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Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Thirty Six

A/N: This is it, folks! What a wild ride it's been! I'm so happy to present to you the final chapter, and hopefully this ending satisfies you all! This was a blast to write, and I'm sad to see it go, but also infinitely happy that I was able to finish it after everything that's happened to me personally over the years. Stay safe, know you are loved, and I'll see you around!

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

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The day was finally here. This had been one of the longest weeks of Roman’s life, but now, the day was here. He was getting married! To Damien!

He had put on the suit and was inspecting himself in the mirror. Suit in pristine condition, hair cut short and slicked to perfection, he felt like a million bucks. He just hoped Damien would think the same when it came time to walk down the aisle. “What do you think, babes?” Remy asked Roman.

Remus poked his head in after a quick knock. “Hey, looking good, Casanova!” he said, walking in. “Remy, you’re a master.”

Remy preened behind Roman. “Thank you! I’m glad I could get all the measurements without a last-minute change. No dress would be worth all the effort I put into it if it never got worn. Besides, I love making suits more.”

Roman turned to Remus. “What’s up, Re?”

Remus held out a crown with red jewels encrusted in it. “It’s time,” he said solemnly. “Put on the crown and get ready to go down the aisle, buddy, because you have about five minutes before the ceremony starts.”

“Oh, god,” Roman breathed. “I’m so not ready.”

“You’ll do fine,” Remus said. “I promise you that, Roman. You’ll be perfect. Because no matter what you do, Damien is marrying you for you. No one else.”

“Your brother has a point, babes,” Remy said. “I need to head in or else Emile will come looking and spoil the surprise. But you better believe that you’re going to be stunning up there.”

“Thanks, Remy,” Roman said as he left, leaving Roman and Remus alone in the room.

The two stared at each other a moment, before Remus gently brought his hands up and placed the crown on Roman’s head. Roman tittered nervously. “Oh my god,” he breathed. “Oh my god.”

“Indeed,” Remus said. “You ready?”

“No,” Roman said. “Let’s do this.”

Remus linked his arm in Roman’s and the two walked down the halls to the chapel. Damien must have already been inside, because he was nowhere Roman could see him. He was starting to shake. Was this really what he wanted? What if this ended in disaster? What if he cried?!

And then the wedding march started up and Remus grinned at Roman. “Time to see your husband!” he teased.

Roman hissed, “Shut up!” in response and felt his chest loosen. Because no matter what those nagging doubts and baseless worries said, when Remus said “husband” everything settled into place.

The two walked into the chapel and pictures started being snapped. Roman couldn’t make out any individual faces in the crowd. He barely registered the crowd at all. Because at the end of the aisle, there was Damien, dressed in a black suit with gold trim on the shoulders and a golden sash, and his eyes lit up when he saw Roman. Roman beamed. More pictures were taken than ever before as Roman broke into his beam. Remus guided Roman down the aisle, and Roman was sure he would have fallen on his face otherwise, because he felt like he was walking on air.

They got to the front and it looked like Damien wanted to pounce Roman then and there in a passionate kiss, but he refrained, with his father right behind him and his mother sitting in the first pew.

“Hi,” Roman said to Damien with a dopey grin when they got to the front.

“Hi,” Damien replied, equally breathless and euphoric.

The crowd went up in ripples of laughter, but Roman couldn’t find it in him to be embarrassed.

Louis was standing there, looking genuinely pleased. “Glad neither of you bolted this morning,” he teased, and the crowd laughed again. “Who gives away these young men to be married today?”

“I do,” the King said.

“I do,” Remus said from next to Roman.

“Two kings blessing this marriage, it must be a truly special day!” Louis said. “Come on up here, Roman.”

Roman stepped up to the pulpit and slid his hands into Damien’s, staring into his eyes, starstruck beyond coherency. He was still beaming, tears in his eyes, and Damien had a true, genuine smile on his face, one that showed off true radience.

“Dearly beloved, we are here today to witness the marriage of Roman Augustus Ayer and Damien Janus Byron. They certainly weren’t the most likely couple we may have expected to see today, but they are an example of true love conquering adversity, no matter the personal costs,” Louis said. He continued, “There aren’t that many marriages of the royal family I haven’t officiated, and I can say with certainty that there are very few I could even think of having a shred of the amount of love these two share.

“I could go on about this for hours, but then again, we want this wedding to have a reception that doesn’t drag on to three in the morning.” More laughter from the crowd. “So I will simply leave the speech at that and ask these two for their vows. Roman?”

Roman took a deep, shaky breath, and started speaking. “Damien, I would be lying if I claimed to know exactly what to say to you. Despite all the words I have learned throughout my life, none of them seem to describe just how much I love you. You’re my escape from unpleasantries, with your ability to make me laugh. You ask my opinions, and my state of mind, and you listen attentively when I answer. You don’t care about all the things I hate about myself, dare I say you think they make me all the better, and I cannot fathom how that’s possible.

“Damien, you truly give me a chance to see myself in a new light, in your light, and allow me to feel confident, if only for a moment. You never fail to make me smile, and see the silver lining in the clouds. I don’t believe in other halves, but I do believe in matching pairs, and honestly, Damien...you’re my match. It was hard to see at first—I know we got off to a rocky start—but I truly believe we’ll be in this together for the long haul. We’ll make it work. I love you, Damien, and I hope that we can be together ‘til death do us part, and beyond.”

Damien was crying by the end of Roman’s vows and he muttered, “You’re making me self-conscious about my vows now, I don’t know how to top that,” he admitted.

The crowd laughed again, and Roman with them. “Just…speak from the heart, Damien. That’s all I ever want you to do,” Roman said sincerely.

Damien nodded, took an even shakier breath than Roman did, and he spoke clearly enough that everyone could hear him. “Roman, I’ll be honest. When I first met you, I didn’t love you. I didn’t know you, I didn’t know how you would react to me, and to top it all off, I was convinced you were a woman, and decidedly out of my dating pool. I’ve never been so glad to be proved wrong.

“I fell head over heels in love with you when you admitted to me that you were transgender. Even if you couldn’t get the word itself out, you trusted me enough to show your true self, even after showing your true self had gotten you into this mess in the first place. I didn’t even realize I loved you at first…but my stomach fluttered and my heart beat faster every time I thought of you. You trusted me, and I wanted to trust you. I want us to entrust everything with each other. Not only our love, but our secrets, our happiness, our hope. I want to be there to help you on the bad days, and celebrate with you on the good ones.

“You gave me something I never thought I’d be able to have, Roman: hope. It will come as no surprise to you that I stayed quiet about being gay for the longest time, because I didn’t want the media attention. Sure, people speculated in the tabloids, but people will speculate about everything in the tabloids. Every time someone got a little too close to the truth and I didn’t know them enough to trust them, I pushed them away. But not with you. You found out I was gay, and instead of using it against me, or running away, you decided to stay and fight it out with me. You loved me, and I couldn’t help but love you in return. I hope that one day, many more royals will be able to be who they are without fear, because of us. Because of you. You made all this possible, my love. And I cannot thank you enough for giving me the honor of being your husband.”

Roman hiccupped, “And you were embarrassed I’d outshine you?”

The crowd laughed once more and Remus hollered, “Shut up, they’re having a moment!”

Roman laughed and Damien snickered, Louis still smiling serenely between them. “Such beautiful vows,” he said appreciatively. “Like I said, I can’t think of another couple as in love as you two. Your Majesty, the rings?”

The King passed over the rings to Louis, and Louis handed the smaller one to Damien. “Damien, put this on Roman’s finger,” he said. “As a symbol of your undying love.”

Damien did so and Roman beamed once more, watery but bigger than ever before. The weight was unfamiliar on his hand, but he would grow to love it, he knew. There was nothing he looked forward to more than getting the chance to spend the rest of his life with Damien.

Louis passed Damien’s ring to Roman and said, “Roman, you do the same, as a symbol of your undying love.”

Roman did so, feeling a little heady as he slid the ring onto Damien’s finger. Damien grinned at Roman, and Roman grinned back. “Is it time?” Damien asked, turning to Louis expectantly.

“It’s time!” Louis laughed. “I now pronounce you husbands! You may kiss the groom!”

Roman held out his hand for Damien to take, and asked, “May I?”

Damien nodded, slipping his hand into Roman’s. And in an instant, Damien and Roman surged into each other, kissing like they had never kissed before. Electricity shot through Roman’s body while fireworks sounded in the back of his skull. He barely registered the crowd cheering, or Remus’ wolf-whistle. Damien’s hands had gone to the small of Roman’s back, and they were rocking side to side, while Roman had steadied himself on Damien’s shoulders. After a minute, they finally parted, just enough to breathe. Damien’s eyes were dazzling, his smile truly carefree, and Roman knew he looked much the same. “Would you like to go out on a date sometime?” Roman asked under his breath, so low that only Damien could hear.

“I’d like that,” Damien said with a laugh, just as soflty.

The whole crowd moved to the ballroom for the reception, and Damien and Roman pulled off their first dance flawlessly. Virgil was dragged to the dancefloor immediately after by Patton, and Remus and Logan got into repartee as all four of them started to dance along with Roman and Damien. Soon the entire dancefloor was alight with laughter and banter, and Damien and Roman cut into the cake soon after the dancing started, because letting people dance instead of waiting in line for cake simply made more sense to the both of them.

Roman nudged Damien as Virgil tried to go back to his post but Logan swooped in for another dance before Virgil could say anything. Damien and Roman shared a laugh over it. There were drinks and dining and delight in every corner. And if the grooms snuck away immediately after the pictures to fly off on their honeymoon? Well, who could blame them? They had a lot of catching up to do.

~End~

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Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Thirty Five

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

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Remus had a huge, knowing smirk on his face as Damien and Roman flopped down onto a bean bag together. “So, how was snogging your fiancé?” Remus asked with glee.

“Shut up,” Roman said, a deep blush coloring his cheeks. “We did not snog.”

“It was too light for that,” Damien said. “And too short. I’m saving that for tomorrow.”

“Ah. So you do know my brother well, then,” Remus said with an approving nod. “Good.”

Roman was turning red, but Damien put a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Not the service, my love. I care about you too much to sully your reputation with snogging at the altar. Make out, yes. Snog? I’ll save that for later that night.”

“Not helping much,” Roman mumbled, snuggling into Damien’s side regardless.

“I disagree,” Remus said. “You definitely know my brother. I’m impressed. And approve.”

“I should hope so!” Damien said. “We’re getting married. If you didn’t approve the family reunions would be unbearable.”

Remus smirked and Roman hummed, nuzzling further into Damien’s side. “You okay, my love?” Damien asked.

“Sleepy,” Roman said. “Wish that we could just get married right now.”

“If I made a comment to Louis, we could. Elope tonight, sneak off and have an early honeymoon,” Damien offered.

“Mm…no,” Roman said at long last. “I think the wait will be worth it. Besides, I want to hear your vows in front of hundreds of people. Make sure that you can withstand the pressure.”

“How romantic,” Damien snarked as Roman giggled. He yawned again, and Damien hummed, wrapping an arm around Roman’s shoulders, and rubbing his thumb over Roman’s arm. “Do you want to take a nap, my love?”

“Little bit,” Roman yawned. “But don’t wanna leave you.”

“Well, nap right here, then. I’m sure Remus and I can find an engaging enough topic to keep us occupied while you rest.”

Roman hummed in consideration. “Okay,” he finally said, eyes drifting shut as he let out a sigh.

When Roman was woken up, it was to the smell of toasted sandwiches and fruit. He opened his eyes and stretched, finding the sun hanging low in the sky, and Patton was placing three dishes down on the floor. “Good evening, Your Highness!” Patton chirped to Roman. “Glad to see you up! After dinner, you have the wedding rehearsal, and then you’re all ready for tomorrow! Isn’t that exciting?”

“Scary, more like,” Roman muttered. “I’m not wild about professing my love in front of a crowd of hundreds.”

“Maybe so,” Damien said next to Roman, “But immediately after tomorrow morning’s wedding is the reception, and by the afternoon we can head out to our honeymoon. And I’d say that is well deserved.”

“Mm,” Roman hummed in agreement, before snatching up a plate and taking a big bite out of his sandwich, turkey and swiss. His eyes lit up. “Oh, I loved turkey and swiss when I was a kid!” he exclaimed.

“I know,” Remus said with a grin. “I asked Patton specifically for that in hopes it’d wake you up. You know you slept for a solid two and a half hours?”

“Oh,” Roman said. “Well. Mother had been exhausting me all week. I suppose I needed my beauty sleep.”

“You do look rather radient now,” Damien said. “All calm, collected, and ready to take on the world.”

“It helps that I know what’s coming at me now, and I don’t have to please anyone I don’t want to,” Roman pointed out.

Damien smiled softly, kissing Roman’s cheek. “I think your confidence is incredibly sexy.”

Roman smirked. “Oh, good to know. Maybe in meetings when you’re King, I can use that to my advantadge.”

Damien blushed while Roman’s smirk grew and Remus cackled. “Never give Roman leverage, Damien. He will use it to the fullest potential, when you least expect it,” Remus said.

“I’m starting to realize that,” Damien said, reaching for some grapes on his plate and popping them in his mouth.

“So. Wedding rehearsal?” Roman asked. “Do you want to practice our vows during the rehearsal? Or should they be a surprise?”

“I don’t think Louis will allow us to say our vows at the rehearsal,” Damien laughed lightly. “I know he wants me to save mine for the actual wedding, and he wants to get back to his family tonight early, because he has to come up here early tomorrow morning to ensure everything’s ready for the wedding.”

“Hm, good point. I didn’t realize that he might have family, though,” Roman said.

Damien shrugged. “Most people don’t realize he does, he’s incredibly secretive about his private life. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a fine justice of the peace, and a wonderful man, but he doesn’t talk about his family much at all when he has business to take care of. And people get married all the time, so he always has business.”

“Is he a chaplain as well?” Roman asked.

Damien nodded. “My family is not particularly religious, but he is the royal chaplain in addition to the justice of the peace for our wedding. But his branch of the church allows for clergy to marry. He has…three children, if I’m correct.”

“Huh,” Roman said. “Maybe around Christmas we can send his kids some gifts. He seems wonderful.”

“He always knows what to say when it comes to religion, or when in highly emotional settings,” Damien mused. “I know my father has sent him many a gift for his children in thanks during high-stress situations.”

“We should continue that tradition,” Roman said. “I know that he had to do a lot for this wedding on a short notice.”

Damien nodded. “We’ll see how old his kids are when we get back and send them something,” he decided. “That would be lovely.”

The three of them ate quickly, and before Roman could get too sleepy from the turkey, Remus whisked the two “loverboys” out of the library. “I’ll be here for the rehearsal,” Remus said. “And I promise not to catcall too much.”

“How considerate,” Roman said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Remus laughed and stuck his tongue out at Roman as the three of them walked to the chapel. Louis was there waiting for them. “Ah, wonderful, you remembered the rehearsal!” he exclaimed. “I was worried I’d have to send your mother after you, Damien!”

“No need for that,” Damien said with a deep blush.

Roman saw the King and Queen sitting in the first row, and they turned to look at the three of them when they walked in. “Ah, Roman. I heard you were sleeping most of the afternoon. Feeling better?” the Queen asked.

“Yeah,” Roman said, though truth be told, he felt like his nerves were completely shot. Being in the chapel made this whole thing seem that much more real, and he had no idea how he was going to handle a revelation such as this.

Damien put a hand on Roman’s shoulder and Roman took a breath. This wasn’t a big deal. He wasn’t marrying a random stranger. He was marrying Damien. And he did love Damien. Nobody else who would be here mattered that much. They were going to get married, take pictures, have a reception, have a honeymoon. And the only person who truly mattered in that scenario was Damien. He was calm about this, so Roman could be too. They were going to be happy. Roman was sure of it.

“Should we get dressed up the part?” Damien asked Louis. “Or is this going to be short?”

“Oh, it’ll be short, I promise,” Louis said. “I just want to go over the points of my speech with the both of you and have you green-light it. The vows will be staying a surprise so as long as you approve the speech that’s the last thing we have to do tonight, and first thing tomorrow morning you’ll be husbands.

Husbands. The thought made Roman’s chest warm. He grinned, and Damien smiled softly at him. “I love when you smile like that,” he said softly into Roman’s ear.

“I always smile like that when I remember that we’re getting married,” Roman laughed. “Does that make you narcissistic, seeing as how it’s about me being in love with you?”

“It’s not the circumstances that make me love it, it’s the smile itself. It’s radiant, and carefree, and just…there’s so much innate joy in it that I never get to see from you. I love seeing you emote like that, there’s nothing else like it,” Damien said.

Remus cleared his throat. “Sweet as you two talking is, I’m sure our local chaplain would love to be with his family, and Roman, you’re gonna be dead on your feet again in forty-five minutes, tops, so how about we start talking about the wedding before the honeymoon?”

Roman stuck his tongue out at Remus and Remus did it back, before everyone was herded somewhere they could sit down and Louis started talking. “Are you two okay with the tongue-in-cheek jokes about arranged marriages?” Louis asked. “Because I am totally up to poking fun at that if the two of you are.”

“I would be surprised if no one said anything,” Roman said honestly. “I don’t mind the occasional joke or two. Damien?”

“Fine by me,” Damien said.

“Okay. You have the rings in a safe place, your father said as much, Damien. One less thing to worry about. There are no flower girls or ring bearers for this wedding, also less to worry about. What do you want the main points of my speech to be about?”

“Love in unlikely places,” Damien said thoughtfully.

“Coming out of adversity stronger together,” Roman added.

“Maybe something about how we’ll never be without the other to back us up?” Damien asked.

“I like that,” Roman agreed.

Louis was nodding, scribbling notes. “Okay, okay. There has to be a certain amount of formality at a royal wedding, but I take it some tongue-in-cheek and light humor will be appreciated, knowing you two?”

“Yeah,” Roman said as Damien nodded.

“Got it, got it,” Louis said. “I made several drafts of different speeches, this will just help me narrow down what I want to use tomorrow. Don’t worry, I’m not going improv.”

“Appreciate that,” Damien said with a small smile.

Roman snorted. “I wouldn’t mind improv, most places, but I don’t think a wedding is one of those.”

“Definitely not,” Louis agreed. “Just don’t tell my bosses how many of my services are done impromptu and flying by the seat of my pants and we’ll be good. How many times I’ve fudged sermons is between me and God.”

Roman laughed and Damien cracked a smile. Louis grinned at both of them. “The two of you are going to do great,” he said. “Do you need your vows written down?”

“I think I’ve got mine ready to go in the old noggin,” Roman said.

“I know mine are etched into my memory,” Damien added.

“Perfect! Then there’s just a few final questions. Any scripture you want cited?”

“I can’t anticipate any,” Roman said.

“Anything you absolutely must get off your chest before the wedding tomorrow?” Louis asked.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to discuss or drag out,” Damien said.

“Agreed.”

Louis nodded. “Then the two of you are free to go! I look forward to getting to marry the both of you tomorrow!”

Roman beamed and Damien smiled softly. Damien kissed Roman lightly on the lips before he said, “I’m going to my room for the night, my love, but I promise I will see you in the morning. And I, for one, can’t wait to see the work Remy’s done to your suit.”

“It will be nothing short of spectacular, I’m sure,” Roman said. “See you tomorrow morning, love.”

Damien nodded and left the chapel. “Knowing him, he’s probably gone off to have a panic attack in private,” the Queen sighed. “I know he want’s everything to be perfect for the two of you, and the realization of this happening tomorrow will have him feeling woefully unprepared. I should go check on him. Will you be all right seeing yourself to bed, Roman?”

Roman nodded. “Yeah. I’m still tired after my nap this afternoon. I’ll probably fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.”

Remus raised his hand and said, “Where will I be sleeping tonight?”

“Oh, I can show you where, young man,” the King offered.

Everyone got up and started walking away. “Roman,” Louis said before he could beat a retreat to his room.

“Yeah?” Roman asked, heart thudding in his chest.

“I think you and Damien will make this work,” Louis said with the utmost conviction. “You may have not been looking forward to this at first, but I truly think the two of you have the skills you need to make this last. Just be honest with each other, and don’t be afraid to let each other know when enough is enough, and you should be golden, all right?”

Roman smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Louis.”

“Of course. You two love each other. At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters,” Louis said. “If you love each other, you’ll put in the work. And I can’t wait to see what you two make together.”

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My bad I saw the latest ask from “:\” guy and assumed it was related

Anyway when it does come out, mommy’s getting an icon change

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Royal Growing Pains - Chapter Thirty Four

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, misgendering, sympathetic Deceit

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Dance practice moved smoothly from there, and soon Roman, Damien, and Remus found they had the afternoon free, with nothing pressing to do before the wedding rehearsal. “I need to finish my paper,” Damien said, voice filled with regret. “If I leave you two alone for an hour or two, do you promise not to burn the castle to the ground?”

“Yes,” Roman said at exactly the same time Remus said, “No.”

“Promising,” Damien said, sighing. “Regardless, I need to finish my paper. Try to not piss off Virgil too much.” And he was gone.

Remus turned to Roman and promptly kicked him in the shins. “Hey!” Roman exclaimed.

“For that wisecrack earlier, you should be getting worse,” Remus replied.

“Asshole.”

“Bastard.”

“Shithead.”

“Motherfucker.”

“Damien’s not a girl,” Roman replied.

Remus snorted. “You got me there,” he allowed.

“Want to see where Damien tried to confess that he loved me before Mother showed up and ruined the whole confession?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Remus said, eyes lighting up.

Roman led Remus through the halls excitedly, the two of them practically running through the castle before exiting a side door and heading out to the wildflowers. “This is where he almost confessed,” Roman said proudly. “We made each other flower crowns and he almost said he liked me, before The Bitch came up to us and started yelling.”

“I assume that led nowhere fast,” Remus said drily.

“Actually, I told her off, and walked with Damien back to the castle. At which point he took me to a basement and we shouted at each other and I confessed in the heat of the moment,” Roman said. “So it didn’t lead to nothing. It just led...to a couple extra bumps before the confession.”

“Do you mind if I steal that for a fanfic?” Remus asked gleefully. “That’s...like, so cute, and it would be perfect for my story.”

“Knock yourself out, Re,” Roman said, taking a deep breath of the ocean air. “Lord knows you’d do it with or without my blessing.”

Remus laughed unapologetically. “So. Anything else I must see?”

“I don’t think so. The paint came out of the clothes Damien and I were wearing the first day with a little magic from Remy, so I can’t show you how much damage I did to Damien’s suit...”

“Oh my god, a paint fight?!” Remus asked incredulously. “You two are collectively five years old!”

“Shush,” Roman said. “I can’t help that I’m a himbo around people I love romantically.”

“You. Two. Are. Five,” Remus repeated.

“We established this days ago, Remus, keep up,” Roman said, snapping.

Remus squinted at Roman and Roman didn’t stick around to see what Remus might say. He had been on the wrong side of that squint enough times to know it was a toss-up between Remus actually speaking and Remus trying to tickle Roman to death. So he bolted around the side of the castle, to the front doors, and flung them open before closing them with a resounding BANG just before Remus could follow. “Shit shit shit,” Roman breathed.

“What?! What’s going on?!” Virgil asked, running over.

“I pissed off my brother,” Roman laughed. “Not in a major way, so it’s ensured that my death will be slow and painful.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake, step back from the door!” Virgil groaned.

Roman did as told and the second Remus burst through Virgil had flipped Remus and pinned him to the ground. “Impressive,” Roman said.

“I was thinking ‘kinky,’ but to each their own,” Remus said into the floor.

“Children, you cannot run through the castle making noise and causing chaos. One of you is going to be King in a matter of days, the other is getting married to the Crown Prince of this kingdom. You have to act mature,” Virgil lectured. “You don’t have to actually be mature, but you sure as hell have to act like it.”

Remus made a fart noise with his mouth and Roman snickered nervously.

Virgil, in response, twisted Remus’ arm at a painful-but-not-damaging angle. “Ow! Okay, okay! I get it! Mature! I get it!” Remus said.

Virgil got off of Remus and Roman sighed. “Virgil, you do realize you could be charged with assaulting the Crown Prince of my kingdom, yes?”

Remus’ eyes lit up. “You’re Virgil? You’re the one who’s interested in Logan who I am also interested in?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows.

Virgil blinked. “Yep. And so far, I am unimpressed with your behavior, and seriously questioning whether or not I should encourage you to interact with Logan.”

Roman whistled. “Hoo boy, this is not going to end well.”

Remus squinted again, this time at Virgil, and said, “I could mince your head into tiny pieces and bake your brain into a pie which I could then feed to Logan to show that I can make anything taste good, and eliminate competition for his affections.”

“Who said I’m competition?” Virgil asked. “Polyamory exists.”

“Yes, but if you don’t allow me to talk to Logan alone because you’re ‘unimpressed with my behavior,’” Remus used air quotes at the end, “Then you definitely become competition, which I will happily destroy.”

“You’d have to answer to Logan, and Patton, and potentially Damien, because he likes my services even if he doesn’t love me,” Virgil replied, crossing his arms.

“And me, because we don’t allow cannibalism in this household, Re, we agreed,” Roman said.

“You’d have to answer for everyone for destroying me. So you won’t,” Virgil said sweetly.

Remus just rolled his eyes and disarmed Virgil in half a second. “Don’t think I won’t fight you, because I will,” Remus growled.

“Boys, the homoeroticism is going to kill everyone in this castle at the rate you’re going. Either swordfight shirtless outside and invite your boyfriends to watch, or get over yourselves and actually communicate your problems properly.” Roman physically separated the two to emphasize his point.

“Swordfight shirtless, huh?” Remus asked, promptly ripping his shirt off. “I’m so in.”

“Put your shirt back on, I’m not swordfighting you!” Virgil snapped.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” Remus scoffed, but he didn’t replace his shirt.

“Shirt. On,” Virgil growled, unsheathing his sword and tilting Remus’ chin up.

Remus smirked. “Roman said outside, casanova.”

Virgil’s eyes widened comically, seemingly realizing that he had been pulled in to do exactly what Remus wanted, before he turned red and threw his sword to the side. “He said swordfight outside. He never said anything about grappling.”

“Wh—aah!” Remus exclaimed as Virgil tackled him to the floor.

Roman yipped and took a step back, pulling out his phone and hitting record on the camera. He watched as the two rolled around on the floor, Remus making innuendos so often that Virgil nearly punched him in the mouth as he took his hand and clamped it over Remus’ mouth. “Shut the fuck up and fight me!” Virgil roared.

That gained attention from several guards, as well as Logan, who all rushed into the room and physically separated the two. Logan turned to Roman, unamused. “Really? You just stood back and recorded the whole thing?”

“You did that when my mother hit me!” Roman shot back.

“There were other people to keep things under control then,” Logan ground out. “And no one was at risk of dislocating anything.”

“I would rather not be covered in bruises on the night before my wedding,” Roman said calmly.

“What about the night of?” Remus helpfully asked.

“Nah. I’m a sadist at heart,” Roman replied. “I like some pain but I’d much rather be giving it out.”

“Dear God,” Damien said from the top of the stairs. “Do I want to know what I walked in on?”

“Virgil and Remus decided to wrestle,” Roman said with a smirk.

“Please tell me that’s a euphemism,” Damien said, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “Because if it’s not, I may have to bring out a spray bottle and deal with two bitches in heat.”

Roman squawked a laugh as Virgil turned red and snarled at Damien. Remus just arched a single unimpressed eyebrow. “Not the worst thing I’ve been called,” Remus tossed out flippantly. “Do better.”

“Okay,” Damien said. “I’ll have to deal with a man who’s got serious self-esteem issues, who needs to be reminded that he cannot control everything in his life as much as he might like to, and who thinks that he’ll never live up to the standards his brother has started to set from the second he became true to himself.”

Remus stared in shock at Damien, eyes slowly growing glassy. “Damien, take that back,” Roman said in a deadly soft voice.

“No! No, don’t do that,” Remus exclaimed. “I’m...I’m not upset, I’m proud.”

“And about to cry,” Roman growled.

“Yes, it did hit close to home, but I’m genuinely impressed,” Remus assured Roman. “I needed a good cry after the past couple days.”

“Getting someone to insult you to tears isn’t healthy, Remus, we’ve been over this,” Roman said, shoulders sagging as he sighed. “Now I’m torn between punching Damien and smacking you upside the head.”

Virgil wrenched himself free of the guard holding him and he snarled, “Damien, the only reason I’m not whooping your ass is because you have to be presentable at the wedding tomorrow. First thing when you get back from your honeymoon, you’re helping me with security paperwork for that quip.”

Damien rolled his eyes and groaned. “Ugh, fine. Still worth it, in my most humble opinion.”

“You? Humble?” Remus laughed. “That’s richer than Jeff Bozos coming from you.”

“I can be humble!” Damien replied, a touch offended.

“Mm, you can be subservient,” Roman corrected. “There’s a difference.”

“Wait,” Remus said, turning to Roman with glee. “He’s...?”

“Do you really want to know intimate details about my future husband’s bedroom life, Re?” Roman warned. “Because I don’t know everything, and I know you hate speculation when it turns out to be better than the real deal.”

“But I don’t have to ever know the real deal if you don’t want to share,” Remus pointed out.

“And if I do want to get graphic with you, in case I need advice?” Roman asked.

“Oh, I brought your box from under the bed, if your future husband is into getting it you both will be fine,” Remus dismissed with a wave.

Roman blushed only half a shade lighter than Damien, but he croaked out, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!” Remus chirped, before turning to the guard still holding him back from Virgil. “You gonna let me go now, or what?”

Clearly reluctant, the guard let go of Remus. Remus promptly turned to Logan. “Roman gave me and Virgil an excellent idea about sword fighting shirtless outside. Would you be interested in that?”

Logan shrugged. “Seeing your physical attributes may be beneficial should we decide to get intimate in the future, I suppose.”

“So romantic,” Roman said sarcastically.

But Remus seemed enamoured. “You’re so unflappable, it’s fascinating!” he exclaimed. “I’d love to pick your brain.”

“By all means,” Logan agreed. “After the wedding, you can ask me as many questions as you like. Damien, are you finished with your paper?”

“Finished enough I could leave it alone long enough to check out the commotion,” Damien said.

“So, yes. You’re into the obsessively tweaking phase,” Logan said, adjusting his glasses. “Please email the document to me, and then ensure your fiancé and his brother will not disturb the King for the duration of the afternoon.”

“That was fast,” Roman said to Damien. “I thought your paper would take longer.”

“I only had the conclusion to finish,” Damien said by way of explanation. “Come with me to the library?”

“Sure,” Roman agreed. “Remus?”

“Mm...I don’t know...” Remus said.

“They have bean bag chairs,” Roman said.

“Sold!” Remus exclaimed.

As the three of them made their way to the library, Remus asked, “So. How is the royal kindergarten feeling about their nuptials tomorrow?”

“Nervous,” Damien said.

“Nervous?” Roman questioned.

“Not because of who I’m to marry,” Damien rushed to assure Roman. “Moreso that we’re going to have so much press, and so many people to handle, and...”

“And?” Remus prodded, physically prodding Damien in the side.

“And I want it to be perfect, is that a crime?” Damien snapped. “I want Roman to have the perfect wedding considering that he was roped into it against his will and—”

“—Hey!” Roman exclaimed. “Don’t make that assumption! The second my mother left I could have called off the wedding or postponed, but I didn’t! I want this just as much as you. So long as I’m marrying you, that’s all that matters.”

Damien smiled softly and kissed Roman’s cheek. “Thank you, my love. Your reassurance is always appreciated.”

Roman smiled up at Damien and Remus sang, “Gay~”

“Uh, duh,” Roman said, turning to Remus. “Do try and keep up, Re, this is the second time today.”

“Just kiss already,” Remus scoffed.

“No, not yet,” Roman said. “Not with you around to catcall us.”

“That implies if we went somewhere alone...” Damien said.

“Well, of course,” Roman said. “But seeing as how you were charged with looking after both me and Remus, that might be difficult.”

Damien pulled a face as the three of them walked into the library. “How much would Logan kill me if I left Remus to his own devices?”

“Depends,” Roman said.

“On?”

“On whether or not I burn the castle all the way to the ground,” Remus supplied.

“Ah,” Damien said, tutting. “Yes, that would be a problem. I suppose we must wait, then.”

“Just for a little while,” Roman said with a lopsided smile. “And that makes it all the sweeter. Like a Disney movie, almost.”

“Or a stupidly drawn-out story when if people just talked to each other from the start, they could have kissed days ago,” Remus said, rolling his eyes.

“Remus is not big on Disney magic,” Roman said with a laugh.

“I just don’t think love at first sight is as great as people claim,” Remus said with a shrug. “It’s the demiromantic in me.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going to make out with you at the altar,” Damien vowed. “That’s a promise, Roman.”

Roman grinned. “Hey, if I have to wait, that’s fine. Like I said, Disney magic.”

Damien smiled softly at Roman and Remus gagged. “I swear, you two are disgustingly in love. Like, so saccharine I might get diabetes.”

Damien glanced at Remus, before pointing in the direction of the bean bags. “Bean bags are that way. If you want to head over there now, we’ll be there in ten seconds.”

Roman frowned as Remus’ eyes lit up and he nodded. “You got it, casanova.”

“Fuck off,” Damien said, no heat behind the words, his eyes never leaving Roman’s.

“Damien, what are you—?” Roman was cut off as Damien placed a finger on Roman’s lips. His fingers traced down Roman’s jawline to his chin, tilting his face up, and gently, ever-so-gently, Damien leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on Roman’s lips.

“A promise of what’s to come,” Damien murmured to Roman when he pulled away and Roman’s eyelids fluttered open. “For now, we have to mind your brother, but tomorrow? Tomorrow is all ours.”

“I can live with that,” Roman breathed with a huge grin.

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