#practicality au

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

Love And Practicality

Summary: A really short, fluffy, Analogical one-shot set in the Practicality universe. Happy early birthday, Celery! Basically, Logan's powers are giving him trouble, and Virgil helps him feel better. 

Notes: @residentanchor Happy early birthday! 

Virgil wandered into the kitchen far earlier than normal, heading straight for the coffee maker. He had no idea why his body had him awake at this hour, but damn it, he was awake, and he needed coffee to function. Luckily, he didn’t have work today, so he could spend all of today chugging coffee and lounging on the couch, contemplating his feelings for a certain adorable roommate of his.

Of course, that plan was ruined immediately, as said adorable roommate stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing at his temples and paler than normal. Virgil sat up slowly, concern welling in his stomach, as he watched Logan stagger over to the stove and start brewing a pot of tea before collapsing onto one of the kitchen chairs.

“Uh, Logan? You good, buddy?” Virgil asked, slowly standing, his half-empty coffee mug clutched to his chest. Logan simply groaned in response, the heels of his hands digging into his eye sockets.

“Logan?”

“Could you possibly lower your voice a bit?” Logan whispered, voice cracking on every word. “Everything is far too loud, and I confess that I may, in fact, be developing a migraine.”

Virgil frowned, chugging the rest of his coffee in one go as he contemplated a plan.

“So, is it too loud on the telepathy front? Or on everything else?” Virgil tried to keep his voice to a quiet murmur, not wishing to make Logan’s pain worse. He didn’t do much, if the hands moving to cover ears instead of eyes was any indication.

“Is ‘all of the above’ an option?” Logan whispered, biting his lip. Virgil made a soft noise of understanding and moved behind Logan, placing his fingers on his temples and beginning to massage.

“Okay. How can I help?” Virgil kept kneading as he waited for Logan’s response, hoping this was doing something.

“... get Roman and Patton out of the house for a bit,” Logan whispered. “Their thoughts are so loud…”

Virgil nodded and removed his hands from Logan’s face, quickly walking back to Roman and Patton’s rooms and knocking quietly on their doors. After quickly explaining the situation, both of them readily agreed to spend a day out by themselves, leaving Logan and Virgil alone in a much quieter house.

“Anything else I can do?” Virgil asked, carefully setting the finished mug of tea in front of Logan. Logan gratefully wrapped his hands around the mug as he looked up at Virgil, eyes still bloodshot.

“Not really, but thank you for what you have done so far,” Logan whispered. “Luckily, I have today off…”

“Same,” Virgil murmured back. “Do you feel up to watching a documentary, sound off, with subtitles?”

“A space documentary would be lovely, Virgil.” With that, Virgil carefully guided the still-in-pain Logan over to the couch, found a space documentary on Netflix, and quickly switched off the sound, turning on the subtitles before settling back onto the couch. Logan’s head fell onto his shoulder immediately, and Virgil smiled softly before pressing a light kiss into his silky hair.

Neither of them discussed it. Neither of them needed to discuss it. No formal arrangement was needed. This had been coming for a while, they could tell, this bond between them. There was no declaration, no awkward kisses, just an acceptance of reality and a quiet agreement that they were, in fact, together.

With this not-really-big revelation out of the way, the two snuggled together and watched documentary after documentary, until Logan’s headache subsided and Virgil was asleep. Logan simply chuckled as he saw this and tucked the blankets in around them more to make sure Virgil was comfortable before he himself allowed his brain to shut off and go to sleep. For a few hours, at least, he wouldn’t have to worry about much except for not disturbing his sleeping emo boyfriend.

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Notes: Hope you enjoyed! Big Bang is coming in a couple days :) 

[impractical-au]

Jet’s Origins

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Jet gets mad about political things so just a warning! (Though I watered it down a lot.)

“Reports are coming in that since Prince Charging’s incident downtown several months ago, more and more people with abilities are coming out and trying to be superheroes! This is ridiculous, they’re foolish children and–”

And Jet really, really didn’t care. He shut off the news and threw the remote onto the couch as he rolled his eyes. Reaching down to grab the strap of his backpack, he practically raced toward the front door of the apartment. “I’m going out!” Jet called over his shoulder into the apartment before closing the door. It was more of a courtesy than anything. His parents didn’t care their child was leaving in the middle of the night and they certainly didn’t care enough to question why. He was an adult, and to them, that was a good enough excuse. Though, that didn’t excuse them before he hit the legal age just over two years ago. Jet quickly walked away from his apartment complex and down the street, a bit closer to downtown. He wasn’t too terribly far from the building he had been scoping out. The side of the old brick building was usually left unsupervised next to a quiet road, but a lot of morning traffic passed it during rush hour. By the time someone reports it and has it removed, it will at least be after the morning commute. Finally arriving at the building, he stuck his hand into his backpack and pulled out his gloves he wore when spray painting at night in a hurry. They were worn down and stained with paint from many unclaimed artworks that covered building and billboards over the years. After securing the backpack on him so it wouldn’t fall off, he took a few steps back before sprinting for the fire escape, jumping as high as he could and grabbed the bottom rung of the ladder. He quickly climbed up carefully and quietly before looking over and reaching the height they needed to be at. Jet placed down his backpack before pulling out a few cans of spray paint. He picked one up and started shaking it before looking at his canvas before him. This should take no time at all.

—

It didn’t make the news the next day. Not that he was expecting it to. The giant cartoon painting mocking the city government definitely wasn’t going to make the local news, though he couldn’t help but hope. Perhaps he’ll spray something over the billboard of the governor trying to ‘ban’ people with abilities just to ease his anger later that night. Because old, white men in office loved banning things people had no control over and blaming them for all their problems. Someone was sat on the couch staring blankly at the television so Jet decided to leave it on as he walked out. He emptied out his backpack of most of the cans of paint and left everything else, swinging it over his shoulder. He had no real destination in mind as he walked around, lost in thoughts and half paying attention to where he was. Scoping out possible hits in the future for his expressive art, Jet pulled out his phone and scrolled through his social media. He took a photo of his art last night as the sky started turning bright. It cost him a few hours of sleep but it was worth it. The photo from the roof one building over was glorious and people were already eating it up. “Hey!” Jet heard the voice and opted to ignore the commotion. “Hey, kid! With the weird braided hair!” He paused and closed his eyes before looking over at the man. “What, you deaf?” “If I was, would I have turned around?” Jet enjoyed the reaction of the man who started to turn red with anger. “There a problem?” “Yeah! You weren’t watching where you were going!” He pointed to the sidewalk where there were faint scribbles of chalk. “My daughter was drawing!” Jet paused and looked around, spotting a child playing with a toy over on the side, nowhere near where he was. The man saw him turn and look before their eyes met again. “I don’t even see any chalk? Besides, she’s over there and I’m walking down this very public street.” “What’s that?!” “I’m sorry, you deaf?” “Listen here, you little shit–” The ground shook with distant vibrations as a loud explosive noise rang out. Turning to look, they both spotted dark smoke began to peak out from above the nearby buildings. Jet gripped their phone and broke off into a sprint, ignoring the shouts of the man he was leaving behind. Jet honestly expected to meet more resistance running toward the havoc. A lot of people were running away, but as he got closer, there was a crowd that had begun to form. People standing in shock, their phones out and recording or taking pictures of everything going on around them. He pushed through to the front lines before spotting a man, or several versions of.

“It’s not safe, turn back!” The hero cried out. “We have this handled, please go somewhere safer while we handle it!” Spotting the cat ears and logo on his shirt, this could only have been Copy Cat. Jet peeked out over his shoulder and sure enough, Prince Charging had a bright blue electrical whip in his hands, shooting it out and attacking a man that was somehow throwing objects to block them. His white lab coat made him stick out, but Jet couldn’t recall seeing him much before. He had some sort of telekinetic power, throwing mailboxes and other objects in the way of Prince Charging’s attacks. “Move along!” Copy Cat stood in front of Jet’s view once more and smiled down at him.

“Don’t want you getting hurt, right?”

Jet raised an eyebrow before turning away, but not planning on backing down. He scooted along the sides and waited for Copy Cat to continue on with his crowd control duties before running a bit closer. “I simply wished to talk! Is this violence necessary?” The unknown super shouted. Prince Charging responded with another attack before backing off. “You attacked me first! How is that wanting to talk?” “I told you, that was a miscalculation on my part! An accident!” “Yet, you still haven’t apologized!” The other hero threw something in Prince’s direction, the whip of electricity catching it easily. He pivoted around, using the momentum to swing and toss the object back around before the electric whip let go. Prince Charging’s aim was perfect, but at the last moment, it shot to the side. The other hero’s eyes were shining bright gold as he mentally reached out and picked up something else. “Besides! I hear you cuffed Vigilante and tried interrogating him! Was that an accident, too, brainiac?!” The nerdy hero (villain?) launched more debris at the Prince before answering. “I’m surprised you two imbeciles can be civil enough to discuss anything! Besides, we have an… understanding right now.” The prince scoffed and ran forward, electricity at the ready. Jet had seen enough. He pulled the zippers down on his backpack and pulled out a spare spraypaint can. It was a pink or purple color by the stains on the nozzle before he glanced up at the fight. “If you two morons are gonna cause all this trouble just to flaunt your strength…” He stood up and pulled his arm back before launching the can into the fight. It landed with a loud rattle and close enough that both the supers glanced over and froze at the sight of the can. “I get one shot…” Jet held out his hand, focused it on the can, and squeezed it into a fist. “What on Earth-” Prince called out before the can exploded into a cloud of color. Magenta paint was everywhere and he was quick to cover his mouth to not breathe any in. “Super Moron and Prince Pompous!” The supers looked around but couldn’t see anything through the paint cloud. “You’re both pretty, now knock your shit! People have lives and you’re kind of being dicks! Try using your powers for something more useful!” The paint started to clear and they both looked around, but the mysterious source of the voice had vanished. “They were correct,” Prince Charging looked over at his adversary who began to cough and clear his throat. “This fighting is useless. If you don’t wish to talk then I shall be on my way.” “Wait, you’re not going anywhere!” “Prince!” The hero stopped and turned, looking as one of Copy Cat’s versions ran up to him. “Let him go, it’s not worth it. Besides, we need to soak your costume before the paint dries.” “Paint, what? OH NO, I’M PINK!” “Actually,” Copy Cat smirked. “I believe it’s technically magenta!”

— “They’re idiots.” Jet paced back and forth, gathering supplies strewn across his room. “They’re gonna give us supers a bad rep if they keep this up, those morons!” He tossed down his supplies; paint, gloves, old clothes from late night runs that have been stained with paint… Jet held up his hand and a swirl of paints and ink flew up from their bottles, dancing around his room in a myriad of colors.If he was gonna play in their game, then he had to look the part. Starting with the hair. Magenta was a good start. Maybe some blue or yellow as well. He fiddled with his bangs and ran his hand down to the two small braids that fell at his shoulders. “If these morons are gonna dick around, might as well make some good use out of it.” — Jet/Magenta Reference art

[residentanchor]

Enough said. I don’t have the time, someone else do it. 

[residentanchor]

Impractical- Roman’s Origins

Virgil’s Story Logan’s Story Patton’s Story

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The lights in the cul-de-sac flickered before shorting out, plunging the houses into darkness. There was an audible moan coming from the residence as one home’s lights began to flicker and dim. Elizabeth and Jim loved their two children dearly. Julie was an easy child, understanding fully that her big brother would require more attention sometimes. Not out of love, no, more out of necessity. Elizabeth would handle him from time to time, but it was mostly left to her husband Jim. Not that she didn’t love Roman, but he was still trying to control that spark in him. She knew he was simply overexcited and didn’t mean to hurt his mother, but something in her would still flinch when he threw a temper tantrum and small sparks would fly from his hands. His first big outburst still flashed through their memories. Roman always seemed to have his hair sticking up at ends before he was finally pushed over the edge and let a burst of electricity out. His mother was fine, the mild shock knocking her back and leaving her breathless for a few moments while his father calmed him down. Jim sighed as he looked down at his son. Roman bowed his head and tucked his hands behind his back. The boy honestly did try his best to not have too many outbursts but some things can’t be helped. He headed down toward the basement to the circuit breaker with a flashlight in hand, flipping a few switches back into place before closing the door to the box. The lights in the basement flickered back on. Once he returned to the ground floor, Elizabeth held her son in her arms, whispering softly to him and rocking him back and forth. Julie watched out the window as the houses all lit up once more, the street lights flickering and a few remaining dark. Jim sighed and looked down at his daughter. “Looks like a few of the lights went out again, huh?” “You gotta call the people again to fix it!” Julie frowned and looked distraught as she talked. “How am I supposed to know when to come in for dinner if they don’t work?” He smiled and ruffled her hair before looking out the window. “A few of them still work. I’ll call it in but you don’t have to worry.” Julie turned to look at her mother and brother. “Is Ro in trouble?” “No, he’s not. It’s something he can’t help, but he’s getting better.” Jim turned and looked at his wife give their son a soft kiss on his head. “He’ll be fine as long as he has us, right?” --- Roman fiddled with the mask on his face. It didn’t fit quite well and shifted too much when he was running around, but it was all he had at the moment. A few google searches into how to make a proper one just for him popped up but he would need a bit of help if he wanted to do so. He thought back to his favorite librarian, wondering if there was a way to have them make some as a project and still keep the real reason secret. No one knew he was the ‘Masked Prince’ and Roman planned on keeping that way as long as possible. … That wasn’t exactly true. He was over the moon to see the first time he was on the local news, bad security footage showing him try and talk down the robber of a convenience store before blue sparks shot out and unarmed the man. His mother called him almost immediately and scolded him for being so careless and risky… but didn’t forget to take a moment to tell her son how proud she was of him for saving those people. They went on to discuss if this was going to be a thing and all the dangers that came with it, but she knew the answer before she asked. Roman had always played Prince or Hero with Julie growing up. He always wanted to help others and he needed to discharge his electricity before it would build up like it did once as a child. The incident that hurt his mother took years of soothing words and touches before he was back to his normal self and his parents were always careful to make sure it never happened again. Running around and stopping purse snatchers was a good way to fulfill all of Roman’s needs and wants in one. Though, neither could know of what was to come. The Masked Prince became a name for those hidden throughout society. Every person with an ability would watch the news in awe as they saw someone just like them living almost without fear as they were just themselves. More eyes turned to the news as it stretched out of the city and became well known in the nearby cities. People would move to the city in hopes of meeting the prince. Others would try and challenge him and some would even try to stop him. Until one day, the Prince was in over his head. On the ground, staring up and still defiant to his defeat. The smirks of the triumphant standing over him and ready to take him out for good. Suddenly, The Masked Prince wasn’t the only superpowered being in the city anymore. General: @tatergator27 @helloisthisusernametaken @entitydark @lightningbug04 @moonstone-fox @rampantlesbian @echomist13 @another-sandersidesblog @thesynysterunknown @roo-kangas @singjoanna @unikornavenger @rememberfateau-nowoffical @sanders-sides-trasshcan @sleepyssnail @jemthebookworm

[residentanchor]

First off, I guess I'm calling this Impractical now. XD

Second off, Angst and angry pining Prinxiety. While Patton thinks that nerdy superhero is cute, he's not as cute as the nerd who takes the same bus as him most mornings. And poor Logan likes that nice guy he just started talking to while commuting to work but have you seen that superhero that's so sweet and kind and loves helping others???

Yes, I'm doing a love square. Deal with it.

[residentanchor]

I know it's my story but I have an AU of ALiP.

After discovering their abilities, they all make costumes and take on a hero persona. Instead of living together, they live near one another and keep running into each other.

Patton and Roman team up while Virgil and Logan team up. They all race to stop crimes and have a friendly rivalry trying to save the city.

I'll write more of it when I can but I need a name for my Practicality au!!