Snowflakes ; Sander Sides ; Moxeity ; Fantasy AU

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Hi, and welcome to Snowflakes! A moxeity story set in a human/fantasy AU. Some possible triggers for this book are;

Suicide

Cancer

Cancer death

Underage drinking

Miscarriage/stillborn child

With that aside, I'm actually excited to write this. Strange since I don't like Patton or Patton ships-

Spoliers for 'Putting Others First - Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux'

- Grey [4.2.20]

Remy was asleep now, Virgil looked over, watching his younger brother from his own bed across the room. Remy was fourteen now, he didn't need Virgil to look after and protect him. Plus, he had Remus now. The almost legal adult was tossing and turning in the bunk above Virgils.

Which means he can do what he wanted now. He went to the open window, climbing out into the crispy autumn night air. He climbed up onto the roof, watching the stars race across the sky.

"Thomas..." The name left his lips in the form of a sob, he wiped his eyes. "I miss you, alot." He hugged his knees to his chest, closing his eyes he could almost see Thomas' face. "You were all I had, y'know. Sure, Janus is a good dad, and I'll miss Remy and Remus but...they can't account to you." He scoffed a bit. "I promise, I'm not turning into a sap. I just...I miss your hugs, and your smile...I miss letting you play with my hair." Virgil stood up, looking up at the sky. "I miss...a shooting star-" He's interrupted mid thought as he sees the star fly across the sky, he closes his eyes tight and wishes. Before he's bending down to put his sneakers on the roof, holding down the letter.

"Hi!" He jumps, almost falling off the roof, before a firm grip takes his wrist and pulls him back onto the roof. "Nice to meet ya!"

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing on my roof?" Virgil jumped back, looking over this...what the hell is this... It was pratically glowing, like literally alight with light. Bright blue eyes stood out. Other then that it was all light, shaping a short, shorter then Virgil (Which wasn't saying much, Virgil was six feet tall after all) and round...person.

"I don't really have a name- er I'm a light spirit!! I was called from a wish, on the shooting star!" He grins, somehow brighter then the literal glow on his skin.

"What kind of names do you like?" He squeals, jumping.

"Oooo! Um, Asra, Juilet, Pedro, Patrica, Ethan, Gaston, Eric- Ella, too!"

"Woah, woah, what's your favorite?" The light stops, and Virgil could tell it was thinking hard.

"Patton!"

"Then...hiya, Patton," The light finally fades and Virgil is left staring at the cutest boy he's ever seen. Dirty blonde curls atop his head, pierced ears with little blue heart earings and pale frecked skin, he could play connect the dots- "HOLY SHIT YOURE NAKED-" Virgil looks away, covering his eyes.

"Oh, sorry! Forgot about that-" Patton covered himself. "Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"

"Mhm-" Virgil made a vague 'follow me' gesture, going downstairs.

He found a pair of boxers, some of Remy's jeans, not rippped (These were from before he became edgy) and a pastel blue sweater (again, before the edgy phase) It seemed to fit Patton well.

"Hey!-" Patton was shushed by Virgil, who pointed to the sleeping teens. "I don't know your name." Patton whispered.

"Virgil," He grumbled, standing up, "And back up a bit! Personal space-"

"Sorry- I can't see you-"

Virgil was stuck with...Patton.

Attempts failed; twenty-three.