him and tugged at his sash. Patton shifted his weight. “Oh, but I shouldn’t question that, you are one natural scavenger, aren’t you?”

Patton bit the inside of his cheek as she parted from his side and strode back to the mannequin. She lifted a sleeve and ran her fingers over the silver fringe on the hem.

“Oh, I can only wish I had such a captivating outfit,” The Faerie lamented, flicking a tassel. “Especially today. I’m attending a ball, in the Royal Palace, if you can believe me,” she said, glancing at Patton as she dropped the sleeve. “The little princelet’s latest endeavor. I refused the invitation, at first, and when I changed my mind I thought that surely I must’ve missed my chance, but wouldn’t you know what I found…”

The Faerie reached into her pocket and flicked up an envelope, smiling. The parchment had been folded in half, its corners marked by ashen fingertips.

Patton’s heart sank.

“An invite. Wasn’t it just my luck I encountered it amidst your things?” The Faerie said, with the same cadence of someone who’d apologize as they willingly pushed you off a cliff. “Of course, I haven’t the slightest idea about how it would’ve gotten in your hands.”

She slinked behind the dress form, laying her hand on the garment’s shoulders.

“After all, who in their right mind would invite a puny little human to the Royal Ball?” Her nails dug into the seam that connected the sleeve to the armhole — and with an innocent flutter of her eyelashes, she yanked. The thread snapped, and the sleeve tumbled down to the floor, mercilessly torn from its body piece. The Faerie dodged it as she walked away, not sparing it another glance. “That’d be ridiculous.”

Patton shuffled wordlessly toward the dress form, eyes wide in disbelief. He touched the ripped seam, a gash through the outfit he’d spent hours mending. The fabric frayed under his fingertips.

It wouldn’t be difficult to fix. He could patch it up, sew the sleeve back on, maybe even in time for the ball. A wave of sorrow rose in Patton’s throat, and he clutched his fingers around the suit’s lapel.

But that didn’t matter, did it?

A hand brushed against his lower back and trailed up his spine, settling on his shoulders. “But, of course, that isn’t the only thing I found tracking your scraps of thread,” The Faerie whispered — her voice made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Her fingers rose to press against the curve of his throat, impossibly cold. “You’ve been keeping secrets, haven’t you, my little apprentice?”

He stared at her, helpless, as she detached from his side and slid over to the attic door. The Faerie twisted the handle, glancing back at him without a hint of her usual false delight.

“Follow me.”

Patton did so, hands trembling and hopelessly confused. She left no room to argue in her tone of voice. The stairs creaked beneath his feet with each step he took. The Faerie did not say another word as she guided him through the manor, and it made it all the worse.

It was when they rounded the main stairwell that he understood. They came to a stop there, and his chest caved in. Jaq squirmed inside his pouch, as if sensing his distress, and Patton prayed it wouldn’t try to escape. If it was caught, there wasn’t a thing he could say now that would save it. The Faerie gestured to the hollow space under the stairway, her piercing gaze trained on Patton.

“Come on then, it’s unlocked,” she said, drumming the tips of her fingers against the wall. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve hidden under there, hm?”

Patton stood there, feet rooted to the ground, for a moment too long, and The Faerie cocked her head to the side, hair falling over one of her eyes. She raised an eyebrow.

“Or do you expect me to crouch?”

Panic spiked in his chest and sent him into motion. Patton bent down and slipped under the stairs at her command. He lowered to his knees and planted his hands against the small, wooden door melded to the wall, his legs shaking. It opened for him with a click. He didn’t have the chance to thank the house. With a shuddering breath, he reached inside, past the door. 

One by one, he drew all his things out of the crawlspace. 

The burrow wasn’t empty by any means, but most of his collection, the human items he kept, had been steadily replaced by traded goods. Glass cups of all shapes. Drops of potions in flasks. Gems, crystals, coins. Charms and jars, little silver boxes. Much less fabric, now that he’d sewn his suit. His shoulders slumped as he lined them up on the floorboards. Patton tried to find comfort in the monotonous repetition of organizing, to admire the beauty of them at least one last time, but he couldn’t. He felt as if on the edge of a pier, like one harsh wind could shove him into the sea.

When Patton was done, he placed his hands on his lap, waiting for the storm.

He heard The Faerie approach him, “Say, dear, are you a thief?”

Patton clutched the ragged fabric of his pants. “No, miss.”

“Have you stolen these items?”

“I haven—”

“Then how else did you get your hands on them?” A pause. “Why, if you’ve been here cooped up at the manor, as you so often complain, I don’t see how you could’ve acquired all this treasure. Unless, of course—”

She droned on. Twisting her words, circling a conclusion the both of them knew she’d already come to — for no other reason other than to see him struggle, to keep the upper hand even when she already had him in her grasp. Prolonging the inevitable, like she always did. The Faerie paced behind Patton as she spoke, her voice growing louder with every passing second. Her shoes clicked against the hardwood floor, again and again in a cacophony of noise. His hands tightened into fists, nails digging into his palms, and it was all too much, too much for him, he had to—

“They’re for you!” Patton cried out, gasping.

“…For me?”

He kept his eyes firmly on the crevices between the floorboards, chin quivering. That was it. It would be now, or never. 

“I want to make a deal.”

Her feet clicked audibly as she stopped behind him. The Faerie was silent for a moment, and then she spoke. “Get up then, dear,” she said. “We don’t speak of deals on our knees, it’s undignified.”

Patton scampered away from under the staircase, careful to dodge the things set out of the crawlspace. The Faerie made way for him, and when he chanced a proper glance at her, she seemed… intrigued. Curiosity had taken the place of cold steel in her eyes. A dangerous, fickle, sliver of hope sparked in his heart.

“Well, then,” she said, flicking her hand, “What is it that you want?”

“I want to trade these,” Patton said, as level as he could make it. He looked at her straight on, hoping to muster up an image of confidence he didn’t truly feel, “F-For my name back.”

The Faerie hummed, and Patton held his breath as she elegantly curved down to pick up a blown glass goblet. She examined it, and then, for a moment that seemed to last years, she trailed her finger down its stem, which had been expertly sculpted into the shape of a flower.

With a tilt of her head and a cruel quirk of her lips, she slackened her grip. The goblet fell, shattering into a thousand little shards of glass on impact.

Patton thought his heart might’ve done the same.

She began to laugh. High, strident, piercing cackles that made Patton’s head ring. Her shoulders shook with it, lips wrenching into a smile as sharp as a blade. A thunderous crash split through the air, followed by several more. Patton’s hands flew up to his mouth, and he watched in growing horror as more and more glass smashed against the floor — as potions spilled from cracked lids and metal boxes clanged and busted open. All that he’d worked for all these years, crushed beneath her heel.

“Your name, is it?” The Faerie growled, laughter twisting into a snarl. “So you’ve been scheming behind my back, in my own manor? Playing games?” Her voice dropped into something low and dangerous. “You’ll find I can play games too, darling—”

She stalked forward, eyes glinting silver.

“—It’s a lot scarier when you’re the pawn.”

Another glass crashed and shattered before him. The shards flew too close to his feet for comfort. Patton flinched and jerked away, chest heaving with shallow breaths. His vision swirled with fear, and he fought not to stumble.

“You were just hoping to scurry away like a little mouse, weren’t you?” She spat out the words with disgust and an edge of fury, as she backed Patton into a corner. The Faerie towered over him, casting him into shadow. “Very well — but I’m not letting that happen.”

Her hand slammed his shoulder against the wall. Pain struck him like a lightning bolt, and he didn’t manage to slip away before The Faerie leaned much closer, crowding Patton until she could whisper right into his ear.

“I made you, Patton Holloway,” she said, cold and unforgiving. Her magic sizzled around him like a brand. It wrapped ribbons around him, ones that would always land him right there — in her grasp. “If you need that reminder. There’s no repaying that.”

She pressed the heel of her palm harder into the divet between his shoulder blade and his collarbone. Patton hissed through his teeth.

“You gave me your name. And if I have anything to do with it, you will never have it back,” With one last shove, The Faerie backed away. She sent him one last glance as she walked off. “You are forbidden from leaving this manor. Clean this up. If I have to look at it for a second longer, there will be far worse coming your way.”

Patton listened in, perfectly motionless, as her footsteps echoed down the corridor and then slowly faded away. Blinking through his blurry vision, he slid down the wall and onto his knees, as slack as a rag doll tossed onto the floor. Something wriggled near his hip, inside his pouch, and then small paws planted themselves in the side of his thigh. Jaq.

…Jaq was trying to comfort him, weren't they?

The little mouse had to be just as frightened, after that display, and still, there they were.

Patton wished he could return that kindness, and yet, he couldn’t quite find the strength to move. It was as if strings, taut and thin enough to dig into his skin, pinned him into place. And he could struggle, he could writhe, but it wouldn’t set him loose. A thousand knots bound his limbs down — far too many for him to ever untie. It’d been silly of him to think he could. He’d been stuck ever since he’d set foot in Fairyland, even if he’d never wanted to believe it.

He tried. He tried to do things the way of the fae. Strike a deal, offer a bargain. He did everything right, and where was he now? Once again cowering for comfort next to that rickety, old staircase.

After taking a deep breath, Patton willed himself out of his daze and crawled forward, dodging past the scattering of broken things across the floor — with luck, no stray shard of glass caught onto his skin. Chewing on his lip, Patton reached inside the crawlspace and slipped his fingers under a familiar loose tile. Knocking it astray revealed a tiny cardboard box, wrapped by the cord of a glittering, enchanted necklace. Still hidden. Intact.

The only things Patton had left.

A sob tore through his throat — a miserable, wounded cry — and as he cradled the box close to his chest, Patton crumbled. All at once, grief barreled through him like a tidal wave. Tears he could not keep at bay dripped past the end of his nose, soaking his sleeves as he curled tighter into himself. He shut his eyes tightly.

For what might’ve been the first time in his life, Patton couldn’t find it in him to believe.

—♡—

What he hadn’t noticed, however, so lost in sorrow, was that a single teardrop had rolled down his cheek and past his jaw — and that, sparkling, it fell right atop the citrine pendant of his necklace.

And so the yellow jewel began to glimmer, low at first and then brighter and brighter, until the hollow space under the stairs had been bathed in a warm, comforting light. It outshone even the sunset glow that covered the corridor.

The steady click of a shepherd’s crook, sharp against the hardwood floor, echoed down the hallway, too faint for Patton to hear it. It grew a bit louder, until it abruptly stopped. By then, the light had simmered down completely, and Patton had yet to notice anything amiss. Until…

—♡—

“Are you under there, mhi-naistdh?”

That voice, honey-coated, soft, and so achingly familiar, knocked Patton out of his stupor. The spark of magic behind that name tugged at his heart. He lifted his head, blinking through tears, certain that his ears must’ve been playing a trick on him. When he turned around, it became clear that if it had been a trick, it involved much more than just his hearing.

A broom bobbed and danced its way across the floor, all on its own, as if tugged around by an invisible string. In wide motions, it swept the broken remains of Patton’s collection into a dustpan, cleaning it up… for him. Just outside the staircase, behind the broom, stood a pair of legs, dressed in sleek black trousers. The towering figure bent down to meet him, and Patton’s eyes drifted up to find the glow of emerald scales and bright yellow eyes, shadowed by the brim of a hat.

“Dee,” Patton whispered. After rubbing his eyes and wiping away the remaining wetness in his cheeks, he glanced up again, surprised to find the image had not at all budged. “I– I must be seeing things…”

He had to. It… it must’ve been his mind’s way of softening the blow. The thought wasn’t very comforting, but what other explanation did he have?

“It’s no daydream, I’m afraid,” drawled Deceit. Leaning his weight onto his shepherd’s crook, he stretched his hand for Patton to take. Hesitant, Patton obliged. “I can’t be that charming, can I?”

In one effortless, strong pull, he brought Patton to his feet. Warmth bled through Deceit’s yellow glove as he guided Patton away from the staircase, his touch firm and… undeniably real. Patton’s eyes widened, and he wrenched his hand away.

“Wh– Dee, what are you doing?” Patton hissed out. His shoulders tensed, more so when Deceit paid no mind to the warning in his voice — simply humming as he shooed the floating broom away from the hallway. Patton shoved down the urge to drag him away and hide him, fearful of the eyes that might catch the other there. He swallowed dry, adjusting his hold on the cardboard box still in his arms. “H-how did you get here?”

With a smirk pulling on his lips, Dee tipped his hat back. “You needed aid,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders, “So here I am.”

“Just like that?” Patton asked, raising an eyebrow. Something tugged at his pant leg, followed soon after by a high-pitched squeak. Patton curved down to cup Jaq in his palm, and with a little scritch behind their ear for good measure, he placed them on his shoulder. “That doesn’t make any sense, you know that.”

“Good things often don’t, Cinders,” Dee mused, drumming his fingers against the heel of his shepherd’s crook. He turned back to Patton. “…But I do suppose you deserve an explanation.”

His eyes flitted around the corridor.

“Perhaps away from prying ears…,” Dee said, offering his arm. “What do you say?”

As soon as Patton grabbed Deceit’s elbow, the world swirled in a burst of color and light. Before he knew it, he’d stumbled out somewhere far off from the corridor, or anywhere inside the manor for that matter. Patton took a step back, taking in his surroundings with awe. Grass tickled his skin where his trouser hem didn’t quite reach his ankles. A faintly starry, still-darkening sky stretched out above him, and he could spot the porch only a few feet away.

Deceit had, in a single instant, brought them to the garden.

“Now how on earth did you do that?”

Deceit snapped his glove on his wrist, stretching out his fingers. “Trade secrets ought to be kept under wraps, don't you think?” When Patton leveled him with a stern look, he huffed out a laugh. “Alright, alright. Let’s just say, it so happens that my magic is at its strongest tonight,” Dee waved his hand around, “I’ve received a… boost, of sorts.”

“A boost?” Patton asked. Jaq wriggled on his shoulder, restless, and he petted their head to soothe them. “Why?”

Dee turned to him, and with a gentle hand, he brushed Patton’s hair away from his eyes. Patton leaned into his touch.

“So that I can finally help you, mhi-naistdh.”

His expression had been pulled into that bittersweet, pinched look, a furrow in his brow. Patton frowned. “…But you have helped me before,” he said, gently, “Tons of times, Dee.”

“Life has dealt you a truly terrible hand, little one. And still, from the sidelines, I’ve seen you grow into an outstanding young man. All the credit for that goes to you. I… I did what I could, kept you out of major trouble, but it has never been enough. But now, now you’ve called for me. Not with your words, but with your heart,” Dee pointed to Patton’s chest, with a smile as soft as a handmade quilt. “How cruel would I have to be to ignore my godson.”

Patton blinked. “Your… godson?”

“Yes,” Deceit said, “Mhi-naistdh, godchild. It’s a bit of a rough translation, but I find it works well enough.”

“Wait, so that means—” Patton said, his head reeling, “—that you’re my Fairy God…father? L-like in the stories?”

“If you wish to call it that,” Dee chuckled, “It means that I’ve taken it upon myself to look after you. I’ve taken you under my wing, so to speak. And that bond, that magic, it has granted me the power to bring a dream of yours to life — but only when you need it most. When the time is right and not a second earlier.”

“And… and that time is-”

“Tonight, yes,” Dee confirmed, resting his chin over the crown of his shepherd’s crook. He lowered his voice to a whisper, a hint of mischief in his yellow eyes. “I’ve heard through the grapevine they’re expecting you up there in the Royal Palace, isn’t that so?”

The memory of the torn sleeve, tossed carelessly on the floor, flashed in his mind. He shook his head.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly, um—” Patton laughed, though it rang rather hollow, “—I don’t have an invitation, not anymore.”

“Well, that is easily solved, isn’t it?” Deceit hummed. He reached inside his heavy black cloak and slid something into Patton’s hand. “I’ve never been much of the partying type, if you’ll believe it.”

Patton unwrapped the parchment to reveal the royal crest stamped into golden wax right in the middle fold. He gaped. An invite, one that would work as well as any other.

“I-I still don’t have a way to get there,” he argued, more to tamp down the excitement that threatened to spark in his chest, than anything else. Patton slipped the invitation into his pocket. “I couldn’t get a ride on a carriage now.”

“You couldn’t?” Dee raised an eyebrow. He motioned his head to the side, toward the fenced plot where The Faerie grew her plants and flowers. “Do you see that vegetable patch over there?”

Confused, Patton nodded.

“That pumpkin in the middle looks enough like a carriage, wouldn’t you say?”

Patton opened his mouth to contest that claim, but it promptly clicked shut when the pumpkin in question, the biggest of the lot, creaked, loud enough for them to hear it, and rolled out of the vegetable patch. All by itself. The pumpkin simply skipped and hopped out of the white fence, using its leaves and stems as bouncy springs. Its orange shell glittered and then, in a spark of light, it burst — growing bigger and bigger. The stems stretched and curled around it, in the perfect shape of wheels. In less than a minute, the pumpkin had shifted into a sparkling blue carriage, unlike a pumpkin in everything but its silhouette.

He brought a hand to his lips. It seemed the sort of thing to come straight out of a fairy tale storybook! Moonlight sparkled in the carriage’s golden accents, joined by the silver glow of the small, crystal lamp that served as its guide light, so beautiful and bright it looked like a dream. It felt like a dream — but it was right there before his eyes. Patton couldn’t help but giggle, and it was as if all the enthusiasm he’d lost throughout the evening came rushing back to him in a flurry. 

“Oh, oh that’s beautiful!”

“Well, it is my work, after all,” Dee circled around his shepherd’s crook, a smirk on his lips. “Now, there’s only one detail missing. How about we fix up your suit, hm?”

Patton nodded fervently, which earned him a chuckle from Deceit, who reached for the little box tucked under his arm. Patton let him take it.

“Although, if you don’t mind,” Dee said, as he unwrapped the necklace and handed the box back to Patton. “I’ll make a few… modifications — nothing that’d clash with your vision, of course.”

Closing his palm around the jewel, Deceit pressed it to his chest and his eyes began to glow. Now, Patton had never really understood the spells Dee muttered when casting a glamour, but he certainly recognized these were… different. Some words were familiar, yes, but others didn’t match any he’d ever heard! When Deceit was finished, he beckoned Patton closer, fixing the necklace over Patton’s neck and letting the citrine pendant settle against his throat.

“Dí laothani,” Dee said, tying the cord into a knot, and as soon as he uttered those words, what could only be described as pure, sparkling magic flooded Patton’s senses — unlike anything he’d felt with the glamour before. He gasped and stumbled back, vision filled with colorful sparks.

Ribbons of glowing, glittering light coiled around his body, and it was as if a million stars spun all around him. His skin tingled with the effect of the glamour, as it threaded its way across his features, casting the illusion of fae. Jaq squeaked next to him, and when he glanced over to them, they’d been lifted right off his shoulder, squirming as they floated in a bubble of magic. All that light shifted into swathes and swathes of fabric, weaving together and pinning into place. The light blue of his original suit had been tinged in a sheen of silver, shimmering. Lace and delicate crystal drops added the final touch to his collar and shoulders. When Patton stretched out his hand, a satin white glove crept up to his wrist, the same on the other side.

Patches of cloth floated up and skipped in circles around him, followed by a trail of string, and when he caught a proper glimpse, he recognized, in silver thread, his own embroidery. Stars, skies, flowers, and vines. They fastened to his torso, stitching together in panels to form his waistcoat. His bright blue sash, the one he’d been working on that day, tied itself around his waist. Perfectly tailored trousers draped over his legs and braided cords linked each crystal button of his coat. Patton clapped, unable to contain his delight, and in a swirl of motion his jacket stretched and fanned out behind him like a silver cape.

He spun, giggling and so, so happy it felt like he’d burst with joy — the train of his jacket danced right along with him, in a big show of sparkling magic. When his feet hit the ground again, his worn-down shoes transformed into white leather button boots, with low heels made of glass, which were surprisingly sturdy, too. A cravat wrapped around his neck, and Jaq was safely lowered back onto his shoulder. Patton twirled again, smiling so wide his cheeks ached.

“You look stunning, mhi-naistdh,” Deceit said, a fond look in his eyes as he leaned against his staff. “Just one more thing.”

He drew something from under his cloak, and carefully, he clipped it onto the lapel of Patton’s jacket. A long white feather, with a small blue jewel glued to its quill.

“A boutonniere,” Patton whispered. He tugged at the cuff of his sleeves, feeling the intricate lace under his fingertips. “This is like a dream come true.” 

“Yes, but like all dreams, I’m afraid it cannot last forever,” Dee said, “I’ll only be able to hold this spell for a few hours — at the last stroke of midnight, it’ll begin to fade away. Not the fae glamour, but the rest of the illusion, including the one that’ll keep her eyes away from you, so be careful. Your necklace will glow when it’s time.”

“Alright,” Patton said, “I can deal with that, I think.”

“Wonderful,” Dee walked up behind him and began to nudge him in the carriage’s direction. Patton laughed, but let the other guide him to the door, “Well, go on, then! You don’t want to be too late, do you?”

Patton opened the door and stepped inside, glancing back at him. “You know, I can’t exactly drive myself there, Dee.”

“Hm. You’re right,” Deceit muttered, perking up when Jaq suddenly chirped. “What was that, little mouse?”

Patton snorted as he watched Dee cup a hand around his ear and lean closer to hear Jaq “speak”. Deceit hummed as if sincerely considering their contribution.

When he looked back at Patton, he smirked. “How do you feel about adding a little more magic to this evening, mhi-naistdh?”

-

Song of the chapter: Suffering by Amélie Farren

BONUS: Blue Jay by Sparkbird

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Cold Comforts: Cracking Ice

I imagine that you get a lot of asks so apologies if this one adds to an endless list of them. I have this sanders sides concept in mind where Patton was not the one who caused the original creativity to split nor was Patton morality during this time and it was Logan; but because Janus had left before it occured and Virgil, Remus, and Roman didnt really exist yet, no one knows about this. But because Janus can pick up on lies (including lies of omission), he quickly pieces together the truth. No idea how you'd work that into a story of any kind (if that was something you would want to do), just thought it would be neat to at least share. ax3-e0n

hey !! i don't have a super specific request, but i'd love some qpr content from you if you don't mind !! any ship is fine, but i love qpr dukeceit, analogical, and moxiety ^^ - anon

I really loved Cold Comforts (that fight did break me but in the best way possible) and I would love to know what happens in the aftermath. Like how do they actually reconcile and make up for what was said? - anon

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: self-esteem issues, implied/referenced rsd

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3293

    At first, there is elation.

Roman blinks awake in the ruined corpse of a dying tower, covered in cobwebs and layers of dust. He blinks, bits of it falling into his eyes. A phantom warmth rests on his cheeks and in his befuddled state, he thinks it might be the sun.

"Shh, little one," he hears from eons away, "it's alright. I'm here now."

He blinks again and the phantom warmth grows stronger, coalescing itself into hands on his face, thumbs gently stroking his tears away. He's still crying, lips still trying to form comforts from nothing. He blinks again and the blob in front of him focuses.

"L-Logan?"

"Hello, little one," Logan whispers, "it's okay. I'm here now."

Here.

Hands. Warm hands. Warm hands on his face, cupping it like it's something precious, like he's something precious. Warm hands that brush away his tears and a warmer voice that says it's okay. I'm here now.

"You're here?" His voice, cracked and dusty from overuse. "Y-you're really here?"

"Yes," says Logan, smiling and reaching up to run his fingers through Roman's hair, "I'm here. I'm really here. And so are you."

"Don't do that, Princey," comes another voice, one that appears over the edge of the shell too, "you scared the shit out of us."

"Language, mister," comes yet another, "but he's right, kiddo. You really scared us, there."

"Being scary is my schtick, Ro-Bro," says yet another, "don't do it without me."

And, just when Roman's heart feels fit to burst, the last voice sighs and reaches into the shell too. "Not that this isn't very touching, but I think we'd all be better off outside this very scary tower with no stairs."

He blinks dumbly as yellow-gloved hands reach for him, fitting carefully around his shoulders and gently pulling him to sit upright. Logan's hands shift down to his elbows, helping to get him out of the dust-caked blankets. His head pounds. He feels dizzy.

"Slow, you jerks," Virgil's voice mutters, "he's just been like that for who knows how long and he's been crying."

"Here," Logan says softly, only for Roman's ears, "lean on me. I've got you."

And oh, isn't that surreal, to have Logan's arms wrap around him and be leaned against a broad chest, to have another set of hands at his back and to be helped down from his dusty perch. His limbs feel discombobulated, disconnected, and he flails a few times before he figures out how to hold on too. Logan is patient with him, though, and helps him over to a chair that Remus conjures and sits him to face the sun.

"Here," says Patton, handing him a glass of water, "try and drink that, okay, sweetheart?"

Oh, he realizes belatedly, I'm being taken care of.

At first, there is elation.

They came. They actually came. They wanted to find him and so they searched for him, they found their way up a tower that he did not design to be found. They sought after him because they noticed he was gone and so they chose to come and find him. They are here because he was not there.

At first, there is elation.

Then, there is only dread.

They're going to want to know what happened. He's going to have to explain what happened. They're going to want to know what happened and why he ran so far away and why he started to fade and all of this is going to go away. He's going to have to tell them about the argument and all of the horrible things he said and he's going to watch all of this care fade away into disappointment.

Because they will be. Disappointed.

Roman, you never learn.

Roman, we've been over this.

Roman, you know better.

Roman, how could you be so cruel? Roman, you should think about the things you say before you say them. Roman, I expected better from you. Roman, you're supposed to be better than this. Roman, Roman, Roman, will you ever stop being a disappointment?

This, right now, this is the last he will be able to have this comfort with no strings attached. It will be the last time he's able to ask for something and have it be given, the last time he can feel as though they're doing it because they want to.

And even now, he can hear their voices.

That's such a mean way to think about it, Roman. I wish you wouldn't think we don't know what we're doing when we comfort you. What, did you think it was just something we did?

And, how selfish of you, Roman, that you wouldn't tell us what happened because you thought we wouldn't want to comfort you after we knew what you'd done. Maybe you should have told us right away, then we wouldn't have this problem in the first place. Logan was right.

And, this is emotionally abusive, Roman, you know that, right? Being so dramatic and playing the victim and guilt-tripping like this even though you did something wrong too. Manipulating us like this is wrong. You know it's wrong. We'd be more inclined to forgive you if you weren't being so awful about admitting that you're hurt by something.

They're here and they came and Roman wants nothing more than to run away again.

"Whatever you're thinking," Remus's voice cuts in, "stop it. Stop being mean to my brother."

Roman startles and a moment later, he has a lapful of Remus. Remus buries his nose in the crook of his neck and squeezes tightly, their hearts pressed against each other's ribcages. It's uncomfortable, it's awkward, and Roman loves it.

"I was so scared," comes the whispered confession, "when you started Fading. I thought I was gonna lose you again."

"I'm sorry, Re, I didn't mean to, I swear—"

"I know, Roro, I know."

"I just—I had to go—"

"Easy," Virgil's low voice rumbles, a hand settling on his shoulder, "breathe, bud. It's okay. You're okay. Remus isn't mad at you."

"Y-you're not?"

"No, Roro, I'm not mad at you."

The part of Roman's brain that isn't screaming softwarmsafebrothercomfort shies away at the way Remus says you.

Right.

In the way a soldier dons his armor before a fatal fight, Roman takes a deep breath and carefully pats Remus's thigh. Remus lets him go, confusion written on his features as Roman stands up and begins to lower the tower's room to the ground. It settles on the earth with a low rumble and one of the walls finally caves, leading out into a familiar field of rolling grass. He walks out into the sunshine, the warmth settling over him like boulders. He allows himself one more moment to clutch his hand to his side before he turns and faces his executioners.

"I'm sorry," he begins, "for being so dramatic. I didn't mean to Fade and while I know that doesn't change anything, and I'm not trying to use it as an excuse, I hope that the knowledge that it wasn't done purposefully makes it a little better. It might be wrong of me to hope that, but…I do. I didn't mean to affect the videos or Thomas or anything of that nature, and you have my deepest and sincerest apologies that I let my—my tantrum get this bad."

He looks at Logan. His hands twinge in pain.

"Logan, I apologize for wasting your time. I apologize for being unreasonable and bull-headed and ignorant. I didn't mean it when I said you weren't useful and I didn't mean to imply that you don't know what you're doing. I know I can come off as arrogant and overconfident and I'm sorry. I've been trying to work on it but clearly, I haven't been trying hard enough. I'll do better. I promise."

With a heavy heart, he glances over at Remus.

"And I know…I know you weren't there, but I'm sorry to you too. I—at one point during the argument, I called you a menace and nothing but a problem to be vanquished. I'm sorry."

Remus stares at him. "Ro, you don't have to apologize to me for shit. I know I'm a menace, that's my whole fucking point. And you definitely don't have to apologize for being hurt. You just said you didn't do any of this shit on purpose and I know you. I know you'd—well, you'd rather kill yourself than destroy Thomas's videos and the Imagination. Don't apologize for being hurt, okay?"

"But I—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "you were hurt, sweetie. And we didn't make you feel like you could come to us. That's not your fault."

"None of us were there for the argument," Patton adds, "so we can't judge that part of it, but you don't have to apologize to us for the rest. You're—you're okay, sweetheart."

"You're dramatic," Virgil says, hands in his pockets, "but at least you're honest about it."

Janus scoffs something that sounds suspiciously like honesty's overrated but Roman's focused on Logan.

Logan, who's watching him carefully, so carefully, slowly reaches up and adjusts his glasses. "Roman, I…"

He trails off before he can finish his sentence. A lump appears in Roman's throat and he swallows, bowing his head and waiting for the blows to strike. He'll take them, he will, whatever comes with what Logan will say. He'll do it right this time, just accept them and nod and try to move on with it. He'll lick his wounds on his own in his room like a reasonable person and everything will be fine.

"Wow," he hears Remus scoff, "you really made him fucking perfect, didn't you? Bowing his head waiting for absolution and everything."

"What? What the heck are you on about, Remus?"

"This. This, his whole 'Good Creativity' thing."

"Yeah, I got that much, why're you saying we did it?"

"The Split. The whole get-the-bad-out, leave-the-good deal. The reason Thomas has two Creativities. I'm all the stuff you didn't want and so there he is with all the stuff you do."

There's a pause. Part of Roman wants to raise his head and see what's going on but he forces himself to wait.

"Remus," Janus rebukes with a gentleness reserved for only his partners, "the Split wasn't done so neatly. It wasn't like parts were selected for each of you."

"Yeah," Patton says, "and also, I didn't happen until after the Split. I think Thomas's whole Morality thing started in the aftermath of it. I wasn't around when it happened."

"I remember it," Virgil says, "but that's only 'cause J brought you and me in when we were all really little and he'd, like, just left. It was me, you, and J trying to figure stuff out and then Logan had Patton and Roman."

"Oh. Shit. Sorry, I, uh…"

"No, it's okay. We don't really know a lot about the Split anyways."

"You're all good, bud. Hey, whoa, c'mere."

There's the telltale rustling of someone being pulled into a hug and Roman knows Janus and Virgil have wrapped their arms around Remus. His heart screams for a moment in envious rage before he stamps it out with equal fervor. He's thankful Remus has two attentive and supportive partners, and he'd sooner fall on his sword than take it away from him.

He knows what that's like.

"Roman," Logan's voice comes from in front of him, much closer in front of him, "Roman, I'm sorry."

He raises his head, heart in his throat, as Logan reaches out and cups his face again.

"I'm sorry too," he says again, "I didn't—I shouldn't have said that you were unwanted. Or that you weren't capable of seeing reason. Or any of it, none of it's true. I just—I was so angry. I wanted to hurt you."

He swallows. "You did."

"I know. I know I did, Roman, I know I hurt you, little one. I—I'm sorry I hurt you. You're not unwanted, I promise. I want you. I want you quite badly."

The earnest way Logan says it threatens tears at the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry too."

Logan smiles, his own eyes slightly wet. "I forgive you, little one, I forgive you."

Relief sags through him and his legs almost buckle, smile breathless as he stares at Logan. It's okay, it's okay, it's all okay. Logan chuckles, letting him go, a familiar teasing grin taking shape as he ruffles Roman's hair.

The sudden release of the dread is almost strong enough to make him miss the way Janus is squinting at Logan's back.

"J-Janus? What's wrong?"

Janus's mouth presses into a thin line and he carefully extricates himself from Remus and Virgil, not taking his eyes off of Logan. "There are three types of lies."

Logan stiffens.

"Lies of commission, which are outright fabrications," he continues, walking closer, "lies of character, and lies of omission."

"Uh, okay?"

"Logan," and Roman wants to flinch at how cold Janus sounds right now, "you're lying."

Virgil scoffs. "What, he's lying about being sorry?"

"No, he's lying about the Split."

"He didn't say anything about the—oh, I see. I get where you're going now."

"Roman," Logan says, looking back up at him, "Roman, it's okay. We're okay, now, I'm sorry."

He reaches for him but Roman edges back. "What is Janus talking about?"

"Roman, I'm sorry—"

"What is he talking about?"

"Yeah, Logan," Remus says, making Logan whirl around, "what is he talking about?"

"Our dear darling Logan," Janus says, taking a step closer, "is withholding what he knows about the Split. Which is interesting, because as you'll recall, the Split happened after I'd left, before Virgil was formed enough to have sentience, and before Patton manifested. And, of course, before either of the twins existed."

Virgil frowns. "Wait, but that means that Logan, you…"

He trails off and his eyes widen as the implications of what Janus is saying sink in.

"…Logan?" Patton sounds small. "What do you know about the Split?"

"I—" Logan turns around and faces Roman again— "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, it wasn't—I didn't—please, just listen to me—"

"Oh, we're all listening," Remus growls, "and why're you only talking to Roman? Did you forget I got Split too? Or are you all too happy that happened?"

"That's not what I meant, I didn't—no, that's not why I—" Logan glances frantically at Remus then back to Roman— "just hear me out—"

"You've said that a few times," Virgil says, voice hardening, "and you've yet to actually say anything."

"Roman—"

"Don't fucking talk to him!"

Logan flinches at the force of Remus's shout. Remus forces Logan to turn around, getting right into his face.

"Talk to me," he roars, "tell me what you thought you were doing, tell me why you won't look at me!"

"Because it worked with you!"

Silence.

Remus staggers back from Logan like he's been stabbed, Virgil already standing between them.

"I…I didn't know it would Split," Logan says shakily, "I—I just talked to Creativity and I—I said—"

He swallows.

"I said that there were parts of him that were liked and parts that weren't. And that it…it made sense for them to be…be…"

"Be what," Virgil asks when Logan doesn't finish.

"…be separated," he says weakly, "but I just meant that he should know the difference! Not that he should Split!"

"Oh, Logan," Patton mumbles, "what did you do?"

"What did you mean," Janus asks sharply, "when you said it 'worked' with Remus?"

"Creativity asked what—what the bad parts of him were and so I said that people didn't like when he was loud and messy and scary and then when I—when I came back the next day, there was a—"

Logan's breath catches and he swallows.

"I was only a child, I didn't know that this would mean—"

"There was a what?"

"…a baby. A baby Side on a rock that had been wrapped in a black and green blanket."

Janus's breath catches next. His hand finds its way to Remus. "That's how I found you. You still have that blanket."

"He—Creativity was still there when I got there but he was—he was Fading. He was almost completely transparent, and he asked me if—what I would do with the parts of him I didn't want."

"So you just fucking left me?"

"I was a child! I was panicking, I didn't know what to do, I told him I didn't know what to do, but then he kept on getting more and more frantic, asking me what I was going to do with you and he—he fell apart!" Logan's hands fly up to tangle in his hair. "He fell apart and shimmered and—and when it was over…"

His hands slowly leave his hair as he turns to look over his shoulder.

"Roman," Patton finishes, "when it was over, there was Roman. You Split Creativity into Bad and Not Bad and what was left of Creativity when he removed all that he could label Bad was…Roman."

"No fucking wonder Princey's got so many issues."

"Roman," Logan says, turning fully to face him again, "Roman, please, I didn't know, I was—I was a child, I didn't mean it, I didn't know this was going to happen."

He reaches out, almost stumbling towards him.

"You're wanted, you're wanted, I promise, you're wanted," he rambles, "I want you, I want you, do you hear me? I want you Roman, it's okay, I want you—"

A low rumble and a thunderous crash as the remains of the tower collapse to the ground. The earth shudders.

Over Roman's shoulder, a doorway appears. The door swings open to reveal the Mindscape. Janus muffles a quiet curse as Virgil stands taller.

"C'mon," he says, urging Patton and Janus toward the door, "we gotta go."

"Just let me—"

"The Imagination is ours," comes Remus's voice, low and dangerous, "and it is somewhere you do not want to be right now."

"Logan, come on," Patton says—they've already made it through the door, "just—give them space for now."

But Logan stubbornly reaches for Roman one more time. "Roman, please. Please, little one."

Roman silently opens his arm and gestures toward the door with a blank expression.

The earth rumbles again and a deep cracking sound echoes off of distant cliffs.

Logan swallows and goes to the door. Roman doesn't turn to watch him. His gaze doesn't move from the middle distance until the door shuts and vanishes.

Then he opens his mouth and screams.

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Echoes of 50 Chapter 9

As always, check the TWs and CWs in the masterlist. Logan reading the Communist Manifesto as a coping mechanism has to be one of my funniest character headcanons I've had about him. And again, the platonic Analogical takes my heart. Enjoy <3. ——————– Now Playing: I Knew You Once by Hollie Allen

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It had been three days, four hours, fifteen minutes, and seven seconds since Logan had last talked to Patton. Since their last fight. Since Patton had walked out of the apartment with no answer.

After Roman and Virgil had walked back to Logan’s apartment, Logan had gotten a lot of stern yelling from Virgil for leaving them behind, but upon seeing Logan as a wreck, they both let up. Instead, they let him be. From what Logan had heard from Virgil, no one had contact with Patton since their fight. No one except Roman.

Logan felt hopeless for once in his life. He loved Patton, so much so that he was willing to change to express himself more. Patton clearly did too. There should be no reason that they were in the situation they were in now, but there was always something else underlying. Because of that, Logan stopped looking too much into anything. He repeated the same mundane schedule he used to repeat before he met Patton. Sleep. Coffee. Work. Cook. Prepare for tomorrow. Repeat. Logan began sleeping for longer times too. Logan stopped researching and instead, turned to reading books in his spare time. He read the Communist Manifesto and the Declaration of Independence 5 times within the same week. His condition had gotten so bad that one day, Virgil dragged Logan out of the apartment only to plop him down at Roman’s apartment.

“Fix him. Now.” Virgil demanded his boyfriend.

“How am I supposed to fix Mr. Info Dump here?” Roman scoffed, “I don’t even know what’s going on with him!”

“Exactly! Fix him.” Virgil sputtered out, staring at Logan. “You’re the only one that has contact with Pat.”

“He’s just as bad as Logan! How am I supposed to fix Logan when I can’t even fix our dear Pop?” Roman huffed as he stared at Logan.

“I can hear you two, you know.” Logan rolled his eyes, “And for your information, I am perfectly fine.”

“Are you reading the Communist Manifesto for the sixth time this week?”

“Seventh, thank you very much.”

“Good god.” Roman stared in horror, “At least Pat’s coping through stress-eating ice cream. This seems unusually worse.”

“It is.” Virgil deadpanned, “Did you two break up or something?”

“I assumed we were in a fight, but considering the fact that Patton is not reaching out to me, nor is he reaching out to anyone, I guess you could assume that much. Maybe there is some truth to it.”

“But why? You two love each other!” Roman gasped, “I told Vir that if you two had split up that I’d never believe in true love again.” “Do not be so dramatic, Prince. We will both move on from this.” Logan rolled his eyes.

“Are you two cursed to be Mia and Sebastian? Summer and Tom?” Roman lamented.

“Must you be so theatrical, Roman?” Logan sighed, “I have already reported that I am fine.”

“Are you though? Are you?” Virgil began to observe Logan before shrugging, “Yeah, I’ve got nothing. Ro, call your brother. He sees L during work. Maybe he’s different there.”

“I can still hear you two and no, Virge, I’m fine during work. I have always kept my personal and work life separate. You know that about me.”

“Let’s leave that up to Remus, shall we?” Virgil narrowed his eyes at his best friend.

Logan sighed as he let the couple do whatever they wished. He just continued to read. Remus and Janus came to Roman’s apartment not too long after.

“Now why have you called us up, Roman?” Janus sighed. Outside of work, he was different. He didn’t have his gloves on like he normally did and preferred to wear a more comfortable outfit than a suit.

“I didn’t ask for you! I asked for Remus.” Roman scoffed.

“Do you really want Remus’ help?” Janus raised an eyebrow at his husband, who was currently trying to hang upside down on the fire escape.

“Good point.” Virgil remarked before pointing to Logan reading in the corner, “Fix him.”

“Goodness gracious.” Janus sighed as he turned to see Logan, “Are you reading the Communist Manifesto again? Do you not find joy in other books? Any other book?”

“I simply have not bought any new ones yet.”

“What an awful coping mechanism.” Janus rolled his eyes as he grabbed a book from Roman’s bookshelf and placed it in Logan’s hands in place of the Communist Manifesto. “Read that instead.”

“A picture book?” Logan scoffed, “I am not 5.”

“You are also not a communist.” Janus pointed out, “Is this about the fact that he has yet to reveal the information needed about his boyfriend to me?”

“What information?” Roman raised an eyebrow.

“Of course you haven’t told that idiot.” Janus groaned, turning to Virgil, “I assume you know.”

“Patton has to be Patient 50.”

“He’s not sure about the evidence leading up to it.” Virgil stared at Logan before continuing, “But I don’t think it’s too important.”

“Of course it’s important! Have you seen the news about the convention?”

“With the mysterious sickness that took the Medeis by storm for a day? Of course I have.”

“Medeis said that there were ringing in their ears and that they all wanted to go to the same place. There was nothing shown besides the fact that some Medeis were shown to temporarily have no powers.”

“I am betting Logan knows more than he lets on about what happened. He’s just staying silent.”

Logan didn’t say anything to that, but he could tell that Janus was already reading him.

“Lie of omission.”

“Virgil, would you mind being a dear and staying here with Logan for me? I need to talk to Roman and Remus in the hallways.”

“I need to tell Roman about the research and get him on board. If I can get him to get the door open with Patton, I might be able to convince Patton to tell us the truth. Maybe that’ll fix Logan too, with whatever fight he’s having with the man.”

“Sure. Whatever.” Virgil rolled his eyes, “Just come back soon, okay?”

“No promises.” Janus sang as he walked out of the room. Roman and Remus followed suit, though Roman looked confused to say the least.

“You know what Janus is about to do, huh?’

“Not fully. They’re going to see Patton though.” Logan murmured as he glanced around for another sufficient book. Logan had been done with the picture book for a couple of minutes now and Janus had unfortunately taken the manifesto with him.

“I see.”

“How is he actually doing?”

Logan sighed as he realized that Roman didn’t read enough books for Logan to pick one that was even mildly interesting to read. He leaned back on the sofa he was sitting at and turned to Virgil, “I’m okay, Virge. Seriously.”

“I know, but you always say that.”

“I mean it this time, Virgil. Patton’s going through something right now and I can’t be there to help him through it. I told him I loved him. Maybe I scared him off, or maybe he’s scared of showing that back to me. I don’t believe we’ve broken up yet. I think he just needs some time to process what happened at the convention.”

“What happened at the convention?”

“I got confirmation that he is in fact Patient 50, though I have no idea what correlation he really has to the weapon. We ran into the man in the orange suit once more. His name is Phobus Graves.”

“Phobus?”

“Yes, like the god of fear and terror. At least the Latin spelling of the god. I guess it’s quite fitting considering how terrified Patton had been of him.”

“I feel like we should have seen it.”

“How could you? We were in a time manipulation void. Of course you wouldn’t have seen it.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner? Or at least me? I’m your best friend.”

“Because I wasn’t sure what to make of it.” Logan admitted, “To be honest, I’m not sure what to make of it now. I was really scared.”

“You? Scared?” Virgil raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t know you could feel, let alone feel scared.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “I lost my powers for a bit too. It ripped away a part of me.”

“Well, I’d assume so, considering the magic is literally within your blood.”

“Yeah.” Logan cleared his throat, “I just think Patton needs some time.”

“How much though? I hate seeing you like this.”

“Well, you are my best friend. It’s only natural to feel that way about someone you care about, especially platonically. But as for a timeframe? I’m not sure. I’m not even sure if Patton wants to bother me again.”

“I think you just need to wait and see, even if it’s really hard now. He loves you.”

“I know.”

“Then believe in that love, dumbass.” Virgil snorted, “Now come on. What’s another way we can get you to cope besides reading another dumb book for the umpteenth time?”

“Books are far from dumb!” Logan scoffed.

“Oh, sorry, forgive me.” Virgil mocked, “Come on, L, let’s do something.”

“I’d really like to see the jellyfish.”

“Let’s go then.” Virgil stood up, grabbing the keys to Roman’s apartment. He dragged Logan all the way to the aquarium until they had reached the jellyfish exhibit. Once they were there, Logan sighed as he stared at the jellyfish moving around.

“Thanks, Virge.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Virgil grinned as he nudged Logan, “That’s what best friends are for, right?”

“Yeah.” Logan let out a small laugh. “You’re right.”

He leaned his head against Virgil’s shoulder as they began to watch the jellyfish swim.

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What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what

Chapter 15

Masterpost of chapters

When supernaturals speak in their native languages it looks like this

'Emiles an angel!?' Remus hadn't even gotten the chance to flap his arms around before Remy corrected him.

"Was"

Remy leant back against the bed pillow and let their body sink down into the worn out mattress while the other demon bounced up off the bed to pace back and forth. His tail flapped rapidly up and down.

Soooooo' Remus drew out the sign 'How long has..Was E- M- I- L- E- an Angel?'

"Girl are you stupid or dumb!? Since he was born...Duh?"

'Is that why' Remus reached out to poke at Remy's unnaturally bright white hair but they flinched away.

The ceiling fan in the murky hotel room turned on on it's own and let out a low but constant whirring sound just as Remy pinched the bridge of their nose and sighed.

"I think you can put two and two together and not make it into five okay girlie-" They saw Remus start to sign something but interrupted him by placing their hand on top of his knuckles "I don't like enjoy talking bout it. I met Emy in like the 1910's and we were pining fucking idiot friends for like 50 years or something and then we like kissed and made love and Hell and Heaven somehow like INSTANTLY knew and" They motioned for their hair "Happened. Emy's wings got taken. His halo got shattered. My hearing was taken. All that shit. Not a good time!-"

'Then me and Ro-Ro came'

Remy softened into a smile "Yeah....Then you and Roman came"

He let out a silent gasp and flapped his elbows around 'EMILE HAD WINGS!? OF COIRSE HE DID!!! GROSS ANGEL SHIT!!'

"Hey now nothing bout my Emile being gross! The point! The point is like that Hell knew!! The moment me and Emile got together The Knew!! We couldn't run or like hide from being punished! I dunno what line you cross with a human to get punished but girl the second you cross that line-"

'I am already being punished' Remus signed 'Why not keep going against Hell'

Remy smacked their lips together while pointing their finger "You got a point..You got a point" They saw his tail quickly start to wage and added in a haste "But the kind of point that ends up with you like dead!" Remus' tail was still waging "And probs Roman dead too!"

Remus' mouth clammed up and his hands turned stiff.

The older demon moved their long pale tail around his shoulders and leant in to press a kiss to Remus' forehead. They kept their face close to his while continuing to speak.

"If you like this Janus human guy I like sooo totally support you girl but you have got to like figure out a way to have your human and stop The manager from punishing anyone but you for it 'cause girl you've been stalling for 3 fucking months. You can't keep doing this. Roman is not doing good. Either you figure out some way to threaten The Manager into letting you and Roman go or girl I am gonna have to make you go have sex with that human and then kill him! You got it!? Actually I know you got it cause I know you're not totslly fucking braindead!"

He didn't sign any response at first, all he did was blare at them before faltering and signing

'I really like him'

"Yeah duuuh. So you said you...uh..like feed off of him? By just kissing him? And he wasn't even horny or nothing!? Are you sure he wasn't lying? Y'know Humans do have the like brain capability to lie right?"

Remus hadn't even had the chance to talk back when Remy continued while their brow lowered into deep thought.

"We just gotta figure out how you work! Or how your feeding like works or whatevs. We should go out on the street right now and make you make out with some humans"

'Or we can?' Remus signed.

"I'm not a human"

Remus knocked at his brain 'Use the goo up there. Which has better chance of working, kissing you or a random little human?'

"Giiirrrlll, you got a point" Remy sat up on the edge of the bed and took off their sunglasses before waving their hand towards him. In response he pulled his hair because he knew his mustache already always annoyed Remy whenever they cuddled, they didn't need his locs tickling at their skin as well.

All though he honestly did not think it would work he still leant forward right by the bed and let his lips meet the other succubi's. He had seen them kiss Emile plenty of times and no trace of the way Remy acted then was present now, instead they kept their eyes open the entire time waiting to see his expression change in any way.

As the kiss went on he started to imagine eating worms out of boredom and knew it was time to pat Remy on the shoulder to tell them to move back.

"No feeding?"

'Maybe we have to try with tongue' Remus suggested.

"OH Girl NO! I know yOU! You just enjoy the slithering slimy feeling of tongues in your mouth for NASTY reasons!!-"

'I enjoy imagining snakes are climbing into my mouth! Nothing wrong with that!'

"But we're trying to figure out your feeding shit! Not indulge in your weird snake fantasies! You felt nothing?"

'As nothing as the stomach of a starving goat'

Remy let out an annoyed groan and started picking at the flailing paint left on their fingernails.

'I think it is a Janus thing'

"That's exactly what I don't wanna hear girl!" Remus' tail sunk down and hung unmoving down to the floor but Remy didn't notice as they checked the time "Ugh I better get back to Hell. I just like- I don't know what else to do to like help you! If there's something I can do tell me!"

He shrugged.

Remy switched to signing 'I want to help you and I get that you like Janus but hes just a human! Hes fleeting! I know youve only been alive for like a totalllly short time but trust me hes gonna be gone in like a second! I think you should like enjoy your time with him and fuck him and kill him and get this over with, and then I, Emy and Roman can help you find another human that you will feed off of! he can even be british! And named Janus! We will figure out how you work okay!? We won't leave you in the dust girlie'

They glanced to the clock on the wall that was behind by a few minutes and stood up from the bed. They pressed their finger against Remus' chest as they repeated.

'You just gotta kill him'

'If I kill him I have to go back to those mind melting boring meetings' Remus cracked up into a toothy smile.

'Dont joke about that shit right now. You are coming back to Hell'

'So I can hear Roman brag about how many more humans hes gotten over me'

Remy sent him a look before in silence putting their shoes and jacket on. They leant towards the hallway mirror and checked their hair while saying.

"I paid for the room for like a few more nights if you don't wanna stay overnight at that like library anymore. But only a few more nights. Y'know what you gotta do girl"

Remus left them space by the door and listened to them recite the phrase needed to open the door to hell that he could no longer say. The door creaked open and both of the demons glanced at each other as the stark white hallways of Hell became clear.

"It's worth a try" They said gently.

He wordleesly agreed and reached his hand out over the threshold, over into hell. But his fingers were stopped by somemthing unseen. It was as if a glass wall was holding out. No matter how he tried to budge or poke or punch he couldn't move over the threshold.

Without any struggle Remy moved their foot across the treshold but before fully walking through they pulled him into a quick hug before signing.

'Youve thought about it right? Youre stuck on Earth. Romans stuck in Hell. He hasnt feed in 3 months'

The door swung closed as soon as they had stepped through and Remus was left standing in the murky hotel room. The first thought he got was that it was damn right Roman hadn't gotten to feed in 3 months. He hadnt gotten to feed properly his whole life! Why shouldnt she feel the same hunger he has!

But, and he took a few steps back to sit on the bed and pulled his tail close to his chest, he knew logically that eating the minimum amount to keep him going wasn't the same as starving for three months.

If he had to starve for 3 months he would cease to exist after a few weeks, he knew that. He knew how the body decayed. Starting with the organs taking from the fat until it shifted to the brain eating off the organs until the heart started to erode the brain away in a last ditch attempt to find nutrients. Until his body stopped just like the clock on the hotel room that went a few seconds further behind every day until it would eventually stop.

He didn't even have any body fat to keep himself alive from so his organs would erode almost immediately. Roman had always been more plump than him but even then he had to imagine 3 months would...what kind of damage....

Remus shook his head around and forced himself to keep reapeting the images of rotting flesh and decaying meat in his mind. He tore away pages from the notepad left on the nightstand and found a pencil in some drawer before hunkering down on the floor and beginning to calculate how long the body of a demon could last when starved.

--

For the entire lesson with Logan all Remus could focus on was the clock on the wall ticking away slowly as Logan turned one page of his book after the other.

The pen in Remus' hand broke between his fingers and he jumped in his seat. His tail moved up to rub his horns to soothe himself and it was enough for Logan to glance up from his book.

"Is everything going well with Janus?" He spoke in English to help the younger demon learn it faster.

Remus dragged his fingers through his hair while shrugging. One of his fingers got stuck in a piece of gum that had burrowed down near his scalp.

"I would kindly like to remind you that I requested that you would inform me after you had seduced the human so we could converge and discuss before you kill him. Do you remember that?"

The demon was half zoned out and busy chewing at his hair while he nodded.

"Good. it's very important" Logan's eyes got drawn back to his book but when he saw the demon choking and spitting up a clump of his own hair he sighed and asked "Is something bothering you?"

Remus took his notepad and wrote 'Im worrying bout my brother'

"Your brother" His eyebrow raised slightly along with the inflection of his voice. His eyes darted away for just a second before he pretended to cough "Yes, Of course, You're brother. I see"

The succubi began to write down 'Can I leave? Me and Janus-' But he didn't have time to finish before Logan continued.

"You must be aware that even if you kill Janus you will not get your voice back, are you not? You ate a human and got Punished for it. No matter what you do that will not be reversed"

Another string of hair got stuck between his teeth. He nodded. In his head he corrected 'Parts of a human'. That damn human probably didn't even die from it.

"And I am not sure if it is the same for your brother or not"

If Remus didn't know better he would think Logan was trying to convince him not to go through with the murder. The older demon leant back in his seat and clasped his hands together.

"Have you thought about why you were asked to kill janus?"

'Becuase Jan is smart. Hell wants to make sure he is on our side because his brain is so big and strong and good' He scribbled out.

"There are a lot of smart humans, Remus, not all of them are ordered to be killed" He mindleesly ran his finger against his wedding ring "Would you like to hear my theory?"

He nodded.

"I believe that Janus was picked completely at random. You were behaving poorly before you got sent to earth, correct? You weren't meeting the averages?"

Remus grimaced but nodded.

"I think the higher ups simply wanted to see if they could make you do as told. In this case I suppose they are levearing your brother against you. The human happened to be the one who was picked"

He sunk in on himself 'Why couldnt they have picked a more boring human. Why did it have to be janus'

--

"Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it" Virgil's leg was bouncing up and down so fast his that phone screen became nothing more than a shaky blur as his fingers continued nevertheless to tap at it.

At nearly the exact same time Remus knocked at the apartment door to Virgil' and Janus' apartment. Even through the door he could hear frantic breathing and gentle shushes but the sounds were quickly hushed as soon as he knocked. It took another minute or two of waiting by the closed door before he heard Janus' voice yelling.

"The door is open!"

Remus decided the best course of action was to headbutt the door open and as he slammed his way in while laughing he saw Janus and Virgil sitting close together on the couch with Jan having put Virgil's hand against his neck.

The emo was wearing overalls that were unlike his usual dark attire and when he saw the demon he quickly rubbed his palms over his eyes to wipe away any tear stains.

"I gotta go" He mumbled at the same time he got to get his jacket and bag.

"Want me to save some leftove-"

"I'll eat at work"

"Break several legs" Janus waved Virgil off as he stormed past the demon and closed the door behind him. Storming here refering to how he was as moody as a cloud on the horizon.

"Did he get another pole stuck up his ass" Remus let his tail trail behind him on the floor as he went up to lean his arms on the couch.

Janus in turn moved closer on the couch so he could rest his head against the demon's forearm "I don't think he ever quite got the first one unstuck. It was just a close to anxiety attack. Him not getting a full blown attack is good. Also he has the night shift so we totally won't be alone for the enttiiirreee night darling"

"except for the ghosts"

"Of course"

Remus let his head fall down against Janus' and he kissed the skin between his dread locs "Why do you two do that weird neck thing by the way?" He mimicked the way Virgil held his fingers against Jan's neck.

"Oh that? It's an ancient ritual meant to keep Vivzie from turning into a sleeper agent" He said sarcastically "But really it's just a way to relieve his anxiety. Viv got this strange fixation on thinking I will die at any and all moments and feeling my pulse helps him"

"The dead birds don't help with the whole fear of death thing, huh"

"Those have actually lessened ever since I met you. I think you smeal so bastardly that no birds or animals even want to die in the vicinity of you"

Remus squinted "Glad to be of help?"

Janus lightly tugged at his mustache "Won't you sit down"

The demon complied by rolling over the couch seats and falling flat with his head right into Janus' lap. He spun around so he could look into the human's dark brown eyes.

"Though I do imagine the fact that I was near death once right before Vivzie met me couldn't have helped either. I totally don't ever worry that Viv befriending me so soon after the car crash did some irreperable sort of damage in his psyche and gave him an anxiety disorder. Totally not. Never ever do I worry about that. It might be hard to belive but this" He motioned for the scarred half of his face "Is how I look after years of healing. I looked like a bloody slasher villain as a kid-"

"WHAT!?" Remus' eyes went huge "YOU USED TO LOOK EVEN COOLER!?"

Janus couldn't hold back a snort "Sure dear. Want to see the pictures?"

"YOU HAVE BABY PICTURES!?!?!"

"Well more like kid pictures....Actually not that many. Adoption facilities don't actually take that many photos for fun believe it or not. No one is getting paid enough for that. But I believe we have some school photos"

The demon laid on the couch as his babe went and rummaged around forgotten boxes to try and find the yearbooks. As he waited he noticed the fake cobwebs hanging on the wall and since the humans hadn't moved in that long ago it couldn't have been a forgotten halloween decoration. That must have just been Virgil's idea of home decor.

"Thought I was flogging a dead horse there for a minute" Janus muttered as he came back

"CAN I SEE THE HORSE? PLEASE!"

He remembered his date wasn't british and waved it off "I found the yearbook"

He made the demon make place for him on the couch and smiled when Remus instantly threw his arm around him. His tail was wagging so fast it nearly made the couch shake.

"This is from Year 1 I believe" The photo showed a class of tiny 5 year olds all wearing similar uniforms. It didn't take the demon long to recognise Janus, he stood out not only as one of the only two black students but also because of the bandages covering half of his face.

He flipped the page to the photo from Year 2 and it was nearly the same class, still with Janus standing out just as much. The half of his face now looked like a raw wound, giving off a pulsating deep red.

"I knew it! You did look cool!"

"I looked like a James Bond villain"

"Nothing wrong with that!...I think....Don't know who that Bames Jond is. And" Remus smiled "You were so tiny. Like- Like a tiny little...Little human..I never got that"

Janus didn't say anything, he simply pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and burrowed himself closer to his date. (He assumed silently Remus meant he had had to grow up quickly)

Not that he had literally been created as an instant adult. Not that Remus had ever missed or even thought about what it would have been like to be a child. But seeing Janus so small, with untied laces, band-aids on his knees and round plump cheeks, made him imagine it.

"Do you think we would have been friends if we knew each other as small humans?"

"Oh certaintly darling. I think you would have been my lovely henchman on the playground"

"That sounds nice.."

In the photo a blond tuff of hair was barely visible behind Janus and when he showed the photo from Year 3 that blonde hair was still sticking up along with the eye of a student that was hiding behind him.

"Who's that? A Ghost?"

"Vivzie"

Remus scoffed "But that ghost is blond!! Virgin has his stupid black bangs!"

"Yes because those are definitely real"

When the demon continued to stare at him with a confused look he added.

"He dyes his hair"

"His hair dies? Like a cancer person? Did it regrow as black like a lizard tail?"

He took it as a joke and laughed lightly "Yes exactly. That is also how half of my locs became brown and I presume how your friend's hair turned bright white"

The information slowly sunk in. Remus had always assumed humans with colorful hair must have been born that way (human biology was strange) or maybe their hair changed when they got Punished just like theirs did. maybe that was why he saw so many medium sized humans (teens) with colored hair, because they got Punished by being put into the ground or being detained.

He grabbed his human by the arm and shook him around "I WANT THAT!"

"Right now?"

"RIGHT NOW!! BEFORE THE EARTH IMPLODES! BY METEROITE!"

"But I was thinking of opening up some wine and getting cozy.." He pretended to wipe away a tear.

Remus leant in and kissed him briefly, which made Janus let out a highed pitched sound "Later. Hair first. Now where can we find these hair dying stuff?"

"Darling we should really have a discussion on whether we kiss suddenly or after asking because" He was fanning himself "That was sudden. And to answer your question, the store"

"LETS GO! LETS GO!"

-

"I think i would like some white this time, Then if I braid my locs I will look like a chess board!"

"Great camoflauge..For when the zombies come. I think I want hmm-"

"Allow me to guess. Hmm, I see no other option for you than...red"

Remus gasped "NO! NOT STUPID RED! Green obviously! Pretty nice gorgeous puke green!"

"I know dear, I know"

The worker behind the delicatessen was lining up a cut of meat and brought out a butchers knife. Remus' eyes fixated on the knife as it sliced down right through the middle of the meat, splitting it in two. He imagine Janus' head laying there instead. Imagined his blade cutting down into-

He shook his head and leant down to place his arm around his human's waist and whispered "Wanna shoplift?"

Janus rolled his eyes before smirking "I'll be the distraction" He murmured into his ear, so close his hot breathe touched against his skin.

All the human had to do was walk within eye distance of the cashier while pretending to take a closer peek at the candy display and the worker instantly tried to not so subtly stare at his scarred skin grafts. Meanwhile the demon used his tail to move one can of hair dye under his shirt after the other.

For good measure he let his horns flash such bright red the store lights began to flicker before he took Janus' hand in his and rushed out of the store. He speed up on the street until he fully took off into a run still with his human right behind him. he squeezed his hand and got the urge to use his wings to show him the sky above-

But that was Angel shit.

Remus stopped in his tracks and saw a bird crash into the store window on the other side of the street. It fell to the ground and it's wings continued to flail for a few more seconds before it's small body went completely still.

He heard Janus laugh while catching his breathe and let his eyes go from the dead bird.

"Kith?" He asked and as soon as Jan even started to nod he was already pulling him into an embrace to kiss him.

He closed his eyes and focused on the new warm sensation of feeding. He felt Janus' hands grab ahold of the back of his tanktop and twist the fabric around the tips of his fingers.

It tasted like a delicious dinner. Like a finely made stea- The butchers knife flashed before Remus eyes and he took a step back. "Wanna uhh wanna get to the dying?- The dying of hair?"

Janus took his hand again and nodded "That was fun! Vivzie never lets me shoplift. He thinks the pigs will get me for a single stolen egg"

-

"That's goopy!"

"Stop moving or your face is going to be green as well"

"Like an alien!"

Remus sat only in his undies and his choker on the bathroom floor with Janus right behind him. The human was wearing plastic gloves and slowly massaging in the green dye down to his scalp. So far he had had to pull out several leaves, a dead worm and a full chicken wing bone from his hair.

"Want to hear about this uhh like psychological study I read about recently!? It's fucked uP!"

"Sure"

Janus let Remus go on for 5 entire minutes about the standford prison experiment while listening like he hadn't heard about it many times before just because Remus was flapping his hands around so happily while ranting about it.

"And then they had to end it at Day 6 already!"

"Crazzyyy" Janus said in his snarky tone "You've heard of the Milgram experiment?"

The demon turned his head so quickly he nearly got dye all over his nose "NO! What's it about!?"

"How about you go and look that up while I dye my hair"

"But I wanna help"

Janus rolled his eyes "I won't risk my beloved sweater to dye my hair. I am Going to have to undress upwards at least and I'm not sure-"

"Were you planning on wearing a shirt if we fucked?"

"I- Well- I hadn't planned that far" Remus giggled "Don't laugh! You Bloody skunk muppet! I'm going to dye your mustache green too! You will be walking around looking like a leprechaun!"

Remus gasped and covered his mustache with his hands "You wouldn't!"

"I sure would!"

His giggle attack stopped and he tried to look more serious "But if you're not comfy I will go and entertain myself I guess. I can look through the Virgin's garbage and find blackmail dirt on him!"

"Thanks" Janus' eyes flickered back and forth across the tiled floor as his date began to move to stand up "No- But- But you might just have a tiny miniscule point somewhere. I mean. It's not that I don't feel comfortable with you here it is just. It's totally not like I have meber been so close to anyone but Viv before and it doesn't make me nervous in the slightest. I don't think anyone besides him and my doctors have even seen me shirtless"

"I can stand in the corner like Blair Witch! No seeing unless you tell me you're okey with it!" Remus suggested.

"Dear that sounds like a lovely plan"

The demon gave him a cheery smile before standing up and turning his back around so all he saw was the washing cabinet. He heard his human move about to drag his shirt off but zoned out from it when he noticed if he looked a bit sideways he could see himself in the mirror.

He had nearly forgotten about the white streak right at the forefront of his hair until now. Even as Janus had put the dye into every part of his hair that white streak still stayed. The rest was a nearly neon green. Except that.

He wondered if Roman had it too-

"I think you can turn around"

Janus interrupted his train of thought and he blubbered out some nonsense string of words while turning around. The first thing he noticed was that his human had put all of his black dreadlocs up into a bun while the dyed brown ones stayed hanging down to his shoulders.

"Oh your hair! So cute! Makes me wanna gnaw on it!"

He snickered "Darling I love how that is what you notice first"

"Oh! Right" He moved his eyes down to Janus' chest and blurted out "That's it?"

"What? Disappointed I don't have D cups"

"You were hyping it up so much I thought you had like a secret robot arm or like a third nipple! That's just" He sat down next to Jan on the floor and put his hand against his chest "More of you"

He noticed there was a slight color difference between the skin on his right arm and rest of him. It wasn't like the scars on his face but there were patches of slightly lighter brown along with bumps here and there.

Jan noticed where his eyes were going and explained "It's easier to graft skin onto arms than onto a face"

"It's so hot. I love your skin and grafts and jiggly titties" He smacked one of them lightly "And- And tummy and your human uneven skin and you not having horns and your lighting bolt scar strech thingies and the hair right here" he touched along Jan's happy trail "And you're so hot!"

"I hear that every day" He said sarcastically to try and downplay his blushing. Ideally he wouldn't have people comment on his scars or grafts at all but having someone gush over them was certaintly a nice change of pace.

Remus moved in for a kiss but Janus held up his hand so the kiss landed squarely into his palm.

"Nuh-uh darling. You will get green all over me. Patience patience"

The demon sulked beside him as he put white dye on the locs that had previously been dyed brown. A consistent thumping noise went on for several minutes.

"Do you also hear that or has the goverment implanted something in me" Jan snarked.

"Must be rats fucking in the walls" Remus replied, knowing fully well it was him smacking his tail into the floor out of impatience. His stomach was growling.

"There!" The dye had all been splattered on "Now I believe we must wait at least 30 minutes to let the color sink in before we rinse it off. Feel like watching something spooky or campy? Or both"

The demon rubbed the tip of his nose against the other man's "I wanna watch medical docs and make out!"

"Paattience darling"

Janus put on a murder mystery show and pulled out an entire notebook to note the evidence for who he thought the murderer was. Usually he wrote down Remus' comments as well but the only thing the demon could focus on was him.

His eyes were etched into the human's soft dark skin, at the vein barely visible along his neck.

Something cold slipped down his lip and he realized he was drooling.

"Stop giving me those puppy eyes" Janus said as he slipped his finger under his date's choker to pull his face close.

Remus met his kiss like a dying man in the desert met water. He clammered his hands around the nape of Jan's neck to hold him even closer.

He kissed so hard that Jan fell over on the couch and laughed against his lips. Remus moved his legs on either side of his stomach and leant his chest down against the human's to keep making out.

It was as if for the first time in his life he felt level headed from finally eating enough.

Even when Janus panted and pulled away to catch his breathe Remus kept littering kisses against his neck, down to his shoulder and chest. Until his human pulled at his hair and he went back up to kiss his lips.

"Good boy" Jan murmured.

His horns began to grow brighter and brighter as he feasted. His heart beated faster and his blood ran hotter. He felt the sensation of his organs pumping through the new energy at the same time as he felt the sensation of Janus' plump wet lips and his just as wet slippery slithering tongue and he-

"OW!"

Janus pushed him away and pinned himself to the corner of the couch while holding his hands over his lips.

The demon reached out his hands but they stayed hovering in the air "Wh-what?"

"You bloody bit me!"

He moved his hand aside and a wound, small but still clear as day, could be seen on his bottom lip. A piece of skin had been ripped off and Remus realized the skin now was stuck between his teeth.

It tasted delicious.

A few droplets of blood slid down to his chin and Remus was quick to lick it up "I'm sorry"

"Just- just warn beforehand. I know you're freaky and all that but I've barely even thought about kinks, we can't jump into biting immediately. Definitely not letting you give me head today though if you're in such a bitey mood" The alarm on his phone went off indicating it had gone 30 minutes "I'll go rinse my hair first. It takes ages for my locs to dry anyway"

Remus parsed his lips and knew he was supposed to say something flirtatious. Maybe ask for them to shower together. Maybe ask if he should help. Maybe kiss him again.

But his mouth clamped shut. He desperately wanted to hold onto the taste of Janus. He didn't want that putrid taste of Lust to permiate down his throat and ruin it.

The butcher's knife flashed before his eyes. The bird flying into the window. The tv was still on in the background, the detective was revealing that the culprit was a woman who had murdered her own twin.

Janus left to go to the bathroom and the demon stayed behind with his toes dangling off the edge of the couch. He picked at his skin until it started to scab.

He turned his head to the kitchen cabinet in the corner of the living room and with his eyes blurry from being zoned out he got up and took quiet steps towards it. His tail reached out and grabbed the largest knife and dropped it in his hands.

He pressed his ear to the door and heard that the water was still running as he touched the doorknob and realized that the door wasn't locked.

Just as he turned the knob the water stopped and he froze.

A few more seconds passed before the door opened right to his face and Janus stepped through with a bathrobe wrapped around himself.

The human looked up at him with a surprised look before his eyes darted to the knife in Remus' hand and he flinched back.

Remus' eyes darted to it as well as if he was surprised he was even holding it.

"Can- Can you help me cut my hair" He sputtered out and held the knife out towards Janus.

Janus relaxed and carefully touched his finger against the tip of the knife to lower it "Honey usually people use scissors for that. besides you still have to rinse your hair before that"

He stayed standing in the doorway with his eyes wide open and without saying anything for long enough that Janus had to ask.

"Dear, Are you feeling okay?"

"Remy- My friend Remy said my brother's...Not doing good"

"I see. Viv alos cuts his hair when he's having a hard time" Janus lightly pinched Remus' stomach "I'm glad having Remy over made you eat a bit more at least"

Remus looked down and realized his stomach was actually fuller than usual, his fingers even looked less skeletal and when he brought his hand up to scratch under his eye he felt his cheekbone less than normal.

The human took the knife out of his hands and instead brought his hand to Remus' back to guide him closer to the shower "I'll go and grab the scissors while you shower"

The demon nodded and immediately pulled off his underwear to which he could Janus actually let out a screech of surprise. He put his hand over his heart while overly dramatically fanning himself with the other.

"Okay! Apparently I will go and grab some sunglasses as well so you won't have any idea what I'm staring at!"

He closed the door behind him but Remus could still hear him continue to babble to himself through the wall.

-

"Does this please you my liege?" Janus held up the mirror so Remus could see himself.

He had trimmed Remus' hair so it was less like an entire myrcelium network growing out of his scalp and more like just an overenergetic afro....Well now that it was dyed a bright green it did look sort of like a radioactive bush.

"Yeah yeah sure it looks gereat" Remus replied, he had already began chewing at his hair again.

"I think you're hair is about 3C, want me to braid it? Give you box braids? Moon puffs? Vivzie's hair is so straight, he does let me braid it if I want to but he just ends up looking like Adele at coachella"

Remus moved to lay his head aginst his human's chest and snaked his hands around his arm "I just don't want this day to end" He mumbled into the fluff of the bathrobe.

"Well you'll be sleeping here, won't you? it's defnitely not like we can cuddle for as long as you want, not a chance that that is a possibility"

"Mhm...I'd like that"

Janus had a hard time even making Remus latch off of him for long enough so he could change into his nightgown (the demon stayed in his undies). They reheated some peasoup Virgil had made earlier that day and Remus kept snickering under his breathe about eating 'Pee soup'. They played 3 rounds of Clue and 2 of the Murder she wrote boardgame and Jan won every one because the demon was only preoccupied with coming up with the most elaborate murder ways.

The sun had gone down and so had the blinds on the windows when Janus yawned and rolled into the bottom bunk bed so that he was closest to the wall. He patted the place beside him while eyeing the demon.

Remus let out a happy screech while climbing down under the cover next to his human. He poked at his feet with his toes and moved closer to rest his face against Jan's warm chest. He could hear his steady heartbeat and all he could think about was the layer of skin followed by blood followed by tissue followed by fat followed by muscle followed by meat and finally bone, And how easy it would be to cut through all of it.

"Darling?"

"Mhm?" He shook his head around to get the thoughts out.

Janus twirled a loc of Remus' hair around his finger while letting his leg intertwine with his "I've been thinking.....We have gone on several dates, you eat dinner with me at my home quite regularly and we've kissed. We've even...well I've never been this intimate with someone. I would...It's totally not like I would want us to clarify what type of relationship we're in or anything"

The demon thought for a moment before tilting his head up to meet his eyes "I love you. Does that work as answer?"

"Well preferably a bit more detailed than that"

"I really love you! Like you could wear a pint of my blood around my neck! Or eat a bit of my flesh! That would be so romantic!"

"Oh it would!" He smiled as Remus kissed him and that same smile stayed as he quietly asked, nearly whispered to him "Would calling you my boyfriend work?"

Remus' tail instantly stood up and his horns turned a stop light red "I've never had one of those"

"I've had thousssands of them. They just keep appearing. Under my bed, in my cereal, crawling out of my tv" He went extra snarky when he was anxious.

"I think that could be nice. Being boyfriends. More than nice! Mega ultra cool!"

"Really?"

He nodded and Janus leant in to kiss him again. The demon felt the human excitedly kick his legs as he did so.

"Well then. I never imagined I would get a boyfriend this soon! Obviously I knew it would happen eventually since I am a snack! But already, Oh dear! See you tomorrow my darling boyfriend" He kissed the tip of his nose before snuggling further down under the cover "Good night"

"Good night. Tomorrow we can make pancakes and shape them into lil monsters"

"Sounds good" Jan mumbled, sleepyness slowly taking over his voice.

"And I can show you this horror film, it's not too gory, and I can cuddle you when it gets too scary"

"Mhmm"

"And then we can go to the park and I can chase dogs around while you drink bubble tea"

"Mhm..........."

Deep snores started to come from Janus and for a while Remus simply laid there and watched his chest slowly rise and fall. A bit of drool fell down his cheek and the demon reached out to wipe it away with his thumb, no reaction came. He was fully asleep.

Remus sat up slightly in the bed and took a deep breathe.

He had helped him shoplift. He'd made out with him. He'd been close to being intimate with him. Surely it had to count.

Surely Hell would accept it. He just had to-

He just had to protect Roman.

Humans die quick anyway.

He just had to keep the memory of how feeding off of Janus' felt close to his heart.

He just had to-

Remus picked up his pillow and pressed it against his boyfriend's face.

At first there didn't come any reaction. It wasn't until he pressed harder that the snoring stopped and got replaced with more labored breathing.

He didn't let up. He watched as his boyfriend still deep in slumber unconciously reached out a hand to try and move whatever was suffocating him away, but his hand simply fell down to his side again.

Only a few seconds more and-

A knife suddenly got pressed against Remus' neck.

"Move the hell away from him!" Virgil whispered into his ear.

The demon stayed still but that made the knife get pressed harder against his skin to the point that blood started to simmer out.

"NOW!"

[cheerstotheelites-if]

hi L, if you dont mind, can you write a detailed description of the important characters? I at some point want to draw all of them, and i love drawing details! maybe the shape of the nose and the eyes, moles and freckles, and anything that is overall significant in their design. also, is there a tag that i should put when i post the art? is it fine to mark you?

I have the RO Appearances post which can help with that, since there is already available art (note that it is stylized) of the RO's too with description of their appearances. I kept the rest of the appearance vague on purpose so people can headcanon stuff, but I'll still give a bit more details under the cut, don't worry. Though don't expect a lot. It'll probably be 2~5 at most ^^;;

For the tags, just the name of the IF is fine, and whatever personal tags you want to add. Also yes, it's alright to @ me! I wanna see that gucci fanart of yours and thank you so much!! :]

Weylyn

》 Round eyes

》 Normal body type

》 Wavy nose

》 Curly-wavy hair

》 Long scar on his left arm

Fleur

》 Upturned eyes

》 Slender body build

》 Button nose

》 Wavy-straight hair

》 Looks a bit sickly and gaunt

Zephyrine

》 Round eyes

》 Curvy body build

》 Greek nose

》 Loosely curled hair

》 Faded scars under her wrist

Eliseo

》 Hooded eyes

》 Atheletic body build

》 Roman nose

》 Straight hair

》 Veiny, spidery hands

Cooper

》 Almond eyes

》 Scrawny body build

》 Straight nose

》 Shaggy hair

》 Constant dirt under his nails

Ophelia

》 Downturned eyes

》 Lanky body build

》 Celestial nose

》 Wavy hair

》 Plentiful scars on her feet and ankles

[royalityweek]

Day 2: Family/Friendship

It’s Day 2 Travelers! This time Mod Duke and Mod Dreamer collabed and made a short fic for the prompt. As always we hope you enjoy and we look forward to your submissions! ❤️💙❤️

Enough was enough. Patton decided he couldn’t take any more of the animosity that was constantly pulsating around the room between him and Roman in particular. He read his note one more time before he sighed and morosely made his way back to his room to gather his things.

-- Roman couldn’t help but realise that he had been a bit of a jerk recently, he knew he was pushing everyone away, Patton in particular. He knew that Patton was just trying to help him, but his ego was getting in the way, along with his recently discovered feelings… Rejection was something that he was too used to, and he didn’t want to be rejected by someone he cared about more than himself.

He walked into the living room to get a drink and noticed a neat envelope with all too familiar writing on the front. Roman started to worry as he opened the envelope and began to read feeling the lump in his throat getting more and more cumbersome.

'I'm so thankful for my years spent with this fam-ily, for everything we shared, every chance we had to grow. I'll take the best of them with me. If I were to be honest with you: this isn't what I want, but I'll take the high road. Maybe it's because I look at everything as a lesson or because I don't want to walk around angry. Or maybe it's because I finally understand. There are things we don't want to happen but have to accept; things we don't want to know but have to learn; and people we can't live without but have to let go.'

He finished reading it for the third time and tried to steady his shaking hand. He bowed his head “No, Patton… No.” He muttered before running out of the room, calling out for Patton. He stood outside Patton’s room and knocked tentatively. -- Patton heard Roman called out for him down the corridor but as much as he wanted to run to him, he ignored the calls and continued to pack a bag as slowly as he could. He heard a light knock on his door before a trembling voice spoke.

“Patton? Patt… Can I come in? Please?” Roman’s voice was scared… almost sad and Patton sighed before walking a little closer to the door.

“Ro… You’re not gonna change my mind.” Patton responded, not truly believing the words he spoke. He felt Roman sigh and put his body weight on the door.

“Patton please you can't leave... We need you... I need you...” Roman pleaded and Patton could feel his resolve crumbling with every word. Patton rested his hand and the door handle desperately fighting the urge to open it, he was still hurt after all.

“... You've got a funny way of showing it.” Patton admitted, he needed to get those words across. He heard Roman chuckle bitterly and it made his heart hurt more, he didn’t want to hurt the one he lov- cared about… He couldn’t say the L word, not until he knew things would be different, that they could fix the small cracks and be happy.

Roman sighed yet again and rested his head on the door. “I know... I know I've sucked at showing it recently, but I can't lose you Patton... You're family, and I... I love you...” Patton’s breath hitched as soon as he heard those words.

“You do?” He asked softly, placing his hand on the door. 

“Yes I always have... Always will...” Roman confirmed. Patton’s mind was made up. He opened the door and was met with Roman’s completely flushed face as he fumbled with his hands.

“If you want to leave and don't feel the same I can't stop you... I just needed to get that off my chest...” Roman stumbled over his words and Patton rested his hand on top of Roman’s gently.

“I do love you too, Ro... That's why it hurt so much when you were shutting me out and pushing me away... but I know we can be okay.” Patton reassured.

“I know I messed up Patton and I know I never should've done that but I'm sorry... I didn't know how much I was hurting you. From here on out we'll talk everything out no matter the issue.” Roman insisted and Patton felt a smile tug on his lips.

“... Do you promise?” Patton asked.

“I promise... Prince's Honor.” Roman raised his hand theatrically and Patton giggled in response.

“Alright Ro, I'm not going anywhere.” Patton stated and Roman smiled softly back at him.

“Thank you Patt.”

“Always.”

[solitairesys]

shoutout to the name doubles in our system

abby and abee

aidan and aiden

alex and alexis

allie, allison h, allison k, and allyson

amanda h, amanda m, and amanda y

april m and april y

bea, bee, and bee-l

bill c and bill d

king, king c, and king

brit and britney

cami and camie

carlos d and carlos r

casey, cassie, and castor

charleigh, charlie d, charlie m, and charlie s

chris, christina, and christine

claire and clarisse

courteney and courtney

eddie k, eddie m, and eddiev

el, eleven, eliana, elizabeth, ella, and elle (all respond to el)

emira and emma

ethan c, ethan k, and ethan n

eva, evan, and eve

finn and finney

fred and freddy

gin and gina

gregg and gregory

griff and griffin

harlan, harley, and harbor

hawks and hawkins

heather k and heather m

himiko and hiyoko

isabela and isabella

ivy and ivy s

jade h and jade w

james r and james w

jax, jay, and jaz

jenni and jennifer

john b, john l, john m, and johnny

kaede and kaede

katelyn and katie

klaus b and klaus h

kris and kris c

leo and leo v

lilith, lily and lina

liz and lizzie

lucy l, lucy, luisa, lulu g, and lulu p

marcie and marcy

mark b and mark f

matt and matt

max and maxx

may, maya, and mayu

mike and mikey

mandy and mindi

moon and moon

peter, pieter, and petaro

pomeline and pomni

sidney and sydney

raine, ray, ray s, raya, and rayleigh

ren, rena, and rena r

robbie and robin

roman r, roman s, rowan, and roxanne

ryan and ryan e

ryukyu ad ryuuko

sal and sally

sam, sam c, sam e, and sammy

shin, shina, and shino

star b and star c

tamaki, tatami, and tatum

tobias, toby ra, toby ro, and tubbo (all respond to toby)

tyler and tyson

vickie and vicky

will, willow, and willow p

yada, yuka, and yuta

zoe l, zoe o, and zoey

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

lol imagine if Roman was the type of guy who had one of this fantasy worlds where he daydreams in. Like those cartoon characters that remeber the entire episode differently and makes themselves the hero lol. I imagine he imagines everyone differently lol.

Janus:The idiot that messes up everything

Remus:Wow you’re so cool Roman! You’ve come to save me! I’m so half you’re here!

Virgil:I missed you!

Logan:Wow! You were right and I was wrong about EVERYTHING! God I’m dumb!

Patton: *basically the same*

——-

Real Remus: seriously- this is how Roman sees me?-

Ro W O U L D and I N E E D it XD He's the Prince of being dramatic and exaggerating things XD

[asksanderssides]

What trait do you like most about the other sides? And, conversely, what trait do you dislike most?

Patton: There are so many things I love about all of them!! But I'll just do one each for now. Roman’s so creative, Logan's really smart, and Virgil has really cool fashion sense! Janus is pretty nice once you get to know him, and Remus... well, he's certainly not afraid to be himself.

Logan: Patton looks after Thomas and deals with all the... icky emotional stuff that I don't understand, and I really do appreciate that. Virgil and I have a lot of similar interests, and it's nice to have someone to talk to about those. Janus is quite smart, although he uses his intelligence to deceive people, and Remus doesn't shy away from the more disturbing aspects of science. And my least favourite thing about all of them is when they don't listen to reason.

Roman: Clearly, none of the other sides are as fabulous as me, but I guess they do have some positive traits. Logan is actually kinda fun to debate with, when he's not being a total stick in the mud. Patton looks after me when I'm sick, and I've actually been having a good time with our resident emo nightmare recently. My favourite thing about the other two is when they're not here.

Virgil: Oh shit are we doing compliments? I'm no good at those, uh... Patton always shows how much he cares about all of us which is really comforting, I guess Princey is pretty fun to hang out with, L comforts me when I'm having a bad day and I appreciate that. I don't think I can say anything about the other two without getting in trouble with Pat.

Janus: Hm... Well, like I said, Patton's not as irritating as he looks, Remus is at least interesting to be around, Logan's pretty boring but I do love a man in a suit. And my least favourite trait in any person is disloyalty, so... figure that one out for yourselves.

Virgil: Maybe people would be more loyal to you if you weren't such a prick.

Remus: My turn! My favourite thing about Ro-bro is that he's really fun to wind up.

Roman: Why you little-

Remus: See? Janus is also fun to annoy, Virgil has that cool double voice thing he does, Logan just needs to stop being so uptight, and Patton can turn into a giant frog which is a good thing in my book!

[fuzzy-wuzzy-emo]

Roman walks down a cobblestone path. The autumn leaves drift peacefully from the trees, landing on the soft dirt.

Suddenly the world flips up side down, as ropes grab his ankles, lifting him aloft. He reaches up, starting to hold the rope. He sighs. He had no idea how to undo this.

Not only did he forget every knot tying lesson Logan had taught him, he also forgot every spell the dragon witch had taught him. And it was enchanted with a binding spell, preventing Roman from sinking out.

Remus jumps out from the shadows. "Hello, mea- l... oh. Hi Roman." Roman glares at him, nearly growling. "Get. Me. Down."

Remus cackles. "That's- how- you got caught?!" Roman groans, letting go. He swung softly in the wind, hair in his face. "Just... don't tell the others, okay?"

Remus's grin practically splits his face in two. "Oh. I've been looking for a new statue." Roman's eyes go wide. "Re- Remus. Remus please. It was one time!" Remus flicks his nose. "Yeah, for a week! You know how bored I was? I wasn't sure you'd even let me go!" Roman crosses his arms. "If Patton didn't make me undo the spell, you would have been stuck much longer." Remus steps back. "Wait, what? Ro-bro, you said you were sorry?" Roman scoffs. "Patton made me say that. I'm not sorry, and I'd do it again." Remus growls, smile wide. "Oh, then I'm perfectly justified in keeping you stuck forever! I'll tell Logan it's self defense." Roman snarls. "Leave the others out of this." Remus singsonged. "I'll tell Patton you're not really sorry~" Roman's brave facade cracked at that. "Look, Patton would save me." Remus booped his nose. "And if you're a statue, Virgil wouldn't have to come to your rescue every week!" Roman looks at Remus, eyes flickering around. "What? Uh, no, he- this is the kind of fate he would worry about me getting into." Remus summons Janus. "Hey Jan Jan~" Janus smiles. "Yes, darling?" Janus stares Roman down. "What have you caught this time?" Roman whines. "Janus... help..." Janus sighs, shaking his head. "Sorry, as a no good liar, and a villain, I cannot help such a flawless hero such as yourself..." Remus squeals. "I'm turning him into a statue! But but but, I need something to torment him while he's a statue. I need your help, I know I can be a bit much when it comes to this stuff..." Janus chuckles. "Very well... I'm thinking either hypnosis, so he love love loves being a statue, or tickling." Remus jumps up and down. "Both! Both! Both!"

[cavalrysystem]

Brother, I've got you.

Summary: after an argument with Logan, Roman seeks out his older twin for comfort.

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Roman didn't know what he did wrong. Logan didn't seem busy, so Roman had been trying to coordinate a day of line running with the logical facet. "So if tomorrow doesn't work maybe we can do s-"

"Do you ever shut up, Roman?"

The question stings as it registers in Roman's ears, and the light sided twin looks at Logan with a confused look, eyebrows furrowed in upset. "W-what?" Roman murmurs, flinching as Logan begins yelling at him.

"I said do you ever shut up!? You never fucking listen to anyone! God sometimes I wish I could just grab you by the neck and squeeze until you stop fucking talking all the time!"

Roman's eyes fill with golden tears. The princely side throws the script in Logan's face and runs off, not hearing Virgil scolding Logan. As Roman runs, he thinks to himself 'maybe he's right?'. He doesn't realize he's heading right for the darksides until Janus is calling out for Roman to slow down, to stop, to breathe—

Roman spots his brother and only manages to get out a sob before he's going over and waiting for Remus to set aside the crochet project.

Remus, instantly, sets his current task aside and carefully pulls the younger twin into his lap, letting Roman bury his face in the nape of his neck. Remus rests a hand on Roman's back, starting to rock himself and Roman. "Hey Ro-bro." Remus cooed gently, forgetting Janus is in the room. "It's alright. Bubba's got you."

Janus opens his mouth to speak, but upon the glare the snake-eqsue side receives from the duke, shuts his mouth. Janus muttered under his breath, bewildered at the display Remus is showing. Nonetheless, the deceitful facet quietly enters the kitchen and starts preparing some cold chocolate milk for Roman and Remus.

"L-log-" Roman sobs as he curls up, hands curling into fists as he grasps at the fabric of his brother's costume, unable to bring himself to speak.

"Sssh, sssh...it's alright. You don't need to talk." Remus whispers reassuringly, combing his hand through Roman's hair gently as he keeps rocking the two of them. "I can take a guess as to what happened." Remus grumbled, sounding a bit upset.

"B-but-"

"But nothing, bubby." Remus assured, as Roman sits up and wipes the gold tears off his own face. "You don't have to talk. Just nod or shake your head." Remus hummed, waiting for Roman's approval.

After Roman nods, Remus takes a moment to remind himself to remain calm. "You had an argument with Logan, and he made a comment about how you like to talk?"

When Roman nodded, Remus's eye twitched. "Well, that fucker is wrong. He just has an orange painted stick up his ass." Remus pulls Roman close again, snapping his fingers so him and his twin both are in comfortable matching pajamas. "There. Better?"

"Mhm..."

"Good. Double-Dee, get in here!"

"Be paitent you street rat!" Janus called back, resulting in both the twins snickering. After a moment Janus returns to the living room carrying one red cup with a lid and straw, and a matching green one. "Thesssse are both the sssame." Janus held the cups out

Roman takes the green one, and Remus takes the red. Roman settles in Remus's lap, leaned up against his muscular twin. Remus always had the stronger build, it was why Roman loved Remus's hugs so much. "...thanks, Jan.." Roman murmurs softly, sipping the chocolate milk.

"It isn't a problem, Roman." Janus hummed, settling next to the two. "Now...who upset you? And do you want reassurence?"

Remus hummed, putting a hand on Roman's head and messing with his hair. "Jay, he already talked about it once. I'll check in with you later, okay?"

"Ugh, fine. I'll leave the remote here, I'll be in my room if you need me." And with that, Janus left.

Remus turned his attention to Roman. "Ro...I'm sorry we haven't hung out in a while-" he begins, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. "I dont...really have an excuse. I'm sorry."

"...'s okay." Roman murmurs as he leans against Remus. "I wasn't...the best brother either." Roman sighed softly as he took another sip of the chocolate milk. "Logan and Virgil have been riding my ass so much I can barely get away from them."

"I'll cut their dicks off!"

"No, thats- not what the issue is."

"Oh. Wait then...can you tell me what the issue is?"

Roman bit his lip, and nodded. "Promise you won't get mad...?"

"You know I can't promise that, Ro..." Remus said softly, quietly.

Roman sighed softly. "I know. But uhm...Logan and Virgil want Patton to ban me from visiting you..."

Remus's eye twitched. "Do you know why?"

Roman nodded. "They uhm.. think we're out committing crimes and stealing things."

"Uh-huh?"

"And I tried to explain that it's not true but they just..."

"Wouldn't listen?" Remus combed a hand through Roman's hair gently.

Roman nodded and took a breath. "I really like hanging out with you a-and Patton knows and doesn't want to stop me from doing that, but Logan and Virgil keep pressuring him.."

Remus sighed, rolling his ruby red eyes. "Of course they do, fuckin' pricks." Remus murmurs, tentacles squirming on his back.

Roman finished his chocolate milk. "...can we draw together?"

"Huh? Oh, like...pa...para.."

"Paralell play."

"Yeah that fuckin shit. Sure thing rommy." Remus waved his arm and the art supplies appeared, Remus setting the drinks aside. "You wanna paint, sketch, color, or...?"

"Whatever works." Roman grabbed a multi-media sketchbook and a mechanical pencil.

"Okay bubby." Remus hummed happily, nose scrunching up. He popped his lips and grabbed a canvas to start sketching on.

Roman also popped his lips, quietly rocking himself back and forth. Remus did the same, both twins needing some sort of motion stimuli.

The two sat next to eachother, happily drawing