For those interested, sign-ups for the g/t secret Santa are now open over at @secret-shifters ! You can find more info there as well; this is the last post I’ll make about it on this blog (probably). Sign ups are open until October 25th this year. THIS EVENT IS NOT SANDERS SIDES SPECIFIC! ITS GENERIC!
On the topic of doing things, here’s a niche idea: Hey Gt peeps, do y’all want to do a Secret Santa? Sign ups would start sometime next month (October).
I did run one of these last year that was sanders sides specific that went well, but this year I’d want to do something that is not fandom specific at all, instead focusing on matching up people’s requested Gt tropes etc.
It’d be open to writers and artists of all sizes. So that being said, would anybody wanna participate this year?
Hey y’all, I don’t plan on doing this exact event again this year, but I’m thinking about running a more generic Gt secret Santa and wanted to know if anyone from last year was interested in such a thing. ☺️
Warnings: Sympathetic Remus, characters being SO RUDE to each other, lots of arguing
Alchemy can’t solve everything, but maybe friendship can. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Logan certainly thinks so.
@oxylillikay I’m sorry about the wait! I didn’t mean for this to take so long, but I got carried away again SOBBB ;v;
Oh oh and I gotta tag @secret-sanders-sized. Whoopsie doopsie
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The Kingdom of Sanders Isle was known for a variety of things. It was known for its stunning landscapes, remarkable architecture, and lively culture. But most importantly, the kingdom was known for its kind and wise monarch, Prince Roman. The people of Sanders Isle were prosperous under his rule—no kingdom anywhere in the world could compare.
However, the kingdom was also home to the infamous Violet Forest. It’s been said that the creatures lurking in this forest were harbingers of evil, using dark magic to achieve their wicked ends. People warned their children far and wide not to venture too far into the wood, lest they vanish without a trace.
The kingdom had good reason to be afraid of the Violet Forest, especially after what happened to their prince.
Here’s the gift for @oxylillikay, written by the wonderful @falsehoods-phonated who stepped in! Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: “Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
Prompt 2: “Why are you lying to me?”
Prompt 3: “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
Heyo, we had a few secret sanders who didn’t finish gifts. I stepped in for one of ‘em and here’s the gift I made for @falsehoods-phonated! Thank you for your help friend and I hope you enjoy! <3
Word count: 4,069 words
Summary: The Sanders family has traveled to a quaint abandoned park called OakCrest to camp for the weekend. While older brother Deceit helps set up the tent, Logan traverses the woods and finds… something. An undiscovered type of bird, perhaps? It has to be; after all, there’s no way Logan truly found a fairy. ——————————————————————————————————-
“Aaaaand we’ve arrived! Family fun can officially begin!”
Logan blinked, pushing off the window where his face had been resting for the past several hours. It seemed as per usual he had become distracted with his own train of thought, as it felt that only a few moments ago his parents had piled up the minivan.
In the seat next to him, Logan’s older brother gave what could be an impressive eye roll. “The term ‘fun’ is subjective. I prefer to catalog my experiences how I please, thanks.”
“Oh so I see you’re feeling pleasant as ever.” Their dad chuckled, but there was a fatherly tone to it that was clearly meant as a warning for Deceit to be on his best behavior- which, unfortunately, can also be subjective.
“Dee, darling, how about you help your father pitch the tent?” Mother, always the negotiator, eased things over as she hopped out of the car. “I’ll begin unpacking the car, Logan can you look for some kindling?”
“Naturally.” Logan left the vehicle as well, eager to stretch his legs. It was common for the Sanders family to take camping excursions in the summer, and this particular venture brought them to a new location known as OakCrest Park.
Logan hummed noncommittally to himself, venturing out into the treeline to collect twigs and sticks for a fire. He took note of his surroundings and began to compare it to other landscapes he had camped at previously. OakCrest seemed rather abandoned, foliage growing abundantly as mother nature reclaimed the space. Perhaps this was a poor sign for business but Logan rather enjoyed the overall appearance. Already he could spot several specimens of plant life that were less common in populated areas.
Here’s the gift for @falsehoods-phonated! Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: Platonic TLAMP
Prompt 2: Platonic Analogical
Prompt 3: Sympathetic (but still assholeish) Deceit
Warnings: Hypothermia, mild language, fear
Before you say anything… I know you asked for fluff and I promise you it’s in there… I’m just a sucker for drama and couldn’t control myself for three seconds. (Nothing bad happens to anyone, I swear. *sob*)
After a camping trip gone awry, Logan finds help from an unexpected source. If only Roman was here to see this…
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Logan realized he didn’t think this whole thing through.
Here’s the gift for @barclays-sides, written by one of our wonderful pinch hitters! Here were the prompts:
Prompt 1: Hurt& scared tiny and a giant who just wants to help
Prompt 2: Found borrower, either a kind human or a human who just doesn’t know how to help
Prompt 3: Lost tiny & helpful giant
Hey everybody! Just wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in this event, I hope you had fun! There are still a few pitch hitters we’re waiting on for the final gifts (no pressure my lovelies we admire your talents 💕) but in the meantime I decided to stop dilly-dallying with the final aspect of this event.
Here’s an exit poll! Please fill it out so I know how you think this event went and how it could be improved in the future!
Hey everybody! Just wanted to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in this event, I hope you had fun! There are still a few pitch hitters we’re waiting on for the final gifts (no pressure my lovelies we admire your talents 💕) but in the meantime I decided to stop dilly-dallying with the final aspect of this event.
Here’s an exit poll! Please fill it out so I know how you think this event went and how it could be improved in the future!
Tinies weren’t supposed to exist. Logan sat up a lil straighter (pfft) at his computer, his tie loose and his top button undone so he wouldn’t be bothered by it. His dark blue shirt hung loosely off of his thin frame and he pressed his square glasses back up with his middle finger. He usually refrained from doing such an action in front of others, but Patton wouldn’t mind.
Patton was currently in the vents, watching his tall handsome, lovely, amazing, smart, genius… God he could go on, and on about Logan. Patton was once very afraid of humans beans, like all borrowers. But Logan was different, very different.
He had let Patton go when they first met. He was hiding behind the toaster, but Logan had moved it to clean. They stared at each other for a second before Logan put the toaster back and walked out the room. Patton was out of the room in five minutes.
They had met a few other times; the outcome was always the same.
Until one day it was different.
Logan had a panic attack. Patton could hear him crying through the walls and decided to go and comfort him, if he was evil and wanted to expose tinies to the world he would have by now right?
Right?
By the time Patton had reached the wall socket, one of the few exits and entrances he had. Logan’s apartment was new and thus harder to make tunnels in and such. Logan had even left out tools for Patton to use, Virgil had said to not use them, but they needed all the help they could get. Humans advanced in a way tinies never could. Not without coming out of hiding and then who knows what might happen then.
By the time Patton had reached the wall socket the crying had stopped. He paused, unsure if he should do this. Maybe Logan had gone to sleep from crying? He shook his head; no, leaving wouldn’t be right. Even if it got him stuck in a cage, he had to help Logan. He took a deep breath and opened the socket.
The sight he was greeted to was a strange one. Logan was sitting at the edge of his bed. Nothing too strange right?
Logan was now as tall as Patton, and Patton was a nail high. (About 4 inches). Actually… he looked smaller. He was sitting calmly, no more tears coming from those gray eyes. He looked resigned, like it was normal to shrink smaller than a nail’s height after a panic attack.
“Kiddo?” Logan’s head snapped to where Patton was, terror upon his face. He backed away quickly, his soft bedclothes betraying him and getting him tangled. “H-hang on, I’ll be there in a sec!” He tossed his hook up the bedside table and quickly climbed up it. Logan had stopped moving, it was pointless. Patton was gonna see how weak he was and - ! His thoughts stopped when arms went under his and pulled him to his feet. When he turned to meet his now larger friend he found himself staring at the centre of Patton’s chest, unable to make himself look up towards his beautiful face.
Ok, Logan was a little gay for Patton. He didn’t see how he was gonna be able to pursue a relationship with a tiny, so he never admitted it. It hurt of course; it was always gonna hurt. Anyone he ever loved he couldn’t be with.
So why bother?
Patton carefully looked at Logan. God he looked adorable… but hurt too. Hurt and scared and alone. He wrapped his arms around him, letting the smaller bean cry softly.
“It’s gonna be okay Lo.”
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The second story for @teardroppeddew @secret-sanders-sized, again sorry for the delay, please enjoy
Here is part two for @teardroppeddew!
Virgil lay on his back and looked through the iron bars up at the ceilings, the square grid slightly obstructing the view. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be dead by now. He lived in the walls of a big apartment building, hiding in an old, closed off room. It was first heaven, a massive space just for him. Ironic for a borrower to be claustrophobic.
But then he came. The scientist. Ok no biggie, just move out. Nope, suddenly all the exits and entry points Virgil had made where closed off and the man used a freaking net to catch him.
He had been watching all this time, already aware of his species existence, wanting a specimen of his own to see how they worked. But when he caught Virgil and saw those big brown eyes up close Logan knew he couldn’t bear to hurt him. He was so small, so tiny and helpless. He was doing him a favour keeping trapped like this.
Honestly, Roman had made the cage so pretty and didn’t ask why when Logan requested his services. There were spaces where Virgil could be closed off to the world if he so desired and he di when he was first shown it. He had been trapped in a jar until the cage was ready, Logan watching him from all angles. He was so beautiful and was Logan’s, only Logan’s.
Virgil glanced to right at the stubborn lock. Electric and he had no tools to help him.
“You don’t need those, you’re mine now you don’t need to worry.” Or escape. He hated the cage and he hated him. God how he loathed his captor. He hated every fibre of his existence. Shuddering, he thought back to the first days, Logan pinning him down with his lithe fingers with ease, not flinching when Virgil bit him. He felt no pain, even humans felt pain! He had to be a monster, of some kind. He had pressed and prodded Virgil all over, marking him with dark bruises which were now a faded green-y yellow.
Measurements, injections, that fucking gas-! Virgil despised it all, but he couldn’t stop a caught breath from turning into a sob that he silenced with his hand. He glanced at the camera in the corner of the cage, within its own cage to prevent Virgil from breaking it. Again.
From his room Logan watched his pet worried. No, don’t cry, its gonna be alight. Maybe he was missing Logan? He watched his little anxious angel face away from the camera.
Virgil rubbed the lump on his leg, a tracker that Logan was stuck into him after drugging his food. He remembered it like it was yesterday. How his… owner opened the cage with slow precise movements, his massive hands blocking all of his vision before they even reached him. Hell, Logan went slow on purpose, he loved the chase, he loved seeing his little beloved one get all excited!
(Well it wasn’t excitement but for Logan, it was fun.)
Being squashed against a chest that was like a plateau wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone. Being squeezed between his paws wasn’t good either. Virgil wiped away a tear as he felt the bruises on his body. They still hurt.
He was dropped into a glass tank, and the lid was placed on, leaving him with only the air that was already in the tank. He had passed out in there so many times. Every time he tried to climb up it Logan would “aww” at him. He wasn’t even allowed to curse or growl anymore. Every time he did that Logan took away another belonged and burnt it in front of him. All he had left was his cloak, all of his clothes were different now.
He wasn’t allowed to refuse food unless he was ill, and he wasn’t faking an illness, it wasn’t worth it. Logan always made good, tasty, warm food. He tasted a difference on that clear night, not even a breath of wind in the air. He woke up strapped down to Logan’s table and was awake when he leg was sliced open and the tracker inserted. He wasn’t a fan of needles before and certainly wasn’t a fan now. He felt every stitch and pull of the thread. Then the gas came, almost a saint compared to what he went through.
As he heard the door open, Virgil let out a few tears. He was trapped, forever his.
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The first story in a three pile list or whatever that took me way to long to both write and to f*cking find again after writing. Dear teardroppeddew, I love your work i’m sorry you had to wait please enjoy
Here’s the gift for @teardroppeddew! Part one of I believe three. Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: Pairings (either romantic or platonic): Royality, Moxiety or Logicality.
Prompt 2: I enjoy anything with angst, and I prefer unsympathetic!logan or virgil. To relate to this, anything with getting caught/not letting go is also good.
Prompt 3: I’m interested in anything involving Fae, if this is done I enjoy a kid!human finding some Fae!
Warnings: Remus, Swearing, Fear, Captured Side(s), calling someone an “It”,
Gift For: @sanderssidesthehouse for @secret-sanders-sized 2019 Event
Cast: Roman, Remus, Dee, Logan, Virgil (mentioned)
Ships: Brotherly Creatwins (Roman & Remus), Brotherly Logan, Dee, and Virgil
Words: 1382
Notes at the end
Here’s the gift for @sanderssidesthehouse! Here were the prompts:
Prompt 1: Virgil is tired of Logan being angry at him for preventing Thomas on going to a live interview. Virgil sneaks into Roman's room and steals his potion which can shrink someone when the liquid inside is drank. He gives it to Logan and terrorizes the poor thing. The tables turn however when there was a warning Virgil didn't read. "If the person who received the potion dies, the one who gave it to them will shrink in their place, causing the sizes to be switched.
Prompt 2: Logan can shrink things and Roman bullies him everyday at School. Logan accidentally shrinks Roman and decides that he is going to get revenge. He is going to show how helpless he felt against Roman. He is going to make Roman feel every second of pain he felt.
Prompt 3: Witch Logan accidentally shrinks his vampire boyfriend, Roman. Roman is terrified in the beginning but starts to look on the brighter side. At least he is with his boyfriend Logan, right?
Y’all. I’m still waiting on gifts from: @myfujoshifrenzy, @destinys-dragon, @alexisoptimus / @timelesstragedy, @theradicalrainbow, @the-real-fandomtrashie, and @whatschooldoesntteachyou.
I’m trying to be understanding about this, but I need you to reply to my messages and keep me in the loop if something’s up. It’s 10 days past when gifts were supposed to be posted, and I know your secret fanders are still eagerly awaiting their gifts!
Remember, to post your gift, tag your secret fander and @secret-sanders-sized and at this point I need you to message me it as well so I can find it and reblog it.
"Stop! Stop, get away!"
"Hey, it's okay.. I'm not going to hurt you, it's okay."
My gift for the secret sanders sized event! Hope you enjoy, @mintea-luck!
Here’s the gift for @mintea-luck! Here were the prompts:
Prompt 1: Tiny fairy, maybe hurt, being helped by normal bean trying they're best Maybe friendship ensues
Prompt 2: Just,,, injury in general, idk
Prompt 3: Very persistant bean maybe becoming friend with nervous tiny
So, this was my secret santa gift for @lovebug5151! I’m so, so sorry that this is so late, and I hope I got what were some of the things you wanted. I’ve been under a lot of stress recently, but now it’s behind me so I was finally able to post this! For anyone else wondering, this was a sanders sides g/t secret santa event held by @secret-sanders-sized!
Warnings?: Sickness mention, Loceit, Deceit as a character, allusion to past trauma with no description to it, anxious thoughts,
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It was quiet within the walls.
Dee wasn’t sure if he should be bothered by that fact or not. The boys, Roman and Remus, were both asleep in their beds. Normally, they would both stay up to talk and giggle with each other; the last few days had been rough, though, so he could understand why they weren’t in the mood to be playful. But for now, that’s not what he could focus on. No, there was something else entirely.
Logan was ill.
Here’s the gift for @lovebug5151! Here were the prompts:
Prompt 1: Oh my gosh! I didn’t hurt you did I?
Prompt 2: The small one being all tough guy and actually making the big one kinda nervous
Prompt 3: Loceit
This is my Secret Sanders gift for Cyberchick56!
Sorry for the delay, (i accidently came up with too many ideas with not enough time to pull them off)
I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Tiny Virgil pre AA and the others
Here is the gift for @cyberchick56! Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: Tiny reader and Virgil
Prompt 2: Tiny Virgil pre AA and the others
Prompt 3: Borrower Moxiety and human Logince
My secret sanders sized gift for @betmyfortune is finally finished!!! Welp...here it is, I hope you like it.
Patton had lived alone for some time now. He told others that was how he liked it, if only he could tell himself that, then he might have had a chance at believing it for once...
It was late one winter night, much like any other, he had prepared himself a small batch of soup, if only he was fully alone, would he have not ruined a perfectly good friendship.
Virgil was a small borrower, well, much smaller than most, and never fully seemed to get a full meal, he was fine with it, it became his normal much like any other injustice, until he met Patton.
The friendship started out fine, Virgil would climb, do anything he wanted, scrape his knees on the counter, and go about his day, until Patton found out about it and began to patch him up, *’fix’* him, as it were.
Virgil learned quickly to put up with it, especially in the winter when Patton seemed to be at his worst,
“Oh kiddo,” Patton mumbled as he saw Virgil grapple down the cabinets, “You don’t need to look for food anymore, I laid some out for you,” he hummed and took the small borrower to the plate that was covered in different tiny creations, “I even found a YouTube video and I made you some tiny soups so we can have soups together and you can have the right portions,”
Virgil sighed and mumbled his protests to himself, but not loud enough so Patton couldn’t hear, and kept his own opinion of loving to share food with Patton, something that could hurt Patton deeply if he ever said it to him. Patton gently set Virgil down on the kitchen table and doled out a small spoonful into a tiny bowl, “I also got a few of these, and some tiny silverware so you don’t have to use that tinfoil stuff, you can have your own little ceramic plates, oh! And I found some spoons too!” He hummed and handed Virgil a tiny spoon.
“I don’t really think...” Virgil mumbled, that all of this is necessary, he thought, but the words had since lost their grip on his vocal chords, Best not to argue with a human bean, a happy human bean is a good human bean, and more importantly is a safe human bean, his mind told him.
“-And afterwards I can take you to go shopping for some proper clothes, even though I got some right now that I think you’d really like, and some pajamas, that way when we go to bed tonight you’ll be warmer and happier!” Patton chirped out and began to slurp down his soup.Virgil’s mind began to race at that,
He’s replacing everything you have, soon you’ll have nothing that was yours, you’ll just be a pet to this bean, you’re not equals, you can’t be, Virgil’s mind began to panic, “Patton...I...”
“What is it kiddo? Need a napkin? Here, I’ll cut mine and you can have one of your own, yeah? And then later I can get you a little table and a little chair and-“
“-PATTON!” Virgil interrupted “I don’t need all this stuff! Okay! I-I DON’T NEED ANY HELP! OKAY?” He began to scream out and covered his mouth immediately.
Patton moved his torso back so that now his back was against the chair, “Oh...I’m sorry, kiddo,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean to upset you,”
Virgil took it all in and began to cry, “I don’t need you fixing every single problem, I need you to stop babying me, I’m an adult, I know I don’t look like it, I know, I know I’m thin and tiny and somehow that translates to helpless, but I’m not, I like sharing food, it stays warmer, I like getting my own food, I’ve earned it, I like making my own clothes, I know they’re not warm, maybe we could work out something where I buy fabric from you or something but I like making my own, it feels nice when I’ve made it, I like having my own things, I like sitting on the table and eating with my hands and wiping my entire face with a bean napkin and I like you, but I’m not a child,”
Patton nodded solemnly, “but you’re my son, I like parenting you,” he mumbled before going back to eating his soup, silently.
“I’m an adult, Patton, I’m not your son, i wasn’t ever anyone’s son, that’s why I’m here, and I appreciate your caring, it helps, but I don’t need someone trying to fix me when there’s nothing to fix, I like the way we had things, before you started fixing things...” he trailed off.
Patton nodded slightly and got up, “okay...I’ll back off,” he mumbled and left to his room.
And he hadn’t seen Virgil since, If I just stopped, Patton thought, If I just stopped worrying so much, he’d be here and warm, and I wouldn’t have made so much soup, but he doesn’t want to be here anyways.
Patton had secluded himself to the two places that mattered, his room, and the kitchen, He hates me, and now he’s gone forever.
And that’s when...he got the knock.
It started small, and from Virgil’s old room.
At first Patton thought it was a new borrower, or maybe something dangerous like a rat or a mouse, “hello?” He whispered, hoping that it was something that could respond.
Instead he didn’t get an answer, but a small hand, followed by...three other hands?
Virgil emerged again, this time looking a lot stronger...and somehow more worried than usual, “Patton, I need a favor,” he whispered and pulled out a small child borrower from the walls, “he’s cold, and tired, and hurt, I-we, rats, a lot of them,” he whispered and collapsed on the counter.
The child jumped back in fear and Patton’s face softened, “he’s okay, kiddo,” he hummed, “I promise, but you don’t look so good, mister, you look really cold, you know what always warms me up when I’m cold?”
The child’s fear faded into a smile as he began to guess, “blankets? Oh! And those hot things beans make and it’s sweet and those squishy things are inside the cup and you eat them?”
Patton smiled, “hot cocoa and blankets...always does the trick,” he gently picked Virgil up, like he had been taught, and offered his hand out to the child, “I promise I won’t ever hurt you,” he hummed.
The child stepped into the bean’s hand and sat.
The two made cocoa together and began to cuddle with the help of a blanket and a few choice pillows...
Virgil slowly came to as the child seemed to pass out, “Sorry, about that, I, rats suck,” he mumbled and looked over at the child, “he doesn’t even have a name yet, still so young, even though he’s probably six, he would’ve been named in a year or so, child mortality rate...it’s not pretty,”
Patton gasped at that and began to look over the child with an even more watchful eye, “Well, if he’s survived in these walls for this long...he’s a fighter,”
“Yeah, fought me all the way to the door, half of these scratches are from him,” Virgil noted.
Patton kept that in mind, “would it be too much, or too arrogant for a human to name a borrow-“
“-yes,” Virgil cut in, “but...in this case...I’m here, and if I don’t like it then I throw the name out,”
Patton nodded slightly, “okay...um...” he began to think, “I like Rochester,”
“Absolutely not,” Virgil answered, “but I like something ‘Ro’ suits him,”
“‘Rose’? No....hmmm...’Romano’? No that’s a cheese,”
“Get rid of the ‘o’,” Virgil answered and took his thumb out of his mouth, “Roman, I like that, Roman Knight? Roman Prince, though he’s not really a ‘prince’ of anything, maybe prince of pain,”
Patton chuckled, “I think I like Roman Prince, Princey, like a Disney prince,”
“Pint-sized prince,” Virgil hummed,
“Virge, don’t be mean to Princey like that,” Patton hummed, dad-tone fully engaged,
“He scratched me,” Virgil defended mockingly, “Besides, he can defend himself,”
Patton shook his head, “no, not yet, but he’ll learn, I know he will,” he smiled for the first time in what felt like months.
(A/N sorry for the weird spacing, I’m uploading this on mobile and my phone is acting weird, also sorry for this being so late, a lot of family traveling happened last minute and my editing schedule got pushed wayyyy back)
Here is the gift for @betmyfortune! Here are the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: "Just, uh........ pretend you didnt see me. Shoo."
Prompt 2: (Tw) "Most people tend to scream" "Well I low key wanna die so whatever"
Prompt 3: "I DONT NEED ANY HELP OKAY?!"
Woo am I glad this art is finished! My phone deleted it when I first finished it :((. I'm sort of proud of my art. Anyways,,, I may have gone off the prompt a little but,,,,, I still like it! It's also royality!
Here is the gift for @plinamiismyotp! Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: Hurt comfort, body insecurities, maybe a tiny trying to feel confident about themselves with all their human friends
Prompt 2: Giant! Thomas spending his holiday season with tiny! Sides(including Remy/Emile if you want!)
Prompt 3: Any tiny! character in a toy shop, with other giant! Characters who work there, after the shop closes and they're messing around and just generally having a good time
I am so sorry this is late, but here is my g/t gift for @xxpeach-bobaxx ! Based around "Fred Astaire" by jukebox tje ghost, with royalty, and tiny! Roman! @secret-sanders-sized
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"It seems like I can do no wrong
Through your eyes
Sing the wrong lines to my own song
You don't mind
Make it up as we go
All the words we don't know"
"It's pretty ironic" Patton started to think, as he waited backstage. Tonight was the night, his first big performance as a dancer.
That wasnt what was ironic, though.
What was ironic, is the fact that it is him, the clumsy one, the one who had two left feet, was gonna go up and dance. The fact that it was him,instead of his talented, confident boyfriend, who could easily command the crowd and entertain all.
The biggest difference between them, however, wasn't Patton's clumsyness and Romans deliberate steps.
No, it was that Patton stands at a normal 5'7, while Roman stands at a whooping 4 inches.
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"Even When I'm a drunken mess
You don't care
Still like me better than the rest
I swear
I don't understand it
How you like me when I'm dancing"
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Patton never intended to ever let Roman see him dance. It was something he had taken a lot of interest into when he was a kid, but could never get the hang of. He knew he looked like a fool when he did, and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his preformer boyfriend.
That all changed one night, when he and Roman hosted their friend group over.
Patton was sitting on the couch with Roman on his shoulder, and Virgil and Logan next to them. Remus and Dee, who were both about the same size as Roman, we're on the couch cusion beside them.
It was a casual enough gathering with everyone talking about their weeks and making jokes. Later in the night, drinks were brought out.
Which was Patton's first mistake.
He knew he was a light weight, and it would take very little to get him drunk, so he was originally opposed to the idea. All it took, though, was some goodeing from Remus to get him to drink some.
Which would have been fine, if it weren't for the fact that Patton lost all sense when drunk.
Music was put on, and Virgil, who had known Patton since childhood, couldn't help but groan when he saw the look in Patton's eyes.
"Pat, please don't. Please sit down, your gonna regret it if you don't." He said, trying to pursae him into sitting back down.
Roman, who had no idea what Patton was up to, was curious. "No no, Mr doom and gloom, let him do whatever he's wanting to"
Patton the stuck his tongue out, and did something a sober Patton would never.
Began to dance.
If you asked a sober Patton, he would even be hesitant to call it dancing. It was more him swinging himself around, and jumping from foot to foot.
But to the others, it was hilarious.
"Woah, get it Pat!", Remus yelled, clapping along to the music's beat. Virgil groaned amd covered his eyes, while Dee and Logan chuckled at him. Roman could help but giggle at his boyfriend, realizing that this was both the first time he had seen him dance, and b that he wasn't even that bad, despite being completely drunk. He then decided to make it his goal, to get Patton to dance.
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"Those eyes, damn, those eyes
They get me every time
Those eyes, in those eyes
I can do no crime
When dance like I don't care
You call me Fred Astaire"
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After that night, Roman was determined to get Patton to dance again.
"Ro, it's really not that big a deal. I used to be into when I was younger, that's why I know a little bit. I never got very good, so I don't really see why you want to see me dance, I'm not nearly as light on my feet as you."
"Patton, that's nonsense! You were having so much fun dancing, and I'd love to teach you! Just imagine. You, the cheering crowd, me, getting to watch my beautiful boyfriend up there, wooing all of us! Wouldn't that just be the most amazing thing, love?" While saying this, he ran danced around on their table, emnphosizimg the parts he found important.
"Well, mean that does sound like it would be fun" he said, putting his head and arms on the table, resting on said arms.
Roman walked over to him, and hugged his head as much as he could. "That's because it would!"
"Ok, ok. You got me, I'll do it" Patton said, loosly wrapping his finger around Roman for a hug. Roman sqeuled out happily, and hugged him tighter.
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"All my idiosyncrasies
You like 'em
Annoyed at all the little things
I know I can be frustrating
But you still like me when I'm dancing"
-
It didn't go nearly as easy as Roman had hoped. Sure, he himself was an incredible dancer, but Patton could only see so much of what he did.
"You see, you put your right foot in front and your left, lift up like so, and move forward!" Roman said, demonstrating what he wanted Patton to do.
"Roman, love, i can barely see you legs from up here." He joked.
Well,sort of. He really couldn't see Roman all the well from where he was standing, and Roman was moving so that also wasn't helping.
"How about instead" Ran said, inching his way to the remote "I play some music, and you dance to it, then I tell you what was good and what was bad."
Patton thought about the proposal.
" Promise not to laugh?" Roman nodded, and put on some music.
When it started, and Patton didn't do anything, Roman knew it was time to bring in the big guns.
"Do you want me to turn around until your comfortable?" He asked.
nodnodnod
He turned around, amd listened closely to the sound of Patton's dance.
He was taking a lot of steps, from what Roman could hear. He could as hear the sound of Patton's charms clinkng as he moved, so he took that as a good sign.
"Can i look now?" He asked, turning around with his eyes covered.
"Yeah, go ahead." Patton said.
When Roman opened his eyes, he saw Patton dancing much like he had when he was drink,but much more controlled. Once again, Roman was surprised by the mostly deliberate way of his movements.
"See!" He said "Your doing fine! All I'm really gonna do is help you adjust more into your own style, and learn some new moves!"
-
"Those eyes, damn, those eyes
They get me every time
Those eyes, in those eyes
I can do no crime
When dance like I don't care
You call me Fred Astaire"
-
"What?? Why can't you join? Patton questioned, confused by Romans words.
"They said that apparently I'm "too small to be seen", and that "If we wanted to see a child dance we would bring in a toddler" So basically, they said they only accept "normal sized" performers." Roman said outraged.
"What? That's" He struggled to find the word. "That's just stupid! If your not doing it, then neither am I!"
"No, your not quitting on me now!"Roman said.
"But-"
"No buts!" Roman said, climbing up to be eye level with Patton. "Your going to go and compete, and show how good a so called "child-who-isnt-importent-enough-to-get-help-to-preform", can teach a so called "Normal sized person."
"But I'm-" "No buts!"
"Roman! I'm not gonna be enough to do good in this competition. You've been a wonderful teacher, but I just can't keep up. I'm better off just dancing by myself alone, with our friends, or with you."
"Patton, thats ridiculous! You just as good as anything person who's going to enter the contest, and your gonna do amazing! Honestly, you sound so much like Virgil. How much time have you been spending with him? Your reeking of the kind of negitivity only he seems to constantly have."
"I don't know" Patton said. "I guess I just kinda had the dream crushed when I was a kid, so I'm not very eager to see it be crushed again."
"They won't be crushed, i promise!" Roman insisted.
"Well." Patton began. "If you really think so".
-
"When I lose myself
There's no one else
Who else is?
Quite like you"
-
So here he is, backstage and nervous.
"Is a Mr. Patton Hart back here" called a voice.
"Yes! Oh, i mean, yeah that's me" he finished sheepishly.
The person nodded. "Your on next. Be onstage to ready to start in 3 minutes."
He gulped.
The 3 minutes passed by much much faster then he really wanted them too, and he quickly found himself onstage, waiting for the curtains to raise and the music to start.
"You can do this." He thought to himself. "Roman believes in you! You have to do this for him"
The curtains raised, and Patton had a momentary thought of thankfulness that both Roman amd Remus were small, because if they weren't,the would both absolutely be yelling positive if not strange things (Remus) at him
Then he heard his boyfriend yell.
"PATTON!" He looked into the audience to see Dee, Remus and Roman all sharing a seat.
With a megaphone.
Virgil and Logan sat next to them, clearly pleased (Presumably because they megaphone idea was theirs.)
"YOUR GONNA DO AMAZING, LOVE. SHOW THEM WHAT YOU LEARNED FROM A SHORTER THEN AVERAGE SIZED PERSON!"
"YEAH, KICK THEYRE ASS'ES" Remus yelled. "KNOCK THEM STRAIGHT OFF"
They're yelling to some may have been embarrassing, but to him, it was the inspiration he needed. He remembered that everyone would be proud of what he did, no matter what.
So when the music began (Supersonic by Caravan Palace, something both he and Roman agreed on, seeing as it matched the dancing Patton was attempting to master.) He was ready.
He started the dance Roman had taught him for the first half, which was (for anything to do with Roman) relitivly easy.
But he wanted to do more.
So he switched from a chorographed dance, made to look good and be easy, to free style.
And boy did he have fun with it.
His movements became more lively snd wild, flinging his arms and legs around, doing poses, am just genuinely radiating joy.
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"Those eyes, damn, those eyes
They get me every time
Those eyes, in those eyes
I can do no crime
When dance like I don't care
You call me Fred Astaire"
-
After his performance, he went straight off stage and go his friends.
Roman and Remus both complimented him and congratulated him loudly, while Logan, Virgil, and Dee did so in a quieter tone.
The took they're seats again, watching the last couple of performers, before the results were announced.
"And in third place, we have Miss Katherine Westerburg with her wonderful Flute playing!"
"Second place, we have Miss Kimberly Thompson, with her presentation of her animation of "Mr Blue Sky" by elo!"
"And Now" the announcer took a minute to pause, to add onto the dramatic effect, "First place. Our first place winner is..., Mr Patton Hart, with his dance to "Supersonic" by Caravan Palace!"
His friends cheered louder then they had before during the night.
"See, I told you you could do it" Roman said, teasing him. " Mister Fred Astaire."
Here’s the gift for @xxpeach-bobaxx! Here were the potential prompts:
Prompt 1: Royality
Prompt 2: Pure fluff
Prompt 3: But, make someone sad cuz something
