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being a blind borrower means that patton faces a few challenges that even his fellow borrowers dont, but on the bright side, he IS always the first one to hear a human coming into a room!

of course, this doesnt help him when he goes out on a solo borrowing trip, unaware that one of the resident humans is already sprawled out silently on the couch. turns out, being grabbed is especially terrifying when only barely hear the giant hand coming towards you!

luckily, virgil apologizes for startling him and doesnt seem intent on trying to keep him captured, returning him to the counter and even offering him a snack and company if he ever wants it.

“Pat!” Virgil called, racing his way out of the house with his younger brother’s puffer jacket clutched tightly in his hands.

He’d been almost in awe of how tiny that jacket was when they’d first bought it, after all, there was no way Patton was really that small, was there? Of course, when his brother had first tried the jacket on it fit almost perfectly, giving Pat just enough length in the sleeves to pull his hands inside and flap excitedly.

Toddlers were still weirdly tiny, Virgil thought, but at least Patton seemed mostly okay.

Said toddler was now jumping around in the snow, giggling and grinning as Virgil ran up to him. “Look, look, V, I made a snow ‘gel!”

Sure enough, there was a Pat sized dent in the snow on the ground beneath them and his shirt and pants were soaked through almost entirely. Virgil screwed up his face, taking in the sight of his brother’s bright grin and trying not to think of what the aftermath of this little adventure would be for their dads.

He did feel a little bit bad because Virgil said that he could watch him and that he promised nothing would happen and it was only 10 minutes, could they please play for just a bit? Though thinking back now, maybe he should have waited.

“’s really good, Pat,” Virgil said, ruffling Patton’s hair, “I’m so proud of you.” 

Patton blinked up at him, his eyes big and round and Virgil thought he looked a little bit like a doll when he did that, like his eyes were painted on instead of properly inside his head.

“D'you wanna make a snow ‘gel, V?” Patton asked, tugging at the sleeve of Virgil’s jacket and dragging him out further into the yard to where the snow was unbroken, “Come on, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, come make a snow ‘gel w'me!”

Virgil laughed at his brother’s enthusiasm, unable to keep the smile off his face.

“I would totally make a snow angel with you but… well…”

“What?” Patton’s pout was well on its way to tears but Virgil wasn’t worried, just twisting up his face in an expression of fake reluctance.

“Mmmm, I’m not supposed to tell you.”

“Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” Patton chanted, jumping up and down in place.

“Okay, okay!” Virgil leant down so he was whispering into Patton’s ear, draping the coat around him as he did so, “Papa bought secret cookies he’s trying to hide from Daddy but he promised that if we’re good he’s gonna give us some.”

Patton gasped and Virgil stifled a giggle in response. “Really?!”

“Yeah!”

That seemed like enough to have Patton excited, jumping around in a circle echoing “cookie” over and over again. Thankfully, he’d gripped onto the coat and kept it wrapped around him, so even though he was still wet he was being protected from the cold a little bit.

“You wanna go inside and see if we can convince Papa to give us one now?” Virgil asked, interrupting Patton’s bouncing. 

If it was possible, Patton lit up even more at that, grabbing ahold of Virgil’s gloved hand and dragging him towards the door, completely unknowing and uncaring that this had been Virgil’s plan all along.

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Virgil woke to the sound of his brother’s screams, and in an instant he had bolted out of his own bed and dashed across the hall.

“Patton?” he called, opening his baby brother’s door and flicking on the light. “Patton, are you okay?” 

Patton sat on his bed, tears running down his chubby little cheeks, and Virgil’s heart rate slowed a bit as he saw that his brother was safe. 

“Nightmare?” he asked, and Patton nodded, reaching out pleadingly to Virgil. 

Virgil oblidged him, scooping Patton into his arms and cuddling him close, running a hand through his messy curls. They stayed like that until Patton’s hiccuping sobs had quieted and the flow of tears had slowed to a minor leak, and Virgil smiled down at him. 

“Feel better, bugaboo?” he asked, and Patton nodded wordlessly. 

“Am I okay to turn the light back off?” he asked, but Patton quickly shook his head. 

“N-no! Please don’t turn off the light...” He whimpered, and buried his face in Virgil’s chest, and Virgil kissed the top of his head. 

“Okay then buddy, the light stays on, I promise.”

“Please don’t leave me?” Patton asked, looking up at Virgil with wide eyes, and Virgil smiled down at him. 

“Never.” 

Warnings: Major Character Character, ghosts, talk of murder, an accusation of murder.

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Roman, Remus, Logan, and Janus.

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Patton walked through the school’s halls, feeling stares follow him and stick to the white cast wrapped around his forearm. Logan and Janus walked on either side of him and threw glares at anyone that dared lingered too long. But Patton felt their eyes on his back as they walked away.

“Did you hear what they told the police?”

“Just ignore them,” Janus hissed in Patton’s ear. Their hand was gripping Patton’s hand tightly and their words were brimming with confidence, sure that every word that they said was true. “They are mindless sheep and if they knew what we did, they’d be running through the streets in panic. Just ignore what they say.”

How could Patton possibly ignore them? When what they were accusing him was so terrible, so awful, that it made Patton want to cry?

“I heard that they claimed that Virgil didn’t actually die. They said that he was taken instead.”

Logan’s hand was like a vice on his shoulder, grounding Patton to reality, a reality that was so hard to understand lately. “They will eat their words soon enough,” he muttered, a hard steely glint in his eyes. “After we bring your brother back, he will tell them exactly what happened and they’ll see that we never lied.

Patton managed a short nod, glancing out a nearby window and looking at the old mansion that stood on the highest hill in town, looming over everything. Even as far away as Patton was, he had the feeling that he was watched. Though, it could’ve just been the hateful stares coming from the other students. Not that Patton could blame them. Virgil was such a sweetheart, it was hard not to love him.

“Taken? By who?”

“We’ll sneak back out there tonight,” Janus muttered, pausing by their locker and shoving their bag in. “We know what we’re doing this time. What to bring and what to say. It was a mistake bringing Virgil and you last time but we know that now and we know how to save him.”

“The ghosts of the Prince Brothers who used to live in that house. Now that’s rich. Even if there really were ghosts in that mansion, why would they want anything to do with the Heart Brothers?”

Patton swallowed and asked, pulling on the strings of his brother’s abandoned hoodie with his good hand, “I still don’t understand why they took him and not both of us. I mean...” He trailed off and gripped the strings tight, pressing his injured arm close to his chest. 

Logan adjusted his glasses, giving Patton a look mixed with sadness and relief. “They tried, Patton. I suspect that it hadn’t tripped back and broke that old stairs’ railing than you would’ve been taken right alongside your brother.”

“You don’t know!? Dude, Patton and Virgil’s great-great-grandfather were one of the Prince Brothers! They changed their name since them but their family used to live on that hill!”

“Oh,” Patton whispered lamely. He stared down at his cast and cringed as he remembered falling from the second floor of a mansion where he and his brother had once played and the face that had stared down at him with bright glowing red eyes. “I-I’m still surprised that the railing broke so easily. That old house has really gone downhill, hasn’t it?”

Somehow, Patton didn’t think that it was just time that had broken down his old home.

“Seriously!? Dude, that’s wild! Patton and Virgil were related to - damn! But still, why would they go for Virgil? I mean, if they’re really related to the Princes, why would they try to, I don’t know, kill them or whatever?”

Janus scowled, glaring out the window at the mansion. “It doesn’t matter how downhill it is,” they said darkly. “After we get Virgil back from them, we’re burning that fucking mansion to the ground. It should’ve been burnt to the house years ago.”

“I can agree to that,” Logan muttered. “The better solution would be burning whatever is tying them to this world but I suppose we’ll just burn the entire house instead. Hopefully, that will fix everything.”

“But what if it doesn’t,” Patton asked softly, hands shaking hard. His arm throbbed his uninjured hand gripped the injured one, trying to stop the trembles. “What if, what if whatever’s tying them here isn’t in the house? What if it just makes them angry?”

“Hell if I know, dude. Besides, does it matter? It’s not like any of this matters. Patton Heart is a dirty liar and a brother killer on top of that. This ghost bullshit is just that.”

Janus clenched their fists tightly and spat out, “Then we’ll find whatever the hell it is and burn that too. We’ll do whatever it fucking takes. I don’t care what their reasons are for trying to take you two. You’re here and it’s not up to them whether or not that continues or not.”

“But I-” Patton cut himself off, his jaw clicking with how quickly he closed his mouth.

“Well, obviously. I’m just wondering what the liar’s reasoning is for the ‘ghosts’ taking his brother. I mean, what, did Patton just say the ghosts were just trying to kill them or something?”

There was a pause where Janus and Logan stared at him. “But what Patton,” Logan asked gently. “What is it?”

Patton hesitated before saying softly, “I don’t think they wanted to kill us. The one who tried to grab me looked so scared when I fell and they were wailing and... The one with the green eyes was beaming when he grabbed Virgil was sunk into the floor. He was babbling about how he was so happy to have family back in the house and how angry he was when our Mum made our Dad move us away. I think... they just wanted their family back.”

“No. He said that the ghosts just wanted their family back.”

“Well, the ghosts can’t force you or Virgil to stay with them,” Janus said firmly. They placed their hand gently on Patton’s cast, their fingers brushing against the sling. “We got you out and tonight, we’ll get Virgil out. I promise.”

“What a weak ass excuse. Like ghosts care about their families after they die.”

Patton nodded firmly, trying to ignore how the ghosts with red eyes had called him ‘Grandson’ and pleaded with him not to leave when Patton had run away. “Right. We’ll get him back.”

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i have mixed green tea and red bull (not with the glitter but that doesnt really have a taste) and well, i hate red bull so )college makes fools of us all)

also i mean, i didnt actually put a lot of effort into making that one a genuine spell like i did for the studying pastries, since it “contains” an ingredient that doesnt actually exist and i replaced with literal cake glitter

I’ll do you one better:

Words: 1,253 Warnings: Nightmares, spooky Characters: Logan, Roman, Patton Universe: Whole Castle Genre: Found Family Fluff Additional Tags: Sleep, comfort

“You should be in bed” with Patton having a nightmare. Perhaps he tries to hide from it and either Logan or Roman have to comfort him. From Anon

  Logan was sipping his valerian tea while reading a recent study about methods to increase comprehension in classroom settings. Teaching math meant that Logan often struggled with keeping the student’s attention and engaging the class, so he tried to stay on top of the current information. Roman leaned against him, reading a romance novel and sometimes giggling airily to himself.

  The pair had already sent Virgil off to bed, much to his many objections, and the house was quiet and comfortable. A weak rain pattered against the windowpane, but there was no other sound that filled the air between the quiet jovial noises and fluttering of pages. Roman yawned widely and covered his mouth, leaning hard against Logan after a lengthy period of contented reading. He continued reading, determined to finish his chapter before bedtime. Logan had other plans, however, and leaned over to kiss Roman on the forehead.

  “I am headed to bed, darling,” Logan said softly and hugged Roman around the shoulders while he read.

  “But what if I get cold?” Roman objected to losing his wonderfully cozy source of body heat.

  “That’s what bookmarks are for. The ability to follow your spouse to bed,” Logan smirked and pulled himself off the couch with a tired grunt and a small creaking protest from his knees.

  “But he’s almost confessed his love!” Roman objected sourly, pouting up to Logan. “Just a little longer?”

  “I love you, but a consistent sleep schedule is important so I can tolerate petulant teenagers continuously,” Logan said humorously and pulled up Roman’s hand to brush a kiss against his knuckles. Roman turned pink but pushed his lower lip out at Logan nonetheless. Logan just smiled at him and went to the kitchen to rinse out his mug before heading to bed. Roman shifted over to where Logan was seated to steal his residual body warmth while he worked on finishing this chapter. He really wanted to see the confession.

  Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, the protagonist hadn’t confessed yet and Roman stubbornly stayed up for that sweet, sweet gay vindication, though he fought yawns and heavy eye-lids to continue forward. He just wanted them to kiss! The rain had settled while he pushed ahead reading, and the house was eerily silent without it. Sometimes he could even make out a particularly loud snore from Logan even though his snoring wasn’t that bad. Roman pulled his legs up for warmth and continued reading.

  A weak whining sound broke through the silence and Roman stiffened. It was a little spooky, echoing down the hall and across the living room. He wasn’t sure if his tired and over-active mind was playing tricks on him in the dark. The kiss had to be a few pages away at this point, so he persevered when he didn’t hear any further noise. He told himself he must be overtired.

  Another sniffle and a whimpering sound carried through the silent house and Roman shot upright in a panic. It was extremely spooky at first, his sleep-addled brain creating ghosts in a house they were the first owners over. Logic won over that it couldn’t possibly be a ghost, but it scared him for a completely different reason, now. One of the boys was upset. Roman quickly slid in a bookmark and got up, heading into the hall. He followed the sound to Patton’s room and creaked open the door slowly to see Patton illuminated by the night-light crying into his stuffed rabbit doll.

  “My prince,” Roman quietly cooed and Patton stiffened, looking up slowly and then quickly hiding under his covers. Roman’s heart broke a little, but he headed in any way and sat on the edge of the bed a safe distance from Patton. The last thing Roman wanted to do was spook him like Patton accidentally did to Roman with his muted cries in the middle of the night. “What’s wrong, Patton?” He asked genially, waiting patiently for an answer instead of pushing for one as he longed to while Patton hid under the sheets.

  Roman was exhausted, fully aware that was his own fault, but he knew he could get testy when he was short on sleep. He also just really wanted that gay kiss and confession he had been waiting for the entire book for and a little petty part of him wanted to pick back up the book and read while he waited so he could get to bed faster. But Roman sat there quietly, waiting for an answer that hopefully, Patton would feel well enough to give soon. Patton’s head slowly popped back out of the sheets and he looked morosely at Roman in the pale light of the room.

  “I had a nightmare. ‘m okay,” Patton muttered into his blankets, not able to meet Roman’s eyes as he finally confessed why he was awake so late. “I didn’ mean t’bother you,” He whispered.

  “No, my darling prince. You didn’t bother me. In fact, you should wake someone to help you instead of suffering alone at night. Nothing hurts my heart more than to think of you crying alone,” Roman consoled Patton softly, offering him a reassuring smile. “Did you want to talk about it?”

  “No,” Patton shook his head and drew small circles in the sheets with his fingers, balling up under a soft blanket and holding his rabbit plush tight to his chest.

  “What would you like, then? How about some warm tea and honey?” Roman offered, hampered slightly by a yawn.

  “Please don’t leave,” Patton whispered.

  “You want me to stay in here with you?” Roman furrowed his eyebrows. Patton just nodded weakly. “Where would you like me to be?” He asked, feeling a little confused. Patton was only recently capable of consistently holding hands with Roman or Logan and Roman wasn’t under the impression Patton would want anyone close to him while he was vulnerable like this. “I suppose I can sit in the chair,” He muttered quietly. Patton moved closer to the edge of the bed and looked pleadingly at Roman. “You… want me to lie down with you?” Roman asked, feeling unsure. It took Patton a moment to work up the courage, but eventually, he nodded solemnly. Roman swallowed for a moment, trying to maintain his composure. “Anything for you, sweet prince,” Roman smiled softly and kicked off his house slippers to crawl across the mattress and slip under the sheets.

  The twin bed was easily taken up by Roman, and as hard as he tried he couldn’t give Patton the amount of room he normally wanted. Patton sniffled a few times in the dark and Roman murmured a small soothing lullaby under his breath. Without being able to directly combat what was scaring Patton, helping him get back to sleep seemed like the next best thing. Patton yawned and laid back down, holding his rabbit doll tight and sometimes shooting not-so-furtive-glances Roman’s way. Little by little, Patton shifted closer to Roman until he was curled into Roman’s side and Roman had to fight to keep his relaxing tone as he quietly sang.