Summary: Logan Croft was certain that the trappings of romance were wholly unnecessary for the social compatibility experiment known as dating. To prove it to his friends, Roman and Remus Kingsford, he agrees to ask out the next person to come through the doors to the courtyard from the cafeteria... who just so happens to be the emo skater king of Sanders High School, Virgil Delaney.
Virgil is just trying to get through his last year of high school while working to afford a shitty apartment and food to take care of his little brother Thomas. He doesn't have the time or energy for a relationship, despite his best friend Patton Morales worrying that he'll be lonely now that Patton is dating their other friend Janus Atea. To ease Patton's worries, Virgil promises to agree to a date with the next person who "works up the courage to ask for a date, but not a hookup".
Tags/Warnings: May Trope Mayhem, Alternate Universe - High School, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders is Thomas Sanders's Guardian, Big Brother Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Agenda, Barista Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Pintrovert Flirting, Logic | Logan Sanders Has Feelings, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Has Panic Attacks, Gay Disaster Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders is a Little Shit, Kid Thomas Sanders, Trans Morality | Patton Sanders, Nonbinary Deceit | Janus Sanders, Mean Girls References, Protective Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders Needs a Hug, Everybody Aboard The Feels Train, Misconceptions of Relationship Hierarchies, Assumptions Of Polyamory, Polyamory Endgame, Mentions of Past Underage Sex Between Teenagers, Mention of Possible Future Sex Between Teenagers, No on-screen sex, Platonic Creativitwins, Graphic Explanation Of Band-Aid Removal As A Metaphor, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders Gets A Harem
May Trope Mayhem 2025 Prompts:
Chapter 1 - Day Ten: Fake Dating
Chapter 2 - Day Fifteen: Character Is Conveniently Unrecognizable In Glasses
Hi, I'm back from finals, but my brain is kind of dead right now, so enjoy this silly two-shot in the meantime.
Word count: 996 | AO3
Summary: Roman needs to get on with the program, realise his crush on Virgil and ask him out, because it's getting ridiculous.
At least Janus thinks so. Everybody does.
A wild crush has appeared, except it was there all along, Roman is just dumb <3
“It’d be a pity if you got over yourself and told Virgil you loved him already. Not that I care about his happiness or anything”.
Roman turned to face the back of the room, where Janus was sitting with a lap full of Patton, who just shrugged in agreement with a quizzical smile.
The treacherous acceptance Patton showed after Janus’ out-of-the-blue comment almost made Roman gasp.
“I just said I want to hang out with him this week”.
“And marry him the month after that, I suppose” Janus retorted.
“Okay, first of all, nah-uh, and second of all, I’d have expected this outright attack for you, but, Patton, are you going to stand watching him bullying me?!”
Just when he was about to reply, Janus intervened again, pretending to be distracted playing with Patton’s curls.
“Not quite, let me rephrase that for you: bullying you into getting ahead in life”.
“Hello?” Roman gestured at himself, only to feel even more increpated by Janus’ glancing at him up and down. “I’m dashing at all times, it’s you who should be putting in the effort”.
As per usual, Janus smirked, unimpressed. He ran a finger, scratching lightly, up Patton’s neck. Underneath the cardigan, a pair of shoulders rolled in a contained shudder.
“I already have. You, though, have achieved nothing. Also, why am I detecting” Janus said, raising a hand to cup behind his ear, “a hint of defensiveness? Honestly… well… as honestly as the budget allows, I am saying this for your sake. Take notes or something, Roman”.
Roman’s weight shifted from one leg to the other, he crossed his arms and gasped, for real this time.
“Excuse me?”
“Excused. I’ll dictate it for you: number one, dot, Janus has made me realise my lack of ambition, comma, I will ask Virgil out”. Janus changed the tone for a second, considering. “Hmmm… let’s say, at once, sounds very you, doesn’t it? Blah, blah, no ambition, I’m very dim, I will ask Virgil out at once, full stop. New paragraph: number two, dot, from now on, comma, I shall listen to Janus’ advice, comma, because he’s so right all the time, full stop”.
Once Roman came out of his astonishment, he closed his gaping mouth and pursed his lips like a child.
“Okay, that’s it, you did this. I’m calling the nerd”.
Janus had no time to complain, as Logan was summoned immediately thereafter.
“Lo, are you okay?!” Patton stirred in place after seeing Logan’s looks.
There, in all bizarre glory, stood Logan, draped in a lab coat with some unidentified stains, knee-length black rubber boots, safety glasses with what dangerously looked like a speckle of blood and a pair of gloves holding a scalpel.
“Don’t worry Patton, he’s just been playing with Remus” Janus offered.
Logan examined the room quickly, then cleared up his throat and blinked himself into his usual attire.
“I was in the middle of something”.
“Clearly” Roman muttered sarcastically.
“What do you need?” Logan made a point to ignore Roman’s comment.
Janus smiled calmly.
“Roman just called you so you can prove him wrong”.
Before the prince could retort, Logan nodded with a vague hint of amusement.
“Well, I can certainly do that”.
“You won’t need to, because it’s him who’s saying” Roman paused and endeavoured to make his best impression of Logan, “falsehoods”.
Logan frowned and crossed his arms.
“That is to be expected, so what is the context?”
“He says I need to ask Virgil out because he’s always right”.
Roman went on saying something along the lines of ‘like, I like Virgil, but not like that. And he’s just implying I’m in love with him, and I would know because, hi, Roman, romance? And Patton isn’t even defending me!’. All of that, Logan didn’t listen to, deciding to speak plainly.
“That’s incorrect, Janus gets things wrong often, it is, in fact, a statistical improbability to be right all the time. But, to be fair, out of all of you, he holds a higher average”.
“Exactly, that’s what I said” Roman shook his hand forward as if to underline how justified he felt. A moment later he went quiet. “Wait…”
“No need. I’ll finish dispatching this soon. So, no, Janus is not always right, but you would do well to heed to his advice on this occasion, seeing how it would help resolve your feelings for Virgil”.
“What?”
“Thank you, Logan” Janus said.
Logan nodded, satisfied with a good job.
“No need, happy to help”.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Roman exclaimed. “I have no feelings for Virgil…” he reconsidered, “not like that!”
In a quick save, Logan hid his laugh with a frown and an inhale.
“Excellent example of being wrong, you’ll be a great help to Logan’s statistics” Janus grinned.
Everybody was looking at him.
Normally, he’d like that, because it was the natural order of things. At the present time, though, he felt paralysed by a sudden onslaught of contradicting feelings and thoughts. Unfortunately, all of these things running through his mind popped in and out too fast for him to process them as more than a jumble of nonsense.
That is to say, he drew a complete blank, cursing his ADHD.
“But-but… I’m not in” he started slowly, trying to organise his ideas.
Then, went down with the first thing to come out of his mouth because working under pressure is not his thing.
“Like, I spend a ton of time with him, but what do you know? And, honestly, you’re just jealous Virge pays more attention to me because he’s almost as great as me. By the way, Janus steals your crofters when you don’t look, someone has to say it, because we’re outing people’s secrets, except not mine’s ‘cause I’m not in love with…”
Patton stood up, knowing he’d have to help everyone brace themselves.
All at the same time, the following was spoken or shouted:
“Snitch!”
“He did what?!”
“Oh my... I’m in love with Virgil”
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Soulmate au where there first touch is a mark on the person and remuses mark is on his dick
pffff, I can’t stress enough on how much this made me laugh. @nobodystentacle thank you! Imma make this Intrulogical!
tw: some sexual humor and language
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Everyone is born with a birthmark, a special symbol of where they’d first be touched by their soulmate. Most people had their birthmark on their hands, or their arms. Some people had it on their faces. Remus, however, was special. He had been born with a birthmark on his dick.
When he was a small child, he was ashamed of it, felt strange that he didn’t have his birthmark in one of the more common places. But as he grew older, he began to not care, and then he began to be proud of it.
“My first time touching my soulmate is when I fuck him!” Remus would boast, earning a groan from his best friend, Janus, whose own birthmark on on the side of his face.
“You can’t possibly believe that the first time your skin will come in contact with his is you two having sex? You won’t touch at all before then?” Janus would ask him every time Remus mentioned it.
Remus would shake his head, completely convinced that he had figured it out.
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Remus walked through the mall, bouncing in front of Janus as he pointed out all the cool stuff.
Janus walked hand in hand with his soulmate, a small boy named Patton. They had met a few years back. Janus apparently had something in his cheek and Patton had gone to wipe it away, brushing against Janus’ birthmark. Patton’s birthmark was on the tips of his fingers, the same tips that had brushed against Janus’ cheek. They had started dating that exact moment, and had been very happy together. Watching the two of them made Remus want to find his soulmate all the more.
“Why don’t we get lunch?” Patton suggested.
“That sounds like a great idea,” Janus said, grabbing Remus by the sleeve and dragging him down towards the food court. They ordered their food and sat at their table, chatting and joking around.
“I’m going to refill my soda,” Remus said to the other’s standing up to leave. As he walked to the soda fountain, he noticed a cute looking boy with glasses also headed to get some more soda. He wore a dark blue shirt and a necktie, which Remus thought was kind of strange. Remus smiled at him before turning to refill his drink.
He finished refilling his drink and turned to rejoin his friends when the boy next to him slipped on some melted ice on the ground. Remus went to catch him but missed, and the boy flailed his arms, trying to grab onto something before his head hit the ground.
The boy wasn’t able to grab something, but as he fell, his hand accidentally brushed Remus’ lower half, right against Remus’ birthmark. Remus noticed the birthmark on the boy’ palm of his hand, the same hand that had just touched Remus.
The boy hit the ground with a thud, luckily saving his head from hitting too hard.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” the boy said, adjusting his glasses. “I didn’t mean to-” the boy trailed off as he looked from his hand to Remus, then back at his hand.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Remus said, groaning a little. “This is not how I expected this to happen!”
The boy stood up, his shirt and pant wet from the ice and soda on the floor. Janus and Patton came running over, making sure that everything was alright.
“Do you need a spare pair of clothes?” Patton asked. “We have some in the car. They’re Remus’, he looks a little bigger than you, but I think they’ll work.”
“That sounds amazing, thank you.” The boy turned to Remus. “I assume that you are Remus. Am I correct?” The boy peered through his glasses, and Remus almost forgot about the birthmark, almost.
“I sure am!” Remus said, leading him to the car for the new clothes.
“Well, I’m Logan. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that we might be soulmates. Is your birthmark, well, is your birthmark...” Logan trailed off, his eyes flicking down towards Remus’ crotch.
“On my dick? Sure is!” Remus said, unafraid to say it out loud. The boy laughed, making Remus smile.
“Well, maybe we can exchange numbers? I can give you your clothes back later and maybe we could go out to dinner sometime?” Logan asked.
“Sounds like a plan!” Remus said. Logan fished his wallet out of his pocket, taking out a business card and turning it over. Then he grabbed a pen out of his wallet, (Remus didn’t know why he had a pen there, but he didn’t mention it), and wrote down a number.
“Ignore the front of the card, that’s just my work information. On the back is my personal information,” Logan said, handing Remus the business card. Remus took it and stuffed it in his pocket before opening the trunk of his car and pulling out a plastic bag with a spare pair of clothes in it. He handed the bag to Logan and slammed the trunk close.
Logan took the bag and thanked Remus. Before he turned to go, the studied Remus for a minute, taking in every detail. Remus felt him step forward, felt Logan’s arms brush against his.
“May I kiss you?” Logan asked, the words barely a whisper. Remus gently grabbed Logan’s face and pressed his lips against the other’s. Logan made a small satisfied noise before pulling away.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you soon. Thank you,” Logan said, taking the bag and heading back into the mall. Janus and Patton exited the building as Logan walked away.
“Was he your soulmate?” Patton asked excitedly. Remus nodded, his mind still thinking about Logan.
“So, all those times you said that you’re first time touching your soulmate would be during sex? You understand why that was silly?” Janus teased. Remus waved him off, knowing that he’d never hear the end of this. But right now, all he could focus on was the boy with glasses, walking away.
For the prompt: Intrulogical, one of them is sick, one must take care of the other
I haven’t written a sickfic in ages and I forgot how cute these things were. I decided to make Remus the one taking care of Logan because I like the idea of the bastard man being soft for one(1) nerd. I’d love to hear what you guys think, enjoy!
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Word Count: 3,313
I’ll Take Care of You [Intrulogical]
Logan wakes with a pounding in his head, feeling as though his body has been (figuratively) lit on fire. His hand skims over the bedsheet, something that’s quite odd to him; he doesn’t recall climbing into bed. He groans, squinting, and noticing his apparent lack of spectacles. In attempting to sit up Logan feels a pair of hands pressing him back into pillows.
“Easy there, hot stuff,” Remus. Why is Logan in bed with an ache deep in his bones, and why is Remus here? "Emphasis on the hot because you’re burning up.”
Remus, in what Logan can only assume is a moment of incredible generosity, hands him his glasses. Logan slides them over his face, looking down at his clothes to see he is not, in fact, in his normal attire but rather a pair of outer space-themed pajamas. And when he glances at Remus there isn’t the usual manic look in his eyes, but rather one he’d nearly dare to call concern.
“What happened? What’s – what’s going on?” Logan can’t ignore the rawness in his throat that burns when he speaks.
“You and I were having a conversation about the best way to kill a man without getting caught,” Remus explains casually. Yes, Logan seems to remember that to some extent. They had rattled off the ideas of poisoning as well as the many ways one can frame a murder to appear accidental, “And then you just plopped onto the floor like all of your bones had turned to jelly! When I touched your head I realized you were burning hot and in your fatigue, I guess you passed out cold. Y’know, teach, for someone who argues the importance of wellness as much as you do, you really aren’t practicing what you preach. When was the last time you slept? Or put some food in you?”
Logan had never thought that Remus of all people would be in a position to scold him about his life choices, and yet here he is.
“I – well, I suppose I’m not –.” Remus cocks an eyebrow.
“you’re not sure? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Here, drink some water,” Remus says, handing him a glass, “God, Roman goes on and on about your “extremist water agenda” meanwhile you’re dehydrated as fuck.” Logan drains the glass quickly, bearing the heavy weight of Remus’s stare. As Logan attempts to untangle himself from the bedsheets Remus’s hand settles on his shoulder, pinning him in place.
“Remus –.”
“Not so fast, nerdy wolverine,” Remus says in what could almost be constituted as a scolding tone, “You’ve worked yourself into sickness and now you’re paying the price. Imagine if you’d collapsed in front of one of the others? Pattycake, for example, well he would’ve flipped his lid, I’m sure. Or my brother, for instance, might’ve tried to “rescue you” into recovery. But me, not so much.” Logan lays back down, feeling fairly defeated though he’s rather distracted by the throbbing in his head.
“And you’re the no-nonsense type?” It seems even in sickness, Logan’s dry-wit hasn’t left him. What a miracle.
“Oh, I’m all for nonsense,” Remus says with a gleeful smile before turning back to Logan, “And as much fun as it would be for Thomas to be without his logic for a while – which, believe me, I considered – I’m sure the others would have my head. Oh, isn’t that delightful to think about? My head on a spike oozing blood? And – and my tongue would be sticking out of my tongue like this,” Remus imitates, his tongue growing several inches longer and hanging limp against his chin. “But seriously, knock that shit off. You can’t just go passing out in front of people, you of all sides should be taking your health into consideration.”
“And that’s why you put me to bed?” Logan asks, eyeing Remus as carefully as he can despite the splotches of color that cloud his vision, “Because you were concerned about how the others would react to me being unwell?” For a moment Remus looks almost as flushed as Logan is, which the logical side finds rather odd. Remus isn’t one to become easily embarrassed; sometimes Logan wonders if it’s even capable for him to become as such.
“Think of it as me paying back a favor. I mean, you’ve helped me out too many times to count. Remember when you took that arrow out of my eye?” Remus asks with a laugh, “Ah, good times.”
“And that’s the only reason you’ve decided to help me and uh, dress me?” Logan asks, glancing back down at his clothes that he doesn’t recall changing into.
“Well, dressing you isn’t very hard at all,” Remus says, snapping his fingers and suddenly losing every stitch of clothing. Logan covers his eyes as though it’s anything he hasn’t seen before. “See, undressed,” Remus snaps again, “dressed! Undressed, dressed. Oh, stop covering your eyes, dork, you and I both know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen my dick.”
That’s the thing. If you’d have told Logan he and Remus would someday be sleeping together regularly, he would’ve thought such a thing was preposterous. In fact, even friendship between them was something he hadn’t considered in the cards. And even so, before he understood what was going on he and Remus were cultivating a relationship.
Logan hadn’t thought it at first, but as it turns out, Remus is a very good listener. Yes, he tends to drift from topic to topic on a whim, but Logan’s come to not mind that much at all. He indulges in Logan’s rants about outer space, the depths of the ocean, and the secrets that hide beneath the briny deep, the most peculiar flora and fauna that exist on the planet as well as so many other topics. He does more than put up with Logan’s interests, he encourages them. It’s refreshing, the conversations that he and Remus have.
Remus brings out something strange in Logan, an impulsion he wasn’t aware he was even capable of. Remus is crude and reckless and all over the place, but Logan’s become endeared to him in more ways he’d ever imagined possible. It was out of this impulsion that Remus prompts in him so that Logan kissed the intrusive side several months ago. In the past, he’d never dare to do something so messy and feelings-y, but after spending as much time as he had with Remus as well as the emotions surrounding him, for one of the first times in his existence Logan allowed himself to let loose.
Their relationship was initially driven by lust, but it took very little time for things to deepen. It had been one thing for Logan to enjoy spending time with Remus, but now he looked forward to it every chance he got, his face betraying his stoic nature in a smile every time Remus entered the room. Before long, Remus was using the word boyfriend and Logan was accepting it.
The thought that he’s worried his partner, even in the state of near delusion he’s in, crosses his mind.
“M’ sorry for worrying you,” Logan says, his voice slurring slightly as though he’s intoxicated. Remus sighs, kneeling beside Logan and pushing aside his bangs that are plastered with sweat to his forehead. Remus has only ever seen Logan so disheveled during sex, and he’s certainly never seen him so weak.
“Who says I was worried?” Remus asks as though his tone of voice hasn’t already betrayed it, “Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little worried, fucking sue me.”
“You’re taking care of me,” Logan notes dizzily, leaning into Remus’s touch as he runs a hand through his messy hair, “That’s nice.”
“Shit, Lo, you’re loopier than I thought,” Remus musses, seeing the far-off look in his boyfriend’s eyes, “How’s your head?”
“It hurts.” Remus is fairly sure this is the first time he’s ever heard logic whine, and he’d be a damn liar if he said it isn’t kind of adorable.
“Okay, okay, I’ll get you some medicine,” Remus says, getting up to leave before feeling Logan’s clammy hand clamp down on his wrist.
“Logan?”
“Don’t leave,” Logan’s voice comes out weak and sad, “Please don’t leave.” It’s almost too much to handle, the sentimentality to Logan’s words as well as the almost juvenile desire for him to stay by his side as if something horrible will become of him if Remus leaves. There’s no way Logan’s going to believe any of this transpired once his head is clear again. Remus really should be filming this.
“Aw, Lolo, stop being so cute for a second, okay? I need to go get you some medicine and something to eat.”
“Strange, I don’t see a tie on you at the moment.” Logan huffs. “Just stay there for a second, okay? I’ll get you some medicine, it’ll make you feel better.” Remus can’t recall the last time he acted so civilly. “Taking care” of others really isn’t his thing, destruction and utter chaos is. If any of the others were ill, he doesn’t think he’d be acting the way he is, so put together and fucking caring, it almost makes him sick to think about. But Logan isn’t anybody else, he’s his boyfriend who’s overworked himself to the point of delusion and maybe he’s being a tad bit protective, but the idea of someone else taking care of Logan leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Just because he’s Remus doesn’t mean he’s any less capable of doing so, or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.
Remus comes back with the medicine and has to spend several minutes convincing Logan to take it; who knew he was such a bad patient? He sits with him a while listening to Logan spout almost as much nonsense that Remus usually does before Logan drifts off again.
“Don’t worry,” Remus whispers, pressing a kiss to Logan’s temple, “I’ll take care of you, dork.”
It’s a stupidly heartfelt thing to say, especially when Logan is clearly asleep, but it just seems to slip out. Remus slinks out of the room as quietly as he can, shutting the door behind him gently rather than slamming it like he usually does before wandering into the kitchen.
Remus is surprised to find Patton humming tunelessly as he stirs a pot of soup.
“Oh! Hiya Remus,” Patton says when he catches sight of him, looking a little startled in his presence. Even so, Remus has been hanging around the light sides a lot more, especially since Janus got accepted by Thomas, so Patton’s had some time to get a bit more used to him.
“Hi, Pattycake,” Remus greets, “Whatcha making? It smells good.”
“Chicken noodle soup,” he replies matter-of-factly, “It’s for Logan.” Remus quirks an eyebrow. That’s what Remus was about to attempt to make himself, but this smells homemade.
“How’d you know he was sick?”
“Oh, a dad has a way of knowing when his kiddos aren’t doing so hot,” Patton replies cryptically, “I also noticed Logan seemed a little off earlier. How’s he doing?” Remus pulls himself onto the kitchen counter, swinging his legs.
“Not fan-fucking-tastic,” Remus notes the way Patton bites his lip at that, probably about to scold him for his “potty mouth,” “I’ve told that nerd a billion gazillion times that he needs to take better care of himself. I swear he’s so wrapped up in looking after the rest of you I think he forgets about himself.” Patton hums thoughtfully.
“You really care about him, don’t you?” Remus blinks, the back and forth motion of his legs ceasing.
“Huh?” Patton smiles.
“I’ve heard the way Logan talks about you. I don’t even think he realizes how sweet he sounds when he’s saying it, about the conversations you two have and the experiments you do together. You make him awfully happy, you know that?”
Remus wants to play off the shock the statement has provoked. He wants to grin manically and talk about butts, or Jeffrey Dahmer, or anything else other than the warmth that blooms in the cavity in his chest where he believed a heart wasn’t present. But he can’t.
“Logan talks about me?” Patton laughs like Remus has just asked the most absurd question.
“Well of course he does, silly! You’re his boyfriend, aren’t ya?”
“I – uh – yeah. Yeah, I am. I didn’t know you knew that, though?” It comes out as a question. He’s never mentioned it to anyone except Janus, thinking that Logan wouldn’t want to tell the others.
“Yeah, Janus told me about it.” Remus’s jaw slackens. “Oh dear, was I not supposed to know that?”
“I mean, it’s not a secret, I guess. I’m just kind of surprised Double D would tell you.”
“Well, I’m sure I would’ve figured it out, either way, the way you two look at each other is so gosh darn cute! Janny just mentioned it in passing, really.” Remus narrows his eyes at Patton.
“Janny? There’s no way in hell Janus would let anyone call him that.” Patton flushes at that.
“You should hear the other things he lets me call him…” Remus slaps a hand over his mouth.
“Holy balls! Are you and Jan-the-man fucking?” Patton’s blush deepens as he turns the oven off and gets a bowl out of the cupboard.
“Well, looks like the soup’s ready! Better take some to Logan before it gets cold!” Remus hops off the counter with as much grace, taking the bowl from Patton’s hands and eyeing him suspiciously.
“This is not the end of this conversation,” he says, not missing the way Patton’s Adam’s apple bobs in a gulp, “I gotta admit, I’m kinda surprised you’re letting me take care of the nerd. I would think you’d jump at the chance to play nurse.” Patton shrugs.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to encroach on your time with him. I know you and I have had our disagreements,” Remus bites back to urge to say a very Roman-esque ‘UH understatement much!’, “But I also know you care a lot about Logan. And you also-also know that if anything bad ever happened to him that I would be very, very upset with you,” Patton flashes a demented smile clearly meant to intimidate Remus and he can certainly respect that. The smile fades back to his normal cheery nature as quickly as it appeared, “Now, get going and make him feel a Pat-ton better, okay kiddo?” Remus snorts at the silly name pun, taking a spoon from the drawer before taking the bowl down the hall.
“See ya around, Daddio.” Remus decides he’s going to have to kick Janus’s ass for not telling him about him and Patton. More so, though, Remus’s mind is occupied by the fact that Logan has spoken about him fondly and that Patton claimed that their affection for one another was obvious. To some extent, Remus had been under the assumption that Logan wouldn’t want to mention their relationship at all.
Remus opens the door slowly, balancing the bowl in his elbow as he finds Logan blinking awake at him. As much as he’d wanted to let Logan sleep, he isn’t sure the last time he’s had anything to eat.
“Remus?”
“I’m right here,” Remus says setting the bowl down on the bedside table and kneeling beside Logan’s bed, “I brought you some soup.” Logan squints, reaching for his glasses again and putting them back on.
“Huh?”
“Patton made you some, LoLo. Pops said he had a hunch you weren’t doing so hot. He’s a real smart cookie when it comes to taking care of you all, huh?” Logan scrunches up his face.
“I don’t want any.” Remus lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh come on, dorkalicious. You need to eat something, and it’ll be good for you.”
“Says the guy who regularly consumes deodorant.”
“Hey, that’s unrelated. I’m not the one who let myself get into such rough shape. Now be a good boy and eat your fucking chicken-noodle-soup.” Logan groans as Remus blows on a spoonful of soup and brings it towards Logan’s mouth. Logan sighs, opening his mouth and sighing around the spoon as he swallows a mouthful.
“Hungry, aren’t you?” Logan fails to reply, sitting up and placing the bowl in his lap. Remus watches as Logan devours the soup at record speed, draining the bowl in a few minutes. Remus chuckles, setting the bowl aside and seeing the way Logan’s eyes begin to droop again.
“You left me,” Logan pouts childishly, earning another laugh from his boyfriend.
“You fell asleep, babe,” Remus chides, “And I needed to get you something to eat. I never thought you’d be such a brat when you’re sick.” Logan sags back into the pillows as Remus pets his hair again.
“M’ not a brat,” Logan mumbles sleepily.
"Oh of course you aren’t. You’re just my difficult little shithead boyfriend. But a brat? You’d never dare be such a thing.” Logan makes a noncommittal noise before muttering something that sounds vaguely like “Come here.”
“What was that?” Logan sighs.
“Come here,” Logan repeats more clearly. “I want you to hold me.” Remus could scratch his own eyes out Logan is being so cute! His boyfriend is always so formal and presentable, which is nothing that Remus particularly minds, but this behavior is so out of character it’s kind of a lot to process. Logan seldom asks for cuddles, even when he wants them, so this direct neediness comes as a surprise.
“Fine, but only because you’re ailing,” Remus says dramatically as if he doesn’t always jump at the chance to cuddle with his boyfriend. Logan relaxes against Remus, throwing his arms around him loosely and snuggling into his shoulder. Logan’s skin is still clearly flushed, but his fever seems to be going down.
“Are you feeling any better?” Remus asks, his voice conveying more worry than he intends to express.
“A bit,” Logan mutters, “Thanks for looking after me.”
“Sure thing, dork. I mean, someone had to do it.”
“Yes, but you didn’t have to. You’re good, Rem. Really good.” Remus smiles, pressing a kiss to Logan’s cheek.
“You’re such a fucking sap when you’re delirious, it’s too cute.” Logan ignores that, his eyes fluttering closed.
“I love you, Remus.” Remus feels his heartrate spike as Logan’s grip around him tightens slightly. Remus knew that he and Logan share some very mushy, gushy feelings, but Logan loves him? Genuinely, truly loves him? For some time now he’s been trying to ignore the true depth of his feelings for Logan, not wanting to endanger a good thing, but now it looks like he doesn’t have to. Granted, Logan’s admitted these feelings in a state of delusion, but Remus doesn’t believe it to be any less true. If Patton says he sees their chemistry and Logan’s been as clingy as he has been, then he’s gonna choose to believe it.
“I love you too,” he says softly, far gentler than he’d ever imagined the admission would be – not that he really thought he’d ever get the opportunity to tell him in the first place. “I’m crazy about you, Lo.”
“Don’t let me go,” Logan says lethargically, half-asleep already, “I don’t wanna wake up to you being gone.”
“Okay, nerd,” Remus says, his heart – yes, he’s concluded that he’s got a heart somewhere in his chest, considering how soft Logan’s made him feel today – overflowing with love, “I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That will be satisfactory,” Logan mumbles before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Remus lies awake in Logan’s arms, thinking of how not long-ago Logan had considered himself completely emotionless and he had thought of himself as void of the capability for affection or love. Remus has never been so glad to be proven wrong.
So, there are a lot of Dark Side Romans out and about in the fandom. Pride, Lust, Apathy, Wrath, Envy, Self-Hatred, and more!
What if they were all in the same place, doing crimes?
Idea!
Roman is currently doubting his heroism, good person-ness, and usefulness to Thomas
What if he found out what split him and Remus, and decided to try it again in the hopes of becoming a hero once more?
Of course, something went terribly wrong, and Roman was split in not two, but seven pieces.
Now, in order to get their friend back, the Sanders sides must reunite the sides of Roman. Problem: Some of them are hostile, some of them are good hiders, and some don’t want to go back.
I picrewed the concepts for the sides. I didn’t draw these. My art skills are such that everything I draw looks like a potato.
Pride!
Lust! ( @meowthefluffy has a great AU about this concept) (Sadly, barely any elements of that character’s design were in this picrew)
Apathy!
Wrath!
Envy!
Self-Hatred!
And the original Roman after all of this splitting.
Here’s the link to the picrew: PICREW
There will be Analogince, with some Moceit on the side
Word count: a little under 1.7k words (bonus: 730 words)
Parings: Prinxiety, background moceit and intrulogical
Warnings: just one I think. Which is mentioned homophobia. But also cursing if you count “what the hell” as one. But let me know if there’s anything else
Note: hey! So this was inspired by @count-woe-laf ‘s idea of roman and Virgil working at a vintage cafe and just being gay with one another. I meant for it to be a quick little story, but I uh may have wrote a bit more than expected... also I wrote a bit of part 2, and figured I might as well include that too as a bonus. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this! It’s my first ever fic I’ve written, so it’s not perfect, but hopefully it will still be good. Enjoy!
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“Alright I’m heading out” George declared while fiddling with the last button of his heavy coat, “make sure you close up the shop”
George strode over to the door, hand on the handle but paused looking back at the two, with a sudden looked fury, eyebrows burrow and mouth in a twisted frown with a cold stare that could kill, “and if I return finding a single object broken or a spec of grime on my establishment, I’ll kick ya out the door with no hesitation.” He spat.
And as quickly as it appeared, his frown turned into a sickly smile and George’s face instantly brightened, quite an unnatural and nerving quirk of his that roman has yet to get used to, “have a fantastic evening boys! And don’t take any wooden nickels!” George called back while pushing the door open, the wave of icy air flowing inside then quickly disappearing as the door closed shut from behind him.
Roman looked over to Virgil who shivered violently “Is that from the weather, or George?” roman asked amused as Virgil scrunched up his nose and grimaced “both”
Roman chuckled a bit at the response, as he himself felt the same edging nerves.
“He just gives me the creeps...” Virgil mumbled
“Hey at least he’s letting us host a movie night”
Virgil shrugged “yeah I guess” and stood up from leaning on the counter and walked over to the empty tables “come on help me stack up the chairs”
Roman nodded In response and look around the room with a pleasant smile. He always adored the look of the cafe, since it resembled the charming architecture of New Orleans quite a bit, but it looked even better when closing up for the day. The golden evening sun shone through the glass onto the light spring green of the walls, reflecting off of black and white photos and signed records scattered across the wall. it gave the accents made of dark wood framing the corners and ceilings a warm and tender graze too. He looked outside as the winter wind blew a few left over autum leaves into the streets as the occasional car came rushing by. roman sighed with a smile, feeling content with the calming atmosphere around him.
“Roman?” Virgil called back
Roman snapped back to reality “huh? oh right, sorry” And he promptly set to work, picking up a wooden chair from the near by table and setting it upside down on the table, as Virgil did the same across the room.
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Despite his dislike for their boss, who in which Virgil often speculates to be a murder in hiding, Virgil actually enjoyed working at the vintage cafe. Well, the actual working part where he had to talk to customers wasn’t that particularly fun, but he enjoyed being there with roman. Roman always has infuriated him since day one, with roman singing any and every Disney song just to annoy Virgil (only for him to be humming it the very next day under his breath) ,or his insistence of being extremely extra any chance he got, he still somehow ended up being good friends with the insufferable good hearted idiot that is his coworker, not to mention have the same group of friends as him.
After the last chair was put up, Virgil sighed and walked over to said-idiot who was sitting at the counter. He looked up from his phone when Virgil sat down next to him. “So what movies did you bring to choose from?”
Roman perked up at this, “oh! hold on let me go get them!” He rushed to the back room and came out a moment later with a giant box filled with many many CD’s and set it on the counter, “before I left this morning I made sure to bring my fabulous collection of Disney movies, and a couple of other stuff” roman explained proudly,
Virgil looked at the box on the counter and then looked over to roman with a incredulous look on his face, eyebrows raised.
“What? I couldn’t possibly choose between any of my darling babies!” Virgil just rolled his eyes in response, trying to smother the fond smile peaking at his the corners of his mouth. After a brief moment, he looked back to roman who was smiling... at him for some reason. “...What?” Virgil asked smirking back at roman unable to hide his own smile anymore.
“It’s nothing I just...” roman doesn’t finish and seems to be spacing out again, a habit virgil has learned he does quite often, but he’s staring at virgil with a look of what he can only describe as admiration at the very least.
Roman’s jade green eyes are gleaming softly as he’s looking at him reminding virgil of candle light and the evening sun shines on his face making his small smile even brighter. Roman suddenly shakes his head dragging himself out of his thoughts, “Sorry, I- uh spaced out there for a second,” Roman cleared his throat, and started busying himself with taking the CD’s out of the box.
“It’s ok” Virgil responded and looked down at the floor. Then he glances back up a roman and He notices a single lonely strand of hair falling down on his forehead, out of place from the rest of roman’s bronze curls and waves on his head. Without thinking Virgil leans forward and raises his hand and starts playing with the loose strand, twirling it and wrapping his finger around it
“it’s kinda funny sometimes to see you space out anyways, you always have that stupidly cute smile on your face whenever you do,” Virgil mumbled under his breath still smirking, then glances down to roman’s flushed freckled face and-
OHGODWHATDIDHEJUSTDO
wait- WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY?
The sudden sound of the door opening followed by the wave of icy air against Virgil’s now heated face caused him to draw his attention away from the moment and instead to the man in the doorway, who worked at the family-owned library across the street. “Oh h-hey specs!” The flustered expression on roman’s face had turned into an awkward smile, face still pink.
Virgil cleared his throat uncomfortably, “...didn’t you have something to do with the debate team today?” He asked
Logan, observing the odd tension between the two but saying nothing of it, took off his heavy coat and hanged it up on the coatrack. “it was cancelled do to Mr. Wells catching the flu, and Janus who was planning to take me to the meeting, apparently has a cold due to the weather”
Virgil snorted and rolled his eyes “yeah like he’s not just faking it”
“Perhaps, remus has mentioned to me accounts of the past where Janus had successfully faked an illness” Logan considered, “but I highly doubt he can convince Patton” Logan strode over to the box eyebrow raised, “Roman, did you bring your entire library of Disney movies?”
Virgil respond before roman opened his mouth “yep.” Behind him, he heard roman’s offended stuttering.
“They’re not all Disney! I have other movies than just that, like-“ roman looked down and searched through the box “see? Like princess bride! Among other things!”
Logan sighed and took the box and carefully dumped it on the counter and began shuffling through them. Once again, came the sound of door opening followed by the wave of icy air that made them all shiver slightly.
“Sorry I’m late you guys!” Patton stood in front of the door taking off his scarf and cap, “Janus seemed to have a cold and I couldn’t have possibly left him there like that until I made him cream of broccoli... though i didn’t have time to make sure he was sick, but he didn’t seem like he was faking it”
Virgil saw roman make a gagging face at the mention of ‘cream of broccoli’ and kicked him playfully under the counter to get him to stop before Patton saw. Roman pouted and mouthed a little ‘HEY’ and kicked Virgil back. Which Virgil ignored him as he said,” it’s fine Patton” then turned to kick roman again, which prompted a kicking war as they both attempted to kick and deflect the other.
Logan rolled his eyes at the nonsense and turned to Patton,” well conveniently, you came in just in time. we were just in the middle of selecting what movie to watch”
“Oh, great!” Patton cheerfully walked over to the movies displayed as Logan explained, “Roman predictably brought an abundance of Disney movies, but of course in case one of us disagrees, I’ve separated the non-Disney produced films into this group here” Patton nodded and looked over all the selections, wall-e... sleeping beauty... Harry Potter...
“Wait roman you have Greece?!” Patton gasped and picked up the CD.
“Huh?” Roman turned from Virgil mid-kick.
“Greece!” Patton held up the cd, “I didn’t know you watched it!”
Roman, with a look of confusion for a moment, suddenly made the connection,” oh! that must’ve gotten mixed up with my collection of movies I took with me when I moved out with my step-dad, I think that may be my mom’s. Sorry padre”
Patton gasped again, “what? You haven’t seen Greece?!”
“What’s ‘greece’?” Logan questioned
“Oh my goodness! Have none of you guys seen it?!”
Logan and Virgil shook their heads, “I mean I think I saw my mom watch it once or twice but I don’t have a good memory of it” Roman shrugged
“Ok, that’s it. We’re watching Greece. You guys have to watch it!” Patton announced, despite the unsure looks of the rest, “Don’t worry! It’s a really fun and cheesy! So we can make fun of it! That’s what me and my aunt used to do all the time when i was younger!”
Logan looked to roman and Virgil,” do we all agree on watching Greece then?”
Roman shrugged, “sure!” followed by Virgil nodding,” yeah I guess”
Patton brightened, “yay! And don’t worry, I’m sure guys will enjoy it!”
Bonus:
“Have a wonderful evening Ms.Garcia!” Roman called to the exiting woman, who said nothing while looking down at her phone, but then waved a few seconds later, eyes still strained to the screen and left.
“Rude.” Roman mumbled, followed by a small snort he heard coming from his stormy knight in black leather beside him.
“yeah at least you didn’t have to deal with her order,” virgil grumbled, “where were you anyways? I thought we’d agreed to handle that homophobic prick together,”
“I was cleaning the sink!” Roman argued
Virgil eyed him, “it doesn’t take that long to clean the sink,”
“Ok fine, so I may have took my time with it..”
“Princey, really?!”
“I’m sorry! Look, I-“ roman wanted to say anything but the stupid truth that what he was actually doing was texting Remus for help on how he could smoothly ask the dreaded emo out.
As suspected, his suggestions were either too difficult to pull off, or inappropriate for freshman in high school like themselves. ‘What did you do to get Logan to go out with you?’ He remembered asking, ‘uhhhh I think I just asked him to do something with me that peeked his interest, like the first time we dissected a bunny-‘ roman refused to read the rest of the message from there on. Something that peaked his interests...
“How about this... if I let you choose a movie for us to watch together like a movie night of sorts, will you forgive me?” Roman suggested.
“Mmm...”
“Please my chemically imbalanced romance???,” roman pleaded, hoping the reference will help win him over.
“Ugh ok fine. Next weekend, Friday night. Ok?”
Roman brightened, “its a date then.” Roman agreed proudly. Virgil raised his eyebrows, oh god-, “like, you know, a friend date... with friends. Well, if you want to invite the others” please say no, please say no-
“Yeah that would be fun, let me text the group chat to see if anyone can make it,”
WAIT NO-
“Ok Logan and Janus apperently have an after school thing... Remus said he was busy.... oh cool Patton said he could make it” GAUH- WHY?!
“Sounds great!” Roman forced a smile. Maybe it wouldnt be that bad.. right?
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It’s bad. It’s so so bad. He’s screwed. After excusing himself from the group to head to the bathroom, roman was finally able to think back and comprehend those few moments previous to Logan’s entry. Roman quickly shut the door behind him and leaned against. He took a deep breath and slid down to the floor, with a dopey grin on his face. It all happened to fast, Roman couldn’t help but notice the small shy smile coming from him, god it was so adorable. Suddenly Virgil looked over and caught the look roman gave him. Usually, roman would have covered it up, made a quick excuse, and he was in the middle of already doing so. But that gosh darn golden evening sun poked out of the clouds at the worse time possible. And roman was unable to think of anymore thoughts other than how incredibly breathtaking Virgil looked. The sunshine on his hair made it look so soft and messy and unkempt, his bangs failing to hide the absolute treasure that is his eyes. His eyes reflected the light, showing the streaks around his iris light up like brash elegant lightning. But even without the dramatic lighting, Roman has to admit his smile was absolutely the cutest thing about him, wide and joyful and just so full of pure happiness, rare enough to where anyone who was able to witness it must’ve considered themselves the luckiest human being on earth. Till he snapped out of it. He apologised, trying to act busy with moving cd cases around, but before he could even began cursing himself, Virgil leaned in closer to roman, which in fact has been the closest he’s ever been to him. Roman turned his head towards him, and the image of Virgil’s stupid gorgeous smirking face inches away from his, dark eyes filled with lightning, looking slightly above roman’s line of sight WHILE TOYING WITH A LOOSE STRAND OF HIS HAIR, is stuck in his mind on loop forever and forever. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the memory, he was saying something, wasn’t he? What did he say??
Summary: Remus wants to be accepted by all the sides. No matter how much he enjoys playing the villain he still wants acceptance. Virgil is just trying to help with his attempts. They both can’t help connecting Remus to fairytale roles just very different roles
Warnings: ducking out, being ignored, pining (sort of), religious references
Background ship: Mociet
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Remus watched a lot more than he acted. He was Thomas’s intrusive thoughts and his creativity, but both those roles only surfaced uses occasionally. In fact he had to watch a lot because he sometimes functioned more like a fire alarm than anything else.
When there were multiple sides all struggling at the same time Remus would start yelling, start flinging ideas from his side of creativity out into Thomas’s mind. Sometimes he’d end up sat giggling in the corner as Roman flustered and tried to figure out what the idea he was being thanked for actually was. It was always gratifying to see his job as Creativity get praise even if Thomas had a fairly unhealthy mindset that only useable ideas could come from Roman and not Remus.
Still, because he just watched so much of the time he wasn’t actively disrupting things to try and get one of the others feeling better he did end up essentially being a villain in the mind space, or one of the Dark Sides as Roman had called them when Thomas finally picked up that there might be more sides of him than he originally thought.
It was always a fun role to play since it worked with the intrusive thoughts he had to bring up when things got bad. There was only one problem with it though.
If you play a villain sooner or later it will cause you pain, whether or not it began as your choice. The words start to cut too deep and you’re too far into the role to stop them without it being seen as more banter or fulfilling the role even further.
The only quick way Remus had seen to escape the role at that point is with dramatics and if Remus knew anything it was witnessing dramatics. Now he just needed to copy everything his brother was known for doing.
Easy.
If only.
He tried ducking out originally, copying Virgil since he was the side Remus adored watching the most.That way hopefully someone would notice and come to find him, finally acknowledge the good that Remus does.
Except Logan had already acknowledged the good of his role, and how it impacted the others. He’d even pointed out the causes behind Remus’s growing and shrinking prominence to Thomas.
Virgil was the only one to notice, appearing on his bed and laying down. Remus didn’t react when he felt the other side appear in his room, already entirely focused on ducking out. That was before Virgil started speaking.
“I wonder if you have notebooks in here of everything you’ve watched happening. I know Logan and Roman would do that. Write their observations or grand stories of each day in journals and save them. Probably even reflect over what different actions suggest about the situations.” Virgil was already addressing Remus as though he was there, but was just staring at the ceiling as he carried on musing.
“Somehow that doesn’t seem like your style. You’ve been doing the watching thing for far longer than can be recorded in the books I can see on your shelves, most of which are more likely to be sketchbooks anyway
“Come find me if you want to share anything interesting you watch though. I could help if you need to sound a concern over something.” He hadn’t stayed long, and almost as soon as Remus was about to pull himself back into his role again Virgil was getting up to leave.
There was one last glance at the room before Virgil left with the words, “I’ve grown used to your stares. I hope they aren’t over.”
Being dramatic by ducking out obviously was not easy.
Remus next thought to play along with the religious films he’d been introduced surrounding, dramatically pray for forgiveness in the middle of the common space, wailing and bemoaning all his wrongs and how sorry he was for them.
“Go to a monastery if you’re going to insist on piety, Remus. We’re exercising self-care tonight not self punishment.” Janus dismissed him, glaring through a facemask.
Beside him, Patton had curled up a little more, biting his lip and looking to Janus for guidance apparently. “Surely we can listen to his apologies and let him calm down with us.” He suggested tentatively.
Janus just shook his head. “Remus goes through phases like this every so often. He’ll work through it if you ignore him for long enough.”
“And usually gets one of us the help we need at the same time as that.” Virgil hissed, having gone unnoticed as he came down the stairs since Remus had carried on praying loudly while the pair tried to dismiss or ignore him. “I think this time I’ll listen to him, but since you’re having a selfish night taking over our commons, we’ll talk in the kitchen.”
The suggestion was enough for Remus to latch onto Virgil, clinging to him like a koala as he went into the kitchen, still keeping up the pleas for forgiveness until he was placed on a counter top.
“If I say you’re forgiven is it going to matter?” Virgil smirked a little, glancing back through to where Logan and Roman had popped downstairs to check if everything was okay still.
“Am I going to be the villain forever?” Remus shook his head, asking his own question. He knew that Virgil accepted him now, the times he’d been watching since trying to duck out had revealed that much. That didn’t help him get accepted by everyone though, especially when he was realising more and more that the ‘acceptance’ he’d thought he had from Janus was more like being ignored or dismissed.
He wasn’t expecting Virgil to peer curiously at him before beginning to scheme silently a little.
“No, you’re just trying to play the role of a villain wanting to be redeemed when really that’s not where you’d fit in a fairytale. I’ll see if I can do something to help.” Virgil decided after a while of thinking, offering a one armed hug before he headed out of the kitchen. “Just remember if Roman invites you to something this week, I’d suggest you accept it. Accept it for me?”
Remus just cheers an agreement, exaggerating the joy at having some help. He wasn’t sure his next idea would be very successful in anything other than making him more hated.
The invite from Roman came only a couple of days later, before Remus had decided on carrying out any more attempts to be accepted. He wasn’t sure just how he’d be accepted by the other sides because of a ball, apparently to find a noble prince of the imagination realm a suitor, but if it was what Virgil asked for of course he was going to do it.
Of course he still had to break the rules a little. The invite specifically insisted on formal wear, and Roman had not so graciously said that his usual uniform would be perfectly suitable for it. Just because of those facts he was going to go in the mess clothes he kept for painting or sculpting or well any creatively messy activity he’d encountered so far.
That didn’t stop the creations in the imagination from letting him into the ball, although it did have Roman immediately trying to make a beeline for him upon entrance. He was interested in how that conversation might have gone down actually, but the music turning into an introductory tune and lights being directed towards the balcony opposite the entrance he’d come though stopped everyone to turn to it.
Remus did slide down the bannister to join the crowd waiting as the doors behind the balcony opened, trying to make sure there was plenty of a crowd between him and his brother. Only then did he look back up at the spotlight on the balcony.
There stood Virgil, clearly dressed by Roman if the outfit was anything to go by. To one side of him was an imagination resident, holding a scroll up. “Introducing Prince Virgil of the Thomasphere! The Kingdom greets all our honoured guests and noble subjects to Prince Virgil’s suitor ball.” They proclaimed, bowing and stepping back to the door with a bow.
Virgil meanwhile had been scanning through the crowd, Remus wasn’t quite sure who for, but as soon as Virgil’s eyes met his the other was trying to hold in snickers. “Kind subjects, I will not hold your hopes up for the duration of the evening. I have already decided who I would like to be my suitor, if he will accept.” He announced, and suddenly Remus had to know where each of the other Sides were in the hall, having only located Roman and Virgil so far. He almost missed Virgil adding “I shall go an ask for his hand first before announcing his name to you all.”
It was easy to locate Janus and Patton, both stood near the band that was set up to one side of the people, just below the balcony. Logan was harder to spot, dressed in more blues than he usually would and blending in among the brightly coloured pageantry. Remus finally spotted him near the base of one set of steps from the balcony, and easily traced the staircase up, now expecting Virgil to be heading down them towards Logan.
Instead Virgil wasn’t headed towards any of the others, all located closer to the opposite set of stairs to the one he was coming down. The closest stairscase to Remus actually and that was the first clue to what Virgil hoped to happen that evening he got.
He didn’t have any time to try and figure out further clues though because Virgil was stood in front of him, letting out a breathy laugh. “Do I have to be fairy godmother and prince charming all at once for you?” Virgil asked, looking Remus up and down once more. “You’re much better at manipulating outfits than I am.”
“If you’re saying my outfit isn’t good enough for this event then it’s only fair you’re the one who changes it.” Remus suggested, throwing a wink his way and still bewildered over being Virgil’s choice. “Does this mean I can kiss and bite at your skin? That we’re dating and I can cling on to you as much as I want to?” The questions couldn’t be held back now Remus had started speaking, however much he wanted to hold onto the moment.
Virgil just nodded to all the questions, falling silent as he concentrated on Remus and his outfit. The transformation came gradually, the paint splatters growing along his arms into stripes, stains from clay dust expanding into a jacket and all slowly merging to shades of greens and browns until Remus was stood in the suit of a Tudor farmer. Perhaps the outfit still wasn’t the level of nobility a royal ball would require but Remus adored it.
“Perhaps no biting unless we’re in private, but yes, we can start dating now.” Virgil was the one to break the silence that fell between them while they took in the outfit. “But first you might want to greet my subjects and just look at the expressions of the others.”
The quiet whisper made Remus turn, spotting Roman looking over at them proudly. Janus and Patton were having a hushed conversation between them, starting off with frowns although by the time they met his eyes they were grinning again, nodding in what seemed to be approval. Logan was the most surprising to Remus, he was watching them with a calculating gaze.
Virgil spotted that at the same time as him, beginning to snicker. “You might watch us all the time but Logan always seems to pay little attention until something big happens and then he has to analyse everything leading up to it and try to figure out if he should have predicted a situation would occur.”
“Enough of that, I’ve got peasants to traumatise.” Remus just cackled, brushing the comment off for now and dragging Virgil up the stairs, all the bounce he’d usually use to alarm people going into his excitement at having Virgil for himself now.
