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FamILY

Summary: Patton didn’t expect the Holiday to hit off with a chime. However, there he was.

Pairing(s): Romantic Logicality, Romantic Prinxiety. And the rest is purely platonic LAMP/CALM! ♡

Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of Food. That’s probably it?

Word Count: 3338 words

Note: Aaaaaannd, tada, @paradoxicalpatton!! I’m your Secret Santa- Biggest surprises? Anyway, I tried my hardest to fluff this as much as possible! Hence, why it took me so long- My deepest apologies for that. Buuut! Onward to the fic, dearests! Shall we?

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Excitement had begun to wildly blossom in Morality’s chest.

Patton heard the soft carols of the children on Thomas’ door - And, though their volume was unfortunately loud, he’d toned it down - the strong scent of eggnog tickling his nose at the occurring party at his host’s house, giggles escaping his parted lips at the warm gut feeling that sat heavily in his chest. The drumming sensation of the music’s beat gently tapped against Patton’s flushed skin, as his adorable smile quipped it’s way into the moral side’s lips, an upbeat squeal hiccuping it’s way into the air.

His eyes sparkled with glee, dark blue gift-wrapping paper sprawled out on his desk, while a small box sat in the middle of it; The object was Logan’s gift. The last present he has to wrap up for the day - He already got the rest of the presents down, as the time he had cracked awake was fairly early. Though it didn’t matter that much. Patton promised to himself he would finish wrapping the presents right then and there, and Logan’s gift was all that was left to wrap up, then he was good to go.

Patton’s hands got to work before he knew it, his movements precisely done under the lampshade that emitted off the light for the entire room. A pattern no longer foreign to him played by the tips of his fingers, meticulously done as he felt the light above him, and though it provided him warmth, the cold, eerie stare it gave off. The chill advanced as the temperature begun to sink low, and Patton’s first instinct was to snap his head up, soft, crimson eyes soon landing on his window sill, a gasp trailing soon after at the pleasant sight that graced his line of vision.

Patton adjusted his glasses a few times to get a good grip on his eyesight; Snowflakes began to flutter from outside, the sky a beautiful hue of orange, fading into a light shade of blue. The grass was replaced with snow, the patches soft just from sight. Patton imagined him and the others making snow angels, laughs and giant grins being passed around as they patted the snow for their snowmen, talking about what they got for the last window from their Advent Calendars.

Wait, Patton’s Advent Calendar.

A gasp parted from his lips, letting the paper fall from his hands as he stumbled towards a tiny house in the corner of the room. He fell down onto his knees, head lightly leaning in front of the house; It held a single gift. The final window he has to receive.

Patton’s hand reached for the gift, gently squeezing it through the space it was in, before it nearly popped out. A goofish smile danced from the crinkles of his cheeks, placing it against his chest, his nimble fingers setting from under the gift, his thumbs gently pressing against the tiny present; The material felt hard within his grasp. He raised his brow in suspicion, tossing it into his dominant palm. His fingers softly untied the ribbon, the red paper falling to the floor as the thread broke free. Patton’s eyes flew wide, marvelling at the handiwork that now sat heavily in his palm.

A small reindeer figurine was what he got. The weight was strangely heavy. Special, but odd. Their back hung several strings of golden threads, leaving him with the assumption of necklaces - Though there were two different, and very familiar ones. Two streaks of blue framed across their neck, the one from atop holding a golden plate with the words ‘Pawton.’ an awe-stricken gasp rolling off his lips. The one from below read “SD.” A straight-out copy from Scooby Doo. The goofish grin he had from before plastered back into his lips, eyes trailing down as he absorbed all of the information for his newly received friend. The hooves faded into a light blue, a touch of brown settling as the base color for the reindeer. The nose had a little boop of red, a tiny blush coating it’s cheeks. Their antlers were beautifully twisted, and seen as it took a heck ton of effort, he mentally thanked the person who had taken the time to wrap the gift. Patton’s gaze glistened with profound joy, grin widening, if that was even possible, sparks in his chest beginning to strike as a giggle managed it’s way into the winter air. He had to thank Roman later, as he had assumed the boy was the one who made it for him.

Patton skipped over to his vanity, gently placing the figurine on the side of the desk, along with other figurines he had collected, the reindeer seemed to fit in perfectly with the weird bunch. His eyes flickered towards his mirror, a flash of light blue immediately gracing his vision. His grin intensified, giving off a chuckle, as the mirror repeated the action. He currently wore the Morality sweater from Thomas’ merch, and as much as he loved the design, it didn’t quite fit his aesthetic. Though, it didn’t stop him from wearing the outfit; The center of the sweater held Patton’s logo, a dark shade of blue covering for the most part, while purple sat from his shoulders to his neck. Snowflakes and Christmas trees danced directly below Patton’s logo, connecting from the front to his back. The smile that Patton gave off to the mirror held warmth, as his legs ventured away.

He swung open the door, smile widening at the early time he had woken up on. A yawn escaped his lips, arms reaching up to stretch behind his back, a pleased sigh following soon after when the familiar pop! welcomed his sense of hearing. This day was going to turn out great, Patton would make sure of it. The thought of snowball fights and ice-skating plastered into his mind, light banter being openly passed around while all of them ate their Holiday dinner. No drama; The goal for today.

Although, it was an impossible wish. He had to try.

Patton bounced off onto the stairs, his feet lightly patting the floor as his smile radiated off the hallway. His feet cushioned into the bottom floor, his nose immediately hit with the smell of cocoa. He sighed in content, his crimson gaze landing on the back of dark-ish blue. Patton simply didn’t think his grin couldn’t get any bigger.

“Logan!”

The intellectual side nearly sprung up at the sudden mention of his name, a tiny blush slightly coating his cheeks from how timid the action was. Patton beamed at the choice of clothing he currently wore with stride - The logic sweater that Thomas decided to sell from his merchandise. A cool blue, tie covered with Logan’s logo on the center, grey and blue zigzags hovering right above specs of the mid-dark shade of blue from below. His sleeves adorned with reindeers and snowflakes, trailing along his arms to his neutral-blue cuffs. His palm currently occupied a cup of hot chocolate, tiny marshmallows, also in the shape of cups of hot chocolate, delicately floating above the Christmas delicacy. Nonetheless, the nerd looked ridiculously amazing. And, although the style didn’t quite fit Logan’s aesthetic, Patton found it endearing on the change of clothing for the current celebration of the Holiday.

“Ah. Hello, Patton.” Logan greeted with a nod, to which, Patton responded with an excited squeal.

“Woke up early, Lo?” Patton felt his feet lurch forward, his hand flexing towards the cupboard, but he didn’t find his cup. An eyebrow quirked up, head spinning to Logan’s direction to ask him - Only for him to find Logan’s hand outstretched, the scent of cocoa filling his senses, as his cup was sitting calmly in his grasp. All safe, and filled to the brim with hot chocolate.

“I suppose I had.”

Patton’s lip reached up into a slight smile, softly grabbing the cup from him as a quiet 'thank you’ rolled off his mouth, placing the cup against his lips, taking a gentle sip - Gosh, was the beverage so delicious from just a quick swig. He pleasantly hummed, locking eyes with Logan when he lowered the cup just a bit, failing to notice the pinkish shade that delicately dusted the nerd’s cheeks.

“Woah, when did you learn to make hot chocolate, Lo?” He glanced back into the mix of a delicate white and brown twisting together, “It tastes amazing!”

Logan paused for a moment, blinking profusely. A light cough played from his mouth, his blush intensifying as he wracked up a response. “I believe a cooking book may have been involved.” He sputtered out, stretching out his hand before reaching behind to rub the nape of his neck.

It was Patton’s turn to blink profusely, a giggle sprouting from his lips. Logan nearly started disfunctioning when a pat came into his shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous, Lo. It’s okay.” Patton removed his hand, Logan’s eyes flying wide as Patton’s grin widened, “But do explain how you did it. My love for cooking cannot be espresso!”

Logan discarded his fascination and sighed.

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A bundle of purple popped out from atop the living room couch, a pair of eyes soon sprouting out after, frantically searching across the room before landing on a pair. “There!” They whisper-yelled, popping out from the couch to reveal a fairly tanned man. A groan erupted from beneath him, popping out from beside the boy before they muttered.

“Is this necessary, Virgil? This is the second beauty nap you decided to disturb!”

Virgil glazed down at the man before him, rolling his eyes before leaning down to kiss him on the tip of his nose. “You’ll get your sleep later, Sleeping Beauty. But right now, we’ve got mom and dad in a bit of a romantic tangle.” He gestured towards Patton and Logan, who were both busy being a blushing mess.

“Them?”

Virgil nodded.

Roman gave in with a sigh, “Fine.” He blowed off the hair that currently framed his face, “What do you think we should do?”

“Dunno. You’re the one who’s the embodiment of creativity here.” He crossed his arms. “You think you can think of something?”

The tip of Roman’s lip teased with a light smirk.

“Definitely.”

Roman hopped up from the chair they were in, giving Virgil a soft peck on his lip, before skipping towards the couple, hiding behind the wall, a proudful huff smoking into the air.

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“And that’s why I love dogs a latte!”

Logan sighed from exasperation, fingers itching forward to grab his cup. Patton’s giggle emitted off joy, Roman popping up from above his hiding spot, a mischievous smile plastered across his perfectly tanned face. His fingers twisted, a tiny little speck of light appearing, before it travelled through his pointer, over to the pair. He lunged his finger back into place, slipping back into his position, biting back a chuckle as his ears openly listened throughout the rest of the conversation.

Logan’s grasp tightened around his cup - Huh, weird. It felt more lighter than before? - before it reached against his lip, expecting to feel the beverage slither across his tongue, as he sighed once more in content, the retorts he would normally generate melting from the welcoming warmth of the hot chocolate.

Except, nothing happened.

Patton’s gasp was the first thing he heard, his right eye opening as he gazed down on the moral side. Patton simply gestured to his cup, his blush becoming more visible -

- Oh. It wasn’t his cup.

“A mistletoe?”

The realization left Logan breathless. The heat from before crawled up from his toes to his cheeks, a deep shade of scarlet brushing all over his face. It appeared to him that Patton felt the same - The mistletoe dangled from Logan’s hold, Patton directly in front of him, his eyes twinkling with wonder and mild confusion. Logan swallowed a lump in his throat; Out of all the things that this scenario could be executed, it had to be now? Early in the morning, while nothing even happened yet?

“I- It’s okay if- If you don’t want to kiss m- Wait, I mean-” Patton frantically tried to collect his words, apologies rolling of his mouth. The words stunned Logan, shaking his head in dismissal, placing the mistletoe back down the counter to place a finger beneath Patton’s chin.

“No, I- I don’t mind this at all, Patton.”

Patton’s blush grew deeper, appearing to be in a constant battle between smiling, or running off. Logan answered his question by simply tilting his head forward, giving him the choice to slip away if he wanted. However, Patton didn’t. He hesitantly cupped Logan’s cheek, his crimson filled gaze trailing down onto his lips. He puffed his cheeks out in determination, plucking his lips while he contemplated on whether or not he should actually do this.

Logan’s growing discomfort was what pushed Patton to lurch forward, his lips delicately shoved against Logan’s, the nerd nearly losing himself right then and there. Logan’s legs wobbled, his arms instinctively wrapping around Patton’s waist, a joyful sigh emitting from the man below him, Logan feeling the foreign, but comfortable weight of Patton’s arms wrapping around his neck. Patton’s hand carded through Logan’s hair, his arms pulling Patton closer to deepen the kiss.

The kiss wasn’t anything like they had imagined - Logan’s lips felt luscious against Patton’s, the scent of shivelled pencils and shredded paper filling Patton’s senses to the brim; The favorful, earthy smell of nostalgia. Patton’s scent of fresh olives and smooth lavender soothed Logan to the core of his spine, his soft, tasteful lips of sharp roses made Logan physically relax; Patton’s scent was the warm, harmonious smell of a refreshing orchard on a hot summer day.

A whistle caused them to yank away from each other, both of their cheeks dusted a deep shade of red. Their gazes landed on Virgil, whose smirk so bright the sun could dim in shame, Logan’s cup in between his crossed arms. Roman slapped a hand over his mouth long ago to stifle his laughter, his other hand currently averted upward, a phone in the place of his palm - Ah, so the Prince decided to record the whole ordeal. How original.

Logan’s eyes rolled off to the side, his legs pushing off to Virgil, yanking off the empty cup from him. “Thank you. I’ll gladly retrieve that.” He commented, although it didn’t necessarily hold any venom, a tiny smile played from the corners of his lips. Virgil’s chuckle wasn’t hard to catch, sending a mischievous wink towards Logan, his smirk never leaving.

“Glad you finally did it with dad, L.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I am not your mother.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

Logan rolled his eyes once more, his head slightly leaning from behind to catch a glimpse of the other two. Roman’s laughter failed to cease, Patton’s face fully red as he huffed out an annoyed breath.

“Roman! Please delete that!”

“Sorry, Padre. But I won’t let neither of you live this down.”

“Hnnngh!” Patton stuck his bottom lip out, pouting as he crossed his arms, kicking the carpet. If the brunet wasn’t red, he would surely be right now. Roman would’ve screamed at how adorable he was, but laughing currently got him distracted. Logan’s light blush came back from before, nearly gushing at his puckered cheeks Patton gave.

“I don’t blame you, Lo. Patton’s cute.” Virgil’s voice called out from behind him.

Logan craned his neck, facing the other, as he cocked a brow, “Are you indicating something here?”

“No. But let’s face it, anyone would date him.”

Logan’s brow raised, his blush fading, “Even you?”

“Even me.” Virgil added, fluttering his eyelashes shut, insestifying his smirk. He risked opening an eye when he got no reply, only to see Logan giving him a cold look of warning. Virgil sprung to his feet, all bravado washing off of him as he quickly covered up an excuse, “Oh, no don’t be jealous- It’ll be entirely platonic, I’m just sayin’. I’m not going to take Patton. I promise.”

Logan gave in with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You are… vexatious, Virgil.”

“Thanks, Lo. I try,” Virgil’s smile was fond, leaning back against the wall as relief passed over him like a warm blanket. Logan responded with another roll of his eyes, nodding as he took his leave, his legs walking off to the other two, adjusting his tie before he cleared his throat.

“Alright.” The two were completely unaware of him, both of them freezing, before sharing a gaze and glancing at him, both of their lips breaking into an awkward smile, “I think it is about time we start our festivities for today’s holiday.”

“Wow, teach. You’re treating this like this is some professional event.” Roman commented, fanning away his invite like a fly, “Though, you are correct. It’s Merry Bitchmas, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Why not start this day with gingerbread houses?” Roman boasted, Patton looking like he was about to scold his profanity, before he quickly bit back the scold.

“I was thinking we should hang the star for the Christmas tree-” Patton shot Logan a look, the words instantly burning on his tongue, a swallow finishing the suggestion. “Fine.” He conceded, sagging his shoulders forward, before a sigh escaped from his parted lips. Well, there goes his perfectly stacked plan.

“Great! Onwards now, boys-”

“Wait, I’ll contradict,” Logan interrupted Roman, running a hand through his face, “Are everyone’s presents ready? We’re starting our gift exhange on noon- If that is alright?” He turned to glance at Virgil, a nod sent at his way, his smirk visibly plastered back on his face. Logan’s gaze moved to land on Roman, who looked slightly perturbed at the sudden interruption, but nonetheless he nodded as well. He then turned to Patton, his gaze softening.

“What about you, Patton?”

Patton’s beam lit up the place, his enthusiastic nod causing a smile to creep up Logan’s lips. Roman chuckled a little, before he boasted once more.

“Magnificent! Looks like we’re all set. Now can we-”

“Oh- Sorry Roman, but I forgot about the presents!” Roman was interrupted again, Patton’s lunge of his feet fighting off the uncomfortable silence as his feet skidded across the floor, hastily running up the stairs. The room fell silent, thunder-like pats creeking from upstairs, before a loud bang defeaned the room.

No sound left any of the men’s mouth. A few moments pass, before an offended noise sounded from Roman’s lungs, followed by a snicker from Virgil, then laughter insinuated between the three - Even Logan joined in. The room lit up like a thousand fireflies, the laughter full of pure joy, Christmas cheer can be ceased in shame. Their smiles were wide, genuine, that even the sun cannot defeat. Patton came down to check what the ruckus was about, but only saw the three in a huddle on the floor, giggles and chuckles rolling off their mouths. A smile tipped into the corner of Patton’s lips, his gaze softening as he slipped out a chuckle of his own as well.

Hmm… Yeah, maybe the Holiday would be great after all.

And Patton couldn’t be more happier for his family, his sigh of pure mirth, rolling out into the thick, joyful Christmas air.

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Oh my goodness, this took four days to finish-

*coUGH* Aaaaaaaahh!!!! Here it is!!! I hope you enjoyed it, darlings- Hnnnn, I’m so nervous on posting this- Buuuut, yeee!!!

@secretsanders ♡ [Oh! And also tagging the wonderful, @ask-patton-sanders-and-friends since they wanted to! I deeply appreciate them for the validation, and motivation they gave me! Love ya so much, dear. ♡♡♡ ]

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secretsanders · 6 years ago

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@cagedin-simulations secret sanders gift held by @secretsanders !!

you requested something through your wonderful fic! (i enjoyed reading it!!)

sorry if this was late! my laptop broke and the og file was deleted due to it being restarted!!

(golly, click the pick for a better look)

(i also forgot what color their hairs were nd wht they were wearing bc i was rushing this im sorry)

(this is also based on their first secret meeting! i loved that part!!)

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secretsanders · 6 years ago

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Walking on Sunshine Fanfic

Title: Walking on Sunshine

Summary: Patton always tried to look for the positive things in life, even in the gloomy, rainy days. Because he knew those days wouldn’t last forever, and that a rainbow would be there to greet him at the end of it. But sometimes there were days of course, were that didn’t work.

Today was one of those days.

Pairings: romantic moxiety

Words: 965

Warnings: Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Patton and Virgil being Cute Like That’s Almost the Whole Fic I promise

Surprise @crimisboiihowell, I am your Secret Santa! I really hope you enjoy this! And thanks to @secretsanders for hosting this gift exchange! <3

Psst! There’s also an art piece that accompanies this fic.

Patton always tried to look for the positive things in life, even on the gloomy, rainy days. Because he knew those days wouldn’t last forever, and that a rainbow would be there to greet him at the end of it.

Most of the time, it worked. The clouds clear up a bit, allowing some sunshine to peek through. With that sunlight, came a burst of renewed spirits. Even if the dreary clouds blocked the sun once more a few hours later, he still felt better afterwards.

There were sometimes days, of course, where it didn’t work. Where it rained and rained and never let up. Where it felt like the sun and rainbows were a made-up fairytale. He knew they existed. He experienced them. It was just so hard to remember them when he was so…so sad.

Nobody liked being sad, but Patton disliked it the most out of all. Things like emotions were messy, undefinable and unlike Logan Patton was content to let somethings be left unexplained.

But feeling sad when there wasn’t anything to be sad about didn’t make sense to him. Why did his brain have to make him feel this way? He hated it. Patton didn’t hate things lightly.

He sighed, as he sat cross-legged on his bed. He clutched onto the teddy bear that Virgil had gifted him for his birthday a few months back.

Patton had let out a soft gasp when he saw first saw it. The teddy bear was purple and wore a cute little jacket similar to the one his boyfriend Virgil loved to wear.

“Virge, did you–”

“Make it?” Virgil interrupted, nervously scratching the back of his head, “The bear no. But I made the jacket. I–well I thought he could keep you company whenever I’m away. Do you…do you like it?”

“I don’t like it,” Patton said as Virgil’s shoulders prematurely sag, “I LOVE IT!”

“Y-you do?” Virgil asked, jolted.

Patton laughed before kissing Virgil on the lips, “Of course, it’s Paaaw-fect.”

He tried to smile at the happy memory, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Before he could dwell any further on that fact, he heard a loud clang emanating from the kitchen area. He jumped, clutching onto the teddy bear even tighter.

As far as he was aware, Patton was the only one in the apartment. Virgil was still at work. Some of his wildest thoughts conjured up images of an axe-murderer breaking into his house. But Patton tried thinking up a more positive, less scary explanation. It was surely a bird that ran into the kitchen window. It happened before.

Still, Patton was unable to remain on his bed without quenching his curiosity. So slowly he got up, still clutching onto Stormy, the teddy bear, as he made his way to the kitchen.

His body tensed up as he swung around the corner to where the kitchen was, prepared to use the teddy bear as a shield if it came to it. But nothing could quite prepare him for what faced him in the kitchen.

He blinked, then blinked again. This time, he tried stifling his laughter. Despite the fact that they lived in Florida, the kitchen had turned into a winter wonderland.

White flour was everywhere, the counters, the floor, and on the very culprit himself–his boyfriend Virgil Raine. It clung to his hair and doused his clothes, the white a stark contrast to the dark hues of his outfit. The container of flour laid on the floor, the source of the loud noise from earlier. Patton took a closer inspection of the counter-tops noticing there were…other baking supplies laying on top of it.

“D-don’t laugh.” Virgil said, despite chuckling himself.

“Wh–what is all this?” Patton asked, unable to stop a grin from spreading on his face, “I thought you were still at work.”

“I got off early,” Virgil said, attempting to dust off the flour from his shoulders. He sneezed. Patton giggled at how adorable it sounded, and Virgil blushed. “I wanted to surprise you by secretly baking some cookies but well…I’m guess i’m no baker like you are.”

Patton thought it was impossible to love his boyfriend anymore than he already did. But day after day Virgil kept proving him wrong. The fact that Virgil wanted to surprise him with baked goods despite having no earthly idea how to bake was just…indescribably sweet of him.

At a loss of words, Patton set Stormy on the kitchen table. He then proceeded to race over and flung his arms around Virgil.

Flour stained some of his cat hoodie but he didn’t care. He held onto Virgil, his frame shuddering slightly. If Virgil noticed, he didn’t say anything. But he did trace circles all around Patton’s back with his fingers in a smoothing motion.

“Anyone can bake, Virge, just like anyone can cook. Let’s clean up this flour and then if you want,” Patton paused, dropping into a conspiratorial tone, “I can show you how to bake chocolate chip cookies using my secret recipe.”

“Your secret recipe? The one you stole from Betty Crocker?” Virgil teased, as he withdrew from their embrace.

“Shh! Nobody else knows that!”

“Yeah, but that’s because no one in our generation knows how to bake or cook things,” Virgil said, his gaze softening, “but uh, yeah I’d like that. For you to teach me, I mean.”

“Awesome!” Patton clasped his hands together giddily.

And as he started to clean up the flour with Virgil, Patton realized something. Whenever he had rainy days, he always tried to face them alone. He isolated himself, tried to keep away from others when sadness struck. When what he really needed to find that rainbow on the other side, was to be with others.

The darkness still clung to him, still tried to shroud his day with dismal grey clouds. But with Virgil at his side, he felt like he was walking on sunshine.

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secretsanders · 6 years ago

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Happy Almost New Years! Surprise, @crimisboiihowell, I am your Secret Santa. I wanted to do a comic but then my hand died halfway drawing this so I decided to write the rest of it out instead. This art piece illustrates a scene from the other part of your gift, the fic Walking on Sunshine

Many thanks to @secretsanders for hosting this Secret Santa gift exchange!

Art Tag: @romansanders @fandergecko @yourhappypappypatton @jade-dragon226-fan

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No Manhattan’s In Manhattan

This is my @secretsanders gift to @mistypelt1234! I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 2357

Pairings: Logince

Warnings: Alcohol, a bit of sadness at the beginning, and one single swear

Summary: Roman, a struggling actor that’s new in town, and Logan, an ex-scientist turned bartender, decide they were not going to spend Christmas Eve alone.

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The door to Blue Door Bar was slammed closed by the wind as quickly as it had been opened, nearly hitting Roman Prince in the ass. He sighed, brushing the snow off of his magnificently red winter petticoat and shrugged off more as he pulled his scarf off of his neck, hanging it on the coat rack.

He slowly trugged towards the bar, his shoes predominantly clicking on the ground as the only sounds in the empty bar (other than the TV’s static and the slight clinking of glasses from the bartender). Roman sat down on the stool with a huff, and sadly gazed up at the bartender. He had a nice face with intelligent eyes behind his Warby Parkers and dark black hair slicked back out of his face. He wore a dark blue button up shirt with the top button undone and a black tie loosened and put on lazily as well.

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secretsanders · 6 years ago

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@mariuex this is part of your secret sanders gift ^-^

you requested a prinxiety soulmate au, and I drew this next to a fic I’m gonna post tomorrow, bc my laptop is being a little shit.

Anyway, I hope you’re going to have a great 2019! :3

@secretsanders

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Merry Crisis-A Moxiety Fic for all your Christmas needs

Pairing: Virgil x Patton

Description:human AU also technically highschool AU but it’s break so who cares, Roman makes a cameo, fake dating, mutual pining, tooth-rotting fluff, excessive gayness, all that good stuff

Words: 2,817

Warnings: Deceit sneks his way in.

Summary: Virgil doesn’t like having a Christmas party at his house, especially when his ex is going to be there. But having Patton by his side, as a friend-or something more?-makes it better.

This is my gift to @brighter-side, I hope you enjoy the moxiety and have a wonderful holiday season! Also, shout out to @syzyji for beta reading (i’ll be over soon). Shout out to me for putting like, way too many cliches in here. Someone stop me. @secretsanders @fandersfic-moxiety

“Patton, I need a major favor,” Virgil said, holding the phone to his ear. He checked around the corners of the hallway. No family in sight, and they wouldn’t think anything of him calling his best friend. They were going to be at the party too, and they couldn’t know.

“What is it?” Patton asked, “Is it something big? You’re calling really late.”

“You know Deceit,” Virgil said, looking up and down to make sure no one was up. He checked his watch. 11:00.

“Of course I know Dylan. He only broke your heart into a thousand little pieces and made you an emotional wreck for a week, and by week I mean month.”

“He’s going to be at the Christmas party my family is having. And I need him to think I’ve moved on or he’ll try to pull some more manipulative bullshit over on me, and I really can’t take that right now, Pat,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath. “Could you pretend to be my boyfriend for one night?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Patton said. “It’s tomorrow, at 4:00?”

“Uh-huh. Good night, Patton,” Virgil said.

“Good night.” Patton hung up first, for once in his life.

Ugh. Why did Virgil’s life have to be this complicated? Patton was the only person he trusted to be a fake date, but he also was the only person who Virgil wasn’t sure about in terms of feelings. As in, did he have a crush, or were they just really close friends?

Both of them were gay, too. Well, Virgil was “sexually ambiguous,” but he liked guys. Which Patton was aware of. There were so many possibilities for what could happen between them tomorrow night; Virgil didn’t get any sleep until one.

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What Is This Feeling? (Secret Sanders Gift)

Word count: 3,210

Pairings: Logince

Warnings: None that I’m aware of, but if there are any, let me know

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Roman seems to excel at annoying Logan every opportunity he gets. But while out on a completely accidental date, Logan has to ask himself: what if he was wrong about this… annoyance all along? What if this feeling was… something else entirely?

Notes: Hey @vvirgils, I’m your @secretsanders! Sorry for taking a lil longer to get this out, I wanted to make sure it was as good as it could be for ya! Hope you enjoy!

Logan descended the stairs into the living room, barely having time to say a quick greeting to his fellow roommates before being surprised-attacked by Patton jamming a navy blue santa hat onto his head.

“Merry twelfth day of Christmas, Logan!” he exclaimed cheerfully, ushering him over to sit with the rest of the group. Virgil was seated on the ground, leaning up against the couch and greeting Logan with a two fingered salute. Atop his head was a purple santa hat trimmed with black faux fur. Logan sat down next to Roman on the couch, who also donned a santa hat. His was red, but covered in sequins, which seemed appropriately… extra, that was the word.

“Patton, you do realize that the ‘twelve days of Christmas’ mentioned in the classic holiday song are in fact referring to Christmas Day and the days following it, not the days preceding it, correct?”

Patton’s smile remained as cheery as ever as he replied, “Nope! Guess we’re changing it up a little this year, huh?”

“Perhaps you’re changing it up,” Logan grumbled, “I never consented to being a part of-”

“We’re doing a roommate secret Santa!” Patton exclaimed, popping a party popper that he’d apparently been hiding in the brim of his own light blue santa hat. Roman and Virgil applauded with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

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Dates (the romantic kind, not the fruit)

This is my Secret Sanders gift for @fandomfreak118

This was really fun, and I’ve never written DLAMP before, so it was a cool challenge. I hope you enjoy!

On the prompt of romantic DLAMP

I hope you enjoy!

@secretsanders

WC: 1,660

TW: Sypathetic Deceit

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When you have five people in a polycule, it can be hard to orchestrate dates with everyone. So the five sides (read, Logan, with everyone else agreeing) came up with a plan. Every month, one side would set up at date. That gave everyone twelve large scale dates with the rest of their partners, while each person was only put under the stress twice a year. If one was especially acute at math, they would note that the five sides times two equals only ten, while there are twelve months in a year. This is because February was excluded due to its shortness and presence of Valentine’s Day, and January, since work tended to get even more hectic, which led to less time for mass planning, and all the sides trying to spend more time together in general. There, now the math works out. But in case one would also want to know how some of the dates would go about, well, here’s the story of how one particular series of three months went about.

The first month was March, and it was Logan’s turn. As per tradition, the sides gathered in the living room just before 7, waiting for the date host. But just as the little clock above the TV chimed seven times, all four sides’ phones buzzed with a message from Logan. It read, Date’s in my room, dress comfy

Patton hopped up from the couch first.

“This is going to be fun!” He laughed, disappearing down the hallway to his room. The remaining three shrugged and went to their own rooms to change. Five minutes later, Dee was the first one in Logan’s room. The side in question was laying on his bed, head hanging off the edge, reading a book. When he noticed Dee come in, he very casually picked a bookmark up off the floor, put it in his book, laid the book on the floor away from his head, placed his hands on the floor, and did a version of a walkover off the bed, flipping until he ended up on his feet, stretching.

“Oh, good. You’re finally here.”

“And you’re showing off,” Dee shot back.

Logan grinned easily. “Always,” he said, and gave Dee a kiss on the cheek. “You can lay down.”

He settled onto the bed as Logan picked up his book and put it away. It was only then that Dee realized that the wall opposite the bed had turned into a screen, and on the two end tables beside the bed were several game controllers, game options and snack bowls.

“Game night?”

“Game night.”

Just then, Patton opened the door. “Ooh, LoLo, I love it.”

“Climb in,” Dee said.

“Gladly.”

Gradually, the last two sides came in and settled on the pile. Finally, Logan flopped on top of them all.

“Okay guys, what do you want to play?”

“Mario Kart!” Roman shouted.

“That was my ear!” Virgil yelled back.

“Sorry!”

“Mario Kart it is.” Logan picked up the game disc. “Watch this.” He frisbee threw the disc at the wall, and the wall swallowed the disc. Moments later, music started playing, and the screen lit up with the Mario Kart logo.

The sides all scrambled for controllers.

“I call Princess Peach!”

“Not if I get in first!”

“Kiddos, I have the first controller. If anyone wants to get Princess Peach, I get first dibs.”

Roman glared Patton down. “Empty threats, Padre. Empty threats.”

“Nope!” Dee shouted. “He did it!”

“Betrayal!!”

“Oh shush, you can have literally any other character.”

Game after game lasted well into the night, and at one point Roman’s own antics tired him out, and he fell asleep, veering off the track. Virgil just pried the controller out of his hands and turned it off. Finally he and Dee were the last ones awake.

“Should we turn it off?”

“Probably. Will turning off all the controllers turn the game off too? I don’t exactly know how to undo the nerd’s absorbing wall.”

“Fair. Here, take mine, you’re closer to the table.”

“Fine. Night Virgil. Don’t let the nightmares bite.”

“Same to you, Dee.”

And they finally settled back, gradually falling asleep.

The following month was April, so it was Virgil’s turn. Contrary to Logan, Virgil actually showed up in the living room at 7 on that first Wednesday of the month.

“Okay! I’m excited for this one!” He said, bouncing into the room. Yes, bouncing. Not jumping bouncing, just being very peppy. Which wasn’t usually his forte.

“I’m going to let you guys into my corner of the Imagination! The good corner, not the worst-case scenario one.”

Roman jumped up first. “Yes! Does this mean we get to see your Hogwarts?”

“Yeah!”

Virgil, despite adamantly outlining the potential life-ruining risks, had been behind Thomas leaving engineering to pursue acting. But a part of him still loved the complexity of the science, going so far as to scrutinize the Harry Potter books and engineer his own version of Hogwarts, with no movie bias. Okay, maybe a little. But the point was that he had never let anyone in before that night. And his boyfriends were getting an exclusive tour.

“Well, let’s go!”

The other four followed him to his corner of the Imagination. Virgil granted them entry with his presence, and in the space of a blink, Hogwarts Castle rose up above them. With a motion of his hand, Virgil transported them across the Great Lake and up to the giant wood doors.

“Roman, if you want to dramatically open the doors…”

“Yes!” Roman stepped forward and threw open the double doors with a flourish, opening into the hallway that lead to the Great Hall.

Within minutes, the four sides who’d never seen the building before were running around, admiring every detail and requesting new places to go.

They took turns, heading from each house’s common room (“Can I live here now?”) to the kitchens (“Cookies?!”) to the classrooms (“Should I be worried that you thought up all these gross Potions ingredients?”) to the Headmaster’s Office (“FAWKES?”) to the Forbidden Forest (“Don’t worry, I haven’t put anything deadly in there… yet.”) to Hagrid’s hut (“Please don’t tell me- nope, that’s a dragon egg.”) until they finally reached the last spot.

“Here’s the thestral pasture. Hey buddy,” Virgil said, holding out his hand to empty air. He laughed, as if the invisible animal was nuzzling his hand. Then he glanced back and saw the four’s concerned expressions.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. Stop looking so creeped out. I haven’t seen anyone die. I created them, so I can see them even with the curse thingy. Here,” he waved a hand and the boney creatures were revealed.

“I was starting to wonder who you’d killed,” Dee muttered. Virgil reached over and hit him on the shoulder.

“I heard that.”

“Exactly.”

“Hey!”

As sequential order tends to go, the next month was May. Dee’s turn.

“May the fourth be with you!” Dee yelled as he popped up that night.

Patton jumped, screaming. Logan gave Dee a look. “Deception Sanders! Stop sneaking up like that!”

Virgil just gave him a look. “You’ve been waiting all day to use that, haven’t you?”

“Yep! Sorry, Dad. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. You just scared me.”

“Well, I’ll make up for it. Date night! I cooked for you guys!”

“Yes!” Roman yelled. Virgil raised an eyebrow.

“What? He’s the best cook of us all. Patton can bake, you’re freaky good at making coffee, and Logan can make awesome pasta.”

“And you, on the other hand, could burn water,” Virgil said dryly.

“Exactly! Now, food.”

Dee ran in front of him. “Wait! I need to-” he waved a hand, and the view of the kitchen from the dining room turned murky, like viewing through frosted glass. “Okay. A chef never reveals his dishes until they’re ready to be served. Or the state of his kitchen until it’s cleaned.”

Roman rolled his eyes and reached around to kiss Dee. “Right, right. Can we eat now?”

“Sure. Be right back.” He ran through the fog and rustled around in the kitchen. The rest of the sides sat down at the table, which was already set. Finally he emerged empty handed.

“Don’t worry, lovelies. I’ve got one more trick up my sleeves,” he said, and raised a hand. Dishes appeared on the table, steaming and smelling delicious. “Bon appetit.”

He sat, and everyone began to eat.

“What is this?” Logan asked, putting a bite of the meat into his mouth.

“Turkey, darling. Doesn’t it taste like it?”

“Better, honestly.”

“A genuine compliment from Logan? Mark the calendar and cue the maestro!”

Apparently only half of his statement was sarcastic, because out of nowhere, music began to ring through the room.

Virgil looked up with suspicion. “Is that…?”

“Thomas’ cover of Breathing by Ariana Grande? Why yes, yes it is.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m an amazing boyfriend who makes you amazing food, I should be allowed to play good music during dinner, shouldn’t I?”

“You’re so dramatic, Dee.”

“Oh really?” Dee gave Virgil a sly grin before glancing over at Roman. “Want to prove him wrong, darling?”

“Absolutely!” Roman snapped his fingers, and the electric lights flickered out, being replaced quickly with candle chandeliers and revealing a vase full of roses in the centre of the table.

Logan leaned over to Patton. “If I recall correctly, didn’t you instate a ‘no conjuring at the table’ rule a few months ago?”

Patton just shrugged, stabbing some green beans with his fork. “I gave up a week later. Just enjoy it.”

And so the banter and showing off went on, with everyone laughing and eating until Dee finally swept everything off and brought out desert.

“Thanks for dinner,” Patton said, raising his plate for a slice of chocolate pie. Dee served it with a flourish. “Of course. Anything to make you guys happy. I love you.”

“We love you too!”

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