The only jelly I will put in my

When Roman wakes that morning, he goes downstairs to find a distraught Logan. He’s sitting at the table, staring blankly at it. “Lo…?” he ventures. “Are you alright?”

“Gone,” is all Logan says. “All… gone…”  

Roman blinks, quirking an eyebrow. “What’s gone, Lo? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Logan gets up from the table. He gives Roman a hurt look, then walks out of the dining room and up the stairs.

Roman shakes his head, not quite understanding. However, he knows pushing the logical trait when he gets like this will only cause more harm than good. Patton will sort him out. He’ll tell him once he finally rolls out of bed. He’s pretty sure last night was another marathon of The Office bloopers so it may still be a while.                                                                            

Roman moves away from the table and over to the cabinets. He takes out some bread, tossing it into the toaster and setting it. He reaches his hand up as he scrolls through his phone, reaching for the jar of Crofter’s in the cabinet.

Reaching for the jar of Crofter’s in the cabinet.

Reaching. For. Nothing?

Roman snaps his head up, the inner monologue of his actions coming to an abrupt halt.

No more Crofter’s?! But he just got a new jar! He hadn’t even opened it yet! And his backup is gone too!

Roman digs around in the cabinet some more, hunting for the jars and coming back empty-handed. This must be what Logan meant! The nerd always has toast with Crofter’s in the morning, then whatever breakfast Patton whips up when he finally drags himself out of bed.

He turns, and sees Virgil quietly trying to sneak out of the kitchen, coffee cup in hand. He’s still baffled at the other’s ability to wander around quietly.

“Virgil?”

Virgil startles so hard he almost drops his cup. “What, Princey?” he snarks, slowing his escape attempt but still definitely attempting.

“Have you seen the Crofter’s?”

Virgil colors significantly. “Um, well, you see…”

“Virgil, what did you do?” Roman gives the other a look.

“Well, I- I just- Ugh! I’m sorry, okay? I got jealous! You and Patton and Logan all have your special snacks or whatever and well, I dunno…” He trails off rather lamely.

“Virgil,” Roman says, “you have your own snacks up there, too. Why eat ours?”

Virgil rubs the back of his neck. “’Cause it was good? And I took a small bite and realized I should have gotten some more and then I couldn’t help myself.”

Roman smirks. “Ah, mi alma, how you wound me. You could have just asked.”

Virgil blushes more. “Yeah, I know. I-I got you another jar…” He holds out the spread as an offering.

Roman grins as he takes it, drawing Virgil close. “Hmm… I know how you’re going to make it up to me.”

“H-how?”

And that’s how Virgil finds himself tied to Roman’s headboard with the Prince’s sash, the royal trait spreading the jam across patches of his pale skin then teasingly licking it off.

And if takes hours for Roman to finish the jar, so be it. He’s going to enjoy this.

Thank you Nonny, for sending that in! That was fun ^^ I had a hard time with the fluff aspect tbh so I’m sorry if it sucks. 

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