No One Can Write The Story You Can

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Those Who Hate Los Angeles Have Never Been In Love

Pairing: Prinxiety  Genre: Angst He was bright and joyous, and… loud. God, he didn’t realize how *loud* one person could be until now, it was surprising, but even more surprising was how much it didn’t bother Virgil.  They met at midnight. He was so bright even when the sky was dark and the stars were hidden behind the bright lights of Los Angeles. Virgil always found that sickeningly funny. people came here to become stars, and by doing so they flood out the other stars around them. it’s a selfish game. which is probably why Virgil fit in so well here.  They met at midnight, and Roman Prince was brighter than the street lights and the headlights and far brighter than him. and he was lost. *loudly* asking Virgil directions from the other side of the road. neither of them had a car. Virgil preferred to walk anyways.  Roman had asked him for directions. and even as every cell in Virgil’s body told him to walk the other way. Something about Roman pulled him in, pulled him across the road. really they were going the same way anyway.  Which is how Virgil found himself here. sitting in an empty hotel room. God, he hatted Los Angeles.  They walked for hours it seemed. and it might have been the easiest night of Virgil’s life. something about *him* was just so contagious. they way he looked at Virgil, the way he laughed at ever dark joke Virgil mumbled half under his breath. Roman talked like they had known each other their whole lives.  “I’m going to be huge,” Roman said as they were growing closer to their destination. a shitty dingy motel that Virgil knew well enough. it was not the kind of place he would see someone like Roman staying. “That’s why I’m here. I’m gonna catch my break and then I’m going to explode. you’re gonna see me everywhere.”  Virgil had heard it all before. its why people came to this shit hole.  But there was something in Romans eyes when he said it that made Virgil actually believe it.  “you’ll catch your break too,” Roman said suddenly as the motel came into view. Virgil snorted.  “I’m not going to catch anything Princey. that’s not the life I’m about” Virgil said rolling his eyes and stoping in his spot. “That’s you,” he said motioning to the motel sign. he didn’t like the way this felt. the way Roman made him feel. it was a feeling he avoided. and he knew if he followed Roman the rest of the way there he wouldn’t escape it.  Roman stopped too and While Virgil wasn’t looking at him, he could feel Romans eyes on him.  “This could be the best night of your life if you let it be.” and it caught Virgil’s attention. pulling his eyes to settle back on Roman. it was the first thing roman had whispered. the first thing he hadn’t shouted since they met.  “What.. What is that supposed to mean?” Virgil asked his voice wavering slightly.  “You could come with me. for tonight, for every night.” a blush crept up Virgil’s cheeks and he took a step backward, when had they gotten so close? “You feel it too, I know you do. we could fall in love. so easily if you let your guard down just a little bit.” Virgil shook his head half a humorless chuckle on his lips.  “We just met Princey. I’m not going to follow you into a shit motel room. I’m not that kind of guy.”  “That’s, that’s not what I meant.” Roman said “I chose this motel on purpose, it has a great view of the Hollywood sign, we can just talk. it’s far too late to get any kind of sleep before my first call in the morning. we can talk and this could be something so much bigger than one night.”  God only knows why Virgil followed Roman. why he said yes. this couldn’t be anything.  but Roman was true to his word. The view was decent. and they talked. they talked about their lives before this night. they talked about high school and their families. bout Romans unaccepting mother, and the scars Virgil had as souvenirs from his father. They talked about Romans best friend Logan. and Virgil’s brother Patton. they talked. and talked. and sometimes they cried.  and then the Sun poured into their room. Virgil saw the dust motes swirling in the rays of lights. the light-flooded over them and it was like a switch was flipped.  Then Roman’s alarm went off. and it was like the spell had been broken. but Roman didn’t seem to notice this. he turned his alarm off and grinned brighter than the sun.  “I have to go, will you? be here?” and the way he asked told Virgil that Roman knew.  “Yeah,” Virgil said quiet enough the crack in his voice wouldn’t be heard.  Virgil sat there a while longer after the door slammed shut behind Roman. and for a moment he could see exactly what Roman saw. for a moment he could see everything that they could be. and he could see exactly where he’d get hurt.  Roman had insisted it was impossible to hate the city. that if you hate Los Angeles you’ve never been in love. Virgil had laughed at him then. Virgil wasn’t so much laughing now.  he dug out a note pad out of the nightstand. he had to scribble along the corners to get the pen to work and then he wrote in his messy handwriting “I hate Los Angeles”  And then he left.  Tag List:

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so.... i wrote a decent sized fic about Dlamp and Virgil getting sick and dying awhile ago. like months ago and im finally done with it but... i mean... it seems a bit insensitive now tbh i say as an Angst writer. 

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Dee’s Birthday

Author Note: sympathetic Remus uses he/him and they/them pronouns. 

romantic patton/dee/virgil platonic Dee and Remus  brotherly analogical Remus wanted to be the first one to do something for Dee’s Birthday. So they snuck into his best friend’s room and waited by their bed as the clock ticked down to midnight, the glowing neon green numbers illuminating the dark room. The second the numbers flashed 12:00, they jumped up, screaming at the top of his lungs. Nothing intelligible, just pure shrieking as they threw handfuls of torn-up paper over his once sleeping friend. 

Their friend, who is now wide awake, clutching at their chest as they tried to collect themself. They were ready to be angry. But when they looked up at Remus standing there giggling behind his hands and bouncing in place, how could they be mad?

So what really is there to do but hold up the blankets and pull their bouncing friend into bed with them? That way, they could at least get some sleep tonight. As it stood it took Remus a full hour to calm down from the excitement enough to cuddle into Dee’s side and settle into sleep. 

Patton, being one of Dee’s boyfriends, was in a race with their other partner to get to be the first to do something wonderful for Dee. He let himself quietly into his partner’s apartment with enough breakfast in tow to feed the entire neighborhood. Which should be just enough to feed them even after Dee’s roommate, and best friend, tore through more than half of it. 

Patton took his time setting the table for four, knowing his boyfriend would be along any minute. Just as Patton was setting the fresh bouquet of sunflowers in the center of the table, he heard the door open, and his lips quirked up. He was right on time. 

Virgil knew Patton was already here before he could even get the door open to smell his boyfriends cooking. Patton’s cooking was truly one of the world’s greatest wonders. But Virgil just knew he would win this year anyway. Virgil kept walking right past the kitchen and into the small living room, where he carefully let out the mother of all gifts. Virgil grinned at how beautiful she was. 

“What-what, what’s that?!” Patton asked suddenly behind Virgil, making him jump. Virgil spun, standing to face Patton. 

“Shhhh, you’re gonna ruin the surprise!” Virgil stage whispered. 

“That’s, Virgil, that’s a…” 

“Snake! Yeah! It’s Dee’s favorite snake! Isn’t she pretty?” Virgil was grinning, obviously proud of himself, and Patton had to admit it was the perfect gift for their partner. So Patton pushed aside his fear of this particular species in favor of encouraging his boyfriend. 

“Dee’s gonna love her Vee,” Patton’s heart melted at the way Virgil grinned. 

“You really think so?” He asked, leaning against Patton, who as the shortest of the two had to somewhat brace himself to hold them both up. 

“I know so,” Patton kissed the top of Virgil’s head. “You know what else I know?” 

“Hmm?”  Virgil hummed in question. 

“I got here first!” Patton said, breaking away from the hug, albeit reluctantly, before sprinting down the hallway. 

“Hey!” Virgil called, taking a moment to regain his balance before bounding after him, making up the distance easily with his long legs. He caught up to Patton in less than three steps, quickly wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist, lifting him up and out of his way. He slipped through the bedroom door a fraction of a second sooner than Patton, his boyfriend right behind him as they snuck in, trying to swallow their giggles. Once inside, they saw their partner fast asleep, half-wrapped around their roommate,  both of them covered in what looked like scraps of paper. 

“Awwww!” Patton couldn’t help cooing at the adorable sight. 

“Pat,” Virgil whispered, “You’re gonna wake them up.” 

“Mmm too late,” Dee’s sleepy voice filled the room. 

“We made you breakfast,” Patton said, all thoughts of the competition between him and Virgil disappearing. 

“And got you a present,” Virgil added, the both of them brimming with excitement. 

Dee couldn’t help but feel content, sliding out of their warm bed and crossing the room to take both their boyfriends by their hands. 

Remus hadn’t stirred once as Dee got out of bed, but now that the bed was empty, they huffed in his sleep and rolled over, causing the three partners to grin at each other before heading back to the living room. 

“See, I told you he’d like it,” Patton whispered, Virgil’s arms wrapped around him as they leaned against the doorway together watching as Dee sat cross-legged on the living room floor. Their attention was entirely focused on the snake slithering into their lap. The goal was breakfast, but the moment they passed the living room, Dee noticed the snake’s enclosure sitting in the living room with a huge yellow bow taped to the side of the tank. 

It was about then when they were joined by an excited Remus. 

“Awwww, Dede, why didn’t you tell me the boys were here already!!!! Did I miss breakfast??? You know I love it when Patty cooks!!” Remus whined, causing everyone to roll their eyes lovingly at him.

“Aw well, don’t you worry honeycakes, breakfast is still on the table.” 

Remus grinned and bounced over to Patton, kissing him right on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. 

“Pfft, we better join him, or we won’t have any left,” Virgil said around a chuckle, “Dee? Breakfast?” Virgil called, gaining his partner’s attention. “Pat made your favorite.” 

Dee looked over their shoulder at their boyfriends, they could hear Remus in the kitchen, undoubtedly making a mess. There was a snake in their lap and there was maybe only one thing left that would make this day any better. They got up and slid into their boyfriends’ arms again. 

“Happy birthday,” Patton and Virgil both said 

“Mm, I love you,” Dee said in response. 

“So,” Virgil said after they’d all sufficiently stuffed themselves and moved into the living room to give Dee more room to get to know their snake better, “I guess Remus won?” 

“You bet I did!” Remus announced bouncing in place, giddy all over again. 

“Oh? The super-secret competition to see who could give me a birthday gift first?” Dee asked from their spot on the floor. They looked over to see their boyfriends shocked into silence, of course, they weren’t exactly supposed to know about that little tradition of theirs.

 “Actually,” Dee continued, not giving anyone time to jump in with questions, “I won.” 

“How can you surprise yourself for your birthday?” Virgil asked, confused. 

“Well, I wasn’t trying to surprise myself, rather I was aiming to surprise you,” Dee said, looking right at Virgil. 

“What, what do you mean, you didn’t surprise me? it’s not my birthday?” The smallest hint of anxiety was starting to crawl up Virgil’s spine. 

“They called me,” a new voice said from the doorway. Virgil looked up quickly, turning to see his brother standing in the doorway, who he hadn’t seen in many years since their parents split them up as kids. 

“Lo.. Logan?“ Virgil asked, voice stripped. 

"Hello, little brother.” Logan, for all he tried to seem put together, was shaking on the inside. 

After a few seconds of frozen shock, Virgil was climbing over the back of the couch, throwing himself at his brother, not bothering to hold back tears. 

“I never thought I’d see you again!” Virgil cried into Logan’s shoulder as logans arms circled around him. 

“I never stopped looking for you,” Logan whispered into Virgil’s hair as they held each other. 

Patton moved to stand next to Dee, wrapping his arms around them. Patton was easily touched by the smallest of things, and this was nothing small so he didn’t even bother trying to hold back tears seeing one of his partners reunited with a long lost brother he’d been looking for for the past six years. 

“You know,” Patton said, wiping his face and nose on his too-long sleeve, “generally, it’s the birthday person who gets the surprise." 

Dee laughed, a low rumbling sound in their chest that made Patton giggle too. 

"This is the best birthday present I could ever ask for,” Dee said after a moment. And it was, watching Virgil get something he’d been wanting for as long as he’d known him, holding Patton in his arms. It was everything they would ever or could ever want. It was the perfect birthday present. 

Behind them faint sniffling could be heard. Dee and Patton glanced over their shoulders to see Remus sitting on the floor, the snake wrapped loosely up their left arm and trying to wipe his face of tears with his right arm. 

“You okay, honeycakes?” Patton asked. 

“It’s just so sweet!” Remus howled before beginning to bawl. 

“Come here, love,” Dee said, holding out an arm to their best friend who rushed to join the group hug, hiding their face in Dee’s shoulder. 

It really was the perfect birthday.

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I put this on my main for dees birthday but this is the start of a loose series I’m going to be posting.

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Not a prompt but Merlin I love this blog. You have some Sirius writing skill. (I don’t wether to laugh or cry about my iPad autocorrecting serious to Sirius)

Awwww thank you!!!! Writing has really turned into a struggle for me lately and I’m not putting much out there until something comes around that I just can’t not write like last night. But comments like this really really make it easier to keep writing! Thank you so much!

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If The World Were Ending (we weren’t meant for each other and it's fine)

-Roman-

Roman was shaken. well, the ground itself had shaken. the earth groaning under the weight of all she holds. but it wasn’t the idea that the ground could very well split under his feet,or buildings could come crumbling down. instead, his thoughts traveled somewhere else. somewhere Roman hadn’t allowed himself to venture in a long long time. somewhere behind a locked door in the back of his mind and even though its been a year... 

The earth cracked the door frame and it wasn’t strong enough to hold all the feelings back any longer. 

It had been a year, longer maybe? but as soon as Roman felt the ground shaking his thoughts went to Virgil. 

He called it mild concern, a passing thought because sure he was over it but he still wanted Virgil to be safe and that was all it was. a stray concern. but his mind asked a question that he couldn’t shake. 

If the world was ending he’d come over... right? 

No. and that's okay. Roman was certain he would be the last thing on Virgil's mind if the world were truly ending. 

It felt like the world was ending. He’d felt like this before though. He assumed he was just being dramatic. the world wasn’t ending. he wouldn’t see Virgil tonight or any other night.  But is he safe?

well? How could he even know? its not like they kept up a dialogue past goodbye. 

Roman stood in the courtyard as the aftershocks trembled up his legs and into his arms, He thought maybe the aftershocks were actually coming from his shaking limbs at the idea that Virgil was anything less than safe. 

Maybe they weren’t meant to be forever ever after. they weren’t made for each other or whatever and pride had kept him silent so long. but when the sky opened up thunder rumbling in time with another aftershock. and it really felt like the world was ending... 

And what was swallowing his pride in exchange to know he was safe?

Roman was running before he even finished the thought. 

-Virgil-

Virgil was used to shaking. his hands were always shaking, but this wasn’t his hands anymore this was the ground, the actual ground and for a split second Virgil could see him. he could see Roman making some joke about the ground shaking for him or something stupid like that to mask his fear. Virgil's heart started slamming into his chest. 

when the ground stilled Virgil pulled out his phone scrolling through the contacts and finding his name. his thumb hesitated over the name, he hadn’t called this number in over a year despite all the drunk and lonely nights he felt like his world was ending and he just wanted Roman to come over. 

but now the world was ending, or at least throwing a fit and its the first time Virgils thought about Roman without having to hide in his room. 

Virgil dialed the number and listened to it ring, fear crawling through him spreading like ice, and he wasn't scared for himself. Roman didn’t answer. 

it was the middle of the day so surly Ro was still at school. Virgil looked up remembering where he was, which was across the city from the collage. 

Virgil cursed under his breath and took off sprinting. he could feel the rumbling aftershocks but he kept running only stumbling around the corners but even when he fell he only slowed enough to jump back to his feet and run some more. 

At some point, it started raining but Virgil ignored it shoving his bangs out of his eyes so he could see he was coming up on the campus. he darted across the street ignoring the honks of people probably trying to get home before another shake. 

Virgil ran down the driveway on his way to the parking lot first when a car turned onto the driveway just to stop in front of Virgil. 

Virgil almost sobbed seeing exactly who he was looking for alive and well and okay. 

-Roman-

Roman was frantic getting in his car and ready to drive to Virgil's apartment unsure if Virgil even still lived in that apartment but it was where he could start at least. 

But just as he pulled out of the parking lot he had to stop. cause right there in his trademark hoodie, hair sticking to his face from the rain, stood Virgil. 

Roman fumbled with his car door, not taking his eyes off of Virgil afraid he’d disappear the moment he did. finally, he shoved the door open and he was standing in the rain again. 

“Roman...” Virgil said just loud enough to be heard over the rain. 

Another aftershock rumbled around them and Roman watched Virgil's knees give out. 

Roman rushed to catch Virgil, both of them ending up on their knees in the rain. 

“Roman i...” Virgil started but as soon as roman had his hands around him Virgil leaned forward clinging onto Romans' shirt and he shook.

“I know,” Roman said close to Virgil's ear so he could hear, holding him close, and if the world were to end this would be the moment. with Virgil in his arms, Roman protecting him from as much as he could. “I know Ve.” 

Virgil never said anything else. 

eventually, they got up and Roman drove him home. 

-Virgil-

Roman had pulled up to Virgil's street. but he never tried to get out. he thought about it. but there was something too final about it. so he stayed where he was. and it had nothing to do with the way roman was holding his hand. 

“maybe, you come upstairs?” Virgil said long after the rain stopped. He wasn't looking at roman when he said it. he couldn't look at roman when he said no. he couldn't say goodbye again. 

they had both agreed at the time that it was for the best. neither of them were looking for forever, so of course, he didn’t expect anything to change.

“Okay,” Roman said after a few moments and a small reassuring squeeze of virgils hand. 

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awww thanks! that's the goal!!!

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B- any stories inspired by personal events. 

not truly. uhm maybe ill take a feeling ive felt in the past and recreate it . in different circumstances maybe? but nothing too personal really makes it onto this blog.  K- (dat me!!0 whats the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with)  this is hard to answer seeing as how I always try to out angst myself but I think currently my angstiest idea is a dlamp fic I'm working on that will result in the death of a character.   T- any fandom tropes you can’t stand? uhm not really tbh? and that might be my. answer just because i like don’t actually know many off the top of my head but i feel like i can play with anything tbh. ooo fun game babes send me tropes you want me to use? im trying to stock pile a bunch of fics to publish in december soooo maybe see me your favorite tropes and ill write em or give me your least favorite and ill try and make it into something you like!! oo that would be fun!  

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Those Who Hate Los Angeles Have Never Been In Love

Pairing: Prinxiety  Genre: Angst He was bright and joyous, and... loud. God, he didn’t realize how *loud* one person could be until now, it was surprising, but even more surprising was how much it didn’t bother Virgil.  They met at midnight. He was so bright even when the sky was dark and the stars were hidden behind the bright lights of Los Angeles. Virgil always found that sickeningly funny. people came here to become stars, and by doing so they flood out the other stars around them. it's a selfish game. which is probably why Virgil fit in so well here.  They met at midnight, and Roman Prince was brighter than the street lights and the headlights and far brighter than him. and he was lost. *loudly* asking Virgil directions from the other side of the road. neither of them had a car. Virgil preferred to walk anyways.  Roman had asked him for directions. and even as every cell in Virgil's body told him to walk the other way. Something about Roman pulled him in, pulled him across the road. really they were going the same way anyway.  Which is how Virgil found himself here. sitting in an empty hotel room. God, he hatted Los Angeles.  They walked for hours it seemed. and it might have been the easiest night of Virgil's life. something about *him* was just so contagious. they way he looked at Virgil, the way he laughed at ever dark joke Virgil mumbled half under his breath. Roman talked like they had known each other their whole lives.  “I’m going to be huge,” Roman said as they were growing closer to their destination. a shitty dingy motel that Virgil knew well enough. it was not the kind of place he would see someone like Roman staying. “That's why I’m here. I'm gonna catch my break and then I'm going to explode. you’re gonna see me everywhere.”  Virgil had heard it all before. its why people came to this shit hole.  But there was something in Romans eyes when he said it that made Virgil actually believe it.  “you’ll catch your break too,” Roman said suddenly as the motel came into view. Virgil snorted.  “I’m not going to catch anything Princey. that's not the life I'm about” Virgil said rolling his eyes and stoping in his spot. “That's you,” he said motioning to the motel sign. he didn't like the way this felt. the way Roman made him feel. it was a feeling he avoided. and he knew if he followed Roman the rest of the way there he wouldn’t escape it.  Roman stopped too and While Virgil wasn’t looking at him, he could feel Romans eyes on him.  “This could be the best night of your life if you let it be.” and it caught Virgil's attention. pulling his eyes to settle back on Roman. it was the first thing roman had whispered. the first thing he hadn't shouted since they met.  “What.. What is that supposed to mean?” Virgil asked his voice wavering slightly.  “You could come with me. for tonight, for every night.” a blush crept up Virgil's cheeks and he took a step backward, when had they gotten so close? “You feel it too, I know you do. we could fall in love. so easily if you let your guard down just a little bit.” Virgil shook his head half a humorless chuckle on his lips.  “We just met Princey. I’m not going to follow you into a shit motel room. I’m not that kind of guy.”  “That's, that's not what I meant.” Roman said “I chose this motel on purpose, it has a great view of the Hollywood sign, we can just talk. it's far too late to get any kind of sleep before my first call in the morning. we can talk and this could be something so much bigger than one night.”  God only knows why Virgil followed Roman. why he said yes. this couldn’t be anything.  but Roman was true to his word. The view was decent. and they talked. they talked about their lives before this night. they talked about high school and their families. bout Romans unaccepting mother, and the scars Virgil had as souvenirs from his father. They talked about Romans best friend Logan. and Virgil's brother Patton. they talked. and talked. and sometimes they cried.  and then the Sun poured into their room. Virgil saw the dust motes swirling in the rays of lights. the light-flooded over them and it was like a switch was flipped.  Then Roman’s alarm went off. and it was like the spell had been broken. but Roman didn’t seem to notice this. he turned his alarm off and grinned brighter than the sun.  “I have to go, will you? be here?” and the way he asked told Virgil that Roman knew.  “Yeah,” Virgil said quiet enough the crack in his voice wouldn’t be heard.  Virgil sat there a while longer after the door slammed shut behind Roman. and for a moment he could see exactly what Roman saw. for a moment he could see everything that they could be. and he could see exactly where he’d get hurt.  Roman had insisted it was impossible to hate the city. that if you hate Los Angeles you’ve never been in love. Virgil had laughed at him then. Virgil wasn’t so much laughing now.  he dug out a note pad out of the nightstand. he had to scribble along the corners to get the pen to work and then he wrote in his messy handwriting “I hate Los Angeles”  And then he left.  Tag List:

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Tell me the one fic you associate with my username. In exchange, I’ll tell you a secret about that story.

It can be a scene that was deleted or never written or character motivations or even a story from my shameful past.

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Please? I’m really curious!

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Danger will follow me now everywhere I go (take me to my home)

pairing: prinxiety genre: angst A/N: this is the beginning of an idea I’ve been playing with. let me know if you want this to be continued!  Series Title: The One Who Kills The King series Tags: towktk, Kills The King  Virgil was beautiful like this. peaceful and asleep, the sun only just beginning to rise painting the room and Virgils back with warm oranges.  Roman swallowed the lump in his throat as he stood in the doorway his bag slung over his shoulder. it wasn’t everything he owned. but it was everything he allowed himself to keep.  he looked over the room one last time. their room. full of their things. full of their life. and Roman had to close his eyes to try and stop himself seeing the onslaught of memories.  when they found this place, it was a disaster, but it was given to them easily to repair as they wanted.  Virgil standing in the window, nothing but a sheet wrapped around him on their first morning. gazing out over the lake. it felt like another lifetime ago. when Roman thought he could run from his old life. when he thought it wouldn't catch up to him.  they were happy.  for two years they were happy.  Roman felt tears prick in his eyes as he fingered the ring Virgil had given him just two weeks ago. when he proposed to him.  Roman grit his teeth and pulled the ring off, a muffled sob breaking in his chest as he set it down on top of the letter he left folded on their nightstand.  with that roman turned and left nothing but his back slung over his shoulder  He passed the wanted signs. of someone who looked similar to him. and he walked heading back to the castle. back to his crown. if he couldn’t be free of it. he might as well embrace it. and in doing so keep Virgil safe.  even if it hurt.  ---- Virgil felt Roman’s absence before he even opened his eyes.  -K Tag List:

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Sing While We’re Falling Apart (I’ll Take You Dancing)

Pairing: Logince Genre: Angst, Hurt no comfort  Written for: @my-analogical-romance If there was one thing that Roman was ever sure of, it was Logan. If there was one thing he would have thought to be the constant in his life… It was always always Logan.

Until things started to change. and they changed so so slowly it took so long for Roman to even notice.

They were perfect opposites, yet exactly the same. Roman was Loud and exuberant and everything he did was dramatic. Logan was quiet and thoughtful but he was just as dramatic sometimes even putting Roman to shame. they balanced each other out so well.

yet things were starting to slip and it scared the hell out of him.

It was getting to the point that their friendly debates turned into full-on screaming fights that usually left one or both of them in tears and sure after the fact they apologized and held each other all night but things felt so broken no.

If there was ever anything that Roman was sure of, it was Logan.

Now he wasn’t sure of anything. and it was just as much his own fault.

The bad days came more often, lasted longer until Roman found himself scared to even talk to him. So they didn’t talk.

They didn’t talk for days.

For weeks it felt like.

But they still held each other while they fell asleep and those moments felt right, those moments Roman could look into Logan’s eyes and see what he’s always seen.

He saw Logan. and he saw a future. and he saw so so so much love. He saw where they started, a Drama nerd and a Space nerd. He could see their first date and the first time they said I love you. he could see everything in Logan’s eyes.

And he saw the same hurt that he was sure was in his own eyes.

They both knew. they both know that there were some things that couldn’t be fixed. Some hurts that were too deep.

They ignored it, they pushed it aside to hold onto what they used to be. Roman wanted those days back. He wanted to be like they used to be.

So, Roman cooked dinner, lit candles and dimmed the lights and he waited for Logan to come home. He waited in the middle of the living room, he waited holding logans favorite flowers. He waited with their song playing on repeat.

He waited.

Logan didn’t come home for hours.

And when he did come home he didn’t smell right. he smelled familiar but not like Logan.

They had dinner. They talked about stars, They talked about music, They laughed. They danced to the song that used to be theirs. Roman spun him and dipped him and held him close and breathed him in. but it wasn’t Logan he was breathing in it was someone else.

Logan asked him to sing that night. While they both laid staring up at the ceiling in the dark because they both knew. they both knew and they couldn’t face it.

So Roman sang the words to the song they danced to. he sang the words to the song he learned to play on the piano just to show Logan all those months ago.

Roman sang until he cried and then he sang anyway. because Logan asked him to. Logan who smelled like someone else. Logan who used to be his but wasn’t anymore.

Roman sang until his sobs choked him.

And Logan held him. gods Logan held him and he didn’t smell right and he couldn’t ignore it but he couldn’t say anything. he clung to Logan. to the Logan who wasn’t his anymore. to the Logan, he lost. he clung to him and sobbed and Logan didn’t say a thing.

Roman must have fallen asleep in Logan’s arms.

Roman woke up alone.

He went to bed alone that night too.

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eeeeee.  i always want fan art of my fics because the idea that someone was inspired enough by anything ive written is just the dream.  however there is one fic that ive written that i just desperatly want to see one day  and you absolutly do not have to kiddo no one *has* to  but the fic “sing while were falling apart (i’ll take you dancing)”   like just. roman standing in the living room waiting for logan...  that horribly depressing scene. which just blank face as the candles have burned out and the flowers are just still held in his hand and hes still standing there waiting for his boyfriend.  yeah.  yeah that one. 

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Injury Starters

“Whoa, when did you get this?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Hold still— I need to clean it.”

“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”

“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”

“What the hell happened to your face?”

“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”

“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”

“Here, let me help you with that.”

“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”

“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”

“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”

“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”

“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”

“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”

“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”

“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”

“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”

“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”

“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”

“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”

“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”

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