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feardrummed · 11 months ago

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@ahsterism: ❛ You think I’m capable of murder? ❜ (remus)

yell.owjackets s2 starters / accepting

Ollie lets out a laugh, but she isn't joking, "If I'm right about everything else, then yeah." She leans forward where she's sitting, seem almost casual despite what they're talking about. "Because I'm guessing, we have quite a bit in common." She's not as dumb as people tend to think, can be clever when she pays attention. And she can certainly pick out a pattern when it's compared to her own life.

"You were the first one to die here, but you were never talked about. Before I died, everyone said Nimrod was the first one. So, it'd be a cover-up, right?" She's watch her own father worm his way out of thing, deflect and brush off and make sure incidents never saw the light of day. Injuries buried under new announcements and blame placed on those affected. Thin smiles from her dad barely hiding tension when he found her somewhere she shouldn't be or asked a certain question. why do you use those locks when they hurt? explanations that didn't line up, but she had believed because...he was her dad. of course, that was when she was younger—that patience dissipated later own and replaced with annoyance, and with that, her interest in what he was doing ended, too.

"That takes a lot of money and not a lot of witnesses. Henley was loaded before he built this place, right?" She remembers a time where her dad had told her to go see a movie and gave her way more money than she needed for that. Asking if she could bring Michael and him saying no. Deciding to leave halfway through what she was seeing to hear the yelling, the...rest of it, and head back out before not even thirty seconds later. She used the rest of that money to get someone to buy her her first bottle of wine. Would it have stopped if he knew she was there?

"So, you were probably there when the park wasn't open. My bet is there's only one person who could make that call. So you'd have to be pretty special for that." A special new line of characters and Liz got a special day to see them before the public. Her father telling her and Michael that someone needed to watch Liz because he was still going to be busy. Ollie insisting that no, she already had plans well before he sprung this on them, that she had watched Liz the last five times and she liked Michael more than her anyway so he could do it. Hearing the story of gas leaks and getting snapped at when simply saying it was weird for it to have been so localized that Liz was the only one who got hurt and that it took so long for people to realize. More blame put to Michael despite the fact that if he had been right by her, according to their father's explanation, he would have died too.

"So, my guess is, you were his kid. And he screwed you over and you died." She'd been back and forth on her feelings about her dad since she was ten. Hating him, hating herself, hating everything. She still has that damn toy rabbit hidden in her backpack after her father left it here, although some nights it's thrown full force at the fence. One night having nearly turned herself to dust trying to get it back when it had actually crossed the boundary. She heard Michael talk about him when he came to the park. She doesn't think she wants to kill her dad, but...

"I think that'd give you a reason, at least."

#novel of ollie comparing remus' issues to her trauma be upon ye #assumed this was post halloween fire. i dont think i mentioned that but yea-#ahsterism #answered asks #it's a dead man's party who could ask for more? (verse: crazy fun park)#abuse tw #emotional abuse tw #manipulation tw

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sommerregenjuniluft · 11 months ago

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@jegulus-microfic june 20 - response - 2623 words - nsfw content!

about love against all odds feat. injury related prematurely retired football player james that settled and raised a son and international football star regulus

for regulus pencil mustache truther @veryinnovative, my football (players) loving wife @rottin6 and my number 1 enabler @itmeanssungod

James is kneeling behind Harry on a picnic blanket with Lily when their last guests arrive. “There they are!” Sirius’ voice carries easily over the meadow and just as expected a few seconds later there’s a big, black scrub of a panting dog in front of them, curious to see what Harry and James are up to, which is flying a kite.

“Oh my God– Hi!” Lily says, getting up. Which is a bit enthusiastic for the fact that they’ve seen Sirius and Remus only last weekend and should have been James’ first clue. Though, admittedly, he was a bit busy angling the kite and also angling Harry’s face away from Padfoot’s butt to avoid suffocation.

“Moony couldn’t make it today unfortunately,” Sirius says, closer now, “but I’ve brought substitution.”

James isn’t proud of the way his entire upper body whips around, Harry included, who lets out a small yelp at the sudden motion. “Sorry, mate. Sorry. I’m—”

Lily is already there to take over, nudging James to get up who’s working very hard on closing his jaw and not staring like an idiot.

Because standing there besides his brother is Regulus. Hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, paired with a simple back t-shirt and green Adidas trainers. He does not look like he belongs onto a colourful picnic blanket in a park in London yet there he is.

He’s sporting a pencil stach now. Regulus had been convinced Sirius had already used up all the genetic material for pronounced body hair on the first way around, leaving behind very little for his younger brother. James, being on the hairier side as well, used to tease him about it endlessly back when they were in school. But it seemed to develop now in his late twenties. James has only seen it on the TV in a few matches and on one or two instagram posts but the real deal is even worse. Regulus looks criminally hot with it. The whole picture of lithe muscle, strong quads and stronger calves, curly hair, the occasional tattoo. He’s every young heterosexual woman’s wet european football boyfriend dream and James’ gut is swooping.

“Reg.”

“Hi, James,” Regulus responds, much more articulated, sporting a hint of a smirk.

Oh, he— “Bastard,” James mutters, low enough so Harry behind him won’t hear and then he’s grinning and yanking Regulus into a firm hug.

They all have a late lunch together at a nearby restaurant and Regulus is patiently letting Harry talk his ears off about Ninjago and preschool and Ron and Moine. Lily is taking him over the weekend and James bids his goodbye with a loud smooch to his son’s cheek.

And just as James is about to invent a crazy, elaborate story about how he has something back at his house he’d meant to show Regulus for ages without making it interesting enough for Sirius to tag along, this one simply taps two fingers against his eyebrow in a mock salute before making his way in the other direction, Padfoot trotting along dutifully. “Why do you think I hid him from you all Thursday? Have fun, kids!”

Regulus groans pathetically and turns to hide his face into James’ shoulder.

“I told you we can’t keep it a secret from him forever. He probably knew all along,” James chuckles and takes Regulus’ duffel, “C’mon, love.”

It starts in the elevator up, is a wonder they make it past the hallway and into the bedroom. It’s very much overdue and heated and desperate all the way through.

James might or might not have pinned Regulus one too many times into the mattress and offhandedly commented something along the line’s of Regulus being his and cuffing him to the bed if he needs to. And it’d worked because Regulus had moaned so prettily, eyelids fluttering and hips bucking, cock twitching and all James could think about then was where’s the fucking lube.

Saying that, he doesn’t quite expect Regulus to bring it up after the fact.

James is absolutely blissed out, breathing only just levelling out as he traces the shape of Regulus’ kiss bitten lips.

“You know I can’t stay, Jamie.”

He shrugs easily, kneading Regulus’ muscled thigh where it’s slung over his hip, “We’ll come with you then.”

“To Portugal?” Regulus’ eyebrows rise as he props himself on his elbow, his tone flat. “And then to France in a couple of months when I switch clubs? I don’t think that’s such a good idea given Harry is five.”

“Au contraire—”

Regulus rolls his eyes and slaps him on the naked shoulder. “Moving every few years? And during the nationals not to mention,” he tucks an errant strand of hair back from James’ forehead, “Multiple continents, who knows which timezone. That’s no life for a child, James. And I haven’t even brought up Lily yet. She’s just as much part of his life as you are and it works out wonderfully for the time being with you two living so close. It’s what Harry deserves.”

And deep down James knows Regulus is right. And if he’s completely honest with himself, it isn’t the life he truly wants for himself either. That’s why he’s here and Regulus is out there. James knows it isn’t what’s best for Harry nor for himself and yet. And yet no matter how many times they have this conversation it seems endlessly irrelevant when Regulus is looking down at him this way. The shine of the sunset through the window is catching in his pillow mussed curls, in the dark lashes framing his blue silver eyes and rivalling the flush of his skin with its own red hue and James thinks Regulus looks like home. Like anything he could still want in life besides what precious he already has.

James heaves a heavy sigh and hungrily swerves his eyes over every single of Regulus’ features, committing them to memory. Because that’s all that’s gonna stay when Regulus inevitably leaves again. But that’s not what James wants to think about right now though.

“Regulus.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” James replies happily and pulls Regulus in by the back of his nape before his indignant expression can even fully form. Every single one of Regulus’ helpless sounds get swallowed eagerly and filed away for later. For a moment James is tempted to ask Regulus if he can get out his phone and record but he thinks better of it.

They have sex for hours.

James sucks all coherency out of Regulus through his cock and then fucks him so stupid, legs spread and pushed into the mattress, spit pooling out of the corner of his mouth, tears wetting his cheeks, cum smearing across his stomach, that he gets him to promise to stay. It’s futile and just a heat of the moment thing but it drives James so wild he almost blacks out when he eventually spills deep inside of him. There’s black dots and stars dancing in his vision when he watches it leak back out of Regulus’ puffy hole and a strange sense of satisfaction and dread mixing in his belly.

After a quick entangled and still very much nude power nap James arranges them a platter of fruit and crackers and cheeses. They shower and James changes the sheets only for Regulus to prop himself up on his side and watch intently as he edges James until he’s the one whining and crying. He’s using ridiculous amounts of lube, his hand is so warm and slick and squeezing just right and his thumb is swiping teasingly along the slit exactly how it makes James go insane and then he’s taking his hand away and James curses, already feeling another tear running down his cheek. His thighs are trembling, his knuckles turning white where he’s clinging to the headboard. Regulus is staring at him out of lidded, expectant eyes and James’ dick is aching and it’s all so sick and hot James has to bite his tongue hard not to tell Regulus he loves him right then and there.

He’s shown mercy, at last. Regulus makes him cum down his throat and over his face, there’s milky white running down the side of Regulus nose and James pulls him in with shaky arms for a downright nasty kiss.

They sleep until 2pm the next day and have a lovely, slow day bickering in the grocery store isles, preparing dinner together and not at all watching the movie that’s on the TV while they make out and frot on the couch like teenagers. Like back when they were teenagers.

Sunday morning Lily brings Harry before she’s heading out to brunch with her FLINTA boxing club and James’ heart riots in his chest when he watches how easily and adorably Regulus and Harry interact.

They meet up with Sirius and then drive Regulus to the airport together.

Goodbye is a bumpy thing. Harry is pure popcorn caramel sweetness between Regulus’ knees when he crouches down to hug him and James’ embrace, he knows, is much longer than socially acceptable. He vaguely notices Sirius distracting Harry, babbling to him about the stuffed toy assortment from a nearby shop as Regulus and James hold onto each other like they’re in a long distance relationship and not…well, whatever it is they can afford to be with Regulus visiting the country about three to five times a year.

There’s a fist clenched in the soft material of his t-shirt and James buries his nose in the curls of Regulus’ temple and inhales deeply. A spot he’s going to see sweat soaked on a flat screen and not getting to smell or touch or kiss for the unforeseeable future. At least that’s what he thinks for now.

Eventually they part and after a strong, swaying hug from Sirius and a few words about making him proud out on the field and seeing that physiotherapist about his shoulder and a safe flight Regulus is gradually disappearing into the distance with the grating velocity of your standard airport escalator. James doesn’t know who thought it was a good idea to be able to watch a loved one slip through your fingers at this agonising tempo but he’d like to have a word with them. His heart clenches in his chest, his lip already feels raw from worrying it with his teeth and James thinks, the warm weight of his son pressed to his chest, that, even though it might not seem that way, Harry is probably more holding him right now than the other way around.

And life’s a funny thing sometimes.

Because, like every time when Regulus bids his goodbye, leaving behind not exactly shards but rather yet another pin in James’ heart, wrapped around by a red string Regulus indisputably, invariably takes along across the ocean every time, it bleeds and burns and burns so badly that they get ice cream. Sirius slaps him between the shoulder blades, pays for his chocolate mint and hazelnut, tells him he’s such a dad for his choice and, together with Harry, tries distracting him as best as he can manage.

And so begins a week of moping and then one and a half of delusion and overcompensation, full of fun trips and adventures, and then another few of avoidance, full of social media free zones and grinding through work and scheduling all kinds of appointments to fill their freetime until—

Until one day he can’t avoid it anymore.

A bright, blinking LED sign in the form of an incoming call on his phone screen that’s making James’ heart stutter in his chest. He’s just sat back down in front of his computer in his home study after lunch break and started wiggling an USB stick into a port when the vibrations had made his head shoot up.

It’s just the three letters of Reg and a silly photo of when he was seventeen, pulling a face at James taking a picture of him on his digital camera.

Regulus never calls.

James isn’t sure he’s breathing.

It’s barely been about two months, not close to visiting time again, and Regulus usually never calls so James sits there absolutely dumbstruck and convinced the universe is pulling a sick joke on him.

The call ends abruptly and James blinks harshly. He fumbles for his phone and clicks into his call history. Incoming call from Reg in red font, signalising it’s been missed, followed by the exact time of the day it is at the moment.

James presses on the little phone icon.

It only rings once before there’s a voice on the other side of the line.

“James?” Regulus sounds slightly breathless. James hasn’t heard his voice over the line in about seven years.

“Yeah?” James says back. His heart is pounding in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Then James realises he should probably say something more. “Err, Hi. I’m—” he sighs, clicks his tongue, clears his throat, tries again. “Did you just call me?” “Hi,” Regulus says back, still breathless and it sort of sounds like he’s smiling. James blinks again. “Yeah, yeah. I did call.”

“Oh,” James makes. His heart does a little spin in his chest. “Uh, what’s up?”

“I’m coming to England,” Regulus declares, giggling. James’ heart tries to leap out of his chest at the sound.

“Cool, cool. You got another away game?” He winces, closes his eyes, “Sorry, I haven’t been keeping up with your matches lately.”

“No, James, I’m– wait. Okay, rude, first of all—”

James snorts and rolls his eyes, now grinning against the phone as well. “Sue a guy for being heartbroken.”

“Yeah, I just might,” Regulus quips. “But…what I was initially going to say is, No, James, I’m not having an away game in England.”

“No?” James asks, confused. Nationals are still a while away so that can’t be it.

“No. I’m having a home game in England,” and James wonders how something so soft spoken can pack such an ear-ringing gutpunch.

“I’m— Regulus, what,” James stands up, his chair loudly scraping against the hardwood floor. “Are you saying…”

A single chuckle works its way out of Regulus and over the line to James, “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying.”

James’ heart is sprinting away from him. He’s sweating. His breath is coming faster and he feels like he should run a lap around the property. Or six. “Regs, love, please spell it out for me because I’m not entirely sure I just hallucinated what you—”

“Arsenal made me an offer,” Regulus says and James hears angels singing in the background, “A better one.”

“Oh, fucking Christ,” James pinches the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up onto his forehead, “Reg, I swear to God if you’re joking right now I’m personally flying over and—”

An exasperated noise, grin evident in his voice nonetheless, “I’m being honest, James, God’s sake. You can fucking look it up online, they probably already posted about it.”

A breath punches out of James, he sinks back down into his desk chair. There’s a polaroid of him and Regulus from Halloween a few years back, alien and a scientist. It was a fucking mess scrubbing all that green paint off again and it didn’t help that Regulus abandoned his sponge in favor of grabbing at James’ hardness through his briefs. It had been the first night they kissed since they were teenagers.

With a sudden clarity, all the tension floods out of James’ body with a slightly delirious laugh and he leans his cheek into the warmed glass of his phone screen, “You’re coming home.”

Regulus sounds equally giddy, equally drunk on love and fate. “Yeah, Jamie, I’m coming home.”

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lulublack90 · 8 months ago

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Prompt 11 - Home

@jegulus-microfic November 11, Word count 563

Previous part First part

Regulus cringed internally as he followed James, Sirius and Remus down the flight of stairs and out into the pouring rain. He had no idea what had possessed him to suggest the art show, but here he was clambering into the back of James’s car— apparently, Sirius had called eternal shotgun years ago—and on their way to the gallery on the other side of town.

“So when did you get into painting then?” Remus asked pleasantly while James and Sirius argued over what music they would put on.

“Oh, er, I think I always liked art. Our house was full of dusty old oil paintings, and I was fascinated by how the artists had made it look like the eyes were following you. Took me years to figure out how to paint them.” Regulus answered, going into far more detail than he usually would with someone who was basically a stranger, but something about Remus made him want to spill his guts. He was so calm and sincere that Regulus had a hard time not trusting him.

“Wait!” Remus gasped excitedly. “You know how to do that?” Regulus nodded. Remus grabbed both of Regulus’s hands in his and earnestly asked, “Can I commission a portrait of myself with the creepy eyes? I want to put it in Sirius’s office to freak him out.” Remus leaned conspiratorially. “He’ll hate it, but he won’t take it down in case he upsets either of us,” Regulus decided there and then that he was going to be very good friends with Remus Lupin.

“You pay for the supplies, and I’ll do it just for the knowledge that Sirius will wig out every time he sees it.”

“Deal,” Remus grinned at him mischievously and then grabbed the phone Sirius had plugged into the car’s speakers and put on NSYNC, to which two unhappy moans chorused from the front seats. “They both hate them, and I take great joy in singing the songs word for word as loudly as I can, so I’d cover your ears if I were you,” Remus warned before launching into ‘Bye Bye Bye’. Regulus grinned widely, loving how Remus was torturing his brother, not so much James, but this was just too much fun. He did something he never thought he’d do and he joined in.

“I know that I can't take no more. It ain't no lie. I want to see you out that door. Baby bye bye bye.”

“Oh gods, there’s two of them,” Sirius complained as he put his hands over his ears. Remus leaned forward and prised Sirius’s fingers away from his head as the last verses started playing and sang loudly into the gap he’d made.

“Bring it home Regulus!” Remus beamed, still holding Sirius’s hands away from his ears. So, Regulus did what he was told. He shuffled forward and scream-sang.

“Don't really want to make it tough. I just want to tell you that I've had enough. It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie. Bye bye.”

“We’re here,” James said as he pulled into the car park and found a parking space. He turned to Regulus with the most dazzling smile. “You have the most beautiful voice, my love, shall we go look at your beautiful art?” Regulus felt the blush coming before the heat even hit his face. James was a total menace.

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moonstruckme · 4 months ago

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thinking of reader attempting to prank poly!marauders in order to impress them, except reader is god awful at lying and pranking (thinking of ben wyatt trying to pull a prank in parks and rec HAHA)

Hahaha omg I haven’t seen parks and rec but I’m imagining Winston from new girl like “…what if—and I know it’s crazy, but hear me out—we sprinkle one quarter teaspoon of salt into their bed. It’ll be hilarious!” James would probably find this adorable and play into it like they’re really devastating pranks, Sirius would make endless fun, and Remus would roll his eyes but eventually take pity on reader and show them some proper pranks because omfg this is just pathetic

#thanks for sharing this thought lovely!#mae's asks

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starchaseriseverything · 8 months ago

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Sirius wakes to screams and jumping on his bed. “Dad!” They yell. “Daddy, wake up!” Sirius opens his eyes to see his son down by his feet jumping next to his sisters who are by Remus. Sirius looks over to his husband sitting up, arms crossed over his chest glaring at their children like they just interrupted his reading time, and they probably did.

“You’re supposed to be with your uncle.” Remus says to them, voice soft, but still an angry look on his face.

Sirius decides to sit up and Hermione comes to sit down in his lap followed by Violet between Remus and him and Teddy in Remus’s lap. Remus puts his arms around his son as Sirius did with their daughter. “They dropped us off.” Violet answers. “Said we were too crazy.”

“Never said that!” James’s voice comes from the other side of the door before it opens to reveal three more kids running in and jumping on their bed followed by James himself sitting at the end of it.

“Uncle Siri!” Rose yells, jumping on the bed and landing right next to Violet.

Remus glares at James and he just smiles back. “What? They wanted to see their uncle.”

“Doesn’t mean they should.” Remus answers as Mia sits down in James’ lap and Leo beside them.

“But it’s fun to watch you be tortured, Rem.” Regulus says, walking into the room and sitting by James as Leo goes to sit next to him.

Remus glares at him. “Alright, children. Let’s go get breakfast.” Everyone cheers and jumps up, racing down the stairs. Once James and Regulus are out of the room, Remus turns to him. “Bad start to the day?”

Sirius smiles at him and shakes his head. “No. It’s nice.” Remus leans over and kisses him before standing up to get dressed.

Once everyone is in the car, Sirius calls James and he answers on the first ring. “Where are we going?” James asks over the phone.

“Just follow us.” Remus says, starting the car.

“You sure you know where you’re going?”

“Yes, James. Just tell Regulus to follow us.”

“Who says I’m not driving?”

“You’re a bad driver. Of course it’s Regulus.” Sirius giggles at his husband’s response and hangs up the phone before a fight could break out.

“So, where are we going?” Sirius asks once they start moving.

“It’s a surprise.”

Sirius gasps once they park outside a restaurant. “Perkins!?” Sirius yells and reaches over the middle console to kiss Remus. Disgusted sounds come from the back and the two partners in the front laugh before stepping out of the car.

The six kids race to the doors and pull them open, Rose waiting for her fathers and uncles before closing it behind them and racing inside the other doors which Leo’s holding for them.

The breakfast was amazing to say the least, Sirius gets the same thing everytime, pancakes and bacon, he never mixes it up. He tried once, and it sucked, he was starving until lunch time because he couldn’t even eat a second bite of anything.

Sirius hums all the way back to the car, happy he got to see his brother for breakfast before they went on their way. “Happy birthday, Padfoot.” James says once they pull apart from their hug.

Regulus walks up to them once the kids are in their seats and buckled. “Happy birthday, Sirius.”

“Thanks for coming.” Sirius replies.

“James had to see you.”

James dramatically gasps. “I thought we agreed the kids wanted to see him? Rude.” Regulus rolls his eyes at his husband before walking to their car, followed by James seconds later.

Sirius gets in their car followed by Remus a few minutes later. “So, where to next?” Remus asks him.

“Home.”

“Board games!?” The kids scream once Sirius comes out of the hall closet with stacked games in his arms.

“We’re playing board games?” Remus asks, unamused.

“Well, if we have kids, might as well do something fun.” Remus rolls his eyes but sits down on the ground nonetheless. “What do you want to play first?” Sirius asks the kids once he’s sitting down beside Remus, games in the middle of the circle they formed.

“Candy land!” Teddy yells, grabbing it from the pile and a game piece from the coffee table. They had to buy an extra game piece for every game that only had four players. Family game night is when they usually play games, but Sirius likes the games so much, he tries to have game night more than once, but Remus likes reading more than games.

They play the games until their stomachs start growling and Remus goes to make dinner while the others play and even after dinner, they continue to play until the sun is down and the moon is up and it’s the kids' bedtime.

They groan as they walk up the stairs to their rooms, but they fall asleep quickly with how tired they were. After all the kids are asleep, Sirius drags Remus down the stairs and back to the floor to beat him at all the games. Of course Sirius didn’t win most of them, but Remus let him win some like he always does.

Sirius does his victory dance the whole night, even if he lost the games, he still won, because he has the most beautiful husband ever and the best kids he could ask for, even if they’re not always angels.

#happy birthday to our sirius black!!!#marauders era #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of my own #ao3 writer #marauders and co #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #regulus black #sunseeker #teddy lupin

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jewel9887 · 7 months ago

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Intrulogical Week Day 6 Inventions

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4461559 Part 1-3 are here

This is late but it didn't want to work with me. Day 7 is coming soonish

Part 4: Park Finds

"Why couldn't Dad take us to the park?" asks Patton, swinging his hand in Logan's.

"He has to get ready for work and leave before Roman's class is over and be able to come get you three. It's his turn to make dinner as well," Remus answers.

"Yeah he said he was making some sort of pasta," Virgil chimes in.

"Am I staying for dinner?" asks Janus holding Remus's hand.

“Of course, silly snake! That's what's included in a sleepover! Our first one!" Patton excitedly exclaims. "And Memus and Loganberry will be there later for movies and cookies."

"Yes and I did promise that I'll make thumbprint cookies for everyone," Logan reminds them.

"So what do you guys want to do at the park?" Remus asks.

They continue walking and chatting about what each wants to do. Virgil wants to go on the swings and maybe skateboard, Patton and Janus want to go down the slide a few dozen times and Patton has a new game that he invented to teach everyone to play. Logan hopes to get some reading done before his class but knows it is pointless while watching all three boys and making sure his boyfriend doesn't get rebanned from this park which he will argue was not his fault…this time.

Logan smiles thinking back to a year ago months after their first date which was followed by many more although they both agreed to take their relationship slow.

*****

When Roman (who had got a second chance only because the coffee shop called and begged Remus to cover a shift and never forgot the boys since) came to drop the boys off at the library for crafts. Before Roman could leave, he told them he had a question to ask the three of them.

"I know this is an unusual question but can I date Remus and are you guys okay with me being his boyfriend? The reason I am asking this; is because of how close Remus is to you three and practically helping you, Roman, raise Patton and Virgil," Logan asks, fixing his already straight tie.

"Dude, I gave you my permission after the museum date, anyone who can make Remus speechless is like that is just what he needs and perfect in my book," Roman assures Logan.

"Yeah, it takes a special kind of crazy to be willing to make a bet with Remus and drink an unknown drink plus you are fun to do puzzles with," Virgil says with a smile.

"Memus is more smiley and huggy and you make fun puns. Does this mean I get another older brother?" Patton turns to Roman.

“That is up to Remus and Logan but I'm pretty sure yes," Roman says ruffling Patton's hair.

"YAY!" Patton yells throwing himself at Logan for a hug then whispers "Oops sorry forgot library voice."

"I think we answered your question, Logan," Virgil smirks trying not to laugh and Roman doesn't even try to hide his laughter.

"Yes thank you and I consider you two my little brothers too," Logan says, bending down to fully hug Patton who grabbed Virgil pulling him into the hug.

Roman managed to take a picture without the other three noticing and sent it to Remus.

"Okay, I'll be back to pick you guys up. See ya."

*****

"What's got you smiling, my nerd?" Remus asks, pulling Logan out of the memory.

"Just how much I love you and your brothers," Logan replies honestly, making Remus blush.

"Remus, Logan, did either of you remember the sunscreen," Virgil asks before Remus can make a flirty comment back.

"Of course I did," Logan responds, "And I got everyone water, your knee and elbow pads, and this stuffed fish I'm not sure why but Patton insisted it was required for his new game."

"YEAH! Patton makes up the best games at school," Janus yells, "It's how we met."

"That is a story for another day because we have arrived. Now remember the main rules," Remus reminds the boys.

"If I can't see you or Logan, I'm too far,"

"Try not to get hurt but things happen,"

"Have fun but be safe,"

All three boys list off.

"Perfect, now go cause some havoc." Remus smiles proudly making shooing motions.

The boys run off to play. Patton and Janus are heading to the slides and Virgil is taking off to the swing set.

Remus convinces Logan to play on the monkey bars. Logan has long since learned it is better to go along with Remus's antics and he always has more fun than if he did what was expected.

After a while, they are tired and take a break on the bench to watch the three boys play. Virgil has switched to practicing on his skateboard and Patton has got some other kids along with Janus to play the game he invented and all kids seemingly understand despite looking overcomplicated in the way only a kids' game could be.

"I thought you said that Virgil has been skateboarding for months?" Logan observes watching Virgil struggling.

"Yeah but for some reason the little spider just can't seem to figure it out," Remus winces as Virgil trips over the board.

"I'm surprised he hasn't quit yet," Logan remarks.

"Yeah usually he would but Patton wants to skateboard with him so he's refusing to give up," Remus replies.

"Yeah that sounds more like Virgil," Logan laughs.

"Yep, Virgil told Patton that by Christmas he'll be ready to skateboard. Virgil has been saving up his money to get Patton a skateboard as a surprise," Remus tells him.

"I'll be sure to keep it a surprise," Logan responds.

"I was planning on getting them some books so I believe one on skateboarding would be a nice one to include for both of them," Logan thinks aloud.

"They'll love that, you've gotten this whole family to enjoy reading more. Roman and I are using the craft book you suggested to make Virgil's and Patton's Christmas gifts," Remus says, throwing his arm around Logan who shifts to get more comfortable in the embrace.

"I am glad to hear that and what are you both making?" Logan inquires.

"Roman is working on a new patched hoodie and I am making Patton a cat hoodie," Remus answers, "Roman's class got cancelled today and he is at home working on it which is the real reason we came to the park. I work on the hoodie while the boys are at the library with you."

"I am excited to see the finished products. Do you…" Logan is interrupted by Remus' phone.

"Hello, ok, I'll get the boys ready," Remus says then hangs up, "What were you going to ask?"

"Roman answered my question," Logan says gathering up their stuff.

"Ok. PATTON, JANUS, VIRGIL TIME TO GO!" Remus calls and each boy comes running.

"Roman is here?" Virgil asks.

"He'll be here in 5 minutes and we'll be taking the car while you four walk back home," Remus answers.

"Loganberry, did you see us playing the game I invented?" Patton asks.

"Yes, I couldn't follow along and maybe you can explain it to me while we bake cookies later," Logan tells him.

"I can help too," Janus begs.

"Of course," Logan agrees.

"Boys, you ready to go home and make pasta?" Roman asks to walk up to the group.

All three respond positively.

"Alrighty, say bye to Remus and Logan and let's go home," Roman says, herding the boys towards the sidewalk then calls, "Enjoy your classes," over his shoulder.

Remus grabs Logan's hand and they walk to the car together smiling.

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