#lamp fics

I Need You Now

Patton gets kidnapped by a supervillain who's targeting his superhero boyfriends.

A/N: This is in the same AU as one of my other fills, but it should make total sense as a standalone!

“You'll never get away with this!” Patton cried, struggling against the bonds which kept him tied to a chair.

“Really? That's what you're going for? A little cliché, don't you think?”

The villain in black gave Patton a flat look, his disdain clear even through his mirrored sunglasses. He had been haughty and over-critical ever since Patton had woken up in his lair several hours ago after being drugged on the way home from work.

Patton was rapidly coming to the conclusion that this was not a very nice person.

“When this gets reported and the superheroes come for me –” he began.

“You mean your little boyfriends?” the Critic said, dismissively. “Yes, I know all about your little ménage à quatre with our little city's two big-name vigilantes. Why did you think you were here?”

Patton swallowed heavily.

“I don't know what you mean,” he said, the lie sounding weak even to him.

“Let's reinvent a classic,” the Critic continued. “Superheroes, kidnapped loved one… can you see where I'm going with this?”

A chill ran down Patton's spine.

“They won't fall for it,” he insisted. “Whatever trap you have planned, they'll outsmart you.”

The villain scoffed, his expression smug as he swigged his coffee.

“Uh huh? Cause people always think calmly and clearly when their loved ones are in danger.”

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Virgil reluctantly agrees to hang out with Roman. What they discover surprises them.

Part of my Dismantle the Gender Trinary series.

It was going to be fine. Everything would be fine. Fine!

Maybe if Virgil said it enough, they would start to believe it.

Look, they told themselves for the thirty-eighth time that day. Roman has been entirely tolerable every time you've seen him. You've been dating Patton for over a year, and Logan for the last three months. You know they're both good judges of character and they think Roman all but hung the moon. Not to mention, you've hung out at their place at least a dozen times and Roman has always been perfectly polite and well-behaved. If he was some kind of psycho, you'd know about it by now.

They pulled out their phone again, compulsively checking the text message.

“Can I meet up with you sometime? There's something I want to talk about.” From Roman. Followed by the damning evidence of Virgil's reply: an invitation to meet them after their shift, i.e. in about ten minutes.

Because they were the world's biggest idiot.

No, I'm not an idiot, because it's going to be fine.

It starts on the couch.

Logan is not as amused by watching comedy show re-runs as his boyfriends, but he does find himself satisfied by the associated physical intimacy of sitting on the couch together. Normally, he brings a book or some work to do while the others are watching, but today he forgot, and now he quickly finds himself growing fidgety.

Fortunately, Patton is seated between his feet, and Patton’s affinity for having his hair played with is well-established. Logan begins carding his fingers absent-mindedly through his boyfriend’s loose blond curls, and Patton nuzzles his cheek gently against Logan’s knee in appreciation.

Soon, Logan finds himself in need of additional mental stimulation. A three-strand braid is easy enough to accomplish, although it takes a couple of attempts to make the strands neat enough for Logan’s high standards. When he releases his creation, the bottom inch or so immediately springs apart, but the rest of the plait holds firm.

Logan moves on, attempting a more complex form. A four-strand braid is easy enough to deduce a suitable pattern for, albeit one requiring slightly more concentration. Five strands however, presents a much wider array of possibilities, and it takes some experimentation to produce a variant he is satisfied enough with to continue for the whole length of Patton’s hair.

He pauses, smiling to himself as he holds the completed five-strand braid between his nimble fingers, only to realise that the sound of the television has ceased, and Roman and Virgil are staring at him.

“Holy shit, L.”

“Show me, show me!” Patton is practically vibrating with excitement. When Virgil hands over his phone, allowing Patton to use the front-facing camera, Patton squeals happily.

“I have princess hair!!! Oh my goodness Lo, that looks so complicated! Quick, someone grab a scrunchy -”

Roman hands one to Logan with a warm smile, and Logan quickly secures the plait.

“If you are ever looking for a test subject for your tonsorial trials, I would happily volunteer,” Roman offers. “Ooh, could you do me one with a ribbon in it? No - seven ribbons, in rainbow colours!”

Virgil knocks him with his shoulder.

“Give him a minute to agree before you go making things as extra as possible, Princey,” he teases.

“No, I - I would enjoy continuing this line of enquiry,” Logan admits. “As long as you all are willing to participate.”

Roman and Patton both make eager noises of agreement, but Virgil’s reaction is most telling. He laughs a little, then falls sideways across the couch, draping himself across Roman’s lap in order to lie with his head on Logan’s legs.

“I suppose there are worse things than having you play with my hair,” he says.

“Rude!” Roman protests. “I wanted to take the next turn! Pat, tell him - I called dibs!”

The first of my fills for @badthingshappenbingo

I wound up unexpectedly getting inspiration to write this prompt fill within my Dismantle The Gender Trinary AU, although it should still make sense as a standalone if you’re unfamiliar! (This AU is established relationship LAMP.)

You can see my other fills or how to send prompts in my Bad Things Happen Bingo tag.

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Bad Dream

Some part of Virgil recognised the dream as soon as it began.

But they were still powerless to stop it from playing out.

They were a child again – barely nine years old, short and skinny with their hair cropped short, wandering the halls of the house they had grown up in in the silent hours of the early morning. They had always been a light sleeper, and the curtains in the room they shared with three beta siblings were flimsy and let in the light, waking them at dawn more often than not. They had formed a habit of creeping down the hall to the kitchen, so they could eat their breakfast in the peaceful half-light before the rest of the family were awake.

But this morning, they were not the only one moving around the house.

Patton loves his new soulmate... but that doesn't make everything okay.

The long-awaited sequel to Soulsick is here! Now with 100% more Patton (but no less h/c).

Patton walked through the front door with a smile on his face.

“Hey, loves! I'm home!”

He could feel that one of his soulmates was at home. Logan was out on a consulting job this week, and no answering greeting came which meant –

Ah. Virgil.

Patton's smile shrank a couple of millimetres.

It wasn't – Patton loved Virgil, of course he did! They were soulmates, and Patton's heart beat a little faster with every shy smile or gentle touch.

Only… well.

“Heya, kiddo!” Patton said, sticking his head around Virgil's bedroom door. It had been their guest bedroom until recently, but Virgil wasn't ready to share with the rest of them yet, so he'd claimed it for now. Logan had slept over with him last night, and Patton could feel the traces of them lingering in the air, like a comforting invisible presence.

“Patton,” Virgil said, giving him a quick salute. “You, uh. Have a good day?”

“Yes, it was great!” Patton told him.

Virgil nodded, turning back to his phone. Patton's heart sank a little.

“I was gonna grab myself a snack, do you want anything?”

“Nah, I'm good,” Virgil said without looking up.

And that was that.