In My Dreams I Rocked and Ruled the Wonderland
After the events of POF:Redux Roman decides to take drastic measures to try and fix the problem. Unfortunately a certain potty-mouthed duke decided to tag along with him. Multi-Fic. Being cross-posted here and on Ao3.
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Warnings: Threats, food mention, cursing, inapropiate langauge, gore, Remus stuff.
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-I hold so many small regrets And what-ifs down inside my head Some confidence it couldn't hurt me My demeanor is often misread
I'm sitting here, crying in my prom dress I'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest Makeup is running down, feelings are all around How did I get here I need to know
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Roman woke up to someone singing.
He groggily got up and saw Quixote sitting in a chair next to his bed singing softly to himself as he read a book. He started to panic, ‘Quixote? Why was he in this bed? Where was- Oh.’ The events of yesterday replayed in his mind and a pit started to form in his chest. ‘How the Hell was he supposed to get out of here? Could he even get out?’
Quixote stopped his singing as he noticed Roman, “Why Hello Your Highness, did you have a good night’s rest?”
Roman stayed silent and Quixote frowned, “Roman, I asked a question. Don’t pretend like you can’t hear me.”
“It was fine,” Roman replied not wanting to feel Quixote’s wrath. When Quixote slapped him it was like someone had set him on fire. Like someone was striking him with lighting and every imperfection was being made known to him.
Quixote smiled satisfied with Roman’s answer, “Well now that you’re awake it’s time to get you into your new outfit!”
Roman raised an eyebrow, “Outfit?”
“Your outfit for breakfast,” Quixote said as he walked over to Roman’s closet and opened it, “You’re having breakfast with the King today so I want you to look your best! First impressions go a long way y’know.”
Roman looked out of the window. ‘Perhaps he could climb down the castle? But what about Remus-’
“I sure hope you’re not thinking about leaving, Dearest,” Quixote said sharply as he laid out Roman’s outfit for him. “It would be very rude to the King. He’s been waiting for your arrival for a long time y’know.”
Roman looked back at him and gave him a fake smile, “No not all! Just wanted to admire my kingdom that’s all!”
Quixote rolled his eyes, “Don’t lie to me Roman, you’re not a snake. Besides it’s not your kingdom, at least not right now. Now stop wasting time and put on your clothes, you’re going to be late.”
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“I feel like a peacock,” Roman said as he fiddled with his circlet, “And not in the good way.”
“Oh don’t be like that, Roman, it’s merely a part of being royalty,” Quixote rebuked.
The dress was nice enough. It reminded Roman of Merida’s princess dress but with a more full skirt and sleeves. The gold detailing was nice all, but the circlet was where he had problems. After the split the twins vowed to never wear crowns. They didn’t want to be reminded of who they once were. And while the circlet wasn’t exactly a crown it still felt too much, even for Roman.
They reached the dining room and Quixote held of Roman’s hands, “I expect to make a good first impression on your own.”
“You’re not going to be here?” Roman asked.
Quixote sighed, “Unfortunately not. I have some business to carry out, and while I do think you definitely need my guidance I can’t push off what I need to do any longer. So like I said. Make a good first impression, or, good enough for you anyway.”
“Quixote? Is Roman ready? He’s welcome to come in” Roman heard a voice say.
Quixote whispered softly, “Do your best.” And he opened the doors and left.
Roman looked around the dining area. It was definitely extravagant to say the least. Nearly everything was made out of marble and all of the flowers, curtains, and everything was red. It had definitely changed from when he last here, but it was comforting to see something slightly familiar.
Roman then looked at the head of the table and he saw who it was presumably. Again he was almost an exact replica of Roman, save for some differences. His outfit was completely different. He wore a long black coat with gold detailing and a silver cape. His hair was fixed in a neat ponytail and was jet black, but the main attraction was his crown. It seemed to be made completely out of gold and silver details. Roman wondered how he managed to keep it on his head with how heavy it looked. There was also a scepter and an orb on the table. The scepter and orb were made of gold and red and green gemstones decorated them. ‘Odd,’ Roman thought to himself, ‘Wonder what they’re used for?’
The King gestured to the end of the table, “Please sit. I've been waiting to speak with you.”
Roman shakily sat down in his chair and a plate of french toast appeared in front of him. Roman smiled as he noticed the raspberries making a smile in the corner. ‘Pat’s speciality,’ He thought.
“I see you’ve missed the others,” Roman’s head snapped up and the King put both of his hands in front of him. “Do not be so on edge Roman. I’m not here to hurt you.”
Roman glared at him, “Why do I have trouble believing that, your royal douche?”
King smiled sadly, “It’s King Hades, but you can call me Hades. And to answer your question it’s because I care about you.”
Roman covered his mouth trying not to let out a laugh. Hades, “Yes, yes I get it. The methods I used to get you here weren't exactly the most noble but I did what I had to do Roman.”
Roman stopped his laughter, a chill going down his spine, “You brought me here? Why?”
Hades folded his hands on the table, “We have some things to discuss Prince Roman.”
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“ROMAN I SWEAR YOU BETTER COME DOWN HERE AND GET ME BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS!” Remus yelled as he banged on the cell door.
Remus was pissed off. One second that Quixote guy was talking about some stupid nonsene and next he’s knocked out. To make it worse he could see his morningstar near the entrance of the dungeons, mocking him. He huffed, this was so shitty! Remus hated not being in control of situations so being locked in a cell with no one to annoy and nothing to do was his own personal Hell.
“I would be appreciative if you would stop that racket. Our dear Prince doesn’t need to hear your shrieking. You’ve already influenced him too much,” Quixote said as he walked in the dungeons.
Remus smiled wickedly, “Well well well, if it isn’t Prince Pompous Pig Shit. Thought you didn’t want to be around people like me? Aww, am I starting to grow on you?”
Quixote sneered, “Would you stop with such vulgar language? The other sides would like you more if you weren’t such a pest.”
Remus blinked at him, “Are being serious right now? You’re actually trying that ‘use my insecurities’ tactics against me?” Remus laughed, “Newsflash buddy! I don’t give a single flying fuck about what those honey nut lame-o-s think of me! You can’t manipulate me like you can with Roman, shitbag. So let me out so we can get out of each other's way and never bother each other again, capiche?”
Quixote took a deep breath, “You shouldn’t be so crude. I was only trying to give you some advice, but I guess I’ll be on my way. Such a shame no will be in your company.”
Remus stood still for a moment before his smile grew bigger, “Aww, you have to go so soon?”
Quixote, “No, but I’m using Logan’s advice. You’re merely a nuisance. As long as no one is around you to give you attention you’re harmless.”
Remus glared at him, “I’m bash your head in and use your brain to make a smoothie.”
Quixote laughed, “That would be threatening if one, you could actually conjure anything,” He pointed to the morningstar, “And two, if you had your little toy. But you don’t so I feel no fear. Buh bye!”
Remus watched as Quixote left him completely alone.
Remus grabbed his hair and tore some of it out. How the did Hell was he supposed to get out? His powers weren’t working at all and he had no way to contact Roman. He crumpled to the ground.
He was left alone again. Just like when he was split, just like when Virgil left, and recently like how Janus left. He chuckled sadly to himself, it seemed he was always bound to be alone.
