Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/13467222. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: Multi Fandom: Thomas_Sanders, Sanders_Sides, Video_Blogging_RPF Relationship: Roman_Sanders/Virgil_Sanders, Logan_Sanders_/_Patton_Sanders, Thomas Sanders/Thomas_Sanders_(Video_Blogging_RPF) Character: Morality|_Patton_Sanders, Logic_|_Logan_Sanders_-_Character, Anxiety| Virgil_Sanders, Princey_|_Roman_Sanders, Thomas_Sanders_-_Character Additional Tags: a/b/o_dynamics, Omegaverse, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, no_smut_in_the_first few_chapters, Long-Distance_Relationship, Not_for_long_tho, Romans_an Omega_that_looks_like_an_alpha, Virgils_a_beta, Patton_is_an_Omega, smut tags_to_be_added_soon, male_pregnancy_is_possible_but_not_really mentioned, first_chapter_is_EXTREMELY_short, ill_upload_chapter_2 tomorrow_to_make_up_for_it, all_chapters_should_be_over_1k_words_long, Changed:_Logans_an_alpha_that_acts_like_a_beta, shy_bean Stats: Published: 2018-01-24 Updated: 2018-03-16 Chapters: 4/? Words: 3785 ****** This is Fantastic! ****** by XxunsocialBxtchxX Summary "Roman, honey, I got your snac-" Her sentence died on her lips and Roman seized up, head snapping toward her and his eyes wide, clutching a towel tightly. Mom took in the scene in front of her as his Dad walked by, his face scrunched up. "Donna, what's that awful smell?"   Alternatively Known As: Roman is an omega-in-denial, Virgil needs ticket money, Logan has ticket money, and Patton is a supportive butterfly. Notes Dunno how long this chapter is? Very short   Updating schedule: once a week, but ill post chapter 2 tomorrow to make up for the short prologue. See the end of the work for more notes ***** Prologue ***** To say Roman was pissed was an understatement. He's absolutely furious. He glared angrily at the mess of blankets and pillows on his bed, twitching hard with and itch to arrange everything to suit his tastes perfectly, but resisting the urge to do so. He had just put on some music and began cleaning the house while his family was gone, until he picked up a fallen blanket from the couch, which led to this one hateful moment. This had to be a mistake. Roman was taller than most Alphas, he was built well, his family is just a pack of betas and alphas, which meant he had to be one too, right? Right? Yes. Of course. He was just about to start shoving the towels he'd gathered into his closet when his Mom walked in with a grocery bag that included snacks for his theatre party being thrown on Friday. "Roman, honey, I got your snac-" Her sentence died on her lips and Roman seized up, head snapping toward her and his eyes wide, clutching a towel tightly. Mom took in the scene in front of her as his Dad walked by, his face scrunched up. "Donna, what's that awful smell?" "Mother- I can explain!" "Chris, sweetheart, go back to the store and buy lots of water and fatty foods, okay?" Mom said sweetly, handing her confused husband the keys and giggling at his dawning look of realization. He scrambled out of the house nervously as Roman started shoving all the towels in his closet. "There is no need for that mother, because nothing is going on." Roman huffed, freezing when Donnas hand gently touched his wrist. "Nonsense." Roman looked down as his mother smiled gently up at him, giving his wrist a reasurring squeeze. "Here, hun, let me help." |||||||||…||||||||| "Hey, Virge?" "What, Pat?" "Have you heard from Roman? He's been absent for three days and I figured he would have talked to you." Virgil sleepily looked at his alarm clock, which read that it was 6 in the afternoon for him, and 4 in the afternoon for Patton. "Sorry Pat, I haven't. I was just gonna ask you the same question." He murmured, concern washing over him as he shot a text to Roman, despite having done that for the past few days. He thought maybe Roman had been busy studying and taking tests or stacking rehearsals for his upcoming play and football game for marching band. Patton made a worried noise over the phone. "Virge I'm like.... super duper worried." He said nervously. Virgil sighed and rubbed his temples.  He moved at the beginning of high school from Roman and Pattons small town to a bigger town for his Dads job. He hasn't seen the others in two years. "Maybe you should go visit him, Pat. You two still live near each other, right?" He suggested, rolling his eyes fondly at Pattons excited gasp. "Oh my goodness, you're so smart! Yeah, I'll do that right now!" He exclaimed. Virgil snickered when he heard a loud thump and Patton whining softly in pain. "So proud of you." Virgil deadpanned, scribbling down another answer to a math problem. "I know! Me too!" Patton giggled, and Virgil heard him close a door. "Well, I'll make sure to call you back when I get an answer! See you kiddo, don't procrastinate too much!" Pat scolded. Virgil smirked and kicked his feet up on his computer desk. "No promises, dude. See ya." He smiled at Pattons bubbly laugh and hung up the call, tossing his pencil in his trashcan and throwing himself on his bed. He really hoped Roman was okay. For now though, its time to beg Logan to let him copy his homework tomorrow. ***** Chapter 2 ***** Chapter Summary He was Roman, after all. Brave young 16 year old with a passion for theatre, he won't let no petty heat defeat him. He still thought this an hour later, even while squirming on the bed and rubbing his thighs together, trying to not give in. Chapter Notes Chapter Warnings: slight NSFW at the end. See the end of the chapter for more notes Whatever Patton had been expecting, the definately wasn't expecting.... this. He had reached Romans house in hopes to talk to him, but as soon as he was on the doorstep, he knew what was wrong. A very strong scent of feminine perfume and citrus wafted at a mile away from Romans house. Patton bit his lip, looking around to see if any alphas were near.  'Roman? An omega?' His thoughts were interrupted by a strong hand grabbing his wrist and dragging him inside the house quickly, and Patton couldn't muffle his startled squeak as his fear skyrocketed. "Patton, please calm down, tis only I." Roman said frantically, the sound of his voice making Patton relax immediately. "Roman! I was worried sick about you! Don't you dare keep these important things to yourself, mister!" Patton scolded, smacking his arm, getting a hiss in retaliation from the taller male. "It smells really weird in here, are you going in heat?" Romans face turned beet red. "Seems so." He cleared his throat, not quite happy at having to admit something so...personal and upsetting. He didn't even want to admit it to himself either.  "I have a migraine, my body is quite sore, and I have the most annoying instinct to pick at every little detail in the house to make it perfect." He said, eyeing Pattons uneven cardigan that was rumpled from when he was dragged in. Patton giggled at that and allowed him to fix it.  "That sounds really sucky." "Oh believe me, Pat, it's quite sucky." "I hope I never go through that!" Patton winced. "It sounds bothersome! I don't know what I'd do if that happened to me. Especially since your heat, from what Logans told me, is gonna be harder without your mate around." Patton looked very proud of himself for having picked something up from Logans little lectures. Roman frowned. "Yeah. I always skip over his messages. They're too long." He stuck out his tongue, before his face turned red and he nearly toppled over, a wave of anxiety suddenly gripping at his heart with ice cold fingers. "Oh my goodness gracious, I can't even-" "Ro?"  "I'm fine Patton." "Oh no you don't, I think you should lay down. I can tell when someone's not fine. I'll call Virgil and find a way to bring him over here. Are you comfortable with that?" A nod. "Great! Now get some rest kiddo, I'll text you later." Roman winced as he watched Patton exit the house.  "Ugh, I want to die." =============================================================================== "He's a what now?" "An omega! And he needs you right now Virge, pleaaase?" Virgil rubbed his temples. Though he couldn't see the elder, he's no doubt pouting right now. Virgil felt awful, he's too broke to afford a plane ticket to California, and he definately couldn't afford one back. He mulled over his options, before realizing something. "You said you went into his house." "Yup!" "Like... inside?" "Absolutely!" "You also said a student at school told you that your scent is one of an omega." "Well, yes, but they were trying to be mean. I don't see how-" "Dammit, Patton. Omegas are triggered into their first few heats by being near other omegas in their preheat stages. I'm not really changing the subject, but don't you go and try to convince me to go over there. You should be talking to Logan." Virgil can practically feel Pattons blush over the phone. Patton sputtered. "Logan and I aren't like that!" He cried indignantly. "Stop changing the topic!"  Virge sighed. "Look. I'll see what I can do. I promise." He muttered, wincing at Pattons excited squeal. "Yay! Okay, bye kiddo, don't forget to eat dinner!" "No promises." He cracked a smile at hearing Patton giggle, before hanging up. As soon as he hung up though, he clicked on another contact. Now or never, he thought nervously. =============================================================================== God, was it warm in the house, or was it just him? Roman wasn't feeling particularly fancy, refusing to go to his room until he found some medicine for his aching stomach. This proved to be fruitless, however, and was soon faced with the task of opening the door to his.... nest. He didn't like being an omega, and he just presented today. He shed his itchy clothes and locked his door, before crawling into the secure space and immediately relaxing. He brought the blankets over his body and snuggled into his pillow, holding one tightly over his stomach. It was hot, and he was itching all over. But he could do it. He was Roman, after all. Brave young 16 year old with a passion for theatre, he won't let no petty heat defeat him. He still thought this an hour later, even while squirming on the bed and rubbing his thighs together, trying to not give in. He tried to think this even when sudden wave of prickling warmth rocked through his body. Stubbornly, he grit his teeth and bared his throat to no one, gently rocking onto the pillow that suddenly made its way from his stomach to his legs. "Don't give in." He muttered, trying desperately to keep his voice quiet and level. Another heat wave crashed into him, more unbearable than before, causing a startled whine to rip from his throat as his body convulsed. His phone suddenly started ringing, and he only answered it because of the caller ID. "Roman?" The muffled voice was low and rumbling, a familiar sense of comfort that Roman accepted with open arms. Concern was laced in it though, something that he didn't hear a lot. "You doing okay, princey?" Roman let out a strangled gasp, sitting up slowly and twitching hard, rocking into the pillow between his legs. He bared his throat to the empty room, but tried gaining his composure. "Peachy." He managed to stutter out, setting the phone to speaker. "Roman, let's try a little something, yeah? Patton told me what happened, I'm here to help." Roman acted on impulse. "Whatever you want." He panted, cursing himself for sounding so breathless. Usually, it's the other way around. "Want to feel good?" Virgil asked softly, a touch of shyness to his voice. Roman whined. "God, yes." He groaned, and Virgil turned beet red on the other end of the line. "Good... now here's what you gotta do..." Chapter End Notes Errors? Please tell me o: ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Summary "Salutations, Virgil." He spoke calmly. He dug into his pocket. "I heard from Patton that you found yourself in a troubling situation." Virgil immediately cringed. "I hope he didn't tell you to come psychoanalize me-" His eyes widened, seeing Logan hold up two slips of paper. "You didn't." "Indeed I did, Virgil." Chapter Notes I meant to save this chapter for next week.... oops? CHAPTER WARNINGS: nsfw, ending is slightly rushed. See the end of the chapter for more notes "Good... now here's what you gotta do..." Virgil was nervous as all hell. He's never done anything like this before, but if it helps Roman, the he will do it in a heart beat. "Hang up, and video call me on skype." He instructed, opening the app on his laptop. He heard the beep of the phone hanging up, and set down his phone. He tapped on his desk nervously, squirming a bit ij his seat. His screen went blue before showing Romans Skype profile picture, the brightness making his eyes hurt. He hissed softly and clicked answer, before busying himself with turning on his video camera. He hummed in triumph when it connected, before looking at Roman. His heart stopped. Roman looked... he looked absolutely delectable in the cheesiest of ways. His hair was mussed up, and he was shirtless. A pretty pink flush went from the tips of Romans ears down past his collarbones, and his lips were red and wet from biting at them. It was like one of those scenes from Virgils favorite romance books, so unbelievable and perfect that it just couldn't be true in real life. Virgil flushed and shrugged off his sweater, feeling a little warm. "How are you feeling, Roman?" He asked softly, watching Roman set the laptop on the dresser a few feet from his bed. From here he could see every inch of Roman, watch his muscles flex as he convulsed from occasional heat waves. It was one of the hottest things Virgil witnessed. "This s-sucks ass Virge." Roman panted, making Virgil chuckle. Of course, only Roman can be witty while in the middle of heat. He went quiet as Roman suddenly gripped onto the pillow between his legs and shuddered hard, grinding against it. "F-Fuck!" Roman whimpered, struggling to gain his composure. He's not going to give in to his heat, he's stronger than his hormones. He relaxed at the sound of Virgils soothing deep voice calming him down, cursing his hormones for making him suddenly ache with lonlieness. Roman laughed wetly, fanning his face in a way only he can pull off. Virgils face showed such concern, and Roman took in the beauty of it to help ease his nerves. Pierced lip, his eyebrow piercings and his angsty skull earring that Roman teased when he first got it. His purple hair and his gentle brown eyes, it all just made Roman fall in love all over again. "You okay, Ro?" Virgil repeated, and Roman nodded quickly. "Sorry, Virge, my moods like.... everywhere." Roman chuckled. Virgil offered Roman a rare smile, watching Romans strong persona crumble. "I wish you were here." "God. I do too." Roman frowned gently before being reminded of his situation at hand, still painfully hard and feeling strangely empty. He made eye contact with Virgil over the screen, leaning against his headboard and and spreading his legs. "Then help me." Virgils expression twisted into one of confusion,before he caught on. "What do you need help with, Princey?" "Help me forget." Roman answered huskily, smiling in anticipation when Virgil smirked devilishly. "Anything for you, Ro. Just do as I say." Roman shuddered, resisting the urge to close his legs and rub his thighs together to give himself some pleasure. He watched Virgil adjust himself on his seat through hazy eyes, able to see Virgil fully now that he scooted away from his computer desk a bit. His senses sharpened a bit when he watched Virgil unzip his jeans, palming his cock through his boxers. Romans mouth watered, and he squirmed a bit as he watched. "Strip, Ro." Roman immediately complied, yanking off his breifs and tossing them somewhere, feeling the prick of the cold air against the slickness of his thighs. Virgil bit his lip, and Roman relished in his mates hungry gaze trailing over his body. "Virge..." Roman whined, getting Virgils attention. Virgil flushed, and flashed Roman an apologetic grin. "Sorry. You're just really beautiful." He said, searching his mind for every cheesy thing he could say. Roman was all into cheesy compliments and pick up lines, it was endearing. Roman pouted, before feeling the tingles that came before a heat wave. He braced himself, before moaning loudly as the wave of arousal rocked him to his very core. His hips bucked into nothing, more slick dribbling out his taint, ready for penetration. He heard Virgil groan as rode it out, panting. "You can touch yourself now, Roman." Virgil said gently, pulling his length out of his boxers and stroking himself. He bit his lip, watching Roman adjust himself on the bed. Romans hand immediately pressed against his entrance, shuddering as the touch sent tingles up his spine. He made sure to maintain eye contact with Virgil, before pressing two fingers in up to the knuckle. He and Virgil groaned in unison, and Roman immediately set to thrusting his fingers vigorously. Virgil watched Roman arch, knowing Roman found his prostate. This was all going by so quickly, and Virgil hardly found the energy to care. Virgil pumped his cock in time with Romans fingers, panting softly and loving Romans mewls of pleasure. "I want to see you get off on just your hand, don't touch your dick." He ordered, drinking in Romans needy moan and watching him jam another finger in along with the first two. Virgil felt himself get close, leaning forward in his seat to see Roman cum. Roman arched and keened, body shaking as he came harder than he ever had before. He heard Virgil whine softly and saw Virgils pale hand painted with his release. Roman shuddered and twitched, removing his fingers and panting softly. Virgil cleaned himself up, wishing he was there to run a warm rag over Romans no doubt sore muscles. He chuckled when he realized the elder had fallen asleep. "Goodnight, Roman." He whispered, turning off the video call and jumping when he heard his doorbell ring three times. He grumbled and made sure he looked presentable before opening the door, having to look up to see who exactly was at his door. "Logan?" Logan turned around, having gotten distracted by observing a cat around the corner. "Salutations, Virgil." He spoke calmly. He dug into his pocket. "I heard from Patton that you found yourself in a troubling situation." Virgil immediately cringed. "I hope he didn't tell you to come psychoanalize me-" His eyes widened, seeing Logan hold up two slips of paper. "You didn't." "Indeed I did, Virgil." Chapter End Notes Errors? Please inform! ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Summary Logan despises emotions, but he and Virgil are practically brothers. They've comforted each other and stuck by each others side. Right now Virgil needed to be reassured that everything is going to be okay, and Logan is great at reassuring Virgil. Chapter Notes I am going through the story and editing things, so the wording is good and nothing is too rushed! Apology: I haven't update much, I've gotten distracted! But hopefully ill set a good schedule! Enjoy! Logan Sides absolutely despises airports. The people, the smell, the constant chatter, he dislikes it all the same. He doesn't know why he even decided to tag along, but here he was, holding onto his ticket in a line while ready to board a no doubt cramped and stuffy plane. He heard Virgil chuckle at him and shot him a spiteful scowl. "Relax, Logan. You're scaring everyone around us." Upon hearing that, Logan raised an eyebrow and looked around, noticing fearful omegas and betas that had stepped back a resonable amount upon smelling the waves of hate and annoyance emitting from the tall alpha. He attempted to relax, handing over his ticket to be scanned and following Virgil into the plane. "And you'd think I would be the one who despises airports." Virgil commented, shoving his small bag into the handy compartment above their seats. Logan shoved his bag in as well, sighing heavily and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Virgil?" "Huh?" Virgil sat down, not looking up from his poetry book. "Shut up." -------------- A long plane ride and a pack of peanuts later, the pair were off and checked into their hotel. Logan collapsed onto the fluffy sheets, groaning and shoving his face into the pillows. Virgil was running around the room, nervously getting ready to meet his mate. Virgil was more of a lower ranking Beta, hence his more Omega like traits when distressed or nervous. Right now, it was annoying the exhausted Alpha on the bed. Logan sat up, glasses askew and a sigh escaping his lips for the thousandth time that day. He watched Virgil tug on a pair of ripped jeans, hopping around the room as he tried to get his leg through the pants and not the rips. "Virgil. I am going to repeat your advice from earlier; Relax. You don't need to dress up so much, we both know your clothes will not matter under these circumstances." "Still, Logan. It's been ages since we've seen each other face to face, what if I've suddenly become unattractive in his books? I mean, I'm always unattractive, but at least he likes my unattractive-ness." "That is not a word-" "Oh my god, what if my dick's not good enough to satisfy him?" "Virgil-" "That's gonna be so embarrassing!" "Vir-" "Nope, pack up, we're going back home-" "Virgil Thompson you listen to me right now!" Virgil immediately obeyed, but his silver eyes were wide and his scent radiated anxiety. Logan gently clicked his tongue, tempting the beta to walk forward and sit beside him. Logan despises emotions, but he and Virgil are practically brothers. They've comforted each other and stuck by each others side. Right now Virgil needed to be reassured that everything is going to be okay, and Logan is great at reassuring Virgil. He wrapped his arms tight around the shorter male and pressed Virgils head against his chest, a low and comforting croon rumbling from deep in his chest. Virgil hugged back, resting his cheek against Logans  chest and breathing in his scent. 'Calm. Logan is calm. Friend, Logan is friend. Friends are calm. Logan is calm.' Virgil thought, his mind translating the scent into words. Logan began to speak, voice low and comforting. "Everything is going to be fine, Virgil. You and Roman love each other very much, I guarantee tomorrow you will be messaging me about how you've, 'gotten laid while I'm still a virgin.'" Logan said, making Virgil giggle slightly. He smirked and gently let go when Virgil squirmed a bit. "Are you ready to leave now?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at Virgil. The beta took a deep breath and nodded, shoving his wallet in his pocket. Logan nodded slightly and stood up, grabbing the keys to their rental car. "Very well." ------------- Virgil was right, Patton thought while running around his house in search of blankets and extra pillows. During that call three days ago, he had told him that Patton may be an Omega and that his heat will probably be triggered by Romans own. Patton wasn't hoping on being an omega, but here he was, desperately trying to make a nest before his heat hit full force. His legs were already shaking though, and he didn't have much time. The omegas in his family had irregular heats, and every time they hit, they hit hard. Patton doesn't know anything about heats, he never paid attention in class. He just knows that they happen four times a year if you had regular ones and that you can't go through it healthily without anyone there to help you stay hydrated and fed. His parents were never home anymore,however. He had to take care of himself. It's okay though, he has been doing it for years by now. Soon he had finished his nest and was ready to go to the kitchen to collect food and water to stash by his bed, before his breath hitched and his legs buckled. He collapsed on the floor, free hand gripping onto his sheets like a lifeline as he tried to keep calm through a heat wave. He was left gasping, struggling to stand up so he could lock the front door. He shakily stood up, stumbling to the living room and barely managing to lock it right when someone knocked on his window. With a frightened squeak, he locked the back door and dashed to his room, locking that door as well. Fear gripped at his heart with cold hands as he lost his footing and tripped, landing just next to his bed. Unable to find the energy to shut his curtains for a more dark and secure feeling in his room, or even stand up for the matter, he wiggled out of his shorts and tucked himself under the bed as much as he could. He curled into himself, tears dripping down his cheeks as he let out a loud moan through another heat wave. He doesn't know what's going on, it's scary. He wishes his parents were home. But it's okay, they wouldn't have done anything anyway. End Notes grammar errors? please report!   thenk Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!