Panic Cord [Part 1/3]
Synopsis: When Virgil and his fiancĆ©, Logan, take in Virgilās ex boyfriend Roman and his boyfriend, Patton, Virgilās forced to come face to face with his guilt.Ā
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Prinxiety, Analogical, LAMP, background logicality
Word count: 2684 out of roughly 8791
Trigger warnings: Implied abusive parents, very heavy guilt, financial problems, potentially unsympathetic Virgil? Itās complicated, everyone makes mistakes.
A/N: this whole fic was inspired by the song Panic Cord by Gabrielle Aplin, 10/10 song
Ā Ā Ā āAre you serious?ā
Ā Ā Ā āYes.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Logan gave his stubborn fiance a defiant look. āYouāre serious?ā He asked again, just to be sure.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Virgil nodded insistently. āYes! Look, we play DND every week, tell me it wouldnāt be badass playing on this.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā He gestured towards the coffee table he wanted, an overdramatic, gothic table that would take up half of their living room.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Logan quirked an eyebrow. āOkay, but we eat dinner every day. Lunch, too. Imagine trying to balance a cup on one of those ridges. We might as well not even have a table.ā
Ā Ā Ā Virgil held his hands up. āIād be glad to eat on the floor.ā
Ā Ā Ā He couldnāt help but laugh. āThen why⦠Are we even here?āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Virgil cracked up, too, but shook his head. āI donāt want that boring ass table.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Logan pouted. He liked the table. It was simple, but not ugly, with dark reddish brown panels of wood and black iron supports. It was big enough for them to eat, and play DND, too, albeit a bit cramped. He especially liked that it looked easy to clean, and it was the perfect height for their couch.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Virgil hesitated, and then sighed as the bell above the shopās door dinged. āOkay. Fine. Weāll get that table. But! I get to pick the next three games we play.āĀ
Ā Ā Ā Logan smiled. That meant three sessions of DND, with Logan dmāing. āIf thatāll make you happy.ā
Ā Ā Ā As giggling sounded from near the door, Virgil looked up and smiled sheepishly at him. Then his eyes slid over his fianceās shoulder, towards the couple coming towards them- One excitedly pulling his boyfriend, the other nervously and subtly trying to lead him away.Ā
Virgil ducked down and behind Logan, whispering, āShit, shit, shit!āĀ
Logan looked at him with a raised eyebrow. āWhatās going on?ā
āThatās my ex-boyfriend.ā
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