#aro logan

[7amonathursdayinoctober]

Me walking out of the theater after watching Deadpool and Wolverine: That wasn't very aroace lesbian of me

[randomnerd737]

[qpr-cupid]

You Are My Squishies Pt. 1

A Two Shot Based on one of my Imagines:

((part two here))

You don't know what to make of him at first and the feeling was mutual but when you get comfortable enough to be in each other's presence he pop's the question: 'Why haven't you confessed to Wade yet?' After your initial shock you take the time to explain your identity and feelings and he just listens: no arguments, no opinions, just an open ear, as you talked about this vulnerable part of yourself. After you're done, there was a beat of silence before he whispered a respectful "Okay". It was then you felt a shift in your feelings. You still had a squash on Wade, yes, but the focus had changed... ...to Logan. After you had a small crisis about being polyaffectionate, you begin noticing things about him: his jawline, his muscles, his eyes, his reflex of pushing people away, how much he drank... Your nurturing nature kicked in. You'd make him cups of coffee in the morning, give him some extra bacon with his breakfast, put a blanket on him when he passed out on the couch. You even hid his alcohol from him (that was the only thing that ticked him off, but you knew he'd never hurt you on purpose, just glare heatedly and grouch more than usual). The treatment was foreign to Logan; years of self loathing and hatred convinced him that he was a worthless, murderous piece of shit that didn't deserve basic human decency let alone kindness. Admittedly, major progress was made on that front with his adventure with Wade but you were just so...bright and genuine. He found himself thinking about what you had told him, about aromanticism, about how you viewed relationships, about qprs. Most of his life, the only labels he had just been romance, friendship, and sex, but when he recalled the majority of friendships and even lovers, he found he related to what you had described. The type of relationship he wanted to have with you. Stiffening, he shook his head. Did he really just think that? Did he have a... what the fuck was it?... a squash on you? The twinge of revelation sent him into a panic (he couldn't lose you, not like them) and he found himself nursing a bottle of whiskey, quaking silently in the dark, eyes blown wide, ears ringing, and memories flashing by. He didn't know how long he was like this or when you got there but he remembers when you stood in front of him, movements slow and careful as not to startle, voice slightly muffled by the ringing. Gently, you remove the bottle from his grasp, before rubbing circles into the back of his hand and when he's finally able to hear you, you're soothing him. You ask if you can hug him and he nods, the feeling of every nerve scraped raw and slight drunken stupor overpowering the reflex to isolate himself. And so you do. It steals his breath away. Your scent, the warmth of your body seeping into him, the pressure of your hug ...sooths him in a way he can only describe as visceral. He didn't even know of his tears before you dabbed away at them, mouth still lulling him from his episode. Taking a shuddering breath, he looked down at you, your eyes so full of concern and care he nearly breaks down again. You both stay in each other's arms like that for a while before you pull him to his feet, wiping away at the last of his tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, weighing his options. He could do the typical Logan thing and push you away, isolate... Or he could risk becoming attached and let you in.

Feeling something on his cheek, he looked down to see you cupping the side of his face, gaze so full of empathy and patience that the decision practically made itself.

He told you everything, his trauma, his regrets, how he lost his family, his rampage, all of it. You listened on, nodding when you needed to, squeezing his hand comfortingly when he got particularly emotional, and when he was done you wrapped him into an embrace and whispered "I'm so happy you're here."

From then on your dynamic changed rapidly: sure he was still a gruff grump, but you both initiated more casual contact, you joked and smiled with him more, and he drank less.

It was impossible for anyone not to notice...and oh boy did a certain merc with a mouth notice.

(( ...continued in part two ))

[automatonwithautonomy]

i bestow unto ye, beloved blorbo, that most high of honours conceieved by the greatest minds, aromanticism. thou shalt feel little to none romantic attraction from this day forward. peace out.

[the-torchwood-magician]

Might just be my aroace ass but I do not see the romance between Logan and Wade ???

Sexual tension? Definitely possible

Romantic attraction? WHERE

I feel like everyone 'analyzing' their interactions is either looking for things that aren't there or exaggerating or something

Like. I do not see it

I do not understand it.

Do I ship them? Sure why not it's amusing but there's no romance there ???

[secret-critter]

I've been thinking so much about the movie and especially that one shot of Logan in the Honda odyssey grinning while Wade's blood drips onto him.

This shot in particular makes me think...

In my head they're both head over heels for each other but in different ways. Wade is absolutely in love with Logan, in the romantic sense.

Logan on the other hand isn't in love with Wade, he's in love with the violence and the adrenaline. There's something about knowing his opponent can't die. Something about knowing he can go all out and get messy and bloody and not worry about killing someone. Something about Wade fighting back and being just as brutal with him.

Like idk I just think Wade is definitely in love with Logan and while Logan may not be in love with Wade, he's definitely into the dynamic they have, even if he would never admit it.

This post is about aromantic Logan btw

[aromantichc]

Aromantic Character of the Day (10/11/24) is...

Logan Howelett / Wolverine (X-Men) !

Anon headcanons Logan as demiromantic allosexual, queer, and polyamorous !

[666godsperfectidiot]

Wolverine is aromantic because of trauma send tweet

[confused-disaster32]

me when I like a character too much and start self projecting (they're now either trans, queer, autistic or all of the above)

[jjstuff25]

✨school bus graveyard pride hcs✨

bc its the last day of pride month💥💥💥💥💥

and to celebrate the return of sbg after way too long (but its okay :])

ashlyn

uses she/her but is fine with they/them too. and shes bisexual. and aroace, fight me.

aiden

definitely uses it/its, but also he/they. lil feral boi :3. also hes definitely not straight, but he doesnt really put a label on his sexuality (unlabeled) bc hes just silly like that :3

ben

uses mostly he/him but doesn't really mind they/them (small preference for he/him tho). definitely mistaken as straight but NOPE. is as straight as a circle (just very gay-). he's also asexual.

taylor

she/they girlie. also, omnisexual (with a slight preference for women) bc shes silly. and shes also aroace.

tyler

mainly he/him but he also secretly likes when people use they/them for him. and he's demisexual. and asexual, fIGHT ME-

logan

plain and simple, just uses he/him. also, 100% pansexual (and 100% in love with tyler- i mean whaat who said that-).

[stiffyck]

Haven't seen the movie but I've been lurking in the tag since its trending and I feel like people are missing out on the potential of aromantic Logan. Come on. Everything I've seen abojt the movie and the way people talk about it just makes me think of pan Wade who's absolutely in love with Logan vs aro Logan who just wants to beat up Wade or whatever

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Erudite

The ship fics are adorable, however I am also aro as heck and I have a proposition: Aromantic (possibly acespec, idrc whatever you wanna do there that's not the main focus) Logan being absolutely baffled because the other sides are flirting with each other and getting into relationships and flirting with him (not that he picks up on it) and he's just like. What. (long ask, so cut for brevity) - anon

Could you write a fic with aromantic or aro-spec Roman in it? – monkeythefander

*materializes into existence* Hi :D Mayhaps I request some Logince (Logan and Roman) hurt/comfort? Logan has a nightmare and Roman comforts the touch-starved Logan. Logan being a bit overwhelmed by all his emotions. Roman grounding him and giving him all the affection. Maybe some insecure Logan? Random Headcanon: Roman calls Logan "Erudite" as a comforting, loving nickname? Cause Lo is a lil nerd. Do what you will. Have fun :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

THOUGHT THOUGHT THOUGHT!! This has been on my mind for a while Names, as we have learned, are very important to the sides. (this ask is super long so not all of it is here) - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: mild arophobia

Pairings: background virgil/patton/janus/remus

Word Count: 3123

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles. In the middle of the night, the only solace he can find is with someone who might understand.

Logan blinks awake with sweat soaking his sheets and an ache in his muscles.

"That's it, come on, now…"

There's a voice. Someone is speaking to him. Is it in his head? No, he would not have used such a phrase for himself at this moment.

"Stay with me, come on, I'm right here, wake up, L."

'L.' Ah. Virgil. Logan blinks again, stirring and wincing at the tug in his limbs as a blurry face swims into view. Virgil smiles at him—at least, he presumes he does, it is difficult to tell without his glasses—and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, there, buddy. You doing okay?"

"Virgil?" He swallows through his dry throat and tries again. "Virgil?"

"Yeah, buddy, it's me. You were having a nightmare, do you remember?"

His brow furrows as he tries to recall it. No images come to mind—though perhaps that is for the better—but the ache in his limbs coalesces into a strange and heavy soreness that isn't reminiscent of any sort of muscle pain. On instinct, his hand moves toward its center to try and figure out what's going on, but his fingers only scrabble uselessly against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"Hey, hey, uh-uh," Virgil interrupts, taking gentle hold of his wrist and pulling it away, "stay here. You with me?"

"I'm with you. I don't—I don't remember my nightmare, but my chest—my chest hurts."

"You think it's from hyperventilating?"

He shakes his head. "Not that kind of hurt."

Virgil nods, the mattress creaking slightly as he leans back to give Logan his space. "You wanna talk about it at all? You need to be grounded?"

"Can—?" His throat dries up again mid-question. "Can I have some water?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I'll be right back."

The mattress squeaks again as Virgil's weight leaves it, the light to the bathroom and the sound of the sink following shortly. Logan drifts in the strange fuzzy half-dark of his room for several moments more before Virgil reappears with a glass of water. He sits up, carefully, and drinks about half of it.

"Thank you."

"Sure thing, bud. You need me to stay for a little longer?"

The soreness hasn't receded, but the prospect of letting Virgil stay makes it…worse. His fingers twist into the blankets. Virgil waits patiently until he sighs and his shoulders drop. "Can you see if Roman's awake, please?"

Surprise flickers across Virgil's expression, but he nods and stands. "If I can, I'll send him up. If not, do you want me to come back?"

"Just to say you couldn't find him, or he isn't awake. You don't have to stay."

"I don't mind," he says softly, but Logan shakes his head. "Okay. I'll see what I can do."

Virgil sinks out and Logan lets out a breath he hadn't been sure he was holding, putting the glass on his nightstand before his hands can shake too much to spill it. He rubs his chest. The soreness hasn't abated, but the lancing pain atop it has. Despite knowing how ill-advised it is, he finds himself once again trying to remember his nightmare. His fingers worry the creases in his shirt.

A knock on the door startles him out of his thoughts.

"Logan? It's Roman, Virgil said you were looking for me?"

"Come in."

Roman opens the door and glances around, spotting him in the bed and smiling. He looks…far too awake for the middle of the night, but at least he's dressed down in a T-shirt and sweatpants.

"Hi, Specs," he says quietly, shutting the door behind him, "what can I do for you?"

"I—"

Roman's brow furrows when he cuts himself off, taking a small step away from the door. "Can I come over?"

Logan nods and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, still a respectful distance away, but close enough to lay a hand encouragingly on Logan's blanket-covered knee. Even through the fabric, the touch grows warm in a rush. Roman's hands are callused, he realizes, from years of swordfights and writing alike. His thumb makes little strokes back and forth, filling the room with the sound of fabric rustling.

"Logan?" Roman smiles when he looks up. "I think I lost you for a moment there."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, I'm pretty sure it's my fault." He indicates his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Okay, then." He pats his knee. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you, but I can't imagine midnight socializing works its way onto The Schedule, so—"

Logan snorts.

"—if you wouldn't mind telling me a little bit about what's going on in your head right now?"

"I had a nightmare."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Virgil was here, he…he woke me up. He got me water." Roman nods. "He…asked if I wanted to talk about it."

"And did you?" Roman prompts when he doesn't finish. "Is that when you asked him to get me?"

"Yes."

"Do you…want to talk about it with me?"

His mouth hardens into a thin little line.

"You don't have to," he continues, softer now, "I can just babble on and distract you until you get bored enough to fall back to sleep."

"That's not—" he touches his shirt again— "my chest hurts."

Roman blinks. "Okay. Um, do you want me to have a look at it?"

"…can you?"

"Of course, Specs, can I come a little closer?" Logan nods and Roman scoots up the bed. He briefly mourns the loss of the hand on his knee only for his breath to stutter when Roman's warm hand comes to rest gently on his chest. "Is this alright?"

He nods, not trusting his voice. Roman carefully rubs his hand back and forth, back and forth, in small circles, then bigger circles, then side to side, then down his sternum. A small furrow appears between his brows as he goes. When he's finished, he lays his hand right over Logan's heart and closes his eyes.

A few moments later, he opens them again.

"I can't feel anything wrong," he says, looking up at him, "but it does…I can feel something a little sore. Is that what it is?"

"Yes."

"Do you think it's just from the nightmare?"

"I don't even remember what the nightmare was."

"Okay, that's okay." His fingers tap lightly against his chest. "Is—can I keep asking questions?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Does it have anything to do with why you sent Virgil to look for me?"

Logan's quiet for a moment. Roman waits patiently, his fingers still drumming lightly against his chest. "I…it didn't feel right."

"Right?"

"To ask Virgil."

"Why not?"

"He's…they're…"

Roman makes a soft oh sound and scoots the slightest bit closer. "Is it because the others are in a relationship now?"

It had been a long time coming, if the others were to be believed. Patton and Virgil and Janus and Remus—the four of them had recently started to explore the dynamics of a polyamorous romantic relationship and it had been going well. The four of them had been…happier than Logan could remember seeing them.

The thought of it is enough to twinge the ache.

"Hey," comes Roman's gentle voice, "stay here with me?"

"I'm here, I'm here."

Roman carefully pats his chest. "I'm guessing that was it?"

"…yes."

"Do you want to talk about that?"

Logan's mouth thins again. "It's stupid."

"If it's giving you nightmares, Specs, it's not stupid."

"It's not—" his head snaps up to look at Roman, who meets him with such soft and patient understanding that Logan's hand twitches toward his unconsciously— "do you…think that's what it was?"

"You woke up without being able to remember the nightmare except for this ache in your chest," he says, "you didn't feel comfortable letting Virgil comfort you, and you asked specifically for me."

Logan swallows. "Your logic is impeccable."

"Why, thank you."

"Still, it seems like an inappropriate thing to have a nightmare about." He shifts to ease a cramp in his leg. "The people that matter to me have gotten together and are happy about it. How is that supposed to give me a nightmare?"

Roman doesn't say anything, just looking at him expectantly. He sighs.

"I don't know, Roman."

"Do you want to try and figure it out, or do you want me to distract you from it until you can fall back asleep?"

"It'll frustrate me if I don't know why."

"Then let's figure it out."

"But that's hard," Logan mumbles, mostly under his breath. Roman chuckles and strokes his thumb across a wrinkle in his shirt.

"You like hard problems."

"Not when they keep me from sleeping."

"Come on, then, Braniac," Roman encourages, "let's get you thinking."

Logan sighs again, leaning back against the headboard. Roman goes to lift his hand from his chest but without thinking about it, he covers the hand, keeping it there. Roman makes a surprised noise.

"Sorry."

"No, no, it's alright." His hand shifts to get comfortable. "Can I ask why—would it be helpful if I asked you questions to help you think, or do you want to do it on your own?"

"You can ask."

"Thank you. Can I ask why you felt more comfortable asking for help from me than from Virgil?"

"We went over that."

"Say it again for those of us in class that aren't as clever as you."

Logan frowns slightly—Roman is clever. "Virgil has recently entered into a relationship."

"So?"

Logan turns to look at him. "What do you mean, 'so?'"

"What does that have to do with Virgil comforting you?"

"I'm not part of the relationship." Roman gestures for him to keep going. "That should—I'm not one of the people Virgil loves. Yes, yes, I know," he interrupts before Roman can say anything, "Virgil might love me, but he's not in love with me—he does not feel romantic love for me."

"I'm going to keep asking you why this matters, Logan."

"He's not—shouldn't he be doing that for his partners?" Irritation bleeds into his words. "Isn't that how that works?"

"How what works?"

"Romance," Logan spits, only belatedly realizing that Romance is Roman's thing, "as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with someone, they become your one and only priority, or whatever, they're who you're supposed to comfort, to seek comfort from, it doesn't matter what other relationships you might have, or might have worked on for years, as soon as someone gets the label of romantic partner, everything else might as well not exist."

Only after he's finished speaking and he sees Roman's expression does he realize what he's just said.

"…oh."

"You're worried the others won't think about you as much anymore," Roman summarizes with devastating softness, "and that they won't see their time with you or their relationship with you as important, is that right?"

Logan nods, shame bubbling into tears that Roman wipes away with a gentle noise.

"Does it scare you?" He nods again. "Oh, Logan…it's okay, can I hug you?"

Logan barely has time to nod again before Roman's sliding up and wrapping his arms around him and oh, Roman is big and soft and warm and his brain isn't coming up with good words anymore and he doesn't care because Roman's still hugging him and the ache in his chest is glowing and he's all warm and it almost burns and it—and—and—and—

"Shh, shh, Logan," he hears from a great distance, "it's okay. I'm right here, okay? I'm right here."

He decides he's not going to think about anything else. Nothing that isn't the fingers running lightly up and down his back. Nothing that isn't being rocked against a strong chest. Nothing that isn't the soothing murmur of words in his ear.

"I've got you, Logan. It's gonna be okay. I'm not going anywhere."

When he next surfaces out of swimming in the sensation of warm soft comfort Roman safe, he realizes Roman's moved them. He's leaning up against the headboard, Logan balanced halfway across his lap. He looks up from where his head is pillowed against Roman's shoulder. Roman smiles.

"Hey," he calls, running his fingers through his hair, "you feel any better."

"Mhm."

"That's good." He returns to scratching lightly between his shoulders. "If it's any consolation at all, I'm sure the others wouldn't be upset at getting able to comfort you at all. I think they'd miss it, actually, and start passive-aggressively fighting for the chance to do it again."

"That's kind of you."

"I'm serious! Mark my words, they'll be squabbling for the chance before you know it."

Despite himself, he laughs at the mental image of it. Roman's chest rumbles with a laugh of his own. "I don't think I would mind so much," he mumbles, tongue loosened by Roman's warmth, "if I didn't know it wasn't for me."

"If what wasn't for you?"

"That sort of thing." When Roman still looks confused, he sighs. "Romance…all of that. That sort of thing."

"What do you mean, romance isn't for you? Not that it's a problem," he says quickly, "that's your decision and you're welcome to make it, I'm just…curious."

"I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Me too."

"I just mean that—" he stops and looks up. "You're what?"

"I'm aro too, Logan," Roman says, smiling softly and running a finger down his cheek. "What's that look for?"

"You're—you—but you're Romance."

"And Janus is perfectly capable of honesty even though he's Deceit. Just because that's what I represent to Thomas doesn't mean I have to experience romantic attraction." Roman shrugs. "It's not like I'm against it, or for it, it's just…well, like you said. It's not for me."

"But—but—" Logan's still trying to make sense of this image— "but you flirt with the others all the time."

"It's fun."

"It's not fun, it's confusing. I get accused of flirting all the time and I don't even know what I'm doing that counts as flirting."

"Well, they're probably guessing that the way they flirt with you is how you'd flirt back at them."

"But that doesn't—"

He stops again. He furrows his brow. He bolts upright to stare hard at Roman.

"What do you mean, how they flirt with me? They don't flirt with me!"

"Yes, they do," Roman says patiently, "believe me, the only reason I know that is because I walk in on them scheming on how to flirt with you."

"They—you what?"

"Look, just because I'm Thomas's Romance doesn't mean I understand all of it myself."

"Why is this so complicated and confusing," he grumbles, letting Roman chuckle and coax him back into a hug, "why can't everyone just make sense?"

"I don't think they'd be themselves if they made sense 100% of the time."

Logan begrudgingly grumbles an acquiescence, but he doesn't have to like it. Judging by the way Roman laughs again and ruffles his hair, he won't hold it against him.

"You look better," he observes softly, smiling, "do you think you might be able to fall back asleep?"

He toys with the edge of Roman's shirt. Most of the ache is gone, but there's something still lingering that he can't quite figure out how to dissipate. "I don't—alright, this next part is going to sound stupid."

"Great. I love stupid-sounding things."

"They have…they're going to have secrets now. And I…I don't…" He sighs. "Do you remember when Patton told Thomas my name?"

Roman nods. Logan rubs the hem of his shirt between his fingers. After a moment, Roman hums. "They shared something private of yours, and now you don't know how to feel that they know everything about you and you won't be able to reciprocate?"

"When did you get so perceptive?"

Roman just chuckles. "I am sorry about the name thing, I don't—"

"It's fine. It was going to happen at some point."

"Still, Logan, you should've gotten to do that on your terms." Roman drums his fingers against the small of his back. "What if…what if we did it over?"

"Did what over?"

"What if you had a name—or something, that was just a private one? And then you could keep it, it could be your secret, and you could decide how you want to tell them about it, if you ever do?"

Heat begins to color his cheeks. "Like—like a pet name?"

Roman looks down. "If you wanted?"

"Okay."

"If you're not comfortable—"

"If it's you," Logan butts in, "only if it's you."

Roman pauses, looking at him, before a soft smile spreads across his face. "Okay. I'm okay with that. Do you have anything in mind?"

"You're Creativity," Logan mumbles, trying to hide his blush in Roman's stomach, "you think of one."

Roman tugs lightly on his hair in retribution but settles, humming as his fingers card along his scalp. Logan finds himself drifting off under the gentle touch, roused here and there by Roman trying out different names. Starlight is too close to his nickname for Virgil, all the generic ones are taken because the others might use them, anything to do with Logic is too impersonal…

"Erudite."

Logan stirs. He looks up. Roman cups his cheek and strokes his thumb across his cheekbone.

"Erudite," he says again, voice gentle and tender, "what about that?"

A lump appears in Logan's throat.

"Is that okay, Erudite?"

He sniffles.

"Oh, it's okay, Erudite, come here…you fall asleep for me now," Roman coos, cuddling a sleepy, weepy Logan to his chest, "shh, Erudite, it's okay…it's okay, let's try and sleep now…"

The ache in his chest fades away as he falls into a dreamless sleep.

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[randomnerd737]

Logan is so aro coded you don't even fucking know

[qpr-cupid]

You Are My Squishies! Pt. 2

Part two of my two shot based on my imagine:

((part one right here))

It was no secret that Wade had his fair share of bad luck; from getting cancer, to turning into a tumor, scar ridden, unkillable raisin, briefly losing the love of his life, to the shit show that was X Force 1.0, among other things he didn't care to recall at the moment.

Yes, the universe often gave him the shaft but in other ways, Wade was also blessed.

Sure he and Vanessa were taking "a break", he was rejected by the Avengers, and he didn't exactly know where his life was going at the moment but he was blessed!

How so? He had family.

People who cared about him despite his flaws (oh boy there were many) and wanted the best for him including... you.

You were a fairly new addition to Wade's eclectic mix but man were you a welcome one. Ever since you came knocking on his door with "hi neighbour" enchiladas, you guys just clicked.

You were a very personality driven person and always looked for the best in someone. You also got used to his face almost scarily fast, complimented and playfully flirted with him even.

Yes, you were significantly more chill and mature than he was, but you knew how to laugh and even dole out some of your own quips.

Even when his mind was doing mental gymnastics at the speed of a ping pong match, you knew how to balance him out and ground him, not to mention your endearing as hell nurturing streak.

You'd always come over every other day with a home cooked meal, left notes of encouragement or something nice on his door, fussed over him if he wasn't taking care of himself emotionally and physically and when Vanessa wanted to take a "break", you were there with him, letting him vent, distracting him, platonically snuggling while he cried, just whatever he needed in the moment.

Eventually you even earned your own set of keys to his apartment and the smile you had on your face when he gave you them rivaled the fucking sun and your lovely antics increased tenfold.

All of it not even counting the best part, you were aromantic.

At first he mourned the fantasy of romancing you and becoming a throuple (he was poly, you were immaculate, and Vanessa was open and knew, screw the haters) but it was a part of you he quickly learned to love.

It was freeing, to not have to worry about romantic implications and just be with someone (it didn't make you any less sexy though).

Yes, you were his Bestest Bud™.

Then he brought home Logan.

You were walking on eggshells around him for a bit, trying to gauge his personality probably. That was fine, Wade encouraged you both to get along even.

Then one day, something changed, as shift in the force if you will.

It began with the small things: a sticky note on both his and Logan's doors, an extra portion on the grump's plate, tucking Logan in when he was passed out on the couch. However, that was just you being you, no biggie, and he was more focused on his relationship with Vanessa at the moment anyways.

Hell, it was kind of funny (and a little sad) watching Logan shvitz and confuzzle because of your treatment.

You even had the guts to hide the man's alcohol.

It continued like that for around two weeks, until suddenly the dynamic shifted again.

You see, you and Logan were starting to get along well.

Really well.

Wade saw it in the quiet conversations you two shared, sitting side by side on the couch, the bits of your laughter and his chuckles mixing after some private punchline Wade wasn't a part of.

He saw it in the way you'd get Logan to step out of his comfort zone, how Logan said you "kept him young", how your eyes lit up when you saw each other.

Wade found himself...hating it.

Of course he knew it was all platonic, it had to be, you were literally aromantic, but it burned to see the both of you so close so soon, doing things without him.

So he got petty.

He'd insert himself into your guys' conversations, dramatically lay himself across both of your laps when you sat together, pestered and flirted with Logan incessantly to point of making him snap, just doing everything in his power to monopolize the attention, negatively and positively.

However the more he annoying he got, the more strain it put on his and Vanessa's relationship, the closer you and Logan got, and...the farther you both drifted away from him.

You'd used to try and spend time with both Wade and Logan equally, but now you talk to him less, your eyes lacked their usual warmth, having been replaced with caution, tired but ready to mediate another fight, while Logan no longer bantered with him, only looking at him with contempt and snapping in actual anger at his quips.

So when Vanessa pulled him aside and told him she was taking another "break" until he figured out what the hell he wanted from you both, he had a meltdown.

An ugly, emotional meltdown.

He stormed into his apartment looking for a fight when he caught you and Logan making out with your fingers interlaced on the couch.

Instantly a rush of confusionlustenvyshockwantforyouboth crashed over him and it felt like his whole world shattered.

Without warning he snatched you off the couch, making you squeak and Logan shout, and took you to his room. Locking his door, he placed you on his bed as you looked up at him confused. He could hear Logan breaking down the door but he didn't care.

Crawling into bed, he held you chest to chest, wrapping you both up in a nest of blankets, and snuggled into the crook of your neck and...began bawling.

You blinked in surprise just as Logan managed to break down the door, ready to drag Wade off of you when you held up a hand to signal you were okay.

Wrapping Wade in a gentle embrace, you shushed him, letting his emotions run their course for solid ten minutes.

When he was reduced to hiccups, you spoke.

"Wade," You whispered, "What's going on?"

Wade's answer was muffled, still snuggling into the crook of your neck.

"For fuck's sake Wade," Logan growled, "Stop acting like a five-year-old brat and answer the damn question!"

Repositioning his chin to rest on your shoulder, Wade spoke.

"I thought you didn't like mouth kisses." He warbled, making you freeze.

"...What?"

"Or holding hands... I thought that was too romantic coded."

Letting his words sink in, you let out a tired laugh, hugging him close.

"Wade Wilson," You sighed, "I've been squashing on you since I met you."

"You've been what now?"

"They mean they're queerplatonically and sexually attracted to you, idiot." Logan grunted, expression soften a tad when Wade looked at him confused, "Yeah, it took me a while to get to figure how I felt about it too, turns out I have more in common with them when it comes to relationships than I thought."

"So you're aromantic too?" Wade asked, balking when Logan nodded.

"AroAllo technically," You spoke up, "But I guess it's my fault too for not being totally explicit with telling you about that part of me."

Wade was quiet for a moment, before looking you in the eyes.

"You...you mean that you weren't just joking around? The whole time? You think I'm sexy?"

"Yes Wade," You laughed, "In the most platonic way possible, I think your sexy...so does Logan."

"Unfortunately." Logan huffed sarcastically.

Wade absorbed the information given to him, before slowly sitting up and gripping the sides of his head.

"OhMYFUCK I"M SUCH A DUMBASS!" Wade yelled, "I should have done some research but no I had to just assume like some premium grade idiot! Not only that but I had to go and be such an immature dickwad to you guys! Why am I like this!?"

"Good grief," Logan huffed, sitting on the end of the bed, "Would it have killed you to just say you were jealous jackass?"

"Sorry Peanut," Wade laughed half-heartedly, "I get catty when I'm jealous...but seriously, I'm sorry for being such a piece of shit you guys, can...can we start again? Can we try whatever 'this' is?"

Locking eyes with Wade, you nodded compassionately.

"Of course, you dope," You smiled, before looking at Logan, "What do you say Bubs?"

Wade snorted at the nickname, earning him a glare to which he quickly apologized.

Logan eyed Wade and for a second the merc was scared he'd say no, when he let out a heavy sigh, pushing Wade down onto his side, spooning him from behind.

"You're lucky, mouth." Logan huffed.

"Holy shit, am I ever." Wade agreed, preening at the people sandwich he found himself in.

"Don't forget, we need to have a talk with Vanessa tomorrow... about us." You whispered.

"I know, I know," Wade hummed, "But that's for tomorrow, but right now it's about kisses and cuddles!"

"...Idiot." Logan muttered before snuggling into the crook of Wade's neck.

You just laughed, soaking up all the warmth and affection of your little cuddle pile.

Yes, you were all blessed.

[oatmealdaydreams]

To Fluster a Prince

And on to the second day.

Pairing: Logince

Trigger/Content Warning: sexual implications, sexual flirting, fake lighters (squirt toy (squirts water))

Description: in the midst of a prank war, Logan surprises Roman with his antics. Roman can’t help but stare in awe of his partner.

Extra: written for Day 2: Revenge of @loginceweek2024! I took a stab at writing some qpp Logince. Aro Roman finding his partner hot, and aspec Logan getting smug because he knows how to fluster his prince. Unedited, will try to edit all of these after the event is over.

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

[read under the cut]

To be fair, he should've seen this coming when he included his partner in a prank war. 

The reason for the prank war is in fact, one hundred percent, Remus. No, it’s not because of Roman or anything, where’d you get that idea? It’s not like he smacked the wrong Side with a feather-and-glue-filled pillow that made feathers stick to their clothing and face. He didn’t accidentally hit Virgil of all people, aiming for his brother who’s been messing with him all week and he was so tired of it and wanted some good-natured revenge. 

No, that didn’t happen at all. It’s Remus’ fault he waited one second more and made the Prince thwack Virgil with feathers and glue. He even cackled as he saw it unfold, so of course it’s his fault. 

Yep, no one else’s, though that fiend may say otherwise if asked. 

Anyway. 

Now, Roman’s being teamed up on by both Virgil and Remus. Remus, because he loves messing with his brother all in the name of fun and comedy; Virgil, because of the glue and feathers all over his favourite hoodie, and now he’s forced to wear his old one that he hasn’t worn in a while. It’s not the black and grey one from before he was accepted. No, that one went ‘missing’ a long time again, and most likely remains buried forever in the deepest part of Virgil’s closet. The one he wears now is a spider-web-themed, stitched-lilac-patches, lighter hoodie. Patton made that one, with some help from Virgil himself, and gifted it as a way of saying he’s family. 

The point is that Virgil teamed with Remus to take revenge in a teams-style prank war. Patton and Janus are nowhere to be seen, trying to avoid getting caught in the mess. Knowing Janus, he’s watching in amusement from the shadows. Which means Roman is a single again a duo. Not fair, by the way. So, what does he do? He recruits the first Side he sees. 

Which is equally a good and horrible idea. 

In retrospect, perhaps having his very attractive partner on his team wasn’t his greatest idea. But also, it’s the best idea because Logan is so strategic and smart that it just works. But Roman’s also prone to Gay Fluster when it comes to his wonderful nerd, which brings him to his current issue as the two teams battle it out. 

Roman sneaks cautiously down the hall, creeping towards the stairs with a small squirt toy in hand. It’s a mini lighter-looking toy that squirts water when you press the button, disguised as the activation bit for the gas in real lighters. He glances around, seeing no Sides around. He hears a creak, but he dismisses it as himself walking and the floorboards under the carpet. He hears another creak-

-only to be hit in the face with slime, a cackling Remus popping out from the corner. 

“Ha! Get slimed, bro-bro,” he snickers as Roman stands there, stunned. 

He cringes for a moment, not pleased with slime all over his pretty face. He shakes himself out of his shock, smirking mischievously as he points his squirt at his brother. Remus sees it, and immediately runs down the stairs as he cackles. Roman chases after him, determined to get revenge on his fellow Creativity. 

“Come back here, gremlin! You’ll pay for all this slime,” he calls after Remus. 

After jetting it down the stairs, he stops in the living room. He can’t see Remus anywhere. He pauses, catching his breath for a moment. His eyes dart around, scanning for any movement. Trained for combat- he’s the Prince, the knight, after all- he holds his stance steady. Waiting for Remus to pop out again. For him to strike, to skitter past him, to take advantage of any pause. There’s a soft tap-tap-tapping of little feet. Roman turns around, but no gremlin rat. He hears the tapping again; this way, that way, making him turn in circles. It’s tense, silent. 

Where, oh where, is that slimy kraken?

Before Roman can react, the tapping gets louder, along with a skitter, and he finally looks up. His eyes widen as he yelps- he doesn’t shriek, he insists- seeing a spider Virgil on the ceiling. Virgil has his arachnid features out: his extra spider legs, his fangs, his extra eyes with the same heterochromatic green and purple like his normal pair of eyes have. With his arms, he holds his sh*t-eating grinning brother, who tries so hard to hold in his snickers that he trembles from the effort. Then, Remus bursts out cackling loudly as he throws another slime balloon towards the Prince. Roman doesn’t have time to dodge it.

Luckily, someone pulls him out of the way and into their arms before it hits. 

Remus makes an audio groan, followed by a muttered ‘party pooper’, as Virgil mutters a ‘dammit, L’. Roman looks to see who saved him, and sure enough, it’s Logan who smiles at him with the Prince in his arms. Roman blushes lightly because his nerd is warm and so close, and good god, when did Logan become so strong? Logan’s smile turns devious, a teasing glint bright in his eyes. 

Roman knows he’s in for it when Logan gets close enough to whisper directly in his ear.

“Are you alright, dear?” he speaks softly, his breath blowing lightly against Roman.

“Uh- yes, yes, I’m alright,” Roman becomes notably redder and stumbles on his words. 

Logan hums, giving them distance as they both stand up straight (ha). Roman almost mourns the loss of warmth and contact, but decides to look away from his partner to will his blush away. 

It doesn’t work. 

He keeps them at a hand’s distance. Not too far, close enough, but not close at all. Logan scans him with his eyes, up and down. The knight just flushes more as his partner looks at him with this certain look. It’s- listen, okay, Logan is hot and attractive and when he examines you with that look, it’d make you weak, too. 

“You seem a little distracted, dear. Are you sure you’re doing okay?” Logan’s voice dips lower. 

Roman cannot speak, Jesus f*cking Christ, that isn’t fair. He knows what he’s doing. That Microsoft Nerd isn’t as oblivious to feelings as he claims he is, and he knows what he’s doing when he talks like- like that. 

Damn nerd, and his damn voice and damn pretty voice. 

“Why so speechless, Roman?” Logan gets closer, but not enough to touch.

He’s so close, and Roman may implode in this very spot. Jesus. He’s being mean, doing all that. 

“Roman.” 

The sudden tone shift makes him look up directly into Logan’s eyes, and his blush travels down his neck to his chest. Oh, he knows that tone of voice. The commanding look in his partner’s eyes. Logan lightly presses his forefinger under the Prince’s chin. 

“You should know to answer questions, dear. I don’t need to make you behave, do I?”

Roman lets out a strangled noise, weak in his knees. They seem to forget about the other two in the room, considering Virgil and Remus are still there. 

Remus is red himself, very much not expecting such a flirtatious tone to come from Logan of all Sides. He feels conflicted- because oh Satan was that, just, hhhh- but that’s also his brother over there and ew. Virgil is very much blushing specks of purple and red, almost losing his grip on Remus because Logan is very distracting, thank you very much. His eyeshadow is a darker purple, shimmering under his many spider eyes. 

“Do- they realize we’re still here, right?” Remus mutters to the spiderling. 

“Uh, no, I don’t think so. No,” Virgil whispers back. 

Virgil accidentally loses his grip on the gremlin, and Remus falls to the ground with a shout and a thud. 

Logan and Roman immediately look over. Roman blushes harder, in embarrassment this time, as he realizes the Others have been here the entire time that took place. 

“Ah, right. Prank war,” Logan comments, blushing a light pink with his own embarrassment. 

“You know what, we can just pause the prank war for now,” Virgil says as he shifts back into his more human form. 

“I thought-”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can always get Roman back later.”

“If you insist, Virgil. Let us know when to continue at a later time.”

“Yeah, yup, will do.”

Virgil helps Remus up from the floor, though difficult because Remus flops as if to annoy the anxious Side. 

“I thought we’d stay because of-”

“Nope! 

Virgil takes Remus’ hand and sinks out quickly, taking him with him. 

“Huh. Well, I believe I asked you a question earlier, dear,” Logan’s voice shifts back into that f*cking tone, and Roman can’t look away when he does that. 

“Um, uh-”

And thus, a vengeful prank war ends as Roman flusters to no end. 

Maybe recruiting his flirtatious partner wasn’t the greatest idea, but oh is this a wonderful distraction.

[the-torchwood-magician]

You know what fuck you

QPRs your deadclaws