#roman throws compliments around like candy

[naminethewriter]

I Still Recognize You

I'm trying to catch up! Here's day three of @roceit2023, hope you enjoy 🥰

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Masterpost | Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Summary: Roman is waiting for his partner at a Masquerade Ball. Then he spots the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

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Roman excused himself from the conversation he’d been having with two acquaintances to get himself a drink. He’d arrived at the party about an hour ago and despite the masks, he had already found a few old friends in the crowd. There was one person he knew would be coming and was looking forward to seeing the most that he had yet to spot: his partner Janus.

He had wanted to come together of course but for some reason Janus had insisted on meeting him at the party. Why, they didn’t explain but after noticing Roman’s disappointment they had assured him that it was a surprise that Roman was going to enjoy greatly, so he had agreed. But finding Janus had proven difficult so far (though they might have just not arrived yet), so after grabbing a drink, Roman searched for a spot that would give him a good overview of the room.

Thankfully he found a quiet corner where he could take a few moments to just observe the crowd. As he was taller than most other guests it was unnecessary to find a higher place. He stood there and sipped his drink for a few minutes before he spotted a person in the most gorgeous outfit he had ever seen.

The person wore an elegant yellow and black dress that fit their figure perfectly. Their long blonde hair flowed along their back like a river of gold with a few decorations weaved between the strands that sparkled from afar. The mask the person wore fit the color scheme of the dress and formed a butterfly that hid their face from the nose up. The figure moved through the crowd with effortless elegance that seemed so familiar to Roman and before he even realized it, he was making his way towards the person.

He caught up with them at the bar and cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Good evening,” he greeted politely when they turned around. “Would you give me the honor of a dance with you?”

The person chuckled before taking a sip out of a glass they had just received from the bartender.

“My, aren’t you forward?” they teased and Roman, who had already been very sure of their identity, instantly recognized the voice.

Janus.

“I apologize, but you looked so gorgeous, I simply couldn’t help myself,” he said with a slight bow, causing his partner to chuckle again.

“You are such a flatterer. Very well, let’s dance.” They emptied their glass quickly and grabbed the hand Roman was offering. With a grin, Roman pulled them on the dancefloor and they began to waltz.

“You really do look absolutely beautiful, my dear,” Roman commented when he was sure that he could keep the rhythm without much thought. Janus laughed quietly.

“Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself. I must say, I didn’t think you would recognize me this fast. I’ve only been here for five minutes.”

“As if I wouldn’t recognize you just because you wear a dress.”

“It’s more than just a dress, darling. You’ve hardly seen me with my hair down and I’m wearing a mask. Plus, I have heels that make me at least a few inches taller.”

“Maybe, but there was just something about the way you moved that felt so familiar.”

“They way I move?” Janus asked and even though they were hidden behind the mask, Roman know they raised their eyebrows.

“Yes. So elegant and confident. Drew me towards you immediately.”

“I see. Again, I’m flattered.”

“I should be the one flattered, having you as my partner.”

“I don’t mind you calling me your girlfriend tonight.” Roman could see Janus flush and smiled fondly.

“So I finally get to meet you on a feminine day, huh? I’m honored.”

“Shut up.” Janus flushed deeper and Roman kissed her cheek.

“I mean it. I am so thankful that you feel comfortable enough around me to be who you are. I know that’s not easy for you.”

“Thank you. I’m really glad I bought the dress; it makes me feel great. Even if I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to come without the mask.”

“And that’s fine,” Roman hummed, pulling Janus closer and slowing their movements. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I love you,” Janus said and there was so much relieve in her voice that Roman couldn’t help but press a kiss to her lips.

“I love you, too.”

[roseianxiety]

Prove it

Roceit Week 2023, Day 3: Masquerade/Party/Dance

Content Warning: None

Author's Note: I had fun writing this one specifically, hope yall like it. The other day I wrote Janus being a gay mess now have Roman ;]

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One of Roman's friends was throwing a fancy ball-like party for her birthday and as soon as he received the invitation, he was over the moon. Of course, he can't pass up an opportunity like this. He had to go! And he spent the day before the party going around the mall looking for a gift to give to his friend and for something extravagant to wear, he's got to slay at that party. After hours of searching, Roman finally found the perfect gift and outfit for the party. He bought a beautiful necklace with a matching set of earrings for her friend and him, he bought a glamorous and slick white and red suit and a few accessories.

When the big day arrived, Roman is practically bouncing off the walls with happiness. The whole time on the way there the thought keeps floating through his head and it is how excited he is to attend such a party. And now here he was;

"Wow!" Roman exclaimed as he stepped inside the party venue. The place was stunning, with twinkling lights, lush flower arrangements, and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Even though the party wasn’t very crowded yet, everyone seemed extremely busy doing their own thing, talking among themselves or mingling together. Once he spotted his friend, who was wearing a stunning ball gown and made his way over to her.

"Happy Birthday, !" he said, presenting her with the gift. She unwrapped it eagerly and let out a gasp of delight when she saw the necklace and earrings. "Oh my gosh, Roman, these are beautiful! Thank you so much!"

Roman grinned, "You're welcome," he said.

He then added, "Wow, this place is wonderful, Diane. And you look stunning in that gown, it's giving Cinderella vibes!" Roman giggles.

Diane laughed, "Thanks, Roman! I'm so glad you could make it. And you look amazing too, that suit is so unique and eye-catching!". Roman grinned at her complimenting words.

" Anyway, I can't stay long, Ro. I have to maintain the other guests and stuff. Enjoy yourself!" Diane told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Roman nodded, "Alright, good luck birthday girl." He watched his friend disappear into the crowd with a soft smile before walking towards the buffet table. As he was browsing through all those snacks, when he suddenly heard, “My my, fancy seeing you here, Roman~”.

Roman whipped around to find his one and only rival, Janus. He was Diane's older brother and Roman's long-term archnemesis. Roman's smile immediately faded at the sight of him. Janus was leaning against the table, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. "Janus," Roman greeted him coolly. "Nice to see you here as well." He says with a hint of sarcasm.

"I loooove your suit by the way, you look like a walking candy cane," Janus remarked, his smirk widening. Roman resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew Janus was just trying to get under his skin. "Thanks, I guess," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He then looked up and down at Janus, "Thank you, look like a proper villain in that suit." he retorted, not able to resist the opportunity for a comeback. Janus raised an eyebrow and smirked even wider. "Touche, Roman," he said.

Roman and Janus resumed their small-talk conversation, competing with one another's witty remarks. Roman made an effort to ignore Janus' remarks and concentrate on having fun at the party, but Janus' presence just served to irritate him more.

Roman found himself roaming about the party area as it continued, taking in the décor and watching people dance. He even began conversing with some of Diane's friends and enjoying himself. But every so often, he would catch a glimpse of Janus, who was always lurking in the shadows and sporting the same smug grin. God, he really was some villain wannabe. Roman couldn't help but feel like Janus was purposely trying to ruin his night. But he wasn't going to let him succeed. He was going to enjoy himself no matter what.

As the night wore on, Roman found himself dancing with some lovely stranger along with other people on the dance floor. He was having a great time and completely forgot about Janus' presence.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Speak of the devil.

Roman excused himself from his dance partner and turned around to face Janus. Roman narrowed his eyes at the other male, "What do you want?" he asked. Janus raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Just wanted to dance with you, Roman. Don't be so hostile," he said with a smirk. Roman wasn't buying it. He knew Janus too well to trust him. "I'll pass," he replied curtly.

"What? You're too afraid to have a lil dance with me or you just don't know how to dance?" Janus taunted. Roman glared at him, "For your information, I KNOW how to dance.". Janus chuckled, "Prove it then." He held out his hand, gesturing for Roman to take it. Roman hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He was going to show Janus how amazing he is at dancing. Finally, Roman took Janus' hand and pulled him closer as they began to dance.

Janus places a hand on Roman's shoulder while the other one holds Roman's hand. Roman placed his free hand on Janus' hip as they both danced to the music. Roman tried his best to ignore Janus' smug grin and focus on the dance. He moved gracefully, twirling Janus around and dipping him. For a moment, Roman almost forgot that he was dancing with his arch-nemesis.

Roman couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and attraction towards Janus as they moved to the music. Janus' hand on his shoulder felt firm, and his other hand holding onto Roman's was warm and steady. Roman had to admit, Janus was a good dancer, but he refused to let him know that. Instead, he tried to outdo him with his moves. Despite their rivalry and dislike for each other, he couldn't deny that there was something alluring about Janus. His scent, the way his body moved against Roman's, the heat that radiated from him; it was all so intoxicating. Roman's heart was beating faster and he could feel his body responding to Janus' touch.

Janus leaned in close to Roman's ear, his breath hot against his skin. "You're a good dancer," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Roman shuddered at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn't believe he was feeling this way about his rival.

"Thanks," Roman replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "You're not so bad yourself."

After dancing for a while longer, the song changed. They stopped their movements and Roman reluctantly released Janus' hold on him. Janus smiled playfully, causing Roman to blush slightly. Roman cleared his throat.

"Well, looks like we're done here," he said as he averted his eyes from Janus.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he said, stepping closer to Roman. "Don't you want to dance again?". Roman took a step back, trying to maintain some distance between them. "I think I've had enough dancing for tonight," he said, his voice a little shaky. Janus chuckled. "I'm quite disappointed, Roman," he said. "But if that's what you want, I won't force you to dance anymore."

Roman nodded, feeling relieved. He turned to leave but felt Janus grab his arm. He turned back to face him, his heart racing. Janus leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches away from Roman's. "You know, Roman," Janus whispered, his eyes locking onto Roman's. "I think there's more between us than just a rivalry."

Roman's breath caught in his throat. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do or say. Janus' lips brushed against his own, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "I'll see you around, Roman," Janus said, pulling away and giving him a sly smile before walking away.

Roman stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Janus disappear into the crowd. He was left with a million thoughts swirling through his head. He didn't know what to make of what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure; things between him and Janus were far from over

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🌔🔥Miami Nights🔥🌔

Prompt: Roman’s little bossy attitude towards Y/N will lead them to one of the most sensual nights they’ve had.

Word count: Long...

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, jealousy, a little bit of angst, “make up sex”, cursing, dirty talking (‘cuz we already know I’m a sucker for it!), praise kink and even a little bit of ass worship (because you can never go wrong with that! 😉)

Tag: @jibbles26 , @lustyromantic , @reigns-5sos , @mindofasagittaruis , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @ziasaph

Notes: So, the fact that I’m a lover of rough smut is no secret (I mean, have you seen the shit I write?!) but something that hits you different is a good old sensual smut! Just the intimacy and slow deep movements of it are just worth drooling.. I’ve been wanting to write a more sensual scene for a while so here you go! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊)You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My heels click clack fast upon the stairs as I make my way down to the first floor, severely searching for my phone around the living room.

“What are you looking for?” His deep voice echoed from behind me

“Jesus Christ, Roman! You startled me. I’m looking for my phone, have you seen it?”

“Do you mean this one?” He showed me my phone in his hand

“Oh, thank you baby. I-“ I stopped when instead of giving me the phone, he tossed onto his joggings side pocket.

“What are you doing? Give me my phone, please”

“Where are you going to?” He asks, ignoring my request

“My boss called saying he got a last time meeting with that big potential French buyer and asked me to help him with the translation”

He raised his eyebrows “And you’re dressed like this” He scoots closer, pulling at the hem of my black pencil skirt “Just to meet him?”

“I have to dress nicely. It’s a work meeting, so yeah, I need to dress in work clothes” I spat, not really liking where this was going

“Couldn’t you have ‘dressed nicely’ with pants?”

“What’s your point, Roman?” I ask slightly annoyed

“My point is: You’re dressed in a pencil skirt that will make any alive man stare directly at your ass, your cleavage is so deep that I can see your bra” He leans in “You’re wearing your Givenchy perfume, makeup, heels...all of that, just for a meeting with a buyer?” His voice had an incredulous tone to it

“Yes! I just told you it’s a work thing, how do you expect me show up there? With sweatpants and flip flops?!”

He’s still staring at me as he coldly said

“You’re not going out on that outfit”

“WHAT? Are you kidding me? Since when do you prohibit me from wearing something?”

“Since now!” He growled

I bitterly laughed “Sorry my dear, but I’m not one of our children! You don’t tell me what to do. You’re my husband, not my father!”

He closes the distance between us

“Do you really expect me to believe that you’re looking all hot like that for a last minute meeting? I’m not that dumb, baby girl. To me, that smells like there’s some other male trying to piss at my lawn and I don’t like that” His voice is dangerously low

“Are you suggesting that I’m romantically seeing my boss?” I ask in disbelief

“No, you wouldn’t do that. But him on the other hand, always had a soft spot for you. So yeah, I think he pulled together this whole ‘last minute meeting’ thing just so he can be alone with you. That’s why, you’re gonna go upstairs take off that makeup and that outfit and put on something less provocative”

“I’ve ALWAYS dressed like this to work! Even when I worked at the WWE and you’ve never had a problem with it before”

“I have a problem with it now” He growled

“Roman, are you listening to yourself? You better bring that attitude down! That whole ‘tribal chief’ gimmick thing is going up your head”

“You’re not leaving this house in that outfit!” He roars

“That’s nonsense! Give me my phone back, please”

“No” He calmly answered

“Give me my fucking phone, Roman” I spat

“You want your phone back? Go upstairs and change that outfit” He explained like if I was a kid

“Give me my phone!” I try to grab the phone out of his side pocket, but before I could, he grabbed my wrists forcefully. Locking them in his grip, behind my back.

“Oh, you’re in big trouble now” He devilishly laugh

I try to release my wrists from his grip but it was too tight

“Roman, let me go”

“Why should I? I mean, you were brave enough to try to take your phone away from me, so you can be brave enough to free yourself”

I try to pull on my wrists but the more I try to the harder he grips

“Roman, you’re gonna hurt me, let.me.go” I punctuated so maybe he’ll understand

“Stop fighting then!” He pushes me forward with the hand that is on my back securing my wrists, I tripped and he holds me in place by my ass, with his free hand

“This is mine” He slaps my ass forcefully, making me look up at him with pure hatred

“Don’t give me that look” He warned

“You’re gonna make me loose my job!” I start to fight against his firm grip, in despair to release myself

Roman then holds my body against his by my waist

“Behave” He chuckled

I was already pretty annoyed, to be honest, so I spat

“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God I’ll forget that you are my husband and I’m gonna kick your balls so hard, they’re gonna fly out of your mouth!”

He stares at me and let me go

“My phone, please” I reach out my hand so he can place the phone in it, which he obliged.

The front door opened and the kids ran inside like maniacs followed by Jey, who’s holding some bags from the local Candy Shop.

“This isn’t over yet” Roman whispered

“Man, I tell you, the amount of candy that shop has is out of this world!” He chuckled while chewing on something covered in chocolate. He looked at us and said

“Uh oh, I feel some tension...Did I had a bad timing?”

“No, Jey” I say “You couldn’t have a better timing not even if you tried to!” I look away from Roman to get my hand bag and the kids ran to us to show what uncle Jey had bought them.

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I came home around 10 p.m. The reunion was a success and we had managed to close a deal with one of the French buyers we were hoping to get a contract with. He was in Vancouver for business and was able to attend the meeting through a video conference.

One part of me was excited to tell Roman about it because he knew how much that contract would help me in both career and money wise. But the other part of me was still mad at him for that little stunt he put up earlier.

I walk through the living room to place my hand bag and phone at the coffee table when the lamp by the armchair went on.

“Did you had fun?” Roman asked with a cold voice

“Sweet Lord, Roman! Do you want to kill me?”

“It must have been quite fun, I mean, for you to have came back home just now”

“You do know there’s a timezone of -3 hours from Vancouver to Florida right?”

“I didn’t asked that, I asked if you had fun”

I look at him in disbelief and say

“Look, I don’t know what’s up with the whole Samoan Don Corleone thing, but I’m really tired” I sighed

“Come here Y/N”

“What? You’re gonna ask me to kiss your ring too, Don Samoan?” I mock

He cackled at my little joke and stood up from the armchair, walking towards me.

“You and your clever little mouth, right baby? Always putting yourself in trouble with those pretty lips” His smile fade-away and he quickly pulled my head up by my hair

“I think you’re forgetting that you’re walking on thin ice right now and I wouldn’t test me if I were you”

“Where are the kids?” I ask faintly

“At Jey’s, for a sleep over” His smile is now purely evil

“Did you planned this, then?”

“C’mon baby, how are you gonna be able to scream my name while I fuck you senseless if the kids are at home?” He leans in to sniff the nape of my neck

“I love when you wear this perfume, it drives me crazy! It makes me want to fuck you all night long” He sucks on my neck “You look good enough to eat Y/N. That skirt baby...it’s gonna be the death of me! Give me a 360, baby girl” He said, intertwining our fingers and slowly turning me around while whistling at me.

“What is this all about?” I ask, suspicious about his true intentions

“What do you mean?”

“The whole complimenting me for the one thing you made a whole fuss about it earlier”

“What? Can’t I compliment my gorgeous wife?” He asked innocently

“I’m not saying that! I’m just saying that I find it suspicious the fact that earlier we almost got into an argument because of this outfit and now your throwing praises at it” I crook an eyebrow at him

He smiles “You know me so well it’s actually embarrassing!” He chuckled

“Ok baby girl, you got me! I felt guilty, ok? I regretted being so rude with you earlier, you didn’t deserve it”

“So why did you do it, Ro?”

“Because I got jealous! I mean, the time we have together is short and it’s mostly taken by the kids, we barely have any alone couple time and I miss you! I miss having my wife, having you: Y/N! Not the mom version or the professional version of you, but just my wife. All to myself” He scoots closer “So when I saw you dressed up all nice like this, smelling so good and looking so beautiful I remembered how it used to be back then...when you worked at WWE and I used to sneak out to your hotel bedroom at night so we could spend the night together because you didn’t wanted people to know about us. I remembered the amount of convincing that I had to do, for you to finally agree to make us an official thing. How we thought that our marriage wouldn’t survive with me being on the road and you at home with the kids. How many times I couldn’t sleep at night ‘cause I got scared thinking that I could lose you after that fight we’ve had when Ben was born” Roman hugs my waist and look me in the eyes “I felt the same fear earlier today, I know that’s on me and not on you but... I couldn’t help it, I got carried away by my jealousy and I apologize for that. You’re a beautiful woman! Gorgeous face, delicious body, a goddess in the bedroom, strong personality, such a kind soul and a heart made of gold. And I’m a selfish man! I don’t wanna lose you, I can’t afford to lose you...I want you all to myself, body and soul” He leans in to capture my lips in the most romantic, sensual, long kiss.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispered

“I don’t know...maybe I need some more convincing” I tease him and he laughed, knowing it was all good between us

“What can I do to convince you, baby?”

“Lose the shirt and the pants and sit on the armchair”

He happily obliged, sitting on the armchair with eyes filled with excitement

“Can you help me with this?” I point towards the skirt’s zipper innocently

He smirked and I got closer to the chair. Roman reaches the zipper, pulling it down torturously slow.

“Take it off, Ro”

He slowly pulls it down, savoring every inch of my ass being exposed to him, with each tug at the skirt he nibs and kisses the recently discovered skin. And I couldn’t be happier to be wearing a new lace set in a beautiful midnight blue shade.

The skirt became a pile of fabric around my ankles as Roman growls: squeezing, biting, licking and kissing my ass while I take off my white dress shirt.

“Fuck Y/N, baby...I’m in love with your ass”

I giggled at his choice of words

“It looks so fucking good in this blue color. Is this a new set?” He asks, still kissing and biting it.

“Yeah, I bought it last week. I thought it looked good so-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence due to the forceful tug he gave my hips so I could sit down on his lap.

“It looks insanely good, baby” He whispered in my ear, kneading my breasts softly through the lace.

“And the bra too...they make your boobs look full as fuck! I love it”

I feel his erection resting against my ass and I can’t help but grind my hips to it.

“Hmmm baby, you’re so hot, so fucking hot. The hottest woman I’ve ever met” He pressed my hips further down to his bulge

“You never fail to turn me on baby girl, you’ve always had the power to make my cock rock hard for you”

“Just for me?” I ask with a voice raspy from pleasure, reaching my arm around his neck so I can pull his lips towards my ear

“Always just for you, baby. Ever since he tasted you, he got addicted and wants only you” Roman whispered

His voice always worked wonders on me. How deep his voice is, the things he says...it was always an infallible combination.

We explored each other’s body until we couldn’t wait it anymore.

I stand up to remove my lace panties and bra and he loses his boxer briefs, sitting back at the armchair with me on his lap. I lifted up a bit, so he can enter my core and oh, how I missed my man!

I start a front to back motion, holding onto Roman’s thighs for support while my thighs are closed shut in between his opened ones. I circled my hips in deep, slow circles from time to time so he can sink all the way in.

“Yeah, keep doing that baby girl. Fuck, it looks so sexy when you ride me like this” He moaned

And that’s my intention: a sensual, lustful, intimate sex.

Roman roamed one arm around my hips until his hand stopped at my mound

“Spread your legs a little bit, baby” He asks

I do it and two of his fingers start to rub my clit at the same pace of my riding.

“Oh, Ro...fuck me babe, that feels so good” I reach my arm back, so I can toss it around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The change of positions made his cheek rest against the side of my breast. I look down and see him staring at his hand on my clit.

“Baby” I wine, making him look up to me. And when he did I leaned down to capture his full lips in a deep kiss.

Once apart he cupped my cheek with his free hand

“I love you Y/N, so fucking much baby girl”

“I love you too Ro, the only man I’ll ever want” I smiled

“Promise me?” He asked

“Promise” I leaned down to kiss him again

I felt him twitch inside of me, a sign he was close to coming.

“Are you gonna cum inside this pussy, baby?” I smirked

“I can’t hold it back anymore, baby girl. You’re riding me so good and your pussy is milking my cock so nicely that I just can’t hold it” He laughs and kisses the side of my breast

“Cum for me baby, cum right on your pussy” I whispered in his ear

“Mine” He growled and turned up the pace of his fingers on my clit

“Yours” I moaned as I could feel my own release rising

Roman pressed our foreheads together as we reach our high in between moans. As we’re recovering our breath he says

“Damn baby, that was something!” Taking a deep breath in

“Did I just took your breath away, Reigns?” I chuckled

“Fuck yeah, that was the hottest sex we’ve had in the last 2 months”

“You’re unbelievable!” I laughed hard

“What? I’m serious! My girl is always giving me some breath taking sex” He said seriously, pulling me closer to his chest

“I’m glad you think that way because I already want a round 2” I sucked on his lower lip

“Oh baby, you’ll have the round 2, 3, 4, 5...’Cuz the kids won’t be back until tomorrow at 9 p.m.” He licks my neck

“Are you serious?” I whispered excitedly

He nods “I told you I missed my wife” He winks and take me on his arms bridal style

“Let’s go baby girl, round 2 awaits!” He laughed carrying us up to our bedroom

Where our night was just getting started

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[kuroyurishion]

A Prinxiety Halloween Story

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: Human

Pairing(s): Prinxiety, Logicality (mentioned), Demus (mentioned)

Summary: Virgil is stuck babysitting his baby cousin on Halloween night while answering the door to trick or treaters. Roman shows up to surprise him.

Warnings: Cursing, Food mention, Hyperventilation (Did I miss any? Please let me know!), OOC Characters

Additional Note(s): Happy Halloween everyone! I’m a bit rusty since I haven’t written in so long. Think of this as a little test run. I hope all of you are having an amazing and spooktacular Halloween 🎃 (Finished 11:49 PM, October 31, 2020. Just in time!)

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27364531

Ready? Let’s Begin.

Trick or Treat: A Witch and his Vampire

Virgil Sullivan sighed underneath his breath as he clutched the bowl of candy tightly as he shut the door behind him. That was the fifth group of kids dressed in their colorful costumes. His neighborhood was full of kids, even more so since it was Halloween. He places the bowl of candy on the coffee table. He had approximately five to seven minutes of a break until the next wave of tiny children came, so he was gonna-

A loud crash jolted Virgil out of his thoughts. It came from the kitchen. He panics slightly, hurriedly jogging over to check the commotion. There was a chair knocked over, and sitting beside it was a white sheet. Virgil groans. “Damion, really?” he questions, picking up the chair. Damion is Virgil’s seven year old baby cousin who his aunt and uncle dropped off and asked him to babysit while they go on a business trip with Virgil’s parents. 

The tiny seven year old giggles mischievously from his makeshift ghost costume. “Whoops! Sorry Vee!” he apologizes, not even sounding slightly sorry. Virgil rolls his eyes at his cousin.

“Just be more careful next time.” he says with a tired sigh. His cousin scampers off somewhere, the white sheet dragging behind him. Virgil went back to the living room and was about to sit back on the couch until he heard the doorbell. He groans, thinking it must be another batch of neighborhood kids looking for some candy, and picking up the bowl of candies, he answers the door. He reaches inside the bowl of candies and grabs a handful, and is about to greet the kids, but then pauses in surprise.

On the other side of the door weren’t a bunch of neighborhood kids. Instead, it was a very handsome man, about Virgil’s age. He was dressed up as a very fancy vampire; complete with a black vest with silver clasps, a long black overcoat and a red cotton alcott tucked into the collar of his white button down. The vampire had some very impressive makeup, Even the fake blood looked realistic! The vampire grinned, exposing his sharp fangs. He bowed, taking off his black top hat with a red ribbon tied around it. 

“Greetings, my elusive Elphaba.” the vampire greets, standing up again straight again. Virgil rolls his eyes, leaning against the doorframe. He really didn’t want to dress up this year, just wanted to wear his usual black ripped jeans and purple and black jacket. Damion insisted he try, so he bought the black witch’s hat last minute and swapped his usual black eyeshadow with a glittery purple variety. 

“‘Sup Roman.” Virgil greets with a two fingered salute.

Roman squawks indignantly. “It took me so long to think of that one!” he cried. “At least try to be in the Halloween spirit Virge!” 

Virgil huffs. “Fine, I’ll play along.” He thinks of a cheesy saying and clears his throat. “And to you, my dashing Dracula.” he says with some enthusiasm. That really didn’t sound right coming from his mouth. Roman beams proudly, however, showing off his fake fangs. 

“See! I knew you can do it!” he cheers. 

“Thanks Princey.” Virgil says. “What did you come here for?”

Roman shrugs. “You’re usually out with my brother and Janus during Halloween, so when Remus said you weren’t gonna show up to your usual hang out spot, I thought it was suspicious.” he responds. 

Virgil raises an eyebrow. “So you dressed up,” he starts, gesturing to Roman’s costume, “to check on me? Well aren’t you thoughtful?” He didn’t know why, but the thought was kinda sweet. Roman flushes.

“I was with Logan and Patton earlier before coming here,” he admits. “We were all trick or treating until Logan had to go back home because he had to study for his math test. Patton went with him since they’re both in the same class.”

Virgil snickers. “To study?” he asks, amused. Roman chuckles at that too. 

“Can you believe they are not dating yet? I mean, Patton clearly likes Logan! And vice versa!”

“I know! They’re both so oblivious. I lost a bet to Janus since I said they’d get together first before him and Remus.”

The two boys share a laugh over the relationship status of your friends. “So how come you weren’t with my brother and Janus?” Roman asked curiously. Virgil shrugs in response.

“I’m stuck babysitting my younger cousin for the weekend.” he says. “Our parents are away on a business trip and won’t be back until next week.”

Roman nods in understanding. “Oh I see.” he says. “How’s that working out for you?”

Virgil grumbles. “He’s annoying me constantly and knocking so many things. My anxiety is through the roof since he’s so clumsy.” He sighs. “He even asked me to make his costume, Roman. I can’t make things for shit.”

Roman snickers. “Well, what did you make for him Virge?” 

“I covered him in an old white sheet that I cut two holes for eyes in. Told him it was his ghost costume.” Virgil says then sighs. “The kid loves it, but honestly him dragging that thing along and bumping into things is driving me nuts.”

Roman laughs at that, and Virgil chuckles lightly after. They stop after a moment and look at each other, falling into an awkward silence, just looking at each other. Virgil looks at Roman’s costume and admires all the little details he put on it just for one night. He felt a bit underdressed with how his costume came out. 

Roman clears his throat, breaking the silence and Virgil’s admiration of his costume. “I should head back home.” he says and Virgil’s eyes widened, realizing that it was getting late.

“Uh, yeah.” he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess I’ll see you in class Monday.” 

Roman nods and smiles. “I bid you adieu, O Wicked Witch of the West.” he says dramatically, then steps back quickly as Virgil throws a small piece of candy his way, face hidden under the brim of his giant witch’s hat, laughing fondly. “I’ll see you Monday!” 

Virgil could barely get a good bye out since he shut the door so quickly. He leaned against the door, panting heavily. There was a weird feeling in his stomach. For some odd reason, he didn’t want Roman to go….

Making up his mind, Virgil quickly flung open the door and spotted Roman’s retreating figure. He panics for a moment, thinking that he was too late. Clutching the bowl of candy as if it were a lifeline, he runs over to him. “Roman, wait!”

Roman turns around, slightly confused. “Virgil?” he asks. “What’s wrong?” Virgil catches up to him, panting.

“Don’t go yet.” Virgil huffs out.

Roman smirks. “Afraid you can’t wait until Monday, Emo Nightmare?”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “You wish Princey.” he snarks. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, but he was out here now. Might as well go for it. “Would you like to come in? You came all this way to check on me and you live on the other side of town…” He trails off, unsure of what to say next that wouldn’t make him sound whiny. 

Roman raises an eyebrow. “You’re inviting me inside your house?” he asks in amusement. Virgil winces slightly. He knew it was a stupid idea to invite Roman. What was he thinking?

“If you didn’t want to, you could’ve just said no.” Virgil grumbles, hiding his face with the brim of his witch’s hat. He sighs. “It’s fine Princey. It was a stupid idea anyway, I’m just gonna go back and-”

“I’d love to stop by!” Roman says excitedly.

“-pause to process what you just said.” Virgil finishes, looking at Roman in surprise. “What did you say?” He swears he heard incorrectly. Did Roman just say he wanted to stop by?

Roman smirks. “I said yes, I’d love to stop by.” he repeats again, amused. Ah, so Virgil didn’t hear him correctly. The witch nodded silently and turned around to walk back to his house in stunned silence. He walks through the door, looking back to see if Roman was still following him. Roman was, but stopped in front of the threshold, not walking in.

“Princey, what are you doing?” Virgil asked in confusion. Roman still looked amused.

“Did you know, Virgil, that a vampire cannot enter your home?” Roman asked, grinning. “They have to be invited in. Once they are, they can enter and leave the home freely.”

Virgil looks at Roman like he grew another head. “You can’t be serious.” he groans. Roman continues to grin. “Roman, c’mon, seriously?”

“Why not Emo Nightmare?” Roman asks. “Don’t you wanna invite this, handsome, dashing vampire into your life?”

Virgil didn’t know whether or not to kiss Roman’s smug face or to punch it. Instead, he settles for putting the bowl of candy down and staring at Roman incredulously. “Roman-”

“Come on Virgil! Don’t you wanna let me in~?”

Virgil hides his blushing face with his witch’s hat. “Fine.” he grumbles. “Come on in, Dramacula.” He steps aside as Roman enters the house, winking at Virgil as he passes. Virgil sighs and locks the door behind him.

“Sorry for the mess.” he mumbles, looking around. It wasn’t really that messy, just a couple thrown pillows here and there because of Damion.

Roman looks around too. “Cozy place.” he compliments, looking at all the Halloween decorations around the house, like the spider web curtains and very realistic looking skulls on the mantelpiece. 

Virgil mumbles his thanks. “What do you wanna do?” he asks Roman. He really didn’t think Roman was gonna say yes, so he was grasping at straws here. 

Roman was about to suggest something when a loud noise came from the upstairs. It sounded like glass breaking. Both boys quickly ran upstairs to see what happened. In the hallway was the broken remains of a vase. Beside the shards sat Damion, still underneath the makeshift ghost costume. 

Virgil panics. “Damion!” He carefully maneuvers himself around the sharp shards of glass to get to his younger cousins. He pulls the sheet off him. “Are you alright?”

The seven year old frowns sadly. “I thought I’d be able to walk through the wall…” he says. He crosses his arms and pouts. Virgil adjusts his witch’s hat with a sigh. 

“You know you can’t do that.” he says, turning around to carefully pick up the shards of glass. Damion pouts unhappily, but then looks up to spot Roman standing there awkwardly. The small child screeches in surprise, causing Virgil to look up to see what was wrong now. 

“Vee! There’s a vampire in your house!” Damion squeals excitedly, running over to Roman in wonder and awe. Roman looks at the seven year old curiously before falling into character. 

“Tis I! The great vampire prince Roman!” Roman says dramatically, flashing a smile at Damion that exposed his fangs. The seven year old’s eyes widen. 

“Wow! Your  name is Roman?” Damion asks, tilting his head curiously. He was fascinated. “Like Roman King from the Drama Team? The same Roman that Vee-”

“-shares a science class with?” Virgil interrupts, having cleaned up the glass. He gives his cousin a subtle look, and the seven year grins mischievously in return, as if he knew what Virgil was hiding. And know he did. He snickers and scampers off to his room, leaving the two alone. 

Roman looks at the two cousins. “And was the cousin you mentioned before?” he asks Virgil and the emo nods with a sigh. “He seems cute.”

“More like a menace.” Virgil grumbles. “I’m sorry about that. Damion's a bit… clumsy, I suppose.” He looks down, afraid to see Roman’s face. He heard Roman chuckle and his head snapped up. 

“Don’t worry about it Virge.” Roman says. “He reminds me of Remus when he was younger. A little reckless rascal, you could say.”

Virgil sighs with relief. “Yeah, that.” he says, heading downstairs. Roman follows after.

 “Why don’t we watch a movie?” Roman suggested, sitting down on the couch. “We can eat the remaining candy while we’re at it.” Virgil looks at him hesitantly. Should he? He sits next to Roman and places the bowl of candy between them.

“Sure Princey.” What could possibly go wrong?

***

Virgil and Roman both agreed to watch the Nightmare Before Christmas. The entire movie, the two boys spent it in a relatively comfortable silence. However, there was something there between them. Something different, but not unwelcome. Virgil reaches inside the candy bowl to get another Hershey’s Kiss, but accidentally brushes against Roman’s hand. They both look at each other and freeze. 

“Sorry….” they both say at the same time. “No wait- what I mean is- you have this wrong-” The two of them continued to be in sync, embarrassing Virgil and amusing Roman to no end. Virgil eventually turns back to watch the movie, unable to stand whatever that moment was. Roman does so eventually, and the two of them fall into routine. Everything was ok, going smoothly, until Sally began to sing her song. Virgil listened with rapt attention. Sally’s Song always held a soft spot for Virgil. The song always reminded him of himself, a small speck within the view of the one person he liked. He knew he never had a chance with this person.

He hums along with the song as he reminisces and remembers. Roman looks over and looks at Virgil, listening to the low humming. He tilts head and gets a thoughtful look on his face. When the scene ended, and the silence overcame them again, Roman reached out and paused the movie. Virgil looked confused. “Roman, what-?”

“Virgil, we need to talk.”

The tone of voice made Virgil freeze in his place. “Talk.” Virgil echoes. He frowns. Did he do something wrong? Was Roman mad at him? Did he waste Roman’s time due to a miscalculation and miscommunication on his part? He begins to hyperventilate, feeling terrible for wasting Roman’s time. He breathes, quick, shallow breaths. 

Roman was beside him immediately. “Virgil?” he asked urgently. “Can you hear me?” At Virgil’s nod, he continues. 

“Ok, Stormcloud. Breathe in for four seconds.”

 Virgil does so, breathing in. 

“Now hold for seven seconds.” 

Virgil does so, holding his breath.

“Now exhale for eight seconds.”

Virgil exhales, feeling slightly better. He repeats the familiar breathing exercise for a couple of moments. “Thanks…” he says to Roman with a shaky thumbs up.

Roman nods. “You’re welcome.” he says. “What happened, Stormcloud?”

Virgil draws his knees close to his chest. “When you said we had to talk so suddenly, I thought you were upset with me.” he says. “I know, I know, it’s a stupid thing to get anxious from, and I should be over it but-” Virgil groans unhappily. Now Roman really was gonna think he was a loser or something. 

Roman gasps. “Sweet mother of sugar plum fairies!” he exclaims. “I had no idea- oh Virgil, sorry that I caused you to have such a scare. But what I was gonna talk to you about isn’t bad, I promise.” He sits a comfortable distance from Virgil so as to not freak him out. 

Virgil nods in surprise. Roman didn’t think he was a loser? “No, you didn’t know. It’s ok.” he says, taking another deep breath. “So, what’s up Princey?”

Roman clears his throat. “Well, I wanted to talk about us.” he says, and upon seeing Virgil’s panicked face, he presses on. “I said it’s nothing bad! It isn’t…. hopefully.” Seeing as that didn’t make Virgil’s expression on his face even better, Roman continues. “We’ve been friends for a couple years now, and I like our friendship with our snarky back and forths and all that. But lately, it’s been weird between us, yes? Just the awkward glances and the silent conversations we have with each other. There’s something there that wasn’t there before. Do you know what I’m talking about, Virgil? What that something is?” 

Virgil nods, somehow unable to speak. His heart pounded in his chest, nervous. What was Roman gonna do?

Roman continues on. “I think… that I love you, Virgil.” he says firmly, looking Virgil in the eye. “Nay, I know that I love you. I love you and everything that makes you, well, you. From your dark eyeshadow and clothes to you pale skin and snarky humor. I love all of it. I don’t care if you’re too anxious or too sarcastic, I love you for you. You’re a beautiful, dark painting, a gothic masterpiece made to be adored. You’ve cast your spell on me and bewitched my senses, my Exquisite Enchanter, and this is a spell I wish will not break.” He takes a deep breath. “I don’t know if you return my feelings or not, but I just had to let you know. Virgil, will you be the Trick to my Treat?”

Silence fills the room as Virgil takes in the confession. Roman looks down and readies himself for the rejection, the fall out, the foreseeable tragedy that will befall his love life. He hears Virgil sniffling and looks up at his love with tears . “Oh Virgil.” Roman says softly, feeling his heart break. Is this what rejection feels like?  “I’m sorry… if I hurt your feelings. I’ll leave you be, then.” He gets up from the couch and walks hastily from the door, trying so hard not to cry. He knew he shouldn’t have opened his mouth, and now all his efforts were ruined, all for nothing. He should just-

“Roman, wait!”

-stop in his tracks and whirl around to hear what Virgil had to say. Roman does just that, turning around and seeing Virgil sitting halfway on the couch, as if he was ready to chase after him. “Yes?” Roman asked, feeling hopeful. Was he not being rejected? 

Virgil wipes his tiny tears away. “Don’t just leave when I haven’t even told you my answer, you ass.” he says, looking at Roman. He wasn’t that good at emotions, but he was gonna try, dammit. “Roman, you absolute himbo of a man, you make me have butterflies in my stomach when you’re around.” Off to a great start, Virgil. “And when you’re around, you make me feel…. happier. I don’t feel as sad because you make sunshine appear in my stormy skies. I admire you and your creativity and passion for the things you do. Not only do you make your characters come alive, you make my heart skip a beat whenever I look at you.” His ramble begins to slow down. “You’re my hero in my darkest days, never failing to make me smile with our snarky commentaries. And you, being you, are so amazing in your own unique way, from your talents and charisma and long story short, Roman, I love you too. And yes, I’ll be the Trick to your Treat.”

As soon as Virgil finished speaking, Roman swept Virgil off his feet. “Oh my darling Stormcloud!” Roman exclaimed, laughing at Virgil’s surprised squawks. “I’m so happy you return my affections. I’ll make you the happiest emo witch in the whole entire world. You won’t regret this!” He finally puts Virgil back down, but he still holds him.

“I think I already am.” Virgil groans jokingly, quickly holding onto his witch’s hat as he’s spun and put down. But he smiles bright at the thought of being Roman’s boyfriend, looking up at his vampire with a fond grin. 

Roman gasps. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile so bright!” he exclaims. “It is radiant like the sun, a beauty to behold!”

Virgil hides his face in his hands. “Roman stop!” he pleads, embarrassed with all the analogies and compliments.

“Never!” Roman exclaims happily. “I’ll never stop because you’re mine~!”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Bite me.” he says jokingly, then freezes. 

Roman’s face morphed into a teasing smirk, fake fangs on display. “Well, if my Bewitching Beauty insists,” he says, leaning closer to Virgil, pulling the emo towards him. He was so close to Virgil now and the emo gulps nervously, feeling Roman’s breath on his lips. He stops however, looking at Virgil, searching his face for consent. 

Virgil nods silently, afraid to even speak. Roman then, slowly, presses their lips together in a slow, sweet kiss. It wasn’t rushed, or messy. It felt perfect for the both of them. And what a perfect way to end Halloween night. A vampire and a witch, in love, who’s only witnesses are the spider curtains, the realistic fake skulls, and a mischievous seven year old who witnessed everything and was definitely not going to tell anyone what he saw. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

The End 

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[stubbornness-and-spite]

based on this post by @princeymust-slay​

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Roman, Logan

Warnings: unsympathetic Virgil(kind of. his intentions aren’t bad but his actions are)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst (mostly Patton angst but a small dose of Roman/Logan/Virgil angst too)

Word Count: 1800

Summary: Patton was having a good morning on the day the world ended. He had managed to make himself eggs and toast without burning anything that morning. He had greeted Roman and Logan when they woke up and made their way out of their rooms. He didn’t have anything pressing to do, so he’d decided to curl up with a blanket and watch some cartoons. He’d been having a really good morning, you know, before the world ended. Okay, so the world didn’t actually end. But Patton’s pretty sure he’s earned the right to be a little dramatic.

Notes: does not take into account the events of DWIT or SVSR or FWSA, takes place an indeterminate amount of time post-AA

~

Patton was making his way back to the couch with his favorite blanket that he’d grabbed from his room when he ran into Virgil.

“Hey, uh, Patton, can I talk to you?” Virgil asked, not meeting his eyes.

Patton nodded brightly and set down his cargo. “Sure Virge, no problem!”

“This is not gonna sound great, but I kinda need to prove a point.” Virgil still wasn’t looking at Patton and Patton was starting to get a little nervous. 

“Okay?” he said tentatively.

Virgil finally looked up, meeting Patton’s eyes with a determined look. “Can we sit down?” he blurted out.

Patton let out a breath. “No problem, kiddo!” He dropped down on the middle of the couch and gestured for Virgil to pick a side. Virgil flopped down on his left and leaned against the armrest. Patton smiled warmly at Virgil and grabbed his blanket to put on top of them. Virgil shook his head and gently nudged it away, so Patton wrapped himself in it like a cocoon.

“Are you doing okay?” Virgil asked suddenly.

“Yeah?” Patton said with a bemused smile. It had been a very good morning so far. “Why, is something wrong?”

“No,” Virgil blurted out, stumbling over his words slightly. “I mean, yes, but-” he sighed. “I have something to say, but it can wait. I don’t want to upset you, I just need to make a point.” 

Patton had to bite back a coo. Virgil was being so sweet and considerate! “I’m okay, Virgil. Go ahead.”

“Okay…” Virgil took a deep breath and let it out slowly before looking directly into Patton’s eyes and speaking softly and clearly. “You are so sweet and perfect and nice. You’re an angel, Patton. You are impossibly cute. You’re like a little puppy, everyone just loves you because you’re so cute. You’re like cotton candy, you’re so sweet. It’s almost too much, you’re so sweet. You’re never anything other than nice and sweet and kind. You’re absolutely perfect, Patton.” 

Patton’s eyes welled up before Virgil got through the second sentence. He knew he wasn’t actually perfect or an angel or any of the things Virgil said, but he tried so hard to be and hearing someone recognize that was more than he’d ever thought to ask for. He lifted his hand to his mouth to cover up a sob.

And Virgil’s face twists into a scowl. “That’s what I mean. See how frustrating and invalidating and condescending that is?”

Patton was suddenly thankful that he was covering his mouth because he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping. He tried to say something, anything, but his voice caught in his throat. His already wet eyes well up even more as he tries to just say something. 

Virgil sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I said all that, Pat. It wasn’t fair, but I didn’t think you would get it if you didn’t understand how I felt.”

Patton felt like he was choking as he tried to force words past his lips. He squeezed his mouth shut and dropped his hand, shooting Virgil a pinched smile.

Virgil offered up a rueful grin. “I’ll talk to you later then?” he sighed. Patton just stared at him with wide eyes. “Yeah,” Virgil muttered. “Talk to you later.” He stood up stiffly and walked around the back of the couch, dropping a hand down to squeeze Patton’s shoulder gently. “Sorry, Pat,” he whispered as he sank out.

Patton waited until he was sure that Virgil had sunk out and couldn’t hear him anymore to finally let out the cry that had been blocking his throat and sob.

~

Patton wasn’t sure how long he sat there, shaking on the couch as his tears soaked through his hoodie. It might have been hours, it might have only been a few minutes.

He was startled from his spiraling thoughts by a tentative hand on his shoulder.

“Patton?” asked Logan, uncharacteristically unsteady. “Are you alright?” Patton took a shaky breath and Logan muttered under his breath. “Clearly you’re not, but I’m relatively certain that asking is the socially acceptable thing to do in this situation.”

Patton laughed wetly. “Just fine, Logan,” he replied softly.

 Logan sighed. “Falsehood. Would you like to be alone, talk about it, or have me sit with you?” he offered.

Patton bit his lip. He didn’t want to impose, but Logan was offering and he really wanted him to stay.

“Sit with me?” his voice cracked, but Logan didn’t comment, he just moved to join Patton on the couch, taking the spot where Virgil had been not too long ago.

“Of course.” 

~

“Did something happen?”

Patton had slowly moved closer to Logan, encouraged by his lack of protest and lack of movement to keep space between them. He had slotted himself under Logan’s arm and curled into his side. It almost felt like a hug.

“No, not really,” Patton said with a sigh. “It’s just... I know he means well and I’m not upset with him for it…” he trailed off.

“But?” Logan prompted.

“Virgil can be a little... blunt, you know?” Patton admitted, not looking at Logan.

Logan stiffened suddenly, his grip on Patton becoming purposeful rather than passive. His voice was thick and rough when he spoke. “Did he leave you here crying?”

“No!” Patton yelped instinctively. Logan’s grip relaxed. “No,” Patton repeated in a calmer tone. “No, I didn’t start crying until after he left.” 

“What did he say, Patton?” Logan asked. Patton shook his head and pressed his lips together. Logan patted his shoulder awkwardly, biting back the instinct to say ‘there, there.’ He had been told on multiple occasions that while the effort was appreciated, it was less than comforting.

“Do you think I’m cute?” Patton asked suddenly, his voice thin and quiet.

Logan bit back a scoff. “We all have the same face,” he reminded Patton.

Patton smiled weakly. “That’s not what I meant,” he explained. “Did you mean it when you called me adorable?”

Logan frowned and tried to recall the incident Patton was referring to. After a moment he remembered shouting, “We. Get. It. You’re. A-dor-a-ble.” when they were figuring out their Hogwarts houses. He hadn’t meant it as a compliment and something cold and heavy settled in his stomach as he realized that his comment that was meant to be insulting might have been one of the few times he validated one of the traits that Patton found positive.

“I- I am not in the habit of lying for the sake of other’s feelings,” Logan stuttered.

Patton’s smile softened. “I know,” he reassured Logan. “Do you think I’m sweet?”

“Yes,” Logan said, more sure of his answer this time and starting to understand the situation better.

“I’m sorry,” Patton muttered. “I don’t mean to fish for compliments.”

Logan blew out a frustrated breath. His confidence had clearly been mistaken for impatience. “Patton,” he said firmly. “I am...not good at knowing how to phrase compliments or when they should be said. That doesn’t mean I think they are untrue. I wouldn’t mind at all if you were to say the things you would like to hear and I will tell you honestly if I think they are true or not.”

Patton’s eyes, that had never fully dried, started to well up again. “Thank you, Logan,” he choked out. Patton hiccupped as his breath hitched and Logan ran his hand up and down Patton’s arm.

After a few minutes Patton spoke up again. “Do you think I’m kind?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think I”m nice?”

Logan frowned. “Aren’t those the same-” he cut himself off to address Patton. “Yes.”

“Do you think I’m cute like a puppy or a kitten?”

Logan bit his lip to stop a quiet, fond laugh from bubbling up. “On occasion. More often than not.” 

“Can I hug you?”

Logan stuttered, caught off guard. “I-yes.”

Patton crashed into Logan, throwing his arms around his neck and sobbing onto his back. Logan stiffened slightly, unsure of what to do, but held Patton, rocking back and forth slightly.

There was a sound of thundering footsteps as Roman burst into the room.

“I am-” he stopped suddenly. “Patton, are you okay?”

Patton looked up, but didn’t let go of Logan. “Doing better. Wanna come hug us?”

Logan could almost feel the intensity of Roman’s smile without turning to look at him.

“I would never turn down a cuddle pile,” Roman declared. He flopped down on the couch behind Patton and draped himself over his back, resting his chin on Patton’s shoulder that didn’t have Logan on it. Roman stretched an arm around Patton’s back and gently twisted his fingers into Logan’s hair. Logan jerked his head up and looked at Roman with alarm. Roman offered up a smile and started running his hand through Logan’s hair. Logan smiled back and put his head back down on Patton’s shoulder.

“Ro?” Patton said quietly after a moment. “Do you think I’m cute?”

Roman’s hand in Logan’s hair stilled and his grip on Patton tightened. “Yes,” he growled. “Who made you doubt that so that I may slay them?”

Patton giggled and Roman tensed because whoever had hurt Patton had no right to make him laugh.

“Please don’t slay Virgil, Roman.”

If Roman could have frozen twice or stiffened more, he would have. His mouth tasted bitter with the feeling of betrayal. 

“Virgil?” Roman choked out.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Patton said reassuringly. Roman wasn’t sure which of them he was trying to reassure.

“Patton, I think it would be best if you talk to him,” Logan said softly but firmly.

 “I don’t know,” Patton drew out. He took a breath and let it out. “Logan, I want you to promist me that you won’t tell him.”

Logan sighed. “He needs to know.”

“Promise me you won’t tell him,” Patton said with a bit more steel.

“We’re not going to stand by and watch him hurt you,” Roman said with forced confidence. It was Virgil. He wasn’t supposed to have to fight Virgil anymore, but this was Patton and Roman would tear down the sky for Patton.

“It’ll only hurt both of you more the longer you wait,” Logan cut in.

Patton pulled away from them and looked at them both. “Both of you,” he said firmly. “Promise me that you won’t say anything to him without at least talking to me first.” 

Roman sighed. “I can promise that.”

“Alright,” Logan said.

Patton smiled his million watt smile and Roman and Logan melted. “Thank you. I love you kiddos so much.”

Logan smiled softly. “We love you too.”

Roman grabbed Patton’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm, folding up Patton’s fingers until Patton was holding the kiss. “We love you to the moon and back, Pat.”

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Midnight Meadows (Pt.2)

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"And he asked me to dance, personally!" Virgil said covering his face.

"Well that's good isnt it?" Remy said, taking a sip from his drink.

"No! He probably has expectations for me now! I can't keep this up for a month!" Virgil said, pulling his hood over his ears.

"Virgil, relax, everything will turn out just fine, you'll do just as well tonight," Janus said, taking a sip from a wine glass labeled with the word 'soup'.

"How am I supposed to relax! Hes a prince," Virgil said, tail still shaking.

"And all this fancy stuff is already getting annoying! The fabric is to itchy and it's barely breathable!" He continued, scratching at his legs again, gods he wished they'd come up with less tight fabrics to use for fancy things.

"Well the super fancy outfits were only for the first day, now as long as you're not wearing like- sweatpants or pajamas or something I'm sure its fine," Remy said, shrugging.

"But if he asks me to dance again I cant just be casual!" Virgil whined.

"You wont be casual, you'll just be confortable," Janus said, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe I should just stay home again- it's probably safer if I do," Virgil muttered.

"Oh of course cinderella, I'll be sure to lock you in an attic when he brings over your shoe so the mice have to get you out," Janus said sarcastically.

"Why would he go that far out for me?" Virgil said.

"Oh my gods baby bro have you not looked at the papers? The man is absolutely smitten with you!" Remy exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation.

"What do you mean hes smitten with me! Are we thinking of the same person?" Virgil said, making a grab for the newspaper on the table. He very well couldve checked his phone to find it faster, but of course , he wasnt really thinking at the moment.

And there it was on the front page, Prince Roman and himself, dancing, and next to that the headline "Small-town feline steals prince's heart, exclusive interview inside,". Virgil turned the pages till he found it.

His face turned redder with each word, he'd never received affections such as this before, much less from someone with such high status.

"See, I told you he was smitten, he'd be heartbroken if you didnt show up tonight," Remy said, taking yet another sip from his coffee.

"Alright alright, I get it," Virgil said as he set the paper back down on the table.

"Itll be fun Vi, I promise," Remy said, ruffling Virgil's hair through his hoodie, Virgil hissed and swatted his hand away.

"Ok ok- geez, someones fussy," Remy said with a laugh.

"Shut up-" Virgil snapped.

"Aaaaaaawwwww, baby's upset~" Remy poked Virgil's cheek slightly, snickering.

Virgil spent a few more hours relaxing, tonight's party started a little early than the previous night, so he had to get ready a little sooner.

Tonight's outfit was a short black skirt with a silver studded belt, A black crop hoodie with black and purple striped sleeves, and black boots. The only accessories he had today were a spiked collar, as it turns out, tying ribbons to your ears and tail wasnt all that comfortable.

Once again he'd gone to the ball in a carriage, and once again he still felt undeserving of it. But this went further as he stepped out, his hand was immediately taken by one of the guards.

This is it- I did something illegal- do they still have the death penalty? Am I getting guillotined? Virgil's mind was racing so fast that he hardly registered where he was actually going.

"He's here your highness," the guard said as he let go of Virgil's arm.

"Oh thank goodness- I was worried he was late," Virgil was started back to reality by the sound of Roman's voice, and of Roman's arms around his waist.

"You- what?" Was all Virgil could managed to say.

"I was worried about you! You left in such a hurry last night! I thought you might not show up today, thought I'd have to try knee-high boots on every neko in the country!" Roman said with a laugh.

"Worried? About me?" Virgil said, still confused.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" Roman said.

"Well- I uh- but you- but I havent done anything to deserve it! Every other guest brought you gifts and compliments and all I did was run off to the garden and sulk!" Virgil said, slapping a hand over his mouth as soon as he finished the sentence.

"That's exactly why I ran after you! And you gave me something not one single other guest had," Roman continued.

"Which was?" Virgil said, one of his ears tilting to the side.

"You gave me trust," Roman said.

"How the hell did I do that," Virgil said, stunned.

"Every other person I offered my hand to spent the whole of the dance looking at me like they intended to have my money and my head by the end of the night, but when I danced with you all you seemed to want to do was watch me, no talking, no pulling away because you thought it wasnt going well, just dancing," Roman answered.

"Your highness, the ball is beginning," one of the guards said from by the door.

"Well I suppose we should be off then," said Roman, linking his arm with Virgil's and guiding him to the ballroom. Almost immeadietly Virgil wanted to retreat back into his hoodie. It felt like everyone was staring- no- glaring- at him. And he was just standing there, holding the crown prince's hand.

"Dont worry, it'll be alright, they cant hurt you so long as you're with me," Roman whispered, arm now drifting to hold him by the waist.

"But you chose me over them," Virgil said with a quiet whine.

"And they'll just have to deal with shame of knowing they'll never be as radiant as you," Roman whispered, lifting Virgil off the last step and placing him in front of himself. Virgil felt his face flood with color.

Soon enough Virgil seemed to forget all about what was around him, his only focus being Roman.

Until Roman had leave for a moment to handle some, princely stuff.

So Virgil was alone, standing by a punch bowl at a party like he was back in high school getting told he was prom queen only to get silly string dunked all over the dress Janus had made him.

"Well Virgil, I didnt think I'd be seeing you so underdressed on a stage so soon again," Virgil froze as a very familiar voice reached his ears, and a wave of dread washed over him.

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[brywrites]

for 2000 followers could we get a fanfic of bianca and reid with everyone at thanksgiving at their house with their kids

I’m still working on all the wonderful song requests you all have sent me, but here’s a little Thanksgiving ficlet for you! -----

There is much to be thankful for this year. It’s the first year she knows Spencer will be home for every holiday, and she can’t tell which of them is more excited about it. He’d gone above and beyond for Halloween with multiple carved pumpkins, full-sized candy bars to hand out to trick-or-treaters, and a handmade dalmatian costume for Eliza (the two of them had dressed as Roger and Anita to complete the 101 Dalmatians theme). For Thanksgiving, they’d decided to host a dinner at their house. Over the last few years the holiday has looked different for them each time. One year it was spent at Rossi’s mansion with all of the BAU, and another year had been passed with Spencer chasing a spree killer through Wyoming while she crammed for her finals in the Law Library. This year, they open their home to any of their friends who don’t have a place to go yet. Rossi, Tara, Luke, and Garcia promise to make an appearance. Ivy and Jess agree to join, as does Tanvi. And much to Bianca’s delight, Eva and her family decide to make a trip across the ocean to spend the American holiday with them. All her worlds are colliding in a way she hasn’t experienced since their wedding day.

Eva, Lorenzo, and their son Marco stay in the guest room of their house, and she’s so happy to have her best friend by her side once more, if only for a few days. Despite all the distance between them, every time they’re together, it feels like nothing has changed. Eva remains her closest confidante, and her dry wit keeps Spencer constantly on his toes, much to her amusement. On Thanksgiving Day, Eva and Lorenzo serve as her sous chefs in the kitchen, while Spencer is relegated to rearranging the living room and keeping an eye on the kids. When everything is simmering on the stove as it should, she stands in the doorway and watches him as he plays with the two babies, changing between animated expressions to keep them giggling. He glances up to catch her there staring at him, and a sheepish grin spreads across his face. She can’t help but smile too, feeling so lucky to love someone who gives love so freely, who is so overjoyed to spend time with kids, who will happily put up with Eva’s teasing and tough love to see her happy.

Their guests begin to arrive and the house is full of deep laughter and bursting with conversation and the smell of warm food. Rossi is thrilled to have another Italiano at the table when he meets Lorenzo and naturally he and Eva hit it off immediatey. Jess and Ivy read a recognition of the native tribes whose land the house sits on before they eat, and they’re both immediately bombarded with compliments and questions from Garcia who is in awe of Ivy’s technicolor hair. It’s so cozy, and Bianca feels so grateful for these people and this home. She always dreaded the holidays growing up – feeling trapped in a place that wasn’t safe or passing the days alone when her friends fled home to be with their own families. Spencer changed that for her. His love for the holidays was infectious and he’s given her a million reasons to love the festivities – most of all, he’s given her a home. A family. People to celebrate with, people who make all the days feel special and worthy of a grand celebration.

The conversation falters only when the meal begins. “You made this?” Luke gasps, after a bite of risotto.

“I did,” Bianca confirms. There are chuckles from around the table – almost everyone else has had the opportunity to be on the receiving end of her culinary skills before, and Luke’s shock is a common reaction.

“Oh my god. It’s incredible. You know, if things don’t work out with you and Reid,” he teases, “I would marry you in a heartbeat if it meant eating like this every day.”

“You’ll have to get in line newbie,” Garcia says. “But I don’t think Reid’s going to give her up that easily.” None of them have forgotten the Thanksgiving at Rossi’s – she’d spent hours cooking an impressive feast with Dave, and Spencer had stuffed himself silly attempting to try one of every dessert she’d made, only to spend the rest of the evening curled up on the couch complaining of a stomachache. “

Spencer sets down the spoon he’s been using to feed Eliza and leans in to wrap his arms around Bianca, pulling her close to his chest and rests his chin on the top of her head. He looks at Luke and his smile melts into a poker-straight face. “You know contrary to what people might say, I’ve had a perfect score on every firearms qualifications since 2013.”

“I was kidding!” Luke says, throwing his hands up in surrender, resulting in more laughter. Elizabeth begins to fuss and Spencer gently lifts her out of her highchair to let Bianca hold her. She gently bounces their daughter in her arms and her cries fade to quiet babbling. Pressing a kiss to her head, Bianca knows that this is what she’s most thankful for. For their daughter, this little life with so many years to live. She has a chance to this right. Eliza Lou will never have to be afraid of coming home or wonder if the people she calls family care for her unconditionally. Their daughter will only know holidays full of joy and rooms full of love and days made to be celebrated. And for that, she is thankful.

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[lefaystrent]

Could you write a short story where Virgil is out at a store, Deceit and Remus spot him. Virgil is like F social interaction. Then is only rude because he really didn't feel like being noticed by people who recognize him. (Patton could be another costumer, Roman a cashier who is working there when not acting, Logan getting supplies for a science class at school)

A Storm Rolled into Town

Fandom: Thomas Sanders,Sanders Sides

Pairings: none

Summary: It’s not likeVirgil meant to become famous anyway. It just sorta happened. And now he’sshopping in some small-town mom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. Despitewearing the hood of his jacket up and perhaps looking the more conspicuous forit, he can sense that someone somewhere in this store is watching him.

Word Count: 2150

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Virgil Storm was born with eyes inthe back of his head.

Not literally. It was mostly justanxiety and paranoia working in tandem to create a 360° zone of caffeinated caution.A necessary skill when you became part of the famous crowd. All it took was onecrazy person with a knife screaming about how you’re meant to be together, andthen you’re fucking dead.

Not that Virgil had been assaultedby anyone.

Yet.

He has had experiences witha couple of stalkers before that were quickly handled. It’s amazing how whenmore than a handful of people know your name and can buy your merch, theirsense of entitlement turns you into a thing to be owned.

It’s not like Virgil meant tobecome famous anyway. It just sorta happened.

And now he’s shopping in some small-townmom-and-pop store on a weekday morning. He had to make a pit-stop on his longdrive back home to Florida. Sure, he could have gotten home faster if he’dridden in a plane. He could also set this store on fire or go jump in a lakewhile strapped to an anvil. Doesn’t mean he’s going to.

The point is, Virgil is very awareof how famous he is, and despite wearing the hood of his jacket up and perhapslooking the more conspicuous for it, he can sense that someone somewhere inthis store is watching him.

Virgil glances down the aislebehind him, but there’s nothing. Again.

He lets out a huff of air andcontinues to peruse the candy section. He’s got a craving for something sour,but he’s not looking to get accosted here.

He swipes up a packet of gummy wormsand goes around to the chip rack next. Virgil subtly peeks around the store,noting the two guys manning the register counter. They look young, maybe aroundtwenty. They’re more talking and laughing rather than working. Other than them,there’s this one nerdy looking guy in a tie and glasses over by the stationary.The store seems empty otherwise.

Virgil picks up a large bag of sourcream ‘n onion and nearly screams when there’s a mustached face poking out inthe space left behind.

“Boo!” the man says.

“Fuck off!” Virgil growls andthrows the chip bag right at the face.

A series of snickers come back fromthe candy aisle that Virgil had just vacated. Pissed off and heart racing, hewhips his head around to see some guy in a bowler hat.

“I do believe the phrase ‘got you’fits this scene well,” Bowler Hat says.

“You didn’t ‘get’ anything,” Virgilhisses.

“Oh? So you didn’t just jump likeyou’d seen a ghost?”

“He definitely jumped, Dee! He evenpeed his pants!” Mustached Man cackled, coming out from behind the chip rack.

“I didn’t—” Virgil went to defendhimself but found it pointless. These guys just seemed like assholes. “Justleave me alone.”

“Oh poo, have some fun would you?”

“Now Remus, let’s not annoy him toomuch. Wouldn’t want him to storm out.”

Storm.

He made it very clear that he knewVirgil’s last name. If the pointed pun didn’t say as much, the smarmy grin onBowler Hat’s face surely did.

Virgil tried not to show how muchthat got to him.

“So what? You know who I am. Bigdeal. Buzz off and let me shop in peace.” If these two kept harassing him orworse, Virgil could always threaten to call the cops. Then again, cops took afew minutes to respond, and it only took less than a second to die.

New plan. Virgil could throw downthe chip rack and then run for his life. And if that didn’t work, he carriedpepper spray on his person for a reason.

“What brings someone such asyourself to our neck of the woods?” Bowler Hat questioned, not leaving Virgilalone in the slightest.

Mustached Man jumped up beside hisfriend, leaning an arm against his shoulder to loudly whisper, “I bet he needsto hide a dead body!”

Virgil’s eye twitched. “Yeah,because that’s the only reasonable explanation, right?”

Mustached Man nodded in agreement. “Nothingelse to do around here.”

“It does get rather dull here,”Bowler Hat mused. He brushed his gloved fingers over his chin.

Seriously, who the hell were theseguys? And were they intentionally being low-key threatening? Perhaps not, butthat’s how they were coming across anyway.

“That’s nice.” Virgil smiled in away that showed his utter contempt. Better than showing his fear. “Now if you’redone bothering me, I’ve got things to buy.”

He would have liked something morethan just the gummy worms, but he no longer felt hungry enough to risk hislife.

Virgil walked away, his stepspicking up speed as he heard Mustached Man barking at him.

He was never stopping anywhere everagain.

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Roman sat at the register counter,bored out of his mind.

“Patton, my loyal companion. Remindme why we’re here again?”

“Because we get paid to be here.”

“Ah.” Roman nodded, eyes narrowedin deep understanding.

Then he slumped over with a whimperingwhine. His head banged against the countertop.

“Awww, cheer up Ro-Ro! We’ve only gota few more hours left of our shift!”

“My shackled soul is unmoved byyour comfort. They are but mere words in the face of unforgiving oppression.”

“…so what you’re saying is that youneed a pun, right? Or maybe a hug. A combination of the two? A pug. Oh!Doggy!”

Roman snorted as Patton’s train ofthought derailed. He sat up to stare at his coworker and long-time friend.

He snapped his fingers. “Focus,Puffball.”

“Oh, right,” Patton said,refocusing. His expression became determined. “Go on and get all the angst out,kiddo. I’m all ears.”

“Retail suuuuuucks,” Roman concluded.“My creative spirit yearns for a place I can spread my wings and thrive! I ammeant for bigger and better stages. You see this face? You hear this voice? Alltoo good to be squandered away in Backwoodsville, Tennessee.”

“We don’t live in Tennessee.”

“My point is that I am a work ofart, and yet I am left collecting dust in grandma’s attic. It is a crime! Theuniverse should give me a break already.”

From the stationary aisle, afamiliar voice contributed to the conversation, “Perhaps if you put nearly asmuch effort into publicizing yourself to the entertainment community instead ofwhining, you wouldn’t be stuck where you are now.”

Roman slammed a hand on thecounter. “No one asked you, Microsoft Nerd!”

Logan smirked and resumed hisshopping. They knew each other of course. It was hard not to recognize everyonewhen you worked in one of the only stores in town. Plus all three of them hadgone to high school together.

Patton patted Roman’s shoulder insympathy. “I think what Logan’s trying to say is that you’ve got loads of potentialand I’m sure someone’s going to notice one day.”

“That is not what I said at all,but go off I guess,” Logan stated.

Roman flipped him off. Somehow, despitehis back turned to him, Logan must have sensed it and returned the gesture rightback to him.

Patton swatted at Roman’s hands. “Don’tbe ugly!”

“That’s impossible for someone likeme.” Roman grinned.

Patton sighed. “What am I going todo with you?”

“Love me, of course.”

Patton giggled.

“Hi,” a clipped voice cut in. Romantore his attention away from the agony of his life to regard the customer athis counter.

Roman hopped up from his seat andshifted flawlessly into his customer service spiel. “Hello! Ready to check out?”

“Yeah,” the man nodded, his hoodfalling back a bit at the movement.

Roman smiled. He recognized thejacket brand and was about to compliment the customer’s taste.

Their eyes met briefly and Roman’sheart exploded.

Virgil Storm.

Virgil freaking Storm was standingat his register counter.

No. No it couldn’t—

HOLY SHIT!

“That’s it,” Virgil Storm said,tossing a pack of sour gummy worms onto the counter. He briefly glanced overhis shoulder as if to look for something. He wasn’t really paying attention toRoman, so he didn’t catch being ogled.

Oh god, Virgil Storm was standingat his register. No matter how many times Roman looked, Virgil Stormstood there, and all Roman could do was ogle him.

Roman suddenly found the candypacket very interesting.

If he kept his head down, nothingbad would happen, right?

“Uh . . . that’s it,” Virgil saidagain, and Roman realized that he’d been standing there frozen.

Willing his limbs to unthaw, Romanmechanically reached for the candy and ran it over the scanner. A beep sounded,and with a stiff arm, he punched for the total.

“Your total is . . . a number.”

“What?”

Roman couldn’t even look up farenough to check the screen. How could he? When one of his idols stood beforehim. He owned all of this man’s albums, for God’s sake!

“Yes,” Roman said, as if thatexplained everything.

“Okay . . .” Virgil said. Heshuffled, presumably getting his wallet out or something. Internally, Roman wasscreaming to Patton for help, but sadly his friend had never mastered telepathy.In fact, he had no idea what Patton was doing right now. He wasn’t sayinganything, that was for sure. Did he even recognize the celebrity in their storeright now?

“Here,” Virgil offered a five-dollarbill.

Roman blinked at it. Wasn’t VirgilStorm rich? Why was he using cash when he could use a card?

Carefully, lest he mess up andforever embarrass himself, Roman reached up and took the bill from him. Theirfingers weren’t even close to touching, but Roman still felt like he’d steppedon a live-wire, a shock racing through his system.

Roman had dreamed many a time ofcasually running into his idols. He imagined nearly daily of becoming likethem, of leaving his mark, of impressing those that he looked up to. He wouldbe suave and graceful and witty, a dazzling star in the making who would sweepthem off their feet.

Instead Roman hunched in on himselfand began to cry.

“Oh shit, are you okay?” VirgilStorm asked him, and that somehow made everything worse.

Roman covered his face with hishands and sniffled. “I’m just feeling a little emotional right now.”

How mortifying.

A hand rubbed at his back. “Sorry,he’s having a quarter-life crisis,” he heard Patton explain.

Roman threw up his arms,tear-streaked face be damned. “PATTON! That’s not why I’m crying.”

“It’s okay Ro, it happens to a lotof people. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I knew retail work was hell, butgeez,” Virgil commented.

Patton nodded in sympathy. “Hereally wants to be on Broadway someday.”

“Patton,” Roman gasped in admonishment.“You can’t just be telling V— telling people about my silly dreams.”

“Why’s it silly?” Patton asked. “You’reso talented! You’ll make it, I know you will. You’ve just gotta keep trying.”

This could not be happening rightnow. Roman wanted to curl up in the employee’s bathroom and die.

“Broadway, huh?” Virgil asked.

Screw going to the bathroom. Roman coulddie on the spot.

“Ridiculous, huh?” Roman tried tolaugh at himself. If he laughed at himself first, it’d hurt less when everyoneelse did.

Virgil shrugged. “Not really.Someone’s got to do it, right?”

Oh.

No rejection.

Just a practical sense of hope.

Someone’s got to do it, and thatcould be him.

Roman blushed and gazed down at hisfeet. “Thank you . . .”

“No problem. Just uh, feel better Iguess.”

It was clear Virgil found this situationawkward but was trying to be considerate. For that, Roman was extremely grateful.

“Dee! Remus! What are you doing inhere? You know you’re banned!” Patton hollered, moving around the counter. Hehad his stern face on and a broom in hand. The two troublemakers would do wellto run while they still could.

They watched Patton chase Dee andRemus off.

“Does that happen a lot?” Virgilasked Roman.

“Only about every other day.”

Virgil didn’t say anything, soRoman went ahead and finished the transaction.

“Here’s your change,” Roman saidmeekly, handing the correct amount back to him.

“Thanks,” Virgil said, pocketingthe money. He picked up his gummy worms yet hesitated.

“Something else?” Roman wondered.

Virgil scratched the back of hishead. “To be honest, I wanted to get more stuff. But those guys were beingcreepy . . . But they’re gone now, so . . . would it be weird if I went to getmore stuff?”

Roman’s lips twitched up into asmile. “You didn’t judge me, so I’m not going to judge you.”

Virgil smirked. “Thanks.”

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We’ll Carry On - Chapter Thirty Six

We’ll Carry On Tag

General Content Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Substance Abuse, Abandonment, Minor Character Death, Transphobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Dissociation, Bullying, Homophobia

Chapter-Specific Warnings: Alcohol, Vomiting

October 31st, 2015

“Come on, Jess, your parents really aren’t letting you trick-or-treat this year?” Jack asked on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, sorry, Jack,” Jessica said, feeling completely and utterly dejected but trying to not sound too disappointed lest her father find out. “My dad says I’m too old to go trick-or-treating.”

“That sucks. We’re only twelve, we’re not ‘too old’ to have fun tonight!” Jack protested.

“I know, but he doesn’t,” Jessica said, pursing her lips.

Jack sighed, causing static on the line. “I’ll smuggle you some candy next time I see you.”

Jessica smiled. “You’re the MVP, Jack.”

“Of course,” Jack said. “Try not to get too down on yourself tonight. You can have fun in other ways too.”

“Yeah,” Jessica said, nodding. “Talk soon.”

October 31st, 2019

Logan adjusted his wig in the mirror, feeling completely ridiculous but at the same time a little giddy. Dad and Ami were letting him go trick-or-treating with Roman and the others, and he was allowed to be the chaperone for them, while Dad and Ami stayed home to pass out candy to the other neighbors. Jack was going to one of the parties that the seniors were throwing, but Logan was just happy to go door-to-door with his younger brothers, collecting candy.

He grabbed his pillowcase and headed downstairs, looking at their group full of eclectic costumes. Logan was a mad scientist, complete with a wig that had hair sticking up in every direction. Roman was in full princely attire, right down to the gold frills on the front and the red sash. Dee looked straight out of a fifties cartoon, with a little cape and long yellow gloves that matched the old ones he had but he was outgrowing. He noticed that Dee had gotten Ami to put scales over half of his face, too, and Logan knew Dee would be demanding pictures once all this was over so he could remember being “a slimey boi” as Roman had put it. Patton had cat ears and a cowboy outfit on, and he was saying, “Meowdy, pawtner!” to whoever would listen. Virgil was a vampire, complete with a pair of fangs over his actual teeth. Virgil looked over as Logan came down the stairs and asked, “We ready?”

“We’re ready,” Logan confirmed. “Let’s go get some candy!”

The younger three cheered and bolted out the door, while Roman and Logan went at a slower pace. “You know Dad or Ami could have come with us to chaperone, you didn’t have to give up going to the Halloween party,” Roman said.

“I know,” Logan said. “But I haven’t been trick-or-treating since I was eleven. I missed it.” Then, when Dee was starting to become more of a shadow in the dim light than his actual costume, Logan called, “Slow down, Dee! Stay within my sight!”

Roman glanced at him. “Yeah, I haven’t gone trick-or-treating since I was eleven, too. Only I only missed one year. You missed...four?”

“Four, yeah,” Logan nodded. “Which, I might not have gone out every year, but I wanted to at least go when I was twelve, I had a really cool costume planned and everything.”

Roman nodded. “But now you get to do it again.”

“Yeah, now I get to do it again,” Logan agreed. “And maybe next year I’ll go to the Halloween party.”

They got to the first house at the edge of the neighborhood and they stopped talking, instead letting the younger ones yell, “Trick or treat!” when they rang the doorbell and a woman opened it.

All of them got candy, including Logan, and he felt inexplicably happy that he was able to get some candy again. They went to the next door, repeating the routine, and Dee got complimented on his costume, which he beamed at, and Logan thanked the teen on the other side of the door. “He’s very particular about his costume,” Logan said.

“Yeah, I could see,” the guy said. “Take a lollipop?”

“Thanks,” Logan said, grabbing one.

“No problem, Logan,” the guy said.

Logan frowned. “...Do we know each other?”

“Not well,” the guy said. “But we did hang out occasionally at the community pool.”

“Right!” Logan said, snapping his fingers. “Maybe I’ll see you around then, Casey?”

“You know it,” Casey said with a grin. “Catch up to your brothers, or else they might go on to the next door without you!”

Logan thanked Casey again and dashed after the others, catching up just before they rung the doorbell on the next house. Roman smiled but didn’t make a comment, and they went from house to house to house, going around the whole neighborhood in the span of two hours.

When the sun had completely set long ago and the boys had hit every door, they went back home and were greeted by a very excited Vanellope sporting tiny bat wings. All the boys save Logan went to the kitchen to compare what they had gotten and trade candy, but Logan’s phone started ringing, so he took his candy up to his room and answered it. “Yeah?” Logan asked.

“Logan,” Jack said on the other end of the phone, slurring slightly. “I think I need a lil help.”

Logan was instantly on alert. “I’ll come right over. Are you still at the party?”

“Mhm,” Jack hummed. “But everyone I came with is really drunk, an’ I don’ wanna be in a car when the driver’s really drunk. But I can’t drive ‘cause I’m drunk. D’you think you can pick me up?”

“Yeah, of course,” Logan said, already leaving his room and rushing down the stairs, signing to Ami that he needed the car keys.

“Something wrong?” Ami asked.

“Jack’s at the party but his designated driver didn’t stay sober,” Logan whispered. “He wants a ride back home with someone sober.”

“I’ll come with you,” Ami said.

Logan started to protest, “I don’t want to be an inconvenience—”

“No. Logan, that’s not a request. I’m coming with you,” Ami said.

“Okay,” Logan said as Ami passed him the car keys and the two of them got into the minivan. “Jack, I’m coming over, but I have to hang up now, all right? Stay safe, and don’t get into any cars.”

“Mmm, I won’, promise, Lo,” Jack slurred, hanging up.

Logan hung up and backed out of the driveway, glancing at Ami, who was glaring out the front window. “Ami? Am I in trouble?”

Ami glanced over and shook his head. “No, Logan, you’re not in trouble.”

“...Is Jack?” Logan asked.

“That’ll depend on his parents, I assume,” Ami said. “Did you know there was going to be alcohol at the party?”

“I didn’t know for certain, but I assumed someone might try and sneak in some beer,” Logan admitted. “Most people did. That’s why Jack went with a group, and they had a designated driver.”

Ami nodded stiffly. “Are most of the parties you and Jack get invited to like that?”

Logan squirmed in his seat a little, stopping at a red light. “Yes,” he admitted. “Which is one of the reasons I generally don’t go. I don’t want the temptation. And if I do go, I’m the designated driver. I don’t want to get in a car with someone when the driver is drunk.”

Ami was silent for a long while. “If you were at college, and you didn’t have to drive back to wherever you were sleeping, would you drink, even if you were under twenty-one?”

Logan swallowed. “I...guess it would depend on the situation. If I trusted the people around me, or not.”

Ami took a breath. “Thank you for being honest, at least.”

“You don’t like the thought of me drinking underage,” Logan said.

“I don’t like the thought of you drinking, period,” Ami said. “That can quickly become self-medication, especially if you deal with a lot of the stuff you go through, Logan.”

“I’m responsible about it,” Logan said. “The one time I ever actually...” he trailed off, realizing that might not be the right thing to say.

Ami’s eyes flickered dangerously. “Finish the sentence,” he said.

Logan swallowed. “The one time I ever actually drank, I kept an eye on my beer at all times, it was only one beer the whole night, and Jack was the designated driver. And he never touched a drop.”

Ami took a couple deep breaths, and Logan started to shake. “Ami...please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad at you,” Ami said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m mad at me, and Emile. We should have educated you better about the dangers of underage drinking. We should have made it clear that if you’re at a party, we don’t want you drinking, or worse. We didn’t set clear boundaries, and as a result, you could have put yourself in danger.”

Logan swallowed as they pulled up to the house, cars lining the street on both sides and in both directions. Music was blasting through the walls and Logan could see plenty of people inside the house dancing, and drinking. Jack was sitting on the porch steps, looking like he might pass out. “Jack,” Logan called softly, walking over.

“Mm...Lo?” Jack asked. “Th’nks for comin’ to get me...”

Logan helped Jack stand up and Jack swayed. “How much did you have to drink?” Logan asked.

“Two beers,” Jack said, rubbing his head. “I left the second one at my waist, though, and I didn’t look at it for a sec, then after I sipped it, everything got hazy, and I called you.”

Logan stopped short. “Jack...did someone spike your drink?!”

“Mm...dunno,” Jack mumbled. “Possibly. No one tried anything, though. Slipped outside ‘fore anyone saw me.”

Logan paled. “Jack, we’re going back to your house, right now. We’re telling your parents, and we’re going to see if you need to be in the hospital.”

“Lo, ‘s not that bad...” Jack said, lazily waving his free hand around.

Logan led Jack back to the van. “Jack, someone spiked your drink, you are going home and we are telling your parents.”

“Lo, c’mon,” Jack begged. “They’re gonna kill me if they find out I drank.”

“Well, you can’t crash at my place,” Logan said. “Ami’s gonna insist you go home.”

“I’m debating taking him straight to the hospital,” Ami said simply.

Jack looked up at the new voice and squinted. “Mister Picani?” he asked.

Ami walked over and helped Jack get into a back seat. “You did the right thing, calling Logan,” he told Jack. “But if you’re in danger, we’re telling your parents.”

Even as Jack protested, Ami turned to Logan. “You’re sitting in the back and making sure he doesn’t tuck and roll out of the car.”

Logan felt his eyes getting hot, absolutely petrified, as he silently passed the car keys over and climbed in the back next to Jack. Jack fell asleep, head resting on Logan’s shoulder as they drove to Jack’s house in silence.

Ami got out of the car and signaled for Logan to stay inside with Jack. Logan did so, but opened the van door to listen to the conversation Ami was having with Mister and Misses Harkness. It was mostly too quiet to hear, until Misses Harkness gasped and exclaimed, “He did what?!”

“He had a designated driver,” Ami said. “But the driver didn’t keep their word, so he called Logan. I made sure to come with him and make sure Jack was okay. But it’s possible his drink was spiked. You need to figure out if he needs to be taken to the hospital.”

Jack stirred and gagged, and Logan quickly unbuckled him, helping him out of the car right before he emptied what little was in his stomach. “Don’ feel good, Lo,” Jack mumbled.

Logan didn’t doubt it. Jack was sweating all over, and shaking. “I know you don’t. We’re at your home, and your mom and dad are gonna figure out if you need to see the doctors.”

Jack looked at Logan with betrayal. “Why would you tell my parents?!” he slurred.

“Because he cares about you, Jack,” Mister Harkness said, coming over. “And you are going to the hospital. And once you’re sober, we will be having a serious talk.”

Logan swallowed as Mister Harkness took most of Jack’s weight. “I’m sorry,” Logan whispered.

Mister Harkness softened as he looked at Logan. “You helped Jack, Logan. Regardless of what either of you have done in the past, you helped him tonight. You might have saved his life. Thank you.”

Logan started to cry, shaking as he nodded. Ami came over and helped Logan back into the van, driving home in tense silence, only broken by Logan’s hiccups. When they got home, Ami hugged him and said, “Go upstairs and go to bed. We can talk about this in the morning when everyone’s calm and we know that Jack is safe.”

When Logan nodded, Ami let him go upstairs, and Logan silently crawled into bed, crying himself to sleep out of worry.

[dragonsaphirareads]

The Selfish Protector - Disney and Deceit (Chapter 2)

Crossposted to AO3

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Deceit didn’t want to answer the door when he heard the knock. He was still nursing his face; he’d cleaned it off and made sure the bleeding stopped before laying on his bed, but it stung horribly.

He flung himself to his feet, opening the door and not attempting to hide his frustration.

“What do you want Roman?”

Roman stood tall, his shoulders back and hands clasped behind him, and he looked Deceit in the eyes. It was almost enough to distract from the fact that he was fidgeting and his heart was racing.

“I want to apologize to you. I should have never come into your room without permission, and I--”

“Roman, stop.” The prince swallowed at Deceit’s flat tone. He did his best to not flinch.

“But I truly am sorry, Deceit.”

Deceit blew out a breath. God, he sounded so pathetic, it cooled his temper slightly. “Tell me Roman, why are you here?”

“To-To apologize?”

“Why?”

Roman bit his lip. “Well, because I... I came into your room without permission, and then you got hurt because of it...”

“Oh no, not at all. I adore having my face ripped apart by someone who’s been driven insane by my room’s influence!” Deceit drawled sarcastically, and Roman swallowed, looking at his shoes.

“Yes, I know it was completely my fault for bringing him in there and it’s my fault that you got hurt. And I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me after this... but...”

He sighed, meeting Deceit’s eyes. “I still want to extend a proper invitation. This Friday, I would love it if you could join us for movie night.”

Deceit raised an eyebrow. “‘Us’? I thought Virgil and Patton wanted nothing to do with me even after I saved their butts.”

Roman winced. “Yeah, so they’re a little angry right now, but I’m sure they’ll work it out by Friday!” That was a lie, he didn’t know if they would ever forgive him for what happened. Deceit didn’t call him on it. “And... even if they don’t... it would be me, you, and Logan, and that would still be fun!”

Deceit watched Roman’s face carefully. He was trying so hard... and for what? For him? For Thomas? Just for curiosity's sake?

Deceit found that whatever Roman’s reason, it didn’t matter. He was rather curious too.

“Alright. I’ll be there.”

~~~

Deceit closed the bathroom door quickly and leaned against the counter, inhaling slowly to calm himself down.

He’d expected Virgil to explode. Hell, he’d been purposely needling him ever since he arrived to achieve that very goal. Didn’t mean it was pleasant being held by your collar with a fist hovering inches from your face.

Deceit sighed, rubbing at his temples to try and sooth his growing headache. How was it possible that the four of them could lie so badly and yet they never noticed?

He knew why - they didn’t have a sixth sense dedicated specifically to detecting when someone was lying. It had been going off practically nonstop since he’d arrived in the common room. There had only been a few blatant lies of commision, but the sheer amount of omission taking place made his head spin.

Patton and Virgil were the worst of all. Even without his sense, he knew those two were up to something.

There was no way they’d come around so quickly. Not with how they’d been so angry with him before. There was something going on, with Patton especially, cogs whirring behind that too-bright smile of his.

Deceit had caught on to it pretty much the moment he walked into the room. And it was worrying him. He was sure that the effects of his room hadn’t been permanent -  he hadn’t seen a single speck of gold in either of Patton’s eyes when he’d checked. He should be perfectly fine.

But there was something underlying his fake smile, something darker that Deceit couldn’t quite grasp. When he’d compared Patton to Hans, he saw a shadow flicker in those bright eyes.

The lying side huffed, tugging off his gloves and turning on the faucet to splash his face with cool water. He hissed as the right side of his face stung as he scrubbed at it. He glanced up at the mirror and took in his appearance.

The sweater that Roman had designed was soft, warm and ever so slightly oversized. The design itself was fitting - Roman had clearly drawn inspiration from his logo. It didn’t cover his neck like his normal outfit, and it revealed the scales that trailed past his face.

Deceit gently traced a hand against them, from the corner of his left eye down to his collarbone. He loved his scales, no matter what the others said. He loved how they glittered in the light, how they complemented his golden eye, how they split his body so nicely down the middle. He’d even learned to love the scar that traced from his ear to the corner of his mouth, a remnant of a time that he hadn’t appreciated how he looked as much.

He loved who he was, and it extended further than just his physical appearance. He loved being himself. How he could mold his words to make someone do what he wants, how just his presence puts the others on edge. He coveted his image as an over-the-top villain, molded from Thomas’s own idea of who he should be.

Yet, he couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like if Thomas was different. If Patton wasn’t so strongly in charge, if Deceit had been formed not as an entity stuck in the shadows but as what Roman might classify as a “Light Side.”

Deceit shook his head, throwing that thought away. That wasn’t important. That couldn’t happen, so there was no point in indulging that fantasy. In order to do what needed to be done... they all had to work together against him.

The side took a deep breath, clearing his mind and slipping his gloves back on. Deceit stepped out of the bathroom to see the lights had been turned off, and the TV was on, the opening scenes of Aladdin playing.

The other four had shifted closer to each other on the sectional. Patton had his arm around Virgil’s shoulders, who was in turn curled up tightly against the fatherly side. Roman was on the other side, arms stretched out on the back of the couch behind him. Logan was on the end, seemingly having been dragged by the princely side to side closer to the group. His legs were up on the table, arms crossed and head leaning against the back of the couch.  

They were comfy, and the sound of the bathroom door closing didn’t draw their attention. The four of them were focused on the screen and the shared bowl of popcorn on Patton’s lap.

Deceit sighed, standing in the darkness, watching them for a moment. Roman was humming the background music quietly, more subdued than he’d been before. The lying side couldn’t help but smile slightly - the movie had to have been the creative side’s idea.

The snake turned around and walked down the hall, into the darkness and back to his room. He’d accomplished what he’d wanted to this night. There was no point in inserting himself into their movie night.

He wasn’t part of the family.

~~~

Halfway through the movie, Roman got up to refill the popcorn bowl that had been eagerly emptied by the four of them. The other three were asleep. Virgil’s head had fallen heavy on Patton’s shoulder, who had in turn put his chin on top of the emo’s head protectively. Logan had curled up, falling asleep with his legs tucked under him and arms crossed.

A smile ghosted across his lips as he looked over the three of them. Then it faded away as he thought about the missing side.

He’d noticed Deceit hadn’t come back, but he’d kept his mouth shut. The last thing Roman needed was another argument with Virgil and Patton, so he let it go. They either hadn’t noticed or had been glad that he never came back, but Roman couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness in his chest.

Already ideas were swirling in his head, coming up with endless ways he could feasibly invite the lying side back into their group for another night. He felt guilty; he knew it was selfish of him to accept the things Deceit told him. The compliments were like candy - they tasted good but he knew they would rot him from the inside out if he took them too seriously.

Logan would tell him that logically, the only solution is to not take it in the first place. Virgil would tell him Deceit’s words were hypnotizing, and the only way to avoid falling under his spell was to plug his ears and not listen to a thing he said. Patton would tell him that Deceit was wrong, and that he should fight for honor and justice to defeat the villain.

Roman leaned against the counter as he listened to the hum of the microwave, and the popcorn popping. He could hear all their advice so clearly, and he knew they knew better. He was the fanciful one, the one with the outlandish dreams and wild fantasies that needed to be reigned in. The others were more down to earth, so they could see Deceit for what he was, what he wanted and what he was doing.

Why, then, did the prince find himself wanting, more than anything, to just speak with Deceit one more time?

[ab-artist]

Trick or Treat

My Sanders Stories tag: @allycat31415 @ninjago2020 @ajdraws0430 @singingjo @detroit-become-pan

@katatles-the-fish  @sanders-trash-4ever @izzyfandoms

By AB Stories

WARNING: tiny sides, mention of poisoned candies and predators, nervousness, screaming/yelling, moxiety and roceit if you squint, POOR WRITING       

You Have Been Warned.

"Hey! Everyone come down here for a minute!"

Virgil paused in his reading. The voice sounded like Roman's, virgil debated for a second whether to continue reading his R.L. Stine book or actually go down.

"Kiddos! Roman has a surprise for us!"

Welp, guess he's gonna read another time. Can't say no to patton.

When virgil made it to the common room, he saw patton enthusiastically talking to logan, who looked a little out of his league trying to calmly talk back. Virgil could only guess that patton was trying to get logan on board with what he wants by bombarding logan with his excitement. This is why you dont say no to patton, you're gonna end up saying yes anyways. (Unless youre truly uncomfortable or can't, whatever patton is doing always end up being enjoyable)

"Virgil!". At the sound of his name, he is pulled out his thoughts and sees roman.

"So glad that you're here, i had an amazing idea! And i do hope you'll participate!" roman exclaims excitedly

"Well, whats the idea?" virgil asks

Roman bounces in place, obviously excited to share his wonderful idea. "We're gonna go trick or treating in the imagination!" he squeals "as children too!"

....we're gonna what now?

Virgil simply stares at the creative side as he processes what he just heard.

Well, he thinks, its not a bad idea. That is usually what one does on Halloween, if you're a kid. But roman said they would be going as children so...its fine right? But the imagination could be dangerous, monsters could appear, the dragon witch could appear, and poisoned candy, and predators, and- no. This is romans imagination, he can make it whatever he wants. He could make it safe. Yeah..its sounds fun too.

Virgil blinks as he comes to a decision, only to notice everyone staring at him. "What?"

"Kiddo, you've been standing there frozen-"

"With the most enraged expression that could bring even the dragon witch to her knees" roman interrupts

"-for that past five minutes" patton continues, ignoring the interruption

"Oh.." virgil rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed he did that

"What were you thinking about, kiddo?"

"Roman's idea"

Roman fidgets, smiling shyly "..do you like it?"

Virgil had forgotten how nervous roman gets about people liking his ideas, he grins "yeah, it sounds like fun"

Roman beams, excitedly jumping again. "Oh this is wonderful! Its gonna be so much fun! Youre coming too right logan?". Logan side glances at patton nervously, "indeed." "GREAT! We'll meet back down here at 9 pm, be ready in y'alls costumes!" roman yells as races up the stairs heading to his room.

------

At 9pm on the dot, virgil appears in the common room in costume. First one here huh?

As soon as he thought that, he hears someone descending the stairs.

Patton was walking with the grace of an angel. His cat bug dress flowing around above his knees and his wings bouncing with each step he took. He looked utterly adorable. He and virgil made eye contact and virgil was about to compliment him when-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! CREEPY CRAWLER!!!!!!!!"

Patton fled to the kitchen to hide, nearly tripping on himself. "Wait- pat- its me virgil!" he calls out. Green eyes peer around the corner.

"My dark strange Vee?"

"Y-yeah"

"You look very, very scary....good job."

"I could change...if you want"

Patton lunges forward "NO! uh- i mean- you look good, its halloween, you're supposed to be sca-scary..or cute" patton stutters

Virgil blinks. "Oh well, thanks...you look cute..btw.."

A blush spreads across pat's cheeks. "..thank you"

"UGH! get a room you two! Gag!"

They both turn to the sound of the voice and see roman at the bottom of the stairs in all his costume glory. His Kusco costume a vibrant red, accentuating the curves of his body. His make-up lighting up his face.

"By the way," he purrs, " i looove both of y'alls costumes". He looks down at virgil pants, purple with red lines around the rips, curiosity taking over his features "what kind of spider are you stormcloud?"

"A peacock spider"

Virgil  proceeds to throws his hands up in a U form and simply stares at them.

Roman leans over, stage whispering to patton, "why is he doing that, its weirding me out"

A voice cuts in from behind. "That is the Maratus volans, or peacock spider, mating dance. Although you are doing it wrong virgil, the spiders vibrate to catch the attention of a mate and then they raise the legs for display and move side to side". Logan steps down from where he was standing on the stairs.

Virgil quickly drops his arm. "ITS A MATING DANCE!!" he screeches, voice rising on 'mating'.

Logan tilts his head "you didnt know?"

"Look virgil i love you and all but im not interested", mischief fills his eyes,  he leans closer "but i doubt patton minds" he whispers

Virgil flushes, "sh-shut up, you idiot!". Virgil grabs a couch pillow and flings it roman. Roman squawks.

Patton turns to logan, leaving the other two to banter.

"Who are you, lo?"

"The Doctor"

"Doctor who??"

"Yes"

"...no i meant- oh..", realization dawns on patton, he smiles, "you look great lo!"

Logan nods "Thank you, you look very good as well"

"Thank you!" pat chirps

"Virgil look your boyfriend is cheating on you-" WHACK.

"we arent dating!!" virgil yelps, furiously blushing

The other side also is as red as a tomato, staring at the other two with wide eyes.

Surely roman wasnt implying virgil liked him, that not true right? Virgil couldnt possibly like him back. Wait does that mean virgil knows about how he feels? Oh god no, he's gonna be rejected and they're gonna stop being friends and-

"BOO!"

Everybody screams.

Deceit cackles while the other try to get their hearts to stop pounding at their chests. "If you guys aren't done, i wouldn't like to get going" deceit say after he stops laughing

Roman perks up, "OHMYGOSH! Are you Bill Cipher!!"

"No" he  proudly, posing a little bit

Roman squeals "I love you costume, you look so good!"

Deceit's cheek go little pink. "Lets not get going" he says, pointedly avoiding looking at roman.

----

When they get to roman's door, roman preceeds to knock on it.

Tap taptaptap tap!

It glows for a few seconds then opens.

One the other side is a neighborhood, houses decked out in decorations, kids and families dressed in costumes. The smell of candy and the sound of laughter filling the air. It looked absolutely amazing, the people looked happy, the decorations looked scary and almost real and some were just cute looking.

"After you" roman says

Patton steps through first, his size immediately shrinking and shrinking until he looked like a child.

Patton looks at his tiny body, "oh woah!" he squeals in his now squeaky voice, he turns back to everyone, "come on guys!"

And one by one the other stepped through the doorway and turned into a child. Once everyone was through the door closed and disappeared.

"Yo-you can make it come back...wight?" virgil asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he glances where the door once was.

"Of couwse" roman assures

"TIME TO TWICK OR TWEAT!" patton squeals

And off they went, starting with the house closest to them. Roman had made this world so that all houses has all the good candies and no spiders, theres nothing to wowwy about pat-pat!

They're knocking on the door, to the house they're at at the moment, excited for more candy, when the door opens.

"Dwagon witch!!" roman yells

Virgil puts an arm around pat and hold him closer. All of them looking ready to bolt(except roman who looks ready to fight)

The dragon witch just laughs, amusement in her eyes. "Worry not little prince", roman pouts at that, "im not here to ruin your night. I too, enjoy this night and simply wished to participate". She turned around to grab something, the small prince tensed, and turned back with a small cauldron. Full of candy.

All the sides yelled 'CANDY' when they saw.

"Of course you must say the magic words to receive some" the dragon witch said

"TWICK O TWEAT!!!"

After everyone got their candy, they thanked the dragon witch and started to leave. Except roman. Roman went up to the dragon witch and tugged on her dress.

"Yes, young prince?"

Roman didnt say anything. He just away and, to her surprised, hugged her.

"Thank you" he whispered quietly before running off back to his friends.

The dragon witch closed her door with a small smile on her face.

It was nearing the end of the night and everyone had long since grown tired. Pat was dragging his feet, virgil was cranky, deceit was pretending he wasn't tired, logan looked dead on his feet, and roman was shifting from foot to foot because his feet hurt.

"Who wants to go home?" the little prince tiredly asked

A chorus of 'me' rang about.

"O-...okay" roman yawned

He snapped his fingers and the door appeared.

It took much effort to walk to and through the door. Everyone turned back to their right age immediately after they passed through the door and then trudged to their rooms. Mumbles of 'goodnight' filled the air.

In the morning everyone will join up in the common room and sort through their candy, eating some along the way. But for now they'll go to sleep after an awesome night of trick-or-treating.

AN: idk where the moxiety and roceit came from, it just happened 💜💛 💚💖

[vodkabite]

I Never Thought That It Would Hit This Hard - Pt. 2

The second time it happens, almost two months later, it’s at Nicole’s house.

Admittedly, Waverly doesn’t know how it happened. She’s a planner, she doesn’t go with the flow or let the current dictate her decisions. She plans things, controlled and organized down to the smallest detail. Never leaving any room for mistakes or unknown variables to worm their way in to disrupt her plans. Waverly is meticulous in her madness, so when she shows up at the Haught residence after a stressful week of classes and soccer practice and horribly bombing the first test of the semester in her Ancient Roman History class, she’s ready to explode.

Standing on the nicely painted porch, taking note that Nicole’s dad’s police cruiser wasn’t parked outside, she rings the doorbell for the second time. Part of her wants to run, to head for the hills because waiting at the door felt like a sign of defeat. After their time together on the soccer field, everything about being around the redhead had warped into something the brunette wasn’t prepared for.

They barely spoke more than a few words to each other since. Going their separate ways as easily as they did before. They still hung around each other, running in the same circles that pushed them together when necessary. The soccer field and college parties. But going out of their way to interact with each other outside of those two barriers was unthinkable. Nicole Haught is still an insufferable asshole with a blinding white smile, so when the door opens and Waverly sees Nicole wearing nothing but a tight-fitting tank top and sweatpants hanging low on her hips, she wants to punch that cocky smirk off her face.

Instead, she launches herself up into the air and crashes their lips together.

Another sign of defeat: a clear lack of self-control. They stumble into the house and Nicole is shocked, stunned really, her hands are everywhere but hesitant and unsure. But Waverly doesn’t release her hold on the back of the older woman’s neck, keeping her close. Snaking a hand into auburn hair, the brunette gives a small tug that spurs Nicole into action.

Waverly feels Nicole’s hands still for a moment on her hips before they’re suddenly under thighs and pushing her up. She’s slammed against the, now closed, front door. Back arching off the wooden surface as Nicole holds her up effortlessly. For a moment Waverly appreciates the older woman’s clear show of strength, even going as far as complimenting her for it, until she notices the scratch marks on her shoulders. Small crescent moon shaped marks, light pink and fading into pale skin. Waverly runs the pads of her fingers along them, brows furrowed in curiosity and barely restrained envy.

Matching her nails against them, until she finds a dark patch of skin where Nicole's neck and collarbone meet. Like the scratches, it’s fading, but still unmistakable. It’s a bruise.

A fucking hickey.  

“Who?” Waverly asks, lips forming a tight line as she waits for an answer. But she’s impatient and asks again, “Who?”

She expects the cocky little smirk on Nicole’s lips, so she isn’t surprised when she sees it. What does catch her off guard is when Nicole leans in and brushes her lips against the shell of Waverly’s ear.

“Shae Pressman.”

The name is whispered hotly and a spike of jealousy lances through Waverly’s spine. Waverly rolls her eyes. Of course. She’s met the other woman a few times, usually at the dean’s office when all the honor roll students come together to be acknowledged for their achievements. She knows the woman to be this dark-haired, bronze-skinned beauty who had a perfect 4.0 GPA, and was studying to be a heart surgeon. Of-fucking-course they’d be sleeping together!

The gorgeous soon-to-be lady doctor and the charming jock with the bright smile.

“Jealous, Earp?”

Waverly pulls at the hair and Nicole’s neck snaps back with a groan from deep within her throat, her hold on Waverly’s thighs weakens. Nicole Haught likes having her hair pulled, it’s her kink and she gets so turned on by it that Waverly doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to it. Used to the way it makes the older woman momentarily stumble and lose control and the rush of heat that floods between Waverly’s legs at the mere sight.

She tightens her grip on the fiery locks between her fingers and bites her lip when she pulls again and Nicole’s hips buck at the action. Her high-waisted jeans are forever ruined and the only thing running through her mind is taking the redheaded ace shooter against her bed. Frankly, any surface to be honest and Waverly makes it a point to keep that idea in her back pocket while the adrenaline and lust is still coursing through her veins.

“Take me upstairs,” she breathes.

“As you wish.”

Nicole puts her down on the floor and Waverly is ready to walk up the stairs after her, until she’s suddenly swooped off her feet. She’s speechless as Nicole carries her up the stairs, bridal-style. It’s done so effortlessly, there’s no stumbling, no clumsy walking like when Champ Hardy tried to do it once at her behest, no, Nicole’s movements up the staircase is purposeful and confident. Even going as far as spinning around in a circle at the top of the stairs, giggling at the fear that crosses Waverly’s face.

They make it to the bedroom and the cutesy moment between them is gone when Nicole throws Waverly onto her bed. Admittedly, Waverly wasn’t ready to let go, but knew it was for the best. Smoothly, Nicole slides into bed, into the space between Waverly’s legs and captures her lips again. A searing kiss that reminds Waverly of their first time. All teeth and bite, rough and forceful. A struggle that left her with a split lip and an unbearable ache that drove her crazy hours after they parted ways in the parking lot.

Nicole nips at the skin of her neck, ready to suck a bruise into it. But Waverly yanks her away, a shiver running down her spine when she hears the redhead moan. She’s matching her nails against the marks again, sinking them a bit deeper into the skin, but not enough to draw blood and rip the scars open.

“Tell me.” Waverly licks her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “Tell me how it happened. How Shae left those marks on you.”

Surprised, Nicole quirks a brow up. But with a nod from Waverly, she clears her throat and starts her story. Being sure to run her hands all over Waverly’s skin, teasing her lightly over her clothes. Waverly feels her body temperature ramp up when Nicole takes off her tank top, leaving herself shirtless but to the brunette’s dismay she was still wearing a bra. Nevertheless, she’s busy watching how her muscles ripple beneath the skin with every movement, the scratch marks crinkling with every action.

“She’s sweet on the tongue, kind of like cotton candy.” Nicole is kissing her way up Waverly’s denim-clad legs. Pausing briefly to bite at her thighs teasingly, before moving higher. Tongue flickering out against her center, groaning at the wetness she finds there. It isn’t much, but it is enough to darken her eyes. “Melts right in your mouth.”

“Favorite part? Hmm, I’m not sure. But I do like eating her out. So wet, so hot,” she continues and Waverly runs her fingers through Nicole’s hair. Tightening her grip and tugging every so often to keep the redhead on her toes. She may be on her back, but she’s still in control.

“It’s like silk. Running my tongue all over her, so wet, so perfect.” The button on Waverly’s jeans pops open and Nicole pulls the zipper down with her teeth before sliding upwards. Nipping at her navel. She kisses her way up the brunette’s torso, sucking bruises into her abs. “Her clit is very sensitive, especially when she’s taking my fingers. Two always does it, but a third finger drives her wild. Coming instantly.”

“Jesus,” Waverly moans, clawing at the bed sheets beside her. She feels the pressure building up between her legs and Nicole hasn’t even touched her yet.

“But we aren’t done. No, she wanted me to fuck her with a strap-on and who am I to deny such a request?” Nicole says softly and Waverly feels the bed dip as the redhead inches her jeans down. Not enough to take them off completely, but enough where Waverly has to bite her tongue to keep from squirming. Hips bucking up as she feels that clever tongue snake it’s way inside against her core. She starts to pant; her jeans are still on and they won’t let her spread her legs as wide as she wants, the denim is tight on her thighs, the friction and the lack of space is driving her up the wall. She can’t breathe.

“She’s tight when I enter her, I wait for her to tell me she’s ready to go and when she does, I just  go.” Nicole pulls the jeans down even further, unable to resist. Finally, with enough room, enough space, she licks at the growing wet patch on the brunette’s underwear. Grunting at the sweet taste filling her mouth. But it’s short-lived when Waverly pulls her up by her hair.

“Show me how you fucked Shae,” Waverly says between a frustrated sigh and a groan. She raises her leg and then pats her thigh, Nicole takes the hint. Flexing her muscles again.

The older woman whips the hair out of her face and swiftly mounts the denim-clad thigh. Her sweats are baggy so nothing shows, but when Waverly moves her thigh upwards, pressing it against her core she feels, even through the rough material, just how wet Nicole is.

“I start slow, always slow.” Hands on her hips, Nicole grinds against Waverly’s thigh slowly. Rolling her hips leisurely. Enraptured, hands clasped together on her stomach, Waverly watches Nicole move against her leg. Licking her lips as the redhead continues, scoffing when Nicole winks and flexes again.  Arrogant show off.

But a performer too,  Waverly thinks.  A damn good one.  Her slender hips are smooth in their imaginary thrusting, easy and controlled. Always in rhythm. Nicole picks up speed and moves a bit faster, but she never falters in her movements. Never, and heat blossoms within the brunette's chest as she rests on her elbows to get a better view of the redhead.

“She’s moaning into the pillows, rocking back against me and eventually, Shae’s begging me to move faster, harder,” Nicole groans, slowing back to her sluggish pace before. A light sheen of sweat forms on her chest and Waverly bites her bottom lip and her resolve cracks; a hand slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She curses under breath at how wet she is, practically dripping. She curses again when Nicole growls—an honest to God,  growl—that has her walls clenching around nothing.

“What did she tell you?” Waverly asks circling her clit, not too slow and not too fast. Just enough to find a pace that’s in time with Nicole’s hips.

“Please Daddy,” Nicole moans. “Please fuck me.”

“And do you?”

“Until she can’t remember her own name.”

Their first time was more akin to an accident—just two girls on a soccer field, full of adrenaline, trying to one up each other until one finally submitted. Waverly submitted quickly, she was so pent up with the embarrassment and losing the first match of the season that she was desperate to relieve some of that tightly wound anger. The animosity between the two of them only fueled that fire until it combusted into a scream as her whole body was rocked to the core as she fucked herself against Nicole’s fingers. She admitted defeat easily then. Now? After a stressful week, Waverly was looking for a win. A release.

“She’s moaning so loud now, screaming. Thank God, my dad had the night shift at the station.” Nicole laughs, her breathing starting to labor. “I don’t stop until she comes. Spectacularly, too.”

Nicole is grinding harder, faster now against her thigh and a gasp escapes Waverly’s lips as she slips a finger inside herself. Nicole grunts again, it’s not a growl, but very close to it and the brunette can’t help but toy with the redhead’s sudden need to be between her legs.

“What about me, Daddy?” Waverly asks, moaning softly and biting her bottom lip. Smiling to herself at how Nicole’s hips falter, losing all rhythm. The older woman is caught off guard, she's stumbling. All that confidence, that air of dominance, it’s all gone. Waverly pushes forward.

“I got so wet just thinking of how you fucked Shae and now,” Waverly starts thrusting her finger harder, faster. She’s so wet, the quiet room is suddenly filled with the sound of her fingering. “I’m here touching myself just imagining how you would fuck  me.”

“W-Waverly…”

“Yes Daddy?” She keeps going, fingering herself faster and the sound runs a shiver down Nicole’s spine. Almost snapping it in half from sheer desire.

Nicole moves forward, almost lunging at Waverly like an animal, ready to pounce. But Waverly, to her immense credit, places a hand to her chest and stops her. A testament to the amount of self-control she’s exhibiting because she knows, that on a different day, she wouldn’t have lasted. Would’ve let Nicole tear her clothes off and fuck her into the mattress.

Not this time—maybe later, but not this time.

“Tell me Daddy, how would you do it?” Waverly leans up now, moving into Nicole’s space, reveling at how the redhead moves back. Not enough to slip off her thigh, but enough to show and  prove  that Waverly ran the show. She sits upright against the headboard, her eyes locked on Nicole’s. Those golden, honey-colored orbs are blown wide open.

“How would you fuck me?” She asks, smirking deviously. “How would you make me come? Make me scream?”

She pats her thigh.  Show me.

It doesn’t take long for Nicole to start grinding against her thigh, finding that rhythm again. She’s moving slowly again, but her hips jerk, stuttering slightly and Waverly groans knowing how much the redhead wants to forego all showmanship and just rut like an animal in heat against her. Her eyes are red with lust and Waverly grabs her hair again.

“I’d fuck you slow baby,” Nicole moans leaning in slowly, almost as if going for a kiss. Baiting Waverly to move and close the distance between them. She does. But Nicole smirks and roughly maneuvers around and snaps her teeth at the brunette’s neck.

Waverly tightens her grip for the trick, ready to pull Nicole away but she gives in to the feel of the redhead on her neck.

“I’d fuck you so slow baby. God, you were so tight around my fingers on the soccer field I’d savor it.” Nicole says, breath hot against Waverly’s neck. Her hips moving softly, barely at all. “Savor the feeling of you being stretched around me.”

Waverly moans, the thought of being on hands and knees with Nicole Haught behind her is just too tempting. Too perfect. She adds another finger and her back arches off the headboard, the feeling satiates her desire to be filled, but it doesn’t last. Her fingers don’t do her justice and she needs more, but resigns to the fantasy Nicole spins to give her what she wants.

And what a fantasy it is.

“And once you tell me that you’re ready, I’d move faster. Harder. Move just enough to please you, but not enough to give you everything.”

“Damn tease.”

“All a part of the game, baby.” Nicole smirks, the impression of her devious smile imprinting softly into the skin of Waverly’s collarbone. “I’d want you, to want me. I’d  need  you, to  need  me.”

Jesus fucking Christ.  

There’s an easy rhythm to Nicole’s hips. She’s moving faster now, harder, her biceps are tight but she isn’t flexing this time. She’s going to come soon. Waverly starts to pant, pulling Nicole away, she watches how beautifully the older woman’s back arches beneath the grip on her hair. Muscles rippling with tension beneath the glistening skin. Nicole hands, warm and soft, have an iron grip on Waverly’s hips, more to keep herself steady than to hold the brunette down. Her hips are bucking against Waverly’s thigh, so wet, so hot, so perfect. Every jolt of her hips brings Waverly higher, she’s alive.

“Every thrust would be endless, whether on this bed, up against the door, the wall, the dinner table, the goddamn floor, I would never stop. Dear God—I  would never  stop, baby.”

Nicole is ragged above her, sounding so destroyed, heat swarms Waverly’s chest. Nicole’s hips move fast like a blur and Waverly has to grit her teeth to keep from coming first. She lets go of Nicole’s hair to dig her nails into the redhead’s shoulder, the skin splits, and Shae’s marks are no more. Replaced with her own, and the snarl that sounds from her own throat surprises her. She wonders if Shae or anyone else has taken Nicole apart like this, had ever been given the opportunity to see her as this rutting, red-eyed mess of a human being.

Maybe, maybe not. Waverly takes solace in the idea that  she  is the first. She wouldn’t be the last, obviously. But, for a second, she imagines if that were the truth, that she would be the last to ever see Nicole Haught this way. The thrill of it excites her and she rakes her nails across Nicole’s skin. Every mark left on her by Shae is gone, every single one.

“N-Never Daddy?” Waverly can’t keep it together anymore, she’s on the edge with a fever running under her skin.

“Never baby,” she can’t breathe and Nicole is  still  going. That won’t do.

Waverly pulls her hand away from her underwear, her clit throbs at the lack of contact and curls her arm around Nicole’s waist while the other is back in her hair. She pulls Nicole’s head to the side to expose the last and final mark on her body that  she  did not make.  That fucking hickey.  Surging forward, Waverly rips the bruise open, sucking at the skin until it’s light pink color is red, bright and angry. Pulling away, Waverly tightens her hold on Nicole’s hair and as she grabs from the root, she sinks her teeth into the bare skin of her shoulder and pulls on the fiery locks so hard Nicole’s head snaps back with a shout.

Nicole comes instantly.

Her entire body shudders, practically collapsing in on itself. She’s spent of all energy and Waverly admires the way the redhead's body sways from left to right, looking for an anchor to steady herself. Even when drained of all strength, she's still clamoring for control. With a soft push, Nicole falls back on the bed, on her back with her legs sprawled out and hanging over the edge. This is the first time Waverly notices just how massive the redhead’s bed is, big enough to the point that they had their own space where they could recover without being sandwiched together as it would have been on her own back at the homestead.

It's big enough to tease Nicole one last time.

Nicole licks her lips expectantly—shoulders rolling back—when Waverly settles further into the bed and slips a hand back into her pants. Despite being exhausted Nicole still moves, albeit sluggishly, to touch her, but the brunette shakes her head. Reluctantly, the redhead relaxes.

Every time Nicole’s eyes drift from the motion of her hand, her fingers between her legs, and up to Waverly’s face, their gazes meet and the brunette is caught repeatedly by the intensity there. Frustration and hunger. This thing between them—the thing that leaves them all hot and needy breaths, coming against each other—it’s indescribable.

Waverly’s brow furrows as she circles her clit rapidly. Her thigh twitches and her breath hitches, heat searing her body as she moves faster against the throbbing nub. She closes her eyes, throwing her head back against the headboard as electricity sparks through her nerves and oh, oh— “Daddy,” she gasps, imagining Nicole hitting her just right. Always thrusting, never stopping, never stopping. “Oh fuck, Daddy I’m gonna come.”

“Waverly,” Nicole murmurs, panting. Her voice low and rough, desperate. It’s the first time she’s ever heard the older woman say her name in this context and the sound has the brunette arching her back. She moans, a needy whimper like she’s asking,  begging  Nicole to come. And  that  breaks Nicole all over again. “Waverly, Christ just do it. Just come.”

And she does, spectacularly. Magically. Waverly doesn’t scream this time, instead she comes quietly with a breathless groan. Her body shudders, and she sees stars behind her eyes. Finally relieved at having come after waiting for so long. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Waverly licks her fingers clean. Nicole sighs, staring at the ceiling, a small, bewildered smile on her face.

Waverly recovers enough to stand up and fix herself, zipping and buttoning up her jeans. She moves around the bed to stand between Nicole’s legs, boxing her in so the redhead couldn’t stand to her full height. The older woman leans up, staring up into hazy green eyes.

“You’re so quick to think you’d fuck me, huh?” Waverly smirks, eyes devious and Nicole narrows her eyes at her. The brunette wraps her arms around the older woman’s neck and brushes their lips together. Nicole’s are soft, warm and so sinfully plush, Waverly wants to bite down but she moves away and smiles when Nicole chases after her.

“Silly Daddy,” she whispers, pulling on Nicole’s hair again, “I’m fucking you first.”

Nicole is stunned and doesn’t respond when Waverly shoves her back down the bed. She doesn’t even follow Waverly as she leaves the bedroom and down the stairs. The brunette moves quickly, each footstep is purposeful as she opens the front door and closes it behind her and moves to her car. Nicole didn’t follow her at all and in the privacy of her jeep, Waverly rests her forehead against the steering wheel. The tightly wound control she had over herself can finally be let loose; her legs feel like jelly and it’s going to be a struggle to get out of the car and walk back into the homestead.

Still: she won.

[notveryglittery]

ssps prompt #4

summary: Logan opens his closet only to find that none of his ties are blue. words: 2,600 / ships: none really. bits of each logan ship, so. warnings: a bit of panic, hurt feelings. notes: some out of character moments bc it's an alternate universe and also i can't write logan ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ read on ao3 / read more prompts (if y’all wanted to draw art of the sides in the colors i picked for ‘em... that would be... really cool...) @sanderssidespromptsummer @fandersfic-logan 

Logan’s alarm went off at approximately 6:45am and despite the absolute mundanity of it, something felt wrong. He’d opened his eyes to blurry vision, which was not surprising; the expanse of sky that made up his ceiling was shifting slowly into a sunrise. When he reached over to his bedside table to retrieve his glasses, they were exactly where he’d left them. He was still wrapped snugly in the quilt Patton had made for him two years ago. The smell of coffee and bacon had permeated throughout the house. While it was all perfectly normal, something still felt inaccurate.

Sitting up, Logan put his glasses on, and looked around. His room was just as much of a mess as usual (an organized mess, thank you very much). The towering bookshelves were still stuffed full, his numerous desks were still covered in various notes and charts, the doors to the Memory Archives were still securely locked. He got out of bed and slid his feet into the slippers left beside his bed. Tucking the sheets back in and making sure not a pillow was out of place, Logan went next to the bathroom. It was here that the something became slightly more clear. The towels were no longer blue, but instead a deep hunter green.

“Patton must be doing laundry,” Logan deduced aloud, though he couldn’t recall the last time they had any sort of fabrics in this color. He went about his morning routine: took a shower, washed his face, brushed his hair and teeth, flossed. He dressed in a more worn pair of slacks, knowing they weren’t filming a video today, and thinking that he was allowed to be more comfortable. He forwent picking a shirt that bore his logo and chose a simple black button down instead. It was all perfectly normal, right up until he opened the drawer that housed his ties. Not a single one of them was blue. He blinked. He rubbed at both of his eyes. He closed the drawer and reopened it. The ties remained stubbornly not blue. Instead, they were the same dark green as the towels in the bathroom.

Logan was by no means dreaming; he’d certainly have woken up by now. Closing the drawer once more, he headed out of his room. He could hear Patton singing in the kitchen but it would be a waste of time and effort if he started with Patton when Virgil and Roman’s rooms were on the way downstairs. He knocked first on Roman’s door, noting that the decorations were different from last he saw. The stars were still there but his name was written in purple instead of red. Logan wondered if Virgil had done it in the middle of the night, as a joke. The sound of Roman doing vocal exercises reached him before Roman actually did. The door swung open a moment later. The prince was still in his pajamas and his hair was only half styled and—

“What are you wearing purple for?” Logan asked before he could help himself.

Roman tilted his head. “Good morning to you, too, Specs.” He brushed a hand over his silk pajamas, which were not red and gold, like usual. “And why? What’s wrong with it?” His expression looked a little hurt and his tone had gone just a bit quiet.

“Nothing,” Logan was quick to answer, knowing an upset Roman this early in the morning would only lead to disaster for the remainder of the day. “It’s just… different.”

“I always wear purple, Logan,” Roman said, looking at Logan now like he’d grown a second head. “It’s my color. You know,” and here, he paused to strike a pose, “the color of royalty?”

“Ah, yes.” Logan deadpanned, knowing now he wouldn’t find solutions here. “of course. How could I forget.” After a few more sentences of back and forth, Logan left Roman to finish getting ready. He’d planned next to see Virgil but upon remembering that it was still only 8 o’clock, decided to head down to ask Patton next. Virgil wouldn’t be awake for another four hours, at least, if they were lucky.

“Good morning, Lo!” Patton chirped the moment Logan stepped foot into the kitchen. It was a disaster zone: the sink full of dishes that needed washing, flour dusted every countertop, and every burner on the stove was in use. Patton was spinning around the space with ease, however, and… He was not wearing his favorite, light blue apron.

This time, Logan took time to figure out how to word his question. Patton was more sensitive even than Roman and better at hiding it. He offered to begin cleaning the dishes and Patton thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek before returning to his tasks. Roman wearing purple because it was the color of royalty wasn’t far from believable, but it was the fact that he’d said he always wore it. That was a downright lie. Roman wore whites, reds, and golds. It wouldn’t be surprising if Patton had a number of aprons to choose from but he almost exclusively wore the light blue one while making breakfast. Today’s apron was cotton candy pink. Beneath it, his nightshirt was lighter in shade, with little prints of piglets. His pants were magenta. He wore flamingo slippers.

“Is that apron new?” Logan asked finally, turning off the water, and drying the dishes he’d so far cleaned.

“What, this old thing?” Patton giggled, twirling from the oven to the refrigerator. “Gosh, no! It’s my favorite one! You’ve seen me wear it lots of times before!”

No, Logan thought, no, I really have not.

“Oh, right,” Logan said instead. “It suits you very well.” Patton squealed at the compliment. The pink did suit Patton well but there was no denying just how wrong it felt. Patton’s color was light blue where Logan’s was indigo. Roman’s was red and Virgil’s was purple. The fans were spot on with their Rainbow Theory and Logan delighted in reading their speculations; Patton and Roman thought it fun, so why were they throwing it all off?

An hour later found Roman sitting with Patton and Logan at the dining table. Patton was checking the clock on the wall. “Do you think Virgil will be down soon?” He asked, looking between the two. Logan was distracted by Roman’s thoroughly purple outfit. What would Virgil say when he did finally wake up and see Roman’s attire? Patton had changed into one set of pajamas to another. He was still very pink.

After waiting thirty minutes more, Roman began to eat. Patton went to go check on Virgil.

“What’re you staring at so much for today, Logan?” Roman asked after swallowing a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “You’ve never had a problem with my fashion sense before.”

“I doubt that.” Logan raised an eyebrow and gestured to all of Roman. “Your taste has always been far too extravagant for my liking. We’ve spoke before on your lack of practicality.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wearing heels!”

“I never said that.” Logan agreed, amused despite himself. “I only meant that your wearing heels when it least makes sense is something I simply do not understand.”

“Gotta agree with Lo there,” came a voice from behind them.

Roman’s head snapped towards the sound and he scowled at the speaker. “Well of course you would!” He returned to his meal, looking quite offended.

Virgil sat down next to Logan and gave him a sleepy smile. His hair wasn’t brushed and the bags under his eyes were very messily covered up with eyeshadow. Patton clearly hadn’t given him enough time to get ready. He was wearing orange. It wasn’t bad, by any means, but it confused Logan so terribly, that his mouth fell open.

“Seriously, Logan, what’s your problem with how we’re dressing today!” Roman snapped, dropping his silverware, and standing up. He stormed out of the room and Patton called after him, looking between the pair at the table and the prince stomping upstairs. He followed Roman.

Virgil was blushing under Logan’s stare. “What?” He asked defensively. His sweater was two sizes too large and he hid the lower half of his face behind one of the sleeves. It was also burnt orange, a deep enough shade that it wasn’t garish or harsh on the eyes. His pants were lighter, closer to peach, with pumpkins and bats printed across them.

“You… You’re wearing orange.”

“Yeah, and?” Virgil’s tone grew sharp and he was rising from his chair.

“No, wait,” Logan rushed to amend, getting up as well. Virgil stepped away, looking like he was accepting flight as the proper response to this situation. “I do not mean any harm. It’s just peculiar.”

“Oh, yeah, that helps.” Virgil crossed his arms over his chest, shifting on the spot, closer towards the stairs.

“I apologize. That did not come out right.”

“Thought you didn’t mind it,” Virgil mumbled, “thought you said it matches sometimes.”

“Did I?”

Virgil blinked, hard. “Are you suffering from foot-in-mouth disease?”

“Pardon?”

Virgil’s eyes narrowed. His gaze went to Logan’s throat. “You aren’t wearing a tie.”

Logan’s hand went to his neck. “I hardly see what that has to do with this.”

“You always wear a tie.”

“We aren’t filming today. I thought it unnecessary.”

“What?” Virgil asked. “We are, too. We talked about it last night.”

This was all getting very out of hand. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, nudging his glasses out of the way as he did so. He sighed. He heard Virgil take a few steps closer to the staircase.

“You’re freaking me out, Logan.”

“My ties are all green,” Logan blurted before Virgil could move any further. “They are supposed to be blue. My color is blue.” He gestured to Virgil. “Yours is purple.”

Virgil’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing behind his bangs. “My color’s orange.”

“No,” Logan said, frustration coloring his tone. “Thomas dyed his hair purple and we changed outfits and you decided you liked purple. It’s the color you chose!”

Virgil was shaking his head before Logan had even finished. “Roman is purple. He always has been, even before you guys accepted me. It’s the color of—”

“Royalty,” Logan interrupted, “yes, I know, he told me.”

“Alright, Logan, for real, what’s going on?” Virgil looked less upset with Logan now and more concerned about why Logan was acting the way he was.

“I don’t know! I’ve felt strange since I woke up this morning but I couldn’t understand why. It can’t be something as simple as this, they’re just colors.” Logan ran a hand through his hair and began to pace. Virgil moved out of his way. “I know I’m not imagining it, either. Patton’s always light blue and Roman is red. It’s how things have always been. Before the videos, we had colors we preferred and Thomas worked around it. The Rainbow Theory…” Logan paused, turning to face Virgil. “That’s still accurate, is it not?”

Before Virgil could answer, there was a tugging sensation in the pits of their stomach. “Speak of the devil,” Virgil said before disappearing. Logan sank out and back in with him. Instead of his spot beside the staircase, he was stood in front of the window Patton liked to be near.

“What is happening?!” He groaned.

“Hey, guys…” Thomas looked between the two. Logan wondered why in the world Virgil was stood next to him, in Roman’s spot. “I was feeling a little… nervous. Thought I would check in.”

“Ask Logan,” Virgil said, crossing his arms. “He’s getting all worked up about our colors.”

“Why are you standing there?” Logan asked Virgil instead of addressing their host.

“Where does purple Virgil stand?” Virgil snarked. Logan pointed to the staircase. “Oh, no way. I’d never steal the stairs from Patton.”

“I’m confused.” Thomas cut in. “What’s going on?”

“The others are wearing the wrong colors. I had begin to think it a prank though it seems a bit much to get you in on it, Thomas.”

Virgil and Thomas shared a look. “It’s not a prank, buddy,” Thomas said. “We’re just as lost as you are.” Thomas did seem genuinely puzzled. Logan was wondering if he’d ever find an resolution to this conundrum.

“I need to check the Memory Archives,” Logan said before he sank out. He returned directly to his room and retrieved the key to the doors. Unlocking them and slipping in, making sure to close and lock them again behind him, Logan paused to stare up at the ceiling. It was made of forty three screens, each linked to six consoles each. Logan headed without hesitation towards Console #254. Entering the password, he used the touch screen to flip through memories from the last two years. They flickered to life on the screen it was connected to. Logan watched as Thomas’ recollection of filming the videos and interacting with the Sides played in fast forward.

Sure enough, every appearance of Roman had him dressed in purple, Patton in pink, and Virgil in orange. To Logan’s surprise, every time he showed up, his tie was green. He hardly wore much color in the first place but this seemed to be enough proof. There was no doubting his ownmemory, however. Virgil preferred purple, given that it fit his edgy and dark exterior. Roman appreciated that red suited his bold personality. Shutting the console off and leaving through the doors, Logan paused for a moment in his room.

Perhaps if he went to sleep, it would all be back to normal when he woke up? This… alternate universe seemed worth exploring but he’d already upset two of the others. He wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of staying in what could end up a hostile environment. There was a knock on his door.

“Lo?” Patton called. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course,” Logan answered. “It’s unlocked.”

Patton let himself in and gestured to Logan’s bed. They sat side by side. “Roman’s pretty upset… Virgil didn’t seem too happy, either… Wanna tell me what happened?”

“None of you are wearing the colors that you normally do. I’m beginning to suspect I’ve woken up in an alternate universe of some sort.”

When faced with something he didn’t particularly know how to respond to, Patton laughed nervously. Logan thought it precious, not that he would ever say so. “That’s… interesting,” Patton said slowly, once he’d stopped giggling.

“I’ll apologize to Virgil and Roman. There’s nothing wrong with how they’re dressed. In fact, they wear the colors quite well. It is just… strange.”

“Oh, I’m sure!” Patton agreed, “that would be pretty weird to me, too!”

“I thought I might lay down for a bit. When are we filming?”

“In about two hours,” Patton answered, standing up and allowing Logan his space. “Do you want me to come check on you when it’s almost time?”

“I would appreciate that, thank you.”

“Okay, Lo.” Patton pressed a kiss to the top of Logan’s head. He skipped towards the door. “Sleep well! Sweet dreams!” He closed the door quietly behind him.

Puling the sheets back and tucking himself in, Logan removed his glasses, and stared up at the ceiling. It adjusted to his wants and needs so the room darkened as sleep overcame him. The last thing Logan thought of before he dozed off was how he hoped his famILY wouldn’t still be agitated with him when he woke up.

[theepitomeofamess]

It Takes Two pt 6

sorry y’all, had some severe writer’s block since I got home and my parents put me to work around the house. So anyway this is kinda a bs scene, but y’know what, it’s something.

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

high school au, theater au, Logince, 2264

An orange glow set into the atmosphere over the Target parking lot. Cars came and went with honking horns, screeching tires, and rage-fueled middle fingers. Children screamed and giggled at their parents, people almost got run over because they were distracted by their phones, dogs barked across the lot where the Pet Smart sat.

“Blue one,” Logan gestured to the blue mustang revving across the lot with the Blue Moon in his hand. Roman added another tally mark under Logan’s name on the pizza box lid, refusing to take his eyes off the lot. It had been Roman’s idea to play the game Russell and Carl played at the end of Up, and he couldn't stop smiling.

When the two of them had left rehearsal that night, Logan stopped at the exit. Roman asked if he wanted to go with Virgil, Patton, and the others to Cookout, then go home with Virgil after. For a minute, Logan had just stood there, and Roman wondered what was going through his head. When he finally spoke up, his voice was soft, to the point of sounding plush.

“Let’s go to Target.” Roman hadn’t spent a lot of time with Logan, but he remembered what “going to Target” meant between him and Virgil, and that muted smile and matte fog in Logan’s eyes screamed of the subtext.

“Let’s not go home. Let's not go to my house or your house or Virgil’s house, let’s go out and pretend that we don't have anywhere else that we have to be except with each other. Let’s wander around a store that has a little bit of everything and pretend we have money to buy the things we like and just wander and look and laugh and pretend reality doesn't exist because it really doesn't in Target.”

And that's what they'd been doing for the past few hours. They'd circled around the store around three times, stopping at different things each time, talking to each other and laughing and letting time slip away into the odd obscurity that comes with places like Target. After a while, they bought a six pack of Blue Moons from an older woman who trusted Roman and never asked for IDs, and a pizza from the Pizza Hut inside the store, and gone out to the curb to watch for blue and red cars.

“Red one,” Roman pointed with his pinkie, the rest of his hand still wielding a pizza crust.

“Roman,” Logan deadpanned, “that’s a decoration.” Roman looked from the red ball cemented in front of the entrance to an unamused Logan.

“Yeah, but it’s red, isn’t it?” Logan scoffed at the rebuttal, rolling his eyes in an attempt to hide his smirk.

“Fine. In that case,” Logan pointed to the label on his beer, “blue one.” Roman laughed at the gesture, throwing his head back and using his entire body to laugh. Logan smiled, chuckling at the ground while Roman smacked his knee with his free hand. Roman’s laughter rang in Logan’s ears and warmed him to his core, filling him with more warm and fuzzy feelings than beer ever could.

“You’re fantastic.” The comment was off-hand, spilled without meaning to be spoken. Logan smiled, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the comment. Swirling the beer in his hand, Logan watched the sky, orange glowing on the horizon and pink cotton candy clouds blushing against the darkening blue sky, his gaze too intense to be apathetic and too careless to be intent. He seemed to be watching something far beyond the colors of the sky, beyond the parking lot, like he was looking through the particles of reality to watch something happening in the next dimension.

Roman swallowed hard as he forced on himself the truth that he had no clue what was happening in Logan’s head.

“You okay,” he finally asked, trying to snap Logan from his trance-like state. Logan hummed before answering.

“Thinking.”

“What about?” For a long moment, Logan didn’t answer. Roman almost thought that Logan hadn’t heard him.

“What’s your favorite flower?” The question caught Roman off guard. He couldn’t quite tell what Logan meant to convey with the question. Was that what he’d been thinking about? Was he just asking to change the subject? Was he actually interested, or was it a new game?

“Roses.” Logan snickered at the answer. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just,” he sighed, “I should have seen that coming. A classic symbol for passion and romance, I don’t know how I didn’t expect it.”

“That’s the beauty of it, though,” Roman defended calmly. “You’re only thinking of the red rose, which symbolizes courage in addition to passion. I love roses in all colors and meanings. Yellow ones symbolize friendship, pale peach is modesty, yellow with red tips is falling in love, orange is desire and fascination and creativity and enthusiasm, burgandy is unconscious beauty, blue is,” Roman’s voice caught when he noticed how Logan was looking at him as he rambled, a ghost of a smile on his lips and the fog almost cleared from his exhausted eyes. “Blue is the unattainable, the impossible. Roses of all colors are beautiful and have their own unique and beautiful meanings, and they’re just in general lovely flowers. Anyway, what’s yours?”

“Mine?” Logan asked, turning his gaze to the ground as he thought. “Dandelions.”

“Really,” Roman smiled. “I had you pegged for more of a lily or lilac kind of guy. Why dandelions?” Logan shook his head, smiling to himself.

“They symbolize a lot of things, from intelligence to healing to survival. The message being conveyed when they’re given is to not give up, even when those around you keep trying to get rid of you. That’s what I really like about them, I think. They’re resilient. Most people call them stubborn, but that’s just annoyance at their resilience. People only call it a weed because somebody decided it was growing in the wrong place. They’re jealous of its resilience, its ability to thrive whether it’s growing in rich soil or breaking through concrete to reach for the sun. Once its life cycle is up, it becomes this beautiful little dainty thing, and allows itself to be carried into a hundred next lives by either the wind or someone who believes in wishes. Most flowers need exactly the right conditions so they can grow for a few weeks and be at their peak for maybe two days before they start wilting. Dandelions can grow anywhere, and for half their life they look like the sun and the other half they’re a beautiful puffball that rides on wishes.”

Roman watched and listened to Logan in awe. He remembered Logan mentioning having an appreciation for poetry, but at the time he’d thought that that was all it was - an appreciation. The way Logan spoke, though, the way the words spilled from his lips so eloquently and effortlessly, Roman felt a smile quirk his lips at the realization that the connection was so much more than just academic fascination. Glancing at the bottle in Logan’s hand, Roman told himself that Logan had to be at least a little tipsy to talk so freely about this kind of thing. He usually rambled on forever about facts and science and analysis, not the symbolism and sentiment of flowers.

“Sorry,” Logan’s smile faded as he bowed his head. “I’m rambling, I know it’s annoying. Next time, just tell me to stop, okay? I don’t want to-”

“You’re not being annoying.” Roman’s words were much harsher than he’d intended, as though he were offended at the notion. He was, but Logan didn’t need to know that. “I will personally fight anyone who told you that you’re annoying when you’re talking about something that you are clearly passionate about. I love listening to you talk, and if you ever think otherwise, you just point out the one who planted that thought in your head.” Logan huffed a laugh through his nose, sending a half smile up at Roman.

“My knight in shining armor, you are,” Logan mumbled into the bottle as he took another swig.

“I should hope not,” Roman replied. “A knight in shining armor hasn’t done anything, hasn’t been anywhere. If anything, I’d be your knight in dented, rusted, dirt- and blood-stained armor. That way people can know that I’d protect you from anything that tried to hurt you.” Logan kept his eyes trained on the ground in an attempt to hide the smile he couldn’t quite hold back.

“You’re too good.” Roman smiled at the comment. He couldn’t remember the last time someone called him good. Not fantastic, not spectacular, not anything on the other side of the spectrum, just good. That was probably the greatest compliment Roman could dream of receiving. Taking a swig of the beer sitting next to him, Roman’s mind raced, trying to come up with a way to continue the conversation.

“What’s your favorite Disney movie?”

“Big Hero Six. You?” Logan’s answer came too easily for Roman’s liking. Roman had a hard time choosing his favorite Disney movie, as all of them had worked together to form his childhood and him as a person.

“Currently, I’d have to say Hercules, but I can never choose an all-time favorite. I love them all equally for different reasons. I could never choose.”

“Well, I have to agree that Hercules is a good choice. The art and music style were daring, and Greek mythology is always a good choice. That’s probably my fourth favorite.” Roman hummed.

“What’re your other top four?” Logan continued to stare at the concrete as Roman watched him think on the question.

“Big Hero Six, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Lion King, and Hercules.” Roman hummed at the list.

“Why those?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions?” Logan looked back up to Roman, eyes squinted with suspicion.

“Just curious. Besides, you and I still don’t really know each other that well.” Logan watched Roman’s expression for any ulterior motive, only to find sincere curiosity.

“Big Hero Six, the protagonists use their brains instead of brawn to defeat the antagonist.” Logan turned to watch the concrete again, eyes following a lone ant looking for any speck of food. “Hunchback, firstly because I have a soft spot for Victor Hugo, and secondly because it has my favorite songs and some of the most relatable and interesting characters. Lion King, mainly because it has some of the greatest quotes, including my favorite. You know Mufasa’s speech to Simba?”

“The ‘everything the light touches is our kingdom,’ one,” Roman asked as Logan picked a crumb from the pizza box, setting it in the path of the ant. Both of them smiled as the ant picked up the crumb, happily starting back toward its colony.

“No, the one about the stars and the great kings of the past watching over us.” Logan’s head tilted up, the sky turning inky where it had been orange moments ago. The stars were invisible due to the street lamps everywhere, but Logan smiled nonetheless. He knew they were there. He was comforted by the knowledge that they were watching over him.

Roman smiled at the stars glittering in Logan’s eyes. He might not be able to see them in the sky, but he could always marvel at the galaxies in Logan’s onyx eyes, at his soft smile.

Logan just about jumped out of his skin when his phone started buzzing madly in his pocket. Taking it out, his eyes widened at the number. It didn’t have a contact name, but Logan clearly recognized the number. Thumb hovering over the green phone icon, Logan took in a deep breath.

“We disappoint, we disappear,” he mumbled, the words barely audible to Roman, “we die, but we don’t.” Swiping the red icon, Logan slipped the phone back into his pocket. Roman almost asked who that was, what was wrong, but something made him hold his tongue. Maybe it was the way the stars had faded from Logan’s eyes, maybe it was the way his shoulders were starting to collapse in on themselves, maybe it was the way his hand moved up to grip at his hair.

Roman wasn’t quite thinking when he laid a hand on Logan’s back. He felt Logan’s back tense under his palm, but he didn’t pull away, rubbing at the tension in his back and shoulders.

“So, you like Victor Hugo, huh?” Roman hoped to whatever God there is that his voice was level enough to seem nonchalant. “Is Les Miserables included in that?” Logan finally seemed to relax as he went on a tangent about Les Mis and Victor Hugo’s other novels and poetry and everything he could think of. He didn’t seem to feel himself leaning closer into Roman as he talked, relaxing into Roman’s side.  

They stayed there, talking until the sky was black and Target closed. By the time they were back in Roman’s car, Logan was half asleep and the clock read 11:08. When Roman asked where Logan wanted to go, Logan didn’t respond beyond a grunt when Roman suggested Virgil.

“11:11,” Roman announced softly when he checked the clock at a stoplight. “Make a wish.” Roman expected some kind of scoff or eye roll from Logan, but there was nothing. Silence filled the car, the red light turned to green and Roman started driving again. Something in the back of his mind wondered if Logan’s wish had been anything like his own.

I wish we could spend every night like this. 

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