Hi :)

Roses, Prinxiety, fluffy!

Thanks for the request! I really like the way this one turned out!

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Prince Virgil sat down heavily on the bench in the garden, sighing. He crossed his ankles delicately, a habit obtained from his mother. His head dropped into his hands as he tried to breathe normally. Why couldn't he just be good at being a prince, like his brother? Janus was charming and smooth, and sincerely believed in his ideals. Virgil didn't even know what his ideals were. Other than...

"Oh, dear Stormcloud," a gentle voice called quietly. Virgil didn't lift his head, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Roman," he greeted softly, not quite feeling up to the normal bantering greeting he would give the gardener.

Roman sat down next to him, and Virgil soon found himself pressed to Roman's chest. He began to relax, Roman's presence calming him. "Are you alright, My Love?" Roman asked finally.

Virgil nodded. "I am now," he answered, resting his head on Roman's shoulder.

Roman hummed, summoning a thorn-less purple rose into his hand. Just another secret to keep. But not from Virgil. "Here, Love," he cooed.

Virgil lifted his head and took the rose reverently, holding it like it could crumble at any moment. Then he was kissing Roman. It wasn't long, or particularly passionate. Roman tasted of peaches and soil.

It wasn't until hours (along with many kisses) had passed and someone called from the doors for Virgil that they moved from that spot.

"I'll see you tonight?" Virgil asked hopefully.

"Of course, My Angel," Roman answered, caressing Virgil's soft cheek. "Go be a Prince for a while. You can do it."

Virgil made a face.

"You can. You're the most charming, thoughtful prince I've ever met," Roman encouraged, causing Virgil's face to flush.

"I have to go."

Roman placed one last peck on Virgil's lips before letting go and watching him jog back towards the palace.

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Soulmate September - Day 12

Day 12 - You meet your soulmate in your dreams every night.

Pairing(s): Romantic Remile, Romantic Moceit, Romantic Dukexiety, Past Romantic Dukeceit

TWs: sexual language, mentions of childbirth, Remus being Remus, swearing

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Emile Picani knew something was up with his soulmate.

Their link, as almost all did, formed when they were twelve. And right off the bat, when his soulmate kept flitting in and out of sight, he knew their first meeting would be interesting. Emile had sat up from his dream bed to see a young boy with raven hair that shone a dazzling blue in the light, and pale skin adorned with freckles that stood out like stars in the night sky. 

So sue him, Emile was going through a poetic phase. 

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Day 10: Dukexiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 10: You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate.

Content warnings: allusions to past suicidal thoughts, just bad mental health past in general, vague bullying, swimming pools, past isolation, minor injury (broken ribs), general anxiety and self deprecation.

Word count: 3.9k

I was very low on time, and very exhausted from work, so I tried something new! I first discovered the concept of ‘bullet fics’ from @illogicallyinclined ‘s hockey au, GO CHECK IT OUT!!! (It’s living in my head rent free for a couple months now)

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Marks and Rec: Misc #2175

(Happy Halloween!) (Dialogue is just made up by me, lol.)

What if: Janus saw because of the videos how Patton treats Virgil like his kid, so in CLBG he disguised himself as Patton to attempt to get closer to his child that he lost all those years ago, but Virgil sees through the act. Though, sadly, he doesn't realize Janus' true intentions.

It never occurred to him that Janus would just want to see his baby again.

Remus: *throws Virgil onto their bed*

Remus: Cuddle time, motherfucker. I want attention.

Virgil: Alright, alright. All the attention. You take more attention than my dog.

Remus

Word Association game GO! —> Mother!

Father!

look me up and define me (please remind me) (part 2/2)

He is whatever puts Thomas first. But that changes so often that he doesn’t know what he is beyond that.

He is Janus when he is alone, but only when he is not someone else.

Janus has never minded the fact that his identity is fluid, ever-changing. He acts as whoever Thomas needs him to be in the moment, and if that means he doesn’t know much about himself as an individual, well. It’s never been a problem for him.

Until he gives away his name, and then it very much is.

Chapter Warnings: identity issues, body dysphoria, body horror, panic attack, self-harm (hair pulling), mild injury

Chapter Word Count: 5,947

Pairings: platonic TDLAMPR, implied Moceit

Notes: This is the second part of a two-part fic, so I’d start with part one if you haven’t read it. Also, this fic as a whole was inspired by the awesome ‘The Record Player Song’ animatic by @turbovickii, which, 10/10 would recommend if you haven’t seen it

(part one)

(masterpost w/ ao3 links)

“Do you ever think about the past?” Patton asks him. It’s a gloomy day, rain beating against the mindscape’s windows to mimic the downpour keeping Thomas trapped inside his apartment. On days like these, he has learned, Patton tends toward melancholy reflection, toward sipping wine in the living room rather than attempting to cook or bake.

He has found himself glad of it, most of the time. Even on a good day, Patton is often too distractible to bake without supervision, and on these days, his eyes glaze and his movements slow as he reminisces on days long gone. Frankly, he should not be trusted anywhere near the kitchen, and they both know it.

“Not really,” he lies. “Not unless it suits. Do you?”

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I’ll start glowing in a second, I swallowed a flashlight!