#platonic intruloceit

[dukeyeatsdeodorant]

Logan, hasn't slept since last tuesday: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Remus: Well, that would suck because you can't microwave metal.

Janus: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

[naminethewriter]

A Giant Snake in our living room? It's more likely than you would think!

I'm back, finally! Writer's block is a bitch but I'm slowly getting over it, I hope, so here's Day 2 of @intruloceitweek! No idea when the rest will come but it will come at some point. Hope you enjoy! 💛💙💚

Masterpost | Intruloceit Week 2026 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Logan just wanted a coffee. Why is there a giant snake in the living room?

Content Warnings: Giant Snake

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Logan just wanted a coffee. He'd been working since breakfast and finally conceded that he needed a break. And a boost in caffeine.

Only to be stopped by Patton at the top of the stairs.

"What is going on?" Logan asks, trying to see past Patton who is holding him back by his shoulders.

"Well… I'm not actually sure," Patton says, glancing over his shoulder himself and worriedly down the stairs. "I was in the living room with Roman and Remus — they were arguing, you know, like they do — when suddenly there was a loud hiss and then this big, yellow snake appeared, grabbed Remus and threw Roman across the room! I managed to run up the stairs and Roman joined me not long after, but Remus is still trapped!"

Logan raises a brow and again tries to look past Patton. He does indeed catch a glimpse of something yellow moving past the stairs but nothing more.

"Where is Roman now then? You said he came with you."

"He did, but he left to go get something from the Imagination, I think. First he tried to fight the snake but Remus told him to back off. He seems to believe that it's just Janus? And apparently it's not the first time this has happened?"

"What do you mean, he thinks it's just Janus? As in Janus is responsible for setting it loose?"

Patton shakes his head and worries his bottom lip.

"No, he seems to think Janus is the snake. Like how I turned into the big frog? But apparently Janus isn't fully himself like this and isn't responsive nor does he seem to recognize Roman and I… It's all really strange, but I don't think you should go down there!"

Patton had let go of Logan's shoulders during his explanation, but immediately grabs for his arm as Logan attempts to step around him.

"I understand your worries Patton," Logan reassures as he gently frees his arm, "but I would like to remind you that we are imaginary and therefore whatever the snake might do, it will not leave permanent damage. Additionally, I do not intend to step foot into the living room, I merely wish to get a closer look at the snake."

"Ah… O-okay, I guess. Just, please be careful?"

"Of course, Patton. I will just walk a few steps down, alright?"

"Yeah, okay."

Logan does his best to smile at Patton encouragingly before turning towards the descend and carefully taking his first step.

He is careful, going slowly and trying to avoid making any noise. About halfway down the stairs, he leans forward, finally being able to see past the outcrop that separates the first and second floor.

A low hiss rises up to him, though not threatening. The creature doesn't seem to have noticed him yet. Still, he can't see much from his current position, so he takes another step.

Yellow scales appear in his field of vision. True to Patton's explanation, the snake was massive, apparently curled around the couch for the most part? Logan can't be sure without getting even closer.

One last step, a good look at the room and then he would go back upstairs.

But he is careless.

His foot lands on the next step and a creak echos through the quiet room. Above him, Patton gasps and before Logan can react further, the snake's tail shoots out and wraps around his midsection before yanking him into the living room.

Logan looses his sense of orientation immediately. He isn't dragged around for long, but in those few seconds he doesn't know what's up and what's down. Then he finds himself on the couch, surrounded by the coils of the giant snake with a bit of an opening above to let in some light and presumably air, the very tip of the tail wound around his leg.

"Oh, Logie! Fancy seeing you here! Now I get why Jannie wouldn't calm his snitties!"

Remus is sitting only a few inches away, some part of the tail wrapped around his midsection that he pats casually. Logan blinks at him, still trying to process what just happened.

"Hello Remus," Logan responds, slowly. "Patton has informed me of your sudden abduction and your claim that this creature is Janus in another form. Do I have that correct?"

"Yeah! It's something that just happens once in a while? I dunno the exact trigger but it makes him shift into this big fucking snake and just go feral for a bit. He only calms down somewhat if he can keep me close, the big ol' sap. And now you are part of this, too, isn't that exciting!"

"Do you know why I have been suddenly added to this… circumstance?" Logan asks, cautiously observing the surrounding coils before slowly reaching down to pet the tail end still wrapped around his leg. It squeezes tighter for a moment before wounding higher and gathering more in Logan's lap which he can only assume means he should continue the showing of affection.

"I mean, I can't really talk for JanJan, but I have a guess," Remus shrugs.

"I would appreciate hearing your perspective."

"Well, when Thomas was younger, before Virgin abandoned us to hang out with you lot, Janus would gather him up like this, too. Then, the first few times after he left, he wouldn't really calm down even after grabbing me, but he got over it eventually. And now you're here! Which means J-anus really likes you! I mean, I knew that already, he talks about you a lot, but now this basically confirms it on a more instinctual level!"

"I see… I was not aware that Janus had such views on our relationship. I will consider it as a compliment," Logan nods, still petting the tail in his lap.

"You should! Jan wouldn't do this for just anyone! As you know considering that he left Daddy and Ro-bro alone."

"From what Patton told me, he escaped upstairs before he could be grabbed and Roman was thrown across the room?"

Remus barks out a laugh.

"There's no way Patty-cake would've gotten away if Jannie didn't want him to. As for Ro-bro… Well, we were in an argument when Jan came in, so it was probably just his instinct to protect me that made him overreact a little. But Ro's gonna be fine, I've done worse to him."

"I've been told he went to the Imagination to grab something that is supposed to help this situation, but I do not know what that something is."

Remus shrugs.

"Let him. Jannie can defend himself if he tries anything stupid. For now, all we can do is sit back and relax. We'll be here for a while."

"Oh? How long approximately?"

"No clue!" Remus giggles with delight. "Could be a few minutes or several hours! It varies a lot. Once I was stuck for over a day! But I don't think it'll be that bad this time. Jannie probably just needs a nap." Indeed, the shifting of the coils has pretty much stopped, signaling that Janus has settled down.

"Very well then." Logan has more work he could be doing, but he had made good progress this morning and had come down with the intention of taking a break, so he isn't all that bothered. "Would you mind telling me more about this state of Janus'? Has something similar happened to you as well?"

Remus' face lights up.

"I'm soo glad you asked!"

[thecrowslullaby]

Request for some Logan and Remus?

Idk if you meant together or separetaly but I have these two 'little assistants'

+Remus teaching Logan the art of "puppy eyes"

(it's working)

[edupunkn00b]

19 and 56 with Logan/Janus/Remus? (We all know you love them kfjdjfksjf)

A Rough Start at Camp Croft

Ooo... Summer Camp AU and Disastrous First Meeting for Intruloceit 💚💛💙? Of course none of that trio would ever possibly make a bad first impression!/s 💛

We're going platonic here, dear friends! Our Bois are in the Teen group this summer.

CW: swearing (the main characters are 15/16), some minor bullying, implied (very implied) homophobia and transphobia by some characters

Word count: 2805 (and this is chapter 1) [ AO3 ]

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Janus shifted the strap of his duffle bag, looking out over his shoulder one last time as his foster parents stood outside the 8-10 year olds’ cabin and kissed their (real) son goodbye. He swallowed back against the lump that he totally didn't feel in the back of his throat, threatening to choke him. Mr. and Mrs. Berkman had been incredibly generous to pay for him to attend summer camp this year and he wasn't about to blow it by turning into a blubbering mess before he'd even set foot in the Teens cabin.

”Well, hello there, Ja—" the bright and chipper smile on the counselor's face dropped a bit and he tilted his head as he puzzled over Janus' nametag, straightening his big, round eyeglass frames.

"It's pronounced Jan-us." He looked the counselor up and down, a bright name tag plastered with a turquoise heart and the name Patton (He/They) stuck to his chest. Janus sighed. "Forget it, just call me Jay."

"You got it, Kiddo, er, Jay!" Patton smiled brightly at him, waving Janus toward the cabin. "Your name will be on your bunk. A few of your new friends are already settling in, but we're expecting loads more."

Great...

"Great!" Janus chimed, aiming to match this bubbly counselor's energy. He looked back to make sure his tone came across as cheerful and not mocking, but he could see that Patton had already started addressing the next family, a pair of sullen teenagers standing behind their parents.

"Oh, I see we have more new campers this year! Welcome! Oh, and twins, too, how lucky..."

Patton's voice faded as Janus made his way into the cabin. He stood still for a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the suddenly dim light. He blinked a few times, then began walking down the rows of bunks, searching for the one with his name on it.

"Are you Janus?" A voice whispered from the top bunk in the far corner of the cabin.

Janus approached the boy. He was crouched in the far corner of the bed, as far as humanly possible from the rest of the boys in the cabin. His long, bony legs crossed awkwardly in front of him. He seemed to not know quite where to place his elbows. He cradled an impossibly thick book in his lap, and it looked like he was already more than half-way through it.

"Yeah. Why?" Janus stared at him, stretching his spine as far as it would go and resting his fists on his hips. He narrowed his eyes, giving him his nastiest glare.

"Your bunk is below mine," he said in a low voice.

Janus looked at the end of the bed frame. "What makes you think that? There's no name on it."

The boy shifted on the bed, fanning the pages on one corner of the book. "Your sign fell off."

"It fell off?" Janus stared at him then shook his head. "What the fuck, dude? I can see you're lying."

The other boy remained silent, looking down at his book. Janus shook his head again. "Whatever, I'll go ask Counselor Pep Squad which bunk is mine."

"Wait!" the boy whispered fiercely. Janus turned, throwing his duffle bag on the ground.

"What!?"

The boy looked down at his book, he fanned the pages some more. "You are correct. I lied." He looked Janus in the eye. "I took it down."

Sighing heavily, he rolled his eyes. “Very good, here’s your cookie for telling the truth.” He scoffed, crossing his arms in front of him. "Care to tell me why?"

The other boy looked away, adjusting his glasses. His voice was very low. "Some of the other boys defaced it before I got here. I saw it when I climbed up to my bunk." He shrugged, meeting Janus' eyes again. "So I took it down."

"Oh." Janus was surprised. People didn't often surprise him. He didn't like it.

"Yeah." The boy looked at him for another moment, then went back to his book.

Janus looked at him for a full minute before opening up his bag and starting to make his bed. When he was done, he muttered up to the boy, "So... they crossed out the 'J'?"

The boy leaned over the edge of the upper bunk, letting his head hang down to look at Janus. He frowned at the shorter boy. "Yeah. And there was a drawing."

"Oh, the drawing's new. It sounds like we've got some artists in our cabin this year." Janus winked at the boy. The boy narrowed his eyes before his lips curved into a small smile.

The bright voice of Counselor Pep Squad himself drew all eyes in the cabin. “Now why don’t you two boys just settle in here while I have a quick chat outside with your mom and dad, alright, kiddos?” The twins from outside stood in the doorway to the cabin, squinting eyes flicking from bunk to bunk. Janus thought they looked a bit like two gazelles in the middle of a pride of lions.

It wasn’t entirely inaccurate.

One twin stood taller than the other and he bumped his brother’s shoulder as he started running down the narrow path between the rows of bunks. “Hey, watch it, Ro!” the shorter brother called.

“Ha! Beat ya!” The taller brother eyed each bunk as he ran past, smirking at two of the boys who nodded at him after his small act of aggression against his smaller twin. “Hey, Re! We’re down here!” He eyed the labels on the bunks and swapped the signs. “Aw, too bad, so sad, you’re bottom… bunk.” Clambering up the ladder, he threw his bag on the top bunk before jumping back down and heading over to the bunk surrounded by a gaggle of taller, muttering boys.

Re walked down the path between the beds, not meeting any of the other boy’s eyes. Janus shook his head. Fuck, kid, are you trying to become the cabin punching bag? Janus watched him as he approached the bunk he was to share with his brother. He fingered the sign with his name on it, carefully reading it. He looked over his shoulder and saw his brother watching him. Sighing, he dropped his bag and sat on the bottom bunk.

Re finally looked up, briefly meeting Janus’ watching eyes before looking up at the top bunk where apparently the boy with the book had been giving him just as much attention. “What the fuck are you looking at, nerd?”

Janus heard the boy shift in the bunk above him and he scowled, quickly standing. Re leapt to his feet, as well. Although he was shorter than his brother, he had at least six inches on Janus. Janus just lifted his chin higher. “He’s got a name, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice cracked slightly and Janus grinned.

“Yeah.” Janus turned to the boy with the book. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Logan,” he whispered.

“See? He’s got a name. He’s Logan and I’m Jay.” Janus stepped forward and Re took a microstep back. “And I guess you’re Re.”

“Don’t call me that,” he growled. “My name is Remus.”

Janus shrugged. “Great, Remus.” Janus looked between the two of them. “Now aren’t we all just best fucking friends now.” Remus tensed at Janus’ words, eyes trained on the shorter boy’s hands. Janus just shrugged again and climbed back into his bunk, effectively dismissing him.

Remus sat back down on his bunk and pulled his bag over, yanking down the zipper and fishing through the clothing shoved inside before pulling out an unrolled sleeping bag, flipping it onto the bare mattress. A few pairs of shorts and tee shirts fell out, too and he quickly shoved them back in, stuffing the entire bag under his bunk.

A sharp cry in the vicinity of the small gang of boys at the front of the cabin drew all three boys’ attention. “Now, gentlemen, is that what I think it is?” The group fell silent as the tall counselor peered over their shoulders before reaching into the center of the group and grasping a paper bag. “Fireworks are not permitted on camp grounds.” Patton looked each boy in the eye. “Now, I know you boys are going to get into some shenanigans from time to time, but the big rules must be followed. Got it?”

The group responded with a round of reluctant ‘Yeah’s.’

“Alright, then.” Patton looked around the group again. “Now, kiddos, I don’t know who brought these in, so as long as we don’t have any repeated issues, we don’t need to call anybody’s parents.” Seeming to be satisfied that the issue was closed, he grinned again. “Okay, everyone,” he called out loudly, including the three boys in the back. “Suit up! It’s time to hit the pool!”

A low roar of excited voices exploded in the cabin as the boys scrambled to find their swim trunks. Patton quietly made his way to the back corner of the cabin, briefly patting Ro on the shoulder as he grabbed his swim trunks and a towel and ran out of the cabin, joining the small mob gathering outside. Patton tapped Logan’s bed, murmuring quietly, “So, Kiddo, I understand you have an ear infection and can’t swim?”

“Yes, um, here is a note from my parents,” he murmured, pulling out a slip of paper from between the pages of his book. Janus heard him shifting on the bunk, much the way he did when he tried to claim that Janus’ sign simply fell.

Janus quickly swallowed his smirk at Logan’s obvious (to him) forged note as Patton crouched down and faced him. “So, how about you, Kiddo? How ‘bout you grab your swim trunks and join the boys outside?” Patton tilted his head, that damned grin back on his face.

Janus widened his eyes and curled in on himself on the bed, emphasizing how much smaller he was than the counselor. “I… I don’t know how to swim, Patton.”

“Oh, Kiddo, that’s perfect! We’ve got a swim coach at the pool!” He clapped his hands together and stood, jerking his thumb toward the door. Janus sighed and opened his bag, pulling out swim trunks and a towel. They can make me go down there but they won’t throw me in the water.

Patton sat down next to Remus on his bunk, murmuring something too low for Janus to fully hear. All he could make out was ‘your mom told me.’

“Yeah, um, thanks,” Remus muttered in response.

Patton stood, looking at Logan and Remus. “The girls’ cabin counselor is just outside if you need anything. See you both in an hour!” Patton left, singing ‘Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming,’ as he left, giving Janus a little tug on his sleeve, encouraging him to follow. Janus rolled his eyes, slowly letting Patton lead him out of the cabin.

Remus and Logan silent eyed each other for a moment before each boy turned away from the other. Logan resumed his reading and Remus started pulling at a loose thread in his brother’s mattress that poked through the frame above his head.

The hour was quiet and blissful and far too brief for the pair. They could hear the rest of the cabin approaching long before they started swarming back into the cabin. Ro threw himself onto Remus’ bunk next to him. “Hey, we missed you, Re! Why didn’t you come swimming with us?”

Remus scowled at his brother, muttering quietly. “You fucking know why, Ro.” His eyes flicked up to Logan’s bunk, and he breathed easier when he saw the boy still had his nose buried in that giant pretentious book. Who the fuck brings Infinite Jest to summer camp? Save that shit for home. Remus shoved his brother away, “Get off my bed. You’re getting my sleeping bag wet.”

“Whatever, Re.” Roman yanked off his wet swim trunks, tossing them on the floor under the bed frame and rooted through his duffle bag for a pair of dry shorts and briefs.

“Ugh, Ro, don’t you have any decency?” Remus turned away from his brother’s nudity. “Don’t be gross. Put some clothes on.”

“What’s the matter, Re?” Ro laughed while he pulled up his briefs. “We’re all boys here, right?”

Remus felt his face flush and his eyes leapt up involuntarily to Logan’s bunk. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before Remus jumped out of his bed and stormed outside.

Ro shrugged and continued getting dressed. Logan jumped down off his bed and looked at him over the top bunk. “Hey, ‘Ro.’”

He laughed, “Yeah, nerd, what do you want?”

Logan raised an eyebrow at the smirking twin. “Making fun of your own brother will not stop the other boys from turning on you after they figure you out, you know.” Ro’s eyes grew wide. “They will never find out from me, but you should perhaps reconsider trying to turn your brother into a scapegoat.” He rested his arms on the top bunk, emphasizing his height. “You should make allies, not more enemies.” Logan stared at him for another moment before climbing back up the side of his bunk, opening his book and pointedly ignoring the taller brother. Ro quickly finished getting dressed and escaped to where The Chads had gathered around a deck of CAH.

Janus walked back to his bunk and put his dry swim trunks and pool towel away in his cubby. Logan looked down, smirking lightly. “Nice job.”

“Why thank you.” Janus smiled up at him. “You, too.” Logan’s eyes widened for a moment before he grinned, smiling down at his book, turning the page and continuing to read.

A few hours after lights out, Logan’s flashlight battery finally ran out and he flipped the blanket off his head, rolling on to his side to sleep. The quiet—and not so quiet—snores of the other boys were harder to ignore when not muffled by the blanket. He lay back, staring up at the rafters over his head, counting the spiderwebs he could discern in the dim moonlight dancing over the ceiling. Suddenly, he noticed a quiet sniffling he didn’t hear when he had been reading under the blanket. He slowly sat up, turning his head, following the sound. Remus.

Moving as quietly as he could, Logan climbed down the side of the bunkbed and crouched down next to the boy. He sat on the floor close to the back of Remus’ head and whispered, “Remus?” Remus froze, hiding his face in his sleeping bag.

“What do you want?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, choked with tears.

Logan frowned in the dark, wondering if he should try to check the boy’s temperature. “Are you ill?”

“What? No.” His voice wavered. “Go away.”

Janus’ low voice drawled, “You both should talk louder so you can wake everyone up.”

Logan sat back, watching Janus sit up in his bunk. He whispered again to Remus, lightly tapping his shoulder, “Hey… Get up and come over here.”

Remus turned, peering closely at Logan. “Why?”

“Just do it, come on.” Logan tugged at the corner of Remus’ sleeping bag.

Remus squinted at him, wiping at his face. He got up and sat next to Janus on his bunk, scooching far back against the wall. Logan sat next to him. The three sat silently together, listening to the other boys in the cabin sleeping.

“So I guess we’re not sleeping tonight?” Janus murmured quietly. Remus shrugged, still sniffling quietly. Janus sighed, then leaned in closer to the other two boys. “So what do you think Counselor Pep Squad—” Remus covered his mouth quickly to stifle the laugh that bubbled up from his throat at the nickname. Janus rolled his eyes but grinned. “What do you two think Counselor Pep Squad did with those fireworks he took from The Chads?”

Logan pushed his glasses further up his nose, “They’re in the top locked drawer of the counselor’s cabinet.”

Janus and Remus turned, staring at the gangly boy. He smiled, shrugging. “I can see everything that goes on in the cabin from my bunk.” Logan sat back, leaning against the wall. “I know where he keeps the key, too.”

“Well what are you waiting for?” Remus elbowed Logan lightly. “Go get the key.” Logan stood, ready to break into the counselor’s cabinet.

“Hold on, do either of you have any matches?” Janus asked, eyebrow raised. Remus shook his head but Logan smirked.

The other two boys stared at him again, mouths agape. “How did you smuggle them in?” Remus whispered in awe.

“One of my books is hollow. They checked the first three, fanning through all the pages. They stopped after that.” He shrugged, a smile spreading across his face.

“It turns out Sherlock was right. There’s something about the number three.”

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@psychedelicships look at the monster you've created/lh XD

@demon9980

Future chapters will include a redemption arc for Ro.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Remus, the only dark side left: I’m lonely.

Logan: It’s my turn, bitch. This is mine now.

Remus, nearly crying from happiness: I’m yours?

Logan: Well, now you are. I claim this as mine and I shall love it forever.

Remus, crying and clinging to him: I have someone who loves me!

[sidespromptblog]

We Care About You

“We...” Deceit awkwardly began as his hands hovered in the arm before Logan, he wanted to grab them and to make that nervous fretful look on the dishonest side’s face go away. Instead, he only watched as Deceit ran his hand over the back of his neck, a deep sigh rattling in his chest as he helplessly shot a look over to Remus as if that would help their situation any. 

It didn’t. 

“Listen,” Remus butted in placing his hand with a surprising amount of gentleness on the base of Deceit’s back, as if that was supposed to console the other side any. He too looked like he wanted to reach out and grab something of Logan’s. Either his hands, his shoulders, or… something else. “Listen, usually your pretty fuckin smart.” Remus started again, talking so quickly that Logan couldn’t interrupt him with that offended look of his. “Usually. But right now, you’re just pretty. So listen to us.” Remus’ nervous twitching finger quickly jerked forward, like a marionette being tugged around by some string that Logan couldn’t see. He grasped the logical side’s shoulders in a firm, and yet blisteringly warm hold that stopped Logan dead before he could even think about stepping back. “Listen.” 

For a solid tense moment, Logan did, as he stared patiently back at them waiting for whatever they had to say to him. 

Remus’ mouth opened and closed before the words that he wanted to say finally came to him, “We…” He cringed, but otherwise continued. “We want to take care of you.” 

“Why?” Logan immediately asked.

There was no point in beating around the bush. 

From the corner of his eye, he could see Deceit stepping forward and his hand slowly coming to rest on top of one of Remus’. And as if it were a secret hidden language the creative side’s hand tensed before it abruptly fell away from Logan’s shoulder.  

“Because,” Deceit began, a soft patient smile on his face. “We care about you.”

Remus’ shoulders trembled, just barely but enough for Logan to tell. “We want you to be okay… to be better than okay.” The creative side muttered, almost as if he weren’t entirely sure whether he wanted either of them to hear what he had to say. 

“Why?” 

That one word asked again.

That one word that practically screamed confusion as Logan’s eyes darted back and forth, from Remus’ dour face to Deceit’s painfully understanding one. He didn’t understand, what about him would ever make them want to care? How had he tricked them into wanting to give more than they already had to him? They didn’t need him, so why on earth would they ever want him? Why were they okay with that? Why were they okay with him?

He didn’t understand it.

He didn’t get it. 

“Why?!” Remus huffed out an irritated snarl, there was a glint in his eyes that wasn’t directed at Logan, but nevertheless, the logical side felt the sting of those eyes whether he wanted him to or not. “Because!”

“Remus,” Deceit lightly scolded, his upper lip stiff as he quickly blinked. His eyes were glassy… 

No, they were watery… He had seen that look before when Roman watched the titanic for the fifth time, despite the fact that Roman already knew how it ended. 

Deceit… he was trying not to cry. 

But for what? 

For him? The mere idea was preposterous, the idea that anyone would cry for him actually left him baffled. He understood caring for someone, he understood wanting them to feel nice and good, and he understood wanting them to never feel bad. But the notion that someone could feel that way about him… he didn’t get it, he didn’t understand why anyone would ever feel that way about himself. He was just him, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, and most certainly nothing to cry over. Why should they care about him? 

Why should anyone feel anything towards him? 

Within an instant, Logan felt himself being tugged forward in the warm boney embrace of the creative side before him. 

“You’re an idiot,” Remus huffed again, this time it was a much gentler sound than it had been before. It almost sounded choked, as he wrapped his arms around the logical side preventing his escape. “You don’t it…”

 Logan hastily swallowed, an apology on his tongue. 

“But that’s okay.” Remus carried on, “You don’t have to get it, just know… we care about you. You don’t have to understand… it’s okay… I promise. You don’t have to be perfect at this. It’s okay… it’s okay…” He whispered into Logan’s curly locks, slowly rocking them both back and forth. Logan had the feeling that those words that were being spoken right now, while he may not understand the importance of them right now… he would in the future. And then…

They would mean everything to him. 

“Okay…” He mumbled into Remus’ chest, allowing himself to go lax in the other’s boney hold, closing his eyes. “I believe you.”

[candied-peach]

ao3: “little stars” rating: T warnings: age regression, blatant advertisement of squishmallows, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, platonic intruloceit genre: fluff description: Logan regresses while Thomas is out and about. (anon prompt: “ Could I make a request...? Maybe agere Babie™ Logan regresses on a trip or outing, just tries to keep it together until he can get back to cg dark sides, not trusting that the light sides would accept him? (Logan's always a cg, let him be small ;; )”

It's the toy store that does it.

Logan's steps immediately falter, thankfully masked by Patton's enthusiastic rush toward the displays, cooing over a handful of Squishmallow toys front and center. He swallows hard, his hands knotting into fists by his sides. They're cute, but he has to help Thomas stay on task. If he disappears inside now, then a) everyone will want to know why and b) the only self-control Thomas will have is Roman and Patton. Not ideal, particularly for Thomas's wallet.

It's not fair, a traitorous thought slips past, making him want to stick out his bottom lip and perhaps even stamp a single sneaker on the tiled floor of the mall. No, it's not fair, he answers himself, trailing Thomas and attempting to pull his attention from the Squishmallows. It's not fair, but that doesn't mean his work is done.

"Thomas, you can buy one when they are on sale," he finally manages to force out. It's hard to talk, especially to sound grown up, but thankfully, the others seem to assume that he sounds that way because he's annoyed at Patton's puppy dog eyes as he holds up an enormous plush toy. It must be $40 at least, but he desperately wants it, too. He wants to bury his face into that soft surface, see if it's truly as marshmallowy soft as it promises, squeeze it in his arms as tight as he can.

Later, he promises himself, chewing on his lower lip. Thankfully, Thomas looks like he's about done with shopping.

"I have business to attend to," Logan blurts out, promptly sinking out before he can see a concerned look pass between Roman, Patton, and Virgil.

As soon as his feet touch the floor of the mind palace, he's running toward the dark sides common room, his tie flapping madly behind him. He rains a frantic tattoo of knocks on Deceit's door. Moments later, the door swings open and the slight irritation on Dee's face melts into instant concern.

"Logan?" Dee asks. "Is something wrong?"

"Dee Dee," Logan says, tears filling his eyes, and Deceit gets it, stepping back and ushering Logan inside before sticking his head out the door and yelling for Remus. The loud noise startles more tears to slide down Logan's cheeks, but he's already starting to calm down by the time Remus bursts in, morning star slung over one shoulder.

"Oh," Remus says, when he sees Logan crumpled on Deceit's bed, thumb corked firmly in his mouth. "That kind of emergency."

"Remus, there is never an emergency to date that has required you to bring a weapon," Deceit says dryly. "Now-" He turns to Logan. "What's wrong, my little astronaut?"

"Toy store," Logan says. "Wanna go, but they-" He stops, taking a deep breath. "Don't know 'bout this." He mumbles around his thumb, waving at himself. Deceit summons Logan's pacifier, printed in tiny stars and planets, and hands it to him, a replacement for his thumb.

"Would you like your unicorn onesie?" Dee asks. Logan nods shyly. His eyes are sore now, and his throat feels clogged. Dee snaps his fingers and a moment later, Logan exclaims in delight, running his fingers over the soft fabric of his unicorn onesie.

"Squishmallow," he says, remembering the longed-for toy.

"Remus?" Dee asks, arching one eyebrow. Remus nods, his forehead scrunching in concentration. Moments later, Logan finds his lap full of very soft, very squeezable Squishmallow, in the shape of an enormous star.

"Thank you," he says, happily petting it. "Thank you, thank you."

"Of course!" Remus says brightly. "It's a star, just like you!" Logan giggles and squeezes the toy tighter to himself, all thought of tears long forgotten.

"Better?" Dee asks softly. Logan nods. Deceit pulls him into a gentle hug, Remus hugging him from the other side.

"Octonauts?" Logan asks, hopeful. A quiet laugh escapes Dee as he nods.

"Why not?" He asks. "I believe the next episode has a giant squid in it!"

"My favorite!" Remus cheers. Logan relaxes against both of them, arms loosely draped around his new Squishmallow. The others are as far from his mind as the stars.

It doesn't matter, anyway, he thinks drowsily. Not when he has two caregivers who accept him exactly as he is.

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[magpiemorality]

Some angsty Logan doesn't have a lot of free time. He has to work and go to college everyday, except for monday. The group decides to go out at monday with him but backs out in the last second, there's not a lot of good places to go in a monday so they decided to go another day without him. Dee got uninvited because he didn't have much money and no one wanted to pay anything for him and no one likes or wants Remus there. They would just spend the day alone anyways so why not alone together.

Better late than never, right?

Warnings: implied bullying, alcohol mention

AO3

***

Logan's heart sinks in his chest like a stone to the bottom of a deep well when he gets the text. It's not that it's unexpected, necessarily, or even particularly nasty, it's just that- he'd been really looking forwards to finally getting to hang out with everyone again and cutting loose a little, even if the offerings had been as sparse as they were.

He sighs when he sees the thread pinging off, discussing their usual Friday night instead and forgetting that he has to tutor most of the day Saturday and couldn't join in. So much for that plan then.

In between the excited chatter he can see the odd ping from Des, mentioning how expensive this was, or how at least the other day had a deal on for cocktails… It doesn't get a lot of attention and when he starts to complain a little more insistently they just brush him off by saying they'll also find another time he can join too, then, if he can't come Friday.

Logan's phone is up by his ear and ringing before he really thinks about it. It's one part the right thing to do; one part pangs of empathy and lots of parts petty revenge against their well-meaning but ultimately too different friends.

"What? Why are you calling? Who calls anymore, who are you?" Des says instead of a greeting.

Logan is somewhat taken aback, but clears his throat. "I wanted to find out if you were still available tonight to, ah, hang out at my place?" He replies hopefully.

There's a snort on the other end, and Des's voice is warm with amusement. "You know I can hear the quotation marks when you try and talk like a normal person, right Lo-bot? Why are you asking, anyway? It's not like I can afford the takeout or booze, or whatever."

"I still have my old Wii console hooked up. And oven pizzas. Perhaps that might interest you?"

"Well I mean, sure it interests me. But what about everyone else?"

They both stop in shocked silence when Logan answers that with a purely reactive, "Screw everyone else!"

And then Des full on cackles over the phone. It goes on for a while and Logan isn't entirely sure whether or not it's a good thing, but apparently it's enough to summon Des's housemate as well, because Remus's voice is muffled in the background all of a sudden. "Sorry, hang on," Des mumbles, leaning away from the phone to answer his friend, and then he comes close again. "Hey, I'm sorry but Remus heard me talking. He uh, wants to offer to pay for fresh pizza if you beat him at whatever game you have?"

It's said in that usual apologetic, guilty tone that people often get around Remus. From the background the guy himself pipes up quickly. "Don't worry if it's a no, though! I had a long night of self-love planned, so…"

The pause hangs, before Logan remembers he actually has to reply. And really, why not? He's barely had a chance to get to know Remus with all of the activities that he hasn't joined in with, and Des clearly likes him enough to share a rental with him. "Yeah, it's a deal," he says, and just like that the night is back on.

It later turns out that Remus is absolutely terrible at video games in general, and he looks just a little too delighted when he orders their pizza and adds in dessert, as his treat, he says.

When they're five weeks into the same weekly meetup, having added a near daily correspondence and regular on-campus coffee breaks together, they agree they're basically friends, and sign for a rental together for the next year.

And they haven't been back out on a Friday yet.