Summary: Remus and Logan make their way into the Imagination, getting a little more than pretty sights from their fireworks.
The cool night air surrounded them, a breeze ruffling Logan’s hair. There was barely any light besides the waning crescent moon, an occasional firefly, and the lighter held in Remus’s hand. Crickets chirped and cicadas buzzed, the night calm and silent.
“When can I do it?” Remus glanced eagerly at Logan.
“In a minute.”
Logan finished clearing the trees in the general vicinity, snapping his finger for each one. The Imagination was convenient in that respect. Any area you needed to suit your desires, you could make.
“And… now.”
Remus lit the rope, watching it trail along the grass. Logan yanked him back, stepping away from the fireworks. He tightened his hold on Logan’s hand as the fuse burned closer.
Boom.
Blue and green lights lit up the sky, the noise drowning out all the night time sounds. The sudden light burned at their eyes, but they didn’t dare close them. Not when the complicated patterns danced and fell, dazzling their vision.
“They’re beautiful,” Logan said in a near-whisper. Remus glanced over for a moment to see Logan’s expression, having to force himself to look back at the fireworks after seeing Logan’s beautiful face.
“Thanks. I worked hard.”
After they’d all fallen gently to the ground, Logan sat down with his hands resting on the grass, droplets of water tickling his fingers. Remus joined him, the cool breeze prompting him to roll up his sleeves.
Logan had no right to look as pretty as he did while he played with a piece of grass, a residual smile on his face, eyes trailing over the grass.
His eyes met Remus’s to find that the creative side was staring at him, expression changing into a smirk.
“Staring?”
Remus blushed, hopefully invisible under the low light, trying to mask it by matching Logan’s expression instead. “Maybe.”
“Y’know,” Remus shifted onto his knees, facing Logan, “I don’t think you’re told how pretty you are nearly enough.”
It was Logan’s turn to blush, their faces close enough that Remus could notice it.
“Well,” Logan’s eyes flickered between Remus’s, “why don’t you?”
Remus sat back onto his feet, distancing himself. “First of all, you’re physically attractive.”
“Going in-depth for your flirting?”
“Well, I thought you’d appreciate it, being direct and logical as you are,” Remus said, grinning at the logical side, “and there’s quite a few categories.
“The way your jaw curves, and how it’s accented by your hair. It frames your face, all thin and soft. Your eyebrows are stern most of the time, but I love seeing how your face relaxes when we’re alone. Your eyes… I could stare all day into your eyes, just get lost in the color. But you’d leave after a while, getting up with some excuse about having to do work. I’d stare at your ass and make a comment about it as you left, but be yearning inside for you to come back.”
Logan didn’t have a response, eyes transfixed on Remus’s, but the creative side could only assume he was blushing.
“Second category. Your voice. Or rather, how you talk. You assert yourself, you’re serious, and most of the time, you’re extremely confident. You’re not scared to say anything because you don’t understand why you wouldn’t say it as long as it’s related, which gets incredibly annoying with the others. You’re like me. You think of something, you say it. And you know when you’re right, which makes you the only person I will ever take criticism from. Everything you say makes me want to ask another question, makes me wanna listen to you rant for hours on end, even if I don’t give a shit about the topic, just to listen to you.”
This was beginning to feel more like a love confession than their usual playful flirting.
“And the third category, I… I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s just… you, your existence, being around you, seeing you be happy, and every time you make any sort of expression that you like being around me. Of course it makes me happy any time I get compliments on my work, but weirdly, even though you compliment my stuff more than anyone else, it means so much more, maybe because you’re logic and if logic likes something it has to be good, or maybe because you point out all the things I was specifically proud of, or maybe because I get compliments from mostly just you, or maybe just because I’m stupidly in love with you and you mean everything to me and I wanna kiss you so badly-”
He let out a small squeak as Logan was all but sitting on his lap, lips pressed against Remus’s mouth. It felt like a whole new fuse, a spark igniting along with the intense beating of his heart and warmth in his chest.
Stupid feelings.
He pressed back into the kiss, feeling Logan give a little bite to his lip. He refused to let them take a moment to breathe, losing himself in the moment. Logan held him by the back of his neck, his other hand slipping down Remus’s arm to lace their fingers together.
Content Warning: Innuendo, brief description of physical injury, and capslock
Chapter 2 Fuse- I Want To Hold Your Hand
Logan stood with the wind blowing through his hair. It smelled of salt and soot. He watched the lone figure at the edge of the plateau as it spread out its arms into the wind. Their back was to him but Logan was confident it was Remus based on the silhouette and thumping in his chest.
He walked toward the figure but started running when it started teetering on the edge of the cliff below it. Heart and feet pounding, Logan watched as Remus slowly turned around and leaned back as if expecting the wind to catch him. The thought flashed through his head that it probably could, but Logan was terrified of the empty peaceful smile of abandonment on Remus' face.
Logan reached the edge of the cliff and grabbed Remus' hand just before the equilibrium of balance sent him tumbling. Remus' eyes snapped open and he glanced over Logan in confusion followed quickly by exasperation.
"Fuck, I told Roman I didn't want to think about this. Leave me Alone, Roro!" he hissed as Logan stood there anchoring him on the cliff.
"What were you trying to do, Remus?" Logan asked with a hard edge in his voice, pulling Remus back from the edge.
"Let me go, you're not even a good projection," Remus sassed back, trying to shake off Logan’s hand.
"I don't understand the mechanics of these daydreams, but I assure you I'm only here because neither Roman nor Janus would risk coming after you. You've been in here a week, Remus. What's going on?" Logan pulled him a few steps from the edge. Remus blinked in confusion.
"Wait, Logan? The real one?" Remus tried to step back and pull away but Logan wouldn't let his hand go, "why is your hand so sticky? Were ya thinkin' of me?" Remus winked and made a shaking gesture with his other hand circled that made his meaning explicitly clear.
Logan gave an exasperated grunt, "will you answer my question? Everyone is worried about you!" he tried to throw his hands in the air to accentuate his point but Remus wouldn't let go. Logan pulled hard, "let go, Remus!"
"I- I can't!" Remus pulled hard, uncurling his fingers to prove the point, "either your grip is made of warm fleshy iron or we're stuck.."
"While I have always believed in the power of a firm handshake," Logan uncurled his fingers and stared at the fused skin of their palms, "I do believe you are correct. We are stuck."
Remus sighed and sat down on the edge of the cliff, pulling Logan down with him. Logan huffed and watched as Remus squinted his eyes closed as if completely focused on a single thought. Logan sat there impatiently, his back to the cliff which felt unsafe. He'd, unfortunately, grabbed Remus's left hand with his own left hand.
"Nope, don't think I can undo it. If it were my daydream this wouldn't be a problem," Remus' eyes popped back open and he sighed, staring out over the landscape. Logan spun around, crossing his left arm in front of him, and followed Remus' gaze.
What Logan hadn't expected were plumes of smoke all along the shoreline. Licks of orange flame flickered like candles between the leaves of the trees. Further in the distance a canyon rent the surface and a desert stretched beyond. Rocks seemed broken, trees ripped out by their roots, grass and flowers trampled. It didn't look like anyone would want to live here because the person who did had left fragments in his path.
"You've been busy," Logan breathed out.
"It's been a week? Yeah, you could say that. I couldn't wreck ass so I had to wreck something," Remus scratched the back of his neck, "just needed to not be around and I knew Janus would try to wake me up too soon."
"So that's why you tricked Roman into creating a place for you to destroy? Why didn't you wake yourself up when you were done?"
"What do you think I was trying to do when you stopped me, Specs? Haven’t you ever had a falling dream where you wake up before you hit the ground? I was trying that- for like the third time," Remus mumbled the last part but it turned Logan’s blood cold.
"What about the failsafe, Remus?" the edge to Logan’s voice could have sliced a weaker man open.
"I destroyed it," Remus shrugged, thumb rubbing the back of Logan’s hand.
"You- no. No that's-" Logan went pale, eyes scanning the ravaged scenery in front of him. He was fooling himself if he thought Remus would lie.
Logically, he realized that this meant he had no way out of the daydream if Roman couldn't pull them out. Practically a suicide mission.
This made Logan feel rather upset.
Half-baked words and phrases continued to sputter out of his mouth as he realized just how badly Remus had fucked them both over.
"Logan?" hearing his name brought him back to the side of the cliff and the ice in his blood boiled instantly.
Logan stood, dragging Remus away from the edge as he started pacing, "you mean to tell me you Destroyed our only way out of here? What could possibly have possessed you to do that? What are we doing here Remus? What the FUCK could you POSSIBLY be Thinking?"
"LO-" Remus tried to get his attention but kept getting dragged along the rocky ground.
"I could Almost understand taking out excess aggression and violent thoughts in this kind of environment, but WILLFULLY TRAPPING YOURSELF HERE WAS RECKLESS! And then I found you THROWING YOURSELF OFF A CLIFF Like That Would Even Make Sense!" Logan couldn't stop. He was so angry and so frightened even if yelling was his only way to admit that.
"LOGAN!" Remus screamed as Logan’s pacing went a step too far. Remus dug his toes into the ground and grabbed Logan’s arm with his other hand as well as the other lost balance and went over the edge of the cliff with a scream.
Remus braced himself to be pulled over the edge but found he stopped sliding after a few inches. Looking over the edge he saw that Logan was hanging from his grasp, terrified and gasping for breath, a crack in his glasses lens and a scrape on his forehead but otherwise unharmed.
Logan started to laugh and reached up with his free hand to get a more secure grip on the stoney face of the cliff. Working together, Remus helped Logan climb back up to safety where he promptly laid back on his back, still laughing.
"So ah, who's the one throwing himself off cliffs now?" Remus asked with a smirk, kneeling beside Logan.
"I'm gonna die here. Stuck to you," Logan stared blankly at the sky.
"Look I didn't expect Ro to try and send anyone in here after me. I didn't want to come back, it's not like any of you want me around," Remus fingered a few pebbles, throwing them as hard as he could over the side of the cliff. The scattered impacts were lost to the sound of the wind.
Remus looked down as Logan squeezed his hand tighter. Logan slowly sat up and turned to look at the impulsive side, "we need you. Thomas isn't Thomas without you and I can think of no higher reason to stay than his well-being. Like with Virgil, we can all work on finding coping mechanisms to deal with the intrusive thoughts, but that isn't all you are," Logan looked off into the distance, "for you, being unwanted is just a symptom of being misunderstood. Actually being unwanted is different."
"Uh oh, you sound like Virgil. This place must be getting to you already, Logan," Remus stood, waiting for Logan to use his hand to get up, "come on, let's get you out of here before you get any more sexy- I mean bloody." Logan missed the slip of the tongue and stood, brushing himself off with one hand.
They stood there, pondering how to walk with their hands still attached.
Logan cleared his throat, "I suppose the simplest thing to-"
He was cut off as Remus grinned and twirled him around quickly. Something slipped and Logan found himself wrapped in the crook of Remus's arm, fingers now laced together with Remus's hand over his. Logan flushed and turned to look at Remus whose face was almost uncomfortably too close to his, "Ho- How did you do that?"
"This is my world now and I'm gonna show it to you my way, daddy," Remus smirked and pulled Logan toward a different edge of the plateau.
"But our palms…" Logan tried to free his hand but found that they were still stuck in the new position.
"Don't question it. Let's go."
Logan was flustered and didn't notice the slight flush to Remus' cheeks as he led him to a more gradual decline down the plateau and into an open plain of tall dry grasses, waving lightly in the wind.
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