Day 19: Prinxiety/Loceit (pt 3)

I’ll start glowing in a second, I swallowed a flashlight!

One thought, Patton in a skirt

Also I’ve started on requests, the first will probably take the longest but not a real long time so..

can i- can i have analogical kiss on the cheek please? thank youu

Come again?

Virgil when he mad

You get me one. You try and figure out which I am.

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infinity, and beyond

He remembers the first time he kissed Janus. He remembers the way they were curled up against each other, the lights dimmed and the television on low volume, neither of them paying attention to the images on the screen. It was messy and terrible, as far as kisses go, and Patton loved every moment of it, and when they pulled away from each other, they were both breathless, smiling, and he knew then that what he felt, Janus felt too.

He remembers, too, the moment he heard about Virgil.

It’s not every day that your husband’s long-lost kid breaks into your house. It’s not every day that you find out your husband of four years is an alien.

Patton’s just trying to roll with the punches.

Content Warnings: threats of violence, mild body horror, brief, non-graphic panic attack

Word Count: 7,168

Pairings: Moceit, parental Anxceit

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Patton’s day begins with a teenager holding a knife to his throat.

Technically, the day has already begun; it is mid-morning, the sun inching steadily toward noon. But Patton has barely been awake an hour, has been sitting at the kitchen table with his mug of coffee, staring at all the final exams he has yet to grade as he waits for his brain to start functioning. He likes Saturday mornings; he would go so far as to say that they’re usually his favorite part of the week, because usually, Saturday mornings mean sleeping in, wrapped in his husband’s arms, and later, a big brunch and a lazy day. But today, an emergency called Janus into the office, and he has a backlog of grading to finish this weekend, so here he is. Squinting, bleary-eyed, and with a sad lack of a husband to keep him company.

That is when the teenager appears.

Appears, because there is no better word for what happens. There is no break-in, no slamming of doors or shattering of windows. One minute, he is alone, and the next, there is another person in the kitchen, a young person who can’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen, and Patton barely has time to process that before they lunge for him, knocking him from his chair and to the floor, pinning him against the cool tile.

It takes a second to process the bite of cold, sharp metal against his throat, but as soon as he does, Patton wakes up very, very quickly.

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Virgil: If you found out you only had one day left to live, what would you do with it?

Patton: Say goodbye and mend my relationships.

Janus: Something illegal.

Logan: Accept my fate.

Remus: I would message ten people saying that if they didn’t forward the message to 10 other people, I would die tomorrow.

Roman: What?

Janus: That’s fucking awesome. Can I change my answer?

Mwahahhah yes.

How many countdown blogs are we going to have

Roman: *laying face down on the ground, motionless*

Thomas: Roman, are you okay?! ROMAN?!

Virgil: no, he's dead

Thomas: WHAT?!

Virgil: he's dead

Thomas: SIDES CAN DIE?!

Virgil: APPARENTLY

Thomas: HOW DO YOU KNOW?!

Virgil, pointing at Roman: BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING DEAD