#royality fluff

Ship: Royality

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

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The painting wasn’t quite finished yet, but it was coming together. It was as if he were looking at his vision through Logan’s glasses. He stood back for a moment, most of the paint still needed to dry before he could add any more details, but there had to be something he could add without disturbing anything. ...right? He began to stir the paint on his palette when he heard a sound behind him and felt a breeze despite being indoors.

“Going up?” Roman asked, laughing to himself as he rubbed his paint-stained hands over his apron and put his supplies down on the table next to him. “Did you come in here just to take a nap?”

“Maybe,” Patton hummed, staring at the ceiling from where he laid on Roman’s bed.

Roman pulled off his apron and laid it lazily over the hook on his wall. He sat down next to his boyfriend and laced their fingers together before placing a kiss to Patton’s knuckles. “What did you come in for?”

“It can wait,” Patton said quietly. “You’re busy painting.”

“Patton.”

Roman and Patton in a highschool AU

Patton Gray discovers that he’s aromantic and comes out to his best friend, Roman Maxwell

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Use of a swear word, Patton feeling like he’ll be alone forever, self-denial of one’s identity, Remus being Remus (only for a small amount of time)

Angsty fluff with a happy ending

Disclaimer: I know that not all aromantic people are alone forever, but this is just something I felt when I discovered that I was aromantic, so I projected onto Patton.. Roman does kind of correct him, though. *Also Patton feels weird when someone has a crush on him, but I know that not all aro people feel this way. There are 3 main kinds of aros: Romance positive, romance neutral (indifferent) or romance repulsed, and I think Patton in this fic may be indifferent, so I know that this is not everyone’s experience. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! :)

*Also, this is one of my first fics, so this is most definitely not perfect

Patton knew he had to get to sleep, but something was on his mind. At school yesterday, he found out that one of his classmates, Janus, has a crush on him. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so weird. Isn’t this supposed to be a good thing? Crushes are good, right? He had had a crush on a boy when they were in 7th grade. Logan was always kind to him, and Patton enjoyed his company. That had to be a crush.

In which Roman absolutely adores the chapstick/lip balm Patton uses, so he keeps stealing kisses. 

“Ro!” Patton exclaimed, giggling as he playfully shoved his boyfriend away. He was in the middle of making food and Roman had come up behind him to attack him with kisses. Roman laughed, ruffling Patton’s hair. 

“Sorry, babe.” Patton’s cheeks tinted red as he tried to go back to what he was doing. He seemed to notice a pattern over time, recently Roman had been extra affectionate with him and stealing those quick kisses all the time. Not that Patton didn’t secretly love it, and not that Roman wasn’t always affectionate, but this was more than usual and Patton was curious as to what had gotten into him. He didn’t question it, and the kisses continued. 

Roman kept on with those stolen kisses any chance he could. When Patton was reading, cooking, talking with someone else, even when he was half asleep. Patton had laughed each one off and given in in the end, but things didn’t click until one day Patton had been applying lip balm and Roman had immediately pulled his face in for a kiss, rubbing his lips together when he pulled away. Patton gasped. 

 “Roman!” He scolded. It was rare he used the prince’s real name instead of ‘Ro’ or ‘Princey’ or ‘Prince’ or some other pet name. Roman grinned up at him, acting oblivious. 

“Yes, my love?” He responded. 

“All these sneaky smooches...you’re using me for my new strawberry lip balm!” Roman busted out laughing, kissing Patton on the cheek. 

“Maybe. It tastes good!” He admitted shyly. 

“I have an extra one, you could’ve just asked.” Patton rolled his eyes as he handed the unopened extra lip balm to his blushing boyfriend, who pocketed it. 

“Well, yeah...but...” 

“But what?” 

“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.” Patton giggled, booping Roman’s nose. 

Patton woke up slowly, savoring the weight of the blanket around his shoulders and the warmth of the sunlight on his eyelids. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of his mouth, then suddenly the morning silence was broken.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

Roman’s voice was thick with sleep and barely audible, but it was rich with adoration. He continued to murmur, almost to himself, and Patton quickly realized that Roman thought he was still asleep.

“I can’t believe that I get to wake up every morning and see your face...I must be the luckiest man on the planet.” 

Patton’s heart swelled, and he wanted to open his eyes and kiss Roman senseless, but he also didn’t want Roman to stop. 

“How I ended up with someone as amazing as you I’ll never know...I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.” 

Patton couldn’t take it anymore, and he opened his eyes, smiling sleepily at Roman, appreciating the blush that immediately colored his cheeks. 

“Morning, Roman,” he breathed. 

“How much of that did you hear?” Roman asked, and Patton grinned, reaching forward and carressing the side of his face.

“Enough to know that you are the sweetest, kindest, cutest, most wonderful person in the whole entire world,” Patton said, punctuating each statement with a little kiss to Roman’s face and ending with a slow, sweet kiss on the mouth. 

“I love you,” he whispered when he pulled away, and Roman smiled at him and pressed their foreheads together. 

“I love you too.”

It begins, as most disasters do, with a horse.

Well. Several horses. 

I did some terrible art, enjoy

The first is Royality, cause I love them (Romans's head looks like an egg)

And then I drew Remus, with octopus limbs cause we love.

CHAPTER 2

Hello fellow Fanders! This is the second chapter of Queer ‘n Crazy, and thank you so so so much for reading this! I appreciate it a lot. 😄 Also, does anyone know how to tag people? Or link things accurately? I have no clue how this website works. 

Blurb thing : To say Virgil Black hasn’t had the easiest life would be an understatement. Considering all he’s been through, it’s no surprise that he has a few mental illnesses. But that doesn’t mean he appreciates being thrown into some government experiment, even if he does have a gorgeous roommate.

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Warnings : Mentions of an abusive family, OCD, depression and anxiety disorders, self deprecating thoughts.

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Virgil re-adjusted the backpack strap on his shoulder as he stared out the car window, biting his lip.

He'd been to the school before, on the orientation and moving days. However, his roommate had not been present on moving day. When he asked the receptionist about this, she said he'd arranged to move a different day. Meaning, that out of almost everyone in the school, he was the only one who had not been acquainted with his roommate.

"Are you alright, Virgil?" He nodded, turning to Mike, who was in the drivers seat. The car approached the campus, and Mike found a parking not too far from the dorms. Fidgeting, Virgil consulted the leaflet that he had clenched in his hand. A map of the institute.

His anxiety had caused several scenarios to run through Virgil's head concerning this day and needless to say, hardly any comforted him. But as Janice had reminded him about ten times that morning, "If you want to leave, just give us a call." Virgil looked at the map.

His dormitory, a building called Draconis, was a five minute walk from the parking lot. All of the dormitories were arranged in a pentagon, around a courtyard commons.

Virgil stepped out of the car to feel a light breeze ruffle his hair. Despite himself, he smiled. He'd seen the campus before, and there was no denying that it was beautiful.

Maple trees were planted around a the brick-lined sidewalk. A large reception blocked Virgil's view, but he could still see a slither of a large college-style campus, with small gardens and fountains. A few other students were getting out of cars, and like Virgil, all of them held a small suitcase or duffel bag.

"Goodbye, Virgil." said Mike, stepping out of the car himself to Virgil a hug. Virgil hugged back, ignoring the voice in his head that said the other students would judge him because of it. Mike stepped back into the car, and a stab of worry hit Virgil. What if he was an outcast here, too?

Just to give himself something to do, Virgil glanced at the map in his hand once more. He knew what he had to do, go to the reception and get a key, and then go to his dorm. Simple. But there were people in the reception. Chances are it was full of people waiting to get their dorm keys. Still, to prevent himself from looking like an idiot, Virgil willed his feet into motion. He was tempted to put on his headphones, but he didn't want to risk bumping into anyone.

He walked to the reception, and joined the line of about nine students, all queuing up to receive their room key. Most were accompanied by their roommates, chatting uncomfortably. Virgil fiddled with the strings of his hoodie and kept his gaze fixed on his feet to avoid the non-existent gazes he was sure were plaguing him.

He shuffled up to the desk, mumbled out his name and room number, and received a small silver key in return. He shuffled out the back door, grateful for the cool air that grazed his skin. shoving his hands into his pockets, he strode down the stone pathways that lined the school following signs for the dorms.

Six minutes later he was standing in a carpeted hallway in front of a door numbered 145. Virgil glanced at his key before slotting it into the lock. A small click quelled the thoughts running through his brain, and he entered the apartment-like complex.

He walked inside, taking in the carpeted room in front of him.

Two double beds were placed into either corner, laid with white sheets, a grey quilt and a navy and green tartan comforter each. A side table stood next to each bed, and at the foot of the bed, a desk. Not bad. There were two wardrobes as well, one of which was laying open, clothing hung neatly inside. Virgil's mouth dried up as he stepped into the room, his suitcase trailing behind him.

Upon closer inspection, Virgil realised that a navy suitcase was leaning neatly against the foot of the bed on the right, so Virgil moved toward the bed on the left. He placed his suitcase on top of the comforter, and opened it. He glanced at the comforter, his nose wrinkling up. It was ugly.

Instead he drew out a fuzzy purple blanket, laying it on top of the comforter, and turned to the side-table. He opened up the drawers and placed in the few items he had left over from moving day. He'd just finished the task before what he assumed was the bathroom door opened.

Out stepped a teen who looked like he had a metal rod instead of a spine. Immaculate posture, a sharp jawline, neatly styled hair and a black shirt and tie, dubbed him the most formal teenager Virgil had met by a mile. But somehow, he managed to pull it off.

He closed the door gently before stepping away from it. Then he turned around and Virgil felt the his breath being snatched away.

He had the most gorgeous eyes Virgil had ever seen. The were a curious dark blue, almost like navy mixed with a storm-cloud grey. But strangely enough, he could spot a small hazel streak near the edge of his irises. They had a depth that Virgil couldn't fathom, like they held the secrets of the universe underneath their captivating metallic pigment.

"Virgil Grant, I assume?" Virgil felt his cheeks heat up as the stranger cocked his head to the side, surveying Virgil. He'd noticed Virgil had been staring. "U-Uh, yeah. I'm Virgil." he said lamely, wincing at the sound of his voice. God he was pathetic. However, the stranger just smiled.

"My name is Logan Rouge, pleasure to make your acquaintance." Despite being a bit thrown off by his manner of speech, Virgil shook Logan's outstretched hand. "So you're my roommate." said Virgil, his eyes darting around Logan's profile. "Yes, it appears so." said Logan, smiling gently. He then moved to sit down on his bed. "So, what are you here for?"

"Depressive anxiety and PTSD. Y'know, just being a burden in general." Virgil fell back into his own bed with a tired smile. "You?"

"OCD and depression, mainly OCD though. Both are under control." Logan surveyed him with interest. "So that's how they're playing it. Odd." he murmured. Virgil glanced at him confused. "Huh?" "This building, Draconis, is inhabited by people with different types of anxiety." began Logan. "I assumed that people with the same syndromes would room together, although some triggers may be shared. But their putting people with different disorders in different dorms." His eyebrows furrowed. "It's strange. What if the triggers clash? That wouldn't end well." Virgil shrugged.

"You don't know if it's like that for everyone, so far you only know about our disorders, right?" Logan hummed. "I suppose." The two lapsed into silence. While Virgil knew he had no reason to be, he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward.

"Anyway," said Logan breaking the silence. "Any triggers I should be aware of?" Virgil looked at him surprised. No one had asked him that before, they usually waited to find out when he panicked.

"Um..." Began Virgil, taken aback. "I don't particularly like yelling, or closed spaces," Logan hummed, his eyebrows crinkling adorably. "How about comfort objects?" "Just my hoodie. What about you? Any triggers?" said Virgil.

"Not yet, but I would prefer it if you don't touch my things," said Logan, a bit embarrassed. "I know it's odd but I do need a couple of weeks to figure out what arrangements don't upset me."

"Not a problem, Lo." Logan froze, looking at Virgil. Oh shit, he hates him now, doesn't he. Stupid mouth giving stupid nicknames without asking the per-

"Lo..." he mused, a small smile slipping onto his face. "I like it." Virgil let out a small chuckle, marvelling the boy in front of him. He'd never gotten along with someone this easily before, it was kinda creeping him out.

"How come you ended up here, anyway? You seem to be doing alright." said Virgil sitting up. Logan sighed. "My parents can't be bothered dealing with my disorder. We were never really close, but I suppose the OCD really set them off. They can't understand why arrangements would upset me. But I can't blame them, I don't really get it either." Virgil shot him a sympathetic smile.

"You've got crappy parents too, huh?" Logan's mouth quirked up slightly. "Yes. How about parents stay out of casual conversation, would that be suitable?" Virgil nodded at his stoic faced acquaintance. "Deal."

"We should probably head to the auditorium, we wouldn't want to miss the speech." said Logan standing up. "I trust that you have a map?" Virgil nodded, pulling the brochure out of his pocket. "How'd you know?" "You seem like the type to overthink everything." he said fixing his tie.Virgil smirked.

"You got me there."

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TAG THING I’M SORRY I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS PROPERLY.

Part 1 | Part 2

In which Grae is too invested in her own AU but it makes me happy so... have a part 3. ^u^ Shoutout to @creativenostalgiastuff for helping me out with Patton’s key line in this new installment. 

Warnings: low self esteem, smidge of angst, fluff and softness in droves

So yeah Roman and Patton are standing in the middle of the practice room and Roman still has his arm around Patton’s waist and one hand against his cheek and they’re so close their noses almost brush.

Roman’s wondering if its possible for his heart to break his ribs with how hard it’s pounding waiting for Patton to answer. 

And there’s a long moment where Patton doesn’t say anything at all. Because Roman... Roman is looking at him with such a soft devotion that a part of Patton can’t quite believe it’s a look meant for him. Roman--kind, brave, noble Roman--wants to choose him. 

And there’s something kind of raw about the moment, too. Because Patton has known Roman long enough to see both the bravado and facade of fearlessness he’s put forward to protect himself, and he’s seen when it’s stripped away in the late hours of the night. And this... this moment, with Roman so close to him, asking Patton to let Roman love him... that look in his eyes definitely falls into the latter category. 

Roman takes a breath as if to say something else--Patton realizes in that very second that he hadn’t actually responded yet--but they’re interrupted by the sound of Patton’s phone ringing.