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What would you guys say to me tearing out your hearts and writing a one-shot where Remus and Orange!Logan are together, Remus is incredibly happy, but the rest want regular Logan back and Remus ends up begging for them not to take this one thing away from him?

Would you care for that? :)))))))

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Silence in the classroom

I'm losing my mind over the new episode, so there you go. Drop a comment if you like it.

Word count: 967. | AO3

Summary: Local teacher finally snaps and Remus thinks that's very sexy of him. Roman comes to the realisation they're all royally fucked. Or Logan being the Orange Side self-indulgence.

CW: Sexual innuendo, mild violence, Logan drags Roman quite bad here, kind of psychological torture in a part I guess, it's more like painful telepathy (if there's anything else tell me).

“Where is he?!”

Roman appeared inside Remus’ domains, scrunching up his nose at the smell.

“Is this about the sex doll? I thought you didn’t like that birthday present”.

“You know perfectly well who I’m referring to, so stop playing dumb”.

“Oh, if you wanted to play you could have just said so!”

Remus stood up from the sofa, throwing his nail file onto the pile of trash on the floor. He drove his hand into some slimy monstrosity and pulled a bunch of papers that stuck to his hand.

“How about I crucify you with flytrap paper and gut you out? Mommy said it’s my turn to watch you hang from the ceiling now!”

“That’s it, you’re done”, Roman said, pulling his sword.

The prince whacked Remus with the hilt of the katana, a not-as-violent-as-expected disappointment, the usual. Then he kicked him in the stomach, making him take a step back and chuckle.

“Leave him alone” a voice came from the side.

Roman saw a menacing figure enter his field of vision.

What?

The guy wore a pair of plain black jeans with Logan’s belt. A feeling of dread crawled through Roman. He looked like a twisted parody of the side Roman had been sent to look for while the rest explored the corners outside Remus’ control. He wore a black dress shirt with the first few buttons undone and an orange tie hanging undone between the lapels of a black leather jacket. His hair was a complete mess as if someone had been pulling at it.

It felt so uncanny, seeing a weird copycat of Logan, but edgy and without glasses.

“What the hell Remus?! Is this another one of your friends? Did you send Logan to this disturbing…”

“I said LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Roman turned around, quivering with recognition. It sounded just like when Logan screamed falsehood but filled with venom.

He squinted at the unfamiliar side.

His heart dropped.

“Logan?”

“Get. out”.

“But… everyone’s looking for you! What is this disguise? Are you trying to cosplay Deceit or something? I guess that doesn’t make sense, the outfits are completely--”

“Shut up!” Logan screamed again.

Roman felt the sound of the room vanish as if he had entered a vacuum, he could only hear Logan’s voice, big and echoey. His vision began to blur and tint orange. He felt tears slipping down his face.

What was happening?

His feet shook worse than when Thomas had chosen Ja-Deceit over him.

Logan approached him as he gripped the backrest of the sofa in an effort to maintain his balance.

“What a pity everyone is looking for me right now. If we’re striving for accuracy, it’s even convenient. But you wouldn’t care about that, right, Prince? You only care about yourself. You take and you take. And what for? Only to lose”.

The blurry figure finally reached him. Logan gripped his sash and pulled him towards his face forcefully. The orange glow of his eyes made Roman tear up even more. He felt an overflow of information rush through his head like a wave of nausea taking over. It was as if, for a second, all of his offences and mistakes were laid in front of him to see.

Just like that, it was gone.

He couldn’t process all of the things he now felt like he knew, the same way someone can’t remember a dream after waking up.

The entire room began to shake and produce a terrifying cracking noise.

“Look at you, vague, unobservant and self-hating. How come you always get the upper hand? No. Wrong verbal tense. You got the upper hand”.

“I don’t… Logan… I don’t understand”.

“Oh, allow me to illustrate” he began to say, sounding almost pleased.

“Logan, please…”

“Is that what you’d like me to say? Provide the pertinent explanation, now that you want it, let me be walked over and treated like a dusty encyclopedia. How would you express it? I guess the appropriate metaphor would be as it follows: I’m done being a book used as a paperweight and checked whenever you happen to remember”.

“Logan, I’m sorry, but we need you to--”

A monotone laugh cut him.

“You’re incorrect, as per usual. Address me as Anger from now on”.

“But you’re logic! Stop being dramatic, Lo, we need you!”

“Falsehood! What Thomas needs now is assertive action to fix our failures. And if I need to take this form to overcome your lot being a constant source of inconvenience and frustration to ensure Thomas achieves his goals, then so be it”.

“Come on”, Roman said weakly and horrified, “you know that’s not true!”

“QUIET! It’s not your turn anymore! You know nothing!”

He pushed Roman backwards, making him sink out. Then he turned towards Remus, who regarded him with a wicked smile.

Anger approached him, still frowning.

With his head dripping with blood, hands shaking in anticipation, Remus’ flinch at him couldn’t seem more right.

“There has always been merit to your words, Remus, it was very hypocritical of me not to listen. It’s true--”

“Well, finally!”

Anger rushed forward, pushing Remus against the wall and raising him from his collar. It only made that cruel smile widen.

“Let me finish”.

“Only if I get to after this”, Remus joked.

“Agreed”.

“Wait, really?”

Anger got even closer, glancing slightly upwards to meet the stare.

“You were right, I can’t do this by myself”.

Hearing that, Remus almost couldn’t breathe. Or was it the pressure and the shaking of the room?

Well, mark him horny and terrified. Anger would be one hell of a terrifying eye candy to witness.

“You won’t have to” Remus whispered.

Fucking finally, Anger smashed his lips and teeth against him.

Remus felt like he might have fallen right then and there.

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Excuse me while I panic

Final chapter, let's GOOO.

This has been a really nice thing to write, so I wanted to say thank you. There has been a lot of support and nice comments to this fic and I can't be appreciative enough about it.

I'd like to specially thank @extraintrovertedalien , @winterwynd and @simplestoryteller for all of their lovely comments!! You guys gave me so much motivation to keep writing this!

Word count: 1402 | AO3 | <<Previous

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Summary: The moment we've all been waiting for, Virgil more than anybody, Roman admits he isn't perfect. Well, no, it's actually them kissing. I will not apologize for all of the flirting that happens in this chapter.

CW: Insecurities, very mild angst.

Getting together, but make it messy and silly

Roman laughed awkwardly.

“What do you mean you already know?”

After a pause where the other just blinked and stared at him, Virgil pulled out a chair and sat straddling it. He leant his elbow on the backrest, committing to a facepalm of sorts and a sigh.

“Princey, I’ve known for ages now. I mean, you’ve been super obvious for, what? A year maybe?”

“But--”

“It’s fine” he cut him. “I get it, so you don’t need to explain yourself. At least I’m glad you told me, even if it’s now”.

Roman frowned and stared at the floor.

“Oh”.

The chair creaked as Virgil leant his chest further against the backrest, following some kind of sunflower logic that required him to get closer to Roman in the least efficient way possible.

“Hey, why are you sulking like that? Isn’t this, like, better for you?”

“Well, that depends, if you’re rejecting me right now, then, no. I’ve only known that I’m in love with you for a few weeks, but, if what you say is true, I guess I’ve been feeling this way for even longer”, Roman paused, rethinking his words. He quickly glanced up at Virgil, gesturing with his open palms. “I mean, I will honour your choice, I don’t want to make you feel like I’m pressuring you into anything”.

Now it was Virgil’s turn to frown.

“But… aren’t you... I thought you just felt ashamed of me…”

Roman observed Virgil’s tense body language, getting the sense the other was feeling quite self-conscious, if anything because he recognised it from seeing it quite often in the mirror.

“What? Why would I ever--”

“Oh, well I don’t know Princey!” he exclaimed, sounding more upset than he intended. “We didn’t exactly start with the right foot, and then you were so unwilling to be nice to me, but then we became friends, and you’ve been getting closer and closer. You look at me with that stupid Hans from Frozen expression all of the goddamned time, but you never make a move, despite being all about romancing people. So, what else could I think? If you weren’t going for it, there had to be a reason”.

“And you thought I was ashamed of you of all things?”

“Well, yeah”.

“But I still hanged out with you anyway”.

“Princey, in my defence I have to say you’re pretty stupid, so it makes sense for you to do something like that instead of just ghosting me”.

Roman smirked.

“I can’t exactly ghost you if you’re haunting me”.

The pair of chapped lips pursed into a line. Virgil’s eyes looked at the top of the armrest with a worrying amount of interest for a plain piece of plastic.

“Virge, are you blushing?”

“Wouldn’t you like that, weather boy”.

“Well… yes I would like that very much, because if you are”, Roman walked up to him and held one of his hands in his, “maybe you like me too” he finished, hopeful.

“Jesus Christ, Roman, how are your hands so soft?” Virgil murmured.

Roman leant even closer to Virgil, bending almost to his eye level. He could feel his breath tickling against his neck. His body quivered at the sensation. When the warm air began to come in faltering intervals, Roman felt worried.

Was Virgil crying?

His hand moved towards the other’s face on autopilot. Before he could cup his cheek, though, Virgil looked up at him.

The smile he received had something so attractive to it, an air in between smugness and tenderness.

“Are your lips just as soft?” Virgil whispered and got closer.

Roman felt like he was made of jelly. His silly feelings had decided to leave Virgil in charge of all of his body strength, not that the Prince complained. How could he under that gaze?

Virgil finally surged forward.

Roman’s heart skipped a beat.

And… he yelped as Virgil bit on his collarbone like a wild animal.

“Ow!” he jumped backwards.

Virgil stood up from his chair holding onto his sides. His torso bent forward erratically, heaving.

When Roman finally saw his expression, his heart felt even weaker.

He bit his lower lip hard, the corners of his mouth were stretched forming a tiny dimple on the right cheek. His eyes arched and crinkled, giddy. Underneath, his eyebags shimmered with a bright shade of purple.

At that very moment, Roman couldn’t help but think Virgil was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and he was on that list.

“You are unbelievable” Roman complained not sounding bothered at all.

“And you are ridiculous”.

“You make me ridiculous”, he said without thinking.

Virgil’s laughter slowly died down, settling into something soft.

“I do?” he asked.

Okay. Roman could do this.

Ignoring how shaky he felt, he once again approached him. A smile took over his entire expression all on its own. Roman nodded.

“You’re making the Hans face again, just so you know”, Virgil said while biting some dry skin on the left side of his lower lip.

The prince’s eyes went straight to Virgil’s mouth. If this went on his brain would melt before he’d managed to say anything.

“I am not ashamed of you, Virgil, I--”

“I’m sorry… I just thought that, since you weren’t addressing it, you might not like feeling like that about me. I’m…” he gripped the back of his neck, recoiling from Roman’s gaze. “We’re just so different. It kind of made sense, thinking you wouldn’t want to be with someone who dresses like me and is just so…”

“Come on, Taylor Swift, you’ve always belonged, well… once we were friends. I was just very stubborn, but you were too”.

“Princey, are you admitting you’re not perfect?”

“Hey! I’m trying to make you feel better and you’re attacking me!”

“Well, since you’re putting me at your level… just how badly do you think of me?” Virgil teased.

“I am actually wonderful, so, unlike you, I’m not trying to get sassy, because if I’m perfect then so are you!” the words came out of his mouth with no forethought.

“Oh”.

“I mean…”

“Are you blushing, Princey?”

“What if I am? Red is my colour after all”.

Virgil grinned.

“Not gonna argue with that”.

“You must be in a good mood… is it because of me?”

“I…” Virgil paused. He took one steady breath and rushed to get a hold of Roman’s hands. “Are you sure you want this? We… I am not riding off into the sunset material, and I know you care about that, and… I care about you too… what I mean to say is I like you, but I don’t want it to cost you the fairytale you’ve always wished for”.

Roman took a deep breath. This was going to be something.

“But Virge, I can’t have that without you. Anything we do together already feels like that”.

Virgil blinked a few times, trying to stop himself from tearing up completely.

“Pff… you’re such a sap”.

“You like it”, Roman said, raising his tone a bit at the end to make it ambiguous whether it was a question or not.

“Yeah… don’t let anyone else know, thought”.

A rush of adrenaline took over him. Roman swept Virgil into his arms and pulled him into a dip, leaning about an inch away from his face.

They stared at each other awkwardly, almost going cross-eyed from the proximity. Despite that, it felt kind of magical.

“May I kiss you?” Roman asked.

“You better” Virgil smiled, his eyes still watery.

Both ended up laughing at that. Roman shook nervously whilst cackling. Suddenly, his grip went loose and Virgil fell ass first on the floor, ending splayed face-up. His mouth opened in an ‘o’ shape.

“You dropped me!”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry--” Roman began to apologize.

Virgil got onto his belly in the blink of an eye and crawled. He grabbed Roman’s leg and pulled hard. Roman’s pretty face met the floor in less than a second.

“You childish prick!” Roman said as he got on top of Virgil.

“Takes one to know one” Virgil replied, pushing him to the side.

They rolled around the floor of the room like idiots until they hit Virgil’s chair. Roman felt the wheels sticking into his ribs, as he laid below Virgil, who smirked victoriously.

Finally, Virgil grabbed his hair forcefully and met him halfway in a less than perfect kiss.

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Excuse me while I panic

Hi, I'm back from finals, but my brain is kind of dead right now, so enjoy this silly two-shot in the meantime.

Word count: 996 | AO3

Summary: Roman needs to get on with the program, realise his crush on Virgil and ask him out, because it's getting ridiculous.

At least Janus thinks so. Everybody does.

A wild crush has appeared, except it was there all along, Roman is just dumb <3

“It’d be a pity if you got over yourself and told Virgil you loved him already. Not that I care about his happiness or anything”.

Roman turned to face the back of the room, where Janus was sitting with a lap full of Patton, who just shrugged in agreement with a quizzical smile.

The treacherous acceptance Patton showed after Janus’ out-of-the-blue comment almost made Roman gasp.

“I just said I want to hang out with him this week”.

“And marry him the month after that, I suppose” Janus retorted.

“Okay, first of all, nah-uh, and second of all, I’d have expected this outright attack for you, but, Patton, are you going to stand watching him bullying me?!”

Just when he was about to reply, Janus intervened again, pretending to be distracted playing with Patton’s curls.

“Not quite, let me rephrase that for you: bullying you into getting ahead in life”.

“Hello?” Roman gestured at himself, only to feel even more increpated by Janus’ glancing at him up and down. “I’m dashing at all times, it’s you who should be putting in the effort”.

As per usual, Janus smirked, unimpressed. He ran a finger, scratching lightly, up Patton’s neck. Underneath the cardigan, a pair of shoulders rolled in a contained shudder.

“I already have. You, though, have achieved nothing. Also, why am I detecting” Janus said, raising a hand to cup behind his ear, “a hint of defensiveness? Honestly… well… as honestly as the budget allows, I am saying this for your sake. Take notes or something, Roman”.

Roman’s weight shifted from one leg to the other, he crossed his arms and gasped, for real this time.

“Excuse me?”

“Excused. I’ll dictate it for you: number one, dot, Janus has made me realise my lack of ambition, comma, I will ask Virgil out”. Janus changed the tone for a second, considering. “Hmmm… let’s say, at once, sounds very you, doesn’t it? Blah, blah, no ambition, I’m very dim, I will ask Virgil out at once, full stop. New paragraph: number two, dot, from now on, comma, I shall listen to Janus’ advice, comma, because he’s so right all the time, full stop”.

Once Roman came out of his astonishment, he closed his gaping mouth and pursed his lips like a child.

“Okay, that’s it, you did this. I’m calling the nerd”.

Janus had no time to complain, as Logan was summoned immediately thereafter.

“Lo, are you okay?!” Patton stirred in place after seeing Logan’s looks.

There, in all bizarre glory, stood Logan, draped in a lab coat with some unidentified stains, knee-length black rubber boots, safety glasses with what dangerously looked like a speckle of blood and a pair of gloves holding a scalpel.

“Don’t worry Patton, he’s just been playing with Remus” Janus offered.

Logan examined the room quickly, then cleared up his throat and blinked himself into his usual attire.

“I was in the middle of something”.

“Clearly” Roman muttered sarcastically.

“What do you need?” Logan made a point to ignore Roman’s comment.

Janus smiled calmly.

“Roman just called you so you can prove him wrong”.

Before the prince could retort, Logan nodded with a vague hint of amusement.

“Well, I can certainly do that”.

“You won’t need to, because it’s him who’s saying” Roman paused and endeavoured to make his best impression of Logan, “falsehoods”.

Logan frowned and crossed his arms.

“That is to be expected, so what is the context?”

“He says I need to ask Virgil out because he’s always right”.

Roman went on saying something along the lines of ‘like, I like Virgil, but not like that. And he’s just implying I’m in love with him, and I would know because, hi, Roman, romance? And Patton isn’t even defending me!’. All of that, Logan didn’t listen to, deciding to speak plainly.

“That’s incorrect, Janus gets things wrong often, it is, in fact, a statistical improbability to be right all the time. But, to be fair, out of all of you, he holds a higher average”.

“Exactly, that’s what I said” Roman shook his hand forward as if to underline how justified he felt. A moment later he went quiet. “Wait…”

“No need. I’ll finish dispatching this soon. So, no, Janus is not always right, but you would do well to heed to his advice on this occasion, seeing how it would help resolve your feelings for Virgil”.

“What?”

“Thank you, Logan” Janus said.

Logan nodded, satisfied with a good job.

“No need, happy to help”.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Roman exclaimed. “I have no feelings for Virgil…” he reconsidered, “not like that!”

In a quick save, Logan hid his laugh with a frown and an inhale.

“Excellent example of being wrong, you’ll be a great help to Logan’s statistics” Janus grinned.

Everybody was looking at him.

Normally, he’d like that, because it was the natural order of things. At the present time, though, he felt paralysed by a sudden onslaught of contradicting feelings and thoughts. Unfortunately, all of these things running through his mind popped in and out too fast for him to process them as more than a jumble of nonsense.

That is to say, he drew a complete blank, cursing his ADHD.

“But-but… I’m not in” he started slowly, trying to organise his ideas.

Then, went down with the first thing to come out of his mouth because working under pressure is not his thing.

“Like, I spend a ton of time with him, but what do you know? And, honestly, you’re just jealous Virge pays more attention to me because he’s almost as great as me. By the way, Janus steals your crofters when you don’t look, someone has to say it, because we’re outing people’s secrets, except not mine’s ‘cause I’m not in love with…”

Patton stood up, knowing he’d have to help everyone brace themselves.

All at the same time, the following was spoken or shouted:

“Snitch!”

“He did what?!”

“Oh my... I’m in love with Virgil”

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Day 1: AU

Hello guys, I'm still functionally dead due to work, but I figured I'd drop by and give you guys some intrulogical sustenance.

I've got no idea how to title this, so suggestions are welcome.

I'll post chapter two around Wednesday, and that'll be it (this is a two-shot). Tell me what you think in the comments. I'll include a link to AO3 once it's finished so I can upload the full thing.

Word count: 1663

TW: swearing, innuendo, mentions of death in space, fighting, arguing, mild violence.

The space AU no one asked for: give me title suggestions you cowards /j

It was a long walk to the botanic compartment.

Remus and Logan crossed, side by side, the long corridors of the ship, occasionally taking a glance out of the concave windows to the space beyond the safe confinements of the ship. The sight of the solar winds, as much danger as they could mean, if one were to be outside, were a beautiful and welcome respite from awkwardly staring at either the floors, ceilings or the path ahead… anything but at each other.

Eventually, they reached their destination. Logan waved in front of the door and the seal released itself, recognising the biometric credentials of one of the crewmembers.

“Welcome, Lo-lo-gan Winn” the AI’s voice glitched.

Remus laughed at Logan’s irritated expression. The other stared at him carefully, soon averting his gaze.

The corridor that connected the botanic compartment to the main ship wasn’t very long. Its clear walls allowed a perfect view of the space beyond. The sound of their boots, clanking against the metal net of the flooring stopped once they reached the door to the compartment. Remus leant by the emergency life-support equipment box, amusing himself with Logan’s unsuccessful attempts at getting the double-doored entrance to open.

“Incorrect biometric credentials, try-try-try-try--” the voice kept on glitching.

Logan’s shoulders tensed up. By force of experience, Remus guessed that repressing the impulse to punch the alloy surface. Huh. He shifted uncomfortably at the realisation that he was still able to read Logan’s body language, even without seeing his face.

After twenty-some more futile tries, Logan swallowed his pride and, barely, turned towards Remus.

“Could you sort out the seal release protocol’s error?” Logan asked, still not looking at him.

“Yeah, sure I could”.

Remus stayed still by the box, letting the silence go on.

“Then would you?” Logan said very politely, meaning he probably wanted to kick Remus’ nose off his face.

“That depends”.

“On what?” he snapped and, finally, finally, looked at him.

Remus smiled. The fire in Logan’s eyes hadn’t changed.

“For starters, you should”, Remus got inches away from Logan’s face, relishing the way Logan couldn’t suppress a flinch. He pursed his lips and blew some air, making the other scrunch up his nose, “move”.

“Oh. Of course” he muttered.

Logan got out of Remus’ space in a rush, surely relieved from the unwelcome closeness. Remus squatted in front of the door panel and set to work.

It was impossible not to be aware of Logan standing tall right behind him. His presence felt like a lung infection, breathtaking and painful as fuck.

“So surprised you still know how to talk to people after spending so much time from archive to archive, or maybe it’s just me. I do bite, but just if people ask nicely. Guess you forgot after, what? Oh, eight years”.

“Keep at the task at hand” Logan’s voice came from behind.

“Yeah, you know how I get distracted… sorry, knew!” he laughed.

Nobody would think that a sigh could be loud enough to carry through an entire room, but they probably hadn’t met Logan. His carried across the botanic compartment as the two sliding doors retracted at the same time.

Remus stood up and crossed the threshold. Logan followed suit.

“Check the mainframe of the AI assistant, I will do an initial scan of the compartment” Logan ordered as he walked away.

“So commanding”, Remus said, almost moaning it just to annoy Logan, who started to walk faster.

Remus began to fiddle with the interface of the AI’s user display, not finding anything strange. Yes, Logan had said mainframe, but the access to that was outside of the ship, and, as much into pain as Remus was, he didn’t feel like going for a space-walk amidst a solar storm. Also, he probably thought this was the mainframe, which was a funny mistake for such a know-it-all like him.

After a bit, Logan came back.

“I have not found something that could have caused the diagnostic error we received at the main deck”.

“Pissed that your talents are being wasted?” Remus slipped into the old habit of friendly teasing like second nature.

Logan raised an eyebrow.

Right. Remus was supposed to hate this guy.

It just so happened that Logan was gorgeous, he had missed him a lot and Remus actually wanted any excuse to just spend more time with him, if only to prove himself they were strangers.

Well, fuck it.

Remus walked up to him and nudged him with his elbow.

“Hey, since there’s nothing to do, feel like staying here? I’ll let you pester me about plants if you’re good”.

Come on, come on…

“I think we should keep looking” Logan turned around, once again putting distance between them.

“Okay, what the fuck?!”

“Excuse me?!” he, once again, faced Remus.

“You leave for eight motherfucking years and you treat me like I’m anybody else? You’re not even going to fucking apologize?”

Logan had the nerve to stare at him in disbelief.

“I was assigned to this voyage, I didn’t come here to see you”.

“Fuck you!” Remus shoved him against the wall.

The entire ship shook with a particularly strong gush of solar wind. Suddenly, the lights turned red.

“Lockdown mode has been engaged due to-to-to-to-to--”

Both ignored the AI.

“Two days before my graduation, you fucking left without a word! Suddenly I know, from my stupid-assface of a brother, that you’ve joined the explorer division of the fucking Intergalactic Order and that you’ve left for deep space. No text, no nothing!”

Logan pursed his lips, disgusted by the speckles of spit Remus had left on his face while shouting.

“Remus,” he stared down at their pressed bodies, “disengage right now or I promise you--”

“Disengagement emergency protocol activated. The compartment will be ejecte-e-e-e-ed and sent to the nearest aid facility. Confirm-confirm-confirm-confirm--”

“Cancel!” both Logan and Remus shouted.

“Confirm-confirm-confirm--”

“Remus, for fuck’s sake, let me move so I can fix this!”

“What are you going to do if I don’t?”

“Do you really want to explain why we ejected the entire botanic compartment instead of reporting--”

“Thank you for confirming. Ejection will commence in-in-in-in--”

Logan punched Remus in the face and rushed to the AI interface. Remus shouldn’t have found it as hot as he did.

The face of his old friend opened up in an expression of distress.

“Remus, get outside of the compartment and see if you can cancel the ejection from the panel in the corridor!”

He stood frozen, holding the side of his face and staring at Logan like he was a supermassive black hole about to swallow his d-

“Remus! Now!”

“Sure thing, butthole!”

He ran to the corridor and began to disassemble the panel by the double sliding door. Suddenly, the doors closed.

That fucking bitch.

“Logan, are you fucking serious?!” he shouted through the intercom on the wall.

“I always am, thank you for asking” he humoured him.

“Let me back in”.

“I wouldn’t even if I could. We need the tech expert to remain on the ship during this solar storm, and, I will be far better at explaining why our botanic compartment initiated the emergency--”

“Three, two--” the sound of the AI carried through the intercom.

“Logan, I’m not letting you get away with leaving--”

Right then, the botanic compartment began to drift away from the corridor, jostled by the intense solar winds. Between the swirls of red and gold, Remus could make out the green sparkling light of a chunk of components torn out from the right side of the compartment.

So that was what was causing the glitches, some trash must have collided against the mainframe. Well, bummer, since that was next to the right propulsor and those were a pain to replace…

Shit.

Remus opened the life-support equipment box, retrieving an oxygen face-mask and a full-body energy shield. Without losing time, he put them on, forced the now single sliding door open and let the rush of air impulse him towards the ejected compartment.

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Logan sat by one of the windows of the botanic compartment when he saw it: Remus’ figure falling towards him.

Of course, so long around normal people had made him forget that it would be just like Remus to do something like jumping into space to chase after some misfunctioning botanic compartment.

He wasn’t smiling. Suggesting so would be ridiculous.

Despite himself, he ran to the intercom, anticipating what Remus would do, as easy as breathing, as it always used to be.

“Logan, you fucking asshole, get an oxygen mask and an energy shield, the right propulsor got ripped out by space junk!”

“Right away” he replied.

“Also, get a hand propulsor so we can get to the ship, I saw one next to the examination table!”

Logan rushed to the examination table and picked up the propulsor Remus had asked for. Then, he got the life-support equipment on, ready to leave the compartment.

Then, by the window, he looked at Remus, holding for life to the outer shell of the compartment, trying not to be swayed by the solar wind. Upon closer look, Logan noticed his shield was flickering.

-----

Remus climbed to the entrance of the compartment so he could get Logan and leave before the entire thing went into lightspeed and exploded or something.

Finally, Logan opened the door.

“Come on!” Remus screamed, then realised Logan couldn’t hear him because they are in space.

All of a sudden, Logan grabbed his arm and pulled him inside the botanic compartment, closing the door behind him.

Remus fell on the floor and stared at the other in disbelief.

“Entering lightspeed, the vessel will arrive at the aid facility shortly”, said the AI’s voice.

While the sound of the propulsors began to deafen the space, Remus crawled to Logan’s side, put both hands around his left ankle and made him fall next to him.

“Cover your head!”

The lightspeed kicked in, bashing both of them against a wall.

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Calm before the storm: cronic of an angsty one-shot

I'm bored, so here's a sneak peek at the awful one-shot I asked you guys if you'd like me to torture you with.

I think I might make it kind of a sequel to THIS

Tell me in a comment if you feel it's about to go down.

Also, quick acknowledgement to @wisecolorthing for their ideas. I will try to incorporate some of them in the full one-shot.

PSA: I will be taking suggestions for the title of this monstrosity I'm writing (will have sort of a happy ending though, I'm not that sadistic)

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CW: sexual innuendo, swearing (if there's anything else do tell).

Pairing: Intrulogical

Logan rolled on his bed with Remus, laughing as they kissed.

His week had been amazing.

He had begun using his new influence to fuel Thomas with energy to do things. Not that he had done it by physically being there, he could inspire certain thoughts or feelings without presenting in front of him.

Who would have thought that anger would make him exercise, then in turn hungry, do the dishes to get a plate and cuttlery, and all the activity get him to go to bed early?

In turn, he could use the feeling of success from the dishes as a push to take care of the rest of the appartment. Maybe Logan could get him pissed off about having nothing nice to wear to a date with Nico so he’d do the laundry.

If just one month of being a so-called dark side could get him this far, who knows what he could achieve in a year. Maybe Thomas could start listening to audiobooks while he edited!

Remus pulled on his hair.

“Hey, you’re going to fuck with me, not with all those thoughts. Let me quiet that brain of yours”.

“I’m afraid if you want that you’ll have to make me”.

“You tease” he smiled widely “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear”.

Before Remus could get up to anything, though, Logan stirred and pulled him off.

“What? Are you going for some edging action?” Remus tried to cover up his confussion.

Logan shook his head.

“I am being summoned by Thomas” he answered, sounding surprised.

Instantly, Remus sat up on the bed and crawled to Logan’s side. His hands went to the other’s shoulders to massage them in a very boxing match kind of fashion.

“Oh, oh, oh! Seems like Thomathy is finally paying attention to his most worthwhile part. Well, Anger, enjoy the debut!”

Logan placed his right hand atop Remus’ and caressed it lightly without making visual contact with him.

“Thank you, Remus”.

Anger frowned for a second, then he stood up and took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll go to my room, hit me up if you need help”.

Logan’s pretty orange eyes finally glanced at him.

“I will, thank you for offering”.

“No problem, RATIONALE 9000, go tell them”, Remus conjured an orange tinted torch and lit up his face from below, “I am putting myself to the fullest possible use”.

Logan smiled warmly.

“That certainly is what any conscious entity can ever hope to do”.

The two sank out.

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New chapter, yay! Didn't I tell you I'd be faster?

Thanks for all of the lovely comments and interest, it really motivates me to write more.

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Summary: Roman gets to work. Wooing Virgil will be a piece of cake!

Right?

CW: Swearing, anxiety, mild angst, maybe unsympathetic Janus (I don't really think so but it could somehow be interpreted as such because of Virgil and Roman talking about him, so I might as well give a warning). I don't think there's anything else, but, if you spot it, do tell.

Be yourself and let things develop naturally... that's just boring

Once he returned to the main living area, the noises of arguing and Logan’s screams could not be heard anymore. They were instead replaced by the clicking of spoons against teacups and mugs.

The moment the three noticed him they looked upwards at the same time. Patton, Logan and Janus were sitting at the table, drinking hot chocolate, coffee and tea respectively. The lights in the kitchen were on, illuminating them partially.

Logan nodded at him.

“How did it go?” he asked.

Meanwhile, Patton smiled and Janus stared at him inquisitively.

Roman went fully downstairs, hurrying to move a chair back. With his hands still on the backrest, he began to speak.

----

“Haha… I actually wanted to ask you…”

“Did something happen?” Virgil held his breath. “Is it about me?”

Roman could not stand the tension emanating from every pore of Virgil’s body. Thinking optimistically, he probably had no idea about his real motivations to come there, still, the thought of it eliciting such a reaction made Roman feel even more frozen in place.

“No!” he answered all too fast.

His body language went even stiffer with worry, to the point where he raised a hand to his mouth and began to nibble on the sides of the tip of his thumb.

“Then…”

“Everything is fine, Pierce the Nerves, I promise”.

“Okay… hmm what’s up with the rose?”

“It’s… uh…” Roman looked at it and began to felt ridiculous. “I just picked it up and it’s the same red as my sash!” he laughed as he placed it on the lapel of his suit.

“No comments. What did you want to ask me?”

----

Janus looked at him with a mix of horror and disbelief as Roman finished his recollection of the events.

“So I panicked and then I said that you had decided to help Patton bake something and now we need to make cookies this instant because Virgil will suspect something if we don’t!”

For a moment there was silence. Then, Janus ran his hands over his face.

“Roman, please take a seat already or put the chair back in place”, said Logan.

“Yeah, right” Roman sat down.

“Brilliant idea, Roman, there’s no way Virgil won’t buy that I’m making cookies and, of all things, invited him to try them. Why would you get me directly involved in it?”

Roman stood up, earning an exasperated eye roll from Logan.

“I drew a blank! I cannot come up with perfect stories on the spot while under pressure!”

“So you thought putting me in it would just magically fix how terrible you are at talking to your crush?”

“He’s not my--” Roman went deadly quiet, rethinking his life in a matter of microseconds. “Look, if I can trust you to do something is lie. So when Virgil comes down those stairs you need to help me fix this! You were the one who insisted I talk to him, so it’s your problem too”.

“Can I trust YOU not to mess up any of my--”

“Hey”.

“Aaaah!” Roman and Janus screamed in unison.

One sigh later, Virgil added:

“You invited me to have cookies”.

“Oh, yeah, well… about that…” Roman began saying. “Patton and Janus haven’t started--”

“Kiddo, we already got them ready while you went to call Virgil” Patton interrupted him. “They’re cooling in the kitchen” he pointed.

“If you had paid attention you would have noticed the bowls in the sink” Logan added without bothering to look at him.

“Roman, close your mouth, you’ll catch flies” Janus finished the series of comments directed at him.

----

Virgil’s chair moved back as he stood up.

“Well, uh…” he said. “Thanks for the cookies. Hmm…”

A frown appeared on Virgil’s face as he was leaving. His feet stopped all of a sudden and he turned around.

“Janus?” it sounded like saying the name itself pained him.

The side in question raised his head, looking openly confused. Or was it an act?

“Yeah?”

“Hmm… Roman told me you invited me. And that’s… em…” he bought time, wondering what to say. Whether to lie or not. “Suspicious. So, a word?”

Janus raised his eyebrows, not buying it, but he followed him nonetheless.

They left the room, both walking at a distance from each other. For a second, Roman thought he saw worry in Janus’ face.

“What the hell was that?” Roman asked no one in particular.

“He’s trying to be nice” Patton smiled. “I’m so proud of him!” his tone was ecstatic.

“I guess… hey, padre, how did you know I’d ask you for the cookies?”

“Patton anticipated a few outcomes from your confession attempt and decided cookies would serve as a suitable response for either” Logan replied matter-of-factly.

“Yes…” he grimaced apologetically. “I thought that if everything went well we could celebrate, and if it didn’t… well, we’d be there for you, so the cookies might cheer you up”.

----

A few days after the confession fiasco, Roman decided to try again and woo him a little before pouring his heart out.

He popped into the living room, only to find Virgil and Janus sitting six feet apart. One was listening to music and, presumably, checking out Tumblr, while the other read a thick book.

With the volume of the music, Virgil didn’t notice him, Janus on the other hand…

His face stopped being obscured by the wing of his hat as he looked up at him.

Janus shook his wrist, making Logan’s watch appear on it. The other side wouldn’t be happy about that, but if Janus had survived stealing his crofters, Roman figured he could get away with pretty much anything.

“Well, look at the time!” he said theatrically as he stared at the watch. “I need to take care of other things, pitty to miss out on your company”.

Virgil moved his headphone to the side, managing to listen to the last part of what Janus had said.

“At least he doesn’t make it awkward”.

“What?” Roman asked.

“Yeah, you’re still angry with each other, right? I can ignore him, but having the two of us in the same room with him would be like asking for an argument”.

One short stare later, Virgil spoke again, a bit unsure.

“Do you want me to move so you can sit here too?”

“No”

“Oh, okay”

“I mean, I didn’t come here to be on the couch, actually I came to see you”.

“Miss me that much?” he teased.

And it was too good of a bait to just let go without reply.

“Terribly, I’ve been swooning and mopping because I didn’t have someone blasting Paramore around me!” Roman answered draping a hand over his forehead.

“Truly tragic”.

“I know. Anyhow, I was wondering…”

Virgil raised one of his hands to stop him right there.

“If you want me to do something stupid and dangerous in the imagination with you, I’ll pass”.

“Afraid you won’t be able to keep up?”

“No, it’s more like I don’t want to have to drag your ass back here when you get hurt”.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I’m the best swordsman in there”.

“So is it like, empty then?”

Roman gasped.

“Tss. It seems like it is”.

“No it’s not!”

“Well, if you keep inviting me, I guess it isn’t, even if we are the only people in there”.

“Virgil, you have seen my servants”.

“Hmm… yeah” he looked to the ceiling playfully, then back at Roman,

“I don’t seem to remember about it”.

“Okay, well, I guess I won’t ask the royal artisans to frame your painting, since they don’t exist”.

“What painting? Are you also hallucinating art?”

“No. I was about to ask you if I could paint you!”

“Wha-- really? You want to paint ME?” Virgil pointed at himself as if to make it somehow clearer.

“If you’re willing”.

----

The whole painting idea had gone well. Still, Roman wasn’t able to get the right atmosphere to confess with Virgil constantly teasing them. To be honest, he ended up forgetting about it once they began to get caught up in the conversation.

He had tried other things, of course.

None had gone as planned.

Writing poems would just make Virgil uncomfortable or even correct him, because, apparently, listening to all of those lyrics from obscure indie bands had made him a better poet than him.

Then there was the whole incident with the ukelele.

Roman had been trying to play something to catch his attention, set the tone and just tell him, but the string snapped and hit him in the face. Now he had an ugly cut and some bruising on his cheek.

He felt stuck.

Worse than all of that, Janus kept lurking around Virgil. Pretending to be nice and reformed.

But never mind about everything else. He needed to keep trying.

Eventually, Roman would manage to get it right.

-----

Finally, he had a plan!

The last time Roman had gone to Virgil’s room to confess, he had panicked and let the effect of the room get to him. But, none of that could happen if he didn’t speak.

This would be perfect because Virgil would love it. Roman had recorded a playlist of their favourite songs into a vinyl record, just to make it a bit fancier. He’ll gift it to him and Virgil would understand.

Maybe he’d even ask him to dance to it!

Roman crossed the darkness of the entrance almost running.

This could work!

His mood deflated instantly when he emerged into the room.

Virgil was sitting on his bed, knees to his chest, hiding all of his upper body inside his hoodie. He left the vinyl on Virgil’s desk and walked up to the bed, making sure to be a bit noisy so Virgil wouldn’t be caught by surprise.

The other let a long breath out in some kind of acknowledgement.

Eventually, Roman sat next to him.

“What’s wrong?”

Virgil sighed and let his face come out of the cocoon of his hood.

“It’s not that something’s wrong per se. I…”

Without thinking, Roman placed his hand on top of Virgil’s. The contact made him feel like nothing bad could happen to Virgil as long as he held onto him.

Roman got the sudden realisation that he would be willing to protect him from anything. Which wasn’t too groundbreaking of a concept. He’d try to save pretty much everyone if given the chance, but that was his need to be the hero, to be “good”, whatever that eventually entailed. With Virgil, though… he just didn’t know what he’d do without him.

“Whatever it is, I’m here and I’ll make sure you’re okay” Roman promised.

Virgil chuckled. It stung a little.

“You can’t just say those things so seriously when I’m feeling bad, Princey, I never know how to react when you’re being so…”

“Annoying?” Roman tried to complete the sentence.

His head turned to the other side. He still didn’t let go of Virgil’s hand, but he could afford to, at least, not let him see how self-conscious he felt right now.

“Princey, look at me”.

“I’m not sure I want to, Virge”.

“Hey, I’m the one who’s feeling low. Don’t try to steal the spotlight, it’s kind of an asshole move…”

Hearing that only made him feel worse, now adding guilt to the mix.

“Especially since”, Virgil continued, “I was about to say you’re nice”.

“I’m sorry I reacted poorly” Roman finally managed to stare at him, “here you are, feeling like crap and I’m only thinking about myself. I can be very selfish sometimes. I apologise”.

Virgil frowned.

“Okay. Fuck off”.

“Did I--”

“No. Listen to me. Whatever you’re thinking I’m thinking right now is wrong. I know what you’re doing because I do it all the time. I’m not mad. And you’re not selfish. Not one bit. You’re self-centred, very much so, but not selfish”.

“Virge, I’m pretty sure those are the same thing”.

Virgil shook his head.

“You can be annoying when you make everything about yourself and try to be the centre of attention. But you never ignore people when they need you, even if that doesn’t benefit you. You’re willing to give up things you want just to do what you think is right. Hell, Princey, you let go of your pride just to be friends with me. How could anyone think you’re selfish when you’re so stupidly wonderful?”

“I--”

“Don’t get too smug about it” Virgil cut him.

It got quiet for a second. Roman savoured the moment and squeezed Virgil’s hand. His smile began to return to him a little bit.

“Thank you. It means a lot, you have no idea” Roman muttered.

Virgil visibly relaxed. He slumped a bit more, letting himself fall against Roman’s side. The dark hair tickled his collarbone, but Roman wouldn’t ever dream of complaining about it.

“Yeah I do” Virgil whispered, so quietly Roman could have imagined it.

Having Virgil’s head on his shoulder made sense. Like it was meant to be there all along.

“What were you sulking about?” Roman asked.

“Not sulking”.

“Sure thing, All the time low”.

He felt Virgil muffle a laugh against the shoulder pads of his suit.

The laugher died down soon after a long sigh.

“I’ve been thinking about doing something”.

Roman stayed quiet for once, leaving him room to breathe and let things out at his own pace.

“I… I am considering forgiving Janus”, Virgil paused, twisting his neck to see Roman’s expression. “Maybe be friends again if it comes to it”.

A sigh.

His thumb started to move in circles, caressing the back of Virgil’s hand. Roman swallowed.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” he asked tentatively.

“You’re not mad?”

“I don’t know. Should I be? It’s not like I’ve exactly forgotten about all of the bad blood between us. But… he makes Patton very happy and it seems like he’s trying to help, so I don’t know what to feel about it”.

“Roman, I know he hurt you”.

“Is that what you’re worried about?”

“In part. There’s more to it. But I can’t just go and bury the hatchet with him if that would hurt you again”.

A small part of Roman felt good knowing Virgil would keep on being angry with Janus if he wanted him to. In a way, it showed his willingness to stay by his side.

That’s why Roman couldn’t ask him that.

Besides, Janus had been helping him too. It wouldn’t be right for him either, as much as it stung to admit it.

“If that makes you happy, I will be happy too”.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I’m asking. I don’t want to know if you would ignore your issues with Janus for my sake”.

“I really don’t mind--”

“And I know that. But… fuck, Roman, you shouldn’t be constantly forced to put everyone first just to make things better for everybody else except you”.

That was… a lot to take in. Roman didn’t know very well what to respond. Eventually, Virgil must have interpreted his silence as him doing something wrong.

“You’re my friend. I… I care about you. I won’t do something you’re not okay with. You’re more important”.

“No need. It’s okay. Getting over my stuff with Janus is my own

problem. I also care about you, a lot. If you want to be friends with him I’ll support you, it has nothing to do with my problems. You won’t hurt me. I promise”.

“That’s good to hear. I mean, I’m still struggling with the decision and I don’t think I’ll be making up my mind anytime soon. But knowing that helps a lot”.

“Do you want to talk about it more?”

“Hmm. It’s… it’s so confusing. I thought nothing he did could rub off how angry I’ve been at him, make me want to trust him again. Before… well, no need to get into the specifics, but it made me feel very betrayed” his voice trembled a little. “The problem is, he didn’t exactly betray me, so I guess the doubts about whether or not things could go back to what they were, remained”.

Virgil swallowed, trying to compose himself.

“And it sucks because there’s a part of me that can’t tell if this is all part of a big scheme and he’s just trying so hard to be nice to me because he wants something, or because he actually cares. I’m scared of letting my guard down and have him ruin everything I’ve tried to achieve. What if I go back to how I used to be?”

“I won’t let that happen”.

“How can you be sure? How can we be sure of anything when it comes to him?”

“We can’t. But I have no doubts that, no matter what happens, we’ll figure it out. Even if it gets to the worst, you know me and I know you. Most importantly, I believe in you, Virge. I’m not going to tell you, of all people, that there’s nothing to be afraid of. But if you’re scared, know that you can trust me and you can trust who you’ve become. We’ll be fine”.

“Roman…”

For a second, it seemed like Virgil was going to cry, or worse, do something like hug him AND cry.

“To be fair, though”, Roman went back to his usual self. Both would welcome the respite after… well, big conversation to unpack. “I honestly don’t think Janus is planning anything. He’s even trying to get on my good side just to make you happy. I’m not the best side for him to manipulate anymore, not after everything, and he isn’t that stupid. So I’d say the bitch is being sincere. That being clear, it would still be a pleasure to punch him if you asked”.

Virgil shifted a bit.

“Ouch!” Roman shouted after Virgil elbowed him. “What did I do now?”

“You’re dumb”.

“So are you, emo, what’s your excuse?”

“I’m friends with you and I think it might be starting to affect me”.

“Well, it’s about time. I knew even you weren’t impervious to my dashing good looks”.

Oh. Perhaps he had let on too much. Roman tensed up the slightest bit.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever lets you sleep at night, Princey”.

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Excuse me while I panic

Hello people. We’re finally there. I think that in one or two chapters this will be finally finished. Hope you’ve liked it so far. Thanks for all of the comments, they help a lot. Sorry for the angst, but I promise to make up for it with a nice happy ending. Anyway, enjoy

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Summary: Virgil has a rough time. Roman comes to confess.

CW: Self-hatred/deprecation, crying, swearing, mild angst (I think that's all, but if you find anything else, do tell).

Virgil plays Mr Loverman.mp3 on repeat to make himself feel worse

Virgil laid awake staring at the ceiling.

It wasn’t a new thing, of course, he did so more often than not.

There were too many things in his head at the moment, and, then again, that wasn’t new either, but it didn’t make it any easier. On one hand, Janus. Stupid damned Janus being funny, and familiar, and friendly and knowing him well. This whole unnamed and new dynamic they had going on felt strangely recognisable yet different. It felt good. Kind of honest.

Then there was Roman…

Virgil didn’t want to think about Roman but it’s not like he had a choice. He had cuddled him for hours. It was just like with Janus. Roman would hate the comparison, duh, but it rang true. Their relationship now felt recognisable and different at once.

The vinyl Roman had forgotten stood in front of him. He had picked it up when he spotted it.

A note attached to the back read: “to my favourite. Hope it makes you feel as I do”.

Which was ridiculously cryptic of him.

Feel what?

He hadn’t even added a list of the songs in the back of the cardboard case for him to check out. What was anyone supposed to understand by Roman’s behaviour? If only the Prince had the guts to be more forward…

Virgil chastised himself for those thoughts. That wishful thinking on his part would take him nowhere. Not to mention that feeding into the spiral of ideas and feelings surrounding Roman would just keep him awake longer.

Despite that, his mind kept going.

A wave of self-consciousness ran through him, giving him no choice but to let it carry him wherever. Virgil grabbed the headphones Logan had given him for Christmas and put on some depressing songs.

Might as well give in to the shitty mood and get over with it.

Stupid Roman.

Why did he always act like… like that… and then kept quiet?

Of course, he had to cry.

Was he that awful?

He might deserve the sweetness that Roman constantly used to address him, even if Virgil knew well that the Prince wasn’t aware of it, but he never got what followed after it.

The self-hatred got stuck to the roof of his mouth. Was it dread or nausea?

-------

His neck felt awful and cramped.

So did his left temple, sore, very sore.

Great.

He’d fallen asleep with the headphones on.

At least the few hours of rest had cleared up his pitiful mood. What time was it? His head turned to the digital clock on top of his bedside table, displaying in green light: 12:30 PM. Could be worse.

“Virgil!” Roman’s voice suddenly carried.

Just as Virgil fell off the bed in fright, Roman stumbled on his own pretty steps and hit the floor with a dry thud.

“Holy shit Roman!” he said, rising from behind the mattress. “Fucking knock”.

Roman rubbed his forehead as he groaned. Virgil felt so stupid when his stomach had the nerve to contract thinking it was kind of endearing.

“Sorry”.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever”.

He went to meet Roman quickly and help him up. His pale hands grasped the Prince’s forearm, while his eyes were glued on the image.

Nope.

That’s not what he needed right now.

Virgil looked at Roman’s face instead. Another mistake.

The Prince looked at him in awe. Not this again.

“Virge…” he mumbled. “I must tell you something”.

“Don’t you want some ice first?” he teased.

Virgil turned to the side after making sure Roman was up and stable, heading for the minifridge where he kept iced coffee and some other stuff.

“I love you”.

Fuck.

He turned around, again, very slowly. He saw Roman, standing very still with an expectant and hopeful expression.

“Yeah”, Virgil said after a sigh. Then he grimaced, “I already know”.

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Mermaid!Intrulogical Animatic in progress

Here's a preview of a frame of the animatic.

IT'S ALREADY UP!

It will be linked to a fic I will write after, and some drawings.

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Transcription:

Text message from Failed clon test: Remus Prince answer the damn phone mom is going to have a heart attack

News article: 26-year-old Remus Prince washed up on Saint George's Island, Bermudas, after his submarine's viewport cracked at a depth below two thousand feet.

Yesterday Saint Catherine's beach received an unexpected visitor when the body of a young man washed up on its shores. A local who was...

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You can have nonsense, as a treat

Hi, I'm back with a short fic. There is no plot to this, please don't look for it, the plot is dead and I killed it. By this I mean, I got into a super random generator because I was out of ideas and then I got the completely novel idea to just be random. This has been an experiment... of... er... randomness.

"The perfect fic if you're having a rough day. Laughing material" - Nonexistent customer, this is not an ad.

Enjoy the ride. | AO3

Pairing: Intrulogical.

Word count: 478

CW: Innuendo, mentions of wounds.

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"Logan, what do you think of cold herbs?"

"Is there any particular reason why they should be chilled? If it’s a matter of storage I’m afraid I don’t know too much about the topic. But it reminds me of the seed vault in Svalbard. You see, it is a facility where nations all across the world send seeds to ensure the preservation of diverse crops in case there is ever the need for a backup. Some call it the ‘Doomsday Vault’ which, in my opinion, is slightly fear-mongering, but I suppose it makes for a clickable title".

Remus nodded.

"What about my mesmerizing cup? Some say it’s like a damp owl” he wriggled his eyebrows.

"Nonsensical bird comparisons… ah, there is a quote from ‘Alice in Wonderland’ that follows a similar line: why is a raven like a writing desk? The riddle is intended to lack an answer, though people have tried to make sense of it. I’d prefer to focus on the satire of the mathematics contemporary to the book made by Carroll, it is rather funny when you know the historical context".

"Do you think my wood is thick? You know when you whispered seductively? I felt like violently piercing it, see what you would do".

“I would tend to the wounds, as per usual. Let it be known again that I do not appreciate it when you get hurt, but I must admit it makes for really good practice with medical care and anatomy”.

“I knew you wanted to check out my anatomy”.

Remus smiled. They stared at each other, a tension hanging in the air. To the rest’s dismay, Logan grabbed a fistful of Remus’ messy hair and pulled him into a likewise messy kiss.

“Janus”, Virgil said while running his hands across his face.

“Hmm?”

“Did I just have a stroke?”

“Around Remus? It’s a wonder how any of us still has a brain left”.

Suddenly, Logan pulled away from Remus, covering the other’s mouth with his palm.

“Actually, I suggested this. Remus and I came to a compromise, we began doing these exercises in which he gets to say anything he wants and I can respond whatever I want. It took some trial and error, but we ended up finding a very good system. It appeals to my love for word association games, as in I get constant suggestions for topics I can either provide facts about, or research, and I have a willing listener. Remus gets an outlet for his thoughts and practices impulse control by letting me finish talking-- ow!”

While Logan spoke, Remus bit on the hand covering his mouth.

“Oh, I loved our ‘trial and error’! If by trial and error you mean punching me when you get frustrated. It got even more interesting when he started kissing me instead. I’m up for both, so works for me!”

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Excuse me while I panic

Hi. I did say this was going to be a two-shot. Well, call me an unreliable narrator, because it turned out not to be true. The good part is that this will not be a long story and that given that I'll make shorter chapters than my usual (ie. more than 1.5k words), I'll be able to update sooner.

Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments! I'll reply to them one by one, with my main account @starwarsdestroyedme because this site will not let me do it with this one :)))))

I leave you with the content:

Word count: 474 | AO3 | <<Previous

Summary: Roman is on his way to confess and it will be spectacular! Just you wait.

CW: Mild anxiety, panicking.

The best love confession in history!

“I must tell him at once!”

Roman jumped in place and began walking decisively, ignoring the mayhem he left behind.

“MY CROFTERS?!” could be heard in the background, slowly fading away as Roman proceeded.

The corridors turned dimmer as he approached the entrance to Virgil’s room. Perhaps just popping up in there, instead of making the full trip, would be simpler, but the last thing he wanted would be to startle Virgil, especially since he was about to make the best love confession in history. It was only right.

Finally, there it was. The door… well, the hole.

It was a door-sized gap in reality, deep, dark, flat. No one could guess the volume of it or the real shape. The blackest black Roman had ever seen was that one. Before, it unsettled him, albeit he wouldn’t admit as much. Now he had stopped minding it.

Roman dipped the tips of his fingers into the void, seeing them disappear completely.

For some reason, he felt nervous. Which was plain silly. He swallowed and stepped inside.

“Virgil!” he exclaimed, arms wide open.

Roman paused and scrunched his nose. He shook his left hand, materialising a red rose. A bouquet would be too much for Virgil, but one would hit the spot just fine. Satisfied, he went ahead, searching for him.

After a few seconds, Virgil came out of the back, petting one of his spiders. When he spotted Roman, he left it to crawl freely on his bed.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Well, that was unexpected.

Instead of the delight Roman thought he would feel upon seeing him, there was only a sensation of dread crawling up his stomach and latching onto his throat.

“Uh…” Roman mumbled.

Virgil smirked as he always did when he was trying not to outright laugh. It was so pretty Roman felt even sicker. Why? That made no sense.

“Cat got your tongue, Princey?” he teased.

No, not the nicknames and the playfulness, he was supposed to be the smug one right now.

“I… eh…”

Virgil frowned.

“Are you okay?”

Roman shook the verbal paralysis away to reply quickly:

“Yes! Better than ever” he proclaimed.

“Really? ‘Cause, it sure looks like you just bluescreened right in front of me” Virgil raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

Of course, he would find it suspicious after seeing Roman make a fool of himself… which he was most definitely not doing…

Oh no.

No.

“I just-- looking at your pretty face gave me an idea for--!” he tried to make a save out of it but Virgil interrupted him.

“If you’re just going to mess with me then I’d rather not have this conversation”.

No.

No, no, no.

This was going terribly.

Roman sighed. Fine. If that was how it had to go then so be it.

“Haha… actually… I wanted to ask you…”

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Crawl, b1tch

More of that dreaded one-shot I'm working on.

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Thanks to @wisecolorthing

CW: Pretty toxic interaction between Remus and Janus, they're both lashing out at each other, swearing, emotional manipulation, mildly unsympathetic sides, heavy angst.

“You’re reaching to the bottom of the shit bucket if you think bringing that will work out for you. We both know Logan’s thing isn’t being nice! He is neutral. He doesn’t care, which is way better than pretending to care. Do you like the feeling now that you’ve got a taste?”

“The fuck you’re implying?”

“Oh, you thought Patton actually, what, wanted you? Bitch! Don’t make me laugh!” Remus stared deeply into Janus’ eyes and whispered, “Oh, well take a look at that”.

“Shut up!” Janus pulled his hand into a fist.

Remus’ hand shot right up to his mouth, for a second he looked scared, but, just before Janus could savour the retaliation, Remus began to moan and then he just dropped the hand with a laugh.

“Nice try, snitties, but you’re in my room”.

It all stood still. Remus thought he would see Janus’ brain boil right then and there.

“Are you going to cry, baby bitch?”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Janus squeezed his eyes, desperately trying to stop making a fool of himself, get a grip.

“It’s frustrating, isn’t it, when people just pretend you didn’t say anything, right?”

“What do you want, Remus?” he whispered menacingly, between the tears.

“You made me seduce Logan so he’d make a fuss, but once everyone got their peepers open, you never planned to just let him do whatever. ‘Don’t worry, Remus, with him on our side it will be so easy to get ahead!’ But, oh no, you just intended to give him back after they got a good scare. We were never going to keep him. The two of us fuck ups go way back. I’m not stupid, Jan. So, to answer your question, I want to see you crawl, snake”.

That downturned double-face was so nice to look at.

Then, it stopped.

Janus began shaking. At first, Remus thought he’d witness the full mental breakdown mode, but no. Janus had the balls to giggle right at his face.

“Oh, Remus, how unlike you! You’ve fallen in love with him!”

“The fuck I have”.

“Yes! Just like that! So out of character! Weren’t you always honest? I’d never thought I’d see the day you’d grow a soft spot! Well, well, Remus, Logan sure is a ‘lucky’ side, isn’t he? I mean, if he ever comes out of that room. How about we crawl together?"

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IT IS TIME, MY CHILDREN

I am once again asking you to read DISEMBODIED

This is one of my best fics, I worked really hard on it! So give it a chance if you like hurt and comfort, character studies and quality intrulogical.

Did I mention? Intrulogical fusion.

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Excuse me while I panic

Hello, and welcome back to the sh1tshow. Today's chapter is about betrayal. Actually yes but no, it's about misunderstandings and Roman and Janus kind of talking about the issues between them. Does anything get fully resolved? Of course not. But it's a start.

Also, some quality Janus for all of you moceit shippers.

Word count: 1194 | AO3 | <<Previous

Summary: After seeing Virgil so distraught, Roman decides to confront Janus.

CW: Angst, angry crying, Roman and Janus' issues, screaming, arguing, unsympathetic Janus (from Roman's point of view though, and just at the beginning), unsympathetic Roman (same as before, this is from Janus' point of view), swearing.

Let's accuse the snake of committing heinous crimes

Like a very organised opera dressing room.

That’s how Roman would describe Janus’ room once he rose inside.

“It’d be a pity if you knocked, Roman” Janus acknowledged him without bothering to look.

He was applying some heavy moisturizer to his reptile side. The creme made his scales looked kind of fuzzy and dull. Odd choice.

Janus went still.

“Okay, guess you won’t be leaving”, he said. “What can I be so pleased to help you with, Roman?” Janus finally stared at him.

“Ew, what’s up with your eye?”

His left eye looked glazed over. The pupil a hazy shade of blue, just like the iris. It was as if a semi-opaque layer of greyish blue had been laid onto the cornea.

“I’m shedding. Thanks for asking. I love to show it off. That’s exactly why I keep to myself when it happens. But enough about me, what do you want?”

Roman frowned.

“What are you playing at?”

“I AM shedding. It happens every now and then”.

“No. With Virgil”.

“Ah. Well, you see, I am actually trying to murder him. He spends so much time at those stairs that it’s almost like he’s asking for it”.

For a microsecond, Roman had the nerve to be horrified. Janus rolled his eyes at it.

“I know I’m an excellent liar Roman, but even someone as dim as you cannot believe that I honestly intend to kill Virgil. Among other things, we cannot be killed. Remember how much Remus tries? If it were possible I’d say, by this time, you’d be dead”.

“Then what are you plotting?”

Roman wanted to punch Janus when he heard him laugh. Still, he had sort of promised Virgil not to, so he had to make do by glaring at him and hoping he would magically be set on fire.

“My, my… one wouldn’t tell if you hold me to a high standard or a really low one” Janus wiped the tears from his eyes theatrically. After that, his tone darkened. “Being me, I guess the bar must be on the floor. You make it so easy to step over it to taunt you, dear”.

His fists tightened.

‘Do not punch him’, Roman had to mentally repeat to himself.

He felt mortified when he realised that a part of him felt so angry it made him want to cry. In an attempt to maintain his barely convincing menacing aura, Roman sucked up the tears and tried to sound detached.

“How--How can you be…” so much for keeping his tone unaffected.

The reaction from Janus was hardly distinguishable from surprise, amusement or… yes, guilt, not too much, but present.

“So evil?”

“I’m not” Janus replied categorically, his mocking tone gone.

“Really? Then why do you always have to play with everyone? Why do you always have some secret agenda?”

“I do--”

“Yes you do!” Roman interrupted him, finally tearing up. “Have you any idea what you’re making him go through? Why are you so selfish?!”

Janus tensed up, letting some of the hurt show on his face.

“Being selfish isn’t bad and--”

“It IS bad when you use it as an excuse to ignore that you’re hurting people. Which is exactly what you’re doing right now! No one is asking you to stop thinking about yourself”, Roman began to laugh bitterly, “I don’t even know if you can!

“Oh, right! That’s exactly why I helped you in the first place, Roman! Because I only care about myself! Have you forgotten who was the one who tried to convince everyone to choose the… what was it? Oh, the callback you desperately wanted to go to. After wasting away in a wedding anyone would think you’d see who had your best interests in mind. But I guess--”

“Shut up! I don’t care about the callback! Not… not anymore. At least this isn’t why I came here”.

“Then what do you want from me, Roman? Did you just want to feel morally superior and gloat?”

“I want you to tell me the truth. I’m so tired. Why did you even tell me to pursue Virgil if you hate me? Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?”

After one exasperated sigh, Janus put the creme down.

Meanwhile, Roman massaged his temples.

Seeing Virgil turning into a ball because of how confused and terrified he felt had gotten to him like no other thing.

The circling motions of his fingers came to a sudden halt.

“Patton. Does he know what you’re doing? I-- he trusts you! It’s one thing to have it out for me or be all weird with Virge, but if you even think about hurting him--”

Janus smashed his hands on the dresser.

“I’d never hurt Patton!”

“How can anyone believe what you would or wouldn’t do?!” he mirrored Virgil’s earlier words.

“Let me ask you this instead, how can you be so fucking stupid to think I’d ever do something to harm him?!”

“Because Virgil thought you cared about him and you stabbed him in the back, because I thought you liked me and then you used me! You’re using me right now and I don’t know what for, how can I put it past you to have Patton--”

“I’m not using you! I’m trying to be better because I want Patton to be happy!”

Roman quieted, fully taken aback.

“Wha...what?”

Janus huffed.

“Do you need me to also spell it out for you? I love him”.

His head lowered. Janus clasped his hands together, squeezing, as he brought them to his chest in a gesture that looked almost vulnerable, as if he was trying to push every feeling out of sight.

“He wanted me to apologise. But I don’t feel like I owe you that. After mocking me as you did, I think we’re even. Still… I understood that he wanted us to get along, so I decided I could do something nice for you. But I suppose wanting to fix one of your many oversights”, Janus looked up, “is my most diabolical plan yet. Right?”

“Umm… but you could just use it to get to Virgil…” Roman began to lose his resolve.

“Or I could be using it to also do something for him”, Janus began to say as if talking to a child, “because I never stopped caring about him, and things aren’t black or white as you seem to think, and I want to make Virgil happy too. I know, groundbreaking”.

The prince froze in place.

“But why would it make Virgil happy?”

Janus half-sighed, half-laughed in disbelief.

“For fuck’s sake, Roman. Why do you think?”

“Emm… oh”.

“Why are you still here? Go and talk to him”.

Roman started to head for the door, feeling like bursting at the seams.

“Before you leave, don’t get up to any of your usual nonsense. Use your pretty mouth and talk like an actual human being”.

“Will do!”

The door bashed against the frame as Roman ran out like a headless chicken. Janus ran his hands over his face.

“Now what?” he looked at Roman peeking in again.

“Hmm… thank you, Janus”.

“Love to help, now leave!”

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Don't know when I'll post it though.