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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 4 months

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Erudite

The ship fics are adorable, however I am also aro as heck and I have a proposition: Aromantic (possibly acespec, idrc whatever you wanna do there that's not the main focus) Logan being absolutely baffled because the other sides are flirting with each other and getting into relationships and flirting with him (not that he picks up on it) and he's just like. What. (long ask, so cut for brevity) - anon

Could you write a fic with aromantic or aro-spec Roman in it? – monkeythefander

*materializes into existence* Hi :D Mayhaps I request some Logince (Logan and Roman) hurt/comfort? Logan has a nightmare and Roman comforts the touch-starved Logan. Logan being a bit overwhelmed by all his emotions. Roman grounding him and giving him all the affection. Maybe some insecure Logan? Random Headcanon: Roman calls Logan "Erudite" as a comforting, loving nickname? Cause Lo is a lil nerd. Do what you will. Have fun :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT!! This has been on my mind for a while Names, as we have learned, are very important to the sides. (this ask is super long so not all of it is here) - anon

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Warnings: mild arophobia

Pairings: background virgil/patton/janus/remus

Word Count: 3123

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles. In the middle of the night, the only solace he can find is with someone who might understand.

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles.

"That's it, come on, now…"

There's a voice. Someone is speaking to him. Is it in his head? No, he would not have used such a phrase for himself at this moment.

"Stay with me, come on, I'm right here, wake up, L."

'L.' Ah. Virgil. Logan blinks again, stirring and wincing at the tug in his limbs as a blurry face swims into view. Virgil smiles at him—at least, he presumes he does, it is difficult to tell without his glasses—and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, there, buddy. You doing okay?"

"Virgil?" He swallows through his dry throat and tries again. "Virgil?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. You were having a nightmare, do you remember?"

His brow furrows as he tries to recall it. No images come to mind—though perhaps that is for the better—but the ache in his limbs coalesces into a strange and heavy soreness that isn't reminiscent of any sort of muscle pain. On instinct, his hand moves toward its center to try and figure out what's going on, but his fingers only scrabble uselessly against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey, hey, uh-uh," Virgil interrupts, taking gentle hold of his wrist and pulling it away, "stay here. You with me?"

"I'm with you. I don't—I don't remember my nightmare, but my chest—my chest hurts."

"You think it's from hyperventilating?"

He shakes his head. "Not that kind of hurt."

Virgil nods, the mattress creaking slightly as he leans back to give Logan his space. "You wanna talk about it at all? You need to be grounded?"

"Can—?" His throat dries up again mid-question. "Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be right back."

The mattress squeaks again as Virgil's weight leaves it, the light to the bathroom and the sound of the sink following shortly. Logan drifts in the strange fuzzy half-dark of his room for several moments more before Virgil reappears with a glass of water. He sits up, carefully, and drinks about half of it.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, bud. You need me to stay for a little longer?"

The soreness hasn't receded, but the prospect of letting Virgil stay makes it…worse. His fingers twist into the blankets. Virgil waits patiently until he sighs and his shoulders drop. "Can you see if Roman's awake, please?"

Surprise flickers across Virgil's expression, but he nods and stands. "If I can, I'll send him up. If not, do you want me to come back?"

"Just to say you couldn't find him, or he isn't awake. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he says softly, but Logan shakes his head. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Virgil sinks out and Logan lets out a breath he hadn't been sure he was holding, putting the glass on his nightstand before his hands can shake too much to spill it. He rubs his chest. The soreness hasn't abated, but the lancing pain atop it has. Despite knowing how ill-advised it is, he finds himself once again trying to remember his nightmare. His fingers worry the creases in his shirt.

A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts.

"Logan? It's Roman, Virgil said you were looking for me?"

"Come in."

Roman opens the door and glances around, spotting him in the bed and smiling. He looks…far too awake for the middle of the night, but at least he's dressed down in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, Specs," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him, "what can I do for you?"

"I—"

Roman's brow furrows when he cuts himself off, taking a small step away from the door. "Can I come over?"

Logan nods and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still a respectful distance away, but close enough to lay a hand encouragingly on Logan's blanket-covered knee. Even through the fabric, the touch grows warm in a rush. Roman's hands are callused, he realizes, from years of swordfights and writing alike. His thumb makes little strokes back and forth, filling the room with the sound of fabric rustling.

"Logan?" Roman smiles when he looks up. "I think I lost you for a moment there."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I'm pretty sure it's my fault." He indicates his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay, then." He pats his knee. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but I can't imagine midnight socializing works its way onto The Schedule, so—"

Logan snorts.

"—if you wouldn't mind telling me a little bit about what's going on in your head right now?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Virgil was here, he…he woke me up. He got me water." Roman nods. "He…asked if I wanted to talk about it."

"And did you?" Roman prompts when he doesn't finish. "Is that when you asked him to get me?"

"Yes."

"Do you…want to talk about it with me?"

His mouth hardens into a thin little line.

"You don't have to," he continues, softer now, "I can just babble on and distract you until you get bored enough to fall back to sleep."

"That's not—" he touches his shirt again— "my chest hurts."

Roman blinks. "Okay. Um, do you want me to have a look at it?"

"…can you?"

"Of course, Specs, can I come a little closer?" Logan nods and Roman scoots up the bed. He briefly mourns the loss of the hand on his knee only for his breath to stutter when Roman's warm hand comes to rest gently on his chest. "Is this alright?"

He nods, not trusting his voice. Roman carefully rubs his hand back and forth, back and forth, in small circles, then bigger circles, then side to side, then down his sternum. A small furrow appears between his brows as he goes. When he's finished, he lays his hand right over Logan's heart and closes his eyes.

A few moments later, he opens them again.

"I can't feel anything wrong," he says, looking up at him, "but it does…I can feel something a little sore. Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's just from the nightmare?"

"I don't even remember what the nightmare was."

"Okay, that's okay." His fingers tap lightly against his chest. "Is—can I keep asking questions?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Does it have anything to do with why you sent Virgil to look for me?"

Logan's quiet for a moment. Roman waits patiently, his fingers still drumming lightly against his chest. "I…it didn't feel right."

"Right?"

"To ask Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He's…they're…"

Roman makes a soft oh sound and scoots the slightest bit closer. "Is it because the others are in a relationship now?"

It had been a long time coming, if the others were to be believed. Patton and Virgil and Janus and Remus—the four of them had recently started to explore the dynamics of a polyamorous romantic relationship and it had been going well. The four of them had been…happier than Logan could remember seeing them.

The thought of it is enough to twinge the ache.

"Hey," comes Roman's gentle voice, "stay here with me?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

Roman carefully pats his chest. "I'm guessing that was it?"

"…yes."

"Do you want to talk about that?"

Logan's mouth thins again. "It's stupid."

"If it's giving you nightmares, Specs, it's not stupid."

"It's not—" his head snaps up to look at Roman, who meets him with such soft and patient understanding that Logan's hand twitches toward his unconsciously— "do you…think that's what it was?"

"You woke up without being able to remember the nightmare except for this ache in your chest," he says, "you didn't feel comfortable letting Virgil comfort you, and you asked specifically for me."

Logan swallows. "Your logic is impeccable."

"Why, thank you."

"Still, it seems like an inappropriate thing to have a nightmare about." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "The people that matter to me have gotten together and are happy about it. How is that supposed to give me a nightmare?"

Roman doesn't say anything, just looking at him expectantly. He sighs.

"I don't know, Roman."

"Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to distract you from it until you can fall back asleep?"

"It'll frustrate me if I don't know why."

"Then let's figure it out."

"But that's hard," Logan mumbles, mostly under his breath. Roman chuckles and strokes his thumb across a wrinkle in his shirt.

"You like hard problems."

"Not when they keep me from sleeping."

"Come on, then, Braniac," Roman encourages, "let's get you thinking."

Logan sighs again, leaning back against the headboard. Roman goes to lift his hand from his chest but without thinking about it, he covers the hand, keeping it there. Roman makes a surprised noise.

"Sorry."

"No, no, it's alright." His hand shifts to get comfortable. "Can I ask why—would it be helpful if I asked you questions to help you think, or do you want to do it on your own?"

"You can ask."

"Thank you. Can I ask why you felt more comfortable asking for help from me than from Virgil?"

"We went over that."

"Say it again for those of us in class that aren't as clever as you."

Logan frowns slightly—Roman is clever. "Virgil has recently entered into a relationship."

"So?"

Logan turns to look at him. "What do you mean, 'so?'"

"What does that have to do with Virgil comforting you?"

"I'm not part of the relationship." Roman gestures for him to keep going. "That should—I'm not one of the people Virgil loves. Yes, yes, I know," he interrupts before Roman can say anything, "Virgil might love me, but he's not in love with me—he does not feel romantic love for me."

"I'm going to keep asking you why this matters, Logan."

"He's not—shouldn't he be doing that for his partners?" Irritation bleeds into his words. "Isn't that how that works?"

"How what works?"

"Romance," Logan spits, only belatedly realizing that Romance is Roman's thing, "as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with someone, they become your one and only priority, or whatever, they're who you're supposed to comfort, to seek comfort from, it doesn't matter what other relationships you might have, or might have worked on for years, as soon as someone gets the label of romantic partner, everything else might as well not exist."

Only after he's finished speaking and he sees Roman's expression does he realize what he's just said.

"…oh."

"You're worried the others won't think about you as much anymore," Roman summarizes with devastating softness, "and that they won't see their time with you or their relationship with you as important, is that right?"

Logan nods, shame bubbling into tears that Roman wipes away with a gentle noise.

"Does it scare you?" He nods again. "Oh, Logan…it's okay, can I hug you?"

Logan barely has time to nod again before Roman's sliding up and wrapping his arms around him and oh, Roman is big and soft and warm and his brain isn't coming up with good words anymore and he doesn't care because Roman's still hugging him and the ache in his chest is glowing and he's all warm and it almost burns and it—and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, Logan," he hears from a great distance, "it's okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm right here."

He decides he's not going to think about anything else. Nothing that isn't the fingers running lightly up and down his back. Nothing that isn't being rocked against a strong chest. Nothing that isn't the soothing murmur of words in his ear.

"I've got you, Logan. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

When he next surfaces out of swimming in the sensation of warm soft comfort Roman safe, he realizes Roman's moved them. He's leaning up against the headboard, Logan balanced halfway across his lap. He looks up from where his head is pillowed against Roman's shoulder. Roman smiles.

"Hey," he calls, running his fingers through his hair, "you feel any better."

"Mhm."

"That's good." He returns to scratching lightly between his shoulders. "If it's any consolation at all, I'm sure the others wouldn't be upset at getting able to comfort you at all. I think they'd miss it, actually, and start passive-aggressively fighting for the chance to do it again."

"That's kind of you."

"I'm serious! Mark my words, they'll be squabbling for the chance before you know it."

Despite himself, he laughs at the mental image of it. Roman's chest rumbles with a laugh of his own. "I don't think I would mind so much," he mumbles, tongue loosened by Roman's warmth, "if I didn't know it wasn't for me."

"If what wasn't for you?"

"That sort of thing." When Roman still looks confused, he sighs. "Romance…all of that. That sort of thing."

"What do you mean, romance isn't for you? Not that it's a problem," he says quickly, "that's your decision and you're welcome to make it, I'm just…curious."

"I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Me too."

"I just mean that—" he stops and looks up. "You're what?"

"I'm aro too, Logan," Roman says, smiling softly and running a finger down his cheek. "What's that look for?"

"You're—you—but you're Romance."

"And Janus is perfectly capable of honesty even though he's Deceit. Just because that's what I represent to Thomas doesn't mean I have to experience romantic attraction." Roman shrugs. "It's not like I'm against it, or for it, it's just…well, like you said. It's not for me."

"But—but—" Logan's still trying to make sense of this image— "but you flirt with the others all the time."

"It's fun."

"It's not fun, it's confusing. I get accused of flirting all the time and I don't even know what I'm doing that counts as flirting."

"Well, they're probably guessing that the way they flirt with you is how you'd flirt back at them."

"But that doesn't—"

He stops again. He furrows his brow. He bolts upright to stare hard at Roman.

"What do you mean, how they flirt with me? They don't flirt with me!"

"Yes, they do," Roman says patiently, "believe me, the only reason I know that is because I walk in on them scheming on how to flirt with you."

"They—you what?"

"Look, just because I'm Thomas's Romance doesn't mean I understand all of it myself."

"Why is this so complicated and confusing," he grumbles, letting Roman chuckle and coax him back into a hug, "why can't everyone just make sense?"

"I don't think they'd be themselves if they made sense 100% of the time."

Logan begrudgingly grumbles an acquiescence, but he doesn't have to like it. Judging by the way Roman laughs again and ruffles his hair, he won't hold it against him.

"You look better," he observes softly, smiling, "do you think you might be able to fall back asleep?"

He toys with the edge of Roman's shirt. Most of the ache is gone, but there's something still lingering that he can't quite figure out how to dissipate. "I don't—alright, this next part is going to sound stupid."

"Great. I love stupid-sounding things."

"They have…they're going to have secrets now. And I…I don't…" He sighs. "Do you remember when Patton told Thomas my name?"

Roman nods. Logan rubs the hem of his shirt between his fingers. After a moment, Roman hums. "They shared something private of yours, and now you don't know how to feel that they know everything about you and you won't be able to reciprocate?"

"When did you get so perceptive?"

Roman just chuckles. "I am sorry about the name thing, I don't—"

"It's fine. It was going to happen at some point."

"Still, Logan, you should've gotten to do that on your terms." Roman drums his fingers against the small of his back. "What if…what if we did it over?"

"Did what over?"

"What if you had a name—or something, that was just a private one? And then you could keep it, it could be your secret, and you could decide how you want to tell them about it, if you ever do?"

Heat begins to color his cheeks. "Like—like a pet name?"

Roman looks down. "If you wanted?"

"Okay."

"If you're not comfortable—"

"If it's you," Logan butts in, "only if it's you."

Roman pauses, looking at him, before a soft smile spreads across his face. "Okay. I'm okay with that. Do you have anything in mind?"

"You're Creativity," Logan mumbles, trying to hide his blush in Roman's stomach, "you think of one."

Roman tugs lightly on his hair in retribution but settles, humming as his fingers card along his scalp. Logan finds himself drifting off under the gentle touch, roused here and there by Roman trying out different names. Starlight is too close to his nickname for Virgil, all the generic ones are taken because the others might use them, anything to do with Logic is too impersonal…

"Erudite."

Logan stirs. He looks up. Roman cups his cheek and strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.

"Erudite," he says again, voice gentle and tender, "what about that?"

A lump appears in Logan's throat.

"Is that okay, Erudite?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, it's okay, Erudite, come here…you fall asleep for me now," Roman coos, cuddling a sleepy, weepy Logan to his chest, "shh, Erudite, it's okay…it's okay, let's try and sleep now…"

The ache in his chest fades away as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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shsl-fander · 9 months

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Freckles On Your Back- Logince

Pairing: Logan/Roman

Word Count: 890

Summary: Roman's always creatively inspired by all the freckles scattered on Logan's back, so Logan lets him draw on them.

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Roman blinked, finding himself staring at Logan from the bed as Logan gazed at himself in the mirror. He watched the other fiddle with his shirt buttons and Roman couldn't help but swoon, admiring his boyfriend.

Logan gently slipped off his button up, hanging his tie up on a rack, his eyes flickered toward the bed, where Roman sat, eyes glued to him.

Logan sighed, "Roman, you're staring at me."

Roman scoffed, "I would never do such things, nerd!" he insists, crossing his arms. "Can't a prince just look in the general direction of his gorgeous boyfriend taking his shirt off?" he cooed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Logan rolled his eyes, snickering softly, "You're impossible," he mumbled, gently folding his button up before placing it down. "I don't understand the point in just staring at my back," he comments.

Roman felt a light smile tug at the corners of his lips, "Because you have a bunch of freckles on your back," he began, pink blush highlighting his cheeks,"And as an artist I can't help but imagine drawing something on them, connecting them. Or making little constellations, little nerd constellations."

He plopped himself up, pouncing off the bed and walking towards Logan before he snaked his arms around his waist. Roman rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, grinning wide. "You've got some on your face too, and chest," he hums, pointing towards the freckles scattered on Logan's nose.

Logan felt his face warm, especially as Roman's arms rested around his waist. His glasses began to fog, and he stammered. "You said you wanted to draw on me?" he repeats,"Why?"

Roman placed a gentle kiss onto Logan's cheek, smiling against his skin,"Like I said before, Specs! I'm an artist!" he declares,"I can't control my creative flow, it just happens! Its magical, and seeing all your freckles makes me want to draw on your back."

Logan bit his tounge, attempting to hold back the beaming smile threatening to peak out. Roman was right of course, Logan didn't understand Roman's creative urges but that didn't mean they weren't extremely endearing, because they were. Logan could learn so much from Roman, given how different he was to him, it was fascinating.

"Would you like to?" Logan offers, "As long as you use a skin safe pen I do not mind endulging in your wants."

Roman's face lit up, eyes glimmering with joy, "Oh my stars seriously?!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh my gosh peck Nerd, you're actually the best person EVER!" he yelped, running towards his art supplies in search for a skin safe pen.

"Aha!" Roman chirped, pulling a thin black pen out from it's box. He spun around on the balls of his feet, snickering, "Lay down Specs, I'm not gonna just draw on you while you're standing."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle softly, "My apologise Roman, I didn't know the proper procedure in drawing on my back," he teases. He laid down on his stomach, relaxing his muscles when Roman climbed next to him.

Roman hummed contently, sketching little drawings along Logan's skin before he began to connect each dot together. "Hey Lo this is actually kinda right up your alley," he comments.

Logan quirked his lips, raising an eyebrow, "How so?"he asks as he felt roman place his hand near his shoulder.

"They look like constellations! You love Space!" Roman replies cheerfully with a scoff, "Obviously!Use that brain of yours, geek."

Logan spluttered into laughter, shaking his head. "Darling, am I a geek or a nerd? You need to make a decision," he scolds lightly.

Roman waved him off, "I'll make a decision later! I'm focusing," he says dismissively, scrunching up his nose and biting his lip. Roman gently ran his hands along Logan's back,"You're so pretty Logan," he muttered.

Logan stammered, a flustered expression spread across his face. He spun his head in an attempt to face Roman but in his current position it was nearly impossible. "You can't even see my face right now," he countered.

"You're still beautiful though, Specs," Roman cooes as he continued to run the pen along his freckles. "I love you, I love having you be my muse!"

Logan couldn't help but smile, his lips quickly twitching upwards. "I love you too Roman, and I'll happily be your muse. Though I don't quite understand it," he admits. Logan paused, "May I turn around now?"

Roman hummed,"Mmm yeah I guess, I think I'm done," he supposed, propping himself up to move from on top of Logan, but he felt Logan grab onto his wrist.

"No, stay there," Logan says, flipping himself over so he properly face Roman, putting them into the position where Roman had Logan pinned down underneath him.

Logan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to Roman's lips, feeling their warm plump give that he loved. He felt himself push down into the sheets beneath them as Roman deepened the kiss, sliding Logan's bottom lip between his own.

Roman softly carded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, smiling into the kiss. He reluctantly pulled away, his throat burning for air. He burried his face into the crook of Logan's neck, relaxing as Logan's arms winded around him. "You're the best muse I've ever had."

"I highly doubt that, but thank you Dear."

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monkeythefander · 3 months

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Logince Headcannons 💙❤️

Since it’s Logince week and I don’t have any art or fanfic ideas I thought I could at least write some headcannons for my fellow Logince fans. Two of the headcannons mention stars and adventures though, which are prompts for Logince week this year so I’ll mention the tumblr blog here. @loginceweek2024

Content warnings: mention of possibly getting hurt (no injuries happen though), mention of fighting/battling, food mention (specifically Crofters jam).

Click below the cut to read the headcannons.

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- Roman has a library in the imagination, where he has set up a little reading corner for Logan to go to whenever he needs a break from helping Thomas.

- Roman and Logan like to write and read poetry for each other.

- For their first date, Roman took Logan out to the imagination to look at the stars and the moon. It was a full moon that night and the stars were very bright. Logan was so happy with the date that he gave Roman a kiss. This was their first kiss. Roman was at first very flustered by this, not expecting Logan to initiate affection. Then the creative side was a bit upset that he wasn’t the one to initiate the first kiss, since he’s the romantic side. But Roman quickly forgot about being upset when he saw Logan was smiling lovingly at him.

- After they started dating, Logan began joining Roman on his adventures in the imagination. Logan joins because he likes seeing how happy Roman looks whenever he manages to complete a quest or defeat an enemy. Logan also comes along to make sure Roman stays safe. The logical side brings a first aid kit, so he’s prepared if Roman were to get hurt.

- For their first anniversary gift, Roman gets Logan a tie with little crowns on it. The princely side says it so Logan will always have something to remind him of Roman, even when they’re apart. Logan gives Roman a necklace, that’s a heart shaped locket. Inside the locket is a picture of the two of them. Logan says that he remembered Roman mentioning how he found lockets to be sweet gifts to give to loved ones, so the logical side wanted to get one for Roman. Both boyfriends love their gifts and wear them whenever they can/feel comfortable doing so. Roman wears his locket all the time, while Logan wears the tie whenever they go on dates.

- After they started dating, Logan revealed to Roman his hidden supply of Crofters jam. The logical side loves the jam so much he keeps it hidden so the other sides can’t eat it all. But since he knows Roman loves the jam as much as he does, Logan now wants to share it with his boyfriend. Logan also trusts Roman to not eat it all. The creative side is happy that his boyfriend trusts him with the Crofters, and promises to keep the jam supply a secret from the other sides.

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End notes: Thanks for reading! As always, if you like any of these headcannons and want to make fanart or a fanfic based on them, you can do so. You just have to ask me first, and then credit and tag me in the post so I can see it.

-Monkey💜 (1/21/24)

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lily-janus · 1 year

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Why Would You Be Interested In Someone Like Me?

Summary: Logan and Roman want to ask each other out, but neither thinks the other would be interested...

Pairing: pre-romantic Logince

Warnings: kissing, insecurities, low self esteem.

Word count: 4,215

For @loginceweek2023 day 1 - Insecurity

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The minute Logan walked inside the school building he noticed something was different. The place seemed emptier than it usually is before classes start… or so he thought until he heard excited murmurs and saw up ahead a big group of students huddling in front of the announcement board.

Logan sighed, knowing what this was about now. It's the end of December, meaning New Years is coming up this weekend… and, of course, the school hosted a party to celebrate. Not only that, but as if to make matters more stressful, there's a dancing competition too that everyone suddenly became so obsessed with winning at, that they stopped talking about anything else!

It was truly exhausting each year… for Logan, at least, everyone else always seemed perfectly happy and excited. Everyone, including-

"Specs! There you are!" Before Logan even had time to replay, Roman tugged his arm until they were both in the middle of all the huddled students. He tugged him along until they,, at last reached the front and he saw the poster featuring this year's theme. "Look! This year's theme is royalty!" Roman gestured excitedly to the poster.

Logan scoffed. "Yes, I can see that Roman." He pushed up his glasses, reading it over.

Logan failed to see why Roman was showing him this, since he knows full well Logan almost never showed up to these kinds of things and his deep dislike of such events. But Roman needed an audience for his excitement, he supposes.

"Oh, this is going to be so fun! I already have the perfect outfit in mind and I'm totally going to win this year! I can just feel it!" Roman grinned, hoping in place as the crowd of students slowly disbanded, leaving only Logan and Roman.

"Yes, well, you're not going to win anything if you're late to class… again, so I suggest we'll start making our way there." Logan pointed out, turning around and starting to walk to their classroom, expecting Roman to follow.

"C'mon, Teach, I know it's not your favorite thing but you have to be at least a little excited about this dance," Roman said as he fell into step next to him.

Logan gave him a pointed look, making Roman roll his eyes. "Right, mister top-student has more important things to occupy his mind than a silly dance," Roman said mockingly.

"I know you're mocking me, but yes, I do." Logan agreed.

Roman groaned in the exaggerated way of his. "How can you make even mocking you boring?"

Logan gave him a tiny, teasing smile at that. "Years of practice."

The day passed on in an unusual slowness, everyone once again starting to obsess over what they were going to wear and who they were going to invite, he was honestly starting to get a serious headache. It didn't help that he was best friends with the number one fan of these kinds of things.

"So this is the first outfit that I thought of…" Roman said, showing him a picture on his phone of a fancy king costume, complete with a ridiculously huge crown. "But after a while, I started thinking if this might be better…" he swiped to a picture of a prince costume, much tamer than the previous one but no less fancy for it, a white and gold dress shirt with a red sash going from the right shoulder to the left side of the waist and a black pair of pants. And, of course, a tiara.

Logan could already see Roman in that outfit, it suited his usual mannerisms perfectly… for some reason that mental image made him feel a tad bit warmer-

"So what do you think? Which should I choose?" Roman was looking at him expectantly.

Logan looked away, feeling a little flushed. "I think the second suits you more um… excuse me for a moment.." he got up from where he was sitting opposite Roman in the cafeteria and walked quickly towards the bathroom.

It seemed to happen more and more often recently, Roman and him would hang out like they did countless times before… and then, suddenly, Logan would start feeling… strange. It was highly confusing and Logan always found some kind of an excuse to run off and compose himself, but he has to admit it had gotten harder to avoid these strange emotions as time went on… but he didn't know what else to do!

Finally, the school day came to a close and he and Roman departed, each going to their house. Logan had decided at last on what to do regarding his… feelings, he shall ask for advice from his older brother, he has always been more capable of navigating these kinds of social interactions.

"Well, if it isn't my dear brother." His brother smirked at him when he entered.

"Janus, enjoying winter break I see," Logan said, hanging his coat and stepping out of his muddy shoes before stepping from the doorway and into the house, shuddering slightly as the warmth enveloped him.

"Quite indeed, how was school? I know you simply adore this time of year." Janus teased as he looked at him from where he was sitting on the couch, watching Netflix.

Logan sighed tiredly. "It was… tiresome, as always…" even more so than usual…

Janus frowned slightly, pausing whatever he was watching to give him his full attention. "What's on your mind, Lo?"

It was incredibly frustrating how easily Janus could read people, Logan especially. Most people consistently told Logan how stoic and unexpressive he was and so it always baffled him how Janus sees through him with ease.

Logan hesitated, true, it was his original plan to ask Janus for advice… but now… he didn't know what to say, a rare occurrence for him.

Janus' smirk widened at his hesitation. "Wait a second… Are you embarrassed? Oh, now I gotta hear it!"

Logan took a deep breath. "It's… about Roman…" he started hesitantly. "I've… just been feeling… strange, around him lately." He flushed slightly.

Janus' eyes widened in sudden realization. "Oh my-"

"You know what? Forget I said anything, this was a bad idea and I should just shove these feelings down and hope they'll go away." Logan suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed and wanted to hide in his room, but Janus stopped him, clearly trying to hide his smile.

"Wait, wait, sorry, I'll be serious now. It just… took me by surprise." Janus gently guided him to sit next to him.

"You and me both…" Logan muttered under his breath.

"So, you have a crush on Roman," Janus said after a beat of silence.

Logan sputtered. "I… what? That's… that's not what I said! The mere suggestion is ridiculous!" He protested.

Janus rolled his eyes. "You're right, of course, how silly of me."

"Incredibly silly." Logan agreed, still flustered by Janus' statement.

"So, what, pre-tell, are these mysterious feelings you've been having around your best friend?" Janus asked with a sarcastic tinge.

"Well… I would suddenly start to feel… warmer than I was, mainly in my cheeks, and my heartbeat would increase like it does when I'm nervous but… we've been friends for years, why would I be nervous around him?" Logan wondered aloud.

Janus let out a deep sigh. "I sometimes forget how oblivious you are, are you even hearing yourself?"

Logan frowned, was he missing something? "What are you-"

Rising body temperature, increased heart rate… oh no…

"I have a crush on my best friend." Logan suddenly realized. "Janus, I have a crush on my best friend," he said again with a panic. He shook his head. "No, no, no. This is bad, this is worse than I thought! What am I supposed to do?!"

Janus chuckled, grabbing him by his shoulders. "I suggest you'll calm down first."

Logan nodded taking deep breaths. "Yeah, you're right, no reason to freak out, I know what to do now."

Janus nodded.

"Ask him to the dance."

"Avoid him until it goes away."

They stared at each other. "Wait, what?" They said together again.

"Ask him to the dance? Have you figuratively lost your mind?!" Logan sputtered at the mere thought… He and Roman, dressed like royalty… dancing. His cheeks warmed again.

"Yes, because avoiding him forever is very realistic. But if you want to take the cowardly way, be my guest." Janus rolled his eyes, waving his arm in a dismissive gesture.

Logan sighed, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. "Maybe you're right but… asking him to the dance? You know I don't fare well in these kinds of social events…"

Janus gave him a small smile. "But you do want to go with Roman, don't you? It's worth a shot."

Logan nodded, considering. "Okay, yeah, maybe I do but…"

Janus raised an eyebrow. "But?"

"But what if he says no? Or worse, says yes? He's… well he's not just my best friend, he's my only friend… I don't even know why he hangs out with me half the time. He could go with anyone he wants… why would that be me of all people?" Logan rubbed the back of his hand furiously as he voiced his concerns.

Janus took his hands, squeezing them reassuringly. "He hangs out with you because he likes you, Logan, you'll never know if you don't try. If he says yes, great, you'll have a fun evening of dancing together. And if he says no, it may take a while but you'll go back to being friends in the end."

Logan thought this over, this is all very new to him, and he's scared of messing things up with Roman and ending up alone… but, Janus was right, he'll never know if he won't ask.

After a few more minutes of consideration, Logan nodded. "Can't believe I'm saying this but… I'm going to ask Roman to the dance… not scary at all…"

Janus chuckled again, patting his back encouragingly. "That's the spirit! And if he breaks your heart, I already have an incredibly tall staircase to nudge him off of." He winked and got up from the couch. "Go get him, tiger." And with that, he walked to his room.

"My name's Logan…" he said, but Janus was already gone.

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"Remus, stop it, I'm not going to ask him," Roman said for what felt like the millionth time as he was making adjustments to his outfit. He reached his hand beside him, "gold thread."

Remus handed it to him as he groaned. "But why? You've been mooning over him for years!"

"Because, Remus, he made it very clear he hates this dance and I don't want to pressure him to go, red thread." Remus put it in his waiting palm. "I can ask him out when this blows over."

"Really? Then why didn't you do it yet huh? You're just a big coward is what you are." Remus huffed.

Roman dropped his needle and turned around to face his twin. "I'm not a coward, I'm a romantic, I'm waiting for the right moment-"

"Which is now!" Remus argued, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation. "Maybe he hates this dance so much because no one ever asked him! Did you think about that?"

Roman huffed. "Yeah, like Logan, of all people will care if he gets asked or not, just stay out of my love life okay? I can handle myself."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Trust me, I'm dying to, but it's kind of hard when you fucking don't stop talking about him! Just ask the damn guy out! It's not that complicated!"

"Trust me, now is not the time to ask Logan out, he's always in a bad mood this time of year with Christmas and New Years and the school dance, I just don't wanna add to his plate-"

"Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses. You always find a reason why 'it's not the time' just man up and ask him already! I don't understand why you keep avoiding this!" Remus cut him off. "You know what? I don't care! Ask him, don't ask him, throw him off a cliff for all I know! Just stop whining about him like a little bitch!"

And with that, Remus left his room, slamming the door behind him.

Roman looked over at his outfit. He imagined what Logan would have chosen to wear if they went together. Probably something tame and serious, maybe a suit that'll hug his frame tightly-

He shook his head, it's not going to happen since they're not going together. Even if he'll ask and Logan will agree, he won't have fun there… it's just not Logan's style.

Remus was right though, he was kinda… maybe, avoiding this. But can you blame him? It's Logan for heaven's sake! Sure they've been friends since practically day one but why would serious, confident, smart Logan ever go out with someone as insecure and um… expressive as him?

Roman is pretty sure he'll say no, and then what? The chances of them staying friends after that are pretty low…

But what if he says yes?

He fantasized about this scenario plenty, of course, but he just doesn't see it happening in reality. So…. He's just been avoiding the topic.

Besides, Logan has been acting… strange, lately. Running off at random times with a rushed excuse… not meeting Roman's eyes… he fears maybe he doesn't want them to be friends anymore, maybe he finally had enough of Roman's theatrics and just doesn't know how to tell him that…

Roman sighs, folding his outfit carefully and putting it in his closet. He can't wait to go to this dance and forget about all this for a while, maybe he'll even win the contest!

But, as his mother called him and Remus down for dinner, he couldn't help but wonder what it'll be like with Logan… rather than without…

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The following morning, Logan was walking to school.

That alone was far than unusual since he did that each weekday morning since first grade, the things that raced through his mind as he walked though… now those were highly unusual if not down right delusional.

Was he really going to do it? Ask Roman Prince out for the school dance everyone knows he hates? What was he thinking? He must be going insane, it's the only logical explanation as to why he's considering this…

And yet… and yet he can't help but get nervously excited at the prospect. The idea of him agreeing and them going together made Logan feel… warm, was the only way he can describe it, inside.

If he doesn't however…

He shook his head, just as he stepped into the hallway, there's no use dwelling on that… he'll just um 'shoot his shot' as they say and see what happens, afterwards he'll figure out how to deal with the outcome.

Logan nodded to himself, mind decided-

Until he saw Roman.

At the sight of his best friend, and apparently his major crush at the moment, all thought fled from his mind and he just stared for a long, embarrassing moment.

Luckily, Roman's back was to him so he hadn't noticed Logan yet.

He can't do this.

Logan suddenly realized as Roman finally turned to him and smiled, waving at him.

Logan forced himself to smile back, walking over to him to greet him.

"Good morning, Teach!" Roman grinned at him with his dashing smile.

Logan nodded at him. "Morning, Roman, how are you today?" He asked as they started walking.

"I'm super! Getting ready to rock this dance! How about you, Lo?" Roman answered excitedly.

At the mention of the school dance, Logan's stomach churned.

Ask him.

Said a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his older brother. Logan took a deep breath, looking around at the bustling hallway.

Here? In the middle of this huge crowd?

Logan shook the thought away. No, not now, he'll wait until they're both alone.

"...Specs?"

Logan snapped back from his pondering to find a concerned Roman looking at him expectantly. He blinked. "Yes, Roman?"

Roman frowned at him. "Are you okay? You're acting… strange. Are you sick or something? How many times do I have to tell you, the world won't end if you miss a few days of school to get better!" He stopped walking, looking Logan up and down.

"I'm not sick, Roman." Was all he said in response.

"Then what is it? You're starting to worry me…"

Just say the words, it's not that hard!

Logan swallowed. "I um… I was just wondering if you… I mean, if you wanted to um…" he fumbled with his words, getting increasingly more flustered.

"Logan, it's okay, whatever it is you can tell me!" Roman reassured him. Of course he did, he was always sweet like that.

Logan still hesitated, playing with the sleeves of his shirt as he was trying to find the courage to ask him.

Suddenly, Roman turned and walked to a nearby classroom, checking to see if it was empty, then motioning Logan to step inside. Closing the door behind him.

"Okay, just us now, what's wrong?" Roman asked again.

This is it…

Logan took a deep breath, stealing his nerves. "Roman, I wanted to ask you if…" he closed his eyes, irrationally unable to look Roman in the eyes. "Would you want to go to the dance… with me?" He finally managed to say, opening his eyes slowly.

There was a long moment of silence as Roman processed the question. He blinked in surprise. "Wait… what?"

Logan sighed. "Stupid idea, I know, forget I said anything-"

Roman takes his hand, grinning. "Yes! Yes, of course I want to go with you! I just thought you didn't like this dance." He explained.

A wave of relief washed over Logan and he smiled, lacing his fingers with Roman, his palm was so warm. "Well I'm certainly not a fan but… I feel like I won't mind it as much with you…"

Suddenly Roman pulled at their joined hands until their foreheads touched, his warm breath fanning over Logan's face. "I wanted to ask you out for so long I just… didn't know how." He said softly.

Logan flushed at their proximity and Roman's words, eyes drawn to his lips. "Really? I didn't think you'd be interested in someone like me…"

Roman chuckled at that. "Funny… I thought the same thing…" He looked down, taking a step back but keeping their hands together.

Logan took a moment to process that. "Wait… you thought I won't be interested in you? I'm pretty sure everyone in school is, how can they not?" Logan said, blant as always.

Roman looked up, blushing deeply. "I… I don't know… you're so smart and confident and perfect and I'm… not…" he shrugged.

Logan couldn't believe what he's hearing, of course he knew Roman was more insecure than he lets on but this? This is absurd!

He squeezed their joined hands. "Roman, you're my best and only friend. Sure we're very different but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy being with you. You're smart in your own way, you're sweet and caring and charming and of course I would be interested in you, I don't understand why you think I wouldn't but-"

And, before Logan knew it, they were kissing, sweet and gentle. Logan felt himself melting at the intimate touch, for once losing touch with reality as the sensations overwrote his senses.

They broke apart to catch their breaths, looking at each other, both of them flushed.

"So ah… dance?" Roman asked hopefully with a shy smile.

Logan shook his head, chuckling. "Yes Roman, dance." He clarified.

Roman gave him a sly smile that turned Logan's blush a deeper red. "Do you have an outfit in mind?"

Logan's eyes widened. "Oh no, please not-"

"Makeover time!" Roman declared with a flourish. "Come to my place after school and I'll fix you up in no time! Now come on, classes are about to start!" With a spring in his step, he led them out of the empty room and towards their first class of the day.

"Maybe the dance wasn't the best idea…" Logan said, but Roman just laughed.

"Too late! Get ready, nerd, you're about to become a 'fancy nerd' !" He accompanied the last phrase with jazz hands.

Logan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile at Roman's… Roman-ness.

Him and Roman… going to the dance… together… this is really happening huh?

Yes. Yes, it was happening.

The rest of the days following their first kiss should probably have been a clue that this was indeed very much real and not some elaborate dream, but it was still hard to believe even with all the hard evidence.

After Logan finally worked the courage to ask Roman out, things moved rather quickly. That day after school he went with Roman to his house and they spent hours trying on different outfits and styles on Logan, trying to find something that'll fit Logan and the dance theme.

They finally settled on a royal blue coat with golden buttons with a white dress shirt underneath and matching blue dress pants. Complete with a gentle tiara with blue fake gems and-

"No." Logan said when he saw what Roman held up for him.

Roman pouted. "What's a king without his cape?" He said. "C'mon, the outfit's not the same without the finishing touch!" He wiggled the cape enticingly at him.

Logan rolled his eyes. "I feel ridiculous enough already, thank you."

Roman bit his lip, looking Logan up and down once again, he did that so many times even Logan stopped counting. "Ridiculous is not how I'll describe it."

Logan flushed but still shook his head. "No capes."

Roman whistled. "Gee Teach, pulling out the Pixar references. Have it your way then." He finally relented, putting the dark blue cape aside. "I think we found your look regardless."

Logan nodded, going to the bathroom to change to his normal clothes and go back to his house.

As he was heading out, Roman suddenly planted a brief kiss to his cheek. He pulled away and grinned. "See you tomorrow!"

A little stunned, Logan just nodded and walked outside.

Before Logan knew it, the day of the dance came.

"C'mon, let me see you, your highness"

Logan heard Janus' teasing tone from the other side of the door. Why was he doing this again? He wondered as he looked at himself in the mirror once more.

He felt utterly ridiculous and uncomfortable in the stiff outfit and his cheeks burned as he imagined Janus' reaction to seeing him in this.

"I… think I might be getting sick, it's flu season after all… maybe I should-"

"Nice try, Logan, you're not getting out of this that easy." Janus cut him off.

Logan sighed. "Fine, just promise you won't laugh?"

He heard his older brother chuckle. "I make no promises, but it's either that or be late to your precious date…" Janus pointed out.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, he was right, damn him but he was right.

He took a deep breath, then twisted the door handle and walked outside. He barely blinked before he heard the click of a camera and saw Janus with his phone at the ready.

"Perfect." Janus smirked at him, taking a few more shots of him.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Great, you got your blackmail material, can I go now?"

Janus chuckled again, doing a mock bow. "Be on your way, your royal highness."

Logan huffed. "You're impossible." He muttered as he walked past him and out the door.

"Love you too, Lo!" He heard him call after him.

A short walk later, and he's at the school dance, looking around for Roman nervously. He could feel everyone's eyes on him and knows what they're most likely thinking:

Logan Sanders, top student and hater for all non-serious things, attending the dance with the most ridiculous outfit in existence…

A hand on his shoulder makes him jump and turn around sharply, only to freeze on the spot at the sight that greeted him, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Roman chuckles at Logan' jump, eyeing him up and down appreciatively… and looking like a prince straight out of a fairytale book. With his dashing smile, the white dress shirt laces delicately with gold and red threads, a red sash going across it from the left shoulder to the right side of his waist and a pair of black dress pants that hug his frame snugly.

Logan swallows as Roman smirks at his staring, biting his lip. "What? This ol' thing?" He indicated his outfit. "I just threw it on me at the last minute."

"I… um… You look… Adequate." He finally managed to say.

Roman raised an eyebrow playfully. "Just 'adequate'? That blush says otherwise."

Logan flushes darker at that, looking away from Roman's gorgeous green eyes.

Roman chuckles, hooking his hand in Logan's. "You're too cute for your own good, care for a dance?" And with that, he was pulled to the dance floor.

To Logan's surprise, the night went… really well, and he actually managed to have fun even with his awkwardness and everything.

Being here, with Roman, just felt… right.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #janus and remus are done with roman and logan's pinning lol #pre romantic logince #logince #loginceweek2023 #day 1 - insecurity #Lily writes #this came out way longer than intended heh #hope you all will like it #cw kissing #tw low self esteem

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 1 year

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Day 2: Birthday/Surprise

For @moxiety-week

Word Count: 825

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Moxiety 💙💜 implied Logince and Dukeceit

Warnings: mildly suggestive flirting, a generous amount of Pokémon puns

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Patton told Roman that he shouldn’t be the one to keep Virgil away from his surprise party, he told him that he was no good at keeping secrets and that Virgil would see right through him in two seconds flat, but Roman had insisted. Roman and logan couldn’t do it because they had to set up the party — Roman in charge of the festive stuff and Logan in charge of the logistical stuff; Remus couldn’t do it because he would either tell Virgil about the party without trying to hide it, or skip the party entirely for shits and giggles; Janus couldn’t do it because Virgil would accuse him of trying to kidnap him as soon as Janus tried to get him to go to the party; Remy couldn’t do it because he would get Virgil too jacked up on caffeine; and Emile couldn’t do it because he wouldn’t get off work until right before the party.

Besides, Patton was Virgil’s boyfriend, it would look weird if Patton was avoiding him on his birthday.

So far keeping Virgil out of their apartment was going pretty smoothly, he’d put up a little bit of a fuss when Patton had begged to go to the mall, but he’d given in once he was assured that they’d go to Hot Topic. Normally, Patton would just follow Virgil around the store and let him look at things at his leisure, but today he pointed out every little thing he saw in the hopes of keeping them in the store longer.

“Oh! Look at this!” Patton said, grabbing a Poké ball necklace off the wall and showing it to Virgil. He pressed a small button and the Poké ball snapped open, revealing a small pikachu inside. “It’s a pika-boo!”

Virgil smirked at the joke. “That was bad, Pat.”

“You’re right, I should have just kept my meowth shut!”

That elicited a snort.

“Are you a-mew-sed?” Patton grinned. “Did my pun tickle your cubone?”

“Call me cubone cuz I want to c u bone,” Virgil whispered just loud enough for Patton to hear him.

Patton was struck dumb by the pun as he felt his face heat up.

Flirting? With puns? As if he couldn’t love Virgil more.

Virgil, shifting uncomfortably in the ever-expanding silence, opened his mouth to apologize, but Patton cut him off.

“Are you a ninetales? Because you’re hot and foxy.”

Both of them lost it at that, giggling up a storm in the middle of the Hot Topic.

“Pat, why?” Virgil wheezed, tears streaming down his face.

“Wynaut?” Patton giggled, setting Virgil off again.

It was a while before they left the Hot Topic.

“What should we do now?” Patton asked once they were back in the busy walkway of the mall. He had a few more hours before the others would be ready for him to bring Virgil back, he would have to fill the time doing more birthday activities with Virgil.

“I kinda just want to go home,” Virgil shrugged. “Maybe cuddle for a few hours.”

Literally any other time, Patton would love nothing more than to cuddle with Virgil in their home, but today he had a job to do.

“We’re already out,” he insisted. “We should do things!”

“Like?” Virgil asked expectantly, the faintest traces of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Like… like… get lunch! We should get lunch! At that Thai place you like!”

“We could just get takeout,” Virgil pointed out. “Eat it at home in front of the tv.”

“But then it’s not special!” Patton pouted, hoping that would be enough to convince his boyfriend to stay out a while longer.

“Well, what if,” Virgil started, a smirk that Patton did not trust creeping across his face. “What if we get takeout and go to Ro and Lo’s? We haven’t hung out all four of us in weeks!”

“Well, um…” Patton floundered. “They’re– uh, they’re busy today.”

“They are?”

“Y-yeah, Logan has that thing today. That, uh, engineering thing.”

“Oh, right,” Virgil laughed. “‘That engineering thing’. Maybe we should see what Remus and Janus are doing then.”

Patton opened his mouth to stutter through another excuse when he noticed the twinkle in Virgil’s eyes.

“You’re messing with me!” He accused, pouting.

“Maybe a little bit,” Virgil chuckled. “I couldn’t help it, you’re cute when you’re trying to be sneaky.”

Patton pouted even more. “I thought I was doing a good job at distracting you.”

“You were,” Virgil assured him, kissing his pout away. “But I saw the texts on Princey’s phone when I was over there last weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll still act surprised when we get to the party.”

“You promise it wasn’t me who gave it away?”

“I promise. Now, if I'm not mistaken, someone promised me Thai food, and I’m guessing we’ve got a few more hours to fill.”

“Anything for the birthday boy!” Patton grinned, dragging Virgil out towards the Thai place.

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@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

#Moxiety week 2022 #Moxiety week #Moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #logince #dukeceit #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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edupunkn00b · 9 months

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5 and 13 from the little ask question thingy? I'm curious :3

Thank you so much for the ask!! :D (post, for the curious)

#5 A Story Idea I've Had But Will Never Write

I hesitate to say never write, but I have some very tragic ideas about the Happily Ever After Universe. There is one where Joy, Remus, and Janus are the only survivors of the extended family after a major apocalypse. I've actually written a bit of it (it's eight-year-old Joy's POV and she can't figure out why only Uncle Remus can see and hear Uncle Lo, or why Papa cried when Uncle Remus shaved his mustache.)

Writing is how I get the ideas out of my head so they stop haunting me.

#13 How Much Planning Do I Do Before Writing?

The most planning I did was for Side by Side in the Mindscape which culminated in my Do Us Any Harm 2021 Big Bang and the conclusion, A Little Bit of Love. It incorporated Shackled and Curiosity Freed plus Analogical Week stories, The Serpent and His Muse (Dukeceit Week), Servatis a Curiositas (Loceit Week), and Overture, written for @tsspromptmonth's May Flowers event.

It's my most complicated universe and one of my only canonverse stories.

This varies immensely. A lot of stories just start flowing out, but I will write outlines for Big Bang stories (mainly so I have something to give the artist as I'm still writing.) I typically plan out the theme of the chapters and name them ahead of time.

I almost always have the ending in mind and then I write toward that, but exactly how we get there (the early Intruloceit in Overruled was a surprise) can change as I write.

For the stories that are based on prompts for events like Revisions (New Year, Old Tropes), Matchr (Intrulogical Week 2021), Variation on a Sin (Seven Deadly Sins Intrulogical Week 2022), Beside Me (Dukexiety Week 2021), Dee (Anxceit Week 2021), Overruled (Loceit Week 2023), I plan the major events by chapter and then just write.

I had that same plan for The Uses of Adversity (originally planned as a seven-chapter Logince Week 2022 story but Roman and Logan had other ideas and pushed it to 21 chapters over a year and a half.)

#so many stories #Ask Game #intrulogical #intruloceit #dukeceit #demus #roceit

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werewroammin · 1 year

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Solar Eclipse

Chapter Three: The Eye of the Beholder

im reposting this chapter because the first time i tried to post it it glitched out and im going insane over it jshdjfjfk

Summary: In a drunken stupor, Janus confesses to Patton that he's in love with both Roman and Logan. When things spiral out of control from there, how will he keep his feelings in check?

Characters: Janus: Patton, Roman, Logan

Pairing(s): endgame roloceit, current logince and focus on janus’s feelings for logan and roman

Warnings: some light crying but i think that’s it, lemme know if i missed something!

Word count: 1,661

Janus was the first to excuse himself from breakfast, trying very hard to hold it together until he was alone. Once he made it to his room, he locked the door and disabled the ability to rise up or appear. He didn't need to be checked on, he needed to be alone.

He wasn't one to cry when he was upset, but he wasn't sure what else to do in this situation. He lowered himself onto his bed, wrapping his arms around himself as tears rose to his eyes.

Why did it hurt this much? He already knew they'd never love him back. This was just confirmation that he was right. He should feel proud of himself for being right.

Sometimes he really fucking hated it when he was right.

There was a knock at his door. He had a feeling he knew who was there.

"Um, Janus?" Patton's small voice called through the door. "I know you're probably really upset right now, but I just... I wanted to check on you. See how you're doing."

Janus said nothing.

"Janus—?"

"Go away, Patton," Janus snapped, embarrassed at the way his voice cracked.

"Are you sure you don't wanna talk?"

"There's nothing to talk about, just leave me alone."

A long silence passed. "Let me know if you need anything."

Several minutes passed before Janus decided he'd had enough of this room.

He grabbed his easel and a canvas as well as his pack of painting supplies. He went through his door and headed down the hallway to Roman's side of the Imagination. He went through the door and began his search for the perfect muse.

There was a lovely little pond near the entrance with Roman's castle perfectly in the background. It was perfect.

He set his easel down and set the canvas on it. He took a look at the view, making sure he was in the right spot. He moved the easel a bit to the left. Excellent.

He began his process of painting, finding his stress melting away with every stroke of his brush. He spent an hour painting, and was making decent progress. He dipped his brush in the water to switch colors when a voice interrupted him.

"I didn't know you could paint."

Roman being in the Imagination shouldn't have been a surprise, especially since this was his side of the realm. However, it caught Janus off guard regardless, and he nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around to face him.

He cleared his throat. "I can, yes. Have I never told you?"

"Not that I recall. How often do you paint here?"

"Here, not terribly often; I do my best work here, so I save it for times that I could really use a pick-me-up."

"Ah, I see. Still recovering from that hangover I take it?"

"It's almost passed. I thought painting would be a nice distraction."

Roman looked almost sheepish. "I didn't mean to interrupt your distraction. Apologies."

"Quite alright. Actually... if you're not busy, I wouldn't mind the company."

Roman grinned. "As much as it would honor me to watch you work, I'm actually here with a purpose; I'm setting up a little date night with Logan."

A spear went through Janus's heart.

"I'm so excited to be able to say that now," Roman said with a bright smile. "A date with Logan. My boyfriend, Logan. My boyfriend, oh, be still my beating heart."

The spear twisted in his chest.

"You're lucky to have one another," he said, hoping that wouldn't reveal the true meaning behind his words.

"Thank you. Well, I must bid you adieu, but I do wish you luck with your painting."

Janus forced a smile. "Thank you. I wish you luck on your date."

"Thank you. Farewell, Janus."

"Farewell, Roman."

Roman headed off to wherever he was headed off to, leaving Janus with his painting in progress.

He looked over the painting, certain he would only need another hour to finish it.

He took a deep breath, and dipped his brush in the paint.

The next hour came and went, and Janus was left with only the finishing touches. He noticed Roman coming back from wherever he'd been, and he smiled when he met Janus's eyes.

"Still at it, I see!"

"Not for much longer, I'm afraid."

Roman came up and inspected the painting as Janus added the last details. He took a step back and looked over his finished work.

"What do you think?" Janus asked apprehensively.

"This is gorgeous," Roman praised with a smile. "The influence of the impressionist movement is so inspired."

Janus smiled rather brightly. "Thank you. I don't know if it's obvious, but I take a lot of inspiration from the likes of Van Gogh and Monet."

Roman nodded. "I can see it. The impasto of Van Gogh in the grass, the way it captures light in the manner of Monet's works. Truly a masterpiece."

Janus wanted to kiss him.

"I... I have other paintings."

Roman turned to smile at him. "Can I see?"

Janus and Roman carried Janus's painting supplies back to his room. Once everything was in its place, Janus led Roman through the door to his gallery.

He had created a gallery for his paintings when he ran out of room on his walls. With Remus's help, of course. He had been painting for many years, and most of his paintings were of Thomas's memories.

Roman looked around the large white room in awe. He had the biggest smile on his face, and Janus was so proud to be the one to put that smile there.

He was so helplessly in love.

"How long have you been painting?" Roman asked breathlessly.

"Oh, you know... do you remember when Thomas went on that field trip to the art museum?"

Roman whirled around to look at him in surprise. "You've been painting since Thomas was in third grade?"

Janus shrugged. "You know... I dabble."

Roman's smile faded. "I remember that field trip. I tried painting, too. Tried to get Thomas to paint. After a week, I gave up. I wish I'd kept at it."

"I could teach you," Janus blurted out without thinking.

Roman brightened up again. "You could? I mean, you don't have to. I mean, it's no big deal, really. I just—"

"I would be delighted to."

Roman smiled again. He looked around at the paintings on the walls. "Are these... Thomas's memories?"

"They are. I've... on occasion, snuck into the Library, swiped a book of memories, and painted what I saw. Especially when Thomas formed a particularly happy memory. Those are my favorite ones to paint."

Roman looked at him again. "Can I show Logan? I think he'd love to see paintings of Thomas's memories."

Janus smiled. "Sure."

Roman went and got Logan, leading him into the gallery with his hands over Logan's eyes. Janus chuckled a little at the sight.

"Are you ready?" Roman asked.

Logan sighed, but smiled. "Roman, you're being ridiculous."

"I know. Alright... behold."

He removed his hands from Logan's eyes, and Logan adjusted his glasses as he took in the paintings. For some reason, this made Janus more nervous. Perhaps because Logan had never seen his paintings before, and now he was faced with all of them.

"Janus," Logan said breathlessly. "Did you paint all of these?"

Janus cleared his throat. "Well, if you like them, then yes I did, but if you hate them, then absolutely not."

Logan rolled his eyes, his smile widening. "Of course I like them. They're very impressive."

"Thank you." Janus thought for a moment. He might regret it, but he wanted to show them. "Would you two like to see... my very first painting?"

Roman and Logan both perked up.

"I would love to," Roman said with a smile.

"As would I," Logan agreed.

"Follow me."

Janus led them through the room, towards the back. The room was massive, so it took a minute or so to get there. In the back, there was a door labelled "keep out" in bright red. Janus stopped and turned towards Logan and Roman.

"This room... well, it's where I keep all my earlier work. Basically, all the paintings I hate. I don't want to display them, but I couldn't bring myself to destroy them, so they... sit back here and gather dust. I... I don't expect you to be impressed, I just... you deserve to see my first."

Both their expressions were unreadable and Janus couldn't stand it. He turned back towards the door and took a deep breath. He opened it and turned on the light.

Most of the paintings in this room were propped against the wall and stacked on top of each other. There was one, however, that was hung on the wall opposite of the door.

A childish painting of a person outside in the grass. A little boy with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a big smile. The boy was labelled "my person". There was some kind of bird painted beside him, and Janus remembered it was supposed to be a goose.

"Is that...?" Roman began.

"Thomas, yes," Janus confirmed. "From that day in third grade. That field trip to the art museum. Everyone went outside for lunch, and Thomas spotted that flock of geese. He chased after them, and of course, being geese, they scared him off. Then Joan came up and punched one of the geese in the face." Janus chuckled at the memory.

"When Thomas and Joan first became friends," Roman recalled.

Janus nodded. "Yeah."

They all stood there in serene silence. Janus found himself smiling. It was nice revisiting this painting. He often considered repainting it in his current style, but something held him back.

The three of them soon left the gallery. Logan and Roman departed for their date in the Imagination.

Janus had almost forgotten about why he'd started painting today in the first place.

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loganslowdown4 · 8 months

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EVERYONE SHUT UP THEYRE ON A DATE 😭😭😭💙❤️🌹👓

#I get a tiny little bit of logince and I’m happy the rest of the year lol #logince #thomas sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts spoilers #ts anime #sanders sides anime

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vinbee631 · 1 year

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Learning the Proper Way

Roman doesn't know how to dance, and he doesn't want to learn. Too bad he has to.

after a teensy hiatus, I'm back! I will get all the logince week fics written at some point lmao

quick warning, there is a mention of character death here, and the grief process. if you would like to skip past that, I left a little warning where that section starts and ends. safe reading, my friends! <3

thanks for being here, and enjoy my silly thing for day 5: dancing

In just under a month, the King had plans to host a celebration, crowning both of his sons as the heirs, ruling together as a team whenever their father eventually abdicated the throne.

Of course, Roman was thrilled about this development. While under a technicality he was the eldest male and eligible for the throne, the idea of ruling an entire kingdom by himself was ridiculously daunting. Having Remus as a guaranteed presence, and getting to make decisions with his input, sounded much more manageable.

However, he had to get through the party first.

And parties, for the traditional royal, meant ballroom dancing.

The twins’ father, Thomas, was usually all about breaking the harmful traditions and stereotypes of leaders past, but he truly enjoyed the dancing, the live music, and the intense amount of people to talk to.

Roman typically enjoyed these, too. As children, there hadn’t been any pressure to participate in anything that made them uncomfortable, so they mostly spent time talking to aunts and uncles and cousins or copying the dancing of the adults around them, and ultimately failing at it and settling for spinning around the room at speeds that probably could have taken a group of dancers out if they weren’t careful.

This time, however, as the future kings, there would be an expectation for at least a bit of traditional dancing.

This meant Roman needed to learn how.

Both of the boys did, but they would be receiving individual lessons, considering the trouble they could get up to if they were working together.

That was probably the best idea, to separate them, but it also meant that Roman was completely alone, doing something he really did not want to do.

Well, perhaps not completely alone.

“I’m going to step on your feet the whole time. This is going to be miserable,” he warned Logan, his best friend who had nobly volunteered to assist him in learning for the next few weeks.

Logan rolled his eyes, beckoning for Roman’s hands. “The whole point of these sessions is to teach you. I do not expect you to be prodigious, but you have to at least appear to be able to dance by the last of the month, yes?”

Roman grumbled, taking Logan’s hands reluctantly. “This is so stupid. Can’t I just- hover on the edge of the ballroom like Virgil so loves to do?”

“Virgil is Captain of the Guard,” Logan replied in exasperation, “and is typically under strict orders to be surveillance, not a dance partner. Besides, you are one of the Crown Princes. If you would like to explain to your father why one of his heirs is going to be hiding away from people all night just to avoid the fact that he doesn’t know how to dance, you are welcome to.”

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Roman groaned. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to be happy about it, though.” He let out a put-upon sigh, beginning to sway along to the music with Logan.

“Somehow, I was not expecting you to enjoy it,” Logan gently teased, fighting laughter at the sight of Roman’s pout. “You’ll be alright. We’ll take it slow, if nothing else, to avoid you stepping on my feet as much as we can.”

Well, Logan may have jinxed himself with that, considering Roman then went on to accidentally step on his feet.

Four times, in fact.

Roman sighed again, breaking away from Logan’s grip to fold his arms over his chest. “I hate this. I’m not any good at it, and that’s obviously not going to be changing anytime soon!”

Logan waved a hand, pausing the music. “Roman, dear, we’ve been practicing for ten minutes. I was not expecting you to be passable on your very first try. Dance is an art, a skill, and it required practice, proper practice, to excel at it. You still have over three weeks to learn, and you will get there by then, I am certain of it. But you will never get there if you choose to give up at the start.”

Roman rolled his eyes, unfolding his arms and holding them out for Logan to take. “Stop being so smart and right and whatever and just start the damn music.”

“If you say so, my prince.”

The rest of the lesson would continue similarly. They continued to work at half speed, and they had some pretty good moments where everything was going smoothly and there seemed hope for Roman yet.

And then, he would make a mistake, step on Logan’s foot again, get caught up in the moves and miss something, and they’d be back to square one.

Logan, despite the calm front he was putting up, was beginning to get frustrated. He understood that Roman was having a hard time, but it wasn’t like him to give up so easily, and so frequently. Yet, once Logan began to talk, it was easy to coerce him back into trying again.

By the fifteenth time the two had separated in the first hour, Logan desperately needed a break from this behavior (and perhaps some headache medication).

“Is there a particular reason you are being so difficult about this?” Logan waved the music away once more and pulled up a chair to sit for a moment. “I do not mean that in a judgemental way, and I am not… too upset about it. I am merely curious why you seem so- disinclined to learn properly.”

“I just- I really hate dancing, okay?” Roman grumbled, his pout slightly hidden from the way his head tipped downward. “I’m not interested in learning properly because I am not interested in learning, that’s all.”

It didn’t seem like Roman was even convincing himself of that.

“I hope you’ll forgive me for not believing that. You do not have to talk about it if this is making you uncomfortable, but I would like to know the cause of your distress. It will likely make these lessons easier, and… it is not pleasant, seeing you upset.”

“Aww, he does care after all!” Roman teased, his grin not quite meeting his eyes. “But uh, I guess I should talk about it, yeah? Might make things easier than if I just avoid it forever.”

“Possibly,” Logan responded, frowning out of concern for his friend, “but again, you do not have to talk about it if you are not ready. There is no pressure here for you to share anything too personal.”

“You are making quite a big deal of me being pissy about dancing lessons,” Roman continued to tease.” Seriously, though, I am going to talk about it. I just… I could use some time to figure out how to explain it. Perhaps at the next lesson?”

“Sounds good. I suppose this would be a good spot to wrap things up, anyway. I should have some more tips for you then, but if you have any questions before then, please do not hesitate to come and find me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now, I’ll see you later. I want to see how Remus is doing.” Logan nodded, waving to Roman as he closed the door behind him.

He hoped that, perhaps, Remus would be able to lift Roman’s spirits a bit. The two could get up to all kinds of things if left to their own devices, and that may be a good distraction from whatever was bothering him.

Oh shit, wait.

"Roman! Get back here! The two of you had better be supervised!"

…

By the time their second lesson rolled around, it seemed Roman wasn’t actually ready to talk.

Logan was far from upset. He was still a bit concerned about his friend, but if he had something going on and felt a need to talk about it, Logan continued to remind him that he would be available to listen whenever Roman needed it.

At least their next practice went a lot more smoothly. Roman was still ridiculously upset whenever he made a mistake, but he was still receptive to Logan’s reassurance, and their breaks between working out the moves became smaller and smaller.

This time, they were able to make it to about two hours of dance before they called it for the day.

Logan was beginning to feel a lot more optimistic about their end result.

Until Roman showed up to their third session, being dragged along by the ear by his brother.

“Ro, you have to get this over with. It’s not gonna be any easier if you hide.” Roman whined, swatting at his brother’s hands. “Let go of me! I’m going, I’m going, dammit!”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re just behaving now cuz Logan’s here. Go on, show me what you’ve learned so far?”

“You’re going to be disappointed,” Roman grumbled, but he met Logan’s hands on the ballroom floor without any further complaint.

Logan blinked, searching Remus’ face for any sort of explanation for their behavior, and ultimately receiving none. “If… if now is a bad time for you, we… we can always postpone for-”

“No. Now that I am already here, I would like to get this done as quickly as possible, please.” Roman’s voice was clipped, slipping slightly into the more formal speech he adopted for council meetings and talking to other rulers. It certainly didn’t provide Logan any reassurance, but he didn’t get another chance to question it, as Remus had already started the music.

He had planned to introduce Roman to full-speed dancing today, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be a very well-met suggestion. Instead, they stuck with what they’d been doing, dancing at a slower pace, with Logan offering tips and reminders as they went.

All things considered, Roman did a very good job. He only made one small mistake, and instead of getting upset and throwing himself out of Logan’s arms with a huff, he simply sighed and kept going.

Logan wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be concerning or not.

About twenty minutes into their practice, Remus stood, gently tapping his brother on the shoulder.

“May I have this dance?”

Roman nodded, smiling slightly as Remus took his hands, swinging him around way faster than his previously established speed. Roman yelped, giggling as he tried to keep up with his brother.

Logan watched with a smile on his face, discreetly increasing the pace of the music and watching the twins laugh as they tried to keep up. Inevitably, it got too fast, and one tripped over the other and they fell to the floor, bright, genuine smiles on their faces.

“See? Told you we’d have fun.” Roman smiled, a bit sadly, and the two shared a conversation in their expressions that Logan couldn’t interpret. Not that he needed to, it seemed the two had something important and private to work out.

“Alright, I’ll quit takin’ up poor Lo-Lo’s time. Good luck with the rest of it, I’ll be with Dad when you’re done if you wanna join us.” Roman nodded, allowing Remus to hoist him off the floor before he left.

“Shall we continue, then?” Roman nodded, meeting Logan a bit more reluctantly than he had his brother, but Logan would have been a bit surprised if he hadn’t.

He just wished he knew the source of Roman’s hesitance. Whatever it was, it was a great deal to him, and Logan wanted more than anything to find a way to help make things easier for him.

However, he couldn’t do anything if Roman didn’t tell him how to help. So instead, he continued working with him, teaching him ways to make complicated moves look easy, ways to conserve his energy so he could dance for hours if needed without getting too out of breath, and so much more.

He pretended not to notice how Roman became more and more closed off the closer they got to the date of the dance.

Maybe everything would work itself out.

…

Logan was much less confident of those things working themselves out when, just a week from the fateful day, Roman didn’t shop up to the ballroom at his assigned time.

Well, it wasn’t too abnormal for him to be a minute or two late, especially lately. Logan gave him the benefit of the doubt and stayed, wandering around aimlessly while he waited.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, he eventually gave in and went looking for the missing prince.

He wasn’t in his room, nor Remus’ (who had thankfully agreed to help Logan search for his brother) nor the number of guest rooms scattered around the palace. Remus checked the kitchens, the courtyard, and the garden, and came up Roman-less.

Well, that left them with just one option left.

The two hesitantly made their way to King Thomas’ chambers. They knew once he found out, there would be a whole battalion of guards searching the palace and surrounding area for the prince. They had tried to avoid that outcome as long as possible, for Roman’s sake, but they did need to actually find him.

In the end, it was Logan that pushed the door open, Remus clinging to his heels and peering over his shoulder.

They were surprised, but mostly overwhelmingly relieved, to see Roman with King Thomas, the King smiling gently at the two boys in the doorway.

“Roman, I believe you have some visitors if you are up for it.”

Roman sniffed (sniffed?) and turned to face where his father was looking. “O-oh, hi.” Logan wasn’t quite sure he felt a twinge in his chest at the sight of looking so- small, but he pushed that aside for now.

“Hey, Ro. Not doing so great, huh?" Roman nodded, and Logan swore the twinge was growing stronger. "S-sorry for makin' you worry. I probably- s-scared you by not showing up to lessons."

Logan shook his head instantly. "That's not your fault, Roman. Yes, I was a bit worried, but only because I feared something had happened to you. I'm not upset that you made me worry, and you shouldn't be either."

"And look at that," Remus joked, "you proved the nerd does actually care about us, congrats!" When Remus' attempt to lighten the mood barely moved the corners of Roman's lips, they knew they were dealing with something big.

"Alright, Ro, no more jokes for now. Do you need to talk about it? Lo and I are great listeners."

Roman hesitated, and Logan didn’t miss how his eyes briefly flickered toward him, before his gaze settled firmly in his lap, the question still unanswered.

“I can leave if you would like to speak in private, Roman. I will not be offended if you need space.” Roman quickly shook his head, letting out a frustrated huff.

“Having a hard time with words?” Remus asked, and he seemed completely unsurprised when Roman nodded in return. “That’s fine, take your time Ro, I won’t let him go anywhere.”

Logan let out a small huff of laughter as Remus pulled him to sit on Thomas’ bed next to Roman, and then planted himself firmly in Logan’s lap, mirroring their father and Roman’s position.

The four waited in comfortable silence, and Logan listened as Roman’s breathing slowly relaxed, the sniffling from earlier vanishing.

“I… well, I’m having a hard time explaining because this is something I’ve only talked about with my family. I’ve never told Logan… and I want to! But it’s… it’s anxiety-inducing, very much so.”

Logan nodded in understanding, reaching out a hand to hold one of Roman’s. “I know you already specified you did not want me to leave, if at any point it gets too overwhelming, I can give you space. Regardless, you are safe here, and you may take as much time as you need to figure out how to express your feelings.”

“Are you out for my job, Logan?” If Thomas were any other type of ruler, that kind of statement likely would have terrified Logan. But he had been used to Thomas’ light-hearted teasing for a long time. After all, he was the one the twins had picked it up from.

Roman nodded, taking a deep breath to collect himself. “It’s… this is related to the dancing stuff before. I may be making a bit too big of a deal about it, but as soon as we first talked about the obligation I have, it’s been… I guess, hanging over my head.

“When me and Re were really little, when… when Papa was still around, we spent a lot of time learning all kinds of stuff from him. He had a… more difficult time expressing in words how much he loved us, so we’d do things with him, instead.

“He used to take us on trips outside the palace, he taught Rem how to hold a sword, but I was too scared to, and…

“He used to dance with us.

“It wasn’t really… I never properly learned how, and I probably would have sooner if he didn’t… yeah. But, whenever I’d really get into learning how, it just… I couldn’t think of anything else but him, and…”

Remus had gently moved out of Logan’s lap so he could wrap Roman in a tight hug, and Logan would have joined him if there were any space.

“Oh, Ro-bro. I wouldn’t have made ya do all that practicing if I’d-”

“No,” Roman cut him off gently, wiping his tears on his sleeve, “I’m glad you did. I wanna learn, I think it’s a good thing that I’m processing all this now, too. If you hadn’t pushed me, I probably just would have ignored it for an even longer and even unhealthier amount of time. I think this is what Papa would have wanted. So, thanks."

“You’re awfully quiet over there, brainiac. Wanna share what’s on your mind?” Logan nearly smiled at the old nickname. Thomas had been using it since he was a boy, and he found it didn’t get old, however juvenile it was.

“I… well, I too wish I would have known sooner, but I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to share that with me. I’m just… I’m very sorry, Roman. King Nico left us far too soon, and I... I wish there was more I could say or do to help.”

Roman rolled his eyes, nudging his brother out of the way. “Re, budge, I gotta knock some sense into our resident brain cell.” Roman scootched himself out of his dad’s lap to sit in Logan’s, pressing their foreheads together.

“You did help, dummy. You are helping, just by listening to me. I… probably wouldn’t be going through with this if the lessons had come from anyone else, even Dad or Remus. So, quit being all bummed, that's supposed to be my job right now.”

Logan huffed, lightly flicking him on the arm. “I’m not ‘bummed,’ I’m upset for your sake, although that is reassuring. I am… glad you are feeling better, though, and if there is more I can do, please do not hesitate to ask.”

"Gee, do you like me or something, Lo?” Roman teased, pulling Logan in for a tight hug. “And I thought I was a dummy about feelings, geez. So silly.”

Logan scoffed, but he didn’t break away from the hug. “I am not silly. I do not know what you are trying to insinuate, Crown Prince.”

“I’m insinuating that you are silly, and I will die on this hill! The silliest ever! A positively goofy guy!”

Logan rolled his eyes, pulling back from Roman just enough to make eye contact with Remus and Thomas. “Please, back me up here. He is being entirely unreasonable.”

“Hm, I dunno, I think I agree with him. You can be kinda silly. What kinda goofball reads books for fun? Seems pretty silly to me.”

“Don’t forget all the research projects and presentations he’s made to prove a point. Those have to be included,” Thomas added, much to Logan’s embarrassment. Oh, gods, they were all going to gang up on him, weren’t they?

“Yeah! And there’s all the formal talking he does, even when he’s just with us. It’s like, that’s his normal way of speaking, so goofy!”

“And the telescope we installed in the balcony of the library just so he could tell us about the stars?”

“Y’know how he’ll distract pushy nobles from bugging me by talking about crazy stuff, like how he spent an hour talking to Lord Cassius about modern agricultural developments because he was pushing me to get remarried?”

“Oh my gods, yes! We can’t forget how many times he’s literally run into us because he’s thinking too hard or reading something.”

“And how many times have we caught him up working at 2 am because he got swept up in it?”

“Yeah, the jury’s out, Lo, guess you’re just the goofiest ever, no contest. Oh, oops, we broke him.” When the three of them finally finished picking on him, Logan was bright red, hiding his warm face firmly in his hands.

“Our bad, sorry Lo. You doing alright down there?” Logan let out an embarrassing squeak, the other’s laughter doing nothing to help him calm down.

“I… I am fine. You… you all are- incredibly mean. How do I ever put up with you?” The three nobles laughed, and Logan found that actually, he didn’t mind all the teasing. It was just how this crazy family showed they cared about him.

And he cared about them, too.

…

The party itself went well, the preparations going a lot smoother without the cloud of dread hovering over Roman’s head.

He even seemed excited about it now, which made a very happy feeling settle comfortably in the chests of his family and friends.

All in all, the party was a large success. The announcement went over well, and not a negative word was heard about the unconventional choice of the king, only hopeful and positive remarks about the twins’ future reign together.

The rest went off without a hitch as well. Thomas was an incredible host, it almost seemed as if he was talking to ten people at once with all the socializing he did. The twins followed suit, happily accepting all the prattle from excited royals and citizens alike about their future prospects.

And at last, closer to the end of the night, the band set up and the music began.

Many excited couples flocked to the ballroom floor, along with Thomas, as he was happily tugged along to dance with whoever asked politely.

Remus quickly followed his father, dancing surprisingly cleanly for someone with a reputation for much more chaotic and silly things than traditional ballroom dancing.

Unlike his brother, Roman was a bit more hesitant. He stayed behind for a while, keeping up the socializing instead of diving right into dancing. Logan wasn’t surprised, but he had an idea to ease his friend’s nerves.

He gently tapped the prince on the shoulder, politely interrupting Roman’s conversation with a noble Logan hadn’t been introduced to before.

“What’s up, Lo? Enjoying the party so far?” Logan nodded, gently squeezing Roman’s hand. “Of course, your father organized it after all. It wouldn’t be anything other than perfect. Although, I have a quick proposition for you if you aren’t busy.”

“Anything, Lo.”

“May I have this dance?”

Roman blinked, and his surprise quickly melted away into a small smile. “Yes, Logan, yes you may.”

ahh h/c my beloved

my ao3 :)

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roseianxiety · 2 years

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touches ask game, 5 on kisses with analogical or logince :)?

Here it is!! This was fun to write, hope you enjoy.

Touches Ask Game

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Rise and Shine

Ship: Romantic Logince

CW: lots of kisses

Logan was awaken from his slumber when the alarm clock on his nightstand went off. Groggily, he reached over for it and turned the sound off, sighing softly as he sat up. He stretched slowly, then slipped out of bed, he opens the curtains and lets sunlight flood the room.

After that, he glances at his bed to check on his boyfriend who was still fast asleep under the covers. He smiles softly before making his way to the bathroom to take a warm shower before he begins his day.

Logan stepped out of the bathroom in new clean clothes while drying his haur with a towel. He notices that Roman hadn't woken up yet. Logan slips back into bed, pushing the covers away slightly, and pressed a kiss on Roman's cheek. He heard a mumble before Roman rolled over and cuddled closer to him.

"Morning," Logan says after he kisses his forehead.Roman smiles sleepily at him, looking up at Logan. "Ahh, what a sight to be blessed with in my wake."He says with a cheeky grin. Of course, Logan blushes at that but tries to hide it by looking unbothered.

Roman sits up and wraps an arm around Logan, pulling him close against his body. "I don't think I could ever get enough of this view."Roman adds before leaning down to kiss Logan. Logan smiled into the kiss, closing his eyes while Roman nuzzles their noses together before pressing another kiss to his mouth.

After they break apart, Logan places a hand on Roman's neck and runs his thumb along the skin there. Logan leans forward to plant one more gentle kiss on Roman's lips before moving back slightly. He moves his hand from Roman's neck and brushes a lock of hair behind his ear.

They were silent, simply basking in each other presence as Roman wrapped his arms tightly around Logan. Eventually, the silence is broken as Logan speaks, voice soft and low as he whispers, "I should go prepare us some breakfast.".Roman groans, burying his face in Logan's neck. "Can you stay here just a bit longer?" He pleads.

Logan laughs lightly, feeling Roman press little pecks along the side of his neck."Well, do you want us to starve then?" Logan questions teasingly, smirking.

Roman pulls away from him and pouts, looking almost pitiful. Logan can't help but lean in and kiss him again, earning him a pleased smile from Roman.

They finally pull away after their kiss, and Roman finally lets go of Logan. "Because you gave me a kiss, I'll help you cook!"Roman announced proudly, raising his head up.

Logan rolls his eyes fondly at Roman, retorting. "Are you sure you're going to help or just bother me, hm?".

"How dare!! >:O"

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Cold Comforts

Prompts: Sorry if this is too much, but do you think you could maybe do another hurt Roman fic. I absolutely eat that stuff up. My idea what the after POF Roman just disappears. He’s not in his room, the mind palace, the house. The others think they’ve checked the imagination to its full extent, but they miss one part (but you can’t necessarily blame them). Roman has trapped himself in a hidden and/or invisible castle on his half of the imagination. Slowly, he begins to fade/disappear, believing the others would be better off without him. But, as he goes, so do the things that belong to him. Items in his room start to go missing. Small trinkets turn to computers and posters. Computers and posters turn into chairs and furniture. Furniture turns into literally every single thing in his room, and then that turns into the room itself. Roman won’t disappear until everything he’s tied to does. That means his room disappears, the gifts he’s given others vanish, the videos he’s featured in start to glitch and have to be taken down, his writing and art are nowhere to be found. Everything he’s made in the imagination goes poof, but that also means that castle he’s made to ‘protect’ himself. Since that’s last things that needed to go, Roman is on the brink of disappearing forever when everyone finds him. I would write it but I just don’t have a lot of motivation right now, and I’m so tired my writing comes off as gibberish. I don’t mind any ships, but I’m definitely leaning towards found family and I really love how you write the creativitwins. That’s all I really have. Throw however much angst in as you want. I just like projecting onto imaginary characters :) thanks - anon

hi again! i’m still obsessed with your Roman angst writing. Amazing, by the way ☺️ I hope you don’t mind me asking for more. So how about some Logince where Logan and Roman have a heated argument that results in Logan snapping at Roman. Roman is scared off by that and sinks out while Logan regrets his actions. Roman then avoids Logan all day and doesn’t talk to him. Until later in the middle of the night when Logan finds Roman crying on the kitchen floor and eating Crofters. Logan then takes that chance to make things right and learns a lot more about Roman. Some concerning stuff and some interesting stuff. I hope that isn’t too much! Keep up the good writing, friendo! - lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie

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Warnings: self-doubt, self-esteem issues, ducking out kind of

Pairings: gen

Word Count: 5151

Some arguments between Logan and Roman stay as little bits of contention.

Logan will bring up a point and Roman will read it wrong; either he'll make a joke that won't be received well or he'll take it as an insult when it wasn't intended that way. Logan will explain what he meant and the two of them will settle a little, at least until they can get back into the flow of the conversation and move past it.

Or Roman will let slip a comment he should've kept to himself and Logan will draw himself up, at least until Roman can apologize and claw it back, or he'll smirk and let loose a quip of his own and forgiveness will go unstated. They'll bounce off of each other until the conversation gets back on the rails.

This isn't one of those arguments.

"If you were capable of seeing reason, we wouldn't be in this position in the first place."

"Oh, and you think that just because you're Logic that you hold the monopoly on rationality?"

"Yes. By definition."

Roman throws his hands up, almost knocking over some of the papers. "So why do the rest of us even bother? Matter of fact, why do you even bother with the rest of us? If we're so unteachable and ridiculous?"

"Believe me, I've had the same thought many times." Logan juts his chin upward and looks down his nose at Roman. "Although some of you are more teachable than others."

"Oh, here we go again! 'Roman's stupid, Roman's dumb, Roman's un-teachable—'"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to! It's written all over your stupid prideful face every single time I say something that doesn't line up perfectly with what you want to hear!"

"Resorting to exceedingly childish insults isn't making you look any better."

"Yeah, well, what else am I supposed to do?"

"Perhaps take a breath and listen to me so then I can explain why you're wrong."

"But I'm not wrong. Maybe you should take a breath and listen to me."

Logan laughs, loud and cruel. "I should listen to you? When I need to fill my head with nonsense I have much better sources for it."

"Nonsense?"

"Yes, Roman, nonsense. This is nonsense, right now. We should have been finished about half an hour ago but you keep insisting that—"

"Because you don't know about this!" Roman gestures emphatically to the papers scattered about the table. "You don't know how to do this, you don't know how to come up with things like I do, so you have to come to me! And you have to listen to me!"

"I don't have to do anything, Roman."

"Well, if you want a halfway decent idea, then yeah, actually, you do."

Logan's mouth twitches and his hand tenses on his pen. "Arrogance is not going to do a better job of convincing me than insults."

"I'm not being arrogant, I'm telling you the truth."

"Thinking yourself irrevocably better than someone else is arrogance. Or have you somehow forgotten the meaning of the word?"

"I know what it means, don't patronize me. How come you get to be Logic and say that no one else is capable of rational thought but I can't say I'm Creativity and thus I'm naturally better at coming up with things?"

"Because I didn't say that no one else was capable of rational thought. I said that you of all people are incapable of seeing reason."

"What the hell's the difference?"

Logan smiles smugly, sitting up a little straighter. "Perhaps if you were capable of understanding reason I wouldn't need to explain it to you."

Roman growls, his hands curling into fists and Logan raises a scolding eyebrow.

"Careful, Roman. You're letting your emotions get the better of you. Again."

"I'm letting—you're antagonizing me!"

"I'm not sure you know what that word means either."

"I don't—don't you sit there and tell me I don't know what an antagonist is," Roman splutters, pointing a finger like a dagger at Logan, "and you don't have the high ground right now either."

"Why not?"

"You're insulting me as often as I'm insulting you!"

"So you can admit you've been insulting me."

Roman fumes. "So have you!"

"No. I have been pointing out facts."

"Insulting facts."

"Facts are most often insulting to people who lack the intellectual capacity to understand them."

"Lack the—are you capable of going a single sentence without calling me stupid?"

"Go a single sentence without being stupid and I won't have to."

"And here I thought you were supposed to be useful."

The room stills. Logan's face freezes for a moment and Roman winces internally. That's a button he shouldn't have pressed. Sure, maybe he wanted to needle Logan for making him so upset but he shouldn't have gone there. That's a sore spot that hasn't healed yet. He should apologize. He should apologize right now.

"I—"

"I am useful," Logan says, his voice dangerously low.

"Logan, I—"

"You, on the other hand," he continues, ignoring Roman's attempt to apologize, "are nothing but a waste of time."

Any words Roman may have had in his throat choke off. He gulps around empty air, staring at Logan.

"Are you capable of thinking of anyone but yourself? Do you understand that you are not so important that everything revolves around you?" Logan hasn't stood up, but the way he's just glaring at Roman makes it feel like he's looming over him. "You think yourself, what, some great presence or some great menace that I have to vanquish?"

Scrabbling for words in a filling grave, Roman grabs a chunk of dirt that buries him alive.

"I'm not Remus."

Logan's eyes flash dangerously. "No, Roman. You are not Remus. Remus has a function. Remus serves a purpose. And Remus, despite what you think of him—"

I love him. I love him, he's my brother, he's my Remus. I'm sorry, Re, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry.

"—is actually capable of listening to reason. You, Roman, you are not. At best you are a nuisance and a mild inconvenience, one easily dealt with and not worth the time it takes to do so."

He takes a moment to collect himself.

"I am busy. I cannot afford to waste time on you. If you are so determined to thrill me with impossible feats, go and find somewhere you are wanted."

Roman's chest burns.

He stares wordlessly at Logan, who just stares back at him. Against all hopes he wants Logan to take it back, the way he was going to, to apologize or realize what he just said or something, something, but he doesn't. He just stares at Roman and glares and then he turns away.

He packs up his things and leaves.

Roman is left alone.

He stares after him for a long time, still in shock. The words bounce around and around his head like bullets ricocheting off metal plates only to score grazes in every surface. They replay over and over and over until they threaten to swallow him whole.

He's not stupid. He's not stupid. He knows that there are ways to draw attention to himself that aren't good and that he—he can be a nuisance sometimes. And in being a nuisance, he's cultivated an atmosphere where the lack of him is to be looked forward to. But he—he's not stupid. He knows that where that comes from is the opposite; everything he's done, every part of the persona he's crafted, is in defiance of that invisibility.

This isn't a revelation, he realizes, but the difference between knowing and knowing. The kind that gets sobbed into your pillow in the dead of night.

And in that petty, spiteful, semantic kind of defiance that children are so often accused of, he sinks out to his room because that's where Patton said he wants him to stay.

He stumbles around the room in a state of shock, clumsy and inelegant and utterly irredeemable, knocking into his bookshelf and his desk and almost tripping over a notebook he left lying on the floor. He strips off the prince costume and throws it away like it burns to touch, staggering to the bed in nothing but undershirt and boxers and crawling under the covers.

He shouldn't be doing this. He's just proving Logan right. But he doesn't want to be something other than he is right now and if Logan thinks he's a stupid child that throws temper tantrums and sulks when he doesn't get his way, then he's allowed to curl up into a ball and clutch his hand to his chest. It's still hurting, the words still dragging themselves over his exposed nerves, and he curls up around it like he could offer it protection.

He should go to someone, he knows. They've all been trying to get better about asking for help and support. He should get up and go—but who would he go to?

Patton would want to hear everything that happened and he'd be scolded for being so mean to Logan. Patton would make him go apologize right then and there and he doesn't think he could bear going anywhere near Logan right now.

Virgil would take Logan's side immediately, he's sure of it. Virgil calls him stupid all the time, he'd probably be happy that someone finally told you like it is, Princey, deal with it.

Janus would take Logan's side too. Not because he'd necessarily agree with him—even though he would—but because it's not Roman's side.

Remus…Remus would hate him.

A pained noise leaves the safety of the covers and Roman only belatedly realizes it's him. He doesn't want to go and expose himself anymore to the possibility of being hurt. He wants to run away and lick his wounds and be upset all by himself. He doesn't want to be accused of being attention-seeking and overdramatic and all of that, doesn't want to be lectured and scolded and then—only then—offered the barest scraps of comfort like a starving animal being tossed a bone. He doesn't want to be hurt and then have them say it's for his own good. He doesn't want that, he doesn't want that, he doesn't want that.

He wants someone to just come and hold him. To say it's okay that he's upset—not even that he was right or that Logan shouldn't have said that or even that it's all going to be okay.

He just wants someone to comfort him. It doesn't have to be big or sweeping or anything, they don't have to stay for a long time, they don't—it doesn't have to be large or—or complicated, he doesn't—he just wants a hug, okay? Or not even a hug, it doesn't have to be a hug, it can just be a touch or something—or not even that, it can just be a—a look, or a nod or—okay, it doesn't even have to be that, okay? He just—he just wants—

He just wants, okay?

Roman's eyes start to grow heavy and he curls up tighter, limp and aching fingers brushing against his face as he almost nuzzles into his hand. He moves his head until he can get his nose tucked into the space under his thumb and feel the shuddering of his own breath against his palm. Oh, he wants and wants and wants and in the safety of the covers he can pretend.

"Shh," he mumbles in a half-voice that he's more thinking than saying, "shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay."

He brushes his lips against the skin there and it almost feels like a kiss.

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, shh…it's alright. It's okay. It's okay, it's okay." He does it again, trying to narrow his focus down to just that, the gentleness of the touch and the shaking voice from his own throat. "It's alright. Shh, it's alright."

His fingers twitch from a small gust that blows under the blanket and he moves, pressing it deeper into the chasm between his chest and the bed and lets his breath blow warm and stuffy over the skin again.

"Shh-shh-shh," he warbles in broken half-tones, "it's okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Slowly, he works himself back from the brink, mumbling the half-comfort to his hand until the thought of moving no longer threatens to tear him apart. He keeps at it as he drags himself from beneath the covers, as he drags on a t-shirt and shorts, mumbling that it's okay, we just have to go get something to eat, then we can come back and sleep. He keeps the hand pressed to his chest, holding his breath as he creeps down the stairs.

It's late. Well past midnight. The others are likely gone to their separate corners of the Mindscape. Had he the wherewithal to notice he might feel ridiculous, stealing away like a thief in the night as he makes his way to his own kitchen, but all he has space for is the lifeline of comfort that he still murmurs in the darkness.

"Just a little further," he mumbles, "almost there."

The kitchen looms in sharp lines and cold surfaces. He lumbers in and goes to the cabinet, reaching up for the one food he knows he can eat. The fingers on his useful hand brush against the cool glass of the Crofter's bottle and he takes it down, slumping to the floor and curling up, only belatedly realizing he didn't grab a spoon and groping around until he can get one.

It's his jar, almost empty, but just enough left that if he eats it he can make it until morning.

The spoon clinks and rattles as he props the jar up in his lap, eating clumsily until he can scrape the spoon around the edges and get the last of it. He starts crying somewhere in the middle and he only notices because it starts to taste salty.

Almost done, he thinks to his hand, almost there. It's okay. Shh, shh, it's okay.

He's just about to throw the empty jar away and skulk back to his room when the stairs creak.

Don't come here. Oh, god, please don't come in here.

The footsteps get closer. He curls up tighter, thinking maybe he won't be seen in the dark. They get closer.

A shadow looms in the sliver of light from the window.

Don't see me. Please don't see me.

A figure rounds the corner and stops, staring down at him. Its eyes narrow behind glasses as it sees the jar clutched in Roman's hands.

Logan doesn't get the chance to say anything before Roman is gone.

He drops into some random part of the Imagination and just runs. His bare feet cry out in protest as he runs over jagged rocks and sharp stones but he pushes onward. His hand lies useless in the wind, just aching from the memory of harsh words and the panic of being discovered by Logan. The frightened animal that lives in his brain digs its teeth into the soft part of his heart and makes him run faster, faster, faster.

Somewhere he's wanted. Somewhere he's wanted. Somewhere he's wanted.

Unbeknownst to him, the Imagination is building him something. A tall tower, high enough that its head loses itself in the clouds, invisible save for the way clouds can't pass through it, where he can curl up in a small room and be far away from everyone else. It waits until he collapses from sheer exhaustion, carrying him up, up, up, closing itself around him until he's locked in.

Roman doesn't notice any of that. He's too busy curled around his hand again, trying to murmur to it, comfort it, drag himself out of this ache again. He chokes on the words it's okay and it's alright and so he gasps out shh, shh, shh.

Sobs force their way out of his throat and it just hurts. He keeps trying, struggling to shush them, to shush his hand, to shush himself, to give himself something, anything, just to make it stop.

But his hand is just a hand and the pain is just pain. There's no tragedy in it, no pity in it, nothing redeemable or salvageable from the mess he's made.

He really is stupid.

* * *

A jar, discarded and empty on the kitchen floor. It clinks as it rolls over the boards until it comes to a stop, resting in the shadow of the stove.

Its label, half rubbed away from being handled, still clings stubbornly to the glass. One of the letters is still visible, just slightly, the single 'R' barely more than an outline in the faint light from the windows.

The lid is still up on the counter, laid on its back, cold and alone on the flat surface. The jar is somewhere else, air blowing through the empty spaces where it should be.

It fades away as the morning sun dawns, still empty.

* * *

"Hey, Pat," Virgil calls as he walks downstairs, "have you seen Roman?"

Patton frowns, glancing around the living room. "No, I haven't. Why?"

"Something really weird is happening and I think it's his fault."

"What's going on?"

Virgil comes into the kitchen and holds up his phone. One of their videos is playing but as they watch, it starts to glitch, skipping back and forth as though someone's dragging the slider.

"Huh. That's weird."

"Right?"

"Why do you think Roman has something to do with this?"

"'Cause all the parts it's skipping are the parts with him in it. And look at this." Virgil taps through a menu. "See?"

The thumbnails with Roman in them are conspicuously missing a certain prince. Patton puts his hands on his hips. "Well, that is strange."

"That's what I said. So yeah, we need to find him."

"I haven't seen him in a few days, I don't think. I guess I thought he was busy."

"Well, great, who was the last person to see him?"

"See who?"

"Do not do that," Virgil grumbles, helping himself up from the stair rail as Janus strides from the shadows, "you'll make me break something."

"Oh, relax, you're fine."

Virgil mutters something decidedly unflattering and shoves his hands in his pockets. "Have you seen Roman?"

"Not for a while, no." He frowns. "Why, is something wrong?"

They show him what's happening to the videos and he hums.

"That's…that's not good."

"No, it isn't."

"We need to find Remus."

"Wait, what? Why Remus?"

"He's the one who'll most likely know what Roman's done to cause this." Janus is already striding away. "Come on. We need to hurry."

They do, because as they walk they realize that Roman's poster is gone. Then his paintings. They break into a run when they see that his door is no longer bright red.

"Remus," Janus barks as they tear into the other living room, "Remus, we need you now."

As soon as Remus appears they know he knows already. He's almost frothing at the mouth, his hands itching around his Morningstar as he glares at them.

"What did you do," he snarls, "where is he?"

"We were coming to ask you," Virgil says, his hands raised, "we haven't seen him. We don't know."

Remus glares at all of them before looking at Janus, who nods. "He's Fading. He's trying to disappear. We need to find him now."

"Wait, Fading? What's that mean?"

"Like ducking out but worse, 'cause he's Creativity and I'll be happy to explain this once he's back. Now who saw him last?"

"Not me," Patton says, "I only saw him at breakfast a few days ago with everyone."

"That's the last time I saw him too."

"Janus?"

"We met up briefly to discuss a show but he had to leave early. Said he was…"

Remus growls as Janus trails off. "Said he was what?"

"…meeting with Logan. He had to go meet with Logan."

No sooner has Janus finished speaking, Remus reaches out a hand and yanks. A body falls to the ground in front of him.

"Start talking, bitch boy," he snarls, stalking over to loom over Logan, "what the fuck did you do to my brother?"

"I didn't—I don't know—"

An animalistic roar leaves Remus's throat and he hefts the Morningstar, ready to bring it down when Virgil catches his wrist.

"Hey, hey, easy! If you hurt him, we won't find out what happened!"

"He hurt Roman."

"We don't know that for sure, Remus, just—just take a second, okay?"

"I don't care—"

"Look at him," Janus interrupts quickly, "Remus, look at him."

Remus growls and tears himself free from Virgil's hold but does. Logan is still on the ground, his hands raised in surrender, glasses askew on his face. His shirt is dirty, tie mussed and torn, scratches on his arms and neck.

Wait.

"You were looking for him," Remus spits, "in the Imagination, weren't you?"

Logan swallows. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're right. He's Fading and he's not anywhere else and that's the only place he can be but I don't know where else to look."

"Why is he Fading," Patton asks as Virgil has to hold Remus back again, "what happened?"

Janus gives Logan a warning look as he opens his mouth.

"…we had an argument."

"I get into arguments with Princey all the time," Virgil says sharply, "they don't end with Roman Fading."

"I may have said some things."

"You're going to have to be more specific."

"I—we're running out of time, we need to find him—ah!"

Remus, quicker than Virgil, shoots forward and pins Logan to the wall, Morningstar thrust against his chest. Logan winces as the spikes dig into him and Remus just growls.

"If you do not tell me exactly what you said to him," he says in a calm voice, "you and I are gonna run a little experiment on how hard it is to break the human spine."

Logan swallows. "I…I called him stupid. I said he—that he was incapable of listening to reason and that he—he should go somewhere where he was wanted."

"Why," Virgil growls, "in the fuck did you do that?"

"I was angry," he defends weakly, "I—I didn't mean it, I just wanted to hurt him—"

"Congratulations," Janus says lowly, "you did. You hurt him so badly he wants to disappear."

"I didn't know that," Logan says impatiently, "and I was trying to fix it! I went and looked for him the moment I'd calmed down enough to realize it was wrong and he wasn't anywhere! I only managed to find him that night in the kitchen and he vanished before I could say a thing!"

"Remus," Janus says softly, pulling Remus back, "we need to look in the Imagination. You know it better than the rest of us, where is he?"

Remus glares at Logan one more time before stalking to the door and ripping it open. "He's going to be hidden. The Imagination is him when he gets like this, if he's scared and hurt it's going to protect him."

But the Imagination they step into isn't rolling fields or towering castles or fairytale woods. It's glitching messes of clumps of grass and loose bricks, a white and lifeless sky overhead. Remus growls and breaks into a run.

"Look for anything that is still intact," he barks over his shoulder, "that'll be the last to go."

They run for hours.

A broken scarecrow, its arms dangling by the thinnest splinter as a crow glitches in and out of existence.

A frog, frozen mid-leap as its legs reach for nothing.

A bridge, splintered and torn by something massive except all that's left of it are shards of wooden boards.

They're losing him.

"There," Virgil shouts, pointing, "the tower!"

A single tower, the only thing still intact, stretching as high as the clouds, its shadow as long and thin as a needle as it pierces the last of the ground. They race towards it and crash through the door.

"Whoa!"

"I've got you, I've got you."

"Is everyone alright?"

"Don't fall!"

For there are no stairs inside this tower. Only a bottomless pit that stretches into yawning nothingness. Remus blocks the path with his body, Janus's arms around his waist as Logan and Virgil cling to the crumbling walls.

"How the hell do we get up there?"

"We climb."

"You can't be serious."

Remus hoslters the Morningstar star and digs his hands into the brick. He hoists himself up and glances down. "Sooner or later the rest of this is gonna go. You wanna be down here when it does or you wanna be closer to Roman?"

Brick by brick.

Hand over hand.

Inch by inch.

When Remus finally touches smooth wood, feeling around for the latch of the trapdoor, he shoves it open and they pile in, panting from the effort of it as he looks desperately around for Roman.

In the center of the room, surrounded by a wooden shell, is a pile of blankets and pillows. If he strains, he can hear quiet mutters coming from within. Leaving the others on the floor, he stands up and cautiously makes his way over, crouching down and peeling back the very top layer.

"Oh, Ro…"

Roman lies there, curled into a ball, cobwebs and dust caked on his skin. The only parts free from it are his face and one of his hands, his lips moving just enough to let air circulate and blow it away. Tear tracks are evident in the soot, his voice so overtaxed only the faintest sounds still audible.

Just enough to make them out.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay. Shh. Shh. It's alright. Shh."

A lump rises in Remus's throat and he reaches out shakily, pulling the covers away. "Roro, Roro, it's me. It's me, Ro-Bro, I'm here."

Nothing.

"Roman, it's me," he tries desperately, "Ro-Bro, Ro, Roman!"

"Roman?"

"Roman, it's us."

"Open your eyes, little prince, we're here, it's okay."

Roman twitches slightly as Janus speaks but doesn't stir.

"Why isn't it working? What do we have to do?"

Remus shakes him harder. "Roman, wake up!"

"It won't work."

They all turn to stare at Logan.

"What do you mean," Remus hisses, "that it won't work?"

"He needs to be comforted," Logan says, slowly approaching the shell too, "he—he's trying to comfort himself. Let me try."

Virgil glances at Remus and tugs Patton and Janus back. Remus glares at him but doesn't stop him.

"If you fuck this up—"

"Then I'm your lab rat, I know."

"Good."

Logan takes a deep breath and looks in.

Oh, little one, he thinks as he takes in Roman's poor state, oh, I never meant for this, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

He lifts a shaking hand and fits it clumsily around Roman's.

"Shh," he murmurs, "shh, shh, it's okay. It's alright. It's alright. Shh, shh."

Roman's hand twitches.

"It's okay," he says again, "shh-shh-shh, it's okay. You're alright. It's all okay."

Roman stills, then slumps. Logan fits his other hand to his face, not wincing at how cold it is.

"You're okay," he keeps saying softly, "shh, little one, you're okay. It's alright. It's okay."

The ground rumbles. Color begins to bleed back into the sky. Logan leans down and puts his mouth to Roman's ear.

"I'm sorry, little one," he whispers, "I'm sorry, it's okay. Shh, shh, I'm sorry."

"It's working!"

"Keep going, Logan, it's working."

"Come on, Roman, you can do it."

"Shh, little one, it's okay." He runs his fingers through Roman's hair, shaking loose the dust and debris. "It's all okay now."

Slowly, painfully slowly, he coaxes Roman's Imagination back to life. He brushes away the dust and the cobwebs and murmurs that it's okay, you're alright now, it's going to be alright. Every word that leaves his lips leaves Roman looking a little more like he's just asleep.

He debates with himself for a moment, before leaning up and brushing a kiss across Roman's temple.

"I'm right here."

Something shudders.

"Roman?"

Roman's eyes flutter and slowly open. "L-Logan?"

"Hello, little one," he whispers, "it's okay. I'm here now."

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logan-sanders-enthusiast · 10 months

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electing strange perfections (in any stranger i choose) - Chapter 2

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(logince fae au :])

Roman awoke just like he did every other morning, the smell of freshly fallen summer rain drifting through his window, the sound of the soft wind in the trees outside, rustling through his old faded maroon curtains, ridden with holes and loose strings, carrying the warm morning air into his room.

The young man turned over in his bed and took a deep breath, smiling softly as he felt the breeze tousle his hair slightly. He sat up, pushing the ancient, knitted wool blanket off of him and stretching his arms languidly. He wasn’t in any rush, he only had one thing planned today, and that was not urgent. No, as far as anyone was concerned Roman had all the time in the world to laze around in his bed, enjoy the rays of sun sneaking through his broken window. But he wasn’t going to do that, even though he knew it was well within his ability to stay exactly like this, Roman wanted to get a start on his day.

His bed groaned and creaked as he stood up; the wood was old and temperamental, but it had been like that when he found this place. And he was lucky to find it, truly. He stumbled upon the tiny old cottage deep in the woods completely on accident a few years ago, and when he discovered no one living there but a few moths and house-spiders, he proclaimed himself the owner of it, to which no one disputed or really cared much to notice. It was a bit secluded, a little ways away from the nearest fae population, but it was comfortable, and Roman liked it.

Roman’s day started the moment his feet hit the cracked wooden floors, taking a few moments to stretch and get his body moving. When he felt his limbs had sufficiently been stretched out of sleep, he then picked up the little pot against the wall, which had collected the droplets of water that snuck in the ceiling from the previous night’s rain, and used it to water the various plants he kept around his room. There were plenty, from a large patch of bright orange marigolds growing from a spot where the floor had weathered away in the corner, a beautiful grapevine that had snuck in through his window and wrapped around his walls giving him lovely fruit in the summertime, moss and daisies and daffodils and violets, just to name a few, all poking in their little flowery heads from every corner of the room, growing all year round thanks to a little magical help from Roman.

Plants weren’t the only thing that were welcomingly cluttering up Roman’s space, with almost every surface of the room, in fact the entire cottage, being covered in little trinkets. Most of these trinkets were already in the cottage when he found it, strange little handheld circles that opened to a reflective piece of glass, paper that had been bound tightly together and filled with words in a foreign language, tiny bottles of sweet smelling liquid, pieces of fabric that had been stitched together to make odd pieces of clothing, a circular device with a glass face and hands pointing towards a sequence of symbols around the edge that made such an annoying ticking noise Roman had to pull it apart to get it to stop, long sticks of fragrant wax attached to a ceramic holder that Roman honestly couldn’t figure out the use for; all things that had, at some point, belonged to a human.

Now, Roman wouldn’t say that he had <em>stolen</em> these things, rather he had found them, well at least he had found the ones in the cottage. The ones that he had taken from elsewhere – other areas of the fae realm, parts of the human realm on the rare occasions that he visited – those were just borrowed, and he would gladly return them should anyone come looking for them. For now, he would keep them safe and cared for on display in his home.

Roman was extremely fond of humanity, he always had been fascinated by stories of them and their odd little inventions, so he couldn’t help but be an enthusiastic collector of whatever human trinkets he could get his hands on, even if he didn’t know what most of them were for. Most other fae found this hobby of his to be strange. He supposed it was a part of their nature, wanting to be as far removed from humanity as possible, keeping them at an arm’s length and at the mercy of faekind should they wish to take control. He wasn’t ashamed of his interest, not anymore, but at the very least, he was glad to be a bit more isolated from the rest of his court, away from the judgemental eyes of his kin.

Roman didn’t like to think about it too much, but he kept his spirits up even as it had crossed his mind. He would be travelling into the centre of his court anyway today, might as well show his face proudly, as he did on each occasion that he travelled out.

Faeries were very much a species that kept their head down, but Roman liked to consider himself an exception.

At the thought of Roman having plans to go out, he stuck his head out of his broken window, and looked up at the sun in the sky, squinting at it for a moment to gauge the time before pulling his head back inside. He should probably get moving, Patton would be waiting for him.

Quickly grabbing a small, human-made, fabric basket from a moss ridden set of drawers and running a hand through his hair, Roman walked through his home, past his cramped, cluttered living room and virtually unused kitchen, and outside into the fresh summer air. The young fae took a moment to appreciate the outdoors, breathing in and out in a rhythm with the rustle of the breeze. A fae’s connection to nature was an important thing, and Roman was not one to ignore such a calling. But of course, he had somewhere to be, so he shook himself from his thoughts, cutting his small moment of tranquillity short, and headed off down the familiar trail that lead to the small creek where Patton would be waiting for him.

Connections between fae weren’t in surplus. They were usually few and far between, as their species was certainly one less aligned with traits like trust and friendliness. Even so, connections that did manage to be formed were usually deep and incredibly loyal. Patton had been Roman’s best friend since they were children, and it was normal for them to catch up beside the creek during the late morning, particularly in the summertime. Patton had always had a particular affinity for water, and Roman knew that he liked to visit after it had rained, so he always made a point to visit him when the water was high, his friend knew this.

Roman knew when he was getting closer to the water, the smell of rain was denser and the air was damp and cool down in this part of the woods. It didn’t take much walking along the edge of the running water to get to their usual spot where his friend was waiting, knees deep in the water as he watched fish swim downstream. He looked up as Roman approached and grinned, using his magic to direct a spray of water at Roman, to which he squealed and giggled as he attempted to bat away the mist that got his hair moderately wet.

“Pat! The water’s cold!” Roman spoke in fae tongue, a language that had survived through millennia, made up of stressed vowels and quick words, certainly one that would be difficult to learn.

Patton stuck his tongue out at Roman with a giggle, using the water to guide him back to the edge of the creek, stepping up onto the solid ground and grinning at Roman “We’re still heading to the market?”

Roman pouted dramatically “You don’t wanna catch up with me?”

Patton laughed softly and bumped Roman’s shoulder with his elbow “We can catch up on the way, I want to get to the market before all the herbs are gone. Remember last time we dawdled and by the time we got there, the only thing left was coriander?” he made a face of distaste, before starting to walk away from the water, Roman quick to catch up and fall into a stroll by his side.

There was always much happening in the very centre of their fae court, festivals, dances, celebrations, you name it, but a daily staple of the centre was the marketplace. Many things were traded, vegetables, fruits, flowers, seeds, various materials like silk and wool, anything that could be considered a necessity could be found at the marketplace. It was entirely communal, any fae could take what they needed as long as they gave what they could when they could. Only last week Roman had brought over several large batches of various flowers, and a few days before that Patton had brought root vegetables he had grown by the water. It was a system everyone benefited from, and it kept the community tight knit.

This particular market would be much larger than a usual one, as it followed the new moon, a time when magic was flowing most freely and powerfully. Most fae used magic to grow their crops, so it wasn’t uncommon to use the new moon to finish off the growing period and harvest quickly in time for the market the next morning. It meant better crops for the community, and whether the individuals were close or not didn’t matter, they were a collective.

Roman and Patton talked the entire walk there, catching each other up on the events of the past day that they hadn’t seen each other. Patron spoke about the warming of the rivers and how the summer fish were finally starting to move in to their areas. Roman spoke about new trinkets he had found up in the cliff areas buried deep in the dirt and speculated what they could be used for. He swung his basket in his hands as the conversed, feeling content as the breeze dried his hair.

The warm morning had turned over into a hot afternoon, and when they arrived at the market place, many fae were taking shelter under the denser canopy of the trees, relishing in the cool shade. The market was mostly laid out in the gaps between the canopy, with the sunlight drifting over the items, although there was limited space for such a big market to rest in the sun, so some fae had the ability to peruse the items that rested in the shade on the far side of the market. Produce and materials had been organised and laid out on woven leaves held up by sticks, with a few fae walking between the lengthy rows and picking out things, carrying them in their arms.

Roman made a point, as he did each time he visited, of running straight up to where the flower seeds were, and grabbing a large handful of whatever miscellaneous ones were closest, placing them straight in his basket before running back to Patton to look through the herbs and vegetables.

“What’s that you’re using?” Patton asked curiously, pointing at his basket as he selected a large bundle of basil “I didn’t notice it before”

“It’s some kind of human thing. See, they use their colourful fabrics and sew them together with some handles so that you can carry more things at once!” Roman said with a proud smile, holding up the basket so Patton could see. The fabric was a faded lilac colour, with little white embroidered swans on it. It was obvious that it was old, with the fabric being quite worn in some areas and the embroidery being missing in others, but it was still functional. “I’ve had it laying around my home for ages but I’ve never realised what it was for until a couple moons ago”

“Well hey that’s pretty cool!” Patton said with a grin, admiring the basket before looking back at Roman “Seems easier than carrying everything in your arms”

Roman flashed a bright grin back and nodded in agreement, grabbing a couple handfuls of herbs and dried tea leaves to put in his basket along with his seeds. Patton had always been supportive of his interest in humanity, even if he didn’t have the same enthusiastic curiosity about the topic like he did. Patton was the one who helped him fix up the cottage to make it liveable, the one who speculated the uses of different human objects with him, the one who tried to learn a human language with him. Roman was really grateful for his friend, it was nice to at least have one person who didn’t find his hobby so strange.

And of course, as they walked further through the rows of produce, and passed more and more fae, it was becoming increasingly obvious to Roman that pretty much everyone didn’t find his little human knick-knacks as welcome as he did. He began to notice fae looking at his basket with strange and confused expressions, some fae whispering to their companion if they had one with them, others making a quiet, sharp noise of disapproval. Not for the first time, Roman felt their judgement, and it made him feel small.

Patton seemed to have noticed this after a while, as he turned to Roman with a concerned look in his eyes “You feeling okay Ro?”

“Hm?” Roman said, lost in his thoughts until he heard Patton speak to him “Oh… yeah, I’m fine it’s just… I think I’m weirding people out a bit, maybe I should go”

Patton frowned and shook his head “You don’t have to Ro… it’s just…” He paused, then sighed “You know they’re not used to it… all this human stuff”

Roman put on a small smile and nodded “Yeah I know, and it’s okay, I get it. The basket was probably a bad idea” he sighed a bit and looked down at the basket in his hands, his eyes tracing over the messy embroidery “I wont bring it next time… but hey I should probably get home anyways… I uh, didn’t water my flowers this morning and I don’t want them to wilt with all this sunlight”

Patton looked sceptical still, but didn’t push any further, just nodding and offering Roman a sympathetic smile “You sure you’re okay?”

Roman smiled back, but it was slightly pinched “Never been better Pat, don’t worry about me” he said, wishing him goodbye with a nod of his head before turning around and heading away from the market, avoiding the eyes of and fae that he passed. He knew that fae were usually quick to reject anything remotely related to humanity. That was just they way they were. For as long as Roman could remember, he had always been told stories of how evil humans could be, and how fae should strive to never become like them, but the books in his cottage and the stories from the elders when he was a child told him different things. They recounted the cleverness of humanity, their capacity for friendship, the way they seemed to always try and make things right. Many fae would say those stories aren’t true, that the real humanity was cold and cruel, but Roman had always been stubborn in his beliefs.

Even so, as he walked away from the market and back into the shade of the woods, he understood that even just a small, embroidered basket was a bit too ‘human’ for the common area of his court. Maybe it was better if he left his trinkets at home.

He walked back through the woods, taking a small trail that lead back in the direction of his home, slightly dejected, but trying to lift his spirits. The summer afternoon had dried up all the remnants of the previous night’s rain, but he knew that the soil would still carry enough moisture, and would probably still be more fertile that usual thanks to the new moon, so he could plant his flower seeds when he got home, then harvest some of his vegetables for tomorrows market, maybe even try cooking something instead of eating whatever fruit had ripened in his garden; he was pretty sure he had enough firewood for that. The thought of returning home to his comfortable afternoon routine did lighten the weight on his shoulders quite a bit, and any previous negative thoughts were soon forgotten as he quickened his walking pace, eager to get back home as soon as possible, until suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks.

Now, every species had instinct, this was known, but faeries instincts tended to be rather heightened, fine-tuned alongside their unique ability to adapt to any environment, and at that moment, Roman felt his instincts spike. He couldn’t explain why, but as he looked around the woods, deafeningly silent, he felt the urge to go off trail, like there was something there that he was supposed to find.

Roman wasn’t the type to ignore such a calling, so, with a final wistful look towards the direction of his cottage, he turned away from the trail, and started walking in another direction, deeper in the woods.

The young fae walked slowly and silently, his light footsteps making no noise on the leaf littered ground. He didn’t know why his instincts told him to walk this way, he didn’t know what he was supposed to be looking for, but as he got closer, he heard it; the rustling of someone walking, laboured breathing, as if they were in pain or frightened. Roman quickened his pace, still staying as silent as he could manage, and when he finally reached the clearing that the noises were coming from, he hid himself behind a tree, wanting to get a closer look before he just walked right on out. Slowly, he peered out from behind the trunk of the tree, his eyes widening at what he saw.

It was a young man, appearing to be no older that Roman, kneeling on the ground. He had a pained expression on his face, as he picked out tiny, jagged pieces of rock from his scraped up palms and knees, his eyes wincing from behind strange frames that rested on his face, an item that Roman instantly recognised from something from his collection of trinkets, a human accessory.

He didn’t believe it first, but as he took in more of the young man’s appearance – his round ears, his clothing, the complete un-fae look about him – and he had to cover his mouth with his hand to stop himself from gasping; it was a human! A human in the fae realm!

His excitement and surprise quickly faded to concern. The fae realm was not a safe space for a human, certainly not one that was injured and on his own. Roman had to do something, he had to help him, his instinct was calling out for him to help him.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Roman took a step out from behind the tree, speaking softly and trying his best not to startle the poor thing “Hello? Are you lost?” he said, speaking in fae tongue at first.

The human’s head shot up and his eyes widened as they landed on Roman. He scrambled to his feet and took a few steps backwards, his body tense with fear. He didn’t respond to Roman’s words with his own, so the fae figured he didn’t understand his language, and tried a different approach.

“English?” Roman rasped out, wincing at his strange accent and how foreign the words felt on his tongue. It had certainly been a long while since he had spoken English, as few fae appreciated other languages ‘invading’ their court. Back when Roman was a child, it had been taught by elders, but as newer, younger, fae stepped up to lead in their place, the human language had been largely shunned. Luckily, Roman had enlisted the help of Patton to help continue to teach each other to read and write and speak through the books he had stumbled upon, tucked away in a little wooden bookshelf in corner of his cottage, that skill becoming quite useful at a time like this. “Do… you speak.. English?”

The human promptly turned on his heel and ran.

Roman, certainly not willing to let this poor human go running off into the wilderness alone, dropped his basket of things in a hurry and immediately set off in close pursuit behind him.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 9 months

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Choking And Spanking

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Logince (Logan x Roman) Day 4: Choking/Spanking Warnings: degradation, spanking, choking, sex, minor angst

"You need to work on setting realistic goals," Logan says, as Roman pushes open the door to his room. His hands are on Logan's hips, and he's pushing the logical trait into his room.

"And you need to work on having a bit more fun," Roman retaliates, pushing Logan down onto the bed.

Logan huffs, his eyes narrowed. "And is this your definition of 'fun?' Seems more like something your brother would be into."

"You comparing me to him?"

"Of course not, I'm just stating facts. You have to admit, he's the one with a high libido."

"But I'm the one with better skills when it comes to treating my partner," Roman counters, placing a kiss to Logan's cheek. Logan looks indifferent at the contact.

"You're so wrapped up in your head most of the time that you usually forget about your partner," Logan refutes. "Besides, unless your definition of treating someone well is you begging them to fuck you, I'd argue you hardly treat them at all."

Roman frowns slightly. "You really believe that?"

"Of course I do," Logan answers, sitting himself up and pushing Roman up with him, the fanciful trait now being seated in his lap. "Can you remember the last time you did something for me, without thinking about what you'd get out of the experience."

Roman opens his mouth to answer, before closing it. He thinks back over their relationship, realizing he's never really done something solely for Logan.

His eyes brim with tears, and Logan's demeanor softens almost immediately.

"Hey, Roman, I didn't mean to make you feel bad," Logan says, awkwardly rubbing Roman's hip. He wasn't the greatest at sugar coating things, and he tended to be rather blunt.

And it seems like now what he had said had affected Roman in a negative way, and Logan had no idea how to fix it.

Roman sniffles, burying his face in Logan's shoulder. His voice is muffled as he says "I know," and Logan feels worse about what he said.

"It's just that... you're right. I've never done anything for you. I've just been existing like a parasite at your side, begging and wanting and taking, and never giving anything in return. I'm a horrible boyfriend."

"You're not-"

"I am! You just implied it; don't lie to me, Logan!"

Logan frowned, setting his hands on Roman's shoulders and pushing him back slightly. "Roman, I'm not lying. You know I see no point in it," he says, before gently cupping Roman's cheek. "I'm sorry for what I may have implied, but I want to let you know it was never my intention to upset you."

Roman leaned into his hand, but still looked rather sad. Logan sighed softly.

"You originally were planning on initiating intercourse, right?" Logan asks, his other hand gently rubbing Roman's side. Roman nods slowly, glancing up at Logan's face.

Logan gives him a small smile, and it makes Roman's heart flutter. Logan didn't smile often, so Roman always found it super special when he did.

"I know you like when things get... rougher, per se," Logan begins, noticing the way Roman immediately perks up. He's interested... eager, almost. And Logan's smile widens, just a little bit.

Sure, sex doesn't solve anything, but that's what Roman had originally wanted to do, and Logan wanted to indulge him in his wants.

"Well, we can still do that. But... if you're really feeling bad about what I said, how about I punish you?" Logan suggests, voice low. A shiver courses through Roman's body, and he's nodding, excited over what's to come.

Logan presses a sweet kiss to Roman's lips, before he urges the man off his lap. Roman scrambles to do so immediately, flopping down on his back with his legs spread. He awaits instruction, which Logan is happy to give him.

Starting with ordering him to strip.

Roman does so almost instantly, pulling his clothes off his body without hesitation. He was the furthest away from insecure, when it came to his body at least.

He knew he was hot, and Logan tended to remind him that he was beautiful (in his own way of telling Roman that who cared what his body looked like because it was muscle and skin and bones, and how everybody had one).

Logan hums, running his hands over Roman's body. Roman smiles at the contact, before Logan's hands are moving away from his body, and to his own clothes.

"Roll over for me, Roman," Logan instructs, as he pulls his own shirt off. Roman takes a moment to admire his boyfriend's toned chest, before he does as Logan says and rolls over onto his hands and knees. Logan's hands are back on him almost immediately, roaming over his back and squeezing his ass, and Roman's face turns pink as Logan continues to feel him up.

He then lets out a surprised squeak as Logan's hand comes down hard on his ass.

He hears Logan chuckle behind him. "I did say this was a punishment, didn't I?"

Roman nods his head, letting out a whine as Logan rubs over the place he just smacked.

"You're going to count for me, okay Roman? Starting from one," Logan orders, and Roman nods again, letting out a mix of a moan and a whine when Logan's hand comes down on his ass again.

"One," he breathes out, sticking his ass out farther, enjoying the pain as Logan hit him and the sting that was left behind after he did.

He hardly had time to recover, before Logan's hand came down again.

"Two," Roman moans out, shoving his face into the sheets in order to make himself sound less pathetic. He closed his legs, too, hoping to hide how hard his cock had gotten at the pain.

Mere seconds after he said the number, Logan spanks him again, and Roman moans again, letting out a pathetic "three."

They continue like this, all the way up to ten. Roman's eyes are brimming with tears, a few having already spilled down his face due to the pain, and his ass burned from the smacks. He was almost unbearably hard at this point, however, and he gasped when Logan flipped him over.

"You okay?" Logan asks him, placing a kiss against Roman's neck, as he straddles Roman's thigh. His own leg is pressed against Roman's cock. Roman nods, hand reaching up and lacing his fingers through Logan's hair.

"Yeah," Roman breathes out, tilting his head to make his neck easier to access. Logan smiled and immediately began pressing kisses and nipping at the skin, Roman letting out soft moans and whines. His cock is begging to be touched, and he bucks his hips up, grinding it against Logan's leg.

"Logan, please," Roman whines, gently tugging on Logan's hair. Logan rubs his leg against Roman's cock, the prince letting out a moan.

Logan doesn't ask him what he means, knowing what Roman wants. He leans over to the end table, grabbing some lube out of it. They didn't have sex often, mostly because Logan had no desire too, but Roman was horny a lot more than one would initially think he'd be.

Logan squirts some of the lube on his fingers, before setting the bottle to the side.

He wastes no time pushing one of his fingers into Roman, the man letting out a whine at the weird feeling. It didn't feel bad, per se, just different. Logan made sure to stretch him every time they fucked, mostly because he wanted to hear Roman's pathetic noises.

Logan pushes a second finger in, scissoring them and curling them in order to effectively stretch Roman out. When Logan pushes in a third, he's pumping them in and out of Roman, and Roman's trying to rock himself back on them.

Sadly, Logan pulls his fingers out, and Roman whines at the loss. Logan rolls his eyes, as he pulls his own pants and boxers off.

"Hush, Roman, you'll get what you want soon enough."

"But you're taking so long," Roman whines, bucking his hips. He just wanted to be fucked, and Logan wouldn't hurry up and get to it.

Logan tsks, as he lubes up his cock. "Keep whining and I'll make you wait longer," he threatens, narrowing his eyes. Roman whines again at the all-too-real threat, and tries to keep his mouth shut.

But... Logan has an idea, sparked by his own words.

He lined himself up with Roman's entrance and pushed himself in. Roman lets out a moan, but is silenced suddenly as Logan wraps his hand around Roman's throat. Roman's eyes roll back into his head at the sensation, loving the feeling of his blood flow being restricted.

He though the spanking was as rough as Logan was going to go, but he was definitely pleased that the man went further.

Logan didn't start off slow, he went straight to pounding into Roman's ass. The creative trait did say he wanted Logan to hurry up.

Logan's hand eased up around Roman's neck, and Roman sucked in a large breath, before letting out a moan.

"Logan, Logan, Logan," Roman chants, before pressure is reapplied to his throat. He arches his back at the sensation, drool dripping down his chin. He's in absolute heaven right now, and judging from the grunts and groans coming from Logan, he was enjoying himself too.

The hand that's not wrapped around Roman's throat is holding tight to Roman's hip, Logan's nails digging into the skin.

He's determined, as he usually is, to nail that spot that will drive Roman up the wall. And after a few altered thrusts, he finds it. Roman lets out a strangled cry as his back arches, and Logan smiles smugly.

He continues abusing that spot, enjoying all the choked moans and whines Roman let's out.

They continue like this, Logan occasionally easing up on Roman's throat so the prince doesn't pass out on him, until Roman manages to choke out a "close."

Logan's hand that was digging into Roman's hip instead moves to his cock, jerking Roman off in tune with his thrusts. Roman moans, bucking up into Logan's hand.

He comes moments later with a choked moan, clamping his ass down on Logan's cock, pushing Logan over the edge and causing the man to spill his seed inside of Roman. Roman whines at the feeling, as Logan rides out his orgasm, before pulling out.

"You okay?" Logan asks, gently massaging Roman's hips.

Roman nods, before asking "can we take a shower? I feel gross."

Logan nods, sliding off the bed before carrying Roman to the prince's bathroom.

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