#logan x deceit

[logan-the-artist]

loceit brainrot coming back STRONG

[confusedasever]

Story time: I regret my human design getting the scar to look similar made me want to cry like I can’t I gave up it’s whatever it’s not whatever I wanna scream I still can’t draw hats very well and I don’t think I ever will learn how to make them look natural but hey practice makes improvement.

Anyways

Loceit is one of my favourite ships. Two very sophisticated men who trust each other enough to be vulnerable in their own respective ways! Ugh I love it. Give me 1000000000x more plz and thank you

[beatriz-lioness]

Very old Sanders Sides art from my sketchbook (I'm too lazy to add watermark)

I forgot to post it back then 🤡

[littlerat2]

"Is now a good time to tell you we're dating?"

Ship: Romantic Prinxiety

Warnings: Kissing. I think that's it but as always, please feel free to let me know if there's any I should add!

Word Count: 822

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56439292

Summary: Just some fluffy Prinxiety I wrote very late at night. Probably a little OOC, but it was like, 4 AM, so shhh. Originally wasn't gonna post it, but my friends really liked it, and one threatened to eat my social security card if I didn't XD

Authors Note: Thank you so so so much to @logan-the-artist and @cats-soups for beta reading this fic!! And thank you guys for your kind words, and also for just like, being fuckin' awesome people!

Virgil awoke missing the warmth Roman provided. They’d spent the night cuddling and watching Disney movies, and Virgil had actually gotten some good sleep. But now his prince was gone. He wasn’t there to kiss the pinch out of Virgil’s browline, and play with his hair.

He wasn’t having it.

He got up to look for his prince, shivering as his feet touched the cold floor. He checked the time. It was ten AM, about two hours before he usually got up. He briefly considered going back to bed, but goddamnit, he missed Roman, and he wanted a kiss.

So he walked out of his room and down the stairs sleepily. He was met with Patton, who was tidying up in the kitchen, humming a happy little tune.

“Oh, hey there, kiddo! You’re up early!”

“Morning, Pat,” Virgil mumbled with a yawn. “Have you seen Roman?”

“He’s in the living room with Janus and Remus,” Patton smiled. “Logan might be in there, too. I’m not sure.”

“Thanks,” Virgil said, offering a sleepy smile as he walked towards the living room.

That was a problem. Roman and Virgil hadn’t told the others they were dating yet. Not for Roman’s lack of trying. He’d been ready to tell the others for a few weeks now, but Virgil insisted they wait just a little longer. He wasn’t sure why. He knew the others wouldn’t care, but that didn’t calm his nerves. Thankfully, Roman was being very patient. He said they’d tell the others when Virgil was ready.

Virgil wasn’t ready to tell the others, per say. He didn’t want to have that awkward conversation just yet. But he was ready to stop hiding. And he really wanted to kiss Roman’s stupid face.

Then it was settled. He’d decided. He was going to kiss Roman’s stupid face in front of everyone. And then, he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he wanted to kiss his stupid face ever again.

He stepped into the living room. Janus and Remus were listening to Roman talk about a podcast about gay vampires Virgil had gotten him into. He waved his hands wildly with each passionate word.

Virgil loved how passionate he could get. He loved listening to him talk about his interests. And he loved that he got to share this interest with him. He loved how excited he was to share with Janus and Remus, just like Virgil had been with him.

He made eye contact with Roman. The way his expression softened, just enough for Virgil to notice, and no one else. Oh, it had him smitten.

He all but sprinted towards Roman. He stood on his tiptoes, pulling Roman down by the collar of his shirt. He pressed his lips to Roman’s, his heart pounding in the way it always did when they kissed.

He could feel Roman’s initial surprise fade into contentment, if the way he smiled against his lips was anything to go by. Virgil smiled too, as Roman wrapped his arms around his back, warm and gentle.

He could feel Janus’ and Remus’ eyes on him and Roman, but oddly enough, he didn’t quite care. All he really cared about right now was the lips under his, and the man they belonged to. They were addictive.

He wanted to remain ensnared by Roman’s mouth, but figured he should probably let the taller man return to his conversation. So he leaned against Roman’s chest with a content hum, enjoying his warmth for half a second before looking up at him. A smirk grew on the prince’s face, his eyes alight with mischief, trained on something behind Virgil.

He turned around, seeing Janus’ and Remus’ mouths agape, shock plastered on their faces, as well as Patton’s, who had emerged from where Virgil did just a moment ago.

Roman burst into bright laughter that made Virgil’s chest warm. “Is now a good time to tell you we’re dating?”

The other three just gaped at them for a moment longer, not saying anything even as Logan walked in, his brows furrowed in confusion at the scene.

“Would anyone like to explain why we’re staring at Roman and Virgil?” He asked.

Janus just sputtered for a moment, before giving up. Remus took this as an opportunity.

“I- you- Virgil is dating my brother?”

“You didn’t know?” Logan asked, and Virgil shot him a look.

“You knew?”

“I may be trash at social cues, Virgil, but even I have picked up on the smirks you two share during dinner and movie nights,” Logan deadpanned. “And, my room is right next to yours. You two keep me up all night talking. You aren't exactly quiet.”

Virgil winced lightly. “Sorry about that.”

“That's quite alright. It’s well worth it.” Logan smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling softly. “You two have seemed far happier than I've ever seen you. I'm glad.”

“Aw, thanks, Lo.” Virgil elbowed Logan softly.

“Of course.”

[diehatecry24]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP BOUTTA THROW MYSELF INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC😭💕💕💕

[adalwolfgang]

Added orange cuz why not?

[anteonnix]

Oop back on that shipping bs

💛💙

[pas-de-duex]

Prinxiety Week Day 7: Music

Read it on ao3 here! It has an additional chapter with the extra prompt: Concert!

Trigger warnings: anger, jealousy

@prinxietyweek

Virgil Storm was on top of the world.

Underneath the bright lights, in front of roaring crowds, sweaty from performing his latest hit, he felt better than ever.

Right now, watching one of his biggest fans on a date, he felt like shit.

He had absolutely no right to feel this way.

It wasn’t even that Roman was a groupie or anything (gods know he had plenty of those). Roman was just a huge, huge fan. He went to every concert, every meet and greet, and every interview Virgil’s band gave in the greater Miami area. Hell, Virgil had even seen him in Atlanta, Georgia one time! Roman was a consenting adult who had every right to go on a date with whoever he so wished.

So why did Virgil feel so shitty seeing him with some guy who looked like he should have a wife and kids at home, not sitting with Virgil’s newly acquired crush in a witchy tea restaurant that had recently opened up downtown?

Virgil was supposed to be picking up some new guitar picks from Logan in five minutes. Instead he found himself marching into said restaurant, and sliding into the booth next to Roman.

“Hey Roman.”

Roman turned to him in shock.

“You-you, you- you-“

“Well hey kiddo! You must be that Virgil Storm Roman keeps telling me about.”

“Patton,”

“Let me tell ya, Roman here LOVES your music! He's got posters of you all over his room! He owns every cd, record, hell even cassette tape you’ve ever released! He’s been to a ton of your concerts! Why, he even dragged me to one in Atlanta last year-“

“Patton!!” Roman stared daggers at the other man, while Virgil gave a satisfied smirk. “Ahem, sorry, you’ll have to excuse my friend Patton here. He just moved to Miami from Atlanta and we are, um, catching up.” Roman gave Virgil a sheepish smile.

“Hey, no worries. Just thought I’d come say hi to my biggest fan. I’ll get out of your hair if-“

“No! Uh, I mean, would you, would you care to join us? I mean- you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, I’m surprised you even remember me, let alone that you know my name, I MEAN-“

Roman put his head on the table in shame.

Virgil felt his phone buzz. It was no doubt Logan wondering where the heck he was.

“Yeah, I've got some time.”

He quickly shut off his phone and took a menu from Roman.

“So, how long have you two known each other?”

“Oh Roman and I have been friends since kindergarten! I moved away to Atlanta for college, but we’re still the bestest of friends!”

Patton ended up doing most of the talking. Roman spent most of the time avoiding Virgil’s eyes, and Virgil spent most of the time staring at Roman.

“Well this was great, Roman! Now that I’m finally home we’ll have to do this more often! Oh and it was nice to meet you, Virgil!” Patton gave Roman a hug and waved to Virgil before heading

“So, just to make 100% certain, he’s not your boyfriend, right?”

“What? Patton? No! He’s just-he’s just a very good friend. I prefer guys that are,”

“Tall, dark, and mysterious?”

“Well…y-yes I suppose so.”

Virgil smiled and put his arm around Roman’s shoulders. “Wanna run an errand with me then, babe?”

Roman blushed. “Uh, sure! It’s a date! I mean, not a date, I mean-“

“It’s a date.” Virgil kissed Roman’s cheek and started walking towards Logan’s music store.

“Finally! Never have I ever had such trouble getting in contact with someone over guitar picks! Oh, hello Roman. Why do you consistently order 3,000 of them Virgil! If you wouldn’t sign them and throw them into the crowds, maybe you wouldn’t have to keep ordering so many!”

“Wait, time out, you know Roman?”

Logan looked like he was about to take off his tie and beat Virgil to death with it.

“That’s what you took from all that? Yes Virgil, yes I know Roman! I think I would know my own brother-in-law very well!l

“Brother-in-law?”

Logan was dangerously close to murdering Virgil.

“Um; how about those guitar picks, Logan? I’m sure Virgil is happy to take them off your hands-“ Roman murmured the rest of his sentence.

“What was that, babe?” Virgil asks.

“I said I’m sure you're happy to take the guitar picks and maybe-“ he murmured again.

“Logan’s not going to get them until you tell me what you want,” Virgil said coyly.

“I said you’re happy to take them off your hands thenmaybeyoullsignoneandgiveittomebecauseivebeentooverfifteenofyourconcertsandnevercaughtoneofyourguitarpicks.”

Virgil laughed. Logan rolled his eyes and went to grab the box of guitar picks.

“Of course I’ll give you one, babe. But it wouldn’t be authentic if I didn’t get to play you something first.”

He swiped a pick from Logan’s jar on the counter, and went and grabbed an acoustic guitar off the wall.

“Hey! That’s a vintage 1966 Martin 18! You’d better be careful with that!”

Virgil ignored his friend and sat on a stool Logan conveniently had near the wall. He strummed a few cords and then began to sing.

“At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song!”

Roman could’ve swooned. Virgil finished up his song, took out a sharpie, and autographed the pick. He hung the guitar back on the wall, then got down on one knee and presented the pick to Roman.

“Roman… would you do me the honor of going on a proper date with me?”

Roman took the pick with shaking hands.

“Yes, yes a thousand times yes!!”

[ethanthespookymonth]

A Dance to Remember

Pairing: Logan x Janus/Loceit

About: Logan has over worked himself with his work and trying to help Thomas. Janus on the other hand has gotten into trouble with Roman and Patton, and doesn't want to deal with them anymore.

"I needed this done today! Logan I thought that you were taking breaks!" Thomas says. "Thomas, I have been-" Logan is obviously lying, but Thomas stops him from saying anymore. "Go take a break for the day." The sun was setting already, and Logan doesn't bicker. "Of course, Thomas..." Logan walks out to the back of the house, and sits on the porch.

"I don't understand why you can't stay out of my business, Janus!" Patton had asked Janus for help and he decided to go check on Patton. Patton didn't like it, so he decided to tell Janus off. "You're the one that asked for my help! Why won't you let me-?" "Because you're a liar!" Patton covers his mouth. "I-im sorry Janus I didn't mean it-" But Janus was already leaving.

He gets outsides in an angry slam of the door as he struggles to get his gloves off, but immediately stops as he sees a sad Logan. "Logic?" Logan looks up. "Oh hey Deceit..." He looks away quickly and stares off into space. "I'm assuming something happened to you too?" Janus sits next to Logan. Logan nods and sighs. "Yeah. I screwed up on Thomas's schedule and so he was upset and told me to take a break for the rest of the day. And everyone knows how I get when I don't keep working." Janus nods. "I'll give you some space-" He goes to leave but Logan grabs Janus's wrist. Janus stares at Logan, but he sits back down and grabs a bottle of red wine and hands it to Logan. "To the struggles of being the leaders of our sides." And he pulls another bottle if red wine out. Janus tries to open the bottle but struggles. "Here..." Logan takes the bottle and opens it, handing it back to Janus. "I seem to be getting weaker every time I try to open these wine bottles," Janus says and chuckles. As Logan takes a drink, he unties his tie so that it just hangs around his neck. Janus stands up and takes his hat off, including his gloves and the cloak he was wearing. By that time the sun had set, and the stars were shining. "Is it alright if I play some music?" Logan nods and Janus turns on the radio. Janus takes a drink from the wine bottle and sets it down on the table outside. Logan blushes as he watches Janus dancing to the music on the radio. He stands up and clears his throat. "Uhm... Janus?" Janus stops dancing and looks at Logan. "Yes?" "Would you like to dance with me?" Logan is a little blushing mess, so how could Janus say no to that? "I would love that, darling." Logan takes Janus by the hand and holds him by the waist with the other. Janus has one hand resting on Logan's shoulder and the other being held as they two danced. Logan was only a great dancer because Roman showed him how to. Janus giggles as the two dance abd Logan can't help but look into Janus eyes. The blush on Logan's face deepens. "You're quite the dancer, Logic." "Guess you can thank Roman for that..." Logan chuckles in embarrassment. He spins janus around as the song ends, and slowly and gently dips him. Janus holds onto Logan so he doesn't fall, and he stares into his eyes somewhat lovestruck. "If you're going to kiss me, you should do it now before-" but he's interrupted by a soft abd gentle kiss from Logan.

[just-some-gt-trash]

No time for rewrites

This is my gift for @naminethewitch for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange ! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. She requested Intruloceit detective AU! So here it is!

Summary: After thinking they would never have to see each other again, Logan and Janus are forced to work together to prove the innocence of their newest client. Someone who both of them would recognize anywhere.

CW/TW: Swearing. Arguing. Remus being Remus. Sexual innuendos. Non graphic violence. Guns. Gunshots. Fire. Near death experience. Minor character death.

Logan adjusted his tie for what seemed like the hundredth time in the evening. What kind of person agrees to a blind date and then decides not to show up? Come to think of it, getting figurative cold feet in this situation actually seemed normal. Perhaps Logan should have done that instead of listening to his best friend, who insisted he was ready to date again. And now here he was, waiting for the person who made the reservation at the entrance of a fancy restaurant.

Logan glanced over at the clock hung on the wall. Maybe his nervousness was making him exaggerate. His date was only fifteen minutes late, not two hours like it had felt like.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." 

A way too familiar voice right behind Logan snapped him out of his thoughts. No, it couldn't be. Turning around, Logan was met with the face of the person who was once his supposed dead boyfriend, Janus. "It looks like we are both not pleased with this situation, at least there is something we can agree on."

Janus rolled his eyes, and Logan couldn't help but stare at how the scar tissue on his ex's face tensed at the simple movement. "Please tell me that you're not here for a blind date."

Logan froze, of course Janus would be the only man in the city he would match with. Unbelievable, Janus had the audacity to lie and stay in hiding for years after faking his death, come back expecting Logan to welcome him with open arms, and now somehow managed to schedule a date with him. Logan would have guessed this was a desperate attempt to try and convince him to get back together if it wasn't for Janus's surprise. He could always be faking it.

Janus huffed, turning to walk out of the restaurant. “Lovely date, really. Please don't call me aga-”

As he tried to get out, Janus was blocked by a stranger who frantically entered the place, leaning roughly against the door as if he was trying to stop someone from getting in. Despite the sudden movement, it didn't look like this man was in the wrong place at all. The dark green suit he wore made him fit right in with the rest of the customers that were previously enjoying their meal before the interruption.

The stranger didn't seem to notice or care about the several pairs of eyes that landed on him, looking for who disturbed the quiet ambiance of the fancy place. He let out a long sigh, almost like a breath of relief, making the massy hairs of his mustache move ever so slightly.

He finally looked up, locking eyes with Janus and smiling brightly. His smile reminded Logan of a predator showing off their teeth to scare their prey, and if it wasn't highly improbable, Logan would have sworn this man had sharp teeth.

“You must be my date! Or at least I hope you are, because I would love to rip that expensive coat off you and destroy your a-”

An employee at the front of the restaurant cleared her throat, reminding this man that they were in a public space and even if everyone could hear his inappropriate fantasies, it didn't mean they wanted to. “Do you have a reservation, sir?”

“Ooh yes! It should be under R. Foley”

Even with his back facing Logan, he could still guess the expression on Janus's face, which was probably not that different from his own.

That was his reservation, their reservation. Logan watched as the man showed his ID to the restaurant's host. “Very well, table for three.” She grabbed three menus and made a sign for the men to follow her.

Table for three. Logan didn't have any time to process the implications of that phrase as the strange man turned to look at him, only now realizing he was staring.

He smirked, his mustache curling up as if it had a mind of its own. "You must be our third person, like what you see?"

Janus groaned next to them. "Did you seriously book a blind date with two people, without telling any of them?"

"Yeah! It's more fun this way!" The man took both Logan and Janus's hands, urging them to follow to their table.

Logan sighed as he let this man drag him. This wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for Janus being here. The whole reason he wanted to go out was to finally be able to get over him, over what Janus did to him.

Still, neither of them found the will to object to their predicament. Logan wondered why. Was this man's -Remus, as he later introduced himself as- charm really that enticing to lure them in like a siren's song? Was Remus really radiating with such a powerful energy that it was able to dissipate the tension between Janus and Logan?

That seemed to be the case, because time went by without noticing. Unlike when he had first arrived, when fifteen mere minutes felt like hours, Logan had already ordered dessert after what felt like such a short time.

Remus's charisma was really working wonders on them, especially on Janus, who had opened up so easily in the span of one single evening.

Of course, most of what he casually mentioned were facts Logan already knew, but even when they were dating it had taken months for Janus to disclose such a great amount of personal information. Remus managed to achieve what Logan failed to do for months.

There was a hint of jealousy in Logan's heart, he was well aware of that. Not only because of the way Janus could easily flirt with the man who was supposed to be falling for both of them, but because of the clear chemistry between him and Remus. Logan would have felt out of place if it wasn't for Remus's constant encouragement for him to join and even lead the conversation, but he still couldn't help but feel like a third wheel.

Even with the amalgamation of confusing feelings, their evening was very enjoyable. Remus even managed to get Janus and Logan talking to each other, casually joking with each other like old friends.

Just when their last dishes were left on the table, as Remus was about to take a bite of the giant piece of chocolate cake he had ordered, the sound of loud police sirens started getting closer and closer, until it seemed like they stopped right outside the building.

Remus tensed up as soon as he heard the police getting closer, quickly and clumsily fumbling with his pockets, or rather, their contents. "Welp! This has been fun, wish we had time to bang." He took several crumbled dollar bills and threw them on the table.

Logan examined the one that landed closest to him, noticing it was a hundred dollar bill, and at first glance, he could see they all were. How many hundred dollar bills was Remus casually carrying around? 

Logan looked up at Janus, trying to figure out if his ex was just as weirded out by the situation as he was, just in time to see him catch a presentation card Remus had thrown at him like a shiruken. Another one of the same cards hit Logan on the side of his head, falling into the pastry he had yet to eat as he failed to catch it. Logan would blame it on being distracted, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to catch it even if Remus had his full attention.

Logan could hear Janus snicker as he picked the card up, trying to clean jam that had stained part of the text but only managing to smear it.

“Call me, won’t you? I had the time of my life squeezing myself between whatever your weird sexual tension deal is!” Remus stood up before any of the other two could protest against that statement. “Do not fuck without me okay bye!”

And in the blink of an eye, Remus was out of sight, sprinting to the back of the restaurant.

Left alone in an uncomfortable silence, Janus called a waitress to come over to their table. “I’m getting my dessert to go. We can share Remus for all I care, but we shall never have a date like this again.”

Logan sighed, considering his options for a moment before nodding. “Yes, that would be appropriate considering the circumstances.”

Both men were convinced any hope of any sort of spark reigniting was extinguished that night. Still, Janus couldn’t help but glance back at Logan as they headed in opposite directions. Thinking that was the end of it, Janus walked back home with a creme brulee securely stored in a styrofoam container.

But that was far from the end of their story.

“I refuse to believe this is another coincidence,” Logan stated, looking straight into the eyes of his ex-lover.

-------------------------------------------------------

“Oh yes, because I’m thrilled to see you as well, Logan.” If Janus’s grip on his briefcase’s handle got any stronger, the whole thing might crack open.

Logan huffed, an immature action, but Janus was an expert at getting all sorts of emotions out of him. “I was under the impression you no longer worked on assassination cases?”

Janus simply ignored his question, walking right past Logan over to the front desk of the police station. “Detective Adder, here to investigate the murder of Mister Underwood.”

Logan couldn’t even roll his eyes, childish as ever. He cleared his throat as he walked closer. “You must be mistaken. I’ve been hired to investigate Mister Underwood’s death.”

“You? Wasn’t your last murder case a poisoned dog?”

Logan struggled to show no reaction to the derogatory comment. “Someone close to the victim solicited my services. She is convinced the man arrested for the crime is not guilty, and the real culprit is still out there. There should be a scheduled visitation with the suspect.”

The guy at the front desk, clearly unamused with the rivalry since he didn’t even bother to look up from his computer, replied in a monotonous voice. “There is a visitation scheduled under K. Underwood for two people.”

Janus scoffed. “That is impossible, Mrs. Underwood entrusted only me with this investigation.

“It appears that she didn’t trust your abilities alone and decided to hire someone more qualified to fill the spaces where you would, figuratively, fall flat.” Logan replied, adjusting his tie.

“Look, either you both go in or no one does. Hurry up and decide, so I can go back to work in peace.”

Both detectives let out a sigh at the same time, glancing briefly at each other before nodding.

The front desk guy called a guard in, and they escorted them to the private room reserved for them.

Logan stayed silent as they walked. Janus, however, still had many thoughts to voice about the situation. “I do not need a partner. I cannot believe that rich bitch didn’t inform me she had hired someone else.”

“That ‘rich bitch’, as you call her, is still grieving for her husband. I would have made sure to have the best possible detective investigating to guarantee the real culprit gets a proper sentence,” Logan replied, deciding to contribute to Janus’s complaints.

Logan heard how Janus almost laughed, but was quickly able to suppress the urge. “What happened to Mr. I work alone? Is now really when you finally let me help with a case?”

Logan stopped as the guard closed the door behind them, walking off to get the suspect. “I did not need your help then, and I do not need it now, but I can't go against the customer’s orders. If Mrs. Underwood hired both of us. I trust she has a good reason for it."

Janus stayed silent for way too long, finally letting out a dramatic and elongated groan. “Fine. This is a business matter, and I’m more than capable of working through it.”

A loud buzzing sound echoed through the room before Logan could reply. The door at the other end of the room opened, dragging the heavy metal against the already worn-out floor.

The sound of chains moving around was muffled by a male voice, who casually chatted with the guard about the prison’s food. “Seriously dude, best delicacies I’ve ever tasted! Say, do you know if they have delivery? I’ll definitely want more of this once I get-”

The suspect’s eyes landed on both detectives, who couldn’t seem to catch a break as the day kept hitting them with more surprises. “Well hello there! You two took your sweet time to call me.” Remus smiled brightly, making his mustache curl up in that enticing way that always managed to draw Logan in. He raised his arms, the chains keeping his arms contained rattled with the movement. “I would have preferred to see you again without these, but we can definitely work around them, or with them if that’s more your style.”

Janus pinched the bridge of his nose. “There better be a hidden camera in here because this is way too much of a coincidence.”

“At least there is something that we can agree on.” Logan took a deep breath and stepped forward, leaving his briefcase on the table in the middle of the room. “I am afraid neither Janus nor I are here to resume our encounter from the other night. Please, Remus, take a seat.”

Remus’s expression dropped as Logan explained, but he still obeyed and sat down. “Please, this wouldn’t be the weirdest place where I’ve had sex. We can definitely keep the party going!”

“You are the primary suspect in the murder of one of Florida’s biggest jewelry companies owner, and having sex with two men who you've been on one date with is your main priority?”

“Duh,” Remus shrugged, “that asshole I got as a lawyer won’t believe a word I say. If I get the electric chair or whatever, then I want to enjoy myself before I get my one-way ticket to hell.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, sitting on one of the chairs at the opposite edge of the table. “Are you implying our suspicions are correct, and you are not responsible for Mr. Underwood’s death?”

“Right on the money, nerdy Wolverine.”

Janus opened his briefcase, pulling out the pictures of the crime scene. “Do you recognize this place?”

Remus looked at the pictures as they were laid in front of him. He placed a hand on his chin, forcing the other one to follow due to the handcuffs. "Yeah! That’s The Plume!”

“The Plume? Is there anything that could link you to this place?” Logan wanted to be the first to start questioning Remus, even if he was wondering how Janus got those pictures in the first place. But that wasn’t relevant at the moment. If his companion had resources Logan could use to his advantage, he wouldn’t question it.

Remus almost snorted at the question. “Link me to it? I know the place better than my own dick! I was practically raised there! My parents had some gambling issues or whatever and the owner agreed to take me as payment. Uncle Sleep taught me everything I know!”

“And that gives you every reason to be at the crime scene when the murder happened.” Janus finally took a seat next to Logan, and the other detective was surprised when neither moved their chairs away.

“Yeah, doesn’t mean I did it.” Remus crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a casino, do you know how many bodies we’ve seen? Those fancy rich men don’t like it when you owe them money. That gives you a first-class ticket to your death sentence.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. How many crimes have been committed in this place? And how many of them had gone unreported or unsolved? “Your involvement with The Plume is not the only reason you’re locked up.” He opened his own briefcase, resisting the urge to give Janus an ‘I can do it too’ look, and took several documents out.

“The cause of death was an unidentified toxin. Whatever it was, it’s rare enough to go under forensic radar, if they were using technology from the 80’s. When the police were looking for clues, your laptop was confiscated in order to look at the security footage. They went a step further and registered your internet search history instead.” Logan slid the paper across the table, intending to give it to Remus. It was, however, intercepted by Janus.

The detective scanned through the paper, snickering at the apparent coincidences. “You’re the only person I know who would be stupid enough to give this much evidence to the police.” Janus turned the document to show it to Remus, pointing as he read. “Fastest acting toxins. Flavorless poisons. Most poisonous plants in the U.S. How to poison someone without being caught? Seriously?”

Remus squinted to look at the evidence that incriminated him. “That’s what this is about? My stupid research?” Remus huffed, leaning back again and almost knocking his chair over. “I knew it was a waste of time! No one cares about accuracy in murder stories! But no, that stupid editor said my first draft was too unrealistic.”

“What are you talking about?”

Janus groaned. “Don’t tell me this is what I think it is.”

Logan looked between both men, his mind not being able to figure out the information both of them seemed to know. “What? What is it that he’s not telling us?”

Janus looked into the inner pocket of his coat, pulling out the presentation card Remus had given them on their date night. “I kept wondering what ‘Arranger of textual nightmare fuel’ meant.” He looked over at Logan. “I thought you of all people would figure it out. Looks like the rat man over here wasn’t getting a second date from you.”

Logan was quick to prove Janus wrong, pulling out the presentation card and ignoring how they were both carrying Remus’s contact information. He set it down on the table next to the one Janus had just pulled out. “The words on mine are smudged. As much as I love blackberry jam, I must admit it is quite a pain to clean up.”

Logan stared at the clean card for a moment, trying to pull apart the words and decipher them. Then something clicked in his mind. “You’re an author.”

“No shit Sherlock.” Remus twisted his mustache between two fingers. “With those police men looking through my laptop like they were trying to find the clit, I’m surprised they didn’t find my manuscript! Could have given me an honest review before sentencing me to die of boredom!”

“This is the most cliché case I’ve ever worked on.” Janus leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Are these Google searches related to said manuscript?”

Remus stood up abruptly, not giving the detectives any heads up as he jumped on the table, which miraculously didn’t break. “1979! A retired mafia boss is dedicating his life to preserving every plant at risk of extinction. After years of growing familiar with both the positive and negative effects of several toxins, just as he is ready to share his discoveries with the world, his old nemesis finds and murders his family! And now he seeks revenge! Will he be able to keep his humanity? Or realize the entire human race is doomed to an existence of cruelty?!”

The sound of the large metal door being dragged open was mostly muffled by Remus’s maniac laugh. The guards barged in and took the chain man from his arms, pulling him down from the table.

Such a passionate outburst. Good thing the officers were too busy with Remus to notice the blushing detectives struggling to maintain their professionalism.

Logan cleared his throat. “Wait, we are not done with the interrogation.”

“This man was going to attack you, and you want to stay longer in this room with him?” One of the guards spoke as they pulled Remus out the door.

“Ooh, harder please.”

“That was not an attack.” Janus stood up, walking over to the guards to stop them from taking the suspect. “A simple energy outburst is not enough to frighten or hurt us. We were promised all the time we needed as long as it was within visitation hours.”

The guard sighed, pulling on Remus’s chains and shoving him towards the detectives. “If you want to put your security at risk, be my guest. But if another one of those outbursts happens, we’ll be obligated to take the prisoner away.”

Remus almost bumped into Janus, but was able to stabilize himself before that. “I’ll be good! Or daddy and daddy can punish me if I’m naughty!”

The other guard made a disgusted noise as both of them walked out, closing the door again.

Logan sighed, gesturing for Janus and Remus to come close again. “If what you’re telling us is true, Mr. Underwood’s cause of death is way too much of a coincidence. Someone wanted to frame you, and they knew exactly how to do it. Did you share your story with anyone aside from that editor you mentioned?”

“Oh yeah! I give a copy to anyone who gets too drunk at The Plume! But most never come back for some reason.”

Both detectives groaned. That just left too many possibilities, too many suspects.

“We’re going to have to get you out of here.”

“Why is there always a fire involved when you are around?”

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Janus scoffed, raising his hands up as if Logan’s glare could shoot him. “I was with you the whole time! And I only have one fire in my crime history. Thank you very much.”

In any other circumstance, Remus would have laughed or at least giggled at the scene. He would have admired how the flames danced around spreading chaos while his fuck-toys argued as background noise.

Any other circumstances didn’t involve The Plume being the fire’s victim.

As filthy and sketchy as the place could look, this was Remus’s home, the place that raised him. And he could only watch from the backseat of a minivan.

Remus simply sighed. “There goes the tickets and client records. Now what, lovebirds?”

“If the fire department is not here yet, then the fire was ignited not that long ago. The culprit couldn’t have gone far.” Logan took an instant camera out of his bag, snapping a quick picture of the burning casino. “We should drive around and see if Remus recognices any person passing by.”

Janus started the van, not waiting for Logan to order him around. “Exactly what I was going to suggest.”

It took an hour of constant arguing for Remus to finally have enough of this situationship Logan and Janus had. 

“A’right, you two bickering my ears out is fun the first half hour, but come on! Do you really hate each other’s guts that much? I can’t even concentrate on people’s faces with your voices pulling on my brain until it bleeds!” Remus leaned forward, poking his head through the space between the two front seats. “Stop the car, pretty please.”

Janus and Logan shared a look, sighing but keeping their mouths shut this time.

The minivan stopped right in front of a convenience store. “So, I’m putting you two in timeout while I get some snacks for the road trip. Cool? Cool”

Janus pressed the button to lock the doors and looked back at Remus through the review mirror. “Not so fast. You’re under our care. We were allowed to take you out of prison as a witness, under the condition we would get you back before your final trial. One of us has to go with you.”

Remus tsked, slowly shaking his head. “Fat chance, inspector gadget.” He pulled on the car’s lock and opened the door, stepping out before any of the detectives could stop him.

“Remus this is not-” Logan was just about to follow him, but even with the door opened, there was something else preventing him from going further. He looked back to find his right hand handcuffed to Janus’s left, trapping them with each other.

Remus closed Logan’s door, leaning on the edge of the opened window. “Those are your get-along handcuffs. They go out when I come back.”

Janus raised his hand, staring at their situation in disbelief. “Were you able to take them off this whole time?!”

“I’m full of surprises, Janny!” Remus grinned, reaching to rub his wrist. “They were starting to ache too much, but I kept them on since you were like super paranoid about me escaping. And now you two need them more than me!

Logan grabbed Remus with his free hand. “Remus, we are trying to get you out of jail. Come back inside and take the handcuffs off.”

Remus simply pried Logan’s hand off him, stopping for a second to leave a gentle kiss on it. “Relax L. Why would I want to run away from such cuties? Until we get some actual action, you two won't get rid of me that easily.” Remus let go, taking advantage of Logan’s flustered state to lean forward and take the detective’s wallet out of his jacket. He turned around to walk towards the store. “Be back soon!”

Janus tugged on Logan’s hand, trying to get a closer look at the handcufs’ lock. He only got a tug back in return. “Cut it out already. These petty and childish actions are what got us into this situation in the first place.”

Logan scoffed. “Oh, I am the petty one? Are you going to drop the act and tell me how you managed to sneak into my case? Or will you keep pretending this is a coincidence?”

“It is a coincidence! Why would I want to work with someone who hates my guts? Who can’t even look me in the eye anymore?”

“And whose fault is that?” 

As much as Logan hated to admit it, Janus was right. He understood he could physically have a conversation eye to eye with his ex-boyfriend, but there was something else that kept him from actually doing it. Even now, in the middle of an argument, Logan stared at the street in front of them, focusing on anything but Janus.

Janus, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything but Logan. No one else would be able to read the man’s expressions, thinking his resting face was always the same every time, but Janus knew where to look.

The vein that popped on his forehead meant that Logan was annoyed. His eyes curved slightly downwards when he was sad. He adjusted his tie when he was nervous. Small traits and actions that everyone else would miss, but not Janus. Janus knew him too well.

“I could ask you to forgive me a million times, but with the way I hurt you, you have every right to reject them.” Janus looked away, staring at the street as if he was trying to decipher what Logan found so interesting about it. “We don’t have to see each other again after the case is over. I can move to another city and leave you and Remus alone. Stop with the coincidences and blind dates.”

Logan sighed, for once unable to find the words to reply. He wanted to scream, to yell at Janus and let out all this rage he'd been bottling up ever since he reappeared. Logan wanted to make sure Janus knew just how much it hurt, how much Logan hated the feeling of loneliness he left behind. But losing his temper would be counterproductive. 

“Remus makes a very good point. We will accomplish nothing if we keep getting distracted with nonsense bickering.” Logan wanted to get over with this as long as possible, get the payment he was promised and go back to his life alone.

“Whatever our relationship is, with each other and with Remus, it is not important right now. If I am more than capable of figuring out this case on my own, together we can find the real culprit twice as fast.”

Janus rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smile that was forming on his face. “You were always a better detective anyway. I was only dragged along when you used to let me get involved.”

“Falsehood. You have many more solved cases in your professional life than I.”

“Only because yours always had a dead end, not even the brightest minds could find their way out of it.” Janus glanced down at their handcuffed hands. “You need to stop being so hard on yourself. Those deaths or disappearances weren’t your fault,” Janus finally gathered enough courage to grab Logan’s hand. “None of them.”

Logan’s first instinct was to pull back, to pull strongly enough to break the dam handcuffs and be able to run away. But he didn’t, he only stared at Janus’s hand over his for what felt like hours.

Should he let his guard down and let Janus explain? Every time he tried to contact him, Logan only closed the door on his face, hung up the phone, blocked the number. Whatever the reason was, Logan didn’t want to hear it. What could possibly make you abandon the one you claimed was the love of your life?

Before any of them could speak, Remus rushed into the car. He dropped the several bags of chips and canned sodas on the minivan’s floor. “That chick! With the Dr. Pepper bottle!”

Remus pointed at the store’s exit through the window, successfully pulling the detectives out of their conversation. “She came to The Plumme a couple of weeks ago. Poor girl thought I was straight and wanted a fun night. Gave her a discount and a copy of my book instead.”

“Well, it’s the only lead we have.” Janus let go of Logan to start the car, stopping when he realized he was still restrained. Janus gave Remus an annoyed glance.

“Oh right, that.” Remus reached forward, removing the handcuffs way too quickly for the detectives to figure out how he did it. And just as quickly as he took them off, they were locked around Remus’s wrists again. “What are we waiting for? Go!”

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Turns out, following a random girl in a white minivan wasn’t the best way to go unnoticed. 

The girl had been able to figure out there was someone following her, which resulted in a full-on persecution. Janus had been forced to park the van once she ran off into an alley, and Logan and Remus rushed after her.

Remus completely misunderstood the idea of following someone without them noticing, or simply chose to ignore it. “Let me ask you something.” 

Logan sighed, even knowing Remus as little as he did, it was enough to know he wouldn’t shut up. “Go on, quietly.”

“Why are you working on my case together? I don’t know what your deal is, but I haven’t heard you say anything remotely nice to each other, not even when we had dinner. Why be partners if you can’t stand each other?”

“It wasn’t our choice. Mr. Underwood's wife hired both of us, for some ridiculous reason.” Logan still couldn’t believe how his work alone wasn’t enough to satisfy Mrs. Underwood. 

“That’s impossible,” Remus stated, still following close behind Logan. “His wife died like five years ago. He really fucked his gambling game that night, and we gained a shit ton of money.”

Logan stopped, so abruptly that Remus didn’t have time to stop himself before bumping into Logan. If Mrs. Underwood was dead, then who hired them?

“Looking for someone?” 

A female voice was Logan’s only warning before a sharp pain on his nape made his vision blurry and his legs weak. 

Logan tried to lean against Remus, a wall or anything that was within reach, but his mind was getting foggier with each second. Logan fell to his knees as he heard the apparently distant sound of a fight. He couldn’t figure out what was going on, his only clues being Remus’s groans and the sound of something -someone?- being punched.

Whatever was going on, Logan didn’t have enough strength to keep himself awake.

The pain in the back of his neck had mostly dissipated by now. Whatever he was hit with was only effective in leaving him unconscious for most likely a short amount of time.

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Logan tried to touch the wound, wanting to make sure it wasn’t bleeding, but found his hands once again restrained, this time by a rope.

Next to him, Remus’s familiar groans made Logan realize the man next to him was in a similar predicament. Great, they had been kidnapped.

Logan squinted as he looked around. Despite still having his glasses, his vision and all his other senses were numbed by the strong burnt smell this place had.

Reaching down to touch the ground, Logan could notice it was still warm.

There wasn’t much to see once his vision cleared, only the remains of some sort of establishment. Every piece of damaged furniture was covered with ash, and as Logan coughed he noticed the slight tints of smoke still in the air.

Looking up at the high ceiling above them, Logan found something that confirmed his suspicions. A cracked LED sign, long turned off that read “The Plume”

Logan tried to look back, catching a glance of brunette and white hair flopping around as Remus struggled. “Remus?”

“You’re awake!” 

Logan could have sworn the pilar they were tied to moved with how strong Remus’s pull on their restraints were. “What is going on?”

“I could ask you the same thing, detective.” That same female voice from the alley made itself present, accompanied by footstapes that echoed through the burnt casino.

Once the girl stepped in front of him, Logan could actually try and take a good look at her. She was young and thin. Her fragile-looking frame and blonde ponytail made her look like an innocent teenager.

“Impressive work you have here.” She dropped one of the pages with a copy of Remus’s search history in front of Logan. “You have no evidence, and yet, you somehow found your way to me.”

“And who may you be? If I’m allowed to know.” Logan looked down at the discarder page, just in time to see a high-heel boot pressing down on it.

The girl giggled, “if you have no idea, how did you follow me all the way here?”

“Thanks to me, darling!” Remus yelled from the opposite side of the column. “You just made such a good impression the first time we met. Heck, you may have straightened me out!”

She scoffed. “I should have known you would be stupid enough to mix us up.”

“Us?”

A loud bang announced the presence of another girl as she walked towards them. “Found this one lurking around, another detective.”

Janus groaned as his captor pushed him to the floor, right in front of Logan.

This second girl was a lot more muscular than the first, but they were the same height and most likely the same age. Given the fact that their faces were identical.

Twin number two, as Logan labeled them in his brain, blew a strand of hair out of her face as she looked towards the tied man. Logan could swear he saw her expression changing for a second the moment their eyes locked, looking almost scared.

The other girl turned to face Janus, pulling on his hair to take a better look at him. Logan could observe the same expression her sister had just a moment ago, once again vanishing as quickly as it formed. She threw Janus back to the floor. “I didn’t know you tried to hook up with the book guy.”

Number two scoffed, “Because I knew you would start acting crazy about it. Sue me for having a terrible gaydar.”

“There’s two of them?! Come on! Can you have this conversation in front of me?!” Remus kicked his legs, as if the pillar would actually move. “You know, where I can actually see what’s going on?!”

“There’s no need.” Twin number one spoke, “it’s not like you’ll be able to testify with your tongue turned to ashes.” She snapped her fingers, and twin number two walked out of the room.

Number one crouched to be eye level with Logan and Janus, who had his hands and ankles tied together. “Looks like someone didn’t believe our murderer’s story and sent you two to snoop around. What gave it away, huh? Did we choose a way too incompetent guy for our bad guy?Is it really so hard to believe that he could murder an Underwood?” She stood up, walking around to face Remus. “I thought he looked the part.”

Remus grinned. “Thanks! The whole serial killer aesthetic is what I try to go for!”

Janus looked over at Logan, shifting his sight between his wrist and the girl who had them trapped once he made sure to have his ex’s attention.

Logan seemed to catch the hint, making sure to look at the girl's wrist once she circled back around to them.

Twin number one chuckled at Remus’s comments. “I thought everyone would overlook that lost puppy look you naturally have. I’m surprised to see I was wrong.”

Logan’s vision of the girl's bracelet around her wrist was limited due to the long-sleeved blouse she wore, but the Underwood’s family emblem was easy to distinguish, so unique and extravagant that it would be impossible not to recognize it.

As twin number two walked in, carrying a plastic gasoline can, Logan was able to take a better look at the bracelet. Matching jewelry with the Underwood’s emblem, accompanied by a golden letter “K” charm.

Janus chuckled. “You thought you were so clever, didn’t you? Shifting the blame to Remus, thinking he’d be sentenced for your father’s death.”

Both twins froze, and number one glared down at Janus. “How did you-”

“That is not important,” Logan stated as he looked up at the teenagers. “That part was easy to deduce, but, why would you hire us to solve the crime you committed?”

Something seemed to click on the twins’ minds as they turned to look at each other. “You hired a detective?!” They asked in unison.

Huh, that solves the double booking question.

“Oh you little shit.” Twin number one reached behind her to grab a gun, pointing it at her sister. “I knew I couldn’t trust you, you wanted to be the only heiress from the beginning.”

“You’re one to talk.” Twin number two placed the gasoline can in front of her, trying to use it as a shield. “Killing dad was your idea. Why arrange this whole ordeal if he wanted only one of us to have his fortune in the first place?”

Number one tsked, not lowering the gun. “You knew what dad’s conditions were. There was no way I would get married before you. Even a gay guy thinks you’re attractive!”

“Nah.” Remus’s voice cut through the twins’ argument as he walked around the pillar. “I was just bluffing.”

Remus gave no other warning before launching towards twin number one, trying to grab her hand and take the gun from her.

Logan and Janus had no time to be surprised at Remus’s ability to free himself, again, they had to figure out how to do it before the fight between the twins and Remus shifted to them. 

Logan made his best effort to push himself up with only his legs, leaning against the column he was tied to for support. Janus, on the other hand, tried to wiggle his ankles free so he could stand.

And then, a gunshot.

Logan closed his eyes instinctively, afraid of what he might find when he opened them. The detective heard a thud, and someone gasping for air, a high pitched voice.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Logan opened his eyes to see twin number two on the floor. Her plan of using the red can as a shield failed as he had predicted, seeing as it laid next to her with two holes on either side, letting the heavy-scented liquid spill out.

Logan expected to hear cries, or any sort of sound from twin number one that showed at least some remorse for husting his sister. But instead, she started laughing. “How is that for weak and defensless, Kara?”

Remus used that moment of distraction to kick number one’s hand, making her drop the gun. Remus kicked it far before she could pick it back up. “You’re done. You will rot in jail like you wanted me to.”

She huffed, looking at the three men. “Oh, I’m so scared. You still think you have the upper hand. How cute.” 

Twin number one ran to pick up the gasoline can, and kept running until she reached The Plume’s main entrance. Having been too distracted by the twins’ fight, they failed to notice the pile of dynamite where number one was now dumping the rest of the gasoline. “My dad and sister wanted to keep me from what’s rightfully mine. Look where that got them. Do you think I’ll have mercy for a bunch of strangers?”

She took out a lighter from her back pocket. “Say hello to my father when you rot in he-”

Remus’s fist shut her up as he punched her in the face. “Why does everyone think dramatic villain speeches work?”

Number one punched back, and they started fighting once again.

The detectives were able to stand up, but Janus still had his ankles tied. He had to half shuffle half jump to Logan. “I’ll try to undo the knot on your hands.”

Logan only nodded, not being able to take his eyes off Remus. He wouldn’t last long with all the damage he had already received, and Logan was trying to find a different escape route or something nearby they could use as a weapon, anything to keep Remus from-

Boom.

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Janus was able to free Logan’s hands before the explosion.

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Logan undid Janus’s restraints once he was free.

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The explosion caused the ceiling over the main entrance to fall, blocking it.

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Remus was on the other side, safe from the flames.

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Logan covered his face with his hand, trying to stop the fast-forming smoke from entering his lungs. If he hadn’t been able to find a way out before, the flames and ashes made it impossible now.

He felt a hand on his back, Janus’s hand. His ex pulled him down to the floor, forcing Logan to lay on his stomach. “Stay down, we can crawl to an exit.”

“Right, because you’re an expert at surviving fires.”

Janus groaned. “Is now the time to make me feel guilty?”

“We are trapped in a burning building!” Logan yelled, coughing afterwards. “If we’re going to die, I’d say the time is as best as it's going to get.”

“Fine,” Janus spoke after a minute of silence. “If you want us to waste oxygen in this, be my guest.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “You wanted to explain, didn’t you? Then explain, Janus. What could possibly be the reason you decided to let everyone believe you were dead, and abandon me?!”

“I didn’t abandon you!”

“Really? Because disappearing for four years and leaving me to grief the love of my life sounds like abandonment to me.” Logan turned around, laying on his back and trying to look up among the smoke.

Janus sighed, trying to find the words to reply, to explain. “I wasn’t supposed to be gone that long.”

“Is that the best excuse you have?”

“Would you let me finish?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Janus coughed. They didn’t have much time for this. “The last case I worked on led me to very dangerous people, all because I followed the clue you warned me about.” That last comment wasn’t to stroke Logan’s ego, it was true. Janus had been stupidly impulsive and ignored Logan’s judgment, and that only brought problem after problem.

“They threatened to hurt you. I tried to get them off my back for months, to collect enough evidence to prove they were guilty, but they only got closer and closer to us. Your brother almost died in an accident they caused. I couldn’t risk them going after you.”

Alright, that was a slightly better excuse.

Logan sniffed and fakely coughed, trying to blame the smoke and heat for his tears. “Why didn’t you tell me? What I said before was true. You and I could solve any case twice as fast.”

“I wanted to protect you and panicked,” Janus rubbed his eyes as they started to sting. “The plan was to have everyone believe I was dead, solve the case and go back to you. But it was a lot harder than I anticipated. I went to you as soon as those people were behind bars, where they couldn’t hurt you.”

“And I didn’t want to listen.”

Janus snickered. “I wasn’t going to mention it, but yes, you refused to listen.”

Logan coughed, for real this time. He could feel his throat aching more and more with each second. “I had never felt such an intense amount of sadness. Every day for four years, I felt like a piece of my heart had been pulled out, as ilogical as it was. I couldn’t logic my way out of it. And when I felt like I was doing better, there you were, a ghost in my doorway. The sadness turned to rage. I suffered for so long, I cried so much, and it was all for nothing. You were alive, and I wasted so much time thinking I would never see you again.” Logan closed his eyes, letting the urge to yell and be angry wash away with the ash that covered him.

“It wasn’t fair to you. I get that. I wanted us to be together more than anything and I didn’t even consider how my decision would make you feel. I thought we could go back to what we had, like nothing happened.” Janus sighed, letting the tears roll down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Logan.”

Logan couldn’t keep talking. His throat hurt, his eyes stung. He could only reach and grab Janus’s hand, weakly intertwining their fingers.

Janus closed his eyes, feeling Logan’s pulse and the way their hearbeats synced one last time.

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Logan was awakened by the sound of sirens.

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Janus laid next to him as the paramedics treated them.

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Remus’s voice kept them grounded. It gave the detectives a reason not to give up.

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And they didn’t

“I told you I knew every corner of that place!” Remus stood next to Logan’s hospital bed, leaving the bouquet he bought in a vase on the bedside table. “I couldn’t let you two in there to die without me!”

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Logan chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You are the craziest guy I’ve dated.”

Remus sat next to Logan and held his hand, stroking his thumb over the scars that now covered the detective’s forearm. “But you looove me, like you love Jan Jan!”

“Love is a strong word, Remus.” Logan smiled softly as he blushed. He looked up, spotting the face of the person who was once his supposed dead boyfriend, alive and well, giving him that smile that had made Logan fall for him in the first place. “But we’ll get there. A second date would be a great start.”

[phantomhunting]

We're Here and We're Queer // Sanders sides modern teen AU

CHAPTER 1 - queer teens have immense crushes on each other and wont fucking CONFESS ALREADY.

<Next chapter coming soon>

CW: implied abuse, and intrulogical being intrulogical (mostly Remus)

Ships: Logan x Remus, Roman x Virgil, Remy x Janus, Emile x Patton

Patton was sitting in his room in front of the mirror, trying to make his light cyan hair look good, but it was too messy. He sighed, the reflection of his soft blue eyes staring at him from the mirror. "I hate this" he whispered. He sighed again and got up, going to his closet and taking out his favorite top, a baby blue vest with a white button-up. He put it on and grabbed his school bag and walked downstairs to get some breakfast.

There wasn't much to eat at home, even though the Mor family (which Patton was part of) had a lot of money. He decided to eat some overly-sugary cereal with lactose free milk (because he's lactose intolerant). When Patton finished eating, he could hear his father walk up the stairs. He quickly washed the dishes he used and placed them neatly on the dish rack. He checked the time, '8:10' was what the clock read. "You're late to school again." his father exclaimed as he entered the room. Patton started breathing heavily, scared of what his father might do. "I-i was just leaving!" He grabbed his bag and ran out the house before his father could do anything. He ran all the way to school, not wanting to be even more late.

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Virgil was sitting in the back of the class with his small dagger shaped fidget, barely listening to the teacher. He was waiting for the break so he could hang out with his friends. He and his older brother, Logan, have recently moved into this city, and a group of students have accepted them in as one of their own. Virgil always doubted if they actually liked them or if it was just because they're new, but at least he'll make the most of it. After two long and boring math classes, it was finally break time. Virgil put all his stuff in his locker and grabbed his food from his bag. He ran to the back of the school, which was where the group always stayed while in there. Roman, Patton, and Remus were already sitting and chatting there. Virgil was hesitant to approach, not wanting to intrude. Then, he suddenly felt a hand touch his shoulder. He jumped and let out a squeak, turning around to see... His older brother, Logan!

"Lo.. don't ever do that again" he tried to sound intimidating but he was so much smaller than him. "What did you get?" Logan asked, pointing at Virgil's lunchbox. "Oh- umm, it's just some bread with a piece of cheese on it" Virgil answered. "You know, you need to eat more than that, Virg" Logan's tone seemed harsh, but Virgil knew Logan cared a lot about him. They both walked over to the group, and sat down next to them.

"Virgil! Logan!" Patton called, happy to see his friends. "Hello!" Remus called as well, only happy to see Logan. "Hi..!" Roman whispered quietly to Virgil, blushing slightly. "Hey, Roman.." Virgil responded, hoping his makeup hides his red face. "Ree, is that new?" Virgil asked, pointing at the collar on Remus' neck. "Why won't you ask your brother~?" Remus responded, making a flirty face to Logan. "Ew- you could've just said yes" Virgil wanted to throw up thinking about his brother and Roman's brother having... Adult times. Remus scoffed. "Has anyone seen Barry? We were supposed to study now but he's not responding to my texts." Logan quickly changed the topic. "Probably still asleep, he oversleeps constantly" Remus responded, taking out his bottle (that's full of some blue liquid that seems full of sugar) and taking a sip. Logan is disgusted by the drink, but moves on, "he's usually here by now..." he checks his phone's notifications again. "Ugh, why does it matter? We're having a conversation here now" Remus rolled his eyes.

There was silence for a few seconds, only the sounds of Patton's chocolate chip cookies in his mouth were heard. "Wassup nerds" Janus sat next to his younger brother, Patton, and placed his bag of oatmeal cookies besides him. "Good morning, Jan" Remus smiled. Virgil and Roman rolled their eyes, they both disliked Janus a bit too much. Janus flashed a sarcastic smile back at them both, raising the tension.

"hey, Remus, may i speak to you in private?" Logan asked, cutting the tension. "Ooo~" Remus smirked. "About a serious topic. Now." Logan hurried. "Alright alright" Remus got up, and Logan followed. They both walked inside the building, they were out of sight in a moment. "Well.... Uh, Roman, did you see the vid i sent you?" Virgil asked, attempting to start a conversation without Patton or Janus. "I did! Wait- we're talking about the dnd one, right?" Roman hurried to clarify, and Virgil nodded, "yeah so i did watch it, it seemed really interesting! I'd love to do a game with you some day" Roman blushed. Virgil smiled awkwardly, wanting to show Roman his years of campaign planning just for him, but he knew it'd seem weird. "Hey, lovebirds, there are more people sitting with you" Janus exclaimed, signaling at himself and his brother. Roman and Virgil both burst into denying chatter, while Patton giggled to himself. They all spent the rest of the break talking about some math teacher that got pregnant from a different teacher. Remus and Logan didn't come back.

- - -

At the end of the school day, as Patton walked out, he saw two cute boys talking right outside the school's gate. He took a deep breath and approached them. "H-hey! My name is Patton, and I think you look really cool, wanna be friends?" He asked, seeming as innocent as a baby. The taller one chuckled, "sure. Im Remy, this is my twin brother, Emile" he smiled, and took a sip out of his coffee. Emile smiled a bit, already knowing he's got feelings for Patton, he always saw him around, hanging with hus classmate, Virgil, and he always seemed so sweet and caring. It was obvious he liked puns, just perfect for him. "He's awkward" Remy whispered to Patton, and preceded to be slapped by Emile. Patt giggled, but in a friendly way rather than a bullying way. Thats when Janus whispered into Patton's ear, "we need to get home, bitch" and laughed.

"LANGUAGE!!" Patton shouted. Janus just kept laughing. "Sorry, uh, this is my brother, Janus" he explained to his new friends. "Is Janus your actual name?" Emile asked, his sweet honey colored eyes glowing with curiosity. "Nope, its Julia. But i really hate that name, so i changed it. Too feminine" Janus explained, grabbing Patton's hand, "now, me and my beloved brother need to head home. See ya!" he dragged him off to the bus stop.

- - -

"he was amazing!!" Emile called, flapping his hands. "His brother was hotter." Remy replied, sipping his coffee like the bad bitch that he is. "Sometimes i really dont get how you're my twin brother and not some distant uncle of an uncle" Em joked. "What can i say, I'm the Picani with the most personality" Remy flipped imaginary hair (his hair is too short). "Pfft, yeah, right. You dont even know what you're gonna do next week, i already know what im learning in college." Emile joked as they both started walking home.

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The Two Princes, Part 1

Pairing: Janus x Logan x Remus (Intruloceit)

Twin princes Roman and Remus meet The Dragonlord

Trigger warnings: Fire, depictions of violence, Remus being Remus.

Read it on ao3 here!

Taglist: @prince-rowan-of-the-forest @sleepy-nova-tea

“Bet your horse can’t trot as fast as mine!”

Roman chuckled as his brother took off. 

“When will he learn, Desponia? You’re much faster than your brother,” Roman snapped at the horse's regions. “And so am I!” 

He took off after his brother with a hyah! Desponia trotted as fast as she could, easily following Remus and Airon’s tracks. He soon caught up with his brother, who smirked at him.

“Bet your horse can’t jump as high as mine!” 

“What? The only thing to jump around here is- Remus!”  

Remus smiled and took off for the ravine.

“By the gods. He’s going to kill himself one day.” Roman muttered. 

He cantered after his brother, trying to conserve Desponia’s energy. They were on a three day hunting trip after all. By the time he made it to the ravine, Remus was already on the other side. 

“Come on Ro-bro! I’ve got something to show you!”

Roman chuckled. “Ready, Desponia?”

The horse whinnied in response. Roman backtracked a few steps, and with a bounding leap he and Desponia cleared the ravine. 

“Ha! Remus, you should really know by now, anything you can do, I can do better!” 

“Even hunting a dragon?” 

“Of course! Of course! One would have to leave The Dragonlands, though. And that hasn’t happened in over a thousand years!” 

Remus smirked and dismounted his horse, Airon. Roman followed suit, and followed Remus a few steps into the forest. 

“Explain that, then.” 

Roman couldn’t believe what Remus was pointing to. It was indeed a large footprint, with three toes and three claws protruding from it. Could it be? Could a dragon be in Roman and Remus’s kingdom? 

“It can’t be.”

Remus smiled and shrugged. “Only one way to find out.” 

Roman nodded in agreement. The two princes returned to their horses, gathered their weapons, and slowly followed the tracks. The pair moved in sync, as they had so many times before. The Princes were experienced hunters, having trained since they were young. 

Their Aunt Patty demanded it be so. 

Roman and Remus’s parents were killed when they were very young. A group of assassins snuck into the castle on the eve of their fifth birthday. Their parents had thrown them a grand ball. Remus was sneaking around the castle, trying to avoid a punishment from their governess. Roman had been dancing with his mother in the ballroom. 

His mother must’ve heard the pistol cock. He remembered her messing up the dance, putting herself in front of the assassin. The coward shot her in the back, causing her to fall on to Roman. 

“Messalina!” Their father attempted to run to her aid, when another shot rang out, killing him as well. 

Roman had clung to his mother as the ballroom erupted into chaos. He kept his eyes closed as people ran into him as they tried to escape. 

“Mother? Mother, please wake up,” he begged. He knew she would know what to do. “Mother?” 

Remus was wandering the halls, laughing as ‘Nanny Red’ chased him. 

“Remus Capet! Your parents are waiting for you! You come put on your formal wear this instant!” 

“No! I won’t and you can’t make me!”

Remus wishes he had. Then maybe he could’ve said goodbye. 

He rapidly turned a corner and ran into a mage wearing a dark robe.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going Mister!” 

The Mage chuckled. “Prince Remus, I presume?” 

“What’s it to ya?” 

The Mage started an incantation, and threw a blue glow in Remus's direction. Remus jumped out of the way, laughing.

“Ha ha ha! Can’t catch me! Can’t catch me!” The Prince avoided every spell the mage threw at him, before finally running off and hiding in a cupboard. 

That’s where ‘Nanny Red’ found him hours later, after the entire staff had searched the castle high and low for him. And with the assassins in the wind, they had all feared the worst. 

“What? What could I possibly have done this time?” Remus asked.

‘Nanny Red’ dragged him into his room, where he was met with a crying Roman.

“Ro-bro?” 

“Re-Re!” 

Roman had enveloped him in the tightest hug. They were locked in their room until the next night, when their Aunt Patty came to be their guardian and regent until they came of age. 

A day that was quickly approaching. 

“The tracks end a few feet away,” Remus whispered. 

Roman nodded in response. He started to walk towards the end of the trail until he heard a CRACK! 

The Princes stopped. 

CRACK! 

Roman pointed to their right, and Remus nodded. They slowly headed towards the noise, readying their weapons, when a loud roar echoed throughout the forest.

“WHO DARES ATTACK A DRAGON'S MATE!?!?” 

Roman had enough foresight to grab his shield before the fire began. He and Remus hid behind it until the fire stopped.

“Well, guess we found the dragon!” Remus cackled. 

“Janus! You should not have come this far from the cave!” 

A mage with broken glasses, disheveled hair, and torn clothes appeared from the bushes. 

A large, golden dragon landed next to him and nuzzled into his arms.

“I’m sorry my love, but I heard them following you and worried you might’ve been in danger.” 

The mage chuckled. “Who, these two? Please! I could take them in my sleep.” 

Roman made a noise of offense. “Excuse me? I am the crown Prince, Roman Capetian of Reston. I have training in all forms of combat. There is no way a scrawny mage like you could ever defeat me.”  

The mage scoffs. “Scrawny? Please. A few months in this wilderness may have affected my body, but my mind is still brilliantly inact, your highness.” The mage whispered an incantation, which sent Remus flying into the air. He landed back next to Roman, laughing and clapping his hands.

“Again! Again!” 

The mage rolled his eyes. “Come, Janus, you should not be this far from the cave.” 

“Not so fast,” Roman pointed his sword at the mage. “Who are you, and why have you brought a dragon into my kingdom?” 

The dragon growled and stepped between the mage and the sword. 

“Janus,”

“Drop the sword, highness.” The dragon spat. 

“Not until you leave.” 

The dragon growled, and Roman drew back his sword.

“Janus!”

The dragon and the prince lunged for each other. The mage quickly cast a spell, causing the two to freeze.

“Whoah, how’d you do that ?” Remus asks.

“M-magic! Now, could you please, please get your brother away from Janus? I can’t hold this spell forever!” 

Remus nodded and pulled the sword from his brother's hands. He took hold of Roman’s chest, and nodded to the mage. He released the spell, causing Roman to thrash in Remus’s arms, and the dragon flew into the trees. 

“Remus! Unhand me this instant!” 

“Sorry Ro-bro, no can do! I wanna find out more about these two hot tamales.” Remus winked at the mage as the dragon flew back to them.

“Logan, what was that for?” He growled. 

The Mage, Logan, scoffed and crossed his arms. “I’d prefer it if we didn’t cause an all out war between Reston and the Dragonlands. Especially in the state we’re in.” 

The dragon huffed and sat down next to Logan. “I suppose.” 

Roman continued to struggle in Remus’s arms. “See? They’re giving up! Let me go!” 

Remus rolled his eyes. “Roman, stop it. They’re clearly not here to cause us harm. Will you please stop?” 

“Never! A true warrior never gives up!” 

Remus gave a slow whistle, and soon their horses came galloping through the woods. The dragon snarled at them, but they remained unphased.

“Logan, would you be so kind as to get into the left saddlebag? There should be some rope in there we can-“

“Remus! How dare you! This is high treason! I’ll have you arrested!” 

Remus rolled his eyes again. “Oh please. You and I both know I commit way more treasonous things than this daily, and you have yet to have me arrested.” 

Logan graciously got the rope and tied an intricate knot around Roman’s wrists. Remus had the horses kneel and sat Roman atop of Desponia. 

“Allow me to introduce us more properly. I am Remus Capet, Prince of Reston. This asshole is Crowned Prince Roman the Idiot. And you two,” Remus took Logan’s hand and kissed it. “Are two of the most beautiful creatures I’ve ever seen.” He offered his hand to Janus, but the dragon either didn’t know what it meant, or had no intention of giving him his hand. Or… claw? Remus wasn’t sure what the proper terminology was. 

The mage and the dragon shared a look. A long look. Finally the mage turned back to Remus. 

“Greetings, your highness. I am Logan Crofter, student at the Le Fey School of Magic. And this is Janus, The Dragonlord.” 

Remus’s eyes widened. “The Dragonlord? As in, ruler of all dragons?” 

The Dragon nods.

“No offense, but what the hell are you doing here? I mean, we’re very happy to have you, but, what the hell are you doing here?”

The dragon looked away from them. Logan sighed. 

“We were attacked. Other dragons got… jealous of Janus and I’s relationship. We were driven out and Janus… Janus was wounded.” 

The dragon growled. 

“Well I’m sorry Janus! But it’s true! You’re injured and there isn’t a damn thing we can do about it because we lost The Fire Ruby!”

Janus growled even louder, then took flight. Logan sat on the ground and put his head in his hands. 

“You ok Lolo?” Remus sat down next to the mage. 

“Please, please don’t call me that.”

Remus nodded. “You alright, Logan?” 

“Janus has been… difficult since his injury. Dragons are proud creatures. He doesn’t want to admit he needs help. I admit it… can be rather difficult. It took me almost failing a class to understand that…”

Remus chuckled. “Well, what if you’re the one who asks for help?” 

“Wh-what?” 

“Well, if Janus is as attached to you as I think he is, if you were to say, come back to the palace with me, wouldn’t he follow you?”

“Perhaps, but,”

“Well then,” Remus stood and offered Logan his hand. “I would like to officially invite you and the dragonlord to the palace. So we can help you, of course.” 

“I…I accept.” 

“Wonderful.” Remus winked as Logan accepted his hand. He helped the mage to his feet and led him over to the kneeling horses. 

“No! Remus! I refuse to have them in my castle! Remus, are you even listening to me? Remus. Remus!” 

…

Janus had begrudgingly come back to the palace with them. He refused Remus’s generous offer to allow Logan to ride with him, and instead insisted on flying the whole way there. 

“Janus, this is ridiculous! You’re wasting an unnecessary amount of energy! Energy you could be preserving to help yourself heal.” 

“You know that that’s impossible.” The Dragonlord growled. 

“Since you refuse to let me try, I refuse to believe it.” 

They made it back to the palace two days later. 

“Your highnesses! Is everything alright? You weren’t expected back for- holy heracles! Is that a dragon?” 

Several guards raised their weapons towards Janus, causing him to become startled. He hurried to stretch out his body, allowing himself to look bigger than he was. 

“Ah! Janus!”

In his haste, Janus threw Logan off of his back. Remus leapt off of his horse, somersaulted, and managed to catch Logan in his arms. 

“Oh, um, thank you, Remus.” Logan said. “You ah, you can put me down now.” 

“Ugh, if I have to.” 

“Let me GO!” 

The guards managed to get some nets around Janus’s muzzle, and one began stabbing at his injured leg. 

“No! Don’t hurt him! Please!” Logan tried grabbing at one of the guards, who easily shook him off. 

“Enough! Guards, stop this!” Remus demanded. 

The guards immediately stopped. Logan pushed past them and started pulling the nets off of Janus. 

“Your highness,”

“As long as they’re here, no harm is to come to the mage OR the dragon! They are my official guests. Understood?”

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Good. Do me a favor, deposit his royal asshole-iness to his chambers will you?” Remus handed the horse's reins to a guard, then ushered Logan and Janus past them all. 

“Remus! They cannot stay here! Remus, Remus!!” 

…

Remus opened the doors to an old barn. 

“Nobody uses this place anymore. Not since…”

Not since his parents died. 

“Anyways, you can stay here. Unless you’d prefer a small cramped room in the castle?”

Logan and Janus looked around. 

“No. This will be just fine. Thank you, Remus.” 

…

Remus didn’t hate to admit: Logan cleaned up very nicely. The Mage had been in and out of the castle over the past few days, haggling various things off of servants. Soap, hot water, food, and books just to name a few.

“You know, I can assign a servant to you. Might save you the trouble of having to haggle with everyone.”

The Mage looked up from a book he had been reading. “Oh, um, that would be nice, I suppose. Thank you, Remus.”

Remus’s heart fluttered every time Logan said his name.

Well, his heart and his dick. 

It didn’t bother Remus that The Dragonlord already had a claim on Logan. If anything, that made him even more alluring. I mean, the literal ruler of dragons being your lover and protectorate? Where could Remus sign up for that?

“You know, I think that’s the third time this week I’ve seen you read that book.” Remus says. 

Logan tucked his hair behind his ears and blushed. 

“Yes, well, it’s, it’s the only one I’ve managed to get. I suppose I should return it-”

“Nonsense! If you like it, it’s yours! In fact, follow me! There’s something I should show you!” 

Remus grabbed Logan’s hand and raced through the castle. 

“Remus! How many times have I told you- no running in the castle!” 

“Sorry Aunt Patty!” Remus hollered back. 

“You-you have an Aunt Patty too?” Logan asked. 

“Of course! I think everyone has an Aunt Patty, don’t they?”

Logan didn’t know how to respond. Remus continued running, cutting corners quickly and throwing open doors. Finally, he reached a large set of double doors, where he stopped. 

“Oof. Well, ok, Logan. We’re here.” Remus turned the knob on one of the doors, and let Logan inside. 

“Oh. My. Gods.”

After Remus caught his breath, he followed Logan into the castle library. 

“I-I can’t believe it. I’ve never seen so many books in all of my life!” Logan looked around the room with wonder. 

“Do you like it?” Remus asked.

“It’s…it’s wonderful!” Logan replied. 

“Then it’s yours.” 

“Wh-what?” 

“It’s yours. Nobody ever comes in here. There’s honestly probably more cobwebs than books,”

Logan interrupted him with a kiss. 

“I-I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. I just…no one has ever done something this nice for me. Well, except for Janus, I suppose. But, I mean, he hasn’t done anything like this!”

Remus grinned from ear to ear. “Logan,”

“I…I should go.”

“Logan,”

But the mage turned away, and left his book behind. 

…

That night, Remus woke up with claws against his throat. He opened his eyes, to see bright green ones glaring back at him. 

“How dare you.” 

Remus made a small choking sound, despite Janus’s light grip. He supposed he could scream for the guards, or even grab his morningstar he stashed under the bed. But honestly? Remus wanted to see where this was going. 

“How dare you corrupt my darling Logan? With your… flirtatious jokes and -and your books?” Janus hissed. 

“I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause you-”

“Well you did! I mean, inviting him here? Giving him that library? Are you trying to steal him away from me?” 

“What? No!”

Remus sat up, causing Janus to let go of his throat. He took in the dragon’s halfling form. He maintained his golden wings and tail, as well as some golden scales across his face. His nails were actually claws, and his bright green eyes were reminiscent of his dragon form. 

He was gorgeous. 

“Then… Are you using him to get to me? Lord some sort of power over me? I’ll have you know it won’t work. I’ll burn this entire castle to the ground before you can harm a single hair on his head!” 

“No! Where the hell are you getting all of these ideas?”

Janus slid back a bit, giving Remus more space to sit up.

“I… I don’t understand. What is your game then, Prince?”

Remus laughed. “Game? There’s no game! I just think Logan’s hot as hell! I wanna blow his back out! And you,” Remus leaned forward and closed the space between them. “You could blow out mine.” 

The dragon blushed. The dragon blushed! It was so cute! Remus couldn’t help but run his fingers over the now pink-tinted scales on Janus’s face. The dragon once again met his eyes, then quickly darted out of Remus’s bed and out the window. Remus huffed and laid back down. 

“Damn it.” 

…

Remus knocked on the barn doors the next morning. 

“Hey can we, can we talk?”

Janus was still in his halfling form. He and Logan were sitting on a large pile of hay, bodies entangled as Logan read a book. 

A new book. From the library. 

“Yes of course, Remus. Come in.” Janus said. 

“I just uh, I just want to apologize for yesterday. I’m sorry if I overstepped. With the library and the uh…” 

He didn’t know what to call what transpired between him and Janus. 

“Anyways, I uh, I wanted to know if there’s some way I can make it up to you? Not in a weird way, I mean. I uh, I should just leave you two alone. I’m sorry. I’ll go,”

Janus shot out of the hay, toppling over Logan. He grabbed Remus’s hand and whispered “don’t”. 

“A little warning next time?” Logan stood up and brushed the hay off of him. 

“I’m sorry darling. I just didn’t want him to walk away.” Janus took Remus’s face in his hands. “While your methods were… questionable, your intentions were… romantic?”

Logan scoffed. “The same could be said of you, Janus.” 

“Yes yes, I suppose. The point is, Logan and I have discussed it. You’re a very powerful ally to have, Remus.” Janus pulled Remus in for a kiss. “And we want you to be with us.” 

Remus didn’t know what to say. 

“Remus? Are you alright?”

Remus pulled Logan into a kiss. 

“I’m wonderful.” 

…

Remus spent the next several days with his new lovers. For once, Roman was happy with them, as they somehow managed to keep Remus away from his usual hijinks. 

“Come on come on come on come on! You have to see the vault! There’s some jewelry down there I cannot wait to-”

“Please, Remus, spare me the details.” Roman sighed. “Besides, this is NOT a pleasure visit, in any sense of the word. It’s our annual budget discussion with Aunt Patty. To section out how we’re going to spend all this gold to better the kingdom? You do realize this, right Remus?” 

Remus didn’t seem to be listening. He was now entranced by Janus’s fully human green eyes. His wings had been too wide to fit down the stars. He held Remus’s hand as they descended down the stairs, pretending his right leg didn’t ache with every step. 

Eventually, they reached the bottom of the long, winding staircase. Roman entered the code to the vault, and they all stepped inside. 

“Oh, oh my.” Janus literally licked his lips at the sight of all the gold. 

“Don’t worry, we don’t keep much of it. We re-distribute it as equally as we can back to every town in the kingdom, so they can spend it on what they need.” Remus said. “We find that the more improvements we make for our people, the more we get in return!”

Janus seemed to be unable to contain himself. “Remus,”

“ I don’t know what you’re thinking, but go for it Jannie!

Janus shifted into a smaller version of his dragon form, then literally dove into the large pile of gold. 

“Ah yes. I suppose this is quite like your horde back home.” Logan says.

The dragon nods and dives back into the gold. 

“Oh! Lolo! There’s a beautiful sapphire necklace around here somewhere. It’s going to look so good on you while you-”

“La la la la! No details Remus!” Roman called. 

“Remus, what, what’s this?”

Logan held up a red gem. Janus stopped and stared at it.

“That? I think it’s a ruby from Frogtown. Hey! Frogtown borders the dragonlands doesn’t it? You can totally have it if you want it, Lolo.” 

Logan nodded and turned to Janus. “Is it-”

Janus nods. “It’s lost its power, but it’s a-”

“Fire Ruby.” The two say in unison. 

“Huh? What’s that?” Remus asks.

“I thought, I thought you had the last one?” 

Janus shook his head. “Apparently not. Give it here.”

Logan tossed Janus the ruby. Janus dove back into the pile of gold, and re-emerged a moment later. He had attached the fire ruby to a golden chain, and was handing it to Remus. 

“This is a Fire Ruby. It is the only thing powerful enough to heal a dragon. I reactivated it with my fire breath, and melted this chain to it.” 

Logan helped Remus fasten the necklace around his neck. 

“I want you to have it, Remus. To keep it safe. Can… Can you do this for me?”

Remus wiped away a few tears and held the necklace in his hands. 

“Yeah, yeah I can do that, Jannie.”

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