Summary: Logan and Remus are at war in Thomas' mind, leading Logan to stress quite a bit. Remy just wants his boyfriend to sleep.
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I stared at the paper in front of me, barely able to read my writing through my blurry vision. Everyone else was asleep, including Sleep himself. I glanced over at my bed. Remy was curled up under the covers, his breathing deep and even. I smiled to myself before returning to my work.
The last few days had been difficult for everyone. Remus pushed Thomas to be even more lazy than usual. As a result, Thomas was very behind in his posting schedule and I have to work overtime in order to get things back on track.
The others really didn't help much, either. Roman only wanted Thomas to stay on track as long as Thomas was doing something creative. Virgil went from being anxious about procrastinating to being anxious about screwing something up. As such, I didn't have much help.
I blinked a few times to clear my vision, rubbing at my eyes. I returned my focus to my work. Time passed very quickly and before long I heard the sounds of the other Sides getting up and moving in the hallway. I yawned and stretched, glancing over at Remy. To my surprise, his eyes were open and he was looking over at me.
"Good morning," I said. "You're up early."
"So are you." Remy sat up, running a hand through his hair. "What time did you come to bed last night? I didn't feel you get into bed."
I averted my eyes briefly. "I went to sleep not long after you did. I woke at the same time I usually do." My lie wasn't well thought out so I wasn't surprised when Remy gave me a disapproving look.
"I love you, hun, but I wish you wouldn't lie to me. I can feel when people are asleep, even when I'm also sleeping. I didn't feel you at all last night. Were you still working on that new schedule?"
I sighed. "Yes. Thomas has so much responsibility now, to his fans and to his friends. He's so far behind on everything he's promised. I know his friends and fans are understanding, but at some point they have to reach their limit."
"That's a possibility. However, you really aren't accomplishing much. Remus has managed to get Thomas off track and maintain a decent sleep schedule. If you aren't at your best, you won't be able to overcome his influence on Thomas." Remy stood, walking over to me and offering me his hand. "You should sleep. A few more hours isn't going to do much difference in the long run."
Remy made several good points, but part of me didn't want to stop my work. I knew Remy wouldn't give up, though, so I said, "Alright. But just for a few hours. No one else seems to want Thomas to stay on track. I have to keep Thomas focused."
He nodded. "Okay. Sleep first." He tugged on my hand and I stood. Remy snapped his fingers. My clothes changed in something more comfortable for sleep. He led me over to the bed, laying down with me.
I felt my eyes getting heavier, unsure whether that was due to my own tiredness or Remy's influence. Remy hummed quietly, running a hand through my hair. "Do you want some help sleeping?"
I nodded with no hesitation. Sleeping with Remy's help always made me feel more rested than usual. Remy's hand stilled in my hair and I felt his power sweep through me. Warmth spread through me and, just like that, my eyes closed and I feel asleep.
Notes: Really loving these songs + ship requests :D also i am definitely considering this an early birthday present to myself.
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Remus, despite being a writer, wasn’t really the best with his words.
At least, not when it came to romance he wasn’t. Being a horror novelist did nothing in the sappy department and he tended to have more skill in sex than he did in being romantic.
And yet… Patton still loved him. He giggled at his porn jokes and powered through his horror hyperfixation with a smile and a reminder to eat and drink water while he researched. It was honestly amazing how well they could work together.
That isn’t to say they haven’t had their problems of course. When they first met, Patton was so unsettled by Remus that he outright avoided interactions with him.
It had hurt and there was a long trial of them getting closer and Remus would always remember the first time Patton laughed at one of his sexual jokes (it had been a pun, and Remus learned that puns were basically the way to his heart).
God he loved that man so much.
Enough to try and write a stupid sappy love letter on their third anniversary because Patton was the sappiest romantic Remus had ever met, even worse than his own brother, and he wanted to make him get that bubbly smile he wore when he watched romcoms like they were the best cinematic invention to grace the screen.
Fucking hell, Patton really was too cute to handle sometimes.
But again, Remus was really bad with being romantic in the traditional sense. He didn’t like the smell of roses so he either avoided the flowers or gave Patton dead ones. Then there was the fact he was allergic to chocolate so he couldn’t even consider getting Patton that because then he’d have to go a whole day, possibly longer, without kissing his boyfriend and Remus may be strong but no man who had a similar strength in desire for affection like him could handle that.
Sometimes he just wanted Patton to smother him in kisses and make him break down into wheezy cackling that made his heart overflow with love and his cheeks hurt from smiling.
With a small groan, Remus let his head fall back against the wall, the document on his laptop only having six words on the screen because he just… wasn’t sure how to continue the stupid letter.
“Squid?” Patton called, peering over the counter cutting between the living room and the kitchen, an eyebrow lifted and his smile lopsided in his concern.
“Doing fine, Pat. Just having a hard time thinking.”
“Is this about the thing you asked Roman about the other day?”
Remus cleared his throat a little bit, stubbornly continuing to look at the ceiling so Patton couldn’t see how his face was starting to redden.
“Kinda, yeah,” he answered, tapping his fingers on the corners of his laptop where he wouldn’t risk pressing buttons.
Patton went quiet for a second, and the next thing Remus knew he was thwapped in the temple with a paper ball.
Confusion and amusement distracted Remus from his embarrassment, and he looked at Patton with his own raised eyebrow while he searched for the paper ball with one hand.
When he found it, he brought it to eye level and looked away from his boyfriend to see… a wad of paper terribly decorated like a pokeball.
“What?” he asked his confusion and amusement both increasing as he looked at his now grinning boyfriend.
“Anniversary is coming up. Figured I’d give you your first hint on what I’ll be doing,” was Patton’s answer, which he punctuated with a wink.
Oh God, Remus was so in love with this dork
“With your hint given though, I’m gonna go back to planning my class for the week. Teaching kindergarten is rough work and all that,” Patton joked, blowing a kiss Remus’ way before he hid himself back in his office.
As serious as the word “office” sounded, Patton really had it full of stim toys, children’s toys and bad art and crayons. Said it put him in the environment he needed to get stuff done.
Remus was pretty sure he also just liked playing with the toys, but he couldn’t really fault him for it. Patton was very good at having a childish imagination and Remus loved him for it.
Not the only reason why he loved him, but it was a pretty big one.
If he had to list every reason Remus chose Patton as a lifelong partner, he’d be here… a while.
Chose.
Looking back at the paper pokeball, Remus tilted his head in thought, his brother’s words from the week before coming back to him.
”Look if you want to be sappy just… pick something that reminds you of him and build a metaphor linking it to him and how much you love him. Usually what I do with Janus.”
Hmm… He could work with that.
With a glance back to the doc on his screen, he backed out of four of the six words, set the paper pokeball down on the coffee table where he could look at it between focus bursts of writing and remember just how much he loved his boyfriend, and then got to work.
“Okay Pat the Cat, please tell me you’re not leading me into a cave where I have to outsmart an axe murderer because writing about horror and surviving horror are two different things and dying on our anniversary is not something I want to do.”
Patton giggled, and Remus could tell he was rolling his eyes, even if it was playfully.
“I’m flattered that you think I could get someone to kill for me-”
“You can? I’m right here.”
“Hush you. No, we’re not even in a cave right now? What made you think cave?”
Remus paused, looking in his boyfriend’s general direction, his sight hindered by a blindfold.
“We’re doing a lot of climbing, babe.”
Patton let out an ugly snort, pulling at Remus’ hand to urge him into moving again.
“We’re not going to a cave housing an axe murderer, Remus. Actually, we’re almost there! You’re gonna have to keep close to me though, I don’t want you running into a tree.”
With a fond sigh, Remus let himself be pulled just a little bit closer to Patton and kept himself there without tripping over his boyfriend’s heels.
Not long and Patton gently guided Remus to a stop and pulled him in for a chaste kiss.
He pulled off the blindfold while their lips were locked, and by the time Remus was blinking his eyes open, he felt kind of dumb for only writing Patton a letter because now they were in a clearing big enough to have a picnic blanket on the ground and there were cardboard cutouts of pokemon hanging from the trees.
It was clear Patton put a lot of work into this, and a sappy love letter felt a little inadequate compared to this.
“Do you like it? I remembered you talking about your special interest in the series when you were little and I know sometimes you still like watching the show and you always get the newest games so I just… figured it would be cute to give you something like this after three years of being together.”
Remus didn’t say anything, going up to the Trubbish cutout and lifting it a bit to get a better look.
After a second he looked at another cutout that had a Grimer on it. And another with a Weezing.
“Squid?” Patton asked, a bit of concern in his tone that made Remus turn to face him again.
“Oh honey…” he whispered, coming closer to Remus with his hands outstretched until they were on Remus’ face, thumbs wiping away tears Remus hadn’t even realized he was crying.
With a sniffle and a weak laugh, Remus covered one of Patton’s hands with his own.
“I’m fine. I just… got overwhelmed with how much I love you. You remembered all of my favorite pokemon?”
Patton’s concerned frown turned into an adoring smile.
“Of course! Pokemon is a really easy franchise to get into. There’s so many pokemon with names that are puns! And you get really excited when you talk about it, how could I not remember that?”
Remus kind of wanted to marry this man. Which wasn’t really a thought he had before but it didn’t exactly catch him off guard either.
“All this kinda makes my gift pale in comparison. If we didn’t have a no expensive gifts rule I absolutely would have done better,” he said, thinking to some of the things Patton has gushed over to make teaching his kids so much easier and more fun.
Patton scrunched up his face in distaste, shaking his head.
“Nope! Whatever you did, I’m sure it’s just as good. No self deprecation on our anniversary, mister.”
Snorting, Remus pecked Patton’s nose.
“Alright, alright fine. I’m gonna take a guess though that that picnic basket is full of food and if so I would very much like to eat after giving you your gift.”
“Why yes it is! C’mon, let’s sit down.”
Remus pulled the envelope with his letter out of his back pocket and sat down with his boyfriend, handing it to him before opening the basket so he could ignore his nerves and look at what Patton had prepared for them.
Things were quiet. Not silent, couldn’t be with the sounds of the woods surrounding them and Remus messing with the food containers trying not to watch Patton while he read the letter.
His nerves got worse with each second Patton read and didn’t say anything.
And then finally—
“You wrote this?” Patton whispered, voice hoarse with barely held back tears that Remus could see brimming in his eyes when he looked up.
“Uh… well I mean… I know it’s not the best, pretty sure I couldn’t edit out all of the rambling if I tried, but uh. Yeah, I did.”
Patton looked away from the papers, creased from being in the envelope and fluttering a little in the slight breeze surrounding the two and making the pokemon cutouts dance in the trees.
He was beaming.
“Well, I guess having a lifelong love letter is a good reason as any to give you this,” he said, gently folding the papers and placing them under one of the containers Remus had pulled out before digging into the picnic basket and pulling out a large metal pokeball he hadn’t noticed when he was digging in there.
Remus took it when Patton held it out, giving his boyfriend a questioning look and receiving a “go on” gesture in response.
Guess he was opening it then?
Slowly, he lifted the red top of the pokeball and then nearly dropped it in his shock when he saw a silver band glint in the sunlight peeking through the trees.
“Patton, what is this?” he asked softly, not sure because he could never be sure unless he was told outright what was happening.
“A proposal,” Patton answered, wringing his hands together in a clear display of anxiety, “kind of. I had this whole speech planned but your really sweet letter made me speechless.”
Remus and Patton both snorted a little at the joke.
Taking a deep breath, Remus looked back down at the ring so he could actually gather what it looked like beyond the silver band.
It wasn’t much, the band thick and two tiny gems impressed into the metal surrounded by linked hearts. The gems were blue and green, both Patton’s and Remus’ favorite colors.
He carefully took the ring out of the pokeball, and then slid it on left his ring finger as he felt a grin take over his expression.
Patton then launched himself at Remus, taking him by surprise and making them both fall to the ground.
“Please tell me that’s a yes,” Patton whispered, his arms wrapped around Remus’ waist and his face buried in his neck.
Remus huffed, settling his right hand on the small of Patton’s back, grinning up at the sky broken up by leaves before he brought his left hand in his vision to admire the ring.
“It’s a hell fucking yeah.”
With a squeal, Patton clung tighter to Remus, and he prepared himself to just lay in the grass with his fiance for a while.
Not like he minded though. Not when they were surrounded by his favorite pokemon and able to brush his fingers through Patton’s hair.
Pride: a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. We often imagine Pride as Roman’s Dark Side, but what if it was a separate side entirely?
With these idea, I ended up creating a plot where Pride had an entire episode based around him, but knowing me, I only did quotes he might say! Consider it a character introduction.
The storyline I went for this is that Thomas went to an audition, and he didn’t get the role. The main problem was that he was the most experienced person auditioning, and the others either sucked or were beginners. However, the director chose them instead of the clearly superior one in the theatre (Pride’s words, not mine), and Thomas began to think he deserved the role, not them. Pride was eventually exposed and now we’ve got a wild Dark Side on our hands.
Pride’s sorta an asshole, but the guy doesn’t care about anyone’s opinions. He’s confident in what he can do, and is also confident in Thomas’ abilities. Pride is a perfectionist and short tempered. He’s very similar to Roman due to their similar functions, and as a result, he enjoys Disney and makes a lot of references to Disney Channel in particular! The reason why I made Pride separate to Roman for this post is because Thomas didn’t only split his creativity, but his ego as well. Roman simply represents Thomas’ confidence and ego, while Pride is straight up narcissistic and arrogant.
Pride represents arrogance, narcissism, honor, dignity, satisfaction, self image, hubris, self-love and self-glorification.
Now, onto the lines!
“Wow, glad you little Little Sides caught on so easily!”
“Finally, I’m in the spotlight!”
“Staying in the background got boring. I thought I would put on a little performance before I showed up. You came out of the theatre feeling very happy, I assume. The metaphorical theatre, of course. The one we left had poor taste in judgement.”
“Para, let me get this straight. You believe Thomas didn’t do his best in his performance? A performance he worked very hard on? Wow, you have so much trust in Thomas’ abilities.”
“What, the P word? Bitches, Paramount exists.”
“I’m not Roman, ya know.”
“Well, Thomas. Lemme put this way. While you may not know how to pronounce Wednesday, you know that there’s a different between proud of your accomplishments and being a dick about them.”
“I don’t know De De and Re Re. I kept my distance from all of them. Or, at the very least, I was forced to keep my distance.”
“Why are you making such a big deal about this? I vote someone out of my life everyday.”
“Yes, Roman! Bizaardvark reference. You know, that was one of the most happiest days of my life!”
“I have faith in Thomas’ abilities! I just don’t have faith in people’s judgement.”
“I’m not fucking Deceit. I don’t manipulate people. I don’t care if you’re on my side, or if you like me. I’m here to deliver my opinion and to make sure you know I’m right.”
“Can someone please shut up the Specialist Teacher? I’m about to a Para move and take a cat nap.”
“You know, Para? Hearing you say not to call you that makes me want to call you that even more.”
“Respect? Oh, sorry. I don’t know anything about words.”
“Holy shit, you are confusing.”
“Thomas deserved that role and you know it! He has the most experience!”
“Thomas did his best, and his best is amazing! Their best is Sonic 06 quality.”
“I finally why De De was trying so hard to make you go to that callback. Thomas, you’re way too giving. Just, for once, take.”
“No, no Roman, please speak up. Subjects have to hear their prince, after all.”
“I smell sexual tension............and pizza.”
“You can’t handle me? I’m pretty sure you’re not to supposed to handle me.”
“Are you still mad at me because I gave Thomas his fedora phase? For the last time, they were trending!”
“Nice idea, Roman! I’m open to a compromise if anyone can make a good argument.”
“It’s okay to think that you were the best, but don’t let it hurt other people? Be aware that people have tried their best? Be nicer? Work with Roman? .........Got a little sappy, but whatever fits the glass shoe, I guess.”
“It isn’t a real apology if you’re not sorry.”
“Fine. I’m sorry for making Thomas an asshole, and I’ll try my best to be more humbler. For you guys.”
“The day I doubt Thomas’ capabilities is the day Patton stops suppressing his emotions.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re cute. Just stop smiling at me like that.” With platonic Moxiety?
Another one set in the Fantastic Family (Urban fantasy) universe because it’s such a good source of platonic Virgil vibes.
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Virgil loves his disaster family, he truly does. He’d never had one of his own, growing up and he’d missed all of the things that he tries to give every one of his strange children, and boy does it feel good to know he’s achieving that goal day by tough, long, rewarding day.
One of the things he encourages most is play, even with Logan and D.C., because there’s nothing better than being in your own home, surrounded by the sound of happiness and joy and fun.
Take right now for instance, he’s been napping on the couch for about an hour and is just starting to rouse when he hears giggling from nearby. What he doesn’t so much like the sound of is the hushing and scamper of mischievous little feet, before a small hand taps his shoulder lightly and a matching voice calls, “Daddy Vee? You ‘wake?”
“Hey Pat,” Virgil mumbles, yawning. Patton giggles again, and Roman must be nearby because he hears him start to say something before Patton hushes him, whispering way too loudly for him to go away and wait for the signal. Uh oh. “Patton.”
“Yes Devee?” Patton chirps, angelic cherub looking demon child that he is. He knows using his baby name for Virgil will weaken him to his schemes.
“If I open my eyes, what am I going to see?” Patton smothers his giggles again and Roman and Remus do the same. There’s a creak that signifies that Logan is probably also in on this, somewhere else in the room.
Patton manages to wrestle control from his own amusement enough to reply. “Nothing weird! Nothing weird at all!” He does that terrifying demonic gurgle of joy that Virgil has discovered kids sometimes do when they’re just finding themselves so funny they can’t contain it. It’s a big old red flag.
“Nothing weird, huh?” Virgil asks, resigning himself to an abrupt loss of the nice peacefulness that had sent him into the doze in the first place. “Alright. I’m opening my eyes now…”
Patton tells the others to get ready, and Logan is definitely there because he hears a tiny ‘affirmative’ from the corner. Virgil makes sure to count down from three- because he’s not a monster, he’s a dad now- and then he opens his eyes.
From his position on his back he can see the ‘nothing weird’ right away. Somehow the kids have strung up every single pair of his underpants and socks like cotton garlands over the ceiling, the lines criss-crossing and hanging in a surprisingly garland-like looking way. He’s a little impressed. Except that it’s his underwear.
“Oh, you guys are in so much trouble!” He jumps up to scoop up a shrieking Patton from by the arm of the couch, but Patton shouts “now!” and then suddenly all of the garlands start to fall, catching him and tangling him where stands, bringing him to the floor when he trips. Logan and the twins get away, but unfortunately for Patton he gets a foot snagged on a line and tumbles down.
Virgil catches him like a pro-baseball player- yeah he’s proud of it too, it’s pretty awesome- tickling the boy mercilessly until they both run out of steam and Patton goes dramatically limp in his arms, still grinning at him. Virgil snorts and boops his nose. “Yeah, yeah. You’re cute. Just stop smiling at me like that. You got caught, little dude, that means you get to help me tidy it all up.”
Patton’s grin turns to an open-mouthed scowl of outrage, and Virgil settles in for the battle.
Alrighty! I know this took FOREVER and I apologise for that @ihalfandhalfbastardi so I made it a bit longer. I hope you like it!
Patton was tired. Tired of the butterflies, tired of the way his heart pounded in his chest and tired of not getting anything back. Most of all, he was tired of grading these papers. He sighed and looked at the time: 11:56. He still needed to teach his first period tomorrow at 9:15 and he wasn't even done with the day's lesson plan.' I'll just go in early and finish, if anything I can always show a video. ' he thought to himself. He had wanted to get everything done tonight but he just couldn't focus. The thoughts of the English teacher next door kept invading his mind. But could you blame him? Patton loved everything about him. From his deep blue eyes to the way his laugh made Patton's heart flutter. It was all of this and more that made him absolutely in love with his best friend Logan.
Logan was fustrated, to say the least. He was supposed to be reading his book, The Great Divorce, for his class tomorrow but somehow got distracted. He didn't even notice his change of thought until the book fell from his lap. He usually finished the book by now having read it multiple times, but he couldn't get the bubbly teacher out of his mind. His smile that seemed reserved just for him and his baby blue eyes that saw the best in every student and teacher alike. He was caring and helpful to everyone he came across. Logan's heart began to beat faster and faster the more the other teacher was thought about. He didn't know what to do. Patton and him had been friends for 3yrs and he'd never thought that he'd feel this way for him. He didn't even expect to become friends with someone as goofy as him. But that's the thing with Patton, he just had this thing that drew you to him. Logan was in over his head thinking that Patton would be just another coworker. The man sighed. He needed to finish the book soon if he wanted to be. Prepared for the next day.
Patton woke up with a start, " Ah! I'm late for school!...wait! I'm 27....IM THE TEACHER!" He had run to his car so fast , he almost forgot to change his clothes. With 15 mins to spare Patton pulled up to the school and went immediately to the teachers lounge where lo and behold, there he was. The man that has been invading his mind for the last year. Logan Sanders. Patton could already feel the blush from his cheeks starting to spread. "Good morning everyone! How are you guys?" Logan looked up at the sound of his voice and began to walk over to him until he was in Patton's space. "I am well Patton, but there is something that I wish to speak with you about later on, if you could spare a few minutes?"
Patton couldn't help the blush that formed on his face as he nodded slowly, afraid of his voice not working properly. Logan smiled at him and walked away as if the whole conversation had no effect on him. How did he do that? How could he just ignore the tension between them like it didn't matter! Patton had then decided that he would bring this to Logan's attention the next time they talked. It was now or never. It was then that he heard someone clear their throat next to him. Patton jumped. There next to him with a biggest shit eating grin to exist was no other than Virgil Storm. "You know you talk out loud when you're really focused. It's quite entertaining actually."
Patton felt his heart drop. Had the head of his department head just hear him confess that there was something going on with his coworker? He felt nothing but panic, what is he was homophobic? Or what if he was interested in Logan and hates me now? Patton didn't know what else to do but stare as he waited for the inevitable "You're gay?" But it never came. What he heard instead was: " If you're going to argue about your relationship don't do it in front of the students, then they know too much about your personal life. Also keep the bedroom eyes for outside of school."
Patton wasn't sure what to say but," You're not mad?"
Vigil just scoffed," Why would I be mad? Did you not finish your lesson plan for the week? What or who you do outside of work is none of my business. And I'm not homophobic, I'm actually gay myself."
Just as Patton was about to reply that he was NOT in fact sleeping with Logan the bell decided to ring signaling that there was 5mins until school officially started. Patton grabbed his stuff and walked to his classroom.He couldn't help but glance over at the room next door, Logan's English 3 classroom as he let his first period students in. His eyes were met with those of Logan's as he winked and went on into the class. Patton could do but try and un-red his face before addressing his class.
It was after school and no student was to be found in his classroom when he heard a knock at the door. Logan looked up and was greeted with the smiling creative writing teacher from next door. His heart pounded against his chest as he cleared his throat. "Ah Patton, I was just about to order some food, would you like some?"
The other teacher shook his head,"No thanks! I'm going to dinner tonight so I'll eat then."
Logan felt his heart tear a little, he wasn't sure why, but it hurt to hear that Patton wouldn't eat with him. "Of course, no problem. I just had a question for you. It's about our classes. I was thinking that we could do a little collaboration of sorts. My students our learning about editing others work. So I was thinking your students could write a story of sorts and I would have mine edit. What do you think?"
Patton felt his heart sink to his stomach. That's why he wanted to talk? "Sounds great! I'll ask Virgil about it. So,... is that it?"
Logan blinked. "Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"
"Uhm, no th-that's all I guess."
He turned to leave but stopped. He needed to do this. Patton was going to go insane if he never got the chance to tell him. "Wait, that's not all actually, there's something that I need to tell you. "
"Oh, ok, go ahead Patton."
Patton took a deep breath trying to calm down. He needed his voice to be steady. He looked into those deep blue eyes and just said it. "Logan, I... I'm in love with you. Like a lot. So much actually, that I can't focus, and my heart beats faster and, I can't help but think that you like me too. And it's ok if you don't I just had to tell you befo-"
"Patton."
"Y-yes Logan?"
The other teacher stood up from his desk and walked toward the mess of a man that was Patton. He grabbed his hand and brought it to his heart. Patton could feel his heart, even through his clothes, he could tell it was beating as fast as his. "Like this? Is this what your heart feels like? I don't understand it but it seems that I feel the same way."
Patton couldn't help but smile, "This is love Logan, this is what it feels like."
"So this is love.
This is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow and now I know
The key to our heaven is mine. "The teacher smiled, "I get it now."
Patton blushed. Did Logan seriously quote a Disney song? Before he could question it, Logan's lips were on his as they began to-
"Woah ok! I did not expect that to go that far. Great writing, though, Roman! Maybe just a little too explicit?"
Patton handed the paper back to the Disney obsessed student as he went back to his desk. What was he thinking when he thought of the prompt? He didn't think that asking his student to write about what they thought happened when his husband and him got together would be this exciting. But here he was reading another paper.
It wasn't that he was alone -- far from it, actually. He had his boyfriend Roman, two parents, his neighbour Logan (he could have sworn that Logan was his other half; after all, they both had glasses), and two amazing cats, Emile and Remy. Patton was allergic to cats, so this wasn't necessarily a plus, but he appreciated them with his whole heart.
Patton was president of the environmental club, which was most likely why he wasn't popular. It definitely wasn't because he was a wee bit chubby and made friends with all the teachers, because who cared about that? Teachers didn't make much, and they deserved to be appreciated, even if nobody else saw that.
He woke up at exactly 7:34 a.m, his internal clock buzzing with excitement. The sunlight shone through where he had carefully placed his glasses the night before, projecting a small rainbow onto his bedroom wall. For a small moment, there was peace.
Then Patton heard the yelling from the kitchen, the sound of something shattering on the counter, and sighed. He was still Patton. This was still his life.
“Hey, Patt!!” His mom yelled. “Come clean this up!”
He scrambled out of bed, dancing around as he zipped up his onesie, trying to make it fit. He dashed down the hallway, nearly tripping over the cracked tiles, and skidded to a stop in the entryway.
“Mom, mother.” He nodded to the two women, a forced smile on his face. “What am I cleaning?”
“Alliyah,” Dienna said, crossing her arms, “decided that our wine bottle was better smashed than calmly opened with a cork.”
“It was impossible to open!” His mom protested, her arm up in self-defense. “Forgive me, but I do only have a right arm, and I'm left handed, so…”
“That sounds like a personal problem,” His mother retorted, a small smile gracing her features.
“A personal problem like me not loving you for the rest of the day?” Alliyah asked smugly.
Patton rolled his eyes, already knowing what would come next.
“Ay, come here,” Dienna sighed.
He turned away with wide eyes and grabbed the broom, ushering the glass into the dustpan and into the trash. He was just about to put away the broom when a shout startled him into dropping it.
“Patton!” Alliyah approached him, hand on her hips. “Why are you cleaning up my mess, eh? Lo will be here soon, you know how he likes to be precise.”
“Yes, mom.” He carefully placed the broom back into the closet and scuttled back to his room, hopping out of his onesie as he searched his bedroom floor for clothes.
A knock on the front door interrupted his tooth-brushing, and he nearly choked on the brush in surprise.
“I'll get it!” Dienna yelled, as she liked to do. Patton beat her to the door by a millisecond, his hair a mess and only half his teeth brushed. 7:46 a.m, perfect timing.
The front door opened on its own, and Patton's best friend stepped through, his hair perfectly parted and his matching glasses sparkling.
Patton pouted. “I was going to open the door for you.”
“You seem to forget that I possess a key leading directly to your living room,” Logan reminded him, adjusting his glasses for no reason at all. “If I were not responsible, you could have been robbed several times since we were thirteen.”
“That's why we trust you,” Alliyah shouted from the kitchen. “Patt, sweetie, you forgot to eat breakfast.”
“I'll eat it on the way!” He yelled back. “Lo is driving!”
Dienna gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her heart. “Lo… our sweet baby…”
“Yes, that will be all.” Logan bowed swiftly and steps out of the open door. “Patton, don't forget to wear that necklace Roman gave you for your anniversary. He will be upset if you don't.”
“Oh,” Patton remembered, his eyes wide behind his glasses. “Right, the charm -- I'll get that right away, wait in the car!”
He dashed back to his room, nearly slipping on the onesie in the entrance, and tore through his dresser to find the small box.
“It's blue,” he reminded himself. “Blue, blue -- oh!”
He rendered it triumphantly, smiling as it fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. He tossed the lid away and fumbled with the necklace, looking in the mirror for guidance as it finally fitted around his neck.
The necklace was beautiful, the chain a light silver and the charm a young green leaf. However, as Patton looked at his necklace in the mirror, it started to look less and less green and took on a red hue, as if it was dying.
The metal leaf shriveled up quickly, and as Patron backed away from the mirror, broken pieces floated in the air in front of him.
Finally, the leaf was gone.
He raised his voice. “Uh… Lo?”
“You better not call anyone,” the leaf warned him, “or I swear to god -”
Patton tried to run away, but his room was small and rather cluttered. The door wouldn't open no matter how much he tried, and as weird as it was to admit, he was stuck in his bedroom with a broken, talking, floating metal leaf.
“I don't understand you,” the leaf told him. “Why are you running? Why are you running?”
“You're a talking leaf,” Patton informed it, “that just broke off of my boyfriend's necklace.”
The leaf scoffed. “I'm pretty sure it's your necklace now, kiddo, seeing that he gave it to you.”
“That doesn't -” Patton shook his head. “Not what I'm concerned about, leaf.”
The leaf cursed in what Patton was pretty sure was Latin. “Kid, I'm not a fucking leaf. I'm a person. I mean, I'm not a person, I just -- look, I thought this would freak you out less.”
“You,” Patton told the leaf, “just crumpled off of my necklace and are floating above my bed. I am thoroughly freaked out.”
“Oh, whatever.” The leaf shook. “If you say so.”
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting out of a leaf, but it certainly hadn't been for the parts to fuse together and elongate, measuring out to be a giant leaf the size of him looking like a failed tape project.
“So you can talk?” Patton ventured.
“Well, yeah I can talk,” the leaf buzzed. “I'm not the demon equivalent of Jared, 19.”
“He never learned how to read,” Patton remembered, quickly calming down.
“Speaking of not learning things, would you happen -” The leaf shook. “Do you know how to -”
“How to not be a leaf?” Patton offered.
“Yeah, that.” The leaf huffed. “God, I wish this came with a fucking button or something -”
The leaf shimmered and shrank a bit, giving Patton a bit more legroom. However, the leaf grew black horns and red eyes, which was creepy enough for a leaf. The monstrosity soon turned into a teenage boy wearing ripped black jeans and a My Chemical Romance hoodie -- which wasn't any less creepy, because he looked exactly like Patton, and he could've sworn that the MCR shirt was his.
He wasn't sure whether to be shocked or afraid, so he went for a combination of both, drawing his face into what he was sure was no better than the other boy's.
“Stop doing that, it’s weird,” the other boy complained, fiddling with his sleeves.
“That's definitely my shirt,” Patton told him, at a lack of anything else to say. “That's the stain that Roman put on it at Disneyland.”
“You're wearing it right now,” the other pointed out.
Patton looked down. “Oh.”
“Anyway, I'm Virgil.” The boy stood up and offered his hand, which Patton reluctantly accepted. “I'm you, but, like, a demon.”
The door swung open, both moms and Logan standing in the entrance. They all simultaneously gasped, Logan's glasses sliding off of his beet red face and falling to the floor.
