#i need more logince

[lala-the-rebel]

Another one cuz i feel like it (from a different section than the last part)

Woe, fic snippet be upon ye

(For vague context, they're eavesdropping on a conversation between Dipper & Mabel)

[analoceits]

do you have any more complicated polycule headcanons for sanders sides? seeing your post filled me with a sense of This Person Is Correct and now I want to pick your brain for more

oh fuck YEAH

post asker is talking abt here

prinxiety used to have a LOT of tension between them. everyone else thought they were OBVIOUSLY crushing and eventually convinced them to date. this lasted a week and went So Horribly it is never spoken of. virgil and roman have resolved to just make out when they feel like it and that deals with the tension.

logan tried to graph out the individual relationships in the polycule exactly Once, because they wanted to explain things to remy. the project kept logan awake for three days and she had to be physically dragged to bed.

moceit are the only two in the polycule to have ever actually been married. mind you, this was all an elaborate scheme by janus to get them married bc he was SO PISSED at patton from their last argument he NEEDED to divorce him. they have tried to get remarried, but logan ABSOLUTELY REFUSES to do all that fucking paperwork again.

logince is the only relationship in the polycule to have never broken up, to everyones BAFFLEMENT bc they get into explosive arguments on the regular. turns out, when they got together, they both agreed that whoever initiates a break-up "loses the relationship" and after everyone found that out it makes Complete Sense.

logan ALSO has their own boyfriend leaderboard, BUT hers is private and she never tells anyone the rankings. they only announce if she has changed the rankings. (janus has figured out that virgil is at the top permanently bc logan NEVER announces a change in rankings after virgil has done something.)

analogical broke up exactly One time. no one remembers why BUT everyone remembers that virgil and logan were both so fully DEVASTATED that everyone worked together to get them to start dating again. janus stopped trying to break up analogical after this.

anxceit dated pre-polycule but took a While to get back together once the polycule started. everyone predicted this would happen, to virgil and janus's annoyance. whenever anxceit did start dating again they both immediately agreed they could NEVER tell anyone else bc they would NEVER hear the end of it. this lasted a week, before they threatened to break up which each other in a public argument.

loceit is not dating, despite the fact they are obviously in love with each other and actively flirting. this is because logan is waiting for janus to confess, and virgil has promised janus he will Literally Kill Him if he gets with logan BEFORE managing to stay with patton for six months straight without a break up to prove that he can be a Mildly Functional Partner. this will never happen.

every single time moceit breaks up, no matter WHAT the reason, no matter HOW AMICABLE, virgil and janus get into a physical fight. after a while everyone realized they both just like the adrenaline rush of fighting and they use the break up as an excuse, so they just leave them to it.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Role Reversal

Roman kept mentioning that he doesn’t like transformations and it kept reminding me of Patton turning into a giant frog and Janus disguising himself as other sides. It would be very cool and epic if you could make some Roman angst based off this concept (no pressure obviously) – anon

The song "I Am in Great Pain, Please Help Me" by Crywank reminds me so much of Roman (specifically, your brand of Roman angst). I was wondering if you had the spoons for it, to write something inspired by it? No pressure to, ofc! – anon

Perhaps something where Roman is comforting Logan and then after Roman leaves, Logan is like, “Wait, shit, I should have been comforting YOU!”. You know the scene in What Makes A Perfect Gift where Logan asks for Roman’s input and Roman looks genuinely surprised? The angst potential for Roman not thinking he’s needed at a BRAINSTORM is so slept on. I know you’ve had a lot of Roman angst asks lately so I understand if you don’t want to do it, but I definitely wanted to ask just in case! – anon

Roman angst disguised as Logan centric. Logan Sherlock fic about him trying to figure out why Thomas’s mental health is so bad. – anon

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Warnings: roman being insecure, logan being insecure

Pairings: logince can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 3143

Logan feels stressed about Thomas's mental health and goes to Roman for help discussing a possible upcoming video, only for Roman to accurately guess that Logan's feeling insecure about his own role in keeping Thomas happy and healthy. Little does Logan know: there's more going on than meets the eye and it isn't until later that he realizes Roman's far more fragile than anyone could've guessed. After that, well, there's really only one course of action.

If Logan had not been paying very, very close attention, there is every possibility that he could have missed it.

He almost did; despite being entirely focused on his goal, he has to admit that it wasn't something he saw as necessarily related, and as such, dismissed initially as not relevant to solving the problem of why Thomas's mental health had been in a steady decline since the wedding. However, upon further reflection, he can conclude that not only was the sudden tightening of Roman's expression related, it was most likely the strongest indicator he's seen since he began.

"Sorry, Specs, I think my hearing cut out of a second there." Roman scratches the back of his head almost sheepishly. "Can you—can you say that one more time?"

"I believe it would be helpful for Thomas for us to do another 'low-key' video, as it were, and for you and I to work together."

"Yes, I heard that part."

"As we want to focus on recapturing some of Thomas's whimsy and zest for life—" here Roman's expression quirks towards amusement— "it would be apt for you to try and recreate some of the dreams Thomas has held onto in the past."

"Right, but not like—"

"Including transforming into those he aspired to be or the roles he aspired to fill," Logan finishes, frowning when there's that momentary tightness in Roman's smile again, "do you concur?"

"I—so I'm all for helping Thomas fall in love with his dreams again, you know, but, um…" He twists his fingers together. "I'm not sure that this is…the best way to do it?"

"You are the embodiment of Thomas's Hopes and Dreams. Who else would be better equipped to help me?"

Roman blinks as if he hadn't been expecting the comment. Which is in and of itself a little odd; Roman typically never passes up the opportunity to remind them of his standing in Thomas's psyche, nor to claim credit for half of the things Thomas does even when it's far more of a group effort. "Right, but I don't see how me turning into various things would be helpful."

"Thomas is a very visual learner. It's been proven in the past via various theater productions and other activities that he thrives in environments where he can immerse himself in what it is he's doing. By having you, his Creativity, directly mimic the dreams he wishes or wished to obtain, we draw a more substantial connection between the Thomas that he is now and the Thomas he aspires to be."

Roman's mouth works. Logan frowns.

"If you have something you want to say, Roman, by all means, speak your mind. This brainstorm won't be nearly as successful if only one of us is contributing."

"Where is this coming from, Logan?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."

"This." Roman gestures back and forth between them. "This sudden need to 'fix' Thomas. You've been pretty clear with the rest of us that you don't think staying 'in his head' would be helpful, not when you're working so hard on your lists that you want him to do."

"Well, it's been pretty clear those aren't working, so—"

"But they have been. You know they have been—we all celebrated when Thomas finally managed to clean his kitchen and you were right, he did feel better afterwards. Your methods were working, are working."

Logan swallows. He did feel very accomplished after the last bowl had been placed in the cupboard, and no one had been happier than he when Thomas not only made himself dinner but cleaned up afterwards, but this was different. "Thomas deserves the drive to go after what he wants as well as doing the maintenance required to sustain his current lifestyle."

Roman nods. "And what sorts of things are those?"

"Roman, I don't understand—"

"Please," he interrupts, holding up his hands, "humor me?"

"You're the one who's Hopes and Dreams," he protests feebly, "you're Creativity. I'm not going to be good at coming up with them."

"Just try. You're better at it than you think."

"O-oh." He blinks. "Thank you, Roman."

"Of course."

"Uh—well, I think Thomas has a passion for filmmaking that he hasn't fully realized in shooting the YouTube videos due to the constraints of the channel."

"Okay."

"He's been enjoying doing the modeling shoots for Instagram as well. And he has a few shows that he wants to catch up on—not a dream, I know, but something he wants to do."

"That's good, Logan. What else?"

"Does he still have the dream of being an actor? On a more professional level?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Well, there you are, then."

Roman nods. "And if we go off of your transformation idea, what—what exactly would I be transforming into?"

He furrows his brow. "Well, you would be—if you were doing—I suppose you—ah. I see your point."

"It's not that there's something Thomas isn't that we need to make him into," Roman says quietly, "we can just remind him of the things that are already inside him that he can chase and pursue."

"…that is a very valid conclusion to have reached."

"He doesn't have to work all the time—I think both you and I know the dangers of letting yourself believe you can," he says with a gentle nudge to Logan's shoulder, "he can give himself time to rest and work on things that he wants to, not things that he has to."

"And I suppose making another video would be counterproductive to this aim, as it requires a level of work that would not be outweighed by the reassurance it might provide."

"I don't know if I would've said it nearly as well as you, but yeah, pretty much."

Logan sighs, closing his notebook with an almost despondent flap. "Then I suppose I have nothing else to work on."

"Good."

He frowns at Roman. "'Good?'"

"Well, now that means you can do the things that you want to do."

"M-me? What on earth are you talking about?"

"Did we not just go over how important it is to not be consumed by work all the time?"

"Well, yes, but—"

"Did we not just talk about how it's necessary to rest and do the things you want to do from time to time?"

"I don't—"

"Did you not just say that you have nothing else to work on right now?"

"I know what you're doing," he says, meaning for it to come out accusatory and missing dreadfully, "it's not going to work."

"Me convincing you to take time for yourself and enjoy spending your time how you want to spend it isn't going to work?" Roman grins, leaning forward onto his elbows, propping his chin on his hands. "Are you sure?"

"Roman," he warns.

"What? It's not like I was the only one who came to this conclusion about Thomas a second ago, you were instrumental in figuring it out, Specs."

"Roman."

"And we all know that you're way smarter than I am, so if you're going to take your own advice—which you should, then—"

"Alright!" Roman laughs as Logan buries his face in his hands, trying not to smile too obviously at the praise or blush from how many compliments Roman's just given him, "you've made your point, you can stop now."

"I think you mean I've just reiterated your point, but that's alright." A warm hand pats his shoulder. "You're doing great, Logan. You don't have to stress out about this right now. Thomas has earned a break and so have you, okay?"

"…I suppose there are a few things I've been waiting to do that could occupy my time."

"There you go!" Roman claps his hands and gets up, affectionately ruffling Logan's hair and dodging his attempts to swat him. "Let me know how it goes, I'd love to hear about whatever you're working on."

Logan aims another swat at his shoulder and misses, watching Roman sink out. He shakes his head, unable to keep the growing smile off his face as he thinks about his own projects. Yes, there are several things he could do, he could work on refining the data for the experiment, he could read that study he's been eyeing for a few days, he could look over the manuscript he's drafting…

It isn't until he gets back to his room with a different notebook open on his desk that he pauses.

Why had Roman been upset at the suggestion of transformation?

They had agreed upon resting and doing what they wanted, letting Thomas do what he wanted. They had agreed that resting was good, pursuing one's own passions was good. What about transformations had rankled Roman so? He hadn't directly addressed it—something virtually unheard of for Roman. Perhaps it had been something to do with the act of transforming itself? But no, Roman had always been among the first to thrill at being someone else, or pretending to be someone else. What had caused such a dramatic shift?

What sorts of transformations had they done recently? There had been the whole thing with Remus—Logan suppresses a shudder as he remembers Remus's song and everything that happened in it—but Roman had been unconscious for most of it. Aside from that, it had been…

Well, Janus had been transforming into them more often than not, but that was him, mostly, not Roman. And Patton had become the giant frog, but that hadn't really affected Roman that much either. No, the last time Roman had been the one transforming, it had been…for…

Logan stands up, eyes still fixed on a point in the distance as his mind races.

Roman hadn't transformed for himself. It had always been at the whim of someone else. Roman was Hopes and Dreams—Thomas's Hopes and Dreams. Roman did things for Thomas. He was Thomas's wants. Despite how often they all called him selfish, he…he didn't really fight for the things that he wanted.

Could he name a single thing that Roman wanted that wasn't something for Thomas?

I think you and I both know the dangers of believing you can work all the time.

There's nothing that Thomas isn't that we need to make him into.

"Oh, Roman," he whispers into the quiet room, "when did you get so good at hiding?"

He doesn't want to know the answer, but his mind is already coming up with a helpful list of every time he can remember where Roman let himself get pushed to the side, overruled, scolded, overlooked, for the sake of someone else. He thinks about the times where Roman had been obviously uncomfortable with what they wanted him to do, and then did it anyway. He thinks about how long it's been since he's actually heard Roman say what he wanted, not what Thomas wanted, not what Patton or Janus or even he wanted.

How long has it been since someone wanted Roman for Roman?

He looks back down at his desk and pulls out a different notebook. He's underestimated Roman. He won't go into this upcoming conversation unprepared.

***

He knocks on Roman's door as softly as he can, waiting for the quiet come in to push it open. Roman looks up from his—

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"Oh, Roman," he murmurs before he can stop himself, crouching next to Roman's slumped figure and carding a hand through his hair, "I'm so sorry."

"N-no, I'm sorry, 'm sorry, I can—" he scrubs a hand harshly across his face— "it's fine. What, um, what do you—"

Another sob interrupts him before he can finish asking if Logan needs anything, which only makes his chest ache all the more. He eases himself down next to Roman's buckled legs and wraps a comforting arm around his shoulders, pulling him close enough to wipe a thumb across his cheek.

"Shh," he says when Roman tries to speak again, "don't stress yourself. I'm not here for anything other than this, little one."

The pet name rolls off his tongue before he can stop it, but at the slightly wounded noise that leaves Roman's lips, he resolves to use them as often as he can. He scratches his nails lightly against his scalp, shushing him again when he tries to stifle another sob.

"I'm here because I realized I'd hurt you earlier," he continues, still speaking gently, "and I did not attempt to comfort you in any way. No, no—don't pull away from me, dear. Shh, don't fret, don't fret, I'm not upset—look at me, Roman, do I look upset?"

Roman's eyes, still filled with tears, roam frantically over his face. Logan keeps his expression as soft and open as he can, letting the concern write itself plainly over the furrow in his brow. After another moment, Roman sniffles and he's already reaching for the tissue box he can see perched haphazardly on the end of the desk. He takes it with a grateful mumble and blows his nose with a honk.

"You were right. You don't need to change to be worth something, or to be fixed. You don't need to become something you're not—oh, darling, hush, now," he says when Roman's eyes grow wide with distress, "I'm not angry, I'm not—oh, you poor thing."

For Roman had begun to sob in earnest, trying in equal parts to pull away from Logan's embrace and push himself near into his chest. Logan slides an arm under his legs and pulls them into his lap, tucking Roman's face into the crook of his neck and kissing the crown of his head. There's a moment where Roman tenses and he fears he might pull away, but then he all but collapses into him and buries his nose in Logan's shirt.

"There you go, little one, shh, it's alright. You can cry, crying is good. You're alright, you're safe, I'm right here." He runs his hand up and down Roman's back. "Shh, shh, that's it…that's it, my dear."

"Sorry—'m so sorry—"

"Shh-shh-shh, no apologies from you, not about this. You're overwhelmed and overworked, it's perfectly alright for you to be emotional right now. You can let it out, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm here to help."

"Help?"

"Mm. You took great pains to comfort me earlier, even when I did not ask, and you," and here he gives Roman a little shake, "have not let anyone comfort you in quite a long time. So yes, I am here to comfort you, to help, and if that means letting you cry in my lap for as long as you need, then that is what I shall do."

"It's so hard," comes the sniffling whisper from under his chin, "I keep—I keep trying to be what they want but they don't know what they want and then it's my fault and I can't—they keep changing and wanting me to change and I can't—"

"Shh, shh…hush, my dear, it's alright. That's right, just let me hold you…"

They spend a great deal of time like that, curled up on the floor. Logan keeps carding his hand through Roman's hair, soothing away the more violent of sobs with gentle touches up and down his back or patting his chest. How long has Roman been holding this in? How long has it been since their prince has let himself fall apart without remorse? And how long has it been since they took pains enough to notice?

He pulls himself from his own thoughts when Roman's head turns, bumping slightly against his chin. He tilts his head to press a kiss to his temple, leaning back just enough to see the blotchy face come into view. Taking another tissue, he carefully dabs up the last of the tears he can see, holding it so Roman can blow his nose again.

"…thanks, Logan."

"Of course, my dear." He raises an eyebrow at the little shudder that goes through him. "No?"

"N-no, yes. Yes. Very much yes. Sorry."

"None of that now, my dear. Do you feel any better?"

"A little bit."

"That's excellent. Shall we sit here for a little longer, or do you want to move somewhere a little more comfortable?"

"C-can we just stay here for a little longer?"

"Of course we can." He runs his thumb over Roman's cheek again. "I am truly sorry it took me so long to figure out what was going on, little one. But I'm here now."

Roman averts his gaze and once again Logan is struck by how different Roman is right now; no longer does he see their fiery prince who so eloquently made him take his own advice mere hours ago, instead he sees a shell of a Side who shies away from a gentle touch like a dog too scared to eat. The comparison alone is enough to coax him to lean forward and kiss his cheek, cuddling him against his chest.

"I'm here now," he repeats, "let me look after you."

"You will?"

"Yes, Roman, I will. I'm right here—" he pulls him a little closer— "I've got you, little one, you're alright."

"I don't know what to do."

"Right now?"

"…anymore."

Logan's heart clenches in his chest and he forces the ache away, running his thumb over his cheek once more. "Well, what do you want to do right now?"

"I want to stay here."

"Then we shall stay here. And when you're ready to figure out what you want to do next," he says, adjusting them until they're both comfortable as can be, "I will be here to help."

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[rattys-prinxiety-countdown]

Frothing at the mouth you guys Logince is so cute omfg I see them and I go

I know this is a prinxiety blog I know BUT IM MENTALLY ILL ABOUT MORE THAN ONE SHIP. LOGICE IS JUST AS GOOD AS PRINXIETY.

Maybe I should work on my Logince fic for awhile. Oh but eugh it needs so much work and it's intimidating me for over a year now.

[halfhissandwich]

What your favorite Sanders Sides episode says about you because I’m binging the series rn and I wanna do this. All of this is a joke, I’m just being silly

My True Identity: Wow look at the fun little identity crisis series! Would be a shame if this goes downhill, right? Yeah, that’s what denial of the inevitable sounds like.

Way Too Adult: I’m willing to bet you’re a fan of the Unsympathetic Patton stuff. Just the vibe I get.

Taking on Anxiety!: I’m so sorry for the atrocities that have occurred in this fandom regarding Virgil. All you wanted was a sassy little emo boy and the fandom made him the embodiment of uwu, I’M SO SORRY-

A New Year of Lying to Myself… In Song!: You just like the song. I feel you, I like the song too.

The Dark Side of Disney!: We meet again, prinxiety shippers. :)

I’m in a Disney show!: Your favorite character is C!Thomas.

The Mind vs. The Heart: I won’t say you’re a logicality shipper… but if they got married, you definitely wouldn’t complain.

Dad’s Big Game Day Tips: … Daddy issues. I’m sorry, it needed to be said.

Alone on Valentines Day: I don’t have a joke here, but I’ll just say that my first thought was “aromantic”, so take that as you will.

Losing My Motivation: Oh my gosh. We get it. Logan is wonderful. That’s the 5th PowerPoint you’ve made today. Please just let me go home.

Q&A: You want an updated one. Me too, buddy, me too.

Am I Original: Going back and rewatching this video after POF makes you cry every single time.

My Negative Thinking: Hey analogical shippers, how are you doing? Still starving? … anyway let’s do some more logicality and prinxiety, shall we? :)

Growing Up: You’re everything that the people who’s favorite episode is “Losing My Motivation” are, but for Patton, and you don’t understand why the fandom thinks he’s kind of problematic.

Making Some Changes: *obnoxious chanting* LAMP LAMP LAMP LAMP LAMP LAMP LAMP LAMP LAM-

Becoming A Cartoon: … I won’t say anything. I won’t crush your dreams. I’ll just observe, smile, nod and just move on.

Accepting Anxiety: I don’t blame you, a lot of work was put into that episode. By the way you know you can ship prinxiety platonically, right? You can like it platonically without liking it romantically, I-I hope you know that-

Fitting In: You’re actively choosing to ignore drama online and I’m impressed with that, also you are aware that it’s messed up to bash Thomas for making a Harry Potter video 6 years ago, IT WAS SIX YEARS AGO AND HE LIKED HARRY POTTER, DON’T YOU DARE CANCEL THOMAS FOR THAT-

Moving On: Sorry, I’d write a joke for this one but I’m too busy crying-

12 Days Of Christmas: holy wow- no thoughts, head empty. You saw the colorful and festive little Christmas special and you actually said “:D” out loud.

Can Lying be Good: THEATER KIDS, ASSEMBLE!

Why do we get out of bed in the morning?: You probably said one thing in support of logince at one point in your entire life and you got chased with pitchforks by the prinxiety shippers and then Roman started bullying Logan, I am so sorry for this fandom’s sins :(

Crofters the musical: You’re basically Roman in this episode. “But look at him now! (Cue Logan chugging jam like a fucking madman) He’s just so COOL!”

Learning New Things About Ourselves: Your motto is “angst doesn’t exist if I can’t see it.”

Embarrassing Phases: I… completely forgot this episode existed. This is your favorite? I’m not judging your taste or anything, but what’s with your taste?

Selfishness v. Selflessness: Your favorite design? Janus. Your favorite personality? Janus. Your favorite ship? A Janus ship. Your favorite side? … Logan.

Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts: Remus’ abandonment issues aren’t canon. But if I say that too loud, then you people might stab me, so nevermind.

Are There Healthy Distractions: Apparently this episode’s plot of Thomas forgiving his previously homophobic friend is an analogy for Thomas forgiving Virgil for having been a dark side. That’s the connection! I missed it too! I thought it was a silly Frozen episode too! IT’S ABOUT VIRGIL!

Putting Others First: … guys, you can stop fighting the moceit vs roceit war, neither of them will ever be canon. ALSO HOLY WOW PATTON IS A FROG AND HE’S RIPPED FOR SOME REASON, WHAT THE FU-

Flirting With Social Anxiety: Your number one headcanon for the season 2 finale is a direct Frozen quote where Patton is like “Thomas you can’t marry a man you just met” and Roman is like “you can if it’s true love! >:0” (also hi again prinxiety shippers!)

Working Through Intrusive Thoughts: You have anger issues and you relate to Logan. Or you’re just happy to see the silly, goofy, demented Duke with fandom-inflicted abandonment issues!

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

So I'm actively watching Supernatural and I can't stop thinking about the boys as hunters.

Roman and Remus are like Sam and Dean, brothers and incredibly stupid for each other. Going to Hell, coming back, punching the Devil in the face because why not. They may not have the best lifestyle but they have each other and really, what else do you need? They handle.. everything. Someone give them a nice hunt. Please.

Virgil got into the life accidentally but fully protected himself as quick as possible. I'm talking tattoos of every protective symbol and phrase that you can think of and he knows plenty of them. He doesn't keep many people close and he has the most run-ins with demons.

Logan didn't believe in monsters at first but he had a Bobby incident happen and lost someone close to him. That's what made him get as practical as he could with his defense and his offense. He deals the most often with ghosts and spirits and he's perfectly comfortable with that.

Patton is the type of hunter where you look at him and think he's completely normal, but then you show up expecting him to be useless and he's the most badass person you've ever met. He's the vampire hunter because of course he ends up being one. He's the cheery "what a nice hunt! Who wants some dinner?" guy. I love him.

Janus tracks down more unusual creatures, got into it because it was a family business. He speaks a whole cacophony of different languages and will not hesitate to start speaking German in the middle of nowhere if he doesn't like the person he's talking to. He

They all as a group culminate in a badass "oh my god stop almost dying" "STOP TRYING TO SUMMON THE DEVIL" "can we have one nice day" "thanks for the tip" group ever. And I don't even think they hunt together. I think they're all in different states, occasionally travelling, and then they call each other for tips. Every once in a while, they send out a "might need help with this one" text and everyone shows up because you can't let a hunter go alone like that.

Dukexiety, Logince, and Moceit are my thoughts here. Remus and Virgil have a weird amount of demon knowledge between the two of them and they use it, Logan and Roman are definitely in love but refuse to admit it and it's "just casual" (it's not), Janus and Patton are basically married.

— 👑

D E V O U R I N G this I fucking L O V E this S O fucking much oml P E A S E!!! I seriously adore all of their roles they D E S E R V E to be a badass team!!! Also I'm cackling at the thought of part of the group being surrounded by supernatural creatures and one of them sends a text to a groupchat and not even 3 seconds later a van pulls up with everyone else XD

[anxiousgaypanicking]

hypno is my top tier favorite kink, so: who's your favorite ship to write hypno for, and what are some of your headcanons about it?

definitely either roceit or loceit!

for roceit - im stealing this from hypenotized - i like janus hypnotizing him to get off on every compliment given to him so he can properly internalize it! that way any bit of praise from the others (whether they know or not) feeds into his torturous arousal, but ultimately its janus at the end of the day who gets to control whether or not roman comes. does janus think romans properly appreciated himself? has he really ruminated on the compliments he was given? and whispers more soft, sweet praises into romans ear until romans so overwhelmed with pleasure he has an untouched orgasm milked out of him (followed of course by a gentle, proper one as appreciation from janus)

for loceit its anything that involves logan humiliating himself. working too hard? thats alright, janus will just make him a messy, empty-headed puppy thats left to drool and pant and bark as he humps januss boots and sucks his fingers. logan neglecting his physical needs? janus hypnotizes him to be constantly thirsty, drinking so much and either not physically being able to enter the bathroom or simply not realizing how full he is until janus points it out, until janus is simply snapping his fingers and logans pissing himself without being able to stop it because his body bends to januss whims

outside of janus ships i think id also enjoy logince (wonder why) where they hypnotize each other to humiliate each other, dumbing them down and making them do embarrassing favors, and letting them remember the next morning how quick they were to fuck themselves on toys and beg the other to touch them or how eager they were to choke on cock until their stomach was full of come

[oatmealdaydreams]

Burning Timber, Grey Fog

Woo boy, it's day four already? Damn. Finally made a taglist! Just a general one for my fics. If ya want to be on it, pls ask.

Pairing: Logince, gen

Trigger/Content Warning: depression, overworking, insecurity

Description: Roman has a horrible creative block due to burnout, and Logan experiences brain fog unlike any other. They decide to take care of each other for a nice day of rest and self-care.

Extra: written for Day 4: Block by Burnout of @loginceweek2024! Inputting a little bit of ‘Logan struggles with depression’ because I say so. Also, making creative burnout literal for Creativity is a must (change my mind, you can’t). Got rushed, sorry folks!

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

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When Roman’s hand sparks, he realizes that it won’t be a productive day. 

When Logan wakes up in figurative fog and struggles with moving much, he knows it’ll be a day of grey. 

When Roman’s hand sparks, he realizes that it won’t be a productive day. 

He has so much to do. He has to reword a few things in this paragraph, finish the draft for another project, rework an entire section of this other one… He’s already late on a lot of these, and Thomas has commitments he agreed to. He can’t just not go because his Creativity is being slow and not doing its job. Roman needs to be creative, he needs to get these things done. He has to. He knows, everyone knows, he has to. 

His ink-stained hands ache and start to burn, but he just pushes on. The feathered pen he writes with is an extension of his arm by now, and it scribbles words onto the pages before him. The words themselves look blurry- he can’t tell if it says want or won’t- and the paper seems to blend in with his desk. He can’t quite remember which project he’s working on right now. Is it the short story? Is it the poetry collection, the one he needs to reframe a little? He’s not sure, but he still needs to write, write, write. What kind of Prince would he be if he let down his family and his centre? He can’t afford to let down the Others, to let down Thomas. He can’t stop. Even if his hands burn now, he can’t stop. 

His hands disagree with him, however, when one sparks and catches the paper on fire. It’s only a small flame, but it breaks Roman from his thoughts. He immediately pulls his hands away, dropping his pen. He tries to blow the fire out. He resorts to dumping some of his water on it- wait, when did he get water- which puts out the fire, but it also wets the thin paper. A corner of the paper is burnt and ashy. Roman sets his forgotten water cup down and stares at his ruined project. He put all that work, all that hard work, into finishing this project and now he has get new paper and rewrite everything, and- and- 

Roman hands spark again as spots of wet drip onto his desk. He realizes a minute late that he’s crying, eyes red-rimmed already. He inhales a shaky breath as he shrinks in his chair. He knows what this means, when his hands spark and he catches things on fire and ruins things. He sniffles as he holds his hands tucked against his chest, still staring at what he did. It hurts, very much so, to see all of the time and energy wasted because of his stupid, stupid hands. He curses under his breath, conceding to the fact that this means it won’t be a productive day for him. At least, not what he considers productive. He’s heard Janus’ lecture before: self-care is productive, it helps your health, you need to rest for a bit and listen to your body and blah, blah, blah. Guilt bubbles up in his gut and to his chest. His chest aches, his heart aches, at the thought of not getting work done.

Lazy, lazy, lazy, he can practically hear his thoughts. 

Roman can’t sit here, he knows. He’ll just try to work more and catch more things on fire, and ruin more things, and he can’t do that ‘cause it doesn’t help. 

Stupid, f*cking burnout. 

And he can’t think if he could still work on projects. His mind feels all jumbled and messy and it’s like… like… well, he can't even think of a simple metaphour. He sighs, sniffling again. He should go find someone. It’s better when he can be distracted with someone. He wants comfort, though he feels so icky to want. 

“It’s okay that I want things,” he mumbles to himself, a reminder the Others often tell him. 

So, before his thoughts can yell at him more, he forces himself out of his chair and out his door. 

~~~ 

When Logan wakes up in figurative fog and struggles with moving much, he knows it’ll be a day of grey. 

He can hardly open his eyes.  He feels icky and gross and sweaty as he lays in bed with sheets this way and that. It takes great effort to just look around and spot his clock. It reads 11pm. He sighs, realizing how late he slept in. Late for him, at least. Logan hears static in his ears, and his mind buzzes slowly and unsure. Every moment he makes to adjust his position or feel around for his glasses makes his body groan in protest like an old machine, unoiled and rusty. Everything feels so grey. It’s like… his brain feels soaked in figurative fog, and it takes a lot to move. It sucks, especially because he’d promised Janus yesterday they’d play chess today. He has work to do, a commitment he can’t just get out of, and he’s just being so lazy.

He tucks his arm back under him when he can’t find his glasses. Frustration shifts into upset and tears prick his eyes. He doesn’t understand why. It’s just his glasses, there’s no reason to be emotional. He whimpers pathetically as it gets worse. He’s going to fail like this. He can’t fail, he’s Logic. Logic can’t fail. That’s not how it works, he can’t fail, Logic can’t fail, he can’t- can’t-

A knock on his door gets left unanswered, no energy to even get out of bed. He tries to stifle a stupid whine, but it slips quietly through his throat. The person knocks again, and he hopes they go away. He hopes they won’t see and hear how lazy and pathetic he’s being. 

I need to get up. I need to work. I can’t be lazy, I can’t.

“...Lo?” a soft, familiar voice calls from beyond the door. 

If only he could think, he’d name the voice. 

“Logan, I'm coming in, okay?”

Logan shuts his eyes again, giving up on moving. He hears a distant concerned noise as someone walks over to his bedside. He feels the sheet ruffle and shift as the person sits beside him. They brush strands of greasy hair out of his face, and the warm hand makes him lean into the touch. The person coos at him, repeating the action. After a little bit, Logan’s eyes slowly crack open. It’s blurry, but he can make out red and gold and white. 

“Hey there, specs. Welcome to the waking world,” it’s Roman, his brain finally supplies, brushing his hair back. 

His voice is soft and gentle, and it makes Logan float a little. He hums at the nerd. 

“Can you move today, or is it a lot?” the Prince asks. 

As soon as the nerd groans, he has his answer. 

“Okay, sweetheart. How about a bath, hm? I bet that’d help get all the ickiness off.”

“Then I- I’d get up,” Logan slurs, whining. 

“Don’t worry, little nerd, I’ll help you. Okay?”

“Okay…”

Roman slowly scoops his struggling detective in his arms, easing him up a little against his pillows. 

“Alright, I’m going to sit you up all the way. Squeeze my hand if you need to stop, little nerd.”

Logan nods, and Roman takes one of his hands in his. He squeezes lightly and Logan responds, showing he can tell him to stop if need be. He gently helps the logical Side sit up, keeping an eye on him as he does so. As soon as he’s sat up, he places a light kiss on his icky hair, not caring how icky it may be because Logan is more important. 

“There we go. Good job, sweetheart. I’m proud of you,” Roman mumbles against his hair. 

“Mm, yeah?”

“Yeah. Now, do you think you can try standing up, or do you want me to carry you?”

Logan heistates, “...carry, please?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Lean on your headboard for me, alright?”

The detective does as bid as Roman separates himself from him. A whine slips from his lips as he pulls away, and the Prince shushes him as he hooks his arms under Logan’s knees and behind his back. Logan takes the opportunity to place his arms around Roman’s neck and lean on him. Or at least, attempt to move his arms the best he can. Roman slowly lifts him as his hands end up resting on his chest. Logan can’t find it in him to care. 

Eventually, they make it to the bathroom. The knight sets his nerd on the toilet as he starts the bath. He makes sure it’s warm enough, but not burning, before he turns back to his nerd. 

“Need help in, sweetheart?”

“No,” he speaks so softly.

“Okay, want me in here with you, or are you okay by yourself?”

“Mm, myself.”

“Alright. Just yell for me if you need anything. I’ll be right out the door, okay? I’ll put some soft clothes for you on the sink before I leave.”

Logan just nods as Roman places a pair of soft clothes on the sink next to him. He kisses Logan’s forehead before he leaves and shuts the door behind him. Logan takes a breath for a minute before he prepares for his bath. Roman sits against the door, almost as if to keep watch while his companion takes care of himself. 

~~~

After a while of helping Logan out the bath and down to the living room, he sets them both up on the couch. 

There’s two water glasses on the coffee table in front of them, along with selections of snacks and such to keep fed. Logan wears his unicorn onesie, fiddling with a small crow plushie with fabric glasses on it. Its eyes are orange. Roman sits beside him, now in soft things instead of his prince outfit, pulling up Netflix on the tv. There’s a space blanket wrapped around the nerd that huddles in. 

“Roman?” 

“Yeah, what is it, specs?”

“Why… what were you doing in front of my door earlier?”

Roman shifts in his spot.

“Well, it was late for you, and you weren’t up, so… I came to check on you.”

“...you noticed I was gone?”

Roman lightly scoffs, “Of course, I did. What kind of quest- oh, oh hey.”

He turns to see tears sluggishly fall down Logan’s face. He makes a concerned noise as he thumbs the tears away, cupping his face and sitting down the remote. Logan avoids his eyes, sniffling quietly. 

“Oh, sweetheart, what’s going on in that mind of yours?” Roman asks gently. 

“I, I just-”

To his horror, he cries harder. Roman scoops him up in his arms, into his lap, and rocks him. Logan buries himself under his chin, breathing shakily as he cries. When it sounds painful, Roman shushes him and rubs soothing circles on his back. 

“I just didn’t…” Logan speaks as his cries slowly calm down, gulping around the lodge in his throat. “I didn’t think anyone would notice. I- there’s a lot I need to do, and I can’t.”

“Oh, Logan… someone will always notice. Not just me. Patton would, and Virgil, and what do you think Janus and Remus would do? Hm?”

“Remus would break my door,” he grumbles.

Roman lightly chuckles, because he’s seen Remus break doors to get to others before, and he knows he does more than just that. He can’t count the number of times his brother smashed his door or plop in on top of him from the ceiling, all because he sensed Roman having a Bad Brain Day. 

“Yeah, he would. And Janus would start talking about how it’s okay to feel like that. Because it is, sweetheart. It’s okay if your brain isn’t cooperating, or if today’s a grey one.”

Logan nods smally against his chest, “I know. You know that too, right?”

Roman heistates, “Um, yeah, of course I do.”

Logan gives him a look as he turns up at him. 

“What?”

“You’re burntout, Roman.”

The Prince pauses at the bluntness, glancing away from the detective in his arms. 

“I saw your hands sparking and twitching earlier. Which is why,” he grabs one of Roman’s hands for emphasis. “I asked why you were outside my door.”

“I did notice, by the way. The Others would’ve gotten to spoil you, and I want a turn.”

Logan smiles slightly, “I know. But you know you also have to be spoiled.”

“But I have things to do, and I can’t just stop, and let people down-”

“Someone told me it’s okay if you need rest, Roman.”

Roman scoffs, “Using my own words against me.”

“Technically, they’re Janus’ words-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. Guess it’s a Bad Brain Day for both of us.”

“Then let me spoil you, too. I want to.”

Roman rests his chin on Logan’s head as his detective leans back against his chest. 

“Only if I can still spoil you, nerd.”

“We’ll spoil each other, then.”

Roman smiles at that, picking the remote up with his free hand. 

“So, what should we watch then?”

The pair do as promised and take care of each other for the rest of the day. Caring for Logan is the perfect distraction Roman needs, and it helps Logan feel all the more loved and appreciated. Logan reminds his prince that taking a break from creating is okay, and that he’s happy to spoil the sh*t out of him. They cuddle and watch movies for a long while before one of the Others starts making dinner, spotting the duo on the couch. 

Janus watches from the shadows, smiling as he sees them rest and relax for once in their workaholic lives.

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20

[dndeceit]

@tsspromptmonth opened comment banking for their Sleepy Bean Cafe event where comments made on Sanders Sides fics after the 26th of October can be used to commission fics from volunteers.

For anyone looking to pad their pockets with comments to spend, here's a list of stories I feel could really use the love:

Passion needs fuel by FeelingGroovySmooth Canonverse (Other) Rating: G Roman is lacking drive in his creative pursuits, leading him to abandon many of his projects. Remus catches on and makes a point to address the issue. Notes: This one I wanted to highlight in particular, because I think this story wonderfully captures the appeal of participating in the cafe event. Creating art, especially telling stories, is an act of communication, and it's hard not to be sensitive to the response. Especially when that response is silence. (And part of why I love doing rec lists. I get anxious and self-conscious and I'm not always good at comments (though I'm trying!) but if I can get more eyes on the stories that I've loved, maybe the authors who made them can get the appreciation they deserve.)

The Prince and the Frog by Radioactive_Jelly (WIP) Fairytale AU (Moceit, Anxceit, Dukexiety, Logince) Rating: Not Rated Prince Janus is having doubts about his upcoming marriage to Virgil. His brothers, Roman and Remus, are determined to stop the wedding for him (though Remus might have ulterior motives in that regard). At least he has his tiny frog friend near the pond to keep him company during his turmoil. Nothing at all complicated there. Notes: Who doesn't love a Fairytale AU? (But honestly, they had me at the promise of "Lovers to Friends" Anxceit.)

Some others I've recced before, but would love to see get more love:

Wolfsbane by TheFoxofFiction (WIP) Supernatural/Fantasy AU. (Loceit) Rating: T Janus is a werewolf fleeing a past filled with isolation and tragedy who, after a brush with death, falls into the care of a witch. Logan manages to save him from his injuries, but he soon learns that the real challenge is saving Janus from himself... Notes: Slowburn Loceit and trauma recovery, it's fantastic.

Animal Skin and its sequel Take a Bite by Willowanderer Supernatural AU. (Dukeceit, Prinxiety) Rating: M Janus and Virgil are brothers who meet a pair of intriguing twins. An amusing amount of drama (romance, mystery, patricide) ensues. Notes: I feel like "Take a Bite" might have been missed by a lot of eyes, because the tags warn (in my opinion) much heavier than what what the content of the fic actually warrants. (And I nearly missed it on that basis myself, since it does use a tag I normally filter.) This fic is more supernatural family drama than it is anything else. (Apart from the tiny bit of premeditated murder...) The tags in question: Underage and "allusions to bestiality". There is no sexual content in the fic itself. The first warning is for mention of underage characters having had sex in the past, and a plot point brushing up against the trafficking of an underage character. And the second is in reference to uncouth Remus thoughts about a hypothetical scenario involving a fully sapient and consenting shapeshifter in animal form.

Remus's Roleplaying Romp by LeftoverParadox Canonverse (Gen) Rating: M When Roman shuts him out of getting involved in Thomas's roleplaying pursuits, Remus decides to show him by throwing his efforts into running a tabletop game for the sides. Hilarity and hijinks (but also some feels) ensue. Notes: Probably one of my favorite fics in the fandom (combining, as it does, two of my own personal obsessions very beautifully). Remus radiates chaotic DM energy, the sides are all so in character, and the game plays out hilariously. (Roman is tagged as being unsympathetic, but he's really just a bit of a dismissive ass towards Remus at the start. He does eventually come around, though after some proportionate comeuppance.)

they say that it gets better (but i guess that was a lie) by Cicadas_on_a_rainy_day (WIP) Canonverse (Gen) Rating: Not Rated/T Thomas starts paying closer attention to some of Remus’s behavior, which leads to unexpected, painful repercussions for everyone else in the Mindscape. Notes: Updating as a series of Whumptober prompts. Some great character moments, and exploration of how the Sides function within Thomas’s mind. The author has an amazing talent for telling a story with what the characters aren't saying out loud. (The series summary promises an eventual happy ending, and I’m clinging to that.)

Remus’ Brilliant Plan by CrystalHavoc Canonverse (Moceit, Intrulogical, Intruality…technically) Rating: M Remus is bored, horny, annoyed with Virgil, fed up with being ignored by Logan, and amused by Janus’s crush on a certain father figment. Obviously, the answer to all of these problems is the same simple solution: He needs to have sex with Patton. Notes: This one is so fucking funny, I don’t even know where to start. (Also writing a story where Remus propositions Patton is easy, writing a story where it feels believable that Patton might say yes, that's a lot harder to pull off.)

(I'll probably pull out other recs when I have the chance, and my rec tags are full of other gems, but these were the ones that quickly came to mind.)

[rosepetalgold]

i look at you (and i dream)

Summary: Roman tells Logan what he’s thinking about and discovers his dreams might be closer to reality than he’d dared to imagine.

Relationships: Romantic Logince

Warnings: None! Pure domestic fluff!

Word count: 962

Notes: Title inspired by Mikrokosmos by BTS

Read on Ao3 Masterpost

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“Roman, are you even listening to me?”

Roman blinks, emerging out of the colorful tapestry of his thoughts to find Logan staring at him from where he’s paused chopping vegetables for the dish he’s concocting for dinner, one eyebrow arched in a silent question.

“Sorry, my love,” he says sheepishly. “I just got caught up daydreaming.”

Logan sighs, shaking his head not unkindly as he returns to his cutting board, the slightest upturn of his lips betraying that he mustn’t be too put out by Roman’s lapse of focus. “I suppose it would be too much to ask for your ambitions of fame and grandeur to wait until I was done telling you about my day.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t thinking about any of that.”

“Work, then?”

“No, not that either.”

“Then what on earth were you daydreaming about?”

“You.”

Logan casts him a sideways glance, clearly baffled, even as his knife doesn’t falter in its steady rhythm. “I’m right here.”

“I know,” Roman breathes, not even trying to keep the wonderment out of his voice at the truth of such a simple statement, still unable to quite believe that this was real, that Logan was here, was choosing him, was his. “But I look at you and I just can’t help but dream.”

But his words only cause the puzzlement furrowing Logan’s brow to deepen. “I don’t understand. What could you possibly be dreaming about?”

Roman laughs under his breath, answers dancing over one another in his mind like so many bits of dandelion fluff caught in a breeze, too many to ever count. Where to even begin?

“Everything.”

He shifts closer, gently finessing the knife from Logan’s grip and laying it on the counter before taking his lover’s hands in his own.

“I dream about waking up next to you every morning and watching the sunset next to you every night. I dream about seeing you land your dream job and finally being recognized for that endlessly brilliant mind of yours. I dream about buying a house together out in the country like you want and us making it our own. I dream about surprising you with homegrown roses on idyllic summer mornings and slow dancing in the dark with you on starlit winter nights. I dream about all the days I’ll come home to you and all the ways I’ll fall even deeper in love with you and all the countless quiet moments I’ll get to just be by your side as we grow old and gray.” He laces their fingers together, marveling inwardly at how readily Logan reciprocates the touch, palms warm and steady against his own. “I dream of us, of the life we’ll lead, of the future we have together.”

Logan only stares at him for a long moment, gaze searching his own as a hint of pink begins to tinge his cheeks, and Roman can’t help but smile softly at the sight, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the bloom of color.

“You really think about all that?” Logan’s voice is slightly choked, words scarcely more than a whisper, and Roman draws back, a twinge of worry flickering to life in his stomach, but Logan’s grip tightens around his, keeping him from retreating.

“Of course I do. You’re it for me, Logan; why would I ever dream about anything else?”

Logan doesn’t even bother replying, simply tugs one hand free from Roman’s fingers, wraps it around the back of his neck, and pulls him into an ardent kiss.

Logan had never been as much of one for words as Roman was, had always tended to struggle a bit to vocalize his deepest feelings, but Roman doesn’t need a long-winded reply, not when the press of the other man’s body against his is all the answer he needs.

Logan, though, apparently isn’t content to let his reaction do all the talking for him.

“I know that not many people would call me a dreamer,” he says as he pulls back, gaze so open and vulnerable in the golden rays of the late afternoon light that Roman’s heart squeezes in his chest. “But I want that too. That future. The two of us. You.”

“It’s ours,” Roman vows. “And I’m yours.”

They meet in the middle this time, an intoxicating press of lips that tastes of hopes and dreams and happy endings, and oh nevermind all his indulgent imaginings about what might be, this is all Roman could ever want.

If this is his reward for daydreaming, he really needs to do it more often.

Entirely too soon Logan is drawing back again, rosiness now fully blossomed across his cheekbones.

“We don’t have to have a house in the country,” he says as if his brain has just caught up to Roman’s earlier words, the delay in processing entirely more endearing than it should be. “I know you like the city.”

Roman shrugs, sure the expression on his face can only be described as utterly besotted as his hands find a home in the familiar curve of Logan’s waist, pure affection melting through every inch of his body. “I can compromise as long as there’s no bears.”

Logan chuckles, low and bemused.

“No bears,” he promises, and with the way his eyes are sparkling with amusement, what else is Roman supposed to do but kiss him again?

“Love you,” Logan murmurs against his lips, the words still enough even after all this time to send butterflies dancing through Roman’s stomach like it’s the first he’s ever heard them. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” he whispers, and here, with Logan in his arms, present and future inseparable from each other for one breathlessly suspended moment, he can’t dream to ask for anything more.

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[scarleteyess]

Kinktober day 2

Cam boys (Logince: Double penetration/Voyeurism)

Roman likes to pretend he is a cam boy, today he decided to drag his ‘stream ASSistent’ Logan along for the ride and put both a dildo and a cock into his ass.

Patton and Virgil watch the stream, like the supportive boyfriends they are.

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Being imaginary made it difficult for Roman to life out his camboy dreams. It’s not like he could reach an actual audience consisting out of thousands of fans admiring him. So, his two light side friends and Virgil would have to do. The dark sides didn’t get the password to his secret website, for obvious reasons as one of them is his brother and the other his nemesis.

The sides who did get the password tried their best to be supportive so when each of them got a notification they were quick to drop what they were doing and log on only to see the waiting screen still on.

Virge: Princey? You there?

PatDad: he said he was planning something

PatDad: at breakfast

PatDad: you were asleep 💤

Virge: Shouldn’t he plan before going love?

Virge: *live

PatDad: shrug emoji

Virge: Did you just type shrug emoji?

Before Patton could type a punny response, the waiting screen disappeared. However this time, they weren’t greeted by Roman’s cheery smile. The camera wasn’t in it’s usual spot either.

Virge: Uhh… what? O.o

PatDad: is this logans room?

The room was well lit, yet it still felt dark as the walls were painted a dark blue. The furniture was made out of a dark wood. The camera was placed high in a corner of the room, making it look like a security camera, just with a better quality. It faced a desk, in front of it someone sat in the desk chair, their identity hidden by the back of the chair.

With the sound of a snap the live feed changed to show a different angle. Roman was sitting on the chair with a bright smile on his face.

“My dearest sub-jects and switches,” he started his monologue. “How kind of you to join me this fine evening. As you can see, we’ve had a bit of a change of scenery today.” Roman waved his arms around to show off Logan’s room behind him.

“However there’s no need to fret! Everything you’re about to see tonight is completely consensual and discussed in length with my dear assistant.” Roman chuckled, looking down between his legs. Leaving both Patton and Virgil to speculate where Logan currently was and what exactly he was doing there. “Tonight you’ll witness a scene as though you’re looking through the security footage of this room. Don’t you worry, we’ve cut to the best part. No need to stare at Logan working on this very chair all afternoon. Although he does look hot when he’s lost in his concentration, don’t you agree?” Roman waited for his chat to answer before continuing, it’s a shame he couldn’t let them wait longer, but he had been teasing Logan for a bit before he started streaming, so he should really go on with it, before Logan got too floaty from the excellent job of cock warming he was doing.

“My dearest voyeurs, my royal audience…” he couldn’t help pausing for dramatic effect one more time. “I must now bid you adieu. Please, enjoy the show.” He winked at the camera and switched back to the ‘security’ camera. Roman waited a couple of seconds to see Patton and Virgil go wild in the chat, before turning off the computer screen. The point of today’s stream was to make it seem to his chat that they were mere voyeurs. It wouldn’t do the delusion any good if Roman or Logan got distracted by the chat.

He rolled back the office chair, feeling Logan chase his cock for a bit, until he was too far away. A pitiful whine left Logan’s lip as Roman’s dick did the same. This was a tell tale sign that Logan was deep into subspace already, telling Roman that he didn’t need to expect any more brattiness from his stream assistant.

“It’s okay Logan,” he murmured sweetly. “They’re gone, you can come out from under the desk now. It’s just the two of us.” Logan crawled from under the desk, lacking his usual fluidity. He was stiff from sitting on his knees for at least half an hour. Drool dripped from spit soaked lips over his chin and his flushed skin was clear for everyone on the stream to see as he was only wearing his boxers.

“You were so good for me baby!” Roman praised his sub. “You did your job perfectly and didn’t make a sound during my stream! You deserve a big reward don’t you think?”

In response Logan nodded enthusiastically. “Yes sir, please! I followed your orders. I did good.” Roman just knew his viewers would eat this up! It was always a treat to see Logan this pathetic and desperate.

“Strip and bend over the desk.” Roman ordered, drawing a finger over Logan’s already naked chest, down to his abdomen, until he reached Logan’s boxers. He snapped the waistband, simultaneously snapping Logan into action. Logan pushed down his underwear, turned around and bend down over the desk.

As soon as Logan bend down the stream changed to show the few from a different camera. This one zoomed in a bit more so the sides watching got a nice few of the buttplug nestled between Logan’s cheeks. The plug was red, decorated with a fancy gold R, to claim Logan as Roman’s for the night.

“Let’s remove this to make space for your reward, shall we?” Even though Roman explained what he was doing and why, Logan still whined as he removed the plug. It made the poor sub feel empty after having it stretch him out for so long. “Aww don’t worry baby, the plug did his job, so you can get your reward quicker. I won’t even need to stretch you out before giving it to you.”

Roman softly spanked Logan’s butt, before grabbing a long, but not too thick, dildo from his desk. He subtly showed it off to the camera as he slowly and sensually lubed it up.

Logan squeaked as the tip of the toy touched his hole. “Wha-” He tried to ask what Roman was using on him, but quickly got overwhelmed as Roman pushed the entire length of the toy inside until the fake balls hit his ass.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you ogling the toys on my desk before.” Roman teased as he slowly started to move the toy in and out of his hole. “I decided to bring my longest one for my favorite little size queen.” He punctuated his statement by one hard thrust before moving back to his steady but slow rhythm. He made sure to stand slightly to the right so the camera would capture everything perfectly.

By now the stream had changed again, showing a split screen of Logan’s ass, his and Roman’s side profile, the first camera in the corner of the room and his face. Unbeknownst to Roman and Logan, Virgil and Patton had decided to meet up and watch the stream on the living room tv, so it was easier for them to see everything. It also added to the feeling of watching some security footage and gave them easy access to each other in case they wanted to do more than watch. Later while creating the VOD for Roman, Logan would blush as he noticed the chat going suspiciously quiet after Patton and Virgil discussed watching together.

Now however, he was too busy slowly, but deeply getting fucked by the dildo Roman was pushing into him. His whole body quaked as Roman managed to hit his prostate dead on multiple times in a row. He was breathing heavily as he slumped over his desk, having no doubt that he was painting the wood with the pre cum dribbling from his cock. Roman’s free hand drew ticklish lines over his hip and side as he admired the usually stoic man fall apart beneath him. He knew that the night was far from over, though.

“Ah… sir, please.” Logan moaned out after another rough thrust hit his prostate.

“What is it my loyal subject.” Only a slight quiver in his voice, betrayed Roman, telling his audience that he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.

“Need you! Need your cock! please!” Logan pleaded breathlessly. Roman’s thrusts sped up in response.

“I go to all this effort to give you a nice reward.” He thrust the toy in with every word, while his other hand grabbed Logan’s hip in a tight grip. “And now you’re saying my gift isn’t enough? Don’t you love your reward?”

“No! Please sir! I love it!” Logan managed to stutter out between labored breaths. “I just- I am…“

“You’re what Logan?,” Roman teased. “You’re just a little cock whore who won’t be satisfied without your boss’ cock? Is that it?”

“Yes sir.” Logan grabbed the edge of the desk to ground himself as the pounding of the fake cock against his prostate continued. By now he was fighting against his upcoming orgasm, because he knew what Roman had planned for tonight.

“Say it.” Roman said darkly. “Say it and I’ll give it to you.”

“I’m a little cock whore, who needs your cock!” He almost screamed out, his voice going up in pitch as he was getting closer and closer. However, as soon as the words left his lips, Roman let go of the dildo, leaving it to slide back a little, but generally remain still in Logan’s ass.

The stillness of the object inside him felt like torture after he had gotten so close. He could already feel the need to orgasm die down. He groaned in frustration as Roman’s other hand left his hip as well.

Virgil and Patton were jerking each other off as they watched Roman step out of his own pants and underwear, but leaving his shirt on. He grabbed the lube and jerked his own cock a couple of times. With some more lube he coated his fingers. He pushed the toy in as far as it could go, making Logan’s breath hitch, then he started pushing one of his fingers in there next to the silicone. Logan keened loudly at the extra stretch, his fingers dug harder into the wood and his breathing sped up a bit.

“Relax specs.” Roman spoke kindly, in contrast to his commanding tone earlier. “You can do this, my sweet.” Another finger got pushed in besides the toy, he wiggled them around playfully before scissoring them open the best he could in view of the camera.

By the time Roman was working in a third finger, Logan was red in the face, begging him to hurry up, or he was going to come already. Who was Roman to deny him that.

Roman stroked himself a couple more times and lined up next to the toy. “You ready for me specs?” He asked rhetorically, before pushing in anyways.

It stretched Logan open almost impossibly wide and pushed the toy against his prostate again. He came hard, cum splattering against his wooden desk. He panted, but Roman gave him no time to recover.

“For a size queen, you’re so tight.” He groaned as he adjusted himself a bit. Logan was shaking now, already feeling the effects of overstimulation before Roman had even started moving, yet he didn’t tap out.

“Just move, please move.” He begged and Roman listened. He started pulling out and thrusting back in. It wasn’t rough like before, no, it would have been sweet and lovely if it wasn’t for the dildo being crammed in next to his cock. Roman had to be careful, but he didn’t mind. The pressure around his cock felt deliciously tight. He wouldn’t last long like this. Not that he had to, Logan was already shaking beneath him, moaning at every small thrust.

Roman thrusted a couple more times before he was pushed over the edge. He pushed in a little harder as came inside of Logan, filling him even more than he already was. He stayed there for a bit, the both of them panting from exertion.

Slowly Roman pulled out. He looked over Logan’s exhausted body, only to realize he had gotten hard again. Roman wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked him softly, while slowly thrusting the dildo, that was still in Logan’s ass, a couple of times. Logan came quickly. He protested as Roman kept moving for a bit, but luckily for him, their scene was over now, so Roman removed the toy.

“You did so well, mi corazon.” Roman kissed Logan’s shoulder blades between each word. “Let’s wash up, I’m sure they’re waiting for us downstairs.” Logan only groaned in response, he’d probably be non verbal for a while, something that only happened after sex. It’s alright though. Roman would take care of him, and he wouldn’t even do that alone. He stopped the stream with a flick of his wrist and got to work.

The two men who’d been watching from the living room had both finished a bit earlier. They had decided to get things ready for when the stream was over. They would spoil their (now two) favorite cam stars when they came down.

[part-time-zombie]

Spotlight

pairings: logince (platonic, can be seen as romantic)

summary: when thomas suggests doing a photoshoot featuring logan, roman is tasked with overseeing the finer details. on one hand he's thrilled to work on a project like this again, but on the other...

tags/warnings: minor hurt/comfort

word count: 1290

“Are you sure this is what I’m going to wear?” Logan exasperatedly called out from the other room.

Roman flashed a cheery smile in response even though he knew Logan couldn’t actually see it. “Absolutely. It’ll look great on you, promise.”

“It’s not exactly my usual outfit.”

"Neither is a skirt, but this is all about capturing your vibes, and let me tell you this is perfect for that. Now stop whining and get dressed already.”

He heard a low sigh as Logan returned his attention to changing into his outfit, leaving Roman to figure out how he’d do his makeup after.

When Thomas first suggested reprising Logan's skirt look into something more stylized, Roman couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted. Sure, a chance do something fashionable was always welcome, and seeing people applaud him online was something he would never get tired of, but he still couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Why does Logan get the outfit upgrade and not him? his birthday is this month, and a new skirt photoshoot would have been a wonderful gift to celebrate it. He knew Logan was getting to be far more popular than him, but surely he’d at least get some sort of recognition for the sake of his upcoming birthday.

Whatever. He would still have the day to celebrate, even if the fans forgot it.

Logan had finished getting dressed by now, the sharp clacking of heels on the hardwood floor pulling Roman from his thoughts.

Roman was glad he was already sitting, because he would have nearly fallen over upon seeing the final look. Tight black lace, a royal blue vest, and cats-eye glasses all complimented the form-fitting pencil skirt perfectly. Logan seemed to agree, as he held himself with a surprising amount of confidence that wasn’t there before.

Roman picked those clothes out himself and he was still impressed by how amazing it looked on Logan. It was fashionable and stylish and very much fit Logan's taste. Roman couldn’t help but pat himself on the back a little bit for being able to dress him up so well.

“Is this look acceptable?” he asked, a faint blush in his cheeks.

Roman could only nod at first, struggling for a moment to remember how to properly form words. “Uhm, yes. You look… nice. Very nice, actually. Heads will turn for sure.”

Logan let out another sigh, though Roman could still spot a ghost of a smile forming on his lips. “If you say so. You would know more about fashion than me, though I must admit, I do enjoy this outfit more than I initially thought.”

“Then I’m sure you’ll really enjoy what we’re doing for your makeup,” Roman said with a cheer, beckoning Logan to take a seat beside him. He gently removed his glasses and set them aside before working, brows furrowed in concentration as he applied the makeup. Logan sat obediently still, looking up and moving his head however Roman requested, and Roman felt a warm sense of happiness spreading through his chest. Logan worked well with him, and Roman was surprised by how much he seemed to enjoy the process, albeit subtly. Logan may not burst into song when he’s happy (well, aside from when he’s eating crofters), but he made his feelings clear all the same, and seeing the small smile and excited twinkle in his eye was all the proof Roman needed that Logan was just as happy about this as he was, if not more so.

Roman set his brush down and leaned back, admiring the finished look. Logan looked completely transformed. He was stylish and confident and, one would argue, even hot in a manner that Roman rarely got to see. He really had brought out the best in him.

Logan fixed the glasses back on his face before turning to look at himself in the mirror, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as he finally saw himself for the first time.

“What do you think?”

That same smile from earlier was back and bigger than ever as Logan leaned closer to the mirror and examined the makeup. “It’s very well done,” he started, eyes not leaving his reflection. “I don’t wear makeup recreationally, but you’ve done an excellent job with this. I doubt I’ll wear this all the time, but I do like the look very much, almost more than my original outfit.”

“You really should wear this a lot more, though. It’s a great look for you.”

Logan ducked his head in an attempt to hide his blush. “I’m tempted to agree.”

“Seriously, you’ll have to beat the fans off with a stick after they see you looking this good,” Roman said with a laugh, one that quickly died out on his tongue. Right, the fans will all love him. Him, not Roman. Yet again.

Logan turned to look at him with an odd expression. “Is something wrong, Roman?”

“What? No, nothing’s wrong. If anything, your outfit is absolutely right and we need to make our way to that photoshoot,” Roman replied as he quickly gave him another smile and a dismissive wave, hoping Logan will leave it alone.

Logan furrowed his brows for a moment, but thankfully didn’t pry any further. “Alright then. Now do you have any advice for how I should best perform for this photoshoot? It’s best to make sure the aforementioned ‘vibes’ are correct.”

“Well, this is all about you, so as long as you feel like yourself you’ll nail it. Show them that confidence and poise I know you have in you and the rest will be a piece of cake.”

Logan nodded thoughtfully as he and Roman both got up from their chairs, taking a moment to check the upcoming schedule on his phone.

“Right, so it looks like if we finish the photoshoot on time today and we get the photos back quickly, we’ll be able to post the results on…”

Logan trailed off as the date appeared on the screen, and Roman knew exactly what made him pause. Logan put everything in his calendar, he knew every important and unimportant date. Of course he knew what day was coming.

“Oh. Roman, I’m so sorry. It was the only day that worked best for Thomas, and I didn’t even realize that it would be-“

“Don’t worry about it, specs,” Roman muttered, trying his best not to look too unbothered. “It’s been a hectic couple of weeks and you said it yourself, this day works the best. It’s not an issue, as long as the look goes over well.”

“You’re not upset?”

Of course he was upset. Everything had been going wrong for him and now everyone forgot about his birthday. Even if they remember later, it’ll still be outshined and overlooked by the photos of Logan’s outfit.

Still, that outfit was incredible and the last thing Logan needs right now is to feel guilty for looking this good and getting some much deserved attention. As much as it hurt to be disregarded, Roman wouldn’t do that to him.

“It’s just a birthday, they happen every year. Besides, I’m sure we’ll all still do something together for it anyway. Now come on, let’s stop moping around and get this photoshoot going!” he said, letting his excitement override his wounded pride.

Logan gave him a nod as he followed Roman out the door, sharing thoughts about the outfit and various poses he could do for the shots. Roman hyped him up the whole time, ensuring all the attention was right where it belonged.

At least his birthday would still be memorable in its own way.

He’s so doing his own photoshoot later, though.

@keitaisghost @nico-the-overlord @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @britt-ish123 @rougeside4 @new-zee-land @can-i-take-a-stab

[analoceits]

hi. business offer: you get a new rp partner and i get a new rp partner. tss fandom specific.

soo yeah. i am bored as fucking hell and both of the people i usually rp with are busy and i need to rp once a week or i die (/j)

STUFF I REALLY LIKE:

analogical, loceit, moceit, anxceit, logince, dukexiety, dark sides, light sides (these are all platonic or romantic; will do other ships, but these are just favs)

hurt/comfort

fantasy/sci-fi AUS (ESPECIALLY werewolfs/vamps/fae)

dramatic/dark plots and themes

multi-paragraph (i can also do short form tho, dw!!)

probably more stuff that i. forgor.

STUFF I WONT DO:

logicality (unless its in a poly ship)

non-tss rp.

if you are 18+ romance ships are off the board, obvi.

obvi, but: anything nsfw, inc*st, or p*dophilic.

karrot kings or thomas x side (nothing wrong with either i just. Do Not know what to do with that. HOWEVER platonic thomas x side is alright)

also, one last thing: if you dont know how to rp/are a bit rusty/are new i still am up for rping!! even if you dont know a thing, ill teach you if you want to learn. keep the trade alive and all, yknow?

anyway uhh dm me if this sounds cool pls.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

It's Complicated

may i humbly request logan being scary? any au you like (mob, highschool, fantasy) i just want to see logan intimidating/beating the crap out of someone and the other sides being half terrified half amazed love your writing so much thank you for all the food :3 – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: amnesia, concussion warnings, misunderstandings

Pairings: logince, can be platonic or romantic, you decide

Word Count: 2533

Officially, the villain known as The Mastermind has been missing for months. No one knows what's happened and, officially, no one's really worried about it. Coincidentally, this is around the time where Roman, otherwise known as the Prince, took in his roommate, Logan. Logan doesn't remember his less than savory actions, and Roman's not exactly keen on reminding him. Not when Logan is a sweet, somewhat oblivious roommate who is far more concerned about making sure they have coffee than programming death rays or terrifying squads of innocent civilians. At least until some harmless muggers try to accost them in an alleyway and Logan...well. Remembers.

Roman swallows, hand pressed against the rough gravel of the alleyway where he'd stumbled as the fight got worse. Around them lay the broken and groaning bodies of their would-be attackers, the last one falling with a muffled thud.

In front of him, Logan turns. No, the villain Logan used to be turns around.

Roman swallows again. "You remember."

"Mm."

His voice sounded how Roman remembers it again. His walk, his posture, even his expression as he looks at Roman.

The villain is back.

Had it all been a performance? A plot to get Roman to let his guard down? No, there were things that couldn't have been fake in those months, Logan…Logan really had lost his memories.

…memories that were back now.

Are…are they supposed to fight now? He's not nearly in good enough shape to do that right now. and even if he was, even though it's clear that Logan—the villain is back, he can't help seeing the person who he's been living with for the past…god, he can't believe it.

"You know," Logan says suddenly, "it's funny. I spent a lot of time thinking you didn't know who I was, that that's why you took me in, treated me kindly."

Roman tries to suppress a flinch as he steps closer.

"But now," he continues as he crouches in front of him, "I find out that you knew, from the start, and you did all that anyway."

He tilts his head.

"You keep surprising me."

It's the callback to a conversation that happened an eternity ago that jolts Roman into action. He begins to pull himself up off the ground as sirens start in the distance.

Logan offers him a hand. After a moment, he takes it, pulling himself up slowly.

"Thanks," he mumbles, before looking and seeing a bloom of red on Logan's shoulder. "You've been hurt."

"Hm?" Logan glances down at his shoulder. "Oh. So I have. It's just a scratch."

"That is not just a scratch," Roman says, frowning at it as he starts to push the fabric out of the way, "you need stitches. Come on, let's go h—"

The words catch on the tip of his tongue. He swallows.

"Let's go get you patched up."

"We can go home too," Logan says softly, watching him with a strange expression.

Roman just nods and turns, heading away from the sirens. He glances down and sees Logan's shadow following him. As they traverse the alleys and make to the main road, he finds himself doing the things to protect Logan on instinct. Holding his arm out to hold him back, reaching out to steady him as they cross a bridge, even taking his hand so they wouldn't get separated in a large crowd.

Each time he does, he scolds himself and shoves the offending hand in his pocket. He clenches his fist to keep from reaching out and grits his teeth to keep quiet.

Logan doesn't say a word.

When they get back to Roman's apartment, he opens the door to the closet and sets the first-aid kit on the table.

"Leaving so soon," Logan asks as he goes to the bedroom, "am I supposed to do it myself this time?"

Part of Roman wants to say yes, the villain is more than capable of stitching himself up, that he's lucky Roman even let him back in here, just do it and get out.

But the rest of Roman is moving to the table and picking up the kit without further protest.

"You're quiet," he says as he shrugs out of his jacket, "you were so chatty this morning."

Roman hums noncommittally.

"Did something happen?"

Roman glares at him.

"Alright, alright, joke in bad taste, I understand." Logan keeps watching him. "…still, I've never known you to be this…quiet."

"What do you want me to say?"

Logan chuckles. "Maybe 'thank you' for saving me?"

"Thank you for saving me."

"Alright, well, if you're just going to repeat whatever I say—" Roman starts to stand up— "wait, wait, alright, I'm done."

Roman pauses. Logan gestures awkwardly to his now-stitched shoulder.

"Thank you, for helping me with this."

Roman nods and starts packing up the first-aid kit. Logan watches him start to put it away before calling out.

"So what happens now?"

Roman pauses, looking over his shoulder. Logan shifts in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, and even that subtle reminder that he's back with all his stupid body language tells and looks exactly the way he always did in those fucking interrogation rooms—

He pulls himself back.

"…would you like me to leave?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"I asked you first."

Maybe Logan hasn't gotten all of his memories back. He's never seen him look so…unsure. Only when he starts to shift more noticeably does Roman realize he's frowning at Logan.

"Sorry," he mumbles as he goes to put the first-aid kit back. He hears Logan shifting in the chair behind him. "Figured you'd want to go…I dunno, get back to work. You've been away for a while."

"Mm. And not one person came to look for me."

Roman stills, eye catching a scar on his hand. "They did."

"What?"

"They did come to look for you," he says again as he shuts the closet door, "several times."

He can feel Logan's eyes boring into his back. "And you…"

"Kept them off your scent." He moves toward the kitchen—do something normal, do something normal— "didn't sound like they wanted to ensure a safe recovery."

The apartment is quiet as Roman fills the kettle. On the street below, a car honks.

"Why did you take me in," Logan asks suddenly, "and don't give me that 'out of the goodness of my heart' nonsense."

Roman doesn't reply.

"You could've turned me over to the cope, the other heroes, anyone," he presses, "I wouldn't have stopped you. Why didn't you?"

"You didn't remember."

"Obviously, I didn't remember, so—"

"The evidence would've been enough to convict you but you weren't of sound mind and couldn't testify." He turned to grab a coffee mug. "Any decent attorney would've pleaded it at court and you would've gotten off. The whole point of bringing you to trial would be to get justice for those you've wronged who have no other way of getting you to answer for your crimes."

"So that's what this is about," Logan says, and there's that familiar cold tone, "justice?"

"No."

"What?"

"You asked me why I didn't turn you in." Roman gestures with the mug. "That's why."

"But not why you took me in."

Roman stays quiet. Logan growls in frustration, stalking over to slam his hands down on the counter.

"So that's it? I'm back to being 'the bad guy,' no ifs, ands, or buts about it?" Logan scoffs. "Your moral compass too stubborn now that everything's back to normal?"

Don't let him get under your skin. Don't let him, don't let him—but his armor is gone and Logan knows it.

"How do you think this is for me? I lose my memory and suddenly I'm just supposed to accept this? Do you know how jarring it is for everything you've known and trusted to be snatched away like that?"

"And how do you think it's been for me?" He slams the mug down and whirls around. "You think I've just been having the time of my life having you in my home? Where I'm supposed to be safe?"

Roman's breath shudders out of him as Logan grabs him by the shirt and slams him up against the wall. He winces, pain exploding up his spine. Gasping doesn't help—the wind's been knocked out of him. Tears spring to the corners of his eyes.

Something bites at his neck and his head jerks back. The sharp edge of Logan's knife shoved under his chin, an arm like a band of steel across his chest to keep him still.

This. This is familiar. This should feel better. This should—this should—

He thought he'd be done with being terrified of Logan.

And the bone-weary exhaustion that's been threatening him since the fight just…wins.

The fight goes out of him as he meets Logan's eyes. Even though he can feel the strength as Logan holds him there, even with the threat nudging him under his chin.

Then Logan moves.

His grip loosens abruptly, now almost cradling him against the wall instead of shoving him against it. The weapon leaves as his face takes on a soft, pained look.

It's the first time he's ever seen the villain out of combat.

I don't want to do this, he realizes with terrible certainty, I don't want to hurt you. Not like this. There has to be another way.

Logan's gaze flickers up to Roman's temple, his fingertips ghosting over a bloodied bruise from one of the people that tried to attack them.

"…got you good, huh?" A rueful smile. "Blood all over your pretty face."

"…you think my face is pretty?"

A laugh, huffed in disbelief and a little embarrassment. "Come, now, don't make me say it again."

Roman just swallows. "You, uh, you…have…"

Slowly, cautiously, he lifts his hand to Logan's cheek, brushing away some of the alley's soot.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

Logan jerks his chin toward the wound. "Shall I return the favor?"

Roman opens his mouth to say something about how Logan didn't normally offer to clean up wounds he causes—indirectly or otherwise—but then again, fights didn't normally end with this sort of thing, either. So what ends up coming out is: "…sure."

Logan nods and pulls away, but the sudden lack of anything holding Roman upright has him back a second later, carefully taking him by the arms.

"Easy," he says quietly, "are you dizzy at all?"

"N-no, just…just stunned."

"Here, come—come sit down."

Logan helps him over to the same chair, all careful concern and soft touches that make Roman's head spin even worse than being shoved against the wall. In the strangest version of deja-vu, he walks over to the closet to retrieve the first-aid kit, setting it on the table and leaning against it. A small wrinkle appears between the furrow of his brows and he sets out a bandage and antiseptic from the plastic case.

A finger tilts his head up as Logan unwraps a wipe. He hisses at the slight sting of it.

"It's not that bad," Logan says softly as he works, "head wounds will always bleed more."

"I know."

Logan carefully cups his chin to hold him steady. "You're sure you don't feel dizzy or anything? Not woozy, nothing?"

"No. Doesn't even hurt that much anymore. I didn't even notice it until you…"

At the reminder, however brief, Logan's mouth tightens into a thin line. "I don't know if that's a good sign or if you pain tolerance has just become so high over the years,"

"…I don't know either."

Logan finishes dabbing at the wound and wraps the wipe up to be disposed. He takes the bandage and applies it with the same precision, smoothing over the edges to ensure there aren't any air bubbles. The whiplash of Logan having his memories back yet still treating him so tenderly after absolutely massacring those goons in the alley—

"Bright light, alright?"

Before Roman can say anything, a flash in front of him makes him flinch away. "I need more warning than that!"

Logan waits for him to recover, placing a hand on the back of his chair to lean closer. The sudden closeness does not help him gather himself, but Logan's still looking at him like that and—and—

"Bright light," he says again, softer, "okay?"

Roman nods and Logan holds up the light again. It appears in the corners of his vision and then moves away.

He's checking my pupils, Roman realizes faintly, he's trying to make sure I don't have a concussion.

The light vanishes and Logan holds up his hand. "Follow my finger."

It's a few more minutes before Logan pronounces him concussion-free.

"…thank you."

Logan hums, still looking at him. After a moment, a disbelieving chuckle rings out in the still room as he runs a finger down Roman's cheek. The contact doesn't quite make him flinch, but it makes him…feel something.

"The more I look," he murmurs, mostly to himself, "the more I see."

He traces a few of the scrapes and scars littering Roman's face.

"You poor thing." He lingers on an old scar. "How young were you when they let you outside?"

"Younger than I should've been, probably." Logan brushes a bit of hair back from his face, still tracing invisible lines across his cheek. The contact makes his head spin. "Not much of a pretty face anymore, am I?"

"I didn't say that."

"You meant it, though."

"No, I didn't. I'll thank you not to put words in my mouth."

"What, you actually think I have a pretty face? Still?"

"I thought I told you not to…" he trails off, a dark look coming to his face. Roman nearly shudders at the familiarity before— "who told you that?"

"What?"

"Who told you that," Logan demands, "who told you that you weren't pretty because of your scars?"

Roman blinks, taken aback by the sudden ferocity in his voice not directed at him, but for him. "Uh—"

Logan suddenly cups his face in his hands, staring at him intently. "Tell me who hurt you."

"What?"

"There are those who are still breathing after hurting you only because I do not know who they are. You will tell me."

"What is happening," Roman nearly whines, hopelessly confused, "I don't—what are you doing?"

His words seem to shock Logan back to himself—well, sort of—it's getting complicated, alright? His face twists, almost in pain, and his grip gentles. His thumbs smooth over Roman's cheeks again, holding his gaze for a long moment.

"You are pretty," he says softly, "no matter what anyone else says."

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"U-um, I—uh—" Roman feels heat rush to his face— "if this is a joke, it isn't funny."

"Not a joke," Logan murmurs in that damnably soft voice, "I give you my word."

"…thank you."

Logan smiles. Not a manic grin, not a calculated smirk, not a villain smile, just a genuine, soft…smile.

"You're welcome, dear."

Roman swallows. "So…where do we go from here?"

Logan sighs, idly running his fingers through Roman's hair. "I don't know, dear. I don't know. Will you try and turn me in?"

"…probably not."

The corner of his mouth tugs up a little bit higher. "No? Still concerned I won't face the justice for my crimes?"

"Don't make fun." The seriousness saps Logan's humor in an instant. "I don't—I don't know what I'm doing, okay? Don't—"

"Shh," Logan soothes, and isn't that even more of a mind fuck— "it's alright. We can figure it out together."

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[diamondwind99]

Here’s my first entry for logince week, for the prompt “stars”. I think they’d enjoy stargazing together! Also put in a lil something special - that’s a real constellation called Phoenix, visible in the Southern Hemisphere. I think the Phoenix mythology is very applicable to both Roman and Logan in their own way. For Logan, I see it as the expression of the fire he’s been feeling he needs to suppress in favor of being just pure Logic and nothing more, which we now see slowly returning. For Roman, I think the last few episodes have really knocked him down and feeling like he’s lost a part of who he is as Creativity, and part of the finale will be him re-evolving into something bigger and better than ever. Their journeys are both very individual and very similar, and that’s a huge part of why I love exploring their storytelling dynamic together.

(also tumblr graphics killed the photo quality I'm kinda annoyed about that)

[halfhissandwich]

I CANNOT GET ENOUGH LOGINCE, I NEED MORE ❤️💙