#imagical

[logically-asexual]

Logan has been overheating lately and Remus is going to take a look. they’ll find out soon enough that his hardware and programming are perfectly fine.

this is Part 2/2 of Scientists + Intrulogical AUs (inspired by Tumblr Posts) 💙💚🖤

Part 1

[rainecreatesstuff]

I am a strong believer in Flirty Logan™️. Like he has notebooks filled with different ways to fluster the others. And he knows exactly how every side will react to certain kinds of flirting, and which flirting styles are most effective for which sides. For example, here are some excerpts from his notebooks.

Use teasing and unsubtle flirting accompanied by physical closeness (not touch) to fluster Roman. Use height to your advantage, if possible. Eye contact is vital. Tease for his dramatic mannerisms and speech patterns, but never his work. For maximum effectiveness, lower voice while flirting.

To fluster Patton, use awful pick up lines. Puns seem to be most effective, unfortunately. Accompany with a smile, and acts of service. Baking and hand-made gifts seem to do the trick. Hand kisses are also effective. Avoid any flirting or pick-up lines that could imply sexual intent- while this will fluster him, he will also become uncomfortable and try to end the conversation.

Virgil requires lots of physical affection to be flustered. Brushing hands will result in blushing. To fluster him to a higher degree, nonchalantly sit or lay closer to him than normally acceptable. Stealing his hoodies and wearing them is also strongly recommended. Acts of trust are extremely effective, i.e. sleeping near or beside him, relaxing with your back to him, slow blinks, etc.

Janus is more difficult to fluster; his "silver tongue" makes him a difficult subject. You may have to resort to out-flirting him if all else fails. Try genuine compliments and touch. Nothing too big, but accidental touches seem to be quite effective, especially if Janus is not wearing his gloves. If you must resort to a flirt-off, deepen your voice and gain as much physical closeness as possible.

Like Janus, Remus is quite adept at flirting. Unlike Janus, Remus is quite easy to fluster. One must simply turn his words back at him. If he makes an inappropriate comment regarding sexual activity, ask him the legitimacy of his offer or comment. This is a sure-fire way to fluster him. Otherwise, flirting that implies sexual-intent is also sufficient.

No, he will not ever show the others these notebooks. Yes, he is incredibly proud of his ability to flirt. Yes, he is also extremely easily flustered. And that's the tea.

[quinintheclouds]

Roman: Logan, settle a debate for us!

Logan: Certainly! I get much enjoyment out of debates. I appreciate you coming to me.

Roman: Splendid! Now, which of us is prettier, me or Remus?

Logan: ...What.

Remus: *snickers* Roman thinks he’s a 10.

Logan: Ten what?

Roman: Just answer the question! This is an easy answer! I’m a regal, royal, beautiful Prince! And he’s--

Remus: I’m a rat bastard who smells like garbage!

Roman: See?? Easy answer.

Remus: We figured you'd be a good... impartial judge. *slides Logan a wet dollar bill and winks*

Logan: YOU HAVE. THE SAME FUCKING FACE

Roman: Ugh, spoken like a true 9.8

Logan: WE HAVE THE SAME FUCKING FACE!!!

[tranquil-space-ninja]

The Gray (Sanders' Sides)

Six: Drift Away

Tw: breakdown, cursing

"No," Remus whispered. "No, no, not again."

"Remus?" Remus turned to see Orcus staring at him and the boxes. "Janus is gone, isn't he?" Remus shook his head quickly.

"N-no, he said he'd be back. He promised--" Orcus turned and left. "No," Remus screamed. "You promised you'd be back!" He took a few deep breaths to center himself, wiping away his tears. He summoned his phone and called Logan, hands shaking. As it rang and rang, Remus covered his mouth to keep himself from crying. Then--

"Hello. You have reached Logan Sanders. I am unable to answer your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will return it as soon as I'm able." Remus laughed humorlessly as the tone sounded.

"H-hey, Lo. Janus's room moved. You probably already knew that, but.... Orcus isn't taking it that well, and I'm worried he's going to duck out again. I just wanted to let you know in case you and Virgil.... Just in case. Call me when you get this, or if you need me, or.... Whenever, j-just call me, okay?" Remus hung up and hugged his knees to his chest, rocking himself back and forth. He closed his eyes and breathed, trying to hold himself together. After a bit, he fell asleep.

He woke up to someone shaking him gently. "..emus? Remus?" He opened his eyes to see Logan standing over him, worried. "I got your call. I'm sorry I didn't answer. Patton doesn't allow phones during meals."

"'Salright," Remus mumbled. Logan gently rested his hand on his back.

"Are you doing alright? You sounded quite distraught in your message. Do you--"

Remus burst into tears. "I can't do this anymore, Logan," he sobbed. "I can't keep losing people!" He began to tremble, his breath coming out in short gasps.

"Shh, Remus, breathe," Logan said. "I'm right here, love. I'm right here." His voice was soft and loving, the way Janus, Virgil, Roman, and even Patton, once-upon-a-time, had spoken to him. It only made Remus cry harder. He curled in on himself, resting his forehead in Logan's lap with his thighs under his chest. Logan began to rub circles on Remus' back, whispering soothing words to the vounerable side.

"Why does everyone keep leaving," Remus asked when his tears finally slowed down. "Why do you all hate me so much?"

"We don't hate you," Logan murmured.

"Really? Cause years of evidence say otherwise."

"What evidence do you have to support your claim, Remus?" Remus laughed and wiped away a couple stray tears.

"Where do I start? Roman.... Roman left first. He ran off to join you guys because he thought you'd hate him if he hung out with me. And that says he'd throw me away in a heartbeat if he had to choose again. He came back last time to comfort me, but Mr. Perfect Prince can't have anyone upset with him, can he? And then, Virgil. Do or die, my best friend, besides Janus, of course. Then you all accepted him, and he just up and left, without a warning or another word. And now that he's with you guys, I'm suddenly a common cold. It's like years of laughing and daring adventures in the imagination and bugging Janus just..... Don't exist anymore. Like he wishes he never met us. And now Janus is gone, too. I did everything he wanted for months after Virgil left. I was quiet and calm and I never said or did anything normal, or, at least normal for me. It took months of him promising not to leave, months of him letting me sleep in a sleeping bag in front of his door so he couldn't sneak out, months of walking through the imagination with me while he subtlely convinced me to create new monsters and fight old ones for me to be myself again. Even my debut episode took a bit of acting on my part. The entire time, I was scared Janus was going be disgusted with me and leave, even though he's the one who suggested I go and stir things up. And now, it looks like I was right to worry. I was so, fucking right.... Why the hell couldn't I be right about anything else? Patton was grossed out by me the moment I opened my mouth. Shit, even Orcus ducked out again." Remus rolled over so he could breathe, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Logan's face. He opened them out of shock when Logan's fingers relocated themselves to his hair. After a moment, he melted into the soft touch, one of the many things he missed about Janus's friendship.

"What about me," Logan asked. Soft worry, nervousness, and affection glimmered behind the cracks of his carefully neutral expression. "What makes you think I hate you?"

"A month ago, I'd say you told the others to ignore me so I'd go away. That you calmly treated me like an insignificant inconvinience to keep Thomas from taking me seriously." Guilt permeated the softness in Logan's expression, making Remus feel its itchy presence as well.

"Ah. I apologize, Remus. I was trying to do what was best for Thomas. I should have taken your feelings into consideration." Remus sighed.

"You didn't let me finish." Logan's hand left Remus's hair.

"Sorry...." Remus laced his fingers through Logan's.

"Ask me again," he whispered.

"Remus, what makes you think I hate you?" Remus smiled up at him, tears threatening to return.

"You're the only one who cares." Then Logan did something Remus never expected him to. He laughed, then began to cry and laugh at the same time. Remus sat up and tried to wipe Logan's tears away, crying again himself. Logan tried in vain to do the same for Remus and, after a couple of minutes, they stopped and just held each other tightly. They didn't move or speak until Logan's phone buzzed. He picked it up and checked it, keeping an arm around Remus.

"Patton's wondering where I am," he said.

"You should probably head back," Remus answered, leaning his face into the crook of Logan's neck. He didn't want him to leave, but he didn't want anyone to get upset with either of them.

"No," Logan said, thankfully. "They can wait. You need me more." He then silenced his phone and pushed it away from him, wrapping both arms around Remus. They stayed there for an undetermined amount of time before Remus's stomach growled. Logan frowned at him. "Haven't you eaten yet?" Remus shook his head, too tired for words. Logan stood up, still clutching Remus close to his chest. "Let's get you food, then." Logan carried Remus to the table in the kitchen and sat him down. He went through the cabinets and the fridge before grabbing a pan, some eggs and bacon, and a few slices of bread. He cooked everything methodically, like he was following a recipe in his head. Soon, Remus had a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of him. And, because he was too tired for words, he pressed a light kiss to Logan's lips, a gentle, helpless thank you.

And Logan kissed back.

He smiled gently, one of the most beautiful things Remus had ever seen. "You should eat." Remus nodded and took a bite. He then inhaled the rest of the food. He felt better than he had in a long time.

"Thanks for everything, Lo." Logan caressed Remus's cheek.

"You matter, Remus." They leaned in at the same time and shared a sweet, short kiss, then another, and a third.

After that, they heard a smooth voice clear his throat behind them.

"I hope I 'am' interrupting something."

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The Scholar and the Swashbuckler

Summary: Intrulogical fluff for Remus’ birthday.

Word Count: 967

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Logan sat at his desk. He was supposed to be going over the texts in front of him but he couldn’t focus. Instead, he was staring at the candle in front of him, watching the flame burn lower in the wax, dwindling ever closer to the pin placed in the side. He glanced toward the bank of windows surrounding this side of the tower room, wondering if he was going to be early.

Alas, he was right on time as usual. Just as the pin dropped from the wax to the iron beneath it, a tap on a window sounded. Logan stood quickly, pushing his chair back, and rushed to the window. He opened it, careful not to hit the intruder.

Remus hopped down from the ledge and into the room, landing in a crouch before straightening as Logan closed the window behind him. “Well, hello there!” He grinned.

Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. “You continuously surprise me by not getting caught.”

“Oh, you’d love to see me in chains, wouldn’t you?” His eyes scanned Logan, from the mop of hair on his head to his spectacles down the robes that designated his role as palace scribe and down to the sandals on his feet.

Logan rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. “How was your trip?” He asked instead. He pushed off from the wall, walking over to his desk to multitask.

Remus sat on an empty portion of the desk that Logan would deny cleaning off specifically for the pirate to sit cross legged on. “It was great! We found a bunch of new stuff! I even managed to get you something!”

Logan huffed a fond sigh. “Found or stole?”

Remus put a hand to his chest, his open shirt flaring around the splayed fingers. “How dare you?! I bring you a gift and you accuse me of being a measly pirate?”

Logan looked up at him now, the windswept hair framing his face and giving it a softer look that only appeared around Logan. “I did not accuse you of being a pirate, I was simply asking for clarification on your adventures. Did you find your bounty, or did you steal it?”

“We found it in the holds of other pirate ships who raided merchant ships. What of it?”

Another fond sigh, this one tinged with exasperation. “That’s fine Now, what do you have for me? Please tell me it isn’t another human heart? Or any bodily organ.”

“Oh, Seafoam. You know you already have my heart.” Remus pulled his legs down to swing against the side of the desk, making a rhythmic thumping that was rather calming, all things considered. He reached into his coat and pulled out an ornate dagger. 

Logan took it, examining both sheath and blade. The leather was finely tooled, swirls embedded in it. The handle of the dagger was inset with gems around the hilt. Pulling the blade free, he saw it was already sharpened and looked wickedly dangerous. Looking back up at the pirate captain sitting on his desk, Logan smiled. “It’s gorgeous.”

Remus laughed. “Good. Run away with me.”

Logan shook his head. “You ask this every time you get into port.”

“And every time you don’t give me an answer. Why do you insist on staying on this one piece of land? The ocean is wide, vast, and deep! You can go as far as you want, leave civilization behind you for good if you wanted to!”

“What if I don’t want to forsake the company of people for the company of a rabble of half rabid animals?” Logan steepled his fingers and rested his chin on his thumbs, elbows propped on the table. His work lay forgotten in front of him.

Remus sighed, throwing his head back. “Haven’t you ever wanted to sail as far as you could? To see the world through free eyes? Not have to worry about rules or time schedules and just let yourself drift on the open ocean, no land in sight?”

Logan smiled. “It does sound tempting. However, I do have duties here I must attend to.”

Remus looked at him, hair and hat flopping into his eye. “Buzzkill.”

Logan leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Daredevil.” He leaned back, trying to focus on his work. “I don’t understand how you can stand their company for long. I mean, your first mate is fine enough, a polite if young man. But that other one, the burned one? He rubs me the wrong way. I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like him.”

“Virgil is sweet, yes. And Janus? I can kick him off if you really want.” Remus’ eyes turned pleading. “Come on, my north star, what’s it going to take to get you to come with me? How long has it been since you’ve been on a real adventure? I need to get some wanderlust in your veins. You need to get the salt in your lungs.”

Logan pretended to think it over. “I have to say, I’ve been meaning to stretch my legs for a bit.”

“Wa-hoooo!” Remus crowed as he threw his hat in the air. He leaned forward and kissed Logan on the lips. “You want me to help you pack?”

Logan laughed at the enthusiasm. “No, I can do it. How about you sit there and tell me more about your trip while I get ready, huh?”

It wasn’t long before they were sneaking down the stairs, Remus not wanting to hurt Logan by going down the rope he had on the outside of the tower. Logan paused long enough to leave a note that he would be out of town for a few days. Then, they were gone. Flying down the steps and vanishing into the mist.

[logically-asexual]

i saw this post by @under-the-blue-moonlight and couldn’t help myself.

this is Part 1/2 of Scientists + Intrulogical AUs (inspired by Tumblr Posts) 💙💚🖤

Part 2

[quinintheclouds]

Logan: Your cognitive processing is greatly impacted by your sleeping habits. The part of your brain responsible for functioning needs rest to function.

Patton: that’s in the foreheady lobe of the brain! See, Logan? I pay attention.

Logan: Frontal.

Remus, already removing clothing: if you insist!