#and looking forward to stargazing with my kiddos later this week!

[asparkofhopeiswhatimafter]

blessings roll call!

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Bubble Baths and Sweet Snacks (TSS Fateful Fae AU)

Ao3 ~~~ Wattpad

First Part, Last Part, Next Part

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Janus, Logan, Roman, Remus

Relationships: Moxiety (Platonic), Moxiety (Eventual Romantic), LAMPDR (Background, Platonic)

TW: Mention of Past Injury, Scars, Brief Implications of Pain, Panic, Knives, Violence (Playful),

cw: Bathing Together, Possessiveness, Fire, Food, Remus (Sympathetic- Mentioned), Janus (Sympathetic), Patton (Sympathetic), Crying (Brief), Embarrassment (Brief), Cursing

Enjoy!

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Patton maybe shouldn’t care for a mortal so much. He didn’t even have dibs on him- J had called it far earlier than any of them, whether he’d admit it or not. It was clear he’d claimed V after they had first met. Now that Patton had taken the time- though he genuinely could say it felt more like it was gifted to them- to learn more about the mortal, he fully understood.

V was just too precious. Though he tried to act tough and walled off, his walls seemed to crumble at the smallest expression of affection. Trained stale looks quickly melted away into soft expressions when Patton ruffled his hair or rubbed his back while passing by. A simple praise seemed enough to make him weak at the knees.

Patton definitely didn’t underestimate V’s ability though. V could take care of himself- as he’d expressed constantly at the endless care that the chorus of fae had to give. V would cook on his own in the dead of night, go foraging, go on walks. Even when V had first arrived, he was fierce and careful to read deeply into what others were saying, searching for hidden meanings behind words that they would say. It took weeks for V to finally allow the others to be gentle with him- a little longer for him to allow the Duke to come anywhere near him.

Duke whined about it every day when he’d find V sitting by one of the others or sharing a tender moment. His whining only earned him a smack upside the head by J and a hearty laugh from Princey.

Patton learned quickly and took note of everything V enjoyed. His favorite drink was a hot chocolate with a small amount of spiced rum. His favorite food was pasta with just a ladle worth of sweet tomato sauce. His favorite smell was lavender and vanilla with just a hint of juniper.

Patton adored how particular V was and was always determined to find out more of his favorite things, find out what he loved, find out what he hated; the faeries actually shared a list of things that V hated as a precaution- none of them wished to make him unhappy. And how could they?

V was their everything. The fun they’d been searching for hundreds of years. The random factor, a common cause for them to come together. The final piece that they always felt was missing but just couldn’t find until now. They would recreate reality just for him; rewrite every story, spin and weave the world until it was perfect for V.

V was theirs and Patton was eternally grateful to the universe for it.

Timeskip

V sighed happily, pushing his head against Patton's hands and he lathered V’s hair. Fingers scratched pleasantly against his scalp as he was washed. His eyes had fallen shut a long time ago, his long lashes fluttering every few moments. Patton smiled gently at the mortal, warmth filling his chest as the boy practically melted under his touch.

“Do you like that little one?” Patton hummed, chuckling slightly when V sighed blearily back and leaned more and more against his hands and the tub. White suds shimmered from the candlelight nearby, the warm glow of the fire making V’s skin glow.

“Lean your head back a bit kiddo, I don’t want to irritate your eyes.” Patton warned, muttering a soft praise when he tilted his head. The fae frowned at the sight of bruises covering V’s neck. Words caught in his throat; it pained him to ignore the possibility that V was in danger, but he also tried so hard to rationalize it. Before he could get too deep into his own head, he realized that V was looking up at him through cloudy eyes.

“Are you tired, little one?” V nodded absentmindedly, blinking slowly with a sleepy smile across his face. Patton ran a hand through his hair and rested another hand on his back, gently leading him to lay back in the water so that he could wash out the soap.

V hummed happily at the feeling of warm water against his scalp and Patton's hands in his hair. Patton scratched the place behind his ear carefully, holding back a cooing sound when V closed his eyes again and leaned into the touch.

“You only have to do this, then you can do whatever you want. Oh! L told me to tell you that you should go stargazing with him tonight. You don't have to if you don't want to though,” Patton pushed some soap away from V’s forehead, “We understand if you’re tired.” V whined sadly when Patton pushed him out of the water.

“Hold on kiddo,” Patton laughed, keeping a hand on his back, “I need to wash you.” V’s eyes opened abruptly, making Patton freeze. A panicked sheen made his eyes shine as he began to bring his hands up to cover his body.

“Would you be more comfortable if I left the room while you washed and I just did your back?” He asked, rubbing his back slowly. V shook his head and stared off for a moment. He brought his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, leaning over to let Patton see his back.

Patton grimaced at the sight of scarring down V’s lower back. Scratching and rashes rested on his hip bone. V winced as Patton poured water down his back and gently rubbed the spots that were still scarring over, cleaning wounds from while muttering little apologies under his breath. Patton froze as V sucked in a sharp breath, freezing where he was sitting.

“Kiddo?” He asked cautiously. V shivered and rubbed at his arms. Patton frowned and ran a hand through V’s hair.

“Does it hurt? Are you cold?” He didn’t respond. Patton let out a sigh and took one of his hands.

“Little one, you have to tell me if it hurts okay? I don’t want you hurting. And if it’s too cold I can heat up the water.” V pursed his lips.

“Doesn’t that take time though?”

“V, sweetheart, I’m a fae. Heating up water is possible in a blink of an eye. I promise it’s fine with me.” Patton rubbed gently at V’s shoulder. “... Yeah, it’s cold. It’s makin’ ‘m sting,” V mumbled, looking away. Patton nodded and dipped a hand in the water stirring with small shimmers of his magic swimming past the bubbles until V nodded that the temperature was good. Carefully, Patton went back to cleaning V’s shoulders.

Patton scratched gently at his back, the pit in his stomach fading away as V began to relax again. Soap gathered and covered his back, the potent smell of lavender filling the small room. V slumped forward slightly, bringing his shoulders up to help Patton reach more.

Gods, Patton loved this boy. He honestly couldn’t tell if he loved him romantically or platonically at this point, but it didn’t really matter to him. The point was that he would tear the world apart for the boy in front of him. He could do no wrong, say no wrong. Patton would barely hesitate to say he was a gift from the gods themselves.

Oh dear, Patton really had fallen far for him. J had warned him and he hadn’t listened. Though, looking at the way V’s eyes closed gently at the feeling of warm hands on his back… He couldn't say he was mad about it.

Timeskip

“Do you know where V is?” Patton asked L the next day.

“Unfortunately I do not. He did not join me last night for stargazing. I imagine he is in his room.” L said, not looking up from his book. Patton frowned and ran a hand through his hair.

“V wasn’t in his room when I checked in on him this morning.”

“Could he possibly be on a morning stroll?”

“After a bath?”

“Hm,” L closed his book, pursing his lips, “Maybe check on the Prince. I overheard that he was planning to spend a day with V sometime.” Patton sighed and looked to the side. He really wanted to spend the day baking with V. L stared blankly at Patton before pushing himself up and gently clasping a hand against his arm.

“I’m sure the Prince would let you spend the day with V if you asked. He may not be too happy or quick to agree but that’s just how he is,” L said with the ghost of smile, “I could accompany you if you would like. I have been meaning to speak to the prince about… something anyway. Patton smiled and sent a knowing look to L.

“Is it about your jam or about V?”

“About V, why would it be about my jam?” Patton’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat.

“Uhh, just forget I said anything.” L squinted and pursed his lips before sighing and relaxing his features,

“I’ll ask him later. Shall we?” L extended an arm to Patton who smiled and looped his arm around.

“We shall.”

Timeskip

When the two had finally arrived in the fae forest, the Prince was sitting on a log with J, the two watching V who was crouched down by the lake playing with one of the fish. Patton had no doubt that the Duke was nearby- most likely in the lake. Pat carefully untangled L and his arms before the two walked forward to their respective people.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha’ up to?” Patton asked, bending down and tilting his head slightly. V looked up at him, slightly dazed, and blinked for a few moments.

“I’m…“ He paused, his brain taking a moment to catch up, “I’m just… relaxing for a bit.” Patton smiled and brought a hand up, scratching Virgil’s head.

“Would you be interested in maybe baking with me? I wanna make angel food cake and I think you might have fun.” V leaned into the touch, slowly closing his eyes while nodding. Pat carefully moved his hand away standing up and offering him a hand.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Prince protested, standing up with a slight form on his face. J also looked upset when V stood up and held Patton’s hand tightly.

“I’m borrowing V to go bake.” Patton explained, looking down and smiling gently at V when he nuzzled into his side. “Did you ask before just taking him?” J hissed with no real bite.

“I asked V, he said he’s fine with it.”

“I didn’t mean V.” Janus rolled his eyes, standing up and fixing his hair to the side before crossing his arms. Pat laughed a bit and moved a hand to start rubbing V’s back.

“V isn’t just a prize for us to pass around, you know that right?” He teased. The Prince huffed and toed at the ground.

“Yes but it’s our turn with him. You got to play with him all night yesterday!” He whined, gesturing lightly to V.

“V and I only took a bath then I sent him to bed, you can play with him tomorrow,” Pat looked at L who was tapping his foot impatiently, “Also, I’m afraid I may have spilled the beans to L about your little… incident.” A bit of panic flashed in the Prince’s eyes as he looked over to L who appeared to be very mad.

“Oh, so you did do something to my jam?” J covered his mouth and looked away, hiding his smile. Patton rolled his eyes and squeezed V’s hand, gently tugging it towards him before walking forward.

“If you need us, we’ll be in the kitchen.” V waved a small goodbye before leaning into Patton’s side.

“The fuck is goin on up here?”

“Go away Duke!”

Timeskip

The kitchen door creaked as Patton pushed it open. He snapped his fingers, the candles in the room imminently being set aflame- their light being a little brighter than normal. V cautiously walks in behind him, stealthily pushing the stool he had forgotten to put back in it’s spot the night before.

“Do you want to stand and help cook or sit and help stir?” Pat asked, opening his recipe book and getting down the ingredients he needed with ease.

“I can do whatever.” V said, attempting to act indifferent. Patton looked through the recipe another time before turning to V.

“Would you be okay chopping the strawberries while I make the honey caramel?” V nodded and opened a lower cabinet, taking out a cutting board. Patton tilted his head slightly before shaking his head and opening the cutlery drawer- all made out of bronze of course. He carefully took out a knife and placed it on the cutting board.

“Be careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt now, would we?” Patton teased.

“I can handle myself, Pat.” For some reason, he wanted to disagree. Patton held his tongue in favor of just smiling and shaking his head fondly. Patton opened his

A few minutes passed, the quiet tapping of the knife against the cutting board and soft clinking of Patton’s spoon hitting the side of his pot. Every few moments V would slide the knife across the board and push the excess strawberry pieces into the trash.

The first week V was here, Patton had invited him to cook with him. It was just something simple; a soup with various cheeses and broccoli. What made it unusual was V’s reaction to Patton telling him to throw away the end of the broccoli.

Flashback

“Don’t we need it?” V asked, genuine confusion crossing his face. Patton looked up from where he was grating cheese and smiled.

“Nope! That part’s bitter anyway, too tough for J to eat. The Duke likes it though so if you really want to put it to use. Though, I do think the Duke said he doesn’t like it as much anymore,” Pat paused, “Never mind, just throw it away. It’s no big deal.” V’s eyes were wide. He looked like he wanted to say something but was holding his words back.

He still hadn’t moved to throw it out.

“But… isn’t that wasting food? It’s- it’s still edible, right?” V asked, looking at the bottom, “It’s just a bit tough, can’t we just cook it extra long?”

“No no, it’s fine, it’s just food. We’re eating most of it anyway. No one here likes the bottom-” Patton stopped, raising an eyebrow, “Do you like the bottom? If you do, we can cook it, it'll just take a little extra time.”

“NO!” The two of them flinched, V looking back at the vegetable, panicking slightly.

“I mean- no, I’m fine. S- I regret starting this argument.” V mumbled.

“Oh little one, this wasn’t an argument, it’s fine really,” Pat tried to read V’s face from the side, “Little one, I promise I’m not angry.”

“... You’re not?” Chills ran up Patton’s back as he heard V whisper softly, so scared, so vulnerable. He almost wanted to cry.

“I promise. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” Patton reassured. He smiled when V nodded softly, going back to cutting the vegetables.

A pit still sat in his stomach at the realization that V was still tense as can be. He wanted to reach out and hold him when V winced slightly at the knife got a little too close to his hand. Patton just had him stir the pot for him instead.

End Of Flashback

“Okay, now just put it in the box.” Patton explained, helping V move the strawberries.

“Won’t the juice seep into the wood?” He tilted his head, hesitating slightly. “Nope! The container is made out of copper, the Prince just painted it to look like wood. Come here, run a finger down the side.” Pat extended a hand, smiling when V carefully moved to put his hand on his palm. Slowly, Patton moved their hands and rubbed the back of V’s hand on the container, laughing a bit when V’s eyes widened in wonder.

“This- looks really realistic. How?”

“The Prince has been painting for decades, he’s picked up the skill very easily. If you would like, I’m sure he would love to teach you one day.” Patton said. V paused before nodding, moving his hand back to start pushing the strawberries into the jar.

“Why-”

“... What’s wrong?”

“Never mind. I shouldn’t be asking so many questions. So-” V sighed, taking a long blink, “Please excuse me for-”

“Little one, you don’t need to apologize for having questions. It’s good to be curious. Honestly, I’m happy that you’re comfortable enough to ask.” Patton reassured. V finished putting in the strawberries and set the cutting board down.

“Really?”

“Really,” Pat set a gentle gaze oh V, “You can ask any of us anything. If one of us doesn’t know something, another is sure to. If you have any questions that you think are… more complicated, you can go to L. He’s a lot smarter than I am. J is also good for answering questions about the realm if you ever get confused by how something works.”

“... Why are we putting the strawberries in here if we’re just putting them on the cake?”

“We have to macerate them first so that they don’t taste bitter. Do you want to help me with it or do you just want to watch?” Patton got the sugar down and opened the top of the jar. “Could… could you walk me through it while I help?” V asked. Patton almost miss the small whisper of “I don’t want to be useless” but refrained from mentioning anything.

“Of course. Come, stand here for me.” Patton stepped back, smiling as V stood in front of him, “Good,now, take the measuring cup- yes just like that- and get a big scoop of sugar… Great job, now just drop it onto the strawberries.” They repeated the steps a few more times, V growing lightly tense as more and more sugar was added.

“What if we add too much.”

“There’s never enough sugar- plus some of it will burn away and caramelize inside of the cake when it cooks.”

“But what if it doesn’t?”

“I promise it will, and if it doesn’t, what’s the harm in a little more sugar?”

“Okay, that should be enough, no hold on just a moment.” Patton reached carefully around V and took the jar. V watched curiously as Pat stepped away, walking a few feet before stopping.

“Be careful, this is where the workout comes in. If you want, you can start on the cake, the recipe is right on the counter.”

Patton waited for V to turn around to start to shake the jar, his face scrunching up in concentration. After about a minute, he stopped, opening the jar and nodding before moving the jar to the ice box. When he looked back up, V was still reading the recipe, his shoulders tense.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked, walking up and frowning at V’s tear-glazed eyes, “hey, hey, what’s wrong? Come on little one, talk to me.”

V’s shoulders shook, tears starting to fall down his face. He raised his hands to wipe them away angrily, frustration covering his features. Patton slowly reached up, giving V enough time to pull away before he too his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, yeah? Come on, breath in, yes, good. Now breathe out- wonderful. You’re doing perfectly.” Patton rubbed at V’s hands, gently kneading them to keep him grounded, “Are you okay? You can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I- I can’t… fuck…” Patton slowly brought V into a gentle hug.

“Take your time little one, it’s okay. Shhh, shhh, breathe sweetheart.”

V’s tears slowed but he was still hiccuping every few moments. Patton gently rubbed his back, hushing him and murmuring soft reassurances into his ear. The two slowly ricked from side to side, V relishing in the warmth of Patton’s arms.

“I don’t know.” V spoke into Patton’s sweater, causing him to look down.

“You don’t know what little one?”

“I don’t know how to…” V paused and flushed red, attempting to bury himself in Pat’s arms. He thought for a moment, recalling the past few minutes before it clicked.

“You don’t know how to read?”

“No, no, I- I can read it’s just…” V sighed, “It’s hard to read this. The letters don’t look right and I keep- I keep flipping words around.”

Ah, okay.

“Would it be easier for you if I helped and read it out for you?” Patton asked, smiling when V nodded into his chest. “Okay, let’s try this again.”

Timeskip

Later that night at dinner time, all the fae gathered at the pond smiling when V and Patton arrived with two picnic baskets. The twins had set up candles and called for fireflies to light their night time picnic. L had laid out a few blankets and lit a lemon and wood candle to keep bugs away. J had… done nothing really. What? He was working on the gateway that evening, he deserved a break.

That didn’t stop the others from making him have to take food last.

“This is delicious, thank you.”

“Absolutely divine.”

“Thank you darlings, this is wonderful.”

“Holy fuck this is good.”Patton laughed and shook his head, looking over to V who was happily eating a sandwich and snacking on strawberries.

“Do you like it sweetheart?” V nodded happily and bit into another strawberries. Patton smiled. He found V’s favorite fruit.

[max-is-tired]

Somewhere Off In Outer Space

Pairing: Analogical, Royality, platonic Logince, platonic Moxiety

Characters: Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Remy (mentioned), Emile Picani (mentioned) Nate/slow-mo guy (mentioned)

Words: 1.694

Warnings: alcohol mentions, the rest is pure tooth-rotting fuff.

Notes: YES HELLO THIS IS ALL @introverted-happiness‘ FAULT. This is all fluff. All of it. No angst, no tears, just fluff.

... those are words I never thought I would write. Vic, I blame you for this. Anyway yeah, hit me up if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know if you liked this, reblogs, comments and asks are always welcome! 

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“LOGAN GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT CHAIR WE GOT A PARTY TO ATTEND!”

Logan barely flinches at his roommate’s sudden entrance, eyes still glued to his Physics textbook.

“Don’t know if you’ve noticed, Roman, but I’m quite busy at the moment.” Logan points out, writing down some notes. “Why don’t you go bug your cousin? You know how much he loves parties.”

“Already tried, but Remy’s got a date with Emile tonight.” Roman groans, flopping down on Logan’s bed. “Logan, please! Nate told me Patton will be there and I’m in dire need of moral support.”

Logan finally looks up and raises an eyebrow, fully aware of Roman’s big, gay crush on the sociology major. “Are you finally planning to ask him out? It would be quite the time, you’ve been infatuated with him since high school.”

“He’s just too cute, Logan!” Ah, here it is again. The hopeless pining, as Virgil calls it. “I can’t deal with it. He makes me act like a fool, I swear. A fool! Me! He just needs to smile at me and boom! I can barely remember my name.”

“I don’t know, I remember you acting like a fool even before you started having feelings for Patton.” Logan quips, not quite able to stop himself. Roman shoots him an half-hearted glare, chucking a pillow at him.

Logan easily catches it, rolling his eyes. “Please refrain from throwing my pillows around.” He says, slightly annoyed. “And I’m afraid I can’t accompany you. As you can see, I have to study.”

It’s Roman’s turn to raise an eyebrow, scepticism written all over his face. “When is that chapter due, Logan?”

“Next Thursday, why?”

“It’s Friday, Specs!” Roman exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air, “Come on, live a little! You have all of next week to study.”

Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You’re not going to leave until I agree, are you?”

Roman beams at him, not even a little bit apologetic. “You know me so well.”

“Roman?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

Virgil grips his beer tighter, trying to ignore the loud music blasting in his hears. “Remind me why am I here again?”

Beside him, Patton grins, holding up his own cup –non-alcoholic juice, since he’s very lightweight and they don’t want a repeat of the last time Patton was left unsupervised near alcohol. “Because Nate invited both of us to this party and you didn’t want to let me go alone?”

“More like, I didn’t want to leave you on your own in a room with that idiot of Roman’s cousin and alcohol present at the same time.” Virgil grumbles, “Once was more than enough.”

“Oh, come on kiddo! It wasn’t that bad.”

“You were crying over a frog you had found in the park because you thought Princey had been cursed by, and I quote, ‘an evil Dragon Witch jealous of his outstanding beauty’. I had to stop you more than once from kissing it.”

Patton has the decency to look a little embarrassed at that, looking away with a faint blush on his cheeks. “It was a very cute frog.” He mumbles, pouting.

Virgil smirks, taking another swig of his beer. “Sure it was, Pat.”

They keep on the sidelines of the party for a while, content with sipping from their cups and occasionally chatting.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted to come to this party so much.” Virgil points out after a while, “I know Nate invited us, but he’s barely acknowledged us and I don’t even think he would have realized if we didn’t co-”

Beside him, Patton –who’s obviously barely been listening to him, too busy restlessly scanning the room- suddenly lights up, head snapping towards the entrance with a big smile stretching on his face.

“Roman and Logan are here!” he exclaims, basically bouncing on his step. Startled, Virgil follows his gaze and sure enough, he spots the two guys entering the crowd of drunk college students. After a quick sweep of their surroundings, Roman seems to catch sight of them, immediately grabbing Logan’s arm and starting to make his way towards them.

Realization dawns on Virgil, a little smirk appearing on his face. “Ah, so that’s the reason.” He drawls, eyes shining with mirth as he watches Patton’s cheeks redden considerably.

“Nate may or may not have told me Roman would be here,” He sheepishly admits, “but hey, Logan is here too!”

“That he is.” Virgil muses, watching as Roman approaches them with the astrophysics major in tow.

“Patton, Virgil!” Roman exclaims, smiling broadly at them. “What a surprise to meet you both here!”

Still bouncing, Patton greets them both with an excited hug and a blinding smile –which seems to immediately turn Roman into a puddle, as the gay mess he is. As for him, Virgil simply lifts two fingers to his temple in salute and flicks them away from his head, still sipping his beer –he’ll need all the alcohol he can get if he wants to not die from second-hand embarrassment while watching Roman and Patton hopelessly pine for each other.

Not even five minutes later, both Patton and Roman are nowhere to be found in the sea of people packing the house, leaving Virgil and Logan standing awkwardly on the sidelines.

Virgil shoots a glance at his friend, taking in his stiff stance and overall how uncomfortable they both seem to be, and pointedly drowns the last of his beer.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Please.”

They end up walking aimlessly through their little college town, only the two of them. They’re near the library, where nobody else ever is that late at night–least of all on a Friday, when most of the student body only wants to have fun and forget about books and looming exams.

They’ve stopped talking for a while now, but it’s not awkward or unpleasant. It has always been like this, between them –they revel in each other’s silence, much more content with keeping each other company while working on their own thing, undisturbed.

Now that Virgil thinks about it, that’s probably one of the reasons he likes Logan so much.

“May I ask how did you end up at that party?” Logan suddenly speaks up, snapping Virgil out of his thoughts. “You don’t look like somebody that enjoys that type of thing.”

“Patton dragged me there.” Virgil explains, sighing, “Apparently Nate told him Roman would be there and there was no way in hell I was going to leave him unsupervised near alcohol and Roman’s cousin. I learned my lesson last year.”

“Ah, yes. The frog incident.” Logan nods, not quite able to hide his amused smirk at the memory. “Roman did quite the same to me, actually. He barged into my room and demanded I accompanied him.”

“Couldn’t he ask Remy?”

“Apparently he was otherwise occupied in an outing with Emile. I knew he would not have left me alone until I agreed, and here I am.”

Virgil lets out a little laugh, more than familiar with Roman’s dramatic antics. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t end up hitting him with one of those textbooks. He would have deserved it.”

Logan shrugs, looking away to try and hide his amused grin. “Sadly, if that were the case, I think his thick skull would have protected him from getting injured. It would only be a waste of books, I’m afraid.”

“Still, I think it would have been hilarious.” Virgil snickers, before looking up. It’s a clear night, the moon shining undisturbed with no clouds in sight, and yet the city lights prevent him to see most of the constellations littering the night sky. It’s little things like this that make him miss his home the most, the little house in the countryside he was forced to leave behind when he moved away for college.

“You know…” Virgil sighs, something sad and disappointed flickering in his gaze, “sometimes I really miss being able to see the stars clearly.”

“They’re quite the sight, aren’t they?” Logan hums, but he’s not looking at the stars. He’s staring at Virgil, eyes so soft and open as he admires him. Virgil doesn’t notice, too caught up in his own thoughts, so Logan takes his time, drinking him in with a soft smile on his lips. Then, he closes his eyes, taking in a steadying breath and releasing it slowly to calm his pounding heart.

There’s something Logan has wanted to do for a long time now and maybe, just maybe, he has finally found the courage to take the next step forward.

“You know,” he finally speaks up, eyes flickering to the side when Virgil turns to look at him. Logan knows that if he meets those beautiful dark eyes he’ll never be able to carry on with his plan, and he can’t let that happen –not like all the times before, when a single look had sent shivers down his spine and almost transformed him into a stuttering mess, words dying on tip of his tongue and thoughts tangling in his head. “There’s a place just outside town where I often go if I want to stargaze. We could go together, sometime.”

Silence stretches, and Logan finally turns to look at Virgil. “Only if you’re interested, of course.” He adds, rather sheepishly.

Virgil blinks, Logan’s words properly processing in his head, and then lets out a little laugh. “Why Logan, are you asking me out on a date?” he teases, cheeks growing just a little bit warmer.

Logan’s eyes widen just a fraction, something akin to panic flashing in them –but it’s gone as soon as it came, a determined fire replacing it and yup, Virgil is totally gone for this boy. “It depends.” He muses, a blush faintly dusting his cheeks. “Do you want it to be?”

Taken aback, Virgil blinks. And blinks. And blinks. Then, when the meaning of that question finally registers and he realizes that wow, Logan really is serious about this, a smile slowly stretches across his face, hand moving to interlace his fingers with Logan’s.

“…Yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.”

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Also @teacupfulofstarshine bc I know Starmom is analogical trash.