Hey y’all! I know it’s been a while but with covid and everything I really needed a break. I’ll get back to more regular writing soon, but this one is a little bit of a short vent.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort (HighSchool!Au)
Pairings: Romantic Logince
Warnings: Mentions of parents fighting, Mentions of toxic home environment
Summary: Logan has an unexpected late night interruption to his studying from his dejected boyfriend Roman who’s in need of some comfort
Word Count: 556 (Very short like I said)
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The high school senior’s face was dimly lit by the blue glow of his laptop screen. Across his desk was a small table lamp that illuminated his open chemistry textbook and notes. The lab write-up he was writing reflected in the lenses of square, black glasses. Logan had been studying for a few hours now in silence, only moving downstairs every so often to refill his mug with some coffee, a little cream and two sugars as always. The only disturbance to break the silence was when tapping came from Logan’s second-story window.
Logan glanced over to see his boyfriend, Roman, peeking in, sitting on the roof outside with a weak smile. His reddish-brown hair was tousled instead of neatly set like usual. He was in a NASA hoodie that he'd stolen from Logan the last time he stayed over and a pair of his own black sweatpants, socks instead of shoes. Logan quirked an eyebrow as he walked over and opened the window, “Roman? What’s up-”
Roman hugged Logan before he could finish his sentence, relaxing into his arms almost instantly as he took a shaky breath. Logan’s eyes widened and he froze for a few moments before wrapping his arms around Roman and pulling him close. He hugged him tight and gently pulled Roman the rest of the way through the window, sitting him down on the edge of his bed before pulling away and kneeling down in front of him, “Roman, what’s going on?”
Roman took a deep breath and rubbed his already red and puffy eyes before looking at his boyfriend, “C-can I stay here for the night?”
Logan took a deep breath and gave a weak smile, nodding as his heart broke a bit. He grabbed the tan blanket folded neatly on the edge of his bed and wrapped it around his normally vivacious lover’s shoulders, “Of course you can, did something happen at home babe?”
Roman pulled the blanket around himself a bit more and nuzzled the fluffy texture of the blanket, “My parents are fighting, it was too loud to sleep.”
Logan frowned, his heartbreaking a bit as he sat down beside roman, wrapping an arm around them, “Is...that all?”
Logan’s expression shifted to one of concern as he rubbed Roman’s arm through the sleeve of the hoodie, “Escalate?”
Roman looked down, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as his bangs fell in front of his crimson eyes, “My dad threw a plate,” he looked back at Logan, “Not at anyone but...” he paused before a little awkward laugh came out, “I haven’t heard that sound in a while and I just...”
Logan tilted his head, , “Startled?”
Roman nodded, “Y-yeah...I just, don’t want to be around it..”
Logan nodded, “I get that...here-” Logan got up and grabbed his laptop and notes before moving back to the bed. He laid down with Roman, Roman’s head on his chest, before pulling the blankets over them and setting up his studying materials. Roman nuzzled Logan, eyes slipping shut as he took a deep breath, “I love you..” he whispered.
Logan smiled and hummed, pecking his lover’s lips and starting to work on his lab write-up , “I love you too my prince..”
Summary: Prince Roman meets with members of the Royal Guard and his father to discuss the robberies of local shop keeps around the kingdom.
Genre: A little bit of angst
Warnings: Non supportive parent, self-doubt, mention of robberies, mention of weapons
Word Count: 1,611 words
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The young prince hurried down the deep red carpet that led down the long corridor of the palace, a few castle guards trailing after him. His crimson eyes trailed from the artwork on the walls, to the windows lining the corridor's left side, and to the doors right in front of him, giving him an anxious appearance. The bottom of his bold red cloak brushed against the back of his knees as he walked. He wore a neat white tunic tucked into formal, tan colored trousers, the cloak attached right at his left shoulder with an elegant gold clasp among other small, gold accessories. The white dress shirt was covered diagonally by a red sash that seemed recently ironed. Every part of his attire seemed spotless, from the straight cuffs of his shirt to the shine of his recently polished shoes. He approached the large wooden doors at the end of the hallway and stopped for a few moments. He adjusted the edges of his cloak, making sure they rested evenly and neatly at his knees as well as the sash, making sure it splayed evenly and wasn't wrinkled in any places. After fussing with his neatly styled hair a bit and making sure the silver crown, one that was no where near as elegant as those of the king and queen, was on the top of his head and was in the perfect place. The prince took a deep breath and proceeded opened the grand double cedar doors leading into his father’s study.
Inside was King Alanus along with the head of the royal guard, Sir Patton, and a few other knights. They were standing around a large table that a map of the kingdom had been spread out on, the corners held down with various heavy books so the information could be consumed. On the map there were six or seven red X’s, each one on a different marketplace or local shop. Roman approached the table, making his way to his father’s side. He gave a short nod, “Good afternoon, Father.”
The king rose his head at the words, exposing the crinkles in his skin from the corner of his mouth and eyes and the graying of the reddish-brown hair he shared with his son. He didn’t smile, no, he didn’t even greet his son. Just grunted, “You’re late.”
Roman frowned as he approached his father’s side, “My apologies.”
The king only responded with a quiet growl, standing up a bit straighter and clearing his throat, “I’m sure that Sir Patton would be happy to fill you in on what you missed due to your late arrival..”
Patton looked up from the map covered table, his curly blonde hair falling in front of his sapphire eyes as he almost immediately stood to attention. The head knight was wearing an outfit composed of shiny silver armor pieces that were bordered with gold, black leather padding visible in between the sturdy medal plates. The plates were centered around his chest, shoulders, and knees, his arms and legs given some leather padding. A light blue cape was attached by the shoulder plates, falling so it just barely brushed the floor. Patton nodded, adjusting his uniform the slightest bit before resting his hands on the edge of the table, leaning over the map, “We’ve been notified of several robberies across town. Originally we believed they were unrelated events, but when they begun to overlap..it became a bit more clear that they were connected in one way or another..”
Roman contemplated for a few moments, crossing his arms, “What has been stolen?”
Patton rubbed at the back of his neck, “That’s the odd thing, no money was stolen from any of the establishments, it was the wares of the shop. Anything from food to bandages to...weapons..”
Roman nodded, looking up to the knight, “Stockpiling perhaps..?”
Patton nodded, “My thoughts exactly, this had led us to believe that there has been the creation of a-”
“A thieves guild..” King Alanus cut off the knight. He cleared his throat again, “In that case we’ll have to take them down before they cause serious harm. Here’s what I want-”
“I can do it.”
The king looked over at his son, almost seeming surprised. He chuckled a bit, shaking his head, “You think you can take down an entire thieves guild?”
Roman nodded, standing up a bit straighter as he turned to fully face his father, “I’m positive.”
His father shook his head, “Roman, I don’t think-”
“I can do it..” he insisted, “I’m the heir to the throne, how am I supposed to rule a kingdom if I haven’t proven myself worthy of the responsibility..”
Patton eyed the prince before looking at the king, bowing his head a bit, “With all do respect your majesty..I do believe that the prince should be given a chance to prove himself.”
The king pondered the proposal for the following moments, doubt filling his face as he gave an exasperated sigh, “Very well then, but one mistake and I’m taking control of this operation. We don't have room for careless mistakes, not with the safety of the kingdom and its citizens on the line,” he looked down at his son with a serious, but somewhat doubtful, expression, “Do you understand me?”
The young prince nodded, seemingly shrinking a bit under the eyes of the king “Yes, Father.”
With that King Alanus gave a sharp nod and cleared his throat yet again, quickly tidying his clothing before beginning for the door, “Well then, I’ll leave it in your hands..”
The knights in the room, whom were the king’s personal guard, followed close behind, disappearing from sight as the cedar doors closed, sending the click of the closing door echoing through the room. Roman placed his hands on the table, sighing as he removed his crown and set it down, “What have I done?”
Patton frowned, making his way around the table and to the prince’s side. He placed a gentle hand on the prince’s shoulder. Roman and Patton had always considered each other more friends and less a prince and his knight. They’d been close since Patton had started his apprenticeship as a teenager and continued to grow closer. In fact, Roman would commonly sneak out of the castle to visit Patton and his husband, Logan, at their house across the kingdom.
Patton gave the prince a gentle smile, “You trusted your instincts, which is the quality of a strong leader,” He turned Roman to face him, Patton’s hands on his shoulders, “You’ve got this, Roman. I believe in you. We’ll take this guild down together, and I’ll make sure to give advice anywhere I can.”
Roman gave a weak smile and nodded a bit, the smile falling shortly afterward into a nervous frown, “But...what if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.”
Patton’s comforting smile grew a bit, patting Roman on the back, “I can assure you that you haven’t..you’re going to do a great job,” he moved his hands back to the table as he leaned his elbows on the edge of it, “Trust me..”
Roman’s smile returned, “I do..”
Patton chuckled, “I’m glad,” he stood up fully once more, stretching before backing away from the table, “Now as much as I’d enjoy to stay and chat some more, I have some recruits to train,” he began making his way to the door, stopping just short of exiting, “I believe in you, your highness..”.
Roman smiled and gave a short nod, waving at the knight as he made his exit. As soon as Patton left, Roman sighed, letting his head fall to rest on the table as he took a seat in a nearby chair. He huffed a bit, muttering a bit to himself as he tried to start formulating a plan in his brain that he could present to the royal guard. After a few moments he stood up, stretching and taking a deep breath before deciding he would be able to think better in the castle’s courtyard.
On the prince’s way out of the study, he stopped short of the door as a small clatter from outside drew his attention. It sounded..nearby. From the window at the far end of the room, in fact. So he carefully drew closer to the window, almost sneaking up on it like a lion hunting its prey. Once he got close enough to the window he peered out of it, suspicious that it possibly was being used to spy on the meeting, yet he couldn’t see evidence that anyone had been there at all. The only thing that sparked even the slightest interest was the view of the bustling market located on the main street of the kingdom. He sighed, making his way back to the door and finally making his exit.
But Roman had a right to be suspicious...because someone had been spying.
Now perched above the window and out of sight of where the prince had been searching was a man. He was quite tall and muscular, the dark green hood of a cloak pulled over his while reddish-brown hair. His green eyes pierced through the shadows that masked his face and messy mustache. The rest of his body was shrouded in old, almost ragged, black and grey clothing, small accents of dark green present throughout it. But as quickly as he had been there, spying on the important affairs of the kingdom's leaders, he was gone, hopping from the roof and landing on his feet with quite a bit of grace before he disappeared into the bustling crowd of the marketplace, headed for the edge of the city.
