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infinity, and beyond

He remembers the first time he kissed Janus. He remembers the way they were curled up against each other, the lights dimmed and the television on low volume, neither of them paying attention to the images on the screen. It was messy and terrible, as far as kisses go, and Patton loved every moment of it, and when they pulled away from each other, they were both breathless, smiling, and he knew then that what he felt, Janus felt too.

He remembers, too, the moment he heard about Virgil.

It’s not every day that your husband’s long-lost kid breaks into your house. It’s not every day that you find out your husband of four years is an alien.

Patton’s just trying to roll with the punches.

Content Warnings: threats of violence, mild body horror, brief, non-graphic panic attack

Word Count: 7,168

Pairings: Moceit, parental Anxceit

(masterpost w/ ao3 links)

Patton’s day begins with a teenager holding a knife to his throat.

Technically, the day has already begun; it is mid-morning, the sun inching steadily toward noon. But Patton has barely been awake an hour, has been sitting at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee, staring at all the final exams he has yet to grade as he waits for his brain to start functioning. He likes Saturday mornings; he would go so far as to say that they’re usually his favorite part of the week, because usually, Saturday mornings mean sleeping in, wrapped in his husband’s arms, and later, a big brunch and a lazy day. But today, an emergency called Janus into the office, and he has a backlog of grading to finish this weekend, so here he is. Squinting, bleary-eyed, and with a sad lack of a husband to keep him company.

That is when the teenager appears.

Appears, because there is no better word for what happens. There is no break-in, no slamming of doors or shattering of windows. One minute, he is alone, and the next, there is another person in the kitchen, a young person who can’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen, and Patton barely has time to process that before they lunge for him, knocking him from his chair and to the floor, pinning him against the cool tile.

It takes a second to process the bite of cold, sharp metal against his throat, but as soon as he does, Patton wakes up very, very quickly.

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Damn. I also realized that I didn't switch back to my main- but im the same person as @poofywolfpotato

I miss kingxiety

I want some kingxiety please

Please give it to me, steal my credit card or something, please

less represso more expresso

Roman… but happy

HHHH-AAAAA@AAAAA

Patton in a Skirt! 💙 Lots of asks to see the characters in skirts, so I figured I’d go outside the ole comfort zone to oblige. 

I wish I could tell you.  It gets better. We get better.

Roses, Prinxiety, fluffy!

Thanks for the request! I really like the way this one turned out!

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Prince Virgil sat down heavily on the bench in the garden, sighing. He crossed his ankles delicately, a habit obtained from his mother. His head dropped into his hands as he tried to breathe normally. Why couldn't he just be good at being a prince, like his brother? Janus was charming and smooth, and sincerely believed in his ideals. Virgil didn't even know what his ideals were. Other than...

"Oh, dear Stormcloud," a gentle voice called quietly. Virgil didn't lift his head, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Roman," he greeted softly, not quite feeling up to the normal bantering greeting he would give the gardener.

Roman sat down next to him, and Virgil soon found himself pressed to Roman's chest. He began to relax, Roman's presence calming him. "Are you alright, My Love?" Roman asked finally.

Virgil nodded. "I am now," he answered, resting his head on Roman's shoulder.

Roman hummed, summoning a thorn-less purple rose into his hand. Just another secret to keep. But not from Virgil. "Here, Love," he cooed.

Virgil lifted his head and took the rose reverently, holding it like it could crumble at any moment. Then he was kissing Roman. It wasn't long, or particularly passionate. Roman tasted of peaches and soil.

It wasn't until hours (along with many kisses) had passed and someone called from the doors for Virgil that they moved from that spot.

"I'll see you tonight?" Virgil asked hopefully.

"Of course, My Angel," Roman answered, caressing Virgil's soft cheek. "Go be a Prince for a while. You can do it."

Virgil made a face.

"You can. You're the most charming, thoughtful prince I've ever met," Roman encouraged, causing Virgil's face to flush.

"I have to go."

Roman placed one last peck on Virgil's lips before letting go and watching him jog back towards the palace.

Logan, Roman and Patton move into this huge old mansion that seems to have almost everything on the inside possible coloured purple and soon learn that a guy who lived there like 25 years ago died when he was around 20 and turns out that he's now a ghost that haunts the large house who is only mildly annoyed at their presense (knocking stuff like glasses and vases over so they smash, suddenly turning on music turned up to max volume so they startle, etc), but also like kinda helps them afterwards out of guilt and the fact he thinks they're cool (writes things that have been missed off the shopping list on the bathroom mirror while one of them is having a shower, cleaning their rooms while they're out, etc)

Just- ghost boy Virgil who has no choice but to tolerate the existence of these three dumbos in his house while slowly growing attached to them

That it does

No.22 Remus x Logan please if you want.❤️ Love your writing

22. “Scoot over.  I wanna sit next to you.”

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Logan was used to eating his lunch alone. It wasn’t quite that anyone had ever told him that he couldn’t sit with them, but he chose to avoid the awkward glances and shifty excuses he’d likely get if asked to join a group. He was perfectly content to spend lunch with his sandwhich and his thoughts, thank you very much. 

“Scoot over. I wanna sit next to you.” 

Logan glanced up from his book, frowning. He barely had time to register the mess of brown curls and toothy grin that filled his vision before the boy they belonged to plopped his tray down on the table and wormed his way onto the bench next to Logan. 

Logan recognized him, of course, everyone in school knew the Crowne twins. Despite not quite fitting into a traditionally popular, masculine mold, Roman Crowne had a large group of friends and was generally well liked by people. Meanwhile, all sorts of rumors about the younger twin, Remus, circulated through the student body, including a particularly gruesome tale about what he’d done to Eric Stone, a student who’d apparently called Roman some...less than savory names. Logan was sure that the details were mostly exaggerated, but it didn’t stop most people, himself included, from being just a little afraid of Remus.

So of course, it was Remus who had decided to invade the solitude of Logan’s lunchtime. He flashed Logan a smile before taking a massive bite of his own sandwich, and Logan swallowed, turning back to his book with the hope that Remus wouldn’t intrude further. 

“Whatcha reading?” 

".....a book.”

“Yeah, I got that, Nerdy Wolverine, what’s it about?” 

“Nerdy Wolverine?” 

“Yeah! Ya know, cuz your name’s Logan, and you’re totally fierce, but you’ve got this total Nerd thing going on. Nerdy Wolverine.” 

Logan blinked. 

“I...must admit I’m not sure why you think I’m ‘fierce,’ as you put it.” Hell, he hadnt realized Remus knew his name, much less noticed anything about his disposition. 

"Uh, maybe because you completely destroyed that bitch Amy Shellenberger earlier in biology when she tried to say that chromosomes prove that there are only two genders? In front of the whole class?” 

“Oh.” Logan felt heat rising in his face as he recalled the heated encounter with the popular girl in that day’s science class. It wasn’t like him to cause a scene, but he’d spotted Elliot staring in their lap with shiny eyes while Amy prattled on, and had found himself on his feet spouting off a counter argument before he knew what he was doing. “I didn’t mean to...that is, I-” 

“Hey, no need to freak out,” Remus said, popping a french fry in his mouth. “It was hella cool. And if anyone gives you shit for it, let me know, alright? I’ll make sure it won’t happen again.” 

Logan looked up, and found Remus giving him an uncharacteristically serious look. Perhaps the stories of what he’d done to Eric Stone had more truth in them than Logan had initially realized.

“I...appreciate that,” he said eventually, and Remus smiled.

“For sure, man.” 

The two sat in silence for a moment, then Remus nudged Logan’s book. 

“So, you gonna answer my question, or?” 

“Oh,” Logan said, looking down. He’d nearly forgotten that Remus had even asked. “It’s a book about the likely origin of the legends of sea monsters, giant squid and things like that.”

Remus’s eyes lit up, and Logan suddenly felt brave. 

“Would you like to hear about the origins of the legend of the kraken?” he asked. 

“Hell yes I would,” Remus said, placing his chin on his fist and staring at Logan with rapt attention. 

As Logan began explaining, flipping through the book as he went to showcase the illustrations, he allowed himself a small smile. 

Perhaps from here on out, lunch wouldn’t be quite so lonely.