#fluffysidesstuff

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Consider: Deceit and Logan are the only two braincells of the sides. But they’re madly in love with each other and whenever they interact/make eye contact they lose all braincells. Now no-one has braincells.

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consider: child Remus ‘marrying’ child Logan and child Deceit at the same time because he loves them both only to be reunited in adulthood to husbands Logan and Deceit and oops looks like he’s fallen in love with the couple all over again

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I Get It - Intrulogical

Summary: Remus doesn’t get romance, he doesn’t understand it, and he doesn’t fall in love easily unlike his brother. Something, no, someone changes that.

Based off the incorrect quote here.

Warnings: slight sexual innuendos/jokes

Word count: 716

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Remus never understood it. He watched and observed, mostly his twin brother but the couples passing by, his friends, strangers, his own parents. Remus never understood romance and relationships. Roman definitely did.

As the two of them entered high school it became obvious how much society expected them to grow up all of a sudden. And Roman had an array of men and women flinging themselves at him at any one time. Remus didn’t. Not to say that people didn’t like him or ask him out, he was a rebel, a punk, so unlike his brother and yet they shared good looks, but they knew that Remus didn’t do relationships. Roman himself having a new partner every month in a desperate attempt for his soulmate – Remus didn’t believe in that shit, not that he’d tell his brother and break his heart in another way.

But then Roman starts falling hard for one of Remus’ best friends – straying from his own friendship groups of theatre kids. And, well, Janus fell hard back. And suddenly he was seeing a lot more of his brother around school and a lot more of his friend at home. Not that he hated either one of them, he couldn’t, and he hated to admit that they were right for each other. Janus helped Roman calm down, and Roman helped Janus to smile.

Remus was just… bitter? Jealous? Exhausted? Maybe all of the above. He’d never confess it to anyone. Ever.

Roman has just come off the phone from who Remus assumes was Janus going by the two-hour time period and the giant smile on his twin’s face as well as the not so subtle blush on his cheeks.

Remus made a noise of distaste, uttering, “Everyone's in a relationship all of a sudden, I don't understand what's so special about it, it's gross...”

“It’s not gross!” Roman defended, his hand braced against his chest in that mock-offended way, “you’ve just got to find that special person, Rem, then you’ll understand, it might not be soon but you will, then you’ll understand how Jay makes me feel.”

Remus gags, “I don’t think I want to feel that.”

Roman sputters, blushing even brighter, “not like that!”

Remus’ laughter echoes throughout the house, following Roman to the kitchen.

And they rarely bring it up again. They almost forget about it. They graduate, they go to college, they move out, Roman and Jay get married, Remus cries even though he firmly denies it, and they carry on with life. Remus does think about his own love life, a lot, too much, he hates how cold and empty his little apartment gets, he hates waking up alone and yet he hates waking up with a one-night stand just as much. He doesn’t fall in love; he merely falls in lust. And he questions his romantic orientation.

But then, finally, it happens. He meets him. It’s unlike the ways they portray it in movies and in books, different from the way Roman explained it, different from anything he’s ever felt before. He simply felt drawn to this man, intrigued and attracted in a way different that before. He didn’t want to lead this man to bed and kick him out in the morning, no, he wants to lead this man to his bed and make him breakfast in the morning, listen to his rants, to his problems, hold him close, keep him safe.

Remus becomes sweeter, softer, gentle. He takes him out for dinner and coffee, to the museum, to hilltops on starry nights. And in turn he learns to laugh, to not take himself so seriously, to take care of himself

“...oh, okay. I get it,” he whispers into the dark of their bedroom. Feeling all too awake despite the hour but not wanting to move and disrupt his sleeping boyfriend.

Logan, laying with his head on his chest, eyes closed and breathing slow, looking beautiful and ethereal under the moonlight. And Remus can’t look away. He’s drawn to Logan, like there’s an inexplicable force dragging him closer. He dares not to say it aloud but maybe he’s in love with the smart talking, stoic, secretly a sweetheart of a boyfriend of his.

He leans in and kisses Logan’s forehead, smiling as Logan cuddles closer to him.

[anotherloganstan]

Consider: punk Virgil giving nerdy Logan a makeover and having an ‘oh fuck I’m gay’ moment because Logan looks so good but secretly he’s always been in love with his dork of a friend

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Oh my god, consider: parental, super married Loceit with child Remus (and maybe child Virgil too.... he babie)

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Consider: Logan is the one covered in scrapes and plasters and is generally a mess. And Remus is the one who cleans himself up and rarely gets himself all cut up - he will tend to Logan’s ‘injuries’ though.

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“You’re so, so, so pretty.” Analogical? Maybe one is tipsy/drunk and is very affectionate? And I don't mind if it's a drabble or fanfic, whichever you write is fine ^_^

It’s not exactly a party, just friends getting together to drink. Logan’s pleasantly buzzed but Virgil, who’s currently draped over him, is drunk. Virgil mumbles something into his shoulder, incoherent yet cute.

“What?” Logan asks.

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

His words are slurred, and he cuddles closer to Logan.

“And you’re drunk.”

Virgil huffs, pulling back to look at Logan.

“But tomorrow I’ll be sober, and you’ll still be pretty.”

Logan sighs, “we should get you to bed.”

“Only if you come with me.”

Logan just looks at him.

“Pretty please.”

They wake up together, and Virgil soberly confesses.

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Give me Deceit who is a absolute mastermind, so smart, bordering on genius with absolutely no common sense. None. Nada. Forgets to add milk to cereal then eats it with a butter knife. Forgets to change out of his pyjamas until someone points it out then his trousers are on backwards and shoes on the wrong feet.