#cuz it's right after he's finally been content with Emil for years.

[spotlightstudios]

After being caught by mortals, Ichor was desperate. He'd been stolen away from Emil and his family, and couldn't do a single thing about it. He'd been revealed to his kingdom and his people for the monster he was. For the God he was.

He was a creature, and he'd been caged by enemy soldiers.

Already half-way across the continent, he'd been locked away and cut off from all communications. The other gods. The world. He knew nothing.

And along with that, his captors were testing the limits of his godly power. He could be injured and damaged, tortured, without any sort of repercussions to his captors. He was amassing scars and losing himself.

Then when he was finally brought back into the daylight, things had changed. The mortals looked different, a lot of time had passed, their weapons were more powerful and deadly.

They held him in place, and he was forced to watch as they snuffed out minor gods, one by one. He must've been locked up for ages, seeing how many gods had been captured in his wake. He couldn't help them, couldn't even save himself.

The roar of the crowd, the cheers of the mortals. It was disgusting. Yet he couldn't feel rage. The same reason he loved the mortals was the one that brought him here. Their capability was endless, each one unique and powerful. They could change. Unlike the gods. All he felt was sorrow.

So when all was done, they dragged him off and loaded him into a cart. He didn't even bother fighting back when they dragged him out into the sunlight and dropped him on the grass.

It wasn't until he was brought back into a dark area that he brought himself back and realized that he was with the other gods. His brother was holding him, trying to get through to him. Chance was there, a warm comforting hand on his back.

He could only cling to his brother and shudder.

It was only a few days later that he'd learn of the Gods losing the war and being sealed away in the very catacombs their followers once used to take refuge. Now few worshippers remained, and the gods were nearly powerless. Ichor most of all.

#light's spot #tw death #oc #Ichor #Catacombtale #this is one of my favorite parts of his story #cuz it's right after he's finally been content with Emil for years. #they have a family and a stable life #he doesn't have to deal with godly politics as long as he keeps up with his duties #then he's taken #he never gets to come back #he never sees Emil or his children again #they know he's been caught and horrible things are happening #but he doesn't know #for a long time he believes they blame him for bring too weak to escape #to protect them #then when he gets returned to tye other gods #they were all hiding away on the mountain this whole time #they existed in a perfect bubble still #and it's only a minor disturbance to their long existence #but for Ichor it changed everything #and the other gods don't understand his change #only Reward and Chance understand #Reward because they're brothers and he knows Ichor too well #and Chance because he lost Judgement who was the most important person in *his* life #it's just so much fun to dissect!!!

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

LOAFT prompt: Patton wears makeup for the first time, the others are really gay about it

Pretty

Pattonis unfairly gorgeous.Hisboyfriends already knew that, but it never hurts to have a reminder.

Pairing:Platonic Pattmile, romantic LAMP, background romantic remile

Wordcount: 2960

Warnings:guilt, mentions of isolation/bully, public kissing

Notes:part of the expanded universe of Love and Other Fairytales, beginningimmediately after Brilliant. Author knows NOTHING aboutmakeup, all make up talk sourced from google

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Emilewas not nervous.

Hewasn’t!

Okay,actually, yes, he was nervous, just a little.

Whichmade him feel just a little bit silly because… he probably wasn’tnervous for the right reasons.

TheSpider Prince was sitting on the edge of the haphazard circles oflawn chairs in the Waller’s yard. Patton was sitting next to him –well, for a given definition of ‘next to,’ with his legs drapedacross the princes lap – and Elliot was on his other side, speakingmore animatedly that Emile had ever seen. The prince and Patton wereboth smiling down at them.

Occasionally,Logan or Roman would circle back to them, for quick kisses or to sitbriefly.

SoEmile was not nervous because he thought the Spider Prince washostile, or because he thought the fae might become hostile –he seemed perfectly content to sit with his boyfriend and listen tohis friend talk.

Emilewas nervous because of Patton.

Andmaybe ‘nervous’ wasn’t quite the right word.

Thiswas Patton’s house – he was the host. It was, by all rights, hisparty.

Emilewas here because of Remy, and Remy had been invited by Roman. Kai,Corbin, and Sloane were Thomas and Logan’s friends, and Elliotbeing friends with the Spider Prince was the second worst kept secretin town – they were here because of the prince.

Itwas Patton’s house, and nobody had come here for him.

Itwas Patton’s party, and he was sitting on the edge of it, notmingling or speaking to anyone but his boyfriends and Elliot. He’dgreeted everybody, but only when they’d come up to him first.

Sono, ‘nervous’ didn’t seem like quite the right word for the pitin Emile’s stomach.

Itmight be a little closer to ‘guilt.’

Emilehad spent years terrified of Patton – everyone had. Mickey Talbot’sstory back in kindergarten was, in hindsight, clearly exaggerated,but at the time it had been totally petrifying.

Andby the time it had occurred to Emile that he’d never seen Patton somuch as try to speak to another student on purpose, let alonecompel anybody to do anything, Patton- Patton had made friends, goodfriends who clearly loved him and Emile had just… tried to ignorethe fact that he’d been…

Well.He’d been pretty darn terrible, honestly.

Butwas impossible to ignore it now, with Patton – what? Stuck to thesidelines in his own home? It made the shame that had been simmeringfor years threaten to boil over completely.

Thelittle group caught his attention again when the prince, clearlyunder encouragement from the other two, took Patton’s empty pop canand threw it nearly twenty feet into the trashcan with a flick of hiswrist. Patton cheered, and Elliot gave a little fist bump.

Emilestood up.

“Whatchadoin’ Babe?” said Remy, looking up from his seat curiously.

“Somethingstupid, maybe,” said Emile, swooping in and pecking him on themouth, “Be right back, sugar,”

Remygave him quizzical look, but he didn’t press. Emile detoured pastthe cooler and grabbed two cans of pop – orange soda, because hewas pretty sure that’s what the can-projectile had been, and asprite for himself – and made his way over to the three of them.

Theprince noticed him first, narrowing his eyes, but more confused thanwary. Patton followed the line of his gaze and outright startled whenhe saw Emile.

Emilesmiled, as friendly as he could manage, and tried not to give awaythe rampant anxiety in his ribs.

“Itwas a good shot!” he said brightly, and the Spider Prince cocked anamused eyebrow.

Emileturned to Patton and held out the pop, “So I figured I’d, um- youknow. Save you the trip,”

Pattonglanced down at the can, his eyebrows pinched in confusion.

Slowly,almost like he was waiting for Emile to jerk it away, he took it. Hegave Emile a polite, if still baffled smile.

“Thankyou,” he said.

Emileswallowed, braced himself, and jumped.

“CanI sit?”

Patton’spolite and befuddled smile stayed frozen on his face just long enoughfor Emile to start sweating under his collar.

Andthen it widened, solidifying into a genuine grin with the corners ofhis eyes scrunched up, and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yousure can, kiddo!”

Emileown smile brightened in response, because how could it not? Itwas one of the most infectious smiles he’d ever seen.

Hetook the red lawn chair next to them, readjusting his flower crown.

“Itwas a really good shot,” he repeated, “How’d you get such goodaim?”

“Throwingknives,” said the prince bluntly.

Pattonwhacked him gently on the chest and Emile tried not to keel over onthe spot.

“Youcoulda just said practice, sweetie,” said Patton, a littleadmonishing.

Helooked more annoyed than scared, and Elliot was biting the inside oftheir mouth like they were trying not to laugh.

Emilegot the distinct feeling someone was joshing him.

“Myuncle can throw a hatchet,” he said, “He tried to teach me, but,well,”

Hegestured to his whole self.

“Notexactly much of a, uh, fighter, over in this neck of the woods,”

Pattonfrowned.

“That’s…that’s silly,” he said, a little haltingly.

Emilewrinkled his nose.

“Whatdo you mean?”

“Whenyou came to school in that dress the first time?” said Patton, likehe was saying something obvious, “Gosh, Emile, that was- that wasso brave,”

Emileflushed.

“I-I don’t know about that-”

“Itwas!” insisted Patton, “And you always wear such pretty clothesand flower crowns, and you’re so good at make-up! I’d never bebrave enough to wear any of that kinda stuff. Definitely not toschool,”

“Well…it’s been a long time since anyone’s said anything, everybody’spretty used to it, I think,” Emile reasoned, “I could lend yousome? I have some older ones I think, in your size. And I have tonsof makeup,”

Pattonsnorted, bright pink.

“Maybe-maybe the clothes,” said Patton, “If you- if you reallywouldn’t mind, but I don’t think I’d look right in makeup,”

“Whynot?” said the prince suddenly, his eyebrows pinched, “Like lippaint?”

“Yeah,but there’s a lot more now,” said Patton, “And it’s ‘cuzI’m all freckly. I’d need a whole bottle of foundation to coverthem up,”

“Whywould you cover them up?” came the incredulous response.

Pattongave his boyfriend a strange look.

“That’s-that just what make ups for,” he said, “To cover up bad spots,”

Theprince looked genuinely offended.

Theycontinued their back and forth, and Emile glanced over where Remywas, and Emile’s bag hanging on his abandoned chair.

Hestood up suddenly, and held out his hand.

“Comeon,” he said.

Pattonstartled, looking up at Emile’s face and then his hand.

“Come…where?” he said warily.

“I’mgonna do your make-up,” said Emile, “No foundation required,”

Abeat, and then Patton shrugged, laughing a little.

“Okay!”he said.

Emileswept his bag up while trotting past his chair, blew a kiss andanother “be right back” over his shoulder at Remy, and they madetheir way into Patton’s house.

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“Aaaaandclose,”

Pattonclosed his eyes and barely startled when the soft brush moved overhis eyelids.

“Thisis a sorta forest-y green, with a little bit of gold,” explainedEmile, “Next is the eye liner,”

“Uh…I don’t know about that,”

“OhI’m not gonna put it one your waterline, don’t worry,” saidEmile, stowing the eye shadow palette as Patton opened his eyes. “I’mtrying to make your eyes look extra big and shiny, I’m afraidlining both will mess it up. And you do not wanna go throughthe mess that is removing waterline makeup,”

“…right,”

“Closeagain?”

Pattondid, tap-tap-tapping on the counter of the bathroom sink he wassitting on.

Emilepulled a little bit at the corner of Patton’s eye – it feltweird, and then there was a quite swipe of some kind of creamy penciland Emile let go.

“Othereye?”

Pattonturned his head.

Thiswas… weird.

Pattonwas trying not to feel like it was weird, but… well, it just wasweird. It had been years since he’d been alone with anyonewho wasn’t his parents or Roman and Logan – if he ever had,honestly. Part of him was waiting for Emile to come to his senses andrun away.

Evenmore weird was the fact that Emile had approached him. OfferedPatton clothes and make-up, and make-up lessons, which bytheir very nature implied Emile was willing to be in close proximityto Patton for extended amounts of time, multiple times in the future.

Itwas… just weird.

“Okay,so now,” said Emile, the next time Patton looked up, “I’m justgonna hold this out, and you’re gonna blink, mkay?”

“Isthat… purple mascara?” said Patton incredulously.

“It’lllook black from far away,” explained Emile, “But it’ll pick upall the gold in your eyes,”

“Well…alright,” said Patton dubiously.

Finally,Emile put something on Patton’s lips he didn’t quite recognize –it seemed too liquid to be lipstick, but it stayed on much betterthan he though gloss would. Emile pulled back, smiling.

“Alldone! Take a look,”

Pattonhopped down off the counter and turned.

Hefroze.

Hiseyes looked huge in the mirror, and almost honey colored. The pink onhis cheeks and lips, and the forest green on his eyes made him look…

Well,almost fey. Ethereal, definitely.

Butthe confusing part was that it looked like every one of hisgolden-brown freckles was still on full display.

“Ithought you put cover-up on me?” he said absently.

“Justtinted moisturizer,” said Emile, “I was pretty sure if I coveredup your freckles your spooky immortal boyfriend would be a little bitsalty with me,”

“Youmade me look so pretty,” blurted Patton.

Emilewas quiet for a long moment.

“…You were already pretty, Patton,”

Pattonturned away from the mirror, smiling.

“Thanks,”he said, because it was polite to accept a compliment.

Emiledidn’t seem to buy it.

“Youare pretty! And really nice, and… you seem like a lot offun, and-”

Pattonwas starting to feel a little confused, and then a lotconfused, because he was pretty sure Emile’s eyes were getting alittle shiny.

“I’mreally sorry, Patton,” he said suddenly.

Pattonblinked.

“I-”

Hecocked his head.

“Emile,what- what on earth are you sorry about?”

Emilestared at him.

“Because…”

Pattonwaited, still wondering what Emile could possibly be talking about.

“Becausepeople were so mean to you in elementary school,” said Emile, “AndI never did anything. And then you had Logan, and then Roman, but Istill… I still should have said something, but I didn’tand-”

Hesniffed, dabbing the corner of his barely-leaking eye with hisknuckles.

“You’rereally nice,” said Emile, “And you deserve lots of friends. AndI’m sorry I never tried to be one,”

Thebathroom fell quiet. Patton shuffled a little awkwardly.

“It’sokay,” he said, but Emile was shaking his head already.

“Alright,maybe not… okay, exactly,” said Patton fairly, “I- Iforgive you, though,”

“Idon’t really know if you should, Patton,”

Pattoncracked a smile.

“Well,good think it’s not up to you if I forgive you, huh?”

Emilesnorted.

“So– I do,” said Patton, “And- we can just be friends now.If you want to,”

Emilegrinned, nodding quickly.

“Definitely,”

Pattonbeamed right back, and Emile grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Comeon, sugar, time to knock your boyfriends’ socks off,”

“Oh,that’s- you’re being silly,”

“Iwill bet you money at least one of them is gonna be totallyspeechless,”

“Emile,you goof,” Patton laughed.

Theyexited the back door, Emile scanning the crowd. He spotted one ofthem, and gave a sly smile.

“Lookslike Logan’s first,” he said, “This is gonna be adorable,”

“Whatdo you-”

“Oh,just wait,” said Emile, pulling again on Patton’s sleeve andmaking his way over to the cluster of younger students.

“Hey,Logan,” said Emile, with that note in his voice like he thoughtsomething hilarious was about to happen.

Loganturned, politely attentive.

Pattonsaw the exact moment Logan caught sight of him – he froze, his eyeswidening to near perfect circles, and then turned bright,fresh-carnation red.

Pattongiggled, and so did Thomas beside his brother, who made some kind ofgarbled, incomprehensible noise in response.

Movementcaught Patton’s eye on the ground, and he giggled again – a riotof flowers was crowding around Logan’s ankles. Lavender roses werethe most prominent, as well as regular old lavender and what Pattonwas pretty sure was gardenia.

“Whatdo you think?” said Patton.

Loganhesitated, before walking forward – Patton giggled again whensimilar batches of greenery unfolded in his footsteps, and slowlytook Patton’s hands, like he thought Patton might disappear if hemoved too fast.

“Youlook…”

Along pause, and Patton prompted, “Yes?”

“Iam having trouble finding an adjective that is even remotelyadequate,” said Logan, his voice slightly strangled.

Pattongrinned, and Logan’s expression went from stunned to outright awe.

“Resplendent,”he said suddenly, and Patton’s heart felt too big for his chest ashe gave Logan probably the soppiest expression he was capable of.

“Itis still not… quite sufficient,” said Logan, slowly raising onehand to brush his knuckles against the bend of Patton’s jaw, “Butthe closest I can think of, I-”

Heswallowed, shaking his head and smiling, soft and disbelieving.

“Patton,holy shit,” he said breathlessly, and Patton lost it.

Emilecut through his giggles, with a smug expression.

“Onedown, two to go,”

Logannodded enthusiastically.

“Romanis very poetic,” he said sagely, “He will be able to give you anadequate compliment,”

“Yourcompliment was plenty adequate, sweetheart,” said Patton, takingLogan’s hand as Emile started weaving them through the crowd.

Romanwas with Remy, and he didn’t look up at first. Emile broke into theconversation, giving Remy a quick kiss, and then said somethingPatton didn’t quite hear.

Romandid turn then, and the smile that burst across his face could haveshamed the sun.

“Oh,Patton,” he said, a little breathless. He covered the spacebetween them in a single breath and swooped Patton into his arms,spinning him, and Patton shrieked in delight.

“Oh,look at you, Goldilocks, my god,” he said, “Spun from beams ofsummer sunlight. Cast from gold and brought to life like Galatea, Iswear it-”

“Roman,”exclaimed Patton, covering his face.

“No,no, don’t hide from me, beautiful. Let me see your sweet smile,look at you, you’re an absolute knock-out-”

“Oh,you- you-!” Patton stumbled and then cut himself off, gigglinghelplessly.

“Oh,where’s Tall, Dark, and Spooky,” said Roman, “I have to see hisface,”

Romanstarted moving towards where Patton had been sitting with Virgil, andhe seemed to have no intention of putting Patton down. Patton loopedhis arms around Roman’s neck, making himself comfortable and stillhalf giggling. Logan followed, but Emile hung back, waving as thethree of them walked away. Patton gave him a quick wave back and agrateful smile.

Asthey approached, Thomas was just pulling Elliot away with a sly lookon his face. Virgil was giving Thomas a wary look, and Elliot lookeda bit confused, but whatever Thomas was saying seemed to convincethem, and then Elliot and Thomas were walking away.

Ittook only a moment longer for Virgil to notice them, and Roman satdown with little ceremony.

Virgilsmiled at the three of them, and then he saw Patton, and his smiledropped entirely.

Hestared, looking totally stunned for… a little longer than Pattonwas strictly comfortable with, and Patton started to squirm a littleawkwardly.

“I-”Virgil started, and Patton wasn’t quite sure if it was meant to bean actual word or just a punched-out noise Virgil made.

“Beloved,”he said suddenly, his voice reverent, and Patton barely had time toregister the starstruck burst of joy in his chest before Virgilsurged forward and caught Patton’s mouth in a kiss.

Andkiss was underselling it, because Virgil had pretty muchinstantly tangled his hand in Patton’s curls and sucked Patton’sbottom lip between his – Virgil’s other arm had wrapped almostentirely around Patton’s waist, so Virgil was practically joiningPatton in Roman’s lap.

Andspeaking of, Patton could feel Roman’s breath, warm and just alittle unsteady on his temple, and Logan’s hand hesitant onPatton’s back and feeling like brand even through his shirt. Virgilgave a slow graze of teeth to Patton’s lip and hoo, this wasgetting very out of hand very fast.

Hepushed gently on Virgil’s shoulder, and Virgil pulled back –barely, but he did – just as breathless as Patton felt and his lipssmeared faintly pink from Patton’s.

“Weare, um,” Patton said, a little nervous but mostly fond, “Sort of– very out in the open, sweetie,”

Virgilhad a sort of dazed, confused look on his face, and it looked like ittook him a minute to parse the sentence. Then he turned bright,searing scarlet, sending a quick, horrified look at the clusteredhigh schoolers, all of whom were very much not-looking at them in atotally unsubtle way.

Pattonsnickered, and Virgil groaned, hiding his face in Patton’sshoulder.

“Wayto make a guy feel good about himself, though,”

“Youare hazardously beautiful,” muttered Virgil.

“Iconcur,”

“Completelyunfair,”

Pattonwas smiling so wide the apples of his cheeks ached. He pressed a kissto Virgil’s cheek, and giggled at the pink he left behind.

Hewas definitely taking Emile up on the makeup lessons.

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