Because what Christmas season is complete without cliche mistletoe fanfic? This is gonna be short and cheesy but it's gonna be cute, so hopefully that makes it all worth it.

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"Hey Logan!"

Roman and Virgil watched as Patton bounded up to Logan, grinning.

"Hello, Patton." Logan sat down the book he was reading.

"I just wanted to say thank you again for my kitty sweater! I love it so much!" Patton said.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoy it." Logan smiled politely.

"After all, it's not the gift that matters but the person who gave it to you. You're the best, Lo." Patton gave Logan a hug, then returned to his room in the mind palace, waving to Virgil and Roman as he passed them. Logan returned to his own room as well, taking his book with him.

Virgil turned to Roman. "Does he seriously not see it?"

"He has no clue." Roman shook his head.

"How can the smartest out of all of us be the most oblivious to something so painfully obvious?" Virgil asked.

Roman shrugged. "I don't think Little Mister Dictionary would get it even if we spelled it out for him in giant neon letters."

"We'll arrange a PowerPoint presentation for him. It'll be three slides and all it'll say is 'Patton likes you' in big, bold letters." Virgil joked.

"Even then he'd think we meant 'as a friend'." Roman laughed.

"Okay, then we'll say 'Patton is so gay for you he could give Skittles a run for their money.' We'll even provide pie charts. 'Patton loves you', and 'Patton loves you but in red.'" Virgil said.

"Hmm, now that might work." Roman smirked.

The two traits giggled together for a second before regaining composure.

"We should set them up." Roman suggested.

Virgil hesitated. "Alright. I mean, they're not gonna confess on their own. We'll just push them a bit in the right direction."

"Exactly!" Roman said.

"So... What're you thinking?" Virgil asked.

Roman smirked mischievously. He made eye contact with Virgil. "Well, it is Christmastime..."

"You're not..."

"I am."

"Mistletoe?"

Roman nodded. "Mistletoe."

"Alright then." Virgil agreed.

The fanciful trait, being the one to take advantage of his mind palace powers the most out of the four, caused mistletoe to magically grow and bloom in the palm of his hand, tying it off with a red bow.

"Now to hide this." Roman said. "We'll call Logic and Morality in here, make up an excuse for them to be in the right spot at the same time, and then we'll casually point out the mistletoe above them. Viola."

"And I'll be watching with a camera." Virgil added.

"And you'll be watching with a camera." Roman laughed.

Roman tied the mistletoe in Thomas's kitchen. Once it was fastened, he called the two traits.

"Hey, kiddos!" Patton greeted. "Do you need us?"

"And can it be quick? I was just at a really good part in my book, you guys." Logan sighed.

"It'll be quick, don't worry." Roman said. "I just wanna show you guys something."

Roman gestured for the two to join him in the kitchen, and waited until they were there, then backed up.

"And there it is." Roman smirked, pointing upwards.

They both saw it.

"Mistletoe? Seriously? You're a child, Roman." Logan said.

"Is this why Virgil is holding Thomas's camera?" Patton asked.

"Yes." Virgil confirmed.

"You guys know the rule of mistletoe." Roman shrugged casually.

Logan blushed and looked at Patton. "Look, we don't have to do it if you don't want to—"

Patton swiftly planted a kiss on the taller trait's lips, blushing furiously.

"Oh, uh..." Logan stammered. "Thank you."

Logan blushed harder at his own awkwardness.

"You're welcome." Patton giggled.

"Damn feelings." Logan covered his red face with his hand.

"It's okay, Logan. Come on." Patton said, leading the blushing trait out of the common room.

"Awww," Roman smiled. "Well, that was adorable."

"I'd say it was a success." Virgil said, shutting off the camera. "Now I have their first kiss on footage to show them for the rest of Thomas's life."

Roman nodded. "Hey, you want the last cookie?"

"What do you mean 'the last cookie'? Patton made the batch two days ago!" Virgil said.

"Virgil, sweetie, there are four men living in the mind palace. I'm surprised this batch lasted this long." Roman said.

"Logan didn't eat any, and I only had two. There were 24 originally..." Virgil raised an eyebrow at Roman.

"They're just really good, okay? I didn't ask for your judgement. I kindly offered the last cookie to you, and this is how you repay me? Some friend you are." Roman scoffed.

Virgil rolled his eyes playfully. "Okay, fine. Thanks for letting me have the last cookie."

He walked over to Thomas's kitchen and grabbed the cookie from Roman, unaware of the spot they were standing in until he looked up and cussed.

"Did we just fall into our own trap?" Roman asked.

Virgil nodded.

"Well, okay." Roman laced his fingers through Virgil's hair and pulled him into an embrace. Virgil was surprised, but melted into it. They melted into each other. It was surprisingly smooth for their first kiss, and they felt only themselves and the other, and nothing else.

When they finally broke apart, Virgil was blushing like crazy.

A moment of silence.

"You still want the cookie, right?"