#drv writings

[kys0g0i]

Hi, Can You Do "that's so dumb. i'm in." With Dukexiety?

Spilt Drinks

Pairing(s)?: Romantic Dukexiety

Started: June 10th, 2020, 2:58 pm

Finished: July 1st, 2020, 6:38 pm

Word Count: 734 words

Warnings: Implied make out session, Gross/disturbing lingo (mention of dead animals, blood, and throwing up)

Summary: Sometimes you just have to make out with your boyfriend in the local park at night with coffee. No judgement here

[Masterlist]

— — —

“Remus! Hold on! You’re gonna make us spill our drinks!”

“Come on Emo!”

Virgil laughed as Remus pulled him along at a fast pace, the only light coming from the soft glow of the tall street lights. They were borderline running down the almost empty street, a cup of coffee in his right hand, and holding his boyfriend’s hand with his left. The two were almost spilling their drinks as they ran, and he knew if they didn’t have a lid on them they would have a lot more coffee on the ground behind them then they would have in their cups. “Where are we even going?” He asked with a smile.

Remus glanced at him for a few moments with joy all over his face, clearly excited for whatever he had planned for him. “If I told you I’d have to gut you alive!” He teased as he steered them off of the street sidewalk and onto one that would quickly lead them into a park. “Come on, just wait! It’ll be worth the surprise when we get there!”

It didn’t take long for the two to get into the almost completely empty park. There were tall black poles that lead to what almost looked like a fancy lantern for lights so that people walking by could see. The sidewalk was smooth, good for running on so you didn’t have to look down too much for fear of tripping and falling. Trees, bushes, flowers, and a few small animals were around the park too, giving it nature to enjoy. It was honestly nicer then he remembered from the last time he had been here. Maybe he’d have to come back again soon because it looked like a great place to just relax at.

Virgil wanted to ask more questions as to where they were going, but he knew Remus wouldn’t answer him until they got there. Though, he wouldn’t have to wait for long, because pretty soon, they arrived where he had been taking him. The spot that Remus had planned out for them was a black blanket over the soft grass, and just far enough from any of the lights in the park to be able to look up and see the stars well. It wasn’t anything too grand, but he liked that it wasn’t. It was perfect.

“Wow, Remus, I’m shocked. I don’t see any dead or gutted mice or squirrels from your cat this time. What a lucky person I am.” Virgil teased, playfully nudging his boyfriend before letting go of his hand and heading over to the blanket to sit on it. Running his free hand across it felt nice. It was soft and kind of fuzzy. “What’s the special occasion?”

Remus laughed, almost bouncing over to sit down beside Virgil. “I was going to! Grim brought back a dead mouse today! But from your scream the last time, I guessed I wouldn’t. This time.” He joked. “I wanted it to just be, nice.”

“You? Making something just nice? Am I sure this is Remus Rey? My boyfriend? For did I pick up the wrong person at the coffee shop?”

“I can go get the dead animals now if you’d prefer-!”

“No! No, that’s okay. I’d rather not throw up my coffee today, like last time.”

The two laughed for a few moments before Remus look a long swing of his coffee, which made Virgil follow suit, but only after giving his boyfriend a fond look. God did he love him... so much. After, Remus set his drink down in the grass, glancing over to his lover as he was still taking sips from his. He slowly moved closer until he was right beside the other boy, making him stop and meet his eyes. “Yes?” He almost purred.

“Do you think it would be insane if we just, made out? Right now?” Remus asked, a smile on his lips and hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

Virgil laughed, putting his own drink down. “And run the risk of other people in the park catching us?” He replied amusedly. “That’s so dumb. I’m in.”

And, as they connected lips, they barely cared the long-forgotten drinks spilt in the end, soaking into the grass and a bit into the blanket. Because, the only thing that really matters to them right then, was each other. And that’s all that will ever matter.

[kys0g0i]

Cuddles under the night sky

Starlight

Pairing(s)?: Romantic Analogical

Started: March 5th, 2020, 8:41 PM

Finished: March 8th, 2020, 8:13 PM

Word Count: 642 words

Warnings: Self Doubt

Summary: Logan stop doubting yourself and just watch stars with your boyfriend

— — —

“Seriously, Logan, where are we going? And why can’t I just open my eyes and walk without you having to lead me?”

“...You’ll see.”

Logan had been planning this for a while now. (Exactly five weeks, three days, four hours, and twenty-four seconds and counting.) He couldn’t let Virgil open his eyes and run the risk of ruining the surprise he had worked so hard to make happen. He hoped his love would like the gesture, but if he was being honest? He was petrified that he wouldn’t. After all, he had gotten help from Roman (which is why the two were trekking through a forest in the prince’s side of the Imagination right now), but he himself had still never done anything like this before. What if he messed something up?

Virgil grumbled dramatically, though a teasing smile spread across his lips. “Okay okay, but are we at least almost there?” He said, Logan not missing the slight hint of anxiety that it was obvious the anxious trait was trying to hide. “It feels like we’ve been walking for years now.”

“It’s been six minutes and thirty-four seconds, Virgil,” Logan commented. “But, actually...” He stopped, moving so his hands were on the taller side’s shoulders and standing behind him. “...You may open them now.”

As soon as Virgil opened his eyes, an awestruck look spread across his face, glancing over the scene in front of them. There was a dark blue blanket in the clearing, laying flatly on the soft grass below them. A tiny lantern sat just beside it, giving off just enough light to make sure it wouldn’t ruin the view of the stars above them. And the stars. There were so many of them up high in the sky, shimmering and shining brightly with the moon not too far out of their vision as well. “Logan...” Virgil breathed as if the simple scene had taken his breath away. (Though he knew that was, in actuality, impossible.) “It’s... so beautiful...”

Logan couldn’t help but let a soft and small smile appear as he gently took his lover’s hand in his own, guiding him to the blanket. The two sat down on it, shoulders brushing and their hands never leaving their intertwined position. “Did you do come up with this yourself?” Virgil softly asked him, never taking his green and purple eyes off the starry night sky.

The logical side shook his head, glancing over at Virgil for a few moments before returning his own gaze towards the stars. “I did not. Roman helped with the process of making the idea. Though, what he wanted to do the first time when I originally went to him for help was a bit too... extravagant, for my preferences at least.”

Virgil briefly laughed at his words, shaking his head. “Oh, I can only imagine.” He almost purred to him, and after a few moments, flopped back onto the blanket so he was staring up at the stars from laying on his back. “Now come cuddle with me and tell me all about the different constellations, Lo.”

Logan looked over at Virgil with love as he moved closer so he could lay down beside him. The anxious trait pulled him closer, making his head rest half on his shoulder and half on his arm as he wrapped it around it as much as he comfortably could. “Are you positive? I do not want to rant to you if you believe you will become annoyed by it.”

Virgil nodded, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see it all too clearly. “I could listen to you all day and not get bored or tired of it.” He said in a hushed tone. “Shoot.”

Logan couldn’t keep a smile off his face. “Well, right there is Ursa Minor, and it actually has...”

[kys0g0i]

Nothing’s Wrong With You

Pairing(s): Romantic Anxceit

Started: May 12th, 2020, 11:59 PM

Finished: May 17th, 2020, 11:46 AM

Word Count: 1050 words

Warnings: Brief Transphobia (against non-binary people), Self Deprecation, Virgil has a mental breakdown

Summary: Something’s wrong with them, not you.

[Masterlist]

— — —

Virgil didn’t even know why it was still bothering them. They didn’t know why they cared or was thinking about it or, hell, why they were crying over it. It had weeks since their father had said some... hurtful things to them. They weren’t even bad, or much. They kept telling himself that it’s fine. That they would get over it. But they hadn’t. They hadn’t and it hurt. So badly.

So here they were, crying on their bathroom floor with the door locked, hugging their knees and head lowered onto their kneecaps. They had to calm down. They didn’t want anyone seeing them like this. That this shit got to them so badly. That the misgendering made them cry so much so often. That they wanted one of their parents to use the right pronouns just once. That-

“Virgil? Virgil love are you in there?”

Virgil froze at those concerned words, feeling fear settle in. That sounded like their boyfriend, Janus. Shit, how could he be home already? They thought he wouldn’t be for at least another half an hour. It was just their luck that Janus would get home early the one day that they were breaking down when it wasn’t ungodly hours of the night. 

“Virgil?”

“I-I, Just a-” Their voice hitched “-minute please!”

“Stormcloud, are you crying?” Janus asked worriedly, and as Virgil scrambled to get to their feet, they could hear their boyfriend turning the door handle, trying to get inside the bathroom. “Virgil?”

They didn’t bother replying, turning on the water to the sink and splashing cold water in their face, as well as dabbing it under their hazel and blue eyes. It usually helped to calm the redness on their face down when they had been crying. They forgot the reason why exactly it worked, but it did, so they didn’t really care all too much. “S-Sorry! I just, I...” Shit. Shit, they didn’t have an excuse ready. They didn’t have a reason for why their face and eyes would look a bit red even after splashing the water on their face. They were screwed. They... they...

It didn’t take long for them to start breaking down crying again. Water still running, Virgil lowered their face into their hands, burying it in them as the tears began streaming down their face again. And for what seemed like an eternity when it was really probably at most a minute, they just stood there, letting themself just sob and sob. They completely forgot about their boyfriend on the other side of the door until they spoke up again, but this time, they were crying too harshly to care too much.

“Virgil love...? If you’re feeling up to it, can you unlock the door please...?” Janus softly spoke to them. “If not, I’ll be right outside this door until you’re ready to talk. Or, if you don’t want me nearby right now, I can go and wait for you in our bedroom, alright...?”

For a couple of seconds, Virgil didn’t say anything to that, and just as Janus was about to walk away to wait for his partner, they opened the door, And just like that, they basically collapsed into his arms, tears still streaming down their face. Without another word, he led them into their bedroom. Sitting the both of them down on their black bed, Janus tightly gripped their shoulders, looking to them with the expression that always told them that he really did care and was concerned about them. Great. They made him worry about them. Just great. 

“Starlight, talk to me... What happened...?” Janus asked softly, and they were thankful he wasn’t forcing them to look at him. Because honestly, they didn’t know if they could lift their head and look at him right now.

“...I-I... It’s really stupid, Janus. I shouldn’t... I s-shouldn’t even be upset over it, especially to the extent I am right now, but...”

“Virgil.” They felt Janus’s hands leave their shoulders and instead reach down to hold his own hands. “Whatever it is, if you are upset over it, there is a reason. It’s not stupid to feel upset. I promise you.”

Virgil hesitated, at their boyfriend’s words, but eventually, they willed their eyes to open, swallowing hard as they prepared themself for Janus to see that it was stupid. Honestly, they knew it really was, but also knew that he wouldn’t agree to it until they told him. 

“It was just... It was my dad. I was trying to correct my mom because she kept using he and I just wanted her to use the right pronouns just once. My dad asked me what I said, so I told him, and he didn’t... take it too well. He said I’m a boy and I always will be. That he... that h-he...” Virgil couldn’t force any more words out as they began to choke on their own tears. Janus was quick to reach out to them, pulling them closer and wrapping his arms tightly around them.

“I’m so sorry, Starlight.” Janus softly murmured to them, letting Virgil’s head fall on his shoulder as they sobbed. He gently rubbed his lover’s back, wanting to try and comfort them as best as he could. He knew how much things like misgendering bothered them, even if they didn’t show it whatsoever. “That was horrible of him. He should have never said or reacted like that. It’s going to be okay, we can get through this together. He’ll eventually come around.”

“And if he doesn’t...?”

“Then forget him. You have a family with me, Remus, Roman, Patton, and Logan. Your friends accept you, and we’re your family until the end, no matter what pronouns you use, Virgil.” Janus reached a hand up to rest in their black and purple hair, playing with it a bit because he knew how much they loved the feeling for it. And they did. Honestly, the motion helped, quite a bit. “We love you. I love you, Virgil. So much.”

Virgil buried their neck into the nook of his neck, not finished crying or trembling, but... they were feeling a bit better, even if nothing had changed. Maybe... Maybe it could get better... No harm in hoping, they supposed.

“Thank you, Janus... I love you too...”

[kys0g0i]

Wonderful

Pairing(s): Romantic Prinxiety

Started: April 23rd, 2020, 1:21 PM

Finished: April 29th, 2020, 9:19 PM

Word Count: 1913 words

Warnings: None!

Summary: Very cliché, but a sweet scene nevertheless

— — —

Virgil didn’t exactly know when he had fallen for Roman. Of all sides, he had been the last one he would have ever thought he would grow so fond of. But, here he is, so heads over heels for the prince that he almost felt foolish at times. Maybe that's why he knew he could never tell him. He was an irrational, anxious idiot, while Roman… well, Roman was the closest you could possibly get to perfection. He was... wonderful.

The anxious trait sighed at the thought, running his hand through his dark brown hair as he looked down at his desk. Even if he knew he was never going to give it to the creative side… he had been trying to make an at least decent love letter to him. There hadn’t been much luck with it though, even after he had been working on it for more than an hour now. The one he was writing at the moment was… okay, but it could be so much better. He just didn’t know how to spill the strong and overwhelming emotions he felt for him. It’s not like it mattered though, he supposed. If he was never going to confess to him, what would be the point of trying to get it right so quickly? Sure, he was unbelievable, well, anxious, to get it all out, but… he had a while. He could write as much as it took until he got it just right. (It only seemed to help his nerves a little bit.)

Virgil continued on writing, having put his huge black headphones on to try and drown out his worries when he just barely managed to hear a knock on his door. Which was admittedly strange, since no one ever came to his room, and when they did, they usually just rose up. He didn’t mind the knocking, he preferred it actually because he got to quickly hide the love letter and stuff the other ones he had given up on in the trash can under his desk. Quickly getting up from his desk, he hopped on top of his darkly colored bed and acted as if he were just scrolling through his phone while listening to music the entire time. “Come in.” He called to whoever was behind the door, if a bit dryly.

And who walked inside almost made Virgil want to die then and there. It was Roman. Of course, it was, just when he had been thinking of him. “Emo Nightmare! There you are!” He said in his usual grand and happy voice, smiling. The sight made his heart leap, and he was suddenly he didn’t blush too easily. The prince, closing the door behind him, headed towards the darker side and plopped down on the opposite side of the bed as him, the foot of the bed. He looked to Virgil with bright green eyes that seemed to lock onto his own purple and green set. “It’s almost five in the evening and no one has ever seen you leave your room. Why are you still locked up in here?”

“You know I always wake up at around two, Princy,” Virgil replied, unable to help but smile back at him. It was true, he usually did wake up at around two pm, since he always fell asleep in the early hours of the morning due to usually being too anxious to sleep when everyone else did, but he hadn’t today. He had woken up at around ten this morning. In truth, it wasn’t much better, but it was considered way too early for his standards. He had gotten up anyways, though, knowing he wouldn’t be able to drift off again until the next morning. Honestly, he had spent most of his time that day thinking about his feelings for Roman, trying to let it all out then so when he did have to talk to him, whether that be in passing or for a video, he wouldn’t give any hints. Or, at least, any obvious hints. “I woke up not too long ago and I just wanted to hang out for a while. Why? Does Patton need something? Is something wrong with Thomas?”

Roman quickly shook his head, turning to completely face Virgil on his bed with his legs crossed. “No no, nothing like that, promise.” He said, pausing for a few moments before going on a bit more hesitantly. “I was just… I mean… I… I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the Imagination with me?”

Virgil simply stared at him in surprise at the offer, not saying anything for a few seconds. Roman never took anyone to the Imagination. Not unless it was important or something special. Apparently, he hadn’t said anything for too long, because the soft smile on Roman’s lips fell, though it was obvious he was trying to keep it up. “I-It’s okay if you don’t want to go! I-!”

“No!” Virgil quickly interrupted, accidentally letting his tempest tongue take over his voice for a moment because of the sudden panic. He cleared his voice, embarrassed. “I mean… I wouldn’t mind going with you there, for a little bit.”

It didn’t take long for Roman’s smile to reappear back on his face. He went forward, grabbing Virgil’s hand. “Great! Let’s go!” He beamed.

“Wait, right n-?” But he didn’t have time to finish his words before the prince sunk the both of them down and into the Imagination.

When the two of them rose up again, they were both standing, which showed how he was just about two inches taller than the creative side, and his headphones had been removed from sitting on top of his head. Virgil had to blink a few times, eyes hurting from having to so suddenly adjust to the brightness of the landscape from the darkness of his room. Eventually, when he was able to open his eyes and look, he was left in awe at what he saw.

Roman had raised them up at the base of a small hill. At the top, there was a huge weeping cherry tree, fairy lights strung throughout it that gave off a soft glow due to the night sky that was littered with stars and a few clouds. And as he would find when he and Roman went up the hill, there would be a soft, dark red blanket waiting for them to lay on with pink-tinted flowers around them from the tree above. To put it simply, it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen.

He saw Roman’s bright smile out of the corner of his eye and felt him take his arm by wrapping his own around it. “Come on, it’s even better from under the tree!” He said with the same excitement a child would have in a candy store. The side then led the two of them up the tree, Roman eager and Virgil still awestruck. When they reached the top, he took them to the middle of the blanket, before they sat down next to each other.

“So... are you gonna tell me what this is all about?” Virgil asked, face slightly flushed pink as he let a small smile appear on his lips.

Roman matched his pinkness at the question, though his was a bit redder. “What do you mean?” He asked.

“You never take anyone into the Imagination,” Virgil said back, tilting his head a bit to the right. “It’s half yours and half Remus’, and that’s how it is. So why did you take me here of all sides? And so randomly?”

Roman, though he hid it well, seemed to almost grow nervous at the question. It… almost gave Virgil hope, in some weird way. With all this decor and it just being them, maybe…

“W-Well, I just, I…” He paused for a moment. “...Why don’t we watch the stars together, Virge?”

And so, they did. They laid next to each other, Virgil letting Roman make constellations and tell him stories he came up with on the spot for them. He didn’t question him again about why he had brought him and only him here. He knew he probably wouldn’t get an answer, though he very much would like one. Not because he wasn’t enjoying himself or believed that he was selected for a punishment of some sort because he had to spend time with Roman. He very much was happy with what was happening between them right now. It was calm, relaxing, and honestly, it was just nice to not feel so much pressure to speak normally around his crush for once.

After about forty minutes of the two stargazing, Roman turned to look at Virgil, not saying a word until he went to look at him too. When he did look back at him, they didn’t say anything at first, just looking at one another before the taller of the two sides spoke up. “Why the stare, Princy?” He said, amusement in his voice and eyes.

“Just… enjoying the view.” Roman said with a smile, throwing Virgil off guard from not expecting him to say anything like that.

He was quick to recover though, rolling his mismatched eyes at his words. “Oh flirting now, are we?” He teased. “And why’s that, my prince?”

Roman, seeming to like the game that he could tell they were going to play, beamed at him. “It’s hard not to flirt with someone like you.” He said softly to him, hesitantly reaching out and cupping the side of his face that was facing towards the starry night sky. “You’re just so… wonderful.”

Virgil felt his cheeks flush pink, and the two simply stared at one another for a few moments before Roman finally spoke up again. “That’s why I wanted to bring you here. Just the two of us.” He murmured. “I… I wanted to ask you something really… really important.”

Virgil sat up, feeling his heart racing in his chest. “...Yeah?” He asked, quickly followed by Roman sitting up as well and inching closer to him.

“Yeah, I…” The prince paused, swallowing hard before going on. “I… I’m just gonna be blunt. I've liked you for a long time, Virgil. I know we absolutely hated each other in the past, and we still don’t get along sometimes, but I really… really like you. And I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I needed to tell you that so I could get it off my chest, and-“

“Roman.” Virgil interrupted, looking at him with a softened expression and tiny smile. “I like you too. A lot.”

Virgil couldn’t help but feel his heart twist at the way Roman’s own smile brightened until he practically beaming. The prince moved closer to him, slowly reaching out to intertwine their hands, just in case Virgil didn’t want him to hold in hand. The two were silent for a bit, hand in hand as they stared up at the stars once more. The anxious trait himself wasn’t usually the type to enjoy or run towards change, but with Roman… He snuck a glance over at him, adoring the way his beautiful green eyes sparkled in the starlight.

He felt like he could make an exception.

A wonderful exception.

[kys0g0i]

Maybe a small fic based on the song "UwU" by Chevy? Any ship/s you want! ^_^

//Let’s hit two birds with one stone ;)

Warnings: Public Embarrassment (? Kinda? Not really but)

— — —

Remus had always had a crush on Patton Hart. Not that the other boy knew that, of course. He didn’t dare tell him, make moves, or even hint at it. That doesn’t mean he didn’t mean the world to him. His bright childish smile, his lightly freckled pale skin, his curly blonde hair. Oh god, and those eyes. Those shining, sapphire blue eyes with tiny hazel circles bleeding out into the rest of the eye from the center... He’d stare into them all day if he would let him.

(Of course, he’d never ask him to let him, and if he ever asked something about how his eyes looked, he’d say ‘They’re okay,’ like the stubborn idiot he is who can’t tell him the truth.)

‘-mus. Remus Grimm!”

Remus jumped in surprise of his name being called, his slipping from where it had been holding his head up and slamming against the desk. He smiled up at the teacher at the front of the class, a few of his peers around him snickering as he tried his best to not show his embarrassment. “Yes?”

“Please, stop staring at Mr. Hart and pay attention to the lesson.” She said sternly, before turning back to the board and continuing her teaching.

Face bright red, Remus couldn’t help but glance over at Patton, his classmate (and crush) who didn’t sit too far away from him. And he swore, he felt his heart leap in his chest at the warm smile that Patton was giving him. He couldn’t help but smile back.

— — —

!!Do not tag as ‘tw Remus’, ‘DukeDon’tLook’, or anything of the sort!!

[kys0g0i]

Prinxiety and the "appreciate all 10 of my cats" thing?

//Oh this is longgg over due to be written. I’m so sorry-

Ten Too Many

Pairing(s)?: Romantic Prinxiety

Started: February 17th, 2020, 9:37 PM

Finished: February 18th, 2020, 8:40 PM

Word Count: 752 words

Warnings: Mention of getting rid of animals(black cats), Mention of killing animals

Summary: 10 is just a bit too many... maybe

— — —

It had been a long day for Roman Grimm. After having to listen to a mother complain about how he hadn’t made her hot coffee hot enough (when it was already steaming), and then that afternoon he had to call the police just to get a furious, screaming man out of his Pastry Shop, all while trying to keep up a friendly demeanor, all he wanted to do was go home. He hoped Virgil was home still, working on their next book. Maybe he could convince them to take a break so they could order a pizza and then cuddle in bed while they ate it. The dark brown-haired man sighed at the perfect thought. Though, as he walked down the street, almost at their home, he couldn’t help but feel he forgot something.

He began to make his way up the steps of their deck to their house, trying to review what he might have forgotten in his head. Did he make sure the trash had been taken out? Yeah. Lock the doors? He was sure he did that, he never forgot to do that. So what was he forgetting? Surely it wasn’t an important date with his lover? As Roman got his key out to lock the door, he swore he could hear meowing. Though, he couldn’t have. Virgil and he didn’t have any cats.

...Cats...

Oh god, that’s what he forgot about, wasn’t it?

Roman quickly entered the house, nervous as to what he would find, only to see Virgil sitting on the kitchen floor, ten black cats surrounding them while the cats all ate wet food. Virgil smiled brightly when they saw Roman, perking up with happiness and excitement. “You’re finally home!” They beamed with joy. “Meet your ten sons and daughters!”

Roman stared at his lover and the cats, two of which had padded up to him and were already rubbing against him, mouth opened wide. “Virgil... When I said that we could get cats, I meant, at most, two.” He began. “Not ten cats who all look exactly the same.”

“But Romannn, they need us,” Virgil whined, staring up at their boyfriend with wide blue and green eyes. “The shelter was going to start getting rid of their black cats because no one was buying them compared to the other cats there. I couldn’t let them do that! And they were just so cute!” They gently picked the one closest to him, who had a brown collar with a golden tag on it. “Look at them! How could anyone ever let something so precious be thrown to the side like they’re garbage?”

Roman hesitated, finding that working this situation out was going to be harder than he originally planned. Ten cats, and if they took any back, they’d probably be put down. And he couldn’t deny, as he made the mistake of looking down at the cat Virgil was holding, they were very cute...

He sighed, shaking his head. “Okay, fine. We can keep the cats,” Roman couldn’t force down a smile as one quickly spread across his lover’s face. “But, you have to promise to take a break from writing your new book all night so you can give me attention. And order us a pizza.”

Virgil nodded quickly, clearly not happy about having to talk on the phone, but looked willing to do so if it meant the couple could keep the cats. Plus, they looked like they wanted pizza too, anyways. They placed the cat back down before getting to their feet and walking closer to their boyfriend until they were only a few inches away from Roman. Slightly bending down to give him a peck on the nose, intertwining their hands together. “Only if you let me order pineapple on it.” They said playfully

“Ew, God, Virgil! That’s disgusting! I should have never let you spend time with Remus!”

“Oh shut up, you know it’s good!”

And as time went on, the two lovers settled on splitting the pizza, pineapple on half, and pepperoni on the other half. The night ended with Roman and Virgil cuddling and sleeping in bed together, near-empty pizza box on the ground beside them, and all ten of their black cats in bed with them. When Roman would eventually wake, the only reason he would be able to tell the cats apart would be the ten different collar colors, which lead to their names. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, Pink, Brown, Teal, and Magenta.

[kys0g0i]

Person A is downstairs making breakfast for both themself and Person B. Person B wakes up and stumbles Downstairs to Find Person A making breakfast and Soft back hugs and kisses ensues. Bonus points if they're both very drowsy and barely awake. Any ship you want!

//aww cute!! I had a lot of fun writing this!

Drowsy Kisses

Pairing(s)?: Romantic Royality

Started: March 2nd, 2020, 7:17 PM

Finished: March 3rd, 2020, 7:17 PM

Word Count: 609 words

Warnings: Forgetting to take care of yourself,

Summary: ^^^^

— — —

Roman had been up longer then he’d like to admit. In fact, if he hadn’t been cooed to sleep by his lover, Patton, he would have gone two days without sleeping. It wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he wanted to stay up for that long, but he had gotten so distracted and stressed about making a video idea for Thomas that was at least decent, it had kinda just... slipped from his mind. So even if he wanted to work on his idea more, he was glad Patton managed to get him to sleep, as he felt much better, but he was still drowsy and barely half asleep.

The prince, after finally managing to get out of the moral side’s bed, didn’t bother to change out of his white tank top or long, red pajama pants. And when he stumbled downstairs while trying to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes, he saw that his boyfriend hadn’t either.

Patton, with his messy and curly light brown hair, was still in what he had gone to bed in the night prior. Fluffy and soft, light blue pajama pants that were just a bit too long for him and a loose-fitting black shirt. He was standing in front of the stove, humming to himself just louder enough to be heard over the sound of sizzling, and only when Roman got closer could he properly see what he was doing. The shorter male was making breakfast for them, pancakes and bacon, and God did it smell good.

Roman, since Patton failed to notice his appearance, took the opportunity to sneak up behind him and rest his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his chest from other his arms. This, in turn, should have made Patton jump in surprise, but as soon as he had felt a head on his shoulder, he’d known who it was. Not only because he knew Virgil would still be asleep, and Logan had already gotten up and gotten breakfast, but the gesture was so familiar, it warmed his heart each time.

“Good morning, love.” Patton cooed sweetly to Roman, reaching up with his free hand to give a few pets to his boyfriend’s messy hair before returning it to holding the pan of bacon in front of him. “Sleep well?”

Roman grumbled in response, leaning his head so he could bury his neck into the side’s neck, but only after kissing his cheek. “It smells good... You’re such a good cook...” He murmured sleepily, making the moral side’s smile turn more adoring.

Patton softly laughed, pink flushing on his cheeks after his Roman’s quick kiss. “Well, you’re in luck, because it’s all just for you and me today.” He said, leaning his head to rest on top of his. “Then, to make sure you’re all rested up before going to work more for that amazing idea I saw again, we’re gonna cuddle and watch any Disney movie you want. Is that okay?”

The prince hummed in content with a smile at the idea, admittedly very happy with the idea. Sure, he wanted to go work on his little project for a while, but the thought of cuddling with Patton... “...You have to give me lots of kisses, too.” He said, pulling back just enough to be able to properly look down at him.

The other side smiled, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to Roman’s lips. “Of course I will.” He quietly said. “As many as you want.”

Roman softened at the words, feeling his chest fill up with love so much it hurt. “Pat...”

“Yes, RoRo?”

“...Your pancakes are burning.”

“Oh, shoot!”

[kys0g0i]

Love

Pairing(s)?: Romantic Moduke, Background Romantic Prinxiety

Started: February 14th, 2020, 1:48 AM

Finished: February 15th, 2020, 8:37 AM

Word Count: 629 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Sometimes love can come from those who you didn’t expect it would

— — —

Remus has never really liked Valentine’s Day. But not because he’s never had an actual date for it that he wanted to be on, or because he had to see his brother and his boyfriend, Virgil, basically make out after exchanging gifts while he remained single every year. No, of course that wasn’t the reason. That would be dumb. He just didn’t like it because it seemed like such an unnecessary event and a huge waste of money.

His brother, Roman, has true plenty of times to set him up with someone, but it never worked out. They just didn’t click at all. And, well, after constantly failing at relationships over and over again, a person starts to give up on finding someone they can love, and would love them in return. Plus, the one guy he’s been interested for years has never shown any for him, which only helped to fuel that flame.

So why, standing at his locker with a pink note with a blue heart in the middle surrounded by white paw prints, did he feel a sense of hope? A feeling of being flustered? On the front, it said nothing at all, but when the opening was flipped up to the inside, almost fancy, sparkling white text was there. And as he read the note, the more fluttered he became.

‘Hi Remus! I know this is probably a ‘claw-ful’ way to confess to someone, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you face to face. I’ve really, really liked you for a long time. And, maybe, for this Valentine’s Day, we could be more then ‘fur-ends?’ If not, then that’s fine, I just thought it was the ‘purr-fect’ time to tell you! -Happy Valentine’s Day! Patton <3’

Remus thought he might die there then.

Was this a dream? It must be. Why would Patton of all people have feelings for him? Patton, who was so perfect in every possibly way from personality to appearance, liked gross, foulmouthed Remus? It was hard to wrap his head around that. But, as he read his words over and over again, he felt joy and hope flare up inside on him, starting a fire to push him. If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up just yet. At least, until he saw how Patton would react to his answer.

Note still in hand, Remus gathered the things he had came to his locker in the first place for, (his ripped green jacket and a chemistry book that he stuffed in his back packet) and began to make his way over to his blonde haired crush. The closer he got, the more he could feel his heart pound. Patton was at his locker, probably gathering some belongings as well. Which was fine, he could tell him out loud, but... he would have preferred to just write him a note too.

When he made it to his classmate’s locker, it didn’t take long for Patton to notice him. He turned to Remus, opening his mouth to speak, but hesitated for only a split second when he saw his pink, blue, and white note in his hands. A pink color spread across his freckled face, which Remus couldn’t help but find absolutely adorable. “Hi, Remus!” The shorter of the two chirped, giving him a warm smile. “I see you got my note? Did... did you read it yet...?”

Remus simply stared at him for a few moments, before softening and smiling back, bending down ever so slightly to place a kiss on his forehead. “Meet me at the park, five o’clock.” He purred sweetly. “Love.” Then, turning around, he felt a sense of triumph at being the cause behind Patton’s bright red face and widened eyes.