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[jewel9887]

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.

@intrulogicalweek

[essayofthoughts]

🦋🕯️💌 for the emoji ask game!

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

Not really insecure about anything these days? I've posted a truly absurd amount of fic and my previous fandoms include Harry Potter (TERF author can go rot) and MCU (... character roundabouts abound and the tonky stans refuse to admit it) so ... fandoms don't scare me much, I'm liberal with the block and delete buttons and I'm pretty confident in my own writing ability and general standing as a fanfic author.

I think the only thing I tend to worry about is my tags? I always either miss something, or tag something in a slightly weird way there's probably something better for. If you ever notice a fic of mine that could do with either tag pruning or an additional tag - please do let me know. I once managed to forget to add Whump to a fics tags and only remembered when a commenter mentioned it, I promise, I will not be mad.

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you’re not a social person/experience social anxiety?

See, I am Bad At People. I had very few friends going up and whether or not I have any neurodivergency (unknown, not unlikely, Dad almost definitely is, but I also have trauma from bullying and a shitty ex to complicate matters) I don't always socialise so good. I tend to observe social interactions and write them well, but outside of my close friends I get very antsy about interacting with new people.

This is why, generally, I stay in my own lane on tumblr; I'll post my metas and analysis here or in response to asks and only occasionally add them to other posts - and then posts by either people I know or, for whatever reason, feel comfortable enough to add to. I used to be a lot more fighty but frankly that intersects with my social shit badly and I am trying to keep to things which spark joy, even if people being wrong on the internet regularly makes me want to fight them.

Anyway. Comments are also easy because like - an awful lot of people don't respond to your comments? And it's a massive load off my anxious back to know I can just leave a comment and probably won't get any response. And then, if there is a response, it's often delightful because I wasn't expecting it and it's to a comment I probably put way too much thought into which means there's often something fun to discuss. Likewise - I love when people comment on my work with clearly thought out considerations and I know, from my own experiences, that many don't expect a reply and it'll be a nice surprise for them.

And, like I said - I'm trying to keep to things which spark joy. Spreading that joy in fandom is one such. World sucks enough - lets not add to it.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

So uh.

I reblogged a meta from @exhaustedwerewolf a lil while back and it's because of that meta that Kash is now eating my brain apparently? I have gained a new blorbo. I will be resuming my other WIPs soonish - the intense rush of writing has definitely tapered off some - but uh. Now I have 2(.5) new WIPs, centring on Kash and Zahra.

Oops?

Look I just really like poking at characters and their trauma and Kash and Zahra are both fun and drastically different examples.

Anyway so uh.

From what we hear of Kash's backstory, that boy was raised in a cult? I'm so glad I've listened to the Gangster Capitalism series on Liberty University and read/watched/listened as much as I have to stuff about cults and cult-like entities and abuse within those structures because uh.

Boy has some shit to pick through!

(It's extremely engaging.)

[mryddinwilt]

Hi! Please please continue the mutual pining canon divergence fic! Seriously, s3 angst and pining gives me life!! I'll promise to read all of your amazing ideas for this fic omg i can't wait!! It's sooooo amazing and I want more HAHAHAHAHA THE LONGING LOOKS, OMG THAT STUFF IS MY WEAKNESS I NEED IT IN MY LIFE!! (I'm secretly super thankful we want the same "tropes", now I get to read amazing fics from you) Stay inspired!!! Xx, diane

You have always been such a sweet and supportive reader! Thank you! As promised (though much delayed) here is a continuation! This is going on the archives soonish but to catch-up: Emma moved to NYC and Hook is ferrying Henry back and forth on weekends. Angst ensues. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3   Rated T | 1.2k 

Emma checked the old clock hanging above the desk and tapped her foot.

“You got somewhere to be, Emma?” Hank, the desk sergeant, asked as he looked up from the booking paperwork.  

“Just want to get home and out of this.” She gave him a half smile and gestured to her short red dress and matching heels. The outfit was good for capturing men’s attention long enough for her to slap a pair of cuffs on them but not the most comfortable when processing the skip. She didn’t add that Henry would be getting back from his trip to Storybrooke that evening and she wanted to be home when he arrived. She had missed her son this weekend and wanted some time with him before he rushed off to school Monday morning. There was, of course, the added complication of a certain devilishly handsome pirate who would be dropping him off but Emma was doing her best to ignore that particular detail.

“Well we are almost done,” Hank said.

Emma nodded knowing that was code for at least another twenty minutes. She pulled out her phone and texted Henry.

hung up at the station. be home in forty minutes if traffic is good. tell Hook thanks.

She paused wondering if she should have Hook watch him. But Henry would be fine on his own, there was no reason for Hook to stick around and Emma didn’t want it to seem like she was desperate to see him. Because she wasn’t. In fact, it would be better to avoid him and another encounter that made her ask questions that she shouldn’t. She hit send. The little dots appeared immediately

ok we just docked can I order pizza?

sure kid. and some cheesy bread while you’re at it.

He sent back a smiley and she put the phone away. As Hank continued to shuffle, stamp, and sign papers her mind turned to Hook and if she was being honest with herself she would have admitted that she was disappointed that she would miss him. Of course, Emma was rarely honest with herself.

In the end, it took twenty-five minutes before she left the station. All the way home she fought the flutter of hope that told her Hook would still be there, that he would have insisted on waiting. She wanted to be wrong and right at the same time and her stomach churned as a result. When she got to her door she paused and listened. She heard the faint sounds of the TV next door but nothing from her apartment. She pushed away her disappointment as she opened the door. Once inside she paused to slip out of her heels and pull off her jacket.

“Henry. I’m home.”  There was no reply. She frowned and went toward his room. “Henry?”

She reached his door just as Hook came out of it. They stopped just short of colliding and Emma caught her breath. A million emotions flooded through her but she settled on the one she was comfortable with–frustration.

“Hook? What the h–“

His finger pressed against her lips and she stopped.

“He’s asleep.” Hook whispered stirring the hair near her face with his hot breath. For a moment all Emma could think of was him tapping his lips in Neverland and the overwhelming urge she had to kiss him. She stepped back and his finger fell from her lips and shot behind his ear as he glanced down. He breathed in sharply and then his eyes were traveling back up her body as he took in her dress.

“Swan.” His voice was uneven. He glanced at her lips and she licked them involuntarily.

A loud knock came from the door. Emma jumped like a guilty teenager. She spun away and for a moment she forgot how to walk. Then she was moving and pulling it open to the grinning pizza delivery guy. She didn’t know if she wanted to punch him or thank him for stopping whatever had almost happened.

As they sorted out the payment the guy smiled at her his eyes taking the same path as Hook’s but leaving her feeling completely different. He was looking at her with admiration and a hunger that made her feel like less than a person. Hook had looked at her with a reverence and awe that had made her feel more like a princess. Maybe that’s why she had been five seconds from…whatever it was.

With pizza boxes in hand, Emma closed the door and took a few seconds to center herself before turning and facing Hook.

“Emma, I–“

“It wasn’t–“

They both started and then stopped. When she didn’t start again Hook did.

“I wanted to make sure the lad was safe. He fell asleep waiting for the pizza. I deposited him in his bed.” He gestured to the door.

She nodded. “Thanks.”

She heard the TV next door, the fridge humming, and the thrum of her own heart. She refused to meet his eyes but saw the clenching of his jaw. This was ridiculous they were both adults. They should just… But Emma didn’t know how to finish the sentence, didn’t know what they should or shouldn’t do.

Hook made a sound that might have been a cough or a huff. “I guess I will leave you to your dinner.” But he didn’t make a move to leave and she realized she was blocking his exit. That he didn’t trust himself to come that close to her again, she wasn’t sure she trusted herself either. All she had to do was step aside and let him leave and then she could be alone and could push the feelings he had let loose back into the box where they belonged.  She walked into the kitchen and placed the pizza on the counter. She heard his steps heading for the door.

“Well, there is plenty of food.” She found herself saying in a far too neutral voice given the way she felt. She turned to face him “If you are hungry.” She shrugged.

His eyes studied her with a lightning speed that took her breath away. And in the silence she suddenly knew that she wanted him to stay and the intensity of the feeling scared her. His shoulders drooped slightly.

“Thank you for the offer but I should be going.” His voice gave nothing away.

“Okay.” She turned hoping he hadn’t seen her disappointment.

After a pause, he spoke. “Goodnight, Swan.”

“Night.” She replied without turning, pretending to be searching for a plate. When the door clicked shut she closed her eyes, breathed deep, and reminded herself that this is what she had wanted when she moved to New York.

This is part of my “fanfic as timed writing exercise” prompts. And I have a lot asking for this to continue so expect more of various lengths (and quality). All of these will be tagged “mutual pining canon divergence”