#ship ;; the nicest one you have ;; logan + remy

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[thelogicalroman]

The best days in Remy’s life

Ship: CALMER 

This is a soulmate AU that I def wrote for @izzyfandoms birthday! So, Happy Birthday! Hope you have an amazing day! Also hope you enjoy this :)

(This one is only fluff lol)

Remy glanced at his arm, watching as the words appeared letter by letter. He wished he could reply, but as more words started coming in new colours, he figured that he could reply in a little bit. He smiled, wishing he could read it all and be a part of the conversation, but for the moment he was supposed to simply take orders and make coffee. He didn’t even have a pen on him, it was common policy at most workplaces, and in school, that way you couldn’t write to your soulmates instead of working. 

Remy finally finished the coffee, calling the name of the customer before putting it on the pick up table. Then he switched with the last cashier to take the next order. He spared a quick glance to his arm, the words were still being scribbled, before he looked up to take the order.

“Hi, welcome to…” Remy stopped mid sentence as he noticed the pink pen that the person in front of him was holding. He knew it was possible that it was just the same colour, so he glanced down at the arm. “I- uh… You’re E?” he then said, reading the words he had just seen appear on his own right hand. 

The person lit up, meeting his gaze before looking down at his arm, the grin on his face was probably the best thing Remy had seen in his whole life. 

“Yes! You- You must be RS! The coffee shop one!” E grinned, reaching out a hand, which Remy quickly took. 

“Yes! I uhm… Remy. My name is Remy. I- goodness I knew you all would be beautiful but, babe you are the most adorable person I’ve seen” he said, before realizing he probably should wait before properly flirting, he was working right now.

“Oh!” E blushed, his smile becoming wider. “Thank you! You are very cute too” E said, and Remy immediately turned a bright red, he put a hand over his mouth trying to hide it “And uh, I’m Emile by the way. It’s very nice to finally meet you” 

Emile! Remy couldn’t believe it. He finally had the name of one of his soulmates! And his soulmate was so gorgeous and… Remy should probably reply before Emile thought he was way too weird.

“Yeah babe, it’s good to meet you too!” he quickly spared a glance back towards his coworker, who was staring at him with a raised eyebrow. “I- I have work right now, and it’s rush hour. I uh, I can give you my number though! My shift ends at like 7, and I wish I could take a break and talk to you for hours but my friend doesn’t seem to like me right now” he then explained as his gaze went back to Emile. Emile! He couldn’t believe he finally found his soulmate!

“Oh that’s fine!” Emile said, grinning “I- I guess I should order” he then added looking up at the menu again “Gosh, I don’t even know what to order anymore. RC told me to try the… rainbow? or something like that?” he then explained 

“Oh! Yeah I saw that. I-” he turned around to look at his co-worker “Kev- can you make that rainbow drink that Janus and Remus always orders?” he then asked, Kev did a quick thumbs up, before Remy grabbed a cup and scribbled down Emiles name and then added his own phone number, then he handed it to Kevin. “Have the best of days Emile” Remy really liked how the name rolled off his tongue “text me” he then added, Emile grinned before nodding.

“Will do” he said, going to pick up his own wallet

“Don’t worry about that babe” Remy said as Emile tried to hand him money “It’s on the house”

***

Remy felt happier than he had ever been before. He walked with a bounce in his step that he normally would’ve felt disgusted about, but his day had just been so perfect. 

He met one of his soulmates. He met Emile. He met Emile. He glanced down at his arm again, rereading the message in pink that clearly stated “I met RS!”, it was quick confirmation that it had been real. The hearts that had been drawn all around it in light blue made Remy even more thrilled. 

However, the glance at his arm made him forget to focus on where he was going. He simply took a left turn before suddenly he was in the arms of someone. He glanced up, meeting the eyes of the other person.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there” the man said, letting Remy up on his feet again. 

“No worries gurl!” Remy said “I am positively sure I walked into you and you catched me” he then added for good measure, as the man seemed to try to pull himself into his hoodie. “Thank you for that” he then added “Also sorry I guess, I was just so happy about meeting my soulmate, I forgot to see where I went” he added, glancing down at his arm again, the man followed his gaze, before freezing up.

“Are you E? Or RS?” the man asked, blinking a few times. “I-” he dragged up his own sleeve, and the words covering them were simply a copy of the ones on Remy’s. 

“Oh goodness babe, my day keeps getting better!” Remy said, lowering his sunglasses to see the second soulmate clearer “I’m Remy, and you are gorgeous” he said, delighted when the man’s cheek got redder 

“Virgil, actually” he explained “I believe you are the gorgeous one” he then added, and Remy’s eyes widened, a smile on his face.

“You win that fight babe” he then said, before feeling the vibration of his phone in his pocket “One sec” he said, picking it up quickly. 

“Is that E? He said he got your number” Virgil’s eyes lit up. “I’ve been waiting for years to meet you”

“It is” Remy said smiling as he looked up at Virgil “And trust me, I’ve been waiting for just as long to meet you”

***

Emile, Remy and Virgil planned to meet up for a coffee date the next day, at a cute coffee shop near the place Emile lived. Remy got dressed in his nicest leather jacket, and went walking down the street towards the address that Emile had given. It wasn’t far, only a fifteen minute walk, and well… Remy had no car and he hated the bus, so walking it was.

He grinned as he walked, his mind filled with thoughts on how to compliment his soulmates in as many ways as possible. Maybe he should get them flowers? In pink and purple, or in all the colours of their pens? Red, pink, purple, light blue, dark blue and his own black. It would be so simple to do so, the flower shop was right… 

Looking around Remy realized that he had gone past the flower shop already, he quickly turned around to walk back to it, before a hand was on his shoulder and he was yanked backwards, a car ran right past his nose after that. 

“Oh shit!” he cursed, turning around to thank the stranger, before noticing the arms that were covered in writing, in his writing to be exact. And in Emiles, and Virgils, and RC and L and P. He glanced up. A black polo with a blue tie.

“If you need to walk over the street, I would suggest checking if there are any cars coming first” the guy said, and Remy almost laughed, this had to be L! He talked the same way he wrote. That beautiful wonderful guy. 

“That seems like a great idea babe” Remy said “I wasn’t paying attention, was too busy thinking about getting my soulmates flowers, E and V. Would love to get some for RC and P and L too” he said, hoping that the stranger would catch what he was saying, if Remy knew his soulmate as well as he thought he did…

“You are RS?” L asked, blinking a few times before nodding his head “It is very nice to meet you, I have quite literally waited for you, as well as the other four, for my whole life” he added

“The feeling is mutual” Remy said “My name is Remy” he added, reaching out his hand in the hopes that L would shake it.

“Mine is Logan Logic” he explained “I was going to the library in the hopes of finding a new book to read, but I would like to get to know you better if you are free? If not I would certainly be content with simply exchanging numbers and meet up another time” he continued

“I am going to meet up with E and V” Remy explained “and I am officially inviting you to hang out with us now” he reached a hand out, which Logan took, even if he seemed hesitant “But first, those flowers I was talking about” he said, checking if the road was clear before walking this time. ***

The bell rang as the two soulmates walked through the door to the flower shop. Remy had never been inside of this shop before, but he just knew that his soulmates would enjoy a bouquet each. Logan silently admired the flowers around them while Remy walked up to the register. He had no idea how flowers worked, so he figured he could probably ask for some help.

“Hello! How can I help you?” the guy who worked there said, a smile that Remy could see was one that was put up for customers on his face. 

“Hello gurl! I want to put together like a bouquet out of specific colours for my soulmates, if that is something you can do?” Remy said, the guy nodded his head. 

“Just tell me what colours and I can show you all the wonderful flowers we have” he said, motioning to the whole shop. Remy nodded his head, looking around

“Alright, so… pink, purple, light blue and dark blue, red, and black?” he explained “Is there even any black flowers?” he then asked

“There is” the guy quickly glanced down at his covered arm before looking up at Remy again “This might be a weird question, but are you possibly one of my soulmates?” 

“There is only one way to know that” Remy replied, dragging up his sleeve again, the guy looked at that, and then to Logan, before he looked down at his own arm, quickly dragging up his own sleeve. 

“I’m Roman Creativity! Or RC I guess! Oh gosh I have waited for this for years! I wrote a song about it! Can I sing it to you? Not now of course! Which one are you?” the guy, Roman, started to ramble. 

“Remy! or RS! And this is Logan” Remy turned around, waving for Logan to come to them. Logan quickly abandoned the flower he was looking at, walking up to them. Roman looked at Logan’s arms for a second before his smile became even brighter.

“You look just like I imagined!” he exclaimed “Handsome and formal! Goodness I love it!” Roman said, Logan blinked for a few moments before turning to Remy.

“Logan, this is Roman, our soulmate. RC” Remy explained, Logan’s eyes lit up and he turned back to Roman.

“RC? Oh I’ve waited so long to have discussions with you about poetry! Also I believe you told me you wrote your own.” Logan said “I would love to read it if you let me, I do have a fascination with poetry and from what you have written on our skin I am more than sure I would love yours” he continued, Roman grinned.

“Thank you my dear! Yes, of course you can read it sometime, I have waited all my life for this moment” he paused, looking around “I had expected it to entail a bit more music, but! that can be fixed with time” he explained

“I am sure it will babe” Remy smiled “Now, how long is your shift?” ***

Remy had thought the day before had been the best day of his life, but this day was slowly turning out to be much better. He had found four of five soulmates, now the only one who was missing was P. He had gotten his bouquets, immediately giving two of them to Roman and Logan, before the three of them went to find the café together. 

As it turns out, Roman worked at the family business on the weekends, and his parents were quick to take his shift when he had explained that he had met his soulmates, and that they would go to meet two more soulmates. 

Given that Remy was apparently good at finding soulmates, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that they had arrived twenty minutes late. He quickly scanned the café, finding Virgil and Emile sitting in the corner, happily chatting with a stranger. And well, if Remy had this much luck with finding soulmates, maybe his soulmates had had the same luck.

He walked up to the table, grinning as he held out the bouquets.

“Hey babes” he spoke, gaining their attention “Sorry I’m late, I ran into these two on the way” he explained, motioning to Logan and Roman. 

“Oh! No worries Remy” Emile smiled “We found Patton here! He’s P! The light blue one” he explained

“Oh it’s a pleasure babe” Remy grinned, going to shake his hand before realizing that he was holding the bouquets still. “I wish I had known, I don’t have enough bouquets for all of you now” he then added, handing Emile and Virgil a bouquet each. “And they are Roman and Logan! They are RC and L” he explained.

Remy couldn’t really believe it as they sat there for the next few hours. He had managed to meet all five of his soulmates during two days, and now he could just sit and actually listen to them talk instead of reading the words. It was the best feeling in the world. 

He knew that there would be plenty more dates like this. 

One where Roman would sing that song he wrote to them, 

One where he could cuddle up with Virgil while watching Nightmare before christmas, 

One where Patton would take them to his special star watching place, where Logan would kiss them for the first time, 

One where Logan would bring them to his favourite museums, where Remy would be able to listen to him ramble about all facts he found interesting, 

One where Emile would teach them how to skate, where they would all really just fall over each other, 

One where Remy would have them all sleep in a blanket fort while playing truth or dare, 

One where they would all bake and throw flour at each other while laughing, 

And many many more. Remy couldn’t wait. 

[abused-virgil-oneshots]

Getting it together- Chapter One- Attention All Citizens

Getting it Together Masterpost

written with @wittlevirgilsanders

TW: Prison escape, scarring

"One such Patton Heart has escaped from prison in the mass riot that occurred two days ago. He was last seen by traffic cameras-"

Logan pressed the off button on his remote, his TV shutting off with a small clicking noise.

He felt numb.

Logan stood, moving over to the mirror and loosening his tie. There, on his collar bone were the six stars. His hand moved up, his finger tracing over each star as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Roman, Remus, Damien, Virgil. Patton. Him.

The scars left behind were bright red and angry.

Roman almost spit out his water.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?" He sputters out, choking slightly as the water went down his throat wrong.

"How are you feeling now that Patton has escaped from custody?" The blonde reporter asks, holding her microphone up to Roman's face.

Roman speed walks through the backdoor into the restaurant he was in front of, pulling out his phone with shaky hands to check the news.

They were right.

He'd escaped.

The huge scar on Roman's stomach burns and stings like the day he was stabbed.

Remus coos down at Thomas, cradling him in one hand as he warmed up a bottle with the other.

"Aren't you absolutely precious, yes you are, yes you are." He sings, gently rocking him and feeding him the bottle.

Thomas latches onto his bottle like a tiny leech, eagerly beginning to devour his dinner. The microwave and Remus's phone ding at the same time.

Moving into the living room, Remus lays Thomas down in his pram, moving the blanket to support the bottle so Thomas could continue eating.

Remus grabs his microwave dinner and a fork, pulling a folding tray table over to the couch so he could watch Thomas while he ate.

His phone pings again and Remus goes to retrieve it, smiling at Thomas when he finally gets to sit down, beginning to type in his password.

"Daddy is busy today, isn't he?" He asks Thomas, who giggles in response.

"Smartie." Remus winks, pulling up his messages. "Uncle Roman's buggin' us aga-"

He suddenly cuts off when he sees the messages, one of them being a link, and the second Roman begging them to come to his house.

Frowning, Remus clicks on the link, his phone bringing up a page stating that there was a massive riot at the Strongwall max security prison, where twelve inmates and four guards were hurt, two inmates were killed, and one escaped.

Patton Heart.

"Fuck." Remus goes back to his messenger, telling Roman he'd be there soon and throwing his phone down.

His dinner forgotten, Remus grabs Thomas and rushes upstairs to pack a bag for them.

Virgil held Sela close, his already big eyes opening even wider as Kai told him about Paton escaping.

The puppy wriggled and yapped in concern, licking at Virgil's face in the hopes of calming him down.

"Hey, it's okay monkey." Kai says softly, slowly sitting down next to Virgil. "I promise I won't let him hurt you. Sela and I will protect you."

Sela barks, moving over to Kai and laying down on their lap.

Damien sticks his tongue out in concentration as he finishes the last icing rose on the cake he had spent two days baking. His apron was covered in frosting, and his kitchen floor was covered in flour, but he didn't mind.

"Whoa. Babes, it looks great." His cousin Remy praises, lowering his sunglasses to stare at the three tier graduation cake. "What are you going to do with the letter?"

Damien looks down at his college acceptance letter, into one of the nicest baking schools his parents could afford to send him too.

"Maybe frame it." He jokes.

"You know, some people actually do that."

Damien snorts, his eyes fliting over the letter once more. "Well, maybe I'll make it edible and eat it."

"Ohh hell no."

"Remy I was-" Damien turns, noticing the look on his cousin's face. "What? Did Valerie mess up your room again?"

"That crazy psycho busted out of jail!"

"What?" Damien grabs Remy's phone, staring down at the news article they'd been reading. "Holy shit..."

Patton knew he had to be careful when collecting his family. He couldn't just go back to the old house, now could he? And then there was the matter of his family being...brainwashed into thinking he was evil! The absolute absurdity of it all!

And then of course Roman had written that...entirely untruthful story about the time he spent living with Patton. You accidentally stab him once, and he describes you as "worse than the devil"!

He would definitely have to be punished when he got home.

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[ravens-rambling]

When Sea Meets Land (Pt 10)

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts! 

So, I, uh, completely forgot to upload these two parts before nanowrimo ended...whoops. Enjoy these two parts I guess! They're probably gonna be the last parts so...yeah.  

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

WC: 1,022

ships: Platonic Moxiety, Romantic Logince

warnings: Mention of neglect, Animal cruelty, Panic Attack, Slapping, Yelling, Mentions of selkies eating people, cursing, fear of heights

General Tag List: @punsterterry @stormcrawler75 @frostedlover @mycatshuman @mutechild @panicattheeverywhere15 @overlord-winter @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe @stormcrawler75

Story’s Tag List: @aequinoctiale @supersoftsupersleep @amber1594 @kitkatzgr8 @callboxkat  

This can't be right. Do they only show affection to their pups then? That must be what it is. There's no way they can be this emotional with everything like this. Why would all the legends and papers that he read about them lie? What would be the purpose of that? To deceive people? But why?

There were so many questions that he wanted answers too but he knew he won't get any of them like this.

In his eagerness and slight irritation at these creatures he stormed forward and picked up the scruff of the baby between his fingers, dangling him from the air and he had to force shift himself back to human form. Now he was holding him by the hood of his coat. And he looked petrified.

"Why aren't you eating somebody?! Why aren't you being so aggressive that humans fear you?" When the pup only let out a whimper of fear and curled up in a ball, his hands going above his head, Logan only got more upset. "Answer me, dammit!"

"Logan! Logan! Fucking shit, Logan! Put him down! Put him down now!" He heard Roman screaming beside him. And looked down to see the now human-like Patton, screaming at him to return back his pup. And he also looked terrified.

Just as he felt hands on his shoulders the small one squeaked out, "P-Please... We... We don't...eat humans... We... Stop... Please... Please... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." His voice sounded more like he was pleading than anything. Logan squinted his eyes just as Roman came forward and pried the small one from his fingers. He watched as Roman carefully checked him over and held him close to his chest.

And he could tell the little one was barely breathing, clearly hyperventilating, and shaking like mad. Logan felt a twitch of sympathy, but he ignored it.

Carefully Roman set him back down on the rocks close to the older one and Logan watched as he immediately went to his side. And Patton picked him up and dove back into the water, bringing him into the cave to attempt to calm him down.

What snapped him out of that, however, was a literal slap to the face.

Logan's glasses went askew and his eyes went wide with surprise. He even took a step back and put a hand on his red cheek.

"Don't fucking do that Logan! All selkies have a fear of heights! They don't like being dangled, and I told you not to touch them you fucker! They don't eat anyone, Logan! They are elegant and small creatures that should be respected. If you don't respect them then get the fuck out of this house right now! Publish those papers for all I care! You know that I even loved you, Logan? But honestly, I don't anymore. Not after seeing how cruel you can be. Get out. Get out of here now!" Roman had tears in his eyes as he pointed at the door.

It took several minutes for Logan to even process anything he said. "You...loved me?"

"Get out!" Roman didn't respond to his question, he simply took his arm and practically dragged him downstairs. He shoved him out the door and Logan stared in shock. He's...never seen Roman this angry.

"You can call a damn taxi to get your car. I don't fucking care!" And the door was slammed in his face.

Logan just stared at the closed door in complete shock for several long minutes, he didn't move or said a single thing. Roman...loved him? But...he doesn't anymore cause of his actions... Was he really in the wrong here? He just wanted to protect everyone...

As soon as the door was slammed closed Roman ignored Remy's shouts and questions on what just happened. He stormed upstairs, and with teary eyes, he slammed the door behind him once he got to the room with the tank in it. Marching over to the tank he peeked into the cave as much as he could see and he saw that Patton was attempting to calm the shaky pup down.

"I am so sorry, you two. I... I didn't know he'd react like that. I am terribly sorry. I thought he'd change after seeing you two in your respectable habitat and I guess I was wrong. That doesn't excuse my actions, but I'm still sorry. You okay, Virgil?"

"It's not your fault. It's that human's fault. Logan. It's his fault. Why is he so confident that we eat humans and are so dangerous?" Patton spoke up as he attempted to calm Virgil down as much as he could, being gentle and comforting. Virgil gave a shaky nod but that was all he could do through his crying.

Roman sighed and laid his head against the desk. "He's so convinced of that from where he read some papers and legends of your kind eating men. And he won't see it any other way..."

"Well..." Patton glanced away, "Our ancestors... They were larger than us. Much larger... Bigger than your ships. They used to eat men, but only men that invaded their territory. They didn't want to, but they did what they could to survive..." Patton rubbed Virgil's back and sighed, "We don't anymore, obviously. Now that we've become smaller we have more to eat. And its easier to defend our territory cause it's a lot smaller. So...guess he got it from that?"

Roman chewed on his lip and nodded, "Yeah... Yeah, he must've." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'll leave you two alone now. I'm really sorry about everything."

As he is about to open the door to leave Patton's tiny voice is heard, "Roman?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for saving Virgil. It means a lot."

"Yeah, of course, I will. I'm not Logan. You two mean a lot to me. I'm not going to allow anybody to hurt you. Thanks for putting trust in me."

"Of course... You're the nicest human I've ever met. Of course, I will."

Roman turned around to smile back at him then he opened the door and closed it behind him.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Overgrown Metal

Chapter 2: Camping

Summary of fic:

Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the realm with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Virgil and Roman, Society escapees and hunters, run into an uncertain future while fleeing from their pasts. Remy and Remus stare their only chance straight in the face as they teeter on the edge of reluctant adventure. Emile is left his cousins engineering palace and is given the tools to change the world. Logan, a lone researcher and outcast is found by an old friend who offers him a chance of the century. Hyden (deciet), can shift into anything he so chooses, but staying true to his form as his heritage slaps him sideways proves harder than he thought. Patton mourns the loss of his son as he slowly uncovers secrets he wishes aren't related.

Or less wordy:

Eight idiots with trust issues fumble around each other and try to save the world from killer mechanical beasts and fairies that will snap your neck without taking their hands from their wine glasses.

Warnings: Violence, fight scenes, dark fantasy, apocalypse setting, some gore, blood

TW for this chapter: spiraling thoughts, mentions of anxiety. If you see more you want mentioned, please say something.

Ships: Remy (sleep) x Remus. Brotherly Roman and Virgil. Platonic Logan and Hyden (Deciet)

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, the young man grumbled quietly to himself as he scooted closer to the small fire. Two cans of mini raviolis sat nearby, cracked open slightly and heating up just a foot away from the flames. He let out a quiet curse as his stomach grumbled loudly, making more noise in a couple seconds than he had in a week.

'What the hell is taking you so long?' he thought at his still absent companion. The water of the nearby river was freezing, it shouldn't be taking this long to clean. He would had heard if the other was attacked. Even if the attacker was silent Roman typically wasn't, their overly dramatic battle cries carrying over fields if they so chose them too. Maybe they fell in? Again, he would have heard the yell...unless the shock from the cold rendered them nonverbal. Or something had dragged them in. Maybe while cleaning off their weapons their hand had slipped and they had sliced themself open and was currently bleeding out and he wouldn't know because he was being too stubborn to leave the warmth of the fire. What if they fell and cracked their head open on a rock? What if-

Cruching footsteps interrupting his racing thoughts and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. While he was getting better at not having to check on Roman every few minutes to make sure they were still around, it didn't stop his thoughts from quickly spiraling when the thought of him being alone again filled his head. Roman plopped down beside him having deposited their pack with their other belongings nearby, leaning forward to carefully take the cans away from the fire and depositing one in front of each of them before procuring spoons from God-knows-where but he was hungry so it didn't matter.

He growled low as he snatched the utensil, ripping the lid the rest of the way off and shoveling the ravioli with essence of tin in his mouth regardless of the heat.

"Slow down, dark and stormy gremlin, you're gonna choke!" He didn't even spare a glance at the scandalized face as the last of the sauce was scraped up and eaten in less than a minute.

"Was hungry." He mumbled out, hands disappearing back into the cloak as he burrowed further into its warmth.

The other eyed him fondly. "Honestly, Virgil I can't take you anywhere. I get a spot at the nicest pasta joint in town and this is how you behave? I really can't take you anywhere."

They frowned as they only recieved a soft huff in response. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I was gone for so long, that oil takes a while to work out in cold water."

Virgil shook his head. "....that."

Catching only half the mumble, Roman set their own empty can down and scooted closer. "Can I ask you to repeat that or is it a signing day?"

Virgil squeezed himself tighter in the fabric and lifted his head up towards the other. Roman's eyes shone with concern even in the dim light of their small campfire, the effect only slightly ruined by the dark curls drying in the humid air making them puff out in a fluffy halo around their head. The image made him smile lightly and duck his head back down to suppress his giggles.

"Hairs messy."

He only giggled harder at the offended gasp. "I'm offering you a damn heart to heart here and I get insulted!" Roman grimaced as they felt what state their hair was in, ruing their days as a traveler if only for the fact that hairstyles were rendered useless on an adventure. They were still bitter over The Great Hairspray Debacle of 2015, having to give the space up in their pack for "actual necessary supplies, Roman".

Virgils laughter died down as the nervous feeling began to creep back into his thoughts. Roman noticed the sobering mood and sat back slightly, willing to wait for the young nervous wreck to gather his thoughts.

"Town's coming up."

Roman nodded. They knew there was a town with an underground market a few days travel away from the last time they had come through this way. They hadn't had time to stop before, but this time around they needed to empty out their packs of the items that had been piling up for a few weeks now and their supplies were getting low enough that they would have needed to stop to stock up anyway. They gestured for Virgil to continue even though they knew what the source of anxiety was going to be.

"What if..." Virgil growled in frustration as the words stuck in his throat, the rolling anxiety in his stomach and mind making him struggle to not shut down. Long, pale fingers twisted and bunched the fabric around him until with a frustrated huff they darted out and flipped out a quick gesture.

"Recognized?"

Roman nodded in understanding and he sighed in relief. He knew not being able to speak most of the time had to be annoying for his companion but thankfully they never seemed to mind, only waiting patiently for either words to be forced out or hands to jerkedly spell out what little bit of sign language he knew. He made up a lot along the way and most of the time he was able to be understood. With no internet to look up the language, books being a Society priviledge and a general distrust of people making it difficult to ask anyone for lessons, even though they never stayed in one place for long, official sign wasn't something either of them were good at.

"That's why we have the cloaks and hoods and even the masks if we feel like we need them. We're pretty far away though, I doubt anyone we would know would be around." Roman took up a stick and poked around the fire a bit, stirring it as the embers began to die down for the night. "Nothing has ever happened at any of the towns we've been in, and I've heard this one is particularly...underground, so to speak. No one who would recognize us would be caught dead near there. We'll go in, sell our parts, grab supplies and get out. Next stop after that will be that abandoned city-town-place wherever that we heard about a while back. It'll be fine, Anx."

Virgil smiled at the old nickname, something Roman had taken to calling him when he refused to reveal his name the first few months they began traveling together. His shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit as the name ironically released some of the pent up anxiety, fingers releasing the cloak and instead splaying on his ripped black jeans to try and wipe off the accumulated sweat.

They both sat in silence for a while after that, watching the fire die down completely as the late evening faded into complete darkness, the clear sky allowing the stars to be on full display with no threat of light pollution to obscure their giddy twinkling. Crickets chirped quietly in the long grass, fireflies answering back their call with lazy winks of light. Even the river was hushed, water seeming to lap quieter at the shore for fear of breaking the rare tranquility the nearby travelers were soaking in.

With the world this soft and still, Virgil could pretend for a moment that this was merely an extended camping trip. Maybe they were on their summer break and were hiking for the fun of it. Tomorrow they could trek through a forest like it was nothing, sunlight streaming through normal tree branches as untouched wildlife teemed around them. All of their gear and supplies could be innocent in nature, the heaviest thing in their packs could be a small camping stove rather than their extensive collection of foreign trading parts. Their supplies were running low, so they'd soon start heading back the way they came, finding their car and laughing at some dumb play argument they had on the way back while they reloaded everything and climbed in the front, laughter turning to more bickering as they fought over what music they'd listen to first. Roman would drive first since Virgil only had his permit and wouldn't feel comfortable taking the wheel until he recognized the roads they were on. They'd get to Virgils house and it would be coming onto late evening so he'd let Roman stay the night, knowing his dad-

Virgil furiously scrubbed at his eyes, snapping back from his thoughts. His dad wouldn't care of a friend stayed over. He didn't care about anything. He didn't even care when - no. Nope, not tonight. Rubbing absentmindedly at his arms he scooted backwards away from the now dead fire and laid back to watch the sky, Roman following soon after. They didn't say anything as he turned and wrapped himself around the other tightly, for which he was grateful. He smiled as he felt lips touch the top of his head and careful arms lay themselves across his back. Surrounded by safety and warmth it wasn't hard for sleep to find him.

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".....an."

"Come on, Ro....."

"Princey, get up!"

Roman shot up, blinking rapidly to clear the lingering sleep from their eyes and shaking their head to try and whip the tangled curls away. Glaring in response to their brothers shit-eating grin, they settled for flipping him off while they rubbed at their eyes, getting a water bottle thrown at them in retaliation.

"Too early." They mumbled as they fumbled with the lid.

Virgil laughed. "Try again, Sleeping Ugly, it's almost noon. I've had camp packed up for hours now."

Offended at the nickname but grinning nonetheless, they downed half the bottle in one go and dragged their pack over lazily. Virgil was always the early riser in their party of two, despite the late nights he often kept as a sleeping schedule. Roman however, was happy to spend the day hitting the metaphorical snooze button unless they had actual plans. Which, unless another Mech Beast was spotted this close to a town, which was highly unlikely, this was supposed to be a day of resting.

Looking over at the other however, their irritation softened as the ball of anxious energy went from task to already done task trying to keep himself busy. Though it seemed he'd be more talkative today than he had been that didn't mean his nerves weren't soaring to the sky with how close they were to people again. They knew they should both take a break today, but if moving would help...

Mind made up they stood, swinging the pack around to rest on their shoulder and picking up another to carry first for the time being. Different peices of metal and containers holding strange substances clanked together inside, securely wrapped in paper and fabric to prevent them from breaking or getting scratched. They'd make Virgil carry it later on but they figured since they got extra sleep it would only be fair to carry the heavier pack first.

Trying one last time to fix their hair back into a reasonable shape Roman turned towards Virgil with a smile.

"Ready?"

Hoisting up his own pack he nodded and kicked at the already severely scuffed dirt, rising up on his tip toes as he began to walk.

"As I'll ever be."

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This is also available on AO3 if you're interested. I can't promise regular updates but I really like this story so I'll be picking at it for a while.

And we're another chapter in! I didnt think about this before, but if you'd like to be tagged for story updated feel free to ask. If you want to read it on here but can't find the first chapter, search overgrown metal in the tags and it'll come up.

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I rather forget - 2

Intro, One, Patton, Logan.

Summary: Patton's grip on Roman's arm tightens with every step, the moral side is more than aware of the danger of letting the price ran loose in the subconscious. He gets distracted tho, when one of the yellow frames happen to have him on it and accidentally touches it.

Ships: platonic DLAMP (because Deceit is barely mentioned here, aside from the obvious… ).

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, blatant disregard for privacy…(I'm looking at ya Remy)... and that's it I think.

This one is short, probably gonna be the shortest, and still no beta-ed, hahaha.

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As they walked, the hallway got more and more filled with frames, until there was no more space between them. Patton walk besides Roman, who kept shivering every now and then.

The subconscious was a weird place for creativity to be. The imagination setting free while Thomas slept. The way it functioned being a mystery to Roman, even if he was, in a way, the one controlling the dreams. While Roman slept, Thomas dreamed. If Roman remained awake, then Thomas wouldn't have dreams at all.

Roman's ideas tended to get lost in the imagination, mostly the ones Roman discharged, but great ones had also gotten lost there in many occasions, like the one they were looking for just now.

Patton held the prince's arm tightly, as the embodiment of creativity, Roman could also get lost. He was weaker there. Virgil must have known too because he was holding Roman's other hand. Although, Patton thought, he seemed to be actually trying to get away from the frames as much as he could.

The moral side couldn't blame him. He truly understood, he himself left his more unpleasant memories here, things that made him extremely sad and didn't gave him the good feelings the ones in his room did. Thoughs, comments, some of his own actions that made him go to bad places, were thrown here. If he was worried about his own bad memories, it was just obvious that Anxiety was more than wary to re-experience his.

He couldn't stop the thought that maybe, just maybe, Virgil was more wary of Deceits.

But why, he wondered, as he tried counting the yellow frames. Giving up after missing some and then losing count. But the amount of them was just impressive.

One in particular caughted his attention. He started walking slowly, letting go of Roman's arm. The prince inmediatly noticing and stopping.

'Huh… Patton?' he said, Virgil pulling his hand before realizing what was going on. The other three kept walking, inadvertently. 'You ok, buddie?'

The moral side said nothing. Looking at the moving picture in the frame.

'Pops? You good?' questioned Virgil, finally making the others turn.

'It's me crying…' he murmured.

'What?' asked Virgil again, as Remy got closer to them looking upset.

'What did I just said about touching the frames!?' he scolded, grabbing the back of Patton's sweater and yanking him back. The momentum made Patton's hand go up, accidentally touching the yellow frame.

They all felt an instant pull and everything surrounding them changed. Instead of the dark hallway there were trees everywhere, the sound of birds made them all look up, the clear blue sky greeting them.

'Where…?' asked Thomas, only to be interrupted by Roman.

'Aha! The imagination! Home sweetest home!' he exclaimed, arms unfolded and spining around the place.

'I don't think we're there, princey.' Virgil said, getting everyone's attention. Roman was about to interject, when the anxious side pointed at something.

Patton was kneeling in front of a little boy. Looking closely, you could clearly notice the similarities.

Between them a cookie layed on the floor, completely crumbled. It was clear to all of them what had happened. Little Patton knew he couldn't eat it anymore. That didn't stopped him from crying and no matter how many reasurements the older Patton gave him, the kid didn't seem to listen. He couldn't be more than five or six years old. Adult Patton was about to start crying himself when it happened.

They all gasped as a hand tapped the kid's shoulder. Another young child appearing behind him, his face was a dead giveaway of who it was.

Deceit looked at the cookie and at Patton, the small moral side sniffling and looking back at him, tears still spilling from his eyes. Deceit smiled, only to proceed to show him the cookie he had on his hands and split it, offering one half to the crying side. The younger Patton inmediatly cheering up and hugging the other, they laughed together and left holding hands.

The memory ends there, and they stumble back to the hallway.

They’re all silent until Patton speaks.

“I remember that…' He says, hugging himself. 'Why would he put it here? Why would he rather forget that? It was one of the nicest things he’s done for me...'

Nobody had an answer, all they could hear was Patton's quiet sobs. Thomas put a hand on the moral side's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Patton smiled at him, cleaning his dears with his sweater. There's a sipping sound coming from Remy's straw.

'I always wondered.' he starts, under everyone's glare at his nonchalance. 'Dee-Dee, doesn't only leave sad memories in here. Most of them are happy....not that I have looked... much.'

'That's… a severe violation to Deceit's privacy.' complained Logan.

'Oh, please.' interrupts Sleep. 'Darling left them here, so he definitely doesn’t mind what happens to them and I’m on board of the T E A train now.' says, looking through some pictures. 'I told you not to touch the frames, now I need to k n o w.'

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starter for @cyberno

Outside. They were outside. Not in the lab, they were out. It wasn’t that Logan hadn’t been outside before. He had, he knew he had. For tests, and experiments, and… And what had happened before? WAS there a before? There had to be, didn’t there? There had to be. His name had to come from somewhere. The scientists wouldn’t have given him one. They didn’t care. They’d done this to him. They’d done this. This was their fault. That’s why the weapon is still smeared with gore, streaks of crimson across bare skin that had, up until a moment ago, been steaming in the chilled, fresh air. And it was fresh, because they were outside. The blaring of the alarm from the ruined laboratory mixed with the distant chirping of birds. The faint, ever-present buzzing (grating against his senses) of the sensors embedded in his flesh mixes with the rustling of wind through tree branches. The snow crunches under his feet. It’s cold. He’s cold. The blood mingles with stasis fluid, forming lattices of frost against his skin and tacky, frigid clumps in the long, matted hair that spills down his back. He is every inch a wild thing, with the claws to prove it, long and wicked and shining in the light of- Whatever time this was. 

It was bright. 

So bright, and so clear, without a visor tracking his eye movements and recording visuals and weighing him down. Light bounced off the snow, the metal walls of the prison they were leaving behind, the staff in the stranger (saviour)’s hand, the tags that sat nestled against the weapon’s chest. (A lifeline, a prayer carved into metal. Logan, it said. Your name is Logan. Your name is Logan, and you are the Wolverine.) The weapon - Logan(?) - squints up at the stranger/saviour. He doesn't look anything like the scientists. He wears a long coat, yes, but it's not starched white. His hair isn't pinned or slicked back, either. It’s wild and blows in the wind, but aside from sweat, seems mostly clean. And most importantly, he couldn’t be a researcher, because he helped Logan escape. 

None of the whitecoats would ever let him go. 

So, that begged the question. If he wasn’t from the lab, why was he there? Where had he come from? And… 

“I still-” Logan tries, then stops. The words sound disjointed, fumbled, clumsy in his ears. He didn’t remember the last time he spoke. (But he must have at some point, right? He must have.) He looks away and growls his frustration, swallows, exhales, tries again. “I still- Don’t know- who you are.”

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🎲 [ from gambit (: ]

Kiss Roulette! 14. A kiss to the stomach

It’s rare that they get any time alone. This place - the Institute - is always a hub of activity. Students and staff everywhere. There’s always something to do, classes to teach, chores that need finishing, training to push through, but now? Now it's just them. Only them. And that means Gambit is all his. 

He’s glad the door locks. 

He’s got Remy up against the wall now, hands twisting in his hair as he sinks his fangs into Remy’s neck. Teeth-lips-tongue work to brand his pulse and the noises he makes only spurs Logan on. 

“You care about this?” He asks, plucking at Remy’s shirt. He feels more than sees the shaking head, preoccupied as he is. He grins. 

“Good.” The claws of his left hand extend and swipe up, shredding cotton without touching skin. Remy groans his approval and yanks on Logan’s hair just the way he likes. Fuck. Logan growls, tugging the remains of the shirt off Remy’s shoulders. His mouth abandons the bruise he’d been working on, instead introducing his teeth to Remy’s clavicle, chest, down to his stomach. Lapping at the salt of his skin and drowning in his scent. He’s just gotten comfortable on his knees, hooking his thumbs in the waist of Remy’s pants, when the hand in his hair tightens in a different way. Logan pauses and rocks back on his heels. 

“You alright, Bright Eyes?” He asks. “Want me to stop?” 

“Non.” Remy shook his head and reached down, stroking the back of his fingers along Logan’s cheek. “Gambit just… Wanna be sure you know what you're getting into.” Logan blinked, confused. 

“Gambit, I’m not exactly a v-”

Oh. Logan stopped himself when the actual issue struck him. He tilted his head and studied his partner for a moment. Then he slowly stood up again, pausing only to brush a kiss to the scars on Remy’s chest. 

“Listen here.” He says, pressing his lips to Remy’s ear. “You are the sexiest man I have ever put my eyes on. And I’ve seen a lot of men.” This he purrs. “I want you just like this. You’re not ready, that’s fine, we’ll do something else. But if you are?” He plucks at the waistband of Remy’s pants again. 

“You can take these off and let me show you just how ready I am - and I don’t plan on stoppin’ until I get gills.”

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[ ELATION ] sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news [ yes gambit carrying logan because i need this. HE CAN DO IT ... FOR A FEW MINUTES ! ]

He stood, breathing hard. Dust clouded the air around them, stirred up through impacts and explosions and combat. Everything reeked of blood and sweat and fear and rage. It reeked off victory. They won. 

They fucking won. 

Of course they did. They’re the X-Men. They’re the best. But still, it's hard to deny the rush. Adrenaline courses through him like a damn river and it's exactly what he needed to feel alive. He straightens, rolls his shoulders, and retracts his claws. His grin is wicked and wild, fangs bared and flashing. His joy is infectious, it seems - or perhaps it's relief that sends Gambit towards him. He approaches fast, and Logan turns to greet him. He expects a kiss. Maybe a hug. Maybe a friendly scuffle. The usual fare. That’s not what he gets. Instead– 

“Whoa! What the-!” He yelped. His feet leave the ground and he finds himself swung around. Strong arms around his waist and a bright grin on Gambit’s face. There's a second where Logan is acutely aware of Gambit holding him up, where victory and romance are going to blend together in a perfect moment– Then Gambit staggers. His expression shifts. 

“Oh, shit-” Logan says, and Gambit echoes the statement in French. They barely have time to get the words out before they collapse, hard, to the ground. Logan groans; Gambit coughs. 

“Was supposed t’ be romantic.” He sputters, and Logan doesn't bother hiding how he laughs. 

“You’re a regular Cassanova, Gumbo.” He says through his snickers. … But he does prop up on his elbows enough to kiss the top of Gambit’s head. 

It’s the thought that counts. 

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🎲 [ also i want the k for gambit hehe ]

39. A tentative kiss

Birds chirped. The wind blew. Overall, it was a calm day. They needed one of those. He was trying to avoid the ‘q’ word, but… It might just fit. The quiet is broken by footsteps sounding behind him. He angles his head in the direction of the noise, but doesn't turn around. He doesn't need to; he knows who that is. It’s Remy. He’s been moving more sure of himself lately. It was good to see. 

“Hey, Cajun.” He says, leaning back against the bench. His posture is relaxed, comfortable. He lets his eyes close as he settles. The sun is nice. He could lie here for an hour or two if he didn't care about scheduling. Maybe he should. Gambit sits beside him and Logan peeks one eye open. The bandages around his eyes look fresh; must’ve just changed them. Back to taking care of himself, too. Whatever the reason for the change, Logan was glad for it. 

“Logan?” Gambit speaks. Logan looks up, one brow arched. Gambit is, at his best, unshakable. Always ready with a quip or a smile. Always oozing confidence. Since he’d lost his sight, that had been different. Understandably so, but still. He’d only recently begun to get that back. “What's it like?” 

To some people, that might be a confusing question. But to them, it has become routine. It meant, describe it to me. Tell me what you see. Let me know what I’m missing. 

What’s it like? 

“The trees finished growing all their new leaves. They’re all full and lush now, lots of green. Making a lot of nice patches of shade on the ground. Some of the kids are sitting in ‘em.  You can hear the birds already. Sky’s really blue today. Not a lot of clouds. The sun’s bright. I think Camo must've just done the flowerbeds. Smells like him and fresh earth, and there's no weeds. There's a lot of new flowers, if you wanna go check those out. Lots of colours. Reds, blues, purples, and oranges, mostly. Few little pink ones.” He settles back into the bench. “It’s a nice day out.” Gambit nods. 

“Sounds like it.” He says. “Merci, Logan.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Logan swings his arm over the back of the bench. Gambit shifts at his side. 

“I mean it.” He said, tipping his head back against the sunlight. “Thank you. I still miss my eyes, but…” He shrugs and runs his fingers over the bandages. He brushes aside some of the hair that has fallen in front of his face. It shines almost crimson in the sunlight. Logan finds himself staring. “... It helps.” 

“... Sure.” Logan watches Gambit for a moment longer, then turns to face front again. “Any time.” He felt Gambit’s fingers brush his hand. Without a word, Logan turned his palm over and laced their fingers together. Gambit squeezed. It hadn't been too long since the ‘I’m not good enough’ / ‘yes you are’ talk. Things had been better, but they were still sorting it out. Figuring out what they wanted. What ‘they’ were. 

“Hey, chere.” Gambit speaks up again. Logan glances over. He’s started to learn that means him. That’s been taking some getting used to. “Do you mind if I-” He was already leaning in. Logan grins. 

“You bet your ass I mind.” He says, even as he grabs the front of Gambit’s shirt and pulls him into a kiss. When they pull away, he keeps his eyes closed, and just listens to the way Remy laughs. 

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— From Baby Girl, Gambit <3

He just wants to bunt his head against Remy's. Somehow, you've domesticated him.

How the hell did you manage that?

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“   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ”

The room was dark and quiet. The only sounds were the fan running in the corner, and the soft breathing from the occupants of the bed. Logan lay under the mess of tangled sheets, one arm thrown over Remy in what would be a protective gesture if either of them were awake to act on it. Logan’s nose is buried in Gambit’s mane of silky brown hair, and were it not for the rise and fall of his chest and the occasional dream-spurred twitch, it’d be easy to mistake him for a corpse. But he’s not a corpse. He’s just comfy. He's not dead. He’s just sleeping. (Subconsciously, Logan’s arm tightens around his sleeping partner.) He's not dead. A low growl builds in his chest. He’s not dead. He doesn’t smell Remy in his dreams. Remy smells like home, like safety, like quiet - shampoo and aftershave and cardstock and cooking spices and sugar and cats and the burnt-copper of his powers. He’s not dead. A little like toothpaste, like mouthwash, a hint of cigar smoke and whisky and night air from when he'd joined Logan on the balcony. A little laundry detergent from earlier chores. Logan smells none of it. The burnt copper turns to rusted iron. Cigar smoke to sulphur. He wasn't dead. He wasn’t dead. He wasn't– he’s there. Ragged black hair and dark, wicked eyes. That sick, gnarled smile lined with yellowed teeth. 

“Jamey.” Even his voice was slimy. But Logan couldn't move. “Look how you grown, boy. Shit. Like lookin’ in a mirror.” And that grin stretched wider. Logan tried and failed to bare his teeth. “I’m proud a’ you, Jamey.” Thomas put his hands on Logan’s shoulders. Big and rough and blood-soaked. Logan could feel the gore seeping through his shirt. Through his skin. Oozing into his bones. “Really livin’ up to the family name. How many people you hurt, now? C’mon. Tell your papa all about it.” 

“You are not my father.” Logan spat the words. Or rather, he tried to. It didn’t work. Instead, he opened his mouth, and blood poured out. And poured, and poured, and poured, and Thomas laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Logan could move again. He could move, but he could not run. He raised his hands to shove Thomas away– His hands stopped short. His palms slammed against glass. No. The blood kept pouring. From his mouth, and his nose, his eyes, his ears, his hands. It wouldn’t stop. It flooded the chamber he found himself in, smearing along the glass as he beat, beat, beat his fists against it and Thomas laughed, laughed, laughed on the outside. No, no, no no no no no no no no no–

“‘S a good fit for you, son.” He said, grinning wider and impossibly wider as Logan struggled against the rapidly-flooding prison. “Don’t you look cozy.” And he grinned wider still, showing too many teeth (sharp, dangerously sharp, the mouth of a predator) and his cheeks splitting, face peeling back along with the skin of his hands and it all fell back over his exposed bones into a stark white lab coat. And his gnarled claw of a finger tap, tap, tapped against the glass as Logan became submerged in the endless torrent of gore, lungs burning, hands scrabbling against the glass and his throat and the tap, tap, tap gets louder and louder until

he wakes up. 

It takes a moment for him to realise where he is. His breath is deep and ragged, greedy gulps for the air he'd been denied. And the air doesn’t smell like sulphur and rusted iron, and the night air is cool against the sheen of sweat across his skin. The tapping noise is still there, but when he looks towards the sound, it’s just the fan, knocked over after he must’ve fallen out of bed and trying and failing to keep rotating. There’s a sheet half-tangled around his legs, carpet under the fingers he digs into the floor, and as he lets his gaze continue travelling around the room, Remy on the bed, half sitting up and looking at him in bewildered concern. For a moment, Logan just stared at him, forcing breath after breath and blinking away the lingering traces of his f– Of Thomas’  voice. And then there’s a different voice. A voice that sounds like home, like safety, like quiet. He blinks one more time, and the world finally snaps back into focus. 

Oh, right - he’s home. 

He closes his eyes, forces a long, slow inhale, and a measured exhale that’s just a touch shakier than he’d like. He wipes his hand down his face. Kicks off the sheet, and braces his hand on the bedframe to rise to his feet.

“I’m fine.” He manages, leaning forward to kiss Remy’s hairline (breathing him in, chasing off the lingering traces of that infernal odour). “Sorry I woke you up.”

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STARTER - @sleighted

Sometimes, people would tell Logan he was lucky to have his healing factor. Some days, he’d tell them to eat shit; other days, rarely, he’d agree with them. This was one of those times he felt lucky. It seemed wrong to say that: That he was lucky. As if luck has anything to do with it. As if it was a good thing that it had happened to Gambit and not him. If it had happened to him, he’d be fine by now, and Remy- Gambit- wouldn’t be wasting away in the manor. He wouldn't be shuffling around like some sort of ghost, trapped not just in unending darkness, but the cruel prison of the mansion. Gambit wasn't Matt Murdock. He didn't have the heightened senses or echolocation to make up for it. Hell, he hadn't gotten anything to make up for it. Logan glanced up from the work he’d been doing on his bike to where Gambit sat on the front stairs. … He’d been there a while. Hadn't moved a whole lot, except to pick at his bandages, and it didn't look like he had any plans to get up either. The loss of sight had understandably devastated him, left him a shell of who he was. Nobody knew how to react to it. Most people kept their distance - out of shame, Logan guessed. Or uncertainty. Maybe both. Rogue… She was trying. She was a good kid. But she was one person, and could only do so much. All of them - for all their collective powers - could only do so much. 

Whatever the case, the unspoken isolation and the kid-glove treatment had done nothing to help anybody. It had helped Gambit least of all. He was miserable. Even now, with the sun shining and the birds chirping, a heavy cloud hung over the Cajun’s head - and it wasn't one of Storm’s. Logan sighed, tossing his wrench back into the toolbox and stepping away from his bike. He closed his eyes for just a moment - longer than a blink, but only just - wiped his forehead on the back of his hand, and straightened. 

“Alright.” He broke the silence. The helmet that had been lying in the grass  is scooped up on his way over without a break in stride. “Cut the pity party, would’ya, Cajun? You’re makin’ the flowers wilt. Here.” Logan takes Remy's hand and places it on the visor, palm down. “Put this helmet on. Then come with me.” He moved his hand to Gambit’s shoulder instead - ready to guide as needed. “We’re going for a ride. As long as you hang on, you’re not gonna need to see - just feel.”

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"Good enough. Dinner's on me tonight."

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❛  i love you, but you deserve better than what i can offer.  ❜ [ gambit when he's blinded confessing his love or something along those lines (': ]

The mansion had felt… Different, lately. He wasn’t sure how or why, but it was definitely off. Most people seemed ignorant of it, but that didn't surprise him. Everyone always had something going on. And given how things had been going, he could excuse a sour mood. … Especially from Gambit. Talk about going through the wringer. But even he’d seemed different. Nervous. His heart rate would pick up at random intervals. He was spending more time on his own than normal. He was quieter, almost- Jumpy. Something was up with him. Logan worried in spite of himself. Gambit was a grownass man. He could handle himself if he needed to. If he wanted help, he knew he could ask for it. And yet… 

Logan worried. 

He couldn’t help it. He liked Gambit. They’d been spending a lot of time together recently. He was good company. Great, even. Yeah, sure, it had started out of a sense of obligation - someone had to help the poor bastard - but Logan had grown to enjoy himself. More than he thought he would. It had been less about making sure Gambit wasn't alone and more that Logan just didn't want to be alone - not when they could be bickering about chopsticks or out in the woods instead. 

Logan was a lot of things. ‘Shy’ or ‘soft spoken’ was not one of them. All that dancing around the point shit just wasted time. So he’d gotten Gambit alone (easier said than done all of a sudden), closed the door and asked what the sudden problem was. Had he done something? Crossed some sorta line he didn’t know-

And then the confession cuts him off. 

He opened his mouth to say something back and, in a rare turn of events, came back speechless. His jaw closes with a click. He has to look away, puffing out an exhale as he gathers his thoughts. His eyes traced over the bookshelves, the coffee table, the couch. It smells like furniture polish when he draws another audible breath. 

“... Wow.” He says eventually, shaking his head. “Shit.” Maybe not the best response, but he found himself at a loss. And then, in spite of himself, he chuckles. It's just so out of left field, he can't help it. Gambit loves him. Gambit loves him. What the fuck? There’s a lightness in his chest that, yes, he’s felt before, but not for a very, very long time. Holy shit. Gambit loves him. And he might just love Gambit, too. 

Funny how that worked out. 

He scratches at the side of his jaw, slowly - carefully - walking to stand in front of Gambit. (Making sure to step heavily, letting every footfall be heard. Didn't want to startle him, after all.) 

“Listen, Cajun, cause I’m only saying this once. Don't go telling me what I do or don't deserve. I’m a big boy. I can make that call on my own. And I think…” He reaches up with one hand, hooking his fingers into the collar of Gambit’s shirt. 

“I don’t need anything other than what’s right in front of me.”

[snkts]

he's a ten but he ate ALL of the beignets

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