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hufflepuff-deceit:

Summary: Day 1, Snow. Fluff and banter

Pairing: Roceit, side Dukexiety*

CW: none. it’s just fluff

Word Count: 978

*note: it’s dukexiety. side dukexiety. my bad

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Hey winter? Yeah. You. The season of snow and ice and cold and cold and cold? Where even layers and layers of coats and hoodies and jackets that made men and women look like oversized clothing racks did nothing to keep warm? Winter. That winter. This winter. Fuck you. Fuck you with a rusty shovel. Fuck you with the force of a thousand fucking burning suns hurtling down from the heavens. May your apples be rotten and your sins too numerous to count.

If only Damian’s complaining did anything. See, he can bitch and moan and complain all he wanted, but he’s not a fucking magician. He’s not a witch and he’s not a god. The one time, the one time snow decided to grace Satan’s asscrack known as Florida, it was when Damian was outside. In nothing but a thin cotton long-sleeve shirt and jeans. Jeans. JEANS. Cotton denim jeans.

“Fuck you winter,” Damian muttered balefully under his breath. A puff of white came from his lips when he breathed out.

He should have worn a coat.

A snowball narrowly missed his face.

“Aw shit I missed!” Lamented Roman. He immediately began trying to make another snowball.

“Roman I swear if that hits me I will banish you to sleep on the couch for the rest of the month!”

Roman pouted. Virgil, thankfully, has a heart hidden underneath all his makeup and offered Damian his jacket. It just proved that when push comes to shove, one’s boyfriend will attempt to throw a ball of snow at your shivering face while one’s best friend will still begrudgingly give you warmth and comfort even if it meant that the whole street had to see his shirt.

I’m emo but in a Gerard Way. White text on black print. “Charming shirt, Virgil,” Damian couldn’t help but remark.

“Listen. You can shut your mouth or I can have my jacket back.”

Damian rolled his eyes. Guess he’ll stay quiet.

He directed his next sentence to Roman. His boyfriend. Who was ignoring Damian in favour of trying to pummel his brother Remus with snow. “Darling, can you tell me again why we’re out here in the freezing snow instead of spending the day inside where it’s warm? It’s movie night and I’m sure your brother and his boyfriend-” Virgil flushed, “-didn’t drive all this way for… whatever this is.”

Roman tangled his and Remus’ feet together and knocked them both off balance. Remus fell face first into the snow and had his entire face covered. Roman, as the mature adult he was, hollered in victory and left his brother on the street to try and curry favour with Damian. Who was, by the way, still cold. Virgil was ridiculously tall and Damian looked like a damn hobbit next to him, but his jeans were still thin as shit and the weather was still cold as shit.

No amount of Roman’s puppy-dog eyes could convince Damian to stay outside a minute longer. “It rarely snows in Florida.” Roman sidled up on the porch where Damian was seated. Their shoulders brushed and even though Roman had been frolicking in the snow, he was warm. Unfairly warm. “Remus and I used to throw powder in our room as children and pretend that it was snow. Now that opportunity has presented itself to me, it’s like a dream come true.” Fuck Roman’s insane ability to make Damian fucking melt. Fuck it. It’s almost as bad as winter.

Sitting beside Remus, who was still lying in the middle of the street like a heathen, Virgil threw him a smirk and mouthed ‘You are so whipped.’ Bitch.

“Since a dream just landed in my lap, I decided to reach for that dream. Grab it tight. Make it come true.”

“You’re quoting the main villain from Coco.”

Roman laughed and goddammit Damian was smiling too. “Not really. Well, I kind of am, but I’m quoting you, Dee.”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Roman, please. When have I ever said anything like that?”

“When you told me to pursue that callback even if it meant missing out on Pat and Lo’s wedding.” Damian remembered. Logan wasn’t upset that Roman hadn’t been able to attend. Patton was a little bummed out, but after seeing Roman with a beaming smile on his face at landing the role, Patton just showered him with praises and congratulations and completely forgot about Roman’s absence.

Roman had good friends. Damian found himself smiling. “You’re spending too much time with me,” Damian grumbled good-naturedly and placed a gentle kiss on Roman’s cheek. Damian was the one who usually cajoled and bargained his way to movie night choice or an extra few hours in bed. “Manipulating people is a good look for you Roman. Keep doing it.” Roman’s smile widened and he pressed another kiss to Damian’s cheek.

“You’re the best.”

“I know.” Damian remained on the porch and as Roman tackled his brother and started shoveling snow down Remus’ shirt. Remus retaliated with a well-placed snowball to Roman’s face. Both brothers descended into an impromptu wrestling match, kicking snow at each other and trying to shove the other down onto the ground. Damian stayed out of it and simply enjoyed the view.

Virgil, the little shit that he was, gathered up snow in his hands. While Roman was distracted fending off Remus’ relentless assault, Virgil dumped the snow in his pants. Roman’s yelling made Dot from across the street peek her head out of the window.

“Et tu, Virgil?” Roman cried in affront, jumping around and trying to dislodge the snow from his pants. “How could you!?” Remus dunked a huge snowball onto Roman’s head, and Damian’s boyfriend was covered head to toe in white, looking like an angry little cat.

It’s still cold as shit, and Damian still hated winter.

But maybe the snow wasn’t so bad.

They’re babey and I love them. Also the shade with that callback!! Oh yes!!

I love me some soft roceit :3