Cakes and Ties - Part 1

Title: Cakes and Ties

Summary: “Logan Sanders is a divorce lawyer given the task of being his twin brother Roman’s best man for his wedding. He doesn’t care for the endeavor much, although Roman’s fiance, Virgil, seems kind enough. Everything is going smoothly until he meets the peppy, sweet-as-can-be cake baker Patton given the task of being Virgil’s best man. He’s adorable, irresistible, and excites Logan in a way that he hasn’t felt since the accident.”

Ships: Romantic Logicality, Romantic Prinxiety

Inspired by: this post

Word count: 1224

Warnings: Minor character death (in future chapters), mild alcohol consumption(in future chapters), swearing, food, divorce

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Smile Bright

Summary: Sometimes your smile can lift the weight of the world from my shoulders.

Pairing: Logicality. @fandersfic-logicality ?

Notes: this is the beginning of a series of stand-alone short fics that will be based off random quotes I find. Feel free to submit quotes!

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Tick, tock.

The seconds ticked by. The room was completely silent otherwise.

Tick, tock.

An hour had gone by. Logan knew this. He was hyper-aware of every second, every minute that slipped through his grasp.

Tick, tock.

One wrong move could cost them their lives. One wrong step, one finger a second late, and they were done for.

Tick, tock.

Logan let out a long, tense breath.

On the screen, two figures danced through the shadows. Another held back, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Logan adjusted his mic, voice quiet and chilling.

“Check. Subject is walking down the west hallway. Optimum striking distance approaching. Creativity, you will have the best chance of completing the mission.”

“Got it. Plan B?”

“In the case of a mishap, missed opportunity, or interference, Morality will be next in line. Anxiety will deal with any problems.”

“A-okay.”

“Yup.”

Logan nodded to himself. He cut the security cameras to a loop.

Crunch time.

“Three.” Logan counted. The subject was closing in on Roman’s location.

“Two.” He watched as Virgil moved to follow the subject.

“One.” The was a single shot in the night. Logan saw the subject tumble, turning and beginning to call for assistance before Patton snuck up beside him and dealt the final blow.

Logan sighed, as Patton’s voice came through.

“Mission complete.”

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Logan paced anxiously at the base.

Roman and Virgil had passed inspection and were given a clear bill of health. Patton was the last to be checked and he was taking much longer then the others.

What if he had gotten seriously hurt?

What if he had jumped in too late and gotten himself injured?

What if he’s been hit by a stray bullet?

What if, what if, what if?

It was an endless cycle and one Logan knew to be limitless. To try to stop the cycle was to do so in vain, he knew.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, after all.

The curtains swung open and Patton stepped out.

Logan felt relief sweep over him and he speed-walked in Patton’s direction.

He ghosted a hand over the sling on Patton’s arm.

“Is it…” he tried.

Patton shook his head. “Just dislocated. I’ll be okay.” He have a huge smile and Logan chuckled, placing his hands on Patton’s shoulders.

He gave Patton a small smile of his own. “How is it, dear, that you can lift the burden of the world off my shoulders with merely a smile?” He asked.

Patton brought him into a hug, shaking his head fondly.

“Darling, it is you who gives me the strength.”

“I love you.”

“Until the end.”

Onesie Pyjamas- Logicality

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A/N: I wrote this in like, November, but whatever. Take it, Tumblr *yeets fic at y'all* Also sorry that the paragraphs are weird (/too long?), I had to merge them bc tumblr was having a hissy fit.

Summary: Patton bought Logan a onesie, and is sure that he’ll never wear it. Spoilers- the boi is wrong. Someday I’ll learn how to write these summaries?

Patton remembered all those Christmas-es ago when Logan had opened his gift to him. He’d remained relatively expressionless, but Patton could’ve sworn he’d seen a glint in his eye and a tinge of red on his cheeks. Logan had pulled the white unicorn onesie out of its packaging and examined it front-and-back before folding it neatly on the sofa beside him and nudding curtly in a brief thanks. Patton was used to his friend’s seemingly emotionless behaviour, but he had to admit he’d felt a pang of sadness seeing Logan’s attitude to the onesie gift. He sat there, remembering the moment, relishing in the details of Logic’s initial reaction. Patton knew he would do anything to see Logan wearing the onesie. Anything, that was, other than force him, of course. He’d never do such a thing. However, some time had passed since that Christmas, and Patton hadn’t seen Logan in the pyjamas once. Not once. Part of him was slightly tempted to go into his room and steal it for himself, but that would be immoral: against his name and his nature.

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As Thomas’ mind started to relax into the night, Logan knew he wouldn’t be needed a great deal for the rest of the evening and decided to take a break. He strolled over to his extensive collection of novels packed into a functional brown bookcase that strenched over the entire width of the left wall in his room and slid a newly finished book into the gap that it had parted from a day or two prior. Pondering over the selection for a few moments, the intellectual trait took his time in deciding which of the hardbacks would be his next read. Once a particularly intriguing title took his fancy, he swiftly yet cautiously swiped it from its place in the collection. Without even a snap of the fingers necessary, Logan was changed into a more comfortable outfit. Although he never would’ve suspected it and certainly would never admit to his defeat, he did find the unicorn onesie rather comforting and found that it was particularly effective in helping him recede into a calm and collected state of mind. He was sat, cross-legged, on his neatly-made bed, already captivated by the novel he had chosen for himself, and not even distracted by the white horn that was hanging just within his feild of vision. So captivated, it seemed, that Logan was initially oblivious to the light rapping on his door, and to the sound of it gently swinging ajar.

“Logan! I’ve brought you a little somethi-” Upon seeing the logical trait, Patton stopped in his tracks, “-oh.” At the sound of the voice coming from his doorway, Logan, in a slight frenzy, shut his book with a slam and pulled at his duvet in a feeble attempt to cover himself up.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Logic stated boldly from under the sheets of his bed. Patton was now stood in the doorway, holding a mahogany kitchen-tray that withheld two small, white crockery plates, each supporting a wholemeal bread sandwhich. When Logan had calmed down enough to revert into his everyday wear, he dared to peer over his duvet, spotting a distinctive red jar placed directly between the two sandwhiches. Sheepishly emerging from his place of hiding, Logan gave a slight smile at his friend who was currently walking calmly towards him and placing the tray onto his bedside table.

“I’m sure it’s not, Logie. I’m just glad to see you happy in those pyjamas!” Blushing a little at the nickname, Logan shook his head stubbornly.

“I was just… testing to see if it would fit.” Patton giggled and sat cross-legged on the far end of his bed.

“I think I know our size, Logan.” After about ten straight minutes of two personality traits sitting and eating in comfortable silence (and Logan spreading excessive amounts of extra Crofters Jelly onto his sandwhich), Patton spoke up.

“Y'know, nobody’s gonna think any different of you if you wanna wear your onesie. I mean, I may have one or two things to say if you were to spill any of that Crofters over it…” he smirked which earned him a half-hearted chuckle and a roll of the eyes, then continued, “all that said, it suits you.” They sat silently again, happily munching the last of the crusts. With a gasp and an excited clasp of his hands, Patton noticed that Logan had once again changed clothing.

“There you go.” Announced an underenthusiastic voice. “Are you satisfied?” In response, Morality thought of only one option. Surprising his friend, he dived to the top end of the bed and landed on him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

“IT’S SOO CUDDLY!” Patton yelled excitedly. Flustered and humiliated, Logan slid from out of his grip and stepped off the bed. Patton grinned wildly as he saw quite how red his friend looked.

Somehow, Logan managed to pursuade Patton to keep his lips sealed about the onesie incident. The days swooped by, and soon it was Christmas again. Roman had bought everybody else CDs and flowers, including a particularly extravagant bouquet of roses for a certain anxious trait. Said trait had taken his time to buy meaningful gifts for the other three sides, including a cuddly Labrador toy, an advanced personalised puzzle kit and a Disney-themed trinket-box with an unseen message inside that succeeded to make the recipient Prince blush profusely. Patton got a cute gift for everybody, like he always did, but he decided it was best if he avoided anything too humiliating for Logan this time. Logan returned the favour, giving a practical gift to each of his fellow personality facets.

The day went by with an essence of joviality held in the air. Thomas was with his family, and definitely at a time of self-peace, meaning all his sides refrained from fighting. Well, his four main traits. Who’s to say if ‘the others’ were getting on just as well? Patton was fully satisfied with his jam-packed day of laughter and chatter and was ready to get some well-deserved rest. He skipped a little as he happily swung open the door to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he sighed with a slight smile as he looked around his familar bedroom, filled will every memory and treasure that Thomas reserved a place for in his heart. Before he had the chance to do anything else with his time, Patton spotted a neatly hand-wrapped parcel the size of his forearm lying in front of him on his floor. It was a neat square with resourceful brown paper packaging. He knew almost immediately who it would be from, but was unsure to what it was or why it was there, at that moment. Slowly, he pulled the package from the ground and cradled it gently for a moment, searching for a note or an explanation on the front. There was a small tag, with writing in a hand not dissimilar to Thomas’ (just a little more refined) that read:

Upon reading this, the recipient’s chest felt tight, yet he felt an odd fluttery feeling in his stomach. He quickly regained himself and grinned as he excitedly ripped open the paper. Patton gasped audibly as he pulled out the grey material.

A little later on, and Patton was cocooned in his sheets, dressed in his newly acquired cat onesie. It was a dark shade of grey with little cute pink paws at the ends of the sleeves. Patton simply adored it. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. The intellectual trait strolled into the room and had to shut the door with his elbow, as his arms were busy with a pile of snacks and DVDs (some of which, Roman had supplied). Logan, who was dressed in his unicorn onesie, flinched a little when he heard a high pitched squeal coming from the opposite side of the room.

“I take it that din was one of appreciation, rather than of horror?” Logan raised his eyebrow slightly in question.

“OF COURSE, LOGIE!” Patton squeed over-excitedly. He jumped off his bed and hopped towards Logan, who braced himself for a slight koala hug by setting down the snacks, but all he felt was Patton giving him a small peck on the cheek and the blood that rushed to said cheeks. Patton took a couple of steps backwards in embarrassment, and he seemed almost surprised at his own actions.

“Sorry, I-” he stopped when he saw a slow growing smile on Logan’s face. It was subtle and hesitant, but a thing of rare beauty to Patton.

Time was now beyond hours of sanity and equilibrium. Nothing stirred, yet everything quaked. Even Thomas was nearly asleep. In Patton’s room, a slim baby-blue laptop covered with different stickers was resting at the head of the bed and was playing Disney’s “Brave” from the DVD Drive. A slightly tangled pair of cheap grey earplugs was plugged into its side as well as a sleek and efficient pair of deep blue headphones. Logan and Patton were laid on their stomachs, chins rested on palms, in their assigned onesie pyjamas, watching contentedly in the otherwise dark room. The intellectual trait peered over and smiled fondly as he saw the moral trait swinging his legs in the air excitedly as the movie reached its epic finale. Logan noticed, at this point, how close to him Patton had shuffled over. He also noticed that at some point he must’ve stretched his left arm outwards because he found that it was resting on Patton’s shoulder. When the end credits started to roll down the screen, Patton saw Logan sliding off his headphones and decided to follow suit with his plugs.

“Did you enjoy the movie?” Logan enquired politely in order to disrupt recently attained silence.

“It was GLORIOUS, as per usual!” Responded Patton in a slight imitation of Logan’s speech, earning him a sarcastic eye-roll and even what he thought was a chuckle from the fellow facet. When the laptop was shut, the room plunged into what would’ve been darkness if it wasn’t a room of pure hope and joy. The glimmer that the air seemed to hold within itself in Patton’s room managed to restore a sufficient amount of their vision, but it was as dark as the room would go.

Logan’s arm returned to its spot on Patton’s shoulders as they sat up on the bed. He found himself mindlessly meddling with the cat ears on the hood of the other onesie, and soon he felt Patton’s head nuzzling into his chest and under his arm, as if he were an actual cat.

Logan looked over at the clock and frowned. He could feel the effects of Patton’s room getting to him, and it was clouding his logical thinking.

“What’s up, Logan?” Logan noticed the Moral trait had made himself comfortable in his arms and couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“I cannot stay, I’m afraid.”

They had one last drawn-out hug before his unfortunate departure.

[Epilogue]

Today was a good day, thought Virgil that next Tuesday. He had accomplished all that he had needed to, no more, no less. Keeping Thomas safe but not being too much of a burden. He was satisfied with that.

He ended that day how he tended to end any other day: laying in bed and scrolling through tumblr. Or at least, he intended to. He soon discovered something drastic. The realisation hit him with force, and he almost gasped when he saw the sight:

The WiFi was down.

He knew exactly where to go. Panicked, he stumbled towards Patton’s room, in a clumsy frenzy.

He stopped.

Patton’s door was open a crack, so Virgil decided to silently peer around the edge. Still unnoticed, he let out a low chuckle at what he saw. By the time the anxious trait had looked in, the two traits in the room were standing in childish onesies of some sort, connected at the lips. Virgil smiled and shook his head fondly before stepping back towards the corridor, assuming Patton hadn’t been the one to take the WiFi down, and probably wasn’t in the mood to fix it.

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Logan stood at the edge of the middle school auditorium, crossing his arms and scoping out his son’s competition. Roman had won the science fair in both sixth and seventh grade, and Logan was determined to make sure he would do so as an eighth grader, too.

Suddenly, Logan’s thought process was interrupted by a man coming up to him. The man wore a turquoise polo shirt and khakis. His hair was mussed up and he had a cookie in his hand, and overall he was not someone Logan wanted to be seen around. He tried to look straight ahead in hopes that the man would walk past him, but the man approached him anyway.

“Hi there!” the man said, sticking his hand out. “Are you Roman Prince’s father, by any chance?”

Logan perked up and shook his hand. “Oh, yes, I am! My name is Logan. What’s yours?”

“My name is Patton. My seventh grade son Virgil and I just moved here a few weeks ago,” Patton explained.

“Oh, I see. Well, welcome to Florida Tech! Does Virgil have a science project?”

“No, we didn’t arrive early enough for him to put one together. He’ll still be able to make up the credit though.”

“Ah, that’s too bad. Yeah, I’m sure Roman is going to win tonight. He’s spent the past two months creating his own hover board from scratch.” Logan bragged.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard!” Patton chirped. “Virgil’s told me all about it, actually.”

Logan tilted his head. “Has he, now?”

“Yeah. Well, not all about the hover board necessarily, but certainly about Roman. That’s why I wanted to come over and introduce myself!”

“Oh, well, it’s nice to meet you,” Logan replied politely. “I do hope that Virgil has enjoyed his time with Roman. All of his teachers and counselors have said that he’s a good influence on other students.”

“Well, I’m sure! I’ve met him myself a few times, actually. He’s incredibly kind.” Patton said emphatically.

“And he’s also one of the top stu–um, I’m sorry, what was that?” Logan stumbled.

“I said, you’ve got a really nice kid there!” Patton repeated. He lowered his voice a little. “Virgil’s naturally been a little freaked out about the move, but he says that Roman’s been really helpful with showing him around and helping him get adjusted.”

“Not at the expense of his studies, I hope,” Logan said under his breath.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m sorry, go on?”

“Oh, well, anyway,” Patton continued, “I really just wanted to come over to say thank you. Whatever it is you’re doing, it’s great. You’re raising a truly wonderful person.” He smiled warmly.

Patton stuck his hand out again, and Logan took it in shock. They stood there for a moment, and finally Logan shook himself out of his daze. “Um, anyway, thank you for saying that! It’s much appreciated.”

“Sure thing,” Patton said as he drew back. “Look, I think the awards ceremony is starting soon, but best of luck to Roman!”

Patton waved and dashed off, and Logan stood at the edge of the auditorium in shock.

This strange man really gave him a lot to think about.

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Roman: Ohmygosh, you’re literally a giant nerd!

Logicality Fusion (I couldn’t think of a good fusion name): Pleased to meet you too, Roman.

Okay so I’m super late for father’s day, but this was intended as something for father’s day - to celebrate Logan and Patton! The best dads ever, and their fusion as the Ultimate Dad! <3

I’ve seen a lot of fusion stuff that takes after Steven Universe for this fandom, but I had never seen anyone do the whole “Giant Woman” thing (like with Opal in SU) where there are additional limbs and said fusion is much bigger than normal humans, so I did this!

I used some head cannons I have personally to decide how many of what limbs this fusion has. My head cannons assume that the number of limbs has a symbolic representation. For example, how many eyes they have as a fusion shows how they as individuals see the world. In my opinion I would say that Logan and Patton see the world in very different ways, and therefor their fusion has 4 eyes. On the other hand (or foot), they only have one pair of legs because they walk the same type of path in life (both being a part of Thomas). So, if the individuals are the same in the specific symbolic sense, they have a normal human number of that thing; And if they are different in that symbolic sense, they have multiple of said thing.

Does that make sense? It doesn’t really have to, I just wanted to rant for a bit cause I put a lot of thought into this.

Anyway! That’s enough of my ranting! I hope you enjoy this! <3

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Okay so I know I never end up doing anything with these but I want to try anyway.

Can anyone send me really adorable prompts? Any pairing, really, as long as it’s specified. I’m looking for plots/premises more so than lines btw.

I’ve started working on the ones I’ve gotten so far, so don’t worry, but they’re not gonna be posted for a while because…reasons. Also I need at least eight more…because reasons.

I kinda have a preference for canon btw!

Virgil Helps Roman with Ideas for the next video and/orPatton helping Logan make a good decision

I went with the second one. CW for workaholism.

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“Logan? What are you doing here?”

Logan looked up from his anatomy textbook for the first time in hours to see Patton staring down at him. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, a little startled to realize that most of the other tables in the library were now empty. But he shook it off and turned back to his alarmed roommate.

“I’m bowling, what does it look like I’m doing?” he quipped. “Look, I’ve still got another twenty pages to read here. I’m sorry, but I don’t have time to chat right now.” He bent his head and returned to his book, but Patton put his hand down on the table.

“The library is closing in five minutes. I’m here because I’m in charge of closing up tonight and I’m just going around making sure no one gets locked in. The real question is, why are you here instead of sleeping?”

Logan shook his head, but began packing up anyway. “I have my first exam in five hours. Sleeping now isn’t gonna help me learn new information.”

“Okay, but it will probably help you do better on the test,” Patton pointed out. “It’s important to be well-rested.”

“But you don’t understand, I don’t know any of the information. At best I’m gonna get a C or a D.”

“Well…even a few hours of sleep is better than none. How about you try for three hours? That’s two sleep cycles right there.”

Logan wrung his hands as he followed Patton out of the building and they made their way back to their dorm. “Three hours is a lot of time to waste that I could spend studying,” he insisted.

“But you’re not wasting time if you’re sleeping,” Patton replied firmly.

Logan just shook his head again and tugged at his hair. “I hate this class,” he moaned.

“I know you do. You’ve said as much plenty of times already,” Patton reminded him gently.

“Yeah, well, it is what it is,” Logan said as they made it inside their building.

Patton stayed quiet for the next few moments as they got upstairs, but when they got to their room he pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as Logan begrudgingly got ready for bed.

“Last Day to Drop a Course Without Record: February 17th,” Patton read aloud.

Logan looked up. “What? Oh. I mean, that sounds really complicated,” he said.

“Is it, though?” Patton said firmly. “Based on how things are going it’s probably worth considering, don’t you think?”

“But I’d have to make it up during a later semester, and it’s just gonna push everything off track.”

“Not necessarily,” Patton replied. “I mean, we have six semesters left, and you could always retake it over the summer. But if you keep this up, then it’s going to catch up with you and ruin everything else you have going on this semester.”

“You’re not an advisor, Patton,” Logan mumbled as he crawled into bed. “Don’t you think you should let Professor West tell me these kinds of things?”

“I’m not saying this as an advisor, Logan. I’m just saying it as your friend,” Patton said patiently as he turned out the light. “You have a week to think about it. I’m just saying, it’s worth considering.”

“I guess,” Logan responded, turning to look at the ceiling.

“Alright. Just get some sleep now, okay? I promise I’ll make sure you’re up by six.” Patton soothed.

For the first time that night, Logan found himself getting choked up.

“Thanks, Patton,” he managed to say. “…I appreciate it.”

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Not His Fault

Or…

Logan Kissing a Banana Because He Was Drunk!

Pairings: Gosh, all over the place, really…brotherly Analogical and Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, and Romantic Logince, at least.

Warnings: (Underage) Drinking, Incompatible Sexuality

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“Ooh, woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now…”

Virgil stood in the middle of Remy’s living room, dancing with some random girls without a care in the world, when suddenly he was interrupted by a strong arm pulling him back into the hallway. He turned to look at what had caused the disruption, and found himself face to face with a very distressed Patton.

“Hey, what gives?” he asked irritably. “I was finally starting to have a good time and then you pull me out here?”

But he softened when he finally noticed Patton’s face. “Hold on, what’s the matter?”

“Never been so worried in my life,” Patton panted. “Have you talked to Logan at all?”

“Logan? What about him?” Virgil asked, a little more alert now. “Isn’t he still in his dorm?”

Patton widened his eyes. “Wait, you mean, you didn’t know he was here? I assumed he came with you.”

Virgil grit his teeth and pulled Patton further away from the music. “No, he definitely did not come with me. But look, he’s a smart kid. As long as he doesn’t go around trying to embarrass me, I really don’t see the issue,” he said half-jokingly, and turned back towards the living room. But Patton pulled him back desperately.

“I don’t think you understand, Virgil. The last I saw him, he was talking with Remy,” he said pointedly.

“O…kay? I mean, Remy’s a cool guy, I still fail to see what the problem is,” Virgil replied. But he came back anyway and walked with Patton to find a more quiet place to talk.

“Virgil, stay with me here,” Patton persisted once they had found their way to the staircase. He put both hands on Virgil’s shoulders and stared him right in the eye. “Has Logan ever had alcohol before? Like, ever?”

Virgil’s stomach dropped, but he maintained his composure. “Um, not that I can remember, no.”

“Well, I had been keeping an eye on him for a while, but last I saw him, Remy was handing him a drink. And as nice as Remy may be, I have a feeling that he has no idea what’s in that drink, and I highly doubt Logan himself does either.”

Virgil frowned. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “Well, I mean…so what if he did drink? That’s not my business. Let him do what he wants. What do I care?” he asked. But his voice cracked at that last sentence, and he finally sunk down and sat on the stairs. Patton sat down next to him and waited patiently for him to collect himself.

“Okay, but wait, what exactly did you see?” Virgil asked after a few moments. “Did you see him take the drink?”

“I–” Patton began, but Virgil grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him.

“Did you or did you not watch my baby brother take a cup of alcohol from a senior and do nothing to stop it?” he shouted.

“I was across the room,” Patton insisted, putting his hands up. “I tried to follow them but I couldn’t see where they went so I came straight over to find you. All of this couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes ago. Please believe me.” Virgil dropped his hands, and Patton continued more quietly, “I want to help.”

Virgil gazed at his best friend for a moment, and then spun around to lean forward and drop his head down. He sat like that for a moment, completely shaken by sobs.

Patton put a hand on Virgil’s back and rubbed it firmly. “Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I’m sorry if I scared you when I first came over, but really, it’s gonna be fine. This is not a big apartment.”

He wrapped Virgil in a side hug and stood up, extending his hand. “Come on, let’s go to the kitchen,” he offered.

Virgil took his hand and followed him down the hall, still trembling. But when he saw Remy standing in the kitchen doorway, his fear melted into fury.

Remy perked up at the sight of him and gave a guilty smile. “Oh, hey, Virgil! I was just–”

“You do realize I can report you, right?” Virgil interrupted, gripping his shirt. “Not just to campus, but the police, too. It’s against the law to serve alcohol to minors.”

“I know it is, and I should have checked with him first, and I’m sorry. I figured it out within, like five minutes,” Remy responded, putting his hands up just as Patton had done earlier. “I know he’s eighteen and I know it was his first time. I already got all that out of him. But that’s why I stayed around to help, alright? I gave him some water and I’ve been watching him this whole time. He’s totally safe.”

He pulled back from the doorway to reveal Logan, sitting on a stool with his chin on the counter. He was mumbling to himself and holding…a banana?

“Hey Logan, I think your brother’s here to see you,” Remy called out affectionately. He walked over to the counter, and the other two followed him, Patton in particular still giving Remy a hard glare.

But Logan didn’t take any notice. He just kept staring at the banana in his hand. “Hmm, Roman, you’re literally the best actor I’ve ever seen and I cannot get enough of it,” he said dreamily as he brought his lips to the peel and started making out with it.

Virgil burst into relieved giggles and draped his arms around his little brother, and Patton stood back and snickered. “Roman…” he said thoughtfully. “Isn’t that that theatre major who’s in the improv troupe? Sophomore, right?”

Remy nodded. “That’s why he came here,” he explained softly. “He thought he could find Roman at the party.”

“Aw, Logan has a little crush!” Patton cooed. Virgil pulled out of the hug and looked down at his brother with a half-smile of his own.

The three older boys stood in silence for a few minutes, all trying to cool off, when suddenly Logan put the banana down and slumped over. Virgil drew back and gasped, but Remy calmly came over and shoved the half-empty glass of water towards him. “Hey, let’s get a little more water, okay? Then Patton and Virgil here can take you home.

Logan lifted his head. "But…Roman…”

“I don’t think Roman’s coming tonight,” Remy said gently. “I’m sure you can see him later though, okay?”

Logan nodded and solemnly drank the rest of the water while Remy stroked his hair. Virgil stood back in awe as he watched Remy tenderly care for his little brother, and shot the former a grateful look. Remy looked back up and gave him a nod, and even Patton couldn’t help softening a little.

Finally Logan was done with his water, and he lifted himself up from the stool. Naturally, he stumbled, but Patton and Virgil ran forward to pick him up, each hauling him under one armpit.

“You guys gonna get home okay?” Remy asked.

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, we are. I’ll just take him back to my place. Thanks again.”

Remy waved goodbye, and the other three made their way out the door.

“So…Roman, huh?” Patton asked cheerfully once they were outside.

Logan nodded as he stumbled along the sidewalk, now a good deal more alert. “Yeah. He’s great. You know him?”

Patton nodded. “I met him once or twice, yeah. Seems like a pretty cool guy, right, Virgil?”

Virgil smiled. “Hey, no complaints from me! If you like him, I say go for it.”

“Oh, I definitely am going for it, believe me!” he chirped.

Virgil chuckled at his intoxicated brother’s bubbly demeanor, and turned to open his apartment. But moments after he got inside, he stopped cold.

Logan fell forward at the sudden change in momentum, but Patton caught him before he could hit the floor. Meanwhile, Virgil lurched forward in agony.

Patton gave Virgil a questioning look, but he rushed Logan over to the couch and dragged Virgil into the kitchen.

“What on earth happened?” Patton whispered. “You just stopped out of nowhere.”

“I know, it’s just…I remembered something.”

Patton tilted his head. “What did you remember?”

“Roman,” Virgil gasped out, “has a girlfriend.”

Patton’s heart sank. “Are you sure?”

Virgil nodded miserably. “Yeah, I am. I’m positive. He posted some pictures with her just last weekend, remember?”

“Oh. But Logan doesn’t have Facebook, does he?”

Virgil shook his head. “No, but…” He peered back into the living room, where Logan was already fast asleep. He turned back to Patton.

“You don’t understand, this has happened before. It was not a pretty sight, and now it’s going to happen again, and it was just minutes after I told him to go for it, too.”

Patton opened his arms, and Virgil ran into them. Patton rubbed his best friend’s back as he cried his eyes out for the second time that night.

“Look,” Patton said as he pulled back, “how about we cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? What matters right now is, we got Logan home safely and we know that at least physically, he’s gonna be okay. Hungover, probably, but okay.”

“And emotionally?” Virgil asked with raised eyebrows.

Patton grimaced. “I know it’s scary,” he went on. “But…”

“But what?” Virgil cried as Patton struggled to find the words. “My little brother is going to get his heart broken again all because he can’t find someone on the same page as him, and I mean, that’s not even his fault! It’s just not fair. There is no upside here, Patton.”

“I’m not…saying there’s an upside, exactly,” Patton said carefully. “But what I am saying is, you’re a good big brother. Really,” he said earnestly.

“But then why’d I set him up to get heartbroken again?” Virgil asked as he dissolved into tears again.

Patton drew him close. “Hey, it’s okay. No, you can’t save him from everything, but that doesn’t make your love for him any less valid. Look, we’re gonna figure this out. I’ll be there to help you. But right now I think everyone just needs a good night’s sleep.”

He stood in the kitchen and rocked Virgil back and forth until the latter’s crying slowed down.

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Teacher’s Lounge

For @paradoxicalpatton (I find it kinda funny that you said “if you’re still doing them” because this was literally the first prompt I got haha)

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PAIRING: Romantic Logicality

WARNINGS: None

WORDS: 571

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“Rick Riordan is not a literary author, Emily, and for the millionth time, you cannot do your book report on The Lightning Thief. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to do this over.”

Logan shoved the three-page monstrosity back into his stubborn English student’s hands, and was met with a very predictable groan.

“Ugh, you never let your students have any fun,” Emily whined. “Why don’t you take a page from Mr. Morgan and just chill out for once?”

“What Mr. Morgan does with his math students is none of my business. I am your English teacher and I say you need to redo this. But for now, it’s time for lunch, so go eat.” He pointed his finger out the door.

Emily sneered at her teacher, but trudged out the door anyway. “I expect a completed paper on my desk by tomorrow!” Logan called out as she left.

Now in his empty classroom, he sat down at his desk to put his head in his hands for a minute, but finally he collected himself and made his way to the teachers lounge.

He sat down at the table and pulled out his lunch, trying to remember just how he ended up teaching middle schoolers in the first place. They were nothing more than bratty, spoiled kids, and they never listened to him, and–

“Oh, hey there, Logan!”

Suddenly Logan looked up, and came face to face with Patton–or rather, Mr. Morgan. He perked up.

…Oh, right. That was why his job was bearable. He moved his stuff over to make room for him, meanwhile oblivious to his colleagues who were standing off to the side and smirking.

“Good day to you, Patton. How were your classes this morning?”

“Pretty hectic. But, you know, that’s how middle school is.”

Logan smiled in spite of himself. “Oh, of course, it must be just awful being the popular teacher,” he said playfully.

“Huh?” Patton asked.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean. My students tell me all the time how I should be more like you.”

Patton cocked his head. “They do? But why would they do that? I mean,” he said shyly, “you’re the one who actually gets people to listen to you.”

Logan just stared down at his sandwich. “Huh…I guess I never thought about it that way before.”

“Well, now you have!” Patton responded cheerfully.

Logan gave a half-smile. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

They ate together in silence for a few moments, but just as Patton got up, Logan pulled him back down. “Hey, do you want to meet at some point this weekend? You know, just to discuss teaching techniques,” he added quickly.

Patton furrowed his brow, then smiled. “Sure! That sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” Logan nodded, and packed up his own things.

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As the teachers filed out of the lounge and prepared for their afternoon classes, Remy and Virgil hung back; the former had a huge grin on his face.

“I knew it!” Remy said, pumping his fist. “I told you they’d start hanging out outside of work soon enough.”

Virgil smiled good-naturedly. “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. They’re just trading tips for managing their students.” But, he shook Remy’s hand anyway.

“Okay, whatever you say!” Remy singsonged. “Now, about that stack of essays I need help grading…”

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