Spring Fling!

Hey everyone! We know that not everyone received a gift, and that makes us really sad. So, we will be offering up a part 2 if you will! There will be two different forms, one for those who didn’t receive gifts, and one for those who will be their gift givers!

Have Fun, Everybody!

For Those Who Didn’t Receive Gifts

For @5-crofters-jams

Logan wandered into a flower shop.  It was Mother’s Day the next day, and he was looking for some nice flowers for her, and maybe some for his own house.  He had done research the day prior, and knew which flowers would be best, both in meaning and in care.

An employee looked up as he walked in, raising his eyebrows at Logan’s professional outfit.  “You sure you aren’t looking for the university down the street? I can give you directions if that’s what you need.”

Logan sighed.  “I assure you this was my intended destination when I arrived in town today.  I am in the process of buying flowers for Mother’s Day, and I was looking to see if you had any day lilies.”

The employee shrugged.  “I don’t know, will you be getting some lilies for yourself?”

Logan recoiled.  “No.  The lilies are for my mother, as I previously stated.  I cannot buy lilies for myself as they are highly poisonous to the cats residing in my home.”

“You have cats??!!” the employee exclaimed.  “That’s adorable … but also a bit unexpected from a nerd such as yourself.  If I give you your lilies, can I come and visit the cats?”

“No,” Logan stated, confused.  “That is highly illogical.  Primarily because I do not know your name or trust you, neither is that how a business is run, and I suspect your manager would not be too happy about you leaving in the middle of the shift to observe cats in a stranger’s apartment.”

“My name is Roman, which you could have just read off my name tag—”

“Your name tag is intelligible—” interrupted Logan.

“—and my manager loves animals just as much as I do, he would understand,” Roman finished without a pause.

“I would still rather pay you money, receive my flowers, and leave alone, exactly how I came in but with the flowers in hand,” Logan said, “than with a stranger in tow.”

Roman sighed dramatically.  “Fine,” he groaned, accepting Logan’s card and handing him the ordered lilies.

~~~

Logan found himself, over the next few months, visiting the flower shop repeatedly, for a different occasion and requesting different flowers every time.  Chrysanthemums and crimson roses for his uncle’s funeral.  White carnations and peonies when he was in charge of flowers for a cousin’s wedding. 

Every time he visited, Roman would add some kind of lily to the bouquet, insisting that it fit the occasion (which, Logan found, it often did) and asking if Logan would buy an Easter lily.  “For the decoration of your apartment,” he insisted.

Every time he visited, Logan reminded Roman that lilies could kill his kittens.  He had had to list the specific toxins in the flowers that were poisonous no fewer than three times.   “Do you want me to lose the certification I earned for fostering animals?  Because that is what will happen if I knowingly bring a poisonous substance into my house.”

He had to admire Roman’s persistence.  This was the fifth time he’d visited the shop in two months, and the man still tried to sell him an Easter lily.

“Why?” he finally asked, holding the bouquet meant to be given to his first cousin’s son at a concert that night.  “Why an Easter lily, of all flowers?”

Roman simply looked at him across the counter.  “Have you ever looked up what an Easter lily means, Specs?”

Logan shook his head.

Roman smiled.  “Among other things, they mean purity and virtue, new life.”  He looked at Logan with something shining in his eyes.  “I think it suits you.”

Logan paused, processing, before slowly turning red.  “O-oh,” he stuttered.  He then shook himself and said, still faintly pink, “I am afraid that alone does not allow me to buy an Easter lily for myself.  My feline roommates would not appreciate it.  However, if you would like, might I buy dinner for you tomorrow?”

Hey everyone! This is later than I wanted it to be (I lost track of time), but without further ado, here is everyone’s gift giver! I hope everyone had a great time with Spring Fling! Stay tuned for one final announcement!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1f6DLFBDdPQ6y5mheTAUSeynQ3UGt3TRwN0CnKWo5mbE/edit?usp=sharing

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Notes: I’m so sorry about this!! I never thought I’d get this done and I’m so sorry! (I swear I have a good excuse!!) I’m sorry if this isn’t my greatest, I’m not amazing at writing this ship and they’re probably OOC, but I hope you like it <3!! (fun fact i began writing with the intention of just writing some platonic prinxiety but then this happened) 

Synopsis: A prinxiety one-shot,essentially it’s just fluff,, also I wrote nonbinary Roman just because i can :P 

Characters: Roman, Virgil, Remus (mentioned) 

CW: Dead animal (mentioned), food, NSFW jokes

  Late at night, Virgil had been curled up under his weighted blanket in his shadowy room, some comedy movie he chose at random playing in the background, when he heard three sharp knocks at his door. It was quite odd, at this time of night the others usually had retired to their rooms for the night, though it’s not as if he hadn’t had some unwanted late-night visitors before. He grumbled, it was all too tempting to just remain where he lay- it was so comfortable, and his blanket was so heavy, but eventually his anxiety did best him, he had to know who it was, and what they wanted. He cracked his door open, brown eyes squinting as the harsh light from the hall blinded him. He managed to recognise the form before him as Roman, which wasn’t expected, but welcome. He sighed in relief, glad it wasn’t just Remus coming to show him some dead thing he found… again.

  “Um, hi Virgil.” They mumbled, wringing their hands together. They seemed quite visibly nervous. As his eyes adjusted to the light, Virgil saw that Roman’s cheeks had a red tint to them, and their eyes darted around the room. 

“I was wondering if you wanted to uh… hang out?”

“You’re aware that it’s almost midnight?” Virgil asked, only half-serious. Hesitant, Roman bit their lip and nodded.

“Sorry if I woke you, I just assumed you were still awake because I heard a movie playing. I just kinda wanna be around someone right now.” They admitted. Virgil snorted despite the concern.

“Don’t worry, I was awake, I was just wondering why the Prinx wasn’t getting their beauty sleep? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” They shrugged “So… can I stay with you for a bit?”

“Sure?” Virgil said, shooting a questioning glance their way. Roman smiled shyly, which caught Virgil off guard. Why the heck were they acting so off?

Virgil tugged Roman inside the room, unceremoniously shoving them down onto his bed.

“Wow, at least buy me a dinner first, you’re moving a little too fast.” Roman smirked, taking delight in how red Virgil’s face became when he didn’t have his pale foundation on.

“That- That’s an overused line and you damn well know it.” Virgil choked out, to which Roman snickered.

“Moving on,” Virgil began, still ruffled, “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“That sounds great, If you don’t mind.” Roman said while they sat up.

“Sure. You can choose, I couldn’t care less what we watch.”

“How about… could we watch West Side Story? It’s been so long since I last watched it and I think they added it to Netflix.” Said Roman, bouncing up and down slightly as they spoke. Virgil passed Roman the TV remote, and walked towards the door of his room.

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable, I’m going to make popcorn. You like salted popcorn right?” He asked them. They nodded absent-mindedly, already focused on searching for the movie.

  When Virgil returned, he found Roman curled up on the right side of the bed, the movie paused at the beginning. Virgil flopped down beside them, on their left, placing the popcorn between them both.

“Hey, want me to press play yet?”

“Hold on.” Virgil said, twisting around slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. At some point when he was moving, Roman moved one of their arms to hook it around Virgil’s shoulders, and pull him closer. Virgil met Roman’s eyes as they blushed.

“Is this okay?” They sincerely asked, while Virgil stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s fine Ro.”

  Not too long into the movie, just as Maria arrives at the dance, Virgil moves in closer- he was practically on top of Roman by then. When he turned his head, which was resting on Roman’s chest, he saw that a certain someone was smirking at him.

“What are you looking at? I’m just cold!”

“If that’s what you want to believe, sure.” Roman said, to which Virgil made a sound of feigned frustration and pulled away. Roman laughed, holding up a hand in surrender.

“Nooo, Vee, come back here.” They whined, pulling the other into a comfortable cuddling position. Virgil’s heart thudded at the close proximity they were in, but this time he didn’t push himself away from the contact.

“See? Isn’t it better this way?” Roman said, refocusing their mind on the screen in front of them. Virgil sighed contentedly, a small smile gracing his lips now that Roman’s attention was elsewhere.

  At some point, Virgil must have drifted off into sleep, because he didn’t remember watching half of the film, and the credits were rolling now. He yawned groggily, shifting positions slightly. At this point, he registered that Roman was carding their fingers through his hair, which no longer fell over his face.

“Hi.” Virgil said, slightly embarrassed. Roman’s hands momentarily paused, but then continued to run themselves through his dark hair.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, dark and stormy.” They quietly spoke, looking quite tired themself. They turned the movie off, and began to sit up.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Virgil mumbled, his sleepiness seeping into his voice.

“Back to my room?” They said, eyebrows furrowed. Virgil pouted, not unlike a child who had been denied candy.

“Stay? It’s 2 am and it’s comfy here, you can sleep with me tonight.” Virgil offered, to which Roman snorted, and Virgil whacked them on their arm.

“Fuck you, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Fuck me?”

“Oh my god, stop, how many times are you going to do this tonight?” Virgil complained, and Roman couldn’t help but laugh at the boy’s red face, spitting out meaningless apologies between their wild cackling.

“I’m sorry Vee! But… if you still want me to, I guess i could stay here.” They said, calming down a little.

“Okay now shush… I wanna sleep.” Virgil murmured, and Roman complied, not yet speaking up until they were about to fall asleep.

“Vee?” They said, slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.” They almost whispered, burying their face in Virgil’s back and seemingly fell asleep.

Hey anon. Unfortunately, all the gifts that have been in our inbox have been posted. There is still a couple days before we reveal, and someone could submit between now and then.