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darthbecky726 · 3 years

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Bad Batch 1x01 spoilers

I've never done something like this before, but I figured I'd start. Reactions to the first episode of The Bad Batch. (This ended up being a lot longer than I intended, but whatever)

Spoilers under the cut

Red logo burning away starts strong

Yay narrator dude!!

Feels like clones wars

Animated rots scenes!!

And what grevious did after the rots beginning

HOLY SHIT DEPA!!!!!

And caleb right???

And we're in

Omg who voiced young caleb bc it sounds a lot like fpj but aged down and he def doesn't sound like the 14 I know he was when this happened

I like how we started out on familiar characters but not ahsoka or anyone from tcw. We started w young kanan and his master and we know what happened to them and all but if anyone watching hasn't seen rebels they wouldn't be lost as to who caleb and depa are, they'd just assume they're random jedi in o66

Good ol droid screaming as it falls off a cliff

Wow. Them.

I love crosshair

And wrecker

And tech

And echo

And hunter

B1's are so dumb

Lmao the salt from hunter

I feel like depas forehead pearls are a bit unrealistically large but I have no cultural standpoint to really know so...

Caleb's voice is too deep in the same way that jack frost from rotg's voice doesn't match his character model

Ah wrecker not really knowing what she means and echo, the one who has been trained to deal w people and hung out w ani and obi is just like 'thanks general'

Obes kenobes mention

Why is echo so pale

Depa and caleb feel a little too pale too tbh I wonder if it's the lighting or the whitewashing

Wow caleb is a lot like ezra, I can see why kanan wanted to train him lol

Is this what separates caleb and depa, leading to her telling him to run??? Do I need to read dume???

Oh no

Noooooooooo

Bb didn't get the order!

Oh caleb nooooo! Nooooooo they didn't receive that order, they can help you!!!

And he's gone

Oh I need an au where caleb stayed with bb and they helped him after depa died

Hunter sounds so much like rex it's weird like ik they're supposed to sound the same but it feels like wrecker is replacing rex or something. Even tho ik rex's story is over for the time being

Crosshair, no! Don't shoot at him! He's baby

Oh no did crosshair get o66???? It didn't seem to trigger anything in any of the rest of them, but is crosshair close enough to 'reg' for it to have triggered???

😭😭good soldiers follow orders

"sure thing, boss" "hey hunter got a sitch"

Crosshair acting sus

Oh I love watching padawans fight, they're so good!!

I hope that hit to the tree did a lil cognitive recalibration for crosshair, he was acting crazy

Caleb looks so scared!! He just watched his master get gunned down by his friends and now strange clones are trying to kill him/confusing him

Oh caleb

Oh no crosshair don't try to kill him!! Hunters trying to help!

Also hunter doesn't sound as much like rex w the helmet off, but it's weird bc most of the clones are distinguishable by voice even w helmets on. I guess it's the 'im in charge' voice

Star wars if caleb had gone w the bb

Oh hunter u sly dog lying to crosshair so he doesn't go after him. U gotta figure out why crosshair responded to o66 and no one else in ur unit did

Oh crosshair knows he's been lied to

I will always love coming-out-of-hyperspace shots

Ooh kamino, always nice this time of year

Echo is done w wrecker

Why hasn't crosshair taken his helmet off yet, lil bit sus

They better get his chip out on kamino, I don't wanna deal w this

Oof hunter

Oh who’s that, giving me cloud city vibes

Extreme cloud city vibes wow

Never realized how many clones are just on kamino

Coruscant guard?!?! FOX?!?!

The vibes here, omg

‘The war is over’ wow

Oh no who was that

A female jedi, doesn’t appear to be shaak, couldn’t see any montrals but never know, we don’t officially know how or where she died

Ok wow none of the bb has their helmets on except for crosshair, who got the order. The regs around kamino all have their helmets on. That scene in victory and death when ahsoka took rex’s helmet off-

And crosshair, he’s actins strange too

Oh tech, do u guys get bullied by regs a lot??

I love their barracks

Lol he finally took his helmet off only to stick a toothpick in his mouth, can he get anymore cliched?

Wrecker is seeming a lot more infantilized than he was in the s7 eps...

Yeah crosshair’s being sus

Ooh, he shifted his toothpick

Lmao ‘what programming’

Well documented my ass

Tech’s speech patterns are so stiff and robotic, it’s like he has to remind himself to talk in basic instead of binary or some shit

Tech throwing shade at crosshair

I can’t quite tell if we’re supposed to like crosshair at this point

Lmao we been knew

Oop ‘more machine than man’ the vader parallels are serving folks

Understatement.

Ugh sheev

Crusty ass bitch

Straight from rots wow

Who is the mystery child and why does he look mandalorian

Ooh he gone

Oh no, the beninning of the empire

Cheering?? Why?!?

That imperial march fade in tho

Thank you echo

Oh shit mystery child is female

Omega, I would not have guessed the pronunciation of your name by reading it wow

She def seems mandalorian

Ugh kaminoans

Oh the kaminoan pronounced it as it usually is, huh.

Omega’s character model def seems more masculine than female, I now headcanon her as trans

Ugh tarkin, I hate that crusty bitch

Empire politics ugh

I love how much shade is being thrown at tarkin and his stormtrooper proposal lmao

Why do all these clones have the standard haircut?? ik them boys like their variety, even if these boys are still under o66′s programming

Wrecker you’re being extremely loud

They’re all being loud in the mess, why

They remember, kid

Lol child

Oh my sweet summer children

The dad instinct was clearly passed genetically from jango lol all these clones got it

Why are background characters so mean? What about it, shiny? Why is ur hair regulation, reg??

The Sad Batchn omg the slander

Lol the food fight I’ve read about in the fics, its finally happening!

Is she.... australian??

The over-animation of character movements in this is reminding me of the looser style of rebels, as opposed to the more clunky style of tcw

Lmao he’s still got food on him

Food fight!!

‘Not again’???!!! Echo!! Wdym not again?! Food fights have happened before?!?? Wait. W bb or w torrent, bc I can see torrent having food fights on the resolute-

Crosshair’s just eating his food until someone messes

I like how echo still has his kamas

Oh no echo!!

Oh echo’s trauma, he doesn’t trust medical droids! Where’s kix when u need him, huh?

Lol, comically long name for a robot trope is alive and well, huh

Lmao the droid lowers his voice like ik this is a perceived bad thing, but I will not tolerate this slander, boys u need to get off kamino

‘The shock’ lmao whyyy

Lmao tech!!

Oh, echo recognized tarkin from the citadel!

‘When you blew up’ lmao

Oh they make me sad

Aaaaah fox!

Man the domino squad nostalgia

Those droids look cool

This is a neat scene, I like seeing them in action

Wrecker reminding me of hevy, but he’s got the training and success to back it up

Live fire???? No!!

Ugh I hate tarkin

Oh no wtecker

Did he just get shot!???!

Oh no crosshair, be careful!

Tarkin’s trying to kill them!!!

Lol wrecker I love you

Echo using his mech hand as a weapon, truly an arc

Now I wanna see what happened on felucia

I like how tech’s just sitting on the droid’s shoulders

And hunter just had a knife

These boys, I love them

Oh no tech bby

Hot damn that was cool

Wrecher things so too lmao

Tarkin’s like “why didn’t that work??’

Oh new baby clones

No tf they could not, they would never serve the empire and those bitches

I love that they have a window apartment lol

Ugh tarkin u shifty

They all stand at attention, only after glaring at tarkin

Oh no onderon

I hate tarkin, he’s a bitch

How quickly could bitch lord and darth sad have replaced the armory on kamino??

Crosshair still acting sus

Neither does echo, kid

No.

I like omega.

Crosshair, with the sassy hand on the hip-

What does that even mean?? Or elude to??

Lmao tech messing w wrecker, they rlly r bros

Its prob the vegetation

Oh, I missed onderon, but not this much

Lol the put-upon sigh

Its clearly saw and his rebels

Saw! Looking sharp, what’s w the hair....

That’s a very geometric beard, saw

They didn’t kill any jedi!

That’s not what happened, tech

‘The clones’ bitch that was rex and ahsoka, check urself

Aw, I’ve always like the design of imperial probe droids

Thank you, echo

It seems like crosshair’s o66 programming and his mutation are warring w his morals

Lmao the shade

I knew she was an enhanced clone!

Oh, so she is (at least on paper) trans! She’s a clone of jango, and yet she’s female! That must be her modification, but it makes me wonder why

Lol *flicks toothpick*

Aw, they have a picture of themselves! Recent-ish, too, its got echo!

Oh no, AZI!

The difference between them arriving earlier and now, the lack of escort...

Creepy how they had to open the hanger door themselves

Oh no! Everyone!

The coruscant guard, I wish they had gotten better

Tarkin u dramatic bitch

‘The brig’ this ain’t some tallship

Lol echo that shade

Their blacks are different from the ones seen in the past

Crosshair, stop being a bitch

Oh, I don’t like that phrase!! And the fact that crosshair screamed it in echo’s face makes me uneasy. Did rex fill echo in on why fives died?? I hope so...

Crosshair, ur chip hurting??

This child, I like her.

No! Don’t hit hunter!

No crosshair!!!!

I dislike this immensly

So they do still have inhibitor chips!

Tarkin you monster

Oh poor crosshair

ihatethisihatethisihatethis

Lol tech I love you

Wrecker you sweet pea

Lol that’s adorable

I love how they form a “wall” its so suspicious

He was about to say that, omega

Aaww, echo protective boi

Wrecker shut up tf

That was cool

Sneaky bois

This reminds me of rex and ahsoka sneaking around in v&d

Echo runs so stupid

Oh no they winter soldier’d him!

If he says who the hell is crosshar, I will lose my shit

Yes, he has. They took it from him.

The toothpick

I wonder how they’re gonna get crosshair back to normal

Not good that they nabbed the sniper

Oh, crosshair shot him in the same place he got hit during training!

Ooh, a kaminoan on their side!

I hope omega doesn’t die

Poor trigger etiquette, crosshair

Wonder if omega has any speciality training

They’re just gonna leave him there!?!?!?!?!

Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!

Omega reminds me of young boba

Oh, so its in her dna

Go back for crosshair!!

Holy fucking shit that was amazing! I didn’t expect it to be that long, but I’m not complaining! This ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but I don’t feel like cutting anything out, so sorry for the long post but at least I put it under a cut.

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Candy bags of Lollipops

Warnings: Minor character death, single parenthood, adoption, (If you want to skip over the sad stuff just scroll to the -- mark and read from there)

Ship: Moxiety, Logince

Plot: Patton is 19 years old, a university student, he loves kids, but he never really thought this day would come. Desperate to save his sister’s child from being put in the care system, or worse, with their parents, he takes her on into his life and watches as his entire world flips upside down.

The call came at 1PM on a Wednesday afternoon; he’d been walking back to his apartment after class, his satchel banging against his hip as he walks and the cool summer air washes down the back of his neck, sinking against his skin. He’d been happy, a lollipop hanging out of his mouth, one of those 25¢ ones, the music died down and his phone played his ringtone.

He pops the lollipop out of his mouth, squinting at the number on his phone before answering it, holding the microphone up to his mouth “Hello?” The voice on the other end tops, his lollipop slides between his fingertips and shatters on the concrete.

“Are you sure?”

Patton had always been close to his elder sister. The two of them had been raised in a household where they’d clung to each other for most of their life. Patton had left when he was sixteen to go to boarding school, whilst she’d moved down the road two years prior once she realized she was pregnant, not wanting her parents to ever have any sort of influence on her child.

It was hard to imagine her like this, skin so pale and eyes so dull, he identified her and cried. Slinking out of the room. “You were registered as her next of kin,” He nods numbly, “Her legal will states that you’re...you’ve been assigned to foster her child,” Patton’s head rests against the wall, of course, she would never let their parents anywhere near her little girl. He nods.

“There will be forms you have to sign and such,”

“Yeah, I get it can I just...have a minute alone please?” He mutters, not unkindly, but in that exhausted tone of voice. His sister is dead. And now he has to tell a five-year-old little girl that she’s never going to see her mummy again.

At 3PM he gets the bus down to her school, he walks to the reception and starts talking, he had it planned out everything he was going to say, he’d had the entire half an hour ride to breakdown. But the moment he starts to talk, he can feel the tears welling up. The receptionist hands him some tissues and he pulls himself together as she goes to get the teacher.

When the little girl comes into the room, her hair still tied in the ponytails that he mum had put them in this morning, blue eyes wide and scared. Patton takes a deep breath, he has to keep himself held together. “Hey monkey,” He says softly, holding his arms out for her, she sidles into them.

“Uncle Pat? Why’s everyone sad?” He swallows back his tears as the teacher steps out of the room with the receptionist.

“Bri, there’s no easy way to say this,” he swallows “Your mommy, she’s gone to a better place, up into Heaven,” Brielle, her hair bouncing behind her as she steps back, her tiny body slumping slightly as her eyes welled with tears “Did mommy tell you about people who go to Heaven?” She nods, and Patton doesn’t believe in a God especially not now, but if it gives this little girl some hope, for now, that wherever her mom is she’s happy, then he’ll let her believe.

“So I won’t be able to see her again?”

“No, monkey, I’m sorry.” ‘monkey’ a nickname Patton had given the little girl for inability to stay in one place at one time and her love for climbing up things that aren’t meant to be climbed up. Right now she looked like nothing more than a scared little girl who wants her mother, no energy or light left in her as she buries her little face into Patton’s jumper and cries. Unreserved tears that only children really have, loud and angry and full of anguish. But this isn’t a broken toy that Patton can fix, no matter how much she cries, for once he really cannot take away her pain.

“Brielle, stop climbing on the counter!” Patton’s only half upset really as he stares up at the six-year-old who is grinning mischievously at him. “The babysitter is going to be here in fifteen minutes,” He sighs in exasperation as she leaps into his arms and allows herself to be sat on a stool, he places a comb, brush, and bobble on the counter. “You’re going to need a hair cut soon monkey,”

“Nooooooo!” Brielle squeals, pouting “I like my hair!”

“Only the ends kiddo, they’re started to split, I’m not planning on getting it all shaved off don’t worry,” She giggles in response as he sprays some water on her hair and starts to comb it. Brielle, who hates having to sit still, begins to kick up a fuss and complaining that it hurts, so Patton just goes slower and gentler until she realizes she played herself by lying.

“Hurry up Pat!” She whines.

“Make up your mind,” He chuckles in response, tying her hair up in a bun and letting her shimmy down from the stool. “Alright so, when he gets here you know the rules and so does he, no chocolate or sweets until you’ve finished your homework and then you’re only allowed one packet or bar out of the tub, you can watch TV whilst you work and highlight what you don’t understand for me to go through when I come home, or ask him he has a phone, no swearing, don’t climb on things because not everyone has my reflexes and yes that does include the table, okay?”

“Are you going to bring me some lollipops on the way home?”

“Only if you’re good!” She’s always good really, one of the most well-behaved kids he’d ever met.

Well, the only kid he’s ever met really.

Getting a job had been hard, he’d had to drop down to part-time study, apply for single parent benefits, pay for a babysitter and then find a job that he could actually do. Oh and learn how to cook something that isn’t pizza.

There’s a knock at the door and Patton squeezes Brielle’s hand as she slides behind him shyly whilst he opens the door. “Hey there!” He beams at the stranger, who has immediately attracted the young girl's attention as she peeks around from around Patton’s legs.

“Purple...” She gasps, staring at the iridescent hair that’s splayed into the stranger’s dark eyes, he chuckles in response, a low sound that has Patton’s lips curling into a smile just a little too. “Pat his hair is purple!” She’s giddy now, sliding from behind her uncle to make grabby hands “Can I have purple hair?”

“Maybe when you’re older kiddo,” Patton lifts her up “This is Virgil, he’s going to be looking after you whilst I go to work, okay?” He gets the feeling that thanks to the taller man’s hair, she was going to be more than okay with this situation as she wriggles in Patton’s arms to try and touch his hair. “You can’t just grab people’s hair kiddo,”

With a huff “Mr Virgil can I touch your hair please?” The laugh this gets in response tells Patton that these two were going to be getting on just fine.

“Was she well-behaved?” Patton asks, holding a candy bag behind his back as he enters the room, Virgil, who is in the midst of having his hair braided by a six-year-old, looks up with a grin.

“Excitable, but the most well-behaved child I’ve ever looked after,” Brielle seems to like this, cheering. This meant she gets lollipops.

“After dinner kiddo,” He grins, shaking the bag of lollipops, she jumps off the couch to bounce excitedly. “Has she finished her homework?” He asked Virgil as she sits down to collect up all her toys and put them away in time for dinner. Virgil nods in response and holds out the little plastic wallet for Patton to go over with her later. “Would you like to stay for dinner, we’re having spaghetti bolognese, and I have a habit of making too much for everyone,”

Virgil’s a little dazed by these two, a little girl who seems so happy and excited to learn and interact, who is possibly the kindest and strangest little girl he’d ever met. Then a man with really sad eyes who doesn’t look a day over 19 years old who looks tired and yet so happy with this little girl. And then, he’s asked if he wants dinner? This might be the first babysitting job that didn’t end with him needing to sleep for a day. “If it’s not a bother,”

“Not at all!”

Every Saturday and Sunday Virgil comes to babysit whilst Patton goes to work, every Saturday and Sunday he’s offered dinner. One day, Patton asks if he could come and babysit on a day that’s neither of those days. He’s quiet, and he’s sad and his eyes look like he’s seen a ghost when the day comes. Bri doesn’t seem any different, completely in her own little world as she draws over blank pieces of paper.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,”

Virgil asks Brielle if she knows where Patton’s going because he’s curious and worried. “To see my mommy!” She replies, her smile faltering “I’m too young to go see her yet, Patton said when I’m a bigger girl he’ll take me,”

oh.

He had a feeling when he noticed Patton looks so young, too young to be the parent of a six-year-old, and how Brielle didn’t call the other ‘dad’. He looks at the little girl as she draws, she’d lost her mom, but she still seemed so full of life and Virgil doesn’t want to ask why he doesn’t want to put the little girl through that. So he sits down and draws with her, creating worlds full of princes and princesses and vampires and witches.

When Patton comes home he makes dinner quietly, he puts Brielle to bed earlier than usual and Virgil knows the talk that's about to happen. “How old was she?”

“Twenty-six,”

“And she was your...”

“Sister, and best friend,” Patton takes a sip of his tea, his eyes ringed red from the crying he must have done today and then simply collected himself for this little girl who he adored so greatly. “Last year,” He exhales deeply and swallows “But, it’s okay,” He says softly “It has to be okay for Brielle’s sake, she knows she’s never really going to see her mother again, and she needs me to stay strong for her, but if Sophia were here now she tells me I spoil her rotten,” He laughs tearily “But what else are you supposed to do? She was my entire world and she was Brielle’s everything,” He chokes on his words “I’ll spoil her until I’m too old to do so because if I can’t give her her mother I’ll give her everything else,”

Virgil’s hand reaches out across the table and squeezes Patton’s, it’s the first time he’d seen the man cry or really anything less than radiant sunshine. “Have you ever talked to anyone about it? It must have flipped everything upside down,”

“I haven’t, my parents aren’t...they aren’t kind people, they started a fight with me at her funeral, demanding that Brielle go with them, I told them that Soph wouldn’t want them anywhere near her child, she didn’t, she ran away from them once she found out she was pregnant and never even let her near them,” He intertwines his fingers with Virgil’s. “And up until then I just never made friends, always had my head in my books, I couldn’t afford a counselor with a child to feed,”

“You’ve got me, now,”

Patton believes him.

Virgil turns up one day with a friend, a friend that has bright red hair and freckles and green eyes and is possibly the gayest man that Patton has ever encountered in his life. “Does the little one like makeup?” He holds up a case, Patton is baffled and nods.

“Roman, Patton, Roman...Brielle!”

The little girl is flinging herself at Roman, “I want hair like that!” She exclaims, her little body trying it’s very best to climb up the newcomer. “Pat can I have hair like that?” Patton sighs, a smile on his lips.

“I don’t think anyone else can have hair like that,” Virgil muttered. “Roman’s my brother and I have a question to ask you,” Patton allows himself to be pulled aside somewhere quieter as Roman picks up the little girl and allows her to yank at his hair with an amused expression. “Can I take you out tonight? Somewhere nice, a break from you being holed up in work or here, Roman’s got a kid of his own so he knows how to deal with them and he’s happy to look after Brielle for free,”

It’s hard to imagine this guy with a kid, heavily lined eyes and glitter on his cheeks, wild red hair pushed back from his face. He looked like a bachelor, and yet, as Brielle yanks particularly hard and he only pouts in response, he knows that sort of patience only comes from a guy with kids of his own. “Believe me, it’s harder to deal with his husband than it is with children,” Virgil mutters. Patton gets the feeling that’s an explanation for another day.

“Okay, sure, why not?”

So Virgil takes him out on a date. They wander around an art gallery and get coffee at a cute little cafe that has fairy lights strung up from the ceiling. Patton’s not had a chance in his life to have a proper date, he’s not had a chance to kiss a man or hold their hand.

Tonight he does.

Even Brielle can see the smile as wide as the open expanse of the summer sky. Roman wolf whistles on his way out of the door, somewhere down the hall he can hear an excited cheer. “Did Roman teach you how to do makeup?” he asks Brielle once they’re alone

“Yeah, but he said I have bad...c-coo-ordimination,”

“Coordination?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah, I can see that monkey,”

Roman at some point comes a little bit more part of their lives, especially as apart from at school, Brielle doesn’t really get to interact with other kids. So Patton and Roman arrange for Roman to bring his children over to see how Brielle gets on with them. There’s two; a ten-year-old named Remy who had dark eyes and messy black hair and a penchant for dark clothing (”He takes after his other dad”) and a little girl at 8, called Josie, who was extremely intimidated by Brielle at first, shyly hiding behind her brother’s jacket.

By the end of it, the girls are teaming up to chase Remy around, until he’s scrambling on the kitchen counter, assuming himself to be safe up there. Patton doesn’t quite need to break it to him that there’s a reason they call Brielle monkey until she’s leaping onto the stool to engage in a pillow fight.

“Alright that’s enough beating up Remy, he’s too scrawny for this,”

“Dad!”

“It’s true!”

The two adults sit at the table with a cup of coffee once the kids settle down a little, watching TV together. “I’ve never seen her so happy,” Patton sighed “Thank you, Roman,” Roman smiles in response.

“Yeah well, I’ve never seen my brother so happy, so I guess I should thank you too,” Patton blushes and sips his coffee, a small smile on his lips.

At 7PM that day there’s a knock on the door to reveal a very tall and skinny man with curly black hair and piercing cobalt eyes. He smiles “Salutations,”

“And that’s my better half here to pick us up, oh who am I kidding, I’m definitely the better half, come on kids coats and shoes, oh no, not you Brielle you live here!” The newcomer leans against the door with a quiet chuckle on his lips, he looks like the sort of man that wasn’t soft often, but he watched his husband with such a loving smile, shaking his head as he trips over Remy to try and give Josie her coat. “We’ll see you soon cheesy Brie,” Roman chuckles as the little girl gives everyone hugs goodbye. “Logan can you grab Josie for me, Remy take your eyes off your phone for two minutes,”

Logan shakes his head fondly at his husband and picks up the little girl. “It was nice to meet you Patton, oh hello,” Brielle had rather decided she wanted to give Logan a hug too, he bends down to do so, ruffling her hair “And it was nice to meet you too Brielle, I’ve been hearing a lot about you from Roman,”

Patton almost feels like he’s at home for the first time in his life.

Logan is a strange man, and as the four adults sit at a slowly getting cramped breakfast bar, Patton is starting to see what Virgil had meant. He’s...enigmatic for lack of a better word, Roman seemed to have no trouble keeping up with him even if everyone else couldn’t, and in the end, Patton supposes that’s what’s most important.

Virgil, whose head is leaning on Patton’s shoulder as he sips his coffee, watches the two with amusement; they’d been together since Virgil was ten so you’d think he would be used to their dynamics but honestly, he’ll never quite get used to it. Patton kisses the top of his head gently “You okay darling?” He mutters, Virgil smiles and nods, nuzzling his shoulder.

Patton wonders if this is what love feels like.

The kids play, well Josie and Brielle play whilst Remy watches TV, leaning left and right to see around the playing children, a cup of decaf coffee in a cup that he sips slowly. “He’s used to noise,” Roman hums “Josie can be quite excitable,”

“I can see that,” Patton chuckles as the little girl leaps up onto her father’s lap, “Oh hey monkey,” He chuckles as Brielle also begs for her parent’s attention. Logan hums in amusement as he drinks his black coffee, poking his child’s nose playfully, she giggles and bats his hand away.

“No booping!” She declared “No boops allowed,” The adults dissolve into laughter.

“So, what are we?” The two men sit at the window, staring out at the city lights. Logan and Roman were half sleeping on the couch, which can be pulled out into a bed, Josie and Brielle curled up on the bottom bunk of a bed whilst Remy (plays on his phone) lies on the top bunk. “I’ve never really had the chance to explore romance, but I would like too with you, Virgil,”

“I’d like that too Patton,”

There wasn’t much more that needed to be said there, as Patton leans forward to capture Virgil’s lips in his own, his careful hand cupping the other’s face. Lips moved sweetly against each other, gentle, innocent, the first time any of them had felt fireworks like this; as the city sang itself to sleep in a hum of care engines and police sirens, and the lights started to dim in the dark, Patton knows that he’s going to be okay.

That the little family, he’d managed to build with the shattered pieces of his heart, and Virgil’s love and care for those around him, from Brielle’s teary eyes and Remy’s phone addiction. From Josie’s shy loudness and Logan and Roman’s eclectic relationship. From candy store bags full of 25¢ lollipops. This little family, strange and wonderful, was going to be okay.

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