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Not Hair, but a Heart of Gold

Chapter 1: Love at First Steal

Summary: Roman lives a life freedom. He cares about no one other than himself, with an exception of one, sort of. He dances his way across the rooftops of the nearby cities and paints himself into the history books by stealing anything and everything he wants.

Roman’s content with that.

At least until he meets Patton. Patton with his bright blue eyes. Patton with his innocence and adorable giggle.

Patton who’s never left his father’s tower.

Word count: 5561

Pairings: Royality, Analogical, Platonic Logince, Platonic Moxiety

Tags: Language, Emotional Abuse (brief)

Notes:  Project number 2!! Of who knows how many! Chapter one of this glorious adventure and gaaaaah I am e x c i t e for this one gays!! I’ve wanted to do this one for a while and now we’re finally starting it aaaaaaaa -Soc

Yeesssss!! I'm super excited and hype!! It's been one of our favorite ideas and I'm so happy we get to explore it and share it with y'all! -Puma 

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Roman gripped the windowsill with both hands. The foothold he used took his weight easily, worn down by his repeated use of it. Perhaps it was time to switch up which rooftop they met on, but really Roman had grown attached to this one. It had pizzazz. The whole city was visible, from the towering mansion at one end, to the capitol building and the mayor’s house at the other.

Roman let go with one hand, swinging out to look down at the glittering lights below him. He trusted his harness to catch him if anything went wrong. The view was to die for anyways. He tilted his head back. The evening wind ruffled his bangs.

Each building was a star all on its own. One that Roman was free to plunder as he chose. A grin stretched across his face. Suspended above the world always left him feeling like a king, a prince, a god. Endless freedom stretched out below him, and adventure was a simple kick of his leg away. If it weren’t for his… “standing appointment,” for the night Roman would be flying.

He rolled his eyes at the reminder of the detective probably already waiting for him above.

He reached up once more, hauling himself up even further. Roman pressed a button on his rope harness and with a click, he rushed past the last ten floors to the rooftop. Logan’s glasses glinted like sapphires and he would know! He stole more than enough of them in his line of work. Roman hauled himself over the edge and back onto solid ground.

Roman didn’t click himself out of the harness just yet. He preferred to take the quick exit down if he needed to. Logan leaned over the railing, his dark trench coat fluttering in the cold wind as he appreciated the view. Roman leaned back against the railing next to Logan.

“Hey there, old friend,” Roman drawled as his archenemy adjusted his glasses, “Come on, don’t sulk. I won fair and square.”

“You won nothing,” Logan replied. Roman smirked, careful to not let his eyes drop to the gun surely hanging at Logan’s waist. “You stole plenty.”

“But you got another commendation for catching that drug ring,” Roman all but purred. He was the cat that got the cream after all. Or more accurately the cat that got several thousands worth in illegal jewelry and smuggled art, but who was counting? “I told you that shop had been a front.”

“You also used the raid as cover in order to steal everything!”

“I left you the drugs! And the evidence! Plus you have no proof it was me!” Roman protested. He perched on the railing as Logan glared at him. A reminder that all Roman had to do was lean back to disappear back into the night. That, and because the precarious feeling of almost falling left a pleasant swoop in Roman’s stomach.

Logan sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. Roman grinned. Maybe he’d pick a better target next time. Someone more visible.

“Admit it, Sherlock,” Roman teased, “You’d be bored without me.”

“I’d have an easier job without you,” Logan shot back dryly. “You raise the crime statistic in every city that you go to, impossibly, more than a few points. It’s almost like chaos and crime follow you, Moriarty.”

Roman preened.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Roman laughed. He threw his head back, the sound echoing across the rooftops. “Not that it matters, any crime that I might or might not bring along gets squashed by you. Just a bunch of little bugs that go squish. Around and around we go, when we’ll stop nobody knows!”

He threw his hands in the air. He tilted back for a precarious moment, dangling between falling back and stay where he was. His grin grew as he watched Logan’s hands twitch towards him before Logan shoved them in his pockets. And Logan claimed he didn’t care.

“We’ll stop once you’re behind bars,” Logan said simply. A confidence in his ability that sent shivers down Roman’s spine. “You can’t keep this up, and when you slip up I’ll be there. No one can run from justice forever. Not someone who can’t help but hurt others like you.”

“Bah!” Roman stuck his tongue out at Logan, “The people you claim I steal from aren’t in need of the reportedly stolen items. I mean, who needs that many jewels just sitting in a bank? No one that’s who.”

“And the people who work at the banks?” Logan raised an eyebrow, and Roman waved him off.

“Anyone working at a bank must be evil. I mean it’s a bank Dear Stalker, a bank! No one except the most shriveled of souls would work for a bank!”

“Now that’s a generalization,” Logan said. His eyes drifted down towards one of the buildings below them, and not for the first time Roman considered asking Logan to join him. To have someone else join him on the roofs and alleyways. Logan’s bright eyes looking over blueprints and a voice other than the music he put on filling the room.

“I’d hate to know what you think about the police,” Logan remarked, reaching up to adjust his glasses. Roman nudged him with his foot, ignoring the nasty look Logan sent to him in return.

“What I think,” Roman said grandly, “is that somewhere in the world there has to be an exception for everything, and if anyone had to be a good man and a good detective then you pull the look off rather well.”

Logan shifted uncomfortably, eyes cutting away from him. Roman frowned. He nudged Logan with his foot again. Logan shoved gently at it.

Roman turned around to face the city skyline. He knew the twinkle of the lights far below was the closest Logan would ever get to stargazing out here. Light pollution, bleh. The wind whistled in the silence between them. Roman glanced at Logan, his soft frown lit up by the golden lights below.

That little crease of worry between his eyebrows made Roman’s skin itchy. He needed to take Logan’s mind off whatever he was thinking. It was a travesty if Logan wasn’t worried about Roman for even a second!

Roman looked over the city again and smirked as his eyes drew to the mansion on the west side. Well, well, nothing screams like “steal me!” like a good ol’ fashioned mansion. Art, jewelry, and most likely some blood money involved.

And a new case for Logan to chase him on. Perfect! Roman shoved Logan’s shoulder for attention until the detective turned to glare at him. Whatever! He could brood on his own time, not Roman’s.

“So, what’s that lovely mansion over there?” Roman said as he thumbed over to it, “I don’t know this city as well you do, Mr. Wikipedia.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “Learning about a city’s history and political atmosphere is exactly why I’m the best detective in the tri-state area. And you need to crack open a book or two instead of stealing them.”

“Tri-state area? Who even says that?” Roman ribbed, smirking at Logan’s red blush of embarrassment, “Plus, you haven’t answered my question. Tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“That.” Logan pointed with a growl, “is Mr. Janius’ mansion. And you can see the infamous tower right next to it.”

“Tower of what?”

“It mainly holds art, artifacts, and it’s also a tourist location because it operates as a museum during the week.” Logan tapped his chin as his look became distant, “I would like to visit it myself but the ticket prices are abysmal. I get paid well but not that well.”

Roman hummed, “Art, you say?”

Logan froze, “No. You cannot be considering to steal from Mr. Janius of all people. The man isn’t like your usual drug dealer, I’m afraid.”

“He’s a man like you said yourself!” Roman leaned in, his breaths puffing in the biting air, “A few smokescreens and some good music, then bam! Moriarty strikes again.” Then quieter as Roman looked away, “And here I thought I’m just as talented as you are, dare I say, best in the tri-state area?’

Logan didn’t laugh or even do that little smirk, instead, the crease between his eyebrows folded deeper, “Don’t do it, you fool. I prefer to be the one to put you behind bars instead of six feet of dirt.”

“Ha!” Roman barked, his amusement trailing off as Logan stared steadily at him. He ignored the unease that skittered down his spine. “Oh come on, Nick Cause-Me-Fury, this is just another tactic to scare me off. You of all people should know by now that something as simple as fear won’t hold me back.”

“Roman!” Logan shouted. Roman startled, and then sucked in a breath as he overbalanced. Damn, he hadn’t wanted end tonight’s conversation quite yet. He reached for his harness, bracing for the drop when a hand clamped around his arm. Roman squawked as he toppled backward instead of forwards.

He threw his hands back, twisting out of Logan’s hold. His palms hit the pavement and he flipped backward. His feet landed with a jarring thump, lacking his usual grace as his heart pounded. He crouched, eyes locked onto Logan.

Logan took a step forward. Roman took a step back.

“You imbecile,” Logan hissed.

“Well that’s just rude,” Roman shot back, “You know that I am perfectly capable of handling a fall like that-”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it!” Logan took another step forward, and this time Roman stayed where he was. Logan gripped his arm and shook it, something wild in his eyes, “Roman you have to promise me. Whatever you do, whoever you decide from steal from. It cannot be Mr. Janius.”

Roman reached out. He wrapped his fingers around Logan’s trembling ones and pulled the other man close. Roman stood on his toes so he could hook his chin over Logan’s shoulder as Logan buried his face in his neck. He dug his fingers into Logan’s back, entertaining the thought of climbing up Logan’s body to try and wring a smile out of the other man.

Logan’s breath hitched, and Roman changed his mind. Logan held him tighter than the harness around his body could ever do. Roman’s smirk disappeared and instead buried his face into Logan’s shoulder.

“I promise I’ll be careful,” Roman said softly. He didn’t promise not to, something he was sure Logan would pick up on once he had calmed down. For now, this had to be enough. Logan was a friend, but he wasn’t the one that Roman would settle down for. Roman didn’t know if he’d ever meet someone who would make him want to stop.

Roman pecked a kiss on Logan’s cheek as he pulled away. Logan groaned and wiped it away with as much drama as possible. Roman smirked as he sauntered back to the railing and clicked himself back onto the rope.

“See you next time, Detective Crofters,” Roman winked as he stood on the other side of the railing, “Don’t worry about little ol’ me.”

“Roman--”

He fell before he could hear the rest of Logan’s lecture. Down, down, the wind howled as he dived past floors and offices. His laughter swept up in the wind as he freefell from the skyscraper. The building had nearly a hundred floors and yet it wasn’t the tallest one around. Then an audible click broke his peace.

Roman slowed to a stop as the ground approached to meet him. He dangled in his harness next to an innocuous window left open. Some office of a pencil pusher on the tenth floor. Roman swung towards the opening and landed inside. He clicked himself out of the harness and then tugged firmly down on the rope.

A few moments later, the rope went lax and fell with a graceful thump against the building. Roman didn’t worry about anyone witnessing his little escapade since no one was awake at three in the morning. He needed to be out and gone in under five minutes. The exact time it would take Logan to walk to the elevator and get back to the lobby. And his hunt would begin again.

Roman wouldn’t let himself be caught so easily! He made quick work of shoving the rope into his bag. He threw on a giant green coat to cover his clothes and harness and shoved on a hat. He walked out of the office, the security cameras set to be wiped in two minutes, and opened the stairwell instead of the elevators next to it.

He ran down the stairs until he arrived at the lobby. The elevators here were marbled and shone despite the dreariness of the first ten floors reserved for the plebians. Roman went through the security with a stolen pass card and a wave at ‘Steve’. Oh, how easily everyone trusted strangers the minute they said their name.

Roman smirked as he heard the elevator ding far behind him just as he walked through the large double doors. Logan, Logan, always too late. He heard a shout and then bolted.  He bit back cackles as he dove around the corner, leaving Logan behind.

Always, always leaving everything behind.

Roman grinned to himself and he ducked towards where the crowds would be at this time of night and hummed to himself. A fun, successful meeting with Logan and a moment where he felt like he could fly. His grin widened.

And a whole new heist to plan.

Ok, so Logan wasn’t entirely wrong, Roman would admit as he stared down at the mansion below him. The security measures were absolutely insane. Roman took out his phone to glance at the blueprints one last time. Lasers, fingerprints, pressure plates, the works. Roman ran a hand through his hair as he ran through his heist plan again.

“It’ll work,” Roman muttered to himself, “Six weeks of planning can’t go down the drain so quickly. You’re the best thief ever, so act like it!”

Roman put the phone back in his supply bag. Even the minute radioactivity from his phone would set off an alarm. Whoever Mr. Janius was, he was one paranoid cockroach of a man. Roman adjusted his black beanie and pulled on his leather gloves. Sometimes he wished he wore more colorful heist clothing but then he wouldn’t be the best thief out there.

The thing was- despite the fact that Mr. Janius had security that looked almost like he was trying to keep someone in as much as others out- there was one hole in the whole mess. According to the blueprints that Roman had managed to acquire, the room at the very top of the tower was kept empty.

Strange, for someone so prepared, but if he was going to give Roman a way to waltz right in, Roman wasn’t going to complain.

Roman adjusted his beanie one last time and narrowed his eyes at the mansion. The roof of the building he stood on lined up with the tower even if it only reached a fraction of the height. Which meant that he could reach into his bag and use the grappling hook that he had brought and line it up at the tower.

The moonlight shone overhead, giving off just enough light that Roman could eyeball where he needed to aim for. The pressure plates and motion detectors only ran up so far Roman had found. At least that’s what he suspected, from his weeks of casing the joint.

Logan had also been right about how ridiculous those ticket prices were.

If he aimed high enough he could set up a zip line between his current position and the tower.

The power behind the shot and the length of the rope were longer than normal, but considering that Mr. Janius was apparently paranoid enough to have a certain distance between his mansion and the rest of the city, it was needed. The light of the mansion shadowed the side of the tower that he stared at. The wind blew through his hair and Roman corrected his aim to account for it.

The crossbow in his hand clicked as he fired. The hook whistled, and Roman took a moment to appreciate the time and money he had spent to find a rope that would blend into the night sky. He stayed as still as possible so that he wouldn’t throw off the flight of the grappling hook.

The hook and his grin clicked into place. He tugged on the rope, checking to make sure that it was truly secure. His heart raced as he planted his feet. His gloves slide across the rope, and Roman couldn’t help the wildness that slipped into his expression.

He lived for moments like these.

The adrenaline raced through his veins. The high of breaking the law; the absolute freedom in doing whatever the hell he wanted. The ability to overcome any challenge that stood in his way. There wasn’t anything Roman would choose over it. Not even the friendship Logan offered would stop him. There was just no way it could stand up to the feeling of flight and adventure of Roman’s lifestyle.

He let his crossbow drop and anchored his end of the rope to the rooftop. His hands were steady as he reached for the pulleys he needed to attach. Roman clicked them on and pulled on them. He’d rather not fall from a measly eighteen-floor height when he’d scaled far higher skyscrapers than that. Roman smirked as he craned to look upwards.

Getting the blueprints? A few dates with one of Mr. Janius’ employees (wonderful guy in bed!), some death threats, and some delicious photographs to keep as souvenirs. Or to release to the press, he didn’t mind either way, although it would be a shame that people wouldn’t see his face. The camera loved him!

Roman clicked himself to the rope attached to the pulley and held the handlebars until his gloves creaked with the strain. Now, the building he stood on top of? Nigh impossible! Employees around the clock and security cameras off the top of the line. He had to call in a few favors to break into it. Fortunately, this building had art pieces of its own and his good friends (read: hackers) believed it was the very thing he chased after. Even if he wasn’t entirely happy about forking over a significant amount of his money for it.

At least Logan didn’t charge him anything! A better friend than they could ever be. Roman took in a breath as his finger hovered on the button to take him up. Nerves twisted and flopped in his stomach. Oh, Logan would kill him if he knew about this.

Roman didn’t realize how hard it was to plan a second heist to throw Logan off his trail. Some building downtown with enough jewelry to choke a dragon. A few ‘forgotten’ blueprints were more than enough to send the detective on the case. One thing Logan had gotten right, the heist was tonight, but he didn’t know where.

Once Logan got his fair share of breaking a sex trafficking ring in the building’s basement, and with no stolen jewelry. The jig would be up. Roman swallowed, he could just say he was sick? And skipped out on his own heist? Roman shook his head, he couldn’t worry about Logan now, not when he could taste victory so close.

Roman muttered a brief prayer and turned the pulley on. The pulley whirled, a quiet hum in the dead of night, and the wind whistled through Roman’s hair. He slid smoothly up the line, flying over the well-kept grounds. Roman dangled from his harness as it came to a stop inches from the tower. Only a few floors from the balcony above. The only flaw in the tower’s grand design.

Roman grinned, “If you could only see me now, brainiac.”

He reached out, planting his hands on the brick walls. Light from a window shone from his left. He couldn’t quite make out the best places for handholds on his climb but he wasn’t known as the best for nothing. His feet scrambled against the wall before he managed to wedge them into a hole.

He let out a careful breath and reached for his harness. He wouldn’t unclip himself all the way, not when there was a slim chance he could fall, but he would let out the slack on the line. He froze at the high whine that pierced the silence.

The golden glow of the window flashed into a harsh red. Roman flinched, his heart jumping to his throat. An alarm? Which one had he set off?! He shook himself. That didn’t matter now. He needed to get out of there.

He leaned back to kick off the wall but paused as he caught sight of the balcony above him.

It would be smartest to cut his losses now. Security was a bitch and Logan would tear him apart to shreds for this attempt. He wouldn’t get another one. His hand hovered over the pulley, and in a swift decisive move, he unclipped his harness. He clawed at his chest to take it off and tried not to think about the way his body swung over the drop. The fingers of his hand still clinging to the wall ached from the pull of his weight.

Roman sucked in a deep breath and threw his whole back into the force of his swing. The alarm echoed through his ears as glass shattered and his harness went flying through the window. He cursed the loss of his gear, but he was so close. His gloves would keep from fingerprints being found on them, and it wasn’t like anyone other than Logan would identify it as his on sight.

Homemade gear made him so much harder to track after all.

He used the momentum of his swing to reach for the next weak point in the wall. He breathed heavily as he climbed, moving as fast as he dared. His feet scraped against the wall as he struggled to find places to put them, simply pressing them against the brick to propel himself up higher half the time.

Shouts drifted from the window he had broken, and Roman couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face. Let them try and catch him now! They’d think he was on that floor and Roman would be free to reach his blind spot.

His hand clamped around the balcony railing, and he swung himself upwards. He flipped over the edge and took a moment to simply breathe. The solid ground against his feet was a relief he’d never voice aloud. His eyes scanned the area for dangers, a crease growing between them as he caught sight of a set of paints simply laying out.

Roman suck in a sharp breath at the curtains on the glass covered door and cursed.

Had he gotten the room wrong? Impossible, the blueprints he had stolen were dated for only a few months ago. There was no way they had time to renovate to this extent.

Roman inched forward, stepping over the half-finished canvas on the ground. A studio of some sort then. A guest room? Roman slid the glass door open. He pulled back the curtains. His breath caught as his eyes met the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen.

Roman fell in love instantly.

Oh, such gorgeous freckles! Soft brown curls framing his rapidly paling face. Roman took another step inside. It appeared to be the man’s bedroom with the bed in one corner and a closet on the other. He looked around and whistled. He’s never seen a bedroom look straight out of a fancy magazine before. Damn.

Roman winced as he heard the distant alarms from far below. Well, enough of that! He turned around to click the glass doors shut. The sound cut off. Thank god, he hated that shrill pitch that made him want to claw his own ears off. Roman took a breath and put his best charming and dazzling smile. Time to impress the love of his life!

Roman turned around and yelped at the man standing right next to him.

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” Roman smirked as the man reddened, “I came in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know!”

The man blinked.

“You know, like from Heathers?” Roman said, then sighed at the blank expression, “Never mind that! I simply have to know your name! Please?” The man fidgeted but didn’t stop his wide-eyed stare at Roman, “Oh, how rude of me, my name is Roman! There, now you know.”

“...Patton,” Patton whispered.

Roman’s eyes sparkled at Patton’s adorably low voice, “My god, Patton, you’re the most handsome man I ever met! Although I wished we met in better circumstances.”

“You came in through my window,” Patton said, his voice wobbled with fear, “Ho-how did you get here?”

Roman winced, “Yeah about that. I admit it’s not the most romantic of meetings, or maybe it is? No, wait it’s romantic later on in a relationship. My apologies.”

He swept into a dramatic bow, trying to resist the urge to pull his beanie off for effect. He glanced up at Patton and blinked. The surprise on Patton’s face felt off, and Roman racked his brain for what could have caused it now. He straightened from the bow and shifted awkwardly.

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Perhaps I should come back later? What time works best for you? Please don’t say neve-”

Roman’s mouth slammed shut at the sound of footsteps approaching the room.

“Fuck,” he cursed, spinning on his heel back towards the balcony. If he hurried, he could still make it in time to climb somewhere he wouldn’t be caught. If he got caught he couldn’t be able to visit Patton again! His heart stopped as a hand clamped around his wrist and dragged him in a different direction.

“What the hell?” he yelped as Patton shoved him towards the closet.

Roman blinked as found himself surrounded by some of the nicest clothes he had ever seen. Silk brushed against his arms as Patton’s lips pursed. Patton lifted a hand to his lips, and Roman bit back a squeal at how adorable the sight was.

“Stay quiet!” Patton whispered forcefully. “Stay here and-”

He cut off and slammed the door shut, leaving Roman to flinch back from the sudden darkness. He held his breath as Patton’s footsteps retreated, mixing with the creak of the door opening. His heart pounded in his ears. He shifted forward, wincing as two of the hangers around him clinked together.

“Father!” Patton cried out, and Roman’s eyes widened.

“My dear Patton,” an oily voice replied, wait that couldn’t be-- “Someone tried to get into my tower. Have you seen anyone?’

Roman researched Mr. Janius, as par the course when planning heists, and he had listened to the many interviews of the man. Knew his voice, his face, it had to be him! Oh fuck, if Patton gave him up, he was so dead. Logan wouldn’t even be able to identify his remains. Something rustled as Mr. Janius stalked around the room.

“No, Father.” Patton said.

Roman didn’t dare to breathe. He froze as a shadow darkened the thin line of light between the closet doors. The handle rattled as Roman wrote up his own eulogy. One of his few regrets would have to be that he didn’t take Patton out on a date. Even if his father had more cruelty in a pinky than the whole of the top ten in the FBI’s most wanted list.

“Will you be staying even if you don’t find them?” Patton blurted out, and the rattling of the handle paused. Silence hung for a heartbeat. Roman couldn’t breathe. “You haven’t visited in so long and I-”

“Patton,” Mr. Janius cut him off. “Do I look like I have time for that? You may not be smart but I would have hoped that you know now of all times is not for silly questions. This thief could be after you, or our artworks.”

Roman inched closer to the closet doors, wanting to be ready to run if Mr. Janius did throw them open. He’d only have one shot. He peered through the crack in the door. He caught a quick glimpse of Patton fiddling with the cardigan around his shoulders before Mr. Janius’ back blocked his view.

“...you’re right of course Father,” Patton murmured, “I’m sorry. I just-”

Patton fell silent once more. Janius took a step forward and Roman breathed as the man left the closet behind. He had a chance now. Logan wouldn’t have to be mailed his will. Yes!

“You just thought you knew better than me,” Mr. Janius said softly. He sighed. “You know better than that Patton. All I want is to keep you safe.” Roman peeked through the crack again to see Mr. Janius rub Patton’s cheek tenderly with a thumb, “Is that so awful?”

Patton’s eyes flickered away, “No, Father. I’ll see you on Friday, then?”

Mr. Janius ruffled Patton’s hair, “Of course, love.”

Mr. Janius left with nothing more than a loud click. He locked the door behind him. Roman shuddered out a breath as he sat in the closet. He didn’t want to know what sort of wrath he’d evoke from a papa bear like Mr. Janius if he knew what sort of thoughts he had about Patton already. The closet doors swung open and his breath died, such beauty stupefied him. Roman couldn’t help it!

“Wow…” Roman breathed, “You’re positively sublime, do you have me bewitched or something? Cause I’m under your spell. Or I could be under you?”

“What?” Patton said, tilting his head, then shook away his confusion, “Father left, but I don’t know when he’ll be back. You have to leave as soon as you can.”

Roman’s heart shattered to the floor as he realized Patton was simply too innocent to catch his insinuations, “Thank you, no really, I do appreciate it.”

Roman stepped out of the closet and stretched until his bones popped. Patton’s eyes flickered between the door and him. Roman felt like a teenager again, sneaking into some strange boy’s room, and avoiding the parents’ in the process. He bent down and picked up Patton’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

“If there’s anything I can show my gratitude..” Roman whispered as he looked up at Patton’s solid red blush, “I’d be more than welcome to do it.”

“A-ah, well, I guess,” Patton stuttered as Roman winked, “I do get pretty lonely. Maybe you can come visit me?”

Roman stood up with a smirk, “Of course, it would be my greatest pleasure. When may I expect to see you again?”

Patton twined his fingers through Roman’s as he looked up with a shy smile, “How about same time next week?”

“I’d be honored.” Roman agreed with a giddy grin. He hadn’t stolen any art, but perhaps, he had been given the chance to steal something worth even more than that. He squeezed Patton’s hand gently before disentangling himself. He let his fingers drag across Patton’s palm. “Next week then, dearest Patton.”

He paused at the door. Wait. Roman felt his face flush in embarrassment. He had no idea of how he was going to get down. He hesitated, not wanting to ruin his perfect exit. He wanted to win Patton over after all! Roman opened the glass doors with a flourish and gently stepped across the balcony to lean over the edge. He couldn’t jump down.

Not unless he wanted to die.

And he rather had taken Patton on a date before dying. Then he lived his life to the fullest. Other heists be damned. Roman calculated the distance down, if he only got closer, then he would have lesser chances of dying.

He could climb down but he didn’t know if he could do it again. His fingers still stung from the strain on the way up. And he rather not overstay his welcome like some uncivilized guest.

“Do...do you need help?” Patton asked as Roman whirled around, “I don’t know how you got here, but I can try?”

Roman’s chest warmed with fuzzy feelings, “I hate to ask anything of you, but I may need your bedsheets. Unfortunately not to sleep on them.”

Patton scrunched his cute high brow nose from the doorway, “Then what for?”

Roman held his breath as he swung from the end of the bedsheets. He didn’t know how long they would hold but they brought him close enough that he could jump for the remains of his zip-line. He closed his eyes and pictured Patton’s bright eyes, his adorable cheeks, the softness of his palms.

It would only be a week until Roman was him again, but what a painful week it would be.

Love felt just like holding a stolen jewel in his hands.

Roman opened his eyes again. He needed to get ready. Patton deserved only the best and Roman would need all the time he could get to prepare for that. He took a deep breath-

and jumped.

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A Story of Death Chapter 3- How to Duel a Demon (Verbally)

Word count: 6782

Pairings: Slow burn LAMP, Moxiety, Logicality, Logince, Royality

Tags: Cursing, mentions of STDs, slight nsfw

Notes: GUESS WHO’S BACK?! That’s right it’s us! :p It’s been way too long but we’re finally getting back into the swing of things! The whole crew finally comes together and look! Something that maybe a plot in the distance!

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Logan’s hands itched under the table as he watched Phanuel approach, reminding himself that claws were not appropriate in this setting. He would have loved to savor the grin on Phanuel’s face, if not for the parasite tagging along behind him.

Their near-matching outfits made him want to tear something off them. Preferably Phanuel—just so he could claim him as his own once more—but he wouldn’t be picky about tearing apart the uppity human that thought he could mingle with Celestials.

He glared at the human, victory snaking down Logan’s spine as he shivered. Good. He should be aware of what he was messing with and just what danger he was in.

Logan fought the urge to lick his lips. He did rather enjoy a chase, and one like this where there was a reward at the end of it might make the entire wait worth it. Phanuel was worth it.

The human glared back at him and Logan grinned, sharp and dangerous.  

“Logan!” Phanuel greeted, waving wildly. “You came!”

Logan’s grinned smoothed out to something softer. He wanted to reach out and place a kiss along each of Phanuel’s fingers, to shower his angel in the love that he hadn’t been able to give over the last indeterminable millennia.

“Of course I did,” Logan said smoothly. “You asked me to, Phanny.”

Phanuel’s giggle sounded just like he remembered. “I go by Patton now.” He pulled the human forward, his hand wrapped around the vermin’s arm in an intimate gesture that Logan narrowed his eyes at, “And I want you to meet my fiance! His name is Virgil. He’s as sweet as cherry pie!”

Patton bounced in place with a high pitched noise of glee as Virgil hunched under Logan’s piercing stare. Virgil ran a hand through his hair as Patton watched the motion with a fond smile. Logan wanted to hiss at the sheer amount of excitement, no matter how adorable it was, that this Virgil brought out of his ex-mate. He watched as Patton’s hand drifted down from Virgil’s arm to his hand, running a soft thumb over the back of the human’s knuckles in soothing circles.

Logan felt his mood sour as he turned to face the twitching cockroach that held Patton’s hand. His eyes narrowed at the matching engagement rings that clinked against each other. Logan’s skin itched over his bones and he resisted the urge to peel it off. It would upset Patton to get blood on his linoleum floors.

Logan looked back up at Patton just in time to catch that wonderful smile fading.

Ah, he hasn’t said anything yet, has he? How rude. Logan swallowed past the bile that sat at the back of his throat and stared at ‘Virgil’.

“Greetings. My name is Logan.”

Virgil remained frozen at Patton’s side. His mouth croaked, but no sound came out. Irritation pressed at the dips of Logan’s temple. Was he slow? Why did Patton let himself be engaged to a man too scared to live in his own skin? The fates of sniveling cowards often were quiet in their obscurity. Logan’s fingers twitched as they remembered all the screams they have muffled in some dark corner.

Roman leaned across the table and thrusted a hand out to Virgil. “Hello! You may call me Roman!” He winked, adding, “Or The Wonderful and Amazing Roman works, too.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but stilled as he heard two huffs of laughter instead of one. His head shot up to catch Patton giggling and Virgil shaking Roman’s hand with the barest hints of a smile. A flash of envy left a searing mark on his heart at how easy Roman charmed Patton. The two of them sat down across from them in their booth. Logan glared at Virgil and wished desperately that Patton sat there instead.

Virgil ran a hand over his mouth, Logan tracked the motion with all the intensity of a predator preparing to pounce, if only he could. He wondered, idly, if Patton would ever forgive him should something happen to this Virgil. Surely he knew how fragile and short human lives were, and if one were to be cut a little shorter, well. It wasn’t too much of a tragedy.

Logan’s eyes narrowed as Virgil meet his eyes squarely. The human’s mouth twitched into a smirk before he, very deliberately, turned away from Logan. Logan felt the anger at being dismissed beat against his chest, hands curling into fists.

“So, the Rather Stupid and Arrogant Roman,” Virgil said, and Logan almost missed the offended noise that slipped from Roman’s mouth while he plotted the human’s murder. Virgil’s smirk grew as he leaned forward, resting one of his arms against the table. “What brings you to our hipster abode during this horrible time of day?”

“I don’t like you,” Roman hissed. “What, I’m not allowed to visit places like this? I didn’t see any sign saying that you discriminated.”

“Oh, we’re not the ones who discriminate, Mr. Quarterback,” Virgil shot back and Logan’s eyes snapped from him to Patton as a whine slipped from Patton’s mouth. Logan���s hands twitched in an aborted lunge. No one, no one, got to upset Patton.

“Virge,” Patton scolded, poking at Virgil’s arm. Logan traced the action with burning eyes. He could remember a time when Patton touched him just as casually, and he ached for it to return. He wanted to reach out and touch like he had so long ago.

Patton curled up into his side as he continued, “You can’t talk to a customer like that!”

“What are you going to do? Fire me?” Virgil grinned as Patton poked him again. Logan bit back a snarl as Virgil nudged Patton with his shoulder, sending Patton into another fit of giggles. Something under his hands ripped, and Logan found petty satisfaction when he realized that he had damaged one of their tablecloths. He wanted to tear apart every reminder of their happy, stupid life together.

“Maybe I will,” Patton teased. Logan gritted his teeth at the flirting tone that Patton took on. Virgil opened his mouth to flirt right back and Logan couldn’t take it anymore.

“Patton,” he cut in and hated how they both jumped at the word. The idea that they could get so wrapped up in each other, while he sat right next to them, grated against his bones. He wanted to thrash and shout and whisk Patton away. Sweep him off his feet and take him away from all earthly desires. And be together again, at last.

“Virgil,” Logan added as he adjusted his glasses, and resisted the urge to whip them off and let this human see his real form. That would certainly solve his problem and make him feel better. Patton would know he was involved for certain though.

“I find myself curious. When was the last time you talked to your doctor? Seeing as I’m fairly certain that someone like you has–” Logan wrinkled his nose, looking Virgil up and down– “caught something while bumping uglies with other worms. Your kind is quite frivolous. I would hate for Patton to… contract something.”

Virgil gaped at him, mouth opening and closing several times while Logan smirked at him. Roman turned slowly to look at Logan and whispered ‘what the fuck?’ not quite low enough to escape Logan’s supernatural hearing.

Patton’s face paled of all color and instead of moving away from Virgil, he held Virgil even closer until they almost shared the same seat. Logan’s eyes widened as something welled up in the atmosphere that tasted like ozone and lightning. Patton’s eyes gleamed from behind his glasses, but Logan refused to back down. He leaned forward as if to imply ‘Really? You’re going to kill me?’ and raised an eyebrow.

He turned his gaze to Virgil, still pulling together no doubt a snarky answer.

“Well? Answer me.”

Virgil croaked, “I...w-what, no I haven’t– no wait I meant–”

“It’s a divine miracle,” Logan said with false cheer. “I’m surprised a human like you can speak around that giant angelic dick in your mouth.”

“Excuse me?” Virgil said faintly. Logan twitched as Patton laid a hand on his arm, leaning forward to address Logan, something dark gleaming behind his glasses. Logan braced himself, running through the words Patton had used the last time they had fought. He knew the paths that Patton would take and he would be prepared for them.

Virgil’s hand came up to rest on Patton’s and Logan blinked as the human’s face darkened as well. Virgil’s lips peeled back into something that could, if one stretched the definition, be considered a smile.

“Maybe,” Virgil said with a growing smirk. “At least I get to have it in my mouth.” He leaned forward and flicked Logan’s forehead. “Tell me, Logan, just how thirsty are you?”

“Oh my gods,” Roman whispered in horrified awe from the side. Logan shoved him and his horrified tone out of his mind, baring his teeth right back at Virgil. Patton looked wildly between the two of them. Logan considered whether to jump across the table to throttle Virgil’s throat and wipe that dirty grin off his face.

Virgil reached up without looking away from Logan, his fingertips stroking Patton’s cheek in an intimate gesture that had Logan growling. Virgil rolled his eyes and turned to face Patton, pausing for a single moment as he stared at Patton. Logan fantasized about tearing Virgil’s spine out through his neck. His fingers dug into the table as the two leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

The wood creaked under his grip as Virgil tilted Patton’s head to get better access, the sound of tongues sliding together mocking his more advanced hearing. His nails dragged against the table as Patton’s eyes fluttered even while shut and he had to bit his tongue to keep from shouting that he was the only one allowed to make Patton look like that. He hissed as Virgil’s mouth dropped from Patton’s to nip at Patton’s jaw. Patton made a sinful little squeak as Virgil licked at his throat.

“Why don’t you go a little lower?” Logan said, his tone acidic. “Give the rest of the world even more of a show like the little slut you are.”  

“I would pay to see that show,” Roman whispered, before the sound of his hand slapping over his mouth echoed in the silence. It was enough of a distraction that Logan almost, almost missed Patton’s flinch. Logan narrowed his eyes, how odd.

“Don’t mind me,” Roman squeaked with a faint blush on his cheeks. Logan turned and flicked Roman’s ear.

Roman, startled, whispered, “Fuck, what the hel– heck, Logan? Wait no, don’t answer that, I know what that was for.”

“Good to know you’re not a complete moron,” Logan said, slight amusement curling in his chest despite his dry tone. Virgil moved in the corner of his eye and Logan’s amusement died a violent and brutal death. Logan looked away from Roman’s pouting and flushed face to glare at Virgil once more.

Patton giggled nervously with a blush dotting his freckled face.

“Well then,” he said breathlessly, “I’m going to take that as a compliment! I see you got a good ol’ case of the roman eyes; but I’m taken, sugarcake.”

Logan’s teeth ground together as Roman snickered and leaned forward.

“I think we all got that message,” Roman said, his grin growing with Patton’s own smile. Patton’s blush deepened as he giggled again and Logan gouged even deeper marks into the table. “Stormy Knight made that perfectly clear.”

“Then you should back off,” Virgil growled.

Roman held up his hands. “Alright, My Fear Diary, I got it. All look and no touch. Like a fine piece of art in a museum. I can appreciate that, it’s cool, makes sense. If I had a man like that, I’d hold on to him for all he’s worth too. I mean–”

Virgil opened his mouth to cut Roman off. Logan opened his mouth to snap at Virgil. Patton slammed his hand down on the table, ignoring the way that it made everyone jump. Logan stared at the plastic smile that Patton wore on his face.

“I am not going to repeat myself, so listen carefully,” Patton said in a tone that reminded him of Patton’s gleaming armor on the heavenly battlefield. “Do not ever talk to me like I’m not here. Like I’m a trophy to be won.” Patton pulled away from Virgil and leaned back in his seat as he crossed his arms. “I thought you were all better than this. I’m disappointed in you.”

Virgil groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. “Using the Dad voice? C’mon, you know that’s not fair.” He hunched into his shoulders. “I’m sorry for sounding like Jared. No one should sound like Jared or worse, Alphonso. God, if I ever start to sound like Alphonso just take me out back to be shot like a dog.”

Logan watched in disbelief as Patton’s mouth softened at the edges. His arms loosened from its tight grip as Virgil tugged a faint smile. Patton pointed accusingly at Virgil. “Bringing Jared up is a dirty tactic.”

Virgil grinned. “He was 19 and didn’t know how to read.”

Patton burst out into giggles. “Remember the time he smashed a wine bottle over his head and screamed ‘LET’S PARTY’ even though we were at the class president’s bar mitzvah.” Logan’s teeth ground as the anger faded from Patton’s face. Instead, Patton leaned forward with a giggle, eyes distant in memories that Logan wasn’t a part of, “Or that time he tripped over a skateboard into the pool and tried to play it off like he did it on purpose?”

Virgil snickered. “Not as bad as the time that he tried to ask Katie out on a date. Ya know, the Katie nonetheless. Not Katie N., or Katie A. but the Katie.”

Patton’s hands flew to his face to smother the laughter that spilled from him. He shoved at Virgil’s arm lightly. “You play a hard game, Virgil Sanders. Golly, I can’t stay mad at you, and you know it.”

Roman coughed and caught Patton’s attention.

“I also would like to say I’m sorry. This simply got away from me. You’re a lovely man, Patton, to earn your hatred will be a dark stain on my soul forever!” Logan looked between Roman’s hopeful smile and Patton’s wary little squint as Roman continued, “I would love another round of that wonderful coffee you gave me. It will make my day!”

Logan blinked at the way Patton’s eyes widened at Roman’s words. Patton’s face relaxed into a soft smile, and he reached over to pat Roman’s hand. Logan bit back another growl at the action. He wanted to shove Roman out of the way and have Patton direct that expression at him. He dug his fingers even deeper into the table and glared, and both Patton and Roman’s expressions tightened.

“Right away! The same thing?” Patton asked as he stood up smoothly.

Roman clicked his tongue as he threw a wink Patton’s way, “Exactly right, Sugar and Nice!”

Logan’s hands twitched with the need to pull Patton back. He never wanted to let him go ever again. Logan winced as ancient memories stirred at the back of his head. He had done what he believed to be right at the expense of his mate.

Logan let himself fall back into his seat and looked longingly after Patton as he walked back to the counter. He was his mate, once upon a time; when things were less violent and Heaven was nothing more than green pastures in all directions. His eyes focused in hyper detail on the delicate joints in Patton’s fingers as he moved gracefully from machine to machine, red and swollen from a day’s work.

Virgil slammed a hand on the table, startling Logan out of his thoughts. Virgil’s eyes flickered with a darkness that Logan had seen in humans of all walks of life. Sin, anger, greed. They were all the same. Virgil’s fingers curled against the table and Logan raised an eyebrow at the ametur attempt at intimidation. It would have been as amusing as a kitten trying to hunt if it wasn’t getting in his way.

“Hey. Patton made it clear he isn’t a slab of meat to salivate over. Knock it off.”

Logan turned to stare at Virgil with a dark stare and relished in the way that Virgil shifted under his gaze.

“I believe,” Logan said, “that I too, would like another drink.” He tilted his head to the side. “Have Patton fetch it for me?”

Virgil’s jaw jumped as he clenched it. Logan hoped that he grinds his teeth into dust. It would be another thing he could point out to Patton; another way that Logan was superior to Virgil. Logan had full faith that Patton would see it and return to him, but he wanted it now. He never was as patient as he should be when it came to things such as this.

“If you think,” Virgil said lowly, “that Patton will be serving you like some sort of performing monkey or a kinky BDSM thing, then you will be sorely mistaken, you bastard.” Virgil smiled with all of his teeth again, his voice pitched so low like he was gargling rocks. Logan’s spine went ramrod straight at the tone as red flashes of Hell flickered at the back of his mind. Virgil continued, every word dripping with acid, headless of Logan’s reaction.

“But as co-owner of this fine establishment, it would be my honor to serve your drinks today and every other day that you decide to come in to stalk my fiance like the creep you are.” He straightened. “Now, if you excuse me. I have work to do. Feel free to never call me over.”

Logan growled as Virgil stood up and made his way back to the counter. How dare that sniveling little human — who did he think he was?!

His heart squeezed as he watched Virgil lean over to kiss Patton before going back to man his post at the register. That soft little smack was crystal clear, even from all the way over where Logan was sitting. He cursed his damn demonic hearing for tormenting him.

Logan’s muscles tensed and he almost shoved himself out of his seat when a hand landed on his shoulder. Roman stared at him with kind eyes that held a faint air of sympathy. Logan almost wanted to rip them out of their sockets. He didn’t need pity; he could take care of himself just fine.

“Hey, you want any cookies? Or pastries; I think I caught a glimpse of them and they remind of things Ma used to bake and believe me when I say those are to die for,” Roman rambled. Logan stared at him. What was his point? “You look like a danish sort of guy. Raspberry. The sort where you can pretend it’s the heart of your enemy and the blood is gushing out of it. Wow, that is– that is not an image I needed, I’m not going to be sleeping tonight anymore.”

“You are a moron,” Logan said flatly. “The number of things that you just said that made sense equals a sub-zero percentage.”

“I have no idea what that means but I’m going to take that as a yes!” Roman said with a grin. “Stay here, one Raspberry danish coming right up.”

Logan watched Roman head towards Patton at the counter and wondered if his dignity still held enough weight that he should avoid letting his head sink down against the gouged table.

Humans. Morons. They would never make sense to him.

Patton saw a flash of a red letterman’s jacket approach and he smiled at Roman. He glanced at Virgil, his fiance tilted his head and made the low gesture asking if they needed to switch places beneath the counter. Patton shook his head with a small smile. He had a feeling Roman was different despite the demon deal on his soul. He answered Roman’s beaming smile with one of his own.

“Hey, Roman! Do you need anything?”

“You know it!” Roman peered down at the pastries through the glass. He tapped at the glass and looked up at Patton with a grin. “Can I get one Raspberry Danish to go?”

“Excellent choice! It’s berry good!” Patton couldn’t help the giggle that escaped; his pun skills were just that good. “Do you want anything for yourself?”

Roman blinked. “How do you know it’s not for me?”

Patton ignored the cries of the birds on his roof, faint at the edge of his hearing.

“A magician never reveals his secrets, kiddo! And you don’t strike me as a danish guy. More German, am I right?”

Roman laughed and ran a hand through his messy locks. “Close. My great grandma used to be Prussian. But then you know, that dissolved.” Roman leaned back and forth on his heels. “But you’re right. Not a danish guy, but more like–” He pointed at a pastry with a smirk– “a slice of pumpkin pie guy.”

Patton grinned at Roman.

“Well Pie would certainly recommend the pumpkin!” He leaned in closer, delighting in the way that Roman echoed him. Virgil wasn’t one to have fun with dramatics, and it would be nice to have a friend who’d do more than humor him.

“Just between you and me,” Patton whispered with a wink, “I think Virge likes the pumpkin the best too. He likes to pretend it’s Halloween year round.”

Roman gave a huff of laughter. “I can certainly believe that!”

Patton returned his smile, leaning over to retrieve Roman’s order. Roman watched his back. Patton watched him shift in place, at a loss for the right words. Roman’s smile faded as he finally leaned over the counter. “Are you um gucci? I know Logan was a creep back there, but he’s not from around here uh, I can say that for sure. But seriously though, I’m really sorry for my friend.”

Patton sighed as he handed Roman his bag of pastries, “We used to have history together. I suppose he thinks it’ll be the same but that’s not how… life works. And Roman?” Patton said with a soft smile, “Thank you for giving me an out. It was really getting heated over there!”

Patton giggled at the blush that dotted Roman’s face. He wondered how a man like Roman ended up making a deal with Logan, but it wasn’t his place to judge. If his time on earth had taught him anything it was that humans were a diverse, complex bunch. And Father, did Patton love them for it. He bit back on his curious questions. He couldn’t ask a man he had just met things like that.

Roman shrugged, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Well you know, Ma always talked about creeps like that, and while she could handle herself, stuff like that stays with you. Everyone needs a hero every once and a while and I never quite outgrew the dream of being a prince, you know?”

Patton laughed as Roman winked. He added a gentle reminder; “Well I do believe that I found mine.”

His eyes drifted to Virgil, feeling a dopey smile grow on his fiance bent down to take the order of an older couple sitting near the door. The sunlight caught Virgil’s dark hair and Patton sighed, propping his elbows up on the glass counter as he placed his chin in his hands. Patton loved that they wore formal uniforms in the cafe. The sleek vest made Virgil quite the sight, one that Patton adored and lifted his spirits on the rougher days. He wondered if Virgil would complain about a hug when he came back to the counter; Patton wanted to squish his fiance until Virgil laughed.

Roman shifted in the corner of his sight and Patton startled out of his lovesick day dreaming. Patton wondered if the grief that lined Roman’s soft look was his imagination as Roman grinned brightly at him once more.

Patton coughed into his hand as he straightened. Oh dear, he thought they had managed to finally get acting professionally down. The feeling of Virgil’s lips ghosted across his and Patton had to fight the urge not to touch them.

Then again, maybe not.

“Will that be all for you today, Roman?”  Patton asked, looking away for a moment to gather himself. Now he really wanted to hug Virgil. Roman nodded. “Okey dokey! Then that’s twenty three dollars!”

Roman paled as he squeaked out, “What?”

“Twenty three dollars. The drinks were three dollars each and the pastries were four dollars each. Which adds up to twenty dollars, but–”

Virgil passed by with a smirk, tray of cups and pastries in hand. “I charge an extra three dollars for dealing with assholes.”

Roman gapped at Virgil’s back as he strode easily back to work. Patton smiled apologetically at Roman, trying to ignore the heavy feeling coming from Logan’s corner. He liked Roman. He had missed Logan. But Patton couldn’t bring himself to argue with Virgil this time.

He traced Virgil’s path and winced as Virgil’s eyes locked with Logan’s and the dark feeling multiplied. The faster they left, the better Patton would feel, except that thought made him feel guilty. Great.

Patton clicked his teeth. “Yeah….it’s store policy.”

Roman stared down at his wallet for a long moment, and Patton almost opened his mouth to ask if he was alright before Roman groaned.

“My honor will be besmirched! This is the end of the world, nobody look at me–” Patton giggled, torn between amusement and embarrassment as Roman waved a hand in the air– “I want to die.” Patton’s hands flew to his face to smother his laughter as Roman’s head fell against the counter. “No seriously, don’t laugh! This is the worst thing that could happen. You’re going to kick us out and never let us return ever again. Word will spread, no one else will serve a criminal like me and how will I get my writing done without my coffee?!”

Patton reached out to pat (ha!) his arm. “I promise no one will kick you out Roman. Or well, at least I won’t. No promises about Virgil.”

Roman looked up at him with bright eyes. “Really?”

“Really, really!” Patton grinned. “Do you have a card you could pay with instead?”

Roman winced and Patton’s heart sunk. They didn’t have to deal with situations like this often, but Patton always hated when they came up. He just wanted to give them the food they wanted and wave as they left with smiles on their faces. Virgil said they couldn’t though, and conducting business that way ended in homelessness and death. Patton didn’t think they’d be quite that bad off, but if it made his fiance feel better, Patton would stand strong!

“I don’t really have it on me today,” Roman admitted reluctantly. “I wasn’t planning on paying this much or going this far from home to be honest.” Roman scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, showing off his dimples, “Though meeting a wonderful man like you? Worth it. Absolutely. But yeah. Is there any way I could start up a tab or something? I promise I’ll come back to pay it off! Scout’s, prince’s, writer’s, whatever-you-want’s honor!”

Roman clasped his hands together looking altogether too ready to start begging for the option. Patton brightened. “Yeah! I can start up a tab. Your full name and phone number?”

“Roman Garcia and my phone number is, hold on.” Roman took a pen out of a glittery holder and wrote it on the back of his receipt. “Feel free to call me anytime.” Roman must have seen the way that his smile became fixed as he hurriedly added, “Platonically, I mean.”

Patton’s professional smile softened. “I hope you have a lovely day today. Come back again,” he whispered with a secretive wink. “I think it would be a good Garcia to come by soon, so you don’t forget about that tab.”

Roman broke out into a beaming smile and waved goodbye. Patton toddled his fingers as he watched Roman saunter back to his table. He let out an exhausted sigh, fighting the urge to lean back against the wall and just relax for the rest of the day. He had hoped that would go better, but at least he had gotten to see Logan again and meet Roman! With Roman’s tab, they’d be back. Logan wouldn’t leave just yet.

Father, Patton wanted to see him, but the way he had spoken today made a quiet part of him ache.

Soft arms wrapped around his waist, drawing him from his musings. Patton tipped his head back to lean against Virgil’s shoulder as he watched Roman all but drag Logan out of the cafe. Virgil hooked his chin over Patton’s shoulder and Patton felt himself relax at the gentle hold.

“Hey Pat?” Virgil said, something dark in his tone. Patton shivered, and Virgil squeezed his waist in an attempt at comfort. Patton hummed in response. Virgil pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, and Patton whined as Virgil pulled back. They were still at work but Patton didn’t care. He wanted cuddles. “No offence, but I don’t like your ex.”

Patton stared at the door. He closed his eyes and thought back to his time in Heaven with Logan.

“Well,” he said softly, “he’s changed. We both have.”

“I cannot believe you said all those things to Virgil!” Roman groaned as they crossed the street. “And in front of Patton! That was so rude!” Roman pointed a finger into Logan’s face. “Listen, wise-guy, I don’t care if you’re a demon, but you better square the fuck up. Stop being a creep and actually be a decent person for once.”

Logan rolled his eyes and shoved the finger back at Roman. “I am neither decent nor a person. I fail to see your point, witch.”

Roman blew out a sigh as they entered the alley they walked through several hours earlier. The walls were just as grimy as he remembered. A chill nipped at his collar and Roman clutched his pastry bag closer to his chest. He didn’t have any money now (thanks Logan), but he would be damned if he didn’t defend Patton and Virgil’s pastry goodness with his life!

Logan came to an abrupt stop in the alleyway. The growl of cars grew distant and the birdsong faded until there was an unnatural stillness in the air. The sun now had dipped far enough below the skyline to shroud the alley’s corners in dark shadows.

Logan’s features sharpened in the soft oranges and shadows of the late afternoon, giving him a more eerie feel. His glasses glinted like sapphires against his pale cheeks. Roman’s breath caught in his throat as he witnessed this rare moment of subliminal beauty.

Something clattered up ahead.

Roman startled and the crinkling of the bright Angel’s Cafe bag undercut the foreboding atmosphere. Logan glared and put a finger up to his mouth. Roman blushed, shifting the bag to one hand so the other could come up. He felt magic spark at his fingertips as he focused on the spell he wanted, and this time, he promised himself, he wasn’t going to light a dumpster on fire.

From a darkened doorway, a man sauntered off the doorstop with a cocky gait and his hands shoved into his back pant pockets. Sunglasses caught the amber sunlight as he came into view. Sunglasses at this time of the day? His cryptid sensors went off like crazy. Roman’s eyebrows raised even higher as he walked closer. He realized with a sinking feeling that the man loomed over him by almost two head heights, and he didn’t even wear heels.

“Miss me, bitch?”

The man grinned as Logan broke out into a huff of laughter.

“No,” Logan said as the man pulled him into a hug. Logan glanced up at him. “It’s good to see you, Sloth. I expected you sooner.”

Sloth.

Roman’s heart leapt to his throat at the name. Logan was a demon, and a demon saying something like Sloth as a name meant very, very bad things. Generally End-Of-Times sort of things. Men screaming in pain from their vices, sort of thing. Odin above, Roman swallowed heavily. Demons were one thing. A Vice was completely another. Now was the time to panic; please Loki never let Ma find out about this. Fuck, he was going to die here and then go to Hell instead of Valhalla.

God, he was the worst writer. Thing this, thing that, no wonder he hadn’t made it big yet. He was an embarrassment to the written word.  

“You know me, gurl,” Sloth said taking a step back. He flung out his arms as if he was on a stage. “I take my own sweet, sweet time on things.”

Roman took a step back as Sloth turned to stare at him, before he could remind himself that showing fear was one of the worst possible things he could do. He shifted his foot, sliding it back into a steadier position. The eyes of the two hellish beings weighed on him. Roman struggled to figure out if raising his hands in defence would only get him killed or if it would save his life. He hated having to face things like this alone.

Logan hummed and Roman fought down a twitch, eyes flickering to the demon. “Well I do suppose that this one may take a while. There is something in this town that’s caught my interest and needs a more... delicate hand.” Logan adjusted his tie as he tugged a faint smile. “This deal grants me a steady position in town and an excuse to stay for a considerable amount of time.”

Roman gritted his teeth, hands clenching as he realized that Logan was talking about Patton. Everyone deserved a hero. Roman didn’t think he would be able to forgive himself if he was the reason the two cafe owners’ lives were torn apart by a demon. Just because he still couldn’t get a handle on his magic, it didn’t mean that he was useless. He had been something at one point, had managed to do something and while things were different now he still had to try.

“Hey-!” he snapped, only to reel back as the Vice turned to look down at him. The sunglasses slipped slightly down and the air became absolutely suffocating. Demonic energy crawled along his skin and Roman’s legs buckled under the pressure. He gasped, trying not to claw at his neck, knowing that it would be useless. He needed- Roman should-

A thin barrier of magic would help but Roman couldn’t muster up the control for something like that on a good day. His knees hit the cement; a shock traveled up through his body at the impact. His magic sparked dangerously, a last ditch attempt at protection. Roman’s ears rang as the smell of smoke rose in the air. Roman’s heart seized at the smell and he lost the tenuous hold he already had on his magic.

The pressure doubled, pressing him down against the floor as fire roared up through the alley. His lungs ached, and Roman tried not to think of the word burned. His vision tunneled and his mouth opened uselessly in an attempt to breathe. Freya please, he wanted to at least say goodbye to Ma before he died-

He coughed as the pressure fled. His hands hit the cement hard enough to sting as he coughed, gasping for breath and finding only smoke. Fuck. He scrambled, trying to wrest his magic back under control and closing his eyes in resignation when he found that he couldn’t. It slipped through his grasp like ash and he twisted to run a finger across the suppression runes on his wrist. His magic vanished with the flames in a wisp of smoke.

The witch who never learned magic, not really. Wouldn’t Ma be proud?

He shuddered against the ground for as long as he dared before glancing back up at the other two in the alley.

“-no, no, no I get what you’re saying gurl, but really a little lack of air won’t kill him. They’re like cockroaches. Stomping on them makes a lovely crunch and then they get right back up again,” Sloth’s voice filtered through Roman’s pounding heartbeat. Maybe praying to Freya wasn’t the right answer. Roman’s heart dropped. He really did hate to reach out for Loki of all the gods. Tricksters were such fickle creatures.

“Yes, well,” Logan said dryly, “I would rather not risk my vacation on the fact you took offence to his tone of voice.”

“It was more the way he looked at you but go off I guess,” Sloth muttered, shoulders hiking up as he turned away from Logan like a sulky child. Roman gingerly levered himself to a sitting position as Logan sighed. Roman winced at the sound, one that came from deep within Logan’s chest. For a brief, stupid second Roman wanted to cheer the Vice on for dragging that sort of sound out of Logan.

Gods, he was so stupid; no wonder he ended up with an accidental demon deal.

Roman blinked at the hand that entered his vision. Logan huffed, and Roman took it before the offer was taken back. Logan hauled him back to his feet, and Roman tried not to feel unsteady; both from the near choking and from the strange show of kindness from Logan.

“Will you be staying?” Logan asked Sloth with a raised eyebrow, and Roman had to bite down on complaints. Sloth shook his head and waved a hand in the air.

“This bitch has something he wants to look into first,” he winked, “I’ll catch you on the flipside. See me around. You know the drill, just so long as it’s not the one up your ass.”

Logan growled, shoving at the Vice. Sloth cackled, the sound sending ice down Roman’s spine. Demonic energy welled. Roman blinked, and Sloth vanished.

Roman stared at the spot for way too long, contemplating the fact that he had meet a Vice and survived. It hadn’t been something on his bucket list, but Roman figured he could check it off all the same.

The ice didn’t leave even as Logan gestured for them to get a move on. Roman swallowed, hurrying after Logan.

So much for a quiet town.

Sloth slurped his coffee cup loudly as he sat in the far back of the bustling cafe. His amber eyes locked on the cafe owner with his soft brown locks and golden wireframes on his cute high bridged nose. He adjusted his sunglasses higher as he noticed the other cafe owner dropping a kiss on his cheek as he passed by. Interesting, indeed. Sloth narrowed his eyes on the golden band around the finger of his….topic of interest.

Oooh, how quaint.

Sloth grinned with all his teeth as he watched. His laughter clear even across the cafe as he made some terrible pun. Sloth sat in that dark booth as closing time approached quickly. The customers slowly started to file out and soon he would lose the cover of the dinner rush. Sloth’s smile faded at the thought of leaving so soon.

Sloth’s bit down on lips to hide his wretched snarl. The angel’s name tag twinkled in the flickering neon lights, Patton, tch. What a cookie cutter name. He wondered how it would feel to have Patton’s wings under his fingers. Wings that glinted like stained glass in every color, soft red dowry feathers at the base all the way to his razor sharp purple flight feathers. He was like a walking rainbow. Disgusting.

Patton walked around the counter to flip the sign from open to closed. Sloth’s eyes dragged down his backside. He did love to see him go. Oh la la! The Creator above really went all out for this little halo. What a butt. Sloth smirked as he sucked on his straw even harder as he tried to scrape the last of his smoothie from the bottom.

Patton stilled and whipped his head around.

There was nothing but an empty cafe.

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Not Every Angel Has Wings AU

Yoooooooooo gays! I’ve (Social) been seeing Virgil missing wings AUs on my dash but I ended up craving something a liiiiiittle bit different, which consequently spawned an AU because I couldn’t just not suggest an idea to Puma:

Fantasy AU! Magic and monsters and mania oh my! Thomas lives in a small town and has a few things different about him from the average human. The wings, for one, but wings aren’t too uncommon

The sides thing though. That, well that one catches a few stares but Thomas wouldn’t trade them for the world

They’re all still identical except for one small thing. Thomas’s wings are bright, all the colors of the rainbow and he’s the pride of the town he lives in, while each of his sides only has one solid color. Put them together and you get a rainbow

Roman/Creativity- Red, Nate/Wrath- Orange, Jethro/Deceit- Yellow, Hans/Envy-Green, Patton/Morality- Blue, Logan/Logic- Indigo, Virgil/Anxiety- Purple

The Dark Sides (Deceit, Wrath, Envy) parade their wings around with mocking words, Virgil keeps his ticked up against his back until agitated when they flare out into an intimidating length, and Thomas lets his flutter and position naturally

The Main Sides (Logan, Roman, and Patton) however, never show their wings.

Roman insists that they get in the way of his fashion sense and distract from the true beauty of his face (“Look at me, Thomas!! Do you think I need wings to look fabulous?? Absolutely not, we rock it with and without and have I mentioned that we look amazing today though your hair needs- ah yes, just like that PERFECTION!!”)

Logan will calmly explain that he’s not human, it doesn’t matter if he matches what Thomas looks like, and the wings are,,, a little out there when he prefers to lay low. (“I am a construct of magic Thomas, it’s safer if I don’t bring attention to myself when assisting you.”)

Patton always hesitates for a split second before clapping his hands together and insisting that Thomas has such beautiful wings that he doesn’t want to distract from that one bit!! (“You’re the one who should be standing out kiddo!! Look at you go!! I’m so proud of you for putting yourself out there!!”)

It’s gone on long enough that Thomas has stopped questioning it at all

Which has made Patton relax because hiding the scars along his back is hard enough without Thomas pushing the issue every chance he gets. He’s never going to regret the choice he made to keep the others safe all those years ago, but he always has to remind himself not to stare at Anxiety’s giant wings a little bit too long

It makes Roman snappish which is not good!! Patton doesn’t want them to fight and he knows that Roman feels the whole situation is unfair but really!! He’s alright!! Really he’s fine!! They’re all safe now and that’s what matters!!

Because letting his wings be sawed off (hanging on that pole alone, in the dead of night, so many eyes around him- No don’t think about that now Patton!) so that Thomas could keep his was, as Logan would put it, a no-brainer!

He just wished there was a way for Roman and Logan to use theirs more! Their backs ached from holding their own wings back and hidden, and they refused to listen to any of his reasons to change how they approached the situation. They insisted that if he didn’t need wings then neither did they.

Which never failed to make him teary eyed because he loved them!! So much!!

Though he could never fully push away the guilt that sat on his chest, from lying to Thomas, because he didn’t want to break Thomas’s heart (cause ow, no thanks) with the truth, because Logan and Roman worked so hard for him, because Anxiety always shrunk away when Roman lashed out at him, and Patton knew it was his choice that caused it

At least now they’ve started to accept An- Virgil into their group!

Everything was fine until Virgil started to ask questions, bad questions, and started to catch Patton’s longing looks, “hey, what are you looking at, four eyes?” 

Roman struggles not to backslide into fighting Virgil, he was accepted into their group, and Patton pleaded him not to. Logan gets used to pulling up practiced logical arguments on why they didn’t display their own wings, Virgil would just scoff and say, “that sounds like bull” but no matter what, Thomas insisted that Virgil was a light side and they had to work together

Worse yet, all of Virgil's questions were starting to pique Thomas’s interest as well, and if Thomas start to question them, Patton was 80% certain that Logan would implode from frustration, Roman would stab someone and Patton himself would end up in tears

Everything imploded one night when Virgil finally cornered Patton and shouted at him to show him his wings, “I don’t care what they look like, don’t you trust me?!”

Virgil hated not knowing. Not when Logan had asked for his helping preening already, clearly trusting him enough to have his hands near the delicate bones. Roman had insisted on at least one flight together, a rush of adrenaline that they could both adore, red and purple meshing together against the sky

But no matter what he did, they all slammed shut the moment that Patton’s wings were brought up and it never failed to remind him how precarious his position was. How conditional their care was

Virgil just wanted to know, was that so bad? He didn’t expect Patton’s shoulders to start shaking, and when he tackled Patton to the ground in a burst of frustration, he didn’t expect goddamn Morality to burst into tears, he pinned his wrists above him, maybe he could shock Morality into showing his wings in self-defense?

A scream wrenched out of Morality, guttural and painful, as his blue eyes go glassy with distant memories of something. Virgil in his frantic panic tightens his grip on his wrists in an attempt to stop him from hurting himself, in his seizure, or attack, or whatever the frick Morality was going through.

The screams get louder and Morality tries to buck Virgil off him but Virgil was bigger and stronger, his own purple wings spread open in a poor attempt to calm Morality down

Roman and Logan burst into the room, horror etched across their features as they find Virgil holding Patton down with force despite his struggles.

“Get off him,” Roman says with a sword under Virgil’s throat, close enough to slit at the slightest flick, “Now.”

Virgil stares at them with wide eyes, hands flexing on Patton’s wrists. His heart pounding in his ears and he opens his mouth to explain, apologize, or anything that his brain was screaming at him to do. “I didn’t- I just wanted- It wasn’t-”

“I. Don’t. Care.” Princey’s voice is dark, low and dangerous. An anger that Virgil had heard directed at Wrath at one point but never at him and it’s worse than the sword against his throat. He wanted to scream and sob, much like Patton was doing now

Virgil growls and stands up and shoves Logan aside with a snide, “Whatever, who would care about this in the first place?” because it was easier to fall back into old habits than to let the apologies on his lips slip out.

More than anything else, he knew that today showed to them, to himself, he was never going to be anything more than Anxiety. Not when Princey’s glare was heavy on his back, and how Morality’s sobs were loud even after the door closed behind him with a bang.

Logan stares at the door for a long moment before heaving out an exhausted sigh and turning to help Roman calm Patton down. There would be time to talk to Virgil later when they had all calmed down. After Patton though, because if there was one thing he and Roman agreed on-

Patton never should’ve been the one to walk out of town when they were only boys, the night that started it all and the cause of the guilt that weighed down both of their wings every time they were reminded Patton had none

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Yooooooo guys! We’re taking prompts for drabbles at the moment! We’re also going to start doing daily drabbles from this list pretty soon as well from this list but don’t worry about repeats! We’ll enjoy thinking of them in different ways! ;D

Drabbles as in literally 100 stories, and from Sanders Sides at the moment! We are taking nsfw prompts too! All of which will be tagged as such if you don’t want that on your dash :p Please include the sentence along with the number in case we get more than one of these going!

nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts. Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual: 161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”

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Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Death Roman | War Patton | Famine Logan | Thomas

Virgil -

He’s Pestilence. No really, he loves his bacteria colonies and their culture. Logan glares at him whenever he uses that pun.

Doesn’t like working that hard, so viruses were always going to be his thing. He didn’t even need to do anything?? Just cough somewhere and that was it. His job was done and he could go back and take a nap.

Virgil is inherently poisonous and has all sorts of viruses and deadly bacteria strains canoodling in him. It’s not as gross as it sounds. He swears. Virgil just looks a bit pale but that’s about it. He only pulls the “literally on my deathbed” look for parties. There can’t be social anxiety if everyone is dead. Street smarts

He butts heads with Roman a lot because he keeps killing his bacteria colonies by accident. His brother doesn’t know the meaning of “delicate specimens” honestly. Virgil's got rooms of them, each a different strain which is another thing Roman never seems to get. Moron. Virgil can't just “replace” them because they're all unique.

Is the one to stay at home the most. The little rock of a planet they call home didn't have much for so long but it's still home and Virgil can relax by the water, sea, lake, wherever their house was at the moment. At least until anxiety about his brothers catches up to him and he leaves to go check on them. Logan needs people more than he lets on, and Roman and Patton need someone to tell them “no”

He's the reason their house is absolutely covered in plants. Not only to they make a good home for his cultures, but it's a relaxing pastime for when he gets bored. Tending to things is close enough to what he's done with his viruses that it's a familiar process. Darker colored vines that wind around tresses are his favorite and help bathe his room in cool shadows.

Constantly covered, no matter the temperature. His internal temp is already completely haywire compared to mortals, wearing long baggy clothes that he can pull over his face won’t change a thing about that. He’ll run his fingers along the edges of the sleeves over and over again when he gets anxious. The fact that people have started to mistake him for Death over the recent centuries because of it is simply the cherry on top. Roman’s offended screech never gets old

[thewiseworm]

Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU

Roman | Patton (here) | Logan | Virgil | Thomas

Patton-

W A R!!! Don’t be fooled by his demeanor. He’s got a violent streak a mile wide.

Doesn’t know the meaning of peace. Okay, he tries to understand, but nope??? Like who’s she?? So playing board games with him is always gonna end up with Patton upending the table no matter if he wins or loses, he needs the destruction and the look on Logan’s face when all the words he made in Scrabble go flying? Priceless

He laughs when fights break out. Pain is hilarious! And there’s nothing wrong in feeling pleasure in a job done well! He loves his job just as his brothers do.

Gets away with  e v e r y t h i n g

He gets to prank Logan and Virgil and when they go to complain to Roman, he gets only a slap on the wrist. Yeah, he’s the baby of the family. Immunity to everything including Roman’s lectures. Logan and Virgil hate it, and Patton can’t help but rub it in their faces. He’s a little shit and everyone except Roman knows it

He gets emotions more than any of the other. People and their wants, needs, greed, anger, all of it come with the job, sure he was a little more feral before more intelligent life evolved but Patton likes to think that out of all of them he gets intelligent life the most! They’ve got more than just teeth! Such pretty, pretty tools to use in destruction!

Patton still uses his teeth and nails as weapons and tools, both in and out of his true form. Mostly because using them is instinct at this point and he forgets that they’re not quite as...sharp when he’s masquerading as a mortal. Animals still use them in their form of fighting and Patton’s just as connected to them as he is any other mortal.

He’s the second largest when in his true form, though when peace treaties started and things grew a little more “civil” he shrunk but retained most of his mass. Long jagged claws, twisted fangs, eyes that glow brightly not only with feverish emotion but frightening intelligence, War has never been pretty. The monster under your bed who reaches for you with a smile? Yeah, Patton started those myths

Loves as fiercely as he hates, laughs as much as he cries, Patton is never ashamed of his emotions. It’s when he face goes blank and his mouth still that he should be feared the most

Fidgets with anything he can get his hands on, though his favorite is to juggle knives. Virgil despairs every time he loses a finger, but eh, they grow back Virge! And look! Now I can do seven! Wait, where are you going? Come back!!

Wears a turtleneck at all times. Do. Not. Ask.

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Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU

How can we forget to talk about our sunshine boi??? Ask us to be added to the tag list!! 

Death Roman | Famine Logan | War Patton | Pestilence Virgil 

Thomas Sanders-

A Good Boy!!! He’s 28 years old of sweetness.

Too Soft for This World

He’s destined to save the world but he doesn’t know that the odds are stacked against him. Thomas is a healer. Not much help against spikes and deadly puzzles. RIP.

He can’t heal himself, just others through skin to skin contact. It’s never bothered him that he can’t heal himself until he was told that he needed to save the world, all Thomas wanted to do was help others. One of his earliest memories is petting a dog that people said was going to die until she got up and licked him on the chin

Thomas kept that dog until she died of old age. Valarie helped him keep his anxiety down and tagged along at his heels to all of his training and schooling. She was a sweetie who would always join in on his singing and Thomas adored her

He’s just trying to do his best. It stresses him out that he’s chosen to save the world through tons of trials. He’s humanity’s only hope and no one even knows except for Talyn and Joan. It’s hard to sleep sometimes.

Gay, gay, aaaand more gay. What can he say? He likes men! Even more accurately, he’s a disaster gay. He once walked into a pole because he was staring at a guy rather than watching where he was going, and Joan’s never let him live it down. But like?? Did you see those arms?? Joan! JOAN QUITE LAUGHING

Introduces himself as “I’m gay” before he even says his name. It’s gotten him into both terrible and great mix-ups. Honestly an inspiration to us all.

Thomas learns he’s The Chosen One through a dream, that he promptly tells Joan and Talyn about it. From there he is directed to an old retired hero who trains him in fighting and use of his powers. Only no matter what they try he can’t seem to do anything other than heal. He’s trying he is! It’s just so hard to do and the longer it takes and the more the hero pushes the more anxious Thomas gets

Joan and Talyn are the ones that get fed up and encourage him to take the Trials anyways. The world is going to end and they have no idea when wouldn’t it be best to get started now rather than later? And who knows maybe the Trials are what Thomas needs to get them powers going!

Obsessed with cartoons, and cannot cook. He tries to encourage better self-care in others, but Joan tends to just give him a look when he brings it up with them. Must be why Thomas doesn’t question the brothers’ reactions to him nagging them.

[thewiseworm]

[thewiseworm]

Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU

Yes, we’re adding more onto this AU!! It’s big y’all. And feel free to ask to be added to the tag list! 

Death Roman | Thomas | War Patton | Pestilence Virgil 

Logan - 

Famine; an extreme shortage of food, a shortage, a hunger

From the very beginning, Logan hungered for attention, for affection, for knowledge, for change. Logan wanted and he wanted it right then. It didn’t help that Roman practically fell over himself getting Logan everything he wanted, at least until Patton arrived. And in the end, Logan is selfish.

Food was his primary concern, but he has branched out in the recent centuries. Hunger leaned more towards shortages. Cotton famines, coal famines, oil famines, and his greatest yet, a Famine of Knowledge.

Hates small spaces; claustrophobic. A window or door must be open at all times.

Hunger can cover so many different areas and Logan made people and things crave something from the very marrow of their bones. The sort of clawing at your chest that aches until you deal with it, either by finally eating or doing whatever it was you craved. The need that consumes your every waking thought until you scratch that itch. Addiction

Loves his brothers, really. It's just…. They're all so loud. And extra. And dramatic. And a more than a little clingy at times. And Logan needs space. So he spends large amounts of time wandering the universes on his own. Virgil joins him most often, a quiet companion when he's not bickering with Roman or making morbid jokes with Patton, which Logan is alright with. The quiet, not the jokes.

Almost skeletal when he doesn't bother to blend in. Skin stretched tight over an empty frame, long, gangly, his fingertips dyed black from various addictions and hair thinning from malnutrition. Otherwise, he's a little on the thin side rather than mostly dead, and much less likely to be chewed on by Roman's pet.

Logan doesn’t bother to keep his room even vaguely mortal like the others. He doesn’t need a bed, or a sink, or food, so the only recognizable thing is a closet where he keeps his clothes. The rest is either windows or books, books, and more books. Virgil insisted on a chair or two after the third time Logan almost fell out of a window when trying to read by leaning on the windowsill and then forgetting that’s where he was reading.

He can’t help but poke at things, to the point where he gets literally twitchy if he doesn’t know what something does. It’s probably what’s killed him the most, in that since they can’t really die, he doesn’t care about the consequences

[thewiseworm]

A Story of Death Chapter 2- Demons for Dummies

Word Count: 4720

Pairings: Slow burn LAMP, Moxiety, Logicality, Logince

Tags: Light cursing only this chapter :D

Notes: We’re starting you guys off slow, as in Slowburn XD Co-Written by the fabulous @wisepuma23!!

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Chapter 1

Roman had long since mastered the art of smiling and waving as he walked down the street. Shoulders thrown back, chin tilted just slightly up, and a long confident stride would fool just about anyone into thinking he was fine even when he wasn’t. And at the moment, he really, really wasn’t.

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Star Wars AU That We All Deserve

Logan Mekalanos

- Human, through and through

- J E D I MASTER Like his father before him

- Grew up in the Order and is considered one of their best. Doesn’t have many friends though he knows and gets along with most of the Jedi in the Order

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Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU

A new Sanders Sides AU??? Hell yeah, it is. 

Patton, Logan, Thomas, and Virgil (all coming soon!)

Roman - 

Personification of Death, fear him

No really, you should fear him

Older than time itself, maybe? He’s not sure, he’s walked the universes for as long as life has existed, brought Death and the ending with him no matter where he went.

A lonely boy, he lives, and breaths for his younger brothers. He would tear the universe apart at the seams if it meant they would be safe and happy, has tried to at least once at one point. He made an honest effort at the very least

Death is his purview, in that he brings an End to all things. Even the Gods, one day they will crumble away at his touch. Plants wilt, rocks crumble, planets die. The only people to truly survive his touch before he learned to control it was his brothers, and even then Roman worries that one day he’ll have to reap them as well

Everyone knows what Death looks like, dark flowing robes and a literal skeleton for a figure swinging an epic scythe to mow down the souls before him. But even that is more of a middle ground to what Roman really looks like, because while it was, unnatural at least it wasn’t….hideous. As in a never-ending void of nothingness with writhing tentacles and a screech that would drive mortals mad, hideous.

Singing calms him down, in fact, it calms down almost everyone he has ever met. Maybe it had to do with the fact that death was ultimately a peace for all that came to an end. The end of struggles and joy alike. Logan speculates that such emotions Roman himself projects often. Whatever it was, he appreciated the ability to calm people down, himself included

Oh yeah he totally owns a black Tibetan Mastiff, his name is Cebby, and he’s adorable. He’s the cutest wittle puppy, yes he is! So what if he’s a giant dog capable of tearing people’s souls apart? He’s a good boy!! Cebby is the reason why legends of black dogs associated with death exist, like Cerberus. Roman walks him every day and Cebby just slobbers after him. He’s the best dog in the world if he says so himself!!

Roman just trying his best. It’s not easy being the greatest big brother in the world. He has to look after the three other horsemen, even if he wants to tear his hair out, but he still loves his brothers to bits. Good big bro.

[thewiseworm]

Horsemen of the Apocalypse AU

A new Sanders Sides AU??? Hell yeah, it is. 

 Famine Logan | Thomas | War Patton | Pestilence Virgil (all coming soon!)

Roman - 

Personification of Death, fear him

No really, you should fear him

Older than time itself, maybe? He’s not sure, he’s walked the universes for as long as life has existed, brought Death and the ending with him no matter where he went.

A lonely boy, he lives, and breaths for his younger brothers. He would tear the universe apart at the seams if it meant they would be safe and happy, has tried to at least once at one point. He made an honest effort at the very least

Death is his purview, in that he brings an End to all things. Even the Gods, one day they will crumble away at his touch. Plants wilt, rocks crumble, planets die. The only people to truly survive his touch before he learned to control it was his brothers, and even then Roman worries that one day he’ll have to reap them as well

Everyone knows what Death looks like, dark flowing robes and a literal skeleton for a figure swinging an epic scythe to mow down the souls before him. But even that is more of a middle ground to what Roman really looks like, because while it was, unnatural at least it wasn’t….hideous. As in a never-ending void of nothingness with writhing tentacles and a screech that would drive mortals mad, hideous.

Singing calms him down, in fact, it calms down almost everyone he has ever met. Maybe it had to do with the fact that death was ultimately a peace for all that came to an end. The end of struggles and joy alike. Logan speculates that such emotions Roman himself projects often. Whatever it was, he appreciated the ability to calm people down, himself included

Oh yeah he totally owns a black Tibetan Mastiff, his name is Cebby, and he’s adorable. He’s the cutest wittle puppy, yes he is! So what if he’s a giant dog capable of tearing people’s souls apart? He’s a good boy!! Cebby is the reason why legends of black dogs associated with death exist, like Cerberus. Roman walks him every day and Cebby just slobbers after him. He’s the best dog in the world if he says so himself!!

Roman just trying his best. It’s not easy being the greatest big brother in the world. He has to look after the three other horsemen, even if he wants to tear his hair out, but he still loves his brothers to bits. Good big bro.

[thewiseworm]

Star Wars AU That We All Deserve

Logan Mekalanos

- Human, through and through

- J E D I MASTER Like his father before him

- Grew up in the Order and is considered one of their best. Doesn’t have many friends though he knows and gets along with most of the Jedi in the Order

-His Master was (is) Dottie Hynse, who took him on at the age of ten and trained him into Knighthood until the age of 24. They have a close, if snappish relationship with each other, and Dottie still swings by to check in on him

-He is well aware of her breaking the Code with the pilot Larry, but hasn’t said anything to anyone other than his Master. Everyone has....needs after all. Dottie bopped him over the head the first time he suggested that

- Had his eyes torn out by a Sith Apprentice, got bionic eyes to replace them. He woke up to Dottie’s voice and his Master’s hand on his after the incident

- The largest fight they had was about him going back out on the battlefield after that. It took place before he had his eyes replaced, and he eventually broke down at the thought of not being able to travel the stars. Cue Dottie hugging him

- Has one (two) attachments: The stars (and his Master)

- T R A N S, a wonderful, handsome transman in the middle of transitioning, he wears flowing robes to help pass. Dottie is the most supportive Master

- Demiromantic Demisexual

- Is sent to save and retrieve Senator Alcyone after he goes missing

- Roman both gets on his nerves and earns his respect in the exact same moment. Not many without the Force would stand up against the Sith the way the Senator has

- Virgil fascinates him, having never seen a species like his. The smuggler is the least of his concern in the trio however and provides a welcome relief of sanity compared to the other two

- Patton, the “Sith” Lord, took him by surprise, leading to their first encounter being a loss for the Jedi. The lack of yellow eyes both concerns and gives him hope, seeing as that much Darkness would mean Logan would be duty bound to slay him

Patton Goode

- Human

- “Sith” Lord, actually a Grey Jedi

- Trained under Remy until he was pressed into service for the Separatists and the Sith. Gained his red saber during that time, eventually went on the run with Virgil, deserting the army and becoming a smuggler instead

- While training with Remy, got to know many people around the local systems. He loved the diversity and friendliness that people showed even in the midst of the war

- caught Dooku’s attention, and as such, trained under the man for a period of time. He hated pretty much every minute of it, which only fueled his being pushed towards the Dark

- Was ordered to terrorize several planets and people that reminded him of the people he had grown up with. Which lead to him hating anyone in a position of power, hating the innocents that get caught up in their power struggles

- Concerns Virgil with the way he talks. Does not hesitate to kill criminals and people he believe deserve it, believing that their deaths are the best way to stop their atrocities. Mentioned his own death in the same vein off-hand once, but Virgil’s never forgotten

- Genderfluid, though he leans mostly towards masculine. Bisexual, with a preference towards males

- Born deaf. He can lip read with the best of them, and Virgil helps him cope when people aren’t facing him. Often wants to strangle Roman for the way that he turns away in the middle of a sentence

- Follows his heart, regardless of the Light or Dark sides creeds and principles. He’ll listen to the Force and his friends. He lives with the Passion of the Sith but the Morality of the Jedi. Logan hates it

- Pining after Virgil basically since they’ve met, help him. Virgil is just so strong and brave and handsome and steady and kind and-! The moment Virgil laughed for the first time he was gone r i p

- Logan is an amusement and a hero all rolled into one. Patton respects him following his morals, and appreciates that Logan doesn’t mind stopping to help out the little guys

-Roman pisses him off. Patton Fights The Man, and Roman is The Man. Roman doesn't see his privilege and the people who love him and the power that he wields and it makes Patton want to wring his neck. (A little hypocritically)

Virgil Quill

- Part Alien, passes as human if he dresses carefully, though his skin is a light purple that looks pale in the right lighting

-Other alien features include: The tiny spores on his hair and crotch that he hides with floofy hair and carefully tucking them in his pants, raised scale like skin with spikes that start around his waist and dot his legs down to his heels, raised dark stripes that start at his waist and wind upwards to around his shoulder that release low electricity with high emotinos

-Basically? Mom was a plant alien while Dad was a Human. Got his last name from his Dad

- Naps in the sun whenever he gets the chance. Does he photosynthesize? .....yes, to a degree though he still needs to eat.

-Prefers to just let people think he’s human, easier anyway

-has hundreds of siblings. Alpha Mother aka Mom had tons of children, all of them with varying degrees of her species. The more plant like the most likely they are to stay home. Those that do leave tend to do great things that cast a shadow over Virgil

- Stole a ship from under his sisters’ noses from Alpha Mother to do great things of his own, but got caught up in smuggling from inexperience. Panicked on his first run and shot the rest of the crew to release the slaves on board and flew away without another word

- Realized he could keep doing that and help protect some of the people who need it most

- got caught during a normal smuggling run during his second year on the circuit, and meet Patton there. Saved Patton’s life and ended up stuck with a sort of Sith since then

- Ended up with a large electrical scar that spans his left side from their punishment before he escaped with Patton. It still causes him muscle pain and spasms, as well as the occasional headache

- Aporagender, who strongly identifies as male. Pansexual, he don’t care, humanity’s strangely concerned with the binary anyways and fuck that

- Anxious Bean

- Pining for Patton, also since they’ve met, hELP HIM. Patton’s been through so much and is still so kind and has saved his life so many times before and have you seen the light hitting his hair??

- Logan scares him, just a little bit. Law enforcement + a freaky obsession with his species, no thanks. He is a nice break from the other two and their arguing however

- Roman is a never ending source of entertainment and concern. Princey is clueless about so much despite being a Senator, yet still rushes recklessly into everything. Virgil’s debated locking him in the cabin to make him stop

Roman Darrold Alcyone

- ALIEN PRINCE!! Second in line for the throne so he became Senator for his planet instead

- Covered in red markings, two slashes on his face, and spiraling marks all along the rest of his body. He’s as red as he is white. Has blue colored Vitiligo that don’t cover his markings. Colorful Boy

-He glow. His marking glow in correspondence to his feelings and how high they are. Being Roman, that means he emits an almost constant light

- His skin can stand up to ridiculous temperatures, being able to stick his bare hands in lava without getting burned. Most acids won’t bother him either, leading to his people becoming master metalworkers and their planet a difficulty to visit without proper preperation.

-In turn, because of his high internal temp, gets cold, really, really easily. He’s susceptible to the cold

-His older brother being Emilie Picani Alcyone. Emilie adores his brother and Roman adores him right back. He learned how to ride a horse, wield a sword, fire a blaster, and so much more from Emilie

- Became a Senator partly to help sue for the peace and help that Emilie insisted their people needed. His brother was needed on planet so Roman would be the one to go shout at the rest of the galaxy for him

- Could never compare to his older brother, who was always faster, smarter, kinder, stronger. No one ever truly said anything about it to his face, but Roman knew it anyways. Life might have been easier if he could hate Emilie, but he never could

- Knows that he’s expendable compared to Emilie, but has only voiced that thought out loud once. It made Emilie cry and clutch at him tightly apologizing. Roman still hasn’t figured out for what

- Polygender and Polysexual

- Autistic and has ADHD r i p his focus. He struggles to read other people’s emotions the most, and often runs them over with his own interests and need to be stimulated. Has wandered off from the group more than once when something’s caught his attnetion

- Smuggles himself onto Moxiety’s ship to escape the Sith occupation of his planet with vital information concerning the war

- Can occasionally be found in the back of the ship, tracing the stars in the direction of his home. Always when he’s alone though, because he feels like he can’t let the others know how scared and confused he is

- Logan confuses the hell out of him. He can’t even get the most basic read on his emotions or thoughts so he butts head with the Jedi without meaning to. Would adore having his approval and respect though

- Virgil seems strangely attracted to him?? He keeps leaning into Roman’s side?? Which Roman appreciates when he’s feeling so alone but at the same time?? Why?? (Heat + Light = Sun, and Virgil’s plant brain like)

- PATTON PISSES HIM OFF. He doesn’t grasp responsibility or the greater good at all, and doesn’t respect him and how dare he judge him without knowing him!! Roman’s doing what he thinks is right!!

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Royality Head Canons

Because my boys deserve all the love

*whispers* @wisepuma23 since I’m dragging you into this pit with me

-Roman offers to fight anything that upsets Patton. It makes Patton laugh but Roman is 100% serious. He once brandished his sword at a door that was accidentally slammed in Patton’s face

-They have a bucket list of “cute couple things” they want to do together. They tend to add more than they get through together, and they have just as much fun coming up with ideas as they do actually doing them

-The list currently has over fifty date ideas, not including the ones they’ve already fulfilled

-Patton enacted a standing bi-monthly date night after Roman got caught up in a quest and they didn’t see each other the entire time. Neither took it well. The date nights don’t have a set schedule, but they get together twice a month without fail.

-Patton writes Roman love letters when ever he goes off on his quests, long rambling awkward things that take up page after page. Roman adores them all. He bonds several together and keeps every last one on a bookshelf to read over later

-Roman’s spent many months trying to teach Patton how to dance. It’s not going so well, but they have a blast and often end up a laughing tangle of limbs on the floor so it works out for them

-They have more quiet moments than you’d think. Roman will wrap himself around Patton and hum the entire Disney anthology on Patton’s bad days. Patton will write everything he loves about Roman on Roman’s arm with his finger on Patton’s bad days, even if it takes hours

-Roman gets jealous of the love and attention that Patton gives the other two

-Patton worries that Roman loves the idea of a relationship, rather than him

-Prank wars are a thing

-As are nights of binge watching until 5am

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A Story of Death- Chapter 1: Darling Dove

Summary: Patton has been Virgil’s best friend since they meet in kindergarten. When he learned that he was his Guardian Angel, it was no surprise to Virgil. The two of them share a home, a business and someday, an altar. He was there for Patton the same way Patton was there for him. They would tear themselves apart for each other.

Things change when a new customer and a demon with old history with Patton arrive.

Heaven and Hell could come knocking, they were ready.

(They really weren’t)

Word Count: 4514

Pairings: Slow burn LAMP, Moxiety, Logicality

Tags: Depictions of Violence, Non-descriptive Beheading and Gore, Implied Manipulation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pining, Slowburn, Domestic Fluff, Jealousy

Notes: OK TAKE TWO HERE WE GO! Co-Written by the fabulous @wisepuma23!! 

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