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explanationâ I personally headcanon Patton as transgender, Janus as using They-Them pronouns, and Remus as using any and all pronouns however she will mostly be referred to with She/Her or He/Him to lessen confusion!
In future chapters there will be descriptions of panic attacks, dysphoria, bullying, and references to abusive relationships. Many of these will be based off of Personal experiences so please let me know if anything is misused or written in poor taste!
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Virgil took a deep breath, now was not the time to panic, if there even was a time to panic now was not it. Now being standing in front of his new high school class, the people he would be with for the next four years of his life, their first impression of him could not be heavy breaths and tears, he wouldnât let that happen.
It has been about six years since Patton transitioned, five since he did so publicly, and you would think that walking the halls with people who knew himâŚ. Well no, knew the old him- knew âherâ as his partner called it, would be easier. But it wasnât, it never was.
Janus has an awesome boyfriend. Thatâs what they would say if anyone asked, thatâs what they told Pattonâs overprotective friends when the two looked them up and down suspiciously the day Patton had drug them by the hand to his table. Itâs what they would tell Remus when she leaned much too far across the table and his eyes glanced between Janus and Patton before breaking into her iconic toothy grin.Â
Patton and Janus have been dating for four years. Both of them have faced struggles and hardships but they have faced them together. Sure theyâve gone through tough times, no couple hasnât; And sure, maybe their relationship is being held together by a string that frays more and more each day. However the two need each other no matter how hard it gets. So when the new boy stands in front of the class and both quietly and quickly introduces himself, tugging at the frayed ends of his sleeves nervously Patton and Janus know that he would be the perfect addition to the friend group. And maybe, just maybe, this new boy is the final piece in the puzzle that is the relationship that Patton and Janus have spent so long putting together.
I fucking love Patton sanders heâs so fucking good what a fucking great dad. So good in ships just fucking amazing. Just fuck. Heâs so supportive and loving would do fucking anything for his friends and heâs trying so fucking hard. Like fuck yeah heâs great fuck sheet in bed came undone very uncomfortable must fix sheet fixed bug it a ticking time bomb ITS FINE
But Patton sander is so good I love him and his dad glasses and his dad shirt and his funky character development. Like Thomas Sanders fucking went off on Patton and how he represents growth that comes from maturity and growing up and how you learn how the world in complicated and things get harder and that you have to try but heâs also like scared that he canât get better or that he isnât enough BUT HE IS I fucking love him
My favorite Patton is the ones in my AUs because I get to make him super tall and buff and heâs so fucking dad and he has magic in one of them and in another he has a doctorate let him doctor stuff I think fandom should have more doctor Patton he would be a good doctor very caring very loving absolutely loves his family he fucking dubbed famILY which is so fucking cute cause ILY means I Love You and I love him so ducking
Much
Good man would hug j love him and his epic self OH FUCK SHE IS UNDONE fixed partly but itâs once again gonna undo i fucking live Patton sanders
Favorite Patton ships are Moxceit and Intruality and also four of them together because what a ducking cool concept what a fucking cool look Patton is tallest and biggest and can pick up all of them and than make a happy home in most of my AUs with some exceptions my favorite is the ones where virgil is a dragon cause I have so many of those caus dragons re fucking cool wait DRAGON PATTON would Be really fucking COOL I fucking love him/
"Ugh," Virgil said, leaning back in his chair and tipping it onto two legs. "We've been at this for hours, we should take a break."
Patton closed the book he was looking through.
"I think you're right," he said. "Weddings are fun! But wedding planning is tiring. And careful with that chair, honey. You might fall."
"Quite," Janus agreed. "But it will be well worth it. Our wedding shall be the event of the century. Our friends will talk about it for years to come."
"I just hope it won't be too stressful," Virgil said, leaning forward and putting all four feet of the chair back onto the floor.
Patton reached over, taking one of Virgil's hands into his own and squeezing it.
"We'll do everything we can to make you as comfortable as possible."
"Of course," Janus agreed. "That is one of our top priorities."
Janus then reached out, too, taking Virgil's other hand in both of his own. He rubbed reassuring circles into the back of Virgil's hand with his thumb.
"Thank you," Virgil said. "Really. It... it means a lot, honestly."
"Anything for you, my darling," Janus said honestly.
He then lifted Virgil's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Patton immediately copied the gesture with Virgil's other hand.
Virgil laughed. "You two are in a romantic mood, aren't you?"
"We're planning our wedding, dearest, now is the best time to be romantic."
Janus is folding origami snakes when Virgil finds him.Â
Which, in itself, is not new or unusual. Janus has been making origami creatures since before Virgil had ever met him: cutting perfect squares of papers, folding along invisible lines, creating something new from the boringness. Some people like making tiny stars, but Janus turns squares of paper into pocket sized friends. Some of Virgilsâs favorite presents are books in which he found little purple and gold paper spiders tucked between the pages, or the cranes that he unfolded to find little sweet and sappy messages for him, or when he was emptying out his school bag and found butterflies hidden in the depths, left there with care and love and waiting to be discovered on a rainy day.
Janus folds origami and Virgil keeps every single one heâs ever gotten his hands on-- sometimes even going as far as to dig the few Janus recycled out of the bin and keep them in his collection.
So the origami isnât necessarily new or weird or confusing.Â
Finding him behind the school building, cutting class to fold them is.
Janus is, despite his outward appearance and his claims to the otherwise, a huge nerd. Virgil finds that adorable about him: the way he gets excited to go to school and learn something new, the bounce in his step when he was heading towards his psychology class, the rumbling of his words when he forgot to take a breath while describing history to him. Heâs a nerd who reads autobiographies with crappy romance novel covers strapped on them and begs Virgil to watch the new Netflix documentaries with him.
When they had been seven, Janus had been very adamant about being a host on the History Channel. Virgil had been interested as long as he got to be the guy that went out and found Mothman to invite on to Janusâs show.Â
(Sometimes Virgil finds himself missing the simplicity of being seven-years-old and knowing what he wants to do with his life.)
Still Janus isnât the type to cut class usually. Playing hookie was Virgilâs game, not his. But Janus hadnât shown up to meet him outside his locker at the break between their classes, and Virgil had made the decision that locating Janus took priority over Personal Finance.Â
 Its nice outside, far nicer than it has any right to be. The sun is shining, with just enough heat to make Virgil consider taking off his jacket (he doesnât), a breeze carries through the air playing with his bangs, and the bells had just rang so everyone is in class and not outside. Thereâs barely any noise out here: a zombie apocalypse picturesque scene. It used to unnerve him, but now it just gives him peace of mind.
Behind the school is his fifth place to check, right behind: the far corner of the library that Janus likes to power nap in during lunch, the stairwell to the roof that is supposed to be locked but theyâd jimmied open last year, Janusâs actual class where his seat was empty and several kids glanced at Virgil as he had scurried by, and the parking lot where Virgil checked to make sure that Janus hadnât just driven away and left him in this hell alone without even a text message goodbye.Â
Janus is, in fact, still at the school, sitting in grass against the wall of the school that faces the parking lot. If Virgil hadnât been looking for him, he might have mistaken him for a dark shrub or the Art Club's newest modern art installation. His bag is next to him, half his books spilling out into the lawn and at least a whole treeâs worth of folded paper around him. The piles of origami snakes remind Virgil of noodles, a mixture of colors and then twice as many in just plain white.Â
âHey,â Virgil says, approaching slowly in case this is one of those times when Janus wants to be alone more than he wants to feel alone.Â
Janus folds another crease with the edge of his thumb nail and throws his sloppily made friend into the pile with the others. Thereâs a stack of pre-cut paper next to him, but it's all loose leaf paper. Which meant that he had folded his way through his stash of actual origami colored paper, which meant that he had been doing this since a lot longer than before second block, like Virgil feared.
Janus sighs thumping his head back against the brick walls and picks up another sheet. Virgil takes that as a sign to sit down next to him. He drops his bag off at his feet and reaches around the assortment of pins (Xmen, Marvel, gay flag, banned books week, one from a video game he liked the art of but had never played, etc) to unzip the smallest pocket. He pulls out another stack of the thin paper in an assortment of colors and places it on top of Janusâs current stack.
âSo,â Virgil says, picking a snake off the ground. âWanna talk about it?â
Janus flips the snake over and begins the process of folding the tail, ruthlessly. âDo I want to talk about it,â He echoes sourly, pressing each fold like it was a matter of life and death. âNo, I do not want to talk about it. Because its stupid and a waste of time and I shouldnât care but I still do and you have so many better things to do than listen to me whine about Patton Hart, yet again!â
Janus folds the head down and then stars into the empty eyes with a glare.
Virgil points his own snake at Janus and wiggles it a bit, âIf its bothering you this much, then it canât be stupid. And besides I love hearing about how much you hate Patton Hart. What did he do this time?â
âI donât hateâŚâ Janus lets out a sigh, âHe didnât do anything. In fact he didnât even show up to class today. I heard a couple sophomores say he was acting funny earlier so I assume he went home early.â
Virgil frowns at that, trying to think back to the morning. Heâd been running late and preoccupied with a Spanish test that he had forgotten he had first block, but he does remember seeing Roman and Patton in the halls. They hadnât been holding hands like usual, which is probably why it stuck in Virgilâs head. They were the most lovey-dovey couple in the whole school: holding hands, kissing, flamboyant declarations of love... Virgil has nightmares about the way that Roman had asked Patton to Prom Junior year and had made Janus swear that if he ever plans on taking Virgil to a dance, he wouldnât do it with glitter, the marching band, and in front of the whole school.
Patton had also looked different, Virgil remembers. Less cheery, more despondent. He had a smile on his face, but it looked forced and his eyes were glazed over like he wasnât listening to anything at all.
Which, okay, fair. Roman tended to say the same things every day but phrased them differently. There were really only oh-so-many ways to say the words âI love youâ and Roman had used up all of them in freshman year.
âSo he wasnât there,â Virgil says, shrugs, and takes a moment of silence to hope that Patton is getting some well needed sleep: Patton is one of those guys that just...finds a way to be involved with everything. Bake sales, choir, poetry club, talent show, office runner, treasurer of the student council-- if thereâs something anyone needs to get done, Patton probably can do it. Not to mention heâs the nicest person Virgil has ever met. He honestly sees the good in people and its a shame that heâs dating Roman, because otherwise he and Janus would have invited him into their relationship a while ago.
(Roman isnât exactly someone Janus or Virgil could stand on a weekly basis, much less daily. Virgil is pretty sure if Roman ever tried any romantic shit that he pulls on Patton, on Virgil heâll spontaneously combust. Janus gets hives from being in close proximity to the gooey lovefest that Roman brings around any time he opens his mouth. And of course, Roman isnât the type to share anything.)
((Ninety percent of their relationship these days is locking eyes while Roman did something and fake gagging like the mature adults they were.))
âWhatâs the big de--â Virgil stops, âWait, isnât debate today?â
âAnd take a guess who was my partner,â Janus summarizes. He tosses the snake to the ground and picks up another sheet of paper. âHe...The Dragon Witch immediately failed me because he didnâtâŚ.and I couldnâtâŚâ
He messes up the fold because his fingers are shaking too much. Virgil gently reaches out and takes the paper from his fingertips. It floats down to join the other snakes, and Virgil gives Janusâs hands a squeeze.Â
Thereâs a welt of anger in his chest, bubbling up in a nice simmer. He hates the Dragon Witch, although heâs never had her class or even knows her real name (Roman had coined the title in freshman year back when he had been a benchwarmer for the football team and it had caught on until the whole school used it). Sheâs known for being generally awful to every student that came in, a little unhinged, and even her own daughter-- a girl in the grade below them-- agrees that nobody wants to be in her class. Unfortunately, despite the many protests held by small pockets of students, the Dragon Witch has tenure and the school boardâs stance is âif it isnât broken, donât fix itâ. Ergo, she still lives on this plane of existence and Virgil thinks about egging her car often. Probably too often.
âIts stupid,â Janus repeats and the cavity where Virgilâs heart should be aches a little for him, âI know sheâs had it out for me. Ever since that first day when I pointed out all the books on the syllabus were written by rich white men. But it was just⌠I felt really good about this one, Vee.âÂ
Virgil knows this. Janus had been practically vibrating since the assignment had been given out. Heâd gone above and beyond with his research for the topic-- something about selflessness that had gone straight over Virgilâs head when Janus had been talking about it. Patton hadnât even been that bad of a partner, Janus had said, despite never having time to practice for it. They had exchanged numbers and texted details and notes to one another all week.
If Virgil hadnât spent most of the afternoons lying next to Janus playing League of Legends and listening to Janusâs black pen scratch out preparation notes, he might have been jealous of how much attention Janus had been giving Patton. (and vise versa.)
âWe were going to win,â Janus says softly. âAnd then Patton decided to just not show the fuck up! Why canât I count on anyone but you? Why must I suffer in a world full of idiots?â
âHey, at least heâs cute,â Virgil says.
âAt least heâs cute,â Janus agrees, resignedly. âDo you think heâs going to break up with Roman?â
Virgil shrugs, âDo you want to ask him to join us if he does?â
âI would never pass up an opportunity to spite Roman like that,â Janus says, which is actually code for âI would never pass up an opportunity to dote on Patton and Virgil, do you think heâll let us paint his nails, I have the perfect shade of blue to match his shoelaces--âÂ
(Theyâve had this conversation at least once every season since Janus had caught Virgil sighing at the smaller boy in the halls midway through freshman year.)
Janus wiggles his hands from Virgilâs and picks up the unfinished snake but its softer now, less angry and more care. When he completes it, he points it at Virgil and offers a guilty half smile.
âSorry for making you miss class.âÂ
Virgil wants to laugh because really that was the last thing on his mind right now. He shuffles through the snakes on the ground picking out his favorites to add to his collection. âNah, its cool. You can just do my taxes and budgeting in the future and weâll call it even. What are you gonna do with all of these?â
Janus hums, looking at all of them, âMaybe we can hide them around school to confuse people.â
âCan we write âyouâre nextâ in a red pen on the inside of them?â Virgil asks with a grin, âlike some horror movie shit?â
âWhatever you desire, darling,â Janus says and Virgil is incredibly grateful that heâs in love with his best friend. Virgil doesnât usually count himself as lucky, but Janus had to be some kind of miracle: a person who understood Virgil the way that no one else ever bothered to. Janus has the type of laughter that makes everyone else want to laugh as well, the type of smile that begs for mischief, the type of loyalty that reassures Virgil no matter what happens they have each otherâs backs.
Also heâs pretty, and Virgil likes staring at pretty things.
Janus leans forward and gives him a peck on his cheek. âThank you.â
âYou missed,â Virgil says with a stupid ass smile, because heâs stupidly in love and wouldnât have it any other way.
Janus rolls his eyes very fondly and leans in again, until Virgil can see every shade of brown and green in his mismatched eyes, until he can feel Janusâs breath on his face, until Virgil loses track of the nanometers between them. Virgilâs eyes are half closed already, anticipating how the rest of their newly established free time is going to be spent and not feeling a speck of embarrassment or guilt about it--
And then he sees the movement out of the corner of his eyes and freezes up. Heâs certain without looking that it is a teacher and oh god they were going to get expelled for something. Thereâs too much stuff around them-- their bags, the millions of snakes, their own bodies-- and even if they left everything there theyâd surely get found out from that stuff, and then the school would call his mom and Virgil did not want to have that conversation with her again.Â
But then he does look and its not a teacher at all. Virgil blinks, once, twice to make sure heâs seeing things correctly.
âVirgil?â Janus says, still several centimetres away from kissing him and obviously aware of how Virgil had tensed to high hell.
âI thought you said that Patton went home sick,â Virgil says absently.
Janus sits back, following his line of sight to the corner of the building where-- sure enough-- Patton Hart was walking without a care in the entire world. He was dressed differently today than Virgil remembered him ever dressing: the memories of his polo and his cardigan give way to the reality of sweatpants and a soft sweater that cannot be comfortable in the heat of the day. Virgil tries to remember if thatâs what Patton had been wearing earlier and⌠yeah it was. From this distance Virgil canât tell the look on his face, but he doesnât look like heâs worried at all.
Heâs walking with a purpose. And that purpose looks angry.Â
âDoes Patton have a car?â Janus asks.
âI donât...think soâŚâ Virgil says tracking Pattonâs progress across the lawn.
âThen whoâs keys does he have in his hand?â Janus says not entirely rhetorical.
With barely a nod between the two of them, they scoop all the paper snakes into Virgilâs bag and take off after him.
Its extremely weird, Virgil thinks. Because its so quiet that their footsteps sound like slaps, and they have to duck around a red truck to avoid Pattonâs glance back. Janus crouches delicately, slinking between the cars and Virgil wastes a moment watching how gracefully he moves.Â
Heâs like water flowing, controlled and effortless and an undercurrent of power. Virgil doesnât doubt his ability to fight right this moment, doesnât doubt his killer left hook, or his dirty fighting tactics that Janus picked up in the name of self defense and preservation. Virgilâs body hums with adrenaline as he watches Janus follow after Patton.
He leans against a jeep that doesnât actually have a parking pass but no oneâs complained about it and Janus peeks around the bummer to see where Patton was heading.
For a second, Virgil thought he was going after Janusâs car-- the little gold mazada 3 thats a year and a half old and a gift from his parents. Heâs just about to yell, to scream, to ward Patton off, because it was already shitty of him to not show up to the debate, but touching Janusâs car? Thatâs like super assholeish and Virgil has never once wanted to call Patton an asshole.
Janus, however, is quicker and covers his mouth with his hand. âLook, I think...heâs crying,â
âWhat?â Virgil whispers, squinting-- oh shit, he should probably get an appointment to update his contacts soon -- and Patton is crying. Its the silent type of crying that's born from using a smile to hide the hurt too much and Virgil immediately decides that Patton doesnât deserve that ever. He feels each one of those tears like a punch to the gut, each soft barely audible gasp like a knee to his jaw, each sniffle like an elbow to the back of his head.
Patton storms past Janusâs car and goes straight to the fiery red Prius that Roman (and his twin Remus) share.
âOh my god,â Virgil breathes at the same time as Patton takes the blade of a key to the side of the car.
The noise is awful. Janus flinches curling into Virgil as they watch with morbid fascination: Patton doesnât waver, doesnât hesitate as he carves deep into the paint and the metal, perfecting each and every letter.
By the time heâs finished, heâs bawling big fat crocodile tears that soak all turn all his cheeks puffy and soak the collar of his sweater and Virgilâs stomach is a twisted knot of emotions he doesnât know what to do with.
âFUCK OFFâ written on the side of Romanâs car explains things very well, anyway.
Patton drops the keys on the ground and then follows after in such a dead weight fall that Virgil feels the shockwaves from where he is. He curls in on himself, sobbing horrible, gut-wrenching howls of pain.
Janus leaps around Virgil to run after him, and Virgil only stumbles slightly trying to come with him.Â
âI didnâtâŚâ Janus says, loudly--loud enough to make Patton jump and Virgil flinch and the empty parking lot feel crowded, âI didnât know you were into Modern Art, Patton.â
Virgil thinks that if it were any other situation, he might have snorted. But when Patton turns to them with his blue eyes so full of tears that Virgil thinks he might drown in them, he forgets every other thought he has had.
Its just...rage.
âIâll kill him.â
And Virgil means it, the same way he says that the sky is blue, or that he won't take off his sweatshirt, that he loves Janus with all his soul. He means that he will go right back into that building and search through every single fucking classroom until he finds wherever Roman spends his third class of the day and then heâll drag him out to the parking lot by his stupid perfect hair and run him over a couple hundred times.
Virgil will go to jail for manslaughter and he wouldnât even feel sorry.
Patton lets out a shuddering sob and frantically tries to wipe away his ugly tears, making noises that Virgil assumes are meant to be words but they come out scrambled and grated and wrong. And Patton whoâs never done a single mean thing in all the time that Virgil has known of him, does not deserve to feel a hurt that bad. How dare Roman make him feel a pain that bad.
Virgil rolls up his sleeves and spins on his heel to go take care of the issue-- but Janus catches him by his hood and yanks him back.
âPatton,â Janus says softly (a tone that's normally reserved for two AM sleepovers and lazy saturday movie marathons and sad boi hours that come and go like the seasons), âWhat can we do?â
Patton lets out a shriek, and when he looks back up thereâs no sadness. Its a fury, an anger, its frustration that boiled into a suffocating gas and Virgil guess that heâs not going to need to end Romanâs life because Patton is perfectly capable of doing himself.
âYou can shut the hell up!â Patton screams, âAnd Leave me the fuck alone!â
Virgil and Janus share a look.
And well...Virgil has been breaking rules since he was a kid and Janus isnât the type of follow orders simply because. Without discussing anything they both sit down next to Patton, and Virgil starts pulling out the origami paper again.
âWhat are you doing?â Patton hisses in a way that Virgil has never once seen him do. His fingers shake, but he keeps himself calm and cool and collected.
âIts called origami,â Janus says, although he knows very well thatâs not what Patton was asking. Virgil watches his fingers flick in the air, a mesmerizing dance that once Patton looks at he couldnât look away from.Â
Pattonâs tears drop, his face is still puffy and dangerous, but Janus says nothing about it. Virgil holds his breath and watches as Janus folds, unfolds, pinches, twists the paper into a jumping frog. He sets it out on his palm and lets Patton stare at it like it holds the secrets of the universe.
âI like making things when I get upset,â Janus says. âWould you like me to teach you?â
âIâŚâ Patton sniffles, rubbing away his tears again. He sounds so small and insignificant that Virgil wants to wrap his arms around him and protect him from everything. âWhyâŚ?â
âI know how to do many animals,â Janus continues on, âfrogs, snakes, spiders, cranes⌠Or we can just fold paper in any way we want to, too.â
Patton is silent. Janus picks up another piece of paper and begins folding it in half. Thereâs a breeze through the parking lot, colder than before, bitter and smarting. Virgil tugs the sleeves of his jacket over his hands and tries not to wonder what happened to the sun.Â
âThe motion is calming to me,â Janus explains, âI like the creation of something new and different, the repetition--â
Thereâs a huff.
A snort.
And then...well then Patton is laughing a terribly wet, mean laugh. Janus pauses halfway through folding the head of the frog to make sure Patton hasn't been replaced by a skinwalking alien wearing Pattonâs face, and Virgil canât really blame him at all. The small boy kneels over laughing so hard he ends up gasping for breath and Virgil shivers at how the noise steals all the warmth from the air.
âFucking stupid,â Patton manages, through gasps that sound suspiciously like whimpers. âEverything is so fucking stupid.âÂ
âI see someone taught the five-year-old a new swear word,â Janus says. âWho was it? Remus?â
âJust go away, Janus,â Patton says, laying his head on the asphalt.
âI wouldnât do that if I were you,â Janus tuts finishing off his second frog, âYou really donât know where that piece of road has been.â
âActually I do!â Patton bolts upright, âI do know! Its been right here! Its been here no matter whatâs happened, never moving, never changing, and even if I marked it with chalk or paint or took a jackhammer to it or blew it the fuck up it will still be here when I wake up tomorrow! Now fuck off!â
Virgil blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.Â
âI am learning so many things about you today, Patton,â Janus says without missing a beat. He picks up another sheet of paper, âYouâre into modern art, youâre passionate about parking lots...my, my, my. Perhaps we should have done our debate on road construction instead. Would you have bothered to show up then?â
âLike it matters.â Patton says, even more unlike himself. Virgil thinks heâs seen Patton overbook himself for commitments more times than he can count and apologies are nearly always coupled with food of some sort: cookies, fudge, pasta salad. Sometimes even to things he never even said he could be there for. Patton is more apologetic than Virgil ever has been, and Virgil likes to apologize for existing.
But here is a Patton, or a version of him, that seems so defeated, so angry, so sad and upset and miserable that heâs just...given up. Consequences be damned.
âWe lose,â Patton says looking up at the sky, âWe lose because Mrs. Hydrus hates you, Janus, and so she makes us do it without any notes, then every time you stumble, she interrupts and asks for clarification despite being the moderator, and she cuts down our time by a whole minute. And when you say anything back to her she sends you to the principal's office and gives us a zero for the assignment, anyway. We lose. But its fine because you never remember anyway and then you get to wake up and be humiliated all over again. And it doesnât matter what I do! Okay? We lose!â
Janus stops folding his frog and turns to look directly at Patton. Virgil is too, and he can scarcely breathe.
âWhat did you just say?â
Patton turns to face him swiping away another round of tears. âGo ahead, Virgil! Youâre just like everyone else. Go and call me c-crazy! Tell me Iâm insane! T-take me to the doctors! Whatever! Iâm so t-tired of this and I canât even die.â
Virgil swallows hard. Thereâs a lump in the back of his throat, a lump thatâs growing until he can barely breathe around it. Janus brings a hand up to his mouth like he might be sick right there on the concrete.Â
âPattonâŚâ Virgil breathes. âAre you a paper frog?â
Patton stares at him like heâs stupid so Virgil reaches out with shaky hands and picks up one of the finished frogs from the ground. He carefully unfolds it, piece-by-piece, until its back to the original square. Then he holds it up for Patton to see, and begins to refold it the way that Janus had.
âAre you,â Virgil asks, âbeing refolded like a paper frog?â
Pattonâs face says everything.
âH-how,â Janus asks, âhow many times?â
The other boy blinks long and slow and sniffles. âI-I donât know. Around three hundred twelve? Maybe? I lost count so long ago.â
âThree hundred twel--â Virgil repeats, âHoly shit, Pat! Thatâs almost a year.â
âWhy didnât you come to us?â Janus asks, although they all know why really. Despite them being debate partners, Patton and Janus donât talk. Janus and Virgil admire him from afar, and only talk to him in passing. For the longest time Virgil didnât even know if Patton knew his name, and now theyâre sitting here wondering why strangers would ever interact with one another?
âWhat aboutâŚâ Virgil motions to the car, the keys, the fun words written in the red paint.
Patton shakes his head so hard his body trembles. âHe doesnât...he never...I tried so so hard but its so much easier to leave him be. It takes so much to convince him and then⌠then its not a true loveâs kiss solution.â
Virgilâs gut twists just thinking about that. About how many times that Roman made him prove that he had seen everything before, and then for a kiss not to work when they both were head over heels in love with each other and then waking up again, convincing Roman again, then telling him the kiss didnât work? Virgil could guess it didnât go over well at all.Â
Knowing Roman it had probably dissolved into a âweâre not meant for each other?â, followed by a âi will always love you no matter what.â , and finished with a âIf it will save you from this loop then weâll have to break upâ.
From the sight of the keys on the ground, Virgil can guess how far it went this time.
âI do love him,â Patton says almost desperately. âI do, I do, I do! I swear I love him so much--â
Janus puts a hand on Pattonâs shoulder and he falls silent immediately. âI believe you,â Janus says, âIâve seen the way you look at him, Patton. No one here thinks that the two of you arenât perfect for each other.â
Its a pain to admit because its friendzoning both of them right now, but Virgil would weather that if it meant Patton wouldnât sound so heartbroken. Janus meets his eyes over Pattonâs shoulder and gives him a nod. At least theyâre on the same page for this.
âThree hundred twelve time loops,â Virgil says, âdoes not sound like it was fun at all.â
âAre any loops fun?â Janus asks.
âFruit loops are fun,â Patton sniffles again. He rubs his eyes and hunches over in his sweatshirt. âDo you guys...do you guys really believe me?â
Janusâs lips curve into a wry smile, âPatton in all the time that I can remember, Iâve never seen you have the guts to key someoneâs car. And now youâre saying fuck? And telling me off? That's a whole lot of character development to happen without me noticing, unless it was a time loop.â
Patton giggles, just a bit. It's still weepy but it makes Virgil feel like he can breathe for the first time.Â
âDonât worry, Pat,â Virgil says, âWeâll figure this thing out.âÂ
âH-how?âÂ
Janus sighed leaning back a little, âWell we could ask Logan.â
âLogan?â Virgil echoes, âyou mean Remusâs boyfriend? You think heâs got something?â
Janus shrugs, âHe is a witch.âÂ
âA what now?â Virgil says. âSince when was he a witch! You never told me that!âÂ
Janus grins sheepishly, and rubs the back of his neck, âI forgot? I love you?â
Virgil blows a raspberry at him. âJust like how Iâm gonna forget to mention you when I find Mothman. But I love you, too.â
âIts a cruel love, this thing we have.â Janus says rather poetically and Virgil reaches over to shove his shoulder. Janus laughs sways so he falls onto Pattonâs shoulder. Patton for his part smiles, bright and blinding and it takes both their breaths away when he laughs again.
Virgil canât imagine having to redo the same day twice, much less three hundred times. He wonders vaguely if Patton has any idea how strong he is, how amazing, how inspiring he is to keep that glow inside himself despite everything.
Heâs smile fades for a moment and he perks up all of a sudden. âOh My Gosh! Loganâs a witch!â He makes a flurry of arm movements that forces Virgil to duck, âOh my gosh that means--!!â
âDeep breaths, dear,â Janus suggests, although it goes ignored.
âYesterday--like actually yesterday, your yesterday, not the last loop, Logan and Remus got into an argument over a bottle and I thought it was gatorade! Remus was trying to drink it but Logan wouldnât let him and they ended up spilling it on the floor! I helped them keep it up but I got a little bit on my hand! I didnât think too much of it but what if it was like some sort of potion?â
Janus considers it, âHmmm, its a good starting place. Letâs go ask him what it was.â He stands up and offers a hand down to Patton and Virgil each. Virgil takes it and turns back to also offer his own hand to the smaller boy.Â
âCome on, Hart, this is going to be your last loop.â Janus says.
Patton stares at their hands almost as if he was afraid to take them. He glances down at the origami frogs, at the keys, and their bags, then back up at them with an fearful expression. âYou...you promise?â
Virgil laughs, âYeah, we got you, Pat. Promise.â
Patton shakes from head to toe, but he grabs both their hands and smiles like he has hope for the first time in three hundred twelve days.
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Okay so I know how much we all love divorced moceit where they split the custody and deceit takes Virgil and Remus and Patton takes Roman and Logan
But here's a different idea!
So Virgil Knight is a very stressed single dad for his twin sons Roman and Remus. He divorced his awful wife only a few years ago and has been struggling to make the transition from stay at home dad to sole provider ever since. He realizes that until he can work from home like he wants to, he's gonna have to hire a babysitter.
Dylan Ceitful is a college senior who's trying to pay his tuition and get into law school, and for that he needs money. So he takes any job he can get, and this also means becoming a babysitter. Dylan realizes he's in big gay trouble⢠the minute Virgil opens the door but he needs the money and he can hide his emotions pretty well so this shouldn't be a problem. Virgil has a similar realization because he can't have a crush on the babysitter what is the matter with him has he gone insane???
Later that week he meets his sons' art teacher to discuss what can be done about their constant fighting in class and son of a gun it happens again. The young teacher is just so beautiful and sweet and Virgil is starting to suspect that his type is "good with kids". Meanwhile Patton Hart is sitting at his desk and thinking "don't have a crush on the hot dad don't have a crush on the hot dad don't have a crush on the hot dad don't-" but it doesn't work.
Later that evening Virgil goes home, tucks his kids to bed, and collapses on his own bed in a big pile of gay exhaustion.
Later that night, Patton and Dylan are in bed, discussing the hot dad they have a crush on like the polyamorous gay disasters they are, when they suddenly realize. They have a crush on the same gay dad. So naturally, they decide to woo him.
And that's when Virgil's ex wife shows up.
I have a lot more planned for this au so let me know if you want to see more of it.