#and i'm half convinced these shows just come out of the aether to mess with me as part of some cosmic prank or something

[stairset]

I've never watched that Succession show nor do I have any interest in watching it but I do have exactly one (1) opinion on it which is that I wish they didn't have have a character named Stewy cause every fucking time I see a post mentioning him I assume it's about Family Guy and have to do a double take.

[alchemist-shizun]

Do you do intrulogical? If so, so you think you could write a small thing with them? I'm thinking that maybe Remus finds out about Logan's love for astrology and makes him something in the stars in his part of the imagination? Or something like that?

Hey you guys guess who took up the challenge to write in Remus's pov for the first time? Sorry for taking so long, I wanted to make something nice and I ended up procrastinating, so I did something slightly longer than planned as an apology~ Thank you for the prompt! I hope this can satisfy you, in case it doesn't I apologize hdbdhd this is the first time I write this ship

Word count: 1,326

The other sides are all only mentioned

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He had spent too long on this.

Sure, passing time in the imagination wasn't that big of a deal itself for Remus, but having to clear out of the path a multitude of threatening animals that could've attempted anyone's life if they weren't prepared as he was, was pretty much dirty work.

Now, don't get him wrong, he liked dirty, but making sure his place didn't attempt to murder intruders at first sight required dedication and a strong willpower.

Nevertheless, he was going to accomplish this mission for Logan.

Of course, he could have kept all the wild creatures of the forests and the lakes, ready to pounce of their preys at any given moment, only to show off the amazing fighting skills he had mastered back when he and Roman still hung out together in the dreamscape.

But that would've been just pretentious, wouldn't it?

No, he had to do this right.

Wait, was he stressing too much over it? Why all these questions and overthinking? Damn it, that was Virgil's job. Remus considered the possibility he might have been messing with his head in the past few days.

Which was also the amount of time in which he had started working on his project.

Everything started a week prior, when he had casually learnt an interesting curiosity about the logical side.

Remus had been gathering some stuff from the kitchen to- actually, scratch that, we do not want to know what Remus eats, now, do we? He had been rummaging through the cupboards for whatever totally valid reason he had, while he heard Logan talking quietly to himself.

He had mentioned something about the stars ... a particular set of stars which was brought to his attention thanks to a certain tv series Thomas had recently watched.

He had repeated the name all over again, so much that it got stuck in his head and that was the only thing he thought until a new idea formed in his mind.

« Huh. Wouldn't it be nice to have that in my room's ceiling? » he mused, withdrawing almost immediately: that would have taken too much work and all the sides were all busy anyway.

Well, what do you know about that?

He could do more.

Remus had swiftly gone back to his room after that, without being acknowledged at all by a Logan who was too lost in his own thoughts to be able to even recognize what laid in front of his eyes.

And so he worked, he spent days elaborating a detailed and painfully accurate constellation in the night sky of his side of the imagination; sometimes, the creatures from Roman's side crossed over and lied down in admiration of his magnum opus.

Was it a bad moment for Remus to realize he had hopelessly fallen for the glasses nerdy guy under the light of a myriad of starry flickers?

Certainly, he was too tired to even notice his own brother occasionally coming over and leaving snacks in a sleepy silence both of them could understand better than a normal conversation.

It was in times like these that they remembered how much they were still alike, plus Roman had not seen him this dedicated for a long time by then.

Remus may or may not have slept for an entire day when he finally felt satisfied enough with what he had created (cue to Deceit having to drag him back in their part of the mindscape): he had passed the latest hours perfectioning his work, even checking the right position and orientation on the internet, or stealthily stealing books from Logan's own shelf. 

What? It was for a good cause, he would have returned them. 

Covered in mud, But he would have regardless. 

To be sincere, he wasn't exactly sure how he was going to convince Logan to get there without spoiling his true intention beforehand.

That was why he decided to go for the shock value way and randomly sink in his room only to immediately go back to the imagination after having grabbed his arm. 

They stumbled for the sudden movement and, when they were both steady, Remus let go. 

Logan sighed. « You now have my attention. »

« I have a surprise! » was all he was able to let out, excitement buzzing in his chest. 

Logan tilted his gorgeous head to the side with a suspecting expression. « If this is another one of those times you try to stab me- »

« You're supposed to stab back. »

« Why on earth would I do that? »

« On earth? Would you do it somewhere else? »

« Oh my stars, did you make friends with Patton? »

Stars! Gosh, he was so clever, did he already know where he was taking him?

« Right! » Remus took a hold of his arm again and began leading him towards their destination. 

He expected weirded out comments, or displeased ones, but none came. Not when they went through a forest of leafless trees or when they crossed paths with some innocuous but scary looking creatures. 

Instead, Logan only studied his surroundings, occasionally humming when he recognized specific species.

That was weird, and he was the one to talk. 

They reached a clearing in the woods with probably the best vision of the night sky above. 

« Lie down. » Remus demanded, after clasping his hands. 

« Excuse me? » Logan raised an eyebrow, didn't he say he had a surprise? Why would it involve lying down? Was it a trap he wanted to test on him? How many times did he have to explain he wasn't going to respond when he threw pointy objects at him? 

His train of thought got cut off when Remus pushed him down by the shoulders. « Just do it. »

He decided to trust him at that point, why not? 

Why not? There are a lot of reasons why there, Logan.

Ultimately, that part of his mind got silenced.

Especially when he looked up at the dark blue sky hovering above them.

His pure and utter pleasant disbelief caused him not to notice Remus lying down at his side, too.

Right then and there, depicted in the starry night aether, was the constellation of the Centaur and, more beautiful than ever, Alpha Centauri blinked at them in a vivid glowing.

There was only one word that could have described him: speechless. As for the moment, breathtaking.

He couldn't even fathom how much it could have taken for Remus to be that precise, so much that, for a moment, he thought he wouldn't have been able to do that, had he been in his place.

« How ...? » was everything he was able to formulate, as his eyes traveled down every single and minimum detail of every star he could reach with his sight. 

« Heard you rambling, I guess? » there was no way Remus could hide the grin forming in his lips and the pride upon seeing Logan marveling at his work.

« You ...actually paid attention to that? »

« Why wouldn't I? »

That half whispered line lingered in the air which was cold enough to let the breeze run chills down their bodies but warm enough to let them enjoy the outside nature.

It was an artificial idyllic space in a deserted nightmare.

« I, well ... I don't know. » was that the first time he didn't? Was it the first time he felt flustered like that? The first time someone had done something so great for him? 

The conversation's topic shifted back to Alpha Centauri and they both discovered they knew more about it than they actually realized. 

Eventually, they found out how simple and nice it was to talk like that. 

Eventually, they realized they were holding hands.

And, just like the constellation, that was surprisingly exactly how it was supposed to be.