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Another one bites the dust, I guess. Feel free to ask to be on a taglist! Anyways, this one I really like, so I hope someone here likes it too.

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Roman woke to the sound of thunder and crying. Was Thomas sad? Closing his eyes, he looked through Thomas's. Everything seemed normal. So where was it coming from? Why was it raining inside the mind palace? Unless one of the others... he had to check.

As he dashed into the living room, he saw Logan, quietly reading a book, and Patton, with his head on Logan's shoulder as he watched Steven Universe. They both looked up, startled by Roman's sudden appearance. "ARE EITHER OF YOU SAD?" Roman screamed, making the other jump. "Kiddo, we're fine," Patton stated calmly, " why do you ask? Is everything alright?"

Roman started tugging his hair, of course. It was Virgil, his emo nightmare. "Never mind, continue with your tasks, dear citizens!" Logan and Patton, confused but happy to be alone again, continued with their activities. You would think someone would look outside. No. Apparently not.

As Roman ran back up the stairs, he felt Thomas summon him. Sighing heavily, he obeyed Thomas's wants, however much he didn't want to, and teleported to the main room. As he looked over to where his dreary daydream usually sat, he wasn't there. Of course.

Wiping the disappointment off his face, Roman looked towards Thomas, silently questioning why he was needed. Looking towards Anxiety's corner, Thomas tried to summon him, to no avail, of course. "I was wondering if you knew where Virgil is. Do you?" Roman, obviously annoyed, replied with a quick "yes" as teleported back. He felt Thomas trying to summon him back, but he would have no luck with a determined Roman.

As he reached Anxiety's black doorway, complete with cobwebs, Roman grabbed onto the handle and threw the door open. But it was dark. And Virgil was... crying. Closing the door gently, he went to his prince's side, silently asking what was wrong. Virgil sniffed, giving him the hint that he didn't want to talk about it. Nodding, Roman simply hugged him, longing for Virgil to feel better.

Feeling a hug back, Roman carried Virgil to his abandoned bed, conjuring more covers to cover the thundercloud and setting him down on the bed. Wrapping the covers around his shoulders, Virgil pecked Roman's jaw, a small thanks. Blushing, Roman scooped Virgil back up, the thunderstorm wearing down as they both fell unconscious, Virgil staying in Prince's warm arms.

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A reupload from my Wattpad, but hey, need it here too I guess. So... yeah. If you want to be added to a tag list or anything feel free to ask me! Also, this is from a oneshot book, and I’m sorry if the story doesn’t make any sense.

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One of their wings was natural, connected to his shoulders. The pattern on the wings was shown softly as the light shines through them. In a beautiful honeybee shape, his were not ideal. In fact, insect wings were seen as ugly. Even beautiful ones like his.

The other one's wings where made by him. The craftsmanship could be seen as he glided through the air on pieces of of titanium and silver. Born in a world where society expects their subjects to have wings, he was born without them. Just a worthless human. So he improvised.

As they glided towards each other in the air, they looked at their outcast selves. Both not seen as society's norm. Both cast out of uncaring families. But they made their own, all on their own. Including a dragon-winged who was shot down and his hunter, now his lover. The boy that was adopted by them, without wings at all, but a long, green, scaly tail and a  face to match. And their own sons. Two seemingly perfect specimens, one who loved his coffee but had raven's wings and the other, flaunting a PhD and giant tan owl wings.

As they embrace one another they smiled. They had come so far. Done so many things. And this was their final goodbye. As they fell, life's fading, they kissed each other goodbyes and held hands. Because this was their final contribution to a hateful society. Because this was their final revolution.

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