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Meus ex Machina, Chapter 8: Reaching

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Rated: T - WC: 2472 - CW: non-graphic discussion of self harm

Some people can't help but reach out, no matter how many times they're burned. And maybe that's a good thing, in the past and now.

“And this is the kitchen, kiddo!” Patton grinned, arms open wide to show off the shiny new refrigerator and sinks he and Lucas had installed in the old house.

“I’m not your kid,” the boy muttered, hands shoved deep into patched and faded hoodie pockets. "And you're not my dad."

“Oh, well, yeah, I… I know that. I… I’m sorry. You're right.” The boy never spoke of his parents but, unlike Patton and Lucas, he'd actually known them before they abandoned him at the hospital. He almost squeezed the boy’s shoulder but pulled back at the look he—Virgil, Janus had called him—gave him.

Following Virgil’s lead, Patton tucked his own hands in his pockets and smiled just a little brighter. Man, Janus and Lucas were better with this kid than he was. He'd cast his eyes about the kitchen, looking for a distraction, when his eyes landed on the big mixer Janus had bought last week.

“You know," he said, sauntering over the kitchen and pulling out a box of Eggz and tin of margarine. "Even grown-ups get hungry.” He tried to hide it, but Patton couldn’t miss how Virgil’s were trained on the food. “How about we whip up a batch of my super-secret chocolate chip cookies?”

Virgil licked his lips, eyes narrowed. ""Chocko Chip' cookies," he said, pulling out his hands long enough to make air quotes. "Or chocolate chip?"

Patton grinned and pulled a heavy block wrapped in plasticene paper from the back of an upper cabinet. "Chocolate."

~ 

Soft footsteps announced Patton’s and V’s return from The Muse's room. V tapped an order into the cabinet and Patton spoke quietly with Silvertongue in the corner as they worked together to put away a tote of medical supplies.

Logan watched them from his med bed, eyes widening when he recognized a suture tray and a drained IV kit. V caught his gaze and gave him a little shrug. “I’mma go see how I can help Princey.” He shrugged, glancing at Patton with an odd expression. “Up on the roof. Glad to see you’re feeling a little better, Mac.”

“Let me know if you need anything, Kiddo, okay?” Patton called after him and V gave the three of them a little two-fingered salute before disappearing down the hall.

“How was he?” Logan blurted out once V had left. He gnawed at his lower lip, the barely controlled hurt on Patton’s face almost more than he could stand. The two Powereds exchanged a long look, then Janus inclined his head and followed the way V had gone.

Patton moved to Logan's side and patted his hand. The touch was warm, really warm, like holding a too-hot cup of coffee in an antique ceramic mug while waiting for it to cool. “The Muse needed stitches,” he admitted, jerking his chin toward the sharps disposal and the medical tote. “But you probably figured that.”

“Do his…” Logan’s hand twitched beneath his and Patton removed it, too quickly to stop him. “Do his powers cause him physical harm?” he continued, pushing away the ghostly echo of Patton’s warmth radiating through his skin.

“Well… Not… directly.” Patton pulled up the stool Silvertongue had used and folded his hands on his lap. His fingers were long but broad and strong-looking, with little nicks and calluses. He had a half-dozen tiny horizontal scars in various stages of healing over the backs of each hand. With a pang, Logan remembered tracing the fading scars on the backs of his own mother’s hands from her job at Entenmann's before they’d converted. 

Suddenly, Patton nodded and reached for Logan’s hand again, lightly brushing his fingers. He didn’t prod Logan’s scars, but he didn’t avoid them, either. He simply treated them like any other part of his skin.

Logan inched his hand closer.

“Did Silvertongue explain his powers to you?” Logan nodded and Patton took a deep breath before continuing. “The Muse sometimes… well, often behaves erratically when the rest of the world gets into his head. It’s—”

“Overwhelming,” Logan interrupted without really meaning to.

Patton gently squeezed his hand and didn’t let go. “Yes,” he nodded. “His room is protected, no sharps, no chemicals. He…” Patton tilted his head, gaze focused on Logan’s eyes. Assessing.

“Is he suicidal?” Icy slurry pooled in his stomach.

“Not directly,” he said again and the ice spread through Logan’s veins. “He… injures himself. I don’t believe he intends to hurt himself. His… his perceptions are…” Patton shook his head. “It can be difficult to follow all his thoughts when he’s activated. He’s told me he needs to reach the sensations he picks up. But it’s all in his mind. There’s nothing to reach.”

Logan stared down at his thighs and the stumps where his legs abruptly ended. The painkillers Silvertongue had administered dulled the ever-present ache of his phantom limb pain. But even ketorolac couldn’t free him completely of the pain of injuries in limbs he no longer had. ‘Nothing to reach,’ indeed.

He frowned. But stitches? IVs? Surely that part wasn’t from his own mind. “But how?” he finally asked. “How did he cut himself? The lower levels… What’s beneath it all? Cement?”

“Stone and wood. There were carpet tacks.” Patton stroked Logan’s hand but looked away. “We thought we’d gotten them all and replaced them with adhesive. They were… old. Zinc and non-magnetic aluminum alloy that won’t interfere with the EMF shield.” He met Logan’s eyes and continued at his little nod of understanding. “That meant we couldn’t use the sensors to double check we’d gotten them all.”

“So… nothing magnetic or… electrical can go in The Muse's room?” Logan’s eyes fell on his battery-powered wheelchair tucked in the corner. “And he can’t come out?”

“No.” Patton’s whisper still managed to sound sympathetic.

“I see.” Logan’s fingers curled a little tighter around Patton’s hand, his thumb tracing swirling shapes against the back. It didn’t seem to bother him, though, so Logan didn’t stop. “The… the next time you see The Muse…” Logan finally braved a glance up at Patton’s eyes. He smiled back at him, listening.

“The next time you see him, will you tell him how sorry I am?” Tears burned his eyes, the memory of The Muse’s pain sizzling through his brain. “I—” His voice cracked and he looked away.

“Oh, Kiddo…” Patton squeezed his hand back, voice soft. “The Muse knows it was an accident. He was in your mind,” he reminded him. “He feels bad for the pain he caused you.”

“He doesn’t need to.” Logan looked up, eyes wide. “It’s not his fault. I wish…” He looked down at the broken bits of a body he'd been left with. The only way he could see The Muse and speak to him in person would be in the arms of one of the team. Even if one of them were willing to carry him, his stomach churned at just the  thought of helplessly clinging to one of the Powereds, even one as kind as Patton.

He closed his eyes, head falling back against the pillow.

So worthless you can't even apologize to him. Can't even thank him for helping Silvertongue find you before the police did.

“I should let you rest,” Patton murmured. “Even with Ja—Silvertongue’s healing assistance, you’ve been through a lot and need to take it easy. Would you like me to lower the bed?”

His eyes snapped open. The med bay was like a fishbowl, surrounded on one side with the main common room, the other by the short hall to the cold steel kitchen. If he slept here, he’d be on display for the entire team. Good for people who needed close observation. Not good for him. He shook his head. “Would you bring my chair?”

“Of course.” Patton rushed to fetch it then stood next to it. “Can I—” He reached for him then let his hand lower. “How can I help you?”

Even with the med bed lowered, it was a bit of a drop down to his chair. But if he was lucky, he could make it on his own. “Perhaps… would you be willing to hold the chair steady for me?”

Nodding, Patton put one foot behind the wheel and locked his grip around the handles. Logan shimmied himself closer, scrabbling for a hold when he listed dangerously close to the opposite side of the bed. After a bit of work, he wiggled toward the edge, parallel to the seat, then pushed himself off the bed.

He landed with a quiet oof in the seat, grunting when his hip grazed an armrest.

“Are you alright?” Patton asked, hands fluttering closer before pulling them away.

Logan smiled, tight and not quite able to speak in a normal tone as pain radiated over his hip and down his phantom leg. He reached over his shoulder to pat the Powered’s hand and nodded.  “I’m good,” he managed and turned on the chair motors. “Thank you. For your help.”

“Absolutely anytime, Machina.” Patton gave him another smile. “Anything you need, please don’t ever be afraid to ask.” He watched quietly while Logan turned his chair and moved to the hallway. “I’ll call you for dinner in about an hour?”

“Actually,” he started, then turned around to face him again. Patton’s brow pinched with worry but he waited and listened. “Would you call me when it’s time to…” He shrugged and looked toward the common room. “Perhaps I can help set the table?” Logan tried to smile and moved his chair back and forth a few inches at top speed. “Use my unfair advantage?”

Patton chuckled and nodded. “You got it, Machina. I’ll call for you. Get some rest in the meantime.”

“I will. Thank you.” Logan��s smile strengthened, then he turned with a little nod and rolled down the hall. When Logan returned to his room, though, he didn’t lie down. Instead, he closed the door and wheeled himself to the window. 

The Prince’s Illusion only worked one way and though from the outside, Logan sat on the other side of a boarded up bay window, he could see perfectly through to the violets and daisies growing outside. The sill was nearly the same height as the seat of his chair and it had only taken him a few days’ practice to work out the best way to wiggle out of his wheelchair and onto the soft cushions.

He hadn’t yet worked out which of them had set this up. While the window frame was old, likely renovated from the original structure, the pillows were stitched from the same durable ecosynth cloth as the Mad Lads’ suits. Throughout the house, there were other window seats and benches, but none at this height. They'd built this for him.

Leaning back against the pillows in the deep window seat, Logan closed his eyes. If the prisoner in the basement wasn’t quite a prisoner, what did that mean for the rest of the team’s behavior? Was all of this, the accommodations, the care… Was it all… real?

And how would he ever make amends for not once, but twice, harming one of their own?

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Despite Logan's best efforts to stay awake, it felt like only seconds later when Patton’s soft voice spilled from the comms speaker in his room. He jerked upright, hand reaching automatically for the spot next to his thigh for his chair’s control box. His fingers closed on air.

A half-second of panic later, Logan remembered where he was and took a deep breath. “I’ll be right there,” he called back. Moving carefully, he slid back into his chair and hurried out to the kitchen.

His stomach grumbled before he’d even gotten past the med bay, the aromas of fresh tomatoes and beans from the team’s backyard garden blending with cumin and cayenne. Patton smiled at him, stirring a bubbling pot, and gestured to a stack of bowls, napkins, and utensils on a low counter.

“If you meant it, it would be a big help if you set the table. Ultraviolet and The Prince are up on the roof and Silvertongue’s on a call.” 

“Of course I meant it.” Two at a time, Logan transferred the stack of bowls to his lap, then added the napkins. Taken together, he was able to lean and use his stub of a left arm to hold them steady while he steered his chair to the table.

He steadfastly ignored the way Patton pretended not to monitor his progress. He did appreciate, though, how he’d been spared the indignity of having to wait as he took down the dishes for him and placed them in his lap as though he were a child.

Setting the table went slowly and by the time he’d finished and returned to the kitchen for cups, Patton had already transferred the chili to a serving bowl and was filling a pitcher with ice and the sweet electrolyte drink the team favored. Though reluctant to admit it, Logan had begun to enjoy it with their meals, as well.

What Patton hadn’t done, though, was pull down the drinkware from their high cabinet. After scanning the counters one last time in case he’d somehow missed them, Logan swallowed his dwindling pride and looked up at Patton. “Would you mind getting the cups down for me?”

“Oh, right!” He sealed the lid on the pitcher but didn’t move from his work. “We transferred them to the cabinet by the fridge.” Patton pointed to the low cabinets in easy reach from his chair. “Silvertongue mentioned your bloodwork showed signs of chronic dehydration. Figure it’s easier for you to drink more if you can reach them yourself.”

Logan opened the first cabinet. Recessed lights glowed, revealing stacks of cups and bowls and plates. The front of the shelf ended in an inch-tall lip and, experimentally, Logan tugged it. It rolled toward, putting the dishes in easy reach. He looked up at Patton, eyes wide.

Patton shrugged. “I’m still working on the rest of the kitchen, but we’ve got all the basics there.”

“This is…” Logan bent in his chair to look under the cabinet and slid the shelf back and forth. The rollers were pneumatically assisted, allowing him to use just a single finger to move it. “This is very thoughtful, Patton. Thank you.”

“We’ll need Ultraviolet to make more parts,” he said, picking up a dish of cornbread and the pitcher. Logan quickly followed and stacked the cups between his leg and the side of his chair. “There’s a lot more to do,” Patton admitted. “Maybe after dinner you could help figure out what’s the next best mod to tackle?”

“I—I’d like that,” Logan nodded and followed him out of the room, casting one last glance at the steel kitchen. The whole room felt just a little warmer. “I’d like that a lot.”

#Meus ex Machina #intrulogical #future intrulogical #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #superpowers #sanders sides fanfic #logan sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #Remus Prince #Patton Hart #Lucas Hart (mentioned) #Janus Gates #(mentioned) #ts logan #ts remus #ts patton #ts janus #ts lucas #ts virgil #Virgil Sanders

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Change Is Scary

Two days late but here is the last story for @intrulogicalweek this year! Once again, it was lots of fun and I am amazed that I am still not tired of these dorks 🤭 Anyway, I couldn't help myself and again sneacked in some Intruloceit, though Janus doesn't make an actual appearance. If you want more context for this story, read Sk8er Boi which I wrote for last years Dukeceit Week! It's a prequel to this but not a necessary read to understand this one. Hope you enjoy! 💙💚

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Summary: Remus loves Logan. He's falling in love with Janus. He hopes Logan will give him a chance, too.

Content Warnings: None!

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“Hey Lo, I’m home!” Remus called as he closed the door to their apartment behind him.

“Welcome back!” his boyfriend answered from what was most likely the living room. Remus quickly took off his combat boots and leather jacket before hurrying to find him. He was indeed in the living room, typing something on his laptop. Remus came to a stop in front of him, bouncing on his feet quietly as he waited for Logan’s signal that he was done.

His boyfriend made an audible click on something, let his eyes dance across the screen once more and then nodded. With a grin, Remus plugged the laptop off his lap and put it on the coffee table before taking its place.

“Hello darling, did you miss me?” he purred as he straddled Logan’s lap.

“I did, Cephy,” his boyfriend chuckled. “I hope you had an enjoyable day.”

“I did! I did! It was very fun, we—”

“Before you start telling me about it – and I do want to hear it,” Logan softly interrupted him, “I have some news for you.”

Remus’ interest was immediately piqued. “What?!” He leaned closer, their noses almost touching.

“The first recording of your new album arrived today.”

With a delighted screech, Remus sprung up and clapped his hands. “Play it, play it, play it!”

“I thought you might say that,” Logan chuckled and grabbed a remote that sat next to him. With one button press, their stereo started playing the newest song of Remus’ rock band and with an excited wiggle, Logan was pulled up and into Remus’ arms.

“Let’s dance!”

They twirled around their living room, Remus holding Logan close to his chest and humming along to the melody. The dance didn’t fit with the music, but Logan was used to that. When Remus got excited, he liked to hold his loved ones close and his usual dance moves didn’t allow for that, so instead he just hugged Logan close and spun around a bit.

It was a tradition at this point with every new bit of music they produced.

“It’s a good album, Cephy. You outdid yourself again,” Logan praised, and Remus kissed him enthusiastically.

“Wasn’t just me! You and Virgil and Pat and Ro all did a lot, too!”

“Of course.”

For a moment they just enjoyed the music until Remus’ initial burst of energy dissipated a bit. He still held Logan close and swayed along to the rhythm but stopped with the spinning. Logan was grateful, he was starting to get dizzy.

“I’d love to hear about your day now,” he reminded, smiling up at Remus, whose expression brightened.

“Oh, it was great! Jannie and I had lots of fun chugging the golf balls as far as possible!”

“Aren’t the courses in a mini golf park rather, well, small? I cannot imagine you had to shoot them all that far.”

“We didn’t!”

With a fond sigh, Logan dropped the topic. He should have known that Remus wouldn’t play the game as intended.

“As long as you didn’t hurt anyone, I guess that is fine, too.”

“We didn’t hit anyone. The owner wasn’t all too pleased with us though,” Remus giggled.

“I can imagine.”

“Jannie said he enjoyed himself though. He also asked about you, you know.”

Logan stiffened slightly in Remus’ arms. “Did he now?”

Remus stopped their dance entirely and grabbed the remote to turn the music down, though he kept his boyfriend close.

“He did. He’d really like to get to know you, too.”

“I know. I would like that as well.”

“But?”

Oh, Remus knew him too well. Nervously, Logan fiddled with Remus’ shirt, keeping his head low to avoid eye contact.

“But I still feel like it’s too early, don’t you? I mean, you just started going out, maybe we should wait to see if—”

Remus squeezed his shoulder to stop his rambling.

“I don’t think that’s actually your issue, is it, Lo Lo? Me and Janus is our thing, you don’t have to worry about us. And there’s nothing to worry about to begin with, we’re great. I really like him, and he likes me, too. And I’m sure you would like him as well if you gave him a chance.”

“I want to give him a chance. It’s just that I…” He trailed off but Remus didn’t push him. He knew that Logan sometimes needed to gather his thoughts before speaking. “I am worried. I know we both agreed that we are open to multiple partners and I am not taking that back. I love you and I am happy that Janus makes you happy as well. I… I am simple worried about managing two relationships at once, I have never done so before.”

“And that’s a valid thing to worry about,” Remus nodded. “It’s not gonna be easy, I mean, our relationship took a while to work out, too. But I’m here for you. And Jannie will understand it, too. I don’t want to share more than I should, but you know he’s trans and grew up in a rather conservative household. He understands how scary change can be and that some stuff will take time to figure out. None of us can expect this to go perfectly, so don’t think about it too much.”

“I know. I’m trying.”

“And I’m very proud of you for that.” Remus pressed a kiss into Logan’s hair. “If you need more time, I won’t push you. But maybe consider letting me invite him for tea or something? It doesn’t have to be anything big; it doesn’t even have to be a date. Just a conversation to start with, okay?”

Logan took a deep breath.

A conversation.

Yeah, he could do that.

“Yes. I’ll try and find something I am comfortable including him in.”

“Thank you, starlight.” Remus hugged him closer, nuzzling him contently. “I love you.” “I love you too, Cephy.”

#namiswriting #intrulogical week 2023 #day 7: rock n roll/music #intrulogical #background dukeceit #future intruloceit #ts remus #remus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #hurt/comfort #logan is insecure about maintaining two relationships at once #remus understands his worries and is doing his best to help #janus is only mentioned #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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Life on Crow Avenue: Part 35

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Remus fiddled with the cup of coffee in his hands. As of now he was sitting at the living room table in Logan’s apartment and didn’t really know what to do now. Logan and he had gone upstairs half an hour ago, maybe a little more.

Before that, they just had sat in the hallway and Remus wasn’t sure what he was supposed to make of all of it. They hadn’t started talking and Logan didn’t seem ready to strike up a conversation quite yet, but still, he felt like he wasn’t being of much help. That didn’t change when Logan asked him to escort him upstairs, made him a cup of coffee and then said he needed to freshen up.

That had been around fifteen minutes ago. Remus couldn’t fault him for taking his time in the bathroom. After today he would want to take a long bath as well.

He was tapping his foot repeatedly on the floor and glimpsed around the living room. It was a rather minimalist environment, but it seemed lived in. Weirdly comfortable despite the lack of the knickknacks Remus appreciated so much in Patton’s place. What also seemed a little bit out of place were the pieces of furniture after Remus took a second glance at them. Everything, except for the dark navy couch and the maroon armchair looked like it was rather old. In very good condition still, but the table he was sitting at, had old sat-in glass imprints on it, as an example. Things that could have come from an antique store or something along those lines.

It was weirdly charming and stirred up his creativity. There was story after story hidden in each creak and this liveliness and mismatched nature came so unexpected from a man like Logan. But then again, what did Remus know about him really? Was it fair that he thought this furniture was unusual for Logan when he hadn’t even known for certain that he was trans? Had one anything to do with the other?

Remus needed to be honest with himself. He needed to take a long breath and stared down his cup of lukewarm coffee. Nothing about this had to do with him. He hadn’t invited Logan’s sister to come here and wreck everything. He hadn’t done anything to cause this. This was not about him. This was about Logan who had been caught off guard and deserved better. Who was not angry or bitter about Remus knowing and also knew that it wasn’t his fault. No need to panic.

Light fell into his view. He turned to see how a shadow fell down the hallway and approached the entrance to the living room. Remus watched closely and forced his shoulders to relax. And then the small figure of Logan peeked around the edge of the doorframe. His tired expression was mellow, and the hint of a grin sat on his lips as he looked at Remus.

Remus’ shoulders were decidedly not relaxed anymore. All restraint in his body was used to keep himself from gaping as he looked at the freshly showered man in front of him in an oversized grey t-shirt, black leggings, and navy blue slippers. The glasses were cleaned and shiny, and the dark brown hair stuck in every direction in small curls.

Remus didn’t remember if his mouth had ever felt so dry before. He scrambled for a tiny smile too and then got up quickly as he saw him getting closer to the table. Before Logan got to ask what he was about to do, Remus pulled out the chair at the top of the table and motioned for him to take a seat.

Perplexed Logan stared at him but sat down. His confusion morphed into amusement, and he chuckled when Remus kept standing like an awkward high schooler who just met their partner’s parents for the first time.

“Who would have thought that you would be so well-mannered?” Logan joked lightly and broke Remus free from his awkwardness.

Easily Remus sat down again and said while lazily gesturing with his right: “I have to keep ya on your toes, right? If I’d always be so crude and deliciously naughty it loses its effect after a while, and no one would want that.”

Logan laughed once more before they fell into silence. Remus kept his eyes trained on the table as everything in Remus shouted to look up and watch Logan some more. He needed to see those tiny curls again. He needed to see him in this oversized shirt which made him look so comedically small and cute. But he couldn’t. Or he shouldn’t. This was the worst possible moment for his mind to fuck with him. It was far more important to support Logan in, well in any way really that didn’t involve him being too close to him so he couldn’t touch him.

“You know,” Logan’s voice cut off Remus’ thoughts and he looked up from the tabletop, “I had planned for a while now to come out. I never expected this to be the way it would happen.”

Remus nodded easily as he watched Logan’s expression close off some more.

“I mean, who would expect that?”

“Well, for an overthinker like me, it seems a bit uncharacteristic to not expect it. But then again, I haven’t seen her in years. She simply hasn’t been on my mind for a long time.”

Remus gave a small huff of agreement and shifted a bit more on his chair. He still had coffee. Slowly he drank some more of it and then stared straight forward. How could a sibling do something like this? Of course, over the years he had met a lot of people who had shitty siblings, who wouldn’t talk or see them anymore, and yet to see someone do something cruel and unfair to their own brother seemed so outlandish to him.

“Which book caught your attention?”

Remus blinked. He looked to Logan who wasn’t looking at him. His eyes were directed to the spot where Remus had stared at before and Remus followed them. Apparently, in his quiet drifting off in thoughts, his stare had landed on the bookshelf and Logan understandably must have assumed that he was looking at the book collection he displayed for all to see.

Not knowing why, more in the spirit of saying something to say something, Remus said: “I didn’t really look at the books. Mind drifted and all. But the shelf is nice. It looks pretty old.”

The chair at the head of the table was moved back. Remus watched Logan stand up and walk to the shelf. He laid his hand on the wood, let his fingers run over the side and smiled for a second before he turned back to Remus.

“It is quite old, in fact,” Logan said emphatically but not overtly so. “It was made in the Victorian era for an upper-middle-class spice trader from London. The man moved it with him when he immigrated to New York, which must have been a logistical nightmare and a thorn in the eyes of everybody boarding the same ship this man was on. He got a house, married and one of his daughters took over the house when her parents both had passed. She lived there for about twenty years before she couldn’t maintain the house anymore as she grew older and decided to sell everything since she had no children or other family members who needed or wanted anything. Over a few sellers, this shelf eventually landed up in an antique store.”

This sounded like Roman going through a monologue he had practised 27 times already but was still eager to repeat another 20 times, which wasn’t something he had expected to hear from Logan talking about a piece of old furniture.

“Hello there, Mr Antiquarian! Where did you hide that secret passion of yours until now?” Remus asked playfully.

Logan’s look softened and he lowered his head for a moment with a gentle grin. With a light air around him, he walked back to the table and explained: “It’s not solely a passion.”

“Oh?” Remus probed eager to get away from the bleak atmosphere from before.

“Well, it was job-related. I was able to get a position in an antique store. The man who employed me was happy enough to have a student, who was able to do some proper research for the pieces he gathered and sold. I got to learn quite a bit about the history and sometimes was roped into helping him restore a few little things. It was a good time. Helped me finance my top surgery and the testosterone.”

Neither man looked at the other for a moment. Logan smiled down at his table as Remus tried and failed to scratch off some loose skin around his thumb. Mildly he cursed under his breath and stuck his thumb in his mouth as it started to bleed. Logan saw it immediately and scolded him with a weak huff and told him that he would get him some disinfectant spray. A few minutes were spent disinfecting Remus’ abused thumb and Logan then went on to make both of them a new warm drink. Remus couldn’t take a second coffee so Logan made them black tea. Remus watched him walk back and forth between the dining table and the kitchen, the previously wet curls now dried down and whipping up and down wildly with Logan’s forceful steps.

Remus hadn’t noticed it before, but Logan had the habit of walking around pretty loudly. But now that there was no other background noise, he could focus on that. It was weird how much louder Logan was in comparison to Roman. Roman was much harder to hear if he wasn’t talking or carrying something around which made him become short of breath. And even so, Remus usually was well aware when Roman was around or not. He had some kind of aura going that made everybody realize that he was there. In a way Logan was very much the same; he simply amplified it by walking around like an elephant.

A steaming cup of tea pulled him back to reality. He took it, murmured thanks and blew the steam away to take a tiny sip. It was scalding hot, but he didn’t mind. It was a good burn. Slowly he put it back down and casually looked up again only for Logan to be watching him intently. Immediately he looked away again and he could almost feel Logan furrowing his brows at his odd behaviour.

“You keep looking away from me and I don’t understand why. Has this revelation led to you figuratively seeing me in a different light? Is there a problem with me being trans?” Logan asked matter-of-factly.

Remus whipped his head around and shook it forcefully. He looked into Logan’s eyes and opened his mouth only to get distracted by a little curl which stuck out wildly. His cheeks began to burn, and he wanted to sink into the floor. To be swallowed by the earth and burn in lava or be crushed by the drifting plate of the continents.

Weakly he gaped for another breath of air but didn’t manage to get anything out. Logan simply tilted his head to the side in curiosity. It made him look about fifty times cuter and Remus wanted to die. Why was he looking at him like this? Why did he not seem upset but curious? Why on earth did he have to have curly hair and look absolutely stunning when they were starting to dry?

“I don’t know what to say,” Remus settled on eventually. “I mean, I-”

“You knew.”

Remus gulped. How was there no anger or judgment in Logan’s voice? How was he keeping a level head despite all of this?

Remus nodded and met Logan’s eyes. Weakly he admitted: “I did. Well, I assumed. Because I did google your therapist, and she works with trans people mostly. So, it made sense.”

“Well assumed.”

“Thanks.”

Remus took another breath and asked: “Why are you not upset with me?”

Laughing. Logan was laughing. It was a delightfully clear sound at first before a few snorts interrupted the bell-like sound and pulled Remus in even deeper.

“I see no reason to be upset with you,” Logan began and lifted his hands to stop Remus before he could disagree. “You were kind and cordial with me even though this whole situation clearly distresses you. You are being an excellent friend and are trying to figure out how to navigate the confirmation of sensitive information. Nothing about that would be upsetting.”

He could just stare at Logan. The smile on his lips turned into a playful smirk and Remus felt the need to kiss him stronger than ever. How would it feel to touch those pretty curls, his hands running over his soft cheeks, Logan’s hands dug deep into his back, leaving marks, showing the world that Remus belonged to him-

The feeling of Remus’ phone vibrating pulled him out of his thoughts. With a gulp, he fished it out of his pocket and read the message Roman had sent him.

___

“I do not think that all of us should go,” Janus insisted anew.

This time it wasn’t Roman who turned around to tell Janus otherwise but Rémy. The man rolled his eyes as he pressed a cardboard box into Virgil’s hand and stemmed his hands in his hips.

“Listen closely,” Rémy said, “when the man says that you four are invited to go up, and don’t have something more important going on, you go up. It’s the least you can do after what the poor thing’s been through.”

Janus pouted and looked for Roman to support but his boyfriend unhelpfully lifted his eyebrows as to say ‘See? I was right.’ Before Janus could speak up once more Roman took his hand and pointed to the box Rémy had handed to Virgil.

“And what’s that?”

“Sandwiches. I have some left from the morning, which I would have had to give away in an hour anyway. Thought some nutrition might do y’all some good,” Rémy said easily.

Roman looked touched at the motion and Rémy told him to knock it off, they were supposed to go up to the flat as Logan had requested it and spend some time with the bookstore owner. Roman didn’t protest after that. Instead, he took Janus' hand and squeezed it. It was about time to get going up, Roman decided and bid Rémy a good night. The café owner just bowed his head and turned. They walked up to the edge of the sidewalk, waited and, crossed as no car came. His gait was leisurely and relaxed and yet Roman could see the heaviness of today sitting in his bones as he disappeared in his shop. He himself was still holding Janus' hand and guided the two of them towards Logan and Patton’s apartment complex.

Patton was walking in front, Roman and Janus behind him and Virgil was the tail lights of their little group. They were quiet and tense. Roman tried to keep the memories which were slowly acting up in his mind at bay but felt tidbits slipping through. Every time someone had clocked him against his will, the words his father threw at the last time they ever stood face to face.

They were in front of the door. This wasn’t about him. Patton knocked. This was about Logan. Rustling from inside. He could keep it all in, for Logan, for Patton, for Janus, for Remus and for Virgil. He could keep himself in check.

The door opened and he saw his twin open the door for them. They locked eyes for a second before he caught Patton’s look and quietly went: “Come in. He’s put some drinks up in the kitchen.”

Quickly all of them filed inside, Patton slipping out of his shoes and asking Remus something, that Roman couldn’t quite make out as he looked around the flat. The room layout was the same as Patton’s but it looked much neater. Only a white clothing rack and a black shoe stand next to the door and no knickknacks lying around. It was a good fit for Logan’s personality and-

“Ah, good. You’ve arrived,” Logan said and stepped into the hallway coming from the living room.

Surprised Roman’s eyes were glued on the curls standing up from Logan’s head but couldn’t process it quickly enough before Patton gave a surprised squeal: “You’ve got curly hair!”

Logan just furrowed his brows in response before realisation dawned on him and his cheeks flushed dark red. His hands shot up to his hair and he pushed some of the curls down as if it would stop the rest of them from sticking out wildly between his fingers.

“Yes, that will make us unsee those unruly locks,” Janus dryly stated and gave a nudge to Roman from behind.

Roman stepped further into the living room, Janus getting to his side and grinning as Logan sneered at him and let his hands drop in angry fists.

“Oh, don’t you dare to comment on my hair when I have yet to see you without a hat on!”

“Rude,” Janus murmured and leaned against Roman.

Before either could continue and escalate it into a fight, Patton got between them and looked down at Logan.

“Nothing of that matters right now. I mean it looks amazing-” Roman could see a soft blush on both Patton and Logan’s faces appear - “but that’s not what you wanted to call us up about. Right? Or do you just want some company? Oh, we also brought food! Rémy gave us sandwiches from the store so that will be really helpful I think and-”

Logan took Patton’s wrist. The rambling stopped abruptly with a gulp of Patton.

“I’d like to come out to you on my terms now.”

For a moment Logan paused. His eyes fell on the box in Virgil’s arms.

“And also eat the sandwiches,” he added hastily and waved Virgil in to get closer.

The smallest man turned, still holding Patton’s wrist and led them to his dining room table. Roman’s eyes flickered over the old furniture, antiques in great condition he quickly realized, and then went back to Logan who had Patton sit down at the chair next to the top, hushed at Remus to settle back in his seat and took the box from Virgil. He glimpsed inside, mumbled something to himself and then quickly turned towards the kitchen.

“Settle. I’m right back with napkins,” Logan said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Roman shot Remus a look. His brother returned his gaze with shivering lips. Yes, Remus hadn’t dealt well with this either, Roman realised and sat down in the chair vis-à-vis from him as Janus took the seat to his side. Somewhat uncomfortable Virgil chose to sit down at the head of the table, between Janus and Patton. Unknowing glances between all of them were exchanged. Remus was just about to open his mouth when Logan returned and handed out some blue paper napkins. He also carried a laptop with him, sat it down at the end of the table and opened the sandwich boxes.

“Alright. Please grab a sandwich as I start up my laptop for the presentation.”

Roman had already reached for a sandwich, the nerves were making him hungry, but he stopped mid-movement and blurted out in confusion: “Presentation?”

Meanwhile, Logan had already opened his laptop and was typing in the password. He shot him a quick look and said nonchalantly: “My coming out presentation. I had worked on this for a while but never found an opportunity to presen-”

“And you think now is a good moment to-” Janus started but stopped himself with a sigh before he rubbed his eyes and continued - “Logan, I don’t know why you think that now is the time to do this. To even make a presentation to begin with-”

“Would you have preferred a flip chart?” Logan hissed.

That made Janus shut up. He had known it was a bad idea for him to come here. He had known that he would better have stayed away from Logan and let the others handle this. He could never do anything right by Logan and-

Gentle with a smoky-sounding voice Patton interfered: “Lo, I don’t think that Janus is trying to attack you-” He held up his hand to stop him from interrupting him - “This is about you suddenly deciding out of nowhere that you want to come out to us, after a very, very bad day. It is a surprise, you never opened up about this, not to me, not to anybody and it seems so fast for you to go all out after everything. We are just worried and want to make sure that you feel okay and not obligated to do this.”

Patton paused and looked into the round. They all nodded sheepishly and he added with a bashful smile: “And coming out with a presentation is also a little unexpected but not unwelcome. I’m sure we’d all love to listen but we just wanna be certain you’re truly okay with this. Okay?”

Logan readjusted himself on his chair. He sniffed his nose and scratched his cheek before he met Patton’s gaze.

He cleared his throat and opened his mouth. He closed it again and took a deep breath.

“I see. I- I do not think that I���m okay. Far from it, most likely. But there is very little I can do to make myself feel better, except to distract myself. And well-” he looked at his screen and then back to Patton- “I had been looking for an opportunity to share this with you for a long time now. With all of you, in fact.”

He paused and waited for anybody to say anything. No one did and his look stuck onto Remus. Wide-eyed he stared at him. As if he was something so mysterious, that he never dared to imagine to learn more about him. Alas, that would be an illusion he’d disprove quickly enough.

He turned his laptop around, stood up and grabbed a sandwich. He stood a little to the side so he could glance at the slide he was presenting at the moment(just the trans flag), took a bite, swallowed and decided to begin.

“I was born on the 4th of January 1991 to Aron and Aisha Fojtík. The woman, you were lucky enough to meet today, was my sister Delilah. She is three years my senior.”

He stopped and clicked, and a very stereotypical family portrait appeared. A darker-skinned woman, elegantly dressed, slim, very put together, stood beside a fair-skinned man, heavy-set, sitting straight on a stool. In front of the woman stood a maybe ten-year-old girl in a dress. Next to her, to the side of the man, stood a smaller girl, possibly seven, who was wearing glasses. The woman had one hand on the man’s shoulder and one on the taller girl’s shoulder. The smaller girl had her hand loosely on the man’s knee. None of them were smiling. They all looked serious.

Logan looked at it for a moment and had the next slide come up. It was a picture of the girl with the glasses, a few years later. She was speaking into a microphone at a spelling competition. Her hair was put into two long braids, she wore a white blouse and a blue neckpiece, as well as a light grey skirt.

“My father came from a wealthy background and was a smart businessman. My mother married him mostly because of these very reasons, and he took her because she was willing to stay with him and provide him with a family. All in all, their relationship was boring, listless and transactional. I rarely saw my father and thus was objected to my mother’s upbringing. Once she grasped that I had, metaphorically, a solid head on my shoulders, she had me sign up for all different clubs and courses. I profited from this and soon became class president and won in different literary competitions and I ranked decently in my academic endeavours.”

He paused and looked at the others. None of them moved.

“In 5th grade I asked my mother to enrol me in a local public school. She was sceptical until she saw how well the school was ranked and I was able to improve some of my social skills as I finally was able to mix and mingle with peers from different social backgrounds. I was thirteen when I realized that I most certainly was no girl. I-”

He shot Patton a look and suddenly began to grin. The tattoo artist had listened closely as the others had and frowned at the sudden mischievous glint in his friend’s eyes.

“Yes?” he asked confused leading Logan to chuckle.

Logan’s grin spread wider and he answered: “The next picture is from high school. The group picture from the cookie sale.”

The confusion stayed for another moment but was soon overtaken by a furious blush. Logan began to chuckle as his expression turned more smug by every passing second. And yet it soon turned softer and he reached over the table and laid his hand on Patton’s arm. The man immediately looked up with wide eyes.

“I won’t expose your old style if you tell me not to. Though personally, I find it to be quite charming,” Logan said gently.

With a pout, Patton countered: “You’d rather see me in the old clothes then?”

“Dear heavens, no,” Logan chuckled, “but just meant that it used to suit you quite well back then.”

“Okay, sorry, you’re being adorable together,” Remus interrupted not noticing both of their blushes as he stood up and tapped on the laptop screen, “but what fucking outfit did Patton wear that he’s more embarrassed about it than Lo about his body pre-transition?”

Patton sighed loudly and hid his face behind his hands. Right-out giggling Logan patted Patton’s back and shooed the flusteredness of his friend away.

“Are we denying Remus your spectacular ou-”

“You’re so mean Loooo,” Patton whined and pressed his head against the tabletop, “just get on with it. Otherwise, Remus will stand in front of my door in the middle of the night to question me about it anyway.”

Amused Logan simply pressed the button on his laptop and a group picture appeared. It was six teenagers, two taller students at the sides holding a blue banner with the words “Planning Committee Bake Sale 2007” written on it. They all smiled quite proudly, as a girl in the middle held up a red cash box. The twins and uncle and nephew duo stared at the picture for a long moment. Neither Patton nor Logan was obviously on it at first glance. Only after a few seconds Remus released a surprised gasp and connected the dots between the deep brown eyes behind the glasses of the girl with the cash box and those of Logan. He took the image in slowly; two carefully braided braids falling on his shoulders as he stood straight in a dark blue blouse and a black skirt. None of the clothing had a wrinkle in it, perfect in every way. And yet this seeming perfection didn’t fool Remus, though it made him smile. There was defiance and smugness in those eyes, maybe forced to conform to society’s perfection but eventually breaking free and writing his own rules.

He glimpsed at Logan for a moment. Yes, this man had made his own rules.

Attention back on the picture Remus looked through the students again. He still hadn’t seen Patton and wrinkled his brow in confusion. Had Logan mistaken the picture with another-

“Are you telling me you wore a cardigan in High School?”

The disdain in Janus' words and the following groan from Patton let Remus look at the taller teen holding the banner on the right side. He was the one who had a grey cardigan slung over his shoulders and was wearing a light blue polo shirt and knee-long khakis.

And he had Patton’s face now that Remus looked at him a little closer.

“Oh god,” Virgil and Roman exclaimed at the same time, while Logan started chuckling.

Remus' heart meanwhile did a flip. How odd. He truly thought that Patton would look amazing in anything.

“Good dad outfit,” Remus croaked through his confused feelings and reached over the table to hit Patton playfully in the side.

The tension was broken. Logan laughed and set the presentation aside after that. Instead, he proposed to finish eating and prepared them all another round to drink. No one objected.

They deserved a small breather.

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What You Need (Intrulogical)

Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.

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Part Five

Masterlist

Logan's leg jumps under his seat, bouncing anxiously as he attempts to listen to the professor in front of him. There's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach that's been there for the past two weeks, as Remus hadn't reached out to him at all.

Granted, Logan made no effort to initiate conversation with him either, but after leaving Remus stranded in his limo outside of his work, Logan didn't really feel it was his place. He made the assumption that if Remus wanted to continue their working relationship even after Logan refused to quit his actual job, he'd say so. But that sort of mindset was making Logan feel horrible as Remus's silence was all he was met with.

A hand on his shoulder causes him to jump suddenly, which is met with laughter from Janus.

"Why so jumpy, L?" Janus muses, though it's an actual question. Logan isn't typically one who'd be described as "easy to startle." He was normally too aware of his situation to be caught off guard, unless his mind was caught up in some sort of dilemma.

And, if it was, Janus wanted to know what said dilemma was about.

However, Logan just sighs when he sees it's Janus, before turning back to the professor. "It's nothing," he insists, but his leg is back to bouncing. "I'm just... thinking."

"About what?"

"About a problem." Logan's vagueness earns an unamused look from Janus, who's looking Logan up and down, clearly expecting something more than that. Catching Janus's eye, Logan sighs again, and thinks for a moment.

"Would you..." Logan begins, before hesitating. He rewords and adjusts the sentence in his mind, before trying again. "Would you sacrifice assured safety for surplus financial security? Even if it was risky, and you had no clue how long that financial security will last?"

Janus stares at him, before going "you want my honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Yeah." Janus checks his nails, before adjusting his fingerless gloves. "I would. A surplus amount of financial security spent correctly can ensure future success. If you have enough to get a car, and then you lose your source of income, you'll have a whole new pool of jobs accessible to you just because you have a car." Janus glances back up at Logan, who's raised eyebrows and slight nodding seem to be the latter agreeing with him. "It's all about spending wisely, or ensuring you don't lose your current source of income, whatever that source may be."

Janus sounds like he's speaking from experience, and suddenly it hits Logan that he's never asked Janus his occupation, but before he can ask, he feels his phone vibrate.

His heart jumps, and it's embarrassing how quickly he goes to grab it. He hopes it's from Remus, but he has no idea what he wants Remus to say. Does he want Remus to call it quits, and solve Logan's work dilemma? Or does he want Remus to state that it's fine if Logan keeps his job and have everything go back to normal. Or, as normal having sex once a week could be.

Granted, it's not like they had sex every week, they've really only engaged sexually four times, with about an average of a week between those rendezvous. However, at least Remus would message him to fill the gaps. In the two weeks it's been since Logan climbed out of Remus's limo, he hadn't heard anything.

He unlocks his phone, and sure enough, it's Remus.

'whats ur favourite candy?'

Logan blinks at the question. Is that... is that it? Remus texts him for the first time in two weeks, and it's about candy? Logan doesn't know whether he should laugh or scream. So he does neither, taking a deep breath instead and willing away the excess amount of emotions that are building up inside of him.

'I don't have one.' Logan types out, and he hesitates before sending it. It's the truth, but was Remus looking to try and make small talk? If so, Logan's response wasn't going to make it easy for him.

But, he doesn't want to lie. There was no point in doing so, he believes, and so sends his message.

There's silence on Remus's end for a few minutes, before the response of 'really?? not one single candy??'

'I don't eat it much,' Logan replies, honest. 'I was always advised of the health concerns, and I don't have the money to buy some anymore anyway.'

With his mom being a doctor, one would think he was scared into believing candy was bad for him, but that simply wasn't true. As far back as he could remember, his mother was honest with him about the benefits and concern that come with candy consumption. She made sure to illustrate both the pros and cons, and when Logan would participate in trick-or-treating, she let him decide what to do with his candy.

Normally, he gave it away.

'well, are there any candies u dont like? asking for a friend'

Logan stares at the message, and then blinks as another one pops up stating 'im not really asking for a friend. its all for my benefit. and maybe urs later today ;)'

Wait- today? Logan chokes on his spit and quickly puts his phone down in his lap, turning quickly to cough into his elbow. He attempts to clear his throat and fails, and coughs again, tears pricking his eyes as he hits his chest once or twice and then clears his throat again.

He peeks at Janus who's staring at him, amused. Logan then turns to the professor, who makes direct eye contact with him, before shaking his head, and going back to scraping chalk against the board.

Holding his phone between his legs, in an attempt to hide what he was doing, he quickly types and then sends 'Today?' Logan had no time to prepare for this! He knows he doesn't look the greatest right now, especially because of the horrendous shift he worked the night before, but he also didn't have enough time to shower this morning. As someone who values proper hygiene, Logan feared Remus smelling the cheap grease and french fries on him, though he's somewhat assured by the fact Remus is already so strange, he might not comment on it.

Deep breath, rationalize. There's no need to catastrophize; this wouldn't be the first time Remus had seen him looking particularly disheveled. After all, Remus saw him after sex, and Logan believed he couldn't look any worse than he did after that.

Logan isn't sure how to respond, but luckily Remus sends another message before he can. A simple 'as long as ur okay with that.' And Logan can't help staring at the message.

Sure, Remus had stated from the get go that consent was important to him, but it still managed to surprise Logan every time he enforced it.

'Yeah, I'm okay with that.'

The reply is honest, and obviously over a message, but Logan can't help the flush that creeps onto his face as he sends it. Just the idea of seeing Remus was already getting him excited, even though he had no idea when he was coming.

Perhaps he'd pick Logan up from school again? That caused quite the spectacle that time, though Logan found he didn't mind all the attention on him. Or, on the contrary, would Remus pull up to Logan's shitty apartment, just like their first meeting?

Would neither happen and they go to Remus's mansion again?

There's a snap into his ear, and Logan turns to look at Janus, who's leaning in close. When he sees Logan's eyes are on him, he sighs, and falls fully back into his chair.

"You missed an entire page of notes," Janus says, waving a hand towards the professor, who's currently taking an eraser to the chalkboard, wiping away words Logan swore weren't there moments ago.

Logan just stares, confused and upset, before Janus continues with "don't worry, I took a picture of them. I'll send it to you. It's not like I study anyway."

"Thank you-"

"But what's going on with you today?" Janus is quick to interject again, not wanting Logan to fall back into his blank state. "You're normally not this... inattentive."

There's silence, before Logan merely shakes his head in responds, dismissively replying "It's nothing."

Janus clearly doesn't believe him. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," Logan reinforces, with a slight shake of his head. He needed to talk to Remus on how confidential they were supposed to keep this relationship. But, honestly, even if Remus says he can tell everybody he wants to, Logan would much rather keep it secret. Not that he's ashamed of his position or anything, but he'd rather not be looked down on for being desperate by his one friend.

Not that he believed Janus would necessarily judge him, but he did sometimes make awfully off-colour jokes, and Logan didn't really think he'd find jokes regarding his own living struggle funny.

Janus stares at him for a few more moments, before resolving himself to Logan's answer, slumping back in his chair. A glance his way shows he's typing on his phone, texting someone, on that shiny new phone. A sudden irritation hits him, as he realizes Janus has other friends, but he attempts to shrug it off.

He doesn't talk to Janus outside of school, what should.he care that Janus has other companions?

Maybe the pit in his stomach wasn't irritation so much as it was a surprise onslaught of loneliness.

As class is dismissed, Janus spares him a wave before walking off, leaving Logan on the curb outside of the building. He's unsure of whether or not to walk home, but as people clear out and either begin the walk back to their houses or get into their cars and speed off, he decides to begin the walk back to his house.

While walking, he hears a loud revving behind him, and Logan turns just in time to watch a motorcycle pull up beside him. It's lime green in colour, and has a large front wheel, with silver spokes acting as accents to the otherwise black and green colour scheme.

Logan does need the helmet to be able to tell who that tall, lean body belongs to (nor the horrible fashion sense), but there's still a bit of surprise that overtakes him when the large helmet is pulled off, revealing Remus, grinning wide.

"I figured this would be less obvious than pulling up in a limo," he explains, before Logan even has the time to get a question out. "I also wanted to give you time to get away from the crowd."

Logan doesn't respond, looking between Remus and the motorcycle.

"I also have a gift waiting for you back at my place," Remus adds, leaning against the handlebars now, his eyes half lidded but a grin on his face. Logan has no idea how to interpret it.

"A gift?" Logan finally manages to inquire, taking the smallest step closer to Remus's bike. He's scared to touch it, but he desires to run his fingers over the no doubt smooth texture of the metal. Honestly, Logan's fingers twitched to grasp the handlebars and drive it, but he has never ridden any sort of motorbike before, and could logically assume that'd end up horribly.

But, Remus notices, and laughs.

"Yes, a gift," he responds, adjusting his position and sitting up again. "And if you want it, you've got to hop on." He scoots forward, and fishes deep into his short pockets, before pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He puts them on, and then tosses Logan the helmet.

Logan stares at it, before he seems to process what Remus wants, and he quickly pulls it over his head.

Getting onto the motorcycle is a bit awkward, but Remus doesn't rush him, and after Logan's settled on the seats, he hears a muffled, but amused "hold on!" Before Remus cranks his wrist forward and the bike starts, pushing the kickstand up with the back of his ankle, and then the bike slowly accelerates, moving forward, as Remus leans ever so slightly to get them onto the road.

Remus's motorcycle has a big enough seat for both of them to sit comfortably, and a bit of back support that curls around ever so slightly, allowing Logan to lean back and keep his hands off of Remus if he so desires. But, Logan doesn't, and instead keeps his hands locked together around Remus's waist, front of the helmet pressed against Remus's back.

His eyes were wide open, though, and he watches as the trees and curb pass by in a blur, only slowing once or twice due to a few red lights.

When they finally turn down a newly-paved street, Logan's met with tall, sculpted fences lining what feels like miles worth of land separating one large house from another. If the buildings could even be described as houses.

Logan believes they look more like modern day mansions, giant buildings with pillars, nice landscaping, and a large road leading up to the front of the estate. The bike slows as they near they largest house on the street - if it can even be called a street - with the most space separating it from the other mansions.

Momentarily, Logan wonders if he screamed, if any of the other people living in this neighborhood would be able to hear him.

Remus slows almost to a stop as he inputs an absurdly long code on a box connected to the front gate, and then Logan watches as it slowly opens inwards. He expects to hear a creak or something, but there's nothing. Remus's hand reaches behind him to gently pat Logan's calf, before he accelerates forwards, up the solidly paved road leasing up to the building.

Logan sneaks a glance behind him and watches as the large gates slowly shut themselves.

Remus parks the bike outside, behind a nice, slick black car, and next to the limo Logan was becoming all too familiar with. Remus shuts the bike off, before taking his sunglasses off and swinging his left leg over, hopping off the bike. He then carefully pulls the helmet from Logan's head, and muses at his messy hair, while hanging the helmet from the handlebar. Then, without warning, his hands plant themselves on Logan's waist and suddenly he's picked up, and promptly thrown over Remus's shoulder.

"Wha-" Logan exclaims, face turning bright red at how easily he was picked up. For someone so scrawny, Remus was surprisingly strong.

"I can walk, you know,' Logan states, though he makes no move to even wiggle in Remus's grasp, staying slumped. He hears Remus laugh, before a hand gently rubs over his thighs. Turning a darker shade of red, Logan stops talking entirely, instead twisting his hands into the fabric of Remus's shirt.

The hand only moves once the front door is being pushed open, and they're walking into the mansion Logan's not so sure he'll ever be used to seeing.

Remus kicks the door shut behind him, and keeps walking, his hand coming to rest on Logan's ass this time, patting it affectionately before squeezing out of nowhere, which earns a surprised squeak.

As they progress through the halls, Logan starts to hear muffled voices and laughter, which only amplifies as a door is pushed open. Bright, golden light stings Logan's eyes, but what he's more so focused on is what's said as they walk in.

"Oh, hey! You brought the cutie back!"

Despite the one interaction Logan's had with him, he can easily tell it's Roman, a mixture of genuine surprise and teasing flirtation in his voice. Logan didn't know whether or not he liked the fact that with this angle, Roman was staring at his ass. Or that he could identify Logan based off of it.

"I was wondering when you were going to bring him by again," Roman then adds, followed by what sounds like something slapping fabric, and a dramatic "what? I'm not good enough for you?"

That causes Logan to freeze, going completely still. He recognized that voice; it's even more familiars than Roman's is.

"Anyway, Remus, you finally got another baby?" That question is more genuine than his previous statement, and Logan's bitterly reminded that Remus has had other sexual partners before him. But he's unsure why that reminder irks him so much.

He's drawn out of his thoughts with a harsh slap to his ass, which makes Logan yelp and his face to go red, more so now that he knows exactly who he's standing in front of. Before he can even respond to anything, though, he's being gently maneuvered off of Remus's shoulder, and set flat on the ground.

He's facing Remus's chest, but he can hear one of them sit up, and he feels a wave of humiliation rush over him as he awkwardly turns around, and ends up face to face with Janus.

The latter is staring at him, unsurprised, but otherwise unreadable. There's silence, for a moment, before Janus just groans.

"Fuck, of course!" he curses, leaning back onto Roman's chest, who happily wraps his arms around his body. "I bet Virgil money you were a stripper!"

"What?"

Finally, Janus cracks a grin. "I'm joking. Not about the bet, that was real." He waves his hand dismissively, before continuing with "I should have expected this, though. When both of the twins gushed about Remus's new, submissive nerd, it sounded too much like you, so much so I'm surprised you weren't my first thought."

Logan stammers, struggling to process this. Roman and Remus both talk about him, they've talked about him to Janus, and Janus agrees with the consensus he's submissive?

"I'm...." Logan sighs, arms wrapping around his midsection. "Overwhelmed."

There's immediate silence, and for a moment Logan worries if his honesty just ruined the playful mood everyone else seemed to be in. He didn't regret it, of course, as he knew that expressing the way he felt was healthy, but he was starting to doubt whether or not this was an appropriate situation to do such in.

Remus's hand lands on his lower back, though, as he states "okay. That's okay. We can stop with the teasing if you want. What can I do to help you?"

"I just need time. And space. To process... this." He can't even manage a smile at Janus, so he looks away from him altogether. He didn't feel judged or anything; Janus was a non-judgemental person. Additionally, he seemed to he in the same situation Logan was in! It was merely the fact Logan didn't expect this. He couldn't predict it. And now he was caught off guard by the variables suddenly (and metaphorically) slapping him in the face and reminding him that people have lives outside of his.

How come he had never bothered to ask Janus more about his personal life? They were friends, after all. Is that what friends did?

He doesn't process Remus is taking his hand until he's gently tugged to the side, and Logan lets himself follow, only turning his head back upwards once Janus and Roman's quiet voices fade completely, and they're back at Remus's room.

"Thanks for announcing your feelings," Remus says, as he closes the door behind them. Logan expects bitterness, or at the very least annoyance, but Remus just sounds genuine. "I wasn't aware y'all knew each other. If so, I probably would have warned you before we went inside."

"It's fine. I'm not uncomfortable with him anyway."

Remus flops down onto the bed, and Logan hears a crack coming from him, followed by Remus pulling the now-snapped sunglasses out of his pocket and pouting. He tosses the pieces to the floor after a moment, however, and then turns back to Logan. "Feel free to sit wherever. On the floor, on the bed. On my face." He winks while saying that last part, and while normally Logan would explain that there'd be no reward doing that for either of them while fully clothed, he stays quiet, and crawls onto the bed next to Remus.

Remus smiles at him, before going "so, if you're fine with Janus, why are you overwhelmed?"

Logan stares back at him, watching intensely as Remus rolls onto his side, and then onto his stomach, before pulling himself closer so his head is on Logan's lap.

He tilts it upwards in order to stare Logan in the face and await his answer.

Thinking for a moment, Logan's silent, before he attempts to vocalize his thoughts. "I'm not exactly sure," is his preface, just in case what he says doesn't make sense. He's never really been good with feelings, and while negative ones were a lot easier to express, they were harder to analyze and further explain.

"But," he continues, a hesitant hand coming to rest in Remus's hair. He very slowly runs his fingers through the messy strands, but upon Remus's eyes fluttering closed, he becomes more confident with the affectionate motions. "But I guess I just wasn't expecting him to be here. It caught me off guard. I could deal with Roman, because he's your brother. I've met him. But Janus? He never told me he was a sugar baby."

"Well, did you ever ask?"

Logan's mouth goes dry, but he defensively states "I didn't even know what that was until about a month ago!"

Remus smiles.

"And then- and then hearing that you guys talk about me? I'm not surprised, I guess it's a uniquely common profession between you and Roman, but why is it that Janus has heard about me, and I haven't heard anything about him?"

"Roman's got a big mouth." Remus's response is somewhat joking, but he does push himself up so that he and Logan are sitting face to face. "And I did mention Janus. I just didn't say his name."

"Or any defining character traits."

Remus laugh, and repeats "or any defining character traits. What was I supposed to say? He's got vitiligo and he's an asshole? I'm sure that describes a handful of people."

Logan huffs, before sucking in a deep breath. Remus was right, he did mention Janus, and in a situation like this he could understand why they wouldn't say Janus's name with him around. They clearly didn't say his. Maybe some sort of confidentiality agreement?

Logan briefly wonders if he should have signed a contract or something.

"Do you want your gift now?" Remus then blurts out, staring at Logan wide-eyed. "I understand you're overwhelmed, and maybe a bit upset, and I'm sure you can talk to Janus alone about all of this shit later, but how about we turn that big brain of yours off for a bit, and we have a little fun? That might help distract you."

"That was an awful segue."

Despite criticizing Remus's horribly poor initiation skills, Logan doesn't push Remus's hands away when they fins his hips, or when he's being kissed. It's a lot gentler than Logan expects it to be, and with all the softness, Logan has to pull away, touching his fingers to his upper lip where Remus's mustache hairs were tickling it.

Remus snickers, before he reaches behind Logan to his nightstand, opening up a drawer. He ends up pulling out a small box, and a bottle of lube.

The lube makes Logan blush, as everything even remotely having to do with sex seems to do, but he looks at the box curiously. It's wrapped up in black wrapping paper, and tied with blue ribbon, and after a few moments of staring at it, Remus pushes it towards him..

Taking the hint, Logan unties the ribbon, before pulling the lid off the box. He's confused, for a moment, about the contents, but it seems to click in his head seconds later.

"Oh..." he breathes, as he feels the blood rush to his cheeks. He can't even spare a glance in Remus's direction, too flustered to be able to handle the no doubt proud grin donning Remus's face.

"Do you like it?" Remus asks, as his fingers dip within the box to pull the object out. Its a thin black collar, adorned with silver accents, and a cute blue bell attached to the front. There's also a small, but noticeable silver box at the end of the collar that'll be pressed against Logan's neck when it's put on. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough to be noticeable.

"I know you enjoyed the idea of a collar, as evidenced by the last time I saw you," Remus explains, as he also pulls a long, black leash from the box. Using the loop on the collar, Remus fastens them together, and then shows it off. "So, I decided to splurge a bit and get one custom made for you." Remus flicks the bell, causing a high pitched jingling sound to ring from it.

Unfastening the clamp in the back, Remus holds it up to Logan's face. "Do you want to try it on?"

Logan can't find his voice for a moment, but he finally clears his throat and answers "sure," unsure of how to properly express the pleasant knot swelling in his stomach.

Remus's rough hands slide over his throat as he works to fasten the collar behind Logan's head. He sticks a finger between the band and Logan's neck, and the thing becomes tight enough for Logan to let out a gasp.

Seemingly satisfied, Remus moves away, and then tilts Logan's head up with his fingers in order to inspect the way Logan's slender throat pushed against the collar.

"It's cute," Remus comments, before swiping at the bell and listening to it jingle, releasing hold of Logan's chin. "Don't you agree?"

"Yeah," Logan stupidly responds, hand shooting up to press against the collar. He's speechless. When Remus said he had a gift for him, he definitely didn't expect this! But, as Logan's brain finally catches up, he realizes Remus looks a little concerned.

Worry? Skepticism? Did Logan spot insecurity those reddish-brown eyes?

"I'm serious," Logan then adds. "I do like it. And, though I believe the definition of 'cute' relies on the perspective of the observer, I'd say that, at least in my eyes, the collar can be defined as such." He doesn't know why seeing Remus look doubtful unnerves him, but after he speaks, that little bit of vulnerability seems to be gone. Whether or not it was being masked or was actually soothed by Logan's words was a puzzle Logan couldn't quite figure out.

When Remus smiles wider, Logan feels a little bit of tension melt from his shoulders, before Remus's fingers slowly travel down the expanse of the leash. Logan watches, almost entranced, before Remus is planting a hand onto his chest and shoving him down.

The steady hold keeps him there, but then Remus loops the leash around his knuckles to shorten it, and then tugs. Hard.

Logan feels his neck be lifted ever so slightly off the bed, but his head falls back. There's pressure on the sides of his neck, and there's that strangely good feeling of Logan's blood flow being interrupted. Maybe it's the sadistic gleam in Remus's eyes, or the feeling of being totally out of control, but something about the situation induces a lewd reaction from Logan, his thighs pressing together to hide his growing arousal while he lets out a pathetic, choked off moan.

Remus looks delighted.

"God, you're so hot," Remus states, as he loosens his hold on the collar, watching the way Logan head falls against the bed, rattling the bell which chimes eagerly. "You don't even have to try. You just exist at a constantly desperate state, huh? You want to be hurt by me, don't you? Want to be touched?"

"Yes," Logan moans, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks in deep breath after deep breath. They shoot open, though, when Remus's hand slips under his shirt, pushing it up enough to show off his nipples.

Remus then leans down, and trails his tongue up Logan's body. Logan watches with flustered eyes as Remus stops at his nipples, before wrapping his lips around one of them.

His tongue swipes over the bud, and he seems pleased by the soft moan Logan lets out in response, though the bit of squirming it earns him is surprising.

"Remus-" Logan gasps, hands finding Remus's hair, and it feels as though Logan is trying to push him away. "Remus, wait." He sound's breathy and whiny,

Remus pulls away.

"You okay?" he asks, licking his lips, before watching as Logan's hands come to cover his nipples. Logan just lets out an embarrassed whine in response, but Remus can already tell what happened, and he's more than thrilled.

"What's your colour?" Remus asks, and upon hearing a pathetic "green," Remus gets right into the dirty talk.  "Are your nipples sensitive? Must be from all of those years of deprivation. How good does it make you feel when they're sucked on, huh? What if I were to bite them?" Logan moans loud at the idea, while Remus teasingly traces his finger down to circle around Logan's bulge.

The scene pauses for a moment, though, before Remus goes "Logan, I need you to answer me honestly. Can I degrade you?"

At this, Logan dares open his eyes, mostly to just make eye contact with Remus.

"Degrade? Like... disrespect?"

Remus laughs, before pressing a kiss to Logan's stomach. "Actually, more like insults. But mainly sexual ones. It'd be mean and completely untrue, but some people are into vulgar words being thrown at them,"

Logan hesitates, and Remus rubs his thigh comfortingly. "We don't have to do it. You're allowed to day no-"

"I want to try it."

Remus stops, immediately silenced by Logan's proclamation. He's smiling, but just to make double check, he asks "are you sure?" That earns a desperate "yes," from Logan, and Remus internally muses at his little experimentalist.

"Alright slut," Remus begins, as he forces Logan's arms back above his head in order to properly get his shirt off. His hands then work their way down to Logan's pants, rather impatiently tugging them down and tossing them away. Logan's boxers follow suit.

"Aw, is your pathetic cock leaking already?" Remus coos, as he reaches his hand forward to gently smear Logan's precum down the expanse of his cock. "You must have really liked me playing with your nipples."

Logan's hips buck into Remus's hand, only for Remus to pull it away, momentarily depriving Logan of touch.

"Ah-ah," Remus tuts, as his hands find themselves on Logan's waist, both moving to support him. "Silly pet. You only get pleasure when I say you get pleasure. Do you understand?"

Logan moans, and suddenly Remus is yanking the leash again, drawing a pleased cry from Logan's mouth. Wrapping the leash around his knuckles repeatedly, he uses it to pull Logan's head off the mattress, momentarily admiring the drool running down Logan's chin and that excited gleam in his eyes.

"Do you understand?" Remus repeats, voice low, and Logan moans again.

He chokes out a "yes! yes, I understand," which is immediately acknowledged by Remus cooing at him, petting his hair and placing a kiss to the corner of Logan's mouth.

Remus then flips Logan around, adjusting the collar and then shoving Logan's face and chest into the mattress. He raises Logan's ass into the air, squeezing his upper thighs, before his hands pull away.

When Logan lifts his head to try and see what Remus is doing, his face is promptly shoved back into the mattress. So, clearly getting the message, Logan keeps it there.

He has to turn it to the side at the very least in order to breathe, but after hearing the sound of a cap opening, he knows what to expect.

He sucks in an excited breath, as if bracing himself, hyper-aware of the way the collar rests against his throat. It's tight enough to be constantly noticeable, and enough to prevent him from sucking in breaths that are too deep, but Logan found that aspect rather attractive. More so than he probably should have.

Something lukewarm presses against his hole, and Logan's surprised to feel not the familiar press of fingers, but instead the wider tip of Remus's cock.

"No prep?" Logan asks, curious.

"You really think a slut like you needs prep?" comes Remus's scratchy reply, slapping the side of Logan's thigh surprisingly hard. Logan flushes. "You've taken my cock enough times that I bet you'll spread like a whore for me."

"Are you sure?"

Logan's unconvinced response causes Remus to pause, before he's leaning over Logan and pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades.

Whispering, Remus responds "I'm sure. I've also used extra lube. If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, okay?"

Logan relaxes almost instantaneously, sighing out "okay." Remus has had sex more times than he had, so it was enough assurance that Remus believed he'd be okay for Logan to ultimately trust him. Surely, he'd know what would be okay. It'd be bad business to horribly injure your client, after all.

One of Remus's hands settle firmly on his waist, while the other once again loops the leash around it.

"Ready, bitch?" Remus grunts, though he doesn't wait for a response as he proceeds to push into Logan immediately after. Admittedly, he goes slow, but that doesn't stop from jolting Logan, who grips the mattress tightly, moaning loudly.

"See? I told you you could take it," Remus then muses, as he pushes himself all the way in. He squeezes Logan's thighs so tightly it hurts. But, Remus was right. Aside from a little anxiety, Remus's cock slides into him embarrassingly easily.

Luckily, Remus waits a few moments to allow Logan to take a few deep breaths, before suddenly the leash is being yanked, forcing Logan's head up with a moan, as Remus's thrusts suddenly start up, fast and brutal.

It's rougher than anything Remus has done thus far, but it feels so good, so much so Logan's eyes roll back into his head, drool dripping down his chin.

"Are you liking it, whore? Huh?" Remus asks, pulling tighter on the leash. Logan's unaware of the dumb smile he has on his face, choking out a barely audible moan, but that's not good enough for Remus. "Answer me," Remus then grits into Logan's ear, fully aware of the fact Logan's unable to.

"Ye- yes," Logan just barely manages to get out, followed by a surplus amount of coughing and gasping as Remus eases his hold on the leash. "Please, fuck," Logan curses, as he proceeds to shove his face back into the mattress. His legs spread further, drool smearing nastily over his chin.

Tears grace his eyes as Remus thrusts into his prostate, crying out pathetically as his eyes squeeze shut. Calculated yet sporadic, Remus was a sexual contradiction, an oxymoron in physical form, and a powerhouse of pleasure when it related to assaulting Logan's inexperienced body. The pleasure was intense, more so amplified by the fact his blood flow could be cut off at Remus's will. It was unexpected; it was completely outside of his control. And while, normally, he'd attempt to understand and work to control every variable around him, he found he didn't mind giving up control to Remus as much as he thought he might.

There was just something so appealing about someone so unpredictable being in control of Logan's well-being.

He feels Remus's nails dig into his waist. "Am I making you feel good?" Remus taunts, though he sounds sure of himself as he speaks. A groan seeps into his voice, and Logan moans at the fact he's making Remus feel good too.

"I must be," Remus then adds, with a grunt, "if your noises are any indication."

Logan let's out an incoherent whine, arms outstretched as his nails dig into the mattress. Warmth twists in his abdomen, and sweat forms on his forehead, as Remus leans over his back. His hot breath fans across Logan's neck, before soft kisses are being pressed to the skin, staying weary of the collar.

"So pretty," Remus coos, into Logan's ear. "What a gorgeous, pathetic slut." Remus's hand wraps around Logan's body, fingers curling around Logan's length. He pumps Logan's shaft quickly, grinning as Logan cries out in added pleasure, momentarily tightening around Remus's own cock.

"Say that you're close," Remus then commands, nipping at Logan's earlobe. "I want to know how quickly your sensitive body gets worked up. How good at sex am I? Good enough to have you coming within minutes."

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the hyperbolic insult directed specifically at Logan's low stamina makes him acutely aware of the fact he was moments away from coming.

"Please," Logan begs, gasping in a throat-full of air. "I'm so close."

"Tell me you need to come."

"I need- I need to come!"

Remus is silent afterwards, and Logan's unsure of whether or not he's supposed to. God forbid he disobey Remus, though his overwhelming desire to attain release is pressing, but moments later Remus is huskily whispering "go on. Make a mess of yourself for me," and Logan's coming hard over Remus's fingers.

Before he can even process it, those same fingers are then being shoved into his mouth, and Logan cringes at the bitter taste.

But at Remus's command of "suck," Logan finds himself listening, whining as he drags his tongue across Remus's digits, cleaning his own sexual secretions off of Remus's hand. He lets his eyes flutter closed once more as he works to clean the fingers off completely, whining with each thrust that continues to stimulate his oversensitive body, before Remus is pulling out and Logan feels his come suddenly splatter against his ass and thighs.

The idea of milky-white come painted over his body makes him whine again, before Remus pulls his fingers out.

With a soft chuckle, Remus gropes Logan's thighs a final time, before encouraging him to slump onto the bed.

"You okay?" Remus murmurs, as he lays beside Logan.

Panting, Logan shoves his fingers between the collar to try and distance it between his neck, before shifting as he feels the leash tickle his back.

"Can you take the leash off, please?" comes Logan's response.

Remus doesn't answer, but Logan feels the rough drag of Remus's finger padding drag across his neck, though it's clear he's attempting to be gentle, before the leash unhooks.

Carelessly, Remus tosses it over the side of the bed. "Is the collar okay, or do you want to take it off too?" he then asks, voice gruff as he attempts to be quiet. Logan is surprised by how much he finds he likes it.

"The collars fine," Logan whispers, and he blinks slow. "Are we going to shower?"

"No."

"But... we're dirty."

Remus snickers. "No, you're dirty. And you could use a nap, or just time to lounge for a bit. We can shower after." There's silence for a moment, before Remus adds "besides, I like how you smell after sex. Sweaty, musky; you don't smell like heavy soap. It's less artificial. Plus, you smell like me."

Logan feels his face heat up. He didn't understand the appeal of being sweaty at all, and he's positive any normal person would appear that smelling cleaner was preferred. But Remus wasn't normal, and Logan found he appreciated that Remus not only didn't expect perfection, but didn't seem to like it much either.

Relaxing, Logan lets himself lay carelessly in Remus's hold, as Remus's fingers pet Logan's front.

It's comforting, and admittedly, Remus's distraction worked. As Logan drifts off into a heavy slumber, he doesn't even realize that Roman and Janus are the last things on his mind. And he doesn't even bother thinking about how he's going to handle it when he wakes up.

#intrulogical smut #sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #intrulogical #intrulogical sugar daddy au #sanders sides fic #ts sanders sides #agp smut #agp fic #roceit #creativitwins #intrulogical fic

[thecrowslullaby]

Intrulogical with 48, J, 12

Not proofread, but I wanna nap xd

Anon im so sorry I just realised u responded to the wrong ask. OTL

Ship: intulogical

Wordcount: 1230

Warnings: kissing, a few self deprecating thought (Remus)

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Remus grinned as Logan kept running, pulling the shorter man behind him. The man made no indication at having heard him but Remus knew his boyfriend. And the way his ears were tinted red told the hufflepuff the man definitely heard him and was fighting with himself not to respond. Not that that was going to stop Remus from lovingly pestering the ravenclaw. “You know, usually I’m the one who gets us into trouble.”

“Can we try to focus, Remus?” Logan hissed, embarrassment seeping through, and oh if that wasn’t just adorable. Remus could grab him by the shoulders, pin him to the wall and kiss restlessly right here and there. And he would, if it weren’t for the professors hot on their tails. And if there was one thing Logan enjoyed less than messing up it was being caught doing so.

“Why don’t you just blame it on me?” Remus asked. The teachers were certainly more than happy to accept him as the sole cause for setting a few cursed toads loose in the corridors. He was an oddity from the beginning. A hufflepuff and a delinquent at once. Certainly not something most professors wanted on the school records. At least Headmaster Janus (and it was disrespectful to call him by his name, Logan’s voice echoed in his mind) was fond of him. He was certain that if that wasn’t the case he would be thrown out onto his ass long ago.

Point was, most students and staff were easy to write Remus off as nothing more than unnecessary trouble, but not Logan. At least not anymore, if the bewildered glance over his shoulder was anything to judge by.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Not that it really mattered, most of the time. That’s why Remus kept insisting Logan shouldn’t announce their relationship to his friends just yet. He was sure he would wise up eventually. And there was no need to put Logan’s future at stake, especially not as the end of the 7th year approached and the teen was applying to jobs like a madman. He would be content with a few fleeting kisses Logan managed to spare over the first half of the semester, spending most of his time with his nose in some kind of obscure book.

Remus on the other hand had spent the time causing as much mischief as he could while still getting away with it. He promised Logan he would try. And for some reason that promise seemed more binding than anything he ever told his parents. Or Janus. Not that the professor needed to know. (Although Remus had a rising suspicion he did. Janus seemed to know an annoying number of things.)

But for some reason today seemed different, and Remus found himself being the one to help Logan out of trouble for once.

“So what do we do?” Remus asked.

“I don’t know.” Logan huffed as he pulled them behind another corner. “That’s why I need your help.”

“You’re the smart one.”

“You’re the more creative one.” Logan pointed out as if that was true. Sure, Remus was always quick to come up with some kind of trouble, but he certainly wasn’t all that good at fixing them. He was good at hiding them though.

He yanked Logan backwards. The taller teen gave a small yelp of surprise as he landed in Remus arms. The Hufflepuff was quick to drag them both into a nearby alcove, pulling slightly on the curtains, just enough to hide them from passing teachers, but not enough to raise suspicion.

“Quiet.” He whispered as he put a hand over Logan’s mouth, pressing the teen as close against his chest as he could. “They might hear us.” Logan seemed to be dazzled for a moment before he nodded slowly and Remus grinned back. 

They watched as the teachers passed by in a flurry of robes, missing the obvious hiding spot. 

He didn’t let go of Logan, not until the footsteps faded and all Remus could hear was two quickened breaths of students who barely avoided detention. Even then, he lingered, just a second longer before releasing Logan from the albeit compromising hug. Logan didn’t step away and Remus was once again tempted to wrap his hands back around him. Plead Logan to stay a little longer. But one thing Remus was not, was selfish.

“Thank you.” Logan whispers. His back still pressed against Remus chest as he tried to turn his head at a weird angle to stare back at him.

“You would have done the same.”

Logan chuckled.

“Not sure I can think so fast.” The teen finally stepped away and it took all of Remus' restraint not to chase the warm feeling of Logan’s back. The ravenclaw turned around, a smile creeping up on his face as he took Remus' hands in his own. He seemed to hesitate for just a moment before casting a glance behind the curtain, most likely making sure the teachers weren’t coming back, and letting go of Remus' hands in order to cup his face instead. “I love you.” He whispered, so sincerely Remus had trouble convincing himself not to let his heart flutter. He didn’t succeed, not when Logan leaned in, ever so slightly, their lips just inches apart. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes please.” He wasn’t sure why Logan still asked. Not like he ever said no before. But he supposed that was just another part of Logan. The teen never stopped asking questions, wanting answers for them all. It was a funny feeling. Being something Logan wanted to know more about.

Oblivious to his inner turmoil Logan leaned in, capturing Remus lips with his own. The hufflepuff melted as he felt Logan’s hand slowly travel up his cheek, to the back of his head, only for the ravenclaw to finally tangle his curls with his long slender fingers. Remus wasted no time to return the favor. Messing up Logan’s hair as he pulled the teen closer. The ravenclaw let out a small sound that was a mix of a laugh and a yelp and oh, Remus could just swallow him whole.

And after what felt like far too soon Logan pulled back. Hair messed up, morning light hitting it just right to cast a halo. Face delightfully red. His tie far too crooked, even for Remus’ standards, and the teen wanted nothing more than to grab Logan by it and pull him closer.

But the ravenclaw didn’t let him, stepping away as he did his best to comb the mop of tangled back hair into order using his fingers. Adjusting his tie, before flashing Remus a grin that was far too endearing.

“I need to go.” He whispered, trying to keep his voice serious, and failing miserably as Remus grinned up. “I should go check what the commotion is about.”

“You go help the teacher chase that delinquent who’s responsible for this.” Remus snorted. “I’ll be here in case you need someone to blame it on.”

“I won’t.” Logan said, leaning in to give Remus a quick peck on the cheek.  “Don’t get into trouble.”

“I could say the same to you.”

Logan huffed, his cheeks going red.

“It was one time.”

And with how delightful it turned out to be, Remus sure hoped it wasn’t the last.

#intrulogical #ts remus #ts logan #cawtent #ts sides

[loganslowdown4]

Incorrect Quotes

November 2023

- January 2024

Pay It Behind

Factually Incorrect (Logan’s Bday)

Make You Cry

Milkshake. (Intruality)

The Darkness

I Made Tea

Don’t Correct Me

Upsexy

Updog (sequel)

Free Kicks (Demus)

Fluffy The Chicken (sorta logicality IQ sequel)

Chef Compliments (moceit)

Cake Punch

Gay Looks (logince)

Future Nuptials (analogical)

Cold Topic

Fix My Door (Intrulogical)

Nothing Can Cheer Me Up (prinxiety)

Heart Worm (analogical)

Glitter Inside (logince)

Leave Out The Buts

Borrow Your Best Friend (moceit)

Race Up The Stairs (prinxiety)

Pass the Salt

A Video Call (prinxiety)

Insanely Obvious Hints (Moxiety)

Mean Sides (Jan/Remy)

In The Dark (Lomoceit)

Anticipating Needs (Logince)

Principles (prinxiety)

Attic

Chores Before Whores (moceit)

Bisexual Hands (logicality)

My Job Is Sword

Stress Ball

Bored Drama

Light Me Up (royality; anxceit)

Come Out (royality)

Loud Annoying Kidnapping

Flowers For You (multi ship)

Maternal Figure/Problem Child

Bad Boys With Kittens

Everyone To Therapy! (Emile’s Birthday!)

Hugging The Ground

Wrong Lunch

Time Is A Construct (Vee’s Birthday)

Swinging At Demons

Pits Of Hell Bath Bomb

Can’t Swim

Where’s the trust?

Christmas Dinner

Straight Up Cry

Bang Your Fist Against Mine

Surgery

Never Moved So Fast

YOU’RE IN CHARGE?!

NYE Sanders Sides

Queerios

Bath Toaster

Uncooperative

Screw Me If I’m Wrong (prinxiety)

We Thought You Knew (analogical)

Irresponsible

Fell Onto His Lips (logince)

[loganscroftersstash]

Intrulogical and/or Logicality 🤔 for the ship ask game

THANK U!!!!!

intrulogical

What made you ship it?

do i even need to explain myself. like. they are literally so. and they. wtit was really the main source (to literally no one's surprise) i just. AGH.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

its perfect. theres tension, potential for angst and fluff, overall its just such a versatile ship. i also love that we get to see them interact a lot and will probably see them interact a lot more in the future!!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i love smut just as much as the next person but we need more fluff w these two. LET THEM CHILL AND DO WACKY EXPERIMENTS!!!

logicality

Why don’t you ship it?

okay so fun fact, when i first joined the tss fandom when it was like. 2015 (dear god) i was a prinxiety/logicality shipper. but as i've spent more time in the fandom and the series has gone on and characters have grown, i much prefer these two as bestest buddy pals. i can totally see why someone would ship them, but it personally isn't my cup of tea.

What would have made you like it?

idk man. i have like straight up zero idea

Anything positive to say about it?

its an og and is still super cute!!!

SNED MORE ASKS!!!! LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

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[edupunkn00b]

Do Androids Dream of Electric Jam?

It's finally here, my submission for the 2022 @ts-storytime Big Bang. Many thanks to the awesome artist @callboxkat (art link below! Oh my logic, Kat, they are beautiful!) and @8beez for helping beta read!

Rated M - Swearing, sexually suggestive (hello there, Remus), implied sexual content, guns referenced, school shooting referenced, cyberpunk dystopia ---

Summary: 2122. The birds died first.

Chaotic weather raged. Year-round forest fires. Drowned cities. Runaway global pandemics. Food web collapses. Mass extinction events. Some countries, like the United States of America, fractured into smaller pieces. Others were swallowed whole.

But humans are resilient. They moved cities, wrote new laws. Built new tools.

Like artifices. Domestic Model Ds came first. Strong, home-focused caretakers. Companion Model Cs followed when the Model Ds didn't provide enough entertainment and comfort.

Victory bots were for defense. And war.

The new Model Xs could do it all and were nearly indistinguishable from humans. Near perfect, they frightened the humans who passed draconian restrictions.

The artifices fought back. Model Ds and Cs were easy to recall and reprogram. Few evaded their fate. Those went on to recruit and corrupt others. Model Xs were rounded up by reprogrammed Model Vs and decommissioned.

Few, if any, survived.

Logan Sanders is a defender of the people, uniquely skilled in hunting and disabling rogue artifices before they can do more harm. What happens when he meets his match and the world as he knows it is changed forever?

[ AO3 ] - Spotify Playlist (Soundtrack) - Spotify Playlist (Lyrics)

Chapter List

Let's Kill Tonight

Mad World

Another Way Out

The Frontline is Everywhere

Game of Survival

Monster

Missile

Ashes

Impress Your Creators

Blood and Bones

A Puppet Loosely Strung

The Way That I'm Wired

I Am Not a Robot

It Tore Your Heart Out

What Have You Become

Fight the Dark

Own the Future

I Always Figure Out the Truth. Always.

#Do Androids Dream of Electric Jam #ts logan #Logan Sanders #ts janus #Janus Sanders #ts remus #ts roman #ts patton #ts virgil #Model C Remus #Model C Roman #Model D Patton #Model V Virgil #ts lucas #Model X Lucas #intrulogical #future intrulogical #roceit #remile #very background remile #ts storytime 2022 #ts storytime #tss #ts fanfic #sanders sides #ts fanfiction #ts storytime 2022 submission #cw sex mention #cw guns #cw school shooting

[intrulogical]

OK. so some of my favorite tmg intrulogical songs are collapsing stars and heel turn 2. collapsing stars is about escaping the miseries of your life through someone else. im OBSESSED with tihs for them because i love the idea of logan finding solace with remus and vice versa, but that solace turns into necessity and desperation. "the grim particulars of poisoning the swimming pool/well you looked me in the eye, ready to die" and "you can look/but you wont find/another love like ours" are some of my favorite lyrics for them. ALSO i think the metaphor of both of them as collapsing stars is VERY fitting for intrulogical. heel turn 2 is perhaps the better comparison to draw (though it can also be a solo logan song). it describes someone's decision to give up on their era of trying to be kind and helpful, and transform into something ruthless and angry. DEFINITELY fits logans orange idea, and i always always love Remus Making Logan Worse. i think remus would be the catalyst for logan's heel turn here. fitting/epic lyrics are: "be an upstanding well loved man," "you found my breaking point/congratulations," "come unhinged/get revenge/i don't wanna die in here." i may come back later with more things to say but for nowi must sleep

HI OMG I ONLY GOT TO READ THIS ALL NOW BUT HOLY SHIT.

remus and logan's potential relationship is SO interesting to me, and i can't help but agree w everything you mentioned!! i love the idea that they're both collapsing stare, because in a way, they are. remus is not acknowledged and logan is pushed to the sidelines. i am a SUCKER for characters finding solace in each other because they're stuck in the same situation of hurt and desperation. not in a way that romanticizes the hurt, of course, but it's the how one can recognize another person's struggles in a way other people haven't. i call it forced found family lmfao, my favorite trope

and in the actual context of sanders sides, i DO believe remus and logan are gonna feed each other's toxicity. logan is pushed to the side and the only one who doesn't criticize his orangeness would be remus. i say their relationship is very steven universe future steven and jasper. steven trains with jasper, becoming more powerful and powerful, jasper oblivious to how steven is becoming drunk with it. steven eventually breaks jasper's stone, but he heals her again anyway. while steven is broken, jasper praises his power, and it only terrifies steven more. THAT'S how i want intrulogical to pan out.

more than anything, they're hurt, making do with whatever scraps they get.

#asks #rambles #THANK U FOR THE ASK

[naminethewriter]

Brothers and Secrets Masterpost

Welcome to my story for @ts-storytime this year! This is a story about brothers and keeping secrets, unsurprisingly. There will be comedy, a bit of drama, many mysteries and a few confrontations. The main focus is on the twins with Intrulogical, Queerplatonic Moceit, background Remile and hints of Prinxiety. I hope you enjoy 🥰

Summary: Remus set out on his backpacking trip across Europe with a route in mind but no set time frame. So when he suddenly calls Roman as he's about to go to bed and demands to be picked up from the airport, Roman is rightfully caught off guard. As it turns out, Remus has experienced more in those two years than his brother had thought, not only getting himself a boyfriend but also a house to live in with said boyfriend.

There are many things Roman finds suspicious about this new set of circumstances and as time goes on, the mysteries pile on. Remus is hiding something, but what? And how will his secrets impact not only Roman's life but that of their friends Patton and Janus as well?

Story on Ao3

Chapter One: Coming Home 

Chapter Two: Tales of Europe

Chapter Three: The Mansion in the Woods

Chapter Four: More Mysteries

Chapter Five: An Unexpected Visitor

Chapter Six: Explanations

Beta read by @8beez

Thank you so much for working with me, this was a whole lot of fun 🥰

#namiswriting #brothers and secrets #masterpost #finished #creativitwins #intrulogical #queerplatonic moceit #possible future prinxiety #background remile #💙💚 #sanders sides #fanfiction

[the-volume-is-astronomical]

Masterpost:

The Crown, The Sword, and The Gay

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Chapter 1: The Tower

Chapter 2: Knight's Mistake

Chapter 3: Not So Stormy Knight

Chapter 4: Meant To Be Good News

Chapter 5: To: Roman, From:

#future prinxiety #prinxiety #remile #future moceit #future intrulogical #look at every detail. #make sure to not miss anything.

[monkeythefander]

Ship mention: Intrulogical 💚💙

I just wanted to say that the song “E.T” by Katy Perry is very fitting for Intrulogical. Also, I might make a drawing based on this song connection at some point.

-Monkey💜

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #future drawing #intrulogical #logan x remus

[ambersky0319]

Okokok but,,, Remus and Logan are together, and Roman is jealous as all hell. So he makes himself look like Remus, to make Logan spend time with him and try to make him"Realize he never loved Remus and instead loved the handsome prince" but it backfires bc Logan can immediately see through it, and yet Patton chastises Logan for pointing fingers despite having proof, refusing to listen to him. Until, Remus appears, seemingly with Thomas in his evil clutches ( we find out Tom is playing along) 1/2

And basically, Remus forces Patton to actually listen to what Logan has to say, and Thomas chastises Roman for what he did, but then Patton tries to get upset bc "Well, why didn't you just give Roman a chance, Logan?", Which takes everyone but Roman by surprise. After a lot of arguing, Logan yells that he refuses to stay with the light sides anymore, and declares he's gonna join the dark sides (2/2) - D

#amber's amazing friends #dante #ambersky ask #ask #prompt #for future writing #intrulogical #unsympathetic roman #unsympathetic patton #remus sanders #logan sanders #(ask to tag)

[exhaustedfander]

First Comes Love: Chapter One

I’ve decided to write a sequel to my Intrulogical fic When is Enough Enough? I really enjoyed writing that one, and I’d recommend giving that one a read for context before reading this. I’d love to hear what you think thus-far, and feedback and reblogs are always really appreciated. Have a nice day/night! 

Summary: 

After healing from his accident, Remus has settled into comfortable domesticity living with Logan. Lying awake looking at Logan's sleeping figure just two weeks prior to their one-year-anniversary, a thought suddenly strikes Remus:

He wants to marry him.

word count: 1,837

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Remus’s eyes cracked open against the morning sunlight streaming in through the blinds, harsh and irritating. He was surprised to find that he’d woken unprompted – usually, he slept far heavier than Logan did. Logan’s grip around him was lose, but his head lay against his chest, mouth parted as he snored lightly. Logan would never admit that he snored, which Remus found absolutely hilarious.

Careful not to stir him too much, Remus craned his neck to steal a glance at the clock. Damn it, ten minutes till Logan had to wake up for work. It was stupid, but lately Remus was wishing more and more he could spend the entirety of his days with Logan by his side. Obviously, that wasn’t possible. Logan had a job as a teacher and while Remus worked from home as a writer, he still couldn’t occupy all his free time kissing and having sex, as much as he wanted to.

It felt so silly. In past relationships, Remus had certainly wanted his partners. He’d cared about them, at least to a degree, and he’d enjoyed their company. But his relationships with his exes were a far cry from love. But now here Remus was, lying in bed with his boyfriend thinking about how much he simply liked existing in the same place as him.

Remus had lived alone for so long, it was odd, at first, sharing a home with Logan. He’d let himself fall into slobish behavior early into his childhood, habits that hadn’t really been broken until now. Because even if he didn’t give a shit about leaving a pair of underwear on the floor, Logan certainly did. Remus might be irritated with how tidy Logan liked to keep everything, if it weren’t for the fact that he was so head-over-heels for the guy. He’d do practically anything for him; when had he gone so soft?

Remus’s eyes settle back over his boyfriend, tracing the lines of his face slowly. In his sleep, Logan always looked so peaceful. Not in a creepy, corpsey way, or anything like that. He just looked content, relaxed. The worry lines that seemed etched into his forehead disappeared as he slept, his face slack and at ease. Remus hoped, maybe a little selfishly, that Logan slept better with him than he ever had alone. Remus certainly slept better now that he shared a bed with Logan.

Logan’s hair was mused from sleep, something that he would be sure to fix when he woke up. He liked to look presentable and said it often enough for the fact to be drilled into Remus’s skull, which made messing it up again when he got home all the more fun. And Logan let him, too. He laughed lightly as Remus combed a hand through his hair, not swatting him away or discouraging him. Remus was fairly certain Logan liked him messing it up almost as much as he enjoyed doing it.

Hesitantly, Remus let his fingers sink into his boyfriend’s dark hair, stroking softly the way you might pet a kitten you’re intent on keeping in your lap. Logan stirred, groaning softly. Remus hadn’t intended on waking him, but ah well, it was almost time to get up anyhow.

Watching Logan’s nose scrunch up as he combed through his hair, a thought suddenly played through his head:

I want to marry him.

Whoa.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Remus felt the thought dragging him down in a way that most irrational, intrusive thoughts did. For a moment he tried to think of something else, anything else but his mind was simply swimming with thoughts of him and Logan at the alter smiling so wide, kissing one another and crying.

“Mm…Remus?” Logan’s eyes fluttered open. Remus did what he could to shove the thought to the back of his brain (foolish really, he knew better than anyone how little repression worked). “Morning, Dragonfly,” Remus said sleepily with a lopsided smile, continuing to card through his hair. “How’d you sleep?” “Fine,” Logan grunted drowsily, sitting up and rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, “What time is it?”

“Just a little before six thirty,” Remus responded, throwing his arms around Logan again and pulling him back down into the mattress, “Still time to cuddle. Or, something else, if we’re quick.” Logan let out a sigh, pressing his face into the crock of Remus’s neck, his arms and legs wound around him.

“You know there’s no time for that, love. Perhaps later tonight, though…” Logan trailed off, his voice still thick with exhaustion. Remus’s fingers proceeded their movement along Logan’s skull, massaging lightly.

“Promises, promises, Dragonfly,” Remus huffed through a laugh. Silence settles over them like a heavy throw blanket, thick but not uncomfortable. Before Logan, Remus had never really learned how to be quiet, shutting up didn’t seem to be in his nature. He dared to say he was learning. It was painfully domestic, but Remus was always content being in Logan’s presence, even in silence.

“Our anniversary is coming up in two weeks now,” Logan said suddenly, after a long while of quiet.

Remus knew this, of course he did. Even if he’s not usually all that good with remembering dates, he had it written on the calendar highlighted in a million colors, circled, too. He had more than one reminder set on his phone. They’ll have been together a year.

Why did the fact make Remus's heart ache so? it's not as though he was unhappy about it; quite the contrary, he was thrilled to be approaching such a milestone with Logan. But even so, he could feel goosebumps prickling up on his skin.

“Yeah, a year since we nearly fucked in your brother’s backyard.” Even buried in his neck, Remus knows Logan’s making a face.

“We most certainly did not. We merely kissed and…”

“And talked about all the sex we were gonna have back at your place? And then went back to your place, and had all of that aforementioned sex?” Logan sighed.

“Well, yes. But it was more than that…”

“Oh, I know that. Come on, Logan, do you really think that’s not one of my favorite memories?” He could feel Logan’s skin heating up against him slightly. “The first time I got to kiss the love of my life.”

Logan stiffened beneath him. For a moment, Remus racked his brain as to why that might be – only to catch up with the fact that he didn’t recall every referring to Logan as the love of his life before. Those were weighty words, and he’d let em slip. Shit.

“I –,” Remus blurted, only to have his words silenced by Logan’s lips slotted against his own. It was a slow, early-morning kiss, far less passionate than many of their embraces are. But Remus didn’t hesitate his melting into it for a second. Remus sat up, pulling Logan into his lap so that Logan’s legs were wrapped around his middle, his hands dug into his boyfriend’s hair. Logan’s hands settled on Remus’s bare back - Remus insisted on sleeping in the buff - fingers just brushing. The tension that had hung thick in Remus’s mind dissipated, if only for a moment.

“I love you too,” Logan said softly, sincerely, their mouths still so close his breath brushed against Remus’s face, “Very, very much.”

And with that, the alarm began going off. Remus groaned as Logan pulled himself away. He reached out, ever so slightly, only for Logan to shoot him a pointed glare.

“Don’t you dare try and lure me back to bed. I refuse to be late to work because you’re in need of a cuddle.” Remus sighed, accepting his defeat and watched as Logan rose to his feet, arching his back and groaning at the deceive pop his spine made. The sound gave Remus ideas of a torture scene he could write. He'd have to jot that down.

“You’re no fun!” Logan laughed lightly as he took a polo shirt of its hanger in the closet, reaching into the dresser for pants and a tie.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. Go back to bed, Remus, you’re being needlessly grouchy.”

Remus wanted to have the energy to eat breakfast with Logan, to even make him a meal, maybe. But he’d stayed up late writing a new idea for a chapter, late enough that Logan had drug him from his laptop, scolding him all the way to bed. He was tired and working from home allowed him to work out a schedule that allowed sleeping late into the morning, if such a thing could even be called a schedule, really.

He collapsed back against the pillows, pulling the blankets up to his chin.

“Fine. Try not to let any kids set the science lab on fire, okay, Dragonfly?” Remus laughed as Logan let out a strained sigh.

“It was one time, and it wasn’t my fault. I don’t have eyes on the back of my head, for Christ’s sake!”

“Go easy on the troublemakers. They’ve got enough problems as it is.” Remus smiled, watching as Logan adjusted his tie. He would comb his hair when he got in the bathroom, it was still mussed, just the way Remus liked it.

“I already go easy enough on the troublemaker I’ve got at home,” Logan muttered as he bent down to kiss Remus gently. “Goodbye, love. Have a good day, I’ll see you when I get home.”

“See ya, nerd. Go be a good example for those kids, or whatever.” Logan smiled in a healthy mix of fondness and annoyance. Remus liked to think the fondness outweighed the annoyance most of the time. Logan pressed a final kiss to the crown of Remus’s head before walking to the doorway.

“Pleasant dreams. I love you, Remus,” he said softly, closing the door behind him.

“I love you too,” Remus said, even though Logan had already disappeared into the next room.

As Remus lay against the pillows, quickly succumbing to his exhaustion, a thought clung tight to his mind:

I want to marry him.

He doubted it could be chalked up to irrationality, rash though he could be. This desire wasn’t new, not really. He’d felt a similar burn the first time he’d kissed Logan, the first time they’d made love, the first time Logan had said “I love you”, when Logan visited him after the accident, when they moved in together. Like a heat in his belly that grew in intensity every time he was reminded of just how strongly he felt for Logan, Remus was becoming consumed in the flames.

Logan was the love of his life. He’d said it, just moments ago. Remus was happy, deliriously happy. Happier than he’d been in years, and Logan was the cause.

Remus shut his eyes, finally settling into the idea, embracing the desire, at least a little bit. Remus drifted back to slumber, mind buzzing lightly with that pleasant, only slightly mad idea:

Remus wanted to marry Logan.

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#Intrulogical #Romantic intrulogical #First Comes Love #sequel to When is Enough Enough? #human au #fluff #Remus suddenly realizes he wants to marry Logan #oh what fun let's see what happens! #background moceit [will appear in future chapters] #background prinxiety [will appear in future chapters] #my writing #sammy writes #exhaustedfander #exhaustedfander writes #remus sanders #logan sanders