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wadewnstonwilson · 1 month ago

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not helpin' your case.

summary: wade refuses to let logan sink into despair, constantly teasing him to lighten the mood. logan pretends to be annoyed, he secretly appreciates wade's presence, which keeps him grounded.

warnings: post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), none just fluffy goodness

word count: 1.4k

a/n: okay so i absolutely adore writing for wade because my adhd gets to go off the rails. tons of fluff, tons of dumb idiots being dumb idiots. i'll probably keep my poolverine fics to one shots because i just like little things of them here and there but enjoy!

Logan’s healing factor made him damn near indestructible. No matter how many bullets tore through him, how deep claws or blades sank into his flesh, his body always knitted itself back together as if nothing had happened. But the pain? He felt every second of it. The tearing, the ripping, the burning. The scars may not last long, but the memory of the agony lingered.

The physical pain, though, was the easy part. Logan could take a punch, a bullet, or an explosion and keep going. What he couldn't shake were the emotional scars. Decades—no, centuries—of loss, betrayal, and endless fighting. It was a constant burden, a weight that settled deep in his bones, refusing to let go. The faces of the people he'd lost, the betrayals he'd suffered—they all haunted him in the quiet moments, in the dark of night when the world stopped and there was nothing left but his thoughts.

And then, there was Wade.

The walking contradiction, the human cartoon, the man who turned every nightmare into a punchline. Wade had his own trauma—probably more than Logan, though it was hard to tell with him—but Wade’s way of dealing with it? He laughed. He made jokes, crude, sharp, and relentless. Where Logan brooded, Wade cracked jokes. Where Logan tried to bottle it all up, Wade exploded with it in a constant barrage of sarcasm and humor.

And while it drove Logan insane, it also saved him. Wade didn’t let him sink into the darkness. Wade wouldn’t let him dwell on the pain for too long. No, Wade kept him tethered to reality, whether Logan liked it or not.

“Yo, Claws!” Wade’s voice cut through Logan’s thoughts like a knife. “What’s with that resting murder face? You’ve been staring out that window for, like, an hour. What, are you brooding about your tragic past again? Or are you just trying to figure out where your hairline went wrong?”

Logan, arms crossed, leaning against the window frame, didn’t even flinch. He’d gotten used to Wade’s voice crashing into his internal monologues like a freight train. He grunted in response, refusing to turn around.

Wade was sprawled out on the couch, his legs kicked up on the armrest, a katana in his hands that he was polishing far too enthusiastically. “Come on, man, you can’t be doing the brooding thing again. You’ve got more angst than a whole squad of moody teenagers at a My Chemical Romance concert. What’s going on in that big, furry head of yours? Still thinking about your tragic backstory? We get it—everyone you’ve ever loved has died, you’ve got an animal inside you, blah blah blah. Yawn.”

Logan’s lips twitched, though he didn’t give Wade the satisfaction of turning around. “I’m not brooding,” he muttered, voice low and gruff.

Wade sat up dramatically, hand on his chest like Logan had just insulted his honor. “Oh, really? And I’m not wearing pants!” He stood up, glancing down at his fully clothed legs with an exaggerated gasp. “Oh fuck, wait, I am wearing pants! Looks like we’re both liars, Lo.”

Logan finally turned, slowly, his arms still crossed over his chest. “You ever stop talking?”

Wade grinned, sauntering over with the swagger of a man who absolutely loved hearing himself speak. He tilted his head at Logan, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Nah. Someone’s gotta keep you from turning into a walking tragedy, and I guess that’s my job now. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Logan let out a long, slow sigh, rubbing his hand over his face. “I don’t brood.”

Wade poked him in the chest, right between his crossed arms. “Sure you don’t, Moody McStabberson. You just stand by windows staring off into the distance, thinking about all the people who betrayed you, probably playing sad music in your head. Real original, man. What’s next? You gonna write some dark poetry and start a Tumblr?”

Logan couldn’t help it this time. His lips quirked, just a bit. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Wade threw himself back onto the couch, dramatically flinging his legs back up as if the weight of the world was too much for him. “Ridiculously awesome, you mean,” he shot back, grabbing the TV remote and flipping through channels. “So what’s it gonna be tonight, claws? You wanna watch some depressing documentary about the fall of the Roman Empire or maybe something more your speed, like... I don’t know... a show about emotionally constipated loners who don’t know how to ask for help?”

Logan moved from the window, finally sitting down beside Wade, though he didn’t say a word. Wade’s constant barrage of sarcasm and jokes was like background noise now, a familiar hum that kept him grounded, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Wade’s face lit up as he found some late-night talk show with overly enthusiastic hosts and an absurd number of bright lights. “Oh, shit, this looks good,” he said, grinning. “Nothing like watching rich assholes pretend to care about regular people. Warms my heart.”

Logan leaned back, rubbing his temples as the bright lights of the show flashed across the room. “You’re gonna give me a headache.”

Wade shot him a grin, clearly delighted. “Aw, come on, Logie Bear. I know you’re having fun. You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen that twitch of a smile, you can’t hide it. Admit it, I make your life better.”

Logan let out a soft, begrudging chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re a pain in my ass, Wade.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who took a bullet to the ass last week and then said it was ‘just a scratch’,” Wade said, flipping the channel again. “Seriously, I had to fucking dig a bullet out of your hairy Canadian ass, but sure, just a scratch. How’s the ass feeling now, by the way?”

Logan snorted—a rare sound from him—and Wade’s grin widened like he’d just won the lottery. He leaned over, jabbing Logan in the side with his elbow. “Admit it, you love when I get all Florence Nightingale on you. It’s like a sexy version of a nurse, except with more swearing, fewer clothes, and zero actual medical knowledge.”

Logan rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re not helping your case.”

Wade nudged him again, his voice full of teasing. “Oh, come on. You know I’m the only person who can make you crack that grumpy exterior. It’s like my superpower—breaking through the Wolverine angst. And trust me, pumpkin, I love using it.”

Logan finally gave in, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Yeah, you’re real special, Wade.”

“You bet your sweet ass I am,” Wade said, stretching out on the couch, draping his legs across Logan’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. He flipped through the channels with his usual reckless abandon, not really looking for anything specific—just something to keep the noise going.

For a moment, the two of them sat there in companionable silence, the TV flickering in the background. Wade’s energy, usually a hurricane, seemed to settle, just for a moment. His legs were still draped lazily over Logan’s lap, his head resting back against the couch cushion, and Logan found himself relaxing, the tension in his shoulders finally easing.

“You ever stop to think,” Logan began, his voice low and thoughtful, “that maybe you’re the reason I’m not as messed up as I could be?”

Wade paused, remote still in his hand, his gaze flicking up to meet Logan’s. For a second, the sarcasm faded, the usual wall of jokes and bravado dropping. Wade tilted his head, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I kinda figured that was the deal.” He winked, the sass returning full force. “But don’t go getting all mushy on me, alright? I’ve got a reputation to uphold. I mean, I’m an asshole, not a Hallmark card.”

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that."

Wade leaned back, kicking his legs up higher as he flipped to another channel. “You need me, Peanut. Admit it.”

Logan didn’t respond right away, but as he glanced over at Wade—at the way his presence filled the room with life, with noise, with something that kept Logan’s mind from spiraling into the dark places it so often wandered—he knew Wade was right. The man was a walking disaster, but he was Logan’s disaster.

“I guess I do,” Logan said softly, and for once, Wade didn’t make a joke.

Instead, he smiled, turning his attention back to the TV, his legs still draped lazily across Logan’s lap.

And for a little while, everything felt just a little bit easier.

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shybluebirdninja · 2 months ago

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Claw Machine Master

Summary: Logan becomes obsessed with winning you a prize at the claw machine, but after burning through a hundred bucks and failing miserably, he uses his actual claws to grab the toy, setting off alarms. “Babe, I won, now run!”

Pairing : Mutant!Logan Howlett x Gf!Human-reader Genre : Fluff

You and Logan stroll through the arcade, the air buzzing with the sounds of laughter, beeping machines, and the smell of buttery popcorn. It’s one of those rare days where he’s not off saving the world or being a total grump. Instead, he’s decided to channel his inner child, and honestly, it’s hilarious watching this grizzly mutant navigate through a world of flashing lights and pastel-colored prizes.

“Hey, babe, check it out!” he shouts, pointing dramatically at a claw machine that’s blaring “Pick Me! Pick Me!” like a desperate kid at a birthday party. Inside, you see a plush unicorn, all sparkly and cute. It’s practically begging to be won.

“Logan, don’t,” you warn, laughing. “Remember the last time you tried to win me something? You ended up breaking the machine.”

“Yeah, but that was a fluke! This time will be different,” he insists, all pumped up and ready to go. You can practically see the gears turning in his head, and you know that if he goes in, he’s gonna give it everything he’s got.

“Alright, but I’m standing back. I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime,” you tease.

He throws you a playful glare. “Pfft. How hard can it be? It’s just a claw.”

He approaches the machine like it’s a life-or-death situation. The little screen flashes “Insert Coins,” and Logan pops in a couple of bucks like he’s preparing for war. He adjusts his stance, rolling his shoulders back as if he’s about to take on a Sentinal. You stifle a laugh, taking a step back to observe.

“Alright, watch and learn, honey,” he says, smirking at you. “Claw Machine Master at work.”

The first attempt? A total flop. The claw barely grazes the unicorn before plummeting back down like a rock. Logan’s jaw tightens, his competitive side kicking in. “Okay, that was a warm-up. Just getting the feel for it.”

“Sure, let’s call it that,” you giggle, arms crossed, enjoying the show.

After another few rounds—and about fifty bucks later—he’s starting to get frustrated. “This damn thing is rigged! I swear it’s cheating!” he growls, glaring at the machine as if it just insulted him.

“Or maybe you just suck at claw machines,” you quip. “You’re a master at literally everything else, Logan, but this? Not so much.”

He throws you a playful glare. “Alright, smartass, you think you can do better? Get in there and try!”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Nah, I’ll let you have this one. It’s more fun watching you lose your mind over a stuffed toy.”

With a snort, he rolls his eyes and goes back for another attempt. After burning through more cash, it’s clear that this unicorn is tougher than any enemy he’s faced. “Babe, I’m gonna win you this prize if it kills me,” he mutters under his breath.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t! I don’t want you to end up in the emergency room because of a stuffed animal!”

Finally, he steps back, looking completely defeated. You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “This isn’t over!” he declares, his voice rising like a battle cry. “I’ll get that unicorn if it’s the last thing I do.”

Suddenly, you see that wicked spark in his eye, the one that usually means he’s concocting something insane. “What are you thinking?” you ask, half-excited and half-terrified.

“Watch this,” he smirks, and before you can even process what’s happening, he unsheathes his claws, slicing through the air with a snikt that makes everyone turn to stare.

“Logan, no! Don’t you dare!” you shout, but it’s too late. He lunges at the claw machine and, with surgical precision, he reaches into the glass case.

“Babe, I won! Now run!” he yells, grabbing the unicorn as the machine starts blaring alarms like it’s the end of the world.

You grab his arm, yanking him away from the scene of chaos. “You crazy son of a—let’s get out of here!”

Logan, still holding the plush toy like a trophy, bursts out laughing, running like a madman with you right beside him. “I can’t believe I just did that! I’m like the Robin Hood of claw machines!”

“More like the criminal of claw machines!” you shout, laughing uncontrollably as you dart through the arcade, dodging other players and workers who are now chasing after you both.

As you reach the exit, Logan pulls you into a side alley, still holding the unicorn like a proud parent. “That was wild! Did you see their faces?”

You’re breathless, still giggling as you lean against the wall. “You just committed arcade robbery! And for a stuffed toy!”

He shrugs, grinning widely. “It’s worth it for you, babe. Plus, look at this thing! It’s adorable!”

“Logan, I love it, but next time, maybe let’s just buy a keychain?” you suggest, still trying to catch your breath.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he laughs, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close. “Next adventure, babe. We’ll get matching unicorns or something.”

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iluvchick3nz · 10 days ago

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I agree with Leo- we have to put some more respect on ratatouille. No more of this rat-patootie stuff.

Enjoy fluffy reunion!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Do you find me wise yet, nutter butter baby?”

Leo snorted at Finn, whose arms were wrapped underneath Leo’s from behind and attempting to help cook. He was stirring the pot with his left hand and holding the zucchini with his right as Leo chopped it.

“I really don’t think this is effective, Harz.”

“But I’m stirring the onions and garlic! So they don’t burn, like you taught us. And, at the same time, you’re chopping the zucchini and we are cuddling. Win-win-win solution.”

“What’s the third win?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo’s back. “The first is the cuddling, obviously.” He bit at Leo’s shoulder when Leo laughed again. “I’m not done. The first is the cuddling, second is the stirring, and the third is the zucchini chopping.”

“I’m pretty sure we could stir and chop standing separately.”

Finn groaned. “Nutty, but then we’d be standing separately. Now we get to be a homogenous blob.”

That got a real laugh out of Leo, one of his tinkling ones that shook his whole body. “I don’t know if it’s wise, sweetheart, but it’s sure ingenious.”

“Well, you’re engaged to this genius, baby. So no take-backs, no return policy.”

Leo finished chopping the zucchini and put it in the pan. “I’m pretty sure that only applies after we sign the wedding certificate.”

“Tomato, tom-ahto, point is you’re stuck with me for eternity.”

Leo paused his movements and turned in Finn’s arm to plant a kiss on his mouth. “What a shame, then.”

“Hm,” Finn hummed, plying Leo’s lips open with his own. He broke apart. “Shoot, sorry, I stopped stirring.”

Leo giggled. “I got this, honey. Go pour us some wine?”

Finn stepped back with a kiss to Leo’s shoulder and a shimmy towards their wine cabinet. “Speaking my language, baby.” He took out a red. “What are we having again? Rat-patootie?”

Finn couldn’t see Leo’s eye roll, but he knew it was there. “That joke gets less funny every time you say it.”

Finn grinned at his back. “It’s a good movie. Endless possible quotes.”

“Whatever you say, O’Hara, just no disrespect on my ratatouille,” Leo retorted, opening the oven to check on the rosemary chicken.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Le,” Finn said, pouring each of them a glass. “When’s Lo supposed to get here?”

“He said eight,” Leo replied, adding tomatoes to his pan. “He’s going to take a cab. I offered to pick him up at the airport, but he said they were going to the hotel first to watch some tape, so he’ll be here after that.”

“That’s right,” Finn said, leaning on the counter and appreciating the view of Leo’s back. “Our little Canadian rival.”

Leo sent him an exasperated smile. “You say that like it’s a dramatic novel or something.”

Finn shrugged. “Maybe it is. Enemies to lovers? Friends to lovers? Strangers to friends to lovers to friends to falling in love with a hot ass rookie goalie to lovers?”

That drew another laugh out of Leo, which made Finn smile. He loved making Leo laugh, loved making his curls shake and his dimples show themselves. He looked so good, in his maroon shirt and jeans, making dinner for themselves and Logan on a cool early-October night. Like a romantic angel.

“You wanna write that novel, Harz?”

Finn bit his lip around his happiness. “Nah, baby, I’d rather live it.” He blew Leo a kiss. “I love you.”

That made Leo blush, which in Finn’s opinion was just as good, if not better than making him laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, you romantic sap.”

“No returns.”

They were still giggling when the sound of keys scraping the lock sounded at the door. Both of their heads jerked up just as Logan entered, all gorgeous in his traveling suit pants and a white button-down, his overnight bag and jacket hanging from his shoulder. He looked up and smiled at them. “Salut.”

Finn let out a whoop and ran over to scoop Logan up in his arms, lifting him excitedly off his feet by the waist. Logan was laughing in his ear delightedly, and was still smiling when Finn set him down to kiss him deeply. Finn broke apart to press his lips all over his face. “Baby’s home, baby’s home. Missed you, baby-baby.”

“Ouais, rouge, missed you, too,” Logan sighed. His hand was scratching Finn’s scalp and Finn leaned into the touch briefly. “Soleil?”

“Over here, honey.”

Leo was still standing by the stove and watching them as Logan took off his shoes. He slid over softly and stepped gingerly onto Leo’s feet, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck to pull him into a kiss. Finn followed with an arm around Logan’s back, pressing soft kisses to Logan’s shoulder. Logan sighed contentedly as Leo moved down to kiss his neck. Leo wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist to hug him. “Missed you, Tremz.” He sighed into Logan’s skin. “Love you.”

“Mm, je t’aime,” Logan said. He rested his lips to Leo’s shoulder. “What’re you making, Le? Smells amazing.”

“Rat-patootie,” Finn said, smirking.

This time, Finn got a full few of Leo’s eye roll. “Ratatouille, Fish. And roasted rosemary chicken.”

“Délicieux,” Logan said, pressing a few soft kisses to Leo’s neck. “Allez, I’m going to shower and change. Ten minutes.” He gave each of them a last kiss before grabbing his bag and heading towards the bathroom. Along the way, he stripped himself of his pants, shirt, and undershirt, leaving a trail of clothes behind him with a smirk. Finn narrowed his eyes.

“You trying to start something there, ten?”

Logan just bit his lip and looked up through his lashes. “Non. Je vais juste prendre une douche.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

Finn breathed out heavily. “That little fucker. Leaving a mess and totally getting away with it.”

Leo just looked at him. “You’d let him do anything as long as he did it naked.”

“Well,” Finn said. “Usually he does fun things when he’s naked.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, spun him, and pulled him to his chest. “You, too, if memory serves.”

Leo kissed him briefly. “Mm, it does.” He pulled away and turned to the stove. “But right now I am making a masterpiece, so clothes will be staying on.”

“Damn.”

While Leo set about finishing dinner, Finn threw Logan’s discarded clothes in the hamper and got out the plates and silverware, lighting a few candles, too. He poured himself another glass of wine, and one for Logan for when he returned. Then he sat by the counter, making gentle conversation with Leo as he tested the chicken with a thermometer and toasted some fresh rolls from the bakery down the street. Finn loved these nights, the domestic and quiet ones, where there was nowhere to go and nothing urgent to be done. He loved it even more when they were all together, Logan’s mere presence in their apartment settling something in his shoulders. He could tell Leo felt the same; he smiled more freely when Logan was around, jaw less tense, and sleep came easier. It was hard sometimes, being separated, especially with Logan’s contract extended. It hadn’t looked like the Lions were going to make a successful offer, so they had decided that it was better that Logan stayed where he was instead of taking a gamble that could send him potentially across the country. It was better than most alternatives, but Finn still cherished these moments when his home was full. Full of love for his boys, for their smiles, the way they smelled, the way they laughed. He himself was so full of love sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he turned to find Logan in Leo’s navy sweater and dark jeans. “Mon rouge.”

Finn leaned his head back onto Logan’s shoulder. “I love you, baby.”

Logan kissed him upside down. “Je t’aime.” He looked at Leo’s back. “Salut, soleil.”

Leo turned to look at them. “Hi, honey.” He tilted his head, a small smile on his face. “Missed seeing you together.”

Finn smiled, too, as Logan pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You look good, peanut.”

“Ouais.”

“Bet I’d look even better without clothes, huh?”

Logan and Finn laughed as Leo turned away, fussing with the pans before turning back. “C’mon, bring the plates over. I’ll serve it from the stove.”

It was delicious, as all things Leo cooked were. Finn could taste the thyme of the ratatouille, the juicy dark meat of the chicken leg, his favorite. Logan kept making appreciative noises. His first bite had had him moaning, eyes closed. “Mon Dieu, soleil. Missed your cooking so much,” he had said, before promptly going in for a second, larger bite.

Leo looked pleased with their feedback, as he always did when they complimented him. His cheeks flushed red, and his shoulders did a happy little shrug. It was unbearably adorable.

After, when Logan and Finn had cleaned the kitchen, they set about getting ready for bed, anxious to be close to one another again. Logan sought out a pair of Finn’s pajama pants and Leo’s sweatshirt, both of which pooled at the ends of his limbs. He had wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist while waiting for the two of them to finish brushing their teeth, pressing kisses to Leo’s spine and Finn’s shoulder. Finn just smiled at Leo in the bathroom mirror.

When they finally made it to the bed, Logan squished himself in the middle, pulling Finn’s head to his chest and tucking himself into Leo’s side. He sighed happily, closing his eyes briefly. “Feels like so long since I’ve been in our bed,” he murmured.

Leo, who was tracing patterns on his abs, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”

Logan sighed heavily. “Do you ever think…”

At his tone, Finn looked up, pushing himself up on his forearms and steadying himself with one hand on Leo’s torso. “What, Lo, baby?”

Logan pushed his head further back into the pillows. “Do you ever think that it’s- it’s too hard doing this sometimes?”

Red lights flared in Finn’s head, and Leo took in a sharp breath. “Honey, what are you-”

“Logan,” Finn blurted out. “Logan, uh-uh.”

Logan shook his head hard, eyes widening in realization. He looked up at Leo. “Merde, désolé. Non, non, I wasn’t going to say that.” He took Finn’s head in his hands, pressing a hard kiss between his eyebrows. “Rouge, désolé, I’m sorry. Non, non, not ever.”

“Jesus,” Finn said, flopping down on Logan’s chest. “You almost put me in cardiac arrest.”

Logan laughed a little. “Non, non, we can’t have that.”

“Lo,” Leo interrupted, eyes still serious. “What did you mean, seriously?”

Logan sucked at his teeth briefly, pausing. “I meant- what if I retired?”

Finn couldn’t help the gasp. “What? No, Lo, you don’t need to do that.”

Logan looked at him, brow furrowed. “But I- it’s hard, non? Living apart for so long,” he said. “And us not being together is not an option.” He grumbled the last bit, in that Logan way that was somehow grumpy and loving at the same time.

Leo just looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You don’t need to go zero to a hundred, Tremblay.”

“Ouais, je sais,” Logan said. “I just- I miss being home with you guys. And it is hard. I just- I don’t know how many years I can keep doing this.”

“Well,” Leo said, holding himself up on one elbow. “Let’s set a time limit, then.”

Finn and Logan looked at him. “Quoi?” Logan asked.

Leo cocked his head. “Let’s set a time limit. I’ll be a free agent at the end of three years, and Logan, your contract only has three more years on it as well- both including this year. And Finn…” he paused. “Well, yours is up at the end of the season, so we can see about renegotiating a contract with Gryff, or if not, then with New York.” His eyes focused. “We are together- the league knows that. Whether or not they like it, that is a factor in our contract negotiations. And we’ve been doing the distance thing for just over 3 years now, which hasn’t been easy. We’ve done our time.” He put a hand on Logan’s hip. “But none of us are ready to throw the towel in quite yet, nor should we have to. So, let’s say about three years. Three more years of this, of riding out what’s left for each of us with our respective organizations, and then we renegotiate. Together.”

Finn considered for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Okay, yeah, we can do that. I can do that. Lo?”

Logan traced a hand down Leo’s cheek. “You’re so smart, soleil.” He looked at Finn’s eyes. “Three more years.”

Leo let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s not ideal, but…”

Finn brought him down for a kiss. “No, but it’s a plan. It’s an ending.” He kissed Logan, too, then smiled. “I love hockey, but I have my limits. We have our limits. And we’re getting married.” He traced patterns on their skin. “You both are more important to me than anything else, and like it or not, I’m always gonna put you before some stupid, made up game.”

Logan gasped, then pinched his side. “Non, Harzy. Ne dis pas ça.”

“Nom nom nom.”

Leo laughed. “You got your point across, Harz, I think.”

Finn laughed at the burst of kisses Leo pressed to his neck. “I’m very wise, Leonardo.”

That made Leo full-body laugh again, and he laid himself down on the other side of Logan’s chest. After a minute, he began kissing along Logan’s ribs, open-mouthed and hot against the skin. Logan flushed. “Soleil.”

Finn was getting warmer just looking at them. Leo looked up from a mark he was making on the outside of Logan’s torso, his signature sly grin on his face. “I think Finn said something about fun, naked acitivites.”

They both moved their gazes over to him, and Finn gave a serious set of nods. “Yes. Yes, yes I absolutely did.” He kissed down Logan’s neck. “Naked, very naked activities. Fucking gorgeous boys.”

And with Logan laughing breathlessly under him and Leo kissing along his spine with a smile, Finn thought that this was the wisest decision of them all.

#lumosinlove #finn o'hara #leo knut #logan tremblay #lgbtqia #o'knutzy #love #coast to coast #sweater weather #vaincre #leo knut is a *smart* angel #finn loves cheesy jokes he just writes himself honestly #logan 'zero to one hundred hot head never giving his boys up' tremblay #seriously the nhl can pry his boys away from him from his cold dead hands they are HIS

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mamaestapa · 2 years ago

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I Think Somebody Has A Crush

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: Groupchat with Joe and the guys

•word count: 1.5k

•warnings: Language, jealous Joe, mentions of sex, it’s kind of cringe lol

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October 26, 2022

chat with: joe😎, ja'marr🔥, logan🏈, sam💪🏻, evan🤩

joe😎- Guys...Im going to go crazy.

logan🏈- Come on Joey B, don't be so dramatic

sam💪🏻- What could possibly make you go crazy?

ja'marr🔥- Burrow don't listen to them, you're already crazy

joe😎- Thanks Ja'Marr, 'preciate it.

ja'marr🔥- You're welcome😍

sam💪🏻- Haha. you guys are hilarious. I cant stop laughing.

sam💪🏻- But seriously Joe, what makes you think you're going to go crazy?

joe😎- Y/n! Y/n is going to make me crazy

logan🏈- Mhm...crazy in love😏

Joe😎- Absolutely not

Logan🏈- Come on now, don't lie

Ja'Marr🔥- Y/n would make me crazy in love, that girl is sexy as hell

Evan🤩- I agree😍

Joe😎- Seriously? Come on guys.

Sam💪🏻- Hey Evan, speaking of Y/n, I saw she posted you on her story a couple weeks back. Care to explain?👀

Evan🤩- Y/n and I have been talking a bit. We've gone to the gym together a few times, worked out.

Ja'Marr🔥- "Worked out" yeah that's code for

doin' it, E😏

Logan 🏈-lmao

Evan🤩- Shut up, Ja'Marr. We haven't done anything...yet

Sam💪🏻- Ohhh, so you plan on doing it with her at some point?

Evan🤩- I cannot confirm nor deny that statement. If it happens, it happens. I'm just happy talking to her for now

Logan🏈- Atta boy, McPherson!😉

Ja'Marr🔥- Money Mac with the rizz😩

Sam💪🏻- Oh

Logan🏈- Yikes

Ja'Marr🔥- ?

Evan🤩- Please never say that again.

Ja'Marr🔥- What?

Sam💪🏻- Rizz. It makes you sound like a pre-pubescent middle schooler

Evan🤩-😂😂

Logan🏈- It really does😂

Ja'Marr🔥-Whatever. Y'all are just mad that you don't have any

Ja'Marr🔥 changed Evan🤩 to The Rizzler🥶

Sam💪🏻- Oh jesus christ🤦‍♂️

Logan🏈-😂😂😂

The Rizzler🥶- Ja'Marr, come on man change it back!

Ja'Marr🔥- Nah, this shit funny af💀

The Rizzler🥶-If you don't change it back, I'll tell Y/n about that dream you had.

Logan🏈- Do tell

Ja'Marr🔥- You swore you wouldn't tell a soul

The Rizzler🥶- Change my name back and I'll keep that promise, don't change it and I'll tell this whole group chat that you had a boner the size of-

Ja'Marr🔥- OKAY OKAY

Ja'Marr changed The Rizzler🥶 to Evan🤩

Evan🤩- Thank you.

Sam💪🏻-Part of me wants to hear the dream, but part of me doesn't😂

Logan🏈- You and me both😂 Hey Joe, I know you're reading these texts man, why've you been so silent?

Joe😎- Oh, I don't know, maybe it's because I don't want to hear about my teammates getting boners over my roommate

Sam💪🏻- Joe...

Joe😎- What? I just don't want to hear about Evan and Y/n fucking or about Ja'Marr having the hots for her. I already hear from her enough I don't need you guys talking about her too

Logan🏈- Hmm...it sounds to me like Burrows jealous

Joe😎-HA you're hilarious.

Sam💪🏻- Don't deny it dude, you so are. You've ignored all texts about Y/n AND your jaw clenches every time McPherson mentions her name at practice. I haven't seen you act like this since that Brayden guy tried asking Olivia out at Nicks party.

Joe😎-I'm not jealous, okay?

Logan🏈 Denial is the first stage, my friend👀

Joe😎- You guys are such idiots, I'm not JEALOUS. Evan, if you want to ask out Y/n go right ahead.

Evan🤩- Thanks...I'll think about it

Ja'Marr🔥-Oh come on man, you are totally jealous

Joe😎- Can we change the subject?

Ja'Marr🔥- ✨Jealous✨

Logan🏈- Ja'Marr wtf?🤦‍♂️😂

Ja'Marr🔥- Just callin' it like I see it

Evan🤩- Come on guys, just leave him alone. He says he's not jealous, so he's not jealous

Sam💪🏻- You don't know him as well as Ja'Marr and I do...he's totally jealous. He just hates to admit it

Logan🏈- Joe, we'll stop talking about your jealousy if you tell us why Y/n is going to make you crazy

Joe😎- Back on the topic of Y/n once again🙄

Sam💪🏻-You're the one that brought her up in the first place! You said she's going to make you go crazy. So tell us, why is she going to make you go crazy?

Joe😎- First of all, she leaves her shit all over the place. Like her makeup out on the bathroom counter, her clothes in MY laundry, her candles all over the apartment, it's just annoying.

Logan🏈- Mhm...

Joe😎- And she leaves her, how do I put this, woman items under MY side of the sink!

Ja'Marr🔥- Wait. So you're tellin me that little cup thing I found isn't a rubber shot glass?

Sam💪🏻-Oh dear god

Joe😎- Nope. That little cup thing is called a Diva Cup, Ja'Marr

Logan🏈- Yeah it's not a shot glass😂 girls shove it up their va- you know nevermind. You get what I'm trying to say.

Ja'Marr🔥- I TOUCHED THAT THING

Evan🤩- No one told you to touch it💀

Ja'Marr🔥- I don't even know what to say.

Sam💪🏻-😭That's a first

Logan🏈-😂 What else does she do Joe?

Joe😎- She's always at the apartment and I have needs. I can't just bring dates over to the place when she's home. I've tried to hook up with a girl and twice now, TWICE Y/n has walked in on us and ruined the moment

Evan🤩- She told me about that

Joe😎-Great.

Sam💪🏻-But that's not her fault, you're the one that decides to do it on your couch

Logan🏈- And not tell them you have a roommate that's a girl

Evan🤩-A very pretty one at that

Joe😎- I guess you guys are right. She just gets so annoying to live with sometimes. I just wish she wasn't my roommate. If she wasn't my roommate maybe, you know what, nevermind.

Sam💪🏻-What do you mean?

Joe😎- Shes a really sweet girl. And fuck, she's gorgeous too.

Ja'Marr🔥-👀👀

Joe😎- We got off to a rough start and I just wish things could have been different

Logan🏈-Joe…

Joe😎-What do I do to fix this?

Sam💪🏻- Joe, man, I think you might have a crush

Joe😎-Oh come on, I do not.

Ja'Marr🔥- Come on Joey B, quit denying this shit

Loagn🏈-Just admit it, you're jealous and you like Y/n. It’s not a big deal dude

Evan🤩-Yeah. Joe, I don't want to get in your way man. Just say the word and she's all yours

Joe😎-Okay FINE. Maybe I do have feelings for Y/n and maybe I am a little jealous, but I'll get over it. She obviously really likes you Evan and I don't want to get in the way of that

Evan🤩-Are you sure?

Joe😎-Yeah, I want you both to be happy. Plus, I barely even know her. You know her better than I do, shooter😂

Logan🏈- Then get to know her Joe. You see her every day and you live with her, it wouldn't hurt to get to know her.

Sam💪🏻-He's right. Who knows, maybe you two will get along if you ACTUALLY get to know her

Joe😎- I guess you're right

Ja'Marr🔥-There ain't no guessin, they ARE right

Logan🏈-Thanks Ja'Marr😚

Ja'Marr🔥-❤️

Evan🤩- So Joe...you're sure you're fine with Y/n and I?

Joe😎-Yeah, go get her shooter.

Joes pov:

I felt my heart drop as I hit send. I shut my phone off and set it down next to me on the couch. I sighed deeply and put my head in my hands. I've never felt these feelings before—about anyone.

The guys are right, I am jealous. I'm jealous that Evan gets to be the one to talk to Y/n all the time. I'm jealous that he's the one that gets to know her in ways that I wish I could.

But this does NOT, and I repeat, does NOT mean that I have a crush on her.

I just think that Y/n is a beautiful girl with a great personality.

But I don't have a crush on her.

I'm just jealous of the other guys. She's willing to get to know my teammates and not me. I did this to myself though. If things could have gone better at the start, maybe the situation with Y/n would be much different.

Logan is right though, I just need to get to know Y/n . Somehow I need to get to know the girl I've been living with for a month now. I have no clue what to do or how I'll do it, but one thing is for sure.

Y/n and I will be on better terms soon. We have to be, right?

hey loves!!

i haven't written a chat in forever, so i apologize if it's not good. i had a lot of fun writing it though, haha!

we're slowly starting to get into the GOOD good parts of this book. joe is starting to realize that maybe you aren’t just a roommate to him after all...

i already have the next chapter written (it's one of my favorites that i've written so far and i think that you will all enjoy it very much!) but i'm going to wait to post it until this one has been up for a couple days!

anyways, i hope you are all doing well! i appreciate all of the love and support you have shown on this story. it means so much to me!!🤍

tags:

@jackharloww @ilovejoeburroww @dandelionwrites8 @ijustcrypretty @sinners-98-world @a-moment-captured @stainednailpolishremover

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #nfl imagines #imagines #nfl #welcome to the jungle

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izayoichan · 11 months ago

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Rylan: I was almost worried you were lost. -they wink- Tyvan: Nah, just stumbled on someone in the hallway. Rylan: Oh. No more words were needed between the two of them, Rylan taking his drink with him to the small bench where he had his bag, taking a drink before going back to practice, while Tyvan returned to his books. After that encounter, Tyvan meeting Amuary by the treat machine quickly became the norm, and eventually the other dragon started joining Tyvan, Liam and his two friends Logan and Dinah sitting just talking, doing their homework at the rink while Rylan trained. In a way that made Liam happy, as Ams, as Tyvan had taken a liking to calling him, was about his age, and he no longer was the only pre-teen in the mix. Then it was a farewell to their friends and they either headed to the shelter if they knew their help would be needed or just appreciated, and other times they had some extra classes with the other kids of the family with Emil.

In one evening of the latter, Flynn came home to find all the kids, including Arlo and Fan’s two little ones, who were quite often there as well. He had to admit he really liked that, because it meant he got to see his twin more often. It was most often Fan that came to get them after their visits. Smiling softly just standing in the doorway for a bit, they wondered what all of their future would bring, and in the back of his mind, he hoped it would be less dramatic than what life had been for them, but well, only time would tell.

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#the ward legacy #tumblrstories #writblr #simblr #simblrstories #co created with mahvaladara #storytelling #stories #Rylan Ward #Tyvan Ward #Emil Ward #Amuary #Libidel Ward-Syllivan #Isagel Ward-Sullivan #Flynn is happy their lifes all seem pretty good now #even with a few bumps here and there #as everyone has

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evenmyhivemindisempty · 9 months ago

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For the writing ask game: 11, 19, and 31 👀

11. Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

Hahaha time to get *bitchy* in here. Let’s see - domestic fluff comes to mind first – I generally find it kind of bland, and oftentimes I feel like characters get stripped of a lot of their personality in domestic fluff narratives.

Not as much a fanfic trope, but I *hate* the “redemption through death” trope. Like. No. You don’t get to die, bitch! All is not forgiven because of a heroic death, and it’s also such a *boring* story when someone just bites it through sudden sacrifice. Let’s see how they actually work to redeem themselves - all the missteps and messiness and hurt, and the ways they can change and the ways they can’t. I wanna see a character grow, not just… dramatically fall on their sword. Redemption as a continual choice, not a one-time action. Redemption as an impossible, Sisyphean task that has to be undertaken anyway.

And… god, as much as it hurts my heart to say this. Enemies to lovers. LOOK. I love me a good enemies to lovers. But it is just *overdone* and watered down. Half the stories with that tag involve “slight disagreement to lovers” or “rivals to lovers” which ain’t the same thing! And there’s so much *discourse* around the term, too. I saw someone passionately argue that it was only good enemies to lovers if they both respected each other the entire time. Which. Nah. Give me that *spice*. Give me some real, earnest hate! Enemies should be a loaded word!

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

His fist cracks against Logan’s cheekbone.

Logan’s head snaps to the side. White-hot pain blooms in Ty’s knuckles like he’s punched the side of a tractor full force.

“I told ya, I’m done.”

He’s done for real, he realizes as he says it. Maybe has been for a while. Somewhere along the line it stopped being fun and just started being scary, and he knows he’s only got his dick to blame for not always being able to tell the difference.

Logan works his jaw as he studies him.

“I know,” he says, and for a breathless, relieved instant Ty thinks that’s it, it’s over, but before he can even start feeling chagrined for losing his cool and socking him in the face, Logan scruffs him like a dog and drags him to the bed.

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Possibly Twice Shy!! I had the general concept for that one rattling around my brain for months, but for the life of me I could not figure out how to actually shape it into a plot. I ended up gaming it out with a friend on the phone for like two hours, and i owe her an enormous debt for helping me straighten it from vibes into something actually resembling a story!!!

#thanks for the ask!!!

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He laughs lightly, shaking his head, "No, it's fine." The wall colour, that was. He's backtracking almost because he found himself realising that actually he didn't want to deal with Logan going back and forth because she couldn't decide what she liked. That just sounded like a headache waiting to happen. "Yeah I think he'll be alright." Theo at being a dad, knowing that he was trying was better than ignoring the fact that you did have a child. Nate also knew Theo didn't have a choice anyway, knowing that if he slipped up he'd only have Alara to answer to. Which was something that was unsettling in its own right. Accepting the donut being handed over with a small flash of a grin he soon bites into the pastry. "I know he won't it's just the tie.." that he was dating his second cousin's mom, "Might as well move to Alabama and be done with it." He shrugged his shoulder, he knew Theo wouldn't get in the way and Kian was sweet, he had met him a couple of times, but that didn't overthrow the facts. In time? Maybe, who knew. Hearing Logan say she didn't think he had fucked up, eased him a little, knowing that if she turned around and told him he had, he'd have a lot to think about. "Nah, you love it." The over-dramatic response. Cassie's mention caused him to nod a little, "Yeah, she's in a better place now." Clean, anyway. "Wanting to start over, by the sounds of it. I'm gonna try and see her next month," even though Cassie wasn't in town anymore, Nate still wanted to continue to try and build back their relationship, knowing it wasn't just something he wanted, but he felt their mom would have done too. "You should come." He didn't plan on forcing his sister to, he just wanted to offer that out there. "I did give her your number as she asked for it, but I guess she hasn't contacted you yet?" He asks, figuring the answer was no.

"You think it's too dark?" Her tone found a seriousness it had lacked moments before. The decision to keep the color the same almost faded away as she began to second guess herself and the grey she picked out for the walls. Letting out an annoyed sigh she decided to step away for a moment, figuring returning back to the project with fresh eyes might help. "A hundred percent unsettling," Logan called out in agreeance as she went to the back to grab the doughnuts, before making her way back up front. "But, I think he's attempting to be a good dad... Or his version of a good one. I don't know, I haven't really fully grasped that situation yet." It wasn't like Logan didn't think Theo couldn't be a good father - she just never thought he would be in that position. "Well, If you like her a lot," She paused for a moment, before handing over a doughnut to him. "Then you're gonna have to get unstuck about that." Kian being Theo's son. "Because, Kian is the sweetest kid, and I don't think Theo would get in the way of what you have with Alara. You know? I think he's too busy trying to figure out how to tie his own shoes." Tearing off a piece of the pastry and popping it into her mouth as she leaned back against the sales counter. "I don't think you've fucked up... More so that it's like an insane situation that you've kinda stumbled into." Hearing him say bye in such a high-pitched fashion, Logan couldn't help the laugh she broke into. "Please, that was the most over-dramatic thing I've ever heard." The mention of their mother also had another one of their family members cross her mind, and she let out a deep sigh as she contemplated opening that particular can of worms. "Have you heard from Cassie? Like at all?"

#nate x logan

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eggbagelz · 3 years ago

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This piece stems from three things: the fact that logan's STUPID handboners exist in canon and amuse me to no end, the fact im very bisexual and think these two are neat, and the fact i BADLY want kurt to dramatically dip kiss his guy. His pal. His buddy

#artists on tumblr #logan howlett #kurt wagner #logurt #x-men #BIG SMOOCH FOR HIS BIG GUY #completely enamoured with the concept of logan being like nah im too old fer you t'be callin me your boyfriend #so kurt just starts saying shit like ah yes my guy. my dude. my gentleman #oh and do NOT be weird abt this its just two guys and a big dramatic smooch and thats it. cant believe i have to say that at all

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twinge-of-cosmicangst · 3 years ago

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The Roy Family but as songs by The Smiths

Morrissey would hate this. All the more reason to do it.

Connor- How soon is now? from hatful of hollow

Bit angsty for Connor but it’s the Smiths so? At first this was a pick for Kendall, then when I found a better one for Kendall I listened again to see if it would fit for Shiv, but when listening to it I thought nah, it’s Connor.

I am the son and heir of nothing in particular. I AM THE THE ELDEST SON! lol, this line works for him because he is the eldest son of a very powerful man but it literally doesn’t matter he is still deemed irrelevant by his whole family.

I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does. A very relevant line for Connor, out of all his family he is the one who shows the most affection but rarely ever receives any in return.

Kendall- Still Ill from The Smiths

Yeah this one is pretty depressing, obviously. That joke isn’t funny anymore and I started something I couldn’t finish also work for him. Kendall is extremely Smiths coded.

Roman- Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me from Strangeways, here we come

Sorry.

Cheeky bonus for Roman: The boy with the thorn in his side

Shiv- I know it’s over from The Queen is dead

Ugh Shiv I love you but you are not Smiths coded, that or I just don’t understand Shiv enough brb bout to rewatch Succ for the third time. This song is what I got the most Shiv vibes from after skimming through their entire discography.

I know it’s over, refers to the end of a relationship, I think?? Can you ever be sure with the Smiths? it could be about the death of Morrissey’s pet parrot or something. But for Shiv I’m interpreting that it’s her career at Waystar as well as her parents approval that’s over, I know it’s over, and it never really began, but in my heart it was so real “Is this for real?” When Logan told her he wanted her to be his successor.

But of course, it can, as well, relate to her relationship with Tom, Sad veiled bride, please be happy

Tom- What difference does it make? from The Smiths

My basic ass was actually going to pick, There is light that never goes out, for this bitch, which could of been interpreted with either Tomgreg or Tomshiv whichever tickles your pickle, cause Tommy gives major I would die for you but it’ll be better to die with you vibes, with both of them. Although it works slightly better with Tomgreg because, Oh please don’t drop me home, because its not my home, it’s their home and I’m welcome no more, could reference how he, like Greg, has never truly been a Roy, and how Tom certainly isn’t welcome among the siblings anymore after what he did in 3x9.

Enough about the song I didn’t choose for him and on to the one I did, for while I was searching for a song for Shiv I stumbled across What difference does it make? Which fits Tom so well. Again it can be related to Tom in regards to both Tomshiv and Tomgreg, the song could be interpreted for him in that he would do an awful lot and sacrifice an awful lot for both of them, even though they probably wouldn’t do the same for him, which makes him bitter and unpleasant towards them, yet he still loves them.

Heavy words are so lightly thrown “Because you love me, even though I don’t love you” But still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you. This song was made for Tom’s over dramatic ass.

Oh the devil will find work for idle hands to do “Do you want to make a deal with the devil?”

Greg- Half a person from Louder than bombs

This song is apparently a bit of an obscure one, which I wasn’t aware of because I am far from a die hard fan but I’ve known this particular song for quite a while, whereas there are others on this list that I’d never heard of or listened to before. Anyway Half a person is extremely Greg coded but it’s rather hard to explain why, you just have to listen to it, you should anyway as it’s a great song and apparently relatively unknown.

Logan- Barbarianism begins at home from Meat is murder

This song relates to Logan because of the abuse his uncle inflicted on him a Ewan and the abuse he then inflicted on his own children in turn.

A bonus: Unhappy Birthday. This is not really a song for Logan but more of a song to Logan from his kids, but especially from Kendall “Pass me the fucking shotgun” Roy.

#succession #tomshiv #tomgreg #romangerri #the smiths #Connor roy #Kendall Roy #Roman roy #shiv roy #tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #cousin greg #Logan Roy

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"Great! Does that mean I get to snack on the rest? I'll definitely be in need of a good sugar rush to get me through it," Logan teased, the mere thought alone amusing him greatly. Another one of his usual grins traced his lips, though it probably never quite faded to begin with. And of course, he wouldn't really need the sugar rush, it wouldn't be that difficult. At least, not really; there would be munchies there he could feast on, no doubt, but for the moment it was enough for him to keep him entertained. The thought of it all. Who was he if not a little dramatic, anyway? When Moira asked him for further info to expand on his question, he simply shrugged. "Could be both, could be neither," he joked again, being vague for the one and sole purpose of being a pain in the ass - in the normal Logan Chadwick fashion. His brows quirked upwards in silent question when she offered to answer both questions offered. His head tilted slightly, his interest piqued. His facial expression soon morphed from bantering mirth to sheer perplexity within seconds as she talked. In normal instances, he probably would have pointed out that she didn't answer the second question but he was too confused with the first answer she had provided him with! "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding?" he asked incredulously, shaking his head with a gentle scoff following. "No one asks you out? I find that really hard to believe; you're beautiful, funny, and patient enough to put up with me and my shenanigans so there's another bonus," he explained almost quickly, a soft chuckle added at the end as he picked up a fry and threw it at her playfully. Logan spoke as if he was simply listing the most obvious facts the world had to offer. "Their loss anyway. Screw 'em. It's them who dunno what they're missing." Did she make things more difficult than they needed to be? He rolled his head from side to side as if seriously dwelling on the question before settling with a shrug, waving off with a laugh. "Nah. Well. Sometimes, but don't we all? And no, I promise I can act; I was thinking more about you - if you could," he teased with another laugh.

To Moira's rebuttal of bracing herself, Logan winked at her, the same grin still plastered over his face as he offered her a quick thumbs up. Said expression changed to him narrowing his eyes at her protest, and now it was time for him to roll his eyes at her. "Hmm, nah. And even if it did go both ways, you can agree it gets me out of trouble more often than not." Again, debatable. But he really did enjoy trying his luck, which he couldn't deny. A small frown etched. Again with the self-deprecation; what was that all about? "Just telling you the truth. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Among all the playing around, those were words he genuinely meant. Logan laughed loudly at her dramatization of a 'love confession' and honestly he couldn't stop - she was hilarious. A feigned, melodramatic yelp left his lips as the fry came into contact with his face, scrunching his face up before proceeding to pick up the dropped fry and eating it anyway. "Careful there, I almost totally believed you!" He teased. Again he attempted to think of a viable story for the two of them, but couldn't really form anything. Brief ideas...yet the pieces needed to slot together. But he was confident they could do it, definitely. "How about a classic friends-to-lovers story? Everyone is a sucker for one of those. And it sounds more believable than love at first sight, you know? Plenty of leeway to make it all cutesy and shit, whatever you want," It was a suggestion, she didn't have to take it. It was just an idea. "Activities? For a reunion?" he queried, tilting his head. "Didn't realise they did stuff like that. But hey, I'm up for it. It will be fun, yeah? You just tell me where we're going and I'll get us there," he said with a lighthearted chuckle, he always had been one to go with the flow. Some said he was too laid back for his own good.

If she was happy, then he was happy. Simple as. Logan didn't know what he was getting himself into, not really, but he had no problem with it. Any excuse to go out and have a good time was enough persuasion for him. Besides, it meant he got to spend more time with Moira which was a bonus if you asked him. Elbow perched on the table, he rested his chin against his hand, he eyed her curiously. About to ask if she was okay, that smile soon returned though he suspected there was something underlying. He could ask her later, maybe. Made a mental note of it in the back of his head. She seemed excited about this whole thing which in return, had another smile tugging on the corners of his lips. "How nice is really nice?" He retorted with a chuckle. "Wait, what? No, don't be silly. Come on. At least let me pay half. That's fairer, no?"

"You'll have to get me a ton of packets of them, then, because God knows I'll be snacking on the rings all of the time. You know me and my food..." She laughed and took a bite from her burger. When he asked 'why is that?', he didn't elaborate and she furrowed her brow. "Why is what? Why is that I trust you or why is it that I'm not seeing anyone? I can give you both answers. I'm not seeing anyone because people don't wanna see me. No one asks me out, as embarrassing as that sounds. Then again, it shouldn't be embarrassing. I dunno...I shouldn't be bothered." Moira gave a shrug of her shoulders and she popped another fry into her mouth. "You don't need to take masterclasses in acting to pretend to be my fiancé, unless you think it would take a lot of acting to pretend to be in love with me." She tilted her head to the side and gave him a little smirk. "I promise, I'm not that hard to love..." She murmured, but teased him and wrinkled up her nose a little. "I mean, from what I believe. I could be wrong and could be so fucking difficult. You've been my friend for how long now? Do I make things more difficult than I need to?"

"I can only imagine what you're going to come up with, Logan, so I'm bracing myself." Moira grinned and she rolled her eyes. She started laughing when he said his smile gets him out of trouble and she shook her head, "Uh-huh, I've seen it happen both ways, so." The woman gave him a look and sipped from her drink. When he said he'd take her falling in love with him as a huge compliment, she shook her head, "I promise you wouldn't, but that's sweet of you to say, otherwise." She chuckled and gave another roll of her eyes as he spoke about her actually being in love with him already because of the way she was talking about his dimples. "Oh, God, you caught me. I'm in love with you, Logan. So, so in love with you. It's why I asked you to do this, because I want you to fall in love with ME." She snorted and threw a fry at his face before sighing, "Okay! Okay...we'll think up a story together. I promise. And it doesn't have to be really romantic. People might see through it. It'll be cute." She bit into her lip and ran her fingers through her hair before she wiggled around a little bit. A hum escaped her and she took another bite from her burger. "They have little activities all leading up to the reunion. Not everyone does them, but I wanted to do a couple."

Moira knew she was risking a lot doing this because she could swear she's slept with quite a few people in her class in the past, as clients. Hopefully they kept their mouths shut and didn't start anything while they were there. It would lead to more trouble if they had families and everything. She took a deep breath and shook herself from her thoughts before plastering on another smile for Logan before she crossed her legs up on the seat to get more comfortable. "Apart from my massive favour that I will be forever indebted to you for doing for me..." She beamed and bit into her lip. "...we'll be staying in a really nice hotel for a week. Everything's being paid for by me. You don't need to pay a dime, I promise. I'll pick up everything because this is a lot, I know."

#i am truly so sorry this took so long my lovely!! logan has been a nightmare to write <3 #and yeaaaah this was long. i'm so sorry ;-; pls don't feel obligated to match at all honestly. this man talks too much dgsdgsd #logan x moira #logan x moira ;; 001 #muse ;; logan chadwick #logan chadwick ;; interactions #godqveens #godqveens ;; moira #queue now or forever hold your peace

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storytellerofuntoldlegends · 4 years ago

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somebody loves you for yourself

A/N: I have had this nicomas fic in my head and have been working on it basically since fwsa came out, and it’s finally done!! it’s like 7k of pure fluff and nico meeting the sides, enjoy! (title is from Wake Up, Sunshine by All Time Low)

Summary: On a relaxing date night with Thomas, Nico stumbles upon someone on the kitchen- someone who looked eerily like his boyfriend. Then he ends up meeting five more "Thomases," as well as finding out that there is so much of his boyfriend to love.

Warnings: flirting, kissing, hugging, cuddling, remus being remus, janus being all “we live in a society,” mentions of amazon being a not great company (lmk if anything should be added, otherwise this is pure fluff!)

Things had been going spectacularly well with the cute disaster gay Nico had met at the mall. Since that fateful meeting, the two had exchanged numbers, gone on more dates… and well, it had been a few months now and Nico was pretty sure that Thomas was it for him. He really couldn’t picture his future without Thomas somewhere in it. Nico wasn’t really sure what he’d do without Thomas’s infectious enthusiasm, how he could go a day without seeing the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his passions or the way pink would dust his cheeks when Nico used any term of endearment towards him… well now Nico was just waxing poetic now, wasn’t he? Sue him, he was a poet! And Thomas had irrevocably become his muse.

“I was rambling again, wasn’t I?” Thomas asked, startling Nico from his thoughts. The two of them were in Thomas’s apartment, Nico watching Thomas playing Kingdom Hearts. Well… it was more Thomas playing for a bit, then pausing the game to ramble about the lore and storyline of Kingdom Hearts. But Nico was more than content to listen and watch as Thomas gestured emphatically as he spoke. Although Nico admittedly got caught up in how Thomas’s voice was like audible sunshine, how Thomas could start literally glowing from excitement and Nico wouldn’t bat an eye… Thomas once confessed to him that he had thought Nico was radiant the first time he saw him, but Nico was pretty sure it was the other way around. Thomas was the radiant one, like a beam of sunlight that had gotten confused and taken human form.

“No, it’s okay! I like hearing you ramble, it’s cute! Although… I will admit that I might have gotten a little distracted by said cuteness and zoned out,” Nico replied with a sheepish laugh. Thomas flushed and let out a squeak, hands flapping excitedly for a moment before he covered his mouth, as if he were trying to hold back the squeak that he had already let out.

“You know I don’t know how to respond to compliments!” Thomas protested when he dropped his hands down from his mouth.

“Think of it this way, babe- if I keep giving you compliments, you’ll have more practice at responding to them! Besides, you’re unreasonably cute when you get all blushy and stimmy like this,” Nico said with a grin. Thomas squeaked again, this time opting to bury his whole face in his hands.

“This is RUDE I’m being ATTACKED!” Thomas exclaimed, voice muffled behind his hands. Nico chuckled, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s dramatics.

“Okay, okay, I’ll show mercy. I was gonna get some water soon anyway. Need anything while I’m up?” he asked. Thomas looked up from his hands then, face still flushed but looking less like he was going to melt.

“Nah, I’m fine, thanks though,” Thomas replied.

“Be right back,” Nico said, and with a kiss to Thomas’s cheek to fix the not-melting problem, Nico stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He flicked on the light, and he was still rather lost in his thoughts about Thomas that he didn’t notice the man sitting on the counter until he looked up and locked eyes with him. He was… Thomas?! Or at least, someone who looked eerily similar to Thomas. He wore a black hoodie with plaid purple patches and for a moment, Nico thought he had sparkly purple eyeshadow underneath his eyes. But then the man locked eyes with Nico and the eyeshadow was black. Nico let out a surprised yelp, the man sitting on the counter yelped back, and soon enough both of them were screaming.

“Uh… everything okay in here?” Thomas asked, frowning with concern as he walked into the kitchen. He didn’t seem perturbed by the man on the counter, and Nico looked between them incredulously.

“So… were you going to tell me you had a twin, or was I just supposed to get scared half to death by finding him sitting on the counter?!” Nico demanded, unable to keep his voice from rising with mild panic. Thomas’s mouth dropped open, and he looked at the man, then back to Nico.

“You can see him?!” Thomas gasped. Nico’s expression twisted with confusion.

“Uh… kinda hard to miss an emo version of you sitting on the counter. Thomas, who is this and why are you so shocked that I can see him?” Nico asked, glancing to the man again, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to cease to exist at that present moment. But surprisingly, the man spoke up.

“He’s surprised because I’m part of him,” he said, and he even sounded like Thomas, but his voice was rougher and deeper.

“What do you mean, ‘part of him?’” Nico asked slowly.

“This is Virgil, he’s my anxiety. And up until now… I thought I was the only one who could see him,” Thomas explained. And frankly, this clarification just left Nico even more confused.

“So… your anxiety is somehow… personified? And is a real, actual person?” Nico asked.

“He’s not… ‘real,’ in that sort of sense, I thought he was more like… a figment of my imagination, or a projection of how I was feeling, anxiety-wise? Although he and the others are able to interact with the real world sometimes…” Thomas trailed off thoughtfully.

“Wait wait wait. Back up. Others?!” Nico exclaimed. Thomas instantly looked a little sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I- um, well…”

“We’re his ‘sides.’ Parts of his personality, basically. There’s Logan, Patton, Roman… and a few more,” Virgil explained, fidgeting with his hoodie sleeves and eyes glued to the floor.

“Oh. Okay then… so are all of you just in his head the rest of the time? How come I haven’t seen any of you before?” Nico asked.

“We usually are in his head, yeah. But I don’t know why you haven’t seen any of us until now. Heck, me and Roman were with Thomas when he met you!” Virgil exclaimed, biting his thumb nervously after his rather panicked outburst.

“Wait, you were?” Nico asked, looking to Thomas for confirmation. Thomas smiled sheepishly, dropping his hand from the back of his neck.

“Yeah. In fact, Virgil was the one who pushed me to talk to you. And uh- I mean the ‘pushed’ part literally,” Thomas explained.

“Wait really? I just thought you were clumsy- not that being clumsy is a bad thing! Kinda endearing, actually,” Nico said, expecting the inevitable blush to travel over Thomas’s face- but what he wasn’t expecting was a squeak from Virgil and his eyeshadow turning sparkly and purple.

“I mean, to be fair I am a little clumsy sometimes,” Thomas said with a nervous laugh. Nico glanced between Virgil and Thomas, a bit of a playful smirk quirking on his lips.

“Well, whether your clumsiness is just you or your sides- I think you’re all around endearing,” Nico said, voice nearly a purr. Thomas let out a delighted little sound and flapped his hands with excitement, and Virgil outright giggled. If Nico hadn’t thought Thomas was everything to him before, he definitely thought so now with meeting one of his sides.

“Your eyeshadow turns purple and sparkly when Thomas is excited, that is adorable,” Nico cooed. Virgil let out a sound that was half giggle and half yelp, hiding his flushed face in his hands. After a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he peeked up at Nico, looking timid and insecure.

“You really think so?” Virgil asked quietly, tensing up as if he were afraid of the answer.

“I do think so. It makes sense after all… Thomas is adorable, therefore his sides are adorable too,” Nico replied with a shrug. Virgil let out an elated giggle, hands flapping excitedly- and in that moment, Nico knew that he was more than okay with Thomas having sides. It just meant there was more of him to love and appreciate.

Since meeting Virgil, Nico was determined to meet the rest of the sides. Thomas had explained that he could summon them whenever he wanted, but Nico insisted that they could just come to him on their own. He had felt a little bad about his first meeting with Virgil being so panic-inducing for all of them, and didn’t really want a repeat of that situation. But luckily, Nico didn’t have to wait that long to meet another one of Thomas’s sides.

Nico had been sitting at the table, idly chatting with Thomas while he was in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them. Nico had offered to help, but being the sweetheart he was, Thomas insisted that he was more than happy to handle dinner. As they were talking, one of Thomas’s sides rose up into existence. This side wore glasses, a black polo, and a tie… Nico made a mental note to tell Thomas that he looked very good dressed a bit more formally.

“Thomas, please be sure to preheat the oven for the garlic bread this time,” the formally dressed side said. Then he looked over and seemed to notice Nico, and though his expression seemed carefully maintained and neutral, Nico could see his eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Hi there!” Nico said, giving a small wave. A smile crept over the side’s face for half a second, but his expression quickly turned neutral again, and he adjusted his tie nervously.

“Hello. I am Logan, Thomas’s-”

“Wait! Don’t tell me which side you are, I wanna guess! It’s kind of like a puzzle… although I guess that’s kind of weird to say about part of your boyfriend’s personality…” Nico trailed off sheepishly. Logan’s face lit up, and this time it was purely unrestrained. If Nico could get heart eyes like a cartoon character, he certainly would have in this situation. Something about seeing this serious side of Thomas so excited… it made Nico’s heart flutter.

“Do you like puzzles?” Logan asked, sounding like he was trying not to seem too hopeful.

“I love puzzles!” Nico exclaimed. A grin took over Logan’s face, and with a wave of his hand, a puzzle appeared on the kitchen table. It was a Nightmare Before Christmas one of Jack Skellington’s face being made up of various scenes and characters from the movie.

“Oh- wait, I’m not sure if you’re going to be able to-” Logan’s sentence cut off abruptly when Nico reached out and took the lid off the top of the box.

“What were you saying?” Nico asked, setting the lid down and looking up to Logan. Nico could only describe his expression as calculating, but in a warm and endearing way.

“Fascinating,” Logan murmured, gazing at Nico. He felt his face heat up slightly at the attention, but was mostly feeling a little lost.

“Logan? What’s going on, buddy?” Thomas asked, observing the two of them from the other side of the kitchen counter. Logan blinked, shaking his head and looking a little sheepish.

“Apologies. I was rather fascinated that Nico was able to touch the puzzle box. I had momentarily forgotten that I am technically imaginary, and therefore anything I would summon would be imaginary as well. However, Nico seems to be able to interact with the puzzle,” Logan explained, and frankly Nico felt like he could listen to Logan talk for ages. He was so precise and professional with the way he spoke, but there was still an undercurrent of excitement and fascination.

“Maybe you guys are becoming more real, somehow?” Nico suggested.

“Perhaps, but you seem to be the only one who can see us. There have been some close calls with Joan and some of Thomas’s other close friends, but you have been the only one who has outright interacted with us,” Logan explained. Nico hummed thoughtfully as he began sorting out the puzzle pieces. Logan sat down with him and helped sort the pieces as well, flushing slightly as their hands brushed whenever they reached for the same pieces.

“Maybe it has to do with how close to Thomas someone is?” Nico asked. A contemplative expression came over Logan’s face.

“I am not responsible for Thomas’s emotions, so I would have no way of knowing. But that is a plausible theory,” Logan replied. Nico nodded, and went back to the puzzle for a few moments, sneaking a few glances at Logan every now and then.

“Well, you confirmed that you aren’t Thomas’s emotional side, and I know you aren’t his anxiety because I already met Virgil. And you seem to like Nightmare Before Christmas, but I’m not sure if that really contributes to which side you are,” Nico said, and was surprised to see Logan flush with mild embarrassment.

“I- while your skills of deduction are admirable, my reasonings for summoning a Nightmare Before Christmas puzzle was not because I enjoy the movie, but because you seem to. If the sticker on your laptop is any evidence to go by,” Logan admitted a tad sheepishly. This time it was Nico’s turn to blush, and he placed his hand over Logan’s with a grin.

“Logan, that’s so sweet! So tell me, what do you like?” Nico asked, squeezing Logan’s hand before removing it to continue the puzzle. Logan stared at his hand for a moment or two, then blinked and shook his head.

“I- erm, I do have an- an appreciation for mysteries and detective stories,” Logan replied, stumbling over his words slightly. Nico glanced up from the puzzle to see that Logan looked a little flustered, and a small smile came to his face at the sight.

“So let’s see… not emotional, seems very factual and is on the more serious side, likes puzzles, mysteries, and detectives… my guess is that you’re Thomas’s intellectual side,” Nico said. Logan’s face broke out into a grin and his expression lit up with pride, sending butterflies fluttering through Nico’s stomach.

“Correct! Although technically speaking, my official ‘title’ of sorts is that I am Thomas’s Logic,” Logan said, voice surprisingly warm and fond.

“Well then, Mr. Logic, shall we finish this puzzle?” Nico asked with a grin. A small smile slipped onto Logan’s face.

“I think we shall, Mr. Flores.”

Nico and Thomas had been having what they liked to call “joint creativity days.” The two of them would hang out in Thomas’s apartment while Thomas would work on a script for a video, while Nico would work on his songs or poetry. And it was on one of these joint creativity days that Nico met another one of Thomas’s sides.

“By the prophecies of Apollo, are you writing a sonnet?!” a hushed, yet excited voice piped up beside Nico. He looked over to see one of Thomas’s sides nestled rather close to him on the couch, eyes lit up with awe as he looked at Nico’s screen. The side in question was dressed like a stereotypical prince: white tunic with gold detailing, a bright red sash- but oddly enough, no crown.

“Well… I’m trying to. My songs aren’t really going anywhere, so I decided I’d try to do some poetry. But I’m getting tripped up on the syllables,” Nico said with a sigh.

“Why restrict your wondrous writing to the syllables of a sonnet? Although I do appreciate the Bard’s work,” the princely side asked.

“I thought giving myself some guidelines would help, otherwise I’ll feel like I have too many options and I don’t end up writing anything at all,” Nico said with a sigh.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re writing much with those guidelines- but this certainly is a good start!” the side said, eyes scanning over the words again. A thoughtful expression came over the side’s face, and Nico could practically see the creative gears turning in his mind. Wait… creative? Could he be- well, Nico should probably ask the side’s name before making any guesses.

“Oh gosh, what am I doing? I didn’t even ask for your name or anything!” Nico said with a sheepish laugh. The side blinked, startling slightly as he was torn from the partially written sonnet. His face broke out into a charming grin as he sprung to his feet, got down on one knee in front of the couch and took Nico’s hand in his. Nico thought he was flustered at the side’s actions- but then he spoke and Nico was fairly sure his face was burning.

“Prince Roman at your service, my fair poet,” he murmured with a kiss to the back of Nico’s hand. Nico let out a sound he absolutely refused to call a squeak.

“Where is this suave-ness when I’m trying to flirt with Nico?!” Thomas demanded indignantly. Roman stood up with a huff.

“Virgil can be very convincing when it comes to not flirting versus flirting!” Roman squawked indignantly.

“Good point,” Thomas replied with a sigh.

“Well, whenever you are comfortable enough to do it, the suave-ness is much appreciated by me,” Nico said, only sounding slightly strangled. Roman’s face lit up, and he clapped his hands together excitedly as he bounced on the balls of his feet (the lack of crown now made sense to Nico, with how much the prince seemed to move).

“Really?!” Roman squealed.

“Of course, Prince Roman- or should I say, Thomas’s creativity and passion?” Nico guessed with a grin. Nico thought Roman looked rather joyous before, but Roman’s expression turned positively ecstatic. Nico half-expected Roman to start glowing with how enthused he looked. He all but bounded forward to sit next to Nico again and hug him tightly- and then he pressed a kiss to Nico’s cheek. Nico’s face heated up once more… and okay, fine, he squeaked. Roman drew back from him quickly, looking completely mortified.

“I have never thought about a single decision I have ever made,” Roman said, voice coming out quiet and mildly strained. Nico gave Roman a comforting smile, and took the prince’s hand and squeezed it gently. Roman’s tensed form instantly relaxed, but he still looked a little distraught.

“I don’t mind a little spontaneity, your highness,” Nico murmured, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of Roman’s hand. A sound between a gasp and an exclamation left Roman’s lips and a delightful pink flush grew over his cheeks.

“I- Nico, you- I…” Roman rambled, seeming at a loss for words. Nico smiled warmly and leaned over to kiss Roman’s temple… and well, it looked like Roman wasn’t going to be formulating words any time soon.

“Nico! Now I’m really not going to get any work on this script done!” Thomas said with a laugh, setting his laptop aside.

“I can’t help that my boyfriend and his sides are so handsome and lovely! It makes complimenting you so easy,” Nico said, flashing Thomas a grin. Thomas squeaked, blushing just as brightly as Roman.

“This is DISTINCTLY not fair!” Roman pouted, which was frankly adorable in Nico’s humble opinion.

“You started it, dear Prince,” Nico hummed with a shrug, turning back to his sonnet. Nothing like a little mutual flirting and flustering to get the writing motivation flowing.

Halloween was approaching, which meant that pumpkin patches started opening up. So Nico came up with the date idea of going to a pumpkin patch and carving pumpkins afterwards. And was the main purpose of this date to wear cute fall clothes and take pictures with Thomas? Maybe. But Nico also really loved Halloween and carving pumpkins, so really it was a win-win.

Nico took pumpkin carving very seriously, so he was meticulous when it came to choosing a pumpkin. Thomas had already chosen his, and was watching on fondly while Nico pondered over the pumpkins. Nico had narrowed down his choices to two pumpkins when a voice piped up beside him.

“Having trouble picking there, pumpkin?” the voice asked, and Nico glanced over to see one of Thomas’s sides crouched beside him. Nico couldn’t think of any other way to describe this side other than a dad with an affinity for cats. He wore glasses, a blue polo, khakis, and a cat hoodie tied around his shoulders. Nico blinked at the side with mild confusion.

“Was that… a pun?” Nico asked. The side let out a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeahhh… not my best one. Oh hey! Can I just say that you look gord-eous today?” he said with a grin. Against his will, Nico’s face flushed and a giggle escaped his lips.

“You have a dad side?” Nico said, standing and turning towards Thomas with a laugh of disbelief. Thomas let out a sheepish laugh.

“Well, he’s technically more than that… but pretty much yeah,” Thomas replied.

“I didn’t think you or your sides could get any more adorable,” Nico said with a grin. Thomas flushed slightly, and a squeal came from the side beside Nico.

“Oh kiddo! You’re so sweet!” he cooed. Nico turned to the dad side with a slightly mischievous grin.

“Am I sweet as… pumpkin pie?” he asked. Thomas’s side giggled, while Thomas groaned at the pun.

“I’d say you’re even sweeter! My name’s Patton, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand to Nico. He looked at the offered hand, then to Patton’s face.

“Sorry Patton, but I don’t think a handshake is gonna do. Could I have a hug instead?” Nico asked. Patton’s face lit up like a child’s did on Christmas, and he pulled Nico into his arms with an elated sound. Thomas was a good hugger, Nico always felt safe and loved in his arms- but hugging Patton was that feeling times a thousand. Patton just radiated care and comfort, and Nico hadn’t really thought he needed a hug earlier, but part of him felt absolutely relieved to be hugged. One of Patton’s hands came up to gently card through Nico’s hair, and he all but purred at the touch.

“I’m not getting Patton back anytime soon, am I?” Thomas joked.

“No,” Nico replied with a slight pout, hugging Patton tighter.

“No complaints here!” Patton said, and Nico could hear his smile in his voice.

“I mean, to everyone else it probably looks like you’re hugging the air,” Thomas pointed out with a chuckle. Nico sighed, and regretfully drew away from Patton.

“That’s okay, I can always hug you later when there aren’t people around!” Patton chirped with a sunny grin. Okay, so Patton was definitely the side responsible for Thomas being like a ray of sunshine that came to life. But Nico had no clue as to what part of Thomas that made Patton. His kindness, maybe? But Nico had a feeling that Patton was more than that, that there was something more than the puns and cheerful attitude.

“I’ve gotta say Patton, you’ve got me a little stumped. Puns, sunny disposition, kindness… but I feel like there’s something more to you than that, something more specific that I can’t quite put my finger on,” Nico hummed thoughtfully.

“Do you want a hint?” Patton offered. Nico pondered this for a moment or two, then nodded.

“Sure, just don’t give it to me too easily,” he replied. Patton grinned, clapping his hands together excitedly.

“Yay! Well Nico, I just wanted to say that I am morally obligated to tell you that I heartily look forward to our next hug!” Patton exclaimed. Nico blinked in mild confusion, getting the feeling that Patton had used two puns in his hint. He pondered Patton’s sentence for a moment or two, regarding the side with a contemplative look.

“Are you… his morals? Or his heart?” Nico asked, more thinking out loud rather than settling on an answer.

“Both! Well, ‘officially’ I’m Thomas’s morality, his sense of right and wrong- but I’m his heart too!” Patton chirped.

“I knew there was something more to you than really good hugs and dad jokes,” Nico replied with a grin. Patton giggled, face flushing ever so slightly as he fiddled with the sleeves of his cat hoodie.

“Well, to be fair… I am mostly that sort of stuff,” he said, sounding a little sheepish. Nico regarded Patton with a concerned expression. Something about Patton’s demeanor… it struck Nico that perhaps the side didn’t think of himself all that highly. Maybe it was a bit of a stretch to assume, considering he had just met him, but there was insecurity in every fiber of his stance.

“Maybe, but it takes a lot of wisdom to deal with moral issues. You can be smart and silly, it’s not a dichotomy,” Nico said with a soft smile. Patton’s eyes grew wide behind his glasses, and Nico was vaguely startled to see that it looked like he was going to cry.

“Oh- I- well… well Logan’s the smart one, not me,” Patton protested, though his voice was soft and hopeful.

“Sure, Logan is logic and facts, and ‘traditional’ intelligence… but there’s a lot of different types of intelligence. You seem to lean towards emotional intelligence, which does make you smart and caring- plus you must be pretty witty to come up with puns,” Nico said, still smiling softly.

“Oh,” Patton said softly, eyes still wide and the beginnings of a smile on his face. Patton stood still for half a moment, then rushed forward to hug Nico. This hug felt completely different than the one Nico had received earlier. This time, Patton felt so small in his arms, instead of being all-encompassing comfort. Patton was the one who needed the comfort here, to know that just because he was sweet and silly, it didn’t mean he wasn’t important. Nico hugged him back tightly, reaching a hand up to run through his hair, mirroring what Patton had done with him earlier. Nico looked to Thomas over Patton’s shoulder- and was shocked to see an expression that had been eerily similar to Patton’s- disbelieving yet hopeful. Then it hit Nico- the sides’ insecurities were Thomas’s too, at least on some level. He squeezed Patton tighter and smiled at Thomas comfortingly. There was so much of Thomas to love- and Nico was determined to show Thomas that he loved every part of him.

Thomas and Nico were curled up on the couch, Thomas’s arm around him with his head resting on top of Nico’s. They were having a rather relaxed evening by watching The Lion King, arguably one of Nico’s favorite Disney movies (other than Nightmare Before Christmas, of course). What made this particular viewing of The Lion King so enjoyable was Thomas softly singing along to the songs and his laughter at various parts of the movie. They had gotten to “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” in the movie when Nico heard some snickering from off to the side. Nico looked over to see a mustached side with a white streak through his hair hiding behind the couch. Out of all the sides Nico had met so far, he looked the most different from Thomas. Yet something about him reminded Nico of Roman- they definitely seemed to have a similar style, as something about the side seemed regal with the elaborate black tunic and electric green sash.

“What are you giggling about?” Nico asked. The side merely cackled, wiggling excitedly behind the couch.

“You’ll seeeeeee,” he crooned. Thomas looked over to the side with an apprehensive look and sighed.

“Remus-” Thomas started, but the side (Remus?) quickly shushed him. Thomas huffed out a sigh and rolled his eyes, snuggling back into Nico. They continued watching the scene for a little while longer until Remus broke down into giggles, causing Thomas to sigh again.

“What’s so funny?” Nico asked, glancing between the television and Remus. They had gotten to the part of the song where Simba and Nala had rolled down the hill together, and Nico couldn’t quite figure out what was so amusing about that.

“Oh come on, Nala was totally asking Simba to hakuna her tatas with those bedroom eyes she was giving him,” Remus cackled. Thomas’s expression was twisted with a mixture of disgust and disappointment, while Nico couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Both Thomas and Remus looked surprised at his reaction, but Nico was too busy laughing to really wonder why.

“Hakuna her- oh my goodness how did I never think of that-” Nico said between laughs.

“And you said it would be a bad idea if I talked to Nico!” Remus scoffed with a grin.

“Cause I thought you would traumatize him, not- not whatever is happening here!” Thomas protested.

“What is happening here is that I am hilarious,” Remus shot back, his grin turning more smug than chaotic. Nico finally managed to stop laughing and catch his breath, looking to Remus with an inquisitive look.

“So you’re- what, pure chaos and humor? You also remind me of Roman in a weird way… I can’t quite puzzle you out,” Nico pondered. Remus opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off by an indignant voice from the end of the couch.

“I resent that, I am NOTHING like him!” Roman exclaimed, crossing his arms and pouting slightly.

“Hey! I’m talking to Nico now, you got to meet him a few days ago!” Remus shouted back. Roman and Remus quickly devolved into childish bickering, sounding more like a pair of kids than two sides of a grown man.

“This is the first time I’ve seen your sides interact with each other, do they always bicker like this?” Nico whispered to Thomas, gaze darting between Roman and Remus as they continued to argue.

“More or less, but these two are a… special case,” Thomas muttered.

“I am quite special and spectacular, thank you,” Roman said, abandoning his argument with Remus to turn to Thomas and Nico.

“Pretty sure ‘special’ was not a compliment there, Ro-Bro,” Remus huffed. Roman let out a dramatic groan, looking to Remus his nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Why did you call me ‘Ro-Bro’, I know you have the capability to be cleverer than that,” Roman huffed.

“Well it’s true! Your name is Ro, and you’re my bro! And Thomas told me I couldn’t traumatize Nico,” Remus pouted.

“Wait, ‘bro?’ Like you guys are actually brothers?” Nico blurted, interrupting the argument before it could really begin.

“Unfortunately,” Roman huffed.

“Well I think I am an absolute delight to have as a brother,” Remus shot back, sticking out his tongue.

“More like an absolute fright!” Roman fired back.

“Awww, you called me a fright! That’s gotta be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me!” Remus chirped, seeming genuinely pleased. Roman let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Please don’t scare off Thomas’s boyfriend?” Roman huffed. To Nico’s surprise, Remus flushed slightly.

“I won’t,” he muttered. Seeming satisfied, Roman sunk out, leaving Thomas and Nico with Remus. Nico turned to look at Remus who seemed… uncharacteristically sheepish. Nico hadn’t really known Remus for all that long, but something told him that he wasn’t the type of side to be particularly bashful.

“So… Remus. Roman’s your brother? Does that mean you guys have similar functions?” Nico asked with a contemplative expression. Remus squirmed semi-uncomfortably for a moment or two before huffing out a sigh.

“I guess so. Technically,” he said with a slight pout. Nico regarded him with a concerned eye. Remus seemed just as unwilling to admit that he had any similarities to Roman as Roman was unwilling to admit that he had any similarities to Remus.

“So you’re creativity too? But Thomas and Roman both said something about scaring or traumatizing me… so you’re Thomas’s darker creative thoughts?” Nico asked.

“Yup. But I’m his intrusive thoughts too. Y’know, those random little thoughts you get about how easy it would be to stab somebody while they’re helping you do the dishes and you happen to be drying a knife,” Remus replied, his strange melancholy demeanor shifting to something more malicious and chaotic as he spoke. Nico was suddenly reminded of the other day when he was helping Thomas do the dishes after dinner, and how Thomas had dropped a knife like it had burned him while he was drying it. Nico had fussed over him and asked if he was okay, and Thomas just blamed it on clumsiness. But now Nico could see that there was a bit more to Thomas lurking beneath the surface. Nico knew that Thomas would never hurt him- if the immense guilt and shame currently written over his face was anything to go by- but it did hurt Nico’s heart a bit to know that Thomas struggled with such thoughts and felt ashamed to talk about it.

“Well… just because you think such things doesn’t mean you’d ever do them, and thinking those sorts of things doesn’t make you an irredeemably bad person either. Plus it’s not a bad thing to have a darker imagination! Stories can’t be all sunshine and rainbows, sometimes you’ve gotta have a little darkness to even things out,” Nico explained in a soothing tone, relieved when both Thomas and Remus perked up.

“Really?” Remus asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Really! Trust me, I’m a poet. And poets love writing about dark stuff, just look at Edgar Allan Poe! He’s one of my inspirations, did you know that?” Nico asked, grinning when Remus’s face lit up.

“Me too! The Tell-Tale Heart is one of my favorites of his!” Remus exclaimed, beginning to chatter away about hearts beneath floorboards and birds that foretold death. Thomas muttered something about Nico providing Remus more nightmare fuel to torment him with, to which Nico happily placated him with a peck on the cheek and the promise to defend him from any nightmares.

On more than one occasion, some of Nico’s friends had enthusiastically recommended the show Good Omens to him. As it turned out, Thomas’s friends were also recommending the show to him. So they both figured it could be something they could experience together. Watching Good Omens had become a bit of a weekend tradition, and they were now halfway through the show. Nico was getting popcorn ready in the kitchen, while Thomas fussed over the television setup. For whatever reason, Thomas seemed to be struggling with pulling it up… no, that wasn’t quite it. Thomas seemed strangely hesitant about pulling up Amazon Prime onto his television.

“Something up, babe?” Nico asked as he carried the popcorn into the living room.

“No! No, I’m fine,” Thomas replied, a little too quickly as he queued up the show and sat down on the couch. For a brief moment, Nico could have sworn he heard a chilling laugh and a flash of yellow out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to follow it, there was nothing there. Shaking his head, Nico sat down beside Thomas and instantly cuddled into his side, popcorn still in hand.

“Sure doesn’t sound like you’re fine,” Nico said, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head up to meet Thomas’s eyes. He fidgeted for a moment or two before replying.

“Just saw an article the other day about Amazon, that’s all,” Thomas said with a sigh.

“Yeah, Jeff Bezos is a crummy guy, and unfortunately we live in a capitalist world where there is no such thing as ethical consumption,” Nico said, tone grim and melancholy.

“He’s right, Thomas. After all- what’s the phrase? Ah yes… ‘we live in a society,’” a voice crooned. Nico jumped, nearly spilling the popcorn in the process, and looked over to see one of Thomas’s sides seated on the far end of the couch. The side’s appearance absolutely radiated “stereotypical villain” with the bowler hat, capelet, and yellow gloves- but Nico couldn’t help but be reminded of Crowley due to the scales on half his face and the piercing yellow snake eye. And he wasn’t sure why, but something in the way the side regarded Nico made him flush ever so slightly.

“Janus…” Thomas trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he felt a headache coming on.

“Now Thomas, we could be avoiding this guilt if we had just pirated the show like I insisted. But instead, we’re kissing up to-” the side- Janus- started, but was cut off by Thomas.

“There are… good points to what each of you are saying. But like I said before, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. If we spent our time trying to debate the moral standards of each and every piece of media we consume- well, we wouldn’t really have anything to consume. And that doesn’t mean we should outright ignore things like a company treating their workers terribly, but we shouldn’t beat ourselves up over something that isn’t in the realm of our immediate control either. Instead, what we can do is sign petitions and look into how else we can support underpaid and overworked workers. Besides, Good Omens is arguably queer, Neil Gaiman himself has made that pretty clear. We don’t get much of that,” Nico pointed out. Thomas and Janus seemed to ponder this for a moment or two, until Janus’s face broke into a sly grin that definitely had Nico blushing.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. But pirating makes Virgil freak out cause what if I end up getting a virus when I download the show from a sketchy website and then all my data gets stolen, and then-” Thomas rambled, before Janus butted in.

“And Patton prattles on about how pirating is stealing, and stealing is wrong- but tell me, stealing from a corrupt company makes a right, don’t you think?” Janus said, gaze flicking to Nico for confirmation.

“I think I underestimated you, Mr. Flores,” Janus purred, and Nico’s face was absolutely burning at this point.

“And I thought Roman was handsome and charming,” Nico said in a strangled whisper, not really meaning to say what he was thinking out loud, but was glad he did when the human side of Janus’s face turned a bright red.

“I- erm. That’s- whatever,” Janus scoffed, examining his gloves in an excuse to not meet Nico’s gaze.

“Y’know, that’s impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him speechless,” Thomas commented dryly. Janus merely hissed at Thomas in reply, and Nico couldn’t help but giggle.

“Well what I think is impressive is that you have a snakey crime side,” Nico said between laughs.

“Flatterer,” Janus accused, although he was absolutely preening at Nico’s comment.

“Maybe I just think my boyfriend and his sides deserve to be flattered,” Nico replied with a shrug. Thomas let out a flustered giggle, and Janus’s human side of his face was quickly turning red again.

“Well, obviously he does. I knew that,” Janus said, trying (and failing) to seem aloof.

“The flattering also includes you here, Janus,” Nico said with a chuckle.

“Really? Oh, I’m not sure about that,” he replied, smiling coyly. Nico grinned wickedly, and Thomas glanced between Nico and Janus in a mix of mild confusion and intrigue.

“Then I’m sure you’d absolutely hate to hear that I find you incredibly stunning,” Nico purred.

“Careful there, angel- lest you fall prey to the snake in the garden,” Janus replied with a grin, flashing fangs that Nico was pretty sure weren’t there before. His brain was a little too busy re-playing the way Janus had purred “angel” on loop to actually remember.

“Speaking of snakes in gardens and angels- are we ever going to get around to watching Good Omens today or not?” Thomas asked with a chuckle.

“In a minute! I haven’t figured out which one of your sides Janus is yet,” Nico protested, shaking off his flusteredness to regard Janus with a curious eye.

“Oh please, as if you could ever unravel the marvelous mystery that is-”

“Let’s see, sneaky, snarky, dramatic, cunning, wants to encourage Thomas to commit minor crimes… anything else I’m missing?” Nico asked, cutting Janus off.

“... you forgot s-s-snakey,” Janus pouted. Nico broke into giggles at the sudden shift in Janus’s demeanor.

“Right, you’re right, sorry. So… you’re his… trickery and cunning side?” Nico tried. Janus pondered his answer for a moment or two, before he broke into a pleased grin.

“Well, I do encompass those things as well, I suppose. So I’ll give it to you- but formally, I am Thomas’s Deceit,” he said, tipping his hat to Nico.

“Pleasure to meet you, Deceit. Well, with that settled, we can watch Good Omens now!” Nico said, patting the spot on the couch next to him. Janus looked surprised for a moment or two before he shook it off and his expression was back to smug indifference.

“Well, I suppose I can be tempted to stay,” Janus said, sinking out for a moment before reappearing next to Nico. After setting the popcorn on the coffee table first, Nico grabbed one of Janus’s hands to pull him into the cuddling he and Thomas were currently engaged in.

“Hey, you’re just letting him stay cause you want double the cuddles!” Thomas teased.

“What makes you say that?” Nico asked as he wrapped an arm around Janus- while more arms than were normal for a human being wrapped themselves around Nico.

“Don’t lie to a liar, darling,” Janus crooned as he snuggled himself into Nico’s chest. Thomas rolled his eyes fondly, and with his lingering guilt about Amazon aside, the three of them settled in to watch Good Omens.

Thomas and Nico were on a walk in a park nearby Thomas’s place, holding hands and swinging them idly between them every once and a while. Every now and then Nico would catch Thomas giving him an incredibly sappy look- but really, Nico couldn’t blame him. After all, he was sure his own expression was as equally lovestruck.

“So, have I met all of your sides yet?” Nico asked, the question meant to be casual, but he was surprised when Thomas’s face twisted with concern and mild guilt.

“Well… you’ve met all the ones I’ve met. There’s still other parts of me that I have yet to confront,” Thomas said with a sigh.

“That’s okay! Learning about yourself is an ongoing process! And to put you at ease, there isn’t a part of you that I’ve met that I don’t love,” Nico said with an unabashedly adoring smile. This admission halted Thomas in his tracks, and he looked to Nico with wide eyes.

“Really?” he asked softly.

“Really,” Nico murmured, pulling Thomas into a kiss. Thomas made an elated sound against his mouth, holding Nico close as they kissed. When the kiss broke, he didn’t go very far, leaning his forehead against Nico’s.

“I love you too, you know,” Thomas said sheepishly.

“I know,” Nico replied with a grin, then gave Thomas another quick kiss before pulling away. He grabbed Thomas’s hand again, and the two of them continued their walk, hopelessly in love with every single part of the other.

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The Stowaway’s Heart - Chapter 11

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Description: Virgil is rescued by selkies after being abandoned at sea and brought back to their pod to recover. Virgil’s poor, gay heart may just explode from how attractive they all are.

Word Count: 4801

Chapter Warnings: Flirting, Romantic contact, Illness/Injury, Anxiety, Low Self-Esteem, Mentions of past abuse/neglect, Mentions of slavery/human trafficking (Let me know if you'd like me to add anything!)

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“Reeee—Stop!”

Patton’s shriek echoed off the cave walls as his hands wrapped tighter around Remus neck, bouncing on the man’s shoulders as they bolted down the hallway.

“Can't!” Remus’ dramatic shout echoed against the cave walls as he sway back and forth, slowing his pace. “Mind control monster’s got me good!”

“No, it doesn’t!” Patton protested, giggling as he buried his head in Remus curls.

“Does too! I'm fading aw—ach—” Remus sucked in a breath as he dropped to his knees. He leaned back, grinning as Patton squeaked and gripped him tighter. “The curse—I'm falling asleep—”

With a loud, mock snore, Remus twisted his torso to fall on his back. His limbs stretched, sprawling over Patton with a dramatic groan.

“–get off me.”

Patton wheezed, turning red with laughter as Remus’ tongue lolled out of his mouth in a feigned collapse.

“Can't. I'm dead asleep.”

“You can't be asleep.” Patton giggled, pushing at Remus’ shoulder. “You’re talking!”

“Nah—I talk in my sleep.” Remus rolled his head to look down the tunnel. “Lolo, quick. Tell him.”

Trying to hide a smile, Logan stepped out of the tunnel behind them and moved forward to kneel beside Remus, eyeing his soulmate up and down. He hummed as if contemplating his verdict before tipping his head to Patton.

“What Remus says is true. I can testify that his habit of talking in his sleep dates back quite a few years.” Logan deadpanned, keeping a surprisingly steady tone at Patton’s cartoonish attempts to get out from underneath Remus' torso. “Unfortunately, moving him in this state is a near impossible feat. I suppose you will just have to stay there until he wakes up, Patton.”

“No—” Patton huffed, throwing his head back and reaching his hands into the air. “—Help me, Vee!”

A smile curled at the corner of Virgil’s lip as he leaned into peer over Logan’s shoulder. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Pull me out!” Patton squeaked holding up his arms.

Virgil shook his head as Logan turned up to him with a coy smile. A subtle curiosity flashed in his soulmates’ grins as their attention turned toward him.

“I—”

“Like I'll let you take my comfy pillow!”

Remus grin widened as he stretched his arms out, draping his arm over Patton as the kid let out a wheezy laugh as his squirming intensified.

“Veeeeeeeeee—Help!”

“Coming!”

Virgil yelped as he jumped into action. Nimbly, he swung around Logan’s shoulder, dipping down to grab Patton’s arms.

“Noooo!” Remus feigned dismay, grasping at Patton as Virgil slipped him away. He let out a dramatic sigh, rolling onto his stomach to stare up at Patton. “The betrayal—Left to rot alone—”

The volume of Patton’s giggle peaked as Virgil set him down. Despite the kid's recent entrapment, his feet had barely touched the ground before he was rushing to Remus’ side once again.

“Get up!”

“I can't. I’ve been left for dead.” Remus sighed dramatically, going limp as Patton pulled at his arm. “Left me to become bones—”

“No, you have to come—”

“Bones—” Remus groaned as he rolled onto his back. He wheezed out a drawn out breath. “Tell Roman—Tell him Lolo gets all my shit. He gets nothing.”

Logan smiled coyly, offering Remus a hand as he shook his head with feigned disapproval. “That seems awfully short-sighted, considering you have more than one partner now.”

“I wasn’t finished, Lolo.” Remus grin widened, unabashed as he let Logan take his hand. “I want you to make sure Vee keeps anything he finds that makes him blush.”

Virgil stared as Remus winked at him, fighting the heat rising in his cheeks. His heart thumped in his chest as he avoided Remus' teasing grin. Quickly, he dropped down to catch Patton’s waist. He swung the kid over his shoulder, continuing down the tunnel at a brisk pace.

“He's right. Remus is a goner. Say goodb—”

“Veeeeeeeeee! Stop—”

Virgil smiled at Patton’s giggling protests. “Nope, we have to leave him. It's what he would have wanted.”

“Hey, no! Don’t go!” Remus called after them as he leapt to his feet. He spun on his heels, catching Logan’s hand as he bolted after Virgil.

“No!” Virgil muttered, picking up his pace as he carried a giggling Patton deeper into the tunnels. “You chose this fate.”

“Listen, if I'd known you were so eager to see my collection, I would’ve showed you sooner—”

“Stop!” Virgil interrupted, flustered as the red on his cheeks deepened. “Whatever you’re going to say, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Well, duh,” Remus grinned, sharing a teasing glance with Logan as they chased him. “but the game’s more fun when you turn that special shade of red.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile at the way the fun Patton was having listening to them tease each other. He grinned as he duck his head to bolt down the next hall, determined to reach Roman and Janus before the others caught up with him.

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“Can you hear me, Jan?”

Two gentle taps on his arm reassured Roman that his soulmate was still in his head, even if he wasn’t able to speak. Roman let out a sympathetic sigh as he ran a hand through Janus’ hair. The man’s heart raced against his fingertips as they drifted over his soulmate’s temple, sending a familiar chill of worry across his body as he held Janus close.

Roman always wished he could do more. Nights like these always reminded him of Janus’ first weeks among them. His injuries had been fresh and the new selkie was unfamiliar with being treated with care after years of isolation and neglect from his own family.

Janus has been nonverbal for weeks. The days had dragged on as Roman tried to ease Janus’ discomfort with little success. Back then, every effort he made only seemed to hurt his soulmate more, but the tests of time has eased their mutual guilt.

Years of practice had taught Roman how to interact with Janus during his prophecies without antagonizing his fears and Janus had learned to trust Roman to anchor him with gentle touches and whispers. The journey had been long but seeing Janus grow more comfortable with accepting his affection had made every bit of his effort worth the time.

Roman smiled and sighed as a deep sense of adoration swept over him and his hand trailed down the gilded scars of Janus’ face. Finding out Janus was his soulmate had been a blessing in more ways than one. After days of trial and error at guessing Janus' needs, Janus had allowed him to properly dress his wounds. A simple action, but the second Roman’s hand had brushed Janus', and their psychic connection opened for the first time. He finally had an insight into the emotions of the man they had rescued. A more colorful and connected world dazzled Roman’s vision as he saw the world through Janus’ eye and he was never the same again.

“Jan, can you show me what I need to know?”

Janus’ eyes fluttered open, his distant gaze not responding to Roman’s voice as his grip tightened on Roman’s clothes. Roman could feel Janus weakness in his sweaty palms, and not for the first time, Roman was grateful they were tucked neatly away from everyone else in the bed in Janus’ room.

“It’s okay if you can’t speak, Jan.” Roman whispered with a smile, knowing that even if Janus didn’t see his face or process the words, he could at least feel the sincerity in Roman’s words. “Don’t strain yourself.”

Janus raspy cough broke the uneasy silence, drawing a concerned breath from Roman.

“Please relax, Roman. I’m fine.”

Roman let out a relieved breath as Janus spoke, knowing his soulmate had grounded himself at least for a moment. “I’ll never be relaxed when you’re struggling, Jan.”

Janus’ lips twisted into a wry smile. The weariness in his golden eyes stood out against his pallid skin as he eyed Roman coyly. “I thought you’d gotten used to my fits.”

“I learned to cope with my own feelings.” Roman whispered breathlessly. “That doesn’t mean I’m anymore at ease with what you have to endure.”

“Just another wonderful aspect of my cursed life—”

“Your existence is not a curse, Janus.” Roman interrupted, gently redirecting Janus' self-antagonizing thoughts. “It’s a miracle.”

Janus’ eyes clenched shut as a shudder racked his body. Shivers crept across his skin as a bead of sweat dropped down his temple.

“My stomach would tend to disagree.”

Roman chuckled as Janus’ eyes flitted up to him briefly before his relaxed into his shoulder. “Your words carry less venom with every passing day, Jan.”

“No venom.” Janus closed his eyes as Roman’s hand teased through his hair. “Never for you, Roman.”

“Good, but I meant venom for yourself.” Roman whispered, pressing a light kiss to Janus’ temple. “I think one day you may even see yourself the way I do—A brilliant, sparkling light in a world of darkness.”

Roman’s whisper trailed away as Janus’ soft, white pelt brushed his chin, leaving him breathless. The sight of his usually bristly soulmate curled into his side never failed to bring a pleasant sense of wonder to Roman’s day, making him all too reluctant to return to the matter at hand.

“Starlight of my sky,” Roman’s voice resonated deep in his chest as his connection with Janus deepened. “Please, tell me what you see.”

Janus’ body stiffened against Roman’s chest as he stared into the distance. “I can’t—”

“Don’t strain yourself, Jan.” Roman started, sitting up as he held Janus’ hand. “I know you—”

“Virgil.”

Roman stared blankly down at Janus as his eyes suddenly narrowed. “What are y—”

“Everything changes. I need to speak to Virgil.” Janus’ deep voice growled, sounding nothing like himself. “Nothing stays the same.”

“Virgil?” Roman blinked, processing Janus’ words. “What’s he got to do with—"

His words trailed off as he heard a shouting in the distance. Remus laughter echoed against the walls as the sound of stomping approached.

“Oh, no.”

Roman cringed, casting a worried glance at Janus. His soulmate’s eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched shut with overstimulation.

“Hold on, Jan. I'll go talk to them.”

His heart twisted as Janus' grip tightened on his arm, reluctant to let him go.

“It'll be just a moment—”

“Remus—”

Logan’s voice interrupted the loud sounds of laughter and stomping in the hallway. Roman could hear the sounds of soft discussion in the hallway. He relaxed back as the quiet sounds dragged out, allowing Janus to curl against his chest once again.

Not for the first time, Roman was grateful his brother had found a soulmate who helped him connect with his empathy. He couldn't blame Remus for not being able to recognize how his boisterous actions impacted others. Roman knew it wasn’t his fault. Remus couldn’t always foresee how others more sensitive than him may react, but having Logan help Remus recognize those moments often smoothed stressful situations before they even began.

The room quieted as Roman stilled, running a hand through Janus' hair as they waited for the others to enter. His heart slowed as Janus shivered against him and he focused his attention entirely on his soulmate until the sound of metal creaking finally drew his attention back up to the door.

“Roman?”

“Come in.”

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Virgil trailed closely behind Remus as they turned the corner into Janus' quarters. He'd shifted Patton from his shoulder to his arm when Logan had warned them that Janus may be in a sensitive state, but he still wasn't sure what to expect as they stepped into the room.

His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness, locked on the single gas lamp as he took in the dark, wooden furniture being illuminated by the soft, amber light. Janus’ room was much simpler than he was expecting. He’d imagined Janus would share a similar taste for the expensive décor that Logan enjoyed, but instead the space was very minimal. Every sleek surface was wiped clean, empty of any extraneous décor except the crystals, herbs and talismans carefully lined up on a few of the shining surfaces.

Virgil had seen it all before. Every self-proclaimed mystic and oracle in the city he came from had displayed their own selection of crystals and charms, but this was different. He could feel power radiating off the collection of objects and he knew that this was more than some con-artist peddling shiny rocks. The air itself hummed with a staggering, powerful energy. Virgil’s mind felt clearer and his body lighter as he took in his surroundings, almost oblivious to Roman and Janus huddled on the bed.

“Roman?”

Virgil turned his head back as Logan spoke.

“Come in.”

Logan paused as he glanced between Janus and Roman, contemplating his next words. “Janus, are you—”

“He's not up to talking right now, Lo.”

Logan paused, turning almost sheepishly towards Roman. “Thank you, Roman. I was unsure how to pose that question without seeming insensitive.”

“You’re fine. This isn’t Janus first prophecy,” Roman assured him, watching closely for any indication of disagreement from Janus before looking up to Logan. “but it’s rare for his predictions to bring us all together like this.”

“Indeed.”

Reluctantly, Virgil pulled his attention from the shelf of dazzling talismans to see Logan knelt in front of Janus. His sense of awe quickly faded as he caught sight of the usually calm and collected selkie shivering next to Roman. His skin had paled to the color of his white pelt and he seemed to almost disappear into Roman’s side.

“Do you know anything about what brought this particular episode on?”

“Well, I’m sure Remus has informed you of our guests in the harbor.” Roman paused as his gaze narrowed. “Unfortunately, that’s all we know. Janus hasn't been able to communicate much else about the current situation except—”

Virgil’s heart sunk in his chest as Roman’s gaze turned to him.

“—Except that this has something to do with Virgil.”

A lump rose in Virgil’s throat as Logan’s eyes turned back to him with a quizzical look on his face. Guilt immediately sunk in Virgil’s stomach at the silence that followed and all eyes turned to him. He chewed his lip, looking away as he tried to find his words.

“I'm sorry. I should have known this would happen—”

“Do not apologize, dearest.” Logan interrupted, raising a hand to invite him forward. “Janus' intuition often plays out in ways we cannot predict. We do not know what he is referencing.”

“Lo, it has to be—”

“Come here, Virgil.” Logan stopped him, voice calm as he coaxed Virgil forward.

Virgil let out a sigh, lowering Patton to the ground before moving forward to take Logan’s hand. He could feel himself shaking as Roman's eyes followed him, but the simple pressure of Logan guiding him made him feel grounded.

“Even if this is related to your past, this is not your fault.” Logan reassured him. “We all accepted to share your burdens when we invited you into our home."

“Not all of you, Lo.” Virgil’s grip tightened on Logan’s hand as he dipped his head away from the stoic look on Roman’s face. “Not when I kept secrets from some of you.”

“Listen—"

“Stop, Logan.”

Virgil’s muscles tensed as Roman interrupted Logan. His heart pounded in his chest as he shoved his hands in his pockets, avoiding the others' gaze.

“Virgil, I want to be very clear.” Roman started, softening his voice. “My acceptance of you is not conditional.”

Virgil let out a breath as he cautiously raised his eyes to meet Roman’s stare.

“Not only have I seen enough of Janus’ predictions to know they never play out how we expect,” Roman continued, his voice softening as Virgil shifted his feet uncomfortably. “but I've seen for myself you have no intention of hurting anyone.”

“Doesn’t mean no one will get hurt.” Virgil muttered dryly, though Roman’s words had already dulled the edge of the anxiety burrowing in his stomach.

“Ah—Come on, dark and stormy.” Remus cooed as he leaned into Virgil’s shoulder. “If this is a normal ship, it's not like we gotta go chasing a bad time. Can't nobody get hurt if we stay underground.”

Virgil hesitated, looking back to Remus’ cocky grin and glancing back again to Logan.

“What if they find the caves?”

“Well, for one thing, most ships that hitch up in our harbor aren't here to explore. They just want to shore up for the night and avoid the nasty bits of wildlife waiting for an easy meal on the surface.” Remus cocked his head he wrapped an arm around Virgil. “But even if they decide to get curious, there’s only a few ways into the caves and we've got ‘em pretty well-hidden.”

“But if they find them—”

“If they find the tunnels, then we retreat further into the mountain.” Logan reassured him. “We have hidden places that undetectable by anyone who does not know they’re there.”

“Whatever happens, you’re part of our family now, Virgil." Roman smiled as Virgil looked up at him with exhaustion in his eyes. “We're in this together. I promise.”

A reluctant smile twitched at the corner of Virgil’s lips at the genuineness in Roman’s voice. He let out a grateful breath as Remus squeezed his waist and he relaxed into his soulmates' touch.

“Nothing stays the same.”

Janus' raspy voice broke through the somber moment, drawing their attention to the selkie’s gilded face as he hung off Roman’s shoulder.

Roman frowned, biting his lip as he raised a hand to Janus' cheek. “Jan—"

“A life that is two hangs in the balance.” Janus voice quivered as his eyes chased unseen specters in the room. “He cannot stay.”

Virgil’s stomach turned as Roman turned his attention fully to Janus. He caught the selkie's hand, staring into his vacant eyes as he spoke to Janus calmly.

“Starlight, you’re safe.” Roman whispered. “No matter where your mind is, your body is with me.”

“Roman?” Janus blinked, not making eye contact as his vacant gaze flitted upward.

“That’s right, my dear.” Roman replied softly, staring at Janus with absolute adoration. “Whatever you need to say, we’re here to witness you.”

Janus let out a breath and his movements slowed to a soft focus. Virgil’s heart pounded in his chest as Janus seemed to relax, finding his words.

“A prisoner freed walks a dangerous path between lives.” Janus muttered, staring tiredly at his lap. “The life that is two feels forgotten, but it will never be.”

“Janus?”

“Everything that’s known ends when two is two no longer.”

Roman's movements filled the silence and Janus' voice trailed off. His hand trailed gently through Janus' hair as the man’s rambling slowed.

“I tried to help, Roman,” Janus whispered, his eyes fluttering with exhaustion. “but it wasn’t my place. I took what wasn’t mine. I shouldn’t have.”

“You did perfectly, Jan.” Roman replied with a genuine smile. “We'd be lost without you.”

A quietness fell over them as Janus seemed to relax his head into Roman’s shoulder. The golden scars on his face seemed to shimmer brighter in the dim light as he buried his face in his white pelt.

“I—I can't stay.”

“Virgil, this doesn’t change anything.” Roman replied brusquely, not leaving room for any argument. “You're not going anywhere.”

“Janus said I can't.” Virgil muttered, half to himself as Roman turned up to him. “I—I appreciate everything you have done for me but I won’t let any of you risk your lives protecting me.”

“Don't insult me, Virgil. Do think I would ask Remus or Logan to leave because of Janus’ predictions?” Roman's eyes flitted to Remus and Logan on either side of him. “That courtesy extends to you.”

“If what Janus said is true—"

“If what he said is true, you cannot stay here. He did not say that you need to leave us.”

Virgil’s thoughts stalled at Roman’s words and he looked up at the selkie with a wary frown. “What's the difference?”

“You were never a prisoner here, Virgil. A refugee, perhaps. But never a prisoner.”

Virgil stared blankly back at Roman, unable to bridge the gap in Roman’s statements. His confusion dragged out until Roman let out a sigh and turned to Logan.

“Lo, can you—”

“Yes, Roman. Please focus on caring for Janus.” Logan smiled softly at Roman, rising to his feet as he pulled Virgil back a few steps. “I have to believe it is better that I explain anyway.”

“Lo?”

Logan’s expression softened as Virgil tipped his head up to him, eyes dark with worry. His hand raised slowly to Virgil’s cheek as he gestured for Remus to come closer. Remus returned the nod, gently guiding Patton to join Roman on the bed before turning to face Virgil.

“Virgil, I know that it may not have always have been apparent in our actions but you were never a prisoner here. I agree with Roman that ‘refugee’ is a much more accurate representation of how we’ve seen you in your short time here.” Logan started, smiling as Virgil nodded slowly. “We never intended on to hold you against your will, only give you a safe, isolated place to recover from what had happened to you.”

“I mean—I know that.” Virgil shiver as Logan’s thumb brushed his cheek. “You were keeping the others safe. We've talked about this already.”

“It may not seem like much, but the distinction is important,” Logan stated matter-of-factly. “but it is relevant, because Janus never viewed you as a prisoner either.”

“So?” Virgil furrowed his brow as he stared back at them.

“So, if you’re not the prisoner Jan was talking about—” Remus chimed in, his cheeky grin almost shining in the dim light. “—then who is?”

Virgil blinked back at Remus in disbelief. “You—you think there’s people imprisoned on the ship?”

Logan stared at him, dropping his voice. “As I know you’re aware, certain ships in these waters partake in the unsavory trading of other humans.”

Virgil's heart skipped a beat as realization set into his stomach. “Yeah—I know.”

“Tragically, this is not the first time Janus' predictions indicated such a ship came to rest in our harbor.”

Logan’s eyes flitted to Remus as he finished. The pair share a long, focused look as unspoken words hung in the air between them.

“What?”

“Virgil—”

“We don't tolerate that here.” Remus interrupted, the venom in Remus' words drawing Virgil’s rapt attention. “Anyone bold enough to treat a person like property on our shores draws their last breath here. Lolo and I make sure of it.”

“You kill them?” Virgil shuddered, suddenly breathless at the icy looks in his soulmates’ eyes.

“Our primary concern is always for the victims.” Logan stated firmly, his gaze unwavering. “Giving them the peace of mind that their captors will not pursue them is the least we can offer.”

Virgil let out a breath, his head dropping as he processed the new information. “What happens to the people after—after you free them?”

“Lolo uses a bit of suggestion and hypnosis to wipe their memories and we put them in contact with one of our supply ships to turn tail back to where they came from.”

“That’s all?”

“That is all, dear one.” Logan answered, stiff with emotion as he struggled to keep his voice steady. “We would never dream of hurting such vulnerable people.”

“Alright,” Virgil nodded. Memories of the men who‘d left him for dead only a few, short months ago flashed through his mind, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “I—Yeah, I can get behind seeing those bastards burn, but isn’t it risky? Weren't you just talking about staying hidden?”

“We exercise caution,” Logan started, softening his expression. “but doing nothing and allowing the abuse to continue seems to be the far worse alternative.”

Remus chuckled. “Ro’s heart nearly explodes every time we duck out, but even he can't stomach walking away.”

“You—You rescued people before me?” Virgil whispered as he looked between them.

“Are you surprised?” Remus lips twitched into a smirk as he leaned into Virgil’s shoulder.

“A little.” Virgil admitted, looking to Logan. “Those first few days are hazy, but it seemed like helping me wasn't something you guys usually did.”

Logan’s expression softened. The icy grey color of his eyes was warmed by the glowing amber of the gas lamp as he strengthened his grip on Virgil’s hand.

“The people we helped before were either content to remain with the ship on which they'd arrived or stay on the shores until we were able to put them in contact with one of our allies.” Logan smiled, raising a hand to brush Virgil’s hair out of his eyes. “You were the first human we brought into our home.”

“Oh.”

Virgil’s blush deepened as Remus’ hands curled around his waist. His soulmate’s mustache tickled his cheek as his chin rested in the crook of Virgil’s neck.

“Lolo's always had good taste in the men he's brought home.”

“Shut up.” Virgil dipped his head, smiling reluctantly as Remus squeezed him tighter.

“Make me.”

“Whatever.” Virgil turned his head as if to ignore Remus, though he couldn’t help leaning back into Remus' gentle embrace. His shoulders dropped as he relaxed and looked up at Logan. “What are you going to do now?”

Logan’s eyes flitted to Remus for a moment as if considering Virgil’s words. “We have to help.”

Remus nodded his agreement, suddenly serious. “Not a chance I'm missing an opportunity to turn one of those butchers into some shark's gourmet meal.”

Virgil swallowed his anxiety, barely able to meet Logan’s eyes as he continued. “But—What about what Janus said?”

“We have to trust that Janus' words do not refer to us." Logan stated, raising a hand to Virgil’s cheek. “A normal ship would not be worth exposing ourselves, but this may be a matter of life or death for someone trapped on that boat.”

“What about me?”

Logan’s hand trailed down Virgil’s cheek with a reassuring smile. “If you’re not comfortable with what we’re doing, we can take you to a safe pl—”

“Take him.”

Virgil tipped his head up at the sound of Janus' voice.

“You cannot stay in the tunnel, Virgil.”

Janus voice had shifted. The powerful conviction in his voice was nothing like the quivering prophecies that had fallen from the man's lips.

“Janus—” Roman started, putting a hand on the man’s chest to steady him. “—Are you back with us?”

“Yes.” Janus replied, his thin lips curling into a subtle, adoring smile as he looked back at Roman. Color had returned to his cheeks, making the usually intimidating selkie appear soft in the amber light. “The haze is clearing and I'm returning to myself.”

“Good.”

Janus' gaze lingered on Roman’s smile for a moment before turning his eyes down to Patton curled tightly against his soulmate’s other side. His smile widened into a knowing grin as he stared down at Patton.

“Take Virgil with you.”

Virgil heart skipped a beat as Janus' golden eyes flashed in the dark. He could feel the selkie’s gaze almost burning on his skin.

“You'll need his help.”

Virgil felt himself shiver at the certainty in Janus' words. “But I—”

“You do not have to do anything you do not want to.” Logan interrupted, his hand moving to catch Virgil’s wrist. “This is your choice. Prophecy or not, we won’t force anything on you.”

Virgil swallowed, glancing back at Janus. The selkie had turned his attention from Virgil to take Patton’s hand. He seemed calm and focused, nothing like he'd been a few minutes ago. Janus was certain of what he was saying.

“I'll go.” Virgil muttered quietly, looking back to Logan.

“Are you sure?”

“You trust Janus—and I trust you. Both of you.” Virgil finally managed to squeeze out, eyes flitting up to Remus. “If I can help, I want to go.”

“Oh, goody. It's a date then.” Remus purred in excitement, pulling Virgil closer. “Let’s set these bastards out to sea.”

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