#fae roman

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Here you go! All the fae Sides in one place! Plus their color swatches!

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I coloured the fae sketch from earlier

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Sky without Branches

Summary: Roman has never been outside eir forest and now eir friends have brought em to where their field met eir forest.

Continuation of In the Forest

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Roman was fascinated and bewildered. Ey had followed the 2 new fae to see their field, not quite believing such a place exists. Their stories of a sky without branches and only low laying plants were bizarre, and the mentions of humans intimidating. Now ey could see for emself and there was more lights above em than ey'd even known to imagine.

Ey had frozen at the edge of the forest, simply looking out upon the empty land, nose wrinkling at the view.

“Great, we've known em for a day and you've already broken em.” Virgil grumbled, a few steps into the forest line and only able to see eir back.

Just in front of them, Janus swatted back towards them, before smiling at Roman and fluttering out into the field. “Come fly with me, Roman. Let me show you there are no branches limiting how high we go.” Sea called, one arm extended in invitation.

Ey didn't need any more encouragement than that, putting all eir strength into flying up, soon shooting past sear into the sky. Ey heard the flutter of wings as Virgil flew after them for a moment but soon couldn't hear the other fae's wing beats at all.

Up ey flew and forgot eir new friends in new eir awe. The sky spread upwards and eir wings remained flapping with no obstacles to avoid. It was freeing and amazing, climbing higher and higher through open air.

“You're way about the treetops now, Roman. Still looking for branches?” Sear called barely got a glance down so enraptured was Roman by the night sky.

“The lights are sparkling so...” Ey gasped, never caring if it was loud enough to be heard. Ey had been alone for so long, ey didn't care to include others in eir experience right now.

Ey could hear the soft chuckle below em. “Those are called stars.”

“They're so pretty.” Ey flew higher, reaching up to the stars despite feeling certain they were too far away to fly to.

“How far up do ey need to fly to accept there's no branches?” Virgil could be heard complaining but only just.

It was their voice sounding so distant that finally pulled eir gaze away from the stars. Turning to look down had em gasping again. No more could ey recognise the separate trees which had filled eir entire life. There was only a dark mass where ey knew eir forest should be.

Beside it there were the fields, lines looking darker than the mass of the forest but far more distant which Janus had described as hedgerow havens making shapes on the ground. Ey didn't think much of fields. Eir look before flying had been more than enough for em to begrudge the uniformity compared to eir mixed up forest home.

The shapes in the distance were fascinating to em though. They are too perfect compared to anything Roman had heard before and ey were flying in the direction of it without thinking to ask what they were.

“Nope! You said you'd help us survive in the forest, not try to get captured by humans!” Virgil was suddenly in front of em, holding restraining hands forwards and clearly ready to react if Roman carried on in the direction ey were flying.

“What do you mean 'captured by humans'?” Ey protested, now only hovering but insistent on getting more of an explanation.

They scowled at em, “You know, those giant idiots. Surely you've seem them blundering around.”

“I've heard big creatures but usually walk in the opposite direction to remain unseen. Ey Parents always said to never approach things big enough to shake the ground.” Ey replied, slowly lowering eir hover but looking over towards the too straight edges of the shapes ey'd wanted to see.

“Well that who lives in those shapes and they will trap you if you get caught, so back into the trees for us!” Virgil insisted, waving their arm back towards eir forest.

Part of em still wanted to explore, to enjoy this wide open space even more, perhaps see it in daylight, except ey remembered eir deal: Janus and Virgil show em their field and ey help them to survive living in eir forest. Ey weren't going to back out of eir deal when eir new friends had shown em such wonder.

“Can we make a shelter just inside the forest for tonight so ey can see the field in daylight? Ey'll gather food once the shelter is made.” Ey suggested, glancing at the forest where ey could now distinguish between trunks once again.

“Of course, Roman. We'd be delighted to have your help for as long as you're willing to offer it.” Janus called, already hovering just inside the forest again.

Eir world was expanding but ey knew when people needed em to help them feel safe and that was eir priority for now.

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Oooh and a Fae one, "You helped me. And now I will help you."

@magpiemorality​ said: That last one with Roman and any side!!

Favours

Ships: Prinxiety, Dukceit Characters: Roman, Virgil.  Remus and De mentioned, Pats there for a little bitSummary: “You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  Funny how a phrase can mean so many things.

Notes: I’m not sure how this ended up prinxiety but it did so i hope you dont mind and its also a lot fluffier than the last one.  I hope you enjoy!!

Ao3 || KoFi

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The first time Roman says it is immediately after the human has freed him.  The iron cuff lays on the forest ground, mechanical lock picked with learned skill and the runes picked with unintentional intent.  It had taken an hour, an hour the human had spent calmly speaking to him while he focused.  

He hadn’t known what Roman was, that was clear from the moment he stepped into the clearing.  He’d so foolishly given his name.  He was lucky everything Roman was had been suppressed by those runes.  Or perhaps unlucky, a returned name was an easy favour to give.  

And an easy favour appeared to be what Virgil wanted, staring at the freed fae with wide and panicked eyes.  An easy favour isn’t what Roman wants, too amused by Virgil’s fright.  It was so different to what he’d shown just moments ago when he was convinced Roman was a human victim or some cruel madman.

“I didn’t, I didn’t help you for a favour.”  Virgil says, taking another step back and gulping.  “You don’t, I mean, I don’t want anything in return.  Thank you.”  He adds, desperately trying to cling to manners even when it’s obvious he wants to run.  

An easy favour won’t do at all.

“You’re owed a favour.”  Roman says, hoping his amusement isn’t too obvious.  He doesn’t want to scare Virgil off completely.  

“I really shouldn’t be.”  Virgil argues.  “I was just helping, it’s only right.”  

“It’s only right I help you in return.”  Roman says, mouth twitching with a smile he really shouldn’t show.  The human’s eyes dart around, clearly trying to think of something to say.  

“I can’t, I can’t think of anything I need help with.”  He says after a moment.  “So, consider us even.  I have to go home now.  Thank you.”  He adds, giving a quick, polite bow before walking from the clearing.  As soon as he thinks he’s out of sight, he starts running.  

Clearly he doesn’t know that being owed a favour means Roman can’t hurt him.  Clearly he doesn’t know much about favours at all.  One can’t simply refuse a favour, not a favour owed by the fae.  It’s refreshing, Roman thinks, to see a human that doesn’t know how a favour can be lorded over a fae.

Or maybe he just wouldn’t.  After the hour they’d spent together, Roman would believe it.

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The second time Roman says is two days later.  It’s the first time he’s felt Virgil need help since they met and Roman jumped on the chance to appear.  Things have been settled back home - the witch that captured him has been dealt with, his brother has been assured he’s fine - Roman has nothing better to do than to grant Virgil a favour.

Or, more accurately, watch Virgil jump.  Which Roman appearing most certainly made him do, the human almost stumbling back into the aisle behind him.  De would be proud of how well Roman managed to hold in his laughter.

“I, uh, I thought we were even.”  Virgil manages once he’s recovered.  

“That’s not how favours work.”  Roman says.  “You’re still owed one.”

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil says and then quickly adds, “thank you.”

“You clearly need help.”  Roman says, trying and failing to hold back a smirk.  “Are all mortals so short?”

“I’m not short.”  Virgil huffs, glaring for a moment before quickly looking away.  “You’re just tall.”

“I am.”  Roman agrees.  “But you’re still short.”  He grabs the box of biscuits Virgil couldn’t reach and places it inside the human’s trolley. 

“Thank you.”  Virgil says, sounding more annoyed than he probably means too.  “We’re even then.”  This time Roman can’t help but laugh.  He immediately regrets that, it makes Virgil tense with fear.

“That’s not how favours work.”  He says, forcing himself to calm down and lean away from Virgil’s space.  That calms the human a little bit.  “You saved my life, I’m in your debt until I can do something of equal value.”  Virgil actually did more than that, considering Roman was merely a trap, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I was only trying to help.  I don’t need anything in return.”  Virgil mumbles.

“That doesn’t make you any less entitled to it.”  Roman grins.  Then, when Virgil blinks, he disappears. 

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  It’s become something of a greeting over the last few weeks, one that never fails to make Virgil jump.  At least a little bit anyway.  Lucky for Virgil, today only gets a little jolt and the stack of papers in his hand are mostly okay.  

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil huffs.  He’d accidentally given up trying to be polite, but when Roman didn’t turn him into a frog (or whatever it was mortals think the fae do) he gave it up on purpose.

“Why not?”  Roman asks, taking half the stack of papers with limited complaining on Virgil’s part.  Maybe he thinks all these little favours will add up in the end.  Jokes on him, Roman’s doing this because he likes Virgil’s company.

“I can handle school myself.  I don’t need or want to cheat.”  Virgil says.

“You don’t know I was going to cheat for you.”  Roman claims, smirking when Virgil just shoots him a look.  “Well it wouldn’t be cheating, exactly, you’d just get to know everything right away.”

“And then what?  I’d still have to sit through my lectures.  I’d get bored.”  Virgil argues.

“Alright, alright.”  Roman gives in.  “Okay, I’ll make it so you can see the answers on the test before you write them.”

“That’s cheating!”  Virgil snaps then sighs.  “I don’t need help.”  He repeats.

“Fine.”  Roman sighs, dramatic as Remus.  He still works Virgil to the teachers office, holding the other half of the papers until there’s too much risk of being seen. 

He still works a little magic to make Virgil’s teacher lay off.

It’s not a favour, Virgil might never even notice, and De would likely call it a waste of time.

Roman thinks it’s worth seeing a little weight lift off of Virgil’s shoulders.

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  Roman says, a little more seriously than usual, late one night while Virgil pours over bills.  Virgil looks his worst when he’s like this.  Hair a mess, reading glasses on his face, a notebook covered in numbers and priority lists.  Normally there’s a level of calm to his appearance, even if he still looks like a mess.  But his son’s in bed and there’s no one to act for.

Roman hates looking at Virgil like this.

“I don’t need help.”  Virgil says, tired and annoyed and over it.  Without a thought, Roman has a cup of honey milk preparing.  (He’d never drink it himself, of course, but it seems to help mortals calm down).

“I could make it easy.”  He could.  He would.  It’s not a normal favour, Roman knows that.  Most fae want easy favours, they want the debt paid immediately.  Making Virgil’s life easy?  That’s a favour that will last a lifetime.  A debt that would last a lifetime.

Roman wonders if Virgil understands the significance of that.

“No.”

Probably not.

“Why not?”  Roman asks, quiet and soft and with his back turned to Virgil so he doesn’t see how much it stings.

“There’s strings.”  Virgil mumbles, he sounds so tired.  “With any magic favour, there’s strings.  If you make my life easier, you’re making someones harder.”

“You don’t know that.”  Roman claims.  Even he doesn’t know that.  But he doesn’t really think about it either, so…

“Money doesn’t come from nowhere.”  Virgil agrees.  Roman shrugs.  Human money is a forgein concept to him.  “It comes from someone.  What if they need it?”

“What if they don’t?”

“What if they track it down?”  

“What if they can’t?  It’s magic.”

“What if they get a different fae, or a demon, or something to get revenge?  They’re magic, they could figure it out.”  

“I’d protect you.”

“You wouldn’t owe me a favour.

I’d do it anyway.  

Roman doesn’t say that because he’s pretty sure Virgil would understand what that meant.  Instead he lets them drop into silence.  Safe, if sombre, silence.

“Alright.”  Roman eventually gives up on silence too.  “So your favour can’t have strings, and it can’t be cheating.”  He says.  “Anything else?”

“I don’t want a favour.”  Virgil sighs.  Roman just hums and a few minutes later, when Virgil slumps against the table asleep, he carries the human to bed.  Once his human is tucked in, safe and sound and maybe admired for a moment, Roman returns to the table.

Well, he thinks with a sigh, he’ll have to ask De how human money works.

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“You helped me.  And now I will help you.”  The next time Roman says it is the very next morning, when Virgil stumbles from his room to find Roman making pancakes.  Patton is already practically breathing them in, apparently unbothered by the stranger in their kitchen.  “No strings attached.”  Roman adds, when Virgil continues to look confused.

“No strings?”  He repeats, frowning.  “How?”

“I’m going to make your life easier.”  Roman explains, rather proud of himself for that.  “I don’t need magic for that.”

“Does it even count as a favour then?”  Virgil asks, still frowning but taking a few steps into the kitchen.

“Probably.  No one’s ever tried.”  Roman admits with a shrug.  “It’ll take a while though, so you’re pretty stuck with me.”  He adds, like he’s not at all worried Virgil will recoil at the idea and decide his real favour is for Roman to go forever.

Virgil doesn’t do that.  Instead he just stands for a few more minutes, frown still on his face, and then he sits at the table.  

“Okay.”  He agrees.  “I need your help.”

Roman doesn’t even try to control his grin as he places a plate of pancakes in front of Virgil.

“So does this mean Roman’s my new dad now?”  Patton asks about two seconds later, making Virgil choke on his first bite of pancake.

He avoids the question, Roman notices with hopeful glee.

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There are strings, Virgil learns later.  They're just of the brother-in-law-kind.

Two strings, to be specific.  They don’t tell Virgil their names, even after Roman does.  They’re simply the Duke and Deceit. Which makes zero sense because the first is King of his court and the second is still fae so he can’t lie?  

His pair make no sense to Virgil, and they're a bit insufferable but he puts up with them.  After all, he had a string of his own.  

Patton gave Roman his name immediately, much like Virgil had (he’s still kicking himself for that).  Unlike with Virgil, Roman was fully fae when he was given Patton’s name.  He gave it back just as quickly, protected and safe in Patton’s hands although it would take Patton years to understand that.

Watching the two always makes Virgil’s heart swell, makes him wonder why he was so nervous about letting the fae into his life in the first place.  Roman clearly adores Patton, so it’s only fair Virgil tolernate Duke and Deceit (except he doesn’t just tolerate them at all, he loves his brothers-in-law and he’s not fooling anyone).

[magpiemorality]

“What a good mortal. I’m glad I decided to keep you.” + roceit (you can make it polyam if you want) and fae!roman??? - loveceit

Fae!Roman you say. Well. @loveceit 

Warnings: Poverty mention, slight dubcon implications (Fae magic making someone tell the truth).

AO3

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Domnhall ‘Dove’ MacCread had given his name to a Fae. His true and fullest name, and to none less than the Prince of Summer himself. At the time he’d had nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain from the transaction, and now? 

Now he could imagine no other life than languishing here in the palace with the other pretty people the Prince had stolen away. Dove was one of the newer ones, the newest in fact, which made him the special favourite. The Prince, who graciously allowed them to call him Roman, was due back any minute and Dove was anxiously awaiting his return, basking in the sunshine as he leaned out of the turret window and watched the gate, wrapped in the finest of silks, his hair braided with Prince Roman’s ruby and silver colours. 

The horns started and some of the other mortals rose from their lounging elsewhere in the enormous room. It was really more like several rooms, only there were no walls, merely hung drapes that divided the odd bit off from another, huge arched ceiling painted with a thousand divine scenes. Dove didn’t know most of the others yet. Roman had forbidden him from speaking to anyone that wasn’t the Prince himself, claiming his voice as he claimed everything else about him. He would be allowed to join them and the community they’d built once Roman picked a new favourite, but that was at least a few years down the line. 

Prince Roman had a tendency to obsess, see. It was unfortunate or fortunate, depending on where you stood in the situation, but for Dove- taken from a life of poverty and cruelty and dropped into splendour unlike anything else- it was a blessing. He was loved, adored, desired and taken care of. Treasured and spoiled and soon he would go from that to having a sort of new family, with the others. He knew they waited patiently for the day as well, offering him kind smiles from a safe distance and often leaving presents, though communication was still out of the question. 

The horns sounded again, and as he squinted down into the marble courtyard his Prince clattered in through the gate, resplendent in his shining silver armour and red plume atop his chestnut destrier. 

He pulled the helmet off and tossed it aside, looking up and meeting Dove’s eyes, smiling his perfect white smile. Dove threw down the scarf he often wrapped around his wrist for comfort, and Roman caught it out of the air, holding it tightly as he vanished into the palace. 

Within minutes he was striding across the vast room and holding Dove against the window frame to kiss him, checking him over and finding no signs of harm or otherwise. Dove smiled, blushing prettily, and ducked his head to Roman’s chest. 

“I hear you’ve been such a good pet, my darling songbird, while I’ve been away,” The prince murmured, combing his fingers through Dove’s growing white hair. “Is that the truth, Domnhall?” 

Dove nodded, the response compelled from him though he’d have given it freely. “Yes, my Prince. I followed every instruction you gave, just as you gave it.”

“What a good mortal. I’m glad I decided to keep you.” The praise made Dove’s legs weak and he blushed harder. Roman just smiled. “Come, to bed with you. I have travelled far and I have missed you. Next time I will do my best to bring you along, if you are amenable. What do you say?” 

“Yes, my Prince,” Dove repeated, adoration rich in his voice. “Anything for you.”

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After Logan, it's Roman's turn

I'm not quite satisfied with his look, but I'll make it work

(Yes it's Roman. I just need to add colors and then it'll be him)

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Daily #123 : yeah @sugarglider9603 I did it, one fae prince Roman for y’all!

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Forest of the Lost

“Just tell me your name and everything will be all better.” Fae!roman to Virgil?

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Virgil’s parents had warned him all his life to stay away from the forest, things happened in that forest, things that can’t be explained. The forest of the Lost as the villagers called it, people went that went into that forest never came out. Despite knowing all of this Virgil still stood at the edge of the forest debating on entering, after all his parents were both sick and the only herb to cure them was in that forest. His friends stand at his side trying to talk him out of going.

“Come on V, you totally have to do it, we can’t just go back to the village. There isn’t something else we could do.”

“Yeah V! You don’t know what could happen if you go in there, what if trolls ripped you apart and ate your bones?”

“Dee, Ree, you know I have to. They’re my parents, I can’t let them suffer if I can do something about this. Just because no one has come back before doesn’t mean I won’t be the first. I will meet you two back here in two days…. If I am not back by them… take care of my parents okay.”

“You’ll be back V! If anyone can survive that forest it's you. Just remember don’t tell the fae your name or they might make you dance till you die.”

Virgil turns to his friends giving them one last hug before setting off into the forest determined to save his parents and make it out alive.

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“Curious, a frail creature like you entering our forest, I am going to keep my eye on you” a voice whispers to itself as the owner follows Virgil around the forest.

Virgil would swear that he was being watched, the feeling of unseen eyes weighing heavily on his shoulder leaving him tense and more anxious than usual. A day had passed since he’d entered the forest yet he still hadn’t found the herb his parents need, at least he hadn’t run into any magical creatures.

“What is a little thing like you doing in our forest?”

Spoke too soon Virgil thinks as he turns to find the owner of the voice, his eyes widen as he sees a fae not even two feet from his face.

“Do you not understand me, little prince? I’m sure I am using human tongue.”

“I-I understand you; I didn’t mean to be rude I had never seen a fae before and was startled.” Virgil quickly responded remembering all the rules he had been taught when it came to the fae, don’t give them or tell them your name, don’t be rude, and try to avoid them at all cost. He’d already failed two of the three rules but he’d be damned before he gave them his name.

“None of that little prince, why is a little one like you in this forest?”

Virgil swallowed heavily before responding, “My parents are sick so I came to find the only herb that can help them, I am sorry for trespassing in your forest.”

“It is all right little prince; it is quite noble for you to come to this forest for your parent’s sake. I can help you find this herb if you give me your name little prince.”

A hungry look had entered the fae’s eyes as it looked at Virgil.

“I am sorry dear fae I cannot give you my name as it would be rude not knowing your name first, however, you may call me anxiety.”

The fae frowned before smirking “Clever little prince, very clever. You may call me Creativity, anxiety. It is a pleasure to meet you. I shall take my leave then. If you need me then just call for me and I will be there in a wing beat.”

Virgil looked around his heart thudding in his ears as the fae disappeared.

“I was lucky… so very very lucky, I have to be more careful.” He muttered to himself as he takes off again determined to leave the forest before the fae… creativity came back and decided not to be as nice the next time the met.  

“Don’t think that I will let you get away from me that easily little prince, I know the others will love you.”

The sun was setting on the second day when Virgil found the herb that would help his parents, spotting it just a few trees away he forwent caution and ran to the tree only to trip over a root. His head slams into another root knocking him out.  When Virgil comes to his head is pounding and his ankle feels like it is on fire, he looks up to try to find the herb he had searched days for only to find it gone. Tears stream down his face, not only is he hurt but now he has no way to help his parents.

“Aw little prince what happened? Why are you crying?”

Virgil curls up at the sound of the fae, creativity, not wanting to show weakness, in a small voice he stutters out. “Everything I did was pointless, I had only one chance to help my parents and I screwed it up. Not only that I managed to hurt myself to the point I can’t even leave, I am going to die here and never see my p-parent… or my friends ever again… I… I failed everyone.”

Creativity’s lips curl into a cruel smile as he gently coos his next words. “oh, little prince it isn’t all bad I am here and I can fix everything, I just need something from you first.”

Virgil slowly turns to look at the fae eyes watery and voice wavering. “What will your help cost, nothing is free in this world.”

“Just tell me your name and everything will be all better little prince. Such a low prince for the help of a fae. What do you say?”

The next words that fell from Virgil’s mouth came from desperation and damned him. “I give you my name Creativity, my name is Virgil.”

“Call me Roman, the others are going to love you, little prince.” Are the last words Virgil hears before his head is filled with static of fae magic.