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Roman was about 99 percent sure he was twice as stressed as either of the grooms. Despite the fact that his main instruction was to stay out of Virgil’s face and if they must talk to each other, that they will not discuss their personal relationship, lest the groom-to-be punch him in his face.
It had been about three and a half weeks since they'd fought, and Roman was still kind of wondering if they were still boyfriends? They love each other, but Virgil hates him.
If there was ever a time that Roman's love life truly warranted a Facebook "It's Complicated" status, it was now.
Anyways, for fear of falling into a depressive spiral thinking about his relationship with his soulmate, he had thrown himself completely into planning this wedding. There was no time to think about how the man he loved didn't even want to talk to him… again… when he had to worry about which color napkins were going to fit best for the theme!
He's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.
Speaking of the grooms, they were late. Which was adding onto Roman’s already skyrocketing stress, and he was about to snap something in half.
Luckily (kind of) since Remy’s soulmate was still in town and he was much nicer than Remy, he had offered the both of them to help out. Emile was generally Remy’s exact opposite, something Roman was starting to find he was grateful for in a person. Especially because Remy’s gay ass could not stop staring at the pink-haired bubbly young man who Roman was currently explaining the color scheme of ‘large amounts of blue’ to.
“So, essentially, we’re going to do some blue flowers on the arch, but you’re going to have to talk to Virgil about that, he’s the one with the purple hair - you know what, between the three of us we’ve almost got a full rainbow going on,” Roman commented, “but that’s not important right now. Anyways, Virgil won’t talk to me so you’re going to have to ask him separately - Remy, are you even listening to me?”
He glanced up, blinking a couple of times. “Um, yeah! The napkins… are blue?”
Roman glared at him. “Remington Marcus Alexander -”
“That’s not my name.”
“- please listen to what I am saying and stop staring at Emile’s ass.”
Remy flushed. “Er, yeah, okay. Um, what did you need me to do?”
He nodded, satisfied. “I need you to go talk to Virgil about flowers and Emile, be a dear and double-check with the caterer about meals?”
“Oh, so he gets dear and I get yelled at?” Remy huffed. “This is homophobic.”
“I’ll call you dear when you listen to what I say,” he responded.
Emile held up his hand. “Your Majesty, is it okay if I take Remy along with me? I think we’ll be more productive together than separate.”
Roman bit his lip, considering. “Sure. And don’t call me Your Majesty, Emile. No friend of mine should be so formal.”
He beamed as the prince called him his friend, and then nodded and headed off with Remy. Roman sighed and then slumped down into a nearby chair, exhausted.
“You okay?” a gruff voice asked, and Roman glanced up to see Virgil.
He raised an eyebrow. “I thought we weren’t speaking.”
Virgil glared at him. “I’m just asking if you’re okay, Roman. Don’t fuck this up too.”
“I have apologized seventy billion times, Virge, I don’t know what else to do -”
“You need to admit that the only person you care about is yourself!” he exclaimed, obviously furious.
Roman bristled. “I can’t admit something that isn’t fucking true, Virgil!”
“Break it up!” Patton scolded, pushing the two of them away from each other. He elbowed Roman even further back, trying to keep his skirts off the ground. “I am not playing your father today! This is my wedding day and you two will play nice or I won’t come to yours! Virgil, he’s freakin’ sorry, okay, he didn’t want you to get hurt because he cares about you,” he continued, “and Roman, Virgil just wants to hear that you made a mistake, instead of meaningless apologies. Now kiss and make up, bitches, we’ve got a wedding to do!”
He walked off after that, the skirt of his gown just barely swishing against the floor of the palace. Roman kicked the floor nervously, not daring to look ar Virgil as he said, “I know I made a mistake. But I just wanted you to stay safe. I love you, Virgil -”
Virgil’s head snapped up. “You love me?”
“You said it first!” Roman protested, his face flushing. “I just want you to forgive me. I miss you.”
“Roman, I -”
He ran his fingers through the red part of his hair, grinning hopefully at Virgil. “One more chance? Third time’s the charm on this relationship, I think.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” Virgil said, looking away. “You can’t just do this - apologize and expect me to forgive you!”
“Virgil, I’m out of options. I’m terrified of losing you - I thought I would never even find someone like you and I did. I want you -” he coughed, voice breaking, “I need you to believe that I only want what’s best for you. Virgil, please.”
He met Roman’s desperate eyes, full of hope and fear. “I - oh, fuck it. I’m done fighting with you. I’m sick and tired of it, so I forgive you.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Or something like that.”
Roman took Virgil’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing his knuckles softly. He blushed hard, the pink across his pale skin contrasting with the purple in his hair. “I love you, my dark prince.”
“I love you too, you fucking sap.”
--
Logan was getting married today.
Patton, being the cheeseball that he was, had insisted on them following the tradition of the grooms not seeing each other before the actual ceremony, so Logan hadn’t seen Patton since yesterday. He hadn’t even seen his fiance’s dress, but he heard it was gorgeous.
He nervously adjusted his tie, fixing his hair again and again until someone knocked on the door. Virgil poked his head in, his blue bowtie undone around his neck. “Logan? You alright?”
“I thought Roman was supposed to check on me?” Logan blurted, then covered his mouth. “I’m sorry. That was quite rude of me to say.”
“Nah, you’re good,” he replied, stepping inside. “We’re not as close as you and Ro, I know that. Still, Logan, I hope you consider me your friend at this point. We’ve been through so much shit together.”
Logan gave him a half-smile. “Yeah, we’re… friends. And hey, depending on the path of our lives, you might be my boss someday.”
Virgil blushed. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do. Roman already has the flower arrangments picked out,” he replied with a wink.
“You and your husband are gonna be running the most successful bakery in Ciudad Real,” Virgil teased, stressing the word ‘husband’, “and you’re not gonna be working for Roman any longer.”
Logan put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’d be working for King Roman and King Virgil.”
His face turned even more red (if that was possible). “I’m gonna go now.”
“Bye, Virgil.”
Logan chuckled as his friend left and he ran a hand through his hair again, trying (and slightly failing) to follow the instructions Roman had left for him in loopy cursive. He adjusted his tie over and over again, and messed up his hair some more, and practiced his dance steps, nervously going over every part of his vows to make sure nothing went wrong during the ceremony.
He moved around the room in the special waltz the prince had devised and held his hands where his soon-to-be-husband’s waist would be, and he thought about Patton.
When Logan had first met Patton, he was so uncertain about the relationship he’d tried to pretend that Patton wasn’t his soulmate. They were unstable, dancing around each other because, for the first time in Patton and Logan’s lives, they had someone else that was supposed to matter just as much as anyone else ever had, but they’d never met.
Blackberries (just like his last name - their last name, in about 20 minutes, because Moras-Sinclair was just cool) was the place that their relationship began. It was where they talked and learned the first things about each other, but Roman’s gala was where they realized that they were meant for each other and where they… well, you read that chapter.
Very few people live in the same country, let alone the same city, as their soulmate. Patton and Logan were so lucky to have found each other that two months of being together was more than they could have ever hoped for, and a lifetime was as lucky as one could get.
Logan continued his waltz, humming to himself. Who up there felt that he deserved a man like Patton Moras? The man who took care of his stupid leg - his stupid, now-fully healed leg - and cuddled with him all night long. Who always made sure that he was loved and always cared for, and the best damn thing that had ever happened to Logan.
“I love you,” he murmured into the air, “I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, even if I pretended that I didn’t…”
“That’s gorgeous, who’re you talking to?” asked Roman, who was standing with his arms crossed in the doorway.
Logan startled. “Roman!”
He hugged his best friend tightly. “I can’t believe you’re getting married! Especially before me!”
He laughed and hugged Roman back. “Not to be too… open, but I’m so ridiculously happy I feel like I’m floating. I’m so ecstatic I’m defying the laws of gravity, Ro!”
“Logan! So scandalous!” Roman joked, grinning at Logan. “I can’t believe this day is finally here! Your fiance looks so good by the way, his dress was a billion dollars but it’s gor-ge-ous! If he wasn’t your soulmate…” he trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Back off, bitch,” Logan deadpanned, fixing his hair one last time. “Are you here to walk me down the aisle?”
He nodded, and Logan took one last glance at his outfit. Roman had donned his full formal prince outfit for the ceremony, complete with all his medals and all. He claimed it was because it was an important event. Really, it was to impress Virgil.
Roman offered his arm out to Logan, who took it graciously. He looked up at his best friend one more time, who gave him a reassuring nod. Logan took a deep breath, readying himself to walk down the aisle. Screw that part of the tradition, Roman was his best friend.
As they walked towards the arch, Logan spotted his sister in the crowd and pushed back the urge to call out to Laura. She was sitting with Virgil’s family, and she shot him a quick smile and a thumbs-up as he walked by. He smiled, thinking just how glad he was that Laura’d actually shown up.
Virgil’s moms both smiled at him as he walked by, along with Talyn and Lainey, Patton’s favorite employees. Logan beamed, unable to control just how happy he was at that moment.
Roman and Virgil took their places at the end of the aisle with Remy, and Joan gave him a thumbs up from their place at the altar (because of course they were registered).
The Wedding March began, the doors opened into the massive hall Roman had painstakingly set up for the wedding, and an angel looked back at him.
Patton’s dress was an elegant ball gown that suited him perfectly, in Logan’s opinion, which is the only one that truly matters. His dad walked him down the aisle, and when they reached the altar, Logan had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to kiss Patton.
Joan raised their hands, motioning for everyone to sit down. “Hey, everyone! I’m Joan, and I’m not really a pastor, but I am legally allowed to do this. We’re gathered here today to join Logan Mattias Sinclair and Patton Astrel Moras in holy matrimony. I believe they have prepared their own vows, so…” they trailed off, looking to Logan.
Logan took a deep breath. “Patton Moras, from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew we were destined to be… something. I didn’t know what yet, but I knew we were going somewhere and for once in my life, I was happy to just let life lead me somewhere. I am so glad that it lead me, here, in this moment, because this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Pat, my dear, my stars in the sky, my everything, I promise to love you for the rest of my life and more, as illogical as that is,” he finished, laughing breathlessly.
--
Patton smiled, mouthing ‘I love you’ before starting to talk. “Logan, Logan, where to begin… you are my one true love, my best friend, and my partner-in-crime. I hope that we never spend a moment hating the other, and I hope that I am there for you when you need it and the other way around too. I want us to be so in love it annoys our kids. And I think we just might be already, and we’re just missing the kids!”
Joan sniffled. “Jeez, you two are cute. Logan, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“And Patton?”
Patton took a deep breath and stared into Logan’s eyes as he smiled. “I do.”
“Then I pronounce you… man and other man, I guess. That’s legally binding, folks! You may now kiss the - oh,” they said, laughing, as Patton and Logan were already kissing fiercely in front of them.
At the reception, a small band played in the corner as Patton and Logan stepped out onto the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple. Patton had changed into a white suit for the reception since his ball gown was a bit impractical to dance in. Roman hopped up on stage, and Patton glanced at him confused. ‘What are you doing?’ he mouthed, and Roman just winked in return.
Roman took the mic and said, “Hey, everyone! I’m Prince Roman Arellano, and you all know me, so we’ll skip introductions. I am proud to present Mr. and Mr. Moras-Sinclair!”
Patton smiled and waved to the rest of the crowd before kissing Logan quickly. Roman let out a whoop before resuming his speech. “I, as the best friend of Logan, have decided that I’m going to sing them their first dance as a married couple! You’re welcome.”
He laughed, grabbing Logan’s hand and guiding it to his waist before placing his own on his husband’s shoulder. “Did you know about this?”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that anyone knew about this except for Roman.” He smiled softly, locking eyes with Patton. “You ready, Mr. Moras-Sinclair?”
“As I’ll ever be, Mr. Moras-Sinclair,” Patton replied, beaming.
They begun to dance as Roman sung a slow, romantic song. Patton and Logan swayed to the beat, everyone else disappearing as they looked at each other.
Patton laid his head down on Logan’s shoulder and they continued dancing together until Roman held his final high note and everyone clapped.
He kissed his husband on the cheek, smiling as he pulled away. Logan blushed, and they returned to the head table for a bit.
Virgil turned towards Patton as he sat down, and he hugged his best friend tight. “I’m so happy for you! You did it!”
He laughed, hugging Virgil back. “I did it! I’m married!”
“Don’t forget about me now that you’re all grown up,” he responded, voice taking on a sudden tonal shift. “Please?”
“Kiddo, you’re my bestest friend. I could never forget about you.” Patton’s voice was soft and reassuring, and he rubbed Virgil’s back comfortingly. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.”
“Thanks, Pat,” Virgil mumbled. “I love you.”
“I love you too kiddo!” Patton exclaimed, beaming as he got out of the hug. “Come on, let’s dance.”
“Excuse me?” Virgil blinked. “I don’t dance.”
He grabbed Virgil’s hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor. “Yes, you do.”
Patton and Virgil danced for a little while, Virgil having a fantastic time dancing with his boot, then Logan graciously stepped in and allowed Virgil to go back to his seat. They danced until both men were exhausted, and Patton collapsed back in his chair, giggling and holding Logan’s hand.
How did he get so lucky? Patton was sure that Logan was thinking the exact same thing, but as he stared at his husband’s eyes, Patton was sure that he’d won the gosh darn lottery with his soulmate. Logan was his perfect match, his second half, and the universe (however flawed it may be) knew exactly what it was doing when the two of them ran into each other in Target.
And to think this all started in a Target! That they physically ran into each other, and Patton’s first words were a pun, and that it was all over Logan’s grocery list.
Patton carefully rolled his sleeve up to look at the note Logan had written him as they were getting ready for the wedding, and smiled to himself when he saw it.
Dear Patton, my stars in the sky, we’re getting married today. And we’ve only known each other for two months but… I love you like crazy, love, and I hope you know you impress me every day with your willpower and kindness. I’m so lucky to have you. Love, LoLo.
He reached out to squeeze Logan’s hand, and the other man gave him a kind nod. Patton leaned his head onto Logan’s shoulder, and he rested his head on top of Patton’s.
“You okay?” Logan whispered.
“Just tired,” he replied, yawning. “But we need to eat dinner first. And cake!”
He chuckled lightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
--
Virgil buried his head in his hands. “Am I ever going to get one of these?” he muttered to himself before glancing over to Roman, who caught his eyes and smiled.
Roman walked over and leaned against the table. “Come here often?”
“Mm. My boyfriend lives here, but he’s kind of annoying,” Virgil said, then clamped his hand over his mouth. “I mean -”
Roman squealed. “Are we boyfriends?”
“Oh, fuck you, Roman.”
“You could if you wanted to,” he teased, eyes glittering in the chandelier light. “Now that we’re boyfriends .”
Virgil growled. “You, Your Majesty, are a bitch.”
Roman gasped, affronted. “How dare you even suggest that? I am a noble sir, a man who takes his job very seriously.”
“No you don’t!” Remy called as he waltzed by in Emile’s arms. Roman spun around to quickly flip him off, and Remy simply stuck his tongue out at him.
He stifled a giggle. “That song you sang for their first dance was really beautiful. You’re a lovely singer.”
“Thank you, Virge,” Roman said with a genuine smile. “I was thinking about you when I said it.”
Virgil went pink. “Roman!”
In all honesty, Virgil was flattered beyond belief. One thing that no one could dey about Roman was that he was very smooth and flirty. There was a reason everyone in the kingdom had a crush on him when he was the most eligible man in the country, and definitely the cutest.
But here Virgil was, in the ballroom of the palace, and the prince only had eyes for him. They were destined to be together, even if Roman was brash and insufferable, even if Virgil was reclusive and insecure, and even if they fought over the dumbest stuff, they… loved each other.
Ugh. The thought even felt cheesy. Virgil shook his head and glanced back up at Roman, who was still smiling at him.
Virgil stood up and took Roman’s hand. “Let’s get out of here for a while.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Where are we going?”
“The roof,” he said, and then started walking towards the exit of the ballroom, and upon reaching the outside hallway began to… hobble down the hall, pulling Roman with him.
When they reached the roof, both men out of breath, Virgil plopped down and dangled his leg, keeping his cast on the top, over the side, and Roman sat down next to him.
“This is a blast from the past,” Roman said, his hair blowing with the wind. “It’s been a couple of months.”
Virgil nestled his head in the crook of Roman’s neck. “It has been. I glad we seem to be Deceit-free tonight, though.”
“Thank god,” he responded, playing with Virgil’s purple locks. “I think I just need this moment alone with you.”
He smiled, melting into the touch. “I miss you when we’re fighting.”
“I think we should stop doing that, then,” Roman crooned. “It’s so much better to be in love than to hate and love each other.”
“Are we in love?” Virgil wondered aloud, shifting so that he could look up at the stars. “I don’t want to get married, like, tomorrow.”
“So?”
He sat up, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean ‘so’?”
Roman shrugged. “So we don’t have to get married tomorrow to be in love. We can just take this as slow as we want and figure it out as we go along. Being in love is not one experience for everyone. It can be different for everyone. And so maybe ours,” he said, trailing a finger along Virgil’s jaw, “takes a little while longer, and that’s okay.”
“I… yeah, Yeah. I like you, Roman.” He blushed, and Roman laughed.
He brushed a stray curl away from Virgil’s face. “I like you too, Virgil.” Roman leaned down and kissed Virgil softly.
Virgil deepened the kiss, threading his fingers through the prince’s hair.
Kissing was great. It was nice. Especially when you’re doing it with someone you love.
Virgil’s first kiss was with Patton at 14 because they wanted to know what it would feel like.
Spoiler alert, kissing Roman on the rooftop was the best kiss Virgil had ever had. Better than their first kiss too, on the doorstep before their date.
Nothing was wrong. Patton and Logan were happy, Virgil and Roman were happy, Joan was happy, Thomas was happy, and it was probably all too good to be true, but in this moment… there was no reason to think about what the future may bring. Right here, right now, there was nothing wrong, and there was no one else in the world besides Roman who mattered to Virgil.
“Gorgeous,” Roman murmured against Virgil’s lips. “You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re beautiful,” Virgil responded, smiling into the kiss. “My beautiful, princely boyfriend.”
And all was right, for roughly a day and a half longer.
But we’ll get to that later. Let’s leave them alone for now.