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Wait, if Sir Virgilius has been cured (even if he's lost feeling in his legs) does that mean they could unfuse and dance one more time? (Even if it meant Sir Romano had to carry the other but that makes it so much sweeter)
well, sir virgilius is actually paralyzed from the waist down, but yes! they can unfuse and dance! romano will maneuver virgilius into his arms so that his legs are wrapped around his waist and theyâll slow dance and waltz around the room. virgilius has always loved romano, but he really loves him for this.Â
an update on chapter eleven of lovely dark and deep
we went from 0 words to 5600 words today, and i'm almost halfway done with rhe chapter, so i hope people are prepared for a Significant Installment bc i wouldn't be surprised if this chapter breaks 10k
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DISCLAIMER: i have never seen supernatural. i will never watch supernatural because i have the horror tolerance of a wet breadcrumb. all that i know about this show and its finale i have gleaned via osmosis from tumblr, reposted tumblr posts, and my friend @barbarianbillyhargrove ranting about the terrible ending to me. ten bucks says itâs still better than the actual ending. here we go boys saddle upÂ
after castielâs confession to a wooden dean and subsequent drag down to super mega uber hell or wherever he went, sam yeets dean into the passenger seat and they go on a drive bc he knows his brother needs to Process what just happened. they drive around aimlessly for a while and stop in the middle of nowhere. maybe a nice fieldÂ
sam: are you okay?Â
dean: . . . he really loved me, didnât he sammy?
sam: i think he did yeah
dean: i didnât know he could do thatÂ
sam: me either, man. shitâs weird.
dean: . . .Â
sam: dean?
dean: we have some work to do
the next few episodes look like typical monster-of-the-week shenanigans, except you keep getting glimpses of little side quests and shit, like dean and sam randomly acquiring and researching a ton of arcane magical nonsense and not mentioning what itâs for at all
the dawn of the final episode: dean and sam open a portal to super uber mega hell. sam stays on earth to defend the portal and keep it open while dean heads in to find castiel, break him out, and drag him towards the entrance. whatever deity is lording over castiel tries to stop them. dean shoots it point-blank in the face with a winchester handgun loaded with an extra deadly bullet. he takes out its eye and drags castiel out of hell (nice throwback to castiel saving dean at some point i believe).
in the process of saving castiel from super mega uber hell, he loses his grace/angelic nature. by the time dean and castiel make back to sam, castiel uses up the last of his grace to seal off the portal permanently.Â
dean: shit, cas, i - iâm sorry. you lost your grace, you - you lost it all.Â
castiel: dean, itâs okay.
dean: how is it okay?! we went through all this trouble to save you and we couldnât even do it right! you lost everything!
castiel: not everything, dean
castiel steps forward and puts a hand on deanâs face. dean closes his eyes and subconsciously leans into the touch
castiel: i may be human now, but my mind - my heart - are still the same as they ever were. i still know you. i still -
dean cuts him off with a kiss. sam reins in his brotherly teasing in this moment. does he take a picture for blackmail purposes? of courseÂ
cut to a montage of cas, dean, and sam travelling around the country and fighting monsters. we see samâs wife (more than a faceless blur!) and her children; we see sam as a lawyer; we see dean and casâs wedding, we see them settling down in their old age to run a car repair shop.
dean is in bed. he is old. he does not look like he is wearing a spirit halloween costume. he closes his eyes. when he opens them, he is in a field. sam is standing there; it is implied that sam died first. sam and dean hug tightly. bobby (is that his name?) shows up and explains the new rules of heaven (which exist now apparently)
dean: wait, whereâs -
the impala drives up from the distance. cas steps out of the driverâs seat.Â
castiel: this must be heaven, youâre letting me drive
sam: can you all not be gross for five fucking minutesÂ
they get in the car with bobby and sam in the back. castiel manages to wrestle the keys from dean. bobby points them in the direction of the little house where samâs family is waiting. they drive off into the sunset. carry on my wayward son plays over the credits
hit the road, winston (and donât you come back no more)
summary: what if winston had decided that logan needed physical correction when he was kicked out? what if patton and virgil finally got to go apeshit? what if they tore winston the new one he deserved?
(OR: an alternate version of chapter seventeen of @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors fic "chipped tea sets" where patton gets to deck winston and tell him what a little bitch boy he is)
A/N: this is a gift for the amazing wonderful lovely spectacular @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors and ly absolutely spectacular fic "chipped tea sets"!! there is a scene in chapter seventeen where logan kicks his abusive father out of the house and i reread it recently and thought "what if patton got to hit him?" and thus, this was born
WC: ~2100
CW: implied/referenced child abuse, verbal abuse from a father, attempted assault, blood mentions
read it on ao3!!
âYou do not have to say yes.â
Logan holds Pattonâs hands between his own, rubbing his thumb along his wrist. Patton loves touching Logan, loves providing him with the comfort that he needs, but every time Logan holds him like this his heart breaks a little. Logan holds him as though heâs holding back - even at his tightest, his grip is impossibly gentle. He holds Patton as though he wants Patton to know that he has the option to leave whenever he wants.
As though Patton would ever want to leave him.
âHoney,â Patton starts.
âI understand that it is an unpleasant task, although necessary, and I cannot predict or control how he will react. But it needs to be done, and I will do it.â Loganâs face flashes anger briefly before shuttering back to controlled concern.
(Another reason added onto the long, long list of reasons that Patton despises the Fitzroys: the fact that Logan feels his emotions are something to repress and hide and ignore, instead of something to share and process and feel to their fullest extent.)
âLogan, sweetheart, of course I wonât make you face it alone.â
Logan blinks in confusion. âBut - he has never hurt you directly -â
âThat man hurts me every single time I see the way he mistreats you and your siblings,â Patton says, squeezing Loganâs hands tightly. âHe hurts me every single time you feel the need to hide from me because youâre worried about my reactions. He hurts me every single time I see the unholy amount of pressure you put on yourself to be perfect so that he wonât hurt anyone else. I love you, Logan. Let me help you.â
Loganâs eyes are suspiciously shiny, and Patton pulls his hands away from Loganâs long enough to open his arms. Logan shifts, hesitant, before pushing fully into Pattonâs lap and burying his face in the curve of his neck. Patton strokes his back and cards his fingers through his hair and holds Logan like he can squeeze all of Winston and Josephinaâs bullshit out if he tries hard enough.
Finally, when Loganâs shuddering sobs quiet down to the occasional hitching breath, Patton leans back to look into his watery, bloodshot eyes.
âI want to be there,â he says. âI want to help you, Lo, and you know that the others want to help you, too. Let us help you, okay?â
Logan nods, shoving his glasses out of the way to scrub at his eyes.
âDo you want a kiss, honey?â
Logan blushes, staring at the wall behind Pattonâs left ear as he nods. Patton moves one hand from its current position braced against Loganâs thigh to cradle his jaw and pull him in.
Logan is so close to having both of his abusers out of his life, and Patton will do everything in his power to make that happen.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
In hindsight, Patton thinks that he should have expected this, if only because the one thing he can rely on when it comes to the elder Fitzroys is that they will always pick the worst option.
Winston is angry, as they knew he would be. Loganâs hand trembles slightly at his side, curled so tightly into a fist that Patton worries heâll draw blood, but otherwise he maintains perfect composure. (Ironically, Patton thinks, Josephina and Winston are the ones who drilled this composure into Loganâs brain, so thereâs no reason for Winston to seem so pissed off about Loganâs outwardly unflappable appearance.)
(Then again, the elder Fitzroys have never made any sense to Patton.)
âYou,â Winston says, body vibrating in fury. âYou pathetic, worthless, ungrateful little whelp of a boy. You have the nerve to stand here, in front of the only living parent you have left, and tell me off? As though you have any authority? As though you have any right to speak to me?â
âI am the Lord of Kenningport,â Logan says. âI inherited my position from the Lady of Kenningport. I did not inherit my position from you. Any power you may have had previously, you had because Mother granted it to you. I am revoking that power, as is my right, and you do not get to tell me anything anymore.â
Winston screams, wordless and full of fury, and launches himself at Logan.
The world moves in slow motion.
Patton takes in the entire scene at once - Winston, arm drawn back to slap Logan. Logan, bracing his whole body for impact, not even moving out of the way. Roman and Remus, flinching away from their fatherâs violent wrath. Janus, entire body tensing as he clutches Remusâs arm so tightly his knuckles are bone white. He looks at Virgil, making eye contact, and something unspoken passes between them.
The world speeds up again.
Virgil gathers the twins and Janus in one broad, sweeping arm motion and shoves them all behind him. Patton steps in front of Logan, who immediately begins to protest, and snaps his hand up at the exact right moment to catch Winstonâs wrist.
âLet go of me!â Winston seethes. âThis does not concern you!â
âYou are attempting to physically assault my husband,â Patton says, tightening his grip and feeling a vindictive surge when Winston winces. âIt absolutely concerns me.â
âThis is a family affair!â
âAgain,â Patton says, âLogan is my husband. Ergo, his family is my family, however unfortunate it is to be even remotely related to you.â
Winston yanks against Pattonâs grip, trying to free himself, but Patton just tightens his grip and digs his heels into the carpet. âI do more manual labor in three hours than youâve ever done in your entire life, Winston. You arenât going anywhere.â Winston goes absolutely apoplectic at the use of his name.
âYou will refer to me as the Lord of Kenningport!â
âThe Lord of Kenningport is behind me, Winston, and you just attempted to assault him.â An idea pings in Pattonâs head. âHey, Virgil?â
âYeah, Pat?â
âDo you think we could list âassaulting the Lord of Kenningportâ as a reason to kick Winny-boy here out of the manor?â
âEven better,â Virgil says. âI think we could get him arrested for it.â
âHow dare you?!â Winston screeches. âThat is a child! The only reason he is play-acting as the Lord of Kenningport is that -â
What Winstonâs reason is, they never find out. Patton drops Winstonâs wrist, letting the momentum of his frantic tugging carry him to the floor. When he recovers, he screams in wordless fury and launches himself at Patton. Logan tugs frantically on his shirt, trying to get him to back down, but Patton stands his ground.
Winston pulls his hand back. Patton takes a deep breath, curls his hand the way his mother taught him, and punches Winston squarely in the face, knocking him flat on his ass with a resounding CRACK.
Winston screams, both hands flying up to stem the red flowing from his nose. âYou - you struck me!â
âNo, I punched you,â Patton says, shaking his hand out. âItâs something I should have done a long time ago.â
âHow dare you -â
âWell, gee, Winny, I sure donât know!â Patton drawls, leaning fully into what Winston and Josephina always called his âpeasantâ accent just for the pleasure of seeing Winston flinch in pain when he tries to scowl. âHow dare you assault and abuse your children their entire lives and expect them to show you any respect at all?! Youâve gotten away with this for so long because you had your wife and her reputation to protect you, but guess what?â Patton crouches down, leaning in so that Winston has no choice but to lean back.
âJosephina isnât here to protect you anymore.â
âThere will be repercussions -â
Patton laughs. âThere are more repercussions for accidentally dropping a bag of flour than there are for me punching you.â He grips Winstonâs shirt, yanking him forward sharply, and drops his voice to just above a whisper.
âWhat -â
âYou are going to gather whatever belongings you can scrounge together. You are going to load them into the shittiest carriage on your estate - which, might I add, is still worth at least three yearsâ rent in your city. You are going to leave this mansion, and you are never going to come back. Because if you do - if I ever see you around here again, if I hear so much as a whisper of you plotting something against your children - I will find you, and I will break more than your nose. Do you understand?â
âI . . . understand,â Winston grits. Patton drops him, stands up, and stands shoulder to shoulder with Virgil in front of the Fitzroys and Janus. Winston stands, still cradling his nose, and glares at Logan.
âYou will pay for this. All of you, you will -â
Patton takes one step forward, and Winston flees the room with a whimper. âAnd stay out!â Virgil snaps, pumping his fist. Patton crosses the room and slams the door shut, locking it, before turning around to see Logan dropping to his knees.
âLogan! Baby, talk to me, please,â he says, kneeling in front of his husband and pulling him into his lap. Itâs not the easiest thing to manage, given how tall Logan is, but Patton is nothing if not determined. âAre you okay?â
âHe - h-heâs really gone,â Logan says, voice the faintest whisper. âHe is - he is leaving, and he will not - he will never come back?â
âHe can try,â Virgil mutters. âPattonâs not the only one who wants to punch that asshole out.â
Logan looks up at Patton like a flower turning towards the sun. âYou - you struck him? You kept him from striking me?â
âOh, honey, of course I did,â Patton says. âNo parent should ever strike their child. I wish I could have done it sooner, I wish I could go back in time and make sure neither of your parents ever hit you. Any of you,â he adds, looking around Logan to make eye contact with the shaken twins. âBut Iâm here now, and I will never let anyone else do that to you. Or you, Janus.â
âWhat Pat said,â Virgil adds. âIf anyone tries to say anything to you guys, let me know. Itâs my turn to punch out the asshole - I only need to punch one more and I get free drinks for a year.â
Remus laughs, and Logan leans in to hug Patton so tightly that he shakes. Patton holds him back just as tightly, exhaling as he rubs Loganâs back.
Itâs going to be okay. Heâll make sure of it.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
âPatton?â
Patton blinks, grumbles sleepily, and reaches across the bed. He canât see anything in the dark, especially without his glasses, so he feels across the unnaturally smooth sheets until his fingertips brush skin. Logan shivers slightly and slips across the bed, slotting himself around Patton.
âWâs wrong, honey?â
âI . . . I wanted to - I needed to - I just - I -â
Logan makes a strangled sound of frustration, and Patton wakes up a little more. âTake your time, sweetheart. Take a deep breath. Iâm not goinâ anywhere, and Iâm not gonna judge you for whatever you say.â
Logan presses his face into Pattonâs hair, gripping his sleep shirt. âI . . . thank you.â
âWhat for, honey?â
âFor standing up to my fa - to that man,â Logan whispers. âFor protecting me from his physical assault. For sticking with me, even though you did not know what you were signing up for.â
âI knew exactly what I was signing up for,â Patton says. âI signed up for Logan Fitzroy, my wonderful -â
He kisses Loganâs forehead.
âIntelligent -â
He kisses Loganâs cheek.
âAmazing -â
He kisses Loganâs nose.
âSoulmate,â he finishes, pressing his mouth against Loganâs. âYour parents are shitty, but that has no bearing on how I feel about you. I wish I could have stood up for you sooner, but I meant what I told Winston earlier. Youâre my family, you and Roman and Remus and Virgil and Janus, and I love you.â
Logan sniffles a little, and Patton lifts one hand off Loganâs side to touch his face. âI love you,â he repeats, soft and sure. âI love you, Logan Fitzroy, and your stupid parents canât change that. They never could, and they never will.â
âI love you,â Logan says, pressing himself closer to Patton. Patton exhales softly, nuzzling into Loganâs neck, and slowly drifts off with his husband wrapped around him.
Everything is going to be okay, he thinks. Everything is going to be just fine.