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my-happy-little-bean · 4 years

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Rooftop Reassurance

words: 1851 pairing: logince warnings: talks about committing suicide (though no one dies), alcohol consumption, depression, swearing, breakups summary: logan finds a stranger one night sitting on balcony rails in tears, a thousand feet above the city below; then find roman six months later, standing on a table singing with a bright grin. both occurrences confuse him, but he decides to chat with him for both. based on the prompt: you saw him on the rooftop twice; once at a party, and the other when he was sitting on the ledge.

a/n - pt. 3 of ‘let’s indulge bean in their slightly low quality, very personal fics’ ~ (a real series now on ao3 oops–)

this time, this was all inspired by one of my deep dives on tik tok at 3 am. yes, i’m actually writing based off a tik tok. this is where i’m at now (there’s funny people there alright–)

anyway here’s hoping that this all makes sense and is good enough to justify me posting it, heh :’)

enjoy!

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“Holy shit.”

Virgil lowered his drink. “What?”

Logan didn’t give Virgil a response, instead moving past him in the direction his eyes were set on. He didn’t even look back when Virgil made an attempt to further question him.

He knocked into a few drunk shoulders in his haste, making his way to the rooftop entrance.

Logan had been to Patton’s apartment a few times and for some strange reason, there was always a party happening. Maybe that was because, for an even stranger reason, Patton always had something to celebrate.

The day he found him was after Patton’s almost-birthday party.

Streamers weaved themselves through the balcony railing, the sign reading “Happy Birthday (for real this time)!” now lopsided and close to the floor. Logan’s eyes scanned the entire scene until he saw

A man, sitting on the rails of the balcony, with his legs dangling over the edge and in the air.

Roman, standing on a table, holding his drink high in the air with a big grin.

Logan slowly approached him, afraid that if he made any sudden movements, the ghost of him would disappear in an instant.

However, when he got close enough to the man, he realized this was no ghost.

In fact, Roman was already responding to him, hopping off the table and waving a few friends off before going in his direction.

Logan felt a chill run down his spine.

“Hey!” Roman said brightly, holding his arms up for what appeared to be a hug. Logan, still stiff from surprise, simply let it happen. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Logan echoed incredulously. “You’re standing on a table.”

“Are you alright?”

Roman blinked. “I’m fine!”

“ Totally fine.”

Logan felt a smile drift onto his face, one of a foreign kind of relief he wasn’t expecting.

“It’s...well, it is really good to see you,” Logan said, pushing up his glasses. He could smell the beer off of Roman’s pearly grin. Oh well.

“You look...good,” Logan hesitantly added.

The man laughed so hard, but didn’t turn around. He doubled over in his hysterics, and Logan’s breath hitched.

“Why thank you, Microsoft nerd!” Roman chirped, still laughing as he reached over to grab Logan’s hand. The contact made Logan’s head spin.

“So are you going to dance with me?”

“Because no one danced with me tonight.”

Logan blinked.

“Dance?”

“This is a party, bro-chacho!” Roman let go of his hand to swing his arm around Logan’s still-tense shoulder. “We gotta dance! Besides, it’s the least I can do for

the man who’s gonna save my life,” the man laughed again. “Is that who you’re gonna be?”

Logan paused. “It is unreasonable of me to assume I could save your life, but I can get you standing next to me, which would be a good start.”

He outstretched his hand to the man who wasn’t even looking at him.

“Please,

Roman, you don’t have to repay me for anything,” Logan said slowly. “I haven’t talked to you in so long;I am just glad to see you.”

The man turned his head slightly. Against the forgotten fairy lights’ hues, Logan could see streaks of black mascara trailing down his cheeks. Then, he turned his head back, facing away from him once more.

“I’m glad to see you too,” Roman said; more softer, more vulnerable this time. “Sorry, I’m not like, keeping you from anything am I? I kinda just saw you and went for it, heh. I can let you go back to whatever you’re doing...?”

“No no,” Logan hummed.

“I’m going to sit with you.”

Roman nodded readily with that glowing smile again, taking Logan’s hand once more and leading them to a quiet corner of the balcony, next to the rails

Logan did his best to climb over, shakily settling himself a thousand feet above the ground.

“You should get off,” the man said darkly.

“You should as well.”

“How have you been doing?” Logan asked as he and Roman sat on a couch next to each other. Roman smiled, almost sheepishly.

“Better, actually,” he admitted. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Logan felt the words "already?" sit on his tongue, but he decided to actively practice this 'empathy' Patton had mentioned to him once.

“Ah really?”

“Yeah.” Roman’s smile only grew. “His name is Dr. Picani. He's really good at his job.”

“I got dumped,” the man groaned, seemingly giving up on getting Logan to leave him alone. His grasp on the rails tightened, which Logan was secretly thankful for. “I know it’s a stupid reason for being this upset and an even stupider reason to be sitting on a balcony because it was never really a good relationship to begin with, but fuck I loved him and he was the only familiar thing in my life keeping me…”

He lifted one hand to wave it around, wobbling ever so slightly. He seemed to be struggling to find words because he finished by saying, “You know?”

“Please be careful–”

“I just don’t fucking get it,” the man cut him off. He motioned over to the city below them, barely buzzing as the late night simmered into early morning. “Isn’t this the part in life where everything clicks? When you’re 28 with someone you love and a job you don’t hate? Isn’t this the part where you stare out at the world you live in and smile because you got past the bad shit and now you’re here?”

Logan sighed.

“I...I don’t think that part ever comes.”

“This is the worst rooftop reassurance ever.”

“Oh." Logan chuckled. "Well, he sounds like a very positive presence in your life.”

“You know, you can just say you’re happy for me,” Roman teased, nudging him slightly, “you know, like a normal person?”

Logan blushed. “I am happy for you.”

“When’s the part where I’m happy, then?” the man continued. New tears seemed to run across dried ones. “If that part never comes, is there at least a part where I’m just...okay?”

“Of course there is.” Against his better caution, he lifted his own hand and rested it against the stranger’s knee. “There are plenty of moments; better moments. There is no singular part in which your life changes for the better and stays that way forever, but there is a continuous stream of...of better moments.”

“I never got to formally thank you for that night,” Roman said once some silence had passed. He giggled again, all light and airy. “Well, never got to thank you properly. I was too drunk when I said thank you that night, so that doesn’t count.”

“You are also drunk now.”

“...that’s besides the point.” Roman cleared his throat. “So to make up for it, I– Roman Prince– would like to say

“I’m sorry,” the man said. He laughed again, all dark and heavy. “I know it’s probably not a great look, to be drunk and sitting on the edge of a balcony that’s waaaay too high above the ground–"

“Glad we are finally addressing that.”

“–but I appreciate the fact that you stayed. Really, I do.”

Logan nodded. “Of course, Roman.”

A beat of silence.

“I...I wasn’t going to jump.” Roman cleared his throat. “Obviously.”

Logan gulped, suddenly afraid. “Obviously.”

“I just needed to clear my head.”

“Understandable.”

“But– and now this is going to sound concerning but it’s not–”

“Not a great way to preface this–”

“But imagine if I did fall?” The man tilted his head upwards at the moving clouds above them. “All those feelings, rushing through you one by one as gravity pulls you down, down, down…”

Logan, for a moment, let himself stare at the stranger as he talked. After all, he didn’t have the words to respond to his ramble, so he decided to listen.

Roman must have decided to move on from their seemingly sentimental conversation because he spontaneously launched into a subject Logan knew nothing about. Still, Logan did his best to listen.

Roman’s eyes seem to light up like lightning without the thunder that kept the storm alive.

He waved his hands so animatedly, which Logan never understood; no human had to express themselves with that much physicality, yet when he was still, he didn’t seem to be human at all.

And he was beautiful, Logan couldn’t help but think.

Why didn’t he see that?

“Hey!” Logan jumped as Roman snapped his fingers in front of his face. “You okay?”

“You’ve been quiet for a while,” the man said, snapping Logan out of his trance. “Did I go too far?”

“No, no you didn’t.” Logan shakily pushed up his glasses. “It’s just…”

He sighed.

“The way you talk alone is something worth staying alive for.” Logan took a deep breath and lifted his gaze to meet him. “I know this isn’t the happiest story but… but you need to tell everyone your stories, no matter what kind. Everyone needs to hear you, at least once.”

“I’m okay,” Logan said, pushing up his glasses and straightening up. “Sorry, I was just...thinking.”

“Thinking?” “About–

the way this stranger smiled

–that night.”

Roman stiffened at the words, and Logan hastily went to pick them back up, adding, “Um, we do not need to talk about it anymore if you so desire–”

“Nah, it’s okay!” Roman, to his surprise, blushed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just don’t want your impression of me to forever be tainted by that night.”

Logan shook his head softly. “You are much more to me than a moment of sadness.”

“It’s not all sad, though,” the man said through sniffles. “I mean...I just attended a really great party.”

“Even if the party was for a made up occasion?”

“All occasions are made up.”

“...touché.”

“Plus, I kinda made a friend.” His voice seemed much quieter than the louder, more thunderous one that painfully struck with every word it spoke. “And that makes me feel a lot better.”

“It does?” Logan frowned. “But I didn’t solve anything. I just...said things.”

“Yeah.” The lightning in his eye seemed to fade into a small twinkle. “Sometimes that’s all someone needs.” A pause. “Does...does that sound stupid? I probably sound stupid.”

“Hey,” Roman suddenly said, “I know this is rather forward of me–”

“I feel as though nothing is quite too forward for you–”

“–but could I maybe grab some drinks with you sometime?” Roman blushed. “It can be coffee, heh. Don’t want to always be drunk and stupid around you.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“That would perhaps be a wise choice,” Logan said with a small laugh. Roman grinned at the sound.

“I just want to get to know you,” Roman said, leaning in closely; close enough that Logan was blinking so hard trying to focus on him properly. “And...and I want to have a better moment with you.”

Logan smiled.

“I’m glad I could be here for you…”

“Roman,” the man– Roman– said. “I’ll shake your hand when we’re down from up here and you can tell me yours, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Logan finally said. “I’d like that.”

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ashrain5 · 5 years

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Ok so stop me if I ever bother you with these prompts but: Non-serious fic with a tired dad deceit, hyper kid Remus, and danger kid Virgil (more fight than flight at that age). Bonus points for a also tired dad Patton with yet another hyper kid and a kid that is waaaay too curious for his own good. Maybe you could add in the theorized Orange as the punk older teen sibling

First off, I know this has been sitting in my inbox for well over two months now but you could never bother me with these!

Wordcount: about 1400

Warnings: Deceit, Remus, body horror (multiple eyes), mild violence, mild injury

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Ah. Peace and quiet. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, his coffee was hot and just the way he liked it. Deceit loved mornings like this one. He could just relax and enjoy the common room of the ‘dark’ mindscape to himself.

This was the reason that mornings were his favorite time of day. That and the evenings, once Virgil and Remus were in bed. If they went to bed at all, that is.

He was only on his second cup of coffee when he heard a door slam open upstairs. Loudly. That was his peaceful morning over.

Remus came crashing down the stairs in his typical fashion, sounding more like a herd of elephants than a ten year old.

“Hi Mom, I’m hungry.” the little side screeched, immediately gong for the garbage to root through it for food. How he got into that habit, Deceit had no idea. He came with it already in place when he was yeeted into the dark side of Thomas’ mind.

“Remus, there is food literally on the counter next to you, get out of the trash!” Deceit scolded, pulling on Remus’ legs to pull him out of the bin. Then, as an afterthought he added “And I told you not to call me Mom!”

“But Roman calls Morality Dad! And he’s the only adult on the light side so why can’t you be Mom? You’re the one who takes care of us!”

He heaved a world weary sigh. Why couldn’t the kid just accept his request without questioning it. But oh well. Nothing he could do about it right now. Especially since Remus had found some food and was already scuttling off back upstairs again. Probably off to bother Virgil now. Chaos was about to become Even More ChaosTM. Great.

… Or not! Huh. the Mindsape stayed blessedly quiet instead of erupting into screaming as he had expected. Seemed like Remus just went to his own room.

Deceit wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth so he went back to enjoying his coffee. It seemed like his peaceful morning wasn’t quite over after all.

But eventually he finished his third cup and a bowl of cereal. Breakfast over, it was time to actually start the day so he got up again and cleaned his used dishes. Just for good measure he started up another pot of coffee. Maybe he could sneak a travel mug of it to the meeting he had with Morality.. Then he might be able to handle Remus and Roman together. Logic and Virgil were calm enough to not make the extra coffee necessary but the twins definitely did.

Honestly - and Deceit can’t believe he’s actually being honest - Deceit hated these get togethers but he knew it was important to Remus because the kid missed his brother, even though he liked to deny it. Also, Virgil always seemed to enjoy Logic reading to him.

They would have to get moving relatively soon so technically he should be trying to get Virgil to eat something but the kid always got too anxious to eat before these meetings so Deceit had given up on it a while ago. He just made sure the kid had a snack once they got back.

Just as he finished the dishes he hears a door open. Audible but not a slam. Two sets of feet rushed down the hallway, telling him that Remus had apparently not retreated to his room but to Virgil’s. It sounded like he had bothered Virgil into waking up early.

Well, early for Virgil’s standards at least.

“Leave me alone! Stop it, Remus. Stop pushing me!” Deceit heard Virgil say just before both boys yelped. Then he saw Remus tumble down the stairs with a mighty crash. He landed in a heap at the foot of the stairs. As soon as the crash had faded into silence there was the tup tup tup of Virgil’s footsteps descending the stairs and using Remus’ tummy as a launch pad, ramming his little foot right into the soft flesh as he ran towards deceit.

“He was trying to push me down the stairs, Dee!” He tattled, looking up at him with all his eight eyes as he tried to climb up his body. Deceit hoisted him up, balancing the four year old on his hip.

“So you pushed him down the stairs instead, little spider? You’re all Fight and no Flight aren’t you? I would’ve thought you to be too little to do much of either.” He mused, walking over to the stairs to check on Remus. No injuries, just shock and a bit of windedness. “Have you learned your lesson about trying to go up against Fight or Flight yet?”

“Absolutely not! I’ll get him one of these days! Just ‘cuz he’s got his animal already doesn’t mean he’s stronger than me. He’s tiny!” Remus insisted, getting up only to point his finger at Virgil threateningly.

Deceit had the theory that Remus hadn’t developed his animal trait yet because he had spent spent half his life as a different side before that side split into Remus and Roman. It was… logical but that didn’t mean that Remus wasn’t salty about it.

“Of course, Remus. But that will have to wait until later because we will have to leave soon or we’ll be late to our meeting with the others.”

This got him a pout and a reluctant fine.

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They crossed the passageway between light and dark a good hour later, after forcing Remus into clean clothes and smudging black eyeshadow under Virgil’s two main eyes to hide his little spider eyes. No need for the light sides to know what Virgil presented as after all. And no need to subject them to the abysmal smell of Remus’ week old clothing. Bad enough that he couldn’t force him to take a shower.

Patton was in the common room already and called Logan and Roman down when he saw the other three enter.

Roman and Logan came rushing down the stairs; Logan with a book and Roman with a wooden toy sword. The twins started wrestling the moment they were within reach of each other, very nearly bowling Logan over as well. He settled in with his back against the couch, next to Virgil who had curled up against the corner of the L-shaped couch.

Deceit and Patton settled on the couch to ‘catch up.’

“Soooo… How are things on your side of the mind?” Patton asked just like he always did.

“Oh, you know. Terrible. Remus definitely settled on an animal. He’s been absolutely bearable.”

“Oh. Okay. That’s good to hear. Maybe he’ll settle down a bit soon.”

Deceit only gave him an unimpressed look. Remus had and would never calm down. Even the thought of it was laughable.

“…. Right. Okay. So. Logan’s been reading Harry Potter ever since you mentioned it last time. He decided to read it to Anxiety today since he liked it so much and noticed that Anx seems to like listening to him read.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” he pointed out. Logic was quite excitedly reading to Virgil, the cover of his book visible to the two adults. And okay, fine, they were adorable. Virgil had curled up closer to Logic and seemed quite entranced by the nine year old`s voice and the story he was reading.

There was a moment’s peace before a wail split the air.

“Daaaad! Remus hit me!”

Patton sighed and got to his feet to check on Roman, getting him an ice pack to soothe the forming bruise on his shin. He returned with the ‘wounded’ half of Creativity, making him sit with them for a while. Remus joined them, bored on his own.

And this was… actually quite nice! The twins were quiet and sitting still and so were Logic and Anxiety. The only noise was Logic reading about Harry’s first adventure at Hogwarts. Deceit was almost tempted to fall asleep.

Then Remus started teasing Roman, Roman tackled Remus and they went right back to what they had been doing before.

Bye Bye, Quiet.

But oh well. It wasn’t like Deceit wasn’t used to things like this. Virgil being much smaller didn’t stop Remus from fighting him so the dark sides’ common room was rarely quiet.

The rest of their visit continued similarly. Roman and Remus kept playing and fighting while Logan managed to get through a good portion of his book, unbothered or ignorant to the fact that Virgil had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

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