Patton's Perfect Family

Cooking, Punishments, and Movies Part 2

TW: food mentions, burns, forced cross dressing, yelling

written with emilyylime100 (aka wittlevirgilsanders on tumblr) who didn't tell me they had a wattpad. Also they've got an amazing stalker AU they just posted so you should go check that out

Logan and Patton had finally finished the movie at around 12. Patton had set up the kitchen before going to get Damien and see if Virgil had put on his dress.

Virgil, surprising even himself, had put on the dress. Every time he tried to get away from it all he could think about was Patton pulling off his clothes and forcing him into the dress. He was scared of that happening again.

It really was pretty, and it looked almost like it was tailored specifically for him. It just... wasn't him. Seeing this on anyone else would have had him in awe at the sparkles and flowers, but with him it was just ... wrong.

It was too late to change back now though because Patton had come downstairs and was squealing and taking pictures and Virgil was very red.

Soon enough Patton and Damien had left upstairs for the kitchen and Damien's first lesson.

Patton had shown Logan how to start movies on the TV and left him a pile to choose from. He and Damien had soon picked out a relatively simple recipe from the cookbook. Soon the whole upper part of the house was full of giggles. Logan had gone through the pile many times and found nothing interesting.

Though, he was more preoccupied by the door.

It, of course, had a lock. Logan had learned long ago that Patton hadn't done anything stupid when taking them. Everything had locks, doors, cabinets, drawers, only Patton had the keys. Logan glanced over at the kitchen. Damien and Patton were still very much distracted. If he could just look maybe he'd know the lock? It was far fetched, sure, but it could work, couldn't it? Maybe he should just-

"Logie?" Of course, stupid thought. Patton had noticed before he even stood up, there was no way he could get to the door. "Come help us really quick, bunny! I can't get this right!" Logan was over as quickly as he could be.

"Yes, Patton?"

"Actually, I don't need help anymore, Dami here figured it out," Patton ruffled Damien's hair. "You look tired Lo. Maybe you should go take a nap. I'll let you know when we're ready to eat."

"Yes, Patton." Logan turned to leave, going back to Patton's room and laying on the bed.

There was no way he'd be able to sleep.

"Ahh! Careful it's burning!" Patton shrieks, quickly picking up the pot and setting it on the counter, frantically fanning it while he and Damien laughed hysterically.

"Ohh, so you think this is funny?" Damien said through snickers, splashing Patton with some of the water in the sink.

Patton gasped dramatically, splashing him back.

The two hold their stomachs, and Damien finally turns back to the pot, stirring it until it cooled.

"This fun?" Patton hums, moving back over to the mashed potatoes he was whisking.

"Mhm." Damien nods, still smiling. "I used to cook dinner with my dad all the time."

"What?"

Damien's eyes went wide when he realized what he said. "I didn't mean it!"

"Stop yelling, Damien." Patton hisses, grabbing his arm and dragging his son further away from the door. "You'll wake up your father from his nap."

"S-Sorry." Damien stuttered, wincing in pain as Patton's fingers dug into his wrist. "I'm really, really sorry d-dad."

Patton's gaze softens and he smiles sweetly, kissing Damien on the forehead. "It's okay sweetie. Just help me finish with the burgers."

Damien sighed quietly in relief and follows Patton back to the stove.

A few minutes pass in silence and Patton turns to Damien asking, "Want to see something cool?"

Damien nods eagerly, happy that Patton seemed okay to talk to again.

Patton grinned and with a quick movement of the pan, sends all three burgers into the air where they do a neat flip before landing back down.

The problem being, as they landed, a splash of grease went flying, landing on Damien with a scalding sizzle noise.

Damien screams, and Patton muffles him using his hand, watching as the boy's eyes fill with tears and wails beg to escape his throat.

"If you wake up your father Damien, I swear to god-" Patton cuts off but the crying teen gets the message.

Patton never swore, hated swearing.

Especially about the god he praised so highly.

Patton slowly takes his hand off of Damien's mouth.

The teen whimpers, doing his best not to cry.

"Now, go downstairs and get ready for dinner." Patton orders, "Don't you dare touch your arm, understand? Leave it be."

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