I got this from @izzyfandoms, whose prompt was Intrulogical - kissing in the rain. go check out her piece, which is so good, and her other writing! (she also has another wiys up with moxiety if that floats your boat)
I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you like it
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If weather was becoming a permanent feature of the mindscape, Logan did not like it one bit. The only redeeming factor was that Remus, upon seeing the rain through the window, had beamed with joy and insisted they went on a walk through the forest in it.
“Remus,” Logan paused, hinting at Remus to stop pulling him through the trees, “Honey, I am delighted that you find the rain so enthralling, but is it worth us both getting a cold?” A large drop fell from an overhead tree, further smudging Logan’s glasses and proving his point. “Surely watching from inside by the window would be just as fun?” Remus’s face dropped slightly, but he tried to hide the disappointment.
“Stop being a grump and hurry up!” Instead of acknowledging Logan’s complaint, he turned and tugged on his hand, starting to run through the thicket again.
“Slow down!” Logan had started to play along, and as Remus’s hand slipped from his, he began chasing him instead.
After running for hours, Logan realised that he hadn’t seen Remus for a while, and simultaneously that night was starting to fall.
“Remus?” He called, lightly at first. “Remus?! This isn’t funny anymore.” Panic was threaded through his words. Turning irrationally, he scanned the wall of trees and greenery that had been so alluring before.
When a twig snapped behind him, he turned just in time to see the piercing green of his love’s eyes as he was tackled to the floor.
“I got you!” Remus laughed as he rolled with Logan, relieving any tension or fear he had been feeling.
“You… I thought I had lost you.” Logan’s eyes glazed with tears as he verbalised what had been going through his head just moments before. “It is irrational I know, I am sor-” Before Logan could finish, Remus placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling kindly.
“Don’t you dare be sorry, I am the definition of irrationality.” Still smiling, Remus moved so he was lying next to Logan, their hands intertwined. “Would you look at that? It’s stopped raining.” As Remus prompted, Logan looked at the sky to see not only a distinct lack of clouds, but also a galaxy of stars.
They stayed under the stars for hours, pointing out constellations and playing in the wet grass. As they dozed off, Remus’s wet hair holding the smell of pine needles, Logan thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if weather became a permanent feature of the mindscape.