Of Playgrounds and Proms

today-only-happens-once:

Title: Of Playgrounds and Proms

Word Count: 8329

Summary: High School AU. Nobody
but Patton and Logan know that Roman and Virgil are dating. The night of their
prom, Roman thinks back on his relationship with Virgil, and later finds
himself with a decision to make. Romantic Prinxiety with a side of Logicality.

Warnings: fluff, angst, closeting,
getting outed, homophobia, kissing, panic attacks, parental neglect, cursing, let
me know if I missed anything.

A/N: This was supposed to be a
single scene, friends. Just one. It
is now my longest Sanders Sides fic. Go figure. Shout-out to @creativenostalgiastuff  for her help and encouragement through the long process of writing this. It might be really bad, tbh,
but I’m kind of tired of working on it and reading it, so… here ya go. ^u^ Editing done by yours truly. All mistakes are mine.

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…

“Patton,
would you just hold still? I don’t want to accidentally stick you,” Logan
Sanders says as he holds the lapel of his boyfriend’s gray tux, attempting to
put a pin through the stem of the boutonniere: a light blue rose and baby’s
breath. It compliments Patton’s white tux shirt and blue bow tie.

Patton
Foster grins, his eyes bright and happy behind his thick glasses frame. “Sorry,
Lo,” he says.

Logan
finishes pinning the flowers to his lapel and gives his boyfriend of two years
a fleeting, soft smile. He takes a step back, smoothing the front of Patton’s
suit jacket before giving him a satisfied nod. Patton laughs and grabs his
tie—matching Patton’s bowtie in color despite the fact that the rest of his
suit and tux shirt were black—and kisses him.

Roman
Prince—in a white suit with a gold vest and tie—smiles at the exchange from
where he stands leaned up against the entryway to the living room.

“Get
a room,” says a familiar voice coming up behind Roman. Virgil Shea moves to
stand beside him, his arms just barely grazing Roman’s. It’s enough to send a
flutter through his stomach. Virgil looks… exquisite, if Roman is being honest.
Black tux jacket and a matching vest that lay over a violet shirt and a
metallic purple tie.

Virgil’s
hands ghost over Roman’s, their fingers entwining for a moment. Roman feels a
familiar warmth in his chest at the touch. He remembers when they first met.

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