"Roman? Kiddo? Can you open the door?"

"Go away, Patton."

"Are you alright?"

"...I fucked everything up again, Patton."

"Can I come in?"

Roman didn't reply, so Patton took that as a yes.

Patton slowly opened the door, finding Roman lying on the bed.

Lying was kinda a generous term, it was more like he was curled up in a blanket burrito on his bed.

"Oh, kiddo. What happened?" Patton asked, walking over to the bed. "Did it not go well?"

"I think he hates me." Roman mumbled.

"Don't say that, Ro." Patton grimaced. "Virgetold me about this thing called 'manifesting.' It's like, when you think something is going to happen so much, it actually happens!"

"I don't think that's an actual thing, Patton." Roman rose a brow.

"My point is," Patton continued, ignoring Roman. "You shouldn't give up so easily. The Roman I know is the strongest, bravest, most handsomest side ever!"

"You're just saying that." Roman mumbled bashfully.

"It's true." Patton hummed. "Janus loves you Roman, he's just a little upset right now. And you love him too, right?"

"More than anything." Roman answered firmly.

"Then you should give him as much time as he needs. You know, this reminds me of the first time Virgil and I had a fight." Patton chuckled.

"You guys have fights?" Roman asked, sitting up.

"Oh my goodness, he gets me so irritated sometimes." Patton shook his head. "That man is such a pessimist."

"Well, yeah. He's literally Anxiety." Roman said. "But I see how that would irritate you. You're the biggest optimist I know." Roman laughed.

"Exactly!" Patton beamed, happy he finally got a smile out of Roman. "Well, kiddo. What are you going to do now?"

"Well, I think I need to have a little chat with my brother." Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair.

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Remus woke up on a throne.

Oh yeah, this is already amazing.

He looked around, finding that he was in a huge castle.

"Are you hungry, your benevolence? Would you like anything?" A servant, who looked strikingly similar to Roman, asked.

"Shoulder massage. Now." He commanded, smirking when he realized he had no dialogue.

"Of course, your altruistic-ness." Roman said, rushing over to give him a massage.

"Altruistic-ness isn't a word." Someone next to him said. Remus turned, finding it was Logan.

Roman glared at Logan, beginning to massage Remus. "My apologies."

"Who are you?" Remus asked Logan. Of course Remus knew exactly who Logan was, but in this dream he didn't.

"Logan Berry, sire. I am your royal advisor." He said, bowing to Remus.

"And this kingdom? What is it?" Remus asked, looking around.

Logan faltered at that, glancing at him. "You are king of the world, sire." He said. "Are you feeling well? Would you like me to call the royal physician?"

"Nah, I'm chill." Remus mumbled, waving him off. "King of the world, you say?" He smirked. "Hey, Roman?"

"Yes, my lord? How may I be of service?"

Remus drew a line across his neck. "Off with your head."

Roman paled dramatically.

Logan's eyes widened. "M-My liege, is this wise? If you begin randomly beheading servants, the people may rise against you."

"I know what I'm doing, Logan." Remus smirked.

Two guards came in and dragged Roman away.

A vile of something fell out of Roman's pocket.

Logan reached down and picked it up.

"What is it?" Remus asked, though he had a feeling he already knew.

"It appears to be poison, sire." Logan murmured, bewildered. He bowed to Remus. "I am sorry for doubting you, your majesty."

"Don't make a habit of it." Remus smirked, relaxing in his seat.

"Don't tell me you've beheaded another servant." Someone else said, walking into the room.

Remus' eyes widened, a large blush adorning his face.

Janus was in a GOWN.

And he was killing it.

"Good afternoon, my queen." Logan said, bowing to Janus. "You look absolutely radiant today."

"I know I do, darling. No need to state the obvious." Janus hummed, not even glancing at Logan.

Janus pecked Remus on the cheek, making him flush harder.

He sat down on the smaller throne next to Remus, (which Remus could've sworn wasn't there before) and looked at Remus.

"How are you today, my king?"

Remus' face exploded in color. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself.

"I'm good! And you?" Remus squawked.

"I am well, my lord." Janus nodded.

"Your grace, I have lined up your schedule." Logan cleared his throat, pulling out a clipboard. "First, you have brunch with the knight, Patton, then--"

"Where did you get that gown, Janus?" Remus asked, leaning down to talk to him.

"I had it made for me, your majesty." Janus smiled.

"It's fucking hot." Remus told him.

"Are you listening to me, my king?" Logan snapped, narrowing his eyes as Remus.

"I'm not." Remus answered, not taking his eyes away from Janus.

Logan huffed, shaking his head. "If you're really that desperate for intercourse, then I suggest you cancel all duties for the day."

Remus flushed, glaring at Logan. "Are you asking to be beheaded?!"

"I'm not." Logan answered, bowing to Remus sarcastically.

Remus scowled at Logan. Janus gently placed a hand on Remus' arm.

"Calm yourself, my lord. Forgive him for his blunder." Janus hummed. Remus softened, nodding slightly.

"Yes, my king. Please forgive me." Logan grumbled.

Remus was going to pretend he didn't hear that.

The dream faded away, and Remus slammed onto the ground, the throne no longer supporting him.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.