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[mothscotch]

yo guys writing is fun actually

how do i do it

[scorching-scotch]

You’re party enters an abandoned town. Traders supposedly passing through never arrived to their destinations and numbers of families have ceased correspondence. Its just another job and you have all witnessed far to much death to both with grief. The guard lay in battered armor and bodies line the streets. You kick up dust and inhale the decay blanketing the town as you've done again and again. There is no importance in death anymore, and the thrill of adventure is all that tethers you as you pick through destroyed homes. Stores with their product mashed and tossed. Exactly as expected.

Wandering into a home dishes are upset and  you pay no mind stepping over undiscernible bodies. Faceless, nameless things. It’s not till finding a  gorgeously ornate leather bound book tucked behind a bed frame that you give pause. It’s beautifully crafted, clearly expensive. You’ve seen so many tomes in your time that the pickling intent of knowledge immediately stirs within you. Finally, answers, your a lead, mysteries to be unwoven. You open to the first page.

A journal. Clearly loved and worn with margin notes and doodles. So unlike the many other records you’ve read. Something so personal. Not a record. Still, as you skim the pages you wonder when the turn will happen. At what point the writer realized their town would succumb, that they themselves would decay. Will it be  slow descent into despair? Or perhaps a sudden hurried last remark left for you alone to find. 

There's something curious about I. The writing isn't very good. Its personal and diligent but lacks grammatical correctness and incorporates too much slang. It’s boring and ordinary in ways life has never been for you, and perhaps that is why you don’t just skip to the last pages. She talks about her birthday party, and her brother sneaking out, gossiping with her friends and mourns her love life at the age of 13. It’s juvenile and yet you hold on, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The ash that lay over the town and the blood coating the streets is suddenly an afterthought as you reach a blank page.  Barely a third of the pages used up. The final entry recounting the girls excitement to play in the creek, how her friends pushed played n the water. Its so utterly ordinary that you feel your breath hitch for a moment. Confused, you flip rapidly through the rest of the pages. She must have skipped some, or left her final words hidden in the notes-

Nothing. No indication the girl ever saw her diary after that day in the creek. So reason to believe she saw what was coming. No final words.

And isn’t that terrifying, to think no one will know how you felt in your final moments.

[fandersidesdoodles]

A Death for a Life

Summary: Virgil, an outsider to the Kingdom of Heart, takes on a dangerous deal with a deadly cost. He takes up  his first and only job as an assassin, nothing ever seems to be working in his favor though as thing quickly tumble downhill. But maybe there's still a chance of hope for him?

Warnings: Near character death, execution mentioned a tone,  injury,  threats, (tell me if i need to tag anything else i’m bad at this)

Word Count:   1679

Virgil krept closer to his victim. Strewn messily within his bed sheets lay King Patton Moral, tucked under his arm was his adviser Logan Crofters. Virgil knew them both, or at least knew of them. Rumors had been circulating lately of the supposed affairs the king had with his adviser and perhaps the captain of guards but of course, Virgil was never to into politics.

The curtains through which he clambered moments before billowed softly against the nights wind. He was surprised to be able to have climbed the wall to the balcony in the first place, much less having been able to get through the courtyard and the winding garden. The royal grounds were a nightmare to navigate.

Oh how Virgil's heart hammered, clenched in his shaking palm was an ornate dagger. One he’d hoped he would never have to see again after this. He took a moment, trying to calm his breathing but it was no use- he needed to get the job done. He stalked forward till he loomed over the king and his accomplice. He was only to kill the king. He needn't hurt the adviser, that’s at least one relief off his back. He raised the blade over his head, gripping it with two hands as sweat dripped down his body and he had to remember what he was doing this all for. Virgil took one last look before closing his eyes and plunging the blade down.

Turns out that would be his downfall.

He stabbed Patton in the shoulder, not the chest or the head. The shoulder. A painful but absolutely healable wound. Virgil's eyes shot open and he heard an ear splitting scream. The young king had cried out below him as Virgil wrenched the blade free clumsily. Patton’s scream quickly awoke the adviser who shot up in a moments notice. Logan seemed to quickly adjust to being awake as he looked at his screaming lover, writhing in pain and gripping at  a shoulder gushing blood through his nightshirt. Virgil stumbled back just as Logans gaze caught his movement. Through the pounding in Virgil's head he could hear thundering footsteps hammering down the hall. Logan looked caught between trying to help Patton and jumping to grab at Virgil but his choice was definite when Virgil turned and stumbled towards the still open window. Logan managed to launch himself off the bed and tackled Virgil to the ground only to get a nasty slice across his cheek from the dagger. Virgil struggled even as Logan had him pinned and within moments he was surrounded by guards.

He knew he had lost…

“I’ll ask you again,” Roman, captain of the royal guard proclaimed, louding slamming his hand  on the table separating himself, and his bandaged lover from the assassin. “Who sent you.” He growled

Logan sat cooly, the palaces healers were some of the best in the land, but they could not remove the anger Logan felt in regards to the assassination attempt. He stared down Virgil menacingly. Patton’s gaze held not anger but fear and worry, the healers had done what they could be the aching in his shoulder was evident. It could have been worse he thought.

Virgil only stared at the table, jumping in his skin when Roman slammed it and raised his voice. He couldn't look at them because he knew if he did they would see the tears that had been leaving him for the past few days of his capture.

“I already said I can’t tell you,” he said  quietly. He knew this was not the answer they wanted. He had managed to stay strong, but he doubted it would matter. He could feel himself  breaking. Roman growled.

“You have committed treason, you are lucky you are not hanging as we speak”

“Honestly that would be a better option. None of this matters anymore,” Virgil's voice was quiet but not shy.  His voice was steady and the only reason you could tell he was nervous was by the shaking in his hands. Roman seemed as if he was about to break the table down and use it to beat the  answers out of Virgil himself. Logan stepped in quickly.

“Why do you say that? Why does this not matter anymore” he says this calmly, but he seethes breathlessly. Virgil blinked a bit and couldn't help but peek up at him with his brows furrowed.

“Why do you ask?” He managed to say after a moment. “Why would my answer possibly matter?”

Roman slammed the table again causing Virgil to flinch, his shoulders tensing. Logan gave Roman a look that's seemed to tell him to back off a moment. Roman grumbles but stood back as Logan approached their prisoner.

“Surely the organization you work for has a plan. The reason this would not matter to you anymore must be some kind of  malfunction on your leaders plans-”

“Oh my god- I don’t work for an organization!” Virgil yells, earning a glare from Roman. Virgil couldn't care less in the moment as his adrenaline flared up with his anger. “-And honestly, I couldn't care less about what the sleazeball has planned!  He can rot for all I care!” He screamed out  followed only by the rooms silence. Virgil quickly realises what he's said and he looks panicked.

“So it's a man you’ve been employed by, and you don’t know what he’s planning?” Logan only stares at him with a raised eyebrow, otherwise unphased. Virgil knew he’s fallen too far into this, his shoulders slumping.

“Yeah, and no I really don’t. I promise. He wanted the king dead but he told me not to hurt anyone else unless I had to…” Virgil glances at Logan's cheek a minute. “Sorry”

“sorRY!?-”

“Roman-” The young king quickly hushed him, the first time hearing him speak at all. Logan cleared his throat.

“I am not concerned with my own injuries. I am concerned with your poorly attempted assassination.” Virgil looks away for a moment.

“I mean I’d say sorry for that too but I don’t think that would matter much…” he trails off.Despite all of this, Patton manages to snort, muffling a laugh in response. Everyone turns to look at him ina near disbelief as he quiets down.

“...No, I don’t think it would. But the sentiment  was nice,” he manages before drifting back to stand with Roman. Logan only returns his gaze with a sigh to Virgil. Virgil himself was confused looking between everyone before Logan spoke again.

“What is the name of your employer,”

Virgil's eyes darkened as he looked down again.  “I said before, I can’t tell you…”

Roman shoved his way in front of Logan, getting up in Virgil's face. The assassin's heart rate sped up as he couldn't do anything to get away.

“If you hate him as much as you say then you should have no trouble telling us shouldnt you-”

“I can’t go against him. He promised me he’d-”

“Whatever he promised as pay we can double.-” Logan said quickly.

“Your you could tell us and avoid a long and painful death-”

“Roman!!”

The captain of the guard  yelped as the young king flicked him in the ear. Logan only rolled his eyes. Virgil would have laughed had his mind not begun to spiral.

“Execute me… as soon as possible. Please,” Virgil said, quietly, pleadingly. There was a beat of silence.

“Why would we do that? We can offer you payment in return for the information if that's what it takes-” Patton started to say.

“No just-” Virgil’s shoulders tense as he could feel himself break.

“If he isn't going to comply we have no choice but to execute him my liege-”

“Good!” The tears make their ways down Virgil's face as he looks at them. “Make it brutal and public- make sure everyone knows what happened to me. He’ll see it. I know he will-”

The royals only look at him perturbed. Slowly, Patton steps forward, ushering Logan back and ignoring Romans warnings. He  leans over the table and places a tentative hand on Virgil's shoulder. Virgil flinches instinctively.

“...What's your name young man? Roman says you never told him,” Virgil's heart leapt. He managed a deprecating chuckle.

“... I guess it doesn't matter anymore. My name is Virgil,” The king nods.

“What did this man promise you? You seem to hate him, yet you took on this job that would surely ruin your life. Why?” Virgil didn't know if this was magic, or if the king truly was just this soothing. But he gulped and managed a answer so quiet only the two of them heard.

“...He took my brother,” Virgil managed, his voice wavering. “If I didn't at least attempt his offer he’d-” Virgil bit his lip and squinted his eyes shut as he took a breath. “Just- kill me. If he knows I’m dead maybe he’ll let my brother go. He’ll have no reason to keep him. He was just leverage-” Virgil bit down on his lip again, hard. He just started sobbing. He didn't care that they saw. Patton’s brows stitched in worry, Logan and Roman only stared in disbelief at the near silent conversation. Patton backs away.

“You will not be executed just yet-” Virgil's gaze shoots up with terror to look at Patton.

“Nonono please, your highness i’m begging you he’s gonna-”

“Virgil,” Patton says, startling everyone in the room. “If you comply to help us track down your employer. Then I will assure that we get your brother back”

No one was left without disbelief but Patton. Logan and Roman whom mere minutes ago had not known this mans name or motives even after days of interrogation had just had both dropped at their feet. Virgil, for even a moment, could just see his brother. In his mind and heart. And for the first time in a while, he thought it might be able to be a reality. He swallowed thickly, nodding

“Anything… I’ll give you all the information I know.  So long as he gets back to me...”

AN: Please tell me if you want me to  continue! Follow me to keep up to date on stuff. Tell me if you want to be tagged in the next update ! Be aware this story, if continued, will feature Sympathetic Deceit as a character.

[fandersidesdoodles]

Bottles [Royality]

Sander Sides Fic

AN: Patton’s afraid. He trusts his night to help him. Same universe as “ Your past does not define you”

Warnings: Explicit domestic abuse, yelling, bottles smashing, lying, forced to keep quiet,  homophobic slur, tell me if their anything else!

Word Count: 2452

A strike against the wood of a door frame, the stomping of feet, the feverish yelling and arguing.

The tears wetting his sleeves. He sits inside his closet, quiet as can be safe from only the leaking sobs wracking his body. He shakily picks his phone up from beside him, taking it off the charger and swiftly stuffing the cord into a cute blue backpack covered in stickers.

He loves that bookbag.

He flinches as another crash echoes through the house. Quietly, he looks at his phone, quickly swiping open and inputting his passcode. Open the phone app- no… Not that one. He closes it, moving precariously on shaking hand to open the messenger app instead. He types.

‘Hey, Roman!! Hate to bother you at this hour but is there a chance I could go over to your place?’

He looks over the message for a moment, flinching again as the crack and thud of something being shoved down echos outside his room. In a moments haste he clicks send without thinking, only praying, for once, that Roman is still awake. His eyes flicker to the time on his phone, 1:43AM. He gulps. Maybe he shouldn't have sent the message, can he delete it?

He feverishly goes to type again, only to yelp and accidently send a half finished message when yet another crash echos the thin walled house. His slaps a hand over his mouth to stop from screaming, eyes darting to see what he’d sent.

‘Haha! Nevr mind Roa mn is al’

‘Shoot’ he thinks. ‘I misspelled his name’ He glares at his hands, dropping his phone on his lap. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ He  clenches his hands tight on his lap, digging  his nails into his palm. The once sparkly blue polish that had been set onto them now half scraped off in a nervous attempt to calm his nerves. He glances waywardly at that blue bookbag, it’s full and heavy he knows. But not with school supplies, school ended a few weeks ago. With clothes, extra toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, headphones, etc etc. Even granola bars, trail mix, juice boxes  or the stray candy bar he couldn't help but buy.

Yelling, he hears it much closer now, echoing through the house, up the stairs, down the hall. Another thud as he knows someone's just been shoved down those stairs. He prays his him, but it's probably her. He glances at his phone a final time, only enough to see Romans seen the messages, and he doesn't know if that’s a good or a bad thing. Roman’s typing, but that's the last thing he sees from the phone before the familiar stench of beer floods the room. He holds his breath, quickly shoving the bookbag farther into the closet, out of view. He doesn't have time to discard the phone before the stomps root through his room and wrench open the closet door.

“Paytton what did I say about hiding in the closet, we paid to have you a perfectly good room-”

The man grabs at Patton with a scowl, Patton doesn't correct him on his name. He’s been called a lot of names in times like these. He can’t help the tears that bubble through his eyes, cascading down his face as he feverishly tries to  scooch away. He knows it’s no use. The man scowls, raising a hand with a beer bottle clasped in it, smashing it against the closet door frame. Any remaining drink that was in it showers over Patton, as does the glass.

“STop cryin ya weak bastard child,” He growls over Patton, dropping the rest of the bottle in his hand onto Patton before  aggressively grabbing his curly red hair, easily tangling his fingers in it and tugging. Patton screams, tasting the salt of his tears as he pulled by his hair into his room. The room decorated with stuffed animals, baby blues and yellows, quilted bedding. It’s almost ideal how homely it looks. But the scratches on the floorboards and the bedposts, the tears in the blankets and stuffies, the stains of blood on his white bear plush, and the air wreaking of beer, though the doorless frame to the hallway, is quite enough to taint the image.

Patton shakes uncontrollably, crying in huge gasps and only opening his eyes in alarm when he hears the familiar ring of his phone. Not the MCR he downloaded solely to save as Virgil's ring, not Dee’s ringer(The otamatone cover of the wii theme if you must know), not even Logans Windows XP Theme Song. It’s Sincerely Me, from the dear Evan Hansen Soundtrack. One of Romans latest favorites, and what Patton’s soundly set as his ringer.  Patton’s breath hitches.

The man raises an eyebrow, dropping him with a thud against the scrappy floorboards as he makes his way to the phone, discarded on the closet floor. Patton scrambles to his feet, despite the pain that ensues from being thrown about, and the glass still everywhere. He throws himself in front of the man, trying to reach the phone first, only to have his feet swiped from under him. The man scoffs.

“Yu really are Paisley kid,” he sneers, sending a steel toed boot to his abdomen, causing him to curl in on himself and watch as  the man picks his phone off the floor in tears. The man raises an eyebrow at the caller ID and sends Patton a menacing look. Patton knows what it is, it’s a picture of Roman kissing Patton. Patton remembers the picture well, he had brought snacks for the theatre kids during their rehearsal, as an excuse to see Roman. Roman, hair styled, dyed his signature red, dressed in the prince costume the theatre had him in, and face caked with makeup. Red eyeshadow, gold eyeliner,  lipstick, glitter everywhere. It's such a Roman look, but Patton shivers from the look of the man looming over him now.

“Fucking faggot,” he leers, keeping his boot on Patton's chest as he cries. The man gives a wicked smile, putting a finger to his lips in the universal code of ‘silence’. Patton's heart rate jumps and he tries his hardest to keep his mouth shut. Hard with slow compression of your lungs and the quickly dizzying image of his mind. The man answers the phone, putting it on speaker.

“Hello? Patton? My dearest darling? Why didn't you answer my texts I've been so worried you just cut out!”

Patton’s eyes are pleading with the man above, his head is ringing.

“I’m sorry sir, Patton just went to sleep. Although I’d love to know who you are at this late hour contacting my boy!” His voice is cheery and it makes Patton grimace.

“Oh! Uh. I’m sorry sir, i didn’t mean to wake you if that's it. Patton was texting me, he wanted to come over for the night but if he’s already off to sleep that’s fine! Tell he’s more than welcome, any time to come over though! Haha,” You could almost hear his smile through the phone and Pattons heart crushed with anguish.

“Ah, but you still haven't answered me. Who are you,”

Roman seems about to answer but Patton sees above him, his mother growling, leaping at the man above him. And tackling him down. The phone drops with a thud onto Patton's shoulder and he can’t help but yelp as the boot is promptly off his chest. He’s wheezing and his mother shouts as the man is tackled to the floor. He promptly begins to swing at her and it’s clear she's already hurting from any previous jabs at her. Patton shakes as he grabs his phone, Roman is screaming through the line, pleading for context.

“Patton run! Go get your friend! Now! Jus- get out!” His mother, Paisley, yells at him. Patton flinches, scrambling to grab that book bag from his closet before looking with fear at the pair throwing hands in his room. He quickly descends the stairs, talking quickly into the phone as he wipes his tears away.

“Rom-Roman I’m sorry I didn't want to bother you. I’m coming over now, I-If you’ll still have me… I understand if-” A crash from upstairs remind Patton he needs to hurry as he scuff his feet quickly into his sandals throwing the front door open and sprinting as much as he can on his bruised and bleeding body, glass shards still poking all over him. Roman starts blathering.

“Patton, oh my god what's happening over there!? I’m outside on the deck, I think my momma woke up- yeah the hall lights on- she’s coming down. Patty- oh my god Patton-!” Patton looks up after the minutes of blethering. Patton’s fast on his feet, and it helps he lives only a block away. Patty  pierces his lips as Roman runs towards him from down the street, hanging up the call and shoving his phone in his pocket. Patton forces a smile as Roman gets to him, but he knows he looks about as scraggly as a stray cat.

“Oh my god, Cupcake what happened!? Are you okay?! Oh my, let me take your bag, c’mon love,” Roman quickly takes Patton’s backpack from him, going to hug him before realising he needs a first aid kit first. He doesn't want to press any of the glass in deeper. He settles from  pecking his forehead before a yell echoes down the street, followed by the click of flats on the sidewalk.

“Roman Elizabeth Prince! What the name of Phillipa Soo are you doing out at this hour, young man your are is so much-” Her eyes dart over to finally see Patton and her eyes flare.

“Oh my, what in the- Roman, get the both of you inside right now I’m going to wake up your mother,” Roman nods quickly, ushering Patton along who's just about on the verge of tears again. His face burning with embarrassment only highlighting his freckles.

Once inside Patton is quickly seated on the couch, Roman next to him, and Romans parents descending the steps.

His momma, Bonnie, who had found them outside, has clutched a first aid kit under her arm and is frantically running around- wetting clothes, finding more bandages, tweezers, panicking. A second woman, Romans mother(Renee), is making her way downstairs with haste but not energy. She is rather calm and quickly makes her way over to the duo on the couch, snatching the first aid kit from her wife. Roman is bouncing in his seat, holding Patton's hand but trying not to go off like his momma’s energy. He doesnt wanna scare Patton. Patton himself, is sat still very embarrassed, very quiet, and very guilty.

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to wake everyone up-” He starts to say, flinching as Renee quickly, and silently gets to work plucking glass out of his legs first and patching him up.

“Nonsense,” she sighs finally in response, her voice calm and concentrated. “You could never bother us Patton. Roman always speaks very highly of you, and I believe I can assume this is not a fault of your own.” Her voice is soothing to hear.

“Roman,” She addresses without looking from her work. “Can you and Patton please tell me how this happened?” She raises an eyebrow slightly, finishing up with Patton's leg and standing a bit to look at his arms, and his hair. Patton flinches and forces a smile and a laugh as he speaks.

“It’s not all that important Miss! Bernard just gets actin a bit silly some nights is all!” Roman has see the tremble in his bottom lip a mile away and pierces his own angrily.

“Patton he sounded like a monster!! I heard a crash and yelling and now your here covered in your own blood and you reek of alcohol and you’re terrified  and-”

On top of Romans rambling, Patton starts trying to defend anything he brings up feverishly.

“Nonono! It’s okay! I just tripped a bit, mum was just, uh, arguing. I made Bernard angry, it’s my fault really!-”

On top of this Bonnie is still panicking for the most part in the backgrounds, running around. Renee twitches, growling a bit under her breath before raising her voice.

“Enough!”

Everyone stops, Bonnie stops in her tracks, looking at her wife. Roman shuts his mouth but looks kinda annoyed. Patton near jumps out of his skin and quickly apologizes before shutting up, he can feel more tears welling up and Renee quickly realises her mistake. She sighs.

“Bonnie, dear, can you go make some snacks, maybe? It’ll keep you busy but you’ll still be awake to be with us.” Bonnie breathes with relief and rushes off to make finger sandwiches. Renee returns her attention to Patton whose hand is clenched white and trembling in Romans hand. Renee’s eyes soften.

“I’m sorry Patton, I didn't mean to yell. You don’t have to be afraid and you don’t have to tell me what happened just yet. Okay?” Patton nods a little and as much as he tries to hold back a few tears slip out. Renee smiles warmly is hopes to seem less threatening.

“Okay, Roman you know him better, try to help calm him down. If you need my help I’ll be in the kitchen for now. Patton, you should be fine for now, everything's managed and there's no more glass, you’re free to shower if you want,”

Patton only nods but doesn't move for another few moments as he slouches into the couch and tries to calm his breathing, Roman giving hish and comforting squeezes at his side. A few moments later Bonnie walks into the room, setting a tray of cheese, pepperoni and crackers in front of them on the coffee table. She sits down beside Roman as he urges Patton to take something to nibble on. Patton was never one to pass up food and quickly reached out to make the  cracker sandwiches that define childhood. Bonnie whispers something to Roman who nods before she stands and passes by her wife.

“I’m going to prepare the guest room for Patton,”

“Fantastic, I’ll be heading off to bed. Boys-” She looks the two teens. “Call if you need us”

Roman nods and Patton can only blush embarrassedly.

It’s not long before everyone's in a room. Bonnie and Renee with a quick plan to resolve some of this in the morning before drifting off. Roman trying his damndest to sleep, as Patton opens the door to his room.

No words are needed as Patton and Roman share a look. Pattion crawls into the bed next to him. They drift off in the warm embrace of one another.

Okay so Sam here to say something quick i love this more than i should and I know i'm not the best writer but i'm getting better even if it drags in some places.

This is canon to the world that “Your past does not define you” takes place in

lil quick last things: I love Paisley she is a blessing, Bonnie is an actress (y’know where Roman gets his pursuits) and Renee is a police officer.

Okay I’m done thanks fro reading!!

[scorching-scotch]

Pattonella!AU(The Third Night)

Sander Sides Fic AN: Scene from the Pattonella!Au by @teacupfulofstarshine ;)

Warnings: panic, kisses, worrying? IDk how tagging works?

Word Count: 1663

The second Patton and Virgil arrive they’ve an unspoken agreement to split up. A twinkle in theirs eyes and a rush in their steps and they go their separate ways. Patton’s shoes click as he rushes into the main ballroom looking excitedly around for the youngest prince. As he bounces on his tiptoes looking for his lover a tap on his shoulder alerts him. He spins around to greet the jovial faced prince, both men with a striking eagerness in their eyes. They smile. Roman offers his hand and Patton takes it as a light blush dusts his cheeks like each night before. Patton giggles earning Roman’s own dashin white smile in return. Onlookers have become used to the prince’s infatuation the past few nights. Some still stare, but most simply sweep themselves through the room with partners. The dazzling gold that lights the room is breathtaking.

“I was hoping, my dear, that we may perhaps first take a walk in the gardens this night. Since it will be the last of the ball i wanted it to be special,” He brings Patton's knuckles to his lips, brushing them with a kiss. Pattons entire body feels alight at the action and he can do no more than swallow down anything he might have been able to say and smile a smile gushing with adoration. He nods. Roman slips his arm around Patton's waist and leads him to the gardens.

As they approach Roman looks over at Patton whose awestruck expression reminds him of the first night he saw him. The night he was sure he found his other half.

“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever met,” Roman murmurs softly, brushing some hair from Patton's face. The blue suited boy flushes  with an embarrassed smile as he replies;

“Clearly you’ve never looked unto a mirror then, Prince Roman,”

Roman could feel the scarlet burn fill him-not just his face but his hands and heart and stomach and every inch of him. He felt stunningly warm and for a moment Patton’s smile faltered-scarred he’d done something wrong. Roman reaches under his incredibly fine white and gold jacket- accented with fine velvet reds. Patton feels a little well of instinctual fear and he almost pulls away from the prince. Roman reveals an impeccable gold medallion necklace engraved with both the royal crest and Roman’s personal one etched on each respective side. Carefully, he hands it to Patton. The shorter in blue is awestruck and a little mortified if he's being honest. He cant take something like this from the prince! As he looks back at Roman he can see the unadulterated love  in the young prince’s eyes that earnestly want Patton to take his gift.The medallion being held between the two gently but either refusing to take full hold of it.

“Your highness! This is very sweet but I-” Patton balks. “I simply can’t take this from you-I can’t repay it!”

Roman’s eyes grow worried and strained as Patton started, but softened considerably. He smiles, inching even a little closer to Patton.

“Theres is one way you could repay me-” He gently brings one of his hands up to cup Patton's cheek, leaning forward so his lips are meer millimeters apart. Patton can feel his heart thudding in his chest as he eyes grow wider, his mouth slightly agape and his blush thickening.

“May I?”

“You may-”

Patton leans in pressing his lips softly to the royal, his hands fully encase the medallion-holding it so forcefully to his chest he feels as though he might just merge with it. Roman’s other hand snakes its way around Patton’s waist, pulling them closer together and he deepens the kiss. They pull apart briefly for air and when they look into eachothers eyes all they can see are stars. Roman never understood his brothers infatuation with the night sky but at this moment he can see why those twinkling lights are so beautiful.  They say nothing, only leaning in for a second time.

Meanwhile, Virgil had taken no time in seeking out  the middle prince and letting him lead the race to the palace library. Virgil wanted to get started playing chess as soon as possible because by golly he was gonna finish the game and he was gonna win. The game starts as usual, the two exchanging banter along the way. It’s a close game and the two couldn't deny their anticipation as they leaned into the table- darting eyes calculating every move the others makes. The time is closing in before the evenings final dance as the minutes approach and the adrenaline builds Virgil’s hand sweeps the board as a grand smile spreads his face. A smile so rare and priceless it looks so beautifully crafted upon his face as he jumps up and shouts;

“Checkmate!”

A moment of surprise carries itself as Virgil’s outburst scares even himself. He looks at Logan’s surprised face and there's not a tick before the prince’s face grows a smile of its own as he begins to laugh lovingly. Virgil can only stare in a splendid awe at the most beautiful man he’s ever seen with a laugh that rivals even Patton’s heartfelt giggles in purity that Virgil just can’t help himself. He reaches across the table, cupping Logan’s face and upsetting the remaining pieces on the board as he shoves them into a kiss.

The kiss lasts barely a moment as Logan is too stunned to respond and  Virgil’s realised what he’s done and promptly backed off, stumbling over and upsetting his chair. The colour drains from his face is pure shocking horror, his limbs trembling in fear because he just kissed the prince without permission.

He can’t bare to look at Logan’s blushing face and he feels his heart jolt as he hears Logan’s chair screaming against the floorboards as the prince stands. Virgil keeps his head down as he tries to calm his heart rate, Logan’s slow, calm steps approaching him. Virgil can only muster a single step backwards into the bookshelf before Logan’s hands catch his wrist and softly come to hold his cheek. Virgil flinches a little, Logan lifting Virgil’s chin to look at him. That moment alone Virgil can see the raw, earnest, passionate gaze Logan has beset upon him and that’s all it takes for the blood to rush back to Virgil’s face. Logan swiftly leaning Virgil against the bookshelf as he takes another kiss. They lean away a moment, looking at eachother, then going in for another, and another, and another.

Logan sighs, his eyes spotting the clock as he makes himself pull away. Both men bright faced still hold each other close.

“It will soon be time for the final dance, we should go down to the ballroom,”

“O-oOf course!” Virgil stutters out, still reeling from the affection. Logan smiles at him a small sincere smile as he reaches to the upset chess table and snatches the black queen-promptly tucking it into the front pocket of Virgil’s suit. Virgil stares and blinks in confusion. Logan chuckles lovingly.

“A keepsake of this evening. I hope you will accept it.”

Virgil gulps but smiles feverishly and nods politely. Logan smiles, linking his arm wioth Virgils. The man in purple, just before leaving the room, steals on last kiss. One final kiss to savour before him and Patton are stuck  under Dorians reign again. One last kiss to last an eternity. They descend to the ballroom.

Once down Virgil and Patton spot one another, both smiling and ready to make the most of this last night. Roman quickly sweeps Patton off to dance in a grand flamboyant motion that leaves Pat giggling and blushing. Virgil takes note of the gold medallion  Patton wears and can only wonder. Logan is greeted by a few guests and especially aristocrats who’ve taken into trying to coax him into dancing with them. He brushes them off with a polite but curt dismissal as he turns back to Virgil and offers his hand.  He still can’t help his blush as he takes the offer an the two begin to sweep themselves around the room. Not in the same loud mannar as Roman and Patton, but happy nonetheless. Virgil’s feels a jolt of pride as he notices Dorian looking especially frustrated with the dismissal he and other patrons received at Logans hand.

That pride quickly dissipates minutes later as the resounding ringing of a large clock notifies both Virgil and Patton of the time; Midnight. Virgil feels his blood run cold as he suddenly realises just how tired he feels. He snaps his neck to see Patton staring straight back at him-Roman worriedly asking whats wrong as Logan begins to as well. At the same time the men push away from the royals with snappy apologies they run to greet one another  as Virgil feels the strain on his body. He grabs patton’s arm and the two make quick haste as they dash from the scene. But with both princes hot on their tracks and the many guests blocking their way Virgil just can’t hold it anymore. The glamour keeping them anonymous has dropped and Patton locks eyes with a snarling Dorian and he just knows that everything that they’ve done the past few nights is going to crash around them when they return home. Patton gasps as the tears start flowing and he can feel in chest tighten in pure terror and Virgil has to pull him along as the snobby patrons gasp away-their suits glamour revealing the shredded clothes they really adorn. Virgil hasn't turned around. He can feel his heart hammering as the gravity of the situation sets in but he can’t do anything but run with Patton in tow.  

The Sanders estate feels cold and homeless-even more than usual. The two collapse in the main lobby, sobbing hysterically into eachothers arms because what will Dorian do to them when he returns.

The prince’s can only stand in shocked horror, side by side, as they watch the loves of their lives disappear into the night.

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