give me prompts

I've basically already been writing fics on request so why not make a blog for it? I will only do Sanders Sides for now. If I don't like a ship I won't write for it.

[balabwrites]

For me?

Word count: 201

Virgil comes home from work and immediately wants to cuddle Patton. Patton knows he needs to take off his binder first.

Characters: Patton, Virgil

Relationship: romantic moxiety

Other tags: trans Virgil, fluff

Read it on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22295875

Virgil smiled as he leaned against Patton, his freckled boyfriend wrapped an arm around his shoulders as they snuggled closer on the couch.

Patton ran his hands through Virgil's hair as Virgil buried his face in Patton's chest.

"Sweetie?" Patton asked with a voice dripping with affection.

"Hm?" Virgil hummed, still burying his face in Patton's chest.

"Shouldn't you get changed out of your work clothes?"

"I'm too comfy," he said while closing his eyes and almost melting against Patton.

"At least take off your binder, it's definitely been more than seven hours."

"No," Virgil whined while dragging out the o sound, "I don't wanna."

"Please darling? For me?"

"Ugh, you know I'm weak to that," Virgil said as he rolled off the couch onto the floor. He sat up and took off his target shirt, revealing the purple binder beneath.

Patton giggled as Virgil gave him puppy eyes and raised his arms, he gently tugged the binder off of Virgil and stood up to throw it in the laundry. Coming back with Virgil's hoodie and lowering it over his head.

As he sat down Virgil latched onto his side again, closing his eyes half while tiredly giving Patton little kisses.

[balabwrites]

Ink and Roses pt. 6

Summary: Patton gets an unwelcome guest in his tattoo parlor and now has one more problem to deal with.

Characters: Patton, Logan, Deceit

Relationships: familial moceit, platonic logicality

Warnings: unsympathetic deceit, talk of tattoos

Read it on ao3: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19903126/chapters/51428092

Patton was wiping down the counter when the door opened.

"Welcome to the LeFleur tattoo parlor, how can I help…" before trailing off as he saw who it was.

"Why thank you for the warm welcome, brother."

The man standing in the doorway was wearing black with yellow accents. He had a short cape around his shoulders and a bowler hat on his head. Half of his face was covered by a snakeskin tattoo.

"What are you doing here Ethan?"

"My my, such hostility, I didn't think you had it in you Patton."

"What can I say? You were always an exception. Now what are you doing here?"

"Can't I just come to see my brother? You've been very sneaky, I'm lucky to have found you."

Patton was backing up, but stopped when he reached the counter.

"Maybe I was hiding for a reason."

"Dad has been very worried about you, you know."

"Dad doesn't care about me, you know that. Otherwise he wouldn't have done those things to me."

"Come on, you're just exaggerating, he wasn't that bad."

"You don't know what he did to me!"

"Then enlighten me, tell me what he's done."

"No, I won't. I separated myself from my past, and I don't need to get back into it. Now get out of my shop."

"You can't run from us forever, eventually you have to come back to us."

"I said out!" Patton held open the door and pointed outside, glaring at Ethan. Ethan simply held up his hands and left.

"I don't know what to do Logan. I don't want them to find me, but I can't just get up and leave now, I've built my life here."

Patton and Logan were sitting together on a couch in Logan's office. The normally upbeat man had gone to Logan after the encounter with his brother to seek comfort.

"Well, you don't need to hide from them, you're an adult nowadays."

"They don't care, they'll harass me regardless. It's not enough for them to disown me." Patton started pacing around the room.

"Patton, please, calm down. I'm sure you can work through this, if needs be you can obtain a restraining order."

"They'd find a way around that, I'm sure."

"Do not forget, you have a group of friends you can rely on. You have me, Remy, and I am certain that Virgil would also want to provide assistance if you asked him."

"Yeah, I guess you're right Logan. I'm just, frustrated."

"That is understandable, I will do my utmost best to assist you with that."

"Thanks, you know, for being here for me, and letting me vent." Patton smiled awkwardly at Logan.

"It is really no problem to me, now, should you not get back to your store? You have left it alone for nearly an hour now."

"You're right, bye Logan."

"Farewell Patton."

[balabwrites]

Like Father like Son

Word count: 679

Virgil gets stuck in his binder, Roman comes in and finds out he's trans, luckily for Virgil he can relate.   

Characters: Roman, Virgil

Relationships: Familial prinxiety

Other tags: trans Roman, trans Virgil, adoption, adopted Virgil, adoptive father Roman

Read it on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21490504

"Virgil?" Roman asked as he knocked on the others door. "It's dinner time, I made spaghetti."

"Coming!" Virgil yelled through the door. Roman was about to shrug when he heard a grunt and a loud thud.

"Virgil, you okay in there?" Roman asked through the door again.

"Yeah! I'm fine! Don't come in!" Virgil yelled back in a panicked tone. More thuds came through the door.

"I'm coming in," Roman said as he grabbed the doorknob. Slowly opening it and sticking his head through.

There, on the floor, was Virgil, his arms and head in what looked like a small top, but what was more surprising was that his chest seemed to have boobs. Roman walked over and grabbed Virgil's hands, gently pulling the top, which he now recognized as a binder, off of Virgil. Virgil was crying and hyperventilating.

"Virgil, remember your breathing, four seven eight, come on, you can do this." Roman began counting out loud, calmly but clearly. Virgil eventually started breathing more calmly.

"Come sit down with me," Roman said as he sat down on the bed of the teenager, patting the bed on his right side.

Virgil sat down on the bed but sat a bit away from his adoptive father.

"Why didn't you tell me you were trans?" Roman said, looking to the opposite wall.

"I didn't want you to hate me." Virgil said softly, holding his arms in front of his chest.

"I would never hate you. I adopted you because I love you."

"That would make you the only one."

"What do you mean?"

"No one seems to love me, all they do is ignore me or make fun of me."

"I would never make fun of you or ignore you, I'm your dad."

"Can we please not talk about this right now?" Virgil pulled his legs to his chest.

"Okay." Roman stood up and grabbed the discarded hoodie from the floor, handing it to Virgil who gladly took it and slipped it on.

"How long have you known you are trans?" Roman asked, sitting down on the chair at Virgil's desk.

"I've just felt my whole life that I was a boy, my biological dad was pretty accepting, even getting me my binder when puberty hit."

"Wait, how old is that binder?"

Virgil mumbled something into his knees.

"What was that?"

"Four years."

"Four yea-, Virgil that's too long, you must have grown since then, a too small binder can be dangerous. Please tell me you've been careful with binding too long."

"What counts as too long?"

"More than eight hours is too much, eight hours itself is already pushing it. Ideally you'd want to go six hours and not all days of the week."

"Uhm, I wear it whenever I am seen by other people?"

"That's too long. Wearing your binder too much can decrease your chances to get top surgery as it deforms your chest." Roman was truly fussing over Virgil.

"How do you know so much about binding anyways?" Virgil looked questioningly at Roman.

Roman sighed. "I guess I have to tell you now."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm trans too."

"What!"

"I started transitioning as soon as I turned 18 and could get out of the house. I never looked back."

"Again, what!"

Roman lifted his shirt to show his chest, two lines ran underneath his pecs.

"This is so much to take in," Virgil said as he held his head in his hands.

"I know, just take deep breaths."

"So, you've been trans all this time and I didn't know?"

"Surprise?" Roman looked apologetically at Virgil.

Just then Virgil's stomach rumbled.

"Oh! We forgot about dinner!" Roman shot upright as he remembered. "The spaghetti might still be warm."

"You go heat everything up again, I'll be down in a minute, gotta struggle into my binder again."

"Oh no, you are not wearing that binder any more today. Just wear a baggy hoodie. We are gonna get you a new one asap, one that fits better."

"Okay Dad." Virgil said though he smiled as he said it.

[balabwrites]

A nice conversation without sound

Word count: 825

Logan catches up with Roman and Virgil.

Characters: Logan, Roman, Virgil

Relationships: platonic Logan x Roman x Virgil

Other tags: deaf Virgil, homeless Virgil, homeless Roman, college student logan

Read it on ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"So, Lo, tell me how you're doing at school." Virgil signed. Logan held on to the warm cup of coffee in his hands for a moment longer before letting go to sign back.

"It's going okay, tests are coming up and I'm stressed." Virgil nodded.

Roman sat down next to Virgil with some pastries. Virgil's stomach started rumbling.

"You're hungry." Roman signed.

"How do you know?"

"Your stomach rumbled." Logan responded.

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"Right, sound, you guys can hear."

"Do you want some of my pastries?" Roman asked, sliding a cinnamon bun in front of him.

"What about you, aren't you hungry too?"

"I can also buy you some food. That way Roman doesn't have to give away his," Logan signed.

Virgil turned around in his seat and looked at the menu board above the counter.

Virgil turned back around and signed "I don't want to cost you money."

"I make enough money as a tutor. I can afford it."

Virgil chewed on his lip, an unsure look on his face.

"Please, I insist."

"Fine," Virgil signed back.

They both stood up and walked to the counter where Virgil pointed at a few things in the display case.

"Anything else?" The barista asked as they collected the pastries.

Logan tapped Virgil's shoulder softly and signed "do you want something to drink too?"

"Isn't that a but much?"

"Please, I insist."

"A hot chocolate." Virgil signed after a moment.

"One hot chocolate as well please." Logan said to the barista.

"Okay, that'll be nine dollars and fifty cents." They said while they typed the order in on their monitor. "Can I get a name with that?"

"Logan will do."

Virgil grabbed the pastries set down on the counter and carried them to the table where Roman was still sitting while Logan paid for them.

When Logan sat down again he turned to Roman.

"How is the shelter?" Logan asked.

"It's nice, Patton has been treating us well, we are really lucky he found us," he signed back. Virgil nodded, more focused on eating but paying half attention to the conversation.

"That's good, I'm glad you have a roof over your heads."

"For now, you never know when we get kicked out on the streets again," Virgil added.

"Patton is nice, he wouldn't," Roman defended the shelter owner, Virgil still looked sceptical.

"I have offered in the past but you can always stay at my place."

"Logan, you live in a college dorm," Roman responded.

"I have a couch and currently no roommate, that's technically space for two people."

"Technically," Virgil repeated, "meaning not really."

"I could move."

"We would never ask that of you," Roman signed.

"If you have a place to stay you could more easily get a job, you'd be able to get back on your feet again."

"Still, we'd be asking a lot from you," Virgil signed, finally done inhaling his food and able to dedicate the use of his hands to talking.

"We have been friends since elementary, you two have helped me out plenty of times."

"Like what?" Roman asked.

"When my parents kicked me out of the house you two practically fought for the right to let me stay at your houses. You used what little money you had to help me get into college."

"Okay okay, we get it. Still, wouldn't we be too much of a burden with your lessons and your tutoring and your studying?" Virgil asked.

"You wouldn't bother me at all, I'm gone for most of the day anyways because of exactly that."

"Thanks Logan, we'll keep it in mind, but for now we're good staying with Patton at the shelter."

"It really is pleasant being able to communicate clearly while it's so noisy in here," Logan signed.

"I get it, you can hear the background noise, no need to rub it in that I am deaf."

"Even if you weren't, being able to bounce ideas off of Logan without others overhearing or interrupting is pleasant, I'm glad we can sign," Roman signed.

"Well, I'm glad this thing that affects my entire life has been useful to you I guess."

"Aww, come on Virge, don't be like that. We still love you for who you are."

"Ew, feelings," Virgil signed, but he smiled softly while signing it.

Logan got up from his chair and stretched, turning back to the others he signed "Well, it's nice to catch up again, I have to go back and study some more. I'll see you two next week."

Roman also stood up and spread his arms wide, silently asking for a hug. Logan looked away but still hugged Roman. He looked back as he felt someone try to push their way into the middle, smiling down at Virgil who stubbornly pushed his way into the middle. Logan smiled, they had stayed together as a group through a lot, and if he had any choice they'd stay together for a lot longer.

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I’m sending you good vibes. The good vibes are coming your way. They’re approaching quickly now. You can try to hide and you can try to run but they will find you. Enjoy your good vibes.

[thatgaydemigodnerd]

Good vibes

Read it on ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships:

Platonic moxiety

Warnings: none (that I know of, if you want me to add anything ask me)

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Patton

Tags: Fluff, Virgil is in college, Patton may have broken the law a tiny bit, basically a shitpost fic

Virgil sighed as he got home. He was just done with all his classes for the day but he still had to do homework and also had upcoming exams to study for. Deciding to unwind a bit first he grabbed his phone and started texting Roman.

'Hey, I'm having a rough day today, I have a lot of school work left to do and people wouldn't stop bothering me today.'

'It kinda made me feel like I shouldn't be doing this, that I should just drop out of college because no one here wants me anyways.'

Virgil put down his phone for a while and laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and not thinking about anything. When his phone vibrated he checked the screen.

'I'm sending you good vibes. The good vibes are coming your way. They're approaching quickly now. Enjoy your good vibes.'

Virgil read the text again, unsure of what Roman meant. After a minute of trying to decipher the strange message he just sighed and sat at his desk to start on his homework. He could ask Roman about it later. Opening his laptop and beginning to write an essay.

Fifteen minutes later someone tried opening his door. Virgil looked up from laptop to look at the door, glad he locked it after coming home. But he got a lot more anxious when he heard the sound of someone inserting a key into the lock. Suddenly the door flew open and there stops Patton, cheeks flushed and breathing a little heavy, like he ran up the four flights of stairs to get to his dorm.

"Pat, what are you doing here? You live half an hour away."

"I heard you needed good vibes."

"Oh my god Patton, how fast did you even drive?"

"That's not important, I'm here now. We are gonna relax and there's nothing you can do about that."

Patton gently pulled Virgil out of his desk chair and towards the bed, Virgil didn't try to fight him.

"I guess this is my life now." Virgil said with a smile as Patton cuddled him on the bed.

[balabwrites]

The scientific approach for feelings

Logan seems to have feelings to Roman, Virgil suggests poetry.

Read it on ao3 here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Logan rapidly knocked on Virgil's door. Virgil, who had just woken up even though it's 2 in the morning, rubbed his eyes and blinked sleepily.

"Logan? What do you want."

"I require your assistance with an… issue I'm having."

"Alright, come inside," Virgil said as he turned around and left the door open. Logan closed it behind him as he entered.

Sitting down on the desk chair, Logan turned to Virgil who had stopped walking before his bed, choosing to fall on it instead.

"Whenever I am around Roman I seem to be unwell, I can not find any information about this anywhere and I am desperate for a solution."

"How exactly do you feel sick?"

"Beating heart, hot cheeks, sweaty palms, inability to focus."

Virgil blinked for a bit, trying to process what Logan was saying.

"Sounds like you got a crush."

"Interesting theory. What do you propose I do about it?"

"Well, how about you tell Roman you like him?"

"But how could I tell him if I can not think properly around him?"

"Maybe write it down? Roman is a sap, he'd like it if you wrote him a poem."

"Excuse me, a sap? Can you define that?"

"You know, someone who likes romantic gestures, like buying them roses or writing them a song."

Logan summoned an empty vocab card and concisely wrote down the word and its definition.

"Very well, I appreciate your help. I will be off now."

Logan looked at the paper in front of him, even though he has a strong appreciation for poetry, he still struggles with his words. He didn't understand all these feelings. But even he had to admit that spending time with Roman was pleasant, more pleasant than time with any of the other sides.

He looked back at the paper and grabbed a pen. He may not understand these feelings, those are more Romans terrain, but he did understand science and language, hell just have to put it in his terms.

Roman was just finishing up performing a daydream for Thomas, where in he defeats the fierce dragon and rescues the handsome prince from the crumbling castle. He rested his hands on his knees as he breathes for a while, sweat dripping down his face from exertion. As the surroundings dissolved he noticed Logan was standing to the side, holding a neatly folded piece of paper.

"Hey there Logan, come to check me out?" Roman teased. Logan seemed to be at a loss for words after that so he just held out the paper for Roman, who opened it too see Logan's ever so neat handwriting.

'Roman,

When I look at you, it feels like my heart palpitates. Even though as Thomas's sides we don't have hearts.

When I am with you, I seem to get a rush of oxytocin, even though I don't have the receptors for that, nor any other hormone.

When you smile at me, my stomach seems to go wild, even though I don't have one.

In other words, you are insufferable, but I yet, spending time with you is above enjoyable.'

Roman had to reread it several times, not sure if what he was reading was real.

"Logan, are you meaning to tell me you're in love with me?"

"If you want to use such simple terms, then yes, I suppose I am."

Logan barely had any time to think as Roman enveloped him in a hug.

"I love you too," Roman said after a minute.

"That certainly removes complication from this situation."

"What do you want to do? Should we date?"

"I don't see why we shouldn't? It would be beneficial for the both of us."

"Okay," Roman smiled, "then we are now dating." And he kissed Logan. And Logan, for once, didn't mind having feelings.

[balabwrites]

Could I have this dance with you?

Roman hosts a royal ball, but an unexpected visitor comes along and Roman ends up having a rather good time.

Read it on ao3 here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Roman was checking himself over in the mirror one last time, he was hosting a grand ball in the imagination, will all the royal and upper class residents of the realm. Sometimes he just wanted to feel more like a prince again.

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Deciding that his outfit, similar to his normal outfit but with a silver crown on top of his head, was in fact perfect, he went to the front door of his beautiful palace and opened the door. His lackeys checked with all the guests that they wore the golden brouche they received as invitation.

Leading the group of people to the ballroom with a wide laugh he spoke clearly, projecting his voice.

"Welcome everyone to tonight's grand ball! I am glad to host all of you in my palace tonight, and remember to have a good time!"

Walking into the throne of room which doubled as the ballroom, he shook hands with everyone who walked past, greeting them shortly.

Soon he walked to the middle of the room as the last guests arrived. The crowd parted before him and formed a large circle in the middle of the room, giving Roman plenty of space to look around.

"Who would like to start off the night by having the first dance with me?" Roman asked with a dazling smile.

"Why Roman, I'll gladly take that offer," said one voice over the cacophony of a the minor royalty begging for the dance with Roman.

"Then come out here and join me," Roman said looking in the direction of the voice.

Roman was surprised to see a familiar face emerge from the crowd, a face half covered in scales and one slitted eye, while the other had perfectly applied golden eyeshadow. His lips were also half gold, while the other half still kept that snake aesthetic. Deceit was wearing a red ball gown with golden lace and golden long sleeve gloves.

"I hadn't seen you come in Deceit, I didn't expect you to join me tonight." Roman grabbed Deceit's hand with left hand and put his right hand on Deceit's hip.

"Did you really think I'd miss a night like this? Where the majority poses as more important than they are? There are dukes and duchesses that act like they're kings and queens, this is exactly my crowd." Deceit put his left hand on Romans shoulder and the two began a slow waltz around the circle formed by the crowd as the orchestra started playing.

"I suppose you're right there, but are you sure there isn't another reason for your appearance?" Roman smiles charmingly, stepping to the music with practised ease.

"I must admit Roman, you throw some great parties. I needed a night to wind down and have some fun." More people began to join the two on the dance floor, surrounding them with other dancing guests.

"Well, I hope I can provide what you are looking for." Roman smiled charmingly, but this time Deceit knew it was genuine, meant only for him.

As the orchestra started a new song the two danced to the edge of the dance floor, where a large table with drinks and food was set up. Letting go of each other Roman handed Deceit a drink.

"I must say, your scales look lovely tonight." Roman grabbed another drink and took a sip.

"Why thank you, I'm so glad you noticed. I polishes them especially for tonight. I have to look my absolute best of course."

"I'm glad you put in the effort. This took a lot to set up."

"I know the standards you have, and I did not want to disappoint."

Roman continued to sip his drink, thinking about how the night has gone so far.

Looking at his watch he noticed the time was approaching twelve o'clock. Waiting patiently for the orchestra to finish their song he motioned to the conductor to stop playing. Stepping on the podium above the crowd he smiled widely once again, with less charm than the smile he gave Deceit.

"Esteemed guests, the end of the evening is almost upon us, if you would please follow me to the gardens we have a final display set up for you." He stepped off the podium and walked to Deceit, grabbing his hand.

"Follow me, you're gonna like this," he said with a smile.

The lackeys opened the balcony doors and the guests slowly walked down the large stairs into the neatly kept garden with all its paths and sculptures. Roman lead Deceit down a path to a small wooden bench surrounded by some trees, with a clear view of the night sky above it. Deceit settled on the bench appreciating the stars on the warm summer evening when the light lit up with bright colors, followed by a loud bang and a crackling effect. Deceit watched in awe as fireworks followed each other for a dazzling display of colors.

Roman, still holding Deceit's hand smiles softly as Deceit's mouth opened a little in awe at the display, he hadn't realized how much fun he had had but now that he looked at Deceit, he couldn't help but remember. Tapping lightly on his shoulder, Deceit looked over and made a surprised noise when Roman kissed him before kissing him back.

[balabwrites]

The Logic of a Snakes Feelings

Read it on ao3 here:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Logan was sitting upright on the couch, reading a book. Deceit was laying with his head on Logan's lap while he stared at the TV, not really paying attention. Deceit couldn't help but smile as he spent time with Logan.

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He frowned, he didn't usually smile, the action was foreign to him. It left his cheek muscles aching.

"Logan, we might not have any problem at all."

"What would be that problem Deceit?" Logan said as he grabbed a bookmark and out it between the pages of his book.

"Feelings."

"Oh no, feelings."

"Being with you seems to make me miserable."

"I must say, I also rather enjoy spending time with you." Deceit grabbed the TV remote and turned off the TV, sitting upright, as Logan laid his book away.

"Spending time with you isn't easier than the other sides."

"I concur, the other sides can be quite tiresome to handle. You, meanwhile, know how to behave yourself."

"I'm not flattered." Deceit deadpanned.

"Perhaps, if the feelings of appreciation are mutual, we should make our relationship more official."

"You mean we don't start dating?" Deceit asked surprised, it did seem like the most logical conclusion to him too, but it was kind of out of nowhere.

"That is one possibility. Another would be for us to become queer platonic partners, if you would prefer that."

Deceit started blushing a bit. "That doesn't sound lovely."

"Which option, the romantic relationship or the queer platonic relationship?"

"Definitely not the last one."

"Very well then, I presume this makes us official? What did Virgil say our relationship name would be?"

Deceit scratched the scales on his face absentmindedly. "I definitely know what a relationship name is."

"Virgil explained it to mean what our relationship would be called if we did end up making it official. If I recall correctly, which is most likely, then he said it was 'Lociet.'"

"That sounds awful and I hate it."

"I agree, it is indeed quite nice."

Deceit didn't say anything more, he just leaned against Logan and rested his head on his shoulder. He could get used to this.

[balabwrites]

Ink and Roses pt.5

Read it on ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Roman had delivered his design for Valerie's tattoo as he promised and he stayed in Patton's shop, continuing to draw various other drawings. Valerie arrived later that afternoon, and Patton was exited to show her the drawing. It had a strip of paper with the name Susan written on it in readable cursive, with roses in various colors of red on the top and bottom.

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"I absolutely love it!"

"You should thank Roman, he's the one that made it."

Valerie turned around to Roman, who was still sitting on the couch. He had looked up from his notepad and was smiling.

"Come here and let me hug you. It's beautiful."

Roman stood up and hugged Valerie, though he pulled away quickly. "Sorry, I'm not very used to positive attention."

"Kiddo," Patton said with concern.

"It's okay though, I'm used to it."

"That's not okay kid, but it can be fixed," Valerie said.

"I don't mind much, you know. I can live with it."

"That doesn't mean you have to."

"Let's focus back on the tattoo, when are you gonna do it mister Patton?" Roman said.

"I was planning on doing it now, if that's okay with Valerie?"

"Yeah, that's fine by me." 

"Can I watch?" Roman asked excitedly.

"Sorry kiddo, but no. I have to concentrate, this is an intricate tattoo. Though if you can please stick around untill after it's done. I still have to pay you."

"I didn't do this for pay, mister Patton."

"That doesn't matter kiddo. I'm making money off of your design, you deserve a cut of the profits."

"So, where are you taking me?" Virgil asked as he met with Patton in front of his shop.

"My roommate works at a cafe in the mall. They stay open untill late in the evening."

"Again, I don't drink coffee."

"They also have tea or hot chocolate, it's not just coffee."

"Okay…"

"Come on, it's by the entrance."

Patton held open the door for Virgil and walked in after him.

"Hey, Pat. Didn't expect to see you here," Remy said from the counter.

"Hey Rem. Yeah, I decided to come here. You make some great drinks."

"And this must be Virgil. I hope you'll have a nice date."

Virgil blushed very red at that.

"Date? Who said anything about a date?"

"Patton told me this was a date?"

"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be!" Patton said hurriedly, "It just seemed like a date to me."

"Let's just keep it as getting a coffee for now."

"I can work with that."

Remy smiled. "What can I get you two?"

"I'll have an espresso," Patton said.

"I'll have some tea."

"What blend, honey?"

"Earl gray?"

"Coming right up."

Patton pointed at a table to the side and sat down with Virgil sitting opposite of him.

"Why don't you drink coffee?" Patton asked, resting his hands on the table.

"It doesn't go well with my anxiety."

"Yeah, I get that. It sucks that you have to deal with that."

Just then, Remy brought the two their drinks, for which Patton was very grateful because he didn't know what to say and it was getting very awkward.

"I have to go to the toilet," Virgil said and got up.

Patton made sure he was in the stall and then he waved Remy over. "Rem, this is a disaster. I don't know what to say."

"You said he cares about his flowers right? Ask about them. They're clearly an interest of his."

"But what about after that? What if he can't fill the time with just that?"

"Then talk about your own interests. Don't let him do all the talking."

Remy walked back behind the counter and Virgil came back from the toilet.

"So, why did you start working at Logan's shop?" Patton asked as he stirred his espresso. It didn't need stirring, but he wanted to do something with his hands.

"Well, my mom used to have lots of flowers in the house. She loved having the color and smell around. When I got anxious I would play with the flowers. Feeling the texture of their petals under my fingertips would calm me down. Over the years I got pretty good with flowers, and I knew I wanted to make them my job." As Virgil talked he relaxed in his chair, and even got a small smile on his face.

"That's so sweet."

"And you, why do you own the LeFleur tattoo parlor?"

"I got my first tattoo when I was young, I had designed it myself. When I showed the tattoo artist they were clearly impressed, and they offered me a job. I took it gladly. Under their training I learned to design tattoos for various requests customers had. Eventually they let me try tattooing some of my designs too, if they were simple enough. But eventually the parlor got a new owner, the old one had decided to retire. The new owner was a jerk. We didn't agree on most things and he halted my training. It was only because the older members of staff sticking up for me that I was able to keep my job and keep training. He would have fired me if it weren't for them. But after a few more years dealing with him and completing my training it really was too much. Someone came in with his own design, but it showed a gay couple getting beat up. I refused, and the owner got mad at me. He wanted me to take the job. I quit on the spot."

"Oh, that sucks."

"But it's better now. I found an empty lot in the mall and made it my own. I can set my own rules now."

"Isn't it a lot of work, doing it alone?"

"It is, but I'm not much of a leader. I wouldn't want to hire some employees and then have them be disorganized and such."

"I understand, I myself wouldn't be able to lead other people. My anxiety would go wild. I'm glad to have Logan as a boss."

"Yeah, Logan is good at the business part, but he isn't very good at the flower thing. He's very glad that you're here now," Patton chuckled.

And they went on like that for another half hour, both going home at the end knowing the other better.

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Ink and Roses pt.4

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Patton was sweeping the shop floor, getting ready to close for the night, when Virgil knocked on the front door. He had taken off his apron and was instead wearing a gray hoodie with plaid patches sewed on. It looked like he made it himself.

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"I wanted to thank you myself for helping me," he said, not looking Patton in the eyes, "so thank you."

"It really was no problem, and I love the bouquet you made for the shop."

"I am sorry you had to see me like that. I should have just internalized it."

Patton got very concerned and put his broom away in the closet. "No you didn't. It's not forbidden to have a panic attack. You were pushed to your limits and that's not your fault."

Virgil seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Also, you can always come to me. You never have to apologise for asking me for help. I'll always help you."

"Could you stop?" Virgil asked.

Patton stared at Virgil, who still didn't meet his eyes.

"I get it. Can you just drop it now? I don't want to talk about it. I just came to say thank you and sorry."

"Oh my God, I am so sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Virgil hesitated.

"Nothing big, just, let me take you out for coffee or something."

"I don't really drink coffee."

"That would fall under the 'or something' then."

"Sure."

Patton opened the door of his apartment and threw himself on his couch, burying his face in the cushions.

"Hey Pat, how was work?" His roommate, Remy, said.

"I think I got a date," Patton said as he looked up from the couch, resting his head on his hand.

"Ooh girl, do tell."

"It's Virgil, my coworker from the flower shop owned by Logan. He had a panic attack today and I helped him with it. When he came over at closing time to thank me, I made things awkward so I invited him out for coffee or something to make it up to him."

"Good job Pat, getting yourself some man." 

"It's not like that, we're just friends!" Patton buried his face in the couch again to stop Remy from seeing his blush. It didn't work.

"Ooh, someone's got a crush on Virgil." 

"No I don't! Shut up!"

"Come on babe, it's clear. Now spill the tea, what's so great about this Virgil?"

Patton sighed and realized that Remy wouldn't stop bothering him about it untill he started talking. "Well, first of all, he's so careful with the flowers. I think I even saw him talking to them once while I walked past the shop. Also, he's so sensitive. He's not afraid to show that he cares about people or the flowers. He made me a bouquet as a thanks today as well as physically showing up to the shop to thank me."

"And is he cute?" Remy wiggled his eyebrows.

"Kind of. To be honest I hadn't thought about wether he was cute. I didn't really know him yet."

"That doesn't answer my question, is he cute?"

"I guess he is? It doesn't really matter much to me," Patton shrugged.

"Have fun on your date, and don't get too hasty with him."

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Ink and Roses pt.3

Read it on ao3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Patton stretched as he looked at the boxes that were delivered in the delivery area behind the shops. He had needed more needles and colored ink. Suddenly, he heard some panicked breathing. Looking around, he saw Virgil leaning against the wall with one hand and clutching his face with the other. He was shaking heavily and there was a small puddle of tears on the floor. Patton carefully got closer, realizing Virgil was probably in a panic attack.

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"Hey there Virgil, it's me, Patton, I'm gonna help you okay?"

Virgil didn't seem to respond to him so Patton continued.

"I need you to focus on my voice. I'm here, focus on that." Virgil seemed to shift ever so slightly towards Patton so Patton kept going.

"I need you to try and hold your breath for a bit. Don't worry about taking a deep breath, just hold your breath for a little bit."

Virgil clamped his lips on each other but breathed out again after a second.

"Very good, now try it again. Hold your breath."

Virgil once again stopped breathing, lasting a little longer this time.

"Very good. Now we're gonna try breathing in before you hold your breath."

Virgil shakily breathed in and held his breath again.

The two kept going like that untill Virgil was breathing normally.

"That's good, there you go. Can I touch you?"

Virgil shakily nodded. Patton reached for Virgil's hand and out it over his heart so Virgil could feel his heartbeat.

"It's okay. You're safe. I'm here."

Virgil sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. Patton sat down next to him. 

"How are you feeling now?"

"Tired," Virgil said as he leaned against Patton's shoulder. Patton just ran his fingers through Virgil's hair, which was easy as he was half a head taller than Virgil.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"A customer came in, and she kept accusing me of so many things. That I wasn't holding the flowers right, that I wasn't wrapping them right, that I had gotten the wrong kind of flowers, or that I was making the price higher. I couldn't handle it so I hid from her here. Logan is gonna be mad. I left a paying customer behind because I was just pathetic. I'm gonna have to find a new job again, oh god." Virgil was beginning to breathe more erratically again.

"Virgil, I know Logan. If he gets mad it would be at the customer. He's not gonna fire you, you are good with flowers and he knows that."

"But, I still left a paying customer behind."

"You were having a panic attack, of course you're allowed to leave."

"Thanks. You know, for helping me," Virgil said and smiled awkwardly.

"It really is no problem kiddo, I love helping people."

Logan knocked on Patton's shop door and walked in, greeting Patton concisely.

"I must thank you for helping Virgil out of his panic attack. I would not have known what to do. My extrapersonal skills are not the strongest."

"It really was no bother to me Logan. I'm just glad I was able to help Virgil."

"Yes, indeed. Sadly Virgil has issues with anxiety. He had said that he would be able to handle normal customers but occasionally there will be some which are simply too much to handle."

"Yeah, I get that. What happened to that customer after Virgil left?"

"When Virgil removed himself from her vicinity she began yelling. This made me come out if my office and notice Virgil running out to the delivery area and an angry customer. I simply connected the dots and concluded that she had caused distress in Virgil. I berated her and sent her away without the flowers for which she had come."

"I can't imagine that she took that well."

"Oh no, she didn't. She started yelling at me at how I did not know how to run a business or how to choose proper employees. I simply banned her from my shop. I had to call the mall security because she refused to leave without her desired flowers."

"I don't know how I would've dealt with someone like that. She sounds like a real bitch."

"I do not see what female dogs have to do with this situation."

"That's not what… you know what, never mind."

"Anyways, I wanted to give you this as a thank you." Logan put a vase with a beautiful bouquet of various flowers, consisting of mainly warm colors but having some smaller blue flowers mixed in for contrast. Patton gasped and smiled, rushing around the counter and hugging Logan before stepping away and smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, I got excited."

"It is quite alright Patton, I do not mind you embracing me, especially not if it is as a thank you for something. Human contact has been shown to be beneficial in numerous ways."

"I guess you could say…" Patton began with a mischievous smile.

"Don't,"

"That that's really touching news!" Patton grinned at his own joke while Logan just sighed.

[balabwrites]

Ink and Roses pt.2

Read it on ao3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Patton was wiping down the counter with some disinfectant when Roman walked in. He had a slightly nervous smile to him but still sat down on the chairs in the shopfront. He pulled out a notebook and a pack of coloured pencils and began drawing.

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Patton looked over his shoulder at the design he was drawing some sort of emblem. It was in the shape of a shield and had a castle in the centre with a sun above it and some water below it. Even though it was only still a rough sketch, Patton could quite clearly see what it was gonna look like. "That's really good, I didn't know you were such an artist."

Roman blushed a little and looked away from Patton, and Patton just smiled more. "I really like the fairytale aesthetic this is giving off, it's almost right out of a Disney film."

"That is kinda what I was going for. Disney has been a big inspiration in my life, and I have basically all the movies on DVD. I spent my childhood watching them over and over again."

"That's cool. I've seen some of the movies but I'm not as passionate about them as you are."

"I was kind of thinking of making this another tattoo, but on my other arm. I wanted to do the crown to see what it's like to have tattoos, and I really like it."

"I'll be happy to help you get that tattoo, but you'd need to finish your design first." Roman nodded and went back to his drawing.

"So, mister Patton, why did you open your own tattoo parlor, and why don't you have other people work here?" Roman asked, still sketching in his notebook.

"Well that's simple, I've always liked tattoos, and I got some as soon as I could. When I had to find a job I decided to work at the tattoo shop I went to, learning under them how to design tattoos and how to put them on people's skin. But the parlor I worked at got a new owner and we didn't see eye to eye on everything, so I looked around to find a place for myself. I found this empty shop front, took a loan from the bank, and here we are." Patton spread his arms, looking around his shop. The walls were spray painted with various designs. He had payed some graffiti artists to decorate his walls after he bought the shop because he couldn't stand looking at the full white and gray they used to be.

Roman had stopped drawing and was staring at Patton, a smile on his lips.

"As for why I don't have any employees is because I don't think I'm cut out to be a leader. Besides, I've run this place on my own for five years now, I have learned to manage the shop on my own."

"Doesn't that get stressful? I can't imagine what it's like to have to do everything yourself." 

"It's fine, I don't get so many people here that I can't do it alone, though sometimes it does get lonely."

"Did you come up with all the designs here?" Roman asked looking at the various colages of tattoo designs on the walls.

"Yep, though sometimes people come in with their own design, like you. And sometimes they call and get a new custom design made. I'll be busy for about a week then."

"Do you ever refuse to do tattoos?"

"Oh, yeah, when they advocate hate speech. I've had to turn down a lot of Nazi symbols sadly."

Just then the door opened and a new customer walked in. She had brown hair that fell onto her back and wore a baby pink shirt over a pair of jeans.

"Good afternoon ma'am, how may I help you?" Patton said as he smiled cheerily.

"I'd like a pound of butter," she said with a mischievous smile. "No, I want a tattoo of course."

"Of course, do you have a design in mind, do you want to choose a design from the wall, or do you want a design custom made?"

"I'd like to have a custom tattoo please. My mother died and her favorite flowers have always been roses. I'd like to get a tattoo to remember her by using her favorite flower."

Patton smiled softly. "That's beautiful."

Just then Roman spoke up "Can I design it mister Patton? I'd love to contribute to something so beautiful and filled with love."

Patton blinked surprised at Roman but turned to the new customer anyways. "What do you think, it's your tattoo."

"Sure, I'd love to encourage up and coming artists. Show me what you got kid."

Roman excitedly gave her the leather bound notebook, which was about halfway filled with various drawings. Some in black and white, some in color pencils, some even with black ink lines.

"Wow kid, I'm impressed. You definitely can get the job. I'd like it to have the name Susan on there and roses as I said before, but for the rest you have free reign." Roman got an exited look in his eyes and nodded.

"Roman, how long do you think you need to finish that design?" Patton asked, smiling at the interaction between the two.

"I think it can be done in a week, it doesn't seem too hard."

"Great, you can bring it to me whenever it's done and this lovely lady can come over in a week's time so I can show it to her."

"That sounds like an agreeable situation," she said.

"Then that's settled, what is your name miss, if I may ask?"

"It's Valery."

"Well then, I hope I see you again Valery."

"Me too mister LeFleur."

"Please, call me Patton."

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Ink and Roses pt.1

This is a moxiety flower shop tattoo shop au, but it has Patton owning the tattoo shop at the mall and Virgil being newly hired at the flower shop next door.

Tw: talk of tattoos, talk of needles

Patton finished the tattoo. It was a simple enough design from a guy that barely seemed old enough to be in his shop, with his beard barely shining through and his short brown curls, but his ID showed that he was a few days over eighteen years old. Patton still sent him home to think about it and told him to come back the next morning if he was sure, which he did. He had brought a notebook showing the design he wanted, it was a simple stylised crown consisting of a rectangular base with three triangles on top. It was black and white on his upper arm. 

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“There, all done," Patton said with a smile as he wiped the excess ink away and took the used needle out of the tattoo gun. Grabbing some Saran wrap, he put some antibacterial salve over the fresh tattoo and covered it with the plastic. “Make sure to keep it covered for another two or three hours, then wash it with lukewarm water. Also you need this antibacterial salve for it to stop it from getting infected," Patton said as he grabbed a tube from the counter.

Patton typed away at the computer and pushed the credit card reader towards the young man in front of him. "That will be 75 dollars," The brunet held his credit card against the chip reader.

"So kiddo, what's your name?" Patton said as he leaned on the counter, resting his head on his fist.

"I'm Roman," He said with a bright smile.

"Nice to meet you Roman. You're always welcome in my shop, even if you just need a quiet space."

"Thanks mister le Fleur."

"Oh please, you don't have to be so formal, call me Patton."

"Ok mister Patton."

Patton smiled sweetly at Roman as he held the door open for him, fondly watching him walk away as he excitedly tapped away on his phone.

Seeing there were no more customers for a few hours, he decided to close shop and walk around to get some inspiration for new designs. Hanging up a sign saying that he'll be back soon, he locked the doors and turned around, stretching his arms. He walked past Logan's shop next door and decided to look at the flowers there. It was always relaxing to be surrounded by plants and also a great source of inspiration.

"Good morning, how can I help you?" An unfamiliar voice greeted him. Patton looked up to see a new someone stood there. He seemed to be in his early thirties with straight black hair, very pale skin, and was wearing a black apron with the store logo printed on the front over a black shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

"I don't think we have met, hi, my name's Patton, I work next door at the tattoo parlor," Patton said cheerily as he held out his hand for a handshake.

"Hi, I'm Virgil," he said softly. Patton noticed he repeatedly grabbed and let go of his apron.

"I'm gonna go look around to get some inspiration for new flower designs, I'll let you know if I need anything. It was nice meeting you," Patton smiled sweetly and started walking through the store, smelling the roses and admiring the lilies.

He found Logan with a clipboard counting the tulips. "So, Logan, you hired someone new?" He said while standing next to his friend. He was wearing the same kind of glasses as Patton was and was wearing a black shirt with the company logo on the right of his chest and tan pants with a dark blue tie around his neck.

"Greetings Patton, I did indeed hire a new employee. I myself do not have the same passion for flowers as Virgil does, nor is it easy to run a business by myself. While he is helping customers I can focus on doing the finances of the store and ordering more flowers. It truly is ideal."

"So what is he like?"

"He can be quite shy and is often nervous, but can hold his own when dealing with customers. Additionally, he is quite good with making flower arrangements. That is the primary reason I hired him."

"Sounds like he's a good kiddo."

"Patton, Virgil is a year older than you are."

"Well, I should be getting back to my shop, I can't leave it alone for too long, might lose some customers," Patton waves happily at Logan.

"You know, you could hire someone yourself so you do not have to close your shop every time you go somewhere," Logan suggested.

"I don't know Logan, I'm not much for being someone's boss, you know I'm a pushover."

"All humans are easy to push over. Evolutionarily we made a bad transitions from quadrupeds to bipeds and we are still paying the price for it," Patton looked like he wanted to respond but he thought better of it and went back to his own shop.