Wanna Dance with Somebody; ficlet
Title: Wanna Dance With Somebody
Word Count: 875 (ficlet)
Summary: Thomas is listening to music, so Roman teaches Logan and Virgil to dance. Patton is surprising. PolyamLAMP/CALM.
Warnings: pretty (read: SUPER) fluffy. This is just lots of happiness and fluff, tbh.
A/N: I sat down to do some vent writing (ready to write out frustration and angst) and turned on the Love, Simon soundtrack. Whitney Houston came on. This fic happened instead. Haha ^u^ Recommend listening to the song while reading, but totally up to you. I certainly listened while writing this short little ficlet. Usually wouldn’t tag for a ficlet but this was just a lot of fun to write, so I thought I’d spread some happy around. Hope you all don’t mind, and super duper sorry for anyone who might be disappointed this isn’t a one-shot. :/ Wasn’t really edited much, and all mistakes are mine.
Tags: @helloisthisusernametaken, @ren-allen, @lizaelsparrow, @princelogical, @creativenostalgiastuff, @random-pianist, @ravenclawicecream, @erlenmeyertrash, @milomeepit, @at-least-seven-pretty-potatoes, @rileyfirstname, @pinkeasteregg, @sassy-in-glasses, @vigilantvirgil, @generalfandomfabulousness, @lacrimosathedark, @thepoolofthedead, @heir-of-the-founders, @yourworstnightmare999, @artistictaurean
“Is Thomas really listening to this again?” Logan sighs as the sound of music floods the Mindscape. He’s sitting by the window, a book propped open in his lap. Virgil was sitting on the arm of the couch with his hood pulled up over his head, scrolling through Tumblr on his phone.
Patton smiles from his place in the arm chair. “It makes him happy, Logan!”
Roman strides into the room from where he’d been making tea in the kitchen. Virgil arches an eyebrow when he realizes that the Prince has effortlessly utilized a step-slide-step-slide foot pattern to the rhythm of the music as he makes his way across the room. Patton giggles.
“Princey,” Virgil says slowly as Roman’s gaze seems to zero in on him. “What are you—“
Roman grabs his hand and pulls him to his feet. Virgil yelps in surprise, tossing his phone to the couch as the Creative Side grabs his other hand and starts swaying to the beat. Roman’s mouth moves along with the words as he dances Virgil around the room. In, out, left, right…
“Just relax and follow the music, Virge,” Roman tells him, his voice suddenly soft and reassuring. Before Virgil is even fully aware of what his feet are doing, Roman spins him under his arm.
Roman laughs fondly—not mocking, Virgil is learning to tell the difference—and dances the Anxious Side around the room. He spins with Virgil this time under their arms without letting go of his hands. Roman’s still mouthing the words. His eyes have a bright, affectionate twinkle as he looks at Virgil. The Anxious Side feels his cheeks heat up.
“Roman, where did you learn to dance?” Logan asks. Roman spins Virgil out, then turns to the Logical Side.
“Would you like to learn, Calculator Watch?”
“Too late! You’re doing it.” The Creative Side grabs his hand before he can protest and pulled him scrambling out of the seat by the window. The book in his lap falls unceremoniously to the floor. Virgil trips a little as he backs out of the way, unable to help the snort of laughter that bubbles up from Logan’s surprised face—glasses slightly askew on his nose from being yanked out of his seat—as Roman dances him around the room much as he had with Virgil.
Logan looks down at their feet almost immediately, and Roman lets go of his hand and brings a finger under his chin, tilting the Logical Side’s gaze back up to his own. The corner of Virgil’s mouth tugs upwards at the look of love shining so brightly in both of their eyes.
“Just trust me, Lo,” Roman tells him with the same soft reassurance he’d used with Virgil. “I’ll lead.”
Wordlessly, Logan nods. Roman spins him out, catches him, and spins him back. Grabs both of his hands, pulls him in, pushes him out… Roman is grinning. Virgil can’t help the small smile that pulls at his own mouth at watching the two: Roman having the time of his life, Logan looking completely swept away for a moment.
After a long moment of dancing around the room, Roman sends Logan stumbling right into Virgil. The Anxious Side catches him before he falls over himself, laughing. Logan adjusts the frame of his glasses as he rights himself. He gives Roman a dry look, but there’s more humor than malice in it, and Roman simply winks at him before extending a hand to Patton—who had been watching, amused, from his place in the chair.
Patton grins brightly at him and jumps to his feet, taking Roman’s hand. Roman pulls him closer, and the two fall effortlessly into sync. They sway side to side, duck and spin, and it’s faintly dizzying to watch but Virgil can’t look away. Patton effortlessly follows Roman’s lead, but also seems to wordlessly take the lead himself and spins Roman around the room just as much. The two of them are both smiling brightly.
Virgil doesn’t take his eyes off of the two of them even as he leans over to Logan and asks quietly, “Did you know Patton could dance?” Logan lifts a shoulder and wordlessly shakes his head, seemingly equally mesmerized.
Patton seems to hear him and laughs without breaking beat with Roman.
“Who do you think taught Princey, Virge?”