#flluff

"Did Sean come back with the money?" Arthur's deep, scratchy voice made its way through the thick vegetation, as he returned from a long day's work. You rushed to help him tie his steed into place, and then give him some tasty carrot to munch on.

"Actually the last time I saw him was when you left this morning, Arthur. I thought he was going back with you" you answered with all sincerity, while the cowboy cursed something through gritted teeth, and then gave a kick to a poor pebble nearby.

"That goddamn rotten alcoholic rat..." he hissed adjusting his hat and then looked into your eyes "I gave him the stolen money, 70 dollars for him and another 140 dollars to give to Dutch for the camp" he explained as he put his hands on his belt nervously moving back and forth.

"Oh c’mon mr Morgan, I bet there's a valid explanation-" you tried to protect Sean, albeit unsuccessfully, while Arthur interrupted you by now on the verge of exasperation.

"Yes, he must have gone to town to have a drink, and if he didn't spend all the money on alcohol some motherfucker stole them from him" you opened your mouth to reiterate something, but no sound came out, and you decided to bring back yours pay attention to Mr. Morgan's horse starting to groom him.

"Good evenin, fellas!" a familiar voice made you peek out of Arthur's trusty steed, there was no doubt that it was the voice of that flaming Irish head Arthur was hunting.

Desperately trying to save him, you started looking with your eyes for the place where the young man would emerge so as to signal him to run away before being lynched by the whole Van Der Linde gang.

But when Sean came out your eyes widened not so much from amazement as from being incredulous. The Irishman was holding a large bouquet of colorful flowers, flowers with petals with very bizarre and exotic shapes, never seen before.

You knew that Sean was a very bizarre boy as well as an extrovert, but the reason for having such an exaggerated amount of flowers with him escaped logic even though you were trying hard to understand.

"Macguire! Stupid piece of-" barked Arthur approaching him in great strides, while the young Irishman seemed to jump on a floor of clouds, completely ignoring the cowboy and talking over him.

"Aaah Y/N! Dere you are, lass! You must know dat Arthur and I robbed a house full of bad guys" began to tell the boy approaching you, more and more confused "So after I saved Arthur frahm certain deat, I found a lot of mahney 'idden in a wall. So we divided dem and Arthur tells me to bring 'alf de sum to the camp and to keep a part for myself and so I wanted to do, I swear!" he continued to say, trying to highlight his totally unbelievable sincerity with the theatrical "But den i wanted to go to de city and I found a florist who was sellin sahme really beautifoehl flowers, i think he told me dat dese come from the Caribbean islands!" Sean showed you some beautiful pink flowers, with large and round petals, with a sweet scent "And those who come from the East, i dink 'e said Japan!" his smile widened, showing the small crack that showed the lack of his tooth.

"It's...really gorgeous Sean. What are you going to do with it? Want to sell it back to the highest bidder?" you asked on the verge of confusion, scratching your head with your hand, trying to ignore a furious Arthur on the background.

"What? No! No no no no! I got dis magical bouquet o' flowers for you, you are such a special girl and...so beautiful, and I had to bring you flowers that were at least at your level" he explained trying to hide between his numerous freckles the blush on his cheeks, meanwhile, you couldn't help but put your hands over your mouth to cover it, but you weren't sure if it was for the romantic gesture or for the fact that now that Arthur has discovered that Sean had spent all the money for flowers had somehow ushered in his death sentence.

"You want to tell me that you spent all your money on goddamn flowers?!" Arthur asked in all his fury, while Sean gave him a funny look, as usual, not at all touched by his threats.

"Oh no...I spent my share on flowers obviously, who ded you take me fahr, Mr. Morgan?" he asked almost offended, and for a moment you put your hand to your chest to breathe a sigh of relief "I spent de mahney frahm de camp, to book one o' de best hotel room in town and...an excellent restaurant!" your eyes almost popped out of their sockets in shock, what had that fool done?!

"MACGUIRE!" Arthur barked starting to charge towards him to be able to beat him, Sean on his side left you the bouquet of flowers with a quick shot before running like a hare, not before yelling at you:

"Tonight! At nine o'clock, let yourself be found near my horse! You don't need to dress up gorgeous, your beauty doesn't need bulky pomp! .... Ah! Come on Arthur! You wouldn't have done the same for the lady you are like it?!" asked the poor red-haired boy in the distance as he left you to your thoughts, with your heart pounding with emotion and a loving smile on your lips.

𝕿𝕳𝕰 𝕰𝕹𝕯

Patton crept along the kitchen tile, making sure to stay on his toes so the wood wouldn't creek and give him away. Roman was gently humming a song under his breath and squinting at the bubbles that were slowly rising to the top of the pancake, lost enough in his thoughts that he didn't realize Patton was there.

The perfect time to strike.

Patton put his hands in front of Roman's eyes and whispered a gentle, "guess who?" He kissed the side of Roman's head. 

“Hmmm is it the fearsome dragon witch come to take me away?”

“Nope!’

‘Is it the terrifying manticorechimera ready to chomp on me if I answer wrong three times?”

Patton nibbled on his ear gently, and Roman shook his head, “No no, its fangs are far sharper. Hmmm, could it be the love of my life?”

Patton grinned ant took his hands away, right on time for the pancake to finish. “You’re sweeter than maple syrup and more fluffy than this pancake.” He booped Roman’s nose. Before covering the pancake in powdered sugar and syrup. ‘”Let’s go to the park today.” 

Roman blinked at the rather sudden comment but shrugged it off, the weather was nice. “Why not! Oh shoot, I better not forget,” He quickly took his own pancake off the stove and ran upstairs to their room. Everytime he left the house he had a series of things he would do for good luck. Light 7 candles and blow them out one by one so everyone he loved would live, kiss a picture of Kristian Chenoweth for performance and to never stumble over his words. 

When they left home his quirks didn’t leave him, but Patton matched his stride as he stepped over cracks on the ground and stopped when he turned pennies on the ground and whispered good luck for the next passerbies. 

The sun beat down on them oppressively, but the gentle winds around them stopped it from being too intense. The perfect spring weather, as they sat down on the ground they remembered the day they first met. The two had mutual friends in Logan and Virgil but had never spoken themselves. Roman was crying behind a bush, afraid that someone might catch him in his weakened state.

And of course Patton had, he’d sat down next to him and offered him an icepack, bandaid and piece of chocolate. He’d given a gap-tooth grin and said that his mom told him to always be prepared in case a friend got in trouble and it sure did come in handy that day. He didn’t scold him, or laugh at him for being hurt or crying. He just talked with him and tried to help. He’d offered Roman a dandellion, tellling him the fluff could grant wishes.

Who knew that one chance meeting could lead to casual hang outs to friendships to dating and a proposal and-

Roman gave Patton a smile, warm and gentle, filled with the love that 30 years together brought him.

Patton plucked two dandelllions, one for each of them. 

“Make a wish’ he said quietly.

And Roman blew the fluff and watched both of their dreams mingle together in the wind.

“What did you wish for?” Roman asked.

Patton shrugged, “For every kitten to find a home. You?”