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Hey so I got one for you Logan a curious scientist stumbles upon a code siren instead of of the normal fish half it's an octopus bottom and he goes by Remus they end up getting close and Remus doesn't mind being in an aquarium because Logan is always there

This was actually pretty tough to write! I wasn’t sure where I should start or end the fic, and I rewrote it a few times.

Hopefully you enjoy the outcome either way!

Also, sorry for the super long wait!

Word Count: 1,939

The salty air stung Logan’s nose as he scanned over the surrounding waters, gaze searching for something, any sign of the creature that had been described on the news earlier that morning.

“Are you sure there’s even a creature out here?” Thomas asked from his seat on the deck, gaze focused on a variety of books placed around him, each flipped to a certain page, “I know what the books and news say, but…” he trailed off, shaking his head at the idea of all their efforts going to waste, just because of some source getting their information wrong.

“Don’t you worry, Thomas,” Logan reassured, flashing his co-worker a quick smile, “There will be something out here, I’m sure of it,” he gestured to the books littering the floor, “After all, the research is all there.”

“But a siren?” Thomas couldn’t help but reply, leaning back in his chair and shifting his gaze towards the bright blue sky, “We may as well sign our death warrants now,” he muttered in defeat.

“Remember, Thomas, not all sirens are bad,” Logan explained, flipping through the book he held in his hand, “All of them can be morally gray, from what I have researched. For example, Savior Sirens help guide ships through storms and dangerous waters,” he turned to hold up a drawing of said siren, gently tapping the page with his finger.

“You mean there’s different types?” Thomas groaned, rubbing his hands over his eyes in frustration.

“Yes, so we may not be sure which type we find,” Logan gestured to the bag that was laying by Thomas’ feet, “Which is why I prepared us for any and all types that we may come across in this area.”

Thomas sighed, glancing down at the massive duffel bag, “Well, I’m glad you’re more prepared than I am for this,” he admitted, picking up the bag and digging through it, scanning over the various items that Logan had brought with him.

“Of course I’m prepared, why else would I bring two lifeboats with us?”

“You know, I was going to ask about that…” Thomas hummed as he glanced over at the two small lifeboats that were tucked on the side of the ship, “They look more like canoes…”

“Well, you try fitting two big lifeboats on our tiny sailboat,” Logan snapped in reply, his gaze holding an amusement to it.

“Yeah, alright, fair enough.”

————

Night had fallen. Thomas had gone to bed, and Logan was left up on his own, several cups of coffee littering the floor, keeping pages pinned to the ground. He was skimming through various pages he had previously bookmarked, refreshing his mind on what he may expect if he and Thomas did encounter a siren.

Occasionally, he flicked his gaze to the dark ocean, hoping for something, anything, to suddenly show up and prove his research wasn’t all for naught. He didn’t just wish to prove himself right, he was desperate for knowledge about the mysterious and beautiful creatures that would either help or harm the people that come across them.

“So, are you a weird conspiracy nut like the others?”

Logan blinked several times as the unfamiliar voice registering in his brain. He looked up from his book, finding a man—no, don’t be ridiculous, Logan, it’s obviously the siren—was resting against the edge of the boat, arms crossed as it leaned forward slightly, staring at him curiously, “I’m a scientist, actually,” Logan corrected, closing his book and shifting his gaze around his surroundings. When had it…?

“Huh, don’t get many of those out here,” the creature hummed, “Say, what’s it like living on the surface?” it asked, resting it’s gin in the palm of his hand, “My dopey brother has been begging me to ask you about it for the past few hours, but he’s too much of a chicken to come over here himself.”

“Remus!” a second voice snapped, just barely a whisper—Logan almost missed it over the swaying ocean.

“What? I’m just telling him the truth!”

“Um, I’m sorry, but,” Logan quickly cut into the conversation before a possible argument broke out, “What type of siren are you, exactly?” he asked, “You’re not seducing me into a watery grave, which leaves out Killer Sirens,” he quietly muttered to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he tried to recall the different types that lurked in the sea.

Remus, as the siren was called, raised an eyebrow, tilting it’s head to the side, “You’re a weird one, you know that?” it commented, “Certainly not like most humans Roman and I run into.”

Logan dug through his bag, pulling out a stack of several empty notebooks, “That makes sense, considering sirens are known for being killers, it would be logical to assume I’m one of the first people who hasn’t tried to run away or kill you out of fear right away,” he rambled, glaring down at the bag, “Where did I put my…” he grumbled in annoyance.

“Uh… yeah…”

The scientist noticed out of the corner of his eye that a second Siren had slowly risen up beside Remus, gaze hesitant, “So, will you tell us what it’s like being human?” it asked.

“Gladly,” Logan replied, letting out a quiet “Ah-ha!” in triumph as he finally found his pen.

“Really?” the siren beside Remus excitedly asked, eyes wide with wonder, “You’d do that for us?” it asked, pure joy in it’s eyes.

“Under one condition,” Logan picked up his notebooks and chair, carrying it over to where the two sirens were, “You answer any and all my questions honestly, just as I will do for you,” he sat down in the chair and flipped open the first notebook, clicking his pen twice, “Do we have a deal?”

“I don’t see why not, handsome!” Remus offered Logan a wide grin, “This is my little brother Roman, by the way,” it gestured to the siren beside it.

“Hi,” Roman chirped, offering a light wave to the scientist.

“Right, nice to meet both of you,” Logan offered the two a small smile, “I’m Logan.”

————

The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, causing a pink and blue mix to fill the sky. Logan had been talking with the two sirens for several hours now, and had just about filled up his fifth notebook with information.

“Gosh, learning about the human world has been so much fun!” Roman chirped, swishing his tail with excitement, causing a loud splash in the water, “I’d love to see all of this stuff in person!”

“Your history is rather interesting as well,” Logan replied, gently closing his notebook and placing it on the pile with the others, “But it’s getting rather early, and my co-worker and should probably start heading back to our separate homes soon.”

“Aw,” Roman wined, slowly sinking back into the water, “This is unfair!”

Remus eyed Logan, a look in his gaze that Logan couldn’t read, “How about we come with you?” he offered.

Logan blinked several times, “Come… Come with me?” he slowly asked.

“Yes!” Roman declared, popping back up to the surface, accidentally flicking water in Logan’s face, “We could come with you and tell you more about our history!”

“Well…” Logan quietly thought over the proposal. It would be very useful to keep the two in an aquarium, but surely they’d get bored, plus he’d have to take up the decision with Thomas.

“Lo? Who you talking to?”

Speak of the devil.

Thomas cracked a loud yawn as he walked onto the deck, covering his mouth with his fist, “Your mom call you, or…” he trailed off as his tired eyes finally adjusted to his surroundings. He blinked, staring at the two sirens with a stunned silence, “I… I think I’m gonna go back to bed…” he slowly began after a moment of silence, turning to make his way back to his room.

“Hold on just a minute, Sanders!” Logan quickly stood up from his chair, causing it to clatter to the floor. He grabbed Thomas’ shoulder and quickly spun him around, a wide smile on his face, “Thomas, they,” he gestured to Remus and Roman, “Are the sirens we’ve been looking for,” he explained, placing a hand on Thomas’ back and guiding him over to the two brothers, “Their names are Remus and Roman, both are, apparently, a rare type of siren.”

“Uh, nice… nice to meet you…” Thomas slowly replied, offering a light wave, “I’m Thomas…”

“Hey,” Remus and Roman replied in unison, returning the wave.

————

One explanation later, Thomas and Logan found themselves returning home with two sirens in tow.

Thomas and Roman were discussing various topics on one side of the boat, while Logan silently read his book with Remus sitting on top of the railing beside him.

“What are you reading?” Remus asked, staring at Logan as he read from a book that didn’t seem to have a title to it.

“Grimm Fairy Tales,” Logan replied, glancing up at the siren. He still found it rather fascinating that Remus and Roman were both rare—Remus was half octopus, while Roman was half great white. The two had been separated from their families and found each other only a year later. With no way of reconnecting with their family, they decided to make their own. It was a very warm hearted story, to say the least.

“What’s it about?” Remus inquired, adjusting his sitting position to peer of Logan’s shoulder, “And how come it doesn’t have a title?”

“It’s a collection of very dark fairy tales,” the scientist explained, “And it does have a title, some books just don’t have one on the front cover,” he gently tapped the cover of the book with his pointer finger, “Would you like me to read you some?”

Remus thought over the question, offering a small shrug, “Sure, it’d be interesting to see what strange stories you humans can come up with,” he couldn’t help but smile—expression unreadable, “And I like hearing you talk, so this is a win-win situation,” he chirped.

“Right,” Logan nervously cleared his throat at Remus’ sudden compliment, “Uh, well, could I ask you a quick question?”

Remus gave a small hum in reply.

“Why did you agree to come with us? You could have easily killed both me and Thomas, and lived the rest of your life without ever knowing us, or the people that will be waiting for you back at our work place.”

“Well, for one, Roman and I haven’t killed anyone in over three centuries,” Remus replied, a small smile gracing his face, “Because back then, humans went a bit crazy.”

Logan nodded in agreement, looking back on all the history he had learned.

“And for two,” the siren shifted his head so he was next to Logan’s ear, “Just between you and me, you’re a pretty nice guy.”

“Oh…” Logan muttered, blinking several times as the information registered in his head, “Oh!” he exclaimed, the realization hitting him. This was what flirting was!

A light laugh left Remus as Logan’s face went a shade of pink, “So, yeah, I wouldn’t mind being stuck in an aquarium if it meant I got to see you every day,” he chirped, offering a soft grin.

“Uh, I…” Logan rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his face, “Thank you…” he quietly replied.

“No need to thank me!” the siren chimed, gesturing to the book in Logan’s hand, “Now, go ahead and read me some of those fairy tales!”

Logan flicked his gaze back to the book, almost like he’d forgotten about it, “Ah, right!” he scanned over the page he had previously been looking at, reading over the words out loud.

Thomas and Roman watched the interaction from a distance, both exchanging a glance, “Well, looks like we’re a whole third wheel, huh?” Thomas offered a grin to Roman.

“Eh? What do you mean?” Roman questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“Ah, forget it,” Thomas waved a hand to dismiss the topic, “It’s not importation.”

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iamjustyouraveragefander · 6 years ago

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Could I ask one of Dignified prince logan of (insert kingdom) being grabbed and pulled into a dance by trashy , Younger brother of his royal friend Roman, Remus duke of (insert kingdom). And as soon as they start dancing the waltz turns into a Salsa dance music,, they knew eachother for a bit but this is first time logan's really "interacted" with remus They quickly dance and remus is having a blast while logan is a secret disaster gay and Roman was the one who gave remus the confidence to 1/2

Here you are!

I’m a big sucker for Platonic Roceit, but it can also be up to interpretation! So, if you want, you can read it as Romantic!

Also, Deceit’s name is Damian, cause I thought it was fitting.

Also, sorry for the really long wait!

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Logan couldn’t help but sigh as he gently slid a book back into its proper place on the shelf.

“Why so glum, young majesty?” Patton asked from his seat at one of the library tables, pausing his writing to swiftly dab more ink onto the quill, “Is it the royal ball?” he inquired, continuing on with his notes.

The young prince replied with a small hum, gaze remaining on the various books littering the shelf, “I thought I told you to address me by my name?”

“Well, you did, but the King—”

“Patton, we’ve been companions since we were children, I don’t care what my father says, call me by my name,” his voice held a hint of authority to it, with a side of annoyance. He didn’t like the constant reminder of his royal status, and one less person referring to him as a high title made it easier to forget.

It’s not that he didn’t enjoy his life in the castle. He rather liked learning new things, and conversing with the staff, but the idea that he would be forced into marriage shortly after his upcoming birthday made his stomach sink. He knew he had to marry and bring in the next generation to take his place, but the idea of being with a woman made him… uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Logan,” Patton tried again, offering a small smile towards his friend, “Are you upset about the upcoming ball?” he asked, gently placing down his quill and standing up from his seat, stretching out his arms, “Because if you are, why don’t you just skip it?”

“You know I can’t do that,” Logan finally turned his focus to Patton, “And, I’m just worried, is all,” he explained, “You know of my dislike for…” he trailed off, making a small gesture with his hand, fearing that if he said the word out loud someone might hear and tell his father.

“Ah, well,” Patton came a little closer, lowering his voice so only Logan could hear, “If it makes you feel better, a little birdie told me—”

“Bird’s can’t talk.”

“—that two very handsome, young princes will be attending the event, at your father’s request,” he chirped in a sing-song voice.

“Really?” Logan inquired, raising an eyebrow curiously, “Would they be from the Cican Empire?”

“Mhm,” Patton nodded in reply, a wide smile on his face, “You remember them, don’t you?” he asked.

Logan did, in fact. He had been very isolated during his younger years, always studying in his room or the library, but that hadn’t stopped him from meeting Roman. He was a bit of an adventurous type, and had stumbled upon Logan in the library, where his parents had shoo’d him off to. The first thing Roman had said—more so demanded—to him was, “Be thy enemy or thy friend, handsome, young bookworm?” as he held up a wooden sword in front of him. And the first thing Logan had replied with was, “Did you just call me a ‘handsome bookworm?’”

Long story short, the result ended with the two princes becoming close friends.

“So,” Patton rocked back and fourth on his heels, “Are you less worried?” he was still smiling, waiting for the prince’s response.

“Well,” Logan thought over his options, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and closing his eyes, “I suppose…” he slowly replied, opening his eyes and offering the faintest of smiles towards Patton, “It would be nice to see Roman again, and finally be introduced to his twin brother,” he stated finally.

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot about him!”

————

“Logan!”

A loud yelp escaped Logan’s lungs as he felt someone wrap their arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

“How have you been, my dear friend?” Roman asked, a wide grin on his face as he rested his chin on Logan’s shoulder.

“I though I told you not to sneak up on me like that?” Logan replied flatly, shooting a glare at his friend with mild annoyance.

“I couldn’t help it! I’ve missed you an endless amount!” the adventures prince chirped, briefly tightening his hold on Logan before releasing him from the hug, adjusting his position so he was standing in front of Logan, “So, how have you been?” Roman repeated the question, still smiling wide, “I read in your letters you’ve been thinking of writing a book! Will there be any dashing young heroes? If you need an example, I’d be happy to volunteer,” he rambled excitedly, practically bouncing up and down as the two began their walk down the hallway towards the ballroom.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh at Roman’s excitement, shaking his head in amusement, “I wasn’t planning to write a fairy tale,” he explained, gaze briefly glancing around to take note of the lack of company, “It would be a factual book, possibly about the history of our kingdoms.”

“But that sounds so boring,” Roman groaned, sulking his shoulders, “Why not write something fun? Like our adventures we had around the castle?”

“Oh, yes, I’m sure people would enjoy reading about two young princes almost setting the kitchen on fire because they were attempting to bake a cake, nearly breaking a vase because someone’s wooden sword slipped form their hand, and practically destroying the entirety of the garden because they tried to use magic unsupervised.”

“Exactly!” Roman exclaimed, missing the sarcasm that was held in Logan’s voice, “‘The Adventures of Prince Roman and Prince Logan—featuring Patton and Virgil,’” he was practically beaming at the idea.

Logan smiled sadly at the memories, “My father would disapprove of such a book,” he quietly muttered, “Where is your brother and your adviser?” he asked, quickly changing the topic.

Roman gave a small shrug in response, “Probably still in the ballroom,” he replied simply, “I abandoned them to search for you, cause I wanted to have you to myself for at least a bit,” he explained.

“Ah,” Logan nodded in understanding, “Makes since, we haven’t seen each other in person for—”

“Two full years!” Roman chimed in, grabbing hold of Logan’s hand and tugging him along as he quickened his pace, “But now I can finally introduce you to my brother! I think you’ll like him!” he exclaimed, offering the bookish prince a wide smile.

Logan sighed, unable to stop the smile from resting on his face. It would definitely be interesting to meet with the unnamed brother. He silently wondered what he was like, possibly like Roman? Was he just as creative and adventurous? Was his smile just as bright?

A million questions filled Logan’s head the longer he waited for Roman to introduce him to his older twin—“Just by fourteen seconds!” Roman had told him one day, unable to keep from sulking at the thought of being the youngest of the pair.

————

A cool breeze tussled Remus’ hair as he watched the crowed of people interacting with one another, some sharing dances, others stuffing their faces with wine and food. He couldn’t help the annoyed sigh that left him as he leaned back against the railing of the balcony, “This is absolutely ridiculous,” he muttered, tugging at his too tight collar, “Why did I even have to wear this stupid thing? I have much more comfortable clothes than this!”

“You’re just bitter because Roman abandoned you to hang out with a cute boy,” Damian replied by Remus’ side, an amused smirk playing on his face.

The duke continued to loosen his tie, even if he knew he’d end up being lectured by his parents if they saw he’d ruined his outfit, once again, “Maybe…” he muttered, gently digging his heel into the floor.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry, too much,” the adviser reassured, “He’ll be back once he find’s Logan.”

“You know this, how?”

Damian simply shrugged, as if the answer was obvious, “He told me.”

Remus gave a small hum in reply, “We probably shouldn’t have moved from our original spot then, huh?”

“No, probably not, but it’s too late now.”

————

Roman gently opened the door, the quiet of the hallway immediately being shattered by the endless chit chat, soft music, and clinking of glass. He slowly lead Logan through the crowed, gaze frantically searching for where his brother and adviser had gone off to.

Logan absentmindedly tightened his hold on his friend’s hand, fear creeping up on him. He didn’t mind Roman holding his hand, but he knew his father would. “When were you going to tell me you were having a secret relationship with another man? Prince Roman, no less!” is what his father would probably say, only for Logan to try and explain they weren’t in a romantic relationship, just very close friends.

“Where in the world…” Roman quietly muttered, finally sighing in frustration, “Okay, how about this,” he quickly pulled Logan over by the food table, releasing his hand, only to place both on his shoulders and adjust his standing position, “Stay here, and I’ll go find them,” he offered one last smile before disappearing into the sea of people.

“Oh, hey, L,” came a familiar voice.

Logan turned his head in the direction the voice had come from, finding Virgil was approaching him, a tray stacked with wine in his hand. He smiled, giving a light wave, “I thought you weren’t aloud to be around alcohol,” he noted, gaze flicking to the plate, “Your mother would be very disappointed,” he teased.

“It’s grape juice,” Virgil corrected, gently nudge the prince in the arm with his elbow, a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, my apologies, then.”

There was a pause as the two stared at each other, only to quietly start laughing at their interaction, both taking some comfort in the familiar presence.

“So, what brings you to the food table?” Virgil asked, a curious look in his eyes, “Princey abandon you for a cute boy?”

“Not exactly,” Logan took one of the glasses off the try, taking a drink from it, “He’s introducing me to his brother,” he explained.

“Oh, Gods,” Virgil muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What?”

Virgil shook his head, “Nothing, it’s just…” he trailed off, gaze fixed on the crowd of people, “He’s a bit… eccentric, to say the least.”

The statement made something in Logan shift, his questions from earlier returning. What in the world was he expecting from this brother? Virgil seemed unsettled by the mention of him, was that because they shared a previous history that Logan wasn’t aware of?

“Lo-o-ogan!” Romans’ sing-song voice cut through his thoughts, “I have a Duke for you to meet!”

At the mention of Roman’s brother, Virgil quickly made himself scarce, wishing Logan luck as he disappeared back into the bundle of people.

Logan’s eyes locked onto the very messy attire being worn by the Duke. His tie hung lose around his neck, his two top buttons on his shirt were undone, he had rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and half his shirt was tucked in, while the other was pulled out. In short, he was an absolute disaster compared to Roman, and anyone else in the room, really.

“This is my dear brother,” Roman gestured to the walking disaster, “Remus, a Duke,” he turned to Remus, gesturing to his friend, “Remus, this is Logan, the friend I was telling you so much about,” he explained.

Remus seemed to do a quick once over of Logan’s outfit, offering a lopsided grin and extending his hand, “Nice ta meet ya, Glasses,” he greeted.

“Uh…” Logan had to do a double take. This had been the second time in his life someone had greeted him so unprofessionally, “Did you just call me, ‘Glasses?’” he asked, slowly shaking the hand that had been extended to him.

“Yep!” Remus replied, “Not a huge fan of all that ‘your majesty,’ business. I find it rather stiff, if you ask me,” he rambled, “I mean, why can’t you just talk to someone like a normal person, ya know?”

“Eh, right…” Logan’s brain was still trying to catch up. He hadn’t expected Remus to be exactly like Roman, but this? He was so… different.

Roman smile wide, clasping his hands together, “Well, I’ll leave the two of you alone for a bit,” he chirped, flicking his gaze between the pair, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, alright!” he practically sang as he skipped off to who knows where.

The prince and duke were left facing each other, a sort of awkwardness in the air as both tried to think of something they could add to the conversation.

“Uh, so,” Logan cleared his throat, gesturing to the unkept outfit, “Your parents let you come here dressed like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t necessarily mind Remus’ outfit—if he wished to wear it, how did Logan have any right to stop him?—but surely his father would, and the last think Logan wanted was to be lectured about the type of company he kept with him.

“Oh, Gods, no,” Remus replied in amusement, “I did this to make myself more comfortable,” his eyes briefly did a once over of Logan’s outfit for the second time, “I mean, wearing a suit for almost eight to nine hours can’t be that comfortable.”

“Well, what do you normally wear when you go out?” Logan huffed, briefly adjusting his tie.

“Easy, I don’t!” Remus chimed, grin still wide, “Most of the time my parents keep me at home because of how much of a disappointment I am, but what can you do,” he gave a small shrug, his smile unwavering.

Logan blinked, staring at the duke with some surprise that he had spoken the way he did. It had come out out of his mouth with such ease, “They’re disappointed in you…?” Logan slowly asked, unsure of where-else to take the conversation.

“Mhm,” Remus nodded in reply, “In fact, the only reason they let me out of the castle tonight is because Roman insisted,” he briefly turned his head towards the various guests dancing in pairs.

Logan wasn’t sure how to respond. This walking disaster had many similarities to Roman, which didn’t come off as too much of a surprise, but the fact that he seemed to speak with no filter was something the prince hadn’t been expecting, nor that he spoke about his parents disapproval with no care in the world, like their opinions didn’t matter to him.

“Do you want to dance?” Remus suddenly asked, turning his focus back to Logan, a small smile on his face, softer than the grin he had previously been wearing, “Unless your daddy think’s you’re too prim and proper to be seen dancing with a mess like me,” he teased, the wide grin from earlier returning across his face—and did he just wink?

“I—” Logan sputtered, hating the way his face flushed in embarrassment, “For your information, I am fully capable of making my own decisions!” he snapped, crossing his arms and shooting a hard glare at the duke, “My father doesn’t dictate my choices!”

“So, you will dance with me?”

“Sure!” Logan declared, only to pause shortly after as the realization of what he just said sank in, eyes widening in horror, Wait, what?

“Great!” Remus exclaimed, quickly grabbing Logan’s arm and dragging him towards the dance floor, “This is going to be fun!”

“Wait, at least let me put down my drink–!”

————

At first, Logan was practically being lugged around by the duke, who seemed to make his movements flow in a certain way that was difficult for the prince to match. He even took to blinking Morse Code in Roman’s direction, who was pretending to ignore him in favor of talking with Damian.

Something else he was worried about was the whispering among the guests. It was faint, and barely noticeable, but he could still hear the little inquiries—“Why is the Prince of Worene dancing with someone so distasteful?”, “The prince is dancing with another man?”, “Isn’t that the Duke of Cican? What’s he doing with the prince?” “That’s the Duke? I expected far better.”

The endless questions being thrown around the room caused Logan’s stomach to churn uneasily. His father—what would he think if he saw his own son dancing with a man? Surely he would disprove!

“Someone is distracted,” Remus practically sang as he glided along the marble floor, briefly tightening his hold on Logan so he didn’t drop him as he dipped the prince, “Am I not good enough entertainment?”

Logan didn’t respond, gaze locking with Remus’, the light dancing off of him in just the right way. He really was a beautiful sight to see, and had the duke not shifted out of their position just as quickly as he put them in it, Logan would have probably ended up kissing him, which was absolutely absurd. He only just met him after all.

————

“Is he blinking in Morse Code?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Logan being glided across the dance floor by Remus.

“Yep,” Roman replied, an amused smile on his face, “He truly is a gay disaster,” the prince hummed.

Damian nodded in agreement, shooting a glance at Roman, “Like someone else I know,” he smirked, gently nudging Roman in the arm with his elbow.

“Psh,” Roman quickly reasoned, blowing a raspberry, “Since when am I the disaster?” he huffed, crossing his arms defensively, “Last I checked, Logan was the gay disaster!”

“If he’s the disaster gay, what does that make you?”

“The fabulous gay, obviously.”

A snort left Damian as he cupped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, “You are an idiot.”

“A handsome idiot,” Roman corrected, joining Damian in his laughter.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll give you that,” the adviser replied. His face slowly turned into one of seriousness, gaze watching Logan loosen up and slowly join Remus in the flow of the music, “It’s a shame your parents keep him sheltered, but I’m not surprised,” he commented, catching the faintest of smiles on Logan’s face. He smiled at the pair, “Remus is an uncontrollable child at heart, even now that he’s practically an adult.”

Roman let out a light laugh, “Yeah…” he muttered, turning his head in the direction his adviser was looking in, his gaze soft, “Logan will be good for Remus,” he quietly stated, “Just like Remus will be good for Logan.”

Damian nodded in agreement, a comfortable silence settling between the prince and adviser.

————

“I will admit,” Logan began as he stepped along to the beat of music with Remus, doing his best to keep his smile at bay, “This is rather fun.”

The duke grinned in response, “Is that so, Specs?” he hummed, pausing their dance, coming a little closer, “Maybe we should do this more often, then,” his gaze was gentle, his hold on Logan loosening slightly.

Logan felt his heart rate skyrocket, face turning a dark red. His flight reflex kicked in, causing him to let out a loud yelp–turning who knows how many heads–and trip over his own feet in an attempt to back away. His grip held tight on Remus and he ended up bringing the Duke down with him as they fell to the ground, causing an audible thud to echo through the suddenly quiet ballroom.

Various party guests were quick to assets the two royals back to their feet, questioning if they were all right.

Logan silently prayed that his parents hadn’t witness the almost-kiss he had with Remus. If they had, his life would, no doubt, be completely ruined.

His parents did, however, witness it, and both of them dealt with the situation accordingly.

“You owe me ten silver,” the queen state, holding out her hand towards her husband.

“Hang on, I bet that Logan would declare his love for Roman, and–“

“I bet he would fall for another man, which he did,” the queen cut her husband short, a small smile playing on her face, “That’s the duke, dear, not the prince.”

The king scoffed, pulling ten silver from his pocket and handing it off to his wife, “Alright, alright, I know when I’ve lost,” he muttered dejectedly, “Lousy bet, if you ask me.”

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