#the ones where virgil gets butterflies or roman gets hurt when his pride is wounded!!

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its missing old sasi aus/fics hours everyone

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Patton walked out to his garden as the sun disappeared, kneeling down and placing two sugar cubes on the wooden edge. It was an age-old tradition of his, leaving sugar cubes for any fae who stopped by. He’d noticed that they had started to go missing every night, and he couldn’t help but hope that maybe a little faerie was hiding among the tomatoes, waiting for the human to leave so that they could fly out and snatch the sweet treat.

What he didn’t expect was to see a small humanoid dart between two strawberry stems.

Patton tilted his head, sitting slowly. “Hello? Is someone there? It’s okay if you are. I’d love to give you the sugar directly.”

A few seconds past and Patton gasped as a young fae poked his head out of the plants, staring at the human warily. When he finally decided Patton didn’t intend to harm, he walked out, hunched in on himself, and politely reached out his hands for the sugar.

He had no wings.

Patton frowned internally but kept up a gentle smile on the outside as he handed the sugar cubes to the fae. The fae nodded in gratitude, then sprinted back into hiding.

“I hope to see you again,” Patton whispered, st2an2ding up and leaving.

Little did he know that, in the bushes, a young fae named Virgil whispered the same thing as he watched the human retreat.

Slowly, the fae began to relax around Patton. Sometimes Patton could even coax him to stay for a bit of a chat. That was how he learned the faes name was Virgil, and that he had two brothers, Dolos and Remus. Apparently, Dolos and Remus were much more wary around humans, but Patton still hoped to meet them one of these days. He made sure to add another cube to Virgil's nightly bounty so that each fae could have one.

Then, after about two months, Patton stopped seeing the fae. He knew the band was still there, the sugar cubes still gone every night, normally before he made it to his door, but Virgil never made an appearance. Patton tried not to despair. Maybe something had spooked him. He would probably regain his confidence soon. Right?

Then, one night, about a week after it started, he was awoken by someone very tiny yanking at his hair. He startled awake, nearly knocking poor Virgil off of the bed. Virgil waved frantically, trying to force words out despite clearly having no air in his tiny lungs.

“Hey, hey bud, slow down.” Patton picked him up, holding him so that he could examine the fae more closely. Virgil's clothes were stained with what looked like blood in several places, and Patton's heart sank. “Now, can you tell me what happened?”

Virgil started to cry. “It’s Dolos! He took a turn for the worse and he tried to get up to prove he was okay and now there’s blood everywhere-”

“Take me to him,” Patton ordered, gentle.

Virgil nodded, and Patton started off, listening to Virgils instructions.

Neither Remus or Dolos had wings either, Patton noted, driving as fast as he could without breaking the law. Dolos was wheezing and whimpering, scary amount of blood pouring out of several wounds on his tiny body. Remus grabbed tissue after tissue, trying to stop the bleeding that only seemed to get worse.

“Where are we going?” Remus asked.

“My friend Roman is an expert at fae. If anyone can help your friend, he can.” Patton explained.

“No-” Dolos whimpered. “No scientists-”

“He’s not a scientist. He’s just interested.” Patton reassured, wondering what had happened to Dolos to make him protest a scientist while on the brink of a coma.

Patton picked the three up and ran up to the house Roman and Logan shared, pounding on the door. A disgruntled Logan appeared in the doorway. “Patton, what in the name of crofters-”

“I need Roman right now!″ Patton cried, forcing his way past Logan and running up to his friend's room. Roman yelped when his door slammed open, but Patton set the fae on Romans desk. “Dolos is really hurt and you’re the only expert I know and he needs help or else he’s gonna die please-”

“Slow down, padre.” Roman squeezed Patton's hand before turning his attention to the three fae. Virgil and Remus stepped away from Dolos nervously and Roman grabbed a magnifying glass, examining the wounds.

“Patton, I need you to get Logan's medkit. Now.”

“All we can do now is to wait.” Roman explained, sinking onto the sofa w2earily. “The other two are with him.”

Patton nodded. “Hey, Ro, why do they not have wings? Is there a kind of fae that doesn’t?”

Roman shook his head, looping his fingers together. “No, their wings were removed. Actually, a lot of the cut Dolos has seemed like explorative surgery, but it doesn’t look like they were done under any painkillers. Remus and Virgil both have little bits of their wings still on their backs, but someone decided to dig away Dolos’ back where his should be.” Roman shook his head again. “Despicable.”

Logan poked his head in. “Roman, do you mind if I propose something?”

“The floor is yours.”

“Well, I once heard you talking about a fae whose wings were injured and replaced by butterfly wings. I have plenty of undamaged wings in the attic. If the fae are okay with it, perhaps we could give them new wings.”

Roman blinked. “Lo... that’s a brilliant idea! We’ll ask them as soon as Dolos wakes up!”

Logan beamed in pride.

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Weak Heart

Quick Note: So this is from a post I made a while back and it’s my first attempt at a song fic (dunno for sure if that’s what it’s called or if it qualifies but whatever)

But anyway the song is Weak Heart by Ed Prosek and it’s so damn Logince (or at least Logan) I couldn’t help myself so here ya go here’s some kinda angsty (i guess??) Logince content...

The air was still when we first met

And she held my gaze, and I held my breath with all my might

It felt like hours, or maybe days

But when I close my eyes, I see her face

I see her face, yeah

Logan remembered the first time he’d seen this happen. The first time Roman came back from a quest bloodied and bruised and barely alive. It was one of the first times he’d properly met Roman, and now it felt like they were going through the same motions all over again. The same air that went stagnant when he returned to his room from the far corners of the mindscape, the same eyes that were both wide and incredibly heavy-lidded, the same slumped shoulders and shallow breathing that caused Logan to hold his, the same halt of time that made minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days. Logan hadn’t understood then why Roman’s horrified and bloodstained face haunted his nightmares, why his smirk and bright eyes were there every time he blinked. Part of him still wished he didn’t understand.

And it made me ill, to look away

And it hurts me still, cus there's so much more I'd like to say

But I lose my nerve, when it comes to giving you the love

That you deserve, so take my weak heart

Oh take my weak heart

And tie it to yours

Roman and Logan had started dating months before this, Logan had seen his fair share of Roman’s more bloody results from battle, but none of them had been this bad. Patton and Virgil had attempted to pull him away from Roman’s bedside, but it was no use. His hands were clasped firmly around one of Roman’s and he wasn’t about to move. Patton and Virgil left him to sit with Roman, not sure if they wanted to know what he was thinking.

Clutching Roman’s hand in his own, Logan felt a welling in his chest. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there and he didn’t care. He had no idea how many drinks he’d refused from Patton or how many meal announcements he’d ignored. Running his fingers through Roman’s hair, watching his too relaxed, too pale face sleep too soundly, Logan’s heart lurched. Roman had never been down for this long, not completely unconscious like this. It had been a particularly bad battle, he knew that. He also knew in his mind that Roman was going to pull through. He always did.

His heart, though… his heart isn’t as strong as his mind. His heart whispers promises of loss, of Roman not waking up, of Logan never getting the chance to get up the nerve to tell Roman what he’d told Logan so many times before.

So if I fall, I fall for her

And she don't know

That I think she's beautiful, cus I always choke

And the right words come out all wrong

But I swear I love you, Im sorry it took so long

To tell you, to tell you this

“I love you,” Roman would say, so casually and yet with so much bravado and meaning. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky. I love you more than you love Crofter’s. I love you more than all of Disney combined. I love every inch of you, every hair on your head, every word that comes out of your mouth…”

It had taken so long for Logan to give up on telling Roman to shut up when he started going off on tangents like this. It was taking even longer for him to get up the courage to return the compliments. Maybe not as flamboyantly, but Logan wanted to return them nonetheless. He wanted to tell Roman how much he loved him. Every time he tried to say it, though, it came out as something like “have you eaten yet” or “how did you sleep?” Any time he tried to tell Roman he was beautiful he’d say something vague and stupid like “did you do something different with your hair,” or “that medicated chapstick I got you seems to be working.” Roman would usually laugh, a bit nervously if Logan interpreted the tone right, and just pull Logan close.

And they're only words, they mean so much

And i'm always scared, that i'll make things worse

If all it takes, is letting go

When you are sure of everything, just let me know

Take my weak heart

And tie it to yours

Months. Months it had been since they started calling each other theirs. Months it had been since Roman started waxing poetic more than usual and Logan started tripping over his words. Roman always insisted that the words weren’t the important part, but Logan knew better. He only knew how to express himself in words, and if he couldn’t express himself accurately then surely he was making the situation worse. He spent his days wondering when Roman would realize that he was too good for Logan, that he needed someone who could express his feelings freely, someone with a stronger heart, someone who didn’t try to gain strength through him.

With a whisper that that day might never come, that he might be left wondering forever because Roman might be leaving him for good, Logan felt himself collapse from the inside out. Finally releasing his pride for once, Logan tightened his grip on Roman’s hand. In that moment, he couldn’t quite tell if he was Roman’s lifeline, keeping him tied to the world where they were together, or if Roman was his.

So if I fall, I fall for her

And she don't know

That I think she's beautiful, cus I always choke

And the right words come out all wrong

But I swear I love you, I’m sorry it took so long

To tell you, oh, to tell you this

A wave of exhaustion swept over Logan, the question of exactly how long he’d been sitting there watching over Roman slithering into his mind. Logan kept his eyes on Roman’s sleeping figure as he leaned forward.

“I love you,” Logan finally whispered through his tear-tightened throat. “I’m so- so sorry that I never said it before. I’m sorry it took this long, but it’s the truth. I need you, I love you, I love you so much.” Leaning forward, Logan planted a kiss on Roman’s forehead. “I love you, please don’t leave me. Please…” Resting his head on the mattress, still gripping Roman’s hand, Logan felt himself slipping into sleep.

He told himself it was the exhaustion, but he could have sworn he felt Roman’s hand squeeze his in return.

When Logan woke, he found that he’d been pulled onto the bed and was being held from behind by Roman. His glasses had been removed and set on the nightstand. The squishy softness of Roman’s bedding was a familiar sensation to him at this point, though still foreign compared to the stiff structure of his own mattress. Looking at the nightstand next to his glasses, Logan squinted to read the numbers on the digital alarm clock. 5:15 in the morning. The sun would be rising soon. Roman being Roman would usually want to rise with the sun and sing with the first birds to greet the morning. Reminding himself that Roman probably wouldn’t be doing those things that got Logan caught between the rock of anti-morning disgust and the hard place of adoring every moment he got to hear Roman’s beautiful voice, Logan huffed a sigh of disappointment.

“Good morning.” The gravelly response to his sigh just about made Logan jump out of his skin, his reflexes flipping him around to face Roman’s groggy smile. Logan thought his heart might burst as he snaked his arms around Roman’s waist, careful of the wounds that kept him bedridden. Roman’s groggy chuckle as he tightened his grip around Logan again sent a swarm of butterflies fluttering against the walls of Logan’s stomach. Feeling warmth radiating off Roman’s skin, Logan felt safe.

“How are you feeling?” Logan’s mind reeled, instincts taking over as his feelings choked on more comfortable phrases. “Any pain? Should I get you some medicine? Maybe a glass of water? Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten in-”

“Lo.” The nickname came out a little too gently, Roman’s voice still gravelly from exhaustion. Logan allowed himself to be silent as Roman tightened his grip around Logan, silently requesting that they stay there. “I love you, too.” Logan smiled at the familiar phrase, relaxing into Roman’s embrace.

The almost familiar phrase.

I love you, too.

Logan’s eyes snapped wide open, his body tensing.

“Before you ask,” Roman beat him to the punch, “I heard what you said. It’s okay that you don’t usually use the words directly, that you circle around it, I get it. I get what you mean. Gotta admit, though, it was nice to hear those words in that order coming from you.”

Not knowing what else to do, Logan buried himself closer into Roman, holding his prince close and silently swearing to get up the courage to say those words more often. Roman pressed a kiss on the top of Logan’s head, and they knew they’d be staying like that as often as they could while Roman was bedridden.

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What Did You Do To My Heart?

Summary: Patton is the only other side Virgil can tolerate most of the time. Sometimes the sunshine can be a bit much, but the sheer warmth and happiness and genuine affection Patton shows Virgil is enough to thaw his cold moods.

He sometimes wonders how Patton can be so happy all the time.

Pairings: Moxiety

Word Count: 1719

A/N: this is more implied shipping than anything else but it’s cute and sad

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Patton is the only other side Virgil can tolerate most of the time. Sometimes the sunshine can be a bit much, but the sheer warmth and happiness and genuine affection Patton shows Virgil is enough to thaw his cold moods.

He sometimes wonders how Patton can be so happy all the time.

Patton is also the only one who stays up as late as Virgil (Roman is intent on his beauty sleep, and Logan insists on keeping a healthy circadian rhythm). So they’ve started hanging out at night. Sometimes they talk. Sometimes when Virgil doesn’t feel like talking they just watch a movie or a show and Patton makes them drinks. Virgil always has just plain tea or coffee, but Patton prefers hot chocolate with around 50 marshmallows.

No matter how bad Virgil is feeling, he finds he can always smile when he sees Patton cocoon himself up in blankets and watching the TV eagerly.

Not that Patton can see that, of course.

They usually hang out in the living room, but after a while Patton invites Virgil to watch movies in his room.

He’d never been in any of the others’ rooms before. He’s almost scared to go in, he’s worried he’ll corrupt the warmth and happiness of the room. But Patton is surprisingly stubborn and persistent, and Virgil finds himself spending most of his time in there with Patton, watching movies or shows or just sitting there and talking.

It’s easier to smile in Patton’s room.

Patton hangs out in Virgil’s room from time to time. Virgil always gets… well, anxious, about that, but Patton is just so adamant, and he ends up coming and going as he pleases, though Virgil is always quick to get him out once he starts getting jittery.

It gets to a point where they’re hanging out every night.

No one says anything, but Logan and Roman start looking for Virgil in Patton’s room and vice versa when they need one of them.

Pick a room, pick a movie. Drinks. Talk. Go to bed at a ridiculously late time. They fall into a routine and things are easy. Patton is just so easy-going and kind and happy.

And then one evening he’s not there.

Thomas had been going through some stuff, and Patton had been uncharacteristically quiet. And now he isn’t here.

Negative thoughts spiral and think of reasons why Patton isn’t there. All of them blame Virgil. He pushes them to the side. Goes to find Patton.

Virgil races through the mind palace. Checks the main room. Checks Patton’s room. Checks his room. Even asks Logan and Roman if they’ve seen Patton. They haven’t. Go figure.

He appears outside Thomas’ mind in the living room. Still no Patton.

The thoughts turn from self-deprecating to worrying, imagining the worst. Still blaming Virgil.

"Patton?" Virgil calls out quietly, walking down the hallway. Too quietly - he needs to work on speaking louder. His call goes unheard into the darkened house.

He's about to keep looking when he hears the soft sound of a ukulele coming from inside a room. He peers into the room and sees Patton, illuminated by the gentle fairy lights that Dodie taught them how to hang. He’s holding Thomas’ ukulele, playing it with a hint of uncertainty.

He’s crying.

The sight hits Virgil like a punch to the gut. He’s never seen Patton as anything other than happy before. He’s never thought of Patton as anything other than happy before.

Then Patton starts to sing and Virgil realises.

You can have the toaster and the PC

Or even my Timothy Green DVD

I'll let you have the couch and the TV

Hang onto the jacket that you bought for me

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

No more fireworks, no more compass

You didn't leave a single butterfly in my stomach

You took my spyglass, no knowing what lies ahead

My warmth at night, but left a dent in my bed

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

You've stripped me of my pride--

That’s for the best,

But you've also deprived me of a full night's rest

So no more dreams

Where we pull through

And I can't collect my thoughts

‘Cause they're still with you

I don't really care

You can keep the things we used to share

But what did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

I wouldn't take it back

Even though I feel sore

I meant it when I said

What's mine is yours

But I need to know

Now that we're apart

What did you do

I need to know

Now that we're apart

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

What did you do with my heart?

Virgil wants to cry. Of course. Of course. They’d all been upset over the song - even Logan, who still occasionally claimed he wasn't prone to ‘feelings’, but even so wound up sniffling for a long time after the video was posted, and Roman had been sad in his usual open manner.

But they had both bounced back. Called it catharsis, went back to work.

Virgil isn’t the ‘bouncing back’ type, but he's used to his fair share of negative emotions. He's probably going to wallow later.

But Patton? Patton is so optimistic and happy and he always takes these things in his stride. So why is this so hard for him?

What did you do with my heart?

Virgil is interrupted by the end of the song. He realises he's been standing in the doorway the whole time. He takes an uncertain step forward.

Patton jumps and drops the ukulele. "Oh. Virgil. Hey there, kiddo. I didn't see you there." He wipes his eyes with his arm. He looks around at where he’s sitting, at himself, as if he’s trying to see how Virgil is seeing it. "I guess this song just got stuck in my head, and it's the only one I can play any well..." He trails off. "I mean, I guess we can all play ukulele - if Thomas can, we can - but I feel like that's always been Roman's area. I've never really gotten any song right." He sniffs. "Ex-except this one. Maybe because Thomas was singing it from the heart, huh?" He laughs softly and puts on a strained smile. "Gosh, how nice was Joan to write this song and teach Thomas how to play ukulele? Joan is amazing! I love Joan!" Patton's voice cracks and the smile becomes more strained. "How 'bout you, kiddo, what's up with you?"

Virgil walks over to Patton and sits down in front of him. “Patton… are you alright?”

“Of course!” Patton’s smile wobbles before failing and his eyes water. "I- No.” He takes a shuddering breath. “You shouldn't have to see me like this. Unhappy. It's silly. I'm silly.”

Alarms ring in Virgil’s head as he thinks what if I get this wrong? But looking at Patton silences the alarms as he remembers Joan’s words.

“No emotion is a stupid emotion, remember?” He says, and Patton nods. “You can talk to me.”

Patton takes a breath. “It hurts. It still hurts. The song just made it so real again. It hurts and I have to keep a smile on my face because I'm the happy one. I can’t be sad because I’m the optimistic one. But Thomas’ heart is hurting and that’s me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because… hanging out with you, you were so happy. You look so wonderful when you smile. I didn’t want to be the reason you stopped.”

Virgil feels tears welling up. Without entirely knowing he’s doing it, he finds himself leaning forward, and for the first time, he hugs someone.

He worries for a few seconds because Patton remains stiff with his arms at his sides, but after a moment, he’s hugging back, twice as fiercely. They’re both shaking from the crying. A part of Virgil’s mind idly thinks that Patton smells like chocolate chip cookies.

“You can’t be happy all the time, Pat. We’re all hurting because of the song, but you don’t have to pretend to be happy for us.” He pulls away to look Patton in the eyes. “Or for me.”

“I’m sorry I missed watching a movie with you.” Patton mumbles.

Virgil thinks for a second. Then he stands up and holds a hand out to Patton. “Come on.”

Patton looks up at him with wide eyes. “Huh?”

“Take my hand. I could try and pick you up but I’m not very strong so I think that wouldn’t work out for either of us.”

Patton grabs his hand and pulls himself up. Virgil leads him over to the living room and sits him down on the couch. He passes him the mountain of blankets he always has and gently throws him the TV remote. It lands in Patton’s lap, who looks up from it at Virgil curiously.

“Pick something to watch.” Virgil pauses. “Not Timothy Green.”

“Where are you going?” Patton asks.

“You want a hot chocolate, right?” He smiles. “With your usual 50 marshmallows?”

Patton cracks a small smile. “Just 49 is fine.”

***

When the movie is done (Patton chose Lilo and Stitch), the two stay sitting on the couch for a while, barely illuminated by the screen of the TV. They haven’t said anything since the movie started, just sat silently, perhaps breaking the silence to laugh at a funny line. At some point Patton snuggled up to Virgil, who has now found himself with an arm across Patton’s shoulders and his head on his chest.

He looks at Patton, and thinks about the song.

He thinks about another, slightly older song which he thinks is more fitting.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.

Don’t try to fight it

You’re here for tonight

Patton looks up and smiles softly, and Virgil is happy to hear his voice join in to finish the lines:

And I’ll be waiting for you

Until we meet again.