#ts royalogicality

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Say the Word (I’m Already Here)

I have no interest in continuing Say The Word (And I’m There), but I figured I’d at least write the scene where they all meet

Word Count: 1774

Rating: Gen

Pairings: LAMP, Royalogicality

Warnings: a cliffhanger I currently have no intentions of resolving, allusions to crime(?)

~~~START~~~

Nothing about Remy’s cryptic message, nor the rather impressive house — mansion, Roman had insisted on correcting him, this is a freaking mansion, specs — he had asked them to meet him at had done anything to assuage Logan’s worries that his friend was involved in some sort of sketchy business.

After college, Remy had told Logan that one of their platonic soulmates had offered them a job, and that it would involve a lot of travel. Logan had been happy for his friend and naturally inquired as to what the job was. Remy told him it was a secret.

For nearly a year, Remy had traveled around the U.S., sending Logan a postcard from every city he went to, and FaceTiming him once a week. He never gave Logan any details of what the job entailed, nor whether or not he had any travel companions. They denied any insinuation that they were doing anything illegal with a laugh, and assured Logan every time that what they were doing — whatever it was — was not in any way sketchy, illegal, or at all immoral, but with no details provided to the contrary, Logan maintained his doubts.

The postcards had stopped several months ago, and Remy had been in the same location — what looked like a home office, decorated to Remy’s own style — for every subsequent FaceTime. A week ago, he’d sent Logan a text inviting him and his two soulmates to a ‘launch party’ at his boss’s house (mansion) along with the time and location. He had not answered any questions about exactly what was being launched other than that he thought Logan, Roman, and Patton would enjoy it.

“Are we just going to stare at the door?” Roman asked and Logan made no move to ring the doorbell. Remy had not left instructions for what they should do when they got to the house, though it seemed fairly obvious that they should ring the doorbell.

“I have become even less sure that Remy is not somehow mixed up in something dangerous,” Logan admitted quietly.

“Aww Logan,” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle comfortingly. “I don’t think they would have invited us to anything they thought might be dangerous!”

“Besides,” Roman continued. “Launch parties don’t usually have insidious purposes. They’re probably working for some tech giant or something — maybe we’re here to witness the launch of the next big social media platform!”

“…yes,” Logan finally replied. “That does sound like something Remy would do; and you are right, Patton, that Remy would not invite us if he thought it would be dangerous.” And with that, Logan rang the doorbell.

The chime from the doorbell lasted at least thirty seconds and followed a tune that seemed familiar to Logan, though he could not quite place it — likely a pop song but played on bells. Soon after the chime finally ended, an older woman with her hair in a tight bun opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked doubtfully.

“We are looking for Remington Sonno,” Logan said. “They sent us an invi–”

“LOGAN!” A familiar voice yelled from slightly further in the house.

“Please come in.” The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the door wide open behind her. Logan stepped inside, followed by Patton and Roman, and barely made it three steps before Remy was sliding down the polished hardwood hallway directly into him.

“Oof!” Logan stumbled slightly but managed to maintain his footing as Remy wrapped their arms tightly around him.

“Gurl, it has been too long!” Remy lamented.

“That is hardly my fault, Remy,” Logan stated, wrapping his arms around Remy in return.

“Fair,” Remy laughed. “I’ve been busy, but that’s why tonight is so exciting!”

“Tonight?” Logan asked.

“The party,” Remy clarified. “It’s good. I’m so proud–” Remy cut themself off with a shake of their head, a fond smile gracing their lips. “But that’s for later, I wanted you all to come early so I can spend time with you.”

“And yet he doesn’t deign to greet us,” Roman sniped playfully.

“My deepest apologies, your highness,” Remy pulled back from Logan so that he could bow deeply. “Roman Prince, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more.”

“Thank you,” Roman bowed his head benignly.

“And Patton!” Remy smiled, opening his arms for a hug that Patton happily accepted. “Lemme give you guys a tour of the place!”

The mansion was expansive. Remy led them through a kitchen which was bustling with catering staff, then through the ballroom where workers were busy decorating for the party that would occur later in the evening, then up a grand staircase, and down a hall. They stopped every now and then to point out interesting pieces of art on the walls or if a door led to a specialized room. Eventually he led them back down a different staircase and out a pair of French doors onto a breezeway.

“So that was the main house — or most of it anyway, there’s more, but it’s Joan’s personal space so no tour of it,” Remy explained, gesturing back to the house they’d just left as they walked. “These are the gardens — we can explore them later if you want — but back here,” they gestured down the breezeway to a second, smaller — though still rather sizable — house, “is the guesthouse. That’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Your employer is very…” Logan trailed off, unable to think of an adjective that both properly expressed what he was feeling while also not potentially hurting Remy’s feelings of insulting their soulmate.

“They’re not as bad as they seem,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “I know this is all a little much, but they’re not as out of touch as this makes them seem.”

The four of them had just reached the door to the guesthouse when Remy’s phone went off, they checked it quickly before grimacing.

“Sorry, babes, my boss needs me for a bit, but feel free to make yourselves at home,” he opened the guesthouse door and gestured for them to go in. “You can explore if you want, or if you want to wait for me there’s a media room up the stairs, down the hall to the right, take a left, then third door on your left — I shouldn’t be too long, but we’ve got a bunch of video games or movies, whatever you want.”

“If you’re sure…” Logan trailed off uncertainly.

“Of course!” Remy laughed. “¡Mi casa es su casa!”

“Bye Remy!” Patton called as Remy rushed back down the breezeway to the main house.

The three soulmates entered the guesthouse and were immediately faced with a small problem: the stairs weren’t visible from the door.

“Well…” Patton frowned. “They can’t be that hard to find if Remy didn’t tell us where they were. I’m sure the answer is stairing us in the face!”

“And Remy did say we were free to explore,” Roman pointed out, opening the nearest door — it led to a coat closet.

There were three options for the three soulmates to choose from: straight, left, or right. None of the directions showed any obvious signs of house hidden staircases but figuring Remy had given them the directions slightly out of order, they chose the right hallway.

The hallway contained a few doors — all of which Roman opened, and all of which turned out to be a closet, a utility room, and a bathroom — before opening up into a kitchen. Tucked in the corner of the kitchen was a staircase, so they followed it up and went to the left.

The third door on the left was not a media room, but rather the office that Remy had been FaceTiming Logan from. The second and digest doors weren’t media rooms either; neither were the fourth or fifth door.

Having exhausted the doors to the left, they tried the right, then the right hall. The right hall led into more halls, so they continued that way, opening doors as they went, none led to media rooms. Eventually, having followed the confusing halls of the house as well as they could, they somehow ended up back at the top of the stairs to the kitchen.

“It’s been a while since a house has given me the runaround,” Roman shook his head in disbelief.

Logan was about to suggest waiting for Remy in the kitchen, when piano music began to drift up the stairs.

“Someone else appears to be here,” Logan commented.

“Maybe we can ask them for directions!” Patton suggested.

“Maybe they’re in the media room,” Roman added.

They followed the noise down the stairs and through a different doorway than the one they had entered the kitchen through. The doorway took them to a formal dining room, then into a moderately sized ballroom. As they walked through the ballroom the piano music solidified into Chopin.

Across the ballroom was a smaller room with shelves filled to the brim with folders and books. On one wall, there was a variety of musical instruments hanging from displays.

In the center of the room, there was a person with dyed purple hair and a patchwork hoodie playing a grand piano. The person’s back was to the door, and all three soulmates were too entranced by the music to make their presence known.

As the song came to a close, Roman saw his opportunity.

“Hey, excuse me?” He called, a little too loudly after the trance that all four of them had just been in.

The pianist startled, their hands slamming down a discordant cacophony of keys as they jumped a little too much. They ended up falling backwards out of their stool and sprawling out on the floor at the trio’s feet. Mismatched green and purple eyes blink up at the soulmates.

“Sorry, kiddo!” Patton yelps, concerned for the other person’s wellbeing. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Shit!” The pianist gasped, scrambling up to their feet. “I mean fuck– um, no. Shit–” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was certain Roman and Patton must be feeling it too. “Sorry, I just– uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this early. Sorry.” Their soulmate finished, somewhat lamely.

“Ah, it would appear that you are our final soulmate,” Logan said, his mouth working even as his brain tried to catch up — because not only was this their final soulmate, but it was also Virgil Knight! “My name is Logan.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I am–”

“Remus?”

Reality came crashing down on Roman. His soulmate was famous musician Virgil Knight, former bandmate of convicted murderer Remus Duke… Roman’s identical twin.

“No, I–I’m his brother, Roman.”

~~~END~~~

I know it’s rude to end on a cliffhanger that I don’t intend to resolve, but I just wanted to write them meeting, I didn’t really want to get into the feelingsy part of it. I just wanted to finish smth to break out of my mini slump

Also the party Remy invited them to was the launch party for Virgil’s first solo album. Joan hired Remy to be Virgil’s friend/bodyguard/driver when Virgil decided he wanted to explore the country and be a normal teen for a while

General taglist:

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

[vindicatedvirgil]

headphones / queerplatonic LAMP

requested by Kat @i-cant-find-a-good-username! hope you love how it turned out!

summary: Virgil will sometimes wear his headphones without music playing so that he can hear what the other Sides are up to. But when he overhears something he’s not supposed to… he decides to have a little bit of fun with it.

established queerplatonic/vaguely romantic royalogicality and eventual queerplatonic LAMP

TW: anxious, spiraling thoughts. food mention.

[masterlist]

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Virgil was perched on the back of the couch, his favorite spot in the living room that wasn’t the staircase, his headphones set over his head. Normally, he’d be playing stuff from his playlist, a little bit of Paramore, some Evanescence, a lot of MCR, some Panic! At the Disco. The usual. Except today, he decided to just… pretend. No music was coming through the headphones and every once in a while he would nod his head as if there was music.

He wanted to know what the others said about him when they thought he couldn’t hear. Every so often, he’d be listening to music while the others were doing their thing, their lips moving in conversation. And, sometimes, their eyes would flick over to Virgil, then back.

His anxiety rose every time it happened. What were they saying? Did they secretly hate him? Did they want him to go back to the others? Were they making fun of him?

On this particular day, Logan was seated at the kitchen table with Roman, and they were plotting out their ideas for the next few videos. Patton was in the kitchen, humming as he made the group some lunch. For the most part, the only things that Roman and Logan were talking about were their creative endeavors.

Virgil wondered if he was overreacting. Maybe they didn’t talk about him at all? 

He wasn’t sure which was worse: them talking about him when they think he’s not there, or them not talking about him at all.

“Ro, how’s the surprise for Virge going?” Patton’s voice was there as he joined the others at the table. Virgil’s eyes widened, but he made no movement, instead listening carefully, watching out of the corner of his eye. He could see the Prince glance over at him, as if to make sure that Virgil’s headphones were on, then look back at Patton.

“It’s almost ready,” Roman responded, and Logan looked up from his work. “I’m thinking this weekend, I’ll ask him to go on an imagination adventure with me, and you two will already be there, setting up a picnic or something in the flower field I made.”

Patton reached his hand out, settling it on top of Roman’s. “Do you think… he’ll want to?” From his limited view, Virgil could tell that Patton was nervous about whatever it was they were planning. He decided to tune out the rest of the conversation, pressing play on his headphones, letting his music flow through once again, as his mind raced over every possible scenario.

Was it a trap of some kind? Were they going to leave him out in a field in the imagination, so that they never had to deal with anxiety ever again? Was Remus out there, ready to attack? Or perhaps Janus, though he’d been even more reclusive lately.

He didn’t want to be tricked, but if it was something fun for the others, maybe he’d play along with it a little bit. Maybe he’d trick them back, if they were so keen on ruining his life. 

-

A few days later, Virgil was perched on the top of the fridge, keeping himself hidden as Patton packed a picnic lunch then sunk out, Logan sinking out immediately afterwards. Virgil had noticed that Patton had packed his favorite foods, ranging from PB&B&J (peanut butter and banana and jelly) sandwiches to freshly washed grapes and chocolate peanut butter cups. There was even a large thermos full of iced tea. Virgil was confused. Was this a last meal of sorts? Giving him joy and yummy food before sending him to his doom?

Eventually he heard Roman wandering the halls, calling out his name, so he hopped down from the fridge and pulled his sleeves up. If he was going to go out, he’d go out with a fight. Roman finally spotted him and marched over, a big smile on his face.

“Good afternoon, my chemically imbalanced romance! Would you care to join me for a stroll in the imagination?” When Virgil stepped up to him, he noticed a fine layer of makeup over Roman’s skin, complete with shiny lipstick. 

“Nah, I’m good, Princey,” he finally said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He attempted to walk past Roman and out of the kitchen, but a strong arm held him back. “What gives?”

“Please, Virge? I want to show you something I’ve been working on,” Roman’s voice was a bit softer then, and had taken on a bit of a pleading tone. “I promise it’ll be worth your while.” Virgil wasn’t sure if he wanted to fight or fly, but he answered his own question when he stepped even closer to Roman, a scowl on his face. “Let’s get one thing clear, Princey,” Virgil dropped his tone, not quite to the tempest voice range but teetering on the edge, in case he needed it, “There are very few things that are worth my while, and I’m almost certain that this is not one of those things.”

Roman’s face fell, and Virgil felt a twinge of guilt in his gut, but pushed it down, still staring right into the royal’s face. “I just… I think you’d really like this, Virge. Please?” He held out his hand, and Virgil wanted to take it. He really did. But… what if it was all a trick? What if Roman was pretending to be upset? 

Virgil hesitated, his hand nearing Roman’s, and he finally took it. And then they were sinking out of the kitchen, and they were in the imagination. 

Virgil had only been in the imagination a few times before. He’d seen different rooms and scenes, but nothing like what had appeared in front of him. It was, truly, a field full of purple flowers; lavender, wisteria, alliums, salvias, and geraniums. And in the middle of it all was a circle of grass; within that circle was a white picnic blanket, Patton laying on his back, gazing up at the miraculously formed clouds, head in the lap of Logan, who was reading a book.

“What is all of this?” Virgil asked, finally letting go of Roman’s hand. He let himself follow Roman through the flowers, the plants seemingly casting themselves aside to let the pair wander through without trampling any of their stems. Patton glanced up at the two, a bright smile on his face.

“It’s… well, Virge, it’s for you,” he said quietly, and Logan closed his book gently, setting it off to the side as Roman found his way to sit on the picnic blanket, pulling Patton’s legs into his lap. “I don’t know if you’ve… noticed. But… the three of us, we’re kind of… together.”

“What?” Virgil was sure that he sounded and looked incredulous. “Together, as in…”

“A queerplatonic relationship,” Logan said, glaring down at Patton a bit. “Well, sometimes. Sometimes Patton and I get a bit romantic, and, well, if you ever wanted to be romantic with one of us, that’s fine.”

“With one… of you?” Virgil was sure this was a joke. “I don’t understand.”

“We want you to be a part of this,” Roman’s voice was calm, and the way he was looking at Virgil definitely hinted at some kind of romance, but it was too much and Virgil’s brain couldn’t handle the thoughts and the implications– how was this affecting Thomas? How was it affecting the others?

The others. Did the others know? Did Remus know what his twin was up to? Janus had to be aware of this, he knew when any of them lied to each other. And… if he knew… they could all be in danger.

He felt hands gently take his, and looked up to find that he had fallen to his knees, and Patton was there in front of him, a face full of compassion right there, and Virgil wanted to bury himself in that cat hoodie and sob because it was too much and how would this work and what if down the line they decided they didn’t want him anymore—

And Virgil realized that he wanted it. He wanted in, and he wanted them.

“Okay,” he finally said, and there were three pairs of arms around him instantly, and lips on cheeks and tears were falling from someone’s eyes (probably his own or Patton’s). The thought spiral stopped itself for a moment to allow Virgil to be flooded with joy and a sense of belonging, and he could worry about all of those other things another time but for now, he was in the arms of three people who cared enough about him to make a picnic lunch and grow a garden of purple flowers. 

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Soulmates?

Word Count: 2701

Rating: Teen

Pairings: uhhhhh Royalogicality, Anxceitmus, DLAMP

Warnings: probably swearing (I don’t remember), mentions of a car crash and car crash-related injuries, hospitals, yelling, anxiety, complicated relationships

~~~START~~~

It happened while Logan was at school. 

He had been in the middle of a lecture on the Schrödinger Equation for the hydrogen atom when Clarissa, a student who always sat in the front row, gasped. Her gasp was quickly followed by his entire class breaking out into a cacophony of noise, their confusion and concern clearly centered on Logan himself. 

“What?” Logan practically had to yell to be heard over his suddenly unruly students. “What has happened?” 

“Gurl…” Remy, Logan’s TA, looked completely shaken as they offered their phone to Logan, their camera open and set to selfie mode. 

Baffled, Logan checked his image on the screen only to be struck by a sudden wave of nausea. 

There, all over his face, were nasty, yellow and purple, bruise-like marks that definitely hadn’t been there the last time he’d seen his reflection. While the marks were the color bruises, many of them were shaped like cuts, and the yellow and the purple were continuous shades throughout. And it wasn’t just his face, he could see marks along the hand holding the phone, many snaked down into his sleeves. 

If Logan didn’t know better, he’d think they were soulmarks. 

Soulmarks were a different color for everybody, and appeared where one’s soulmate was injured. For instance, all throughout his life, but especially during his childhood, Logan would have bright blue and red marks that showed up whenever Patton or Roman were hurt respectively. When Remus had punched Roman in the face in the fourth grade, giving Roman a black eye, both Logan and Patton had gotten corresponding red eyes. Last week, when Patton hit his shin against the coffee table, a blue mark had appeared right where his bruise was on Logan and Roman. The marks were one continuous shade, and often looked more like paint than actual injuries (which made sense since the person with the mark wasn’t actually injured). 

A second glance at his face confirmed that the yellows and purples looked more paint-like than actual bruises, despite being closer to bruise-colored than red or blue. 

He had soulmarks on his face. 

He had two more soulmates. 

“They just showed up a second ago,” Remy was saying. “Suddenly, just all at once.” 

“I have to go,” Logan said evenly, face doing nothing to betray his utter panic. He handed Remy their phone back. “I have to go.” 

“Of course, gurl,” Remy replied, their sunglasses slipping down their face. “I’ll finish up here, you go.” 

Logan nodded stiffly before turning to gather his things. He didn’t spare a second glance to his class, just walked straight out of the room. 

A million thoughts were circling around his mind. Who were these soulmates? How had none of them ever noticed them before? How many marks had shown up that he’d dismissed as regular bruises? What happened? 

That last one took precedence. Regardless of everything else, he had two more soulmates, and something had happened to them both mere minutes ago that left a menagerie of marks around Logan’s face and hands — probably all over his body. 

He had two more soulmates out there and they were hurt. 

They were hurt and he didn’t know where they were. 

He couldn’t help. 

Logan had no idea how he got home. He wasn’t sure if he sprinted down the halls after leaving the lecture hall, or if he’d walked calmly. He didn’t know if he’d stopped by his office to grab his bag. All he knew was that he had somehow ended up in the driver’s seat of his car, in the driveway of the house he shared with his two known soulmates. 

Because he had two unknown soulmates. 

Regardless of how he got there, he had only one objective: find Roman and Patton as soon as possible. 

It didn’t take him long, they were both in the living room, Patton curled into a ball on the couch and Roman wearing a hole into the carpet in front of the window; both of them with yellow and purple marks matching Logan’s own. 

“Logan!” Patton cried, springing up from the couch and launching himself at Logan. “You’re okay!” 

“Where have you been, specs!” Roman ceased his pacing to join the hug. “I’ve been trying to call you!” 

“Apologies,” Logan said, wrapping one arm around Patton and the other around Roman. “In my rush to get home I must have forgotten to turn on my phone; I was in the middle of a lecture.” 

“What’s happening?” Patton asked, his face pressed against Logan’s chest. 

“I believe we have two more soulmates,” Logan replied slowly. 

~~~

Hours passed as the three of them tried to grapple with this new reality. 

It was no use though; the new marks had opened a floodgate of worry and anxiety. If there were two soulmates they hadn’t noticed, who was to say there weren’t more? Were their new soulmates able to receive the medical aid they clearly needed? How did they know that the connection wasn’t new? Did their other soulmates know each other? Could connections form at different times? 

…could their connections to each other fade? 

It was a stressful few hours full of extensive research on Logan’s part, restless pacing on Roman’s part, and nervous flittering from one task to another, never sticking to one for longer than a minute, on Patton’s part. 

About an hour and a half after Logan got home, Roman’s phone began buzzing. At first, Roman had jumped on it, hoping — illogically — that it might be their new mates. When it turned out to just be his brother, he threw his phone onto the couch next to Logan and redoubled his pacing. 

Two weeks ago, Roman and Remus had had one of their fights, Logan wasn’t sure what it was about as it had left Roman extremely agitated and incapable of talking about it without dissolving into unintelligible grumblings, but he was certain that it must have been worse than that one time that Remus argued that cereal was — of all things — a salad. This argument had resulted in complete radio silence. 

Until now. 

The call ended. The phone screen went dark. 

Then it started again.  

And again.  

And again. 

Roman’s phone continued buzzing for over an hour. With each missed phone call, Patton was growing more and more anxious. 

“Maybe it’s important?” He suggested hesitantly, eyeing the phone as it went dark once more. 

Logan had to agree, even at his most annoying, Remus rarely had the dedication to put so much effort into something with so little payoff; if he were really so desperate for attention, he likely would have moved on to a different source by now. 

“Remus never has anything important to say,” Roman waved his hand dismissively. “He probably just wants to annoy me.” 

“Perhaps,” offered Logan. “If you respond to him, he’ll stop.” 

“Ugh, fine!” Roman relented, picking the phone up. “Hey, he left me a voicemail.” 

“Hey Roman,” the message began, lacking all of Remus’s usual zest and energy. “I know we’re not talking right now, but I– *sob* –I really need someone right now, please? Please Roman, you can– *shaky breath* –you can go back to being mad at me tomorrow… please?” 

Logan glanced up at Roman’s face and found his usually rosy-cheeked soulmate to be white as a sheet. It was understandable, Remus sounded awful, and whatever happened must have been bad for the older twin to beg. 

Seconds later, Remus tried calling again, and this time, Roman answered. Remus didn’t give many details, but he gave Roman the location of a hospital, and mentioned something about getting into a car crash. 

Needless to say, they were on their way to the hospital immediately, mystery soulmates all but forgotten. 

As soon as they entered the main building, Roman was off. 

“REMUS!?” He yelled as he sprinted down the hallway, unconcerned with the dirty that nurses and other visitors shot him as he passed. 

Logan and Patton followed behind at a slower but still hurried pace, apologizing to people as they went. A few nurses gave them sympathetic looks obviously aimed at the matching soulmarks on their faces, making the knot in Logan’s stomach twist tighter — they weren’t here for their mysterious newly discovered soulmates, but there was a greater than zero chance that they could be here, or another hospital just like it somewhere else in the world. 

They finally caught up to Roman in the waiting room. He and Remus were on the floor, clutching each other and sobbing, their fight long forgotten. Patton let out a small coo and swerved past Logan to offer comfort. 

“Excuse me.” A nurse approached Logan before he could join them in trying to get the full story out of Remus. “Are you here for Virgil Neil and Janus Drake?” 

“What makes you ask that?” Logan inquired. Truthfully, he’d never heard the names before, but his curiosity was piqued. 

“Your soulmarks,” the nurse waved at Logan’s face in general. “They seem consistent with Mr. Neil’s and Mr. Drake’s injuries as well as the colors of their own soulmarks. Mr. Neil is out of surgery if you’d like to-” 

“NO!” Remus screeched suddenly. He’d gotten to his feet, leaving Roman confused on the floor, and was staring wildly at the nurse. “NO! THAT’S NOT FAIR! I-” 

“Mr. Fortescue,” the nurse interrupted, her tone and face no longer welcoming and polite. She stared at Remus as though he were a wad gum under her shoe and nothing more. “I’ve already told you, only family can visit Mr. Neil right now, and as you are neither a relative, nor a soulmate, you are not allowed to see him, or know the details of Mr. Drake’s condition.” 

“They’ve never even met Vee or Jan–” 

“Regardless,” the nurse waved her hand dismissively. “They have soulmate status, and you have nothing.” 

Oh, Logan thought as the final pieces of the puzzle fell into place. 

Remus didn’t have any soulmates. Being Roman’s soulmate and having known Remus for years, Logan was aware of this. Remus never had any soulmarks, and unless he had an exceedingly careful soulmate, he just didn’t have one. 

People could date outside of soulmate relationships, but it was generally frowned upon in society. Though, it was considered rude to ask someone if they were soulmates with their partner; there was always the chance that their actual soulmate had died or that they just didn’t have one after all. 

Remus dated; Logan knew this. He’d never met any of Remus's dates, but he did know that the man currently had two partners. 

Logan had been seeing details all day, but finally he could view the big picture: Remus was dating two people, these two people (and possibly Remus?) had gotten into a car crash earlier that day that landed them both in the hospital, these two people were Logan, Patton, and Roman previously unnoticed soulmates. 

“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” Remus's renewed yelling broke Logan out of his thoughts. He rounded on Roman, still shocked on the floor. “YOU ALWAYS GET EVERYTHING! WHY CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME WITH SOMETHING!? HOW COME AS SOON AS I FIND SOMETHING FOR ME YOU HAVE TO COME AND TAKE IT!?” 

“Remus…” 

“I HATE YOU!” Remus screamed, his purple eyeshadow running tracks down his face. “I HATE YOU!” 

“Mr. Fortescue!” The nurse scolded sharply. “Don’t make me call security to have you removed!” 

Remus tore his tear-stained gaze away from his brother and back to the nurse, then he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I hate you,” he muttered to no one in particular before running from the room. 

“Remus!” Roman called. Then he was gone, running out after his twin. 

Patton flittered about nervously, his gaze bouncing from Logan, to the door still swinging back and forth behind Roman. 

“Patton,” Logan said gently. Patton’s attention snapped to him, and Logan offered him a small, tired smile. “Make sure they don’t kill each other?” 

Patton’s shoulders relaxed slightly and he nodded, giving Logan a brief hug before he took off after the twins. Logan watched him go for a moment before turning back to the nurse. 

“I’m sorry about all that,” she waved her hand at the area the twins had been a few minutes prior. 

“You should be,” Logan replied coldly. The nurse seemed shocked at his hard tone but didn’t comment further. “Now, what can you tell me about the conditions of Mr. Neil and Mr. Drake?” 

~~~

Patton had sent a text to Logan to tell him that the twins had been removed from the hospital by security. Logan had acknowledged, and informed Patton that he was going to check on the status of Remus’s boyfriends — he wasn’t prepared to think of them as his soulmates yet — and that he would be a while. 

Janus Drake was still in surgery, and the nurse couldn’t tell Logan much about his status, but Virgil Neil was out of surgery, and Logan was allowed to visit him. 

His first impression of Virgil was that he definitely looked like someone Remus would be into. His hair was dyed purple, and his unbroken arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos. 

But most importantly, the unbandaged areas of his face were littered with yellow marks that seemed to match Logan’s own. 

He looked up when Logan entered the room. 

“Who are you?” he asked skeptically, eyes narrowing. 

“My name is Logan Sanders,” Logan said. He didn’t venture far into the room as he wanted to allow Virgil some sense of personal space in this stressful time. “I am Remus’s brother-in-law.” 

“Is Remus okay!?” Virgil demanded, the monitor catching his spike in heart rate. 

“He has some superficial marks,” Logan explained. “But he is otherwise alright. However, both he and his brother Roman have been removed from the hospital for causing a scene.” 

“Yeah,” Virgil chuckled nervously. “That sounds about right.” 

The two faded into an awkward silence for a moment as Logan came to a decision. 

“Virgil, I am going to be honest with you–” 

“I knew it! Remus is dead, isn’t he? SHIT!” 

“N-no,” Logan stammered, completely thrown off by the emotional — and irrational — outburst. “Remus is fine — as I said earlier. No, what I meant to tell you is that I, along with my two boyfriends, are your soulmates. But–” he added quickly as Virgil opened his mouth, most likely to panic again. “I am not here as your soulmate, and any discussion of this revelation can wait until you and Janus — who is incidentally also one of our soulmates — are out of the hospital.” 

“I’m not– Janus isn’t–” Virgil stammered, completely lost. “Janus and I aren’t soulmates!” 

“You and I have matching yellow soulmarks on our faces which appeared at the same time as these purple marks from you, I believe whether you knew or not, you and Janus are soulmates. But I am only here as Remus’s brother-in-law, my goal is only to alleviate his worry.” Logan held his phone up. “Would you like to talk to him?” 

“Yes,” Virgil answered immediately. He still looked lost and anxious, but his resolve hardened as he made his decision. 

Logan pulled up Remus’s contact and hit ‘call’ before handing the phone to Virgil. 

Virgil held the phone to his ear, chewing his lip nervously. Suddenly, all the tension in his body leaked out. 

“Re,” he sighed, a smile sneaking across his face and Remus no doubt began speaking on the other side of the line. 

Logan excused himself as Virgil settled into a conversation with his boyfriend. 

…his boyfriend who was Roman’s brother. 

What a mess. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing that he’d brought his laptop so that he could get some work done. Or at least email his students an apology for not finishing the lecture and missing his office hours. 

Or maybe just to google “what to do when two of your soulmates are dating your other soulmate’s brother”. 

Logan sighed. The only thing to do would be to talk it out until they reached a solution that was comfortable for everyone, but for now, he might as well find someone to tell him whether or not Janus was out of surgery yet. 

~~~END~~~

They reach a dynamic that works for all of them, but Remus is still mad at Roman for a while and sometimes uses it to guilt Roman into doing things that he wants

A few months ago I posted five titles and asked which ones you guys wanted to see, this was one of them but it got kinda put on the back burner for a while.

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