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This is an old ask for an art request but it gave me an idea for a fic SOOO...

-Don’t Miss-

The Duke eyed Wilford mischievously from around the corner of the living room door and giggled quietly. Of course, Wil had heard Remus’s movements but with a smirk, he simply sat where he was and continued watching t.v. like he hadn’t. 

Remus wasn’t planning to hurt Wilford quite obviously. No, it was the opposite. Remus had prepared a messily made pillow fort of neon green, black, and pastel pink pillows and blankets and intended to get Wilford into it. 

But Remus, being Remus, wasn’t going to just walk up to Wilford and ask him. It was clearly boring for the both of them. There wasn’t much fun in simply asking a question and a quiet walk back to the bedroom. The two tried to find ways to make the task as interesting in their definition as possible. 

That being said, and being the much taller of the two, Remus just planned to take Wil and throw him onto the bed. 

With a short chuckle, he lunged at Wilford with a shriek and brought him into his arms. All the while, Wil just laughed along with several playful protests and Remus made an effort to run as fast as he could back to his room. Once he was at the door, he suddenly stopped and an evil grin grew onto his face. Wilford eyed The Duke with a raised brown. 

“Remus, whatcha planning there?” Wilford cradled his arms around Remus’s neck, anticipating what would happen next. 

Remus bent his knees and eyed the bed, taking three large steps forward. 

“Let’s hope I don’t miss!” 

“Wha-”

With that, Remus threw Wil onto the bed with full force. Wil nearly fell off the other side of the bed, but he made it nonetheless. 

“We’re gonna watch a movie!” 

This one came out as a lot less action and a lot more dialogue than I intended XD 

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“And here’s the rose garden! What do you think?” 

“Lovely and very ...bright, Roman. Remind me why you felt that you needed to tour me through your part of the Imagination.” Roman turned to Dark with a raised brow at his question. 

“Because,” Roman dragged,”Patton wanted to be left with a pen of puppies for a while, Logan wanted to visit the space section of the mind, Virgil just wanted to hang with Deceit for a little while-make some amends ya know-and Remus is just Remus and he’s an idiot!” 

Dark snorted at Roman’s emphasis on Remus’s description. “Hypocrite…” he muttered. 

“What?” 

“What?” Dark merely rolled his eyes and turned back to the roses. “Remus may be with Wilford anyway. The only reason I’m here with you is because I haven’t scheduled a meeting today.” 

“Well now that’s just rude.” 

“Sure, sure.” Dark eyed the roses just a bit longer. “Where else?” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Anywhere else? Are we going to go anywhere else? I heard that you have a stable about five miles from here.” 

“You looked at the-” Roman twisted around and looked back and forth “-You took my map!” 

Dark snickered at the newly appeared map in his hands. “Watch the hands, not the mouth, Princey.” He unscrolled the map and took a dramatic look at it, tilting his head for emphasis. “The lake may be quite cool this season. Perhaps we can take a dip.” 

“Yeah Mr. ‘I’m gonna wear a suit and slacks in the summer’. We can do that.” Roman pursed his lips and made a face at Dark. “Come on, follow me.” 

“Gladly, My Prince.” 

Another old ask that was an art request but I felt like writing something for it

-I Suck at Naming Stuff-

“The Host wonders aloud about the scales on the left side of Eden’s face. He stares intently at the liar with fondness, for he finds a fascination with them…” The Host narrates. He cocks his head to the side expectantly, waiting for a reaction. 

Deceit doesn’t catch on immediately and takes a second to process The Host’s words. A blush creeps up his neck when he mouths the words over again. He turns around from his desk, still seated, and finds The Host smiling at him lightly. 

“Deceit also wonders aloud why The Host would say such a thing,” Eden mocks. A chuckle escaped The Host’s lips and Eden finds himself flushing at the rare sound. “And Eden finds himself contemplating why he never gets to hear The Host laugh.” 

The chuckle dies down to silence and The Host’s smile falls slowly. Eden thinks for a second that he did something wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d triggered a vision from The Host, but even then he worried that his words might’ve ended the first and last laugh he’d ever hear from The Host. 

That was until he observed how The Host’s eyebrows raised and his head tilted with the movement. And Deceit realized-

The Host rolled his nonexistent eyes at Eden, sending the liar into a mock offense and a hand to his chest with a dramatic gasp. 

“You did not roll your eyes at me!” 

“Yet the Host finds a lie in Eden’s words. He admits aloud that yes, he had rolled his eyes at Eden. And for a good reason.” The Host’s smile appears again, this time brighter. 

“Yeah? And what’s that, book worm?”

The Host swings his legs over the side of the bed and walks over to Eden with an exaggerated sway of his hips. “Because,” he started,”Eden is the only one who can make The Host laugh.” He stops and leans down over Eden who reels back into his chair. The liar eyes how The Host’s lips are parted, indicating that another response would come. 

“And?” 

The Host closes just a few more inches. “And that’s a very special thing in Eden’s case. It means something very important that Eden should know.”

“O-Oh…..um….that is?”

A small peck is pressed to his lips with the question. Immediately, he tilts his head into the kiss and crawls his hands up to The Host’s neck. It only lasts a second. 

-Organization Skills-

Emile whistled while he sorted through stacks of papers on the floor of his office. Every drawer of his desk was open and he certainly knew he’d be down there for a few hours given that he was quite the perfectionist. Not to mention, he planned to reorganize his toys and collectibles on his shelves and possibly wipe down everything he owned. He liked his office sanitary for his clients, of course. 

What he hadn’t planned was a particular knock at his door that he knew he recognized. But the knock had startled him from his concentration and he instantly smacked his head on the edge of his desk. 

The sound of it apparently startled the person on the other side of the door when a voice said, “Emmy, you alright in there?” 

“Yeah, hold on!” Emile made an effort to open the door and was met with the familiar face of none other than Wilford Warfstahce. “Oh Wilford! Nice to see you!” 

“And to you too, Emile. Whatcha doing?” Wilford moved his head higher to observe to mess of scattered files and boxes of what he assumed were new toys for the office. “You were supposed to leave over an hour ago!” 

Emile also turned to the mess and knew that Wilford wouldn’t want to wait that long for his own husband to be home from work. “Yeah, yeah, just wanted to reorganize a bit.” 

Wilford tilted his head with a smile. “Awe come on now, just wanted to see ya again, Em!” Emile rolled his eyes. 

“You just saw me this morning!” 

“Nine and a half hours ago?”

“Right, I’m sorry Wilford. Today is my cleaning day!”

To emphasize his point, Wilford pouted dramatically and whined. “Well, if I must go and wait longer, I should at least get to kiss you once.” 

Emile chuckled and pecked Wilford’s lips before sitting on the floor by a pile of folders thick with papers inside of them. “I’m just messing with ya, Wil! You can help me if you want. I’m finishing up sorting this stack of patient files! Just tell me the name and I’ll tell you which pile it goes in.” 

“I’d love to, although I don’t understand why you have to sort everything. But come home soon!” 

After a few seconds, the couple were quiet and Wil looked around at Emile’s current organization. His eyes landed on the familiar pink tie hung loosely around Emile’s neck. “Love the pink tie by the way.”

Emile flushed and giggled. “Why thank you. Your dresser just so happened to be open after you left for the interview.”

Wilford flopped onto the couch in front of the desk, sitting in front of Emile. He smiled at the way Emile’s tongue poked out of his mouth while he sorted the files. Of course Emile would try to be sneaky and steal the tie. Wilford had definitely noticed when he came home two hours before now but still didn’t mind. At least he knew Emile would look lovely. 

“Perhaps I should let you borrow a set of pink suspenders I have. I must say, you look stunning.” 

- Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realize they were in love?

1. Illinois technically did. He was like “I know you might be madly in love with me-“

“*voice crack* Yeah”

“......Wait seriously”

“Yeah”

“Well then I mean if you want to we can-l

2. Roman kisses him first. Took the man into a dip and kissed him real hard :)