It Doesn't Feel Like Christmas
Hey everyone! This has been stuck in my head since Christmas day. It originally started as a short (Maybe 1000 or less fluff fic) but turned into âŠ. well quiet a bit more than that đ Hope you like it and as always feel free to comment đ I love feedback
Summary: Everyone has been busy and the holiday season snuck up on everyone, especially Virgil who feels guilty and wants to do something speical for his boyfriend
Pairings: Virgil/Patton (Moxiety) Roman/Logan (Logince)
Virgil woke up at 5 am like usual. This time though he wasnât brought back to the land of the conscious by the sound of his blaring alarm clock. Patton had made sure that had been turned off before the pair had gone to bed the night before. A shifting figure beside him made him look down at the mop of strawberry blond hair. Patton always made sure the alarms were only turned on when the alarms owner had to be up the next morning. He took a deep breath and sighed at the smell of sweet pea and magnolia, the smell had always relaxed him. He didnât know what he would do without Patton. He gently hugged the smaller figure closer to him.Â
Virgil was almost back to sleep when he heard an alarm clock break through the silence of the house. He reached over and clicked the light button for Pattonâs clock to make a soft blue light display the time. 6 am. Huh, it had to be Loganâs clock but the genius didnât have to go to work. None of them did.
Reluctantly, Virgil gently pulled away from Patton as to not wake him. Once out of bed Virgil couldnât stop the small heart palpitation as he watched Patton grab his pillow and turn over, but a smile soon followed as Patton simply snuggled into the pillow and back to a restful sleep. Virgil walked over to his desk chair where Patton had a habit of throwing Virgilâs hoody when he pulled it off in his sleep. He slipped on the, slightly ragged, article of clothing and made his way into the common area of the three-bedroom home.
As he thought, Logan was there, although slightly more disheveled than he was used to seeing the other man. He actually had on pajamas, that he was sure Roman bought him, for once. The main clue was that the pants had the Andromeda galaxy and Logan rarely bought anything that had the stars on it as it seemed nothing was ever accurate enough for him to buy on his own accord. He had on a Beauty and the Beast night shirt, that was definitely Romanâs as it was at least 2 sizes too big for him. He stood at the counter, half asleep with his hair sticking up in various places and glasses slightly askew, while he waited for the coffee to finish.
âSorry Logan, Patton turned off the alarm clocks and I forgot to set the coffee pot. Although, I didnât expect any of us to be up this early either.â Virgil said as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled out their coffee mugs. âGo ahead and sit down, Ill bring you yours as soon as itâs done.â Virgil was somewhat surprised when Logan did just that. While he waited Virgil reached for the sugar and grabbed the milk from the refrigerator as took just a few moments for the coffee machine to stop with a beep to signal it was done. Sugar and milk with a splash of coffee for him, while Loganâs was mostly coffee with just a little milk. He was careful not to spill any as he made his way to the living room where Logan sat. Logan still seemed out of it as he handed him the mug, which was understandable as he had been told multiple times of Loganâs poor sleeping habits by Roman.
Virgil sighed as he sat down next to the bespectacled man. It would be an hour or so before either Roman or Patton would wake up, so for the time being it was quiet, but peacefully so. As they both drank their coffee Virgil jarringly realized it was Christmas Eve as he took in the state of the living room. They had all been so busy with work yet Roman or Patton or both had found some time to find some vaguely Christmas colored fairy lights and string them along the edge of the ceiling. He felt somewhat sad. He knew how much both loved the holiday, probably as much as he loved Halloween. Since it was Christmas Eve there wouldnât be enough time to order anything for anyone and he doubted they would be able to find even a small tree to decorate. Virgil sighed, his anxiety had begun to build up. He didnât like it when Patton was sad or disappointed and he was almost certain he would be.
âContemplating current state of events?â Logan asked suddenly which caused Virgil to jump. Before he could say anything, Logan continued âWe have all been busy, more so than last year and the lack of decoration reflects that.â He gestured towards the general area of the room a tree would sit.
Virgil took another sip of his coffee. âYeah, something like thatâ he said as he ran his fingers along the edge of his hoodie. âI havenât had the time to get my brothers anything let alone Patton.â He reluctantly admitted.
âI donât suppose many of us have had time to find anything.â Logan began. âRoman has been booked with back to back shows between the two theaters and Re-reâ a sigh escaped both of them at the thought of the chaotic twin. âRe has been in his forge every time Roman looks for him, working on commissions for the holidays.â
âPatton has been making a lot of trips to and from the bakeryâ Virgil ran his hand through his hair. âI lost count of how many dozens of cookies and cupcakes he has made for all the shelters and homes.â a small chuckle escaped him âYou know Patton, even the animal shelters get a batch of handmade treats.â
Logan hummed in agreement. âUnless one has gathered gifts during the year, Iâm sure we all will understand if we just get to spend tomorrow together, sans boxes wrapped in colorful paper or bags and bows.â
Virgil shifted, somewhat uncomfortable at the thought that Patton may have found him something but nothing had ever caught his eye as a Christmas present for his boyfriend. Roman and Re, well they were easy. All he had to do was call Joan, they would go to the metal store for him and probably stop by one of the supermarkets and grab something Disney related for him since they knew he didnât do well in crowds.
Thatâs just what he was going to do he quickly decided.
Virgil got up from the couch and quietly made his way back to his bedroom. As he walked up to the bedside table, he was glad he had decided to put carpet in over the summer. He couldnât help but take a little time to admire Patton. It always amazed him, the contrast of a sleeping Patton vs awake Patton. He looked peaceful and not at all like once he woke up, he would be full of energy that he would practically be bouncing off the walls.
Virgil sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his phone off the charger to text Joan.
V: Hey Joan would u mind going by the stores for me and grabbing Ro and Re presents for me?
J: Whatâcha thinking?
V: Just about 10 pieces each of 15n20 and 1080 for Re, Iâll call Tyler and he can have it ready. For Ro, you no him basically anything Disney that catches ur eye. Especially anything Hercules.
J: Ah, got it! Ill get em and bring it by tonite when I come get Tals present from your place. Prewrapped ;)
Virgil let out a quiet huff. He had his brothers taken care of now, well he still had to call Tyler but for the most part it was done. He just had to wait and make sure Re was out at his forge before he called. He turned and looked at the still sleeping Patton. It took everything in him not to just lay down next to him and card his fingers through the red tipped strawberry blond hair, the slight curls already making it stick up in hilariously weird angles. A moderately loud crash, which meant Roman was awake, caught his attention. Luckily it didnât even phase Patton. He stood up with a huff, he still had to figure out what he was going to get Patton for tomorrow morning. He placed his phone in his hoodie pocket and made his way back out towards the living room. Maybe Roman could help him.
Virgil almost immediately turned around once he reached the end of the hallway. From were he stood he could clearly see the kitchen. A few eggs cracked and splattered on the tile floor while a bowl with pancake mix was tilted over on its side and mostly all over the counter with some of it on the floor. His eyes soon landed on Roman, or more accurately Romanâs mostly bare back which was only barely covered by a tank top that partially obscured the colorful tattoo located there, he wore the matching pants to the shirt he had seen Logan wearing earlier.
âI donât know how you two always end up making a mess when you flirt.â Virgil said, startling Roman enough for him to step away from the counter revealing Logan up on the quarts top, his glasses pushed up onto the top of his head.
âAh dear brother, you are just jealous.â Roman said with a confident smile as he turned and leaned back against the counter between Loganâs legs. Logan immediately leaned forward and draped himself over Romanâs shoulders, fixing his glasses in the process. âBesides you and Patton are just as guilty.â He said as he tilted his head back to look up at Logan
Virgil just rolled his eyes at the older man. âUh huh, I am so jealous that you two make a mess. Yet the mess is usually preexisting as I find it adorable when Patton is baking not simply about to start making breakfast.â He said as he gestured to the floor.
âHe is not wrong Roman. Patton is usually already covered in flour. I had yet to make any sort of mess prior to your appearance.â Logan said, smirk half hidden in Romanâs hair. The twin to pouted and tilted his head back. This caused the shorter one to laugh and give him a kiss.
Virgil shook his head before he made his way around the mess to refill his coffee. âJust clean up the mess when youâre done.â He said with a chuckle and made his way back to the living room.
âWill do bro!â he heard Roman call out.
He shook his head as he sat down on the couch. As different Ro and Re were there were still quite a few similarities between their actions that neither wanted to admit. Then it hit him, what he could do for Patton. He would wait until later when Patton would go with Logan to go see Romanâs Christmas eve performance. Heâd make him his favorite treats.
Patton was next to wake up. He padded his way into the living room as he rubbed his eyes. Virgil could tell from the look on his face when he glanced into the kitchen that Logan and Roman were either still in there making out or they had left it a mess. Either way Pattonâs face became red and he immediately dived for Virgilâs side. Virgil simply chuckled, placed his empty coffee cup down on the table and scooped Patton up. He shifted himself so that he was laying down on the couch with Pattonâs head resting on his chest and he began to run his fingers through his hair. Patton wordlessly snuggled further into Virgil, both glad to have some time to themselves.
However, the peace didnât last very long. âI am off to the forge my lovies and Merry B*%&^$mas too all and to all a good day!â Remusâs boisterous voice boomed through the house followed by the slamming of the front door.
Neither was sure if it was the loud voice or the slamming front door but both jumped. Virgil instinctively hugged Patton closer to him in an attempt to shield him from the nonexistent danger while Patton could feel Virgilâs fast heartbeat through his shirt. The taller one groaned and he placed his hand on his face. âI am not related to that one in the slightest.â Virgil sighed which caused Patton to giggle. Virgil waited a few moments to ensure Remus hadnât forgotten anything before he reached into his pocket to get his phone to call Tyler.
âYouâre such a thoughtful little brother.â Patton said as he reached under the hoodie once Virgil hung up the call. A large smile spread across his face at the deep red blush that appeared on Virgilâs pale skin. He loved it when his boyfriend became a blushing, cuddly mess.
âI-i just know how much he enjoys making things, though how someone that is a-all over the place like that ended up taking up blacksmithing which requires quite a bit of con-concentration.â Virgil slightly stammered.
âItâs simple my dear brother. I am the prince and he is the pauper that wants to be close to the palace, so he makes all the royal guards gear from armor to swords.â Roman appeared leaning over the couch looking at the two. Now both of them were red in the face with embarrassment at the position they were in.
âRoman that makes no sense whatsoever, that is not even how the story went, the pauper was not conically a black smith by trade. Also, you two are in fact related unlike the two boys in the book.â Logan made his presence known.
âDetails, details my adorable calculator watch.â Roman said as he swept Logan up in his arms.
âDid you clean up the kitchen yet?â Patton asked as he struggled to keep from laughing as the two nearly ran to the kitchen.
The day went by rather lazily as no work needed to be done. Both Virgil and Patton enjoyed laying on the couch, the tv had been turned on at some point. Roman and Logan had joined them not long after they ran back to the kitchen, this time the pancakes had actually been made. They brought Virgil and Patton a plate and the four of them ate, bickering between Roman and Virgil being the main form of entertainment. 2 pm finally came, simultaneously too soon and not soon enough for Virgil. The three left and Vigil got to work.
He couldnât remember exactly which was Pattonâs favorite but luckily, he had enough ingredients to make both, since Patton kept the pantry stocked almost as if the home was a medium volume bakery. Which as much as Patton experimented it probably could be.
After looking through every drawer and every cabinet Virgil was able to gather most of the ingredients he needed. âLetâs see. Sugar, salt, vanilla, flour, chocolate chips, powdered sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, oil, water, milk. What am I missing?â Virgil asked himself as he looked over the items he had scattered across the counter. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the large butter dish. Of course! Patton always had room temperature butter for when he did his baking, Virgil had to stop himself from smacking himself in the head.
Virgil got to work making the cookies. It was a tedious process. He started out with the filling by mixing powdered sugar and soft cream cheese. He made the first batch of dough and portioned them out. He broke the portions in half as equally as possible before he rolled them out, placed some of the filling on one before he placed the other half on top, sealed the edges of the stuffed cookies and placed them on a sheet before storing them in the refrigerator they had out in the garage.
He returned to the kitchen, mixed together a small bowl of equal parts cinnamon and sugar, and turned the oven to preheat for the next set of cookies. He began mixing the butter and sugar, some of it went flying out as he turned on the mixer. He hoped that enough stayed in the bowl as he added the vanilla and water. Having learned his lesson, he turned the mixer down low as he added in the flour. Unfortunately, when the light ingredient hit the bowl it looked like a cloud with some landing in his hair. Virgil silently cursed under his breath. No wonder Patton always ended up covered in flour or something else when he baked.
The oven beeped, an indication that the over was up to temperature. Virgil quickly tore the chocolate chip bag open, sending about a third of the bag flying in the process. He poured the rest of the chips into the dough, shakily he mixed it up and portioned them out before putting them on a sheet and in the oven.
As he waited for the cookies to bake Virgil set to cleaning the giant mess he made in the kitchen. He had just barely finished when the timer beeped. âUgh how does Patton do this? I havenât even gotten the powdered sugar out yet.â Virgil said as his anxiety began to increase. He took a deep breath, grabbed the potholders and took the cookies out of the oven. He carefully lowered the ovens temperature for the first batch of cookies before he turned around and grabbed a large shallow bowl, cooling rack and the bag of powdered sugar.
With shaky hands Virgil re-opened the powdered sugar, which of course had to explode out of the bag and dust the previously clean stone countertop, then poured some into the shallow bowl. He groaned; this was just impossible. Quickly, so not to burn his fingers, Virgil picked up a few of the cookies and rolled them in the powdered sugar before placing them on the cooling rack. Once he was done with that batch of cookies Virgil went to the garage for the first batch of cookies. He took each cookie and rolled them in the cinnamon sugar he made earlier before he placed them back on the sheet and slid it into the cooler oven.
As he set to work once again cleaning the kitchen, he didnât hear the garage door open. âVirge?â Pattonâs voice made Virgil stand ramrod straight. âNo Patton canât be home alreadyâ Virgil thought. A hand on his shoulder and the timer going off simultaneously, made Virgil jump almost out of his skin.
âPat? Babe what are you doing here?â Virgil asked practically losing control of his breathing as he quickly spun around and pulled the last batch of cookies and set them on top of the counter before he turned the oven off. He didnât want to burn the cookies, after all they were for Patton. He knew he couldnât hide what they were from him but that didnât stop him from trying to block Pattonâs view of them.
Patton simply giggled and pulled Virgil away from the hot appliance. âWell Remus showed up with you know who. Once the performance was over the four of them wanted to go and get something to eat to celebrate a wonderful performance.â Patton reached up and to shake the mixture of flour and powdered sugar from Virgilâs hair. âI took Romanâs car while they all piled in Remusâ I knew you had already been alone for a while. Also, I was hoping to get some alone time with you.â Patton said with a rare, somewhat smug, look before he pushed the taller one up against the wooded cabinets and cool stone counter before he pulled Virgil down for a kiss.
Virgil almost, almost, whined when the other pulled away. He couldnât help the blush that spread across his face, neither of them was particularly forward when it came to affection, but Virgil couldnât help how much he liked it when Patton would become bolder when the two of them were alone.
âWhat are you up to Virge? I come home and you look like an absolute ghost with all the flour and powdered sugar on you.â Patton smiled as he rubbed Virgilâs cheek that was also smudged with powdered sugar.
âWell, I um â I hadnât been able to find you anything for Christmas tomorrow, so I thought.â Virgil said as he glanced over at the sheet full of cookies. âI thought I would make you some of your favorites, but it seems that I canât do any of it right.â Virgil sighed as he ran his thumbs along Pattons hips. âI couldnât hide them from you, and I donât think I did it right. The first batch doesnât look right and this one looks under done.â
Patton couldnât stop the laugh that bubbled up, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. âOh Virge.â He started as he pulled back to peak around him. âSilly you did just fine.â
âBabe those donât look anything like yours and the ones I just pulled out look like theyâd fall apart as soon as you picked them up.â Virgil protested as the other pulled away slightly. âPat? You ok? Your hand was kind of cold.â Virgil said as he reached up and grabbed one of Pattonâs still chilled hands.
Patton quickly intertwined his fingers with Virgilâs and stuck their hands in the hoodie pocket so he could steal some of the warmth the oversize hoodie provided. âIâm fine Virgil, it was just cold outside and I forgot my gloves.â He said as he buried his face in his boyfriendâs chest. âYou did great, the first ones just need another coat of powdered sugar and the others just need a few minutes to firm up as they cool down. You did just fine.â Patton said as he used his other hand and once again pulled Vigil down for a comforting kiss. Patton was always mesmerized how his lips were always so soft. Patton pulled back slightly âWhat made you do this?â Patton asked softly, afraid to break the moment.
Virgil leaned down so their foreheads touched. âI didnât want you to be disappointed if it doesnât feel like Christmas tomorrow.â Virgil practically whispered.
âHow could I possibly be disappointed when Iâm with you, everyday feels like Christmas.â Patton said. At his words it felt like a wave washed over Virgil. He leaned down and tenderly kissed the shorter one. Tomorrow would certainly feel like Christmas even if it was just filled with fairy lights and cookies.Â
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