Summary: It’s raining and Virgil finds an umbrella for them and cleans Logan’s glasses and they are just overly fluffy and I love them so much-
“Rain,” Virgil mumbled from beside Logan, looking up at the dark skies. “I think I’ve got an umbrella, hold on.” He let go of Logan’s hand and Logan watched fondly as he set his backpack down and dug around for an umbrella.
Triumphantly, Virgil looked up at Logan. “Aha!” Then he caught sight of Logan’s awestruck impression and blushed. “W-what?”
Logan sighed, knowing he looked pathetic for doing so but not minding. “You’re beautiful.”
Virgil blushed more. “I’m not nearly as pretty as you.”
“Falsehood,” Logan replied, laughing softly to himself and looking up at the sky, water covering his glasses and obscuring his view. Logan didn’t mind it; he actually found it quite beautiful.
A purple umbrella obscured his view and Logan looked back over at the beautiful boy beside him, though his sight was now blurry.
Virgil laughed softly. “Lo, your glasses—” He handed Logan the umbrella, hands fumbling over Logan’s to get it positioned, and reached up to take off Logan’s glasses, leaving Logan blind. He assumed in the silence that followed, only the rain around them providing any sound, that Virgil was carefully cleaning them, but neither of them spoke, so he couldn’t be sure.
Soon enough, glasses were pushed back onto his nose and he blinked, letting his eyes adjust.
“There,” Virgil murmured.
Logan felt a smile curl his lips. “Thank you, my love.”
Virgil blushed, looking away and taking the umbrella back. “Can’t have a blind nerd walking around town, am I right?”
“Mm-hm,” Logan hummed in reply, gently taking Virgil’s face in his hands and leaning down to kiss him, Virgil making a surprised “mmph!” sound as it happened but quickly melting into the kiss.
Logan pulled away slowly, eyes still closed, until Virgil muttered, “Come back here,” and used his one free hand to pull Logan back down to his height and press their noses together.
“I love you,” Logan whispered at Virgil’s overly-lovesick expression.
Virgil laughed, lightly connecting their lips again. “I love you, too.”
Notes: Oops, missed a couple days but I’m back! Fluffuary day 24!
Summary: Virgil’s smile is like the sun, at least in Roman’s world.
A knock sounded through the house, then the faniliar sound of keys turning the lock made Virgil jump.
Then he felt a smile stretch over his face as he realized it was his husband, who'd been on a business trip for the past week.
"Virgil, you there?" a voice called, the door easing open.
"I'm here!" Virgil chirped, hating the pure joy in his voice but at the same time not caring at all. He hopped up from his spot on the sofa, seeing Roman standing in the doorway, clearly exhausted from travel but still smiling as he looked Virgil up and down.
Virgil didn't wait to let him finish making sure Virgil was physically okay, instead throwing himself into the other's arms for a hug. He buried his face in Roman's shoulder, murmuring, "I missed you, Princey."
Roman chuckled softly and kissed Virgil's hair. "I missed you too, Sunshine."
Virgil pulled out of the hug, looking up to study Roman's face. There were bags under his eyes and his eyelids were drooping, so he probably hadn't slept well on the plane. But despite that, he had a brilliant, infectious grin, and Virgil couldn't help but grin back. He leaned forward again, burying his face in Roman's shoulder to hide the smile.
"Hey, get back here with that beautiful smile of yours!" Roman said, laughing, taking Virgil's shoulders to hold him at arms' length.
Virgil made his face go blank, wiping off any traces of joy. "What smile?"
Roman rolled his eyes but was still grinning. "You know, the one you do then immediately hide to try and stay all angsty. The one you just did.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Virgil said with a faked glare.
"Mm-hm." Roman leaned in and kissed Virgil's nose, making Virgil laugh.
"Hey!" he said, covering his mouth immediately as he realized what Roman had done.
"See, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Roman said with a smirk. When Virgil didn't reply, Roman laughed. "Don't make me kiss your nose again. It always works."
Virgil stuck his tongue out, refusing to give Roman what he wanted to easy. "Why do you like the smile anyway?"
Roman sighed, gaze moving upward. "It's like... It's like the rising sun. It's bright for a moment, a flash of brilliance, and then it's gone again. You're a lot like the sun, you know."
Virgil blushed. "How so? I would have thought I'd be more like the moon."
Roman's gaze went back to Virgil for a moment, head turning sideways. "Yeah, I would have thought that, too."
Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Care to explain, or are you going to leave me in the dark?"
"The dark..." Roman mumbled. "Things are never dark when you're here.” His gaze moved to a spot behind Virgil’s shoulder, eyes glazing over as he got lost in thought. “You always make everything brighter, just like the sun. When you're not here, everything is cold and dark. And when you are, I could bask in your warmth and brilliance for hours and feel perfectly content. You're the center of my world, everything revolves around you, just like the sun.” Roman’s gaze moved back to Virgil and he grinned lopsidedly. “How’s that for an explanation?”
Virgil shoved Roman’s shoulder lightly, not sure he could form the words to explain the emotions he felt. Instead, he turned away for a split second, then changed his mind and spun back around on his heel. He grabbed Roman’s shirt and tugged him down to his own height, kissing him for a second before pulling away and pressing their foreheads together.
“You’re such a sap” was all he said, though there was so much more he wanted to.
Luckily, Roman knew him well enough to understand. He laughed, cupping Virgil’s cheek and gently kissing him once more. “And you love me.”
Virgil couldn’t help but smile, even as he rolled his eyes. “And I love you.”
first of a series if people like it? i'd love to write more limbos...
please reblog if you like this it helps me a lot :DD
Tubbo stared into the unforgiving blizzard outside the cave. This was normal. A part of his morning routine, in fact. Staring out at the storm, wishing it would go away but knowing that would never happen; at least, not as long as he was in Limbo. But no one escaped Limbo. He’d thought Tommy had once, but Tommy was beside him now, so that couldn’t be true.
To his back was a hearth, wisps of people gathered around it. Tubbo had tried to reach them hundreds of thousands of times, probably, and he knew by now he couldn’t. It was like being in a dream, trying to reach the people around the fire. Either he was so slow he stopped moving or all of a sudden he was back where he started in a flawless loop.
Sometimes the figures huddled together, whispering, and occasionally looking back at Tubbo with glowing eyes, making Tubbo’s skin crawl. Sometimes the shadows shaped themselves into a certain tall enderman Tubbo knew all too well, or a regal figure with familiar sunglasses, or a happy, flailing child, or a tall figure with a barely distinguishable red and blue uniform. But despite it all, trying wasn’t worth the pain of not making it back, not even for family. Not anymore.
Tubbo sighed and internally scoffed, neverendingly surprised to be unable to hear his own sigh. Even after all this time, he hadn’t adjusted to being deaf. Or maybe he wasn’t deaf; maybe his Limbo just had no sound. It would make sense, after all. A world without sound, and especially music, was hell, in Tubbo’s opinion.
He shook his head to clear himself of the depressing thoughts. It was time to start his day. Tubbo got to his feet, taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves. Just another day in hell. Could be worse, right?
The light of the fire behind him flickered and a shadow of a figure with horns passed through it before disappearing eerily from the light of the flame. Tubbo spun around to look back at it, unwelcome hope flooding his limbs, but the shadow had already merged back with the others. He didn’t try to follow.
The next part of Tubbo’s repetitive morning was underway. The days were so similar Tubbo could no longer distinguish his memories of yesterday from that of today, or even what he thought might have been years ago. It seemed Tommy had spotted someone he wanted to see in the flames, because he was currently sprinting in an infinite route towards the fire, reappearing back to the edge of the cave still with his momentum.
“You idiot! It’s never going to work!” Tubbo called out pointlessly. “You’re never going to get in! …You’re never going to get in.”
Tommy attempted to get through one more time before he finally slowed, sitting down on the floor, visibly upset, mouth moving quickly. Tubbo couldn’t hear what he was saying, but, knowing Tommy, he was probably cussing more than a sailor could ever dream of.
Sighing, Tubbo sat down cross-legged beside Tommy. There was no point in talking, so he wrapped an arm around Tommy’s shoulders to try and comfort him. Them against the world, always.
“Come on, it’s that time of day,” Tubbo said, mostly to himself. He stood and offered Tommy a hand, which Tommy refused, opting to stand up on his own.
Tubbo moved on without comment, walking towards the other end of the cave, where he’d set up a workstation with an anvil. He had the infamous discs in his inventory, and always had since appearing in Limbo. However, every day when he played them in the jukebox they had been miraculously gifted, Tommy shook his head vehemently. And every day, Tubbo attempted to fix them.
He was handy, right? He was able to create nukes without so much as a blueprint. He should be able to repair two simple discs if he kept trying, even if he couldn’t hear them to check his progress. It seemed Tommy could, at least, considering he would always shake his head.
Sometimes Tommy tried to stop Tubbo from trying to fix them at all, probably to spare his time. But there was nothing better to do in Limbo, and maybe while trying to fix the discs Tubbo had fucked them up, but if he ever stopped trying he might never make them correctly. And he wanted to fix them, to fix them for Tommy, even if it seemed he never would. And, well, he needed to do something while he was stuck here for all eternity. Why not try and make it better with some music?
Tubbo made some finishing touches to the disc before picking it back up and walking towards the jukebox, ignoring Tommy’s protests. If Tubbo could do this, it would all be okay. They could sit together, shoulder to shoulder, and listen to the discs, and everything would be okay. Even if Tubbo wouldn’t be able to hear the music, that wasn’t what he really wanted, anyways.
Tubbo slipped the disc into the slot on top of the jukebox and turned to Tommy, whose violent headshakes had slowed down, more melancholy now than anything else. He met Tubbo’s eyes and shook his head once more.
Tubbo wanted to cry, but crying was stupid, so he simply took the irritating disc out of the jukebox. “Well, we still have another one to try to fix,” he mumbled around the burning in his throat. “Right, Tommy?”
Tommy didn’t look at him, hands reaching up to cover his ears instead.
Tubbo turned away once more, picking up the other disc.
Maybe, deep down, Tubbo knew it was fruitless. Maybe, deep down, he knew he’d never be able to fix them for Tommy. He couldn’t mend an attachment that didn’t exist. After all, these weren’t the discs, only emotionless carbon copies created specifically for this perfect little hell. But Tubbo would never stop trying to mend them, and mend things with his best friend, and trying to prove that he was worth it, that he could do something worthwhile. He would never stop; he knew that much. He supposed that was why they called it Limbo.
ty to @platytheplatypode for beta reading and helping with the title otherwise this would have not been titled </3
also literally tubbo is an unreliable narrator in this to some extent ask me what really happens here (or the symbolism i included bc its cool :]). thank you to @everydaybabbles for helping me figure out the limbo way back when (if you even remember?), i hope you dont mind being tagged but tysm youre literally the only reason this exists DFJDSLF
Notes: Fluffuary day 10, let’s go! Based off #8 and 12 of this post. Have some Dukexiety, my friends!
Summary: Virgil is reunited with his secret boyfriend, Remus, prince of the neighboring kingdom.
Virgil swept his hair to one side in the mirror. He was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to make himself look nice, at least, not what he considered nice. With his parent's rules, it wasn't like he could dress in the oversized coats and dresses he wanted. Then again, he was a prince, so he supposed it wasn't really his parents' fault, either.
Today was an important day. The neighboring kingdom's royal family was paying a visit, which was a momentous occasion on its own, but it just so happened to be the royal family who's youngest son, Remus, Virgil was dating.
Their parents didn't know, of course. Virgil, as the heir to the throne, was expected to marry a princess and have a male child with her to be the next king.
However, Virgil was very, very gay.
And so were the twins of the other kingdom, one of which Remus was. The other, Roman, was the elder—He was in the same predicament as Virgil, only with another lover. Remus, on the other hand, was forever ignored—both a blessing and a curse, at least in Virgil's eyes—and would likely be allowed to marry who he liked.
But the twins were coming today, which Virgil was both excited and terrified for. It was going to be hard to not kiss Remus as soon as he saw him, and he knew it'd be even harder for the impulsive boy who was visiting not to do the same of Virgil.
A knock sounded on Virgil's door. "You ready?"
Virgil sighed, looking at himself in the mirror and brushing his hair back the way he knew his mother would want it, not swept to the side like he liked it. "Yes, Mother."
The door opened and Virgil's mother, the Queen, walked in, scrutinizing his outfit. Virgil scrunched up his face as she did so, finally relaxing when she nodded in approval with a simple "good."
She led him out of the palace to the front of the castle, where Virgil's father and a carriage were waiting.
The King was already speaking with the Queen of the neighboring land. Roman stood next to his mother, speaking with Virgil's dad, while Remus was leaned up against the carriage with arms crossed. Virgil thought that summed up the difference between the two of them fairly well.
Remus's expression lightened when he saw Virgil, though, eyes widening and mouth turning up in a smile Virgil loved more than the stars. He waved, beckoning Virgil closer, and Virgil laughed to himself slightly before freezing with the realization that his mother was still beside him.
"Go," his mother said. "Your friendship with the boy is good for the kingdom."
Virgil pursed his lips, knowing that his relationship with Remus was anything but friendship. "Thanks, Mom."
"Mother," she corrected.
"Thanks, Mother," Virgil agreed without any thought put into the response. He was far to focused on Remus to think of anything else, even his mother's cold remarks. She's granted him permission to be with Remus and, by God, was he going to make good use of that time.
When he reached the carriage, he expected Remus to do something wild. At the very least, he'd expected to be tackled in a hug. Instead, he was gifted with Remus taking Virgil's hand in both of his own and raising it to his mouth, gently kissing it and making Virgil flush bright red.
"Stop, Remus, you'll make our parents suspicious—"
"They don't give a damn if I kiss your hand," Remus insisted. "Don't worry, sugar cube. They think I'm just messing around. Boys will be boys, all that shit."
Virgil frowned. "I don't think the saying 'boys will be boys' is referring to boys kissing other boys' hands."
"Well, it is now!" Remus said, grabbing Virgil's arm and tugging him along as Remus began running.
Virgil sputtered but didn't fight Remus. "Wait! Where are we going?"
"To the gardens! Roman promised me he'd distract the adults so we could get away."
"Roman agreed to cover for you? Really?"
"I have to cover for him next time we visit his boyfriend, but yeah, he did. Also, he thinks you're good for me."
"I am good for you."
Remus laughed at that, turning around and slowing their pace to squish Virgil's cheeks. "You think you're so composed, it's adorable."
"What? I am composed, dumbass."
Remus leaned in and kissed Virgil's cheek, leaving him red-faced and inarticulate. "How composed are you now?"
"N-not f—Not fair!"
Remus grinned his widest grin. "Plenty fair. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Sh-shut up," Virgil muttered, hiding his face in Remus's shoulder.
"Mm, we'd better go somewhere before someone sees you blushing and hugging me."
"You're the one who keeps kissing me!" Virgil argued, leaning away from Remus to fake a glare in his direction.
"Only your cheek and hand," Remus protested. "We'll get to the real kissing later," he added with a wink, making Virgil's face heat up once more.
"Well, let's just get going," Virgil said, trying to get them out of there.
Remus cracked a grin as he began walking just ahead of Virgil, facing backwards so he could still see him. "Eager, hm?"
Virgil rolled his eyes. "Yes, is it so hard to believe I want to catch up with my boyfriend?"
"And make out with him."
Virgil sighed, but he couldn't stop a grin from forming. "And make out with him. Yes, is it so hard to believe I want that?"
Remus's grin turned lopsided. "Hm, maybe not."
Virgil flushed again and hid his face in his hands. "Why are so so good at making me blush? You have no right—"
"On the contrary," Remus said, reaching out to touch Virgil's cheek, and Virgil couldn't help but lean into it, "I have every right."
Virgil turned away, red rising up his neck. "S-see? There you g-go again."
Remus chuckled, grabbing one of Virgil's hands to hold. "You just blush easy. Oh, and you're also in love with me."
Virgil hid his face in Remus's shoulder again. "Shut up!"
Remus laughed and used the hand to tug Virgil off into a corner of the castle that Virgil hadn't even known was there. "Hey, Virge?"
Virgil tilted his head, though he already knew what Remus was going to ask. "Hm?"
Remus cupped Virgil's face in his hands. "Can I kiss you?"
Virgil answered by standing on his tiptoes and kissing Remus himself, letting his arms wrap around his neck and pull Remus down to his own height so his feet could relax. Remus kissed back slowly, making Virgil want to cry with happiness. God, he'd missed this feeling.
When he ran out of breath, he gently pulled away, looking up and seeing Remus's face was bright red. He laughed at that. "Look who's blushing now, hm, Re?"
Remus blushed more at that. "Shut up, you little gremlin."
Virgil smirked. "I'm your little gremlin." He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Remus's once more before slowly pulling away.
"I missed your kisses," Remus murmured.
Virgil laughed and buried his face in Remus's shoulder, feeling arms wrap around his back and smiling at the sensation. "I missed your kisses, too."
something’s gone wrong for logan lots of times, and roman is always there to hold him. whether it’s that he’s overworked himself, that he’s had a bad day, or anything else, roman is there for him.
but when something goes wrong for roman—my creativity wants me to go with him losing a loved one—he acts like he doesn’t need help. he’s fine. he’s roman, he’s a hero, he doesn’t need help.
after many nights of wiping his eyes when logan walks into the room, acting like logan doesn’t know things are wrong when he certainly does.
one night, they’re sitting in silence. and logan tentatively asks, “roman?”
and roman finally, finally breaks down.
logan is almost relieved; he knows this is the correct response to losing someone. and he holds out his arms and roman throws himself into them, crying until he cries himself out.
logan wipes his tears away and kisses his cheeks and promises him everything will be okay again, and roman nods along through silent tears, sobs more spaced out and regulated.
just as they’re laying down to sleep, roman whispers, “logan?”
“hm?”
“can you... can you sing me to sleep?”
and logan smiles softly, only a little nervous as he doesn’t sing much, but he knows he’ll do anything for roman, and so he softly sings, just for the two of them; or rather, for roman more than for the both of them.
and roman is asleep by the end of the whispery head-voiced singing.
logan knows this isn’t the end of his grief, but he knows it’s a start. and he’s glad roman is finally allowing himself to process.
Notes: Requested on Wattpad, #3 & 4 of this post. This was fun to write, and I’m rather proud of the fact that I twisted a theme into it and used a couple similes, so woo!
Summary: Roman’s been on tour for the last six months and Virgil just now gets to be reunited with his lover in person.
Virgil knew it was cheesy to be this excited.
He knew Roman would call it "romantic." Would call it "cute." But Virgil knew what it was—cheesy.
Roman was coming home after being on tour for his show for six months and Virgil couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop stupidly grinning as he looked over at the crowd of people. Somewhere in that crowd was Roman, Virgil's boyfriend who'd been long distance for the past half a year who Virgil couldn't wait to hold and hug and kiss and cuddle.
And Virgil knew it was cheesy that his heart skipped a beat when he spotted Roman, hair perfectly messy from the plane ride, glancing around the airport as if he was lost.
Virgil raised his hand in a shy wave, knowing Roman wouldn't be able to see it but not quite being able to bring himself to be more bold. The moment seemed breakable somehow, like the perfectness of it was something physical that could be shattered if Virgil moved too quickly.
But then Roman looked at him and his entire face lit up, pure joy spreading across his features as if he'd opened the exact present he'd wanted Christmas morning.
Virgil's mind almost drifted to the implications of that comparison, but his mind shifted direction as Roman held out his arms for a hug and Virgil ran forward into them. His arms wrapped around Roman's waist and his face buried itself in Roman's shoulder as Roman's arms came up around him to rub his back.
Neither of them said anything in that hug, even when Virgil pulled away to study Roman's face and see what had changed. He had a bit of stubble now; he likely hadn't shaved the morning of the plane ride. His eyes had bags beneath them, indicating that he hadn't slept too well, though that was to be expected. And now he was leaning in and—
Oh.
He was kissing Virgil now, and Virgil felt Roman's arms gather him up in them and he tried his hardest to memorize this perfect feeling in case they were separated again. He felt Roman's lips curl into a gentle smile against his own. He laughed at that, the kiss breaking momentarily before resuming as Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's neck.
Then Roman pulled away and they were both laughing and gasping for air. Roman pressed his forehead to Virgil and Virgil sighed—God, he'd missed this feeling of pure bliss and safety and love.
Roman gave a breathy laugh, looking into Virgil's eyes with pure joy in them. "Hello, my darling."
Virgil allowed a small smile. "Hi."
And then they were both laughing, their embrace trembling from the force of it, and trading gentle kisses and playing with each other’s hair and rubbing backs and talking and teasing and it was perfect.
Notes: Fluffuary day 9 (I took yesterday off). I listened to only Rasputin while writing this because I’m going insane and I don’t like the final result but whatever, here’s your fluff. Based off number 27 of this post.
Summary: ViRGiL sToP bEiNg cLiNgY aNd wAnTiNg aTtEnTiOn tHeN rUnNiNg aWaY aS sOoN aS yOu gEt iT
Logan didn't hesitate to pull Virgil closer when his boyfriend clambered into his lap like the clingy gremlin (as Logan's best friend, Roman, would have phrased it) he was.
Virgil tilted his head down a bit, pressing his forehead to Logan's. "I want attention."
"I can see that," Logan said with a small chuckle. He reached up, cupping Virgil's face in his hands and kissing him gently before pulling away again.
Virgil laughed softly and buried his face in Logan's shoulder, allowing Logan to hold him close and gently comb his fingers through Virgil's hair the way he knew Virgil liked. Virgil hummed with pleasure and wrapped his arms around Logan's waist, burying them into the cushions of the couch.
Logan's smile grew and he kissed Virgil's cheek. "Enough attention for now?"
"Mm-hm," Virgil agreed, head snapping up. He grinned, teasing, and stood up, leaving Logan cold without his warmth. "Now I'm going to ignore you for the rest of the day."
"Wait, hey!" Logan protested, standing up and chasing after his boyfriend. He grabbed Virgil's hand before he could get away, forcing Virgil to turn around to look at him.
Notes: They’re baby. They are baby. I’m trying to warm up to work on writing the @tss-virgilstorm-au so don’t judge me for publishing two ficlets in one day. Requested on Wattpad. Prompt from this post.
Summary: Roman scrapes his knees and Virgil fixes him up.
"Roman, you have to stop doing that!"
"I was only riding my bike," Roman protested. His best friend was sweet and only meant well, but he could be... overprotective, at times. But Roman didn't mind. It was cute when Virgil told him not to do things.
"'Only riding your bike,'" Virgil scoffed. "You were trying to ride it without touching the handlebars! What did you expect to happen?"
"I expected to be able to do it," Roman told him.
"That was a rhetoric question, Roman."
"Rhetoric?"
Virgil sighed. "I didn't mean for you to answer it, I mean."
"Oh. Oops."
"It's okay. Let's just... get you some band-aids, I guess." Virgil stood up from where he'd been kneeling beside Roman, examining his scraped knees, and looked back down, holding out a hand. "Want me to help you up?"
Roman nodded and grabbed Virgil's outstretched hand, letting Virgil haul him up. He gasped at the sharp pain of the pebbles embedded in his cut and sucked a breath through his teeth.
"Are you okay?" Virgil asked, any anger that had been in his tone before gone as he looked over at Roman anxiously.
"I'm fine," Roman mumbled, sniffling. "Let's just... Let's go."
Virgil pursed his lips but pulled Roman along, not letting go of his hand.
Not much later, Roman was seated on the counter of the bathroom at Virgil's house, mostly patched up after a bit of help from Virgil's dad.
Virgil placed the final band-aid on Roman's knee and stepped back to admire his work, then allowed his eyes to focus on Roman's face as he searched it for something. "You promise you won't do something dumb like that again?"
"I promise," Roman said.
"Pinky swear?"
Roman held out his pinky and Virgil took it, shaking their hands. "Pinky swear."
Virgil finally broke into a smile. "Good."
"One more thing, though?" Roman asked hopefully as he lowered his hand again.
"What?"
"Can you kiss it to make it better?" Roman asked sheepishly. "It still hurts a little."
Virgil tilted his head, looking at Roman carefully, not voicing his thoughts. Then he blinked and allowed a small smile. "Of course." Roman thought he saw a hint of pink on Virgil's ears as he leaned down and kissed Roman's knee with an exaggerated "Muah!"
Roman giggled as Virgil broke away and looked up at him, red-faced and laughing. Roman hopped down from the counter and wrapped his arms around Virgil for a hug.
"Thanks, Virge."
"Anytime, Princey," Virgil promised quietly. Roman smiled and tugged him closer.
