#also like logan doesn't even show so sorry if you were looking forward to him

[tremendouscreationperson]

Bucky x Reader imagine

This could prolly work with Logan too now that I think of it

Imagine you work in a DIY store (I'm from the UK so it would be B&Q for me but I think the equivalent would be home depot?) and you meet this awkward hulk of a man who's staring off into space vaguely in your direction.

"you alright?" He snaps out of it and nods quickly reassuring you he was just thinking. "Well come find me if you need anything."

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He doesn't come back for a full month (he's embarrassed to have been caught spacing out and he also wants to know he's ready to be in public but his project isn't moving forward and he wants to finish it so he braves another trip to your store).

"screws are in aisle 21" you speak from behind him, having seen the one he brought for comparison in his hand.

Bucky quickly thanks you and heads off to the aisle. He hates that there's a loud radio and that there's constant chatter and even children running about without a care. It's a little much but his beloved family owned store had closed once Lester retired.

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Bucky is back looking for new sanding sheets the next time he comes across you. A man is yelling at you about a refund you cannot provide but you keep your cool and tell him politely to leave the store. He had no receipt, no packaging and had paid cash there was no way to track when he purchased it or if it was even from your shop so of course you couldnt give him money. The man was escorted out by the security guard and you asked the young boy at the returns desk if he was okay, he nodded and thanked you before you walked off.

Bucky quickly fell into step with you, you gave him a curious side eye. "you alright?"

"yeah, just watched the commotion. You handled yourself well."

"thanks, at least I get paid to be shouted at, poor Ryan doesn't." You gave him a quick wink and walked away.

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It was a while before you two saw eachother again, he had returned to the store (definitely not to see you) but you weren't in or were merely unavailable.

"hey." Bucky spoke as you handed a customer a tin of mixed paint.

"hey, there. Long time no see."

"yeah, been a while."

The conversation came to an abrupt stand still as you waited for him to elaborate. He never did and you quickly asked, "so why ya here now? What ya getting?"

"just some undercoat today."

"5." You provided him the opportunity to exit the conversation. He didn't take it and you continued with, "I can show you if you want."

Bucky nodded and let you lead him through to the undercoats. You showed him the difference between the brands and the sizing. He knew the one he wanted but liked you talking so let you.

"thank you (y/n)." He spoke as you left, your eyes flashed with confusion before remembering you were wearing a name badge

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"hey, (y/n)." Your name woke you up.

"oh hey." You rubbed your eye. "Sorry, I closed last night and opened today so I am dead."

The security guard he had previously seen was walking past and heard your words. "They work you too hard." He spoke with a slight accent.

"yes they do Dave." You agreed with a chuckle

Bucky liked your smile and your laugh, it was a sweet, almost delicate, thing.

"you were just-" he motioned towards the computer you stood at. "Standing."

"yeah. I have to print the sales reports and do a team brief, then I can go home." You quickly logged back into the computer. "God I'm actually scarily tired." You made a face but we're still smiling.

"why did you close and then open?"

"Ahh, Carlota is sick." You shrugged. "I'm the next nearest so they call little ol' me. That's what I get for being a team leader."

"team leader?" He hadn't heard of that job role

"essentially I'm a manager but I get paid less and do more work." You pressed print. "Right, I'll see you soon I assume? Oh that rhymes!"

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"paint is my thing." You agreed. "Let's get you paint. We want Dulux? Crown? We mix in Valspar."

Bucky gave you a shrug. "What's a good paint for a bedroom?"

"literally any emulsion." You waved a hand towards your colour charts. "What colour you feeling?"

"I don- black?"

"for your whole room?"

"yeah?"

"I'd only ever say yes to that if your house had one full window wall. Black is a lot. Its the absence of colour, to put it dramatically... it'll depress you. We can do a deep colour like a green or a maroon or even a beige but I think black is too hardcore even for you."

Bucky listened and nodded. You seemed to know what you were talking about.

"maybe have a look online at some inspo pics?"

"I don't really do online." He confessed. "I barely have a phone, I don't even think it's on me." He patted his pockets.

"oh wow. I mean good for you. I wish I could get off mine more but I read a lot on my phone so it's a bit difficult."

"what are you reading?"

"I am currently rereading the lord of the rings." You thrust your forearm towards him displaying a tattoo he had noticed before. "Kinda a fan."

"I liked the hobbit." Bucky nodded. "I haven't read the lord of the rings, yet."

"oh you must! And the silmarillian(however you spell that, sue me)!" You gave him a big smile and looked to his left, Bucky followed and saw an elderly lady waiting patiently with a colour chip.

"I'll be back for a colour."

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"So you've chosen your colour?"

"what's your favourite colour?"

"I dunno it changes a lot to be fair." He had noticed you decorated yourself in brightly coloured things, sometimes it was your nails, sometimes it was hair clips or bangles. Either way you always had some form of colour. "Been feeling blue recently. The colour, not sadness."

"then I'd like a blue."

"for your room?"

"yeah."

"pffftt. No! You strike me as a brown guy." You folded your arms. "You have a lot of mahogany and oak in your house, you probably built a lot of your furniture, so I think a nice deep warm feature wall and the rest can be white or cream."

Bucky was able to picture what you said and did agree it would look nice. "okay that."

"right now I have like 200 shades of brown, let's have a look."

It took less than five minutes for you to say "what about thi-" and him immediately say yes, you walked him to the tills and when he was at the exit you stopped him.

"you know you don't wear a name badge."

"no," he agreed "I don't."

"you know my name, that's a little unfair, right?"

"oh, B- call me James." He held out a hand

"call you James?" You raised a brow but shook the offered hand.

"it's my name."

"right." You laughed. "Well that does it. It's a shame. I've sworn off James'"

"you've?"

"my ex was a James, so I've sworn you lot off."

"oh I didn't know."

"well how could you." You playfully shrugged.

"no I didn't know that was on the cards."

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The playful flirting continues a while before he eventually asks you on a date, it's beautiful and you had a wonderful time. Bucky even took up actually taking his phone out with him incase you sent a text, he was bad at responding but liked that you thought of him. He just liked you, you werent a hero or a mutant or someone with supreme intelligence. You were an average person making the most of their life, you weren't a massive fan of the job you were in a fact he knew when he asked if you'd get in trouble for talking to him so much "if they wanna be rid of me that's actually in my favour". You were normal. He loved it. The idea of normality was daunting when he thought of all he had done but when he pictured you he felt warm. It felt peaceful.

[when-will-they-interact]

Could you do prompt 11 or 6 u don’t have to though sorry

11- “Excuse you, I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want, outside of work hours. You can’t stop me.”

 Virgil raised a hand to shield his eyes from the bright glare of the light pointed right at him. Squinting to see past it, he did his level best to glare his disapproval at his two best friends.

 “Guys, is this really necessary?” he grumbled.

 “Oh, definitely. You’ve been acting weird for months and every time we ask you manage to deflect. We’re simply taking proactive measures to find out what’s up with you before it comes around to bite all of us in the butt.” Janus adjusted his gloves, looking every bit the super-villain-interrogator he was pretending to be.

“And you don’t think that this whole setup is entirely too ridiculous and dramatic for a lawyer of your standing?”

 “Excuse you, I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want, outside of work hours. You can’t stop me.”

 “Not that we’d want to. Jan, hon, where’d you put the tweezers?” Remus butted in.

 “No tweezers. We agreed,” Janus patted them on the shoulder consolingly, adding, “but you do get to sing if he doesn’t cooperate.”

 Virgil’s eyes widened in fear. If Janus was willing to let Remus sing, they must be taking this really seriously.

 “All right. Before we begin, state your name for the record.”

 Virgil raised an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed.

 “Fine. Have it your way. We’ll get right into it then. You’ve been going out more often than usual, citing, and I quote, ‘hanging with friends’. We all know this has to be a blatant lie, because neither of us was with you during these times and we happen to be your only friends. You also missed the day your favorite band was in town during their tour. You’ve worn something other than your hoodie 13 times in the last 2 months, an all time high. You’ve invested in eyeshadow that isn’t black and actually used it. What’s going on?”

 Virgil blinked. His friends kept closer tabs on his hoodie than he had thought. Their work was impressive, but he wasn’t gonna crack that easy. “So you’re saying I can’t make new friends?”

 Re gasped dramatically. “You would abandon us? Leave us to suffer in the dust and the day-to-day grind of life as you make your way up the social ladder? Virge, the betrayal shall simply kill me!”

 Virgil rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop himself from grinning at his friend’s theatrics. “I’d never abandon you; you know that.”

 “So then what is it?”

 “Why do you guys feel such a pressing need to pry into how I spend my time?”

 “Because we’re worried.”

 “What could you possibly be worried about? Me changing things up a bit?”

 “We’re worried about you because we think you might be taking the same road as your mom.”

 Virgil did a double take, sure this had to be some kind of sick prank, but the look in Janus’ eyes stopped him from saying so. Jan was deadly serious, and Virgil was only now realizing that the theatrics were his friends trying not to fully freak out.

 “The weird outings, the spacy look you get, the odd behavior, the missing important events? We were there, Virge, we remember how it went. We’re worried about you, and we want to know if you’re safe. You can tell us anything, we’ll help you with anything.” Remus’ voice was quieter than usual, and for the first time in a long time, they looked scared.

 Virgil didn’t respond for a bit. He was mentally berating himself for not realizing just how his recent behavior would look, and also for not just telling them what was going on in the first place.

 “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think. I should have known how you guys would see this. I can assure you it’s not that.”

 “So what is it then?” Jan asked.

 “I, um, I’ve been seeing someone,” Virgil sped forward, determined to get the story out before either of them could interrupt, “His name is Logan, and I didn’t say anything because he’s kinda high profile and we wanted the relationship under wraps until the both of us were ready. I should have told you guys, though, you’re my closest friends and I don’t like keeping things from you.”

 “You. You got a boyfriend???” Remus’ jaw was practically on the ground.

 “Is it really that hard to believe?” Virgil asked, defensive.

 “Considering your track record of running away from romantic relationships, yes, it kind of is.” Janus had slumped in relief the moment Virgil had explained, but now he perked back up.

 “I- okay fair.”

 “Wait, what do you mean ‘high profile’?”

 “He’s this big name in investing or something. To be honest, I completely lost track of what he was saying when he tried to explain. The financial terms went right over my head. J, you’ll probably get along great with him.”

 “Wait, this Logan, he wouldn’t happen to be Logan Berry would he?” the question came from the least expected source, Remus.

 “Yes? How in the world-“

 Remus held up a finger, pulling out their phone and tapping at it frantically. Finally, they held it up to show an Instagram page. To be specific, their twin’s Instagram page.

 “What’s Roman got to do with this?”

 Remus pointed at the first picture, which depicted Roman with two people at a coffee shop. Virgil squinted.

 “That’s- that’s Logan sitting with him.”

 “Apparently you’re dating my brother’s bestie. Well, one of them, anyway.”

 “We really do live in some really shitty soap opera.” Janus dramatically flopped back. Remus patted him consolingly on the shoulder.

 Virgil, seeing his chance, stood up, ready to make his escape.

 “You can go now, but don’t think we won’t be after you for deets later.” Re called as he left.

 Virgil groaned good-naturedly, but inside he was giddy as a kid on Halloween. His friends remained brilliant as ever, and now he was free to gush like he’d been dying to do for months. As he stepped into the sun, Virgil grinned. Things were good. Things were really good. And judging by the text he’d just gotten, things were about to get better. Virgil texted back and set off with a spring in his step. He had a date to get to.

[mother-snake]

Me: *looks at completed homework* *looks at Jessie* *looks at homework* Now that I have my freedom your heart is in danger once again. Be warned brave friend.

Also me: JANUS!! GET YOUR BLOND HEAD OUT HERE!!! I NEED YOU AGAIN!

faintly in the distance: noooooooo

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All the sides were wearing black.

They just got home from a very sad event that day, no one wanted to say the title out loud because they couldn't accept that he was gone. Rain hit the mindscape windows, similarly, tears were streaming down all of their faces.

After the event, all the sides went to their rooms. All except a certain dark blue side.

Logan was on the couch. Black suit being crumpled by the lax sitting position. In his shaking hands was held a letter. Everyone had at least one letter. Logan had the most with five letters. Each one had a number.

Logan grabbed the letter labeled #1

It was of medium size. White envelope contrasting with the red wax used to seal it. The only thing that marked that it was for him was the blue ink used to mark his name.

Trying not to tear the paper. Logan opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Logan,

I guess if you're reading this I'm gone. To that fact, I'm truly sorry. I wish I could be there. But this is for the best.

I suppose you know what happened to the dark side by now. If you don't well.... Its gone. Wrath, Apathy and Depression were just getting too powerful, it didn't matter how much I hid them away they still got to Thomas... and I can't have them destroying Thomas's life. I need to do my job, even if it kills me. I really did enjoy your company! I hope you know that.

Often times the only thing that could get me out of the bed in the morning was being able to see your face. Or being able to debate with you. Or seeing you talk about space for hours! God Logan, I could go on for hours about how you made my horrid life better. You were my best friend.

These letters are going to be written over a period of time. I don't think I have it in me to say goodbye to the 5 people who made my life tolerable all at once. I'm going to be writing one letter a day. Till tomorrow Logan?

~Deceit Sanders

Logan let out a steady breath. He refused to cry over the first letter. He debated over reading all of the letters at once but.... Janus said tomorrow... He'll read letter #2 the following day.

The next morning was just as somber. Logan sat on his bed and gripped the second letter.

This one was the same size, but the envelope was a light baby blue. The seal black. Logan opened it with just as much care as before.

Hello Logan

Another day, another migraine? I get it... Not the time for jokes. I just finished writing Roman's second letter. I always felt so bad for everything involving Roman.

I manipulated him, I told him lies, I compared him to his brother. Kinda makes me deserve this I have a feeling he might try something. Snake instincts. Watch him for me, please? You five need to be a family, I've witnessed what happens to sides to end up hating eachother. Its not pretty. You don't want that Logan.

I guess that is what makes me have to do this. If we only acted like a family I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to do a lot of things if the darks weren't pricks.

The stupid thing is that I know you would try to talk me out of this plan. And you're right. God you're always right. Why do you have to be right all the time? I wish I was right all the time. But its ok. I'll be the side who hides the truth.

Blessings and a curses, right?

I'll write to you again tomorrow Logan

~ Janus Deceit Sanders

Logan gulped in another breath. He could read that crossed out section... Janus was right. They have to be there for eachother.

Why don't they go watch Janus' favourite movies? That sounds like a fun way to remember someone. Logan got the others.

-time skip-

It was just passed midnight. Everyone else was asleep on the couch as Coraline played on the TV. Logan stared at the third letter. It was technically the next day.... Logan grabbed the letter.

This letters envelope was a burnt tan colour. Yellow wax acted as the seal.

My dear, Logan

I never wanted to be hugged so much then I do right now. I have to barricade my door to prevent Wrath from getting inside, he's always been a loud side.

I remember when I was nothing but a child -Virgil is ten years older then me. Did you know that? I forget that sometimes- I always had blond hair. I know that you and the other lights also have lighter coloured hair. Well anyway. Wrath hates my hair, says that I don't belong. I can also only do that little silencing trick when I'm on your side of the mind. And I can only automatically heal when on the light side too. Huh. I never released how long that list was. Maybe I'm just defective... That has to be it... Right?

I always looked up to you. You could tell people how it was and not cower when things go wrong. You truly are amazing Logan. You need to show the others that. I know that the others love and care for you. You need to accept that love logan! Please. Don't fall into a similar pit of despair I fell into so long ago. I never escaped that pit. Don't fall in it too.

I know how you like to cope Logan. You seek familiar things that remind you of that person. Thats why I did something for you. Under your bed is my all time favourite book, Good Omens, My favourite snacks and an USB with my playlist on it. I hope you love them as much as I did Logan. I'll write to you tomorrow.

~Janus Sanders

Janus wasn't lying when he found the little care package. Logan wasn't crying. Absolutely not! Patton was cooking with onions. Logan never released how much he loved chocolate covered pretzels and jazz until that moment.

The next day Logan didn't even bother to get dressed. He just grabbed the next letter. A soft pastel yellow with a blue seal. Logan tore it open, eger to read what the yellow side wrote next.

Dear Bluebell,

Kinda weird calling you that. But I guess I won't be alive long enough to see your negative reaction. Bluebells were always my favourite flower. Would it be rude to keep calling you bluebell? Well, I guess it's a little too late for that.

It just came to my attention that by this time tomorrow I'm going to be...Gone. I made the poison that would get rid of them. My venom is one of the only things that can kill a side. Would be a bit ironic dying from my own venom huh? Well, I might as well tell you my plan.

Do you remember that party you and the others snuck into? The masquerade? We're having another party tomorrow. And it was always my job to serve the wine. We can't have the others being suspicious to why I didn't drink my wine. They will be dead in less then ten minutes. My venom is painful. But it'll kill them. I'll kill them 10x over, I'm not looking forward to five minutes in where the venom shuts down your lungs.

Anyway, I'm a side known for plans right? Not always the best plans but it counts. I still remember debating with you as Patton. Maybe... Maybe I could sneak over today? Pathetic last wish, but I would love to have a hug and a movie. I'm going to head over to your side soon.

Bluebell Logan when I'm gone. I need you to do something for me. Don't let them forget me...Please. That is all I want. I don't want my body to be left inside of that empty house. I don't want to die next to the people I hate the most. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. I'll see you later today.

~Bumblebee

Logan was crying. That day... Janus asked for a hug and a movie.

He only gave Janus a hug after the look of heart break was too much for him to bear. Logan didn't wait to grab the next letter.

My Beloved Bluebell

Today is the day, I never thought I would admit this but... I'm scared. Do you think that there is Heaven and Hell for sides? If there is I guess I'm going to hell. Suicide is a sin. Not like anything else I've done deserves heaven.

I don't have very long for this letter. 30 minutes. I have 30 minutes till my heart stops. God I'm terrified. This is the last letter I'm writing Logan. I finished writing Virgil's letters yesterday. All thats left is your letter. And holy fuck I'm scared.

I have to do this, I overheard Wrath making a plan to overthrow the mind. I can't let that happen. I would fail at my only job. It doesn't matter if I'm scared or not, I need to do my job. Thomas would suffer if I didn't.

20 minuites, I have ten minutes till the party. My hand is shaking. Can you tell from my writing? I hope you can still read this. If you can't the letter is pointless.

Logan, I know that this is never something you would reciprocate but...

I love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to take you to the moon for a honeymoon and take you dancing among the stars. I wanted to be the tired husband that has to deal with your legionds of roommates. Logan I love you so god damn much I can't put it into words. I know you could never love me though. Its ok.

Take care of yourself for me please. Don't let your beautiful family fall apart. Don't let the despair of my death cause one of yours. Don't let one of the others blame themselves. This is no ones fault but mine.

I love you

~Janus Sanders

Logan dropped the letter and let out the most agonizing scream that could ever come out of his mouth. He cried. He cried and cried and cried. He cried until no more sound came out and his eyes burned.

He didn't notice when the other four came into the room and held him close.

All Logan did was trace the words on the page.

"I love you too, my bumblebee."

The sides could only feel the hole in their heart grow bigger.

~~~~~

I made myself sad again. I CAN'T EVEN CRY! MY PARENTS ARE IN THE ROOM! Curse my own brain ;-;

Here it is!

[iamjustyouraveragefander]

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

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

Hopefully you enjoy the outcome either way!

Also, sorry for the super long wait!

Word Count: 1,939

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, alright, fair enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh… yeah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lo? Who you talking to?”

Speak of the devil.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remus gave a small hum in reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Murder in the Dressing Room

Chapter 3: 2 buttons

Chapter one, chapter 2, ao3

Warnings: slight suggestive content around the end (not too bad), murder/character death

As always @pathos-logical did an increble amount of work on this and everyone should go give her all the love

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"Dada!" Logan could hear Patton's protest from the other room, which was quickly followed by the sound of unsteady footsteps that grew louder and louder until his one-year-old had run straight into his legs. He finished buttoning up his shirt before leaning down and lifting the child into his arms. Logan was the last person on earth you'd expect to want a child, and in a way he didn't. Or at least, he hadn't, not at first. About 16 months ago, his best friend had died giving birth to Patton, and all hopes of becoming "Uncle Logan" were thrown out the window and replaced with "dada".

His roommate Virgil walked in the room after the child, a small grin on his face. "The lil rugrat keeps getting away from me!" he laughed, sitting on Logan's bed. "I don't think he wants you to leave." Logan bounced the baby on his hip before handing him down to Virgil, earning a soft "nooo" from the child. 

"Thank you for watching him Virgil, I really can't tell you how much you're helping me." Logan shifted his attention back to Patton and smiled, poking his nose lightly. "Dada's gonna be gone for a while, okay?" The baby shook his head furiously, pouting before stretching out his arms and making grabby hands. Powerless to resist that face, Logan picked him up and began to bounce him again. 

"Pattttonnn," he sing-songed. "I gotta go, baby, or else I'll be late." He smiled at the boy clutching his shirt while trying to discreetly check his watch to see how long he had till he needed to leave. "Go to Uncle Vee now, okay?" Despite having lived with Virgil as long as he had lived with Logan, Patton had never really latched on to him the way he had Logan, deeming "Uncle Vee" as tolerable but not preferred- probably because of Virgil's piercings, tattoos, loud music, and overall gloomy vibe. 

Logan slowly pulled Patton off his shirt and placed him back in the arms of his roommate and friend. 

"Fix your hair before you go out," Virgil commented, standing up with the baby and tossing Logan's hair around with his hand. Logan looked in the mirror to see a "messy on purpose" look much more suited to Remy than him. 

"What was wrong with how I had it before?" he asked, flinching and covering his glasses when Virgil brought the hairspray to his hair.

"Too neat. If you really want this dude to like you, ya gotta loosen up." Virgil winked at him before unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dark navy shirt.

"This isn't a date, Virgil, this is a meeting between two friends to discuss the loss of… an acquaintance," Logan sniffed, but the shirt remained the way it was.

Patton let out a big yawn, arching his body before settling into Virgil's side. He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and decided now was a perfect time for a nap. Virgil effortlessly adjusted his hold on him before quirking a pierced eyebrow at Logan. "Oh really? Your ex-boyfriend strolls into your life after you lose your mutual best friend, and now you're meeting up for the first time since the breakup." Virgil walked to the corner of Logan's room where Patton's small baby bed was set up, laying him down gently. "I've seen enough telenovelas to know that this will end with a makeout session in the rain." 

Logan rolled his eyes before stuffing his wallet and phone in his back pocket. He leaned down and kissed Patton's head softly, whispering a soft "love you" to the sleeping baby before making his way to the door. 

"Be home by 10!" Virgil called playfully, careful to make sure not to wake up the baby. 

"I am not a child, Virgil, I do not require a curfew," he joked, smiling back at his friend. He walked out the door and softly clicked it closed as he made his way down his apartment's hallway. 

"Is!"

"Isn't!"

"Is!!"

"ISN'T!"

"IS!" Remus shouted over Roman, laughing loudly before kicking his legs out, only to be silenced to a pillow to the face. 

"It. Isn't. A. Date!" Roman punctuated each syllable with another whack of the pillow, earning himself a kick in the gut. Amazing how even after twenty years they acted like they did when they were five. 

Remus kicked Roman again, shoving him into the floor and also probably leaving a considerable bruise. 

"Jesus fuck," Roman groaned, "do you always have to play so rough?" He lifted his shirt to observe the red mark on his stomach, flinching as he prodded at it. 

Roman ignored Remus' whiny "It's not my fault! You were trying to kill me!" and pulled himself up, picking through the mess on the floor to look through Remus' closet for anything he could pass off as acceptable fashion. Unfortunately, his twin's taste in clothing was… very different from his own, to say the least.

It had been three days since he and Logan had agreed to meet up, three days since Thomas has been murdered, three days since he'd last returned to his and Thomas' house. It hurt too much to go back now- he needed time. 

"Why the hell is everything you wear straight out of a clown's formal wear catalog?" Roman sneered, holding up a neon green polka-dotted suit jacket before dropping it in the trash can. Really, it was a wonder anything was hung up at all, considering the state of the house Remus was currently infesting. 

"Shut up and take what you can get!" Remus snapped, coming up and scanning the closet beside his brother. He reached in and yanked out a black pencil skirt before shoving it into Roman's hands. "There, that'll get you some detective D," he leered, wiggling his eyebrows. It took every ounce of self-restraint Roman had to not fucking deck the man in the face.

"I had planned on wearing pants," Roman scowled, thinking of how cold the walk back home could get, but he folded the skirt over his arm nonetheless. After some more bickering and insults, Remus managed to dig up a plain red short-sleeved button-up for him from the bottom of his drawers. 

"Do you have any makeup?" Roman called from the bathroom, frantically smoothing out his shirt from where it was tucked into his skirt, trying to keep it from leaving any weird bumps or wrinkles.

"Why the fuck would I have makeup?!" Remus yelled back. ‘Probably for the best,’ Roman decided. ‘Spending another minute in this bathroom might be hazardous to my health.’ 

"I don't know," Roman complained, stepping out of the bathroom and pulling on a pair of Remus' shoes. "You paint your nails and own a fucking pencil skirt, it doesn't exactly seem like you've fallen victim to toxic masculinity." He very maturely stuck his tongue out at Remus as he took out his phone to check the time. He glanced down, and then again with disbelief. Shit. He'd spent way too much time bickering with his brother, and now he was running late. 

"If I'm not back by midnight, don't come looking for me," Roman winked. It was an old joke- they used to say that to each other every time they snuck out of the house for a date or to hang out with friends. 

"Aha! So you admit it's a date!" Remus cheered, leaning forward for effect. Roman simply slammed the door in his face and began his trek to the restaurant. 

The restaurant was bustling. Friday nights were the busiest for all of the restaurants in the area, especially the nice ones. Roman had picked the place, although the reason he would choose such a nice place for a friendly gathering was beyond Logan.

As per usual, Logan had arrived early and seated himself in a booth near the back of the restaurant. Today, however, he was regretting his punctuality for multiple reasons. First of all, the restaurant's dim lighting, supplied by fake candles and an overly gaudy chandelier, called back to other times he had waited on Roman at some fancy restaurant for date night, and the longer he waited, the harder it was to suppress those memories. Second, the more time passed, the more self-conscious Logan got. After seeing all the men in nice suits and ties pass by, he was starting to regret letting Virgil mess up his hair instead of sticking with the neat slicked-back look he wore on a daily basis. 

And third, Logan had been waiting for so long he was beginning to suspect Roman had backed out on him. Just as he was promising himself he'd leave after another five minutes, he saw a man in a red shirt and tight black skirt squeeze his way through the restaurant. 

"Hi, I'm sorry I'm so late!" Roman rushed out. His expression went from apologetic to annoyed in a second as he said, rolling his eyes: "Problems with my brother, he can be a real bitch sometimes."

The explanation startled a laugh out of Logan. Roman's exasperation looked so genuine that Logan couldn't doubt him, and… it was nice to see that Roman hadn't changed after all this time. He waved off Roman's worry, who smiled with relief before sitting down and picking up a menu. "Wine?" 

Roman giggled as Logan pushed him against his car. Okay, so maybe after a bottle of wine it was… more or less a date.

Logan's hands pulled at Roman's shirt, unbuttoning it and pushing his hands under the fabric. It had been so long since they'd kissed like this- far too long since Logan had kissed anyone, really, and Ethan had never used to kiss Roman like this, like he was the center of his universe. 

Logan ran his hands over Roman's stomach, accidently pressing on the fresh bruise. Roman winced and pulled away, pushing at Logan's hands.

Logan backed away immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked seriously, brown eyes wide and sparkling down at Roman with concern. Roman chuckled and pulled up his shirt, showing off the now red and blue bruise.

"Remus," he sighed wearily. "You know how he is." He leaned back in and connected his lips to Logan's, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and dragging him down in a much less heated kiss.

"Can we go back to yours?" Roman asked quietly. This was really what he needed after things ended badly with Dee. Even if they could just snuggle like they used to, it'd make everything seem okay again. 

Logan shook his head. "I can't," he winced regretfully. "I have a child now, Ro, and Virgil's still there with us…" He trailed off, fiddling with his glasses. Roman smiled softly and nodded- not pushing, not asking for more. They'd just have to wait. 

"I could give you a ride back to Remus' if you'd like," Logan offered instead. "Making you walk home after, ah, that, seems rude." He laughed a little awkwardly, his smile a little strained, but Roman only nodded and pulled open the passenger door he was pushed up against only moments before. 

When Roman returned home just before 1 am, it was to find Remus lying dead on the kitchen floor, a golden mask with a deep frown adorning his face. Just like how he'd found Thomas…

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Fast cars & Freedom: From the ground up (14/?)

Ellie gets a surprise visit and revelations are made. Catch up HERE.

Pairing: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Raiting: Mature

It had been a few days since the Divorce hearing, well the hearing that came to an abrupt halt when she fainted.  Ellie sat curled up in the couch attempting to watch a movie, her mind everywhere else but. She finally had the answers, she knew who Luca's father was and she spoke with the Judge via CCTV. Big changes were coming and she wasn't exactly sure how to move forward. It was Friday night and she still had not heard from Colt.  Her dad and Sally away at the grand canyon, Luca had a long week at school and went down easy.

Riya had texted her several times asking her if she wanted her to come over and have a girls night. The doctor had given her the clear to leave with minimal restrictions except to stay hydrated and eat, that and follow up with her doctor. The diagnosis something she did not expect, she wasn't really sure how to tell those closest to her so she said nothing at all. Ellie heard the thunder outside, the rain had picked up as well.

 They weren't expecting a storm but they helped her sleep, and how she needed the sleep. She stood up, turning off the Tv and making her way to the stairs when she heard a knock at the door. It was 9pm, who would be there that late. She walked to the door, cautiously opening it, she was surprised to find two dark eyes staring back at her. "Colt?"

He stood there soaked to the bone "Come in here, what were you thinking driving your bike in the rain." She ushered him inside and closed the door behind him. "I don't know, I just needed to get out. So I drove, and I ended up here." He spoke as Ellie ran and grabbed him some towels. "I shouldn't be here." He wiped his face and headed towards the door.  "No. Colt wait. Don't go." He abruptly stopped, the sound of her telling him to stay made his heart flutter, but it was quickly snuffed out by the hurt and anger he had pent up. "Why do you care huh? Im yesterday's news. You didn't waste any time divorcing me." He snapped.

"Im sorry Colt. I-" she tried speaking but he cut her off. "I love you Ellie. I always fucking will, but you never gave me a chance." His voice getting louder. "I know and I'm sorry I hurt you but if you-"

"I know, You're sorry.  Sorry doesn't help my hurt. I should go." He cut her off again.

"You're an asshole." Ellie snapped, Colt gave her a half chuckle "I'm an asshole?"

"Yeah. And a cocky smart ass too." She stood her ground.  

"Well thanks a lot for stating the obvious.  I thought you were smarter than that." He scoffed at her. "Good luck with Logan.  I'm sure you guys will make a real great family." He turned hand on the door. "I couldn't go through with it." Colt froze in place, unsure if he hear her right, or if she meant what he thought she did.  He turned looking at her. "What did you say?"

"I didn't go through with the divorce. Its you Colt, it's always been you. I was just to stub-" His lips crashed against hers, silencing her immediately as she melted into his kiss. "I love you." She whispered as she pressed her lips to his again. "I love you too." He pulled back their eyes locked, searching one another for some sort of sign. Ellie pressed her body against his bringing her arms up around his neck, her hands threading his dark locks before slipping down pulling the damp shirt over his head.

They made short work of their clothes, Colt lifting her by the thighs and carrying her to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, he carefully climbed on top of her, his lips finding hers, this time much softer. "I feel like i'm dreaming. Like i'm going to wake up and you'll be gone. I'll be alone again."

She grabbed his hand guiding him up her sides "You feel that? This is real. I'm not going anywhere, I'm yours colt." Her words igniting a fire within him. "You're mine." He whispered into her lips as he lined himself up, and slowly sank into her. He set his pace slow and steady, he wanted to take his time with her, to show her how much he needed her, to please her. His hands tangled in her hair, their lips pressed together, swallowing each others moans, his thrust hitting just the right spot each time. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, he knew she was close,  he also knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer after that. He lifted her legs slightly so she could wrap them around his waist, he thrust deeper as she called out his name, coming completely undone. A few pumps letter he found his own release.

He rested his head against hers, looking into her eyes. "I love you,  so much." He kissed her nose. "Mmm I love you too." He rolled over on the side of her, resting his head against her chest. The steady beat of her heart beginning to lull him to sleep. "Colt."

"hmmm." He murmured.  "I'm pregnant." He propped himself up on his elbow "Yeah?"

She nodded her head. "I found out when I fainted at the court hearing. Im about 6 weeks.  Turns out, we're pretty good at making babies." She giggled.

In that moment Colt was over the moon, He got his wife back, and she was giving him a baby. "You have no idea how happy you have made me." He tilted his head kissing her. "Wait, you said babies. Are there two? is it twins?!"

"No. Just 1 in there." She waited for him to catch on, And finally he did. His eyes went wide. "Are you saying? Does that mean?" He sat up in the bed, the tears now welling in his eyes.  "Luca is your daughter. You were right all along." Colt was never one to show emotion, but his heart was so full he thought it would surely burst. He went through his whole life feeling like something was missing, feeling half full. He chalked it up to his father pushing him away, but now he knew that it was Her, this family they made, that was the missing piece.

Ellie told him about how she fainted at court was taken to the hospital where they ran blood test. Logan telling her she was making a mistake, his words hitting her hard. So when Darnell came in and they had the video chat with the judge, she informed her she was not wanting to go forward with the divorce.  Instead she wanted her last name changed, and pending a positive paternity test, Luca's last name changed to Kaneko as well. The doctor giving them the results to the paternity test right after, and then she found out she was pregnant.

Colt pulled her close to him,placing frantic kisses all over her face. "Are you happy?" She giggled as he pulled away.  "Hell yeah!" He grinned placing his hand on her flat stomach. "I can't wait to have a son. One of each, I just. I can't even wait. I love you Elle."

"How do you know its a boy. We have a girl, maybe it's another girl." She countered. He gave her a sideways smirk "wishful thinking."

"So um, not to kill the mood but. I take it Logan knows." She nodded her head yes. "He does. He was a little upset but honestly he took it pretty well. He's just excited to be uncle Logan, and spoil her rotten."

He chuckled "He's a good guy," Ellie shot him a surprised look "Don't make me say it again."

"And Luca? Does she know?" Colt traced lazy circles on her invisible bump.

"Not yet. I think we can tell her in the morning." She smiled down at him.

"Sounds good to me, but until then." He smirked as his placed open mouth kisses on her neck. "Were not getting any sleep tonight are we?" She softly moaned out. He shot her a mischievous look as he made his way down her body. "We have 6 years to make up for. What do you think?"

The next morning Ellie woke up to an empty bed, she would have thought he left if it weren't for the aroma of bacon teasing her nostrils. She got dressed and crept down the stairs to find a shirtless colt standing over the stove. She leaned up against the entryway watching him "the bacon grease is gonna get you." He turned towards her,  "No it's, oh shit. Ouch. Ouch. Not." He said dropping a slab of bacon i to the grease jumping back. Ellie squeal in a fit of laughter. "Oh you think that's funny?" He rushed over tickling her. "NOOOO, Colt, stop it." She giggled, finally he pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her. "Morning Wifey.." He murmured, brushing his lips against hers. "Good morning, hubby."

They pulled away hearing the echo of little footsteps coming down the stairs. Luca appeared moments later, her eyes lighting up immediately "Colt! You're here, you're here." She ran into his arms. "Hey Princess. I missed you." He picked her up hugging her tight. "I missed you Colt. Don't leave anymore." She nuzzled her head against his shoulder. "I won't. I'm not going anywhere anymore, I promise." He sat her down at the table next to Ellie, he went over to the stove pulling the food of and plating them. He sat two plates full of food in front Ellie and Luca before grabbing his own and joined them. "Mmm chocolate chip pancakes my favorite. And mommy, look its Mickey Mouse!"

"Grampy told me chocolate chip pancakes were your favorite." Colt beamed. "Can you cook us breakfast every morning Colt?" Luca said as she enjoyed her breakfast. Colt and Ellie shared a look. Ellie cleared her throat "Well baby, we have something we would like to tell you."

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[grayson-22]

Shut up.

Based off of what my friend AJ said

Warnings

Drinking, like a lot.

Self doubt mention (like once)

Collage au

Also, Derien is Deceit and he has scars instead of scales (old burn marks)

Pairings: Prinxiety (sexual) dukceit (romantic), and logicality (romantic with sexual tension)

Regrets are made.

I would also like to note that I do not believe all heterosexual people are stupid.

Oh also...there's mention of sex, a few times.

~

Roman was the first to come home from class, waiting on his brother and roommates. He knew everyone was going to be stressed, so he made himself busy, he decorated everything and sent out a text to every friend he had.

Tonight he was throwing a party. He told Virgil so he wouldn't freak out, but let the others be surprised.

Virgil came home next, deciding to help Roman with decorations and finishing off the shitty vodka Roman bought weeks ago. "We need more booze if this is going to be fun..." Virgil groaned out, feeling a bit tipsy.

"Well if someone would stop drinking we'd have booze!" Roman sighed.

"Hey! There wasn't enough for everyone! Not to mention this is shit! Normally I'd be drunk off my ass right now, but you got weak stuff, next time let me buy it." Virgil argues back.

Roman groans, he knew Virgil had a point. "Fine, grab my keys. Make sure to GIVE me them. You're not driving." Roman said, yanking the keys from Virgil. They got in the car and quickly bought cases of beer and a few bottles of Vodka, tequila, and scotch at Virgils request.

They get back to their dorm and finish up their decorating before everyone else gets back.

~

Logan looked at their dorm in shock, he had no idea Roman was going to throw a party. There were people already showing up when he, Patton, Derien, and Remus showed up.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Logan called out, "look Ro...I've had a stressful day. I do not need your idiotic ideas right now..." he said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I know you've had a stressful day, that's why I threw you a party. Giving you a chance to let loose, you don't have classes for 3 days! Take advantage of those days to nurse a hangover." Roman smiled and pulled everyone in.

It wasn't long before Remus and Virgil began doing shots, Virgil being the winner.

Derien looked around, drinking lightly, he didn't want to become wasted like his boyfriend. It wasn't until Remus had given him the puppy eyes did he finally take 3 shots of Vodka.

Roman was drinking heavily, almost like he didn't want to remember tonight at all.

Patton and Logan were moderately drunk, not as much as the rest of them, but close. Patton was kissing his boyfriend when Logan pulled away, looking sadly at Patton. "I don't deserve you...I don't think I could ever be good enough for you..." he said quietly as Patton started giggling. "Of course you do, and of course you are, silly. If you weren't...I wouldn't be here even now." He said before pulling Logan into another kiss.

Remus was sitting on Deriens lap, talking about every little thought that flooded his mind and Derien just sat there telling him how amazing he was and how creative he was.

Roman was flirting it up with a guy he thought was hot, only to be rejected for a blond chick with a tramp stamp. "Stupid heteros..." he mumbled out. While walking back to the kitchen.

In the kitchen was Virgil, drinking a beer and swaying back and forth on the countertop. "Roman!" He called out before grabbing Romans hand. "Hey storm cloud~" Roman said softly before allowing himself to be pulled into a kiss by Virgil.

As they kissed, more people got annoyed with them. They were in the way if the beers after all. After the third, "get a room!" They finally listened.

Roman carried Virgil into his room before shutting the door and locking it. They went towards the bed before hearing a scream. It was the tramp stamp and the guy! "Hey! This is my room!" Roman yelled at them to get out before realizing that they were in the middle of something.

They quickly put their clothes back on and left, Virgil began laughing, looking at Roman who was laying over him angrily. "Shut up...just kiss me." He said, Virgil nodded and kissed him again.

It wasn't long before loud moans came out of Romans room, nobody seemed to notice except for Patton, who then whispered something into Logan's ear. This caused Logan to blush and follow Patton to his room.

Derien and Remus were the only pair that slept in different rooms that night. Once everyone had left, the dorm was nearly silent. Minus the noises still coming from Romans room.

~

The next morning was an adventure. Virgil woke up slowly, feeling someone under him, someone warm. He couldn't see properly yet, so he thought he was in his own room. He didn't want to move from his spot until he realized he was naked, and so was the stranger he was laying on. He looked up to see a sleeping Roman.

"Shitshitshitshit" Virgil quietly got up and grabbed his clothes, looking at Roman who slowly started stirring at the loss of heat on his chest, "who's there?" He asked starting to look up.

Virgil froze, while buttoning his pants up. Roman stared at him wide eyed. "What...the...fuck?" Roman asked ever so quietly. Virgil blushed, "look...i can't remember anything...for all we know...we could've just went to sleep!" He said trying to be optimistic.

"Sleeping doesn't make my ass hurt though." Roman stated blankly. Virgil blushed before laughing. "Wait. You're a bottom?! I never would've guessed! Well...i guess I did guess then." He laughed more, falling over onto his back.

Roman sat there, blushing the entire time. "Well you don't seem like much of a top so..." he mumbled. "And yet...you're the one with a pain in the ass, makes sense actually." Virgil said while pausing his laughter.

Roman threw a pillow at him. "Virgil...just Shut up...don't tell anyone.. please?" Virgil looked up at Roman, realizing this was really upsetting for him, "what. Ashamed that it was me and not some dumb jock?" Virgil asked.

Roman sighed, "no...just...i don't want people knowing...its complicated." He said quietly. Virgil was mad. "Why should I keep quiet? Give me one reason or I'll tell the whole school." Virgil was tired of people being ashamed of knowing him...of liking him...of being around him. Roman blushed, he grabbed for Virgils hand, but Virgil pulled away.

"Please Virgil...i promise it has nothing to do with you..." Roman pleaded. Virgil ignored him and pulled out his phone.

Roman grabbed his phone away from him, "Hey!" Virgil called out grabbing at his phone. Roman pulled it away, causing Virgil to fall over, catching himself over Roman.

Virgil blushed before straddling Roman to reach for his phone, which he still wasn't able to reach. Roman grabbed Virgil by the waist with his free hand to keep him from standing up . "Virgil." Virgil looks at Roman, "this has nothing to do with you...i can't remember much of last night...but I do remember one thing very clearly...I...got rejected before going into the kitchen...if people know I slept with you...they would also know I got rejected..." he said softly.

Virgil sighed, "Fine...i won't tell anyone..." he blushed when he realized that he was still straddeling Roman, and that both if them were hard. Roman noticed this too, bringing his other hand down onto Virgils waist. Virgil blushed more as he leaned down slightly, hesitating before kissing Roman.

Roman pulled at Virgils jeans, causing Virgil to slide forward slightly, while on top of Roman.

Virgil took his jeans and boxers off before kissing Romans neck. Roman blushed and let out a small moan.

He lightly pushed Virgil off though. Virgil looked surprised, "sorry...i thou-" he was quieted by a kiss being planted on his lips.

"You thought right, I'm just...adjusting." he said as he sat in Virgils lap. Virgil realized what he was doing and grabbed his waist, pulling him closer. He kissed his lips with a hunger. Roman ran his fingers through Virgils hair as he began kissing Romans neck.

Roman moaned loudly, waking everyone else up. Virgil kissed his lips again to quiet him down. He pulled away whispering into Romans ear, "do you really wanna do this...?" Roman nodded eagerly, "might as well now, so I can actually rememebr it." He replied with a smirk.

By the time breakfast was ready, everyone was making jokes towards Roman and Virgil their only response was, "Shut up..."

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Chapter One - Double Lives AU

Prologue | Next Chapter

One Year Later

Patton's POV

Blackberry Cafe 2:30 PM

"Virgil, where are the rest of the cookies from this batch?"

"What do you mean?" Virgil shouted from the bathroom. "That's all of the ones from that batch."

"What do you mean that's all the cookies from that batch?! The recipe makes over 30 cookies, but there's only 2!"

"I just sampled some of the cookie dough!"

"Some?"

"Most of the cookie dough..."

"For the love, Virgil. Why?" Ding! The bell at the front of the store rang across the store.

"Hello, welcome to Blackberry Cafe. Can I help you - oh, hi Roman!"

"Hey Pat, can I get the usual?"

Virgil came out of the back, "depends, are you gonna pay this time?"

"Probably not," he admits. I package up two cookies and three scones and hand them to him.

"Two chocolate chip cookies and three rosemary ham and cheese scones, on the house!"

"Patton, no," Virgil sighs. "I was trying to get him to pay for once. He can't just always get free food."

"That's just the perks of having an little brother who owns a cafe," Roman states with a wink.

"Plus, if I didn't give it to him, he probably wouldn't eat until dinner."

"Well maybe that would teach him to pack a lunch," Virgil reasoned. "Or better yet, actually pay."

"But he's hungry..." I pout at him for a minute before Roman cleared his throat.

"So, guys, me and Logan are going on a date tonight, if you guys are interested in joining us...?" Virgil looks at me. "It's up to you guys, of course, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

He trailed off, looking at the two of us. I shrugged, "I have work off tonight, so it shouldn't be a problem for me. What do you think Virg?"

"I don't think I have work. Sure, why not," Virgil looked at me with a smile. "We could use a date night anyway."

Roman gave us a big smile. "So, we've got a reservation for nine, so let's plan to meet up at my place around...eight, eight thirty?"

"Wait, you were planning on us coming?" Virgil sighed in frustration over the fact that his brother made the reservation without knowing if they could come. "Let's do eight, just to be on the safe side."

"Awesome," Roman said, walking towards the door. "See you later, then?"

"See you later!" I shout, waving to him.

"I can't believe he didn't ask us first! What if we couldn't have made it?"

"Then they would have a slightly bigger table," I say. Virgil looked very worked up. "It's fine."

"Yeah, but still."

"Now," I say, placing a hand on my hip. "Mind sharing why exactly you ate almost an entire batch of cookie dough?"

Time Skip

The Black-Berry Residence 7:30 PM

"Hey Virg? What do you think of this tie?" I shout across the apartment.

"I don't know, it would be a lot easier to tell if you weren't on the other side of the house." He sounded stressed.

I walk out of our bedroom into the living room and do a little twirl. "How do I look?"

Virgil seemed to be at a lack for words. "You look great," Virgil admitted. I wasn't wearing much, just some slacks and a loose blouse. I added a small blue bow to match my shirt. It was slightly fancier than my usual attire, but Virgil seemed to like it. We stared at each other for a moment. Nothing was said, but a comfortable silence filled the air. And then my phone rang. It pierced through the air with a certain, yet annoying ring.

I sighed, "one second." I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, we need you to come in." I walked back into bedroom.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Look, I'm sorry, sir, but we need you to come in."

"No way, it's date night!" I protest. "I've got plans. Call someone else in."

"It is imperative that you come in to work," the man on the other end insisted.

"What could be so important that you need me too come in on my one day off," I demanded. "I mean, honestly, it's bad enough that -"

"Dracowitch. We have a lead on Dracowitch."

"Draco -" I shout, before lowering my voice. "Dracowitch? But how? He's been off the radar for months now."

"Which is why you need to come in. You are the best man we have."

I sighed, "fine. You better be paying overtime for this."

"Once the job is done, we will. But you must get here as soon as possible."

"I'll be there."

"Good. Farewell, and may you be fruitful."

"As to help the company grow," I say, finishing our company motto, before hanging up. Walking back into the living room, "so bad news," I look at Virgil, who had just hung up a from his own phone call. "Oh, who was that?"

"What, oh, I was just on the phone with Roman. So, what were you saying?"

"Oh, yeah. Unfortunately, I just got called into work. They need someone at the shelter for a few hours. Something about someone being delayed at the airport...? I don't know. All I know, is that I have to go to work because no one else answered the call." I felt bad lying to Virg, but I couldn't just tell him the truth. Honestly, I wanted to tell him the truth, I really did, but it was against the rules and could put him in danger. If something were to happen to him because of me, I couldn't live with the guilt.

"Oh, that sucks," he says. "Honestly, I want looking forward to sitting in a fancy restaurant and paying 50 bucks for spaghetti, anyway."

He was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, bless his heart. This is why I love him, he was willing to do anything to make me happy and that, I lived for. Virgil restores my faith in humanity, no matter what happens, he finds a way to cheer me up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll call Roman back and explain. You go to work."

"Okay. Thank you." I head back into the bedroom for the third time that night to get changed. I get changed and grab my bag. "I love you," I say giving him a quick kiss.

"Love you, too. Now, go take care of those dogs like no one had taken care of them before!"

I giggle. "Be back in a few hours!" I say before closing the door.

Virgil's POV

Patton closed the door. I look out the window, watching for his car to leave. A blue Prius passes by the window. Correction, Patton's blue Prius passes by the window. I watch as it rounds the corner. Poor Patton. I knew he was looking forward to this. We hardly get to go on dates anymore.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Someone was calling me. Again. The first time was Roman and now it was, I look at the caller ID, work. Of course, work always picks the worst times to call. I hesitate for a moment, before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you need come here, like right now," the person on the other line spoke quickly and sharply, while also sounding rather rushed.

"What? Why?"

"We got a lead on Dracowitch and they put Morality on it. You're his backup, so you need to get here."

"Are they sure it's Dracowitch?"

"Yep. And this is the only good lead we've had in weeks, if not months."

"Alright, I'll be there in about half an hour."

"I said now."

"That's the soonest I cam be there," I insist.

"You live approximately eight minutes away, therefore you will be here in ten minutes. This is more than enough time."

"Fine, I'll be there in a few."

"Be there in five. Farewell and help guide the path."

"To lead the company to greatness."

And with that, I grabbed the keys to my car, a dark blue Honda, and ran out the door. I hopped down the flight of stairs at the front door and popped the trunk. Taking out an extra shirt, I close the trunk and climb in the car.

I hate my job, I really do. If I had the choice to just stay home, I would, but the bakery doesn't bring in enough money. So, I work for the 'print shop' and Patton has been helping by working at the local animal shelter.

My real job most definitely pays well, but it's not something that I would openly tell people about. Even if it wouldn't result in me getting fired. I am...a hacker, in a way. The term that the company hired us under is 'Personal Guide'. Which was true, we do guide people, just not the disabled and elderly. Think more along the lines of hitmen and assassins.

Our job is simple. Aide our assigned partner through their missions by briefing them on the mission, hacking into the security of buildings, giving them directions, and letting them know if anyone was up ahead. Typical hacker things. Oh, and keeping track of their location, incase they need backup. Typically, your partner will need backup occasionally, four to five months is the company average. But I've never had to call backup. Maybe it's luck, but I'm almost certain it's not.

I believe it's my partner, rather than luck. He is literally the best assassin this company has. When they paired us up, everyone was curious as to why. Based on all the rumors flying around, this guy was a legend. No one truly understood why he had been paired with a newbie with no prior experience in anything related to computers or the company.

Until they saw us work together. We just clicked. I would have locked doors slide open as he approached them, as he responded with the witty pun that made me groan. In the middle of missions, we shared our stories about life outside of the company. We'd swap jokes and recipes, recommend restaurants for the other to try, we literally would just talk about anything. Morality, as he was called, was the only thing that made this horrible job worthwhile.

Our current target was an online personality by the name of Dracowitch. It seemed to be a German, or possibly Russian name, seeing as it was pronounced Draco-vitch. They've been untraceable, up until now.

I pull up to the print shop. Even though the store was a small local business, it seemed to be bustling with life. The lights were on and about half a dozen people were running around doing various things.

Taking a deep breath in, I walk inside and straight to the counter, where a man sat, attempting to hide the fact that he was watching cartoons with a book. I cleared my throat, before simply giving him a "hey."

"Ah, Mr. Black-Berry. I don't believe you have work tonight," the man said, pausing his show and closing his book.

"Got called in."

"I see, your husband must be mad."

"Doesn't know, he got called in too, so I left after he did."

"Be careful with that. Do it one too many times, you'll get accused of cheating. I did that once and she signed us up for therapy."

"Oh, how is the Mrs.?"

"She's fine. Been a bit better since therapy."

"That's good. Well, have a good night, Larry. Say hi to Dot for me!"

"Will do!" And with that he pressed a button under his desk. The door behind him slid open, revealing an elevator to the basement.

End of Chapter One.

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