#he just found the ensuing events after he pucked up really funny

[seismologically-silly]

midsummer night’s dream is so good you guys

[virgilmydarkstrangeson]

A Halloween Surprise

A/N: Hoo boy, it’s been so long since I really wrote a one-shot, but I was a part of the Halloween exchange in the lovely @darknightvirgil discord server (join that btw there are so many awesome people). I had Kai, a fellow Brit, so I hope you like it, Kai!

Summary: Logan had to have been dreaming. There was no other way to logically explain what he had witnessed, yet no amount of pinching his skin or reading multiple signs and pages alerted him to be dreaming, except for what had ensued. Pairing: Romantic Analogical, platonic Moxiety Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood / wounds, demons, werewolves, other spooky creatures, if you see anything else just tell me!! Word Count: 1868

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Logan had to have been dreaming. There was no other way to logically explain what he had witnessed, yet no amount of pinching his skin or reading multiple signs and pages alerted him to be dreaming, except for what had ensued.

It had been a regular Saturday, there was no indication of anything strange happening, even with it being Halloween. The office where Logan worked had a few cheesy streamers and fake cobwebs littered around, and most of his coworkers had dressed up for the occasion, but that was it, not a single paranormal occurrence, as if Logan would ever believe in ghosts or anything of the sort by a door randomly opening or a light switch flicking.

After work, Logan had stopped by the nearby cafe - which had been completely decked out with jack-o-lanterns, fake spiders, skulls and the like - to pick up his boyfriend of nearly four years, Virgil, from his own work. Having had a very stressful week of working on top of already high anxiety, Virgil didn’t feel up to celebrate Halloween this year, so neither of them had dressed up or even decorated their shared apartment, instead choosing to buy some takeout and head home for the night.

This was when the unexplainable event happened. While Logan and Virgil were walking through an oddly quiet area of town, what sounded like metal scraping against the ground sounded from the alleyway they had just walked past, followed by a shriek.

“What was that?” Virgil’s head snapped towards the alleyway, instinctively grabbing hold of Logan’s arm.

“It was most likely nothing. Do you want to check it out?” Virgil nodded, and together they slowly made their way back to the alley, Virgil’s grip on Logan’s arm becoming an almost deathly tight hold with each step.

There was a figure, shrouded in shadow but appearing all too large to be human, standing in the middle of the alley. Virgil seemed to stiffen up, however, Logan felt his unease dissipate. “Just somebody trying to scare us on Halloween, let’s go get some dinner.” Logan turned to walk away, and a hushed, almost inhuman whisper was his only warning.

“Dinner indeed…”

“Lo, look out!” Virgil yelled before Logan was pushed to the floor, his glasses being knocked off his face in the process. A kind of purple mist seemed to roll in from nowhere, and by the time Logan scrambled to his feet and slipped his glasses back on, Virgil was on his hands and knees, clutching his side and panting.

“What on Earth just-” Logan started before he realised that Virgil was bleeding from where he was holding onto his side. “Virgil are you okay!? Holy crap we need to get you to a hospital-”

“No,” Virgil coughed, struggling to stand on his feet. “We should go to Pat’s.”

“You’re bleeding and I didn’t even see anything happen, we should get you professional help right away.” Virgil looked Logan straight in the eyes, an action Logan wasn’t used to due to Virgil’s aversion to making eye contact. What was even stranger was that Virgil’s eyes were a brilliant yellow, a stark contrast to the usual dark chocolate-esque colour, and Logan could’ve sworn his eyes were a natural colour just a few minutes ago.

“We’re going to Patton’s, now.” Yet another occurrence, Virgil never referred to Patton by his full name, not in the time Logan had known them at least, as Virgil and Patton had been best friends for longer than Logan had known either of them. But, upon hearing the urgency in Virgil’s voice, Logan fought the logical side of his brain that was screaming at him to call an ambulance and helped Virgil a few blocks over to where Patton’s apartment was located, on the ground floor luckily for both Virgil and Logan.

Patton opened the door with a beaming smile, but as soon as he saw Virgil his face became sombre as he led the pair into his living room and got Virgil to lie on the couch. Strangely, he didn’t seem confused or even alarmed by the sudden appearance of a bleeding Virgil and began to dig out a first aid kit and bandage Virgil up without hesitation.

“Can you tell me what the hell happened now?” Logan spoke up around five minutes later, once Virgil’s wound was fully bandaged. Virgil slowly sat up and sighed, refusing to even look at Logan, let alone make eye contact.

“That thing that tried to kill you… was a demon.” Virgil’s voice was hushed, and while Patton gasped, seemingly horrified, Logan simply cocked an eyebrow.

“A demon? Virgil you know I don’t believe in mythical creatures.” Meanwhile, Patton was reevaluating Virgil’s wound, as if this information was life-threatening.

“Funny thing to say as the only human in the room,” Patton commented as if it was a normal thing to say, which had Logan’s breath catching in his throat.

“Excuse me, Patton?”

“Pat, he doesn’t know…” Virgil groaned out, trying to swat Patton’s hands away from his wound. “I pushed him down and his glasses fell off.”

“So you mean to tell me you fended off a demon in the little time it takes to put a pair of glasses on?”

“It didn’t seem to be a part of the big clans, I think it was just looking for defenceless humans to get a quick fix. It went for me once then ran when I retaliated after all.”

“Okay, can someone please explain what the hell is actually going on?” Logan could feel the anger starting to bubble in his throat, now thoroughly stressed out at not knowing what on Earth Patton and Virgil were talking about. After sharing a look, Patton was the one out of the pair that spoke up.

“As Vee said, the creature that attacked you was a demon. Demons are soul-suckers and occasionally also drink human blood, and obviously, it wanted to go after any unsuspecting trick-or-treaters.” Patton shuddered slightly and took a breath before continuing. “Demons are really bad news for us, but luckily this one should’ve been scared enough by Virgil to not come back anytime soon.” Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to take in the information. It was absolutely absurd, yet Patton was never one to lie, and when he did he was exceptionally bad at it.

“Say I were to believe you, that doesn’t explain what you said earlier about me being the only human in the room.”

“Well, it’s true. Guess we can’t hide it anymore if you were attacked by a demon.” Patton shrugged. “I’m a Puck, well I’m part Puck at least. Pucks are like nature spirits kinda, but we’re not fairies. It’s why I’ve always had this.” Patton pointed to the spring green streak that ran through his hair. “Since Pucks have green hair, I ended up with a bit of it. And Virgil-”

“I can shapeshift a bit,” Virgil mumbled, his head down. “Only into a wolf, though.” Logan’s eyes widened, and what he said next was a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what e was saying.

“You’re a… werewolf?”

“Hey, no, that’s rude,” Patton piped up, looking genuinely annoyed. “That’s a really rude way of referring to people who can only change into wolves. He’s a Lupus, they’re Lupi. That’s like calling a Drake a weredragon.”

“A… Drake?”

“Draconids, or Drakes, are like Lupi but they turn into dragons instead of wolves.” Virgil sighed. “Roman always has to be so extra.”

“Wait, Roman? As in, my childhood best friend, the guy who’s like a Disney prince fell out of a movie, Roman Preston?”

“The very same! He’s a Draconid, and super proud of it as well.” Patton beamed, and Logan had to sit down, this new information was making his head spin.

“So what, you three have been hiding that you’re… monsters?”

“Rude. We’re supernatural creatures.” Virgil corrected, and Logan couldn’t help the small pang of guilt that shot through him as he saw the pain in Virgil’s face.

“I mean, you’re the only human in our whole group. We may have been waiting for you to reveal some supernatural trait for a while now but you never did.” Patton laughed nervously, and Logan was gone, he was losing his mind at this information.

“None of you are human? What about Remy?”

“Incubus. A sprite that feeds off of affection, and sort of a cousin to demons.” Patton explained.

“Emile?”

“An Empathy Fae,” Virgil spoke this time. “Can read people’s emotions.”

“Wait, Virgil, is Thomas even your half-brother?” Virgil nodded. He still hadn’t looked at Logan since revealing this secret.

“Uh, yeah. He’s half-Lupus.” Logan sat back in his seat, glasses off and hands pressed against his eyes as his mind tried to process the knowledge of, well, another world. It was mind-bogglingly difficult, especially for Logan’s logic-centred brain, to comprehend, that his friends and boyfriend weren’t human.

“I… I need a lie-down…” Logan spoke maybe five, maybe ten minutes later, before standing up and heading to the spare bedroom that Patton always kept clean in case anybody needed to sleep, and Logan did just that. He laid down and was immediately asleep, his mind whirring even in his dreams.

When Logan awoke, his mind was foggy, and he felt as if he had been sleeping for years. He sat up, found his glasses and looked around, before realising that he was in Patton’s guest bedroom. It was then that Logan remembered the obscene dream he had, where all of his friends were actually monsters in disguise. Had to have been a dream, obviously.

So when Logan left the room, he saw Virgil in his signature hoodie, eyes their natural colour, and Patton, with that weird green streak in his hair he insisted on never changing for some odd reason, talking over mugs of what Logan could only assume to be coffee, knowing Virgil. Speaking of, it was Virgil who first noticed that Logan was there, and he was up, looking worried.

“How do you feel?” Virgil’s voice was low and concerned, which puzzled Logan slightly.

“Fine, although I don’t remember exactly how we got here.” In his half-awake state, Logan missed Patton’s alarmed look towards them from the kitchen, as he was zeroing in on both Virgil and the smell of coffee.

“This random guy was being a dick and trying to scare us, and I’m not sure how but you slipped and kinda hit your head a bit, so I brought you back here to make sure you were okay.” Virgil gave Logan a small smile, before giving him the mug of coffee he had been holding. “Pat was just telling me about the trick-or-treaters he got last night.”

As Logan sat down, he missed the look that Patton and Virgil shared, and he failed to see the faint yellow glint in Virgil’s eyes and the fact that the green streak in Patton’s hair was brighter than before. But he wouldn’t have thought anything of it if he had seen either of those things after all his dream was just a bizarre dream, and monsters were make-believe for Halloween movies and cheap costumes.

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