god babe PLEASE can i get some royality fluff, any word at all i do not care, just something soft and sweet and good
(set in my pattonella!au)
“we’re engaged,” patton says dreamily, fiddling with the pendant around his neck. roman gently strokes his hair. “we’re gonna be husbands. we’re fiancés.”
“we are, my beloved. i promise that i will get you a beautiful engagement ring tomorrow, i -”
“don’t worry about it,” patton says, turning to roman and gently pressing a kiss to his nose. “i don’t need a ring on my finger to know that you love me. i don’t need a piece of metal and gems to know that we’re spending the rest of our lives together.”
roman smiles, and it’s like the sun peering over the horizon in the morning. “what do you need, then? tell me, beloved, and i will give it to you.”
“a kiss would be nice,” patton coos, fluttering his eyelashes. roman cups his face, hands warm and broad, and kisses his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and what feels like all of his freckles before their mouths meet.