#romantic remile

[logan-the-artist]

they’re in my head 24/7. obsessed with them. in love with them.

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[candied-peach]

ao3: "soft flames on my tongue" rating: T warnings: remile, candle mishap, food, nonbinary emile and remy genre: fluff description: Remy tries to make the evening romantic. Operative word: tries. (prompt from here, lyrics from christina perri's "a thousand years")

And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Remy's heart feels like it might pound its way out of his chest, and for once, he's pretty sure it's not because he's two steps away from a caffeine overdose. Emile's on their way home, and Remy's never been more nervous, not even when Emile first stepped into his heart and asked if he'd like to go out sometime. 

It's their fifth anniversary. It's their fifth anniversary, and Remy wants it to be special. He paces the hallway, peering into each room as he crosses it. The living room, where he's put out some cinnamon-scented candles. Warm light flickers across the walls. He's got every season of Steven Universe lined up, for Emile to pick and choose their favorite episodes. He actually made Emile's favorite cookies (peanut butter ones, and he hopes they taste good), and bought some of Emile's favorite chocolates. He even got a special chocolate cupcake with pink glitter. Pink flowers, of course, but different ones. Remy doesn't speak flower, but he hopes he's not accidentally put together a bouquet that says anything negative, because he'll be more than happy to burn the offending petals if required.

The bedroom, where some extra pink flower petals (roses, this time) have been sprinkled across freshly made sheets. More candles, although this time, he broke out the electric ones. No actual flames in the bedroom. He thought it'd be safer to relegate those to the living room. He knows he's being slightly ridiculous (even as he makes sure he's gotten Emile's favorite Starbucks order right). He just wants Emile to come home from work, relax, and feel completely and utterly loved.

Cheesy? Absolutely. Remy doesn't give a fuck. He'd do a thousand and one more cheesy things if it made his Emile smile. Blow through every romantic stereotype and then some. He sips on his iced vanilla latte, trying to ignore the frantic tattoo of his heartbeat, as he hears two things- Emile's key in the lock and a soft meow as their cat winds through his legs.

"Hey, sweetheart," Remy coos, bending down to give their fluffball some scritches behind the ear. She purrs smugly as Emile steps into the kitchen, and Remy's heart floods with love. They look tired, dropping their bag on a chair, their pink headscarf a little askew, but their smile is brilliant when their soft brown eyes land on Remy's figure.

"Starlight," Emile breathes, stepping into Remy's waiting arms. Remy manages to place his latte on the table, before his arms close around Emile and press them close, his eyes sparkling as he looks down into their tired features.

"North Star," Remy murmurs. His guiding light. "Beautiful." He brushes a kiss across Emile's nose, making them giggle lightly. His throat tightens with emotion. "Happy anniversary, babe," Remy says, and Emile's smile blooms, soft and sappy.

"Happy anniversary, darling," Emile says, peppering kisses across Remy's jaw and up one cheek. "I see you made something," Emile notes, looking around the kitchen and zeroing in on the kitchen sink, still full of baking implements. Remy flushes scarlet. In all his preparations, he might have sort of forgotten that he needed to finish washing up.

"Oops," Remy says. "It's a surprise."

"You are such a dork," Emile says fondly, clasping one of Remy's hands in their own. They sniff the air, their forehead creasing. "Do you smell something burning?" They ask, as Remy hears an alarmed meow come from the living room.

"Shit," Remy blurts out, dashing into the other room, just in time to see their cat's tail disappear behind the sofa. One of the candles has been partially knocked on its side, and it looks like it's trying its best to set the end table on fire. "Shit, shit, shit-"

"I'll get it," Emile says calmly, crossing the room as Remy dithers, panicking. 

"Sorry," Remy says, his voice weak, as Emile fixes it. Thankfully, there is nothing but a slight scorch mark and stray drips of wax left. "I thought a few candles might be romantic."

"You almost burnt the house down," Emile teases. Tears threaten, but Emile sees the telltale sheen in Remy's eyes, and immediately comes back, holding Remy's hands and pulling him closer. "No harm done, love," Emile soothes. "I promise. It's okay."

"I just- I wanted it to be perfect," Remy says, his voice gaining a slight wobble. "Starting a house fire was not on my list of priorities."

"I know, starlight," Emile murmurs, brushing another kiss across Remy's cheek. "It's fine. And the kitty looks fine, too." Remy looks down at Athena, who has slipped out from behind the couch and is now pawing at Emile's leg. Fully unharmed. 

Remy breathes a ragged sigh of relief, and Emile guides him to the couch, pressing him to sit down.

"Are these the only other candles?" Emile asks. Remy nods.

"The ones in the bedroom don't have an open flame," Remy explains. Emile smiles softly, then carefully blows out each candle.

"Just in case," Emile says, eyeing Athena, who meows innocently and starts cleaning her tail.

"I made cookies," Remy blurts out. "And got you stuff. And-" Remy points at the bouquet of pink flowers. Emile's face lights up as they process each thing.

"Remy," Emile says, their voice so full of love, Remy nearly starts crying again. "I got you something," Emile says, struggling to get up. "It's in my bag."

"You did?" Remy asks in surprise. "Why?" Emile's smile broadens.

"It's our anniversary, silly," Emile says, disappearing into the kitchen. When they come back, they're holding a small box.

"What is it?" Remy asks. Emile sets it into his hands. 

"You'll see," Emile says. Remy opens it, tearing into the pink wrapping paper, to find a pin. It's a phrase, carefully outlined in black and gold. 'A thousand more,' reads the pin, and Remy's heart squeezes almost painfully in his chest.

"Love you, starlight," Emile says, settling next to him and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"God, I love you, too," Remy breathes, soft and genuine, as he turns and presses a kiss to Emile's waiting mouth. "Wanna watch Steven Universe?" He blurts out. "Any of your favorite episodes, I don't care."

"Not the cat fingers one," Emile says immediately, with a little theatrical shudder. "Never that one."

"I'll burn it like I nearly did the house, babe," Remy promises, and Emile laughs.

"Sounds good to me," Emile says, and rests their head on Remy's shoulder.

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[naminethewriter]

How It All Began

Chapter Two: Living Legend

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Story Summary: Remus, son of a simple fisherman, had worked hard to become the captain of his own pirate ship. And in his humble opinion, it was going great! His crew was small but reliable and they had just stolen something that could them some nice cash from a military vessel they happened to cross on the open sea. They just needed to hide it somewhere until it was safe to sell. How lucky for them that they come across a nice, uninhabited island.

Little did Remus know just who he would find on that little piece of land and how it would change his life entirely.

Content Warning: Innuendo, Reference to Past Trauma, Past Parental Death

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Remus set off to the island again early the next morning. He hadn’t slept much, the sound of bones breaking upon hitting rocks bouncing around in his head the entire night. Instead of fruitlessly fighting his insomnia much longer, he got up with the rising sun, stuffed the box containing the seal into a satchel, found Sloane already up and about and dragged him along to the rowboat.

As he had done yesterday with Patton and Elliot, Remus left Sloane at the beach to look for a hiding place by himself, this time choosing an entirely different direction from the day before. He was looking for a spot that was easy to remember but hard to get to – he didn’t want to bury the box, because one, that was totally cliché and two, he really didn’t want to do all that digging – so a cave or hollow tree would be perfect.

It took him a while before he found an opening between two cliffs that looked somewhat deep. It was small and dark though, squeezing in there might not be the smartest move. Before he could even try, he was startled by a voice.

“You will not fit in there.” In a very reminiscent way, Remus spun around to face… the guy from yesterday? They stared at each other until Remus found his voice again.

“Wha- How? I killed you!”

“Falsehood. The injuries from the fall killed me, not your… bullet I believe they are called?” Remus just continued to stare at him in disbelief.

“Who the fuck cares how, you still died!”

“Indeed.”

“So how are you here? Are you a ghost? Am I being haunted?!” That thought honestly excited Remus a bit. He tried to look closer, maybe he could see through the guy now but nope, same as yesterday. Not even his clothes had changed.

“I am not a ghost. I died and then came back. I do not see how you are not understanding the situation.”

“Dead people don’t just come back to life!”

“That is true.”

“Then why did you?”

“Because I am immortal.”

“What?” The man cocked his head to the side.

“Do you not know of the legends of Immortals? When I was young they were quite commonly told.”

“Of course I know the legends!” Remus sputtered. “If the Elemental Spirits find one worthy, they can grant even a human the gift of immortality like the sirens. But they’re just that: legends! Like I expect some random guy I shot on a random island to just come back to life!”

The stranger nodded in understanding as if this was a typical discussion topic and he hadn’t just turned Remus’ entire world view on its head.

“I suppose that is true. Though considering you are a man of the sea, I had expected you to have some experience dealing with sirens, so I am surprised this comes as such a shock to you.” Remus was once again at a loss for words. Sure, as many others had, he had hoped that the stories were true, that humans could gain immortality the sirens had from birth, but there had never been any proof. All accounts of supposed Immortals were dubious at best. The Elemental Spirits were known to dislike humans, even before they took over the lands and destroyed many forests. It was the main reason the seas were dangerous to travel, the Spirits would not let humans take more control.

For an immortal to be in front of him now… it was a dream come true! A switch flipped in Remus’ brain and his wariness of the stranger simply evaporated. Instead, excitement shot through every fiber of his being at the realization that the one thing he had feared was impossible for him to achieve was directly in front of him. A real Immortal! He got to meet a true immortal human being! A grin broke across his face and with quick steps he made his way over to the man who was now the one to look startled.

“That means you met the Spirits? The real deal? And they approved of you? You really can’t die no matter what??” Their faces were now inches apart. The man blinked at him, the sudden change in his demeaner had probably thrown him off, before he took a step back and cleared his throat.

“Yes to all of those questions. Unless the Council deems me no longer useful and revokes their gift to me, I will revive no matter the injuries.” Remus’ grin grew impossibly wide and he let out a loud cackle. Then he grabbed the man’s hand and shook it wildly.

“Name’s Remus, Pirate Captain, and you’re going to tell me everything right now.” The man eyes him for a moment before pulling his hand back and rightening his glasses.

“Logan, biologist and botanist. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

~~~

“So how long have you been immortal?” Despite only just having properly met the man in front of him – Remus, if he remembered correctly – Logan could already tell from the expression on the man’s face that he would not rest until he had answers to all his questions. His green eyes were wide open and curious, a look Logan knew he had often worn himself as a young child and lost sometime on his way into adulthood.

Regardless, if Remus was going to question him for hours, they might as well be comfortable.

“Before you start your interrogation, would you like to accompany me to my camp? I can make us some tea and we could sit while talking.” The other blinked, obviously not having expected the invitation.

“Yeah, sure! Whatever gets you into the mood, four-eyes!” He wriggled his eyebrows in what Logan could only guess was supposed to be a suggestive manner. He decided to ignore the innuendo.

“Then please follow me, it is not far.” Logan turned around and headed deeper into the jungle. He’d been on this island for almost ten years now, he knew every nook and cranny, no need for a compass. Remus followed close behind him with loud steps.

“You can answer while we walk though, right?” The pirate captain apparently was not a patient person but that was unsurprising. Over the years, Logan had learned that few of his kind were.

“Very well. You asked about how many years it has been since I have gained my immortality, correct?”

“Not in those words but yeah.”

“I can’t say with absolute certainty, I spend a lot of time alone so keeping track of dates is not something I do diligently, but I can estimate that it was around 140 years ago.” His companion whistled.

“And you’ve been here the entire time?”

“No, I have relocated a few times once my research concluded.”

“And then you just go looking for another place to do the same thing again? Sounds pretty dull.”

“It is anything but dull,” Logan responded more sharply than he had intended. “I do this work because I enjoy it, it’s what I always wanted to do with my life.”

“And that’s why you sought out the spirits? To give you more time to do your research?”

“I didn’t seek them out which is probably why they chose to accept me.” They arrived at his camp just in time for him to dodge the follow-up questions Remus surely had in mind. His home was quite simple, and he liked it that way. It was a clearing, small enough to still be mostly covered by the canopy of the trees above to give shelter from the simpler rainfalls but big enough to give room to move around in. He had set up a fire pit in the middle of the space with an old but durable cauldron held up by some sturdy branches above it. It was currently empty; he would need to fetch water from the stream nearby.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” Logan motioned for Remus to sit on his bed which was essentially just a collection of moss on a flat stone but being blessed by the Spirits meant more than just gaining immortality and said moss was as soft as the finest mattress money could buy. His bed, along with a large chest containing his few sets of clothes, notebooks, and other personal items, was located underneath a naturally formed stone awning that kept him completely protected from the occasional storms. He stored most of his food supply in a cave not far away where the temperature and humidity were much stabler than out here, thanks to his blessing.

“I will fetch some water, if you know how to use flint to start a fire, I would appreciate the assistance. More firewood is over there.” It was a small stack of logs and twigs inside a hollow tree nearby. Logan grabbed his bucket, also wooden, and headed towards the stream. With his free hand he made sure that the key to his chest was still on his person. He shouldn’t be gone long enough for the pirate to pick the lock.

The babbling of the water always had a soothing effect on Logan. The gentle sound calmed him and he took a deep breath. He hadn’t expected Remus to react the way he had. He didn’t get visitors often, he never had on any of the islands he inhabited after making his deal with the Spirits, and when he did, he tried not to engage. He talked to Remus the day before since he feared the other could get hurt in a moment of carelessness and he had similar motivations earlier as well. The few others he had talked to before also met him with suspicion, in rarer cases with curiosity but most of those encounters ended with Logan’s death. Pirates were ruthless after all, and soldiers often assumed the worst of him. Merchants didn’t come to places like this.

So to have Remus believe him and be excited about talking to him was something new to Logan. And he was entirely out of practice regarding his social skills. His only contacts were Janus and occasionally Virgil but neither sirens were super friendly with him. And then there was his patron, a spirit of the earth on the Council, but he spoke to her only every few years.

Having a human in his camp? Exciting and worrying at the same time. He shouldn’t leave him alone for too long.

Logan took another deep breath before kneeling by the water’s edge and dipping the bucket into the stream to fill it up before making his way back. To his surprise, he found Remus actually crouching by the now lit fire, watching the sparks with a delighted expression on his face.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” Logan nodded to him as he carefully filled the water from the bucket into the cauldron to avoid killing the flames accidentally.

“No problem! I’ll never say no to a bit of arson!” the pirate grinned at him.

“I see. Is that a part of the reason as to why you chose your profession?”

“Not really but it definitely was a plus! I just wanted to be on the seas, and being a merchant’s errand boy seemed boring, as did becoming a fisherman – I mean my father was one, so I knew it wasn’t exciting most of the time – and I was going to off myself before even thinking of joining the naval forces. Becoming a pirate was just the most fun in my opinion.”

“You are quite odd,” Logan commented after pausing for a moment. He meant nothing bad by it and judging from the grin on Remus’ face, he hadn’t taken it as an insult.

“So I’ve been told!”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking some personal questions. I am quite curious about you.”

“Wow, you’re blunt! If you wanna take this to your moss bed, I would be down!” The pirate captain wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Logan couldn’t fight the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“That was not what I was referring to,” he clarified after clearing his throat. Remus cackled.

“Yeah, I know. I was just messing with you, though I do mean that I am totally open to tango with you, if you did want to.”

“Please, let us get back on topic,” Logan sighed and the pirate seemed to understand that he reached a limit.

“To answer your question: I don’t mind you asking some stuff in return. Though if I don’t wanna answer something, I won’t. Of course, that goes for you, too. I’m not gonna be too nosey.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Now, tell me more about how you met the Council! They’re the big bosses of the Spirits, right?”

“They are a collective of spirits that act as a sort of government, yes. Most of them are older than we could possibly imagine. They keep the balance of the natural world.”

“That is so fucking cool! And how did you end up meeting them?” Remus was leaning very close to him, staring at his face with an intensity that made Logan a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully, the water in the cauldron was now boiling, so he could flee to fetch two cups and the tea leaves. He put the leaves in the cups, then carefully added the water before handing one of them off to Remus and moving to sit on his bed with his own. Remus followed but decided to sit on Logan’s chest instead, creating some much-needed distance between them – well, needed by Logan at least.

“I will not go into detail,” Logan started, staring at his cup while it brewed, trying not to dive too deep into painful memories, “but I was brought along by someone against my will. Why exactly they took me, I do not know, I was barely conscious, but I believe my captor thought having a sacrifice might be a good back-up plan if his meeting with the Council went sour. I don’t think he lived long enough to offer.” He chanced a quick glance up at Remus who was sitting eerily still as he listened.

“When I regained my bearings, I was alone with the Council. They asked me questions and I answered honestly. I was quite afraid. But they understood that I bore no ill intent and thus offered me a deal. A chance to do the research I always dreamed of doing, for as long as I wanted, as long as I shared my findings with the Council.”

“Why were they so interested in your research? You said you dabbled in biology and botany, right?” Logan nodded in confirmation, making Remus narrow his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t they already know everything you could find? They’re basically nature itself, right?”

“Yes, most of my findings are simply confirmation of what they already know. But nature is unpredictable and so there are some developments – mutations if you will – that even the Elemental Spirits aren’t aware of. Nature adapts and that can happen in many unexpected ways.”

“That’s so fucking cool,” Remus cheered, kicking his legs like a child. Logan smiled, glad to share his passion with another and receive a positive response. Even back during his studies he had rarely met like-minded people. He took a sip of his tea before asking the pirate a question he’d been wondering about.

“Do you have any background in academics? You said your father was a fisherman, did you receive any education? I’m afraid I am not knowledgeable of the current rate of literacy amongst the populace.”

“You talk funny,” Remus snorted. “But yeah, that’s fair, I guess. I did learn how to read and write as well as basic math but not much more than that.” Logan noticed one of Remus’ hands fiddling with his shirt at his chest but decided not to pry.

“Were you a special case or is that the standard education nowadays?”

“Standard, I think. I mean, I could have gone to school longer, but it wasn’t really my thing. Ro stuck around longer, but he was always the smarter of the two of us.”

“Who is ‘Ro’ if I might ask?”

“Roman, my twin brother.”

“Is he part of your crew?” Remus barked out a laugh.

“Fuck no. He’s too righteous for that. Nah, he’s a sailor, works for whoever will hire him last I heard. Well, not everyone. He stays away from any military vessels, we both learned young what shitheads they are.” By now, Remus was tightly gripping at his shirt and Logan couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer.

“What is under your shirt?” A poorly phrased question, he quickly realized. Remus looked shocked for a moment, seemingly not having noticed where his hand had wandered before a wide grin split his face and he leaned closer to Logan.

“If you wanna see me with my clothes off, you could’ve just asked,” he teased. Logan sputtered for a moment, face bright red, before he managed to protest.

“That is not what I was referring to and you know it!” The pirate leaned back and laughed loud and long. By the time he stopped, Logan’s blush had mostly receded.

“Sorry, that was just too good for me to pass up.” Remus wiped a tear from his eye. “But I guess it’s only fair now that I spill the tea.” Jokingly, he raised his still steaming cup, but placed it on the ground without letting any of the liquid escape. Afterwards he pulled on a chain around his neck, revealing a locket from underneath his shirt.

“This is a family heirloom of sorts. My dad had it made for Mom in place of an engagement ring since it was cheaper and they couldn’t really afford more. Later, he got another one made on Mom’s request so they could match. She said it made her feel better about sending him out to sea. Ro has the other one now and I kinda see where mom was coming from. Knowing he has the other makes me feel like we’re connected still.”

“That is a wonderful story, Remus. I am sorry if this is overstepping a boundary, but am I right in assuming your parents have passed?”

“Yeah.” The pirate looked solemn and Logan had to suppress the urge to grab his hand in support. “Ro and I were away; we were doing an apprenticeship to learn to sail on something bigger than a fishing boat. There was a pandemic in our hometown. By the time we heard and made our way back, Mom had already passed. Dad had managed to survive the illness, but it left him severely weakened. He was bedridden when we saw him. Told us that Mom said sorry she left without saying goodbye. That he was sorry he wouldn’t stay either. Ro and I sent him off. I never expected him to make it long without Mom, he basically worshipped her. If Ro and I had still depended on him he might have been able to pull through, but I guess he didn’t have much to live for anymore.”

“My condolences.” It was all Logan could think to say.

“It’s been a few years, I’ve come to terms with it,” Remus waved him off, though his smile was wavering. He put the locket back under his shirt. “Anyway, let’s switch to less depressing topics! How does reporting back to the Council work? Like do they summon you or something?”

“In very rare cases,” Logan explained, glad as well that they changed the direction of discussion again, “but most of the time they send a representative, usually two sirens that go by Janus and Virgil.”

“Sirens?!” Remus eyes were wide and he leaned closer. “What are they like?” Logan raised a brow.

“You’re a pirate. Surely you have encountered sirens before.”

“Nope, actually! At least not up close! We know better than to sail into their territory. I’ve seen some shapes that I think were sirens but I can’t say for sure. I always wanted to meet one!”

“You seem to be very interested in anything that has to do with Elemental Spirits.”

“Duh! It’s fascinating stuff!”

“I think so, too, but most see them as a bother more than anything else.”

“Yeah, I know. Really stupid in my opinion. Like they were here before us, we’re the ones intruding. They’re just defending what’s theirs.”

“I am glad you think so as well. I always found it incredibly rude how people talk about nature like it is something we need to fight instead of adapting to co-exist with it.”

“Exactly!” They smiled at each other, though Logan broke eye-contact when he felt his blush return. He cleared his throat.

“To answer your question about Janus and Virgil: they both are rather brash. Janus dislikes humans and staying on the surface too long, especially on sunny days. Virgil is skittish, and though he doesn’t necessarily dislike humanity, he fears us to a degree, so he’d rather stay away from the surface as well. He does come by occasionally to just chat which Janus is much less likely to do.”

“A siren fearing us sounds strange to me.”

“Well, as far as I understand it, there are Siren Hunters out there that specialize in capturing them. And siren scales are quite valuable, with their immortality and regeneration, if they are trapped, it is likely to end in torture for them.”

“Oh, I fucking hate the Hunters. Total dicks. Think they’re the shit, better than anybody else. Shot one in the head once, his face as he realized what was about to happen was so funny.”

“Please tell me more about your travels. I am quite curious to hear about the daily life of a pirate.”

“Sure! But you gotta tell me a bit more about your research too!”

“Gladly.”

~~~

They talked for hours about Remus’ life on the sea – even a bit about his childhood adventures with his brother – and Logan’s time as an immortal. Remus noticed that he avoided talking about his life before that for long, all he learned was that Logan grew up as the fourth son of a noble and after finishing his studies at his university didn’t get the funding for his passion project, so he worked as a navigator for hire to try and fund it himself. The pirate didn’t press him for more details than he was willing to give, they had only just met after all.

“I should head back to the ship soon,” Remus commented once he saw the sky turn orange through the canopy of trees above him. Logan startled, apparently not having noticed the passage of time.

“I apologize for holding you up for so long. Your crew must be worried.”

“It’s fine,” Remus waved him off, though he did get up to his feet, Logan close behind. “This isn’t the longest I’ve been away from the ship. They’ll send a squad if it gets dark though, so I should get back before then.”

“I agree, that is for the best. I would prefer the wildlife to remain as undisturbed as possible. Where is your ship? I can guide you back.”

“I mean, I got a compass, so I’ll be fine on my own.”

“I would prefer to guide you, it will be faster and again, it will cause less disturbances.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense. We’re anchored on the south-western coast.”

“Very well, then please follow me.” Logan walked off, back into the jungle, and Remus hurried to follow him.

“Can I come back tomorrow? And bring a friend?”

“Just one?”

“Yeah. I’m sure the others would be curious, too, but Pat is the calmest one amongst them, as well as the one most interested in the topic.”

“Very well. If your supplies allow you to stay, I do not mind.”

“They should. I think.” Logan looked back at him with a doubtful expression. “I’m gonna check in with Pat on that to be sure, I promise. And I still need to hide this thing now that I think about it.” He gestured to the satchel at his side. Logan stopped and fully turned towards him.

“How big is it?” Remus pulled the box containing the seal out of the bag and showed it to the immortal, who looked it over once. “I believe I know a good place to store it. I can show you tomorrow.”

“That would be awesome, thanks.”

“My pleasure.” They continued on their way for a few more minutes until Logan stopped again, pointing further ahead. “We are not far from the beach, just continue straight ahead. I will meet you here again in the morning.”

“Got it, thanks, Death Defiant!” The nickname made Logan scowl, and Remus laughed as he jogged passed. True to Logan’s word, the captain soon broke through the tree line to a by now familiar looking beach. There was a rowboat pulled up on the sand but instead of Sloane, Remy and Emile waited for him.

“There you are, Capt’n,” Remy yawned. “We were starting to worry.” Considering that his First Mate sat on the beach leaned against his boyfriend, both wrapped in a blanket and looking very relaxed, Remus found that hard to believe.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m probably getting chewed out by Patton, let’s just head back.”

“Do we have to?” Remy whined, cuddling closer to Emile. “I don’t wanna move.”

“The captain has spoken, love, up you get.” Emile unwrapped the blanket and gently pried Remy off of him who let out another whine but complied.

“Fine! I was getting hungry anyway,” he pouted before climbing into the rowboat. Emile rolled his eyes at his dramatics but followed. Which left Remus to push the boat back into the water, but he managed it without much struggle. Remy and Emile were lighter than they looked.

Back on the ship, Patton indeed scolded Remus for remaining gone for the whole day and especially for leaving Sloane behind (Sloane himself didn’t seem to have minded it, actually).

“Did you at least find a good hiding spot?” Patton sighed, probably having noticed that he wasn’t getting through to his captain.

“Not yet, but I did find something far better,” Remus grinned. Patton tilted his head, looking like a confused dog. “I’m gonna show you tomorrow. Everyone!” he called, getting the attention of his crew that had gathered on the deck in preparations for dinner. “We’ll be staying here one more day! Or like half a day, we can afford that, right, Patton?”

Patton looked annoyed to be asked that after Remus had already made the announcement but nodded.

“Do we get to know why?” Missy asked.

“Nah, it’s a secret for now!”

“Figured.” The crew turned back to what they were doing before, all knowing better than to question their captain when he gets like that. Remus was so proud that they knew him so well.

“Now, let’s get some food, I’m starving!”

#namiswriting #How It All Began #Chapter Two: Living Legend #intrulogical #more platonic than romantic but they sure start pining early #platonic intrusleep #remile #platonic intruality #ts remus #remus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #ts remy #remy sanders #emile picani #sloane cartoon therapy #ts patton #patton sanders #missy sanders - misleading compliments shorts #pirates & sirens au #innuendo #reference to past trauma #past parental death #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

The Choosing Ball

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The law is clear and very very simple: Janus must choose someone at the ball to become his future husband or wife. He would have two days to pick and at the ball they would choose. If he refused or wasn't chosen, he would be considered an outcast, a criminal against the state. Easy, simple, there was just one tiny problem.

Janus was already in love with someone else. Someone who he didn't have the option to choose.

Fortunately for him, Prince Roman doesn't seem to see that as a problem at all.

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Warnings: none (individual chapters will have their own warnings listed if needed)

Pairings: Anaroceit, background intruality, remile

Notes:

Anaroceit royalty AU anaroceit royalty AU anaroceit royalty AU anar-

Ok if you can't tell I'm very excited about posting this. I actually considered for a while using this as my entry for the TS Storytime Big Bang (btw, go sign up, lol) but I decided against it, so now you guys have it!

I've had this sitting in my google docs for a very long time, I tried my best to fix up grammar and stuff, especially in the first part, but please bare in mind that it's probably not as good as it could have been, I don't have anyone to beta read for me, lol.

Regardless, I really hope you guys enjoy this au as much as I do!!

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“I know, my darling,” Janus whispered quietly into the dark of his room, the man curled into his side on the comfortable window seat groaned and shifted, “It’s unfair.”

“But why,” Virgil hissed out, Janus carded fingers through his hair, trying in vain to calm him as he had been doing all evening, but his personal guard - and secret romantic partner - was so worked up that even now he refused to relax, “What will happen to us after this weekend? My prince… I don’t want this to stop…”

“I know, darling,” Janus whispered again, squeezing Virgil’s shoulders. The situation they were in was indeed an unorthodox one. Virgil was his guard, no-one of noble blood, it just so happened that he had been the best that the castle could hire. Janus had found that he’d taken an immediate liking to the anxious boy - it was deceptive, how nervous he was, Janus had seen him with a sword, and Virgil could be deadly even without one - the moment he’d been presented in the throne room.

“I must pick a husband or wife at The Choosing Ball,” Janus said, quoting the law he knew off by heart, “If a royal has not found their partner by midnight on the night of this decennial ball, they shall be exiled, disowned and outcast, no longer considered of royal blood.”

“You’re twenty three years old now,” Virgil murmured sadly, “So you have to go this time.”

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “And you will be accompanying me.”

“I- what?” Virgil shot up, wide eyed, “But- but isn’t the ball only for royals and nobles?”

“It is, though we are allowed to bring some guards and servants, though weapons must be deposited on entrance,” Janus said, pulling a scroll from his sleeve, as though he’d just made it appear, and handing it to Virgil, “Here, all the regulations are written.”

Virgil read for a moment, before his eyes went wide, “Any servants or guards accompanying the royals and nobility will be given separate chambers? We’ll… be apart?”

“Indeed,” Janus said, tone a little sad, before scowling “It is supposed to help give us a chance to bond with the other candidates, since we will be sharing rooms with the ones the organisers consider us most likely to get along with, it is not necessarily to help up find our matches, moreso to strengthen future relations between kingdoms,”

“So we… won’t be able to see each other?” Virgil asked, voice shaking a little, Janus knew that he was panicking, trying hard to push the anxiety away, he was losing the battle quickly. 

“You can accompany me around the castle and at the ball itself,” Janus reassured, kissing his cheek, “And besides, I am known for my ability to sneak, I’m sure I’ll be able to sneak out and find you at nigh.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of his lover’s head, pulling him close and rubbing his ungloved hand up and down his arm. Virgil relaxed, if only slightly. Later, Janus would lift him and move them over to his bed, curling himself protectively around his guard- though it should really be the other way around- and falling asleep. 

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The next day, the castle was all a flurry. Handmaids manhandled him into a luxurious bath, scrubbing him down harshly. They didn’t care about his winces and huffs when their sponges and brushes moved too close to the delicate snake scales adorning the left side of his face - which also ran all down his chest and arm and coated his hand. Afterwards, he was manhandled back out of the bath and forced into more formal clothes than he would normally ever wear, even for council meetings with his father. 

The morning passed in a daze as servants rushed around, making sure everything he would need for the three day long trip was packed up and making sure he himself was ready. He couldn't find a moment of peace - or even a moment to see Virgil (his guard was getting much the same treatment as himself since everyone who would be in their convoy had to look perfect). 

Even in his room he was constantly being addressed by servant after servant, one bringing him the jewellery the seamstress had instructed go with his clothes and making sure it was all fastened properly. Three maids came in after that to comb and style his hair, a crown of braids pulled back into a perfectly neat bun on the back of his head that would keep his actual crown (which was to be brought to him later) secure on his head. 

The crown had a black veil attached to one half, hiding the golden scales on his face, the curse made him look unbecoming, they said.

By noon most of the convoy was ready to set off and the few handmaids and servants who would be making the journey with him were already settling into their own carriages. Janus still hadn’t seen Virgil, who was supposed to be riding in Janus’ carriage with him at his request. He was starting to become worried. He was stopped though by the approach of the king.

“Father,” Janus bowed deeply as the king stopped in front of him, placing a heavy hand on his shoulder. Janus looked up, worried, wondering if he was about to be lectured for… something.

“Son,” His father responded, though he seemed to lose words after that, he took a moment to recover, when he did he didn’t sound angry, just… tired, “Just- please pick someone, Janus, you are my only son, I can’t lose you.”

Janus’ stomach did a flip, but all he did was take a deep breath to calm himself, before speaking, “I’ll… try, father.”

“Good boy,” His father nodded, stepping back and looking him over, eyes flickering to his scales, now hidden by a veil that made it even more difficult than normal to see though his left eye, “The handmaids did a good job making you look presentable.”

“Indeed,” Janus replied through gritted teeth, he never really knew how to feel about the way they treated his curse, but now there were more pressing matters, “Father, has anyone seen my guard? Storme? I haven’t seen him and he should be accompanying me.”

“I’ll have someone look for him,” His father nodded, “Get comfortable son, you have a long journey ahead of you.”

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“We found your guard, sire,” two other guards called from outside his carriage, “He’s not in the best state, we managed to get him out of the palace, but he’s asking for you.”

Janus was out of the carriage in two seconds flat, and the two guards led him back up the driveway to the doors, where another guard was holding onto Virgil. He looked absolutely stunning, decked out in the castle guard uniform, his own hair done up neatly and a shining sword at his back, though Janus quickly stopped his train of though, this wasn’t the time for admiring his partner who at present looked to be hyperventilating. The guard holding him let go as Janus approached, the prince crouched down next to Virgil, resting a gentle hand on his back. 

“Shh,” Janus whispered, drawing the ‘s’ out into a low hiss- he’d learned the sound was calming for Virgil, though he tried his best to repress the hiss in regular conversation- “I’m here, I’m safe, you're alright, deep breaths, Vee.”

“Jan?” Virgil murmured, finally looking up, his pupils were blown wide in panic, “You’re here?”

“I’m here,” He nodded, gently rubbing Virgil’s back. He could feel the guards gawking at them, so he shot them a glare over his shoulder.

“Inform the convoy that we will be present momentarily,” Janus commanded them, one nodded and the three scurried off, leaving them relatively alone.

“Can you walk?” Janus asked, voice gentle, “I will be able to comfort you better once we’re situated in the carriage.”

“I thought…” Virgil mumbled, already trying to get to his feet, “I thought you’d leave me behind…”

“Now why would I do that?” Janus asked, bracing Virgil with an arm so that he wouldn’t fall, “Of all the stupid things,”

“I… don’t know,” Virgil looked away, ashamed, “My thoughts ran from me again, I’m sorry.”

“Now now, I thought I’d gotten you to stop with apologising for that,” Janus said, flicking Virgil’s nose with a finger to show he wasn’t angry.

“Sorry,” Virgil mumbled again as they finally reached the carriage, the door was held open for him and he stepped inside, before turning to help Virgil in as well. 

“Close the curtain,” He commanded, though gently, as he reached to close the other. Virgil did so quickly, before slumping down onto the seat, Janus sat carefully next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it gently.

"Are you alright?" Janus asked once they were finally in private.

Virgil hesitated, taking a few deep breaths before sighing, "I’m much better now, thanks to you." 

"You're certain?" Janus asked, reaching his other hand to cup Virgil's face, running a thumb over his cheek. He saw the blush creeping onto his guard's pale face and smiled.

"I'm alright, I swear it," Virgil nodded, turning his face in order to kiss Janus' gloved palm.

“You look gorgeous,” Janus said with a smile, lowering his hand to his lap and gently nudging Virgil's shoulder with his own. Virgil turned to him, rolling his eyes.

“They- they pinned back my bangs,” He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, Janus couldn’t help but chuckle, giving Virgil a distraction would help even more than his presence alone already had, he knew. 

“Yes, and I can see your pretty eyes now,” Janus grinned, leaning forward a little so they were mere inches apart, staring into the deep purple of Virgil’s eyes, the head of the convoy had called for everyone to begin heading out and the carriages all began moving,

“I can’t see yours,” Virgil said, glaring at the veil before reaching forward and pushing it out of the way, trying to tuck it behind his ear, Janus couldn’t help but smile, in the end Virgil gave up and simply took off the crown altogether, “There, much better,”

"I'm glad to see that you are feeling better,” Janus said, he couldn’t help leaning forward to press a kiss to Virgil’s cheek, "And I'm sorry I couldn't come to find you sooner," 

“It's alright, my own fault anyway for letting my thoughts get to me so much,” Virgil said quietly, leaning forward to kiss Janus’ cheek in return, though Janus turned his head at the last seconds and caught Virgil’s lips with his own, when they broke apart, Virgil’s face was red with blush and Janus couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Good,” he said, before returning for another kiss. 

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The castle in which the ball was held was bigger than his own, though it was also in the middle of nowhere with no surrounding kingdom. Royals and the highest of nobility from all of the ruling kingdoms in each of the twelve surrounding countries would be attending, so Janus had really no idea what to expect after they arrived. Likely to be forced into mingling with forty-odd other barely adult royals and nobles. How annoying.

“Once we leave the carriage we will be separated,” Janus warned Virgil, squeezing his hands tightly, “As they will be showing us to our sleeping quarters, I will come and find you as soon as I can, alright my darling?”

Virgil nodded, pulling back one of the curtains to look out of the window only to see the carriage pass under an enormous, elaborately decorated gateway.

“You’d better be ready to tell me about how awful all your roommates are when you do,” Virgil smiled at him, though it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Oh trust me, I’m sure I’ll have much to complain about when we meet again,” Janus smiled, before reaching up to remove one of his earrings- an ear cuff designed to look like a snake coiled around his upper ear- and handed it to Virgil, “Keep this safe for me until I come back, will you?”

“Of course,” Virgil said with a nod. It was a game they liked to play, really, whenever Janus or Virgil had to leave for whatever reason, Janus would give Virgil a piece of his jewellery to ‘keep safe’ until they met again. It seemed to help with the anxiety of being apart. Though Janus would never admit that it helped him as well as Virgil to deal with separation. 

Janus sighed as the carriage stopped moving and he began to hear a flurry of noise from outside. He pressed a quick kiss to Virgil’s forehead, squeezing his hand one last time and hastily returning his crown to his head before the door of the carriage was opened for them and they stepped out. Immediately Janus was whisked away by a person who was unfamiliar to him, though from their clothes Janus could guess that they worked for the castle’s staff. 

“I will be showing you to your room, your highness,” The butler informed, “And I am head of servants for your room during your stay, You may call me Elliott, if you need me for any reason, do not hesitate to ask another servant to retrieve me,”

Janus only hummed an acknowledgment, keeping his expression set in stone. Gone were the kind smiles and gentle words he allowed to be shared with Virgil, now all they would see was the stone cold face of the serpent prince, as the rumours called him.

As they walked, Elliott had informed him that he was the first of his room to arrive, and that he’d be staying with three princes other than himself, though he wasn’t informed of who exactly they were, and he didn’t particularly care, as for now he was focusing on surveying the area and committing the rooms he saw and the route they took to memory.

They stopped when they arrived at his room, Elliott opened the doors wide and allowed him to look around their shared chambers. The room was shaped as an octagon, with four beds large enough to fit three larger people comfortably each on every opposite wall. Each fourth of the room seemed to be identical, with a vanity and dresser each, though each space was decorated differently, with different delicately painted art on the walls of each quadrant, different colours and designs of bedsheets and drapes. It seemed that the room was designed as four separate rooms with the walls between them simply removed.

“Since you are the first to arrive, you’re able to choose which space you want,” Elliott told him, “Your belongings will be brought up later in the day, otherwise you are asked to wait here until all of your roommates arrive unless informed otherwise, and then you will be given free reign to explore the castle until the communal banquet at eight this evening.”

With Janus’ sharp nod of understanding, Elliott left him in the room alone. Immediately Janus moved towards the section of the room decorated in purple and gold. The wall art depicted scenes of nature- golden vines with lilac flowers wrapping delicately around each other in front of a background that showed through different shades of purple. The bedsheets were plum, with royal purple and gold patterning stamping similar curling vines into the sheets. Janus found the colour reminded him of Virgil- purple was always his guard’s favourite colour.

He found there was nothing much to do- if he were to be confined to this room until his roommates arrived- so he simply laid down on the centre of the bed and resigned himself to wait.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess (if anyone wants to be added generally or for this specific fic, let me know!)

@glacierruler I'm tagging you too because you seemed very interested in this one on the poll, lol, please link if you'd rather not be for future updates though :)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anaroceit #janus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #royalty au #rowans writings

[tss-storytime-summaries]

1

Expected Rating: Mature

Warnings: Fantasy violence

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Remus, Janus, Logan, Patton, Emile Picani, Shorts Month characters, the Dragon Witch

Romantic relationships: Prinxiety, Dukeceit, Logicality, Remile

Summary: Roman has always been sure he is meant for more than the tiny town of Walton – adventure, glory, heroism. The rest of Walton seems to think he’s got his head in the clouds, and will never amount to more than what he already is – a simple boy who works in the general store.

He’s fallen for the lovely Emile Picani, who, unbeknownst to him, does not return his feeling in the slightest – but who is entirely too nice for his own good, and doesn’t know how to turn him down without hurting his feelings. In his attempt to let Roman down gently, he asks for a fallen star, thinking Roman would never be foolish enough to cross the border wall into the realm of magic to retrieve it. Right?

Wrong.

The magical realm is full of strange creatures, and unfortunately for Roman, the star – who has a name, thank you, it’s Virgil – is not at all interested in being a gift. But between Vikings who roam the sky, Dragon Witches seeking to take Virgil for their own to eat the star’s heart for youth and beauty, and a cadre of royal heirs after the topaz necklace that knocked Virgil out of the sky in the first place, the odds of getting through alive, let alone back to Walton with a chained star in tow are not high.

Because we need a Prinxiety Stardust AU in the world.

#tss storytime 2023 #tss storytime summaries

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

I have a slew of questions about our sweet collective baby pieces!Sasha (only if they're not spoilers and you don't mind answering!).

if Logan hasn't demolished the monarchy by then, will she be the future Lady Fitzroy when she grows up?

what does a gray mark mean for Sasha specifically? like, is she aro (a benevolent aro noble sounds kind of amazing) or did her mate die young?

also, more generally: do marks grow and change as the people do? like, would a baby whose mark was a handprint have it shaped like a baby's hand, or a baby-sized grown-up hand?

Logan chooses to not make any of the children his heir automatically when theyre first adopted or born because he wants to give them a choice! if one of them were to grow up and volunteer, only then would he do so. as for who is actually going to do that, that is spoilers so Watch Out :)

people who have soulmates at all are always born with black or white marks, even if theyre aro (see remile and dukeceit) being born with a gray mark means that sasha does not have a soulmate at all. people born with gray marks are typically aro, but not always.

while i personally dont really think of children quite that young having proper sexual or romantic orientations so i wouldnt quite say Sahs is aromantic, but she is going to be completely end-spec aro as she grows up

Marks are born a black, white, or gray shapeless splotch, and then generally fill out into their final proper shape either by the time they meet their soulmate if its on the early end, or by around age ten at the latest. Sasha's will never stop being a splotch, which is on the back of her left wrist

#ask #anonymous #pieces verse #pieces meta #pieces sasha

[animatorweirdo]

Resurfaced feelings

Fallen for a golden flower

(I have a terrible focus somedays and I’m not sure where this will end. I hope I find the end at some point, but don’t worry, the romance will bubble soon. Hope you enjoy this chapter,)

Chapter 8

Warnings;You get teased, young Thranduil will appear and he’s a bit of a brat, mirkwood elves think you’re a cryptic and some angst talk in the end. 

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A month has passed since you last time saw Glorfindel or the twins.

Things had been pretty hectic for them, trying the rebel against the dark forces and facing some troubles on the go. Glorfindel had sent you letters, keeping you informed on the events and what has been happening so far.

You were grateful Glorfindel watched out for the twins, and sometimes you exchanged private letters to see how each one was faring. His letters always left you happy and eager to hear more about him. You learned more about him that way.

Sometimes your mind wanders off, thinking about him with the letter in your hands.

"You have been gazing off lately," A voice broke you out of your thoughts. "Is there something in your mind, (Name)?" The woman asked while two wild children were playing around. "Nothing peculiar, Aesa," You said, folding the letter Glorfindel recently sent you. "I'm sorry if I seem out of touch lately," You said. "It's nothing to apologize for, especially if the letter is from the handsome stranger you brought along a month ago," Aesa smiled, making you flush a little.

"I swear it's nothing serious," You said with a reddened face, trying to finish washing the dishes for her.

"Hmm, you say it's nothing, but you smile and silently squeal in happiness whenever a letter arrives for you," Aesa said with a grin. Your face flushed even more after hearing that. "He was quite a looker too. I almost called out to ask where you found such a creature and wanted to ask if I can find myself a one as well," Aesa chuckled in amusement.

"Hahaa! (Name) has a crush!" One of the kids yelled and started chanting with their sister.

"Oih! Stop it!" You said, trying to control your fluster about the thought of having a crush. Glorfindel was a friendly and charming fellow, but there was no way you could have a silly crush on him.

Aesa chuckled, shaking her head. "Serdil, Remil. Calm down!" She said with an amused tone. "Can't you see, our dear (Name) has yet to realize that she might be lovesick for someone?" She questioned with a smile. "Eww, a lovesickness. That's cross," Remil said with a disgusted face. "Let's go before we get lovesickness too. I don't want to have a crush on someone," Serdil said. They both then ran outside, laughing like gremlins.

You were speechless. You couldn't muster a single comeback to the teasing the three gave you. You looked at Aesa with disappointment. "You sure love to torment me," You said, making her chuckle.

"Come now, (Name). You have been alone for how long? Thousands of years? Don't you think it's a good time to consider courtship since someone like that handsome golden-haired stranger caught your attention?" Aesa asked, making you flush in denial. You almost whined in embarrassment. You weren't embarrassed because you got teased. It's because they might hold some truthful words. You liked Glorfindel, but you were too afraid to admit liking him on the romantic level. You wonder if he thinks about you as you thought about him.

"Other things aside, are you going to stay for dinner?" Aesa asked. "Well, actually, not this time. I finally got the letter from a friend and the travel permit so I won't get accused of trespassing in their kingdom," You explained. "Oh, of to travel again?" Aesa asked. "Indeed. I have to go fetch that medicine for you before winter," You explained. "I hope you can last a couple of days without me," You said. Aesa chuckled. "I might be old, but I'm not that helpless," She said, shaking her head. "Say hello to the twins for me and greetings to your little crush," She chuckled, making you flush again.

You silently cursed under your breath. What is with you getting teased today?

"The twins might be too busy with their duties, and I'm visiting that place. I hope those green thumbs won't act so dramatically as last time. When I visited," You stated, remembering the last time you visited Greenwood.

After Saddling Rex, you climbed on his back and checked you had everything for the trip. You read the letter one more time. So you understand everything right before setting out toward your destination.

The elven kingdom Greenwood. It's been a while since you went there, but you knew the path well.

The ride didn't take too long. You reached the borders and managed to get through the scouts after showing your travel permit to them. These elves have always been skeptical and guarded. You would have most likely got shot in the head by an arrow if you didn't possess permission to walk upon their land.

You rather avoid these elves since they can be obnoxious to be around. They hold so much pride that they could surpass the most arrogant man alive, especially their king.

Rex trotted toward the gate where you saw another set of guards, except this time, there was a familiar face among them, easing your nerves.

"Greetings, (Name). It's been a while," The red-haired elf stated, making you smile. "Likewise, Rossenthell. You seem to be busy today, taken how many scouts and guards I met on my way here," You explained. "Anything new going on?" You asked. "Nothing too peculiar. The spiders have been active lately, but you do not have to concern yourself with them since you're here for another reason," She said, then turned toward the guards beside her. "At ease, she has a permit and is here for a temporal visit," She explained, then turned toward you. "Follow me," She said, then you followed, riding inside through the gate.

You followed Rossenthell after giving Rex to a handler and looked around the elven kingdom. The sight was majestic, like always, with glorious hallways and caves. Plants grew everywhere. And everything looked carved by the finest sculptors.

Some memories crossed your mind as you remembered the times the twins came to live here. Some were fond memories like how you watched proudly as the twins grew under their kin's guidance. Some were unpleasant, which regard the actions of king Oropher. You and the twins still held a grudge over the incident where the king allowed the twins to believe you had passed away from old age. You felt great satisfaction when you proved him wrong and made a habit visiting the twins every hundred years to let him know you're not going anywhere.

"How are you faring these days?" Rossenthell asked, walking beside you slowly; so you didn't have to walk fast to keep up with her. "I have been doing quite well. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens. So it might be a bit boring, but I have been following what has been happening outside," You explained. "Last month, I visited Rivendell and met many nice elves," You smiled at the experience. "I even had the honor of meeting the infamous Glorfindel, a charming fellow. He showed me around, invited me on a ride, and even escorted me back home upon the twin's request," You explained, smiling and feeling pink when you thought about him.

Rossenthell smiled as she listened you talk. "That's lovely to hear. It almost does like he gained your interest," She said, making you confused by the last statement. "Well, he did, but what are you referring to?" You questioned. She chuckled. "My friend, you have lived almost long as an elf, but it seems you lack the ability to acknowledge your own growing feelings," She explained. You frowned and almost whined at the same time. She might be implying what you think she's implying, but you're not in the mood to get teased for your apparent crush on the golden-haired elf.

You can't have a crush on him. Are you talking in a way that people think you're in love with him or something?

You then noticed a familiar face in the crowd of elves, a bright grey-haired twin. A smile adorned your face when you saw him.

"Oh, Hi, Elurin!" You called out, waving your hand. Elves looked at you, concerned and frightened. Elurin faced you with a scowl at first, but his expression then softened when he saw it was you. He gave orders to the elven group and started approaching you and Rossenthell.

"What are you doing here, (Name)?" Elurin asked as you gave him a quick side hug. He returned it but quickly composed himself. "I'm here to fetch some medicine for Aesa. Her health has been depleting again, so she needs it to last the incoming winter," You explained. "Well, I hope lady Aesa will recover soon," He said. "And she told me to say hi if I saw you or Elured by chance," You smiled. He hummed, nodding as a thank you.

"How are things in Rivendell? Is the situation so serious that Elured had to go elsewhere?" You questioned after noticing Elured was not in your sight. "Things are somewhat stable. Elured is handling things with king Gil-galad, but the threat hasn't completely eradicated," He explained. "I trust Glorfindel has kept you informed since he's so eager to write letters for you?" He asked. "He has, and I'm glad things are looking up," You smiled. "Hmm, interesting," Rossenthell said, looking at you.

"Lord Elurin," A new voice appeared, then the next thing you saw was the son of the king, prince Thranduil. You have no qualms with him, but he tends to act like his father, arrogant and a bit bratty.

"My father wishes to speak with you, so do not waste time entertaining quests," Thranduil said. "Of course, my prince. I shall see him right away after I handled a couple of things," Elurin said. Thranduil then turned his gaze toward you. "It is nice to see you, and I hope you have been faring well these past years since you look the same as ever. Unfortunately, we elves have serious matters to deal with, so I hope you understand lord Elurin has no time for distractions," He explained with the same tone his father speaks when looking down on someone. "Of course, my prince," You said with a bow. "I'm only here for a short visit to fetch some of your finest medicine for a friend. I will be gone before you even notice," You explained. "Hmm, good. I'm glad you have a clearer understanding than most of your kin nowadays despite your peculiar condition," He said, then left.

You eyed him for a moment before noticing some elves in the corner looking and whispering to each other. It wasn't the first time something like this happened. So you were aware of what they might be discussing.

"My goodness. Are the elves here still trying to figure out if I'm a witch or a creature of the unknown?" You asked, looking at Elurin and Rossenthell. "There have been some theories made in your name. My favorites so far are that you are a lone forest spirit or a relative of Tom Bombadil," She said, making you chuckle when hearing the man's name. "Classic Tom. I should maybe pay him and Goldberry a visit. They have always been nice company," You smiled.

"I would love to stay here and chat, but I'm needed elsewhere. Have a safe travel back home," Elurin patted your shoulder. "I will. You and Elured stay safe as well," You smiled. He nodded, then walked away to fulfill his duties and most likely meet with king Oropher.

You smiled, watching him leave before Rossenthell told you to follow her and left the busy hallway.

After arriving in the healer's wing and requesting a batch of medicine bottles, Rossenthell helped you pack them for your journey. "How are things with you and Calendir?" You asked. "We are faring well. We hope things will soon settle down, and we can finally consider having a family," Rossenthell said. "My parents are not thrilled about the plan," She added, making you sigh. "Are you still disappointed because you married a silvan elf? Calendir is a good elf," You questioned, making her sigh. "That's what I have been trying to tell them, and Calendir has proved himself many times, but nothing is ever enough for them," She said while shaking her head. "What kind of names have you thought for them?" You asked eagerly. "Gilion, if it's a son. Tauriel, if it's a daughter," She said, making you smile.

"But enough about me. I'm interested in hearing about you. And the infamous warrior, Glorfindel," Rossenthell said, looking at you. "What is going between you?" She asked. "Nothing peculiar. Why?" You asked, confused by the look and the change in her tone. "You talk fondly of him, and then I hear he has been an eager writer to send you the letters. How many letters have you exchanged the past month?" She asked. "Like two in a week. I don't live far away," You explained, almost questioning yourself.

"Interesting. And are you sure nothing grew within you ever since you met Glorfindel and sent these heart-filled letters?" Rossenthell asked with a smile. "I..." You lost the ability to speak. "You might deny it, but I sense a possibility that something might spark between you two," She explained.

You thought through what she just said, then you cracked. She always knew how to make you confess.

"I do not know. Glorfindel is the sweetest elf I met, and he believed my story. I felt strange around him since we met, but not in a terrible way. It feels bright, and I feel oddly content," You explained. "By the valars, just thinking about him makes me feel giddy, and I do miss talking to him face to face," You shook your head as your face flushed in embarrassment. Rossenthell chuckled. "And that, my friend," She started. "Is a confession that you have fallen in love," She added with a smile.

The thought frightened you for a moment.

"It can't be. We have known each other for a while. But it might be too soon to jump to a conclusion like that," You explained. "And why not? From what I have heard, he seems to be interested in you. I think this is a great opportunity for you. A chance to love someone like you," Rossenthell explained. You stayed silent, thinking about the thought.

Love shared between partners. Now, that's a thing you haven't thought about for centuries.

"Excuse me for asking, but is your uncertainty caused by your former fiancee?" Rossenthell asked, catching up to your silence. It almost freaked you out since you did think about your deceased lover. You have never forgotten about him, even after hundreds of years.

Your Alwin.

"I don't know. I just -" You couldn't muster any words. Rossenthell touched your shoulder and made you look her in the eye. "Take your time to think about it. It has been hundreds of years since his death, and it wasn't your fault you stayed like this, but think about yourself. If he was alive, I'm certain he would wish for you to move on and find love if that chance ever came to you," She explained. "I'm sure even the twin lords would think the same," She added. "I don't know. Apparently, Elurin thinks Glorfindel is obnoxious and hates him," You shrugged your shoulders, making her chuckle.

"Take your time to think about it. Like us, you have time to go through your heart," Rossenthell said, helping you pick up the bag. "My duties are calling, and I think there are grandchildren you need to go back to watch," She said with a smile. "Oh, yes," You nodded, breaking away from your thoughts. "Remil and Serdil are a handful, so I better return before they accidentally set the whole town on fire," You said, making Rossenthell chuckle.

"Reminds me of that one time the twins used the power of music to overgrow the plants in your former home," She said. You laughed. "I know. It took a long time to clean and cut the vines out. You elves could be destructive even if it's on accident," You said, walking toward the door.

"I know my back, so you can go back to your duties," You stated. Rossenthell nodded. "Farewell, for now, my friend. I hope you will open your heart to the opportunity to love again," She said. The thought made you hesitant. "Yeah, bye," You almost muttered, then left without another word.

You walked in the hallway, your mind in chaos with thoughts. What you did might have been out of character and rude, but you needed some alone time to think.

The thought of falling in love again. You're not sure if you could go through with it since you might be in love with the golden-haired elf who managed to charm his way into your heart. But now you can't stop thinking about your former fiancee, who held your heart once.

Alwin was your childhood sweetheart. You two were like, two fish in a pond and did everything together when you were young and foolish teenagers. He was a sweet nerd who preferred the comfort of home and books while you were a rambioush hunter.

Alwin suffered the same fate as your family, and you were there to watch him pass away from old age, and then you shut yourself down from loving someone again. His death was also the last step when you fell into depression.

Glorfindel and Alwin are quite alike, except Alwin wasn't a warrior type and immortal.

You shook your head, remembering Rossenthell's words. She was right. Alwin would have encouraged you to move on and find love again if he ever knew the truth about why you broke off the engagement. You can still remember the hurt expression on his face when you did it that day.

You walked forward and didn't stop. You needed to think this through and hard.

#Glorfindel x reader #silmarillion x reader #glorfindel #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #slow burn #glorfindel x human reader #immortal reader #thranduil #lotr x reader #middle earth x reader #fallen for a golden flower #silmarillion fanfiction #elves #mirkwood #greenwood

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 31

Chapter title: Soon

A/n: Stands awkwardly. Hi! Okay so, i know its been two years since the previous chapter and I honestly did not think I would be writing a new one. But this story deserves an ending so I do intend to finish it to all those still out there who read it. So whoever is still here, thank you and I hope you enjoy the chapter <3

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words: 1511

summary: Pattons finally recovering, where does everyone go from here?

pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety, platonic Demus, romantic Remile

warnings: Hospital mention, Courthouse/Law mentions

Ao3 Link  

“I'm cleared!” Patton announces, a tired whoop from the crowded room makes him giggle. Logan grunts in approval, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “I get to go home” He explains quietly to the sleeping twins resting on his bed, his fingers carding through their hair.

“And while we’re all ela-” Roman pauses, yawning “-ted, it's far too early” Virgil nods, looking sadly at his now empty cup of coffee. 

“He should be able to be checked out around noon today, we want to go over some home care, medicines he’ll need to be taking…” Patton nods along, not sure where the doctor's instructions fell out of tune but Roman was right it really was too early. Once she had finished, given an extra copy of instructions to Logan and taken her leave, the two made their way out.

“Work and stuff” Virgil had, oh so kindly explained, taking his leave with Roman sleepily guiding him the right way. The lawyer couldn't help but smile, glad his friends finally put the puzzle pieces back together. 

“Hmm” Logan hummed next to him, “I'll be back around noon to pick you up, Emile and Remy have agreed to take the kids for a bit so you'll only have to worry about rest” He explained through his own suppressed yawn. Patton flashes a grateful smile to the detective and his partner, receiving two thumbs up from Remy. He watches as the couple gently lift the sleeping children, waving t​​hem off. “And while I love you” Logan continued “I have work to get to” 

“Aw shucks, you sure you dont wanna hang out with me and my Friends reruns?” Patton teases, Logan lips turn up slightly, signs of an amused smile. “Go, be a lawyer, I'll see you at noon” He assures, tugging the taller down only a bit to plant a kiss.

“Noon then” He confirms before joining the others and leaving Patton alone once more. 

“Finally” he stretches. Don't get him wrong, he loved his friends, he loved Logan, his kids. But finally, eyes weren't constantly watching him, he could breathe. He only hoped this refreshing feeling continued at home. He was finally feeling like himself again, his fingers itching to be back in the courthouse, standing in front of a judge fighting for something, for someone. “George!” He exclaims to himself, rushing for his phone on his nightstand. He practically punches in the number. “George” He smiles, the other line connects instantly. He hears apologetic rambles at first listening as they turn into worries for the lawyer then a burning anger of vengeance. Christ, Patton could barely get a word in. “Ge-” He tries, cant blame him for not being heard over what he thinks is the man shouting at the tv for…existing? He can't help but laugh, shaking his head. “George,” He states firmly, finally receiving silence. He knows, knows you should never judge solely by a cover. Any man can fake who they are, any person can smile while hiding a sinister secret. But Patton couldn't help it, this man wasn't capable of what he'd been accused of.  “I'd love to meet up” 

~~~ “Too early” Virgil complains again, “Early early early” He shakes in defiance. Roman finishes checking himself and his guest into the courthouse, wrapping up a polite conversation with Jenny. 

“Honey” He begins, Virgil's soft “Early”s continuing “Ho-ney” he enunciates, taking his partner's hand. “Coffee?” He offers, allowing himself to ignore just how many the detective had already consumed. Suddenly, like magic, Virgil brightens. Or, as much as he could. After all, he needed some coffee in him. “Come along then, my treat”

“Well I'd sure hope so” the shorter quips, nudging Roman.

“You are spoiled” he decides, lifting up Virgil's hand to kiss it sweetly, regardless of his words.

“Blasphemy, I am so unspoiled, in fact i a-” And before Virgil can continue whatever tangent he planned, Roman saves himself and his ears, he kisses his partner swallowing up whatever words he had. “Cheater” “Work smarter, not harder” Roman grins. And even with Virgil's mumbles of rejection, he was smiling. 

“Is that what you teach my kid when you babysit?” Virgil sighs, though his disappointment is only an act. 

“Absolutely!” Roman nods, his smile wider than ever. “I tell him, I say ‘Damian. Listen, when you're in math class, simply use a calculator’ and oh does he smile” 

“Oh my god, you're a terrible influence” Virgil laughs, feeling his chest bubble with warmth. “He needs to learn how to do math without the calculator” “Virgil” Roman turns, taking the detective's face in his hands. “Mi amor” He starts, Virgil rolls his eyes covering his obvious blush. “When, literally when, will he ever have to do math where a calculator is not available” Romans eyes are stern.

“That's so not the point, it's good for him to have the skill” Virgil rebuts

“The answer is never! Never is he going to be an adult, doing math that requires a calculator, where a calculator is not available” He turns back to the path, stopping by the coffee stand, ordering two cups. 

“You're impossible” Virgil whispers, with absolutely zero malicious intent, watching his breath in the cold air. He joins the judges side, thanking him for the coffee. 

Strolling the courthouse, both fully aware there was no destination, made him happy. Being by Romans side, even in silence, made him happy.

Virgil was happy. 

The guilt washed away with ease. Every ounce that had been shoving him to his knees, grinding them to pieces, let him go. Patton was okay, he was going home, safe. Liam hadn't bothered the group since Logan put him in his place. Remy and him had been forgiven, by both Patton and Logan. James, may he rot, was in jail. And Roman was his. All his to love for however long he was permitted to, a small- no, a big part hoped it was forever. At this bright hour of 8:05 AM, Virgil allowed himself this moment of self indulgence. This moment to be selfish, coffee in one hand, Roman in the other.

He was happy. 

~~~

“I am not happy, Tolentino” Heard, processed, and instantly forgotten. Logan's head was killing him, the last thing he needed was a scolding and running on no coffee as well. “I think we need to have a discussion about your recent work ethic”

“Mhm” Logan was barely listening, honestly, his mind was nowhere at the moment. His boss could be firing him from the firm, but he was far too tired to care. After another lecture, Logan was dismissed, giving him ample opportunity to find the nearest coffee booth and consume all of it. 

He had been skeptical of the firm working out of the courthouse at first. Lawyers coming in and out, cases he wasn't on though dying to participate happening just next door, the judges bothering him, it had a recipe for disaster written all over it. But it ended up being perfect. It was exactly the place he wanted to work at. If his stuffy office ever got too much, just a quick stroll and he could find himself in the courtyard, listening to the steady fountain flow. 

It was perfect.

Plus, this is where he met Patton. Fell in love with him, proposed to him, and watched him everyday.

That wasn't so bad. 

He smiled, lifting the coffee to his lips, sipping carefully at the hot beverage. One could argue the worst things also happened here, and they wouldn't be wrong. But the good for Logan, far outweighed the bad. The love of his life walked these halls everyday, lighting up his path as he smiled. Hm, he thought to himself, he should call Patton. He missed his fiancee, and noon was so far away.

“Patton Hart!” A familiar yet welcome warmth creeped on Logan.

“Whos taking whos last name” Well. That was definitely not how he wanted to start the conversation. 

“Well,” Patton thought for a moment, considering Logan's question with sincerity. “Patton Tolentino”

Oh

Logan would blame the red tint of his cheeks on the cold air. 

“Its not bad…but I like my last name!” Patton chirps, Logan nods, covering his mouth “And it's the kids last name” It is, Logan's mind was gone once more. Patton Tolentino, Patton Tolentino, the name ran through his mind. “Lo?”

“Present” A soft giggle resonated through the phone “Logan Hart” He repeats, it felt odd falling off his tongue at first. “Loooogan Hart” He tried once more, it wasn't bad. However, could such a sweet name, filled with adoration, suit him. With his mind busy, he hadn't noticed the other line had gone quiet. “Honeybee?” He inquires softly

“Can't we just get married already” Had he not been listening so intently, Logan would have missed the whisper of desperation. 

“What about combining them?” He proposes. A laugh rings through, approving the idea. They continue an idle conversation, but Patton's question continues to play over and over in his mind.

Soon.

Soon, I promise. 

#objection au #sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #logicality #prinxiety #remile #demus #remus sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #youtube #remy sanders #emile picani #write #writing #ao3 #archive of our own

[parker-writes-things]

hey!! new pinned bc my old one wouldn’t let me edit for some reason

but hiya i’m parker!! i write for many different fandoms, including sanders sides, percy jackson, south park, mha, it 2017/2019, fnaf, pokémon, adventure time, and probably more which i’ll add as i remember :)

(note regarding sanders sides: while i used to be deep into the fandom, i'm not very into it anymore because of personal reasons. i might write for it occasionally, but i'm less likely to take requests for it.)

requests always open, just beware that i don’t always finish things, and i might not have enough motivation to do your request </3 writing is mostly just a pastime for me, and i don’t like pressure being put on me for something that’s just a hobby

my ao3!! (note that only users with accounts can view them because fuck AI <3)

ships in bold are the ones i’m best at or prefer doing; i won’t do anything that’s prosh*p because it makes me uncomfortable to write

sanders sides: i will write any ship platonically!! my only exceptions to romantic relationships are r//mr//m, moceit, royality, intruality, analogical, patton/remy, remus/remy, patmile, romile, lomile, janus/emile, remus/emile and maybe a few others that i’ll add as i remember (again). preferences toward prinxiety, logicality, demus and remile

percy jackson: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write pernico, solangelo, valdangelo, stollace, and possibly a few more

south park: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write style, creek, bunny, tyde, gregstophe, fike, and maybe more

mha: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write tododeku, kiribaku, shinkami, dabihawks, natshig, tamirio, tokoyami/shouji, tokoyami/satou and probably more - may write bakudeku, seroroki or momojirou but only if i feel like it/have ideas for it

it 2017: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write reddie, stenbrough, benverly, billverly, and possibly stozier if i feel like it

fnaf: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll only write the glamrock animatronics + sun/moon and djmm

pokemon: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll only write red/blue, gold/silver and ash/gary, i’m not back into the fandom enough to do other ships asklsdkskd

adventure time: any ship platonically; romantically i’ll write finn/flame princess or fionna/flame prince and bubbline or gumlee, maybe some side jake/rainicorn or cake/monochromicorn. high preference on gumlee bc i’m a gay guy and it’s more comfortable to me :)

there are probably some i’m missing that i’ll add as i go!! but this is all for now :) will add links to previous stories soon

tags:

for non-writing posts: #parker rambles

for my writing: #parker writes

i don’t tag reblogs just bc i’ve reblogged a lot of things, but if you need any triggers tagged lmk!!!

taglist so far: @psychedelicships (i think that’s who asked to be on the taglist???)

things i’ve written under the cut

“100 bad days” ficlet (sanders sides, patton angst)

“they’ll talk about us” (sanders sides, intrulogical/implied intruloceit)

“it looked alright in the pictures” (sanders sides, prinxiety)

“it’s like i want to be alone, but i want to be touched” (mha, kiribaku)

“please never fall in love again” (south park, style)

“ending.” (south park, bunny)

history of wrong guys (south park, creek)

stage directions (sanders sides, prinxiety)

#pinned #parker writes #rambles #sanders sides #pjo #percy jackson #south park #mha #it 2017 #it 2019 #fnaf #pokemon #adventure time #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #masterpost

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Virgil Ships💜🌩️

A Masterlist of my fics that feature a Virgil ship. For other ships or platonic ships, checkout my Masterlist Masterlist (I reached my link limit on my general Masterlist so I made some smaller ones)

AO3: LonelyThursday

Pairings:

Analogical:

You Can’t Spell ROMANCE Without ROMAN (But I’d Sure Like To), (Original Angst Draft) Oneshot | Word count: 3,081 | Canonverse | & Intruality, Roceit

They Call Me Wicked (<-Masterlist link) Multi-part | Incomplete | Descendants AU | & Moceit, Rosleep

Anxceit:

Quiet Day Cuddles Oneshot | Word count: 311 | Canonverse

Campfire Oneshot | Word count: 522 | High School AU

On Death’s Doorstep (<-ODD Masterlist link) Multi-part | Incomplete | Superpowers AU

Dukexiety:

Five Time Someone Mistook Roman and Remus (And One Time They Finally Met) Austin, Abuela, Virgil, Remy, Janus and Patton, They Finally Meet Multi-part | Complete | Human AU | & Logicality, Roceit

Moxiety:

A Pantheon A Matter For The Gods Series | Incomplete | Mythology AU

This Is Why I Left The Dark Sides Oneshot | Word count: 879 | Canonverse | Platonic or Romantic

Simply Meant To Be (tumblr exclusive) Roceit momceit blurb, Part 1, Part 2 Multi-part | Incomplete | Soulmate AU | & Intrulogical, Remile, Roceit

Setting Sail Rough Seas Ahead, Getting Out Of Hand Series | Incomplete | Pirate AU | & Intrulogical, Roceit

Moxiety Week (Masterlist)

AroAce Remus Perfectly Normal Follow Your Aro Twoshot | Middle School AU | College AU | & Roloceit, QPR Intrumoxiety

Prinxiety:

If love is a game, I’m going to win Oneshot | Word count: 3,652 | Canonverse | & Logicality

Polycules:

Anxceitmus:

Monsters All Oneshot | Word count: 3,003 | Fantasy AU

Soulmates? Oneshot | Word count: 2,701 | Soulmate AU | & Royalogicality, DLAMP

Moxieceit:

To Worship At Your Altar Devoted, Pray To Me A Little Longer: Part 1, Part 2.1, Part 2.2, Part 3 Series | Incomplete | Gods AU | & Intrulogince

Intrumoxieceit:

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 1, Part 2 (complete) Breakfast, Three’s A Crowd, Four’s A Party Janus’s 100% Foolproof Plan To Win Patton’s Heart: Step 1, Step 2, Step 3, Step 4, Step 5, Profit Series | Incomplete | High School AU | & Logince

LAMP:

Go To Bed. Make Me Oneshot | Word count: 540 | Canonverse | Platonic or Romantic

Compartmentalized (tumblr exclusive) Part 1 Multi-part | Incomplete | Human AU | & Dukeceit

Say the Word (I’m already here) Word count: 1,774 | Soulmate AU | & Dukeceit

#ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #thursday writes

[logan-the-artist]

just some soft Remile plz,,,, or just Emile in general,,,

remy did not, in fact, keep cool

#first time i draw emile he’s so 🥺 #the fact i looked up ideas on pinterest and it only showed ratatouille 💀 #my art #drawing #art #sketch #sanders sides #remy sanders #sleep sanders #emile picani #ts emile #ts remy #remile #romantic remile #remy x emile #emile x remy #log’s art

[korruptbrekker]

Are there any ships? Romantic or platonic?

There are. This is primarily a Prinxiety story (I blame @infawrit10 for converting me /t) but there is some side Remile. As for the other's I'm not sure yet. There's definitely familial Receit/Anareceit, but I don't know about Logan and Patton as of yet.

#kbanswers #cyberpunk au

[blogsamm56641me]

Enjoy art is mine

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fandom #cartoon therapy #emile sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #romantic remile #remile

[notalwaysthevillian]

Brewing Love

Warnings: anti-LGBTQ allusions, kissing, crying

Pairings: Romantic Remile, Romantic LAMP

Word Count: ~1k

Read from the beginning!

Previous Chapter

Chapter 20

Glancing at the clock, Remy groaned. The red numbers stared at him.

1:00 AM

He’d been sleeping just fine for so long, but Emile had gone back to their childhood town to visit some old friends this weekend. They’d been sleeping together, in more ways than one, for so long that it was hard for Remy to sleep without them.

Which meant his insomnia had come back in full force. He had bad nights here and there, but cuddling up to Emile would keep him in bed, and eventually he’d go back to sleep.

But without his little cuddlebug here...he had fallen back into some old, very bad habits.

Like making coffee at 10 PM.

Which was why he was still up. He’d been researching bachelor parties for the last few hours, trying to figure out what to do for Logan’s. He knew his cousin like the back of his hand, but all he currently had was a list of vetos.

Anything at a bar - no

Anything involving sex toys - no

Stripper - absolutely not

There were so many items on the list, he wasn’t sure what to actually do for the party.

However, many of the “no’s” on Logan’s list were becoming “yeses” for his own bachelor party.

Inhaling a deep breath, Remy ran a hand through his hair. He should probably attempt to go back to sleep. Emile was bound to ask about his sleep schedule while they were gone. Despite not being their patient, Emile couldn’t help but slip his psychological knowledge into their everyday life.

And it was truly adorable.

His phone lit up, the screen nearly blinding him in the dark room.

Honey Bunches: If you’re still up, you need to go to sleep.

Before Remy could ask why Emile was awake, the phone lit up again.

Honey Bunches: I’m already asleep. This message was set to send at a certain time.

“Okay, okay.”

Shutting down his computer, Remy shuffled into the bathroom, got ready for bed, and then finally laid down. Chai yawned and stretched as he climbed into the bed, curling up by his feet.

“Thank god I don’t work tomorrow.”

Remy woke up the next morning to Chai complaining in his ear, wanting her breakfast. He flopped over and glanced at his phone.

7:00 AM

Grumbling, he quickly fed her before heading back to bed.

When he woke up the second time, he felt much more refreshed.

“Noon? Shit, I should eat something that’s not coffee.”

Heading out of the bedroom, Remy smelled something cinnamon-y from the kitchen. To his surprise, Emile was pulling cinnamon rolls out of the oven.

“Darling, not that I don’t want to see you, but I thought -“

“I’d rather not talk about it.” Emile interrupted, her voice shaky. “Can we just eat and snuggle?”

“As you wish.”

Drizzling too much icing on their cinnamon rolls, Remy grabbed the plate and took it to the living room, where Emile was making a blanket nest.

“I understand if you truly don’t want to talk about what happened. But I want you to know I’m here if you do. At any point.”

She stopped messing with the blankets, fisting her hands in them instead. Sliding his arms around her, Remy nuzzled into her neck.

“Cuddles first. I - I might be up for talking later. Maybe.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

They settled into their blanket nest, Emile leaning heavily into Remy as they ate their breakfast.

Setting their plates on the coffee table, Remy grabbed the remote and turned on a random episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender.

It happened to be the episode where Aang finds out the air temple had been wiped out.

The sniffles came before the tears. Emile wiped her face once, before deciding it wasn’t worth it. Instead she buried her face into Remy’s chest.

He held her close until she pulled back.

“I’m ready to talk now.”

His hands slid to her back, rubbing soothing circles. “Go ahead.”

“It was fine for a while.” She started, playing with her nails. “My friends and I met up and we were having a great time. They all accept me for who I am, so I wasn’t worried.”

“But one of their partners...she wasn’t very nice about it. She made mean comments under her breath, and no one else heard them. I didn’t want to make a scene so I didn’t say anything.”

“Then Bella, my friend since first grade, heard what she was saying. She was really angry, and they got into a big fight and broke up and it’s all my fault!”

The tears poured down Emile’s face as she buried her face into Remy’s chest again. He tightened his arms around her, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“It sounds like Bella is a good friend. I know you think it’s your fault, but she made her decision. She could’ve chosen to stay with her partner, but she chose to keep you as a friend instead. And I think she’s lovely for that.”

“You think so?”

“Anyone that doesn’t want you in their life is missing out on the most wonderful person on this planet.”

Blinking back her tears, Emile wrapped her arms around Remy’s neck, gently pulling him closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He leaned in, locking their lips together. She pulled back a moment later, a soft smile on her face. “You don’t work today right?”

“Nope.”

The smile brightened further. “Good! So we can either stay here and snuggle on the couch...orrrrr we can move to the bedroom.”

“¿Porque no los dos?”

A giggle rang out from Emile as Remy picked her up and carried her to his bedroom.

#brewing love #romantic remile #remy sanders #emile picani #sanders sides #sanders sides fic

[tss-storytime-summaries]

26

Expected Rating: Teen

Warnings: PTSD, child abuse, child neglect, physical and emotional abuse, discussions of trauma, abelism, homophobia, arophobia, self-hatred, intrusive thoughts (Remus-typical), panic attacks, emetophobia, illness, and hopefully that's it :*)

Characters: Remus, Roman, Janus, Logan, Patton, and Virgil. With kid!Remus and kid!Roman in flashbacks, and appearances from Thomas, Emile, Remy, and Cartoon Therapy characters.

Romantic Relationships: Background Remile and Dot/Larry, with possible endgame Dukexiety, Loceit, and Royality.

Summary: Sanders Academy of Art offers a wide range of programs for prodigious students entering high school. Prospective students face a harsh acceptance process, two separate auditions, and a whole lot of paperwork on top of the whole deal.

I, Emile Picani, happen to oversee these auditions, and the future education of six very special students.

The odds of these six boys ending up in the same dorm room for the next school year are astronomically low, but here we all are. When they meet for the first time, things aren’t exactly stellar, but! They still have plenty of time to win over the hearts of their new friends.

It would be nice if that were a little easier, but hey, working on your emotions takes time, and it’s not something all 14-year-olds are used to. They just happen to have… a lot of emotional problems.

Nothing a certain resident counselor can’t help with! (*cough*)

Facing a brand new school, no familiar faces, and enough combined baggage to fill the average commercial airplane is tough, but now, they have each other, an amazing school that lets them focus on their dreams. Perhaps things are going to work out better than any of them could have expected.

(AKA a shameless high school au where all these boys have autism, need therapy, or both)

#tss storytime 2023 #tss storytime summaries

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S/O Tag Videos For The YouTube Trope Thing

Ok so, ships: Dukexiety, Roceit, Logicality, Remile (I'm gonna do bullet fics for each ships boyfriend tag)

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Dukexiety:

"Ok Remus what's my favorite food"

"Meat"

"That's not even-"

"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"Remus are you trying to get us dmeonatized!"

This happens every two seconds

Virgil debates breaking up with him mid-challenge

Remus gives him a big ol' pouty face when he jokes about it

They never actually get to answering the questions properly because they're both to busy arguing

They end up making out by the end of the video

Roceit:

Roman remembers e v e r y t h i n g from what color tie Janus wore on each date to the exact time of their first kiss, down to the second

Janus gets all doey-eyed and embarrassing

Roman won't let Janus finish the questions before he answers

Janus wont let Roman finish because he just keeps giving him kisses

They're such a pda couple it's worse than Virgil's channel

You can literally tell how much the want to make out with each other through the screen

Logcality:

Logan remembers the exact times of everything theyve ever done and when he got the answer to the question

Patton insisted on filming like a vlog so he'll be mid-answer and making cookies and almost set his hand directly on the stove

The challenge gets forgotten pretty quickly because Patton keeps almost getting injured

They finally remember theres a recording when Logan's fawning over Patton because he almost got hurt

And Logan suddenly just paused and shrinks away and is like scrunching his face up

And then Patton's worrying about him like "oh what happened? Was it something I did? Are you ok?"

And Logan just mumbles "baby"

And then they hear the laptop notifications going I n s a n e

And they look over at the live stream camera

And its s t i l l o n

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Remile:

This ones actually kinda sad

Emile can remember what happens on big dates and important stuff like anniversaries

But of course he doesnt have as good of a memory as he should

So some things tend to slip out because he wasnt fronting when he heard them or he wasnt the alter that went on the date so he doesnt remember as much about it

And he starts getting all upset because "oh I barely remember that nice restraunt you took me to I'm such an awful boyfriend"

And Remy just

Looks at him

Moves his sunglasses down a little

"Babes, light of my life, sun to my moon, what the f*** are you talking about"

'n they kiss and they're in love and being all cutesy because they deserve it

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Tag list:

@nova-xx

@softestpatton

@meowthefluffy

@a-deceit-salad

@nerosdayinhell

@soupforfree

@willowaudreykeyes

@frawkeye

@the-sad-strawberry

@sneaky-slytherin

@private-snippers

#cori answers #ts roman #ts emile #ts remy #ts logan #ts sides #ts virgil #ts patton #ts remus #ts janus #tw pregnancy #tw crying #remile #dukexiety #roceit #logicality #romantic roceit #romantic logicality #romantic dukexiety #romantic remile