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Underneath the stars ~ Logicality

TW: Possible heart combustion from over exposure to fluffiness

Word count: 1550

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Patton could see that Logan wasn’t feeling the absolute best that day. He failed to take interest in things he normally loved, like reading, and whenever Patton tried to talk with him, Logan seemed tired and lacked the energy to hold up the conversation. It was very out of character of him.

So Patton decided to do something. If Logan was feeling down, he would do anything and everything to lift his spirits again, and luckily, he knew just how to do so.

Astronomy was one of Logan’s favourite subjects to study and talk about and whenever he did discuss it, Patton was always immersed in his lectures and genuinely loved to listen to every word the logical side said. The way Logan talked made Patton’s little heart flutter and he loved how wide Logan’s range was when using elaborate vocabulary.

Most of the time, Patton was able to learn a thing or two too. For example, one night a couple months ago, Logan introduced Patton to some of the constellations of the stars, such as orion, serpens, cassiopeia and the other 12 common constellations named after the zodiac signs.

Patton absolutely adored stargazing with Logan. They didn’t do it often, but the times they did Patton completely cherished. It was strange because, since they were together, they were kinda obliged to go on dates. But, just like the real world, the two had responsibilities and, believe it or not, they actually rarely had time to spend alone with each other, due to how Thomas’ mind was constantly whirring and jam-packed with ideas and more.

However, tonight would be different. Tonight, he would put all responsibilities aside for Logan and that night would be solely just for them. It wouldn’t affect Thomas anyway, since Patton was planning to have their ‘special moment’ together while their host was asleep.

And so, nightfall soon dawned in the real world and then additionally in Thomas’ mind. As the other sides bid each other goodnight, Patton made his way over to Logan’s room then gently knocked on the door.

A quiet “come in” came from inside, allowing Patton to open it and as he walked into the room, he found his lovely Logan sat by his desk, endlessly writing away in his notepad with his eyes and eyebrows furrowed and focused. Logan looked to the side for a minute to glance at the moral side approaching him.

“Good evening Patton,” Logan greeted, holding back a smile, though he didn’t exactly know why. It wasn’t like he didn’t want his boyfriend to know that he was ecstatic at the fact that he had come to visit him at this late hour despite Logan unintentionally ignoring him that day and mistakenly making no effort to speak with him even though he had missed Patton dearly.

Maybe it was just his concentration on the work making him act this way.

“Good evening,” Patton replied softly, wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck from behind and leaning down to rest his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. The two sides stayed in that position for a few moments. Patton closed his eyes peacefully as he listened to the scribbling sound of Logan’s pencil on paper.

Patton honestly wouldn’t have minded remaining like that for the rest of the night; it was undeniably very comfortable and the fabric of Logan’s onesie was wonderfully fluffy and cushy, like a cloud, but then the downside of them staying that way was that Logan would be up all night working - which he did way too often for his own good - and Patton definitely didn’t want that.

The last time Logan overworked himself, it took a while for him to recover, affecting Thomas as well as the rest of the sides, and not only that, it damaged Thomas’ “mental health”, basically meaning that a number of wounds and cuts appeared on Logan since he was literally Thomas’ mind and all.

“Hey,” whispered Patton, gently nuzzling against Logan’s cheek. “Haven’t you been working for hours?”

“Only five-”

“Five?!” Patton exclaimed a little too loudly, shocked at the length of time Logan had been working. His boyfriend quickly shushed him, finally turning away from his work to Patton, who giggled and Logan chuckled softly as he held the hand that had flown to the moral side’s mouth.

“Logan, that’s too long,” Patton said when he lowered his hand, Logan still holding onto it. He sighed as he turned back on his chair to his work and the eleven papers he had been writing on.

“If I’m to be completely honest, it’s not really. Majority of the time I work for around six hours, nearly seven even sometimes,” admitted Logan, which Patton reacted to with crossed arms and an expression that silently communicated ‘Why?!’, like how a mother would react to her child confessing to a juvenile crime.

“I’m aware that it’s far from healthy Patton. I just constantly get carried away sometimes. I can’t draw myself away from work and truth be told it exhausts me… a lot.” Logan looked down and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of nose and squeezing his eyes shut. When his eyelids closed, his eyes felt sore and he assumed it was because he hadn’t been blinking for an extended period of time.

Patton’s stern expression melted into sympathy seeing how tired Logan was and he understood that Logan never intended to stay up so late and that he genuinely didn’t mean to. He walked around the chair to face his boyfriend then took his hand.

“Wanna take a break?” he asked, a hint of excitement appearing in Patton’s voice. Logan looked up and smirked at the moral side before him, gripping his hand a little tighter and laughed airily.

“That would be nice.”

Then Patton grinned eagerly and gently pulled his boyfriend up by the hand to the outside of The Imagination. As they stepped into the fresh, cool evening air of the night, Logan sighed, relieved to be free even for a moment from all the stress. His gaze shifted from the star speckled blanket of midnight blue to his boyfriend who, in his eyes, shined brighter than a million spotlights from above. He was forever grateful to be able to call Patton his own and even more thankful that the moral side was able to solve his problems in the best ways possible.

The two continued to stroll through the fields of The Imagination, hand-in-hand, side-by-side with nothing to interrupt their lovely moment alone. They continued walking in subtle conversation and reminisced about memories and laughed about the past.

Patton and Logan had forgotten how much they missed doing this with each other and it wasn’t until now, that they realised how much they valued each other in their lives and how empty it had been without them a part of it.

Glancing up at the stars, Logan smiled as an idea popped into his head. Raising the hand in his, he said, “Dance with me Patton,” then pulled him close, making the bubbly side’s cheeks flush as red as a rose, however due to the lowlight of the night, Patton’s blush was concealed, much to his relief.

With each step and occasional spins, Patton’s muscles eased and slowly released its tension, growing more comfortable in this intimate moment with Logan - not that he wasn’t comfortable around him before, but no matter how many times Logan held him close, Patton always grew nervous, just like he had been before when his burning love was merely an ember of a crush a few years ago.

Logan led the dance as Patton followed, contrasting and pairing their movements together to fit like a glove on a hand. Logan carefully twirled his grinning boyfriend every once in a while, and whenever he did, a bubble of giggles burst from Patton, each laugh sourcing from a heart swelling with adoration.

And Logan could sense it. He could practically feel it. Patton’s laughs infected him, making him chuckle along to the sound of bashful happiness and saturating his once worn out body with affectionate energy.

After a couple minutes, the excitement of the evening and the dance died down and they transitioned into a slow sway, Logan continuing to hold Patton close to him whilst Patton, in response, rested his head on the logical side’s chest, listening to the tender thumping of a heart that he knew beat for him and him alone.

Patton exhaled contently, his eyes closed, a blissful smile tracing his lips. He then looked up to Logan, who met his eyes simultaneously, as if he knew Patton would look at him in advance.

“Feel better?” he said so softly that it could almost pass as a whisper. Logan’s heart burned with blazing affection at the tenderness of Patton’s tone. He was certain that if he were a flame, he would burn brighter than even the sun, powered solely by his love for Patton. A warm smile spread across Logan’s face as he gazed at his wonderful boyfriend that he knew he didn’t deserve, but would be forever thankful for.

“Yes. Very much so,” Logan answered through his smile as he leant down and sweetly but firmly kissed Patton, feeling the curl of his lips against his own.

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When he loved me ~ Slight Dukeceit

TW: Angst

Word count: 1250

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A/N:

So, I listened to the song… and dang being a fander really has its perks doesn’t it. I just couldn’t help but link the lyrics of this song to how Remus could be feeling right now since he lost Virgil, and now presumably Janus because he’s been accepted by c!Thomas.

Also, I found a Dream SMP animatic of this song and holy moly I really got hit in the feels tonight. Hope you enjoy this fanfic and please, let me know what you think, I’d love to receive comments.

~ Bre

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Remus sat by himself on his bed, fiddling with his morning star. The air was empty and a pall of silence blanketed the room, muffling the outside sounds and everyone and everything else out there. The Duke was alone, once more, and yet again one of his old friends had left him for… them.

How Remus wished he could join them. How Remus wished he could reunite with his brother, and Virgil and make amends with Patton and Logan and how he wished they would see that, though he was a demented being, he desired to be accepted too just as much as they all did.

But he wasn’t surprised that no one considered him. Heck, why would they even dare to think about such an absurd idea of allowing the side that embodies intrusive thoughts to be an equal among them?

What good did he do for Thomas?

And besides, if someone did somehow manage to find some aspect of him that was beneficial to his host, Remus still wouldn’t be viewed as important as the others. He was just a nuisance, there to cause Thomas discomfort. But he knew that already.

At first, he didn’t mind being the darker creativity. In fact, he didn’t actually care about it for many years, and he didn’t think he needed to. Until the day Virgil suddenly departed.

He left, angry and without an explanation. Nothing was said to Remus about the situation, but he managed to scavenge bits and pieces from the path Virgil was on before he fully exited the door. Remus noticed too much in too little time and it was so much to process.

For one thing, Janus and Virgil had all of a sudden become incredibly bitter towards each other. Sure, they’re friendship seemed to be on the rocks the couple days prior but Remus would have never guessed that they hated each other that much to abruptly turn their backs on one another so coldly.

The Duke assumed that there must have been some huge argument between them because Virgil never did anything spontaneous. Everything the emo did was powered by reason so whatever that reason was had to have really angered him, as well as the deceitful side because one moment he remembered all too well from the dreaded, vivid memory was how hard the door slammed that day.

It stunned even Janus, who was always composed and never phased by anything, or so he thought. Remus remembered just standing there, staring in shock at the door as he heard the snake’s laboured breathing and noticed his gloved hands clenched into firm fists.

He had never seen Janus so troubled before and he knew that there was a deeper answer to the millions of shallow questions he had spinning in his head. But then wasn’t the time to ask.

So he waited. And waited. And waited until Janus seemed to be back on his feet again. Remus knew the recovery wouldn’t happen overnight and he didn’t expect it to; he had seen how close the two sides once were and he knew how they used to be each other’s support shoulders.

Remus would be lying if he said that he wasn’t upset about the whole mess of a situation, but it didn’t phase him as much as it did his friend. Most days from that moment on, Janus would spend in his room, gazing out the window from across their darker place in the Imagination to where the now core four resided, and no doubt thinking about Virgil.

Remus tried his absolute best to help Janus, trying to get him to smile even the slightest bit at least once a day and do anything to make him feel better. Though he didn’t make it extremely obvious, Janus was grateful for Remus’ attempts to lift his spirits and others would probably resent Remus for the ways he tried to cheer him up, but the snake knew that there were good, genuinely pure intentions behind the Duke’s twisted actions.

And it honestly did help, a lot. Slowly but surely, Janus started to come out of his room more and Remus could tell that his normal, sassy, sly personality was making its way back to him. His normal gestures started returning as well as the sultry, velvety tone of his voice and soon, the regular Janus had finally come back.

Remus thought he had found a way to patch up the empty hole Virgil left in him. Sure, Janus didn’t completely fit its shape, but two different cutters can’t cut the same outline of a cake. Still, life began to brighten for them again and Janus found a closer buddy in Remus. 

With their old friend gone, they only had each other, but that was all they needed. Everything was beautiful and everything was as it was meant to be. Virgil’s departure still stained Janus like red wine on a white shirt, but, with the help of Remus it gradually started to fade away, because whenever he was sad, Remus was always there to dry his tears.

Their friendship was most unusual and none would have ever believed that they could have been compatible together, yet there they were, laughing and joking together as they strolled through the woods of the forest in their half of The Imagination. Through the summer and the fall, life was perfect. Everything seemed to be harmonious and if Remus were given the chance to experience all those sweet, warm moments again, he would unhesitantly instantly take it.

He thought Janus loved him, whether it be platonic or otherwise. He thought he would stay and be there by his side through thick and thin and rough and smooth, because they needed each other, right? And Remus was the only other person who could relate to the way he felt.

But unfortunately, he was wrong. Janus turned his back on him, just like Virgil had and Remus didn’t know why he was so surprised when his old friend suddenly departed. He didn’t leave as bitterly as Virgil did; he was a lot more quiet and solemn about it but somehow the lack of anger had no effect on the agonizing sting that had been inflicted on Remus.

I have no choice, he said. 

It’s for Thomas, he said.

I’m sorry, he said.

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As the years went by, Remus stayed the same. Still chaotically crazy and when he finally was revealed to Thomas, there was no denying he had a blast making a lasting impression on his host and his companions. However seeing Virgl again only tore open new wounds. And Janus never returned. None of them did.

He tried to grip onto hope, but after he learned that Janus had revealed his name to Roman, Patton and Thomas, all of his pointless faith dissipated. He was alone. He always was before and now he always would be.

That was just who Remus was, and he could never change that.

But he still continued to cling onto the memories of him, and Janus, and Virgil. How simple life was back then and how he desperately wished to return to that time. Every hour they spent together lives within his heart and as he gazed out the window from across his darker place in the Imagination to where the core four resided, and no doubt thinking about his old friends, Remus reminisced about back then.

Oh, what a sunny time it was… ‘when he loved me’.

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Chapter 6

[Chapter 5] || [Chapter 7]

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TW: Domestic abuse, depictions of violence and blood

And of course, there Patton was, true to his word and waiting where he said he would. Logan’s stern persona melted immediately upon seeing his bubbly friend. But something seemed off.

Before he saw Logan, Patton appeared sad and there was a gloomy aura about him. He was staring blankly at the ground, a tinge of misery in his eye and as still as stone. But when he noticed Logan approaching, Patton’s frown curled into a smile, though it looked almost forced.

“Patton, are you alright?” Logan asked. Patton grinned and chuckled.

“Oh yeah I’m great!” he answered, yet Logan wasn’t completely convinced. He opened his mouth to say something, but was promptly cut off. “Come on, let’s head home!” So Logan, though he still wasn’t fully persuaded by Patton’s cheery tone, shrugged it off and started walking by his side.

When they were about to part ways again, Logan realised that Patton wasn’t going down the route he normally took to go home. A feeling poked at Logan and compelled him to worry about Patton, seeing how closed off the lane was and how dangerous it could be walking alone.

“Patton?” Logan said all of sudden, surprising himself. It was like his mouth had gained a mind of its own in that moment. “Uh, you aren’t going down the usual path you usually take?”

Glancing down at the lane, Patton grinned, his heart fluttering at the fact that Logan was concerned about his safety. “I need to head to the shops for a few things my mum asked me to get. Afterwards, I’ll go straight home though; don’t worry about me.” But the problem was, Logan couldn’t help but worry.

“D-do you mind if I accompany you? You know because you don’t know what could jump out at you from the bushes and-”

“Logan.” Logan instantly stopped and Patton giggled. “Of course you can come!” And Logan jogged over and walked alongside, a smile painted across his face.

They talked and talked the whole way, about anything that came to mind. Their conversations flowed effortlessly and Logan felt more comfortable around Patton than he ever had with anyone else previously. And he hoped Patton felt the same way.

“Hey Lo?” Logan turned to him and smiled.

“Yes Patton?”

“Um, can I ask you something?” he asked in a small voice and Logan nodded. “Your father sounded like he was so caring when you were younger. What happened?”

For a second, Logan was quiet and Patton panicked seeing his solemn expression. “Oh no, Logan I’m sorry. I overstepped, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no Patton it’s ok. I don’t mind telling you,” Logan reassured with a comforting smile and Patton exhaled relievedly. “My father was a great, well-respected man. Though they never said so, I could tell his friends were jealous of the life he had and honestly I didn’t blame them. He had a well-paid job, a beautiful wife, a son, a loving family, a nice home and the future looked bright for us.”

Logan turned to Patton and smiled and the other boy grinned back, loving the bittersweet joy in Logan’s voice that leaked from his memories.

“But, when my mother fell ill, my father started to lose himself. He was fine at first, because there was still hope that she would recover, but she only got worse. Soon she couldn’t leave her bed and with her health visibly deteriorating, my father started getting more and more anxious and started neglecting his job… and his child.”

Patton’s eyes filled with sympathy. He expected Logan’s to start welling up with tears, but they didn’t and remained dry. He wanted to reach out and grab Logan’s arm, but something held him back. Maybe it was the fact that they were in a shop surrounded by people, or maybe it was the lack of emotion from Logan, or maybe something else. Either way, it was something.

“Then as the story goes, the mother dies, the father spirals out of control and the son is left amidst the mess they left behind.” Staring at the ground, Logan sighed glumly. Patton then immediately took his hand in his and squeezed it, not caring about anything but him in that moment. Logan looked up at him as Patton offered a kind, sad smile.

“No one deserves to go through that. I’m sorry that you did,” he said softly and Logan gazed at him longingly. From a simple hold of the hand, Patton was able to console Logan and make him feel safe and loved and warm, something only his mother was able to do before. He gripped onto Patton and stared at him, until a person walking by caused them to part. They smiled at each amusingly for a moment, before Patton went to the till, paid for his items and then left.

They continued talking on the way home, just about minor things and light topics to balance out the weighted conversation they’d had previously. Though he insisted otherwise, Patton walked Logan home, not wanting to end their time together as quickly.

“Thank you for accompanying me all the way Patton,” Logan said with a small smile. “If I may say so, I found our talks highly enjoyable.”

“That’s ok Logan,” Patton replied cheerfully, chuckling a little at the way Logan phrased his sentence. “I enjoyed them too. See you tomorrow?”

“Indeed.”

“Okay! Bye Logan!” Patton waved.

“Goodbye Patton,” Logan whispered when his friend was almost out of sight, before looking down shyly then making his way back into his house, smiling a bit as he stepped through the door.

As he closed it, he sighed, his mind reeling and sticking images of Patton in his mind like paper to glue. Logan continued to look at the floor, shaking his head at the sound of Patton’s giggles echoing in his ears. They sounded so real; it seemed like the bubbly boy was still there with him.

He started to walk up the stairs, until a slurred, hoarse voice made him freeze in his tracks.

“Who was that.”

Logan scrunched his face whilst his back was still to his father, then turned around and plastered a blank one.

“A friend,” he simply said, making his father look at him suspiciously, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows. His expression slightly terrified Logan; he had seen this look many times before, but it had always managed to scare him half to death because it was a sign that everything in the situation to come would end up badly.

“Wwwwhat- what’s hisss name?” his father slurred. His inability to speak concerned Logan because this was the most drunk he had heard him ever be.

“Patton. Can I ask why you want to know?” Logan’s father stared at him for a long time, before dropping his head slightly and rubbing his eyes.

“I- I- I don’t waaaant you to beee around himmm,” he said weakly, causing something to spike in Logan which he tried to control but everything slipped out too soon before he could stop it. He clenched his fists and felt his face heat up.

“Why?!”

“Becaaauusse I sssaid sooo.”

“No Father! I need a proper explanation! Why have you all of a sudden become concerned with who I’m with? You never cared before so why do you care now?! Patton is my best friend and the only person I’ve felt comfortable with since Mother died! Can’t you understand-”

Without warning, Logan was pulled by the collar and thrown to the floor. 

It was all a blur and a violent flash. 

Logan’s head slammed into the floorboards as his glasses flew off to the sides. He looked up to see his father stomping over to him as he propped himself up on his elbows and braced himself for the worst, his heart pounding in his chest so loudly he could hear it in his ears and he thought it would burst out of his chest. Logan breathed rapidly, his eyes drowning in utter panic and horror, fear shooting through him as it froze him in place.

He prayed for anything to happen right now. He prayed for a tornado to rip through his house as he was slapped across the face. He prayed for a lightning bolt to strike through his roof as he was picked up roughly and thrown across the room, his back hitting the bottom of the stairs. He silently pleaded for the sky to rain fire as he coughed and sputtered and groaned in pain and wiped the drop of blood from below his nose. 

He begged the universe for anything, anything at all that would make this moment cease. Anything that would stop his stomach from being kicked brutally like a lion tearing apart its prey, his arms from being punched and bruised as he shielded himself from his father’s savage attacks and his hair being pulled so relentlessly hard that Logan was certain they’d be ripped from their roots.

An undecipherable clutter of words and letters were roared at him as he was hit. Because he was covering his ears in an attempt to protect his head, Logan only heard the booming voice of his father that petrified him, despite the fact that he couldn’t understand a single word that was yelled.

After several long, dreaded minutes, when it was finally over, Logan stayed lying helplessly on the hard, wooden floor, curled in on himself and clutching his stomach and covering his face with his other arm. His whole body ached all over, agony piercing through his muscles from his head, to his shoulders, to his arms, to his torso and to his legs a million times over. All his limbs felt like they had been torn off, yet still managed to hold together by a single, lifeless thread.

Logan tried to push himself up, but everything just hurt too much and he fell to the floor again. 

It wasn’t just his physical appearance that had been damaged, but everything inside as well. Logan’s father had never beat him so badly before. Logan didn’t recognise him anymore and now he seemed more of a stranger than a parental figure. Old memories of a devoted father seemed like cruel fantasies now and it was almost like someone had killed his mother’s husband and taken his place, living only to torture Logan, both emotionally and physically.

The young boy’s heart shattered as he watched his father through his blurry eyesight trudge across the living room to, presumably the kitchen, and tears started trickling down his dirty cheeks, wishing that his mother or Patton were there to hold him and wrap him in their sweet embrace and say that everything would be alright.

Shivering and broken on the wood, Logan held himself, imagining that it was Patton’s arms around him to offer him some sort of comfort and cried himself to sleep, endlessly wishing for the pain to just stop.

When would it ever stop?

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Chapter 5

[Chapter 4] || [Chapter 6]

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Pulling Logan by the hand, Patton walked over to the very back of the field, where all the leafy walls of bushes and shrubs separated the school from the outside. Though he usually sat near the back around this area during lunch, Logan had never really gone to the very end, so this was a new experience for him.

As they reached the bushes, Patton looked around for a moment, then pushed back a few branches. He let go of Logan so he could use his other arm to wade through the leaves and suddenly he disappeared behind them. Logan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waited for Patton to return… but he didn’t.

“Patton?” he whispered and suddenly Patton’s face peeked through the leaves.

“Come on!” the bubbly student beckoned excitedly, holding his hand again and he pulled Logan through.

Due to the sticks and branches slapping him as travelled through, Logan squinted his eyes and shielded himself with his free arm. When he felt like he was in the open again, he slowly reopened them and his jaw dropped slightly at the sight.

Before him was a round clearing of grass and the sun shone through the tree leaves which sheltered them from above. It looked like this small area of the school was made personally for him and Patton where no one else could intervene or interrupt them, due to the shrubs at the entrance which posed as a door.

“Patton, what is this place?” Logan asked.

“It’s my secret little corner of the world,” answered Patton with a juvenile smile, holding his ankles in the middle of his cross-legged position. “I accidentally discovered it when I saw something peeking through the bushes here. I pushed through a few branches and found this green patch of grass and everything was just so… beautiful.”

And beautiful it really was.

Coming over to sit next to Patton, Logan smiled at him and looked around, still in a bit of shock that he had never seen this place before. Then all of a sudden he felt a head fall onto his shoulder. A burning blush creeped up Logan’s neck as he looked down at Patton’s caramel curls, so fluffy and soft. Suddenly his heart lurched as he remembered the way he used to do this with his mother. 

When he was younger, he would lay on her shoulder as she would cradle him to sleep, stroking his hair and singing lullabies in his ear. His father would join them whenever he could and when he did, he would either stun him out of sleep with a tickle attack or rub his back and aid his mother into sending him to dreamland. Those were the good times.

He desperately tried to choke back tears from the memories as they started to well up in his eyes, but it was no use. They fell and Logan accidentally let out a quiet sob, causing Patton to immediately jolt up and look at him.

“Logan? What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned and worried.

“Apologies Patton. The way you were laying on my shoulder caused me to reminisce about my childhood… and my mother.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Logan interrupted, trying to smile as best as he could through tears. “I liked the feeling.”

Carefully, Patton reached up and wiped a couple tears from his cheeks and Logan gasped quietly at the contact. No one had touched him like that in years and all of sudden he felt like his mother was holding him again. Another single tear fell as he stared at Patton, the other boy gazing back affectionately at him. His shocked expression then melted into a smile.

“Thank you,” Logan whispered, holding Patton’s hand by his cheek. And when he lowered it, he laced their fingers together. Looking down at their hands, Patton blushed and smiled bashfully.

“You’re welcome Logan. Do you mind if I lean on you again?” he inquired. Logan shook his head in response and Patton returned to the position they were in before. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching the leaves gently bounce with the wind and hearing the distant laughter coming from the other students in the school.

“What was she like? Your mother?” Patton asked quietly after a minute. Smiling to himself, Logan recalled pictures from his memory of what she looked like.

“She was… the most loving mother ever. She was kind, gracious, sweet, caring and she never allowed a bad moment to ruin my day. She somehow always found a way to put a smile on my face whenever I was sad and lifted me up when I was drowning in my lows,” he explained and Patton listened intently, feeling the joy and happiness from the memories as well as grief rub off on him. He could hear the pain and longing in Logan’s tone and he could tell how much he missed her.

“She and my father used to dance around the living room together, and I would watch them and she would invite me into their dance. When I was younger, obviously I struggled with it, but as I grew older, she genuinely helped me, and my father even joked that he was afraid I would one day take his place. She had a grace about her wherever she moved and my father used to tell me stories of how men would swoon over her but he seemed to be the only one who didn’t. Yet, he was the man she fell for,” Logan laughed softly at the thought and Patton gazed at him sympathetically. Then Logan looked up and stared into his blue marbles.

“She had your eyes.” At that Patton blushed a deep shade of red, flattered that Logan saw a piece of someone he cared deeply about in him.

“What was her name?” he asked. Logan looked away with a sad smile, allowing a brief moment of silence linger in the air.

“Catherine,” he answered. “Her name was Catherine.” Staring at him warmly, Patton softly took Logan’s hands in his and met his eyes.

“She sounds like the best mother ever,” he said, genuinely meaning every word and Logan could see that.

“Indeed she was.”

Suddenly, they heard the bell ring and started to leave. Logan got up and helped Patton up too, but when they were standing again, their hands never parted. The two boys walked side-by-side, hand-in-hand from the field back to the school, picking up their bags which they left on the tree beforehand along the way.

It wasn’t until they were near the students again that they, begrudgingly, let go of each other. But unfortunately, Patton and Logan had to go to different classrooms, so they had to part ways. Just before he left however, Logan called Patton back.

“Can I meet you again at the end of the day? By the gate?” he asked and Patton smiled in response.

“Of course. At the end of your lesson, I’ll be waiting there for you,” the bubbly student replied and Logan nodded. They stayed facing each other for a few more extended seconds and Logan could tell that Patton wanted to do something, but he just didn’t know what. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t have time to find out however because Patton then turned and walked away to his final lesson and Logan watched him go.

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Chapter 4

[Chapter 3] || [Chapter 5]

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As Logan walked from his class to the fields for his lunch break, he held a certain book in his hand. He had gone to the library shortly before and borrowed it from one of the shelves in the history section, close to where he and Patton had met again yesterday.

Though he wanted to, Logan refrained from reading it as he walked; he didn’t want to bump into Patton again, subsequently hurting the bubbly student as well as himself. He thought he would sit by the tree near the very back and end of the field, where he wouldn’t be disturbed and where it was the most quiet in the school.

That day was cloudier than regular, though the sun could still just about be seen peeking through the transparency of the grey blanket above. However as he travelled along the concrete path, Logan noticed Patton sitting by another tree nearby. No one was with him and the only things accompanying him in the grass were a few daisies and buttercups scattered around him.

Patton wasn’t doing anything either. He had his eyes closed and a gentle breeze played with his hair as he rested peacefully on the bark; he seemed to be on the brink of sleep, but hadn’t quite fallen into the abyss.

Hesitantly, Logan approached him, and as soon as he heard soft movement in the grass, Patton opened his eyes. He instantly smiled upon seeing him.

“Logan! Hi,” he greeted as he pushed himself up, sitting more upright.

“Greetings Patton.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” Patton said cheerfully, watching Logan as he sat beside him.

“Likewise. I saw you here alone and figured you needed some company,” said Logan with a kind smile, their eyes meeting. 

“I, uh, I did,” replied Patton, looking down bashfully to hide his blush. Then he looked back up again and met Logan’s deep dark chocolate eyes.  “Thank you.”

Now it was Logan’s turn to blush, as he looked away and off into the distance, just anywhere but at Patton. His gaze followed a couple of students walking across the field, then to a small group sitting with each other and presumably joking around as they were laughing. However, he didn’t notice Patton staring at him the whole time, taking in his gorgeous and attractive looks, his sharp, angular features, his satin tone skin, his perfectly pink-tinted lips…

To distract and control himself, Patton swiftly looked down and away, but caught sight of a book underneath Logan’s hand. Looking at it closer, Patton realised it was a book on Greek Mythology and he tilted his head a little.

“Hey Logan?” Logan turned his head. “What’s that?” Patton asked, pointing at the object under Logan’s palm.

“Oh,” he answered, looking down and picking it up. “It’s a uh- a book on Greek mythology.”

“Yeah I can see that.” Patton tilted his head further to the side. “Why do you have it?”

“Well the most obvious and reasonable answer is because I wanted to learn about it,” Logan replied, shrugging innocently. In response, Patton hummed, smirked and narrowed his eyes, having a hunch that he knew why, but deciding not to push it for now.

“Alright,” he said, then returned to resting on the tree and staring out across the field, and Logan did the same. Patton sighed, a small smile appearing on his face as he took the school scenery in.

“I like it when it’s like this,” he said, causing Logan to look to him. “When it’s quiet, but not silent and there’s noise, but it isn’t loud. You know what I mean? Though saying that, I’ve never really been fond of complete silence so…”

“I am, a lot. Because the rare times I get to experience it are mainly at school,” Logan told, not intending for Patton to hear, but he did, and the curly-haired student turned to him curiously.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked softly, not wanting to come across as nosy. Sighing, Logan hung his head and stared at the ground. His eyes darted from one grass strand to another within his vicinity and his eyebrows furrowed as Patton waited patiently for a response.

“I-” Logan started and Patton tilted his head a bit in anticipation. “I’m… I’m sure you don’t want to know.” Looking away, Logan cleared throat, attempting to steer away from the subject.

Until he felt a cordial touch rest on his shoulder.

“I’m willing to listen,” he heard a comforting voice say to him. Turning his head, Logan first looked at the freckled hand near face, then met Patton’s gaze.

Something about the way he looked at him, the way Patton spoke, the way he moved, the way he acted around Logan made him feel at ease and relaxed his tense posture and toppled his walls. Warmth and compassion radiated from his touch, making Logan feel something that he hadn’t felt in years. And he had forgotten how much he missed it.

“I don’t get to experience the quiet or silence a lot because… there’s a lot of noise in my home.”

Confused, Patton dared to dig a little deeper. “Do you mind telling me why?”

Logan sighed. “Because my dad’s an alcoholic.”

There was a moment of silence between them. And during that silence, Logan gazed sadly at the dirt, a small portion of him waiting anxiously for Patton’s reaction.

“Logan I’m… I’m so sorry,” he eventually said sympathetically.

“What are you apologising for? It’s not your fault.”

“But no one deserves to deal with their parental figures rejecting them. Especially in such a damaging way.” Patton’s hand then gingerly travelled from Logan’s shoulder to his wrist, inches away from his hand. Glancing at it, Logan resisted the urge to reach it and hold it himself, but he didn’t need to, because Patton took it himself. He softly gripped Logan’s hand and offered a kind smile to him, which Logan happily returned. 

After a few seconds, Patton then stood up and held out a hand for Logan to take, which he did and got back on his feet too, taking the book with him.

“Where are we going?” he questioned as Patton started to pull him away from the tree and nearer to the back of the field. Glancing at his watch momentarily, Patton nodded then looked to Logan with a smirk.

“You’ll see.”

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Chapter 3

[Chapter 2] || [Chapter 4] <- Coming soon!

{Masterpost}

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The next day, after school, Logan returned to the library. It and the books housed in it were his escape from his reality and one of the few things that gave him hope for the future. As he strolled through the endless aisles of bookshelves, looking for a novel - preferably an Agatha Christie one - he trailed his finger and his eyes along the books.

But, once more this led to a crash between two heads.

Bump!

Stumbling back, Logan rubbed his hanging head.

“We really should stop bumping into each other like this,” said a shy, quiet voice. Recognising it, Logan’s head immediately shot up, his eyes widening upon seeing the person.

“You,” he whispered.

“Haha, me,” the boy replied with a chuckle and smile, making Logan’s heart quicken.

“Apologies. I should keep a better eye out on where I am walking.” He adjusted his glasses, but as he looked down, he noticed a book on the floor. Assuming that it was the other boy’s, Logan picked up and handed it back to him.

“Greek Mythology?”

“Thank you and yeah. I’ve always loved ancient history, especially these legends and stories. All these gods, goddesses and stories; they’ve always fascinated me, ever since I was young,” the boy said, grinning as he flipped through the pages. Logan listened and smiled softly as he talked. Then, he looked up, closed the book and held out a hand.

“My name’s Patton. Patton Easter,” he said cheerfully and Logan shook his hand.

“Logan,” he answered, cracking a small smile. At that, Patton seemed to be taken back a bit and he stared curiously at the boy opposite him.

“You’re the Logan?” he asked, a little louder than he had intended and quickly hushed himself to avoid attracting any unnecessary attention. Clutching the book close to his chest, Patton gazed up at Logan, whose expression still remained unreadable. “Logan Gallagher?”

“I fail to understand what you’re implying by ‘the Logan’, but yes. I am ‘the Logan’, so to speak.”

Chuckling quietly, Patton looked down, a few of his caramel curls falling with his eyes. “Your reputation precedes you. Although I have to say, you’re nothing like they said you were.”

“What did they say about me?” Logan inquired, tilting his head slightly, genuinely intrigued. He was aware of the speculations about him circling around the school, though he had never actually heard any of them himself. He was always far too busy focusing on his work, that he had no time for petty gossip.

“Quite a lot of things actually. There are many rumours about you, but it’s best that I don’t tell you.” Patton laughed awkwardly, lowering the book from his chest and relaxing his shoulders. “But the most common subject talked about you, is how you never show emotions.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Some people think there’s something wrong in your head, others think that you might have alexithymia. Do you know what that is?”

Logan nodded. “I do, yes,” he replied blankly.

“There’s even a joke going round that you might be an android or a robot.” Though Logan expected him to laugh at the thought, Patton didn’t and he instead appeared saddened and, dare he assumed, annoyed by it.

There was a beat of silence, before Logan looked down, then back up at Patton, the tiniest hint of sympathy glistening in his eye. “What do you say about me?” His tone was gentle, like a human touch on a rose petal, and Patton looked up, quite surprised at the tenderness of Logan’s rumoured-to-be-cold voice.

“I… I don’t say anything about you. I don’t believe any of the rumours because you can’t judge a person based on other people’s opinions or thoughts on them. What you hear comes from everyone, but that one person who you’re being told about. I think it’s unfair that you’ve had all these allegations created about you. Because of them, everyone seems to be anxious to approach you.” 

There was a long moment of silence between them again, as Patton’s words sank in. In truth, Logan was completely taken aback by what he had said, and he never previously considered people’s thoughts about him. He never cared before, but for some reason, now he did, but specifically Patton’s opinion on him. Taking in a breath, Logan bit his lip, then hesitantly asked one more question.

“Then how about… what do you think about me?”

Patton continued to stare at the floor, contemplating how to word his answer, then met Logan’s eyes.

“I think that you’re a dark horse.” Suddenly Logan felt a burning blush creep up his neck; he was not expecting that answer at all. “I think that you’re nothing like they said you were and I think that, if you were to be given the chance, you’d be a lovely friend,” replied Patton with a kind smile.

Unconsciously, Logan then started grinning and Patton lit up.

“Hold on a second! Did I just make the Logan Gallagher smile? Have I been the chosen one who managed to crack the code?” he said jokingly and Logan rolled his eyes.

“Savour that moment, for it won’t be happening again any time soon,” answered Logan, adjusting his glasses and reapplying his blank mask. Patton giggled.

HIs eyes flickering to the clock, Logan then realised that he had to get home. He didn’t want to get tangled in the same situation the day prior.

“Apologies Patton. I’d love to keep talking with you, but I need to be heading home now.” Hastily, but not too quickly, Logan returned the books he had and retrieved his bag.

“Um, can I walk? With you?” Patton’s juvenile voice chimed. “Only up to the gate of course because I’ll have to go my separate way to my own home.”

Smiling gently, Logan nodded. “Your company would be satisfactory, Patton.” The bubbly boy giggled then quickly got his bag and his blazer and started walking by Logan’s side.

When they finally arrived at the gate and at the junction of their paths headed home, Logan turned to Patton. “I suppose this is where we depart. Until tomorrow. Friends?” He held out his hand, which Patton happily shook.

“Friends.”

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Chapter 2

[Chapter 1] || [Chapter 3]

{Masterpost}

TW: Domestic abuse

Logan’s little grin remained on his face all the while he walked home. It was instantly erased however, by the sound of a glass bottle shattering from inside the house. Turning the handle, Logan took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside.

“LOGAN!” his father barked, making his son flinch, though tried to keep himself composed as best as he could, even when he was grabbed by the collar and yanked off the floor. “You came home late. Where the bloody hell were you?” he snarled.

The overwhelming stench of his father’s alcoholic breath almost knocked Logan out and his slipshod appearance only worsened his state.

“I- I was in the library. I just had to return a couple of books from my previous lessons,” he managed to say as clearly as he could.

“And that took you one and a half hours?!” growled his father and for a second Logan genuinely considered telling him about Patton, but only a madman would do such a thing, especially in his current situation.

“Then I got caught up.”

“By what?!”

“...Books. Like always.” Logan bit his lip, hoping and praying that it was convincing enough. It also wasn’t entirely a lie, so he couldn’t exactly be punished for it. His father released him, a sullen expression still painted on his misfortune-ridden face as he turned and walked away, grabbing a bottle from the table.

Brushing himself off and straightening his shirt, necktie and glasses, Logan scowled as he headed back up the stairs, but just before he went, Logan managed to hear him mumble,

“Just like your mother.”

Obviously, his father had no intention of him hearing it, but Logan did and he put up no resistance to the tears that pricked at his eyes, then fell down his cheeks. Now that his father was out of view, Logan allowed himself to mutely cry as he carried his belongings up to his room and unpacked the items he needed to take out from his school bag.

Eventually, his emotions numbed and froze like ice and when he had completed his homework, he gazed out the window. Memories of his mother flashed through his mind for a minute, for a second he even smiled, but it was swiftly knocked down by the reminders of what had happened that day… and the many months before.

Today Logan was lucky that he had slipped away unharmed - physically anyway - other days were not so bright. But he didn’t let anyone know. No one could know anyway, or even care; he had no friends and no shoulder to lean on.

So he buried himself in his books to escape, even if he believed that there would truly never be a way out. 

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Heyyyy so, what do you think of the story so far? I know it's been only two chapters and I'm sorry for this kinda angsty one but I'd love to know what you'd think! Keep an eye out for future chapters, I'm really excited to see where this story is headed...

~ Bre

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Chapter 1

[Chapter 2] <- Coming soon!

{Masterpost}

Logan sighed as the noise in the field started to die down and silence started to settle around him. He was always one to be reticent and favoured calmness and order, but unfortunately it wasn’t able to last long, since he glanced at his watch and realised it was 10 minutes until his next lesson. Closing his book and placing it neatly back into his bag, Logan started to make his way back to his next lesson.

A starling flew overhead, darting from tree to tree and singing a little tune as Logan looked up just in time to see it speed by. The sky that day was calming and comforting and the wind, merely a gentle breeze that kept him cool from the heating sun above. Clouds were spread out evenly across the blue blanket of the earth, like jam on toast, and, together with the verdant fields, the scenery was pleasantly picturesque.

As he stepped back into the stone-cold corridors of the school, Logan retained his usual stoic expression, holding the front strap of his bag as he walked. A small number of heads turned his way, mainly those in the younger years, who were most likely intrigued by his emotionless facade as he travelled down the hallway.

Logan’s stern reputation circulated around the school ever since he had first arrived there. Pupils were either too scared or awkward to try and strike up a conversation with him, and not even the bullies bothered with him, since they had tried once, but were quickly shut down; Logan knew how to stand his ground better than anyone thought.

Friends didn’t concern him that much anyway. He saw them as a waste of time and a distraction from what he believed truly mattered in life: knowledge. All Logan wanted to focus and strive for in life was his education and to learn as much as he could of the world around him. 

Science went too quickly for his final lesson of the day so he decided to head to the library; he could always feel satisfied there. It was always quiet too, giving Logan an opportunity to clear his head.

As he made his way to the library, Logan read a book while he walked. It was his mother’s trait that he picked up and although she constantly used to scold him for doing so, he couldn’t help but do it. Having a nose stuck in a book was just too addicting.

Unfortunately, this led to a pair of heads colliding - one of them travelling at a quicker speed. When they hit, Logan’s book dropped to the floor, as did he and the other student.

“Ow,” he grunted as he lightly held his throbbing head before opening his eyes to see who he had bumped into. The boy was on the ground opposite him, also rubbing his head, but upon seeing him, Logan felt his heartbeat speed up.

He was… adorable, to say the least. He had curly, golden bronze locks that fell perfectly over a pair of round, silver glasses and freckles that were dusted across his nose somehow accentuated his beautiful baby blue eyes that peeked through his scrunched eyelids. As he looked closer, Logan noticed that there were some freckles dotted on his hands and arms as well.

His face started heating up, his eyes unconsciously widened slightly and when the boy raised his head, Logan promptly looked away. The other student got up first and walked over to him.

“Sorry about that,” he chuckled with a small smile, holding out a hand, which Logan gingerly took. The boy’s touch was soft and comforting, much like his grin and when he was standing upright again, Logan held onto his hand a little longer than he had intended to.

The student noticed however, and he blushed slightly and awkwardly smiled. “Um, you can let go of my hand now.” Instantly, Logan retracted his hand and busily brushed himself off.

“Apologies.”

Noticing his book still on the floor, Logan bent down to pick it up. But the other student reached for it too and they bumped heads again midway down.

“Sorry,” they said at the same time, smiling at each other briefly, before Logan leant down a little further and retrieved the book.

The two students stared at each other for a few seconds before the other boy excused himself, dashing past him. Logan watched him as he hurried away, not taking his eyes off him until he was out of view. An unconscious small smile appeared on his face, but when he realised the pupils around him noticed it, it immediately faltered.

Straightening his tie and readjusting his glasses, Logan continued on his journey to the library.

When he got there, he was barely able to focus on anything he tried to read. For the first time ever, the books and stories he was reading failed to interest him. His thoughts were occupied solely by that boy he had bumped into in the hallway.

Glancing out the window, Logan spotted him in the fields on the grass, also reading a book. Whatever it was, it seemed to interest him a lot since he was invested in the pages; a great contrast to Logan’s situation. 

Watching him intently, Logan smiled softly when he saw that he had stuck his tongue out whilst reading.

‘Adorable,’ he thought, but instantly caught himself. He sat upright, realising he had been slouching the whole time and shook the notions out.

Realising that there wasn’t any point in being there anymore, Logan returned the book he had back to its shelf and left the library, starting to make his way back home.

As he walked past the field, he stole a glance at the boy, who was still there and still engrossed in his book. Logan couldn’t help but smile at him; his cheeriness was simply too infectious and for the first time in forever, he exited the school gates with a skip and a grin.

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Synopsis:

"The course of love never did run smooth."

Such a phrase couldn't have been more applicable to the love life of Patton Easter and Logan Gallagher: two gay men in 1930s Britain.

Constantly tangled in the perils of the world, they'll have to wade through thick and thin, all for the sake of love and with war on the horizon, they'll quickly learn that some secrets should never be shared.

[Chapter 1]

[Chapter 2]

[Chapter 3]

[Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]

[Chapter 7]

[Chapter 8]

[Chapter 9]

[Chapter 10]

[Chapter 11]

[Chapter 12]

[Chapter 13]

[Chapter 14]

[Chapter 15]

[Chapter 16]

[Chapter 17]

[Chapter 18]

[Chapter 19]

[Chapter 20]

[Chapter 21]

[Chapter 22]

[Chapter 23]

[Chapter 24]

[Chapter 25]

[Chapter 26]

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Makeover ~ Prinxiety

TW: Deadnaming, transphobia, mentions of dysphoria, one use of bad language

Word count: 3148

A/N:

Virgil is mtf and lesbian and Roman is now a girl called Rowan :3

Hope you enjoy this fluffy fic that was actually inspired by a scene from Burlesque.

~ Bre

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“Virgil! Can you help your father with something please?” Cringing at her deadname, Vera closed her notebook and stashed it away before calling back to her mother.

“Coming mum!” When she got downstairs, she saw her dad holding up a shelf on the wall and holding out a screwdriver for her.

“Virgil!” She cringed again. “There you are. Come help me with this,” her father said. Taking the screwdriver, she grabbed a few nails from the box and screwed them into place, twisting firmly until they were secure.

Stepping back, she smiled a little at her dad and handed back the tool. “Thanks son. You seem to know the basics, which is great! Diy skills are a great trait to have in a husband. Whoever your wife will be one day will be happy.”

Though she was crying inside, Vera nodded and plastered the best smile she could for her parents before turning around and quickly heading back up to her room. She was on the brink of tears and as soon as she closed her door, she broke down, feeling an overwhelming wave of discomfort and utter hatred for herself and her body wash over her.

Her parents would never understand. How could they? They were cisgender heterosexuals; they could never fully understand the dysphoria people like her had. How damaging it was, how detrimental it could be to her and her mental health and how pronouns were so much bigger and meaningful than mere words.

Knowing she couldn’t take this alone, Vera texted her best friend, Rowan and asked if she could come over. Within seconds, she got a reply and Rowan, being the gracious princess of a girl she was, said that she could.

Grabbing her hoodie, Vera made her way down and out the door, telling her parents where she was going before she left.

“Mum, Dad, I’m going to Rowan’s,” she said as she grabbed her keys from the shelf.

“Okay sweetie! See you later,” her mum replied. For a moment, Vera thought she had survived and quietly exhaled relievedly. But unfortunately, her satisfaction didn’t last long.

“Bye son!” She heard her father call just before she fully closed the door. 

And that tipped the scale. 

A waterfall of silent tears plummeted down her face as all her pent up feelings of bitterness and disdain crashed down with them. She sobbed soundlessly through the streets all the way to Rowan’s house, her hood hiding her face and tears from everyone who passed.

Those who gave her a small look, whether it be from sympathy or disgust, didn’t bother talking to her, but that was just as well, because she couldn’t deal with social interaction at that moment. All she cared about was reaching Rowan because, as far as she was concerned, she was the only person who would be able to comfort her and know what to do.

Vera considered knocking at the front door, but then she realised that Rowan’s parents might be home, and she definitely didn’t want them seeing her in her ruined state. So she climbed in through the window, as she usually did, because if you don’t go into your best friend’s home through the window, are you guys even best friends?

Hearing rustling outside, Rowan smirked and turned around on her chair after she heard her window open.

“Really? Coming in through the window? Why did you need to put in all that effort when you could have just simply walked through the door…” Rowan’s voice trailed off once she saw Vera’s tear stained cheeks and messy hair through her purple plaid-pattern patched hood.

“Virgil?” She instantly ran forward and hugged her.

Vera knew she meant well, but Rowan accidentally deadnaming her only brought forward more tears to the table and she broke down in her friend’s arms.

They sank to the floor, Rowan holding her the whole time and when they eventually pulled away from the hug, Rowan took Vera’s hands in her own and lowered her hood.

“Hey, hey,” Rowan said softly, rubbing the back of Vera’s hands with her thumb, then wiping away a few tears from her cheeks. “What’s wrong hun?”

Looking down at their hands, Vera stared at them and blushed a bit at the feeling of Rowan’s gentle, ever-comforting touch on her skin. She gazed up at the gorgeous girl in front of her and shook like a leaf as she considered telling her best friend her biggest secret.

Revealing to Rowan what Vera had been wanting to tell her for so long could potentially put a strain on their friendship and Vera had such a strong bond with Rowan - she didn’t want to lose it. But she figured that one day, Rowan would find out the truth, so why not now, when they were in their teen years and could still live life to the fullest?

“I…” Vera began and Rowan leaned in in anticipation. “I was… deadnamed.” Holding her breath, Vera anxiously glanced up at her friend through her bangs. Rowan’s expression was unreadable at first, but then a confused look was painted across her face.

“Deadnamed… but that’s what happens when-” she mumbled, then cut herself off, realising what Vera had just told her. She stared at her with wide eyes. “Are you saying that… that-”

Vera nodded, bucket loads of tears springing through her eyes. “I’m trans.”

She cried into her palms and braced herself for the worst, knowing what Rowan’s reaction would be.

‘You’re trans? How can you be trans? You were born a boy so you’ll stay a boy.”

“Trans? But you’re 16 you’re just confused. Give it a few more years you’ll grow out of it,”

“Are you sure you aren’t just interested in girl stuff?”

“How can you expect me to just suddenly use these pronouns for you now? Do you know how hard that is?”

She would be just like her parents and then she would lose everyone. Her loved ones, her friends and most likely her home. Frantic thoughts churned around her mind as she quietly cried.

‘I’ll be homeless, unloved, forgotten, discarded, abandoned I’ll never-’

A pair of warm arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kind embrace, halting her train of worries. Weeping into her friend’s shoulder, Vera allowed Rowan to hold her, stroke her hair and comfort her, washing away all her negative thoughts with a single touch.

“I’m so sorry I deadnamed you. You’re no more different to me than you were before. I still see you and view you exactly the same,” said Rowan in a soft voice, calming Vera’s frenzied nerves. “You’re my best friend and I’d never trade for even the biggest diamond in the world, even though that’s already you.”

Taking Vera’s face in her hands, Rowan wiped away more tears from her cheeks and this time, they finally stopped falling. There was a beat of silence. Vera hung her head and steadied herself and her breathing.

“Do you have a new name?” asked Rowan after she saw Vera compose herself.

“Yeah,” she answered, fidgeting with her hands. “It’s Vera.”

Rowan gasped and smiled, placing a hand to her chest. “Girl, that’s a gorgeous choice.”

Hearing Rowan nickname her ‘Girl’ sparked a new and welcome feeling in Vera. It felt freeing, ecstatic, joyous and her whole soul was more jubilant than it ever had been before.

It’s funny how much one small word can affect a person.

“Thanks,” she beamed. “I wanted to choose something unique and interesting. ‘Vera’ just stood out to me.”

“And it fits you like a glove,” Rowan added almost instantly, without any hesitation. Blushing, Vera looked down and hid her face.

“You can still call me Vee though. I always liked that nickname,” she said, laughing softly.

“Whatever you want, Vera,” said Rowan, smiling and Vera delightfully grinned back. Suddenly, Rowan’s face fell and raised a hand to her cheek. “Oh no. Your concealer and eye shadow’s wiping away…”

“It’s nothing, just makeup I’ll live,” Vera chuckled softly, holding Rowan’s hand on her face.

“Nothing? Nothing?? Makeup is more than just nothing. It makes us feel dazzling, beautiful, stunning and just downright gorgeous.” Raising her hands and moving them flamboyantly, Rowan stood up and walked to her drawers and opened the top one. She seemed to be searching for something, Vera noticed, hearing the rustles and movement.

“Hmm,” Rowan hummed quietly. Vera tilted her head, intrigued.

“What’s up?”

“I’m running low on eyeshadow and other makeup supplies.”

“Wait, didn’t you just buy some new ones 2 months ago?” asked Vera. Rowan just went silent.

“Your point being?” she eventually replied, turning around with her hands on her hips and Vera giggled. Smiling at her laugh, Rowan then grabbed a bag from her chair - that was unsurprisingly already packed - and took her best friend’s hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Out. I’m giving you a makeover,” Rowan said with a smirk, before pulling Vera out the door with her.

After she grabbed her keys and said goodbye to her parents, the two girls walked to the town centre, discussing Vera’s sense of style along the way. Rowan seemed to understand her preferences and when they arrived at the mall, she got to work straight away buying all the clothes that would look great on her.

“Vee look at this!” Holding up a black skirt, Rowan showed it to her friend, who beamed at the sight of it.

“Ro I love it!” She then lowered it to her waist to measure.

“It seems like it’s your size. Wanna try it on?” All of a sudden, Vera’s anxiety spiked. It was then that she remembered that, though she was a girl, she still looked like a boy to those around her.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean…” she gestured to herself and Rowan’s eyes softened in sympathy. Gently, she held Vera’s shoulders.

“I understand Vee. I’m not gonna ask you to do anything you’re not comfortable with yet. We can just try it on back at my place,” she reassured comfortingly in a soft voice, melting Vera’s heart and walls. She blushed and smiled back, then Rowan held up the skirt. “So we’re getting it?” she asked eagerly and Vera nodded.

After around an hour and a half later of shopping, Vera looked down at the three bags they had. They didn’t buy a lot, since she had found a way to reuse most of her old clothes, but purchased a decent amount of new, more feminine clothes. To finish their shopping spree, they were lastly going to buy some makeup for them both.

But Vera felt a little guilty seeing that Rowan had spent all her savings on her. She knew that Rowan wouldn’t want her too, but she couldn’t help it.

“Hey Ro?” Vera said. Rowan hummed in response and turned her head. “I appreciate all of this, I do. But you really didn’t need to bother yourself so much with me-”

“Ahem? Back. The hell. Up.” Rowan suddenly stopped in her tracks and raised her free hand, pointing up her index finger. Vera couldn’t stop the smile etching onto her face from her amusing actions as she turned around to her. (She had stopped a couple steps ahead.) Rowan was always an extravagant queen; Vera didn’t know why she didn’t expect this to happen.

“I very much did need to bother myself with you,” Rowan stated, taking a few paces forward towards her. “This shopping session was to help get your mind off all the current shit happening in your life, since it’s not fair that it’s all happening to you. I’m here to help build your confidence, however I can, and obviously clothes play a big role in it.” She held up the bag she was holding and Vera chuckled. However, her face quickly fell.

“But.. your money-”

“Was well spent. Whatever I was saving up for doesn’t matter anymore and in actual fact I can’t remember what it was, nor do I even care now! All I know is that I spent it well and on a beautiful, gorgeous, caring, sweet girl,” said Rowan, emphasising the word ‘girl’ and making Vera beam. She hugged her friend tighter than she ever had before and when she pulled away, a bold thought suddenly crossed her mind as their eyes met, but she hastily swiped it away.

“Come on.” Rowan took her hand and led her to their last store. “Let’s finish our shopping session.”

***

“Are you done yet?” Rowan called from outside her room. Vera was inside, trying on the clothes they had bought and this was her final outfit. She was so excited to see her new friend in all her gorgeous glory and Vera had teased that this was definitely her favourite clothing combination. Rowan waited impatiently for her, tapping her feet and leaning against the door.

“Almost!”

After around 15 more seconds, Vera finally said, “Alright! You can come in now!” and Rowan wasted no time in opening the door. She gasped and froze in shock and awe.

“Vera… you look so marvellous,” she said, barely any louder than a whisper. Vera had managed to steal her breath away, merely by just standing there.

She wore a purple, oversized printed t-shirt accompanied by the black and white grid skirt they saw earlier. A pair of black lace-up boots sat at her feet and black mesh tights covered her legs, and to top it all off, Vera wore a few silver chains around her neck, accentuating her whole look and a couple of silver earrings too.

To put it simply, Rowan was starstruck.

“Thanks,” Vera said shyly, looking down to hide her burning blush. “I wish my hair was a little longer though.” Blowing a few chocolate strands out of her view, Vera reached up a twirled a couple as Rowan took some steps closer.

“I think you’d look exquisite either way and, to be honest, I kinda prefer this look more with a pixie cut. It suits you,” she said with a sweet smile, which Vera returned.

“Thank you Ro.”

Rowan then pulled her over to her bed and sat her down as she searched in their bags for their newest makeup items. She handed Vera a brush and her concealer and foundation, but Vera pushed them back.

“Actually, can you do it this time? It’s not that I’m uncomfortable or anything, but I just wanted you to do it, “ she said innocently, gazing up with wide eyes. 

“U-uh. Sure. Okay,” Rowan stuttered. Gingerly, she reached up and brushed Vera’s hair out of her face, their eyes momentarily locking, then gave her a headband to wear. “What do you want?” she asked after Vera had put it on.

“Um, I dunno. Surprise me,” Vera winked and Rowan smirked, then set to work.

The two played Disney songs as Rowan worked and sang to their hearts’ content, but occasionally smudged a few aspects of the look in doing so. Rowan didn’t mind though. As long as they were having fun, she didn’t mind if Vera accidentally messed it up a thousand times. As long as she got to see her smile.

When she was finished, Rowan got a mirror and handed it to Vera. “Take a look.” And she did, gasping quietly as she admired her eyeshadow and most of all, her lips. They were a kind of ombre tone - lined black and gradually fading into a subtle burgundy red.

“Jee-muh-nattie Ro, you really outdid yourself here. Colour me impressed!”

“Thanks Vee,” Rowan grinned. “The lipstick should be dry by now.” She then started tidying her things and packing up her brushes and new palette, storing them back in their drawer. Vera was still admiring her appearance in Rowan’s full-body mirror when she finished cleaning up. Truth be told, Rowan loved how much Vera was loving her looks and who she saw in the mirror. It wasn’t every day that she was so confident, and Rowan was so glad to see a shift in her self-esteem.

“You look absolutely stunning, you know,” she complimented as she sat back down on her bed, making Vera’s face instantly flush.

“Thank you Ro, for everything you’ve done for me today,” Vera said as she joined her.

“Ah, it was nothing,” Rowan waved it away, but Vera shook her head.

“No, seriously. You don’t know how much it’s helped me.” She took her friend’s hands in her own. “I don’t know what I would do without you, I’m not sure what I would have done in that moment if you weren’t there to help me. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart Ro, for all you’ve done since day one.”

Tilting her head slightly, Rowan smiled kindly at her best friend, feeling her face heart up the longer she stared. “And thank you for being the incredibly charming little cherub you are!” she replied, booping Vera’s nose and causing her to giggle.

Her expression soon turned to concern however, as she remembered that Vera didn’t actually live with her (unfortunately). “Vera, what are you going to do when you get home? Won’t your parents think spitefully when they see you like this?”

Looking down, Vera furrowed her eyebrows worriedly, all the while grasping Rowan’s hands. “I’m not sure. I don’t really know what I’m gonna do, because they obviously are too scared to accept me.” Rowan nodded understandably. “But, right now I just want to focus on now, and being here with you and spending the best minutes of my life with you.”

“As do I,” replied Rowan, raising Vera’s knuckles up to her lips and kissing them softly, flustering her.

Then their eyes locked, again, and they lost themselves in each other’s eyes. Suddenly the world was still and quiet, the wind stopped blowing and the room around them faded away. And before they knew it, they were kissing.

It was sweet and juvenile, like them, and their lips moved perfectly together, fitting flawlessly like pieces in a puzzle. Rowan raised a hand to Vera’s cheek, slowly sliding it down to her neck, whilst Vera grabbed her opposition’s waist, pulling her in closer ever-so-gently.

After a couple minutes they pulled away, muted by shock and the butterflies dancing in their stomachs. Rowan was the one to break the silence, laughing breathlessly and grinning, Vera soon doing the same. She hesitantly looked up, their eyes meeting again and Rowan grazed a tender hand on her cheek, which Vera leaned into.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she said lovingly, completely entranced. “Be my girlfriend?”

“Of course!” Vera replied excitedly, almost instantly and lunged at Rowan, encasing her in a hug but causing them to tumble off the bed and onto the floor in a laughing heap.

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Thank you for tagging me!

So these sentences are from a Logince one shot I've been requested to do. It's a fun concept I hope you'll like it when it comes :3

Logan and Roman were competitive over everything.

And they just kept going on, and on, and on. Until… eventually… they wrapped it up.

Patton always chose the longer time, in hopes that they might start getting along better, whilst Virgil chose the shorter time.

They seemed to have fallen in an argument as to what should fuel your motivation in life and Roman, being the ever flamboyant, ambitious dream-chaser he was, chose the lively side of life, whilst Logan sided with the more logical and insightful argument.

Looking down and sighing, Logan readjusted his glasses and necktie, before retreating to his own accomodation.

Honestly, he didn’t mean to constantly argue with Roman and there was once time where the only disputes they had were petty disagreements that were soon resolved.

Their best friends, Patton and Virgil had to watch them claw at each other’s throats like cats brawling over yarn everytime they encountered each other and although they had tried to get them to just talk things out and take a more peaceful approach, someone always ended up yelling.

@booknerd-23 @youremotionallystablefriend @symphony-soldier-29 I don't rly have many other fanfic tumblrs to tag so you can join in if u want!

Post seven sentences from your current WIP and then tag seven others

Pffft loved your snippet @bromeliadslove . Do texts count as a sentence? Imma just go with yes.

Raphie: Might be bad to go outside!

He seems like a bit of a worrywart, but it’s nice to have someone worry about me for once. Although, now I have a hunch as to why I’m feeling eyes on me.

Me: Raph… Me: Are you watching me from the rooftops?

For a few moments there’s no answer, but as I look up a smile breaks across my face when Mikey waves enthusiastically down at me from the rooftop across the street before he’s pulled from sight. I can’t help but giggle a little at the thought of having real friends looking down at me, looking out for me.

Have a Ninja Turtles snippet of mine. Uuuuuuuh im unsure of who to tag so i guess anyone can join in if they wanna.

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I wonder ~ Prinxiety

Requested by: @_becxmoonsy on Wattpad

TW: None

Word count: 1895

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To say that Virgil and Roman’s relationship was complicated was an understatement. It didn’t kick off smoothly if you wanted a base to start from.

Roman had been the first to meet him, and although Virgil had, somehow, greeted him, he didn’t exactly welcome him well.

‘Hey there, Princey!’

‘Oh… kay. Can’t stand that guy.’

And those were the first words they said to each other. Obviously, they had started off on the wrong foot (which was evident in later episodes where they argue and bicker constantly), but after Roman changed, so did Virgil and so did everything else.

Whether it was subtle differences like trying to nickname each other more nicely or bigger switch ups like Virgil’s style, it was apparent that they had both changed for the better and, seemingly, each other.

But with their development, came new emotions and feelings, especially for Roman. Seeing a spike of confidence in Virgil the day he donned a new appearance, sparked something in the prince, something he had never felt before or for anyone previously for that matter.

It was… a good feeling. It was exciting and sweet, like candy, but also a little nerve-wracking and it made him giddy inside as well as out. Roman loved it and he felt it the most around Virgil. He never dared speak a word about it to anyone though. Secrets like these were best kept hidden; they were fun to hide anyway.

Unfortunately, for Roman, he wasn’t exactly the best at concealing things, which was how the cat got out of the bag. (No, don’t worry it’s not a real cat. Patton’s allergies will be fine.)

***

“Hey Virge! Whatcha doin’?” Roman said as he approached his friend. Looking up from his phone for a second, Virgil smiled.

“Just scrolling through Tumblr, as usual,” he replied, patting the empty spot next to him, indicating to Roman that he wanted him to sit down.

The prince happily obliged and when he took his place next to Virgil, he laid down onto his lap. As he stared at the ceiling, Roman wondered about what he and Virgil were. What they did with each other normally happened around romantic couples, but they were just being friends… right?

They always hugged, and cuddled together, leaned on each other’s shoulders when they needed to and spent almost every minute of every day together. The only thing missing was the kiss.

His eyes then shifted from the ceiling to Virgil’s face. It was illuminated slightly by the light emanating from his phone and his expression was so… peaceful and he was smiling a little, causing Roman’s heart to jump a few hurdles.

Virgil was gently playing with his hair, softly stroking it routinely and massaging it occasionally; these actions made Roman wonder if they would mean anything more if they were a couple.

Nothing would really need to change, right? They would continue to do what they normally did around each other except then, they would be romantically involved. Would there be anymore significance?

His eyes then flickered to Virgil’s lips: always soft, always a little chapped but always kissable. In that moment, Roman wanted nothing more than to seize his face and drown him in affection, but obviously he couldn’t do that and he pushed himself off of Virgil’s lap and away from the sofa as quickly as he could to halt anything too… impulsive.

“Ro? You good?” asked Virgil, raising an eyebrow at him in confusion at his sudden movement.

“Uh, yeah. I just remembered that I needed to do something,” Roman lied, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ll be upstairs if you need me.”

And with that, he dashed up to his room, leaving Virgil completely baffled.

Briskly walking into his room, Roman closed the door, his back facing it, and sighed heavily. He looked ahead and tried to clear his mind of any thoughts of Virgil, but there was no use. He was there, imprinted and glued and Roman would just be wasting his energy trying to get him out.

But Virgil stuck in his head wasn’t such a bad thing though; at least his mind was, in a way, doing him a favour with images of his crush.

Being the creative side he was, Roman suddenly got an idea to place the scenario that had appeared on his head on a canvas - he had nothing better to do anyway. He grabbed his headphones and played one of his playlists on Spotify named ‘Virgil💜🔮🎵’. (It was called that because he would listen to it whenever he thought of him and what they could be.)

With a snap of his fingers, Roman conjured a pot of paint brushes and some paint and set to work constructing his mind’s image.

He started with the base of the painting first - the sky - with midnight blue which faded to a lighter shade as it descended. Then, he created the grass, using black paint since it would only be a silhouette and set it just below the halfway point and in the middle, he painted a bench with two people sitting on it, who he imagined to be him and Virgil.

Roman smiled at the thought of them stargazing together with nothing to interrupt them and their picture perfect moment but the occasional breeze. After making the trees on the side and the moon in the twilight sky, Roman tied the whole piece together with the addition of stars.

During this time, the song ‘Wonder’ by Shawn Mendes played and he grinned, seeing how relevant it was to his current situation. As he dipped his brush in white paint and flicked it across the canvas, Roman sang the words, not as passionately as Shawn did, but with as much energy as he wanted - which was a decent amount.

Unbeknownst to him however, Virgil had been listening outside the entire time. After his puzzling retreat to his room, the emo followed him, but what he heard when he was just about to knock on his door was a lovely surprise.

Roman was singing, as per usual, but what he sang intrigued Virgil. At that time, it was ‘Would You Be So Kind’ by dodie. He sunk behind the door, quietly singing with him and thought about how it tailored to their relationship. He had never been vocal about it, but he had always had a little crush on Princey, ever since the beginning; he wondered if he too felt the same way.

After a couple songs and unknown duets between them, Virgil finally decided to knock. When there was no response, he opened the door and Roman was still singing - a song he hadn’t heard before, but he listened to the lyrics. 

As he stepped closer, he realised what Roman was doing and admired the painting from afar. It was absolutely beautiful and from what he could see; it looked flawless and not a single stroke was out of place. Virgil didn’t really expect anything less than excellence from Roman’s work though. As the prince, he constantly strived for perfection.

‘I wonder what it’s like to be loved by you,’ Roman sang and Virgil instantly froze. They probably weren’t, but he couldn’t help but wonder if those words were meant for him?

‘I wonder why I’m so afraid,

Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint.

I wonder, when I cry into my hands,

I’m conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man.

And I wonder if someday you’ll be by my side,

And tell me that the world will end up alright.’

Virgil thought that he might be getting to the end of the song, so he shyly approached him.

Clearing his throat, he said loudly to get his attention, “Princey?”

Instantly, Roman turned around. He was fixated to the spot for a few seconds, before he took off his headphones and set his brush down.

“Virgil!” he said, smiling awkwardly. “How- how long have you been standing there?”

“Not very long. I just wanted to see if you were okay ‘cause you left really quickly downstairs,” Virgil answered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

 

“Oh, no yeah I’m fine. I just wanted to do… this!” Roman then pointed to his artwork, showing it off and giving Virgil a clearer view of what he had seen only a little of earlier.

“Wow,” Virgil sighed, stepping closer. “It’s lovely.”

“Thanks.” Roman grinned, proud of his work. Virgil glanced at him for a moment, then quickly looked back down, both of their cheeks tinting cherry red.

“Who are they?” asked Virgil, pointing to the black silhouette of the two boys seated on the bench.

“Um no one. Just characters,” Roman replied quickly, blushing and fiddling with his fingers. Noticing his flustered state, Virgil smirked and decided to dig a little deeper.

“Hmm. They look awfully familiar,” he teased, rubbing his chin thoughtfully then turning to Roman who tried to play it off as innocently as he could.

“Oh they do? How interesting.” Virgil smirked and stared at him for a bit longer, but soon realised that he wouldn’t be getting anywhere if he kept it up. So, he tried something else.

Sheepishly, he walked up to Roman, keeping his hands in his pockets and looked at him through his bangs.

“You once told me that everything you say, do or sing has a meaning behind it. Well, almost everything. What were you singing about earlier?”

Roman turned away and fiddled with his sash. “You heard?”

Virgil hummed in response, then he sighed and decided that now was a better time than ever.

“Those words, those lyrics. I sang from somewhere. Someplace only I know and hope to share with someone one day.”

“Someone? Who is…”

Roman was on the edge of the cliff. He could see the crashing waves below and knew that if he didn’t have faith in his wings, he would plummet down, but if he clung onto that hope hard enough, he could soar through the cotton clouds and the exhilarating breeze to the ends of the earth. All it took was a jump.

So he held his breath and leaped.

“You.”

Virgil froze. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped; he was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. All these years of what he thought was once hopeless crushing and longing for something that he believed could never be, turns out he was wrong all along.

As Roman braced himself for the worst, the little smile of Virgil’s starstruck face grew and he lunged at Roman, embracing him in a tight hug.

The prince was surprised, but didn’t at all complain and hugged him back just as tightly. Even still, he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

“Virge?”

“You wonder what it’s like? To be loved by me?” Virgil said as he pulled away, meeting Roman’s eyes. He glanced at his lips and Virgil noticed, so he swiftly leaned in and softly kissed him. But it wasn’t long before the kiss grew more passionate, making it clear to them both that they had waited far too long for this to happen.

When they eventually parted, they stayed close, gazing into each other’s eyes. Both boys then grinned blissfully at each other, satisfied in the moment that they wished would last forever.

“That’s what it’s like.”

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When I kissed the teacher ~ Logicality

Requested by @pineapplethefish on Wattpad

TW: None

Word count: 934

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A/N: After I got the request, I just listened to the song on repeat lol. I forgot how fun it was and remembered why it was my favourite ABBA song. This was such a fun one shot to write and I hope you enjoy it as much I did. Also fyi, Logan is 22 and Patton is 19. (Just so it doesn’t seem too weird regarding their ages lol)

Hope you like it!

~ Bre

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“Okay,” Patton whispered to himself, twiddling with his thumbs as he anxiously watched the clock and waited for the long hand to hit six. “It’ll just be quick. One small peck on the cheek, that’s all. One little kiss on his soft, smooth, beautiful cheek…”

The student’s head fell onto his hand, keeping it propped up on his elbow while he stared adoringly at his teacher.

He couldn’t help it; Logan - I mean, Mr Telmer - was too handsome of a man not to fall for. Everytime Patton saw him, his breathing shallowed, his cheeks tinted pink and his little gay heart soared through cloud nine for him.

As Patton fondly gazed at him, he listened to the alluring, velvety tone of his voice. It was absolute ear candy; smoother than polished glass and richer than dark chocolate. Patton could listen to him ramble about anything for hours on end and he’d never get bored.

Glancing at the clock again, he realised that he would have to find a chance to make his move soon.

‘Come on, Pat! It’s only 3 minutes until the bell!’

Luckily for him, his opportunity was quickly handed to him on a silver platter by fate when he was called on by the teacher.

“Patton!” Snapping his head up, Patton straightened his posture and hastily pushed all his previous thoughts out.

“Yes, sir?” he answered after clearing his throat.

“Would you like to answer this equation?”

“Um, okay.” Patton got up from his seat and walked over to the front of the class, reading the problem on the board and quickly solving it in his head so that he was able to have an answer in time.

As he neared it, his teacher held out a pen for him to use.

“Thank you L- Mr Telmer,” Patton said as he took it. At the close mention of his name, Logan raised an eyebrow ever so slightly and looked at him a little skeptically, but Patton cleverly avoided eye contact by briskly walking over to the board.

He solved the question fairly quickly, considering that chemistry wasn’t his strongest topic in science, then handed the pen back. But before he was allowed to leave however, Logan held him there gently, studying his answer to check if it was correct.

When he saw that it was, Logan looked down to Patton, smiling softly.

“Correct answer Patton. Well done,” he congratulated quietly.

As Patton’s jade green eyes met Logan’s cobalt blue, the world stood still. He was suddenly trapped in a trance, with no hope of an escape and in that split second, all Patton’s sense had flown away and he lost himself. He held his breath and took the chance, pressing their lips together. But in that brief, very short moment, he was in the seventh heaven.

The whole class suddenly gasped, making him instantly pull away. Everyone stayed silent, each pupil too scared to break the glass. It was a new experience for them all that moment. For Patton, it was the kiss, for Logan it was being flustered and for the other students, it was their teacher’s cheeks turning a subtle shade of red.

They had never seen the teacher blush; he looked like a fool. In truth, he was nearly petrified ‘cause he was taken by surprise. Yet, the silence couldn’t last forever and it wasn’t long until the whole class went wild. Except, their reaction was definitely not what Patton or Logan expected.

They were all being… supportive? Of course, Patton first looked to his best friends, Roman and Remus, who were obviously freaking out over their closest friend finally having the courage to take the leap, but all his other classmates were weirdly celebrating as well. 

But when he heard someone shout,” Finally!” Patton instantly knew that he had been shipped with his teacher by all of them from the start. In their defense, he wasn’t exactly the best at hiding his feelings, but he supposed that was all okay.

Hesitantly, he then turned to Logan, who he expected to have a scowl or some sort of serious expression on his face, but no. Instead, he just smiled and Patton grinned bashfully.

“It’s probably best if we don’t do this in front of everyone in the future though, okay?” Logan whispered in his ear, making his heart speeden at the sound of the future, but he chose not to dwell on it for now.

Then, the school bell rang and the students started to leave. As he walked back to desk to retrieve his belongings, Patton received a few pats on the back and words of encouragement from his classmates before they exited, only fuelling his burning excitement.

But before he left again, Logan stopped him once more.

“Sorry,” Patton quickly said before anything. At this, Logan raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Whatever for?”

“Doing that… without your consent.” Hanging his head guiltily, Patton shifted his feet before meeting his eyes again. Realising what he was talking about, Logan looked out the window and nodded.

“I suppose I could let it slide,” he said, then smirked and looked back down at him. “But the only thing you should be apologetic about is your timing.”

“Timing?” Patton repeated, tilting his head to the side. Without warning, Logan then swiftly leaned in and kissed him again, but this time, longer and with a bit more passion.

“Yes. Last time, you left too quickly.” Unfortunately, ‘longer’ was still over too soon for Patton.

“Hypocrite,” he whispered, before pulling Logan in by the tie for one more.

What a mad day.

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I'll listen ~ Intrulogical

TW: Shouting, angst, crying

Word count: 1279

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“Why can’t they listen? They never LISTEN!” Logan shouted, his voice drenched in rage and frustration, as he threw a pebble across the lake. He hated being this way.

‘You’re so pathetic, Logan,’ he thought to himself, collapsing on his knees whilst a stream of tears cascaded down his cheeks.

‘You’re the embodiment of literal logic. Why can’t you control your emotions better? Why do you even have emotions anyway?!’ he scolded himself, taking off his glasses, tossing them to the side then holding his face in his hands. The tears felt like they would never stop and as he knelt there, exhausted and exasperated, for once in his life, he didn’t care about what was happening around him. All his surroundings faded away as all his overflowing anger spilled from his body, leaving Logan in his own black void of shame.

“Why can’t they just listen?”

Not too far away, Remus was busy in the fields, burning trees and setting anything he could see on fire. He grinned excitedly at the flaming forest before him, proud at the amount of destruction he caused. The way he saw it, he was giving his brother a favour because now he had something to do and he needed some fresh air. It was the only way Remus could get him outside anyway…

Satisfied with the chaos he created, Remus started to calm down and take a simple stroll through The Imagination. Though he typically craved discord, he wasn’t completely psychotic and still enjoyed peaceful moments to himself, like everyone else. (In truth, the only psychotic thing about him was the way he ate cereal.)

The Duke couldn’t be bothered to think about where to go, so he let his feet carry him, taking him where they wanted to; they were always able to take him somewhere interesting. Today, however, wasn’t to be like any other.

As he approached a lake, he spotted a certain logical side standing by it. Curious, Remus stepped closer, but stayed out of the clearing and hid behind the trees. As he neared him, Remus could see that he was shaking. Tilting his head, he silently questioned why, but he soon got his answer when Logan suddenly chucked a stone across the water.

Remus’ eyes followed it as it pierced through the air, moving more forward than higher, before it ultimately hit the water’s surface on the other side of the lake. Impressed by his strength, Remus’ started to blush. Ever since his first encounter with Logan, he had always had a small crush on him, which gradually swelled over the years, so seeing him do that didn’t help at all.

When he turned his head back to Logan, he realised that he had fallen to his knees, sobbing. Remus contemplated going up to comfort him; he didn’t want to make him feel worse and all he ever seemed to do was ruin everything. But, by instinct, he suddenly started to move towards him.

Logan continued to cry, sensing his presence but too exhausted to put up a front anymore. “Why can’t they just listen?” he whispered, not intending for anyone to hear. Unluckily for him though, someone did.

“I’ll listen.” Logan heard a quiet voice to his left say. He snapped his head up, looking towards the source. Seeing Remus there, he immediately stood up, brushing himself off then readjusting his tie.

“Apologies, Remus I-” he cut himself off when he opened his eyes, realising his vision was blurry. He turned a couple times, looking for his glasses as best as he could whilst he squinted. Noticing them discarded to the side, Remus retrieved them for him, picking up then returning back to his previous spot in front of him.

“Looking for these?” he said, showing them to Logan.

“Oh, yes. Tha-” Logan reached out to take them back, but Remus lifted them higher and gently placed them back on his face.

Logan smiled at him softly. “Thank you.”

Remus looked down shyly for a moment, but when he looked back up, a devastated, broken expression was painted on the logical side’s face.

“Logan? What was all that about?” the Duke asked, his eyes filled with concern and sympathy. Logan’s eyes flickered up to him for a moment, before he sighed he sighed heavily and turned away.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know where it all came from. I should really learn to control myself better,” the logical side said firmly, as if he was castigating himself. Furrowing his eyebrows, Remus walked round and stood right back in front of him.

“Oh no, I think you’re controlling yourself enough,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, but his slightly angry facade faded when he saw how numb Logan seemed to be.

“You said ‘they don’t listen’,” Remus changed the subject. “Who’s ‘they’?”

“Anyone who doesn’t listen. Which is basically everyone,” Logan responded half-heartedly. “They just don’t understand! No one does!” he raised his voice, throwing his hands in the air.

“What do you mean?”

“No one knows what it feels like to be ignored so much. Sure, they aren’t listened to either from time to time but majority of the time, I’m just pushed aside. No matter what I do, I can never be heard! It’s like I’m… I’m-”

“Trapped in your own maze of your own thoughts with no hope of an escape,” Remus finished, turning to Logan with a sad smile. The logical side looked at him surprisingly, not expecting him to pinpoint precisely how it felt.

“Y-yes. That’s exactly what it’s like,” Logan said in an astonished, but calmer voice. “How did you know?”

“You think you’re the only one who never gets their voice heard?” Remus replied in a lighter tone, sitting down cross-legged and facing the lake. Logan followed him and sat next to him.

“I suppose I never considered-”

“No, no one ever does. But I don’t blame them. With a riotous, uncontrollable persona like mine, who would want to listen, am I right?” the Duke chuckled softly. “Most of the time, I don’t even know why I’m here.”

The air around them suddenly grew a little colder and as he hung his head, Logan stared at the grass gloomily. “I ask myself the exact same question day after day,” he muttered, not intending for Remus to hear. Nonetheless, he did anyway.

“What do you mean? You’re Thomas’ logic, if you ask me you’re needed the most.”

“Thank you, Remus. You seem to be the only one who thinks so.”

“Better one than none.” Logan smiled at Remus, genuinely thankful and glad that he was there with him. The Duke looked down shyly, and grinned to himself.

Sighing relievedly, Logan turned towards the lake, content and finally at peace, even if it was to be for a short while. Hearing him sigh and seeing him at ease again, Remus assumed that he wanted to be left alone now, so he got up to leave. But a firm grip to his wrist stopped him.

“Where are you going?” Logan asked, his head tilted slightly.

“I thought you wanted some time to yourself?” Remus replied, his voice hinted with sadness. Noticing it, Logan pulled him a little closer, comfort wrapped around his grip.

“Well, some company wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I don’t mind your’s.”

Remus grinned and returned to his place by Logan’s side. He then decided to take a wary step forward and hesitantly leaned his head on the logical side’s shoulder. When he didn’t reject, Remus fully relaxed and allowed himself to share this blissful moment with Logan.

For the first time in a long time in his life, he loved being him.

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Worthy ~ Prinxiety

Requested by: @pineapplethefish on Wattpad

TW: Crying, angst, hurt/comfort, insults

Word count: 2667

(Human AU)

{Masterpost}

It was warm and sunny, that day in the park where Roman and his best friend Virgil were hanging out. They were sitting together, side by side in the lush, emerald green grass, and simply talking about their general lives.

During one point in the conversation, Virgil bit his lip and fiddled with his hands; a lingering question occupied his mind.

“Hey Roman?” he started. Roman turned to look at him and hummed in response. “I need your help.”

“Help? For what?” Roman’s eyebrows furrowed in concern for a moment.

“There’s… There’s a guy I have a crush on and… I was wondering if you could help me… help me…” he struggled to find the right words, but luckily Roman was there to do it for him.

“Help you gallantly woo him, swoon for you and make him be your husband to be?” he finished, dramatically throwing his hands in the air and holding his heart. Rolling his eyes, Virgil hit him playfully.

“That was so ridiculously melodramatic but basically, yeah,” the emo laughed.

“Well then, that’s exactly what we’ll do,” Roman said. His eyes then widened excitedly as he gasped. “I’m your love expert!”

“Really? You’re referencing Frozen?” Virgil said, rolling his eyes again but also smirking amusingly. Roman simply shrugged.

“Did you really expect me not to?”

Over the next couple of weeks, Roman helped Virgil with anything in order to capture the heart of the boy he fell for. They left notes in his locker, flowers at his desk and letters scattered in places where only he could find them. Since Virgil wasn’t the absolute best at romancing and making his feelings appear more vivid through words, Roman assisted him with writing down what was on his mind and together, they came up with the most beautiful love letters.

During this time however, Roman hadn’t expected to fall for his best friend himself. Virgil was so attentive and observant of this boy that he was able to pick up his mannerisms, the way he talked, acted, it was clear to Roman that he was in love. But he never in his wildest dreams thought that he would end up helplessly in the same position. The way Virgil spoke so affectionately of his crush and how determined he was to make sure that he was receiving only the best gifts warmed Roman’s heart and it wasn’t long before he started to wish that he was the one that Virgil thought of so dearly.

With his feelings increasing more and more, day by day, Roman started to take more notice of his best friend’s physical features, as well his personality.. He didn’t know he hadn’t managed to fall for him sooner, what with the way his hair was always so perfectly placed, his skin was always so smooth, his lips were always slightly chapped but also appeared so soft and how his eyes always lit up brighter than a thousand stars in the sky when he smiled.

There was no denying that by the third month, Roman was hopelessly in love.

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Valentine’s day was just around the corner, and Virgil had finally mustered up enough courage to ask his crush out. He would reveal that it was in fact him who was leaving those gifts for him the whole time and that he wanted him to be his valentine.

“I’m gonna do it Ro. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to him,” Virgil said determinedly as he walked down the hallway with his friend. Roman’s heart clenched for a moment at the mention of ‘him’. He couldn’t help but get that twisted feeling of jealousy whenever Virgil talked about his crush. But he masked his envy with encouragement, all for the sake of his friend.

“Yes Virgil! I believe in you!” he said with a forced smile. As he opened his locker, Virgil leaned on the side, hugging the books he was holding to his chest.

“But what if he doesn’t like me,” Virgil muttered, making Roman turn to him. “What if he’s straight, or doesn’t like how I look or just doesn’t like me in general, maybe-”

“Virgil stop,” Roman interrupted, holding his friend firmly but gently by the arms. “He will like you.” Virgil appreciated the consolation, but he was still uncertain. He looked down.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Virgil listen to me,” Roman began, releasing his hands from Virgil’s arms and placing them on his shoulders.

“You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met. You have been my best friend since 6th grade and there’s no one more deserving of love than you. There are so many things he’ll love about you.”

Tilting his head, Virgil asked, “Like what?” Roman turned back round to his locker.

“Well, for starters,” he said as he closed the door and started walking down the hallway to his next class, Virgil following by his side. 

“You’re incredibly kind, attentive of other people, sweeter than sugar, funny, caring, considerate, you’re talent for art is second to none, you have the most angelic singing voice ever in the history of the entire world, your eyes are a gorgeous shade of mocha brown and everything about you is just flawless.”

As Roman listed all the compliments, Virgil stared at him, the whole time. With each word, his heart skipped a beat and his face got hotter by the second. If it hadn’t been for his concealer, his face would have been redder than a rose and his stomach flipped somersaults as his best friend described everything he liked about him.

When Roman finally looked at him, Virgil averted his eyes bashfully, unable to hide a shy smile. “T-thanks, Roman,” he said, gazing up at him momentarily through his purple-tipped fringe.

Though he covered it up well, Roman was screaming on the inside. 

‘God, why is he so cute?!’ he thought to himself, though he didn’t let any of it show and remained calm and composed on the outside.

“Of course, Virge.” Finally, they had arrived at the classroom and the two boys greeted each other goodbye, but not before Roman suddenly took his friend’s hand.

“Just to let you know, Virgil,” Roman said with a kind smile, as he gazed intently into his eyes. “Everything I said was all true.” Then, he walked into his lesson, leaving Virgil standing speechless.

Roman’s words were glued to Virgil all day. He couldn’t help but think over and over again whether what he had said was genuine or not and that he somehow had feelings for him. He constantly pondered about it: through his homework, during dinner, right up to before he went to bed. How Virgil had managed to sleep with it all whirling around in his head like a reckless whirlpool, he didn’t know, but morning couldn’t have come quicker and by the time he thought his mind was finally at peace, he was awake again.

However, as he walked to school, he started to brush them all off. ‘There’s no way he could like me. I’m not his type and he was probably just being a good friend. That’s just what friend’s do,’ Virgil thought to himself. ‘Besides, today I should be focusing on Cameron. He’s the boy I should only be thinking about today.’

“Hey Virge!” a voice called to him from his left. Virgil stopped and turned around to see Roman running up to him,  instantly smiling upon seeing him. “So? Today’s the day?” he asked. After that question, Virgil knew for certain that Roman definitely didn’t have any feelings for him. Why would he be encouraging him to go after someone else if he wanted him?

“Uh, yeah,” Virgil answered, his voice a little shaky from the nerves. “I’m going to talk to him at the end of the day.” Noticing his anxiousness, Roman placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, you’ll be fine,” he said with a reassuring smile, and Virgil returned it.

The end of the day soon came, and Virgil was ready. He found Cameron at the front of the school, possibly waiting for someone, but just before he was going to talk to him, he felt a firm hand hold his shoulder, pulling him back a bit.

Confused, Virgil turned around and was very surprised to see Roman behind him.

“Ro?”

“I- um. I- I just wanted to say…” As Roman struggled to find his words, Virgil stared at him, perplexed. “I just wanted to tell you that…” He took a deep breath.

“Whatever happens I better always stay your best friend,” he finally managed to say with a playful grin. Virgil smiled and hugged Roman tightly, startling him slightly at the sudden gesture.

“Thanks, Ro,” Virgil said, before running off to speak to his crush. Roman watched him go sadly, but smiled to himself, happy to see that Virgil finally found someone to love.

“Hey Cameron?” Cameron lowered his phone and looked at the boy opposite him skeptically.

“Can I help you?” he asked. Caught a little off-guard at his rude tone, Virgil cleared his throat and carried on.

“U-um, you know those gifts you kept receiving in these past months?”

“Yeah, why’d you do it?”

Virgil’s stomach instantly writhed into a knot; did he know it was him that was leaving them all and if so, how did he know? “W-what?” he stuttered, frozen in shock.

“Yeah I figured it was you soon enough. You know you’re not exactly the best at hiding stuff.” Virgil was stunned and hurt to know that he managed to work it out, but still kept leading him on. He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted.

“You’re such a dumbass, emo. Did you actually think I would ever like… you?” Cameron spat insults at him like he was throwing daggers. Cameron was normally so kind around other people; why was he being so bitter towards Virgil?

“You’re just so weird and quiet and a loner. You’re not my type and I deserve better.” With that last remark, he turned away and scoffed. Virgil stared numbly at the ground, an emotionless expression painted on his face until everything crashed down onto him and he broke down, running away, and not giving a care where his feet would take him. He just needed to get away, anywhere but there.

Rain started to pour down relentlessly, as if to match his mood he darted out of the school, tears plummeting down his cheeks as he furiously tried to wipe them away. He ran to the field where he and Roman usually spent time together, thinking that there wouldn’t be anyone there.

To his surprise, there his best friend was, sitting solemnly and gloomily, where they regularly sat, with his head in his hands, curled into a ball. Virgil had no time or care to think about it however, as he dashed away.

Hearing sniffling from a distance, Roman looked up, only to see Virgil running in the opposite direction.

“Virgil?” he called out, expecting him to stop, but when he didn’t, Roman stood up and started to chase after him.

“Virgil!” he called louder.

Eventually, Virgil ran behind a tree, falling back on it and sinking down as he buried his face in his hands, weeping uncontrollably. Finally, Roman was able to catch up but as he approached the tree, he heard Virgil’s muffled sobs coming from behind it. Hearing the sound of his cries and broken appearance shattered Roman’s heart as he came round the tree and as he knelt down to comfort Virgil, he realised that he was shaking.

“Virge?” he said quietly, not much louder than a whisper. “Virge, please. Talk to me.” Roman had a hunch that he knew why his best friend was so upset, but he didn’t want to assume, further causing Virgil more potential pain. “What happened?”

“What do you think?” Virgil answered, his tone hinted with anger but ultimately drowned in despair. Keeping his face buried in his arms, Virgil hid his face from Roman, not wanting him to see him in such distress and disarray - though it was already a little late for that.

Roman looked down in sympathy. In previous days, he would’ve felt just at least a sliver of joy because then he would be free to pursue his crush, however, now was obviously not the time and the sight of Virgil so upset shoved away any positive feelings or emotions he may have had beforehand.

Now, he had been assured that his initial thoughts were correct, but Roman couldn’t help but wonder if something worse had happened. It was only very rarely that Virgil broke down nowadays.

“What else happened Virgil? You wouldn’t be so distraught if he had only said no-”

“I’m not worth it!” he blurted out, making Roman freeze for a second. Virgil’s hands finally fell from his face, unveiling his disheveled hair, his trembling, chapped lips and bloodshot eyes, which betrayed him and exposed his ruined spirit to Roman.

“Not worth what?”

“Not worth anything! He called me weird, quiet, a loner, a dumbass, and that he deserved better and that he would never like me-”

“No!” Roman grabbed Virgil’s shoulders strongly, but gently and stared into his eyes, similar to how he did in the hallway by the lockers that afternoon, but with more determination and desperation this time.

“Virgil Black, you listen to me right now. You are not weird. You are not a loner and you are not a dumbass. It is you who deserves better than him and no, he will never like you, because you are too good for him. You are the most genuine and perfect person I have ever met. Do you know how many times you have brought the sun to shine in my heart on a gloomy day? Do you know how many times your smile has made my heart soar higher than the clouds? You are more extraordinary than you know and you mean and are worth everything… to me.”

At that last line, the clouds clapped, and thunder rang out across the stormy sky. Virgil raised his head and looked at Roman, with wide eyes. The rain continued to cascade down as the tears ceased and he gazed in the gorgeous, deep pools of chocolate brown marbles before him; Roman held his stare, never letting it once falter and smiled kindly at him.

Then, by some force of mysterious nature, both of their eyes flickered to their lips and the two boys were pulled together. As they leaned in closer, Roman gingerly cupped Virgil’s cheek, softly wiping away the few tear stains off his delicate, porcelain skin.

Just before their lips connected however, Roman stopped for a moment and looked Virgil in the eye, silently searching for his permission. When he nodded once, Roman wasted no time in reducing the space between them and captured the emo’s lips in a soft kiss.

The kiss was long and sweet and in that moment, everything felt right for once in the world. Butterflies danced in Roman’s stomach, as well as Virgil’s, as their lips moved together, fitting perfectly like pieces in a puzzle.

When they pulled away, they remained close and their eyes locked. After a couple of seconds, Virgil released a soft chuckle.

“What?” Roman asked with a smile; Virgil’s laughter always brought him pure joy.

“I just find it ridiculous, that it took me this long to fall in love with you.”

Roman grinned at his response, but before he pulled Virgil in for one more kiss, he took the emo’s hands into his own.

“Remember, Virgil,” he began, causing the boy opposite him to look up again. “You are wonderful, you are beautiful and you are worthy. If he wasn’t able to give everything that you deserve, then I promise that I will do all that and more.”

Virgil’s heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. “You stupid prince, always so dramatic,” he smirked.

After that final remark, Roman pulled him for one more delicate kiss.

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Me and her ~ Prinxiety

A/N:

This one shot was inspired by @madsteaparty's latest post. I heard it as I was scrolling through my fyp and instantly thought of these two. They just fit so well with it. His tiktok will be at the end of this post if you want to listen!

~ Bre

TW: Reference homophobia, angst

Word count: 936

(Human, High school AU)

{Masterpost}

Life wasn’t simple for Virgil. It never had been and it never will be. No matter how many times he had managed to just about pick himself up, always something had to drag him back down again. This time, it was Roman.

A thousand thoughts twisted through his mind as he fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thought about one person: Roman.

Roman was the typical popular guy in high school. He was the drama kid who got all the roles, as well as all the girls and the teachers and everyone loved him, and Virgil couldn’t blame them. He was awfully handsome, incredibly kind, respectful, the most angelic singer and… he had a girlfriend.

Virgil frowned sadly, sitting up and remembered the time he saw them, that Friday, together. His hand was around her waist, his smile was pure and seemed genuine and his eyes were full of… love.

Oh, how badly Virgil wanted Roman to look at him that way. There were many instances where he in fact did, or at least he thought so. Those stolen glances were enough to make his heart soar and he cherished whenever Roman even just looked his way… but that never happened anymore.

The golden days of his life, Virgil would cherish forever. Those were the days where they were most definitely in love, even though they were forced to hide it. If he was to be entirely honest, Virgil genuinely found it, in a way, fun to keep their love from the world. Times where they shared stolen kisses behind closed doors and held hands under the tables for at least a second were honestly the best moments of Virgil’s life.

What he wouldn’t give to experience those again.

“We can’t be together Virgil!” The fragment of the dreaded memory flashed through Virgil’s mind. He tried to block it out, but eventually gave up and just let it flow. “Can’t you see? It’s not right! The world will never accept us, we can’t carry on like this!”

“I don’t care Roman!” Virgil snapped, raging tears racing down his cheeks. “I don’t care what they think! I don’t care about anything or anyone else apart from you. They can laugh at me, they can beat me, they can be as homophobic as they want towards me! But I won’t care as long as I have you.” Virgil’s voice softened at the last sentence as he stared intently into Roman’s eyes, letting him know that he was deadly serious.

There was a moment of silence between them. Virgil stayed quiet as he allowed his words to sink in, and the longer he held Roman’s gaze, the more he began to see the impact of them all setting in.

Thinking they had finally started to calm down, Virgil raised a hand to hold Roman’s cheek, until it was swatted away harshly, and Roman started to walk out the locker room. Out of instinct, Virgil reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Roman… please,” he begged softly. He stared at him desperately and he dared to assume that Roman’s eyes also displayed the same pain but he wasn’t able to clarify it, since Roman yanked his hand out of Virgil’s grasp and turned away.

“Just stay away from me Virgil. It’s best for both of us,” he said, his voice breaking at the last word.

“I love you,” Virgil muttered for the final time, making Roman freeze. A glimmer of hope rose within Virgil, but it was quickly struck down.

“I did too.”

The next day, Virgil saw Roman again as he was sitting on the fields, drawing in his sketchbook. Before, these times would be spent together, Virgil teaching Roman how to draw by his request, or him helping Roman with his lines in the play.

Now, they were always apart. But Virgil still sketched Roman whenever he had the chance. He couldn’t help it; something inside him compelled Virgil to draw the young boy now distant from him and he always cried whenever he did. Virgil missed Roman so much, at least he had his drawings to remember him by.

Roman’s girlfriend then came and sat by him. Virgil’s heart burned with jealousy. That envy soon melted into despair, however and he couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. He closed his book and walked away from under the tree he was in, feeling hot tears starting to prick at his eyes. Virgil should be happy for Roman now that he found someone, but he just couldn’t help but desperately wish for her to be him.

As he ran away, Roman turned his head in the nick of time to see Virgil go. His heart lurched seeing Virgil with his hood up; he knew it wasn’t a good sign. Curiosity then sparked within him when he saw a page fall from a book he was holding.

Excusing himself from his girlfriend, Roman walked over to where Virgil sat before and picked up the paper. It was turned on a blank side, and he recognised it as a page from one of his sketchbooks. Hesitantly, he turned it over, to reveal a beautiful drawing of him sitting in the grass. It was greyscale, rather than the usual colour Virgil used to draw in before and when he looked up, he managed to just catch a glimpse of his signature purple-patched hoodie before Virgil walked around the corner.

Folding the paper, Roman put it into his pocket and masked his frown with a smile, returning back to the boring, black and white life he parents forced him into.

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@madsteaparty's tiktok ⬇️

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This is gorgeous I'm so honoured you made fanart for my fanfic 🥺

https://the-cheese-writes.tumblr.com/post/641923897671991296/flower-crowns-anxceit

This is some fanart based on THIS FANFIC^ 

I absolutely loved this writing piece, it was short and bittersweet and anxceit has SO MUCH ANGST POTENTIAL so I had to draw something for it!

@the-cheese-writes I think this is the writer’s user.

Anyway, THIS IS NOT JANUS’S BIRTHDAY THING! This is way too angsty to be his birthday thing. Snek’s birthday is TOMORROW, (wednesday) and I’m already working on something for that. Just thought I would post this while I can.

@thatsthat24 because I can lmao-

(technically at the end of the fic Janus was holding a daisy, but I thought a purple flower would better fit it, I hope that’s okay)