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lizardthelizard · 2 years

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TUMBLR SAID THERE WAS AN ISSUE SO IF THIS IS A REPEATED ASK I'M SORRY BUT JUST IN CASE 😜👻☀📚

(Do not worry, the ask sent across just fine <3 thank you so much)

Fanfic ask game

😜 Describe a current WIP without using character names. (Points if your followers guess who the fic is for.)

Obvious fic will be obvious to anyone reading along but for a general summary that will make zero sense to everyone else:

After finally getting away from one horrible little island, the group crash land at a second, equally horrible little island. Someone gets impaled. Several arguments break out between various characters. There’s a Twist. Willy Wonka is here, probably. I love pairings involving divorcees that have never been married, apparently. There are so many homeless, orphaned children. Everyone is still stuck on a boat. No one is getting laid, but they fucking wish they were.

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

you know damn well which fic AU I might bring up here

...... Christmas hallmark movie divorce AU...(my beloved)

For anyone that happens to be reading this that doesn’t know about the existence of this AU and would like to know more, here’s the basic premise:

Pinocchio & Lampwick (aka...........August & Romeo.) have been married and recently divorced, for reasons (relating partly to Geppetto’s/Marco’s death & also the Blue Fairy sticking her oar in, (amongst other things)). Lampwick’s sister dies and Lampwick is the one that ends up adopting her toddler, Renata. But...it’s not easy, and Pinocchio (who Renata is already familiar with and is very fond of) offers to babysit her once (1 time) and then that turns into 2 times and 3 times and eventually it becomes a regular thing.

Lampwick works as a bartender, alongside Lizard. Pinocchio is a freelance writer. Robin is also here with Roland and is SO tired of hearing Lampwick bitch (affectionately) about Pinocchio. Captain Nemo is a counselor. Also, it’s Christmas Time, I guess. 🎄

However, if I were to ever write a fic that had nothing to do with any of this (an AU that may or may not receive a single paragraph’s worth of actual writing) I’d definitely go for a halloween fic. Right now, I’m literally only physically capable of writing OUAT fanfic and Once is just the perfect show for a goofy little halloween fic.

☀️ Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

oh but!!!!!!!!!!!! there are so many!! This will sound super corny, I’m sure but.....literally every comment I’ve gotten has made my day. My fic is too niche to garner any large following but the readers that I do have are just... !!!!!! 💕 I’m so incredibly grateful. (jojo & bee, since you might both see this, thank you both so much 😭🥺💕💕💕)

The honest answer is @naivesilver your double comment on ‘mess is mine’ is still something I go back and re-read sometimes and it makes me go !!!!! 💗💗💗 every single time. I treasure it a lot.

📚 What grammar mistakes do you always make?

urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr all sorts, probably. I know that sometimes I miss out words and then my brain fills in the blank space and so THAT can be a mess sometimes. It doesn’t matter how many times I proof read my fic, there WILL be mistakes. But..............oh well.

Also, less in my final writing and more in my first drafts/general writing without auto-correct, I tend to misspell words with double letters in (case and point, I literally JUST NOW wrote ‘misspell’ as ‘mispell’.) My brain just goes “No, that’s too many letters” and then nothing looks right, even if it IS spelled correctly, and I have no idea what’s going on, help.

#I'd do a chapter summary for that first question but like..................it'd be really boring #idk they're flying around on a boat. that's all you're getting #also #for real though serena. I just....... your comments are always so sweet & really fucking funny too. I love reading them.#but like................you always GET it. you know EXACTLY what I was trying to say in any particular chapter.#and I'm just glad we can share a braincell when it comes to our fic #<3<3 <3 #also. hate that I saw that book emoji and my brain just went 'ah yes. eugene.'#asks #naivesilver #lads. is it normal to spell 'writing' like 'wrighting' at the age of 14. because I did do that. and for some fucking reason #it was my friend that had to correct me? not a teacher??#LADS is it normal to spell 'tomorrow' like 'tommorrow' at the age of 23. because that was also something that happened.#genuinely think I might have mild undiagnosed dyslexia #but like.........OH WELL #my art teacher in college one asked if I was dyslexic and I was like '???? lol not that I know??' but maybe she was onto something ASIJDBASH

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wonkasmissstarshine · 3 years

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The Chocolate Prince and The Lovely Maiden {Willy Wonka x Rose Bucket AU}

Chapter 4

Priscilla and a Man Named Ichabod

Tagging: @holdmeicant @frozenhuntress67 @pastelmoonwitche @arinnasweetslove

It was another lively day in Sweetstown. All the businesses were open and busy with customers. People were out doing their daily errands. But Priscilla Preston wanted more to this life. As much as she loved her father, she didn’t want to work with him in this bakery forever.

She dreamed of joining the Prince’s guard but she knew that it was impossible. Women weren’t allowed to do such a thing. But, she supposed the hunting would have to do for now.

“Priscilla!” Theodore Preston called out to his daughter. “Those buns are ready! Could you take them out of the oven, please?”

“Yes, father!” Priscilla called back. She moved from her spot in the window and walked over to the oven.

Theodore had obtained the bakery from an old friend of his. Patricia Mason was known for making the best pastries. Theodore worked under her as an apprentice. But when the kind old woman had passed away, Theodore took control of the bakery. Theo didn’t change much. He kept everything the way it was, as to respect Patricia’s memory.

Even though Priscilla wasn’t as fond of working in the bakery, she never would get tired of the smell of fresh bread. A bell had rung, indicating that a customer walked in through the front door.

“Could you help them, Priscilla?” Theodore requested. He was a bit busy with mixing some ingredients. “My hands are full”

Priscilla made her way to the front of the bakery. “Hello, how can I help you?” The man turned around and looked at Priscilla. Usually, in a town like Sweetstown, everyone knows everyone. But Priscilla has never seen this man before.

“Oh...I...uh...” the man hesitated.

“Are you okay, sir?” Priscilla asked.

“Yeah” the man nodded. He twisted his head around, looking around the bakery as he approached the counter. “The smell attracted me. Is this your bakery?”

“No, my dad’s” Priscilla explained. “He wants me to take it over someday”

The man gave her a sympathetic smile. “I know how that feels. I’m guessing you wish for something else in your life”

“Yep. I want to join the Prince’s guard one day, but women aren’t allowed to” She sighed in disappointment. “So it’s not just my father holding me back from that one, it’s society as well”

“I don’t think that’s such a bad ambition” the man admitted. Priscilla seemed taken back by his words, but she appreciated them nonetheless. “I see a bow hiding back there” The man pointed in a direction behind Priscilla. “Can I assume that’s yours?”

“Yep. Don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m the best hunter in all of Sweetstown” A boisterous laughed filled the bakery. Priscilla scowled. There was only one man who laughed like that. “Harry, what do you want?”

He ignored her question completely. “I was walking by, when I heard you say that you are the best hunter in Sweetstown”

“I am”

“Oh please, women can’t hunt or fight. They’re place is in the kitchen and the bedroom, cooking for and pleasing their husbands”

Priscilla came around the counter. Her fists were clenched, ready to throw a punch at the misogynistic man. “I’ll show you how good of a fighter I am!”

The man, who had still yet to give his name, put his hand on Priscilla’s shoulder. “Miss, as amusing as that would be to see, perhaps this isn’t the place”

“I’d listen to him if I were you, Priscilla” Harry sneered.

Priscilla unclenched her fists. “This isn’t over, Harry”

“We’ll see about that” He turned and headed for the door. Just before he left, he stopped to say one more thing to Priscilla. “Such a shame really. You’d be pretty, if it weren’t for your attitude. I pity the man who gets stuck with you as a wife”

Much to Priscilla’s relief, Harry finally left. “I can’t stand him. I want to stab him in the throat with one of my arrows”

The unnamed man snorted. “He deserves it for the way he was talking to you”

Priscilla smiled. “Thank you. I don’t believe I caught your name”

“My name?” The man panicked. He seemed like he forgot his own name and had to think of one. “My name is... Ichabod. Ichabod Crane”

“Ichabod” Priscilla repeated. She had never heard a name like it, but she thought it suited him. “I’m Priscilla Preston” She held out her hand for Ichabod to shake. Ichabod just stared at her hand. “If you don’t want to...” Priscilla slowly started pulling her hand away.

“No, no” Slowly and awkwardly, Ichabod took Priscilla’s hand and shook it. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Priscilla”

“I think my friend would like you” Priscilla said. Ichabod seemed like someone who would be a good friend for Rose. Possibly something more. And if Rose did fall in love with someone, that would give her the push she needed to leave the cottage with Charlie, and finally get away from Avonmora.

“Is your friend here?” Ichabod asked.

“No. She doesn’t live around here, but I visit her everyday. Or at least, I try to” Priscilla explained. “Maybe next time you come around, I could take you to go see her”

“Sure”

“Prince! Where are you?” Ichabod went wide eyed when he heard the voice calling out. “We should be heading back!”

Priscilla grabbed a wet and soapy rag as she began washing the counters. “I wonder what the Prince looks like? He never leaves the castle, you know”

Ichabod laughed. “Is that so?”

“Prince” Another young man burst in through the door. “There yo--- Priscilla!” The man straightened when he saw the girl.

“Daniel!” Priscilla quickly threw the dirty rag behind her. She smiled and propped her elbows onto the counter. She placed her chin in her hands. She fluttered her eyelashes at Daniel. “What a pleasant surprise”

Daniel smiled and approached the counter. “Yes, it is” He fiddled his hands together. “You look lovely today”

“Thank you” Priscilla remembered about Ichabod. “Oh, Daniel. This is my new friend, Ichabod”

Daniel looked over at Ichabod and blinked. “Ichabod?”

“Yes, that is my name” Ichabod said, staring at Daniel without blinking.

“Right” Daniel cleared his throat. “Perhaps, Ichabod, we should leave Priscilla to continue working. The lunch rush is about to begin”

“I suppose so” Ichabod nodded. He looked to Priscilla and gave her a smile. “Hopefully we’ll see each other again soon, and then maybe you can take me to see your friend”

Ichabod left with Daniel. Priscilla was left with questions about Ichabod. He was a strange man, with a strange name to match. Was he new to Sweetstown? She’d never seen him around before. And why had he been acting so stiffly when Daniel started calling out for the prince?

Why was the prince even in town today? And how come nobody knew? Surely, if the prince was making a visit, there would have been an announcement. Then again, there are people who don’t even believe the prince exists.

Daniel pulled Ichabod---or rather, Prince Willy---into an empty alleyway. “Prince! What do you think you’re doing!? You know how your father feels about you leaving the castle! If word had gone around about you--”

“Why are you worried?” Willy asked. “No one knows what I even look like. And if I ever want to leave the castle, then I should be allowed to” He argued his case. “Why am I not allowed to leave again?”

“Ever since the massacre of the kingdom of Blossom, he doesn’t feel it is safe for you to be leaving. Whoever is responsible for that, could still be out there. Considering you were once betrothed to Princess Briar--”

“Yeah, I remember” Willy still found it weird how he was once engaged to a baby. But, if Princess Briar was still alive, she’d be in her twenties and married to Willy. “What’s your point, Daniel?”

“My point is that leaves a target on your back!” Daniel said. “So we really should be heading back. Also, your father has informed that plans have changed”

“Plans?” Willy narrowed his eyes at Daniel. “What plans?”

“Princess Scarlett is to arrive tonight”

“Tonight!?” Willy yelled. Daniel flinched at the volume of his voice. “She’s not supposed to be here for another three weeks!”

“Please, don’t punish me. I’m just the messenger”

Willy sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “I know. I’m sorry”

“I know you’re not happy about this, Willy” Daniel sympathized. “And if I could do something, I would”

“Let’s just head back” The two of them left the alleyway, nearly crashing into a woman and a young boy who were walking by. “My apologies. We should really watch where we’re going”

“Oh, it’s alright” the woman said. She looked at the one who apologized and smiled. “Well, aren’t you the handsome one?”

Willy just smiled awkwardly. “Oh, thank you”

“What’s your name, dear?” the woman asked.

“Ichabod” Willy gave his fake name.

“Ichabod” The name dripped from the woman’s crimson colored lips. Willy couldn’t tell what it was, but there was something real intimidating about this woman. “Until we meet again” the woman looked down at the boy. “Come, Charlie” She tugged on the collar of the boy’s shirt, which made him wince.

The woman and the boy walked off. Willy couldn’t help but notice the boy. Notice how uncomfortable he felt in the presence of the woman. The way she pulled rather harshly on his shirt.

“She seems quite scary” Daniel made sure the woman was away from earshot before he made his comment.

“Did you see how she treated that boy?” Willy mentioned.

“It doesn’t matter, Prince” Daniel brushed off the entire encounter. “We’re likely to never see them again. Let’s just get to the castle”

It was easy for Daniel to brush off the woman, but not for Willy. There was something about her. Something ominous. But he wouldn’t meet her again. Not for awhile yet, anyways.

#willy wonka x oc #willy wonka #rose bucket #my oc #rose and willy #tcpatlm

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much-the-millers-kid · 4 years

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@collabwithmyself has a Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory/Ace Attorney AU (which I love and you should totally check out), and it made me start thinking of the cast in other Roald Dahl books, and my first thought was Matilda. Here is what my mind came up with:

Someone (probably not a very trustworthy someone) recommended a school for Trucy to attend to Phoenix. On her first day, he told Apollo, and he immediately shouted, “NO, No, no, no, we need to get her now,” because that’s where he was sent to school after he left Khu’rain and he knew the horrors that existed within those walls.

Phoenix wasn’t t too concerned (surely if it were that bad parents would have gotten involved) but when Trucy got to the office after school, it was clear someone tried to snuff out the light in Trucy’s eyes. She put on a brave face, but Apollo shared his memories of the school, and the truth is revealed. One of Trucy’s smaller magic tricks she took with her to make friends was confiscated, even though she had only brought them out during a break, so it wasn’t a distraction. On top of that, Trucy was more careful with her gloves, taking a while to be persuaded into taking them off. On her hands were bruises and scrapes, and she confessed to her hands being hit with a ruler when she made a mistake. “I’m one of the lucky ones today,” said Trucy before she recounted the punishments she had seen befall her classmates.

Immediately, Phoenix wanted to transfer Trucy out. However, Trucy was determined that no other child should be hurt by the headmistress, Miss Trunchbull again. So, they got Edgeworth involved, and they agreed that if Trucy could get some solid evidence, there was definitely a case.

So, Trucy went in the next day with the button cam used to see the letter in Kristoph’s cell, but it was quickly confiscated for being unnecessary. Plan B: Phoenix went to get the button back and with the hope of finding something, which he did. He saw the chokey and Trunchbull’s dartboard with students’ faces on it, but unfortunately he was booted from the office before he could turn on the recovered button cam. They brought detective Skye in to help get a less easily confiscated hidden camera, but Trunchbull had become suspicious (why would a parent get involved over a button?) and behaved when Trucy was around.

The next plan was a long-shot but they were desperate, so Trucy “forgot” her lunch and Apollo brought it, hoping that Trunchbull would catch up with a member of the alumni. Unsurprisingly, she didn’t , but she did allow Apollo to take the lunch to Trucy’s classroom. Upon arriving, Apollo found out that many teachers wanted to take Trunchbull down as well, but they were being blackmailed into not taking it to the authorities. So, if safety could be assured, they had witnesses, but they still needed solid evidence.

As a final chance, Edgeworth and Kay went undercover as a father wanting to tour the school before enrolling his daughter. Ema hooked them each up with a camera pin, and Kay was told to snag anything she thinks she can that would be incriminating.

At this point, word had gotten out among the students about what was happening, and others started getting involved. Students were slipping Trucy pictures of injuries with how they were made written on the back. Shenanigans were at an all time high in an attempt to have a “potential parent” see Trunchbull’s discipline in action. Even teachers left records and copies of blackmail letters where Kay could snatch them undetected. However, this was clearly not Miss Trunchbull’s first time giving a tour to a parent, as she masterfully left Edgeworth with teachers who shared her ideals about children whenever punishments needed to be doled out. They needed a breaking point, and fast.

It all came to a crux when a shelf of books fell untouched in the library. Trunchbull told Edgeworth and Kay to talk to one of the nearby teachers and went to scold one of the youngest students. While distracted, a little girl named Lavender gave a folder to Trucy, saying it was from her friend, Matilda. Trucy glanced inside, and rather than evidence of cruel school disciplinary measures, she saw evidence for Trunchbull unlawfully possessing the deed to an estate, and possibly having murdered the previous owner. Quickly, Trucy put all the evidence in her backpack and slid it across the room to Kay.

With all the evidence off of her, Trucy interrupted Trunchbull’s tirade, taking the blame for the bookshelf, saying it was one of her magic tricks. The girl who was being scolded (Matilda, Trucy assumed) stared, knowing Trucy was lying, but Trucy tried to give her best “I have a plan” smile. Before she knew it, Trucy was being hauled to Trunchbull’s office to be put in the chokey.

As the tour came to an end, word had gotten to Edgeworth and Kay about Trucy’s location. Having planned for something happening, Edgeworth produced a note from Phoenix stating he was to pick Trucy up for an appointment. After calling to confirm with Phoenix, Trunchbull tried to encourage them to wait in the front hallway for Trucy to arrive. However, it was adamantly insisted by Edgeworth that they discuss the enrollment process in Trunchbull’s office while they wait. Sure enough, soon after they began talking, all three heard a distinct, “Uncle Miles?”

Almost instantly, Edgeworth was calling for Trucy and following her voice. When she was released, Edgeworth took a good look at the chokey, ensuring he got it on camera. He then grabbed the two girls’ hands, and with a polite farewell, began walking toward the exit. “Let me guess,” Trunchbull snarled. “I’ll be hearing from your attorney. Well guess what? People have found me out before, but there’s no evidence, and no evidence means that no attorney will pay you any mind. These children are just snot-nosed twits who need to learn to behave.”

Edgeworth couldn’t help but pause and scold with his finger. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don’t seem to understand how grave a mistake you made, for you see, I am a prosecuting attorney; the chief prosecutor, in fact. I suppose I could assign someone else to this case, but for as many students have been hurt by you, I may take this on myself.”

The color drained from Trunchbull’s face as they continued leaving. Quickly, she staggered out, “I’ll... I’ll get the best defense attorney money can buy!”

The trio didn’t even stop walking as Edgeworth called over his shoulder, “I doubt it, given that I found his daughter in a torture chamber.”

The official case began looking into the disciplinary measures. The records of the teachers were fact-checked against each other, and everything appeared to be accurate. The blackmail letters were also looked into, and some teachers found the courage to take the witness stand after being assured that the secrets used as blackmail could remain secrets. The information provided by that last little girl, Matilda, was the final piece needed to convict Miss Trunchbull and finally close a case that had been left open too long.

The school came under the control of Miss Trunchbull’s niece, Miss Honey, who brought life and hope to the once desolate halls. Matilda advanced a few grades, and ended up in the same class as Trucy. The two became friends near instantly, bringing magic with them wherever they went.

#i know this is totally random #but i got inspired and wanted to share #ace attorney #matilda #roald dahl #trucy wright #phoenix wright #apollo justice #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #my post #original post

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aliferous-ly · 5 years

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Id love to see C3 D6 if ur up for it mdude!!!!!! 💜💜💜

hey babe ily

C3 – florist/tattoo au. D6 – patton x virgil

flowers and ink

(side warning for needles talk about piercings/tattoos etc and a deceit mention)

“You’re offering applications?” Roman asked, waving the papers like they were Willy Wonka’s golden tickets. “You? Like some sort of grocery? Anyone could pick these up!”

“How else am I supposed to do it?” Virgil demanded, shoving a whole set of needles into the trash (honestly. Honestly. His old employee was such a messy person). “Talk to my friends? Hey, by the way, do you know anyone who’s really good with a needle? Asking for a friend.”

Roman groaned and smacked the papers against his forehead, leaning against the countertop dramatically. “You’re a disaster. At least put together a website.”

“I have a website,” Virgil protested. Hands on his hips, Virgil pointed at Roman with a piercing gaze. “You helped set it up.”

“You cannot call that a website,” Roman said, horror coating his tone. At Virgil’s wordless stare his mouth gaped open. “Virgil! We made that on weebly at three am!”

“I just haven’t gotten around to making a real one, is all,” Virgil said. He turned away pointedly. “It’s fine.”

“Man,” Roman groaned loudly in the only way Roman could. “I really hope this works out because I do not have high hopes.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said. “Now get out. You’re wasting air and space.” He pushed against Roman’s broad shoulders towards the waiting door.

“Rude!” Roman gasped, pushing back against Virgil’s plying fingers. “I’m your blood and bones! How dare you–”

The tinkle of the door bell sounded and the two of them froze when a small, soft voice piped, “Oh, I’m sorry! I saw you had walk-ins, I didn’t realize you already had someone!”

Virgil peered around Roman’s figure (jesus, why did he get the football genes, he didn’t even play sports) and felt his heart drop out of his chest.

The man standing at the door was wringing his hands, the gentle curve of his lips hinting at dimples. He was devastatingly gorgeous. Oh, fuck.

“Oh, I’m not a customer!” Roman said cheerfully, the bastard. He grabbed Virgil by the shoulders and placed him in front of him. “I’m just his brother. I man the counter when he’s busy, which I see he will be momentarily.” And then, as if Roman wasn’t being humiliating enough, he winked at Virgil.

Virgil barely restrained himself from clocking him right then and there, and instead settled for kicking him in the shins discretely while plastering on a smile. “Hello. I’m Virgil Foley, owner of this establishment. Are you–” he cut himself off before saying here for an appointment, or a walk-in? and instead took a breath. “I mean, are you here for a piercing or ink?”

“Um, ink, I think,” he said, blinking a few times before his smile widened. “Ha, that rhymed!”

Virgil’s heart stuttered and he smiled weakly (is this what sunshine is like? Virgil should go outside more). “Alright.”

After running through a few more scripted lines to learn vital information about his customer (learning his name was Patton, and that he wanted a bird on his collar, to match his best friend’s tattoo, and that he’s been planning to get a tattoo for a long while but just never got around to it).

“I should be getting floral tattoos, now that I think about it!” Patton said, laughing. After hearing his laugh for the first time, Virgil knew, without a shadow of a doubt, two major facts: one, he was a goner he was truly a goner, and two, he was going to put all of his effort into making him laugh again.

“Why?” Virgil said, prepping his needles.

“Well, I’m a joint owner of the florist shop just across the street,” Patton said.

Virgil looked up, startled. “You co-own Daylilies and Poppies?”

“Yup!” Patton beamed at him and Virgil felt something akin to standing in front of a particularly rare and gorgeous gemstone. Or that awed stare of seeing the ocean for the first time. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Sure,” he said, uncertain he would ever be able to say no to Patton.

“Logan – that’s my best friend – said we had to have flowers in the name, otherwise people would get confused,” Patton said. “But the name of the store has my name and my cousin’s name in the first letters!” He smiled, looking all too delighted by this fact.

Virgil smiled, small and quiet. “That’s cool.”

“His name is Dee,” Patton said helpfully. Virgil nodded, unsure how to respond. Patton kept going, all through the pain of needles and stopping only when Virgil told him how to keep it clean, how long to keep the bandage on, and other information he recited like an infomercial.

Virgil reached up and brushed some hair out of his face, a little bummed out that Patton was leaving, and that he hadn’t gotten his number (how unprofessional – asking for a customer’s number? Virgil would rather die). How he probably wouldn’t see Patton ever again.

Patton stalled at the front, however, after paying. Virgil didn’t say anything; what could he say? What could he do?

“You’re hiring?” Patton said, then.

“Sorry?” Virgil said, head shooting up. He peered at Patton, who’s gaze was locked on the pieces of paper Roman had carelessly left on the countertop (Roman himself was in the back for a reason too stupid for Virgil to recount).

Patton picked up one of the papers, eyes scanning the print.

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil’s hand rubbed against the back of his neck. “My old employee left a little to be desired, so I fired him. I’m looking for more help. It’s not really… an entry level job. I mean, I’m not taking on an apprentice. You have to have a license and everything.”

“Oh, I have…” Patton waved his hand as if attempting to catch the words he was trying to say. “Logan, my best friend, has a license, he’s been looking for a job.”

Virgil blinked, then leaned across the counter. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll – I’ll bring this to him,” Patton said, holding up the paper. “And I’ll see what he thinks?”

“Thank you that’s… that’s really nice of you,” Virgil said, possibilities swimming under his skin. Would he see more of him would Patton be a bigger part of his life is luck real –

“If he accepts we’ll be seeing a little more of each other,” Patton said. He laughed, but Virgil could read his own hope in the tightness of his grip on steadily crinkling paper, in the push back of his shoulders, in the avoidance of his gaze.

“I’d like that,” Virgil said, softly. “And if he says no, then you’re still just… just across the way.”

“You’re right!” Patton said, entire demeanor brightening, and Virgil could taste starlight. Patton folded the paper haphazardly and shoved it in his pocket. “Thank you so much for the tattoo.”

“Thank you for coming,” Virgil said, a hallow echo as Patton waved goodbye, the bell sounding brightly as he left.

Virgil groaned, shoving his head in his hands. He was such a disaster. At least he knew where to find Patton (oh wow, that didn’t sound creepy at all) and possibly, just possibly found a new employee…?

At that thought Virgil’s head shot up, because if he hired Patton’s friend, then that meant the papers worked… a grin worked its way onto his face.

“Roman you thot!” Virgil called out to the back. “Guess who’s idea worked!”

Roman burst from the back, a disgruntled expression on his face. As they argued over the logistics of this “Logan” being hired (Roman called Logan, the person he’d never met before, a lowly being and a sprinkler. Virgil wasn’t sure how that was an insult, but, again, it was Roman) Virgil didn’t stop thinking about Patton, in the back of his mind.

You’re just across the way.

Virgil glanced out the window at the bright, pastel colored flower shop, and something in his chest brightened.

#somedayyyy i'll get thru em all for now it's just one by one #moxiety #ts sanders sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #platonic prinxiety #deceit mention #this is also setting up for logince #just imagine in rolls tatted up logan who probably wears leather and can ride a moterbike like thats too much for roman's gay heart #meanwhile logan's trying to keep it cool in front of this large exuberant theater kid #anyway hope u enjoy fdhklshfkdsfld #rose-gold-roman #brabbles

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