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[intrulogicalweek2020]

Hi again everyone

I hope Remus had a good Birthday but the main thing i wanted to say was if you're looking for a new Intrulogical week check out

@intrulogicalweek2021 run by @edupunkn00b

Ill probably be participating too so please jump there and check out the new creative week. Lets keep this pairing alive and well!

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Fuse - Day 2 

Its very sketchy, sorry 

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Intrulogical week day 7- Free day

“Smoking causes an extremely damaging buildup of tar in your lungs and, in some cases, cancer.”

Remus licked the edge of it, rolling it up without even looking at Logan. “Maybe I like choking.”

So that was how it was. Logan shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked. “You are aware we’ll have to act as though we like each other for this, yes?”

“You’re saying you don’t like me?” Remus pouted. If Logan didn’t know better, he would’ve thought he saw a flicker of hurt on his face… But whatever it was, it was gone in an instant. “Why, that completely changes things.”

“I am saying, we must act like a couple.” Logan corrected, unimpressed.

-

Or, a ridiculously self indulgent fake dating AU

AO3

Content warnings: homophobia, cannibalism mention, smoking, and the usual for innuendos.

Logan wanted to punch something.

Ordinarily, he was not a violent man. He believed resolving your issues with fists was an outlet for those too unintelligent to properly articulate themselves.

He also believed, had he spent any more time in that room, he would have tried to pummel his father to a pulp.

Hands shaking with rage, he pulled out his phone. It took a few tries to click the correct number, and he slowly raised it to his ear.

“Logan?” Pattons’ voice was full of concern and, for the first time in years, he wanted to cry. He didn’t trust his voice, but apparently his silence was enough. “We’re on our way.”

-

“Allow me to duel them!”

Romans anger might have been sweet at first, but it was beginning to wear thin. Logan rolled his eyes. “Even if I believed they would accept, violence solves nothing.”

“But they deserve it.” Roman muttered, sitting back down dejectedly.

“Hey, no mister! Violence is bad.” Patton reprimanded, although even he wasn’t too firm. Nobody was the biggest fan of Logans’ parents right now.

“I was expecting this. They have expressed their… distaste, for gay people. It was foolish to expect any other kind of reaction.” Logan tried, hating how his voice shook as he spoke.

Patton put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re their son, Lo, it wasn’t fo-”

“I’ve got it!” Roman declared loudly, startling the other two. Patton opened his mouth but Logan, glad for the shift of focus from his emotions (... because that was uncomfortable), shook his head.

“You take home to them the worst boyfriend ever! Fake, that is. He can be rude and dismissive and swear-y and the total opposite to a gentleman. That way, when you actually bring home a boy you like, they’ll be so relieved it’s not.. That.. and have no choice but to accept him!”

Patton clapped politely. Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Even if I consented, what makes you think this would work?”

“Oh, trust me. It’ll work.” Roman told him confidently, and Patton leant over to whisper “I’m convinced.”

What was he getting himself into?

“... I assume you have the perfect delinquent in mind.”

Roman grinned.

-

“What do you want, fuckwaffles?”

Roman spluttered, and Logan was already regretting this. The ‘delinquent’ in mind had been his twin, and even though Logan had been his friend once… That was a long time ago. He barely recognised the boy in front of him, lounging on bench and smoking what he sincerely hoped was just tobacco.

Logan figured he would cut to the chase, to spare any more stupidity. “Allow me to be frank- I recently informed my parents I was gay.” Remus seemed to perk up at that. “They did not take it well. Your brother seems to think pretending to date the worst possible influence will persuade them to accept a less abrasive boy, and I… Am out of other ideas.”

“That sucks.” Remus said, sincerely, and took a drag from his cigarette. “But I’m not interested. Fanfic rules say if you fake date, you fall for each other or whatever, and no offense Specs, but I don’t wanna bang a nerd.”

Logans brow furrowed. “Fanfic..?”

“Yeah, you know- works of ‘fanmade fiction’. Where you have a hard on for some made up guy and write about him fucking a different character you project onto. Ro writes it all the time.”

“I do not write smut!” Roman said indignantly, going red.

“I know.” Remus sighed sadly. “That’s why your fics suck.”

Logan was pretty sure they were speaking another language, but he decided to power through. Whatever they were saying, it didn’t seem too important. “It’ll be purely professional.” Logan reassured him. And, because he was a little desperate… “And I can pay.”

Remus stared at him for a long minute, before finally putting out his cigarette on the bench. Logan cringed at the burn mark it left on the wood. “My first job as a male escort… Fine.”

Roman sighed in relief, and Logan nodded, sticking his hand out. Remus eyed it, then spat onto his palm and slapped it against Logans, giving it an unnecessarily tight shake.

Logan didn’t bother to hide his disgust, making note to wash his hands ASAP. Remus just grinned back at him.

“I’ll bring a spliff. When dya need me?”

Ah. Logan cringed “... Now.”

“Lucky for you, my evening’s free. We should probably get a story straight, first though- you wanna go for a walk?”

What choice did Logan have? He nodded curtly, and they started the walk in silence. He heard Remus drag out a sigh, and glanced over to see him pulling out some paper and starting to roll himself another cigarette. He frowned disapprovingly.

“Smoking causes an extremely damaging buildup of tar in your lungs and, in some cases, cancer.”

Remus licked the edge of it, rolling it up without even looking at Logan. “Maybe I like choking.”

So that was how it was. Logan shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked. “You are aware we’ll have to act as though we like each other for this, yes?”

“You’re saying you don’t like me?” Remus pouted. If Logan didn’t know better, he would’ve thought he saw a flicker of hurt on his face… But whatever it was, it was gone in an instant. “Why, that completely changes things.”

“I am saying, we must act like a couple.” Logan corrected, unimpressed.

“So you do like me?” Remus teased, elbowing Logan in the side. “But… Alright. We hooked up at that gig down The Crown the other week- naturally, I was the top- and it’s been non-stop sex ever since. Happy?”

“I am not telling my parents any of that.” Logan said firmly. Once, he would have blushed at that, but he knew by now better than to take Remus’ words at face value.

“Why?” Remus tucked his cigarette behind his ear- just to crown the ‘troublemaker’ look, Logan supposed. Smoking was repulsive and all, but… It did kind of suit him. “Chose it cause you were there- don’t want them to know you go out?”

“No, actually. Whilst that was not my primary issue with your suggestion, it is not a detail they know, or I intend on sharing with them.”

Remus stared at him, and he shifted awkwardly under his gaze. “You didn’t tell them?”

“You… Remember what they are like.” Logan reminded him. “Can you blame me?”

Remus nodded, but for some reason he was still looking at him. “How’d you avoid getting caught, then?”

“Some of us are good at it.” Logan replied with a smirk

Remus gasped and elbowed him again. “Fuck off. Not my fault my parents don’t trust me!”

“I sincerely believe it is.”

Remus laughed, and Logan couldn’t help watching him. For someone so harsh, he was… Cute. He blushed when he was caught looking at him, quickly shaking his head and looking away.

Remus didn’t like silence, though, no matter how comfortable. It didn’t take long for him to open his mouth again. “What happened to us?”

Logan turned to look at him inquisitively, waiting for him to continue.

“I mean…” Remus seemed to hesitate, almost embarrassed. Huh. Logan hadn’t thought he could get embarrassed. “We used to be mates, yknow? We talked about weird shit together, like- fuck, I don’t know, how tigers have spikes on their dick.”

Logan snorted at that. “I suppose we did.”

And the silence was back. It didn’t feel right, though- Logan knew there was more to say, so, reluctantly, he explained, “We were just… Very different. I was interested in my studies, you were interested in…”

“Eh, I get it.” Remus dismissed before he could even finish. “M’a bad influence- couldn’t have the model student associating with me.”

Logan frowned, looking over at Remus. “I don’t see why that should be the case.”

Remus startled, almost dropping his cigarette. He seemed shocked, and Logan almost smiled.

Before either of them could try and make sense of this strangely emotional moment, though, Logan had stopped walking and turned to look at the nearest house. They were there, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“... I am unsure if I can do this.” Logan admitted, taking a step back. He felt a weight on his shoulder, and looked up to see Remus’ hand. It was strangely comforting.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be the worst boyfriend you could ask for.”

Logan snorted and took a deep breath, holding out his hand. When Remus just stared at it, he explained, “To sell it.”

Remus made a small ‘ah’ of understanding, linking their hands and walking forwards with him.

Before he even had the chance, Remus rung the doorbell for him. Once, then again, and again and again and-

His mother opened the door angrily. “Logan, that’s immature and, quite frankly, rather idiotic.” Her eyes landed on Remus and they narrowed. “Who’s that?”

“Oh, I’m Remus. Pogan’s boyfriend.”

Her eye twitched. “That isn’t- Logan, can I have a word?”

Logan, who had until now just been watching in fascination- Remus really did have this down- subconsciously straightened his back. “Yes mother?”

“Alone.”

“Oh, anything you can say to him, you can say to me.” Remus supplied, leaning on the doorframe. “You gonna let us in or what?”

The colour drained from his mothers face and, if he weren’t so nervous, Logan would be genuinely impressed. “I have invited him back for dinner. I hope that’s alright.”

The look on her face said it very much wasn’t, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. She stepped back, forcing a thin-lipped smile to her face. “Of course.”

“Sick.” Remus walked straight past her, dragging Logan with him. “What’re we eating, then?”

“Pie. Your father will be home soon.” She said, message clear as she turned on her heel and left the room.

“I’m a vegan, so leave out any meat!” Remus yelled after her, before shooting Logan a grin. “How much more of a Karen could she be?”

Logan let out a surprised snort. “I must admit, you have this down.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started~”

Logan doubted Remus could get any worse than this, but a large part of him was rather excited to see him try.

-

Remus got so, so much worse. He insisted on sitting on Logans lap despite the whole sofa being free- and he did not blush because of it. Nope- and spoke loudly about how much he wanted to smoke.

When Logans father arrived, the ‘couple’ were met with a stare of confusion and, after a whisper in his ear from his mother, a glare. He cleared his throat. Logan looked up, but Remus just fiddled with a lock of his hair- something that definitely didn’t make him blush, either. His father cleared his throat again, and Remus seemed to acknowledge him.

“Oh, hi. You must be… Pat?”

“Matt.” He snapped, and Logan realised just how well it worked to get someones name wrong. “Aren’t you that kid Logan used to hang around? Real trouble maker, always in detention.”

“Sure am- guess you could say Lo and I have a long history.”

It was honestly impressive how pissed he looked already. Logan squirmed but, before this could get any worse, there was a loud bang behind them. Everyone turned to look, just in time to see his mother slam the plates down onto the table. “Dinner.”

Logan watched in awe as Remus strode up to the table and seated himself at the head, awkwardly shuffling after him. He saw his parents exchange a look, but they thankfully sat down, too.

The next few minutes were painfully quiet. His mother served up the food in a way that could only be described as aggressive, and his father glared at the wall ahead of him.

“You guys read Titus Andronicus?” Of course it was Remus to break the silence. When Logan realised nobody else would reply, and he’d have to continue… Whatever this conversation was, he shook his head.

“The Shakespeare play? I am afraid not.”

“Oh, shame.” Remus picked at the food. “This Roman war criminal, Titus, brings back like four prisoners whose family he brutalised and whatever. They’re kindaaa pissed so, as revenge, they kill a couple his sons and mutilate his daughter. He finds out and kills them, then cooks them into a pie and serves it to their mother. He’s killed by the emperor or whatever, but that’s not important. This just… Reminded me of that.” He poked the pie again.

Logans mother actually turned green. “I… Thought you were a vegan.” Was all she could think to say, thoroughly disgusted.

“That’s the thing about vegans!” Remus jiggled his fork in her direction. “We won’t eat animals or animal products, yeah? But we eat human products. Soooo, by that logic, we could eat a person, too.”

“Are you saying you’re a cannibal?” Logans father asked coldly, speaking for the first time since they sat down.

Remus shrugged in a way that concerned even Logan. “Just a hypothetical.”

“This boy’s a maniac.” Logan heard his mother mutter, and his fist curled around his cutlery. His knuckles turned white.

“Don’t.”

Everyone looked at Logan in surprise, Remus included, and he found himself going red- not from embarrassment, but anger.

“Excuse me? You bring a fucking… Deviant, like this, into our house, and then you have the nerve to speak to your mother like that? Apologise, right now.” Logans father snarled. He clutched the cutlery tighter.

“Only if she does.”

“This, uh, really isn’t necessary-” Remus whispered to him, cut off by a shrill laugh.

“That’s the first thing you’ve said all day to make any sense.” His mother spat.

“Probably.” Remus agreed, easily, and Logan stood up suddenly. His chair clattered to the ground.

“Don’t agree with them.”

Logans mother glared up him. “You sit down and stop this right this second”

For the first time in his life, Logan ignored her. “We are leaving.” He said coldly, grabbing Remus by the arm and storming out.

-

The second they were out of sight of the house, he stopped walking. He shut his eyes, pressed his back to the nearest wall, and slid down against it. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

He’d forgotten he wasn’t alone until Remus’ voice, uncharacteristically soft, called out “Lo..?”

He looked up, wiping at his eyes. “Apologies. That- none of it was fair on you.”

“What? No, I don’t give a shit about that. I signed up for it.” Remus dropped down next to him. “More concerned about you.”

“... Me?”

“Yeah, that was fuckin rough- just give the word and I’ll feed ‘em to the pigs, because damn.”

Logan laughed, a half sniffle. “I believe the phrase is ‘feed them to the fish’.”

“Well that’s stupid. Everyone knows you feed bodies to pigs.”

Logan decided not to question that… Instead, he hesitantly leant into Remus’ side. To his surprise, the other boy put an arm around him. “Specs?” He asked, after a minute.

“Hmm?” Logan shifted a little to meet Remus’ gaze.

“How come ya reacted so badly?”

Ah. Logan swallowed. He wasn’t too sure himself, really, but… “They had no right to speak to you like that.”

Remus stared at him quizzically, and Logan found himself meeting his gaze. They stayed like that, for longer than Logan cared to measure, before Remus finally asked, “Can I kiss you?”

For some reason, the question didn’t take Logan by surprise. He nodded and, grinning, Remus brought his mouth down to meet his.

[hydra-collector]

Intrulogical Week Day Three: Music

AO3

Ship: Platonic or romantic Intrulogical

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders

TW: panic attacks, self-harm

Words: 845

Summary: Remus tries distracting himself from his own intrusive thoughts. And while he can't do it alone, Logan is there to help.

Remus leaned against the headboard in the dark, mug full of burning hot ginger tea in hand. He hummed an absent tune, subtly rocking side to side. In his mind, he was forcing the song to play loud, drowning out his other thoughts.

He sipped the tea, not caring when the liquid burned his tongue. He pulled the blankets tighter around him, not daring to move his eyes from the spot on the end of the bed.

If he kept like this, he wouldn’t think about it.

It, it, it-

He snapped his fingers, spilling the unreasonably hot tea on his hand, and a record player appeared, playing the song loud, surely waking the others. He didn’t care. Not when-

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

He turned it louder with a thought, staring at it on his bureau across the room. Just a little longer and he could go to sleep. It would be fine. His dreams wouldn’t be filled with his own intrusive thoughts, just the ones he had for Thomas.

His hand burned against the cup, too distracted to think about how he’d gotten rid of the barrier between his hand and the mug. He took another sip, letting the hot liquid sit in his mouth. Some kind of stimulation was better than letting his thoughts take over.

He turned the music up even louder, louder that it reasonably should be able to. It was loud enough to hurt his ears, the same song droning in his mind.

And suddenly it stopped.

“Remus? What are you doing?”

A groggy-looking Logan stood at his door in his pajamas, messy hair falling over his eyes. His glasses were lazily placed on his face, falling down his nose until they were barely staying on. Remus relaxed the tension in his shoulders, not breaking his stare, but his eyes were on Logan instead. He placed the mug on the side table, immediately feeling relief in his tender palms. The song played lazily in his mind.

“I’m…”

He wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“Drinking tea?”

Logan pushed his glasses up his face as he approached Remus’s bed, kneeling on it by the creative side’s feet. He sighed.

“Is there a reason you keep playing the same song on repeat at one in the morning?”

It’s one already?

“I- I got bored.”

Logan didn’t believe him, he could tell, the logical side letting out an exasperated sigh as he shifted closer to Remus, gently taking the hands clamped on the creative side’s blanket. Remus flinched, the burns still fresh.

“What are these, then?”

Remus swallowed, his intrusive thoughts drifting slowly back into his mind. He tried to focus on the cool hands cradling his instead.

“Tea,” he nodded vaguely to the side table.

“Even you don’t just intentionally spill tea all over your hands. And you usually go on a rampage around the Mindscape if you want to be obnoxious, rather than just blasting music from your room. And I haven’t seen you look that still in a long time.”

Remus blinked at him. There was no way he noticed that just because he was worried, or he cared about Remus enough to notice his habits. There must be something else, he was trying to get in Remus’s head, trying to manipulate him like-

“Breathe, Remus.”

He snapped his head up, unaware of his shallow breaths. Logan’s hand was now resting on his arm, and he peered out of his glasses, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“You- you don’t hate me, do you?” he said in a near whisper, not allowing himself to breathe until he got an answer.

“No, I don’t, now breathe. You’re okay.”

He obliged, shoulders sinking into Logan’s touch.

“Why not?”

Logan was taken aback. “Do you expect me to?”

“I… it always seems like you guys should. I mean, I’m not exactly very likable. And I was scared, that… that you- you-”

Logan once again placed a comforting touch to Remus’s arm, circling his thumb slowly. “Just breathe. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

Remus tried steadying his breaths, nodding slowly.

“Just… will you stay with me? I don’t wanna… spiral again. The music was my distraction.”

“I’ll stay.”

Remus let out a relieved sigh, lifting up the blanket for Logan to crawl under. Before the logical side joined him, though, he summoned up a roll of bandages and lotion, gesturing to Remus’s hands.

“Oh, uh,” Remus offered his hands. Logan began gently rubbing the lotion on the burns.

As he continued, Remus could hear a quiet humming emanating from the logical side, mirroring the song that had been playing earlier. It was an easy distraction from the thoughts starting to rise up in his mind again.

“Bandages are cool, right?”

Logan let out an exasperated sigh, but smiled. He finished taping the bandages, crawling under the blankets as Remus shimmied down into a lying position.

Remus lost himself in the warmth as the faint trails of humming drifted off along with both of the exhausted sides.

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[ldrmas]

Intrulogical Day 7 Free Day Submission

~ Hey Guys. I wasn’t originally going to have a submission today but I couldn’t leave this alone. I had to see Remus in the Beeltejuice get up. Or at least see it as much as I could since i can’t draw for frick sake. I’m too deep in the fandom that I couldn’t leave it alone. So a story is what you get. My basis of the look is Will Blum’s Beetlejuice Musical look.  Here’s the look here 

Okay so here we go. Intrulogical Week Day 7 Free Day!  Warnings is that There is no Smut but heavy neck kissing. And Implied Sexual Teasing!  This is also to go with my Octololli story and my Day 5 submission that Logan has a suit kink.  ~ Halloween Day in the mind palace was usually like a regular day. It depended on the year. Usually it was just a regular day but at 7 o clock that was when the party started. Roman would spruce up the common room and they would have a Halloween movie marathon. A combination of horror, Disney Halloween, and fun Halloween movies. They needed the combination because Patton couldn’t do full horror movies. He would be a mess for the next several days if they tried it that way and they didn’t want to inconvenience Thomas like that. This year was going to be the first time all of them would be joining the party. 

This year was also so bad that Roman had the common room ready right at 7 am sharp. He wanted to enjoy this day for as long as he could. The sides were free to do what they wanted to do during the day but Roman made them all promise to start the party at 5 pm. They all agreed to his conditions. They would meet back in the common room and would start the party on time. Logan hid out in the lab Remus had made him on the Dark side of the Imagination Kingdom. He would never admit to any of the others, but Logan had got dressed in his Halloween costume around noon. He played around the lab like a mad scientist possessed. After being denied being Doctor Frankenstein that one year he was thankful that he could finally wear the costume and not have to fear Roman changing it. He might have been acting silly but at least he was having fun. He could admit that. It might have been the powers of the Imagination finally getting to him but for today he could let it happen. They all needed a little fun in their lives after how bad this year had been. Time passed and he made experiments causing explosions, potions that had no purpose, and he even made a notebook and pen set that would copy his notes as he talked to the pen.  He didn’t let the disappoint show on his face as he heard a knock upon the lab’s door. “It’s open.” He called out as he turned to a burner he had going and began to turn the flame down. The only reason someone would be coming into the room would be because it was near 5 o clock. He could hear footsteps stepping up to him. He reached for the water bottle he had within reach and took a sip. All the evil laughing had made his throat raw. 

 “It’s showtime, babe.” Logan paused as he recognized the line and the voice. He looked up at Remus for only a second then had the decency to at the last moment turn his head away as the water spat out of his mouth. Remus out right laughed as the water came out of Logan’s mouth and the poor Logic side started to cough from doing so. “What’s wrong, babe? Did I surprise you?” The Dark Creative side was dressed as Beetlejuice from the Musical. Remus had done an excellent job at recreating the look. With powers unlimited it wouldn’t have been hard for him to do so but still he could have half assed it as well. Logan should have known that Remus didn’t do anything half assed. Remus had taken the time to make sure the suit was the exact copy of the look from the musical. His jacket was covered in mossy splotches and was frayed where it should be. He had the stripped under shirt and pants plus his shoes were scuffed to accommodate the look. His tie was practically glowing even in the fully lit laboratory.  He didn’t give himself a full beard, but he did still have his mustache that was tinted green. His hair was also standing up, wavy, and tinted green as well. The two had watched the musical because Remus had found a copy and had really loved it. Logan wasn’t one for musicals, but he was one for making Remus happy. Besides the fact that the main character was in a genuinely nice suit throughout most of the play helped Logan to like the show. Once they had both seen it Logan had admitted that it wasn’t the worse and he had somewhat enjoyed it. The glow of happiness from Remus at his statement had made his meta-fiscal heart flutter.   He should have known Remus would chose this as his costume for Halloween. He knew Logan’s kink was suits so any character wearing a suit was one Remus was going to pick out of the others. He never missed a chance to make Logan blush. Which was what Logan was doing now. He was a little flushed from the choking on the water, but he could admit it was because Remus looked so hawt. The character fit Remus really well. Remus knew how to be demonic. Just like now, Remus knew his weakness was suits and to wear one that Logan would have to gaze at all night long would be the death of him. “Did I know how to pick them or what, babe?” Remus smirked as he adjusted the lapels and tie. Logan was still turned away from him but he knew eventually the Logical side would look at him again. “You…” Logan cleared his throat one last time to ease the ache from the laughing and now from his coughing fit. 

“…Yes, Remus, you picked a …an ideal choice of wardrobe. “ Logan admitted as he finally turned back to the Dark creativity and settled his eyes upon him again. He used all his willpower and strength to not let a blush devour his cheeks and face. Remus smirked slyly as he ran a black fingernailed painted hand through his defining gravity green hair.  “You did too, babe. I love it when you play mad scientist. You’re giving me a boner!” Remus laughed as he pulled out a femur bone from behind his back and waved it in front of Logan’s face. He smirked as Logan lightly smiled at the dumb recited joke from the play and took the bone from the dressed up creativity to set it on the table. “So Lo, you having fun?” “Yes. Very much. But I suppose its time for the party, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? I don’t have a clock in the lab so I must have lost track of time.” Logan sighed sadly as he looked at his work bench to make sure all the work wouldn’t cause any more harm while he was out of the lab. “Yeah, Roman’s been whining for you. Saying we can’t start the party without you and all that but…” Remus chuckled as he moved Logan to face him then trapped him against the table. He placed his hands on either side of Logan before bringing a hand up and burying into Logan’s sweat slicked hair. He tilted Logan’s head to an angel before settling several pecking kisses right on the spot where the green colored being usually would leave a dark angry claiming hickey. “…We could just stay here and do something more fun instead. I’m dying here, babe, I wanna hear ya say my name.” Remus recited the line perfectly and a pleasurable shudder soared through Logan’s body at the words. It was tempting. Very tempting. They hadn’t gotten to hang out together as much as they would have wished these past few weeks. To finally have a chance to be with Remus alone again was so enticing that Logan almost said yes. But this night was important to them all. Holidays was usually mainly Roman’s thing but Halloween was also really important to Virgil. Plus he couldn’t bring himself to say yes when this would be the first year Janus would be included as well. The snake being didn’t do holidays as much but even he had been truthful to Logan and admitted that he was rather touched that they would be spending the holiday together for once. So no matter how much he wanted to stay with Remus all night and make those beautiful sounds that Remus was hoping for he still shook his head. He eased his hands between them and gently backed Remus away from his neck. “As much as I know that we both want to do such a thing, it wouldn’t be fair to the others. Let’s go to the party. You and I have time to be together like this after the others have had their fill of us.” Logan said with a small smile. He also leaned forward and kissed Remus tenderly to keep the promise that once the party was over they could do whatever Remus wished. Remus smiled into the kiss but eventually pulled back releasing Logan from the table. He still took his white gloved covered hand in his own though to start walking them out of the lab. 

“You’re right, babe. On we go, cause like I said, it’s showtime!” They left the imagination kingdom as Logan laughed. Yes, it was show-slash-party time indeed. ~ And there we go. I hope you all have enjoyed. Thank you all for being part of Intrulogical Week. I have had soo much fun!  I Love this musical so much so if you do too feel free to message me so we can talk about it! 

[naminethewitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Additional Tags: intrulogicalweek2020, Day 7: Free Day, Hurt/Comfort, it's two am but I wanted to finish this Series: Part 7 of Intrulogical Week Summary:

Remus was expecting to spend his weekend alone, chilling and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. His plans were disrupted when his best friend suddenly shows up at his door.

@intrulogicalweek2020

[eevee-eclair]

Horrid Hesitance

Written by EeveeEclair

TW: hypnosis? Is that how I should put it? (Take a look at this post for context), a bad day, (tell me if I missed one)

Random side note: BOOM!! I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD!! I’ll be writing all week for this and hopefully I’ll finish this one! (I will NOT be doing NSFW this week, so don’t ask)

Important side note: The Thing is basically the Janus hypnosis headcanon, but with kissing and it’s a thing only Remus can do.

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Logan walked around the Mindscape, looking for his boyfriend, Remus. As much as he hated to admit he had feelings, he was feeling quite ‘down in the dumps’ as one might say. Between Roman pressing the ‘Ignorant’ button and Deceit, better known as Janus, impersonating him, he was in dire need of some comfort.

He found Remus in his room, drawing on the wall. He cringed a little at the gorrey scene he was drawing. He stood in the doorway, hesitant to disturb him. He looked so at ease and happy, he’d hate to ruin it.

Remus felt a shiver go down his spine. He giggled. “Some people say that when you feel a shiver down your spine, someone walks over your future burial spot!” He said to himself.

Then he blinked, remembering something Logan told him once. “Or… Someone is watching you,” he mumbled. Remus slowly turned around, smiling when he saw Logan. “Starlight! What are you doing here?”

Logan tensed up when Remus saw him. “Hello, Remus,” he said, blushing a little at the nickname. “I-I just wanted to…” he trailed off. Should he lie? No, Remus had lived with Janus for many years, he could tell when someone lied.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “To..?” He repeated, standing up and walking to Logan. “What is it, baby?” He asked.

Logan sighed. “It’s nothing, Cephy. Go back to drawing,” he said, giving him a fake smile. “I was just checking on you.”

Remus pouted. “You’re lying, L. What’s wrong?” He asked again, taking Logan’s hands in his. “You can tell me,” he added.

Logan shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he denied quickly.

“Don’t make me do The Thing,” Remus threatened.

Logan’s eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t,” he countered.

Remus nodded. “I would if it got me my answer. You can either answer truthfully, or face my wrath!” He joked, though he was deadly serious.

Logan stepped back, but Remus grabbed his arm with pleading eyes. “Remus, don’t do it,” he begged.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Logan shook his head and tried to pull away. “I can’t, you’ll hate me,” he said.

Remus frowned and pulled him closer. “I could never hate you,” he told him. “Last chance, tell me or I’ll do The Thing.”

Logan swallowed and hung his head. “Just do it. It’ll make it easier to tell you,” he mumbled, ashamed.

Remus gave him a small smile. “Logan, it can’t be that bad. And if it is, it’s not like I’ll stop loving you,” he said, trying to reassure him.

Logan looked up at him. “I know, it’s just embarrassing.”

“Then I’ll make it quick, okay?” Remus said, leaning forward.

Logan nodded, preparing for the worst as Remus leaned forward and kissed him. He whined when he pulled back, but he couldn’t help it! The Thing was starting to take hold and he was losing his grip on lying.

Logan blinked. “Kiss me again,” he said.

Remus laughed. “Maybe later, Lolo. Right now, you have something to tell me,” he said, smirking. “What’s wrong?” He asked, knowing this time he would get an answer.

Logan didn’t fight The Thing, he just let the truth tumble out. “I’ve been having a bad day and I was hoping for you to comfort me, but I was too afraid to ask.”

Remus frowned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Of course I’ll comfort you,” he told him, dragging him to the bed. He snapped his fingers and Logan was now in his favorite Space PJs. He leaned down and kissed him, reversing his ‘spell’.

Logan shook his head, removing the fog. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding on to Remus tight.

“For what?” Remus asked, running a hand through Logan’s hair. “There’s nothing wrong with having a bad day.”

Logan sighed. “For not just saying it. You were right, it wasn’t that hard,” he confessed.

Remus kissed his head. “It’s okay, I forgive you. Now, pick a movie and tell me what snacks you want, I’ve got a boyfriend to cuddle,” he winked.

Logan smiled. “Could we watch Doctor Who? And I don’t care what snacks.”

Remus nodded and snapped his fingers, turning on the chosen show and summoning some gummy worms. “Bone Apple Tea!” He said, handing Logan a worm.

Logan laughed a little. “Thanks, Cephy,” he mumbled, taking the offered worm.

Remus started rubbing his back, throwing gummies into his mouth. “Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”

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Seldom All They Seem

Intrulogical Week 2020!  Unlike Soulmate September, I’m writing one continuous narrative for the whole week based around the prompts :)

Summary: Remus asks Roman for a favor. Janus is terrified that Roman agreed. They enlist Logan's help to pull Remus out before he's in too deep to wake up from this Daydream

AO3 Next

Chapter 1 Hesitancy- Into the Unknown

“I know you; I walked with you Once upon a dream I know you; the gleam in your eye Is so familiar a gleam And I know it's true that visions are Seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did Once upon a dream”

"I can't do this anymore, Ro," Remus paced back and forth across the creative side's room, nearly knocking over the tv by bumping the cabinet.

"Careful there! Also, you still haven't told me what it is you can't do and you've been pacing for over 20 minutes now," Roman hadn't invited his brother in and had been in the middle of a rather important birthday gift that he wanted to finish.

Remus whipped around to face Roman, "hypothetically, have you ever had feelings for someone and you know they'll never like you back so you go slowly crazy watching them talk to everyone but you?"

"Oh! this is about Lo-"

"Don't say it out loud!" Remus jumped and covered Roman’s mouth, "this is a hypothetical; I do not have feelings for any other side no matter how smart and attractive he may be," Roman pulled him off and retched.

"God! Why does your hand taste like muddy peanuts?" he swiped his tongue on the back of his own hand to wipe off the odd and unpleasant taste.

"I was making mud pies and eating peanuts yesterday, duh," Remus smirked before returning to his pacing.

"And didn't wash your hands… ewwwww Remus!" Roman conjured a toothbrush to wash his tongue and backed another two steps away from his brother, disgusted.

"Can we please focus here? I need to get away from all of this. No one likes me- you can't deny that- and I need your help to pull this plan off."

Roman looked quizzically at Remus, cocking his head to the side and putting a hand on his hip, "my help? Okay, what's the prank?"

"Roman, this is serious!" Roman looked in his eyes and knew he was telling the truth, "I know you don't like me so I wouldn't be bothering you about this if it wasn't serious."

Roman sighed, "you absolutely would bother me regardless, but okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Hide me in a daydream," Remus asked earnestly.

"A daydream? You can do that yourself."

Remus pleaded with his eyes, "yeah but my daydreams always go off track towards my usual brand of terror. I need a break so I need you to create the dream for me."

"I don't know… that seems risky," Roman stroked his chin in thought, "but I just might be able to pull it off."

"Thank You!" Remus tackled Roman to the couch.

"Get off! You've had too many of Patton's cookies lately; you're smothering me!" Roman laughed.

"Hey…" Remus frowned and rolled off onto the floor.

"Okay no, you're not fat, just more of you than the last time you tried to crush me," Roman grimaced.

"No wonder he's never gonna like me," Remus groaned, grabbing a pillow and smothering his face in it.

"I thought these unrequited feelings were hypothetical," Roman smirked, grabbing Remus' wrist, "up up! I'm not knocking you out on the floor."

Remus begrudgingly got up and Roman fluffed the pillows, stacking them all on one end of the couch. At Roman's insistence, he laid down and took a few deep breaths.

"Alright, if you need out before I wake you up, I'm creating a beacon at the edge of a lake so that when you touch it you'll get pulled out immediately. Otherwise, I'll wake you up in a few days," Roman instructed, laying a light blanket over Remus.

"It's gonna be weird not having complete control over this. I don't suppose you could make a strip club for me to perform at?" Remus grinned, trying to hide his nervousness.

"You'll still have some environmental control. But if you want a break, I'm not creating any of your usual shenanigans," Roman smiled, almost fondly over his brother.

"Okay… I think I'm ready," Remus looked hesitant but Roman gave him a soft smile.

"You'll be fine, now go to sleep," with that Roman placed two fingers on Remus' forehead and snapped his fingers. Instantly Remus was asleep and Roman sat there crafting the daydream. He wanted it to be immersive enough for Remus to keep his mind off his hypothetical crush and general unwantedness. He almost wished it wasn't like this so they could do things like joint daydreams and projects more often.

Three days later and Thomas had finally started to relax without Remus' contributions. Everyone, even Virgil, felt more at ease and couldn't really pinpoint why. Roman wondered why he hadn't done this for Remus sooner.

Six days later Thomas' friends began to worry. He wasn't completely himself, not as spontaneous. His humor was blander. They asked if he was sick and he just shrugged. Janus was perturbed by Remus' absence but wasn't sure where to look for him. He could sense something was off and likely had something to do with the obnoxious side.

"Where is he, Roman?" the snakish side asked with an annoyed grin.

"He who? You'll have to be more specific there are several of us," Roman grinned, focused on lunch instead of Janus.

"Your brother, of course," Janus sighed.

"Am I my brother's keeper?" Roman rolled his eyes, "he's fine. And safe. He asked for this so don't worry. He wanted a break so he's getting a break."

"A break from what? How is he taking a break?" Janus looked alarmed.

Roman rolled his eyes at Janus, "relax, snake-eye, it's just a daydream."

Janus’ eyes widened in fear, "you sent him into a daydream? Do you know how often I have to keep him from putting himself into those?"

"He's fine! My brother can handle it; daydreams are where we're at our best and strongest," Roman scoffed.

"That is exactly what you shouldn't be worried about, " Janus advanced on Roman, eyes burning with fear and anger, "how smart are you?"

"Smart enough to never listen to you again," Roman looked away, hurt but starting to worry, "he hasn't tried to come out yet and nothing abnormal has happened with his body so… he can stand to be in there a few more days."

"Yes, a whole week was definitely a good idea," Janus groaned, "please don't try to wake him up right now. Immediately. Or else."

"Or else what? You'll try to humiliate me again?" Roman shot back.

"This is absolutely about us right now. I know it's difficult, but please trust me. We need to wake Remus up before he's in trouble," Janus sighed, sinking out to go to Roman’s room without waiting for a response. Roman huffed and followed.

Janus was violently shaking Remus by the time Roman rose up mere seconds later, "easy! Look it's my daydream so I'll just end it," Roman bumped Janus aside and placed his hand on Remus' forehead.

He could tell something was very wrong. Roman couldn’t feel Remus at all.

"Well?" Janus asked impatiently.

"I can't wake him up now. I don't know what's wrong but I won't risk him disappearing with the daydream," Roman shook his head, "someone needs to go in after him."

"No. I refuse," Janus stated flatly without a hint of sarcasm.

"I wasn't going to ask you, cobra lie," Roman scoffed, "I know exactly who it has to be." ---- "What? You want me to go into a dangerous daydream that you cannot control and in which logic holds no sway? Janus, did you put him up to this?" Logan scowled, upset at having been interrupted while scheduling the next week.

"As much as I wish this were a prank, no I did not," Janus glanced too casually down at his gloves.

"Look, I know you don't particularly care for Remus, but you are the only one he'll listen to," Roman pleaded.

"Leave me alone, this is too important," Logan rolled his eyes and turned back to his work, "please shut the door on your way out."

"We're leaving. You're not going to help him. Remember, Logan, you didn't accidentally tell me your secret," Janus smirked.

Logan turned around slowly, "and why won't you go save your only friend, Janus?"

"Well, I'm not scared if that's what you're asking," Janus’ human cheek tinged red as Roman snorted, trying to hold back his laughter.

"Fine, if you're a coward I guess I will have to 'step up to bat' as the metaphor goes," Logan stood with a smirk, "but if Thomas suffers in my absence, just know you're both on the top of my list."

"Yes, fine. Thank you, Wonder Nerd-" Roman winced as both Janus and Logan glared at him "sorry, thank you, Logan. I appreciate your help, honest." Logan grunted in response and followed Roman and Janus back to Roman’s room.

He looked so peaceful, lying there in immediate peril. Logan would not allow himself to smile. It's not like he was ruled by emotions like the others. The way Roman explained it, he was the figurative and literal logical choice to send in after Remus.

And yet Remus looked genuinely happy without the need for extra blood or violence hiding behind his eyes. Was this so bad? Of course, it was that bad. He'd do what he'd have to, for Thomas, of course.

"Okay, how do we do this?" Logan asked quietly.

"Well, why don't you snuggle up next to him-" Logan glared at Janus, stopping him mid-thought, "what? It was a joke."

"Just lie down on the other half of the couch and I'll send you in," Roman pushed Logan towards the couch.

"And if something goes wrong you'll be able to pull me out?" Roman could see the fear of the unknown in Logan’s eyes.

"If all else fails, find the beacon. If I can manage it I'll pull you both out but the beacon is a fail-safe. Please, find Remus. I'm… worried for him," Logan nodded his understanding and sat down.

"I'll try," he stretched out across the couch and Roman knelt to lay his hand on Logan's forehead.

"Thank you, Logan."

Logan closed his eyes, heard the snap, and felt darkness overtake his thoughts, color and shadow swirling and becoming lighter until he was standing on a plateau overlooking a large landscape, a single figure in the distance on the edge of the hill.

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Intrulogical Week Day 4 Notes

Curiosity- Remus loves to ask odd and semi-disturbing questions. Logan loves to answer them.

Remus and Logan have the same high school chemistry class

Remus likes to think up random questions but he tends to get in trouble when saying them out loud because it disturbs everyone

So instead he writes them in his notebook

At the beginning of the school year students are assigned a lab partner for the entire year. Remus and Logan are paired together

Logan is easily the smartest person in school, the only reason he didn’t graduate early was because his parents wouldn’t let him

Logan is pleasantly surprised when Remus pulls his own weight and doesn’t rely on Logan to keep their grades afloat

Remus has a hard time paying attention in most classes, but he makes an effort for his cute lab partner

It also helps that Logan is willing to answer all of Remus’ chemistry-related questions

Remus writes all of the more bizarre and disturbing questions in his notebook. They’re just questions that pop in and out of his head, so he never expects them to be answered

One Friday near the end of the year, Logan gets up to get something and Remus gets the urge to ask an odd question. So he looks for his notebook, immediately scribbles down the question before putting the notebook on the table and forgetting that he’d even did it

What he doesn’t know is that Logan’s math notebook looks similar enough for him to assume that the notebook’s his. So he pockets the notebook at the end of class, and Remus doesn’t bat an eye because he forgot all about not putting his notebook away

So Logan goes home and goes to work on his math homework when he sees a question about how many grapes you could fit in your butt

He immediately slams the notebook shut before realizing that he had Remus’ notebook

Logan’s been fascinated (read: had a crush) on Remus for a while now, and he’s curious to learn more about Remus

So he turns to the first page and starts reading the questions as he chews on his pen

Around halfway down the first page Logan sees an easy question about human anatomy and instinctually fills in the answer

Logan feels a rush of satisfaction at filling in the question, and remembers the starry-eyed look that Remus gets every time Logan answered his chemistry questions

Logan makes it his goal to answer every single question, looking up ones that he doesn’t know the answer to

He learns a lot about Remus through his questions

Remus tends to ask disturbing questions when his handwriting is shaky and his letters are stained with watermarks

Logan’s surprised to eventually see a question about him

He answers it to the best of his ability, confessing some of his insecurities

After that, a lot of the questions revolve around topics that Logan has brought up. Logan can remember when each topic was brought up, and he’s surprised to see little hearts and starts being drawn around those questions

On Sunday night he gets to the last question, expecting it to be about space (or whatever else he talked about on Friday)

The question ends up being: How can someone so unattainable steal my heart so easily? Could Logan Croft ever love me back?

Logan has a gay panic before planning

Remus spends Monday’s class upset because he lost his notebook over the weekend

Logan slips the notebook into Remus’ bag halfway through class

Remus gets home that afternoon and sees his notebook. He opens it and is shocked to see Logan’s handwriting underneath of his questions

Remus flips to the last question and gasps when he read’s Logan’s answer

It’s long and heartfelt, and at the end is a phone number with the message ‘Always be curious, and never be afraid to ask me questions. I would love to answer this one in person, perhaps on a date? Love, Logan Croft’

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Intrulogical Week Day 2 - Fuse

I am now aware that 7pm for me on day 2 is day three for the blog runners lmao

Also pretty sure I misread the prompt because others saw this as ‘wires’ fuse, and not ‘steven universe meets my shitty art’ fuse

Anyways mad scientist 

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okay day two uh i made this boy a while back but i stopped posting fusions rip 😳 he also doesn't have a name 😌

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Teal - Day 6 

I cant draw makeup so that's cool. Also I missed yesterday’s prompt because the new episode came out, Starkid was doing the live stream and I was busy so sorry bout that

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Intrulogical week day 5- Kinky

Soulmates terrified Remus.

He was terrified of missing his- where most people had phrases, sentences, a ‘you’re gorgeous’ or ‘my name is’, his was a single word. ‘You’. He’d had police officers yell that at him before… and, honestly, if they were his soulmate, he’d probably rather he’d missed them.

But he was also terrified his wouldn’t accept him. The ‘universe’ fucked up a lot, and it felt pretty unlikely it’d be able to find someone who’d put up with him based on what he was like as a baby.

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Or, a generic soulmate au with a liiiittle background Roceit!

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Content Warnings: as per usual,, innuendos! And some gross bug facts

Remus liked to joke he was fearless. He’d climbed more trees, broken into more buildings, eaten more weird shit and set more stuff on fire than he could count. But he wasn’t fearless at all.

Soulmates terrified him.

He was terrified of missing his- where most people had phrases, sentences, a ‘you’re gorgeous’ or ‘my name is’, his was a single word. ‘You’. He’d had police officers yell that at him before… and, honestly, if they were his soulmate, he’d probably rather he’d missed them.

But he was also terrified his wouldn’t accept him. The ‘universe’ fucked up a lot, and it felt pretty unlikely it’d be able to find someone who’d put up with him based just on what he was like as a baby.

His brother, of course, had something perfectly sweet; ‘whoa’. He’d been terrified of not finding his soulmate, too, but ever since their third school musical when he’d met the boy with the scarred face and tattoo of ‘be our guest’, the song Roman had just so happened to use for his audition, he’d been enamored.

And of course the scarred boy had to be Remus’ best friend. Or… he’d been the new kid, at the time, but Remus had claimed him as friend material before Roman swept in.

Luckily, he- Janus- soon became Remus’ friend anyway. Although, soulmate or not, he was pretty sure dicking down your besties twin broke the bro code. But no matter how many times he was kicked out the house so they could ��cuddle’, he was happy for them.

He was on his way home from the supermarket when he got the call.

“... You’ve gotta be shitting me, Jan. I was getting you groceries!”

Janus cleared his throat on the other end of the line, clearly embarrassed. “Wine hardly counts as a grocery.”

“Well it’s all you asked me for! At this point I’m just assuming you’re some kinda vampire that drinks wine instead of blood. Fuck, or as well as- if you’re draining him like a mosquito I’m gonna fuckin swat you.. Ooh, actually, did you know mosquitoes use six different mouth parts to drain your blood? Or that it’d take about one point one million of them to fully drain the blood from a person?”

“Fascinating.” Replied Janus, sounding thoroughly disgusted. Remus threw his head back and cackled.

“What I’m tryna say, here,” He continued once he’d finished laughing, “Is you’d better not fuckin bite my brother. Or… shit, actually, that’s your business, but I guess don’t draw blood? Or do? But that’s pretty-”

“-Remus-”

“.. Kinky.”

“You!” He heard a voice shout, and he slowly turned to face the hottest nerd he’d ever seen.

A nerd who was also frantically unbuttoning his shirt, pulling his tie aside and damn was it a sight. “You alright there? Not that I’m complaining about the show, but usually I’d get to know a guy first…”

The shirt finally came undone and Remus had to do a double take. Partially for horny reasons- but mostly for the word tattooed across his chest. ‘Kinky’.

“Is yours..?” The stranger asked, eyes wide with hope.

“Why don’t you check for yourself? But, gotta warn ya, it’s in a very.. Intimate place.” Remus winked for what was quite possibly the worst line ever, but to be fair, nobody could say his soulmate- if this was him- wouldn’t know what he was getting into from the start.

The man went bright red, adjusting his glasses in what had to be the cutest nervous tick Remus had ever seen. Not that he was already falling, or anything. “That may be… Unwise, before we get to know each other better.”

If Remus focused too hard on the implication of that he might short circuit. “Don’t worry, just fucking with ya.” He said instead, rolling down his own sleeve to reveal his own word. ‘You’.

He was suddenly very aware of the phone still in his hand- the laughing one. All he heard was an amused, “you’re a disaster”, and then the line went dead.

He smiled sheepishly at his soulmate. “I’m Remus.”

[hydra-collector]

Intrulogical Week Day Two: Fuse

AO3

Ship: Intrulogical

Characters: Logan Sanders, Remus Sanders

TW: kissing, fire/fireworks (?)

Words: 869

Summary: Remus and Logan make their way into the Imagination, getting a little more than pretty sights from their fireworks.

The cool night air surrounded them, a breeze ruffling Logan’s hair. There was barely any light besides the waning crescent moon, an occasional firefly, and the lighter held in Remus’s hand. Crickets chirped and cicadas buzzed, the night calm and silent.

“When can I do it?” Remus glanced eagerly at Logan.

“In a minute.”

Logan finished clearing the trees in the general vicinity, snapping his finger for each one. The Imagination was convenient in that respect. Any area you needed to suit your desires, you could make.

“And… now.”

Remus lit the rope, watching it trail along the grass. Logan yanked him back, stepping away from the fireworks. He tightened his hold on Logan’s hand as the fuse burned closer.

Boom.

Blue and green lights lit up the sky, the noise drowning out all the night time sounds. The sudden light burned at their eyes, but they didn’t dare close them. Not when the complicated patterns danced and fell, dazzling their vision.

“They’re beautiful,” Logan said in a near-whisper. Remus glanced over for a moment to see Logan’s expression, having to force himself to look back at the fireworks after seeing Logan’s beautiful face.

“Thanks. I worked hard.”

After they’d all fallen gently to the ground, Logan sat down with his hands resting on the grass, droplets of water tickling his fingers. Remus joined him, the cool breeze prompting him to roll up his sleeves.

Logan had no right to look as pretty as he did while he played with a piece of grass, a residual smile on his face, eyes trailing over the grass.

His eyes met Remus’s to find that the creative side was staring at him, expression changing into a smirk.

“Staring?”

Remus blushed, hopefully invisible under the low light, trying to mask it by matching Logan’s expression instead. “Maybe.”

“Y’know,” Remus shifted onto his knees, facing Logan, “I don’t think you’re told how pretty you are nearly enough.”

It was Logan’s turn to blush, their faces close enough that Remus could notice it.

“Well,” Logan’s eyes flickered between Remus’s, “why don’t you?”

Remus sat back onto his feet, distancing himself. “First of all, you’re physically attractive.”

“Going in-depth for your flirting?”

“Well, I thought you’d appreciate it, being direct and logical as you are,” Remus said, grinning at the logical side, “and there’s quite a few categories.

“The way your jaw curves, and how it’s accented by your hair. It frames your face, all thin and soft. Your eyebrows are stern most of the time, but I love seeing how your face relaxes when we’re alone. Your eyes… I could stare all day into your eyes, just get lost in the color. But you’d leave after a while, getting up with some excuse about having to do work. I’d stare at your ass and make a comment about it as you left, but be yearning inside for you to come back.”

Logan didn’t have a response, eyes transfixed on Remus’s, but the creative side could only assume he was blushing.

“Second category. Your voice. Or rather, how you talk. You assert yourself, you’re serious, and most of the time, you’re extremely confident. You’re not scared to say anything because you don’t understand why you wouldn’t say it as long as it’s related, which gets incredibly annoying with the others. You’re like me. You think of something, you say it. And you know when you’re right, which makes you the only person I will ever take criticism from. Everything you say makes me want to ask another question, makes me wanna listen to you rant for hours on end, even if I don’t give a shit about the topic, just to listen to you.”

This was beginning to feel more like a love confession than their usual playful flirting.

“And the third category, I… I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s just… you, your existence, being around you, seeing you be happy, and every time you make any sort of expression that you like being around me. Of course it makes me happy any time I get compliments on my work, but weirdly, even though you compliment my stuff more than anyone else, it means so much more, maybe because you’re logic and if logic likes something it has to be good, or maybe because you point out all the things I was specifically proud of, or maybe because I get compliments from mostly just you, or maybe just because I’m stupidly in love with you and you mean everything to me and I wanna kiss you so badly-”

He let out a small squeak as Logan was all but sitting on his lap, lips pressed against Remus’s mouth. It felt like a whole new fuse, a spark igniting along with the intense beating of his heart and warmth in his chest.

Stupid feelings.

He pressed back into the kiss, feeling Logan give a little bite to his lip. He refused to let them take a moment to breathe, losing himself in the moment. Logan held him by the back of his neck, his other hand slipping down Remus’s arm to lace their fingers together.

This was a fuse he never wanted to burn out.

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