Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
One time Roman was being a ‘little’ too loud and bouncy while Logan was trying to work on something important, and after asking Roman several times to shush Logan may have lost his temper a bit
Virgil found Roman later
Completely covered in duct tape, including his mouth, and desperately trying to worm his way to his room before anyone could see him.
They just stared at each other for a moment. Romans eyes widening while Virgil’s narrowed mischievously.
As he pulled a purple marker out his pocket and proceeded to get revenge for all the times he’d woken up with red marker all over his face.
(Holy shit. I just misgendered myself. Was that my subconscious letting me know that I’m actually cis? Is my whole life a lie?? IS MY IDENTITY INVALID??! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY SACK OF SHIT MISGENDERS THEIRSELF????!!!@! I’M A PHONYYYY!!!!!!!)
A/N: I know it’s taken me a long time to update this one, but I felt it was best to wait until finals were over and I was in a better headspace. 🙂 I hope you enjoy this fluffiness ❤
It had taken almost an hour to finish the first hand and Virgil was proud of his work. Each nail was a different design, complex and bold and so Roman that Virgil couldn’t help but smile as he studied it. A short discussion had Virgil switching sides, Roman’s other hand relaxed in his lap.
When the newly painted hand went to snake around Virgil’s waist, he scoffed, “Don’t you dare ruin those nails.”
Roman tensed for a moment, before relaxing with a soft laugh, “Alright, bossy pants.” He answered quietly, voice low and drowsy, “Feeling any better?”
Virgil gently cleaned some of the ruined polish from Roman’s thumbnail, “A little.” He admitted quietly, ear resting over Roman’s heart, “Thanks.”
Roman curled a little over Virgil, cheek resting on Virgil’s head, hot breath tickling through Virgil’s hair, “Of course, babe.” He whispered, shifting a little to get comfortable, “Any way I can help, I will.”
Virgil couldn’t help but smile, sighing and feeling more tension slip from his shoulders, “Still, thanks.”
Roman smiled, laughing softly, but didn’t reply. And for a while, Virgil was convinced he’d gone back to watching the movie, though Virgil wasn’t actually sure which one was still playing.
But by the time Virgil had finished the bright red basecoat, Roman had relaxed and the weight on Virgil’s head explained what had happened.
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