Roman Sanders One-shots

Bookshop AU

Procrastinating so decided to write this. A bit of self-projection in here because my thoughts are clear but quick, and my mouth can't keep up and say the right words. The difference between me and Roman is that people think I'm smart, but really, I just hate bad grammar and English. 

Maybe it's because I info-dump a bunch about History from England, America, etc.

TW: swearing (like a few times, that's new-but like it could also be a slur? Is whore a slur? I probably will shy away from any swears after this)

This is basically just a string of events where Roman owns a book-shop

Roman never really could figure out why people thought he didn't like reading. He'd always gobbled up (figuratively, but literally in Remus' case) the stories and became entranced. 

Perhaps it was the fact he was loud. Maybe because he had no common sense. Well, he did, but he was just a dumbass. 

Also the fact his mouth seemed to never catch up to his brain. He couldn't put anything in words without sounding weird or stupid, even if his brain was formulating full paragraphs of arguments. 

Once he'd gotten out of high school, he seemed to be labelled as a man-whore for purely the reason of being on the pretty side and being thought of as dumb.  

So when he bought a book store, his parents were very surprised. It hurt him inside, knowing even his own parents didn't think of him as smart.

He brought a lot of his old childhood books and also bought a lot of new books. He labelled the shop 'Reader's Kingdom'.

He'd decorated it as creatively as he could, dedicating a section to each genre. He struggled a bit with horror, but he'd called up Remus to make a PG horror section. Eventually, he did it, with a bunch of supervision from Roman.

He'd sat behind the counter and flipped through one of his favourite fantasy books. The shop bell rang and a few girls walked in. They whispered and nudged each other. He heard whispers of 'player' and 'sleeping around'. 

His cheeks coloured in shame. 

One girl eventually walked up to him and asked him on a date.

He smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I'm aromantic, thank you for the offer though"

The girl flushed red with embarrassment and apologised profusely.

Roman may have been a white, cis man, but he was fluent in Spanish, have being adopted by Spanish parents.

A few Spanish woman were bad-mouthing him and his ginger hair and he fought to repress the feelings of despair in his chest, and asked in fluent Spanish if they were going to buy any books yet.

They had looks of horror on their faces before rushing out in embarrassment.

And there ends my self-indulgent mess of a Bookshop AU