Don't despair, dear readers, my lack of updating doesn't mean I have deceased.

A Patton x Roman. They haven't had that much scenes together, but this couple is actually very cute. It's platonic with implied romance.

Do remember that I have my own definitions of mages, warlocks, witches ect.

Those who aren't familiar with Steven Universe, fusion is when two or more characters combine or 'fuse' together and form a whole other being, with mixed attributes of each person.

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Patton hummed along with the soothing notes of music that drifted around in the air. He was sprawled out on the soft, cream coloured carpet with a slight yellow tint, paging through a photo album of Thomas. His corner of Thomas's mind, or his room, was pleasantly warm, feeling as if rays of sunlight were caressing his skin.

Patton looked up. The soft knock on his door was followed by a well-dressed Roman, a sword strapped to his side.

He smiled cheekily at the lazing figure. "Greetings, my dearest Patton."

"Hey, Roman!" He beamed up at the prince. "What brings you here?"

Roman rubbed the back of his neck. "My creative ideas have been absent lately. Not that I couldn't have come up with them, but dear Thomas, sweet, hardworking Thomas, has been so tired lately."

Roman waved his hand through the air. "I was hoping you would assist me."

Patton stood up. "Of course, Ro! I'd love to. What did you have in mind?"

"I thought we could venture through my room for some brainstorming," Roman proposed.

"Sounds like a plan!" Patton took his outstretched arm and they sunk out to Roman's room.

They landed on the lush fields with a plop, the breeze ruffling their hair and the grass of the hilltop on which they were standing. Patton marvelled at the glittering lake, a figure of an enormous creature lurking at the bottom. The sun was peeping from behind the peaks of the mountains in the distance, reflecting off Patton's glasses.

A group of little mages were playing tag to their right, making spurts of water or tiny gusts of wind to stop each other from tagging them. A teenage mage was sitting cross-legged a distance away, curling her hands around a ball of flame that she held in her lap.

Patton turned around, greeted by a forest of evergreen plants. An old couple, a witch and wizard, were strolling through the woods and collecting herbs for their potions.

"This way, my dear Patton! Let's go meet up with my subjects at my castle."

Patton turned to face Roman and they walked towards the towering stone castle. Hoards of people were crowded around rickety stalls and dancing to music in the town square. As they neared the crowds, a little boy with a tooth gap and painted face ran up to them.

"Look, Prince Roman! I'm gon'a train and be 's strong and brave 's you!" The boy exclaimed, waving his plastic sword.

Roman crouched down. "Train hard, my dear boy. You'll make a fine knight one day."

Roman ruffled his hair the boy scampered off with a grin. Patton smiled as the walked over to the wooden stalls.

A hooded man was paying for the ingredients he bought from the witch's stall. He pocketed a handful of pink crystals and held up a bottle with sparkling purple powder. Uncorking the bottle, he poured a handful of the purple powder into his palm and put the bottle in his pocket.

As the man turned to walk away, Patton saw a glimpse of the swirling black tattoos that covered his neck and parts of his face. Patton swore he had seen orange eyes before a cloud of purple dust engulfed them. Roman and Patton coughed as they tried to wave the cloud of powder away. Roman planted his hands on his hips.

"Hades, that warlock was rude. He could have gone without choking us with his fairy dust," Roman said, dusting his clothes off.

"Is it dangerous?" Patton asked worriedly.

"Nah, Warlocks are protectors. They mean no harm."

"Warlocks? Are they like the children we saw earlier?"

Roman shook his head. "No, there are different types of magic users. The children were mages- benders of the elements. They're very connected with life and nature. Mages usually hang around their own tribes, but are contacted if someone is seriously ill, being healers and all. "

Roman inspected a few of the potions and Patton followed.

"Then you have your witches and wizards. They're more into the knowledge and learning of magic. Potion making, ancient runes, astronomy, a few light spells and such. Most are considered the wise village consultant, but some prefer to be left alone."

"Then you have your warlocks and sorcerers. Unlike the previous types, it's not a power they naturally inherit.

"Warlocks take an oath and complete a ritual to gain their magic. When it's completed, they get tattoos with the traditional warlock symbols. Warlocks are invested in the spell side of magic, although they make potions that are a little darker than witches' and wizards'. Warlocks are our magical protectors and help out the Royal Guard if there's a threatening danger. "

Patton nodded as Roman spoke and continued to investigate more stalls.

"What kind of ritual do they have to complete?" Patton asked.

Roman laughed. "I don't know, Patt, I'm not a warlock. I guess some kind of blood bond."

"And the sorcerers?"

"Hmm? Oh right, sorcerers are magic users that received their magic from dark forces, like demons and alike. Whereas warlocks use their ancient magic for the benefit of the people, sorcerers' motives are purely selfish. They dive very far into the dark arts. "

They stopped at a colourful stall swarmed with children. A blonde girl with a braid beamed as her sword was handed to her. When she saw Roman, she gave a bow and sprinted away. A little dark-haired boy was putting bracelets on and has a crimson cape slung around his shoulders.

Roman smirked and snatched a headband with cat ears, plopping them onto Patton's head. The prince thought it made his companion even cuter than normal. Patton giggled and grabbed a plastic crown and plunked it onto Roman's curls. It looked like a golden halo on his head and he carried it with the pride of royalty.

Roman laughed and took a tiny brown sack out of his pocket. He opened it up and went to hand a few gold coins to the stall owner.

"Oh, no, no, Prince Roman, I couldn't. Please, it's on the house," the owner said, shaking their head.

"Now, what kind of Prince would that make me, just taking from my wonderful subjects," Roman replied, holding up a hand.

Roman dropped the coins on the stall counter and grinned at the owner. They smiled back, gratefully taking the money.

The Prince and his companion strolled through a few more stalls and came to a stop at the town square. The stone surface had a magnificent mural in the centre, an invincible castle with the sun setting behind it. A few people, mostly children, were dancing to the music that a live band was playing.

The gap-toothed boy with the plastic sword had grabbed the boy with the bracelets and crimson cape by the hand, pulling him into a dance. The blonde girl with the braid put her sword down, asking a shy, redheaded girl with a painted butterfly on her face if she wanted to join her on the dance floor. The shy girl nodded, smiling, and took her hand. The old witch and wizard they saw collecting herbs earlier were slowly swaying to the beat in the far corner.

Roman took Patton's hand, bowing as he asked, "May I have this dance, good sir?"

Patton inclined his head, laughing. "I'd be honoured, my Prince."

The moved to the centre of the gathering crowd, standing right on top of the impressive mural beneath them. Roman took Patton's hand in his, wrapping one arm around his waist. Patton rested his arm around Roman's neck.

The two of them started to copy the dancing crowd, waltzing to the growing beat. Everyone swayed together like they shared a single mind, a synchronized body.

Roman twirled his partner outward, connected only by their extended arms, and spun Patton back into his chest. The prince hugged Patton from behind as they continued dancing, smiling into his hair. The masses around them were all circling the duo at a fast pace, moving like the rings around a planet. Patton swirled back around until he faced Roman and held both his hands, spinning them in a circle.

Patton's cat-ears came off in the process, yet Roman's crown miraculously stayed on his head.

As the music came to an end, Roman pulled his companion to his chest, dipping him gracefully. Their foreheads touched as they stared into each other eyes, breathing heavily. Patton laughed gleefully and Roman followed suit.

An observer might have noticed a hooded figure with orange eyes and tattoos smile at the scene, before blinding white light swallowed the town square.

When the light faded, the villagers stood still and gawked at the person in the centre of the crowd. He was on his knees, looking disoriented.

The person in question was enormously tall, almost twice the length of an average man. He had a golden crown decorated with rubies perched on his curly brown hair, a pair of sharp, elegant black-rimmed glasses framing his equally brown eyes. A few freckles littered his nose and cheeks. He was clad in a white dress shirt with grey epaulettes, grey ripped jeans and high, red boots. A scarlet sash hung around his frame, a silver sword strapped to his side and a ruby cape slung over his shoulders.

The fusion shakily stood up, not quite knowing what happened. One minute he, they were dancing....there was light. Now he was here.

"Why am I, you--why are we on the ground?" The fusion muttered to himself.

He noticed all the townspeople ogling him. As if to set them at ease, he grinned and gave them a bow. The crowd cheered, thinking their prince and his companion had planned this. They carried on dancing as the fusion stumbled off into a darkened corner. The lanterns illumination the square weren't close enough to provide sufficient lighting.

He slouched against the cold cobblestone wall, not noticing the hooded figure until he spoke.

"It looks like it worked successfully, so what is it that plagues you, fusion?" The voice was higher than he anticipated.

The fusion straightened and looked at the warlock. "What do you mean 'it worked'? I didn't plan this."

Orange eyes stared at him from under the hood. It clicked into place. "You're the warlock that threw me, us with purple dust!"

The warlock lifted up his hood, showing a sharp, feminine face, revealing that he was actually a she. "That I did. Do not worry, it is not harmful. You still have the ability to unfuse if you wish."

"But, why?" The fusion went to run a hand through his hair, forgetting about his sharp crown, and pricked a finger on one point.

The warlock walked over and waved her hand over his pricked finger, healing the minimal injury. "It's a warlock's pledge not to reveal sacred information until it is critically needed. Do not fret, please, there is no danger afoot today."

The fusion sighed. "It just feels weird, you know. I'm a fusion. It feels like I jumped straight out of Steven Universe."

The warlock smiled, a dreadlock falling into her orange eyes. She grabbed both of his hands and cupped them in both of hers. "You are not one person and you are not two people. You are an experience. Make sure you're a good experience," she quoted.

The fusion chuckled and squeezed her hands. "I will."

The female warlock gave one last reassuring glance and shrugged up her hood, melting into the darkness, leaving the fusion alone.

*****

Thomas and the two sides stared at the person standing in front of them. The fusion had told them the basics about the warlock, her purple dust and how they fused.

"So, it's like Steven Universe?" Thomas asked.

"Pretty much," the fusion rubbed the back of his neck.

"Cool," Virgil mumbled.

"Considering we cannot call you Roman or Patton at the present, what will be your chosen name?" Logan readjusted his glasses.

"Uh, I didn't really think about that. Maybe something like Ratton, Romton, Romatton?"

The other pulled a face.

"Romaon, Ropatton? Paman, Poman, Pattoman?" The fusion kept trying.

The others shook their heads.

"Pattman?"

"That sounds like Pacman," Logan remarked.

"Pararoman?"

"That sounds like ParaNorman," Thomas noted.

"RoPa?"

"That just sounds stupid," Virgil muttered. "Like you're saying rope in a weird accent."

When the people in a fusion strongly disagree, the fusion can collapse, causing them to unfuse. The prince and father-figure fusion barely managed to stay together. Roman was annoyed at everyone for disregarding his ideas, while Patton understood that they were trying to help.

Thomas and the remaining sides flinched as the fusion glitched.

"Sorry, guys. Those just don't sound right." Thomas clicked his fingers. "What about Pattroman?"

"Pa-tro-min?" Virgil asked.

"It kinda sounds like that spell, Expecto Patronum, from Harry Potter," Thomas said.

"Well, I am quite magical," the fusion joked.

"It's settled then, Pattroman." Logan tapped his bottom lip.
"Then there's the case of them fusing, influencing Thomas's behaviour. Creativity and morality make wonder, although that's not necessarily a bad thing. I conclude that as long as they unfuse now and again to deal with serious matters, all will be well."

"Great," Pattroman grinned. "If you'll excuse me, my castle awaits."

The fusion bowed, his crown somehow not sliding off, and sunk out.

"They'll be even more insufferable now," Virgil mumbled and disappeared to his room.

Logan stared at the space Virgil previously occupied, wondering if it was possible for the other sides to fuse without being sprinkled with the magical warlock powder.

*****

Pattroman stared dramatically into the distance as the wind swept his hair like he was in a movie. Patton and Roman have been fused for quite a while now. They didn't need to unfuse often and had become much better at understanding one another, strengthening their relationship.

Most of the time, Pattroman liked to spend time with the villagers, but he could recently feel a threat looming above them. He had no idea what was in store for him, but he would be ready. Pattroman mounted his horse and unsheathed his sword. Whipping the horse's reins, it galloped into the sunset.

He was a true prince, a knight on a white stallion, but without the shining armour.

They weren't in stock yet.

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Sorry this took so long. The writing still feels icky to me, but it'll have to do.

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