You were the first person to love me in any real way.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy.
Lust was all it was.
I never know what to say when it comes to you.
I miss you with all my heart and if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
I’m so sorry.
Timing was never on our side.
I keep the ring on my keychain so you’re with me wherever I go, even when I don’t realize it, you still keep me safe.
I was so happy when I was with you.
I now know the difference between abuse and love.
You never understood.
Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
We could have been everything.
We were never made to love.
If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you.
There will never be words to describe what you did to me.
I’m not sure if these are love letters or suicide notes but they’re to the ones I loved most.
They were sitting on a couch watching a movie when it happened. Virgil felt Logan’s hand hesitantly brush against his, his fingers slowly moving to cover Virgil’s.
Not really sure of what to do, but also worried that he would say the wrong thing, Virgil tilted his head to look at Logan, hoping that his confusion was clear in his expression.
Logan flushed slightly.
“I, I just thought,” he began stiffly, “That since we’ve admitted to romantic interest in each other, we could perhaps engage in signs of affection. Hand-holding being one such example.”
Virgil blinked, not really sure how to respond. Honestly, it was still hard to believe he and Logan were actually dating, especially given how much of a mess it was when they got together. He looked down at their hands, where Logan’s fingers were tentatively covering his. It, it wasn’t bad. It was actually kind of nice.
“Yeah, okay,” he muttered ducking his head to hide the red rising on his cheeks.
Logan gave him a small smile, and his fingers tightened briefly before he turned back to the move. Virgil couldn’t do the same though, still looking at Logan out of the corner of his eye.
He’d never held hands before. He’d never really done physical affection before. Part of him was terrified that he’d mess it up. But on the other hand, Logan seemed almost as nervous as him. Maybe they could learn together.
The very next day, Virgil yawned as he walked into the kitchen, planning on grabbing some breakfast. Well, lunch really. He’d ended up staying pretty late, so he’d slept through most of the morning.
When he walked into the kitchen, he was greeted by Logan and Roman.
“I see Sleeping Beauty has arisen,” Roman teased from where he was leaning against the counter. “And here I thought you wouldn’t wake till dinner.”
“Shut up,” Virgil said grumpily, making his way to coffee pot, pulling out a mug from the cabinet.
“I see someone is a little more briar than rose today,” Roman laughed.
Virgil didn’t dignify that with an answer, focusing only on filling his mug as fast as possible. Once it was full and he has taken a few sips, he shuffled closer to Logan who was standing in front of the stove cooking quesadillas.
Logan looked up at him.
“Hello,” he said softly. And then looking at little bit nervous, he- held out his arm?
Virgil wasn’t sure what he was doing, so he just stared in confusion. It was only when Logan began to pull his arm back towards himself with a look of quiet disappointment that Virgil’s half-awake brain realized what he had been asking.
Internally berating himself for being an idiot, Virgil quickly stepped forward, ducking under Logan’s arm to lean ever so slightly into the embrace. He held his breath, glancing up at Logan to see if he’d gotten it right. He still felt a bit tense.
But Logan didn’t say anything, only turning back to the stovetop. Studying his expression though, Virgil decided he did look pleased.
The longer he stood there, Virgil could feel his exhaustion creeping in again and as his eyelids grew heavier, he let himself leaning more and more against Logan.
Eventually Logan spoke up.
“You know if you’re going to fall asleep standing up,” he said, “You probably shouldn’t do it in front of an open flame.
Virgil just grumbled in reply, too warm and content to move, too tired to be coherent.
Logan sighed, but it was a fond sound.
“You should really go sit at the table,” he said, his arm lifting off of Virgil’s shoulders to give him a small nudge towards the table. “The food’s ready, and you do require sustenance.”
Virgil let himself be directed, slinking towards the table and plopping himself down on the nearest chair.
He adjusted his jacket absently, pulling it more tightly around him. He could have sworn the kitchen hadn’t been this cold when he’d come in. He dismissed the thought though, choosing instead to focus on the plate Logan was setting in front of him.
A week later, Virgil was pacing in front of Logan’s room. He didn’t really want to barge in and annoy the other. But Logan had been his room all day, and Virgil was worried about him. He’d seemed super stressed out about work yesterday, and well, Virgil knew better than anyone what it felt like to be overwhelmed.
Making up his mind, Virgil took a deep breath and slipped into the room. He could see Logan in the corner hunched over his desk, which had papers scattered all over it.
“Hey,” he said cautiously, creeping closer. “You okay?”
“Virgil,” Logan said curtly, “Salutations. And yes, fine, I’m fine. I’m just- well, I’m just busy.”
Virgil was now standing right next to Logan, running a critical eye over him. His boyfriend looked exhausted. He was paler than normal, his hair was mess as though he’d been running his hands through it, and his shoulders were hiked up around his ears.
Virgil wasn’t sure how to help. If there was only some way he could get Logan to relax. That was when the idea came to him.
He hesitated, staring at Logan uncertainly. It might help, but he was nervous. Although he and Logan had gotten more affectionate recently, Logan had always been the one to initiate the contact. Would he be okay of Virgil tried to? What if he made things worse?
After another moment of dithering, Virgil looked at Logan’s face again. He had it cradled in his right hand, as he slumped on the desk, far from the perfect posture Virgil was used to seeing. With that, Virgil’s mind was made up.
He slipped behind Logan and slowly, shaking a little bit, he let his hands come up to rest on Logan’s shoulders.
He could Logan shift a little at the contact, but before the other had time to ask him what he was doing, Virgil dug his thumbs into the knots of muscles next to Logan’s neck.
There was a pause, in which Virgil desperately hoped he hadn’t miscalculated, but then Logan leaned into the touch, a soft groan of contentment passing though his lips.
Emboldened by the noise, Virgil resumed his massage. After about fifteen minutes, he’d gotten the worst of the knots out, but he didn’t move just yet, letting his hands still rest on top of Logan.
“Thank you” Logan murmured, one hand reaching up to cover Virgil’s. “That was wonderful.
Feeling his face heat up, and glad Logan couldn’t see him, Virgil tried not to squirm.
“I’m just glad I could help,” he finally said.
Virgil stormed into his room, swiping at his eyes in frustration. Why did things never go right for him? He sat down on his bed, trying hard not to cry. Today had been the worst.
First he’d slept through his alarm, and then he spilled orange juice on his hoodie, and then he’d found out he’d lost one of his notebooks, and on and on and on. It had just been a string of incidents, one after another, and he hadn’t gotten a break!
Virgil tried to take in a deep breath, but his chest felt far to tight, and his vision was beginning to blur. He pressed his lips together tightly trying to stop himself from letting out a sob. Then there was a knock on the door.
“Virgil?” Logan called out. “May I enter?”
Virgil cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal, and quickly wiped his eyes hoping they weren’t too red.
“Yeah,” he called out before wincing. His voice sounded raw.
The door creaked open, and Logan stepped inside. As soon as his eyes landed on Virgil, his face filled with concern.
“Are you alright?” he asked coming and sitting beside Virgil on the bed.
Virgil looked down at his lap.
“Yeah,” he muttered, “I’m fine. It’s stupid really. It was just a lot of stupid little things, and just a really shitty day, and I just couldn’t catch a freaking break”
Much to his shame, he felt his voice crack and tears began to threaten again. He let out a long shaky breath, trying to gain back some measure of control.
“Virgil” Logan spoke up. “I don’t want to impose, and you are well within your rights to say no, but I was just wondering something. Would it be alright if I hugged you.”
Not even bothering to give a verbal answer, Virgil just turned and pressed his head against Logan’s shoulder, shaking with the effort of keeping his sobs from breaking though.
But as Logan’s arms came up to wrap around him, he lost the battle completely, and the tears began to soak Logan’s shirt.
When he finished crying, he shuddered again, and pulled back a little, although still not leaving the circle of Logan’s arms.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to freak out on you.”
“It’s fine,” Logan said, shaking his head. “I’m just glad I could help, I was worried I would make the situation worse, that you would be uncomfortable with physical affection right now.”
“You always help,” Virgil said. “And, um, well, I liked the hug, really. It felt nice.”
After that last part he had to look away for a moment in embarrassment. But when he glanced back at Logan, he could tell the other felt equally flushed, small spots of red having risen on his cheeks.
As he sat there staring up at Logan’s face, his arms still carefully draped around him, Virgil’s mouth opened without his permission.
“Can I kiss you?” he blurted out, his cheeks going straight to scarlet when he realized what he had just asked. But before he could bury his head in shame, Logan replied.
“Always,” he said, ducking his head to press his lips to Virgil’s.
Leaning into the kiss, Virgil let himself get wrapped up in it, the warmth, the softness. This was perfect.
As they broke apart, he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.
“That was, that was nice” he said, his brain to blissed out to think of a better word.
“Indeed,” Logan said, sounding a little dazed. “That was a most enjoyable form of physical affection. Perhaps we would engage in it more often?”
“Just shut up and kiss me, you dork” he said, pulling Logan closer once more.
Prompt: Logan creates an entire presentation. There’s a PowerPoint. There are diagrams and charts. He uses a Lazer pointer.Virgil still isn’t 100% sold. He could be misinterpreting something! Maybe that graph doesn’t mean what he thinks it does??? (It’s not really a prompt, just an awesome comment @tinysidestrashcaptain posted on this post)
Genres: Fluff, romance, education
Warnings: None come to mind, let me know if any are needed, will add
Word Count: 978
Author’s Note: Coming up on the end of the semester at my University and I am swamped with homework, studying, etc. but this little ficlet demanded to be written and I couldn’t say no. It may be a while before I’m posting content regularly again, but I have lots of fun fics in the works for you guys. Love you!
Logan had worked for the past month on this project, the most important lecture he would ever give. He had spent hours doing research, editing, making graphs, charts, and diagrams. There were parenthetical citations next to bullet points and a full bibliography to lend greater credibility to his final point. He had triple checked for spelling and grammatical errors and made sure to include points that would appeal to his audience’s logos and pathos. The PowerPoint was as good as it was going to get, and he was ready to present.
Patton is an absolutely horrible drawer, but he doesn't really realize/care and he just loves running around showing all the sides his drawing and hes so proud of himself, and while the others don't get along sometimes they all agree to never tell patton hes anything other than an amazing artist and to keep drawing because it's just too adorable seeing him run around proud and happy to say otherwise. Can u also add all of their reactions to individual times pat haz shown them his drawing? 🐇🐇🐇
“He never really was good at art” -Virgil (Accepting Anxiety pt. 2)
Virgil wasn’t used to receiving gifts from the others, so he was extremely shocked when Patton excitedly bounded toward him out of nowhere one day.
He wasn’t accustomed to anybody rushing up to him happily. It made him a bit uneasy.
“Look what I made for you!” Patton exclaimed cheerfully.
Getting over his initial surprise, Virgil stepped forward to see what Patton was holding out to him.
It was artwork of some sort, drawn hastily in crayon. Anxiety squinted his eyes at the drawing.
“Um thanks, Pat.” he said. “Is this really for me?”
The moral side nodded. “Do you like it?” he asked hopefully.
Virgil glanced at the drawing again and bit his lip nervously.
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. Um–what is it?”
“I drew you some kittens! Logan told me about that one time you hissed at him during an argument, so I thought that you might like them,” Patton smiled.
Virgil couldn’t help it. He smiled back at the moral side gratefully.
“Of course. I love it, Patton.”
He accepted the scribbled drawings. “It’s definitely better than anything Princey can draw,” Virgil grinned.
Roman was doing some vocal warm-ups when Patton snuck up behind him and tackled him in a hug.
The prince screamed before realizing who it was. “Patton! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
The moral side giggled, “Sorry, I just wanted to give you something for good luck. I know you’re rehearsing for a performance.”
Patton shyly held out a folded piece of paper.
“I know it couldn’t possibly be as good as your artwork, but I thought that you might like it.”
Roman unfolded the paper curiously. It was a drawing of a stick figure Roman singing as a crowd of stick figures jumped to their feet in applause.
The prince smiled appreciatively, “How glorious! Why, I shall hang it upon the wall immediately! Are you sure that you’re not a professional artist?”
Patton beamed, “Aw thanks, Roman.”
“Thank you, padre. This is the best good luck charm a prince could ever hope for.”
“Logan? Are you busy?” Patton asked hesitantly, as he knocked on the door to the logical side’s room.
Logan opened the door, “What is it, Pat?”
“I don’t mean to bother you, but you’ve seemed so busy lately. I–I made you something….”
Patton offered the paper to Logan, who looked down at it in puzzlement.
It was a little colored scribble of Logan with a telescope, underneath a sky of stars.
“I know how you like astronomy, and I–I just wanted you to remember the more beautiful aspects of what you study.”
Logan stared at the drawing.
The moral side nodded nervously and turned to leave.
Chapter Fourteen: Christmas, Roses and Confessions
put thoughts of fraud, and Jason Bryce, entirely out of his head. It was
Christmas Day, and he had an enormous family get together to host. Virgil was
already there, since he spent most
Christmases with Logan, a tradition that dated back to the beginning of their
friendship. They usually dressed in onesies (Virgil’s was a black cat while
Logan’s was a unicorn), binge watched terrible holiday specials, ate junk food
and enjoyed each other’s company. Now that the two friends were dating the
Sanders brothers, Logan had the entire family to accommodate for the holidays.
It had only been a week since Logan and Patton began dating, and Logan certainly was glad to be with Patton, but his ‘touchy-feely’ tendencies still made Logan a bit uneasy.
wasn’t that the physical displays of affection made Logan
uncomfortable, he enjoyed them very much, even though Patton’s
surprise-hugs/kisses-attacks caught him off guard every time.
displays uneased Logan because he had very little experience with
physical contact, himself. Being the logical trait, he knew all-too-well
how touch starvation impacted the social development and growth of
certain brain stems, but none of the others had ever really cared enough
to hug him he supposed.
When they were filming videos, there was
the 'singular column’ separating them from one another. When they were
in Thomas’ mind, though they had movie marathons and did activities
together often, they never really hugged… unless it was Patton.
was always hugging the others, though he’d make sure they were okay
with it first. He was naturally a source of comfort for all the sides,
and he would occasionally hug Logan before they began dating, which led
to Logan searching things such as, “acceptable hug length not friend,” “acceptable hug length friend,” and “where to put hands for hugs.”
When they began dating, Logan researched slightly different topics like, “how do you hug someone,” and “best ways to hug someone,” he wanted to show Patton he did care, and he wanted to show him in the best way he knew for Patton, physical touch. Logan was currently searching, “when should couples have their first kiss” on his phone when Patton’s next surprise cuddle attack was sprung on him.
sprang up next to Logan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he
planted a kiss on his cheek, his other arm reaching over to connect his
arms together, holding Logan in a loose, but protective hold.
Logan’s face reddened, dropping his phone at the sudden shock, his glasses going askew on his face as Patton kissed his cheek.
Patton smooched Logan’s face, giggling. He noticed Logan’s phone had
dropped to the floor, and he bent over, picking it up.
go-” Patton caught a glimpse of the phone screen, and he couldn’t help
himself, his curiosity was peaked, he pulled the phone closer to him,
looking at the search bar curiously, “how to kiss someone.”
Logan’s face burned redder in flustered embarrassment. Well, now Patton knows you don’t know how to kiss. great.
pink dust grew on Patton’s face as he realized what the search meant,
he glanced back up to Logan, eyes hopeful, “D-does this mean-?”
Logan let out a small sigh, “I- have no prior experience with kissing, and, I wanted to be sure that-if-! if you wanted to kiss me, which I understand if you do no-” Logan was silenced by the feeling of a pair of lips gently pressing on his own.
Patton moved his arms to wrap around Logan’s waist, pulling him closer.
flinched initially, then tentatively moved his hands to the back of
Patton’s neck as he attempted to move his lips in an appropriate manner
After a moment, Patton broke away from the kiss,
grinning, and staring lovingly into Logan’s eyes, “You’re so sweet, Lo!
You do all this research just to make sure you’re making me happy?”
Patton placed a quick kiss to Logan’s cheek.
Patton’s words and
actions instilled a sense of confidence in Logan, accompanied by
butterflies that fluttered in his stomach. He chuckled, flushing as he
grinned at the floor, “I just… want to make you as happy as you make
me,” he looked up at Patton, smiling.
Patton grinned back at him,
kissing his nose lightly, “You’re so sweet, Lo. I think you’ve done
enough research though, why don’t we test your skills?” he offered,
Logan blushed again, nodding as he leaned in, touching his lips to Patton’s.
They always make shower sex look so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous. (Logan Paul)
Author Notes: So Logan Paul “pranks” you in his vlog, causing you guys to take a shower, which gets a little heated. And I’m not just talking about the hot water ;) (sorry.. that was really lame…) I hope you enjoy! :) Xx
Warnings: Heated makeout session, mentions of nudity, slight mention of smut. One swear word.
Word Count: 888
Requested: No, I was just bored and started writing it.
Logan had been making eyes at you throughout this whole section of filming for his vlog. You being his personal assistant and girlfriend you were always at his place either working or hanging out. You two had scheduled a movie night, so after you got done working you decided to just stay and hangout until he was done vlogging. You were currently scrolling through Instagram when you noticed that the apartment had gone quiet. You look up an empty apartment. Not thinking twice about it you go back to scrolling, only to be interrupted by a thick slimy substance sliding down your back. “Logan!” You shriek, jumping out of the chair, facing your snickering boyfriend. Logan, looking at the camera, says, “Logang, I knew that homemade slime would come in handy!” Turning to he says, “Gotcha babe!! Today’s content has been kind of anti climactic so I had to do something!” You glare at him, earning a chuckle from Logan. Turning back to the camera Logan begins the outro, “Alrighty, if you’re not already apart of the Logang like and subscribe, Logang, smash that like button!! I’ll see you tomorrow, keep being a Maverick. And as always, take it easy fam, PEACE!” and with that he’s shaking his head towards the camera. After setting the camera down he walks over to you, standing at the kitchen sink, trying to desperately clean the green goo off of you. “Babe, you might as well just take a shower, it’s all over your back,” Logan says, going in for a kiss, only to be pushed aside by you with a glare, making a path to the bathroom. “You want some help with those hard to reach places? I can definitely help you with that, if you know what I mean,” Logan replies, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Will it stop all the remarks?” Logan looks as if he is actually contemplating, “Maybe?” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh reply, “oh my god, fine.” You both make your way to the bathroom. As Logan turns on the water you start undressing. You barely notice Logan watching you as he slowly starts to undress, but when you do you turn around blushing. Logan has seen you in the nude plenty of times, but he just makes you feel that giddy, school girl type of way. Logan noticing your red cheeks, walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to not get the green slime all over him. He kisses your cheek, “Y/N, you’re beautiful, you don’t have to hide from me.” You turn around and kiss Logan sweetly on the lips, “thanks babe. Now i’m ready for this shower, and you better be ready to clean this slime off of me. You made the mess, you clean it.”
“That’s not the only thing i’m ready for,” Logan whispers in your ear, before stepping in the shower and turning around, holding out his hand, to help you in. As soon as you step in the warm water hits your body and Logan starts cleaning the goo off you. You can’t help but close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Logan’s hands roaming your body. As he gets closer to your shoulders and neck you can’t help but let out a soft moan as relaxation and pleasure course throughout your body
. Logan leans into your ear, whispering, “Is someone a little tense?” and with that he starts sucking at the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to moan a little louder. Logan takes that as the green light, turning you around and passionately kissing your lips. As your tongues battle for dominance Logan slams you against the wall of the shower, causing a shampoo bottle to fall, and land on Logan’s toe. “Ow, Fuck!” Logan bursts out, looking down at the bottle. You giggle, loosing the focus of dominance, Logan takes control. His tongue in full control, you almost melt into the wall of the shower. With you and Logan getting a lot more handsy, you decide to give Logan something special. You and Logan switch places, him now pushed against the wall. You break away and start trailing wet kisses down his jaw, onto his neck, stopping to leave your mark. “Y/N, baby, at least make them easier to hide, for the vlog,” Logan says chuckling. You start moving lower, looking up at Logan with a raised eyebrow. Not breaking eye contact, you start trailing kisses lower and lower down his toned abdomen. As you move to your knee you loose your foot, slipping. You reach up and grab Logan’s shoulders, pulling him down with you. You both land with a thud on the shower floor, Logan on top of you. You both look each other in the eye, holding contact for seconds, only to be broken by the two of you bursting into fits of laughter. Logan rolls off of you and tries to fit beside you on the small floor of the shower, and turns to you saying, “they always make shower sex look appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” You start laughing again. You turn to him and say, “then maybe we can finish this in the bedroom?” Logan pecks your lips before pulling you both up off the floor, “I’m down!”
Request: Y/N and logan are getting married and he surprises you by getting Why Don’t We to perform at your wedding. Anonymous. A/N It’s a bit late, but I hope you like it!
“Logan, you’re an idiot,” you laugh as you stand in the hallway. You’re about to head off to a friend’s house because Logan insists it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. You’ve never been a big fan of all those traditions, but Logan insists on the two of you doing this properly.
“I’m a strong idiot!” he exclaims flexing his arm, “and I’m your idiot.” He wraps his muscular arms around you.
“That you are,” you sigh contently placing a kiss on his chest. He smiles down at you and you feel your cheeks burn. Even after so long together he still makes you feel like that shy girl who came up to him at a cafe one day.
“Now go, my lady. I’ve got preparations to do!” he exclaims with a funny face making you laugh. Logan has never been one to be serious for more than a couple of minutes. You kiss him goodbye and head to your friend’s house where you pamper yourselves and before you know it it’s the next day and you’re standing in your wedding dress.
“Wow,” someone says and you spin around to see your dad with teary eyes.
“Oh dad. If you cry, I’m going to cry,” you say already choking back tears.
“Don’t. There isn’t time,” he says hugging you tightly. He holds out his arm and you take it letting him lead you down the stairs. You try your hardest to keep your balance in these shoes.
“Don’t let me fall,” you whisper with a shaky laugh.
“Never,” your father says. It’s the last thing he says before you turn the corner and you’re looking down the aisle. Logan is standing at the end and Jake is right next to him. You notice Lauren sitting with tears in her eyes and you can’t help but feel like you might burst from happiness. Everything is perfect. As you walk down the aisle the music starts playing, but it’s not what you picked out. You look around and that’s when you spot them.
“You have my focus. I can’t control it. I find your magic in every moment,” the song starts out and you feel a single tear slip down your cheek. It’s your favourite song. But this is completely stripped with only a piano and it’s beautiful.
“I love you,” you mouth to Logan walking to him. Suddenly it’s going to slow and you just need to get up there and become Logan’s wife. You notice tears in Logan’s eyes as well and everything just feels so right. It comes to your vows and Logan goes first.
“I swear I’d walk, I’d run, I’d even learn to fly just to see you smile,” Logan starts out quoting Why Don’t We. Behind you, there’s a little cheer and you imagine their faces right now. Now you know why they were so excited.
“I’ve said to you a million times that your smile is everything to me. Seeing you happy means the world to me. You’ve been there through everything. From when I started YouTube to when I first saw colours with those glasses to now. And I don’t ever want that to change. So on this day, I promise you that I will do my very best to make you happy, I will fight with you on bad days and make up with you on good days. I will wipe away every tear and always bring a smile to your face. I promise to love you until time stops.” You intertwine your fingers with his taking a deep breath before speaking.
“I’m not good with words. Never have been. So I figured I’d list the reasons why I love you. I love you because you don’t mind my bed hair in the morning. Because you always make extra coffee for me. You know me better than anyone else. I love you because you’re my best friend. I love you because you got the boys to play my favourite song. I love you because you’re you. And that’s all I could ever ask for,” you finish. The priest announces you married and you kiss Logan.
“Our first married kiss,” he whispers against your lips.
Write Christmas morning for all of the sides (and Virgil getting emotional because they care, they got him gifts and they careee)
Virgil awoke bright and early, his door being knocked on. “Viiiiiirgiiiiiiil…… Viiiiiirgiiiiillll….. Vergey Vergey Verrrrrge….” Came Patton’s gentle coo of a voice. “Hmm?” He managed as his door gently opened. Patton tip toed into his room and placed a hand on the awakening side’s shoulder. “Virgil? Wake up kiddo! It’s Christmas!” He barely understood what he was hearing in his sleeping state. “Christmas? What?” The anxious side began to rub his eyes. “Yeah! It’s Christmas! We alw— Uh.. Come on, Kiddo!” Patton faltered, remembering this was Virgil’s Christmas with them.
@mewsicalmiss ’s idea. They didn’t ask me to write this. I just did it because I wanted to. Someone else has probably already written a fic about it by now. I’ve decided I don’t care. Is this fluff? Probably. I tried to write something cute in my life for once instead of accidentally writing cute things. My head is spinning. This was really difficult for me.
Warnings: Swearing??? Maybe?? Also, kissing and stuff. Eventually, not now.
The Greek Mythology AU literally nobody asked for.
Logan as Hades, God of Death
Patton as Persephone, total freaking badass and light of my
Virgil as Oizys (technically this was the goddess of
anxiety, but we’ll take creative license)
Roman as Calliope (one of the muses, and arguably the most
powerful since she inspired Homer to write The Illiad and the Odyssey, and
again, I’m taking creative license to genderbend). Hope you enjoy!
“Logan! It’s about time you got here!” Zeus’s booming voice
rumbled pleasantly as he clapped the god of Death on the shoulder. Logan hid
his wince, silently wishing to be anywhere but here. He loathed these social
gatherings on Olympus, preferring the quiet solitude of his own realm. Given
the way the glittering assembly shrank back at his appearance, he could only
assume the loathing was mutual.
“You did not specify a time, brother, only that my presence
“Indeed, it was! You work entirely too hard. I have not seen
you in months, and that is far too long. Besides, you are young and really
should be looking for a consort to sit at your side! You’ll never find one
brooding in the Underworld.” Logan rolled his eyes at Zeus, already itching to