If you couldn't tell from my new background image and the book Ten Feet Tall I am writing Royality kinda sorta has my entire life right now.

I think I write trans!roman so much because I think Roman is the kind of man I wanna be (Logan too be Logan is hella smart and cool but I mostly identify with Roman) and I am AFAB so that's probably way. I think I'm projecting too much onto Roman lmao I'm so sorry.

STORYTIME!

Roman set the bar back on the rack, finishing his third rep of twelve for 80% of his maximum bench weight. He just finished three sets of reps and his arms were feeling weak, but he loved it. He loved the fatigue because it meant he was getting stronger. Boys traditionally bench their body weight and more, but Roman had a major setback: he wasn't born a boy. So he had to work to benching his body weight. Right now he weighed a hundred thirty five and he was benching a hundred ten as his maximum. He needs to get to benching a hundred thirty five for reps. That's what men are supposed to be doing.

Roman sat up, stretching his arms out and cracking his knuckles. He rolled his neck around, hearing it pop. His fingernails were a bit chipped. He'd have to paint those back over again before his performance. If it's a choir performance, theater performance, and dancer performance he has no clue. He just needs to be ready to do any of the three. He normally had each distinguished per day, but he forgot what day of the week was. He stood up, pitting back the weights. This entire bench system was one he built in his garage. 

"Hey, think fast!"

He looked up and dropped a five pound plate to the floor to catch a half frozen water bottle his twin brother yeeted at him with all his might. His brother was Remus. He was kinda heavhset but he's really heccin tall and he was able to grow facial hair. Roman would do anything to have a mustache like his boarderline insane brother. Remus laughed as Roman scowled at him, grumbling as he picked up the weight and slid it back to where it belongs.

"Remus, how many times do I have to tell you not to throw stuff at me when I'm dealing with weights? Seventy million billion? You can't do that! I need to get stronger, and injuring myself doesn't make that happen!"

"Okay whatever Mister Talented. But for the record you don't need to be stronger. You're literally good at everything you do. Oh, and your boyfriend called saying he wanted to see you before the dance show thingy or whatever you do tonight. He said whenever you're done go to the park at the center of the neighborhood. Have fun fucking~!"

Remus was always so gross about his boyfriend. All Remus could think about when he saw people in a relationship was who tops. Well, that's his brother for you. He ran back inside, slamming the door behind him and letting a burp rip like nobody in the world could hear him, then laughing about it. His brother was so obnoxious and gross! But what could roam  do but love him? He does have his good points... sometimes... anyway he needed to get to Patton at the park. If his boyfriend wanted to see him then he is going to go see his boyfriend!

Roman wipes his brow with his shirt he just took off, his scar from top surgery about a year ago still apparent as ever. He sprayed himself down with some deodorant, then with some axe body spray for good measure. Nothing smells more like a boy's locker room than a bottle of axe. Roman wouldn't know because his freaking school still makes him use the girl's locker room for dance class and puts him in with the girls. Roman ignored the singular chip in his left ring finger's nail and downed half that bottle of water before throwing on a new, clean shirt and running to the park at the center of the neighborhood. 

He makes it there in almost record time, maybe .437 off of his fastest time he rushed to the park after Patton gave him the call. He saw Patton swinging lightly on the swing, staring st the mulch beneath his feet. The second he saw his boyfriend his face lit up and he jumped out of his seat, nearly tackling Roman into the grass with the force of his bear hug.

"Roman! You came! I love you!"

"Patton! I came! I love you too!"

Yes, they were that couple. The dorky one that makes others puke at how adorable they are. Virgil reminds them both of that every time they see the Royality couple. Does that count as a fourth wall break? Whatever. Asking if it's a fourth wall break is a fourth wall break enough. We stan breaking the fourth wall here. Patton kept his hands inside of Roman's smiling wide. Roman always hated how Patton was taller than him, but he's never gonna grow much anyway. He was cursed with fun sized-ness. 

"I know you have a performance later, but I thought we could have a little time out together. Just us. No Virgil, no Logan, no Dee, no Remus. I know how much you value alone time."

Roman nodded, allowing Patton to take him by the hand and lead him to the playground equipment. There were slides and playground phones and a fireman's pole and a squiggly pole and it was your standard playground that you'd normally find at a younger kid's school. Roman felt fatigued from his workout, but he would always have time for Patton. Besides, they'd probably just hang out on the playground, sitting and talking and maybe cuddling while listening to Patton's Cavetown and Dodie playlist. While Roman liked Kpop and upbeat music, Patton was into the more laid back musics.

Roman sat down next to Patton and was sconfused to what he wanted. Roman just noticed the man-purse Patton wore. Patton took Roman's hands and spread the fingers slightly apart, digging in his bag for something. Patton took out a small bottle of glittery red nail polish. How did he know Roman chipped his nails or whatever? Patton was a magical boy and nothing will ever convince him otherwise.

"Let me guess, you magically knew somehow that I'd chip a nail and you wanted to help me by fixing it? Nah, that's too Disney-Esque. You probably just wanted to paint my nails, didn't you? You're an angel."

Patton giggled softly under his breath, unscrewing the tap and taking the brush. He started with Roman's Left hand, knowing that was his dominant hand. Roman took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There was no breeze and the sunshine was really nice. He opened his eyes and watched Patton quietly work on Roman's nails, happy to spend time with him. His freckles were little sunkisses on his face and his hair was all messy, he didn't even bother brushing it. He wore a yellow tank top and some light gray sweatpants and his glasses were falling off his face. Roman went ahead and pressed them back onto his nose for him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Roman!"

And nothing would ever really change that.

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Yeah this sucks I'm really sorry.

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~Eva/Rem