#tera-91

Word count: 558

Warnings: Scars, implied injury, Physiognomy (let me know if there is anything that I need to add)

Disclaimer: description of injury/symptoms may not be completely accurate to how they would be in real life

Virgil sighed as he looked out the window.

The blazing sun lit up the yard with such intensity it made his eyes water. It was barely April, and the sun made every effort to make everyone feel like they had been shoved into an oven.

He hated this time of year. Fall was a whole half a year away. The sweet relief of the cool crisp air. The comforting smells of cinnamon, fir, and bergamot just barely a memory that tickled his nose. If Virgil could, he would move to somewhere that felt like fall all year long.

Already he missed the ability to go out with Patton to the park and sit on the bench for hours. To hang out on the patio of the local coffee shop with Roman as he practically bounced around the area, more showing than telling, Virgil of the latest performance. To walk with Logan as he walked the many trails leading through the maze of the national park where he conducted his research, studying the local fauna populations.

Leaving his home during this time of year was taxing on Virgil. In more ways than just one.

The stares he would get from people, even some of the younger kids would rather loudly ask their parents why he had on the jacket and gloves. The whispers from the moms who, not so subtly pulled their kids closer to them. He wasn’t naive, he knew it was more than just the clothes but at least that is what the kids would notice first.

The unbearable heat limited the time he could spend outdoors. It didn’t take long for him to break out in a sweat. His face to become nearly beet red and visible even with the rather thick layer of sunscreen he has to put on to be able to leave his house this time of year. More than once he has passed out from the heat.

Virgil groaned as he looked away from the window. He had passed out from the heat once with Patton and Logan. He felt terrible about that. It had scared Patton so bad. At least Logan was there, he was the more level headed of the bespectacled duo. Plus, he was required to have some basic medical training due to his job. He knew what to do.

The two had gotten Virgil inside and in the back area of Logans research facility. Virgil vaguely remembered Logan telling Patton where to find water and some kind of cloth. Logan had helped Virgil take off the hoodie and brought him a small portable fan to help cool him down. Patton returned with the water and Virgil took small sips until the color returned to normal on his face.

He didn’t mind being without his jacket in front of them. They never stared. Not like other people did at his right side.

Virgil ran his fingers over the lightly raised scars on his right forearm. They looked much better than they did four years ago. Yet he could still feel the searing heat that caused them in the first place.

It was certainly more comfortable in the Fall and Winter to wear his hoodies. His skin tone evened out from the less intense sunlight. He was less anxious during those seasons.

He felt normal again.

Summary: Patton meets a familiar stranger 

Pairing: Moxiety if you squint 

Warnings: hints of homelessness, amnesia 

word count: 1842

Patton stared into the window. The warm, orange light illuminated the gray, slush covered metal stairs under his thick boots. His breath, visible in the bitter cold air, had begun to fog up the glass. He should feel weird, scared, perhaps even concerned. Afterall here he was sitting on a cold, wet, fire escape with his back against the brick wall outside the window of the apartment of a virtual stranger. 

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 …. well quiet a bit more than that 😂 Hope you like it and as always feel free to comment 💜 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)

Word count: 3780

Virgil woke up at 5 am like usual. This time though he wasn’t 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 didn’t know what he would do without Patton. He gently hugged the smaller figure closer to him. 

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 Patton’s clock to make a soft blue light display the time. 6 am. Huh, it had to be Logan’s clock but the genius didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 Virgil’s 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 Roman’s 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.

“Sorry Logan, Patton turned off the alarm clocks and I forgot to set the coffee pot. Although, I didn’t expect any of us to be up this early either.” Virgil said as he reached up into the cabinet and pulled out their coffee mugs. “Go ahead and sit down, Ill bring you yours as soon as it’s done.” 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 Logan’s 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 Logan’s 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t like it when Patton was sad or disappointed and he was almost certain he would be.

“Contemplating current state of events?” Logan asked suddenly which caused Virgil to jump. Before he could say anything, Logan continued “We have all been busy, more so than last year and the lack of decoration reflects that.” He gestured towards the general area of the room a tree would sit.

Virgil took another sip of his coffee. “Yeah, something like that” he said as he ran his fingers along the edge of his hoodie. “I haven’t had the time to get my brothers anything let alone Patton.” He reluctantly admitted.

“I don’t suppose many of us have had time to find anything.” Logan began. “Roman has been booked with back to back shows between the two theaters and Re-re” a sigh escaped both of them at the thought of the chaotic twin. “Re has been in his forge every time Roman looks for him, working on commissions for the holidays.”

“Patton has been making a lot of trips to and from the bakery” Virgil ran his hand through his hair. “I lost count of how many dozens of cookies and cupcakes he has made for all the shelters and homes.” a small chuckle escaped him “You know Patton, even the animal shelters get a batch of handmade treats.”

Logan hummed in agreement. “Unless one has gathered gifts during the year, I’m sure we all will understand if we just get to spend tomorrow together, sans boxes wrapped in colorful paper or bags and bows.”

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 didn’t do well in crowds.

That’s 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 couldn’t 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: What’cha thinking? V: Just about 10 pieces each of 15n20 and 1080 for Re, I’ll 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 ;)

V: Thanks Joan

J: NP V!

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 didn’t 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 Roman’s 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.

“I don’t know how you two always end up making a mess when you flirt.” 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.

“Ah dear brother, you are just jealous.” Roman said with a confident smile as he turned and leaned back against the counter between Logan’s legs. Logan immediately leaned forward and draped himself over Roman’s shoulders, fixing his glasses in the process. “Besides you and Patton are just as guilty.” He said as he tilted his head back to look up at Logan

Virgil just rolled his eyes at the older man. “Uh 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.” He said as he gestured to the floor.

“He is not wrong Roman. Patton is usually already covered in flour. I had yet to make any sort of mess prior to your appearance.” Logan said, smirk half hidden in Roman’s 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. “Just clean up the mess when you’re done.” He said with a chuckle and made his way back to the living room.

“Will do bro!” 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 Roman’s Christmas eve performance. He’d 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 Patton’s face became red and he immediately dived for Virgil’s 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 Patton’s 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 didn’t last very long. “I am off to the forge my lovies and Merry B*%&^$mas too all and to all a good day!” Remus’s 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 Virgil’s fast heartbeat through his shirt. The taller one groaned and he placed his hand on his face. “I am not related to that one in the slightest.” Virgil sighed which caused Patton to giggle. Virgil waited a few moments to ensure Remus hadn’t forgotten anything before he reached into his pocket to get his phone to call Tyler.

“You’re such a thoughtful little brother.” 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 Virgil’s pale skin. He loved it when his boyfriend became a blushing, cuddly mess.

“I-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.” Virgil slightly stammered.

“It’s 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.” 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.

“Roman 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.” Logan made his presence known.

“Details, details my adorable calculator watch.” Roman said as he swept Logan up in his arms.

“Did you clean up the kitchen yet?” 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 couldn’t remember exactly which was Patton’s 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. “Let’s see. Sugar, salt, vanilla, flour, chocolate chips, powdered sugar, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, oil, water, milk. What am I missing?” 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. “Ugh how does Patton do this? I haven’t even gotten the powdered sugar out yet.” 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 didn’t hear the garage door open. “Virge?” Patton’s voice made Virgil stand ramrod straight. ‘No Patton can’t be home already’ Virgil thought. A hand on his shoulder and the timer going off simultaneously, made Virgil jump almost out of his skin.

“Pat? Babe what are you doing here?” 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 didn’t want to burn the cookies, after all they were for Patton. He knew he couldn’t hide what they were from him but that didn’t stop him from trying to block Patton’s view of them.

Patton simply giggled and pulled Virgil away from the hot appliance. “Well 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.” Patton reached up and to shake the mixture of flour and powdered sugar from Virgil’s hair. “I took Roman’s car while they all piled in Remus’ I knew you had already been alone for a while. Also, I was hoping to get some alone time with you.” 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 couldn’t help the blush that spread across his face, neither of them was particularly forward when it came to affection, but Virgil couldn’t help how much he liked it when Patton would become bolder when the two of them were alone.

“What are you up to Virge? I come home and you look like an absolute ghost with all the flour and powdered sugar on you.” Patton smiled as he rubbed Virgil’s cheek that was also smudged with powdered sugar.

“Well, I um – I hadn’t been able to find you anything for Christmas tomorrow, so I thought.” Virgil said as he glanced over at the sheet full of cookies. “I thought I would make you some of your favorites, but it seems that I can’t do any of it right.” Virgil sighed as he ran his thumbs along Pattons hips. “I couldn’t hide them from you, and I don’t think I did it right. The first batch doesn’t look right and this one looks under done.”

Patton couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Oh Virge.” He started as he pulled back to peak around him. “Silly you did just fine.”

“Babe those don’t look anything like yours and the ones I just pulled out look like they’d fall apart as soon as you picked them up.” Virgil protested as the other pulled away slightly. “Pat? You ok? Your hand was kind of cold.” Virgil said as he reached up and grabbed one of Patton’s still chilled hands.

Patton quickly intertwined his fingers with Virgil’s and stuck their hands in the hoodie pocket so he could steal some of the warmth the oversize hoodie provided. “I’m fine Virgil, it was just cold outside and I forgot my gloves.” He said as he buried his face in his boyfriend’s chest. “You 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.” 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 “What made you do this?” Patton asked softly, afraid to break the moment.

Virgil leaned down so their foreheads touched. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t feel like Christmas tomorrow.” Virgil practically whispered.

“How could I possibly be disappointed when I’m with you, everyday feels like Christmas.” 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. 

Summary: Roman gets a new job at a small café and meets people he didn't know he needed.

Paring: Maybe

Warnings eventually: Food, diabetes, knives 

Word count: 789

Part 1

             Roman was a recent hire of the Mind Palace. At first, he was a little insecure. He essentially only found the cute café thanks to his cousin Remy, who thankfully was willing to help him find a job, but as he stepped in on his first day those jitters completely melted away. Don’t get him wrong the owner, Thomas, was really nice when he went in for the interview and he was looking forward to working here, but it was still his first day.

             The atmosphere was somehow warmer, and more chaotic, than when he was there last. Then again, the café was actually in full swing this time instead of right as it was opening. “Hi! my name is Patton! Are you by yourself today?” A welcomingly chipper voice pulled Roman’s focus away from the various knick-knacks the place held. Wow the place sure lived up to its name, it had so many small details that Roman could get swept away in. He looked down at the cinnamon haired co-worker, he had a coworker wow that was a weird concept, and bowed at the waist.

             “Ah, I apologize my dear Patton as I am not a patron, but I am here for my first day. My name is Roman Royal perhaps Thomas might have mentioned my arrival?” Roman asked in his theater voice which luckily hid his still present, but dwindling, nervousness.

             Patton’s face scrunched in cute confusion until Roman could practically see the lightbulb manifest itself about the shorter one’s head. “Oh yes I remember it now, Thomas said something about a new person briefly before Joan barged in. I’m sorry about that lets go get you your shirt it’s back in the office.”

             Roman followed Patton down a short hallway towards a different office than Roman had been in previously. Patton opened the door to reveal a man that could have been Patton’s brother they looked very much alike. They both wore the same glasses frame and had similar facial features. However, they were distinctly different, while Patton was very bubbly and open he was a rather strict looking man. He sat behind the desk wearing a mostly solid button-up shirt with a tie that had subtle embroidery. “Patton, I do believe we have patrons in the café right now shouldn’t you be attending to their needs? Or is there a problem that needs a swift solution?” The man asked without looking up from the computer monitor. Roman was slightly amused and intimidated by his matter-of-fact demeanor.  

             “Yes and yes.” Patton said very upbeat and was practically bouncing on his toes. The man finally looked up from the screen at Patton agreeing that there was a problem. Roman practically wilted in his gaze, enough so that he took a very minor step to the right to be slightly behind Patton. Patton gently put a hand on the small of Roman’s back and pushed him towards Logan. “This kiddo needs a shirt so he can help me with the guests!”

             “Ah” Logan said as he pushed his glasses up before he stood up. Roman was slightly surprised at the height of the man, he must have been close to six and a half feet tall. “Very well, I will take care of it Patton. Please go back to our guests and he will rejoin you shortly.” He said as he turned his back.

             Patton seemed satisfied with the answer and bounded off with a quick reassuring smile to Roman. “Thomas told me of your impending arrival, however he failed to inform me of what size shirt you would require. I made a calculated guess from how Thomas described you. It was mostly accurate.” He said as he reached into a filing cabinet drawer and pulled out red shirt that had the Café’s logo on the back between the shoulders and his name embroidered across the left side of the chest. It was identical to Patton’s except the color. “Most establishments would wait for a predetermined amount of time to ensure the individual is worth the expense of personalization.” Logan said in a deadpan voice as he sat back down behind the desk with his elbows propped on it and chin resting on folded hands. Roman visibly shrunk as Logan looked him over but kept a firm grip on the shirt. “From what I have gathered from Thomas he believes there is no such concern. Please change and rejoin Patton with the guests.” Logan said as he returned his full attention to his computer. Roman made his way out the door of the office with a slight fault in his step. He went to turn around when he heard Logan’s voice once again “Second door on your left.” 

Hey everyone! Today I decided to try something new. I listened to Sleeping In by All Time Low, multiple times I’m in love with the new album and just wrote something that came to mind while listening to it. I hope you like it! I would love feed back and maybe I can do this again with other songs

Word Count:1065

Warnings: Swearing (I’ve censored just in case), suggestive description, annoying roommates, College dorms (full disclosure I never lived in the dorms so I don't know if anything like this occurs) 

Pairing: Receit/Trashnoodle (Sal is Deceit), Hints of possible prinxiety 

Music blasted through Virgil’s tiny dorm room. With a groan Virgil rolled over to see his ex-crush. Or more accurately his roommate’s current boyfriend. Remus always had a habit of having music wherever he was.

With a huff Virgil sat up in bed. He grabbed his hoodie and tossed it over his head. There was no getting sleep with that walking train wreck around. He grabbed his cell phone and checked the time. It was 7 am on a Tuesday. Virgil ran his hand down his face in exasperation. He didn’t sleep much but when he did get to sleep, he very much enjoyed sleeping in especially on a day his classes didn’t start until the afternoon.

Prequel to Strangers 

Summary: Patton is attacked and loses his memory

Pairing: Moxiety if you turn it sideways

Warnings: Woods, Night, Fear, Animal Attack

Word Count: 1294

Patton’s side burned.

His lungs stung.

His legs were screaming at him.

He wasn’t going to stop.

No, he couldn’t stop running. 

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Summary: It’s Virgil’s birthday he is dreading the attention. Will he get his soul jewelry or will he left without anything? He’s too afraid to look.

Word Count: 2294

Warnings: Remus being not PG 

Pairing: Royality, hints of trashnoodle (I changed Deceit’s name to somewhat reflect on the now revealed name but I have left it out to avoid spoilers for those who haven't seen the newest episode) 

Virgil walked down the sidewalk. He had walked down this particular sidewalk easily a million times before as he made his way to the store. Today was not a typical day, however. Today was his nineteenth birthday. He didn’t feel any different. Was he supposed to? He wasn’t sure. 

A shiver ran up his spine. He looked around to see most of the people out and about staring at him. It being a small town, everyone knew it was his birthday, they all wanted to know. Virgil ducked and pulled his hood up over his head. As much as he wanted to just stand in front of a mirror and stare at his body to find out what kind of jewelry he would get all day long, he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

It only took him five minutes to get to the store. His hands twitched the entire, agonizing five minutes. He wanted to look at his hands as they were the only body part he could see if he tried. He refused to look at his hands or feel around his neck or ears until he was no longer in public. He grabbed a shopping basket without looking. Luckily his sleeves were excessively long as he grabbed the few items he needed and made his way to the checkout. He simply placed the basket on the belt and refused to make eye contact with the cashier.

“So it’s your big day huh Virgi.” The cashier giggled as they peered over their sunglasses and gave him an up down look. Virgil rolled his eyes. He should’ve known better than to go to the register with Remi working it. He simply nodded and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. “Have you seen it yet hun?

He shook his head and handed Remi his card. “I haven’t looked yet. I wasn’t born until the afternoon anyway so I doubt it would be wherever it’s going to appear.” He said as he took his card back. He was glad his voice didn’t waiver or break. His anxiety was through the roof.

“Alright but don’t push yourself. Last thing I need is to get a call from poor Remus that you’ve hyperventilated and passed out again.” Remi giggled as he handed Virgil his bag

“Haha, it was one time and you know that trash panda found it amusing.” Virgil said sarcastically as he refused to even try to look where the bag was. Of course, he completely missed the fabric handles.

“I wouldn’t-“ Remi began as he put the handles against Virgil’s fingers so the poor guy could actually take his bag.

“He drew on my face while I was unconscious.” Virgil deadpanned.

“Uh huh, girl listen tell me all about it later ok?” Remi said with a smile.

Virgil simply grunted and made his way out the sliding door and back up the sidewalk. Ugh he wanted the attention off of him, he could still feel the eyes on him. He was just glad he didn’t have a long way to go, that meant the less time people could stare at him.

He walked into his small apartment and kicked his shoes off and made his way into the kitchen to put things away. Virgil went into his bedroom. He needed a nap, his nerves were fried.

He plopped himself on his, still unmade, bed and put his headphones in. He laid there for a few songs when the volume dipped, an indication that he had gotten a text. Virgil gulped; did he want to pick up his phone? He might see his hands. He sighed and kept his hands in his sleeve and pushed the button on his phone to see who texted him.

The screen brightly displayed it had been Roman who had texted him. Virgil sighed, Roman was a whirlwind of a friend. Both in a good and a bad way. Roman usually texted him to rant when he just couldn’t form words, to find Remus, or he was drunk. Virgil chuckled as he thought of how a drunk Roman was equally as boisterous, but he was also a bit more openly affectionate. With a swipe of his finger he unlocked his phone.

Princy: Virgil! Happy Birthday! Hope you are having the most enchanted day! – 4 hours ago

Oops.

Princy: V something crazy happened!! My ring changed! - now

Virgil tilted his head. Roman’s soul ring changed? He had never heard of that happening. Virgil tapped the talk button to text him back. He was glad he lived alone.

V: What do you mean it changed?

Princy: I looked at it like an hour ago and the baby blue in the middle has a metallic purple swirl in it now! V I’m freaking out here!

Virgil sighed as he rubbed his temple. Roman was always one for the dramatic reactions. Then again, his brother was just as dramatic but less PG about it.

V: Have you talked to Patton?

It took several minutes for Roman to reply. For a moment Virgil thought the other might have thrown his phone and bolted out the door to find said cinnamon roll.

Princy: He’s here. The wings on his heart pendant changed from clear to purple!

Virgil fell back onto his bed. Those two would probably work each other up.

V: I’ll be over there soon.

He walked out of his room into his living room and froze. There was someone on his couch. It took him a second to realize it was Remus. “Hey trash panda! How many times do I have to tell you not just pop over like that.”

“Virgil! Where’s your birthday suit?” Remus asked as he draped himself over the back of the couch. A chill ran up Virgil’s spine as he realized Remus was shirtless. He hoped that was the only clothing he lacked. Virgil sighed, he knew Remus was just trying to get a reaction out of him but where was Jay when you needed him.

“I’m going over to your place. Apparently, your brother is freaking out about something.” Virgil said as he reached for his keys.

“Ah yes. Him and the blushy one.” Remus said as he put his elbow on the back of the couch and leaned on his hand. “They were getting loud so I went to see if I could join the fun.” Remus grinned at Virgil. Just as quick as the smile came, it fell. “They were in the kitchen and the blushy one was covered in flour and they were staring at Roman’s hand. No blood, no clothes missing, no fun. So, I left.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and headed for the door. “Just make sure you lock the door if you leave.” He walked down the sidewalk for the second time that day. Luckily Roman’s house was right up the road and one block over so there was no point to drive and it wouldn’t take him too long to get there.

He barely made it to the porch and up to the red door before it opened up and he was pulled in by his hood. “Roman! You know I hate when you do that!” Virgil said as he fixed his jacket.

“Virge it’s an emergency!” Roman practically yelled.

Virgil sighed and looked around to see if he could see Patton. He didn’t. “Ro, where’s Patton?”

“He – uh.” Roman looked around and rubbed the back of his neck. “He may be in the bedroom, hiding under the blankets.” Virgil wasn’t sure what to call the feeling but something akin to anger and frustration spiked through him. “We were watching for you to walk by.” Roman seemed to read Virgil’s mind and the feeling vanished as quick as it came. He swiftly made his way to the bedroom. He wasn’t shocked to see all the pillows and fluffy blankets on Roman’s bed but it made it difficult to immediately spot Patton. He cautiously made his way next to the bed and reached to pat around to make sure he didn’t accidently sit on the other. He barely made contact with the blanket before a tanned arm reached out and pulled him down. He braced himself for the contact, but the blankets were softer than he imagined. A warm weight settled against his side.

It took Virgil a few moments to get his bearings but once he did, he realized that Patton had snuggled up to his side. Virgil looked down at the smaller one. Patton had his head on Virgil’s chest and soul pendant in his hand. He could see the pretty, once white wings now turned an almost amethyst purple as Patton rubbed the candy apple red heart of his pendant with his thumb, clearly lost in thought.

“You ok Pat?” Virgil asked softly as he shifted himself slowly so they both would be comfortable. He had a feeling they were going to be like that for a while, well unless Roman crawled in too.

“I’m confused.” Patton admitted. “I don’t know why it changed.” He paused as he resettled once Virgil was done getting comfortable. “I feel bad this happened on your birthday. We should be having fun, not whatever this is.” He said.

“It’s ok Pat.” Virgil said as he rubbed his hand up and down Patton’s arm. He knew the contact would sooth him. “Roman’s changed too. Has anything changed with you two?” Virgil asked lightly, careful to not make it seem like he was implying anything. Patton was silent. Virgil was beginning to get nervous. Had something really happened? He had heard of rare cases that people accidently got together with the wrong person because both their jewelry coincidentally had the same colors. Could it be that they had gotten into a bad enough argument that their jewelry changed? He had never seen Roman and Patton fight before. He could feel his breathing become shallower as his anxiety started to sink in. Patton lightly patted his chest to rouse him out of his impending spiral.

“We didn’t have a fight or anything.” Patton said as he ducked his head. Virgil thought he might have been seeing things as he though Patton’s face seemed to be a little more red than normal. Virgil took a deep breath and relaxed as the smell of sandalwood and citrus filled his senses. The two laid there for a long time, Patton periodically shifted and hugged Virgil. At some point Virgil accidently fell asleep.

A hand on his shoulder made Virgil jump. He looked around and saw Roman standing over him with a concerned look on his face. Virgil looked down at Patton who was looking up at Roman with bleary eyes. Virgil couldn’t figure out if he had also fallen asleep or he had been crying but he looked back at Roman.

“Everything alright Roman?” Virgil asked as he reached up and rubbed his eye with the heel of his left hand.

Suddenly a green blur entered the room and slammed against the bedroom door. Virgil instinctively grabbed Romans arm, pulled him onto the bed, and pulled Patton closer to his side. After a moment he realized it was just Remus.

“Birthday, birthday, its your day.” Remus began to sing with a shallow bow. He straightened and twisted his mustache, not too dissimilar a villain. “Look at this mustache!” he almost bellowed as he pulled a cake from behind his back as if performing a magic trick. “Look at this cake wouldn’t you say that I have come to slay?” He continued as he placed the cake on the desk before he started to unbutton his shirt. “Now the serenade is done it is time to-” A pillow, thrown with scary accuracy and hit him in the face.

“Out trash panda out!” Virgil said as he grabbed another pillow. Remus ran out of the room cackling.

The three sat on the bed in stunned silence for a few moments before Roman reached out and touched Virgil’s shoulder. “I – I’m sorry about my brother.” He said as he scooted behind Virgil and Patton. Faintly they could all hear the sound of someone else’s laugh. Great Jay was in on it too. At least the pair knew well enough to not come back in the room.

Virgil sighed and ran his hand down his face. “It’s fine, I’ve known him for what close to ten years now. He’s eccentric this isn’t exactly new to me Ro, but Jay really should get control of his boyfriend.” He vaguely registered a sight cold feeling on the back of his hand, but he just chalked it up to his hand slipping from his hoodie sleeve. He froze as he suddenly felt eyes on him. Virgil hesitantly glanced over at Roman and Patton. Patton’s eyes widened in surprise as his hand quickly covered his mouth, Roman just sat there as if he was a stone statue.  

“Wha-what?” Virgil asked, suddenly very interested in the doorway that Remus had just exited through. He cautiously followed their gaze to his hand. At first he didn’t see anything but then he noticed something shiny around his wrist.

Patton reached out and gently grabbed Virgil’s hand. As he gingerly intertwined their fingers, he turned their hands so that Virgil’s hand was palm down as Patton rested their hands on his knee. Virgil stared at his hand. A thick black metal bracelet with purple metallic moons wrapped around his wrist and a black metal ring with purple stripes encircled his middle finger. The two were connected by a comparatively dainty chain. On the chain was a metallic purple moon, robin egg blue star, a metallic red star, and a third black star that matched the bracelet and ring. 

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Finally got part 4 done!  Hope you guys love this It’s a little shorter than the other parts but I felt this was a good place to end it, the next part will hopefully be longer As always please feel free to give any feedback I love hearing from you and let me know if I have missed anything especially in the warnings

Summary: Patton is afraid of monsters. They might not be so bad after all?

Paring: Prinxiety

Warnings: Night, self-doubt

Word count: 1508

Roman acted quickly and caught Patton with ease in his toned arms. “Well that’s not good” Virgil deadpanned as he landed on Roman’s head.

“What do we do?” Roman asked. He wasn’t good in these kinds of situations he knew nothing about medical things that was Logan’s area of expertise. Virgil on the other hand at least knew rudimentary first aid. 

“Well, he sounds ok, but we can’t just leave him out here for another monster to find him. Quick, change back we don’t want anyone to realize you’re a shifter and making a habit of running around at night shirtless with passed out people.” Virgil whispered as he reluctantly changed back to his human form, after making sure there was no one that could see. “I’ll carry him back home while you bring his bag with us.” Virgil said as he quickly gathered up all the stray fruit into the pawprint pattern reusable bag. He turned around to find Roman, once again covered in fur, laying on the ground with Patton propped up against him.

It took a moment of maneuvering, but Virgil was able to get Patton draped over his back, hopefully in a way that looked somewhat natural if anyone were to see them. The last thing they needed was for someone to call the cops and having to explain why he was out on a cool October night in just pajama pants with an unconscious person and a dog. He felt a tingling sensation on his neck, as if being kissed by butterflies. He didn’t have time to try to figure out the sensation as Roman picked up the cloth handles in his jaws and began walking towards the tree line of Sanders Park.

Virgil’s heart raced, for more than one reason, as he made his way to the main trail which was the quickest way to get home. Virgil’s heart nearly stopped as he felt Patton shift. “It’s going to be ok.” He said softly, but it came out almost as if he was talking to himself. He was relieved with Patton resettled and the butterfly kisses came back. They were more than halfway there when Virgil could hear someone walking towards them. It took everything in him not to panic. Fortunately, both parties were in between the lamp posts as they crossed paths which caused a decent shadow, hopefully enough to hide what was out of the ordinary. Virgil held his breath as he forced himself to continue down the path. At least it was a couple, maybe they were engrossed enough in each other that they didn’t even notice. Or if anything they only noticed Roman which would distract them enough from the fact Virgil was shirtless and carrying an unconscious Patton.

For several moments, as they continued to make their way towards the house, Virgil listened to make sure the couple didn’t start running or freak out and start calling the cops. He didn’t even realize that he was still holding his breath until Roman tapped him on the leg. He slowly let it out as he quickened his pace. They would be safe once they were home. The last thing he needed was to start having a panic attack in the middle of the park. He didn’t want to risk it any longer as he veered off the main trail. This way they shouldn’t come across anymore humans. He took his time to not make a lot of noise.

When the house came into view it took everything in Virgil not to just run in and lock the door. Roman however, did run ahead and slid in the dog door. Virgil had barely made it three feet when the door swung open to reveal Roman once again in his human form. Luckily, his tail and ears completely tucked away even in his distracted state. “Are you sure he’s ok? He still isn’t awake!” Roman practically yelled.

“Roman he woke up while we were on the trail, I think he’s simply asleep now. I’m sure he’s had a rough day.” Virgil said in as soothing of a voice as his body would let him as he made his way in the house and up the stairs towards the living room. “Help me lay him down.” Virgil said as he sat on the edge of the couch.

Roman gingerly grabbed Patton and guided his upper body down gently so he was laying on the couch. His face pinched concern but he didn’t say anything as he knew Virgil was right. Patton did have a rough day, even though he didn’t know what, if anything, might have transpired at work. Roman knew that Patton had woken up that morning to see him in his furred form to seeing him shirtless in human form after being attacked on his way home by a half goblin “You’re right, I know you’re right. I’ll just feel better once I see his baby blue eyes open and he’s talking.” Roman said as he draped a blanket over Patton and took off his shoes. “I just hope that he doesn’t pass out again.” He whispered as he took the others glasses off and laid them down on the coffee table.

Virgil made his way over to where Logan still laid on the chaise. He knew Roman was concerned, if not completely terrified for when Patton woke up and saw the three of them. Virgil ran a hand through Logan’s now ash grey hair, it gave him a little solace to see Logan so relaxed that his glamor no longer hid the true color of his skin and hair from them. “I’m sure he’ll be okay Roman, after all he was just attacked.” Virgil said, hopefully not too loud to wake the two sleeping. “I’m sure he was just overwhelmed by it all.” He finished as he glanced up at the shifter. Roman sat on the back of the couch keeping a watch over Patton.

“I just abhor that the choice of how we revealed ourselves was forced on us.” Roman whispered so low that Virgil almost didn’t hear him.

Virgil couldn’t hold back the sigh. “I know Ro, but there is nothing we can do about it now.” He leaned back and grabbed his hoody that had been thrown on the back of the couch the previous night. “Maybe he won’t remember, and we can start over, say that you and I were on a walk and saw that man attacking him.” He said half heartedly as he threw on the hoody. He didn’t want to lie to their soulmate but maybe it would be better if they could properly introduce their monster sides to the human gradually, in a way Patton would be less scared by them.

“Maybe.” Roman answered but Virgil wasn’t sure that he had even heard him. He sounded as if he was a thousand miles away in his own mind. Perhaps everything would be alright in the morning. One thing was for sure he was going to have to make sure he or Roman was awake before Logan to let him know what had transpired.

“Roman.” Virgil said loud enough to catch the other’s attention. He waited for Roman to turn to him before he continued. “Would you like to take Logan to bed? As much as I love him, I don’t think it would be a good idea if Patton happened to wake up first and the first thing he sees a sleeping Logan.” It took a moment for the meaning of his words to click. Virgil felt somewhat guilty at the crestfallen look on Romans face as he understood.

Roman nodded as he walked over to where Logan and Virgil were. He wanted to argue but he knew it was pointless. The gray skin and ash hair gave it away that Logan wasn’t human. He carefully picked up the taller man. He didn’t like how little he weighed but he knew that the fairy blood in him made his bones light, even so he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been eating well lately. A discussion for when he woke up. For now, he needed sleep and so did the rest of them. They would work out everything in the morning. He hoped anyway as he made his way down the hallway to his room. He had a king bed and he wasn’t going to let Logan wake up without explaining everything to him.

Virgil stayed up a little longer as he watched Patton sleep. “You’re safe here.” He whispered, silently hoped that Patton could hear him as he draped a second blanket on top of him to make sure that he didn’t get cold though the night. He hesitated slightly before he made his way down the hall and towards the bedrooms. As much as he didn’t want to leave Patton by himself in case he woke up terrified and finding himself in a strange house he knew he couldn’t leave Roman alone with his own thoughts either.