#some virgil love in this chillis tonight

[asksanderssides]

Question for Patton! It’s just a simple scenario-type question because I’m curious…

So, suppose you’re in a life-or-death situation (like idk, escaping a burning house) where you can only save one other side besides yourself. Anyone you don’t save will be gone forever. Never to be seen again.

Who would you choose to save? And yes you can only pick one other side.

Patton: What? I can't choose just one of them!! I love all the sides equally!

Roman: It's okay, you can say Virgil.

Logan: I think we would all say Virgil.

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[count-woe-laf]

You can’t spell stargaze without gays

I write? Since when? Yes I’m aware the title makes no sense, I’m uncreative. This was supposed to be a late birthday present for @me-a-mess-morelikelythanyouthink but it’s super late now, I still enjoyed writing it and planning it with her, I hope you’re having a great day, Silver. I’m sorry I got science facts wrong and I don’t know how to end things or how normal people talk

Logan and Virgil are hopeless pining gay idiots with horrible communication skills, but they’re working on it. (Romantic analogical, very background royality and platonic dukeceit.) 1850 words

"Bring me a diet coke!" Virgil called to Roman as he ran out of the truck, through the gravel parking lot, and towards the bright 7/11.

Logan let out a small laugh from next to him. "You know he's going to spend an hour flirting with the cashier and forget."

"Yeah I know, it's fine. Surprising that he's moved up from panicking around Patton to flirting with him, that's what I call character development."

"Character development that's gone on for ten too many seasons."

"True. But while he's in there I have more time to spend with you," Virgil replied with a smirk, Logan's cheeks reddening.

"You all are disgusting," called Remus from the backseat.

"I agree," Janus sighed. "Though I can do many things, understanding allos is not one of them."

"Then get out of my truck," Virgil jokingly glared into the rearview mirror.

"It's Roman's truck-" Logan started, Virgil shifted his glare towards him. "Ok yeah, get out."

"Think we can find bigfoot, Jan?"

"We're only half an hour away from the city, try again," but Janus let himself be dragged out into the nearby forest.

Logan and Virgil were left alone, thoughts of what had gone on the past week between them running through their heads. The hand brushes, the late night phone calls, the hoodies, the excessive amount of feelings that for once, neither of them minded. There was always more to say though.

"You can see lots of stars from out here," Virgil commented rather nervously. "You should come outside with me and look at them."

It was an offering just for Logan. He was the only one allowed to stargaze with Virgil while others were flirting in a 7/11 and being chaotic in a forest. Logan and Virgil in the bed of a truck staring at the night sky. ...Well, one of them was looking at the stars.

"You know to stargaze you actually have to look at them, right? You can just look at me, V."

"Who's saying you're not a star? 'Cause you definitely are, love."

"Love?" Logan tilted his head towards Virgil's red face.

"Uh-" Virgil looked away quickly. "What is that constellation? It looks like a spoon."

"Do you seriously not know? That's the big dipper, it's part of the constellation ursa major."

"You're the science-y one here, how would I know?" Logan just sighed. "You should keep talking though, I love your voice."

"Oh… Well that's the northern star…"

"Why is it called that?"

"Um, it's the most northern star, I believe astronomers base things off of it."

Virgil snoted, "wow. Star dudes sure are creative."

Logan looked over, an indescribable emotion on his face. "Pardon me, but did you just call astronomers, 'star dudes'?"

Virgil stared back, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Star. Dudes."

"...I will defenestrate you."

"Oh?"

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Yeah," Virgil said. "It means you pick me up and I get to simp over your muscles."

"It also means I throw you out of a window."

"I'll take what I can get." Logan let out a fond sigh. "Ok 'cause your constellations are boring and factual- don't worry I still love them- but I'm telling stories now."

"You're going to kill me."

"In your dreams, babe."

"What's that supposed to-"

"Over there is Elenor, it kinda looks like a bunny, I know. Their boyfriend is Jesse over there-"

"Virgil I swear, I'm leaving you in the forest." Logan's words gave a much different meaning when he was struggling to keep in his laugh.

Virgil chucked. "Oh Logan, so naive, there's so much more. Those three stars? Yeah they're Bo Peep's sheep."

Logan choked, the statement taking him by surprise. "Excuse me? You can't just…"

"Y'know, from Toy Story? Doesn't she have three sheep or something? I swear that was a plot point in one of the movies."

"The threat of being thrown out of a window still stands, Virge." 

"Good, now that star over there…"

"Her name is Jennifer, she got a constellation for making the best bean salad."

Virgil tried to hold in a laugh. "And what did you say that one was?"

Logan was so enamoured with Virgil's laugh that he almost didn't notice him intertwining their fingers. Almost. He still had to take a breath to regain his nearly non-existent composure. Although fifteen minutes couldn't have passed, Logan could tell that it was a good decision to accept Roman's offer for a fake road trip.

"That guy with the belt?" Logan continued. "He was the first person to invent clothes. Quite the fashion icon for his time."

"Oh yeah?" Virgil giggled and Logan's heart stuttered in his chest.

"Yeah, he was also the only straight man in his village. It was very controversial." Virgil hummed in response, trying to calm his laughter.

"We're pretty controversial."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We're lying in the bed of Roman's truck, well past midnight and the city limits, looking at stars. Janus and Remus are probably lost in the forest and Roman and Patton have probably gotten over their gay panic and are planning their wedding together."

"I'm not sure how that's controversial, but it is interesting that we've achieved nothing compared to them." Logan's eyes drifted back to the stars.

"I think not getting lost is a plus." He made a noise of agreement. "And uh… I know we're not as vocal about stuff like the others but… Dating you wouldn't be bad." It came out more like a question, causing Logan to look back at him.

"Fuck- I mean-" Virgil ran a hand down his face. "It would actually be really really nice if I could be your boyfriend because- ugh stop staring at me like that! It's just that you're really great and nice to be around and to talk to and I can't imagine you not being in my life. A-and I know we've been kinda sorta dating but you know how dumb we both are about romance and all that stuff- oh god this is romance, I can't believe that…

"I just really like you, Logan and I need to make sure you know that."

Virgil's words swirled into the air, into the sky, into that great expanse of stars and light.

They laid there and stared at the stars, thinking, considering, and a fair amount of staring on Logan's side.

He couldn't help it, really. He couldn't stop his eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, his bitten lips, the words that previously escaped them were still spinning through Logan's head. And Virgil's hair, his adorably messy hair that was usually hanging in front of his eyes, was pushed to the side, Logan could see a galaxy reflected in his beautiful eyes.

Virgil was his galaxy, his sun, his stars. He had kept him sane through years of school. He constantly went out of his way just to brighten Logan's day a little bit more, and brighten he did.

Virgil meant everything to him and he'd be damned if he went home tonight without showing him that.

"Didn't… Didn't you say you always wanted to go stargazing with your partner?"

"Uhh, yeah." Virgil replied hoarsely.

"I suppose you get to cross that off your list, then." Logan wondered how he suddenly had some semblance of smoothness to his words.

"Oh."

The stars seemed awfully bright that night, especially in the way they reflected off Virgil's freckles.

"Is… Is that a shooting star?" Virgil lifted his free hand, tracing the bright line across the map of stars.

"There's no such thing as shooting stars." Virgil rolled his eyes. "But, I… do believe that's a satellite."

"Then make a wish."

"That's stupid and makes no sense, wishing on a satellite has no affect on my life."

"Just do it, my northern star."

Logan's red face was a reflection off the far away street lights, nothing else. "Am I supposed to tell you what I wished for?"

"Not really, but you can. I'd love to know what goes on in that brilliant head of yours."

"My head is empty, unfortunately." Virgil laughed, he did that quite a bit around him. "I wished that we'd have a good relationship. Apologizes, is that weird, or too soon? I… just mean that we're both terrible at communicating, I hope that we can improve together as a couple."

“Oh."

Although Virgil may not have realized it, Logan noticed as he lightly brushed his thumb over his hand. It was stupidly endearing and soft, just as Virgil was.

"That's probably the cutest thing anyone's ever said that slightly regards me."

"Glad I can be of service, darling."

"So darling is what you go with?"

"Would you prefer something else?"

"...No. If I can call you my boyfriend you can call me whatever you want." Virgil smiled. "…You're my boyfriend. That's nice to say."

"It is. I wonder how I stumbled upon a boyfriend as good as you."

"You- you need to stop doing that," Virgil blushed.

"I'm not doing anything!" Logan shifted closer to him, for heating purposes of course, it was a little chilly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know full well."

"Do I really, Virgil?"

"Shut up and look at the stars."

"Make me."

"Logan I swear-"

"Fine, fine, I will." Virgil mumbled thanks under his breath. "But they aren't as pretty as you."

Virgil let out a noise, a mix between a screech and a cough. There was no way he was showing Logan how fluttery his words made his heart feel. (Although he felt it was common knowledge among them.)

"There's around twenty minutes until the others get back, that's twenty minutes to mess with you."

"I'm already regretting this, Lo."

"As you should, my love."

Yes, their friends may have interrupted their stargazing a few minutes later. Yes, Roman may have forced Patton to leave his shift early resulting in one too little seats and an angry boss. Yes, they may have almost ran out of gas on the way home. Yes, they may have bought fries as Janus looked for a gas station. Yes, they may have fallen onto the floor seconds later. Yes, Remus may have jumped out of the car afterwards because he said it looked fun and almost sprained his ankle. And yes, Roman did have to explain the situation five times to his parents because they couldn't stop laughing about all the shenanigans they got into that night.

Still, Virgil's arm stayed around Logan's waist like it was the most casual thing in the world. Still, they shared a milkshake once everyone had given up on the fallen fries. Still, they were both filled with such a bright happiness that it was impossible to drag them down. And maybe they fell asleep on a video call that night. Or maybe Logan stayed over and they woke up with their limbs tangled in each other's, feeling content and appreciative of the other as they slowly woke up. Honestly, who's to say? It was just a good night.

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[aster-aspera]

One love, one house

CW: food mention, loads of fluff

Relationships: romantic DLAMP

Chapter title is from sweater weather by the neighbourhood

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Patton loved his roommate, he really did, but he was just a little eccentric. Patton could deal with the sneaking in at hellish hours in the early morning, and the mud he tracked into the appartement and the faint smell of antiseptic and blood that was always present in their bathroom.

He could even deal with his roommate occasionally forgetting his tasks or even disappearing for days on end.

But this was just unacceptable. Patton stood in front of a near empty fridge, only a refrigerated tupperware full of noodles and a jar of pickles left.

“Virgil?” He called.

His roommate looked up at him from under his messy bangs, dark circles that seemed to take up half of his face under his eyes. He really should stop sneaking out at night. Patton had hoped he would have gotten more sleep during the holidays, but it seemed his roommate was determined to work himself into an early grave.

“What have you been eating?” He asked, pointing to the fridge.

Virgil gaped at him for a moment as the question made its way into his sleep deprived brain.

“Uhm, noodles?” He said, sounding unsure of himself.

“Just noodles?”

“And pickles, I guess.”

“During the holiday season?”

“Yes?”

Patton sighed. Virgil just continued staring at him, seemingly unaware of why Patton was so upset.

“You did eat something other than noodles on Christmas, right?” He asked, his voice edging on desperation.

“I dunno, when was Christmas?”

Patton snapped.

“Nope, this is unacceptable. I don’t care if you celebrate or not, but you should at least eat something.”

“I ate.” Virgil grumbled.

“Noodles!” Patton interjected.

“And it’s not like I had a lot of time on my hands to cook an elaborate meal.”

“One, it’s not that hard to throw some vegetables into a wok and two, what are you even doing during the holidays, it’s not like we have classes.”

Virgil looked down.

“Studying.” He mumbled.

“More like studying , with the way you look.”

“I don’t look that bad.”

“You look like a corpse, a cute corpse, but still a corpse.”

Virgil flushed and Patton had to fight not to coo. He was just so cute.

“Whatever, are you free tonight?” He continued.

“Uhh, sure? I have something at 11 though.”

“That’s fine, I’m cooking you dinner tonight and we’re going to have a little holiday celebration.”

“Patton, I don’t really celebrate Christmas.”

“It’s not about Christmas. I just want to have a nice night with my friend and while I’m at it, I want to make sure you’re eating something for once.”

“Ok, fine. We’ll have a holiday celebration.” Virgil groaned, but he didn’t seem totally against the idea.

Patton cheered.

“Okay, I’m going to pop over to the store first. We’ll need ingredients.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to bother yourself too much.”

“Nonsense, I love cooking for others. Also, we’re all out of food except noodles, so I’d have to go shopping anyways.”

Virgil had the decency to look mildly guilty at that.

Virgil accompanied him to the store. Which, unlike Patton had expected, did not speed up the shopping process, but only slowed them down as they fooled around.

“Okay, okay. Let's get this done quickly, thyme is money.” Patton said, waggling his eyebrows at Virgil.

“What the hell am I doughing here.” Virgil groaned.

Patton gasped. “You made a pun!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah well, don’t expect too many of those. I wouldn’t want to oatverdo it.”

Patton gasped in delight.

“The s’more puns you make, the s’more i love you.” He proclaimed and Virgil blushed beet red.

Patton giggled as he looked at Virgil having fun. His roommate was usually a lot more reserved and morose. He had no idea what had happened that had put Virgil in such high spirits, but whatever it was, Patton was grateful. The smile that graced Virgil’s face was the most breathtaking thing he had seen all week.

Patton looked away, aware he had been staring just a little too long.

The meal was delicious, if he said so himself, and Virgil seemed to agree. He lounged back in his chair languidly, sleepy from the good food. He looked better than Patton had seen him all month. The colour had returned to his cheeks again and his eyes sparkled.

Patton silently congratulated himself on a job well done.

“That was great, Pat. Seriously.”

“I’m humbled by your compliments.”

Virgil smiled.

“Where did you even learn how to cook like this?”

“My moms taught me. They made sure to teach me all the basic survival skills like cooking, laundry and how to snare and skin rabbits.”

“Snare rabbits?” Virgil laughed.

“I lived in a forest, I had to be able to take care of myself. They taught me all kinds of other cool survival stuff too.”

“Nice, my mom barely taught me how to turn on a stove.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Virgil waved him away. “My parents just had other priorities in my upbringing. Maybe you could teach me to cook something other than pasta?”

“I’d love to.” Getting to cook and spend more time with Virgil? It sounded like heaven to Patton.

Virgil looked at the clock and suddenly shot up.

“Shit, I have to go. I’m sorry. Thanks for the food, Patton.”

“It’s fine. Anytime.” Patton watched him leave with an empty feeling in his stomach.

He didn’t mind his roommate’s odd habits, but sometimes he wished he didn’t always run off.

~

Patton had to be honest, when Virgil had first told him about his boyfriends, he had been quite shocked.

Not because of the boyfriends, plural. Patton was pretty sure he was polyamorous himself.

No, it was the fact that quiet, shy, reserved Virgil, the guy who Patton had never seen interact with anyone except Patton, had somehow gotten himself not one, but two boyfriends.

And yeah, maybe he did feel a sharp stab of jealousy when Virgil first told him. He wondered how his boyfriends had gotten him to realize they wanted to date him. Patton had been trying to make his feelings clear for months now and was almost convinced Virgil was aromantic.

They must have yelled something along the lines of “We have romantic feelings for you” to get through that thick skull of his.

Patton didn’t resent Virgil for dating them, he was happy for him. Virgil really needed something good in his life.

And now, here he was, cooking up an elaborate meal for Virgil’s boyfriends.

When Virgil had told him about his boyfriends and the fact that they had been going steady for a while, Patton had insisted they come over for dinner sometime.

“I have to make sure they’re not going to break my best friend’s heart.” He had argued.

Virgil had complained at that, but his boyfriends had agreed and a date had been fixed.

Patton had maybe gone a little overboard with the meal. Two curries stewed on the stove and he was just about to throw the homemade falafel into the pan. In the oven, naans he had made from scratch were baking.

He hoped they liked Indian.

Virgil let his boyfriends into the appartement and wow, they were hot.

One of them, the shorter of the two, beamed at him, his smile perfectly blinding, and walked over to him.

“Hello, you must be the charming Patton I’ve heard so much about.” He said with a theatrical bow.

The taller one walked over to them with a more reserved smile.

“I’m Logan and this character here is Roman. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Virgil has told us a lot about you.” He stuck out his hand.

“Really, he has?” Patton felt a warm glow at that knowledge.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you too.” He continued.

“So you’re the one who’s been keeping our Virgil alive?” Roman asked him.

“What?” Patton asked.

“V has a lot of skills, basic self care isn’t one of them.” Roman clarified.

“We’re happy he has such a good friend.” Logan added.

“Well, I’m happy to take care of him. But, yeah, self care isn’t one of his skills.”

“As much as I appreciate you guys bonding, I can take care of myself.” Virgil interjected.

“Debatable.” Logan said.

Roman seemed to have noticed the food bubbling on the stove by now.

“Ooh, indian.” He exclaimed.

“It smells good.” Logan complimented.

“Well, it’s nearly done, so get seated and I’ll bring the food over.”

“You guys are in for a treat. Pat’s the best cook I know.” Virgil informed them.

Patton blushed at the high praise.

“I must say I’m intrigued.” Logan said, while taking a seat at the table.

Patton turned off the stove and added a few leaves of coriander before carrying the dishes over to the table.

“Do you need a hand? It looks like a lot.” Roman offered.

Finally, with Roman’s help, the table was set and they all dug in, dipping their naans into the curries Patton had made.

Roman moaned theatrically.

“God, this is just heavenly.” He praised.

“It’s great Patton.” Virgil offered.

“Yes, it is quite splendid. What spices did you use?” Logan asked him.

“Well, this one has chilli powder...”

“I can taste that.” Virgil grumbled.

“Turmeric, cumin and coriander and the other one has bay leaves, cardamom, cinnamon, cloves and more chilli powder.”

“That’s a lot of spices.” Roman said.

“That’s the secret to Indian cooking, the things they can do with spices is just magical.” Patton replied.

They talked more.

Logan told him he was studying theoretical physics at the university where Virgil also studied.

“Wow, theoretical physics. Isn’t that like black holes and stuff?” Patton asked, intrigued.

“Oh boy, don’t get him started.” Virgil muttered.

Logan paid him no mind.

“That’s one aspect but it’s also so much more. It touches on all aspects of our lives.” With that Logan launched into an impassioned speech about all the things theoretical physics touched on and the different aspects of it.

Patton didn’t understand everything he was going on about, physics hadn’t been his best subject in school, but he enjoyed listening to Logan all the same. He had a way of speaking that drew you in. It was clear he really enjoyed the subject he was studying. Patton felt like he could listen to Logan for hours on end. A glance at the others told him they felt the same way, both of them staring at him with fond expressions.

“I apologise. I was rambling again, I have been told I have a tendency to do that.” Logan cut himself off.

“What? There’s nothing to apologize for, it was really fascinating.”

Logan smiled softly but didn’t go on. An awkward silence fell over the table.

“So!” Patton piped up brightly. “What do you do, Roman?”

“I’m studying to become a nurse actually.”

“Really? cool!”

They chatted about all kinds of things. Roman complained about the amount of things he had to learn. Logan told him it was nothing compared to what he had to study. Virgil lamented about annoying professors. And Patton listened, feeling a little like an intruder but a part of it all the same.

They complemented each other perfectly. Patton had no idea how they had met or what made them such a good team, but it must be something wonderful indeed.

In that moment, Patton wished so fervently he could be a part of it. He barely knew Logan and Roman and yet he could feel himself falling for them even now.

They didn’t seem to mind him being there, roping him into the conversation easily.

Logan smiled at him from across the table and Roman slung an arm over his shoulder, laughing at one of his puns.

Virgil was just getting up to refill the water jug, when an alert on his phone went off. All three of them jumped up.

“We have to leave.” Logan said, looking at his phone.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Patton.” Virgil repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time. It felt like whenever Patton was finally making progress in his relationship, something interrupted.

He didn’t mind the weird habits, he just wished he would let him in on his secrets. Hadn’t he proved his trustworthiness to Virgil?

They left him with the dishes and an empty feeling in his chest.

~

Roman, Virgil and Logan sat at the dinner table while Patton busied himself in the kitchen, finding comfort in the familiar routine of cooking. A tense silence filled the usually cozy apartment.

“How long have you known?” Logan asked finally.

Patton looked at Virgil when he answered.

“Probably since the first month.”

Virgil stammered. “I thought…”

“You thought what Virgil? That I didn’t notice you sneaking in at five in the morning? That I didn’t notice that whenever you ran off during dinner, Storm was suddenly on the news? That I didn't notice all the cuts and bruises you collected? You thought, what? That I was stupid? Blind? Deaf?” He knew he was being unfair, the others looked tired and miserable and guilty. But all his frustration at being left in the dark for years was bubbling over.

He was so tired of being treated as stupid, of being left behind when the others had to attend to hero bussiness. He was tired of lying awake worrying about them.

Patton returned to chopping the leeks with more force than absolutely necessary.

“We wanted to protect you.” Logan said, guilt colouring his voice.

“I don’t need your protection. I think you saw that tonight.”

“Yes, we were wrong. I realize that now. We apologize”

“I don’t.” Virgil said.

Patton stared at him. “What?”

Virgil stood up and faced him. “I’m sorry about lying to you, but I won’t apologize for trying to protect you. It’s bad enough these two are out on the streets, I don’t need another untrained civilian risking their life.” Virgil gestured at Roman and Logan, who didn’t look happy about being called untrained.

Patton laughed bitterly. “I’m not untrained, that much should be clear. And what makes you so trained then?”

Virgil sighed.

“When I said my parents had other priorities in my upbringing, I meant it. Instead of learning maths and chemistry, I learnt how to fight, how to take down a grown man, how to disappear into the shadows.”

“Why?” Patton asked, he was aware Virgil hadn’t had the most traditional upbringing, but this wasn’t what he had expected.

“I was to be an assassin, but the company we worked for disbanded and my mom decided to give me a normal life.” He explained coldy, it was clear there was more there, but Patton decided now was not the best time to ask.

They were all tired from the events of the evening and Patton really just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for another week. All his anger at his friends keeping him in the dark had faded, leaving him with just his exhaustion.

He turned back to the quiche he was making, with store bought dough, his mom would be shocked, and slid it into the oven.

“I’m just happy you guys are alright.” He said, extending an olive branch.

“Well, we were lucky our valiant knight in shining armour came to our rescue.” Roman said, his voice lacking his usual flamboyance.

Patton sat down next to Virgil and laid his head on his shoulder. Virgil wrapped his arm around him.

“You guys are lucky I knew where you were.”

“Yeah, how did you do that? Do you have us micro-chipped or something?” Roman questioned.

Patton just smiled mysteriously.

~

Patton popped his head into their bedroom, where Janus was talking into a phone. Patton listened for a moment as Janus talked to someone in rapid fire French, sounding mildly irritated.

He noticed Patton standing in the doorway and held up a hand signaling he would be done soon. He rolled his eyes and mouthed “Grandmother” at him.

Patton stifled a giggle. Janus’s grandmother was notoriously difficult.

“Oui, oui mémé, je promets.”

He put down the phone with a sigh.

“Why is she like this?” He sighed in exasperation.

Patton wrapped his arms around Janus’s waist and nuzzled into his neck.

“It’s ‘cause she loves you, honeybee.”

“Loves to annoy me, more like. Anyways, did you need something, mon cœur ?”

“Yeah, you said you’d help with dinner?”

“Course, give me a minute, I’m coming.”

“I’ll go peel the potatoes.” Patton bounced down the stairs.

On the couch, Logan and Roman were attempting to watch a period drama, keyword, attempting.

They were currently critiquing the costumes in the show, Roman in particular was raving about corsets on bare skin.

Patton smiled, he loved them both very much, but watching a movie or show with them was nearly impossible. They both had trouble keeping their thoughts to themselves.

“Having fun?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to Roman’s forehead.

“Corsets on bare skin, Patton! What is wrong with them?” Roman flung his hands up, nearly knocking Patton’s glasses off.

“Whoops, sorry.” He apologized.

Patton kissed him again and gave Logan a quick side hug.

“You guys enjoy, I’m going to get started on dinner.”

“I highly doubt I will be able to enjoy it, considering all the mistakes in the writing and costuming.” Logan muttered.

Janus joined him in making dinner and together they worked efficiently. Janus was a great cook and a good help in the kitchen. Together, they managed to make something good without getting in each others’ way too much.

Janus put on an old timey jazz song and as the food sizzled on the stove, they slowed gently in the kitchen.

The door opened and Virgil blew in with a gust of cold air. He groaned as he dropped his bag on the floor.

“Everything all right, mon amour?” Janus questioned.

“Just tired, training was hard today.” Virgil sighed.

“Yeah, I see. Go take a shower.” Janus wrinkled his nose.

Virgil made to kiss Janus but he warded him off.

“Go shower first.” He instructed.

“I want a kiss.” Virgil whined.

“I’ll give you a kiss.” Patton said.

“Don’t enable him.” Janus groaned but he pressed a quick kiss to Virgil’s nose.

Patton drew Virgil in for a soft, gentle one and then pushed him in the direction of the shower.

“Go. Food’s nearly done.”

Right on cue, Roman bounced into the kitchen, Logan trailing behind him.

“Food’s ready?” He asked.

“Not yet. Will you guys set the table?” Patton asked.

As busy clattering filled the kitchen, Patton felt a smile slip onto his lips. Janus noticed and wrapped his arms around him.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered into his ear.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

“Yeah, we really are.” He sighed.

They smiled as Virgil entered the kitchen and promptly got wrapped up in a hug from Roman.

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[willow-salix]

Day 2 of Isolation on Tracy Island 2.0 (Fluffember prompt : sky)

Day 2 of Isolation 2.0 on Tracy Island and...well I'll be honest, it's not been too bad yet. Everyone seems a lot more civilised than they were the first time, maybe because it's not as bad globally as it was back in… March was it? What year is this, do I still have my youth or have they sucked it out of me? 

Anyway, yes, they are better behaved than the first time, I guess because the shock's over with and it's been so long in a kind of half limbo that we're pretty used to it now. They spent the night trying to convince me that they had dragged me from my little witch cave for my benefit rather than theirs, they lie. 

Either way, they are slightly less rowdy, according to Jeff, slightly tidier, according to Grandma but still not at all self sufficient, according to John. 

I'd decided that, as I had little choice in the matter, I'd make the best of it. I strolled into the empty lounge, dropped my three bags on the floor, raised my arms and yelled at the top of my voice, "Honey, I'm home!" 

I don't know what I expected, maybe to be greeted enthusiastically, to have various family members run in from all directions, so happy and grateful to see me, I mean, I was pretty open to any display of affection, truth be told. 

But no, not one of them bothered to come and say hello. 

"I might as well go back home," I grumbled to Scott who had finished the post flight checks of One and ambled in after me. "I even brought snacks and I'm being ignored." 

"Snacks?" his hand was in the bag I indicated by kicking it with my toe before I'd even finished speaking. 

"Well, now I know why I was wanted," I sniffed. "Let me guess, food standards have slipped now that you've all eaten through the meals I left in the freezers last time I was here?" 

"That has nothing to do with why we wanted you," he assured me, flopping down on one of the couches with his pilfered bounty bar. He unwrapped the chocolate and bit into it, humming happily. "You always bring the best chocolate with you."

"Well, I don't like that American stuff you get," I dropped down beside him and stole the other half of the bar. 

"There's nothing wrong with American things," he argued. "Quality products from there."

My eyes slid sideways to look at him. "Dude, are you counting yourself as a quality product?" 

"Maybe," he didn't bother denying it. 

There wasn't much I could say to that really so I shifted the conversation. 

"Where are the other idiots?" 

He shrugged. 

"That's helpful, thanks." I sighed, resting my head back against the sofa. It was weird but this time really did feel so different, almost like it had been inevitable, we were just waiting for it to come.

"I'm not doing all the work this time," I warned him, "like, you guys are gonna have to step up, I refuse to be your maid and run around after you all like I did last time. New lockdown, new rules."

"We don't need a maid," he argued. "Is it so hard to believe that we just want you here so we're all together?" 

I shrugged, still feeling a bit like I'd been both blindsided and guilt tripped into it, not to mention feeling rather damp and itchy from the decontamination chamber Brains has forced me into. I told him that I'd been extra careful, that I'd been following the social distancing, yet he hadn't listened and still insisted that I needed to be blasted. 

"Here's the thing," he poked me to make sure I was listening. "Last time you were here to help us get through it. We were all feeling a bit helpless and frustrated and without you here distracting us and bossing us around, things would have been a lot worse. This time is different, this time it would be you stuck at home, we're still able to go out and do our jobs now, even though we're still getting fewer calls than normal and some countries aren't allowing entry, but because of that, as soon as your lockdown came in you would have been alone for a month."

"I think I could have handled that."

"Do you though, do you really?" 

I glanced at him, not detecting the teasing tone I had been expecting. Could I have handled it? So many people were stuck alone, unable to see their loved ones, their friends and family or to even go to work again. All the little things that make life more bearable and they had been taken away again. I like peace and quiet, but I knew he was right, being locked away, on my own for another month, maybe longer, it wouldn't actually be good for me.

"Admit it, you love us, you'd miss us."

"I admit nothing," but he was right, I would. I hadn't really thought about it, I guess that's what everyone is doing, trying not to think about it all too much but, while the thought of having a month at home, in peace and quiet sounded like a dream, I wouldn't actually want it. 

"You're back!" Alan yelled, cannonballing onto the sofa from parts unknown. 

"I guess so," I conceded, trying not to melt when he squished up beside me and stole the chocolate I'd been eating. 

"Do you mind?" I asked, purely because I felt I had to, not for any real need to tell him off. 

"Nope," he grinned, popping the bounty in his mouth. 

"Wait, that's…coconut," I trailed off as he gagged, looking for somewhere to spit it out. I handed him a tissue from my bag and he gratefully emptied his mouth. 

"This is going to be hell, isn't it?" I asked no one in particular. 

"Probably," Scott agreed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "But at least we'll all be together."

"Joy," I muttered but I did hug him back. 

"Are you going to keep a diary this time, too?" Alan asked, having recovered a bit. 

"I might," I hedged, not telling him that I'd started yesterday. "But I'm not doing it alone this time, you're all going to help me. Deal?" 

"Deal," he agreed. 

Gradually a few more wandered in, mostly to pick through my luggage like the vulture that they are, knowing that this time I had been wise enough to bring the contents of my fridge and half my cupboards with me. 

Gordon yoinked my pringles, Alan took my milkshake, Virgil helped himself to my chocolate chip cookies. 

"Hi," the normally beloved voice said behind me. 

I didn't turn around. "I blame you for the fact that I'm here again, you know that, right?" 

"Yep," John dropped down beside me on the couch, lifting his arm for me to snuggle under. 

"Cuddles will not make up for this betrayal," I warned him, not that it stopped me from taking advantage of it. Any Tracy in a storm and all that, plus this one might be the best, though I am slightly biased. 

"We appreciate your sacrifice," he told me solemnly. "And to show our appreciation, we organised a little something."

"You did?" Did I sound sceptical? I believe I did. 

"We did!" Alan joined in. "We did some research and found that it's traditional to eat baked potatoes and chilli tonight."

"It is?" I frowned, wracking my brains as to what the heck he was talking about. I was also slightly worried about who had done the cooking. 

"Yes," John got up, dragging me to my feet and propelled me towards the windows. He nodded to Virgil, who messaged Brains, saying something I couldn't hear. 

As one, all the other idiots surrounded us, all looking up, heads tipped back expectantly, like baby birds awaiting food. 

"What are we doing?" I asked, completely confused. 

"It's November 5th," Scott answered. "Remember, remember the 5th of November." 

Oooooh. I didn't have time to answer as the first rocket shot up into the air, exploding in a burst of colour and sound, lighting up the dark night sky... 

#thunderbirds in isolation #thunderbirds are go #isolation island #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds #witch #thunderbirds fanfiction

[galactic-magick]

Kiss Me: Logan x Reader

Request: Hmmm. So from the prompt list, maybe number 7 (“If you don’t kiss me right this second I swear I’ll strangle you”) with childhood best friends to lovers logan x reader? Thank you!

Summary: You have a summer party with the sides and come to terms with your feelings for Logan.

Words: 2100+                                        

Warnings: swears, some kissy kissy

Author’s Notes: I got a little carried away with this one XD This is probably the longest one shot I’ve ever written lol, hope y’all like it!

Taglist: @luluwinchester​ @nerve-ous-love​ @zarieslayer​ @amayaisokay​

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“Food’s ready everyone!” Patton calls, sliding the last burger onto the serving plate. He’s always been fantastic on the grill, and today he made pretty much everything he knows how. He made burgers, veggie burgers, hot dogs, kabobs, and everything in between.

It’s been a while since you’ve had a fun gathering with the sides, so when he suggested having a summer party in the backyard you all were ecstatic. You’ve all been friends for years, but sadly life gets in the way sometimes and you don’t get to hang out as much anymore.

As much as you’re happy to see everyone there, you can’t help but be extra excited to see Logan. He’s your best friend, and has been through thick and thin. He’s always the first to check in on you and help you out whenever you need it and you truly feel like you can be yourself around him. He lifts you up yet isn’t afraid to be honest with you. He balances you out perfectly.

“Hey guys!” you wave.

“Y/N! So glad you could make it!” Patton runs over and gives you a hug.

Virgil and Janus wave back and Roman and Remus greet you as well.

“Hello,” Logan nods with a smile.

You skip to him as your grin brightens, “Hello,”

“It’s very nice to see you,”

“Of course it is,” you laugh. “It’s nice to see you too. How’ve you been?”

“Very well. Everything appears to be working smoothly. You?”

“I’ve been alright,”

If you’re not mistaken, he’s gotten even more handsome since the last time you saw him. Is that possible?

Wait, what are you thinking?

No, no, it’s fine. It’s totally normal to find your friends attractive, right? You’re sure he’d say the same about you, and it wouldn’t be weird at all.

But damn does his smile make your heart flutter, and the way his slightly grown out bangs fall around his forehead gives you an irresistible urge to touch it. As you grab your food together his hand brushes against yours just for a moment, but it sends shivers down your spine for several more. He makes you laugh whether or not he’s trying to and fascinates you with his extensive knowledge on various topics. He makes you happier than anyone on the planet.

But of course none of that really means anything, right? Never mind the fact that since seeing him today you haven’t been able to get the thought of kissing him out of your head, how badly you want to just whisk him away to the side of the house, grab his shirt and make out with him ‘til you can’t breathe.

Alright, maybe that’s not normal.

It’s not like it would ever happen anyway, you’re sure he sees you as just a friend and you’re honestly fine with that. You’d never want to lose your best friend simply because you caught feelings.

As everyone finishes up their meal, you notice Remus running to the porch and shuffling around in a trash bag.

You turn to Logan, “What’s he doing?”

“I’ve found it’s best not to wonder,” he rolls his eyes. “It’s probably nothing of importance…NO WAIT WATCH OUT!”

Before you know it, you’re completely soaked head to toe and swivel around to see Remus pointing a huge water gun directly at you.

“WATER FIGHT!!” he screeches, pulling out more guns from the bag and tossing them to everyone.

Logan got a bit wet too, but not nearly as much as you, “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, allow me to grab you some towels-“

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s just water,” you glare at Remus. “Hopefully,”

“Neither the color or smell indicate that it’s not,”

You chuckle, grabbing a squirter from the ground, “Come on, help me get back at him,”

“I really shouldn’t, I would prefer to stay as dry as possible,”

“Come on,” you grab his hand and pull him up. “Please?”

He stares at you helplessly, searching for an excuse but unable to resist, “Alright,”

You smile, grabbing him another gun and racing across the yard.

Patton starts filling up some water balloons while Roman flings them around, no one can tell whose side he’s on because he’s barely hitting anything. Janus is taking advantage of his extra arms by having a super soaker in each and aiming at literally everyone. Virgil has teamed up with you and Logan and focuses everything he’s got on Remus.

“Roman I must say, your aim is absolutely preposterous,” Logan comments.

“Oh, would you like to try it? I highly doubt you could do any better,”

“Actually, yes,” he grins, taking a water balloon and throwing it directly at Remus’s face.

Everyone’s mouth falls open.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Roman gasps, completely baffled.

“It’s not too difficult, just a few physics calculations and some practice,”

“Can you show me?” you ask, taking another balloon and squinting your eye towards Remus.

“Of course,” he places his hands on your shoulders and straightens out your stance. You desperately hope he doesn’t notice you stiffening and holding your breath from his touch. “The key is to have your arm in line with your eyesight. Even when you pull it back, if you’re not focused the follow through won’t work,”

You nod, gulping a bit and trying not to shake.

“Okay, now try it. It’s alright if you don’t hit him immediately,” his palm stays on your back as you throw it, hitting Remus’s leg.

“I hit him!” you squeal.

“Wonderful! Now we just have to work on aiming a bit higher-“ he steps in front of you as Remus darts a balloon back in your direction. His shirt gets drenched and Remus cackles.

“Oh no, Logan-“

His expression isn’t angry surprisingly. Instead, there’s a fire in his eyes that you’ve never seen before, the face of someone genuinely having fun.

He smirks at you, the way he always does when the gears are turning in his brain.

“Patton, can I see that?” he points towards the hose he’s been using to fill the balloons. Patton nods and Logan gets to work, using all your water guns to build a big canon and positioning it towards Remus. He turns it up to the highest pressure possible and blasts him.

It doesn’t hurt him of course, and even if it did he probably wouldn’t care. He merely falls back laughing, rolling around on the ground and covering himself with dirt and grass.

“Wow,” you sigh, eyes wide.

“You did ask me to help you get back at him, did you not?”

“I most certainly did,”

“Well,” he sets everything down. “I hope I delivered,”

“You did…” your gaze is locked on him. Who knew such a silly water war could make you so much more in love with him, especially with the way his wet shirt clings to him and the droplets on his glasses-

“Are you quite alright?” Logan inquires, concerned.

“Mhmmm,”

“Who wants to make some s’mores?” Patton calls, snatching some firewood. Everyone agrees so he gets it started, wanting to give it time to turn into hot coals. He grabs some crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows from inside and some sticks.

Logan gets towels for everyone and tenderly wraps one around your shoulders. The dampness is still cold, but the sweet gesture warms you up a bit.

Would it be crazy if you told him how you’ve been feeling tonight? Would it be completely irresponsible to flirt with him a bit? It feels wrong, but it feels more right than wrong. You just know he’s the one you’re meant to be with. You can’t imagine yourself with anyone else. He’s your best friend after all, and you’re sure any future partner you could ever have would be threatened by how close you are anyway. If you simply dated each other that wouldn’t be a problem.

But you’re terrified. You can feel your heart pulsing through your fingertips as you hold the marshmallow over the coals. The hot flames make your face burn and you can’t tell the difference between your sweat and the water covering you from earlier. You grow quiet, and Logan notices.

“Is there something wrong?”

Thankfully the other sides are engaged in their own conversation, so they don’t put any attention on you.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired,” you say, pulling your marshmallow away and squishing it between your graham crackers and chocolate.

“Did I mention that you look exquisite today?”

You almost choke on your sandwich, “What?”

“And I assure you our little water detour didn’t change that,”

“Oh, um,” you wipe your mouth with a napkin. “Thank you. You look really good too,”

“I hope that’s alright for me to say, please forgive me if I’ve crossed a line,”

“No!” you shake your head a bit too hard. “I mean, it’s fine. You can say that as much as you want, if that is what you want. Of course you don’t have to,”

Shit.

A smile tugs at his lips, as if he’s actually charmed by your bumbling, “Would you care to go inside? I believe Patton has quite a few card and board games if you’re interested,”

You nod. It’s getting a bit chilly outside anyway, and maybe being alone with him will settle your nerves a bit. Your newly discovered feelings for him aside, he’s always the one person who makes you most comfortable.

He grabs the checkers and sets it up on the table next to the couch, “You can go first,”

You move your first piece and the game begins. He doesn’t hold back of course, he’s not the type to let anyone win on purpose, but he doesn’t rub it in your face either. He makes you smile the entire time and you almost forget how anxious you were before.

That is, until the game finishes and it all comes rushing back. He won, and he looks absolutely adorable. Your stomach is in knots and you just want to look at him this satisfied forever.

“Hey, Logan?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever wonder if we’d work well in a relationship? Like a romantic one?”

“I…” he considers it, his cheeks flushing a deep pink. “I can’t say I’ve never contemplated the idea. Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering,” you shrug it off, assuming he’ll want to move on from the topic.

“I think we would,” he says confidently, yet still not able to meet your eyes. “If I’m being completely honest, which I assure you I am, I’ve thought about it many times,”

Your heart pounds in your chest.

“You’re wonderful, Y/N. I admire everything about you. You’re everything I want and value in both a friend and a partner, and I daresay even more. If you ever wanted to escalate our relationship to a deeper level, I would oblige immediately. I truly would,”

You don’t really know what to say. He just confessed his affections for you better than you ever could’ve, and quite frankly you don’t think you could top it. It feels like your heart is beating faster and slower at the same time, the relief of knowing and the panic of what happens next. Obviously he wants you to say yes, right?

But all you can think about is how much you want his lips on yours.

You meet his gaze, “If you don’t kiss me right this second I swear I’ll strangle you,”

“I’m sorry?”

“I love you. It took me a long time to realize, but I know it now. I love you,” you release all the nervous energy. “Now please just kiss me,”

“I…I love you too,” his eyes dart around your face and his grin lights up. It’s as if he can’t take you all in not matter how hard he tries. Nothing in the universe could ever compare to you or what he feels for you.

He kisses you gently at first, resting his hand on your neck. His lips taste like chocolate from the s’mores and they’re perfectly warm.

He pulls away, “Is this okay? Is this what you want?”

“Oh my gosh yes please don’t stop,” you pull him back to you, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him harder. He becomes more self-assured as you go, running his fingers through your hair and holding your waist to bring you closer.

He apologizes when his glasses hit you, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is the fact that his body is on yours and you’re finally kissing the love of your life.

After a while you fall back on the cushions breathless. Logan props himself up on his elbows and grasps your hands, holding them to his cheeks. You smile up at him, giggling a bit.

“I can’t believe we waited so long to do this,” he says, kissing your palm.

You smirk, “Well let’s not wait to do it again,”

#logan sanders x reader #sanders sides x reader #logan sanders #sanders sides #ts logan

[starshineandbooks]

Things are better if I stay...

word count: 4,105

Title from Helena by My Chemical Romance

Ao3

Warnings: MAJOR CHARTER DEATH! Angst, dealing with the death, after life, trauma, blood, gore, attempted murder, accidental murder, successful murder, Murderous! Virgil (He isn’t the killer) LOGAN ANGST! Fuck it, everyone hurts. Also not beta read

Pairings: LAMP, Thomas/Harley (Heart)

For @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors‘ Laoft au LOGAN ANGST

Summary: A coup gone wrong ends Logan’s life early, even by human standards, he dies and his loved ones are left to pick up the pieces. 

AKA: I got sad so I took my emotional support character from not only the fandom but the LAOFT AU specificaly, and killed him. Oops.

Logan wasn’t supposed to be there, he never was. It was meant for his husband, for Virgil. A plan made by drunken faeries to throw a coup, and try to over through Virgil.

   Virgil who was at home with their daughter. Virgil who was the faerie prince. Virgil who would later be very very murderous.

   Logan strides through the door of the faerie hill,making sure he has everything in his satchel, eyes falling to the crunching leaves under foot. He sighs, the autumn air chilly this evening, just this side of unpleasant.

   The next time Logan has to go and get Bell’s lesbian out of trouble he’ll have to have a real coming to Jesus with Bell. Logan shakes the thought from his mind, he must be spending too much time with May.

   “Help!” A voice calls, and Logan goes still.

   Logan is not delusional, he is still in a decidedly Fae part of the woods, and voices from an unseen source are definitely not to be trustable.

   “HELP ME!” It rings again.

   A second voice sounds, “No, you’ll draw attention.”

   The second voice sounds like that of an injured man.

   Logan swallows, he can’t leave them here. The voices, they’re those of his mortal husbands. Logan could never just leave them there.

   Logan has never been very good at rationing things when he is distressed for a loved one.

   He doesn't care, he runs to the right suddenly, following the calls for help that are in Patton’s voice, broken and brittle like glass shards. Scared, almost as chilling as when he’d been confronted with the Roman the serpent king owned, the night Roman.

   Logan doesn't feel the first arrow until the second one is hitting.

   Each arrow goes to his chest, hitting vital organs, and making him bleed entirely too much. He feels each arrow, fifteen in total, hit him, piercing through his skin and muscles, flowers growing from his wounds and hurting him further.

   Logan crumples and hears an exchange of words that worry him.

   “Oh fuck- That’s snowmelt! Oh we are so dead!”

   “You are so dead, I didn’t shoot the arrows.”

   “That won’t matter when the witch hears about it.”

   Logan swallows hard, eyes glazing over and heart racing, what if they get Virgil next?

   “Virg-” HIs throat is too full of sharp bloody shards of pain to continue.

   “Logan?!” Virgil calls, appearing, it’s pretty hard for the magic in Logan’s bracelet to not let Virgil know of Logan’s condition.

   Virgil scans the area just long enough to feel terrified before he looks to the ground and feels something far, far more potent than the terror of a few seconds before.

   “Logan- This- This isn’t funny! Come on, get up! Get up, get up you- you- you incredibly wonderful man, get up!” Virgil shrieks, knees feeling weaker than they have in years.

   “Get up.”

   Logan swallows hard and manages, “I would like that very much, yes.”

   “Then get up!”

   “It seems as though I cannot at the moment, darling.” Logan coughs hard, lungs rattling and blood coming to splatter his face and arm as Logan tries to cover his mouth.

   “Logan,” Virgil says, sinking to his knees in a surly undignified matter.

   Not that Virgil could care in even the slightest with Logan bleeding out on the forest floor, in front of him no less. This isn’t right. This isn’t okay. Nothing is okay and he’s going to lose Logan isn’t he?

   What is he going to tell PAtton and Roman? Kai, Sloane, Remy, Emilie, everyone else? What will he tell Linda? Or Dot and LArry?

   God, what will he tell Thomas?

   “Pretty stars tonight,” Logan rasps, eyes falling from the sky back to Virgil, “darling?”

   “Yeah,” Virgil nods, he’ll alway agree with his husbands.

   But right now Logan could say he’d never loved Virgil, and wanted to marry the serpent king but married Virgil to spite the unseelie, and that Logan had never loved anyone, and that Virgil deserved to be tortured, and Virgil would agree. Virgil would agree to anything.

   “Don’t be sad, love.” Logan says weakly, reaching for Virgil.

   Except that.

   How could Virgil ever possibly not be sad over this?!

   “Logan,” Virgil sobs, eyesight blurring at an alarming rate. But he takes Logan’s hand between his own two gently, “Logan don’t, I can get us to May.”

   Virgil focuses everything he has on taking Logan to May, the shadows closing in around them, he won’t lose Logan too. Never, Logan isn’t- Logan’s not even old enough to die by human standards!

   A startled shriek from Patton on the couch followed by a gasp and a call for mAy in about three voices.

   Virgil’s own, if anyone was really listening, was distorting and turning decidedly non human, and much more eldritch horror-y than not.

   “Shhh,” Logan shushes, “Don’t -Linny’s asleep.”

   Virgil snaps back around to give Logan a very dirty look, how dare Logan shush him when Logan is literally dying. Oh god, Logan is dying- this isn’t right. Nothing is right-

   “Everyone get the hell away from Logan.” May snaps, stomping forward with a black bag with pastel paisley embroidered on it and her duck slippers.

   Virgil growls low, in the back of his throat, and not even he is sure what the sound most resembles.

   May stares at Logan and she shakes her head with a sigh, “Logan, baby, why on God’s green earth would ya decided to become target in target practice, ya mongrel!? Are ya tryin’ ta kill me early?”

   Logan stares just a little more blank than anyone would like at May’s face, “Nana-”

   “Don’t you dare start some goodbye speech.”

   And as if the moment could not get any worse, as if the universe hadn’t just done the not only unthinkable, but the also unforgivable by promising Logan chronic pain if not death, banshee shrieking starts up in the yard.

   The snarl that leaves Roman as he drags Patton into the yard is much more threatening than Virgil thinks he’s ever heard.

   “‘M sorry.” Logan rasps, a gurgle following before he swallows as hard as he can, “nd I love you, and all o’ them. Don’- d-”

   “Logan don’t you dare,” May snaps wetly, “Don’t you dare! Just hold on!”

   She sets a hand on his shoulder and starts digging through her bag hastily with the other.

   “Don’ let them be too sa-”

   “Logan, I’ll kill you if you do this.” She growls, pulling a bottle from the bag and opening it quickly before doing her level best to get it down Logan’s throat.

   Logan swallows the liquid as best he can around the lack of control over his muscles he has going on. His eyes fall to Virgil’s, trying to plead Virgil to do something. To ease the pain.

   And what Virgil wouldn’t do for those quick silver eyes.

   “Have I told you about how I love you? Well, I’ll tell you again.” Virgil’s voice starts to lessen in distortion and grows more and more alike to the moon breaching the broken ice of a pond.

   Logan’s breathing becomes more and more shallow, and even harder to keep up. His lungs rattle with every breath now, and his blood collects in his throat.

   And Virgil talks, he isn’t quite sure what he’s saying, and from the looks of it, neither is Logan. May has turned her back on them, oddly quiet.

   Then, “Vatti?”

   A small voice, a girl’s voice. Linda’s voice.

   As if shocked, Logan tries to get to see his baby one last time, figure out why she sounds so broken.

   Linda slowly steps forward, “VAtti, what- Is he-”

   “Go upstairs, Linny.” May says, voice making Virgil think on those spiky balls from the trees everyone uses around christmas, sometimes called a witch burr, but as miserable as wet socks.

   “Mamaw-”

   “Upstairs Linda Marie.”

   Linda casts a look to Logan and chokes, “Papa-”

   “He loves ya, now go upstairs.”

   “Mamaw-”

   “Now. One.”

   “But-”

   “Two, Miss Linny I’ll tan yer hide if ya make me get ta three.”

   “I love you papa,” Linda says before running upstairs to try to pray this all into some twisted, dark, horrendous nightmare.

   Virgil looks down just in time to watch the life and fight leave Logan’s eyes, and oh, that’s a rather dull look in those eyes. Isn’t it?

   “What’ll we tell Thomas?” Virgil asks after a pause of who knows how long, but more than he could bear.

   “The truth, I’d imagine.”

   “You want to tell Logan that his brother was murdered in cold blood in the middle of  faerie?” Virgil growls, then growls lower, “He was killed in the middle of my land.”

   “So he was.”

   “I have business as soon as we finish telling the others.” Virgil sneers, “Someone is going to answer for all of this.”

   May turns after a moment, “You won’t be going alone.”

   “We’ll see you hag.”

   “Shuddup.” May scoffs.

   And if the two are teary or maybe even crying, neither says anything, just this once.

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   Virgil doesn't know when Patton and Roman came in, only that he hadn’t gone to bed yet. Having instead opted to sit in Logan’s garden, out back.

   “Virgil?” Roman asks after a moment, sitting on the ground beside his husband. “Did- Was he in pain-”

   Virgil snorts, “No, he was only murdered and shot full of arrows, he wasn’t in-” Virgil promptly shuts his mouth before sighs, “I- I am sorry. That was cruel.”

   “Just- just a little, sweetie.” Patton ists on Virgil’s otherside, and Virgil isn’t sure when that happened either.

   “We have to tell the others, his parents. We have to tell Thomas,” Virgil croaks, “How are we meant to tell Thomas?”

   “Linda said she saw him.” Roman supplies, “So, uh, there’s that.”

   Virgil forces himself to look at Roman, and he nearly screams when he sees the look upon Roman’s face. Whether in protective rage or broken sobs, Virgil’s isn’t sure, so he bites it back.

   “He uh- God!” Virgil mutters something unkind under his breath about himself and words before managing, “He said we shouldn’t be sad. What the fuck does that mean?!”

   Patton gives a laugh, and the underlying tone of a glass bell breaking as it rings isn’t unnoticed by Virgil. Virgil turns his head to see Patton and that was also a bad choice. It seems Virgil is only capable of making incredibly, spectacularly horrid decisions tonight.

   “Just like him,” Roman shakes his head, setting his hands palm down on his knees and squeezing, “always so dismissive of his own worth!”

   A thick, suffocating, decidedly sharp silence settles over the three. None of them quite touch the others, but they all want to.

   To everyone’s surprise, it’s Mamaw who breaks the silence by walking into the backyard. Hands on her hips, “It’s three thirty in the morning, get yer asses in bed. This ain’t gonna be an easy recovery but we all know Logan’d have our hides if we let it tear us apart.”

   “Mamaw,” Roman croaks weakly, turning to see his grandmother, “You can’t mean-”

   “I mean what I said, Roman. Get yourselves in the house, or the faerie hill or somewhere else, but ya better sleep. We’re all going over to the Sanders house as soon as the sun comes up, because tonight’s a full moon and I am not going ta loose more o’ ya.”

   “We should go there now.” PAtton says softly, “They’ll be angry if we put it off.”

   “But-”

   “I’ll go.” Virgil pushes to his feet, eyes finding the moon, not technically full, tomorrow night it will be though.

   “Virgil-”

   Virgil turns to face the humans, his humans, “You could come, if you like. I would not blame you if you stayed though.”

   “We-”

   “You two are decidedly human, yer stayin’ right here.” May says sharply, “and Virgil will be back by breakfast.”

   “Yes, by breakfast.” Virgil says, though he isn’t sure when it is, or whether it will be this particular breakfast.

   May nods, corralling PAtton and Roman into the house, and onto the couch, because she isn’t fool enough to think they’d sleep in the bed all four shared. Three now.

   ----------

   Thomas shrieked when Virgil appeared in his bedroom, waking a worried Harley with said shriek.

   “Oh- goodness! Virgil-”

   “I didn’t mean to come to this room.” Virgil whispers softly, “I’m sorry.”

   “It’s fine, force of habit, I mean, Logan used to share this room with me and-”

   Virgil gives a choked sob at his husband’s name.

   “Is Logan sick or something?” Thomas staggers out of bed quickly, grabbing a shirt from the floor.

   “They-” Virgil shakes his head, “He’s dead. Dead, dead, dead.”

   Thomas goes silent and Harley mutters a curse word.

   “Well, I suppose we’d better go downstairs then.” Thomas sighs, shaking his head, “And, you’re sure he’s y’know, gone?”

   Virgil gives an indignant sound, “As if I didn’t watch it happen.”

   “Okay.” Thomas walks to stand by Virgil, and he just pulls the taller man into a hug, “It’ll be okay.”

   “How are you so-”

   “Calm?” Thomas gives a laugh, “I'm not awake and haven’t processed it yet, give me a bit.”

   “O-oh.”

   “I’ll go get- uh- yeah.” Harley finishes lamely, striding out of the room.

   Brian rushes into the room, “Linda’s upset, she said-”

   “I heard,” Thomas sighs, “Brian it’s threey forty ish, why’re you even awake?”

   “Had a nightmare, ‘nd I didn’t wanna bother anyone, but kitty’s always there.”

   Virgil sighs, finally wrapping Thomas up in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

   “It wasn’t your fault.���

   “You can’t know that!”

   “I do. You’d never hurt any of them, let alone kill.” Thomas says thickly, “”mon then, we’d better go tell mom and dad.”

   “I’m still sorry.”

   Virgil is led downstairs and sat on the couch, in Logan’s spot on the couch. And if that doesn't just make him want to scream, cry, or through a tantrum he isn’t sure what does.

   He is vaguely aware of voices, and a conversation happening, but he couldn’t tell you who was speaking or what was being said.

   “Virgil,” Logan’s voice insists urgently, and he knows it’s just his mind being cruel. Logan can’t be here, Logan’s gone.

   “Virgil!” Thomas says louder, setting a hand on his shoulder, “Hey bud- we uh-”

   “We- was he in pain.”

   Virgil just nods slowly, “Uh- yeah, arrows do that.”

   “He was-” Dot swallows hard.

   “Y-yeah. Well, I should go. I’m sorry I don’t uhm- I don’t wanna intrude-”

   “You can stay.” LArry offers weakly, “You’re family.”

   “I have business to attend to.” Virgil says finally, “The sooner I start the sooner the bastards that killed him are found.”

   “O-oh.”

   “Hey uhm….” Thomas sighs before he just goes for it, “You’re family Virgil, don’t disappear on us. Please. And don’t you dare disappear on your daughter and husbands.”

   “But-”

   “You better come back on friday, we’ll have a big family dinner, all the gang.”

   “But.”

   “You’ll be here.” Thomas says, “And you’ll do it.”

   “Thomas-”

   “Go home, see your husbands.” Harley says finally, “It’ll do you some good.”

   Virgil looks to Harley, startled, “But-”

   “Go.”

   ----------

   Virgil appears in the kitchen to his own house after a stop to demand Bell and white to start an investigation. It involved Bell and WHite berating him for abandoning the living husbands.

   Virgil finds Patton and Roman on the couch, tangled to gether. Tear tracks staining their faces, but their breathing deep and even, they’re asleep.

   Virgil goes about lifting them, and carrying them to the guest room, curled together and clinging to each other in his arms.

   He sets them on the bed and sits on the edge, he won’t be sleeping tonight, or maybe ever again.

   Linda stands in the doorway, “Vatti?”

   Virgil turns, he’s never been good at ignoring, let alone denying his daughter anything, especially such a thing as comfort.

   “C’mere liebling.” Virgil says gently, holding his arms out.

   Linda rushes forward, burying herself in Virgil’s arms and chest, clambering into his lap. Virgil hugs her as tight as he can while she still breathes.

   “Vatti, I- Will he come back like Gretta did?”

   “No.” Virgil says, “No.”

   “Oh. Good. But uhm…. Are you all going to leave too?”

   “No liebling.” Virgil says, “I would never leave you.”

   “But- what about daddy and pop?”

   “Oh, liebling,” Virgil hums gently, “Not on purpose. But they’re human, they’ll die eventually. You and I will still be here though.”

   “O-oh.” Linda says weakly, “But why-” she cuts off and a sob wracks her body.

   “Because liebling, life isn’t fair.” Virgil says, not quite sure what she was going to ask but knowing it wasn’t about to be pleasant.

   “I hate this.” She whispers, “It’s- it’s- it’s atrocious.”

   Virgil gives a cut off sob at her choice of words, “Oh liebling, you’ll be the smartest one in the family as you get older.”

   “Don’t wanna be the smartest, I want my papa.” She says petulantly.

   “I know.” Virgil says gently. “I know.”

   ----------

   Logan wakes up. To his surprise, in no pain and under a blue sky with those puffy white clouds. A large dog barks excitedly at him, so he pushes to his feet and tilts his head, watching the creature.

   It barks again, turning tail and running to the edge of a tree line before turning to bark once more. Ah, Logan supposes he’s meant to follow the dog?

   Logan shrugs, then laughs at himself, no one is around to see such a slip of self control after all. He follows the dog, noting the trees to be apple trees.

   As the dog leads him he finds himself wondering where his husbands are and- oh. Yes. He is dead then?

   He looks up to a startled gasp, finding a woman with inky hair and her hands on her hips.

   “Logan Sanders.” She snaps, cuffing the back of his head, “You left them?!”

   “I didn’t mean to.” Logan says, rubbing the back of his head in an attempt to soothe it, “Who are you and why did you hit me?”

   “You’re a moron, you know that?!” The woman scoffs, “Askin’ who I am, if Virgil didn’t-”

   “You’d be Gretta then.” Logan snorts, “You look better than last time I saw you.”

   “I’d hope.” She crosses her arms stiffly, glaring at Logan.

   Logan sighs, “He uhm…. Virgil misses you still. A lot, and as someone who ate your biscuit recipe product, may I just ask, do you know how spices work?”

   Greta scoffs, “If it ain’t broke ya don’t fix it! Yer insufferable.”

   Logan shakes his head, “I am sorry it was rude to say that I suppose I’ve spent too much time with Kai and Virgil.”

   “It’s fine, Logan.” Gretta shrugs, “I figure I have eternity to make you like my cooking.”

   “I see. Yes, I suppose so. But first, if I truly am dead, I think I have a snake to slap.”

   “What?”

   “I am less and less fond of the snake king every time Roman reveals another bit of past, I wish to slap the bastard out of the usurper.”

   “Oh.” Gretta blinks, a cheshire grin spreading over her lips, “Let me get Trudi and we’ll all go with ya.”

   “Very well.” Logan nods, eyes observing the people in the distance.

   “I think,” Gretta says, “This is the start of a wonderfully elaborate prank on my brother. Don’t you?”

   “Maybe.”

   “Well, c’mon, we’d better hurry up, I know Abbey’ll wanna see you. Not sure why, you aren’t nearly as pretty as Virgil was, but he wasn’t shit either.”

   Logan laughs softly, “Oh, you’re a little softer than he said-”

   Gretta cuffs the back of his head again, “Shut up ya overgrown pixie.”

   “O-oh.” Logan freezes, ‘Oh god Virgil- I left them. All of them- Thomas, my husbands, my parents, my friends.”

   “Oh, yes, crying fixes it.”

   Logan grabs Gretta’s wrist tightly, “No, you don’t get it. I left all of them, but I also left my baby. She is ten. My ten year old daughter saw me just as I was dying.”

   “Oh.” Gretta blinks, “That’s uhm- Let’s go get Abbey, she’ll be better equipped for emotions.”

   “I just want to go home!” Logan snaps, “Please?!”

   “Ya can’t, Logan. Yer here now.”

   “Thanks, I hate it.” Logan croaks, his voice cracking like thin ice over a lake, and he plunges into the darkness below.

   “Oh- ABIGAIL GAUGE!”

   “YEAH?!”

   “C’MERE WOULD YA?! LOGAN’S HERE EARLY AND HAVING A PITY PARTY AND I CAIN’T HELP ‘IM!” Gretta calls, flinching as Logan collapses into her.

   She awkwardly wraps her arms around him, patting him stiffly, “There there. Strange faerie I don’t know well who’s sobbin’ inta my shirt.”

   “Virgil used to talk like that.” Logan says miserably, “I miss him.”

   “Ah, I know, little gremlin weaves his way into your heart and then you lose him.” Gretta mutters, “C’mon Logan you can’t mean to cry forever.”

   “I might.” Logan petulantly mumbles.

   “Logan, baby, that you?” A second woman’s voice sounds, “God, you’re bigger than I remember for sure.”

   Logan turns slowly, finding a fiery redhead, “Who- Who are you?”

   “I go by Abbey,” She shrugs, “I’m Roman’s mom.”

   “Mom and dad talked about you sometimes.”

   “Ye-ah, well, I talk about them sometimes too.” Abbey holds a hand out, “C’mon baby, we’ll get you settled and calmed down, then we can go wherever you like.”

   Logan takes Abbey’s hand, flinging his arms around her, feeling an oddly deep connection he didn’t know existed with this woman who looks just enough like Roman to hurt.

   And maybe it takes Logan a while to settle, sometimes it still hurts. But he does end up slapping Durrant, multiple times, Gretta, Trudi, and Abbey also join the slapping the bastard out of Durrant party.

   Virgil sees the poor faeries who killed Logan to a public execution. But it doesn't do anything to fix the ache Logan’s loss created. He’s more protective of his loved ones, each and every one of them. Especially Linda.

   Linda who may not look like Logan, but shares in the ability to grow plants. Linda who has taken up the habit of reading herself to sleep with dictionaries. Linda, who will outlive Virgil, god willing that is.

   Patton heals slowly, they all do, but Patton lost not only his husband, but his very first friend. Patton lost the man who he did his first play date with. Patton lost a lot when Logan left them, but he healed slowly.

   Roman becomes more reckless at first, he couldn’t care less, if he dies he can see Logan again. He eventually, through therapy Emilie provides -who else?- realizes that he still has so much to live for. It gets a little easier, but Roman internalizes it, that two men he’s loved dead, what if Patton aor Virgil is next?

   Virgil, Patton, and Roman’s marriage is strained at first. They still love each other, and that would never change, but the dynamic changed. They were mourning, and breaking, and not talking about it. Again. After a year and Linda sobbing and asking if they’re going to break up and leave her too, they go to counseling, which, helps. It isn’t perfect, and they’ll alway be missing their last piece, they won’t be whole. But, they’re better, they’re marriage isn’t strained.

   Thomas withdrew from the world, only really talking to Harley and Brian. He lost his best friend in the whole world, his barley younger but still baby, brother. He lost his partner in crime, his childhood memory. Now Thomas only knows half of everything, where as before Thomas knew half of everything, so did Logan, so they knew everything.

   May got crankier. May lost another kid she’d loved to a horrible accident. Another kid she couldn’t save. May lives in the past for a while, but she knows the drill, she’s probably the best prepared.

   Dot and Larry stop going in public when avoidable. They cry together, and the gp to therapy. They lost their child, and so much more. They lost not just Logan, but almost Thomas too.

   Kai doesn't make fun of Logan anymore, he misses the nerd.

   Sloane and Corbin try to keep Thomas company when they can, but they all have lives of their own.

   Elliot spends a lot of time with Virgil, maybe they weren’t as close to Logan, but they did count him a friend.

   Remy and Emilie while they mourn and definitely are a little strained and weary, they make sure the others have groceries and therapy. They do their level best to help the others when they can.

#sanders sides #laoft #major character death #blood #arrows #gore #after life #sanders sides angst #DEAD! Logan Sanders #romantic lamp

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Objection!: Chapter 21

Chapter title: A Winters Ball

A/n:  Merry Christmas Eve! Happy Hannukah! Happy Holidays to all! I hope this chapter is a nice something should you need it, it's a little longer so I hope that's ok! It's also bad but when are they not lol. Anyway, enjoy! Make sure to leave me some comments and Happy Holidays!

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summary: Patton throws a holiday party, with gifts for all!

pairings: Eventual logicality, eventual prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Alcohol, murder mention, drunk, implied abuse, gun, kissing, crying

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It started out so calm. Virgil arrived a little after seven looking happier than he had that entire week. He carried with him a small box, clutching to it as if it was his last hope. The kids pounced instantly, jumping forward as they drag Damian and Virgil further into the house only solidifying their stay.

“Ok” Patton laughs “Give Uncle Virge room to breathe '' He requests, the twins pout but let go moving away. Damian scurries back to his position, hiding safely with his father, clutching to the detective's legs. “Hey” Patton greets, a side hug is given.

“Papa! Can we play now?” Valerie asks, tugging loosely on her father's jeans. He chuckles shaking his head, he nods. Valerie races towards the living room where she has previously set toys and begins her game under the Christmas tree again. Remus sways in his spot, he watches Damian carefully.

“Uncle Virgil?” He speaks so softly, the adults almost miss his spoken words. “Would Dee like to play?” He wonders, Damian furrows his brows but pokes his head out ever so slightly “Dada let me buy a new game, it has snakes” he offers with a toothy grin. Virgil nods almost impressed by Remus’s calm manner, clearly quite taken to Damian. He turns to his son, lifting him carefully.

“Dee? Wanna go play with Remus?” He questions, Damian, shies away not wanting to meet his father's eyes “Damian” Virgil drags his name, he places his fingers on his son's lips, flubbing them gently. He giggles finally giving in.

“I'll play” He resigns, Virgil smiles letting him down. Remus, trying his hardest not to explode, bounces away with a frightened Damian. Yet Virgil sees something new in his son, a curious spark in his eyes.

“Happy birthday Virge '' Patton says finally once the kids are distracted. Virgil gives a coy smile following his friend into the kitchen. “Ok, we have got all your favorites.” Patton huffs triumphant, a proud aura around him. Virgil cheers silently, the sweet smell of each delectable treat making its way through his nose. “Alright what's with the smiles” Patton notes, Virgil's blush furthers

“Roman and I, may or may n-” Virgil stops as the door bursts open. The pair make their way to the main hall, Virgil quickly moves to his holster. Patton goes towards the now alert kids, their eyes fall on the figure that stumbles in. “Who are you!” Virgil demands, his gun pulled now. The kids squeal hiding behind Patton. Three pairs of hands clutch to him as he tries his hardest to breathe.

“I'm your worst nightmare” Is the simple, groan-inducing, response they receive. Soon enough the figure stands pointing his own weapon. Patton stifles a gasp, his hands placed protectively on the children.

“Pat, take the kids and go” He commands, Patton nods instantly picking up the three of them struggling as he races to the bedroom.

“I'm scared dada” Remus cries, not letting go of his father as they settle onto the bed. Patton nods through his own careful tears. Valerie and Damian follow Remus’s lead and grasp desperately to Patton. He cradles them, stroking their heads protectively hoping they can't hear the conversation arising outside. He takes a deep breath reaching for his phone, sending a quick text to Logan. He knows it's vague but he doesn't have space in his mind to worry about anything else right now.

“Is my Papi going to be ok?” Damian barely whispers, Patton takes staggered breaths before turning to Damian. “Uncle Pat?” He goes again

“Dee, I promise, he is going to be ok” Patton hopes, he knows Virgil never leaves the house without his gun and his bulletproof vest. Even then, the image of Virgil and that monster facing off rattles Patton.

“What do you want?” Virgil questions, hearing the door shut in the room.

“Not you, so I would get the hell out of my way” The figure speaks “You and your kids could get out of this safe. Just give me the lawyer” It requests, Virgil bites his lower lip. Fat chance, he re-asserts his gun. “Awe come on detective Tormine, you don't want this to escalate do you?” It mocks.

“No he doesn't” A new voice enters the ring, the absolute sigh of relief that emerges from Virgil cannot be described. “And neither do you, hands on your head, drop the weapon” Remy commands, the figure snarls but hesitantly obeys. Once Remy has control Logan and Roman appear, feared determination upon the judge's face. A quick look at the figure before Roman moves to Virgil.

“Are you ok?” He rushes, Virgil's eyes widen but he remains. Small nods increasing before he resets. “Virge?” Roman tries again, taking the detective's shoulders.

“Damian” Virgil utters, soon enough two small feet run towards him, Virgil turns scooping up his son immediately. “Oh my god,” He whispers, clutching tight wishing to never let him go. Roman rubs his back supportively, strokes through Damian's hair. A small family, safe.

“He was a very brave little boy” Patton compliments emerging with his twins in hand. Roman gasps, pulling the trio into a hug, Patton melts absolutely comfortable in his hold. “Thank you, for coming” He nods at them, Logan nods before giggling.

“You're ok!” Logan exclaims, he throws his arms around Patton, for the first time with Logan the lawyer flinches. Roman and Virgil freeze. “I was so worried” Logan pouts, Patton takes a sharp breath.

“A-are you...drunk?” He practically gags as the odor wafts from him. Logan cocks his head before grinning.

“I am l-lightly...tipsy” His teeth shine through the smile. Patton backs away, only securing his hold on the twins.

“I am lightly tips- tip..” Liam stops “What's the word again?”

“Patton?” Roman checks, Virgil gives him a grim nod. “Lo, why don't I...why don't we get home?” Roman suggests, Logan watches the lawyer, his naive smile draining away as he grounds himself. “Bud?” Roman tries again.

“Hey! Stop fidgeting” Remy fights against the intruder, the group turns and watches him. Virgil goes forward, handing his son to Roman, assisting Remy.

“A b c d E f g” the figure seethes, a disgustingly mischievous smile on his face “guess it’s time for a killing spree” Remy and Virgil share a look, a nervous swallow is shared.

“Yeah whatever, let's go” Remy directs, disappearing soon into his car. Roman helps Logan back into his vehicle, after much resistance and whiny behavior of course.

“Pat, I'm gonna head home ok?” Virgil checks, popping his head into the twin's room. Patton sits by Remus’s bed, stroking his hair delicately, he turns his eyes tired. Damian yawns, shuffling in his father's arm as he sleeps away. “You ok?”

“Mmhm” Patton hums “Night Virge...happy birthday” He celebrates weakly. Virgil gives half the effort for a smile before leaving, fearing what might come should the house fall empty and quiet.

~~~

“Merry Christmas Eve Lo!” Patton cheers advancing on Logan's position, the lawyer turns, his breath stolen as the bright figure walks towards him. A shining smile as he unwraps himself from his coat, revealing a neat yet festive outfit.

“Patton, I want to apologize once again, profusely” Logan begins, Patton hangs his coat cocking his head. “My behavior was unacceptable, it crossed a line and I am so eternally sorry for what happened” He laments, Patton's eyes soften as they take Logan's hand. He gives a quick squeeze.

“Logan, listen to me ok?” He asks, knowing its a big one. Logan nods eagerly to do anything he can. “It's ok, you are ok and...this shouldn't mean anything at all, but...I forgive you” He says, Logan can't help but fiddle with Patton's fingers. Clearly aching for this sense of normalcy.

“I'm not Liam” He asserts, needing to make that clear. Patton laughs softly, placing a cupped hand on Logan's cheek. Logan restrains every wants to buckle his knees and fall into the pool of love that fills Patton's eyes. His gentle touch caused a flutter they both dearly missed.

“I know, Lo...you are not” Patton smiles at even the thought “I was just scared, it happens. Virgil's done the same thing and I had the same reaction, it's really not your fault...just um…” He takes a breath, his lips pursed as he thinks. Logan exhales sharply, knowing exactly what he deems the occurrence as.

“Habit?” Logan hates how easily that clicks for Patton, it shouldn't be.

“Right” He agrees, he shakes himself out before a smile returns. “So listen, are you still coming over tonight?” Patton inquires, the pair begin their walk through the courtyard. The unspoken tradition needed no affirmation, every morning, a chilly walk with the promising reward of coffee.

“Tonight?” Logan panics only slightly, knowing his calendars are meticulous

“Yeah are you still-”

“-Coming over?” Patton wonders, struggling with an ornament. Logan tilts his head, his adorable eyes sparkle in confusion. “Christmas eve Lo, are you coming over?” Patton chuckles, the lawyer looks simply beautiful under the newly hung lights. A dim array of colors brighten the room.

“Oh! Um...yes. Absolutely, should you want me there” He replies, affirming his position. Patton stops, walking over to where the lawyer himself places stockings, each handcrafted.

“Of course I do” He smiles as his own blush overtakes, Logan was much better at hiding his light dust of infatuation. “Plus! Everyones going to be here” He adds, continuing the decoration of the tree. He hums quietly to the holiday music that plays in the background. It's funny almost, Patton can't remember the last time he got to do this with someone. Last year the twins spent Christmas with his sister due to an emergency, the three years before that they were much too little to help out and Patton was on his own.

“My star!” As if on cue, Valerie races by Patton's legs hiding quickly behind Logan, holding a shining ornament. “Nyeh!” She sticks out her tongue, Remus emerges pouting as he crosses his arms. “Lo! Up!” Valerie begs, fear yet determination crosses her eyes. Logan obliges lifting the young girl in protection.

“I wanna do the star!” Remus argues, he stomps his feet on the ground. Patton swoons at the sight of Logan and Valerie, engaging in a small game of their own. He picks up his son, trilling his lips, Remus lips against his own wishes. “No fair!” He cries

“You can do the star together” He compromises, they share a quick furled glance before agreeing. “Yay” Patton celebrates weakly, Logan takes this as his time. He moves forward, the pair stand side by side, children in hand. “Ready kiddos?” Patton questions, they nod. The lawyers move at the same time, lifting them, they take the star with their small fists. Carefully they place it atop the tree, giggling in excitement as Patton uses his foot to turn on the lights.

“Well done you two” Logan compliments, they set the twins down watching as they bounce around before retreating to their room. No doubt to continue their shrieks and bouts of fun. “That was...extraordinary” Logan realizes, Patton turns to him, a coy smile. “I...I don't know...why- Thank you, for allowing me to be a part of that '' Logan finishes, the memory burned deep into him.

“Hey, that was my first time seeing them do the star” Patton nudges, Logan adjusts his glasses, a soft ‘ah’ released. “Barb and I used to do it, now them” Patton smiles, kicking the ground below. Logan takes his hands, squeezing them. “Thank you for your help” Logan stifles a delicate chuckle, Patton's arms make there around his neck, relaxing as Logan secures Patton's waist. “Mistletoe” He reminds, his eyes flickering up

“What a shame” Logan teases, leaning in for a kiss. Their lips melting together, safe as the lights dance around them. Low yet ecstatic music playing, they trap themselves in the warmth of their...Patton's home. Should it start snowing right there, with fireworks going on Patton would see it fit. Fit for a perfect evening

“Right! Yes...I will be there” Logan shakes the distant memory away, unaware Patton's mind had wandered there as well.

“Yay! Oh, I'm so excited” Patton expresses, retrieving his phone as it buzzes. “Patton Hart” He listens, Logan stands idle observing his surroundings. He enjoys the simple pleasure, feeling a more relaxed Sherlock Holmes of his time. Watching jurors go by, frantic lawyers, guilty men dragged away. Everything is a routine, part of a well oiled yet destructive machine. “Em! That's amazing!” Logan blinks, returning his focus to Patton. The lawyer takes Logan's arm, the biggest grin upon his face. “We will be there” He nods some “Ok, bye, I love you too!” He hands up, practically vibrating gazing back to Logan

“Is everything...alright?” Logan fears the response

“Better than ok” Patton swoons “Oh! It's a Christmas miracle” The lawyer bounces, Logan sighs, keeping his temper.

“Patton!” He pushes

“Remy and Emile!” He delights “They're getting a son today”

~~~

“You're kidding!” James laughs walking alongside Roman, the judge shakes his head containing his own laughter.

“Nope, I swear” He continues “On multiple occasions, Joan has fallen asleep during a case, they just have” Roman affirms, James stops them placing a hand on Roman's shoulder. The judge freezes up, a shocking smile, a little flutter as a spark is transferred between them.

“That's amazing, my bailiff was never that interesting” James remembers, Roman nods listening to his delicate voice, he's sure the stories are interesting but the way James speaks just makes him want to fall asleep.

“Oh...you must be James'' Virgil approaches, extending a friendly hand towards the judge. Roman gives him a quick smile of greetings, trying to ignore the awkwardness his stomach plunges into him. They are just friends...friends. “Detective Virgil Tormine” He introduces, James returns the gesture.

“I've heard about you...Jame McCoy” He smiles, Roman watches the two, light ease. “Whatcha...uh, whatcha doing here detective?” James wonders, it seems stiff but alas the man is shy himself.

“I practically work here” Virgil jokes “I'm always here or the precinct”

“Papi! RoRo!” Virgil grows a giant smile turning, enveloping his child quickly. Damian hugs his dad, still having his arms around his neck as he looks to James. “Hello” He waves

“Heya” James greets, Roman doesn't mind them before allowing Virgil to hand him, Damian.``Is he uh...your son?” James inquires to Roman, the judge playing with Damian's hand chuckles.

“Oh! No...uh Dee…” He spins Damian “This is James McCoy, he's a judge, like me” Roman introduces them, James shakes the polite boy's hand, receiving a giggle. Virgil's is not sure why he feels the sudden urge to jerk his son away, he's never ever not trusted, Roman. And yet here he stood, on the outside watching his son.

“Is he your boyfriend RoRo?” Damian pokes, playing around with Roman's face. Virgil coughs, he takes Damian back. “No! RoRo!” Damian cries, making grabby hands towards the judge. Roman stifles a confused glance before waving a small goodbye.

“Sorry, uh...got to drop him off” Virgil laughs shakily, Roman nods. “Say bye Dee”

“Bye-bye Ro!” Damian grins, a gleeful giggle escapes. “Bye-bye Ro’s boyfriend!” Damian laughs into his father's neck, Virgil shakes his head a small smirk.

“Bye niño” Roman turns on his heel, much calmer. “Gosh I love that kid” Roman flatters, James chuckles. “Thank you for this uh…” He searches for a word to describe it.

“Our date?” James proposes, Roman nods slowly trying hard to squeeze back a smile. James takes Romans hand, squeezing it gently. “I enjoyed it, merry Christmas Roman” James lets go, lingering for a moment before disappearing leaving Roman with simple remnants.

“Merry...Christmas?” Roman finds himself confused, not sure how things could escalate and reach this moment so fast. Not that he has any time to process his thoughts as Patton taps him excitedly. “Hmm?” Receiving a simple bob in return.

~~~

“This is our son, Thomas Sanders” Emile whispers, cradling a small child as he displays him carefully around the room. Patton awes, not meaning to grasp to Logan, the excitement just builds.

“Thomas Picani-Nyx Sanders” Remy recites, his mind trying to make sure that it's all there. The group laughs, each making their own introduction to the baby. “Thomas these are some weird people who are gonna be around your entire life” Remy jokes, Patton sniffles laughing through his tears. Thomas reaches out wrapping what small fist he has around Patton's finger.

“That's Patton” Emile barely makes it through, not sure whether he's going to wake up in a moment. “He's your uncle” Emile informs, Thomas giggles through his motions, smiling widely in Patton's hold. Remy bounces on the bed, keeping a careful eye on his son. Virgil stands idle, not sure how to express how his heart feels at the moment.

“Thomas, this is Virgil…” Remy smiles, a coy one as he looks to his partner in solving crime. “He's your godfather” They announce, Roman and Patton, share small gasps, tapping excitedly on their friend. Virgil staggers his breath, pointing to himself. “If he figures out how to accept” Remy teases

“Hi, Thomas...I’m your...godfather” Virgile simply states, Emile, places Thomas into his arms carefully. Thomas feels a sense of comfort, as the warmth of Virgil wraps him.

“You want me to be his godfather?” Patton questions, Virgil nods. “Damian, hi” He introduces himself, kissing the baby's forehead softly. Virgil yawns leaning his head on Patton's shoulder, watching his son giggle at the lawyer's antics.

“I still can't believe you made me Remus’s godfather, and Ro is Vals” Virgil sighs, Patton chuckles. “I mean...what about Logan?” Patton hums lightly to Damian.

“He's...he's more than that...hopefully”  Patton continues humming as Virgil simply soaks in his delight.

“My turn!” Roman shouts in a whisper, Emile chuckles but transfers his child over to Roman now. “Oh, you're absolutely perfect” Roman marvels, the soft features alight with imagination as they fall into Roman's arms. He plays with his little feet, small mocks of gasps as they play.

“Please don't break my son” Remy only slightly jokes, Logan watches from behind Patton, his eyes following the child. “Hey! Four-eyes! Wanna meet my awesome son?” Remy throws a tissue at Logan.

“Yes, I would like to...however please don't throw things at me” Logan looks to Patton who helps him secure Thomas in his arms. And somehow, once again they fall into their own trance. And how selfish in the moment but Patton wishes he could have shared this moment with his twins with Logan. Not alone, struggling with no one to talk to. “Like this?” Logan checks softly, Patton smiles

“Yeah, you're doing great” Patton assures. Thomas’s smile turns to confusion, a bright curiosity lights them, as he watches Logan. “He likes you” Patton identifies. Me? Logan breathes, stroking a careful hand over the baby’s head.

“I like him too”  Logan returns the child, everyone's heart happy for the well-deserving pair.

~~~

“Kiddos” Patton tries watching as the twins circle around him, shrieking in laughter. “Hey” He smiles, scooping up Remus. “Everyones gonna be here soon, are you ready for the holiday party?” He questions, Valerie stops, just as Molly runs by taking the beagle in her arms.

“Molly's ready!” She announces, the puppy looks to her licking her face gently. Patton chuckles releasing Remus as he pushes against his father The boy antsy to play, he rushes helping Valerie pet Molly.

“Yay” Patton cheers weakly, the twins giggle before disappearing into their rooms once again. Playfully he rolls his eyes moving to the kitchen, double-checking everything once more as the candles and the lights wrap him tight, securing his safety. A quick trance before the door rings and it whisks away. “Barb!” He greets, taking his sister in his arms.

“Heya Patton” Barbara hugs back, moving away so Patton may greet Marcy. “Under the tree?” She asks, holding up what seems maybe too many gifts. Patton chuckles but nods.

“I told her not to go overboard” Marcy quips watching her wife place the presents delicately. “She does not listen” Marcy folds her arms, Patton nudges her softly

“Eh, you love her anyway” Patton jokes,  a small smile spreads across Marcy's face. Warmth to the house circling them.

“I really do” Marcy bites her lower lips, Barbara finishes preparing to stand quickly being attacked. The twins pounce instantly, an excited Molly yelping around them. The absolute joy that radiates from Barbara as she embraces her niece and nephew can not be matched. “I want to give her that” Marcy whispers, mostly to her own comfort.

“No update?” Patton laments, watching the scene unfold himself. His heart pounds in his ears, knowing how badly Barbara wishes for exactly what he holds. A family, but alas a cruel worlds fate deemed her unfit. How dare they? Patton thinks to himself.

“She just can't carry one to term” Marcy informs, the same thing they've heard for years. Barbara laughs as the twins poke and prod, excited as they interact.

“You can always adopt” Patton assures, he can't help but grin at the best thing he had ever done. The twins sing as they skip around the room. Marcy nods a deep sigh.

“We applied a few months ago” Marcy admits, Patton turns a quiet gasp and a smile. “Don't get too excited, we haven't heard anything” She looks back to her wife, a sudden somber dim upon the once joyful room. “I'm sorry, it's a celebration” Marcy looks to Patton, she plants a sweet kiss on his cheek. “Happy holidays Pat” She joins the group on the floor, greeting the twins.

“There's the door!” Patton chimes, opening it once more. “Hey you two- three” Patton corrects, his eyes falling on a snoring Thomas, safe in Remy's arms. “I set up Valerie's crib in the guest room if you need it” He greets both happily. They sigh relieved almost immediately traveling to the back room. Returning with a free glance after a moment. “Light the menorah?” Patton asks Emile as they venture through the house

“Mhmm, Thomas loved it” Emile can't help but gleam, Remy makes his way to greet the twins. They pounce on him the same, including him in their never-ending cycle of energy. “Remy's parents were awfully excited in their own right” Emile laughs, Patton squeezes his arms as the doorbell rings once more.

“Hey you two!” Patton greets, hugging Roman and Virgil as they enter his residence. “Gifts under the tree” He smiles as Roman holds up maybe too many gifts. “You okay?” He asks as Roman passes by, leaving an antsy Virgil with a calm Damian in his arms.

“Pat…” He looks behind “I'm sorry” Patton's heart sink as two figures make their way up the driveway. Gloria and Arlo tread carefully through the simply beautifully decorated front yard, judging everything that comes in their path. “I'm here if you need me” Virgil pats his shoulder before joining the group.

“Mom...dad” Patton greets, Gloria and Arlo barely glance towards him before squeezing through. “Yeah hi to…” He trails off his eyes falling onto something much more pleasant. Logan steps out of his car, his feet crunching the soft snow below him. He stops as he sees Patton. “Hi” Patton smiles, his aura glowing with a feathery blush.

“Hi Patton” Logan greets, he meets him face to face. Patton smiles from his corners, he gestures for Logan to join him in their safe bubble. Logan does just that, and they stand freely under the lights as they dance around the room.

“Dada! Is it present time yet?” Remus begs, tugging at his father. Logan chuckles picking up the small boy, much to both Patton and Remus’s joy. “LoLo!” Remus cries, his small arms wrapping safely around the lawyer.

“I fear you're going to have to exercise patience dear Remus” Logan advises, Patton watches him carry the boy to the couch. Patton takes a cautious breath as the party continues without him, he finishes up the treats in the kitchen watching everyone from afar. Marcy tries her hardest to amuse Gloria and Arlo, Barbara watches the twins as they marvel at the presents, Damian speaks calmly to his father and Roman expressing his own bouts, Remy and Emile continue to appear and disappear before making light conversation. Everything a well-oiled machine, Patton fears to break that.

“Dinner time!” He announces, Valerie scurries his way jumping delighted into his arms. Remus remains in Logan's arms, a quick smile as they pass each other. “Ok Remus, Val, and Dee are over here” He instructs, the proper arrangements are made accordingly. Soon everyone else fills in a chair. Patton sits next to the twins, Virgil in front of him next to Damian. Logan seats himself next to Patton, as Roman does with Virgil.

“Oh Pat, this looks delicious” Barbara compliments, already diving in as she helps Marcy. Patton smiles and quickly pairs are created. Logan and Patton discuss with one another while serving the twins. Marcy flirts shamelessly with Barbara, Patton watches giggling. “Oh I'm so sure” Barbara retorts, the table laughs at their antics. She leans in kissing her wife on the cheek.

“Barbara, would you care to refrain from...so much public display” Gloria punishes, Patton, sighs feeling Logan takes his hand carefully. A grateful glance is registered. “It's just...we’re at dinner dear”

“Mom, nobody else is bothered” Patton comments, Remus and Valerie pause, their eyes alight with curiosity. “Just admit you're h-” He bites his lower lip, Remus and Valerie. “Just, no one else is bothered mother”

“Pat it's fine, sorry mom” Barbara laments, turning quietly to her food and continuing. Her energy dampened. Patton turns to his children, assuring them everything's ok, Logan keeps a steady hand on Pattons. The doorbell rings and Glorias face improves, she stands with Patton.

“Oh! That must be Liam” She taps excited, Patton inhales sharply. “I'll get it!” She cheers, dancing her way to the door. Patton stands, kissing the twins gently on the forehead, begging his friends to watch them.

“Ill be right back” Patton excuses himself, a gentle squeeze to Logan's hand as he leaves to his room. Closing the door, he slides against it, a shuddered breath. “Take a deep breath Patton, you're okay, he can't hurt you, he can't hurt them” He recites, his eyes move to the windowsill, bunched clothes lay. “Something to do” he sighs relieved, he moves slowly folding the clothes neatly.

“Patton?” Logan creaks, the door squeezing open. The lawyer turns, a sweater in his arms. “Are you-”

“Anything else” he interjects, his soft eyes practically shattering behind the reflective light of his glasses. “Talk about literally anything else” He pleads, Logan nods instantly closing the door behind him.

“You say we’re moving too fast but I think we aren't moving fast enough” Logan decides, he has had one glass of eggnog, and yet his mind feels as sane as it has. Patton stops, a small opening to his mouth, not what he was expecting. “I have known you for ten years, Patton. I know you're scared and I know that you have every right to be-”

“The twins” Patton argues, a minuscule shatter to his voice. Logan moves forward, he takes the sweater leaning it on a chair, his hands interlace with Pattons.

“If I thought, even for a moment, that any of this” He looks between them “Would even dare hurt them, Id walk away. If there was even a chance that any of you would suffer, I would walk away” He assures, Patton watches with a fearful look. His lips pursed, his baby blue eyes shine with droplets of tears. “Patton, I love your kids, and I would be happy to just continue being in their life as I am now but…” He examines the lawyers face, taking his thumb to rub a delicate tear away. “I want to be with you, I want to hold your hand, I want to get lost in your eyes and have my mind consumed by you every waking moment” Logan admits, Patton scoffs through his sadness, knowing that broken desire well enough. Knowing the feeling, and knowing the absolute pain it causes.

“That's the stuff of fairytales”

“Then god dammit Patton, I want a fairytale” Logan laughs “That...monster might be your villain but beat him, Patton, fight for your happily ever after” Logan seethes, refusing to let Liam and his smug face, his undeserved boldness, ruin this.

“I'm so tired of fighting Lo” Patton shuts his eyes, a tickle as the liquid seeps out. They meet each other foreheads, the connection forcing through the barricades, joining them together once more.

“Then let me fight alongside you” Logan replies “You don't have to face every day alone, you don't have to force every smile” Pattons not sure what hit him, but in a seconds flash he felt Logans lips against his own. His hands move to Logans chest, the pulsating heartbeat he feels grounding him. The world could go on without them, they couldn't care less, they were fine-

No

They were happy

Is this what it feels like? A shared thought, a united question from an emotion they matched.

~~~

“I've just never met someone as forward as me” Roman quips, Virgil laughs. “I'm serious, I mean...I'm not complaining it's just...I'm not used to it” He thinks of James, the sizzling reminder of their brief hold.

“Oh I like him” Virgil teases, Roman nudges him, the pair turning back to the party.

“My turn!” Valerie cries, Patton nods sweetly from the couch, Remus sprawled across him and Logan, sleepily. “Papa! Is it this one?” She questions, hefting a big box up, Patton chuckles in affirmation. She tears it open, wrapping flies every which way. A gasp as her eyes fall onto the gift. A small groan is heard from behind Patton, where he knows his parents stand with Liam. “What is it?” She asks, a silly smile across her face, the group laughs.

“That, Val, is one part of your new kingdom set” He explains, she balls the wrapping paper in her fists bouncing excitedly. “The rest is waiting to be built, we’re going to put in the backyard and you-”

“And Remus!” She giggles, Patton stifles a sob, he was much too lucky. Valerie pushes past her other gifts, including; new art supplies from Logan, a beginner's clothes making kit from Roman and her own detective kit from Virgil (as requested).

“And Remus can play and live out all your fairytale adventures” He finishes, his daughter wasting no time jumping into his arms, hugging him with all she had. “You like it?” He jokes

“Thank you, papa! Thank you!” She celebrates. Once they part she moves to her brother, shaking him. “Your turn dummy” Remus mumbles awake, switching positions with Valerie. She sits in the middle of the lawyers, clapping her hands in anticipation. The night continues, Remus receives a slime lab from Virgil and Damian (almost an instant regret), a plethora of books of new words from Logan, a whole new assortment of costumes from Roman and the promise of a fish tank and fishes from his father.

More gifts are exchanged throughout the fast evening. Barbara and Marcy deemed the stuffed animal queens, each child receiving one. An octopus for Remus, a valiant lion for Valerie, a two-headed snake for Damian and a mixing bowl of teddy bears for Thomas. Remy and Emile find themselves gifted with many new items, mostly for Thomas but they couldn't be happier. Even Gloria and Arlo gain a few new things, Barbara and Patton don't skimp. Damian ends the night quite pleased with his new valuables and trinkets. Especially the new compass from his father.

“I have a gift for the Hart family” Logan announces, Remus and Valerie shoot awake, now fully present. Patton tears his gaze away from a suspicious Liam, eyes meeting Logans. “A family full of royalty and fairytales and it shocked me to find, you've never been to Disney world” He plays, Patton releases a soft laugh. The twins look to one another, giant grins plastered across their tired faces. “Four tickets for you two, your father and a special guest of your choosing” He looks to Patton, handing him the envelope, a careful shock as they meet across the promise of joy.

“I want LoLo to come with us!” Remus begs, he bounces on his father's leg, Patton scoops him up tickling him. “Aa!” He shrieks laughing, Valerie giggles falling onto her backside. “No Dada!” Even Damian finds the scene amusing as he rests his head on Virgil's shoulder, safe in his father's arms.

“That's up to Logan” Patton finally decides, releasing the red-faced boy. “And we can talk about it later, but it's getting late and you don't want Santa to think you're still awake right?” All three children gasp, Damian pokes his father alerted.

“Hold on” And there it is, Liam makes his way to the tree, his eyes piercing through Patton. “Before you go, I have a gift” He reveals, Gloria swoons clapping. Patton's shoulders recoil, his arms around the twins only stabilize. “I thought that you two should know where you came from” he smirks, evil oozing. Virgil feels Roman take hold of his arm, pushing him back as he growls. Patton sits forward, an immense frown, hinting annoyance as Liam talks.

“We know!” Valerie smiles, Remus nods. Liam steps back, tilting his head. “Papa told us when we were little a nice lady gave us to Papa. Papa wanted kids and he couldn't have any, but then she gave us to him. And he's been our papa since we were babies!” Valerie concludes, Patton shuts his eyes pulling them close. The others clap at Valerie's excellent storytelling skills. “What was the word again?”

“Adopted” Patton reminds, Valerie nods satisfied. “And I love you very much,” He tells them, knowing he would tell them even after words didn't make sense to him when his mind was old and grey, that would stay. “Now off to bed with you heathens!” He jokes, they race to their room after quick goodbyes to everyone. A special hug for Logan and an explicit farewell from Remus to Damian. Soon the house clears, a determined Damian dragging his father home, new parents Remy and Emile sludge home exhausted. Roman leaving soon after, followed by Barbara and Marcy. Then there were five. After a firm reprimand from Patton, his parents leave shortly after. “Now you” He points to Liam.

“Patton don't, he's not worth it” Logan speaks out, paying no mind to Liam's existence. “Your phone Pat” Logan identifies, a sweet tune snapping them back. Patton takes it, still watching Liam wary. “If I could kill one person, with no consequences, I hope you know, it would be you,” Logan says casually once Patton is not within earshot.

“Excuse me?” Liam furrows his brows, a tight face. Logan shrugs, folding his arms.

“You are, in the most eloquent way, an absolute monster” Logan names, his fingers snap “Or as I believe Virgil would say ‘A dick’” Logan settles, nodding, clearly liking this option. Sure he had had a few eggnogs, but it's not like he wasn't justified “Its really quite humorous, you came here expecting to derail a loving home and yet…” He looks around, the perfect room shaping the absolute care and happiness it contained wonderfully. “You failed because you don't know Patton or his kids-”

“Our kids”

“His kids, let's not even go there” Logan smirks, Patton returns a solemn look on his face quickly shaken away. “Patton are you alright?” Logan checks, his demeanor softens.

“Hmm? Yeah fine” he hums “Liam I think you should go” And so he does, clearly defeated. After a sloppy cleanup session, a hesitant Logan takes his leave as well, fidgeting all the way as he remembers the last few moments he spent with Patton. Something had changed after the phone call, something happened.

“Patton Hart!” Patton greets, putting out as cheerful as he could.

“Enjoy your last few moments of happiness mister Hart” And the line goes dead

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[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Storytime!

Sanders Sides Canon Divergence AU - fluff/angst - hurt/comfort - some intrigue - actually has a plot (side eyes my other fics) - POV switching largely Virgil centric - personal growth fic

Words: 3,952 Warnings: Big-ass spiders, food Characters: Virgil, Patton, Roman, Logan, Janus Universe: Storytime! Rated: T for language and inappropriate allusions Genre: Suspense but only about how much longer they’ll all be oblivious

Chapter 29: In Which Virgil Cordially Argues with Everyone

chapter 1 for new readers - ffn mirror

   “Virgil!” Patton cooed as Virgil appeared in his regular breakfast spot. “You made it a little earlier than the past two days!”

   “I guess I was missing those Patton-cakes,” Virgil shrugged and yawned widely, stretching out his arms.

   “Chocolate chip caramel Patton-cakes?” Patton asked temptingly.

   “Yes, absolutely, that, that, give it,” Virgil said enthusiastically. Patton summoned him a stack of pancakes that might actually hurt his figmental teeth.

   “Virgil, that is dessert, not a healthy breakfast,” Logan chided from behind his newspaper.

   “Do not ruin Patton-cake time,” Virgil narrowed his eyes at Logan and then chuckled before he went to town on his fresh delightful breakfast.

   “I’m glad you made it back to your own bed on time, Virge. I was getting worried I’d have to wake you,” Roman said, nudging Virgil affectionately.

   “Oof, well… lucky, I guess,” Virgil offered in consolation and ate another bite. “Patton, oh my god Patton, seriously. I love these pancakes,” Virgil moaned as he took another large bite.

   “Thanks, kiddo!” Patton beamed at him. “Did you want to work more on the beanie today after breakfast? I have some time,” Patton offered.

   “Oh, yeah, totally,” Virgil said between bites with a nod. Patton smiled warmly again and went back to eating.

   “So who is your other cuddle buddy, Virgil? It’s not that half-foot spider, is it?” Roman asked curiously.

   “What? Beeps? No, I’m too scared of anything hurting her. She sleeps in some silks in the nightstand. What do you mean my other cuddle buddy?” Virgil asked.

   “You mentioned one last night just before going to bed,” Roman explained with a flip of his hand.

   “Perhaps it is the giant huntsman spider, Voltaire?” Logan supplied. “Not that cuddling a spider, even of that magnitude, seems reasonable,” Virgil looked to Patton who had gone sheet white.

   “Maybe let’s drop the talk about my pets,” Virgil said warily. “I was probably dreaming or something,” Virgil lied to Roman with a light shrug, enjoying another bite of ridiculous sugar pancakes.

   “You abandoned me for a dream cuddle buddy? Tragic,” Roman dramatically moaned, holding his arm to his forehead and falling back on his chair.

   “You kicked me out, Ro. Probably because you were scared that I’d make a better ‘you’ than you would,” Virgil said, adding an actual kick under the table. Roman playfully kicked him back with a determined look.

   “I don’t believe it would be safe for our aspects if we rested in another’s room, Virgil, nor do we need a third creativity,” Logan said sternly.

   “Hey!” Roman shot. Virgil chuckled and shook his head a little.

   “It’s a joke, Lo, I wouldn’t become another Roman, I’d just be more annoying or something,” Virgil said and enjoyed more pancakes while Roman protested loudly again. “I think I could stay in your room or Roman’s room and be fine. Though, your room does make me shut down just a bit,” Virgil took a bite of his breakfast.

   “That did not impede you from panicking and punching me in the face before you left last time,” Logan grunted.

   “It was scary having my thoughts canceled out so quick! I just wasn’t used to it,” Virgil said defensively.

   “Despite appreciating any side with more rationality, I am not fond of any outcome that results in being punched in the face, Virgil,” Logan said staunchly.

   “Then we will never see eye to eye,” Virgil laughed and ate more pancakes while Logan looked confused.

   “Virgil why would that prevent us from seeing each other’s eyes? We are the same height,” Logan asked.

   “Because there’s always a fist in Virgil’s face,” Roman chuckled and mimed punching Virgil.

   “Fighting is fun, Lo, and I don’t mind being punched in the face,” Virgil said with an eyebrow wiggle and Roman snickered into his orange juice.

   “Virgil, I cannot comprehend your actions lately,” Logan held his face and sighed.

   “Good, then I’m keeping you on your toes,” Virgil nodded and smirked before eating another heaping bite of chocolatey caramel goodness. Logan held up his finger and looked like he was about to say something, but then stopped and reached for a sip of coffee instead.

   Virgil felt a buzz in his pocket. He reached out for his phone and Deceit had texted him. Virgil rolled his eyes, wondering what he had done wrong now. Deceit had just sent him a compliment about dissuading Logan that mostly made fun of Logan. That was cool. Virgil texted him back with a smile.

   “Are you interested in movie night tonight? A little mental break?” Roman asked tantalizingly.

   “Sure,” Virgil agreed as he put back his phone.

   “That sounds great, Ro! Are you interested, Lo?” Patton asked pleadingly.

   “If I am completed with my tasks, I see no harm in joining you,” Logan said plainly.

   “Dibs on cuddling Logan,” Virgil blurted out. Both Patton and Roman huffed and looked to Virgil in confusion.

   “Virgil, I am not interested in cuddling anybody,” Logan said rigidly, narrowing his eyes.

   “What? If I’m cold and Pat’s hot, that probably means you’re the opposite of Roman’s, so you’ve got to have a calming thing, right?” Virgil asked. “Perfectly reasonable for me to want to try,” Virgil pointed to himself.

   “I don’t have a ‘thing’, Virgil, and you have never shown evidence of being cold,” Logan said plainly, looking annoyed.

   “He did the other day!” Patton piped up. “We were all warm and snuggly and he got chilly,” Patton pouted.

   “What?” Logan asked, befuddled. “You didn’t tell me?” He shot Patton a look.

   “Well, he called himself the boogie man, and I got confused,” Patton explained sheepishly, shoveling more pancakes in his mouth right after.

   “I am the boogie man. I’ve got empirical evidence anytime, Lo. Maybe you just don’t think you have a ‘thing’ because you don’t let other sides near you long enough for them to point it out,” Virgil smugly offered a possibility.

   “We found out about my secondary effect during a movie night with Pat, remember? We couldn’t get him to stop rambling and dancing around for like an hour,” Roman said. “I didn’t know you were cold, though, Virgil. I just thought you had chilly hands,” Roman motioned to Virgil’s hands.

   “I’m always in a hoodie and have decent control of it,” Virgil said, pulling up his sleeve and placing his arm on the back of Roman’s neck, making him yelp.

   “Virgil!” Roman shot, shoving Virgil’s arm away. Virgil laughed and pulled his sleeve back down. “Damnit, you are icy, I could have been making vampire jokes about it this whole time!” Roman groaned in displeasure.

   “I didn’t know you were energizing until your cuddle conspiracy against my nap time, either,” Virgil chuckled. “That’s why I figured Lo’s got to have one, too,” Virgil motioned between Roman and Logan with his fork.

   “Virgil, other sides haven’t shown evidence of such a ‘thing’,” Logan said dismissively.

   “Remus’s is similar to Roman’s,” Virgil supplied. “Though Roman’s more pleasant. Remus’s is like snorting red bull. I wasn’t aware it was a secondary effect ‘till I felt Roman’s. I just thought it was my urge to punch him in the face,” Virgil mused. Roman laughed and fist-bumped Virgil.

   “Virgil, I am extremely concerned by the implication that you have tried snorting red bull,” Logan put down his paper and stared Virgil down.

   “It’s an analogy, and I don’t even have sinuses to damage,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Cuddle me for science, Logan, what’s the harm of a possibly enlightening cuddle?”

   “We will cuddle in a puddle!” Patton blurted out suddenly, looking upset.

   “If Logan can’t keep it in, we’ll all be warm and calm and will absolutely pass out on the living room floor. If Roman and I let it out, then it will cancel out,” Virgil furrowed his eyebrows.

   “That is not a scientifically sound study, Patton. There would be too many variables,” Logan said firmly, pushing up his glasses.

   “Virge’s gonna pass out anyway, the little narcoleptic,” Roman snickered and shoved Virgil.

   “He is not a narcoleptic, and that is rude, Roman. But that is a fairly anticipated outcome,” Logan smirked. Roman huffed and shrugged, muttering an apology under his breath.

   “So what, I’m tired, so sue me,” Virgil rolled his eyes. “You could always let me drink coffee again,” Virgil offered, flipping his hand out.

   “No,” Logan, Roman, and Patton all said at once. Geez!

   “Catnaps are better than anxiety attacks,” Patton added pleasantly.

   “Ugh, you guys suck,” Virgil crossed his arms and leaned back. “Maybe I’ll ice the room just for over-parenting me,” Virgil groaned and glowered at them.

   “You can do an entire room, champ?” Patton asked. Roman looked confused for a moment, like he was trying to focus on something he couldn’t grasp. Virgil observed him curiously.

   “You okay, Ro?” Virgil asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

   “I, yeah, I just thought I remembered something, and it slipped away again,” Roman offered with a nod.

   “Weird,” Virgil said, curiously eyeing Roman up and down. 

   “I think chilling our breakfast would be rude, but can I feel how cold you are, kiddo?” Patton asked, hovering his arm over Virgil’s on the table.

   “Patton, if you are extra warm and Virgil is extra cold, it will likely be uncomfortable to come in contact with,” Logan pointed out.

   “I don’t care, burn me,” Virgil said, shrugging and holding out his arm.

   “Virgil, I don’t want to hurt you,” Patton said cautiously.

   “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back,” Virgil said dismissively.

   “Satisfaction is not capable of resurrection, Virgil,” Logan said, adjusting his tie.

   “Add that to your idiom cards,” Roman rolled his eyes. Logan nodded and summoned an index card to write on. Patton looked to Virgil and down to his arm again, sliding his sleeve up and putting his hand against it. Virgil yelped when Patton touched his arm.

   “Son of a bitch,” Virgil muttered, pulling his arm back and rubbing it.

   “Hey, language! It didn’t hurt me that bad,” Patton said curiously. “It was freezing though. Hey, Virge, what’s that?” Patton asked, pointing at Virgil’s arm. Virgil looked down and saw a snake bite. Shit. Virgil pulled down his sleeve quickly and returned to rubbing it.

   “Probably a spider bite,” Virgil said dismissively.

   “I’m sorry if I hurt you touching it!” Patton said apologetically, looking like he would cry.

   “No, it’s fine Pat, I get them all the time!” Virgil said, trying to calm Patton down. “They don’t even hurt,” Virgil said consolingly.

   “Other than on contact, it seems,” Logan said curiously, eying Virgil’s arm carefully.

   “Yes, other than on contact, thank you, Logan,” Virgil glowered at Logan for freaking out Patton. “I promise I’m okay, Patton,” Virgil said quickly, his annoyance at Logan obvious in his voice.

   “Those little jerks, hurting my baby boy. Let me at ‘em,” Patton grumbled.

   “I’m not your baby boy, but those are my baby spiders, Patton,” Virgil grumbled. “They don’t mean it. I just spook them sometimes when I move too fast,” Patton shivered. “How did we get back on my pets? Let’s drop it again, okay?” Virgil pleaded and exhaled heavily.

   “Why do you not just restore the damage, Virgil?” Logan asked inquisitively and leaning forward in anticipation of Virgil’s answer. He regretted calling cuddle dibs with Logan.

   “I didn’t realize it was there to fix,” Virgil said, looking back down to his plate and returning to finish his pancakes. “As I said, it doesn’t hurt when I get them. Their bites don’t affect me. Come on, can we drop the spider talk, Lo?” Virgil implored him.

   “Fine,” Logan said, not really sounding satisfied. Logan folded his paper and got up to rinse his coffee cup. “I have research to return to. If you would like to talk to me in private Virgil, please send me a message,” He added with a meaningful glance at Virgil. Oh, what was he going to say? Of course, he was lying? Of course, it was too hard? That he gave up trying to be who they wanted, and it was easier to pretend? Sign Virgil up for that conversation, never. Logan sank out of the room while Virgil huffed in agitation.

   “Logan thinks you were avoiding him, kiddo. He is probably just worried,” Patton said after a moment of Virgil quietly growling to himself.

   “I mean, if he’s going to keep being shady, I might make a genuine effort of it,” Virgil grumbled under his breath.

   “I told you I’d beat him up for you, Virge,” Roman offered with a wink.

   “Do you really think If I wanted him to get beat up I wouldn’t have done it myself by now?” Virgil rolled his eyes.

   “Well, I’m glad to hear that! But also confused. Did I miss something?” Patton asked, tilting his head at the pair.

   “Virgil won’t tell me,” Roman shrugged and sent away his plates.

   “I won’t tell you either, Pat, this is between him and me,” Virgil said. “It’s fine, we’re not fighting… it’s a personal disagreement,” Virgil added. Roman shoved Virgil as he got out of the dining chair.

   “Cagey! That offer to punch him is still open, anyway,” Roman shrugged lightly with a slight grin. “I have to prepare for another day of writing!” Roman declared. “So do text me instead of popping in,” Roman posed and sank out of the room.

   “Well, as long as you’re both nice, that sounds alright with me. But have you thought of a compromise?” Patton offered, looking concerned.

   “There’s no compromise with this, Pat. But that’s okay, we’ll just learn to deal with it,” Virgil said and ate the last bite on his plate. “I’ll go get my knitting, I’ll be right back,” Virgil disappeared from the chair and into his room. Beatrice landed on his head this time, rambling at him a little too quick for him to understand.

   “Beeps, I’m going to go knit with Pat,” He said, holding out his hand for her to step on to. She grumbled something about not seeing him in a while. “I can’t take you out with me or Pat will have an aneurysm. I’ll be back later, okay? You can hang out with Volt and talk trash about me,” Beatrice stepped into his hand and Virgil lowered her to the table. She had a few choice words for him but didn’t argue further. Virgil gathered his knitting carefully and headed out to the living room couch.

   “Welcome back, Virge,” Patton beamed, already sitting on the couch with his crochet. It looked like he was working on a new blanket with an unfamiliar pattern today. Pat could be very industrious when he wanted to be.

   “Hey Pat,” Virgil said and sat down next to him, putting down the knitting and carefully reaching around Patton’s busy arms to give him a hug while he worked. Patton dropped his head against Virgil’s and nestled it slightly. Virgil let go of Patton and picked up his circular needles. Virgil shifted to lean against Patton while he worked.

   “Um, what number am I counting to, Pat?” Virgil asked, looking at the needles in confusion. There were lots of stitches cast on.

   “Eighty,” Patton chirped. “Once you get to the top, I’ll show you how to knit the stitches together to decrease, but you have a few inches to go still,”

   “Thanks, popstar,” Virgil said and kissed Patton’s shoulder. Patton giggled and Virgil focused on counting every stitch. They quietly leaned against each other and worked on their projects for a while.

—

   “Pat, don’t you think two breaks in one hour is a bit much? He’s going to fall behind,” Virgil said firmly. He was distracted from his task by Patton, holding out fingers so he wouldn’t lose his count of what stitch he was on.

   “Well, Tomathy just does so much better after a break, and he’s getting tired,” Patton said calmly.

   “Well, then he can go get a snack and get back to it. Logan’s always going on about small snacks for peak mental efficiency,” Virgil said, a little annoyed.

   “Oh! I want a snack too!” Patton said, excited.

   “Our hands are occupied, how exactly do you intend to eat it?”

   “Smoothies!” Patton said, putting down his crochet for a moment and summoning two smoothies, passing one to Virgil. Virgil whispered the number out loud to himself over and over since he had to stop holding the number out. Virgil took a very appreciative sip and put it down, going back to holding the numbers out on his fingers.

   “Thanks, Pat,” Virgil said softly and rubbed his check against Patton. Virgil returned to knitting peacefully.

—

   Virgil popped into Deceit’s study in the mind palace a few hours later, having finally completed the beanie. Virgil walked around looking around for Deceit when he didn’t see him right away at the desk. Deceit was in that giant wingback chair again, enjoying some tea with his legs crossed.

   “Ah, Virgil, how very droll to see you,” He smiled lazily and sipped his tea.

   “Taking a break? Can I join you?” Virgil asked expectantly. Deceit rolled his eyes but nodded, and Virgil dropped himself across Deceit’s lap with a smirk.

   “I suppose I should have clarified,” Deceit chuckled as Virgil weaved his head under Deceit’s arm and held on to Deceit’s torso for support. “Really, Virgil, you were hugging Patton on and off all morning,” Deceit complained in good humor.

   “I’m insatiable,” Virgil chuckled. Deceit carefully passed his cup around to his other arm and placed it on a side table and hugged him back. Virgil nestled appreciatively against him. “How’s self-preservation going?”

   “Dreadful,” Deceit drawled sardonically. “How is being afraid of everything?”

   “Manageable, thanks to you,” Virgil sighed happily. Virgil knocked off Deceit’s bowler hat and slid on the beanie in one swift movement. “Knitted you something less stupid to wear,” Virgil said with a chuckle.

   “Really, Virgil? A beanie goes so well with my outfit,” Deceit rolled his eyes but didn’t move to take it off.

   “You could wear something more casual and less jack-the-ripper, for once,” Virgil offered teasingly. “How about steampunk so you can keep the cloak?” Virgil offered playfully.

   “Have a little less class, please, if you could even manage that,” Deceit said derisively.

   “What about snakepunk?” Virgil asked playfully.

   “I don’t think that’s a thing,” Deceit said incredulously.

   “You could make it a thing. Be a taste-maker,” Virgil chuckled and poked Deceit in the nose, who shook his head and pulled back.

   “I will not dress as a punk for you, Virgil,” Deceit groaned with bemusement. Virgil smiled and felt the scales exposed on Deceit’s neck.

   “Want to take a break a little longer with me? We can see if I’ve gotten a better poker face yet and play some hold ‘em. Maybe see how good Volt is a poker?” Virgil suggested hopefully.

   “Playing cards would be terrible,” Deceit said, riffling Virgil’s hair. “My lap, where I can see your hand, is really the best place to be,” He smirked sardonically at Virgil.

   “Yeah, yeah, I knew the risks. I intended to cuddle the hell out of you tonight though,” Virgil begrudgingly got off of Deceit’s lap. Deceit shifted the mind palace room to move the two wing-backs together and added a table between them with a deck of cards. “No, no, no, we’re not using your cards, I learned my lesson,” Virgil held up his hands and shook them at him.

   “Virgil, I would never,” Deceit held his hand to his heart and looked to Virgil in mock indigence. Virgil stuck out his tongue and created a deck. “I’ll deal,” Deceit held his hand out for the deck, and Virgil passed it over reluctantly.

   “Beeps was mad at me earlier for being gone, can she spectate in my hair?” Virgil asked, looking up to Deceit.

   “I’m just so very fond of your little pets,” Deceit said sourly.

   “You take jars of fear spiders and you can’t handle one sassy tarantula?” Virgil asked dubiously.

   “It’s not like the spiders are crawling on me,” Deceit said. “Fine, but she stays on you and can’t give you pointers. She’s a card shark,” Deceit waved his hand dismissively.

   “Takes one to know one,” Virgil snickered and summoned Beatrice from his room. She spent a moment yelling at him in his hand before crawling up his arm and burying herself in his hair. “D says no tips, Beeps,” He said after she settled in. She agreed and insulted his playing ability. Virgil rolled his eyes at her and then glanced around Deceit’s study. “I haven’t seen Pearl in a while, where is she?” Virgil asked Deceit as he skillfully continued shuffling the deck.

   “Pearl likes to watch Roman acting, lately,” Deceit supplied mildly.

   “Oh, your own snake has picked another side as her favourite? That’s rough, buddy,” Virgil said with a laugh as Deceit dealt out their hands.

   “She is doing her duty, Virgil, not picking favourites,” Deceit said, though Virgil caught him distinctly bristle for less than a second.

   “I’m kidding, D, I’m sure she still loves you best, even if she’s finicky,” Virgil said placatingly and picked up his hand.

   “I don’t care if she loves me as long as she’s doing her tasks,” Deceit said stiffly, throwing out a card and taking a new one.

   “Oh, don’t start with that,” Virgil groaned and threw out both cards. “You can like things without them serving a purpose,” Virgil placed two chips in the middle to start and Deceit raised right away. Oh, Virgil did not have the hand for this aggressive betting. Beatrice was already laughing at him. Virgil grunted and called, and Deceit flipped the first card. He had fuck-diddly so far.

   “Even love serves a purpose, Virgil,” Deceit said and raised again.

   “And even love can hurt you. It doesn’t mean it’s not real and valuable for what it is alone,” Virgil said, calling. Deceit just raised again.

   God, was Deceit psyching him out, or did he have a good hand? He really hoped he was getting better at his poker face, but he had no way of knowing. Deceit’s face was as impassive as usual. Virgil didn’t have an inkling if he was doing okay or if Deceit even cared about his hand. Virgil called once more and Deceit flipped the next card on the table. Virgil had a low pair, now. He tried not to react and called again, trying not to give any clues. Deceit didn't act like he saw anything when Virgil checked. Deceit called, and he flipped the last card. Just a low pair still. But Deceit could still have nothing. Folding this far in just seemed like a waste. Virgil bet and the pot was raised by Deceit again.

   “I’m afraid you still had a tell, dear,” Deceit said.

   “Oh? Then what do I have?” Virgil replied with a challenging edge to his voice.

   “A pair, at best,” Deceit said coolly. Virgil threw his cards face down in frustration and called.

   “What did I do?” Virgil asked, feeling defeated.

   “Eye twitch, your breath hitched, and you checked to see if I noticed something change, and looking nervous about all the times I raised,” Deceit offered, finally calling and flipping his hand to reveal he had two pair.

   “Son of a fucking bitch,” Virgil rubbed his face. “How do I fix an eye twitch?”

   “I wouldn’t know, darling, I don’t have those kinds of problems,” Deceit said airily, ‘checking’ his nails.

   “You smug bastard, just shuffle, and let’s try again,” Virgil growled, rubbing his eye and hoping he can stop the twitch next time.

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[notalwaysthevillian]

Hit Me Baby One More Time

Happy birthday, Maria! I know how much you love Dee, and Moceit, so I wrote you some! (Also some self-indulgence in there, but I can’t help it.)

Pairing: Romantic Moceit, Remile

Warnings: Deceit

“Pat, you’re going to love this place!” Emile said as he walked down the street with his roommate. “I know you’re not a coffee fan, but they have so many fun drinks. You can get a hot chocolate and get one syrup in it for free!”

“Oooh, do you think they’ll put marshmallows in it for me?”

“My partner will if you ask them.”

Patton let out a gasp. “ExCUSE me? Emile Picani, I did not hear about any partner!”

“It’s recent, I promise.” A pink blush started to form on Emile’s cheeks, and it had nothing to do with the chilly weather. “We met last week and really hit it off. I didn’t say anything because we haven’t exactly made it official? And we only went on one date.”

“When was this?” Patton scrunched up his face, immediately failing at pretending to be angry and giggling instead.

“When you went to Virgil’s.”

“Well, then I can���t wait to meet them.”

Emile gestured toward the coffee shop just ahead of them. “You’re about to.”

More than a little excited, since his love life was lacking, Patton ran ahead and pushed the door open.

Right into someone who’d been about to walk out. The door smacked them in the face, knocking them backwards onto the floor.

Patton’s hands flew to his mouth. “I am so sorry!”

“It’s not like my face can look worse.”

The stranger pushed themselves to a sitting position, letting Patton see their face for the first time. A birthmark ran along the left side of his face. His hair was long on one side, falling over the red skin as he sat up. The other side was shaved, showing off a few piercings in his ear.

“That is not true, I think you look handsome!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Patton turned bright red. The stranger’s face reddened as well as he took in the compliment.

“Well, uh...thanks.”

“Oh! Let me…” Patton grabbed the stranger’s hands, helping him to his feet. Once they were upright, he gave a smile. “I’m Patton.”

“Declan. Nice to meet you.”

“Yo, lovebirds!” A barista called out, a smirk on their face. “You’re blocking the door!”

“Remy!” Emile swatted at the barista.

Dragging his eyes from his roommate to Declan. “Can I buy you a coffee or something? To make up for hitting you with a door?”

“I would love that, but I’m late for a meeting.” Declan gently took his hands back and grabbed his phone, holding it out. “But we could do dinner tonight?”

“Oh! Yes!” Patton grabbed the phone, plugging in his name and number, before texting himself a heart emoji. “Does six work for you?”

“Sure. Louie’s Pizza?”

“Works for me!”

Before Patton could head back over to Emile, Declan took his hand one more time, placing a kiss on the back. “I shall count the moments until we meet again.”

A squeak was all that made its way out of Patton’s throat before Declan was out the door.

“Someone has a date tonight.” The barista, Remy, sang as Patton walked up to the counter. “I’m Remy by the way. Emile told me a lot about you already.”

“Nice to meet you!”

Patton really did try to pay attention while he met his roommate’s partner, but his mind continued to wander back to Declan.

“I’d better get him back so he can get ready for his date.” Emile’s voice broke through Patton’s stupor. “Text me when you’re free?”

“Always and forever, babe.”

Emile waited until they were out of the cafe before he turned his smirk on Patton. “Someone is distracted.”

Blood rushed to Patton’s cheeks. “I’m sorry, I really was trying to pay attention!”

“Pat, it’s okay.” Emile nudged him gently with his shoulder. “After I met Remy I was up in the clouds for the rest of the day. I get it. Now, what do you say we do some facemasks?”

The afternoon passed quickly as the two of them had a mini spa session. When 5:30 rolled around, Emile was putting the finishing touches on Patton’s makeup, per his request.

“Are you sure you want to wear any of this?” Emile asked as he dabbed at Patton’s lips with a tissue to get some of the excess gloss. “You look great the way you are.”

“I know, but it’s a bit of a confidence booster.”

“Fair enough.” Emile took a step back, nodding at his handiwork. “Take a look.”

Patton swiveled on his stool, squealing when he saw his face in the mirror. His cheekbones were contoured ever so slightly, his lips had the barest hint of shine, and his cheeks had just a touch of pink. “It’s perfect!”

“Having sisters really is a gift.” Emile checked his watch, eyes widening. “Pat, you gotta go or you’ll be late!”

Grabbing his wallet, keys, and jacket, Patton waved as he ran out the door. It wasn’t too far to Louie’s pizza, so he’d planned to walk. At this point, it was a little more like a jog.

Once he reached the same block Louie’s was on, he slowed to a walk, hoping to calm his breathing.

“In a hurry?”

Patton jumped at the voice in his ear, his heart rate skyrocketing. He whirled around to see Declan standing behind him, a soft smile on his face. “What -”

“I saw you running from the parking lot.” He gestured to the area behind the restaurant. Patton turned a bright pink, opening his mouth to explain, but Declan continued. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I think it’s cute actually. You really wanted to be on time. That’s...not something I’m used to.”

Frowning, Patton reached out and took Declan’s hand. “Hopefully it’s something you adjust to.”

He was happy to see that it was Declan’s turn to blush. Patton squeezed his hand and the two of them entered Louie’s. The host looked up at them, his customer service grin turning into a real one when he caught sight of their conjoined hands.

“Oh! A date?” He asked, grinning wider when he got shy nods from the two of them. “A first date from the looks of it. I’ll get you our best table.”

They followed the energetic man to a table near the back of the restaurant. It was just far enough away from the main chandeliers that it was cast in a dim glow.

“The perfect table for what I hope is a perfect date!” He said, handing them menus. “Oh, I just love love!”

Patton spotted a nametag on his shirt as he spun. “Thank you, Roman.”

“No problem.” He sent Patton a wink. “This is where my first date was, and so far our relationship has been smooth sailing. Your waiter will be up in a moment.”

Roman headed back up to the front, leaving the two to themselves.

“So, what kind of pizza do you like?” Declan asked, flipping through a menu.

“I really like Hawaiian, but all of my friends make a face when I tell them that.”

Declan glanced over at him, his eyes sparkling. “Hawaiian is my favorite.”

“I guess it was meant to be.” Patton suggested, feeling heat in his cheeks once more. It did make him feel better to see that he wasn’t the only one blushing.

Their date went as perfect as it could’ve. The waiter continued to refill their drinks, the pizza was the perfect temperature, and the restaurant remained fairly empty, leaving the two of them to their perfect little bubble.

Once they’d finished and split the leftovers, at Patton’s insistence, they headed outside. Declan shifted awkwardly outside the front of the restaurant, car keys in hand.

“If you want, I can give you a ride home. But only if you want me to. I know I’m still kind of a stranger -”

Patton placed a hand on Declan’s arm. “I’d love for you to drive me home.”

The drive was fairly short and before Patton knew it he was standing in front of his apartment door. “I had a great time.”

“Same.” Declan gently took Patton’s hands in his. “I’d be honored to call you my boyfriend, if you’d be so inclined.”

Words leaving him, Patton merely nodded.

Declan’s hand moved to cup his face. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Their lips met, fireworks going off in Patton’s brain. He couldn’t seem to get enough, moving closer and gripping Declan’s jacket.

It would be the first of many kisses they’d share together.

Patton was sure of it.

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[teenytinystorage]

A Poolside Chat

Summary: A relaxing dip in the pool to add to his wonderful birthday soon turns into a surprising and gay-panic-festered chat between Roman and Logan.

Word Count: 1,804

Warnings: Multiple food mentions

Pairings: Logince

Happy birthday Roman! Enjoy the Logince, y’all :)

—

As he shut the Imagination’s door behind him, Roman let out a satisfied exhale and fell back, shifting the grasses below him into a pool and landing upon a circular dragon-witch floatie.

He then transformed his usual outfit into a pair of bright red, gold-embroidered swim trunks and a pair of yellow sport sunglasses.

The sun blazed above, but this being the Imagination, the heat was nowhere near oppressive. A cool breeze was only a hand-wave away, and so was a glass of fresh-squeezed lemonade.

Peace enveloped him as he let himself drift upon the waters and reflect upon how his birthday had been going thus far.

He woke up to a birthday cupcake (red velvet, of course), and a burst of writer’s inspiration. Then Roman received his individual birth wishes from the other sides throughout the day, each giving him a gift.

They were all standard for each side: one Nightmare Before Christmas poster reluctantly given by Virgil (“No bugging me for any more posters after this, though.” “You got it, Sappy.”), a maroon pair of comfy floor-sticky socks from Patton, a free “no vibe checks for one day” pass from Remus, a pile of Thomas’s nostalgic Playbills from Janus, and a promise of a birthday cake later from Thomas (delivered, not homemade. Who knows how that’d turn out).

And now he sat at his very own pool, relaxing and drifting under the clear sky.

A lovely day indeed, but he soon found himself grappling with hurt as he realized who was missing from that gift list. Logan.

Roman hadn’t seen the nerd all day. No one even knew where he was, especially not Roman. He was looking forward to spending some time with Specs today. Seeing his clear, pristine face, hearing him ramble on about how uncanny having a cupcake for breakfast is, being near him, and maybe even getting to playfully elbow him to feel those cold, strong arms of his…

Roman felt a dopey grin line his cheeks, and although he hadn’t changed the temperature of the Imagination, some warmth coated his face and ears upon the thought.

But, alas, he hadn't seen Logan today. Roman decided that was, ultimately, okay. It meant fewer times for him to embarrass himself, after all.

He took another breath in of the air, coconut and citrus-scented, and dipped his hands into the water-- a door near him creaked open.

Roman didn’t mind it at first. Probably a side giving him a reminder of spaghetti dinner tonight, his favorite meal, or just to check on him.

It was only when the figure’s silhouette entered his shades’ vision did he feel the warmth from before burning him.

“Roman? Are you in here?” Logan called, wringing his hands as he strolled through the Imagination.

Roman secretly wished for his dragon-witch floatie to devour him in its plastic casing. It, sadly, didn’t. But his sunglasses vanished from his face. So that was something.

“Down here!” Roman waved, minimizing the lovesick smile he felt bubbling inside into a cheerful grin.

Logan’s gaze drifted down to him as he approached the outskirts of the pool.

Roman waved again, chuckling. One tick onto his “how many times can this lovesick dope humiliate himself today” list.

Logan crouched down next to the pool, his tie dangling down and nearly dipping into the water. “Greetings, Roman.”

“Hi!” Roman said with enthusiasm. He tried and failed to hide how overjoyed he was.

“It appears my daily attire is unfit for this setting, hm?” Logan noted, standing back up. “Here.”

He swiped his hair up with his hand and shifted from his usual polo and slacks to a pair of black swim shorts.

“There we go. Normally I’d wear a swim shirt as well, but since this is the Imagination, I can’t imagine that I’d be getting any sunburns.”

“I can’t imagine so either,” Roman agreed, forcing his drifting eyes to look back up into Logan’s rather than staring at his bare chest.

Gosh, did he have it bad.

Logan crouched down again and submerged his feet into the water, kicking them back and forth against the pool wall. “So Roman, how has your birthday been going so far?”

“Uh, good,” Roman nodded, leaning on his elbows atop his floatie. “Just the usual birthday routine, y’know? Gifts, desserts, fun, all that-- fun stuff.”

He barely avoided slapping himself.

“I’m quite glad to hear that,” Logan added, his hands moving behind his back. “You deserve to be having a good birthday today.”

“Oh, well, that means a lot, Specs. Thank you!”

“Of course,” Logan bit his bottom lip, glancing away.

Roman let out an awkward chuckle before taking notice of Logan’s hidden hands. He paddled himself over to the wall and floated a few inches in front of Logan. “Whatcha got behind your back there?”

“Ah, it’s…” Logan stopped. He took in a breath.

Roman leaned over, trying to sneak a peek. He couldn’t see what it was, though, so it couldn’t be anything big. “It’s?”

Logan ran one of his hands through his hair and took in another shaky breath. “A gift. For you.” He hesitated, closing an eye, before shoving out his hand and revealing the gift.

It was a red rose, roots still intact.

Logan flinched, looking back at Roman.

Roman dumbly stared at it. “A rose, hm? It’s quite pretty.”

“Yes. A red one, at that. Red. A symbolic color. Happy birthday,” Logan rambled, his arm pulling back a tad.

Roman paddled himself closer, somehow planning on accepting the rose and putting it… where? How would he even get it without falling off the floatie? He didn’t think it through at all, just like anything he did around Logan.

“Did I do this wrong?” Logan asked, curious. “I thought a single red rose signified romantic feelings between people.” He inspected the flower down-up, staring at its roots. “Is it the roots that threw you off? I had a sneaking suspicion that the roots were unnecessary, but I couldn't be sure.”

“Roh… romantic feelings?” Roman stammered, gaping at Logan.

“Yes. That’s right, isn’t it? The internet isn’t always a reliable source, however…” he reasoned, “I spent all day making sure this flower would imply the correct meanings… and maybe also just milling about nervously.”

If he felt warm before, Roman was smoldering now. Like all his cells were replaced with stoked coals. He was probably as red as his swim trunks, too.

“I… I…” Roman tried to sit up from his floatie, still barely comprehending the confession just spoken to him.

But his arm slipped, and he squeaked as his floatie tipped off-balance and caused him to plummet into the pool.

“Roman!” he heard Logan call before he met his aquatic fate.

The cool waters rushed over his burning skin, and he was quite thankful for that. But he found a chilly grip resting on his hand, and soon, another splash met the water.

His blurred vision faintly recognized Logan’s flushed, clear figure ahead of him. Logan’s hair floated above his head in a flowing tuft, and his eyes were shut behind his soaked glasses.

Roman was swimming with a real-life Poseidon.

He would’ve stayed to enjoy the view, but his eyes started to burn and his lungs were pleading for air. Roman breached the surface, bobbing on the water and taking in a long breath of air.

Logan rose out right after, a small coughing fit following.

“You okay?” Roman frowned.

Logan nodded, removing his glasses and taking in a breath as he waded in the waters.

Roman then realized Logan was one of those rarities who looked hot even without their glasses. Unfair! his mind cried as his body warmed once more.

“So, you like me?” Roman said, “Like, you like like me? For realsies?”

Logan nodded, “I do. Like like, you. Or love you, in clearer terms. Or am utterly and illogically infatuated with you, in my own terms.” He glanced over to the rose that lounged alone where he sat before.

Roman grinned like the lovesick fool he was.

“Well,” Roman turned, scratching his neck and looking at Logan through his eyelashes. “I like you too.”

Logan looked back at Roman, holding his glasses in his hands. His calloused, cynical expression softened into a calm, admiring one.

Before Roman could stop himself, he swam to Logan and gave him a peck on his exposed widow’s peak.

He then cupped Logan’s cheek and smiled wider. “I hope that suffices as a worthy reply to your rose.”

Logan glanced down, a small smile quirking his lips as he flipped his hair back-- then Roman could barely react to the new feeling of Logan’s lips on his.

The edges of Roman’s smile curled up before he melted into the moment, Logan’s tangy softness taking over all his senses. He released Logan's cheek and wrapped his arms around Logan’s shoulders to pull him closer. Logan followed, wrapping his arms around Roman's waist.

The kiss ended what seemed like years after as Logan pulled away, his eyes fluttering in that pleasing way only kisses could spur on.

Roman, despite still being above the water, wanted to submerge himself inside this moment forever.

“Hey there, kiddos,” a voice dripping with uncomfort echoed. “Uh, bad time for a five-minute supper warning, huh?”

Logan and Roman yelped at the interruption, separating and turning to face the awkwardly grinning Patton standing at the foot of the pool.

“Thank you for the warning, Pat!” Roman took all his remaining energy to act as normal as possible while still being drunk from the kiss. “We’ll be there soon.”

Patton nodded and quickly dismissed himself, sinking out.

Roman turned to Logan and broke out in laughter.

Logan joined in, and soon, both of them couldn’t stop laughing as they bobbed in the water.

Roman then lifted himself up onto the pool’s wall and sat on its tiles, spilling water everywhere around him. He raised his hand out to Logan and beamed.

“You coming, nerd?”

Logan put his glasses back on before he grabbed onto Roman’s hand.

“Sure am, prep.”

Roman tugged Logan out of the water and watched as Logan sat next to him, grasping the rose and offering it to him once more.

“I now accept your rose,” Roman cooed, taking it from Logan and taking a brief whiff before sending it off to his room.

Logan then summoned two towels, brandished with their respective logos, to dry off with. They both wrapped the towels across their shoulders and stood to make their way to dinner.

But before they left, Roman gave Logan a small smooch on the lips and grasped onto his hand again.

Logan’s lips turned upward with his own foolish, lovesick smile.

Two sugary desserts, a takeout spaghetti dinner, five gifts, a boyfriend, and three kisses? Roman tallied.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

—

#roman blowing out his breakfast cupcake’s candle: please... i want my Nerdy Boyfriend so bad #logan showing up at the pool later: so i heard you chose same-day shipping for that? #nsndhdhbd #happy birthday to roman!! #aaa this fic went through like... 3 drafts!! #hopefully third’s the charm and yall enjoy this :D #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #logince #romantic logince #food mention tw #patton mention #virgil mention #janus mention #remus mention #(not for triggers!! just bc they show up for a lil and i wouldnt wanna clog the patton tag w/ logince. yknow?)

[cph-dreaming]

Conversation with a friend # 7

“And I know it’s weird and if I hadn’t experienced it before I would probably go nuts about it,” David said as he and Virgil sat down on the benches outside of Tony’s cosy bar. The June evening was rather chilly but the lingering light in the Scandinavian night was exceptionally beautiful that evening, even in the middle of the city. Besides, they wanted to smoke although both of them had promised the other to quit, but that was years ago.

Virgil snorted benevolently as he sat down wrapping a blanket around his skinny stature.

“What?” David asked.

“How come you suddenly care about going nuts?” Virgil replied with a crooked smile.

“Oh, how funny, you fuck!”

“Missed you too, my friend!” Virgil laughed. David couldn’t withhold a smile in response. Could he ever, hearing that sound so alike to descending notes played rapidly on a piano?

“It’s just that I know he’s been thinking about me today,” David continued after taking a rather large gulp of his pint. “And it’s not just. I mean, I really feel it, deep inside of me. I even know that he wanted to reach out and text me today, but that the only thing he could write was ‘I’ve got nothing to say but I miss you’ and he couldn’t write that, because that would be too much for him, he can’t make himself be that honest. And I’m not making this up! God, I really sound like that certified crazy person I am, don’t I?!”

“Ah D, my boy!” Tony shouted stepping through the door checking up on the outside serving area. “You alright? Didn’t see you inside.”

“No, we just arrived,�� David said, standing up and letting himself be embraced by the bearhug of the bar’s owner.

“You look good, kiddo!” Tony said, placing a kiss directly on David’s lips. He had always been a mixture of a big brother and a substitute father to David and if Tony considered you part of his extended family, his affections knew no borders.

“And Virgil, my favourite priest!” Tony hugged Virgil and placed a kiss on each of his cheeks. If you’re a friend of a friend and mi casa es su casa and all that shit. Tony loved playing the Italian living away from home and family. As far as David knew he was born somewhere in Ex-Yugoslavia and had arrived in Denmark during the civil war that tore not only families and friends but a whole country apart leaving nothing but victims in its wake.

Watching his former boss and his best friend exchange pleasantries made David chuckle. Virgil was never fond of physical affection if you weren’t part of his very small inner circle of friends and family. But no one said no to Tony and his acts of sincerity.

“Guys, I have just received a new grappa, do you want to try it out with me?” David and Virgil looked at each other, both of them knowing the peril. If David started down the path laid out by Tony’s generosity he would spent the next day in bed if not hunched over the toilet bowl, never being able to say stop when the improvised party and the hard liquor joining it took off.

“Hit us!” Virgil smiled at Tony.

It didn’t take him more than a few minutes before Tony was back with a bottle an three glasses.

“You really look splendid, D, you’ve lost weight, haven’t you?” Tony asked while he poured the grappa. David just smiled at him, hoping it could hide the guilt Tony’s sincere remarks made him feel. He hadn’t yet been able to tell Tony about the illness that ravaged his still young body.

“Cheers boys!” Tony smiled at David initiating what they had done so many times before. They both drained their glasses in one go while Virgil nipped at it, trying to taste the strong liquor. When he realised he was the only one not to finish his shot, he looked confused at the others.

“Oh, I thought it was a new grappa, that we had to -“

“Nah, grappa just tastes like shit anyway,” Tony interrupted him as he poured a new set of shots for David and himself, sipping some of it before continuing. “Although this is a bit like the walnut one my nonna used to make. Shame she took the recipe with her to the grave. Well boys, I’m gonna leave the bottle with you and Stef, Melanie, Emma, whoever’s in charge of the bar tonight, why can’t I remember their names after you quit D, will bring out some more pints for you. Enjoy the evening and we’ll see each other inside later.” Tony kissed David again before he went away, checking up on the other tables.

“I’m sorry but this really tastes like shit,” Virgil said, pouring another shot for himself. “I have no idea why anyone would seriously call this the Water of Life.”

“More like the water to end all life,” David laughed. He didn’t care himself. To him no strong liquor tasted good, it was nothing but a means to take away the pain his meds couldn’t.

“So, you really want me, a christian priest,” Virgil said after a few seconds, going back to their previous conversation, “to comment on those heathen thoughts your mind conjures up?”

“My heathen ways,” David laughed heartily, there was no one like Virgil, “as far as I remember you love those heathen ways whenever Eric is in Copenhagen.”

“Oh, not only when he’s back in Copenhagen,” Virgil chuckled, “I never promised, as you know, to be true to anyone but the love of my life.”

David smiled back at his best friend even though there was a flash of envy inside of him. One thing was his best friend’s ability to live in an open relationship without any jealousy, a relationship based on a kind of trust David couldn’t understand, the other was Virgil’s deeply rooted faith. When David had dreamed of being the love of Virgil’s life it had taken him rather a long time before he understood that that place what already taken by someone he would never be able to compete with. Virgil would forever be pledged to someone David could only loose to.

“You truly believe this, don’t you, that you’re somehow connected to him?” Virgil asked tenderly, his eyebrows slightly raised.

“No, I don’t believe it, I just know it,” David answered anxiously, running his hands through his short hair. “You don’t just believe in Jesus, do you? To you he is just as real in your life as I am, isn’t he?”

Virgil smiled sadly at David as he filled up their glasses with a new shot of grappa, letting the glass clink before they both drained them.

“Spirituality, or whatever word we choose to name that rare connection between two human beings, is not something to take lightly,” Virgil said hoarsely in a rare display of his inner thoughts. “I have only experienced it with one other person in my life up until now and I have never been able to handle it appropriately.”

“What do you mean?” David asked quietly.

“I’ve always known when you have been down, when you have needed help to get through the days. Just like you said, it has never been a question of believing, I have always just known. But then, when I reached out to you, when I tried to lend the hand I knew you needed and you constantly shut me out, rejected whatever help I had to offer, I just stopped listening to that voice that told me you needed me. Because if you couldn’t hear it, what use was it that I could? So...” Virgil took David’s hand between his own and gave it a squeeze. “If he doesn’t accept that you can hear him calling out for you, there’s nothing left for you than believing that your love is enough in the end. It’s what I had to do. And that turned out alright, didn’t it?”

David had no answer but to pour himself another grappa and down it.

#conversation with a friend #david and virgil #my fic #my characters #i fucking managed to write again #i miss him and his laugh so much

[things-we-used-tc-share]

🎼happiness

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this song.

Warnings: None

Ships: Royality, Analogical, Remile

Song: People Like Us - Hurts 

–

“All around the world,

All around the world,

People like you and me falling in love,”

–

Florida, America

Logan yawns as he wraps his arms around Virgil’s waist as he nuzzles against his husband in the early hours of the morning. Virgil’s eyes blink awake with a low exhale, which could’ve been a sigh of happiness or one in contempt at being awoken so early. “Morning Logan,” He laughs softly, throat dry from the morning as he accepts a gentle kiss.

“Happy Anniversary,” Logan replies, voice deep from sleep and scratchy from his own tiredness “I couldn’t sleep,” 

“When can you ever?” Virgil’s teasing voice replies, their noses brushing against each other as he finds his husband’s hand and holds it to his chest comfortingly. “You never sleep, even though you complain to me that I need a better sleep schedule,” Logan’s laughter is so weary but so full of happiness. How can he not be happy today? On the date of their 5th wedding anniversary. Five years with this ring on his finger, five years of nothing and no-one but Virgil. He wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Yes well, I have insomnia, you just like to watch conspiracy theories at odd hours of the morning,” 

“You’ve got me there,” The two smile at each other, Virgil’s finger brushing over the wedding ring that he’d bought for Logan. He remembers giving it to him, saying their vows, crying into each other’s arms. He remembers those two little words ‘I do’ like they were yesterday. A life of commitment to the one he loves. 

There’s no other life he’d ask for. 

–

Paris, France

“Do I look okay?” A blonde-haired man stumbles down the stairs, his curls catching against circular, rose-coloured glasses, cheeks flushed as he twirls on the spot. 

“Beautiful, as always,” His partner replies, dark hair sticking up in every which direction as he’d only just managed to wake up, halfway through the day and was now cradling a piping hot cup of coffee. He leans his head on his hand to admire the man, who is dressed in white, ripped skinny jeans and a pastel blue sweater that reaches his mid-thighs “Have a wonderful day, Patton,” Eyes soft and smile gentle as he stares with the unhinged feeling of being in love with someone so beautiful.

“Thank you,” Patton replies with sing-song tone, leaning down to kiss Roman’s lips ever so sweetly. “I’m sorry that I’m working on our anniversary,” 

“It’s only a date Patton, every day is a celebration of our marriage to me,” Patton’s cheeks flush a little as his lover’s hands cradle his cheeks, he presses a soft kiss to the palm. “Now go make lots of cake, you can see me tonight, and you better bring me back some of those wonderful pastries you make,” Patton giggles and nods lightly as they pull away a little, his blue eyes meeting Roman’s dark brown ones.

“Don’t forget it’s your turn to make dinner, and for the love of everything holy stop dumping chilli in everything,” Roman grumbles in Spanish under his breath, but the Frenchman only laughs, used to his complaints enough to know what he’s saying. 

“Je t’aime,” 

“Te amo,” They exchange a quick kiss and Patton’s finger loosely plays with the wedding ring on his husband’s finger, before he departs. Roman sighs as the door closes, a small smile on his face as he stares out of the window to watch his lover leave. 

What a life to live, he thinks to himself, a life lived in love. 

–

Ħamrun, Malta

A man with black skinny jeans walks against Marble flooring, trying desperately not to spill the cup of coffee in his hands as he heads up steep stairs to place the cup on the bedside table, leaning to kiss his still sleeping partner’s forehead, “Good morning,” He mutters softly as the other stirs to the smell of coffee. 

“Remy, it’s 10:00 in the morning and I don’t even have work today,” The man grumbles in quick Maltese, but he smiles nevertheless “Happy anniversary,” He finally says after a moment, his hand coming to push the brunet’s hair out of his dark eyes, taking in the cheeky smile he’d fallen in love with as the open window bathes the room in warm sunlight. 

“Happy anniversary,” He leans down to kiss him gently, lips moving sweetly against the other’s before Emile has to lay a hand on his lover’s chest. 

“As fun as morning sex sounds, I have a gift for you and I need my coffee,” Remy laughs, loud and boisterously, the way he always does, and the reason Emile had fallen, he claims, in love at first sight with the brash young man. 

They’d spent two years in a civil union before the laws had changed, and had love each other since they were teenagers. The sort of romance story that only happens in movies. Emile’s parents had known without even being told that their son was gay, he wasn’t exactly the stereotypical hard man with a penchant for watching sport, well, he was the opposite. 

Emile wore more skirts than most women did, and he’d never been shy about his sexuality, because of this he never really had a coming out. His entire childhood he’d had little crushes on boys. 

Remy’s coming out had been the shock, coming from a devout Christian family, who did boxing in his spare time, no-one had really set aside their pre-assumptions so it had come as such a surprise when Remy had wandered in with Emile on his arm and said “This one, this is the one I’m going to marry,”

His mother had rested her head in her hand and said “Oh thank God,” before hurrying Emile in to make some dinner for them both. Later she had said she had been worried he was acting strange because he was doing drugs, so it was a relief to find out he was just gay. 

That was when Remy had been 15. Now they’re both 25. Ten years together, and never really bored. 

Remy sits on the edge of the bed and hands Emile a gift wrapped silver box. He unties the ribbon daintily before lifting the lid slowly. His face breaks into a smile once he sees the gorgeous, engraved calligraphic pen inside. “You know me too well,” He laughs, a smile as wide as the ocean on his face. 

“I do,” 

“Yours is in the drawer, one moment,” He gives Remy a soft kiss to the lips before getting up out of bed to wander over to the drawers. Remy admires his husband with a smile, dark and thick curls frazzled by sleep, wearing only his underwear and a sleep shirt in the warm weather, and looking like an angel despite the fact he’d only just woken up. 

Remy knows for a fact he looks like a troll when he first wakes up. It really should be illegal for anyone to look that good. 

He’s handed his present as Emile sits on the mattress with a smile, it’s gift wrapped with a little bow and he almost feels bad for undoing it and he opens the box slowly to find a new pari of sunglasses. “I know you dropped your last ones down the grid so I bought you some new ones,” 

“Thank you,” Remy grins, tracing the little gem on the side of them “Wait are these designer?” His eyes open wide “You know I’m too clumsy for such nice glasses, Emile!” He scolds playfully, but his eyes and smile are too soft to be taken seriously. 

“Nothing but the best for you,” Remy sighs and leans down to kiss him gently, cupping his jaw sweetly as he places the glasses down carefully on the bedside table. They both lie back, fingertips intertwining as they kiss, between long and soft ones, to gentle pecks amongst kisses. They have all day to get out of bed, and forever to love each other.

–

They all do.

–

#royality #analogical #remile #sanders sides #ts shorts #cartoon therapy. #3amthebitchinghour #ask fic

[dragonsaphirareads]

Coats and Closets

Day 14 of @tsshipmonth2020 Fluffuary

Ship: Logince

AU: High School

Word Count: 1196

Summary: After borrowing Roman’s coat, Logan finds something interesting sewn into the lining of the jacket and learns something new about his boyfriend. 

(Like listening to podfics? You can listen to this oneshot on my YT channel here!)

Logan shivered in the cool October air, rubbing at the goosebumps on his arms. He’d thought it was supposed to stay relatively warm tonight, even after the sun went down, but there was a chill in the air that his light jacket wasn’t cutting.

He shifted, trying to hide from the wind behind the car he was leaning against without completely losing sight of the door. Roman had forgotten his car keys in his locker, and Logan had told him he would wait outside since it should only take a moment to grab them.

But when he checked his phone, he saw it had been over five minutes, closer to ten, and Roman was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if he should go inside to find him, but he knew any moment Roman might come running out the side door and they would miss each other.

He should have just gone in with him, he scolded himself, but it was too late for that now. Instead, as he shuddered again, maybe he should suggest that they go see a movie for their date, rather than the walk in the park they had originally planned. But Roman had been so excited for it, he didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend.

Finally, the sound of the side door opening caught his attention and he looked up to see Roman sprinting towards him.

“I’m so sorry Lo! My locker got stuck and then my keys fell to the very back of my locker so I had to pull everything out to grab it and--”

“It’s ok, Roman. Let’s just get going.”

Roman blinked, noticing Logan’s teeth were chattering. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine, once we start walking I’ll be alright.” He insisted as Roman unlocked his car and he jumped inside. Roman watched him for a moment as the car started, making sure he was actually alright. With the engine on and heat blowing, along with being out of the wind, Logan was starting to warm up.

He kept his mouth shut as he drove, promising himself that he would push through being slightly cold if it meant making Roman happy. When they arrived at the park twenty minutes later, Roman immediately took his hand and swung it gently between them as they walked.

Logan’s heart was full, but that unfortunately didn’t stop the heat from slowly seeping from him, until he was fighting violent shivers. When they passed by an open storefront, there was a rush of warm air and Logan couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left him.

Roman looked over at him, concerned. “Are you sure you’re not cold?”

“I’m... fine...”

His boyfriend didn’t look convinced, and he let go of Logan’s hand. “You’re so stubborn, Lo, you don’t have to lie about it!”

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but before he could Roman threw something over his shoulders and he quickly realized that he’d given him his letterman jacket.

It was warm, and it smelled like Roman’s cologne. Logan immediately grabbed the edges to pull it tighter around himself, reveling in it.

“There, perfect!”

Logan looked at his boyfriend in just his t-shirt and shook his head. “Now you’re just going to get cold! This isn’t an optimal use of our coats here.”

“I’m good! I was getting pretty hot anyways, feels good to take it off!”

Logan rolled his eyes as Roman flexed. “See, babe, this is where you say ‘Oh you’re always so smoking hot Roman, I don’t know how you manage it!”

“Oh is it now? I wasn’t aware I had a line, Mr. Director.”

As he grabbed the edge of the jacket to pull it on completely, his fingers brushed against something odd and he paused. It was something thin and metallic, but when he dipped his hand into the jacket’s pocket to dig whatever it was out, he could feel it in the jacket itself.

“Roman, there’s something in your jacket...?” Logan asked, noticing Roman’s cheeks growing red.

“What are you talking about? That’s just my keys!”

Logan narrowed his eyes, pulling the key ring out and hanging it on his finger. “No, there’s something else in here. Here, it’s right here, feel it!”

“I’m good!” Roman insisted, and then Logan knew that he was hiding something.

“Roman, what are these things?”

The actor tried to deflect, but Logan just stared at him and tapped his foot until Roman finally sighed.

“They’re... lockpicks.”

Logan blinked. “That... was not what I was expecting. Ok, a followup question - why do you have lockpicks sewn into your jacket?”

“Lo, sweetie, please, I promise it’s really stupid and not something you need to worry about.”

“So you’re not leading a secret double life breaking into bank vaults or something? Logan asked, only half joking.

Roman snickered, shaking his head. “No, I’m not, but if I was, you know it would only be out of love for you! C’mon, let’s just keep walking, ok?”

They locked hands again and the conversation drifted away from mysterious lockpicks in letterman jackets. Logan had to admit, his evening felt much better when his teeth weren’t chattering. And Roman didn’t seem to be bothered by the chilly air, so Logan let it be.

~

They didn’t leave the park until it was close to midnight and they were both getting texts from their parents asking where they were. They were both tired but happy to finally have some time in each other’s company, so they just held hands on the drive home, silent otherwise.

Logan only spoke up when Roman pulled into his driveway.

“I still want to know about these lockpicks, I’m sure you know.”

Roman sighed heavily. “It’s really not an interesting story Lo, I promise.”

The other steadily held his gaze, and finally Roman cracked. “Ok, fine. I’ve got lockpicks in my jacket cause ever since we were kids, my brother loved locking me into places. Mostly with people I had a crush on, cause he thought I would have to make a move if we were stuck in a room together? I dunno, he’s weird, don’t question it. But I got sick of it and I decided I would learn how to pick locks so he couldn’t do that anymore.”

“... Is that why you and Virgil were found in a closet together in sophomore year?”

Roman rolled his eyes at the memory. “Yeah. Remus thought I had a thing for him back then. Turns out he was just jealous I got to spend time with him after school and he didn’t.”

Logan hummed, then a thought occurred to him. “I don’t need to worry about getting locked in a closet too, do I?”

Roman shook his head, leaning over and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “No, he only does it with crushes, not boyfriends. Besides, he knows you’re claustrophobic, and he’s not that much of a bastard. But even if he does, I’ve always got my lockpicks on me.”

They both laughed, then Logan grabbed Roman’s shoulder and pulled him in for a proper kiss. “I never thought I’d be comforted by hearing you say that.”

#logince #roman sanders #logan sanders #tsshipmonth2020 #saphira writes ts #saphira writes

[ssssnekson]

the mist settled ( moxiety )

This is more of a... very long drabble. I didn’t mean for it to get so long I was just testing my writing style cause I got inspired by a book. Haven’t written in ages so if it’s funky please tell me :]

Rating: PG

Characters: Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders

Words: 1,154

Warnings: some self doubt, not insanely romantic but they do kiss, mentions of polymary, mention of analogical

Pairing: Moxiety! first time writing it, tell me if I did any good

Summary: Virgil comes to pick Patton up from work and Patton finally musters up some courage.

💛💛💛💛

It was a foggy crisp night. Patton stood outside in his fluffy uniform skirt and apron, pencil still tucked behind chestnut colored hair from his earlier shift. He sighed and looked out towards the road near the diner. He could see the bright lights of Virgil’s deep dark purple Camry coming towards him and if he strained his ears hard enough, he could hear the faint notes of the Be More Chill album as much as Virgil liked to deny he listened to musicals that often. Patton knew that once he touched the car those faraway notes would dissipate and the music would melt into Brendan Urie and the occasional rare Lizzo song. The thought of Virgil not being comfortable with sharing his true tastes of music with Patton was disconcerting and made Patton shiver a bit more in the chilly night air.

The sky was completely black with no stars. The fog rolled in from the hills and looked palpable, like one could run their fingers through it like some kind of wool. Virgil’s wheels made a soft crunching noise against the gravel, grounding Patton away from his introspections and back to the present time where Virgil was getting out of the car in a big puffy coat, sweatpants, and an unmatching sweatshirt. He seemed to not be wearing socks either, and it being compared to Patton’s neat and tidy appearance they were a sight to behold. Patton found himself smitten.

And wasn’t that just the problem at its very core? Patton’s immature feelings, his uncontrolled sighs and imaginings of holding hands and kissing foreheads. He was in - not love, not yet - he was hardcore crushing on his best friend. Now, they both liked men. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was Patton was 100% sure that Virgil had a crush on Logan and Patton was 100% uncertain if Virgil was any type of poly or if this simply wouldn’t work out. But looking at Virgil’s face take on a soft pink tint as his eyes landed on Patton’s skirt and exposed legs, Patton decided to throw caution to the wind. Virgil was interested. Patton was very interested. And Virgil was coming closer… Wait a minute…

Virgil came close, grabbing Patton’s hands and pulling them close to his chest.

“Hey, Pat.” He said, and his eyes glimmered with beautiful familiarity and perhaps an ounce of love.

“Hey, Virge!” Patton said with enthusiasm. Tonight was the night and there was no way he was sending Virgil mixed signals by pretending to not be anything short of enthused to see him. Virgil returned Patton’s smile with a small one of his own.

“How was your shift?” He asked, still cradling Patton’s hands and therefore making it hard to think.

“Pretty good,” Patton forced out, cheeks a ruddy red. “Jenny came back tonight and showed me more pictures of her newborn!”

“Sounds great,” Virgil said, then his small smile widened into something playful. “... Any leftovers?” Patton nodded happily and released his hands from Virgil’s gentle hold to grab the bag sitting next to him on the floor.

“Four beignets with the housemade jam, a couple wings, and two slices of sausage pizza!” He said and proudly held out his gifts to Virgil. And ah, there it was. That flash of something lovely in his eyes, that softening of his smile and relaxation of his posture.

“God, Pat. This is amazing. We’ll be eating good tonight, huh? What movie should we watch to this scrumdiddlyumptious food?”

Virgil must have used a Roahl Dahl word on purpose, to entice Patton to the movie night(as if he could say no anyways).

“Hmm. How about Winnie the Pooh? Or Shrek 2?” Patton suggested. Virgil laughed.

“Those are two very different movies, Pat. But somehow, I think they’d work together. Good idea.” Another smile. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Wait-” Patton stopped Virgil from turning around, a hand on his sleeve. “I have something to tell you.”

Virgil turned back so he was facing Patton and his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Patton hated that look on him so he decided to do this quick. It’ll be just like ripping off a bandaid.

“I… I have a crush on you, Virgil!” He borderline yelled. His cheeks easily filled in with a sweet red and warmed his face in the dewey darkness of the night. Virgil’s face did the same and his face was nothing short of shocked.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked, and Patton’s heart sunk. “Wh-what? Why me? I’m so- I just..!”

Virgil took a moment to rub his hands over his face before placing them clasped in front of him. “Patton. You could do so much better than me. I’m like, one piece of worthless gravel to your Mount Rushmore. I’m like the Adam Sandler to your Dawnye “The Rock” Johnson. The Cromwell to your Wednesday Addams! You’re too perfect to be with me!”

Patton slapped his hands to Virgil’s cheeks, snapping him out of it. “Virgil! Be quiet! You are none of those things and it should do you very well to never think like that again, you hear me? I’m not perfect, not by a long shot, kiddo. And nobody is. Everyone knows the only truly perfect beings are puppies and kitties!”

Virgil snorted at that, “Pat, what-” but Patton wasn’t finished.

“In my imperfect eyes, you’re the one for me. The only one for me. When I’m around you, I feel like I need to wipe my glasses off constantly because my face steams up so often! When you play the guitar for me, I practically die on the spot because I think, maybe, just maybe. This song is about me. Virgil, I-” Patton gets cut off my the feeling of chapped lips on his and the mist seems to stop its slow descent downwards. Patton’s hands slid down to Virgil’s shoulders and Virgil’s moved to Patton’s cheeks. The kiss was soft and slow and both of their faces were wet from fog but neither of them cared. The car very well could have burst into flames and Patton would insist on a few more seconds to kiss Virgil before addressing the situation. Virgil’s lips traveled over his in an intoxicating mix of just enough pressure and then not enough. They parted for air and then immediately dived back in with more open mouthed presses of lips, and Patton sighed when Virgil drew away. His lips were kind of red and swollen and Patton wanted to kiss him even more. The mist settled, landed on Virgil’s nose and Patton’s exposed legs. Patton shivered, and Virgil’s nose twitched.

“How about we… go back home and continue this there with some Shrek 2?” Virgil asked, rather shyly.

“Yeah, of course! Of course.”

And with hands intertwined they navigated the way back to the car and managed to only give chaste kisses across the seats as they made their way home.

#hope you enjoy lol #i meant to post this like all the way before summer break #virgil sanders #patton sanders #patton #virgil #the nieghbors are arguing and i can hear it so well #sanders sides #moxiety #virgil sanders x patton sanders #patton sanders x virgil sanders #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #uh #virgil sanders/patton sanders #yes i am taggin this so much #fic #fanfiction #moxiety fic #ssssnek writes

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The Storm That's Brewing

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality (probs more I haven't planned yet lol)

Warnings: None? Tell me if there are some I didn't think of

Note: This is a fic I've already posted to ao3 (keyboardsmashed33) but I've decided to post it here because ?? I have a new side-blog about the story (my-keyboard-did-it-not-me)

Superpower! Roommate! au regards

Chapter summary: Virgil and Patton Summers move into a new apartment with Logan Barry and Roman King.

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Chapter 1- Settling In

"Have you got everything?" Virgil's aunt asked, unpacking the last box from the car.

"Yep, think so!" Patton said cheerfully. Virgil wasn’t so sure.

Patton picked up the first few boxes, Virgil following his example, and started moving towards the apartment building before Virgil exclaimed, "Wait!"

He quickly scanned the boxes again, "What was it Lerman asked us to bring?"

"Logan," Patton corrected, "Asked us to bring the-" He quickly checked his text messages from his new roommate, "-kitchen supplies."

Virgil quietly cursed.

"We forgot the only thing our new roommate asked us to bring. He leased the apartment we're going to be staying in and we forgot the only things he asked us to bring. God, we have to live with him for how long? He's gonna think we're lazy or-"

“Virgil! Sweetie," His aunt interrupted, "Look what you're carrying."

Virgil did as his aunt suggested and found, surely enough, he was carrying a big container labelled "cookery stuff" in his own rushed handwriting.

"Oh."

His aunt chuckled, "Alright now that that's sorted, you boys had best start taking these boxes up and meet your new roommates. I'll wait here and join you with the last few boxes in a minute."

Virgil and Patton agreed and each carried a few boxes to the elevator in their apartment building. Despite their apartment being on the fifth floor, and Virgil having no athletic ability, Virgil decided it was safest if he took the stairs. Who knew what could go wrong in an elevator. He left his boxes with Patton, who was practically buzzing with excitement to meet his new roommate whom he had been texting for the past two weeks, and went back to the car to fetch a few more boxes, where he found his aunt chatting with an unquizzically attractive guy.

The guy towered above Virgil’s aunt, which in all fairness, wasn’t difficult since she stood at a mere 5ft. But the guy was still tall- Virgil estimated he was roughly 6ft tall, making him a whole 6 inches taller than himself. He was well built too, darn him, with the body of a jock.

He simply wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and skinny black jeans (that, unlike Virgil’s, had no tears in them), and finally a red scarf to tie the outfit together. Despite the scarf, Virgil thought the guy’s outfit was completely innapropriate for the chilly October weather that had Virgil shivering in his thick black hoodie. The air grew warm around Virgil as he approached.

When Virgil’s aunt saw him coming, she waved, causing the other man to turn around. Virgil’s jaw dropped. He looked like a sculpture- with prominent yet warm and soft features that had to be a result of make-up, because nobody could be that naturally beautiful in Virgil’s opinion.

His auburn hair was styled back neatly, except from one stray hair that stubbornly stuck up which Virgil found rather endearing. The man’s eyes were a beautiful and rich chocolate colour (and Virgil sure had a sweet-tooth).

Virgil found his mouth agape and quickly closed it. He was suddenly very grateful that he’d remembered to put on foundation that morning, otherwise his blush would be painfully obvious. Get a grip, he told himself.

Virgil’s aunt smiled knowingly. “Virgil! This lovely gentleman is Roman. He saw me with all these boxes and offered to help, it turns out he’s your other roommate!”

Virgil’s eyes widened in shock. This handsome stranger that Virgil totally was not crushing on, was his new roommate. Oh, he knew he was screwed right then.

Roman extended his hand to Virgil, “Roman King. Nice to meet you.” He smiled.

Virgil gulped and shook his hand, “I’m Virgil- uh- Virgil Summers. Nice to meet you too.” He stammered. Great, you’ve been here one minute and already made a fool of yourself, he scolded himself.

Roman let go of his hand, much to Virgil’s dismay. He noted, “You’re hot.” His smile fell as he tried to correct himself, “I mean warm. Your hand is really hot.”

Virgil was pleased to see that Roman’s face was as red as his hair. He laughed, “Thanks I guess, but you’re probably just freezing because you’re wearing only a shirt in the middle of fall.”

Roman brought his hands to his face in mock annoyance, “It’s fashionable. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

Virgil raised his eyebrow. “Oh yeah, Prince?”

“King.” He corrected.

Virgil’s aunt, who’d been silently watching this back and forth, cleared her throat. The two gentlemen stopped arguing and faced her.

“Oh no, don’t let me stop you two.” She said. The two looked at each other briefly but remained silent. “Oh alright then, why don’t you two take some boxes up then? You can continue while you walk.”

The pair agreed and walked to the elevator together, exchanging awkward smiles, and small talk, when they ran right into Patton.

“Oh Virgil! Who’s this?” Patton asked, trying to get a good look at Roman whose face was hidden behind the three boxes he was carrying (like a show off, Virgil thought).

“Pat, this is Roman Queen. Roman, this is my brother Patton.” Virgil gestured at them with his head, since his hands were full.

“It’s Roman King, but I actually am a queen so you didn’t offend me.” Roman quipped.

“It’s great to meet you! Are you our new roommate or just a kind stranger?” Patton asked.

“I am indeed your roommate, I would shake your hand but...”

“Oh of course! I can take those up in the lift and you two can go get the rest of the boxes?” Patton offered. Virgil agreed.

The elevator was already waiting when they got there.

“Are you sure you can take all these by yourself?” Roman asked when the elevator was stocked with boxes, Patton standing in the centre.

“Well, I am a little boxed in, aren’t I?” Patton joked.

Roman laughed And Virgil groaned that he shouldn't encourage him.

“But anyway, I’ll be fine, Logan said he was happy to assist me. He’s unpacking in the apartment.” He continued.

“Kay, well there are only a few more boxes anyway so we can take them up ourselves.”

Patton nodded. “Tell Aunt Maria I’ll call her tonight.”

“’Course.”

Roman and Virgil made their way back to the car where they discovered that what they’d thought was only few boxes, turned out to be another seven, of which Roman took four. He sat on the curb while Virgil and his aunt said their goodbyes.

“Message me whenever and be careful- especially because of, you know...” Maria trailed off.

“Yeah, yeah, I will.” Virgil promised, picking up the remaining two boxes. Roman stood from the curb.

“Roman, you’ve got my number in case this one doesn’t check in, you can free to message any time for a chat too.” Maria said. Virgil shot a strange look at Roman who simply smiled in response.

“Bye! Té amo!” She called out as they walked away.

“You too!” Virgil shouted back, a little quieter.

“¿Hablas Español?” Roman asked.

“Huh? Oh right, yeah no. Not really. Maria does. I just know a few phrases.” Virgil replied. He opened the door for Roman, who he doubted could even see with all the boxes he was carrying. A hypothesis that was proven correct when Roman walked straight into the elevator door. “Well done.” Virgil sneered.

Roman put down what he was carrying and glared at Virgil, pressing the button, and not breaking eye contact until the elevator arrived. When it arrived, Roman moved his boxes inside and took Virgil’s too, stepping into the elevator. He moved to make space for Virgil who looked nervously inside.

“I know it’s a bit cramped but I don’t bite, Dr Gloom. Well, not usually.” He laughed. Virgil remained motionless.

“You go on up, I don’t trust elevators.” Virgil shrugged. Roman nodded and picked up a box; “What are you doing?” Virgil asked.

Roman passed him a box. “You don’t like elevators so we’ll walk up the stairs, unless you can teleport?”

“I can walk up some stairs by myself.” Virgil said pointedly, handing the box back to Roman.

“I’m sure you can, even with those short legs,” He looked down at Virgil, who was only 5’6” (a perfectly reasonable height, Virgil thought, Roman was just unusually tall), “But you need not.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “God, you really are just a Disney prince in training, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll text Pat to get the boxes.” He said, texting while he spoke. “Or you could, you know, just text my aunt since you got her number for some reason.”

Patton replied almost immediately, ‘Sure thing!’.

Virgil clicked floor seven on the elevator and moved out before the doors closed him in.

Roman raised his arms in defence, “Hey, she gave my her number, not the other way round. She just wants to check on you.”

Virgil slid his phone into his pocket. He walked next to Roman, on the inside of the wall, so that Roman would have to walk further. “You could’ve only spoken to her for like two minutes before I came out!”

“Ah, coming out, how difficult. Anyway, I’m very charming.” First he called himself a queen, then a coming out joke? This guy was surely gay, Virgil reckoned (or hoped).

He waved the coming out joke away, “Right, Prince Charming, I forgot.”

Roman looked delighted, “Why thank you!” He beamed.

They walked in an (awkward? Virgil wasn’t sure) silence for a few seconds. Anxious to fill the silence, Virgil coughed, then asked “So, uh, what’s Logan like?”

Roman put his hands up in the universal ‘I don’t know’, “Dunno, haven’t met him yet. I got here just after you. My stuff’s coming in a few hours, I just wanted t get here early and meet the new roomies.” He explained.

“Weird, but sure.” Virgil panted, “Why are there so may stairs?”

“What, your short legs tired, Fall Short Boy?” Roman teased.

“Bad insult, good reference, challenge accepted.” Virgil sprinted up the stairs. He heard Roman exclaim something along the lines of ‘Unfair!’ and race after him.

Virgil was easily outmatched. Roman reached their apartment while Virgil was still in the fourth floor hall, moaning about his loss and unfair advantages Roman had despite the fact that nobody could hear him. He’d given up on running as soon as Roman passed him, walking the rest of the way and enjoying the brief silence which he felt was going to be a rare occurrence with both Patton and Roman around, and who knew what Logan was like?

When he finally made it to the apartment, he found the door ajar. So much for Roman’s princely manners then, shouldn’t he be escorting Virgil in? Not like Virgil minded, of course.

Inside the apartment were the sounds of gentle conversation and movement- then suddenly the sound of something smashing. Virgil rushed inside.

“What happened?” Virgil asked at the same time as Patton said, “It’s okay!”

A man, whom Virgil assumed was Logan, turned to face him. He wore jeans, a black button up t-shirt, a dark blue tie and glasses almost identical to Patton’s.

Logan smoothed his pristinely slicked back medium-brown hair into place and pushed his glasses further up on his nose,

“Hello, I am Logan Barry, your new roommate. The noise you just heard was a plate smashing which would be the result of Patton and Roman's inefficient unpacking method."

Virgil looked at Logan cautiously, he seemed nice enough- a little direct, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Virgil Summers.” He replied.

Roman glanced at Virgil, nodding slightly, but addressed Logan, "It would actually be very efficient if I was working with someone that could catch- no offence Patton."

Patton swept his hand through the air like he was literally brushing off the comment.

"Oh, no worries, it's true." He agreed.

"For safety reasons, I think it would be wise if somebody swept up the plate shards.” Logan reasoned.

"I'll do it!" Patton volunteered, searching through the cleaning boxes for a dustpan and brush. It didn't take long, since there was only one but he still didn't find it, "Oh dear, I think we've forgotten the dustpan and brush."

"Let me check." Roman said, rooting through the boxes. "Uh, what colour is it?" He asked.

"Ooh, it's a lovely dark blue." Patton replied.

Roman pulled out a blue dustpan and brush, "Aha! A new set of eyes always helps." He knelt and swept up the plate fragments, Logan occasionally pointed at a piece he missed and Virgil tried to suppress his snickering as Roman imitated Logan when he turned his back.

By 8pm, most of the apartment was ready, due to Logan's incessant nagging that it would be optimal if they completely unpacked that same day. Boxes were unpacked and stacked in a corner in the family room which was otherwise empty until Roman's things were to arrive.

The only messy parts of the apartment were the rooms, as everyone, other than Logan, had decided to leave theirs (mostly) alone until they could paint them- only putting duvets on the beds that had been left by the old owners, or supplied by the landlord, Virgil wasn't sure.

The rooms were quickly claimed: Logan, who had arrived first and already picked the room, chose the room with the best view for stargazing; Roman picking the largest room which he measured with a measuring tape he found in one of Logan's boxes; Virgil opting for room closest to the kitchen, which unfortunately shared a wall with Roman who had blasted Disney songs on his phone while unpacking and Patton subsequently moving into the second smallest room that, to his delight, was the easiest to access the main room (or family room as he liked to call it).

Virgil's room was one of the messiest due to Logan's insanely fast organisation skills and the fact that Roman didn't have anything to put in his room yet. Virgil's bed, which was a simple black wooden bed, took up a good portion of the room. It was a snug fit with a wardrobe and inbuilt desk, as well as Virgil's few packed up belongings, but Virgil didn't care.

Virgil sat on his bed, tired from the excessive amounts of exercise and socialization he'd done in the last few hours. He’d managed to avoid too much, ducking into his room as soon as he felt like he’d done enough not to feel guilty about not helping.

All Virgil really wanted to do after a long day was rest. However, fate is a cruel thing. And fate decided he wasn't allowed to rest. As soon as he thought his job unpacking was done, he heard a car horn and then a knock on his door.

Begrudgingly, he got out of bed. He manoeuvred the boxes in his room and opened the door to find Patton, looking as bubbly and energised as ever. Virgil had no idea how he did it.

"What?" Virgil yawned.

"Roman's stuff's here!" Patton said. He was rolling on the balls of his feet, ready to run and help Roman as soon as possible. Virgil however, was missing the warm spot on his bed.

"So?" He leaned against the doorframe, hoping Patton would just drop the subject and leave him be but if previous experience meant anything, he’d have no such luck.

"Oh, don't be a couch potato, come help us get the couch, please?” He asked hopefully, dragging out the please and launching into his signature irresistible puppy-dog eyes.

"I can't be a couch potato if there's no couch?" Virgil had meant it as a criticism to Patton’s- was it even a pun?- but his heart wasn’t in it.

"Exactly!" Patton exclaimed, "Plus Roman said he'd buy us all dinner if we helped."

“You had me at free dinner.” Virgil’s stomach rumbled in agreement.

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Taglist: ~nobody~ xoxo

(also does anyone wanna tell me how to link chapters or do anything at all?????????? pls)

Chapter 2:

#the storm that's brewing #fanfic #already a few chapters on a03 #prinxiety #logicality #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #original story

[ravens-rambling]

“You are safe now”

A/N: I fell hopelessly in love with @fangirltothefullest centaur AU and I just HAD to do something for it! I think the timeline and Virgil’s character might be slightly off on this but well I had an idea and ran with it XD sorry about that! 

Also, I wrote this entire thing last night at like..1 in the morning... (I have no regrets) 

summary: Even though Virgil has been at Thomas’s farm for quite some time now, along with some new folks, he still can’t seem to let his guard down around them. But when he desperately needs help, when his freedom is almost stripped from him yet again, a certain large centaur helps him and fights back. 

WC: 2,688

ships: Platonic Analogical 

warnings: Anxiety attack, Panic attack, Abuse, Mentions of abuse

Soft pairs of hooves echo in the night. His black fur blended in nicely with the blackness of the night. His black jacket warmed him up against the chilly night as a gust of wind ruffled up his hair and fur.

A soft yawn escaped from him as he made his way towards a cliff he discovered a few days ago. It was fairly close to the barn but high enough that he could see the house behind it. He has come to quite like that spot as it was always fairly quiet meaning he finally has time to his own thoughts and he could see everything around him. Even to the end of the farm's property if he squints hard enough.

His black curly tail swished in the wind as he galloped to the top of the cliff before breathing in a deep breath of the crisp cold air.

He folded his legs to take a seat as his eyes watched the barn with a sigh.

When he left everyone was settling in for the night after a busy day helping out the humans. Course he didn't do much as he preferred it that way. He doesn't even like getting close to them in all honesty.

His mistrust for the humans along with his uncertainty against the other centaurs properly made it so everyone hates him. That caused a shiver down his spine. He didn't mean to be rude and grumpy it was just...hard for him to trust others from where he came from. Especially in humans.

The only one he would trust here at the moment is Patton, the one who saved his life. Other than that the others were..loud. Too loud for his taste.

The only one that he could say wasn't loud was a huge centaur by the name of Logan. He was fairly calm which surprised him. Once he heard where this Logan came from and why he was here his heart throbbed. It was fairly similar to his story, his past. Being forced to do something he didn't want to do. Having everything, including freedom, taken away just for being 'beautiful' or 'powerful'. Just for being them.

He hated it with every fiber of his being. And he has come to learn that Logan hated it as well. But through his hard past, he wasn't rude like he was. No, he was rather kind, if foolish sometimes. He almost took on a protective role over them it was rather charming in a way.

Another deep breath came from him as he now looked up to the stars and a soft smile appeared on his lips at seeing the beautiful stars above him. They were so clear tonight. Not a single cloud in the sky. It brought him a certain peace in seeing those stars. It always brought him comfort.

Breaking through his deep thoughts was a rustle of a bush beside him.

Thinking it was Roman or maybe even one of the humans he leaned forward his eyebrow raising.

Before he could fully see it, rather he felt it, a net was suddenly thrown over his small frame.

As his mouth opened about to scream out he felt a muzzle hastily placed over his mouth from behind the scream dying in his throat.

His legs and arms kicked and thrashed against the net but he felt it dig into his skin and fur causing him to get more entangled in it and his muffled screams to become louder as it sent pain surging through him.

Coming before his line of vision was a pair of men, men he's never seen before. Men that will hurt him, his mind screamed, men that are hurting him.

Waves of tears were already streaming down his cheeks as his chest heaved.

No. Not again.

He can't be taken again.

They held his thrashing arms to the ground as they tied his arms together making it so he can't hit anybody.

Once that was done he felt them push and pull him away from his cliff. Away from the barn and his new home. Away from his only friends in his life, if he wants to call them that. His only freedom was being taken away from him and he can't do anything about it. Once again.

Would he be forced to dance for entertainment once again?

That made his body shake even more against the net that dug into him. His shaking only caused the net to dig into him even more. It became so tight it was getting hard to breathe, it was digging into his chest.

His vision blurred but he was able to make out that they were heading towards a big object now not far away. Once he squinted his eyes he could see it was a truck. A truck that was big enough for him to fit in.

At seeing how they were going to take him away it caused his breathing to become quicker.

As the painful minutes passed by and they got closer to the truck going even more farther away from the barn he suddenly felt them stop. His body had stopped moving against the ground.

His frantic eyes looked around him maybe hoping they had stopped and would leave him alone. But that small faint of hope soon got diminished as he saw one of them bringing out a familiar long black line.

He began whimpering against his muzzle trying to do anything to get away from the harsh pain he knew was soon to come.

His vision was becoming even more blurry with tears as he tried to place his hooves properly below him onto the ground. He needed to get away. Get away.

His entire body shook so violently that he couldn't even place them firmly on the ground.

Before he could even see the whip coming over the men's back he felt a boiling pain on one of his back legs. The familiar pain shot through his entire body causing him to scream more into the muzzle. Help, his mind screamed out, Please... Help me...

As he felt another burst of pain, this time through one of his front legs, he screamed even louder.

He could distantly hear the men talking, screaming something to him, but it was like it was coming from underneath water. He couldn't hear a single word they were saying.

His body shook even more as he felt yet more pain across his hip. And yet more pain after that. Pain. Pain. Pain. Over and over again. Every single time he felt it more screams came from his muzzle. Stop..please.. Just stop...

As if his prayer was answered he felt the exploding pain suddenly stop. Or haltered.

As he was silently thanking them he could hear pairs of huge thundering hooves against the ground. Thinking it was the men he shut his eyes expecting, even more, harsher pain to follow.

What he did not expect was for human screams and cries to be blasted in his ears.

Hesitantly he slowly opened his eyes only for them to grow at what he saw. A familiar dark blue large centaur was darting towards them.

Logan's eyes held pure fury and rage as he thundered his way over being surprisingly fast, Virgil distantly thought that even Roman would be amazed at how fast he was going, on his thick hooves.

Within seconds he was over to them he raised his thick hooves in the air before the frozen men only for him to come crashing down a mere few inches from the pair.

He could see the pure terror, the pure fear, that was ever present on the pair's faces as the large centaur leaned down towards them.

They were frozen in fear as Logan's voice was a deadly calm, "Leave now and never come back if I see either one of your faces again I will crush both of your legs to pure dust, you got it?"

The men gulped before quickly getting to their feet and hastily running towards their truck. They didn't look back as they drove off into the night, hopefully, for their sake, the last time either one of them would see the likes of them again.

As Logan watched the vehicle drive off, making sure they don't come back, he looked over his shoulder to the smaller quaking form that was on the ground. His eyes didn't hold that same fury in them.

No.

Now there was only heartbreak. Only the want to help his own.

Instantly he came over and gently as he could he throw off the net that was holding him together.

Though he still didn't move a muscle.

Only when he removed the muzzle holding down his mouth and the ropes around his hands did he finally stood up. As he was set free from the net he felt like he could finally breathe again. He gasps for air.

As soon as he did, before he knew what his body was doing, he surged forward. His shaking form dove into Logan's arms. His hands gripped on so tightly into Logan's shirt that his knuckles were pure white. His head was buried in as far as it could get into Logan not wanting to be left alone again.

His crying only doubled in volume as his body shook even more violently soaking the other's shirt.

He felt like he needed somebody. He needed to know that he was safe. That he won't get more pain across his body.

He felt hands on his back, soft gentle hands rubbing up and down his back. His ears throbbed as he heard Logan's soothing voice, "Shh.. It's okay.. I've got you now. They won't come back I promise you that. Just breathe for me alright? It's all okay now."

His voice was so soothing, so calming, he became almost lost in it.

"Breathe in for 4 seconds. Come on with me now Virge."

To the best of his ability, he followed the soothing voice. He listened to the beating heart of the others his own mimicking what he heard. Taking a deep breath he listened for the following instructions.

"Breathe out for 8 seconds."

When he did that he coughed harshly his throat sore and harsh. It was becoming hard to breathe from how his throat was.

"Shsh.. you're doing okay Virgil. Let's try again. You're doing perfectly."

As they did it a few times he was able to breathe halfway decently without hacking or heaving. Though his throat was still dry and raspy he could now at least breathe.

His hands were still gripped tightly into Logan's shirt as well as his tears were still streaming down his face. But his body wasn't shaking as violently anymore.

Logan's hands were still rubbing his back in soothing motions causing his back to slowly relax under the touch.

"I.. I w-was so..s-scared.. I t-thought I..would b-be..ta-taken again.. I.."

"You're okay now Virgil. It's going to be okay. They are gone and won't hurt you anymore."

A few more seconds, a few more deep breaths.

"Do you want to go back to the barn?"

A nod of a head.

He didn't trust his voice at the moment, though he wasn't even sure if he could talk at the moment as he felt his throat close up as he tried to respond.

All he wants now is to be protected. Is to have others around him. Even if that means strangers at this point. As long as he's sure nobody would hurt him he'll take anything then being exposed like this. Anything to know he won't be hurt more.

As he felt Logan's hands draw away from his back he drew slowly away as well, despite what his mind screamed for.

Though he couldn't even take a single step before blasting, exploding, pain echoed through his entire body causing him to scream out in pain and his legs to drawn backward. His body crashed to the ground before Logan could even pull forward to grab him.

Logan went to his side holding his head in his soft gentle hands as his breathing quickened. Though thankfully it was thanks to the pain, not his anxieties this time. "Virgil! What's wrong? What hurts?"

Virgils eyes slowly blinked up towards the bigger one, "E-Everywhere.. B-Back..leg.. O-One..fro-front leg.." It took every bit of him to not scream out again.

Logan's frantic gaze looked upon the blood that was coming from his legs. His hip. Across his body, there were thin but deep traces of blood most of it was coming from his two legs. It was very similar to the already scars that was in his fur already.

If he didn't get them treated they could become more scars or worse.

Deep anger once again flashed through his mind before he snuffed it out.

He didn't even ask before his hands went under the smaller one and he lifted him in his arms.

A raspy squeak came from Virgil's mouth as he was lifted into the air a blush even appeared on his cheeks as well as Logans. Instantly he tried to get away wanting anything other than this.

"N-No... Put..m-me down.. I.."

Logan shook his head, "No can do Virgil. I'm just bringing you to the barn. I promise I'm not going to hurt you. If you try to use your legs you will just cause more pain and possibly an infection."

An infection?! Were his wounds that deep?!

He's had plenty of infections before sure, it won't be anything new for him but there were only a few times it was caused by a whip.

Those humans made sure not to hit him too hard so he couldn't perform after all.

Even the thought, the memory, sent shivers down his spine and his breath to hitch.

But he had to remember that Logan won't hurt him. He's not a human. He just saved him. He can let him carry him to the barn that wasn't that far away. 

It was okay. 

He was okay. He was okay. 

He had to keep telling himself that, that same phrase going through his mind over and over again.

Finally, he crossed his arms and nodded.

"F-Fine... Just...ma-make it quick..p-please.."

A soft smile from Logan, "Of course. Though I must warn you once the others see you in this state they will rush over and ask questions. Though they are just trying to help."

With that, they set off.

He didn't say anything back rather going quiet as they start up the cliff he was just on before..the whole ordeal. Now, as they went to the top, he got shivers down his spine again.

It would be a while before he could feel safe enough to be up here alone he knew for sure.

But as he glanced up, wanting to distract his thoughts, to watch Logan as he walked. His face still held such concern in it. Pure concern and distress still. He couldn't help but blush some more. He couldn't help but have a flush in his heart.

Maybe...maybe this place wasn't so bad.

Maybe these centaurs weren't so bad.

And dare he say it, but maybe these humans weren't as bad as he thought.

If they were kind and thoughtful enough to save Logan. For Logan and Patton to place their trust and lives in the hands of these humans..they can't be so bad right?

Maybe after all of his painful past, his scars that were the painful reminder of his past that would always be there.

Maybe just maybe he could learn to trust in others for once in his life.

As they headed down the cliff his grip on Logan lessened and as it did his eyes closed now too tired to keep them open.

He placed all his trust into the bigger one, he placed his life into the other one's hands, literally. 

Knowing now that he has nothing to fear.

Knowing that he won't ever hurt him.

Knowing that he was finally safe with others that care for him.

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