Logan would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past. Anything to bring Virgil a peaceful night's sleep. Anything to take away the pain.
Anything.
Written for @tsspromptmonthevent's Sleepy Bean Fanfic Café, for @amateurmasksmith. Prompt: analogical, QPR-style canon-verse time travel, anything but crack or hurt/no comfort. Mutual pining, childhood best friends. If possible 5 & 1, & time loops, y’all are the experts, so feel free to be creative!
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The first night Virgil appeared at his bedside, black shadows stretched half-way down his face, Logan had simply peeled back his covers and patted the mattress next to him. Virgil had leapt in, hood still pulled down to his eyes, and curled into Logan's embrace.
"Shadowling?" he'd murmured, tightening his arms around him. "Have you had a nightmare?"
Virgil nodded his head, hands gripping Logan's pajama sleeves with such strength Logan heard two stitches pop.
"Would you like to talk about it?"
Virgil shook his head, just as fervently.
Humming, Logan nodded his assent. Even in the safety of his room, where logic and fact and truth would tamp down on even the most fantastical of Virgil's fears, putting words to the images of a fresh nightmare could have deleterious effects.
"Very well," Logan had said softly. He pulled the covers up over Virgil's shoulders. "Would you rather I left the light on?"
Safe in his arms, Virgil had already fallen back to sleep. Settling back against the pillows, Logan closed his eyes and whispered. "Goodnight, Shadowling."
The second night, Virgil trembled in his arms, breath hitching as he fought back a sob.
Logan pushed, carefully. "Are you quite certain you would not benefit from sharing at least part of your dream?" He did not need to say aloud that the repeat nature of this nightmare seemed to be his anxiety's own way of raising some sort of issue Thomas—and therefore all of them—needed to work through.
Virgil looked up at him, unshed tears glittering in the low light. "You…" He looked away, burying his head under the covers. "I dreamt we were back there."
Heart caught in his throat, Logan remained silent and listened. "Like… like after the video we started. When…" He peeked out, shadow covering his cheeks. "The Guys and Dolls video. The one… You know…"
"Oh, Virgil…" Logan held him close, brushing back his hair. "We're all here and safe," he said gently, the words carrying a special weight in his room. "We're never going back there," he promised. "Never again."
"I know," Virgil nodded, holding tight as though no-one had informed his hands that Logan would remain by his side. "I know."
The third night, Logan was waiting for him. Arms curled tightly around Virgil as he slept, Logan lay awake all night, replaying the events of that day—well, days and weeks—in his mind. Patton's tears. The phone call. Virgil's panic attack.
Thomas' breakdown.
It had taken Janus a week to convince Roman to even open his door and it was months before he would even attempt to influence Thomas' decisions again. Disguised as his brother, Remus had stepped in, and Janus had had to work overtime to keep him sufficiently reined in so that Thomas could continue his livelihood and create enough to meet his financial obligations.
More than a year passed before Virgil would listen to him, let alone heed any of his advice.
The more he considered the events that had led to their near destruction, the greater Logan's conviction there was something else he could have done. If he'd tried harder, Logan was certain he could have stopped Thomas from speaking to his ex. He could have found another channel for Patton's broken heart, which would then have permitted Roman another mechanism to be their hero. With enough planning and effort, Logan could have prevented The Incident.
If he'd tried harder, he could have kept Virgil's trust.
Over the past seven years, through effort and patience and consistency, they'd finally gotten to where they were now. Virgil trusted him again, perhaps even more than he ever had.
But what if he'd never lost that trust in the first place? What if none of them had needed to fight back from the brink as they had?
The next morning, after ensuring Virgil had eaten and was safely occupied with a small trip in the Imagination with the others, Logan returned to his room and locked the door.
He approached his bookshelves and pulled down the books in the precise order. A Wrinkle in Time. The Midnight Library. Letting out a slow breath, he pulled down the last, This Is How You Lose the Time War.
The wall next to him shuddered and a tall thin strip cut through the plaster and wood. Bright light spilled out and Logan set the books down on his bed and approached. Pushing firmly on either side of the crack, he widened it until he could fit through. Peering in, he confirmed he'd found the correct moment.
His past self stood in his usual spot, past Virgil by his side on the landing, past Thomas in his own corner. Logan's voice dominated the room. "Thomas, it is time to move on. I feel like I'm... Heh, listen to me, 'feel like...'"
From his new vantage point, this time Logan caught how Virgil winced under the weight of his sarcasm and it took effort to hold himself back from leaping right in without preparing. "I feel like I'm... nearly out of productive things to say on the matter. I'm just frustrated."
Just as Logan remembered, Patton chose that moment to join them. "Hi, Just Frustrated, I'm Sad. I mean...
Cliched adages sometimes held wisdom and it was through the lens of crystal clear hindsight that Logan now saw the thinly masked pain in Patton's eyes. This! This was the moment he could change!
He took a deep breath and leapt in. "Patton?" he asked, truly giving the Moral side his attention. "Are you.." Gravity and entropy push-pulled him, fighting his effort to change the past. "Are you quite alright?" he finally managed.
"What?" Patton asked, eyes darting between him and Virgil. Avoiding Thomas'. "Of—of course I'm alright. I'm Patton!" he said, smile sufficiently bright to see from space.
"Yes," Logan agreed, glancing over at Virgil and Thomas. He played with his hoodie strings, but watching their interaction. Thomas had moved closer, peering closely at Patton. "You said you were… sad."
"Ha! I did! Slip of the tongue, there, Kiddo," Patton laughed, thin and brittle.
"Pat?" Thomas said, sitting down and tugging Patton's hand until he joined him. "Buddy, I know how I'm feeling and you…"
"Aw, Kiddo…" Patton pulled him into a long hug. "What's got you down?"
"'Never trust a hug,'" Virgil muttered. "'It's just a way to hide your face.'"
"Fantastic Doctor Who reference, but first…" Logan refocused on why he was there. "Patton," he said, overusing his powers a bit. "Patton, you are crying."
"Wha—I'm not—"
Thomas pulled back and searched Patton's eyes. Tears sparkled in his lashes. "Pat?"
Roman popped up. "I've got it! Thomas, you write down all of your thoughts and feelings in an eloquent letter and deliver it to him in a basket full of his favorite things."
"Oh?" Patton scrubbed at his face, sniffling. "That… that might be nice. Y'know…" He fidgeted with the velvety paws of his onesie. "To hear his voice again?"
Sitting up straight, Thomas radiated surprise as he looked between his Heart. And his Hero. "Yeah… Yeah, that's a good idea. I could—"
"WHOA, whoa, whoa... what?!" Virgil jumped into the center of the room. "You can't do that, Thomas!"
"He's been brainstorming all day and he has yet to come up with one productive, non-creepy idea." Logan's words spilled out on their own accord, the grooves of history too strong to fight.
"I'm not creepy, I'm joking, alright?" Roman sneered at him. "You just don't understand love."
His own anger layered over with his past self's reaction, fists at his sides. "I understand that it's—"
"He's right," Thomas interrupted, eyes still fixed on Patton's face. He'd begun to cry again, and Thomas was wiping his own tears away. "You just don't understand what it's like to love someone and to lose them."
Virgil's eyes on him were heavy and he couldn't quite force himself to meet them. "Thomas, no, this is categorically unwise. You—"
"Look at Patton!" Thomas cried. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks and they all felt the sharp cut of his pain. "I have to do something!"
Roman slid into the spot on Thomas' other side. "Why don't you call him?"
Virgil growled next to him, shaking his head. They exchanged a glance and Logan nodded, stepping closer.
But before he could find the words to dissuade Thomas from making quite literally the biggest mistake of his life, Thomas nodded. "Yeah," The scene replayed, the past repeating just as it had the last time. "Yeah, I should call him," he murmured, scrolling through his contacts until he'd found the right number and pressed Call.
The world collapsed onto itself and Logan found himself back in his room, the books still on his bed even as the crack was sealed as though it had never existed. He examined his memories, shaking his head. Everything played out the way it had in the past. The phone call, the meeting, the next failed date.
The hospital.
Dragging both hands down his face, Logan sighed then checked his watch. Barely ninety seconds had passed since he'd returned to his room.
He tried again.
...
"Look at Patton!" Thomas cried. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks and they all felt the sharp cut of his pain. "I have to do something!"
Roman slid into the spot on Thomas' other side. "Why don't you call him?"
"No!" Logan marched across the room and plucked Thomas' phone from his hand. He threw it to the floor, stomping on it. Glass and plastic crunched beneath his shoe.
"Logan! What are you doing?" Roman cried, shoving him away. "You are interfering!" he said, stooping down to scoop up the remains of Thomas' phone.
"Never fear, dear Thomathy!" Roman said, rising up with a gleaming phone in his hand. "What one part of your mind can destroy, another can repair. Here," he said, pressing the phone into Thomas' hands and casting narrowed eyes at Logan. "Call him."
Once again, Patton's room dissolved into black and Logan was alone in his room.
Logan tried again.
"It is illogical to call him when we have a full and complete understanding of why he broke up with us in the first place! Put down the ph—"
"Forcing him into a relationship with us will only lead to heartache and further pain. You must stop this, Thomas, you must—"
"Stop it! I must insist! It is unreasonable to believe that trying again will end in anything but—"
~
Logan failed. Over and over and over again.
Head in his hands, Logan sat on the edge of his bed. Perhaps he was focusing on the wrong moment to change.
He stood and reset the books. Then, centering his thoughts on a different exchange, he pulled them down once again.
A crack opened on the opposite wall and Logan peeked through. Patton was wearing his old grey cardigan, the proper one, not the onesie. He was smiling at Thomas, but had twisted his cardigan sleeves so tightly around his fingers they'd begun to turn white.
"… Virgil's room is where I have to go in order to heighten my anxiety." Thomas grinned excitedly at Patton. "I gotta think that your room is literally sunshine and rainbows.
Logan didn't need the vision of hindsight to see the panic washing over Patton's face. "Wha..." Remembering himself, he laughed. "I—" Eyes begging for support, he looked at the rest of them. "It's- It's not quite like that, uh..."
Thomas didn't see it. "Still, you're at the core of a lot of my happy feelings."
"I'm at the core of a lot of your feelings." Patton emphasized.
But Thomas wasn't listening. "Maybe going there and enhancing those happy feelings is what I need."
Virgil bounced on his toes, hoodie up. Logan met his gaze with a reassuring smile. "Everything will be okay," he whispered, then moved into the center of the room. "Thomas, I must object. This is a terrible idea in your current state."
"He's right!" Roman cried from across the room.
"I am?" Logan parroted. "I mean," he said, shaking his head and turning to face him. "I know I'm right, but you agree with me?"
"Yes, I'm just as surprised as you are, Erlenmyer Task," he said with a dismissive wave as he moved to Thomas' side. "Why waste your time wallowing in the past when you can be thinking about your future?"
"My future?" Thomas asked as Patton's face lit up next to him.
"All you need do is seize it!" Roman said, grabbing at the air like he could pluck dreams from the ether. "Call him!"
Virgil stood, feet frozen to the carpet, shaking his head. "Guys, this is a really bad idea…"
"Oh, he's right, Thomas!" Patton continued as though Virgil hadn't spoken. "Your future!" Patton and Roman grinned at each other and the rest of their plan spread through the Mindscape. "Your future with him!"
"Wait, Thomas, no!" Logan began, but Thomas had already pulled out his phone.
"My future," Thomas said, tapping at the screen before putting it up to his ear. "It's ringing!" he cheered.
And the world went to black.
"Dammit!" Logan roared, kicking his desk chair. It rolled away and hit the foot of his bed, spinning ineffectually. Just like him. Forcing calm, Logan closed his eyes and reviewed the new past few years. It hadn't worked. If anything, he'd managed to make everything worse. He looked around his room.
Gone was the extra chair by his desk, the extra nightlights he'd installed missing. The shelves were filled with more books, but the little nook he'd set up for him and Virgil to read together sat cold and desolate. No pillows, no blankets.
His heart heavy, Logan felt the loss of his old closeness with Virgil like a wound. Aching and not quite closed over.
He had to try again. But perhaps, this time, he might seek out help.
~
Janus' door was no longer next to his. For that matter, neither was Remus' Logan stood staring at the blank spot on the wall between his and Virgil's rooms for an unreasonably long time. Finally, he walked to the end of the hall and turned into the shadows. Remus' door, dimmer than usual, was the first he saw, followed closely by Lucas'. At the very end of the darkened hallway lay Janus', lightly glowing, the only source of light in this section of the Mindscape.
Logan knocked and a surprised voice answered. "Can I help you, Logic?"
"Well…" His formal address unnerved him, but he carried on, straightening his tie before answering. "Yes, I thougth that would be obvious given the fact I've come to see you, J—" His mouth snapped shut. "Dj—" he tried again. Realization hit and he stood a little straighter. "Deceit."
Janus opened the door, eyebrow raised. "Now that was interesting," he purred. "Do come in, my dear Logic. It's a pleassure to have you."
Taking his invitation at face value, Logan nodded his head and moved inside. Janus' room was colder than it usually was. Though, Logan had never actually gone to see Janus in his room before he'd been accepted, so perhaps this was how it always had been. He shivered, looking over the cold-blooded Side and frowned. "Thank you," he said, taking a seat where Janus indicated. "Deceit, I've…" He pursed his lips, loathe to admit a failing, but the ache of missing memories—and the sight of Janus settling a heated blanket over his lap in his own room—drove him forward. "I've made a mistake and I believe I need your help to repair what I've done."
"Really…" Janus murmured, sitting back in his seat, gloved fingers steepled before him. "Do tell. How has the great and mighty Logic erred?"
He supposed he deserved that. Swallowing back a retort, Logan told Janus everything. He told him of Virgil's nightmares, watching his snake eye expand and contract with hidden emotion. He told him of his plan to prevent The Incident and how he'd only succeeded in exacerbating the situation.
He spoke until he'd run out of words and sat there, quietly watching Janus think.
"So your plan has been to counter Thomas'—and Patton's—emotional need to connect with this man with an appeal to Logic?" he finally said, one eyebrow cocked.
"Well, yes." Logan blinked back at him, uncertain where he hadn't been clear. "And it failed."
Laughing, Janus shook his head. "Of course it failed. You're fighting emotion with ration and thought." Waving his hand, Janus conjured a small tea tray and pushed it closer to Logan. "Youngest pours, you know."
Accepting his task with a frown, Logan poured Janus' cup and then his own. "So how do I—"
Smiling over his tea, Janus raised both eyebrows.
"We," Logan corrected, suppressing an eyeroll. "How shall we fight an emotional reaction we know is doomed to fail?"
"My dear Logic," he purred as he lifted his cup. "We fight fire with fire."
~
Back in his own room, Logan faced the glowing crack in his wall, Janus at his side. "Are you quite certain of this?"
"Of coursse I am," Janus murmured, tugging at each of his gloves in turn. "Are you certain you can maintain your role?"
He stared at the empty spot where Virgil's chair usually sat, a metaphysical manifestation of the emptiness in his chest. "I am certain," he said and stepped through.
Logan held his tongue and listened as Thomas excitedly explained his idea to Patton. "Maybe going there and enhancing those happy feelings is what I need."
"Honestly, that does make sense," Roman quickly interjected. Logan scanned the room. There was no sign of Janus anywhere. "…everything in the past that you've cherished. I mean, it is PEAK proud papa."
Logan's eyes widened as he stared at Roman—not, Roman, though, but Janus. His eyes flicked down to the bit of black peeking out from beneath Roman's princely white tunic and Roman-Janus winked at him.
Virgil's knee bounced and he gnawed at his thumbnail, watching them all like they were a horror movie. Patton was equally unconvinced.
Ordinarily, any time Patton and Virgil agreed, Logan might be inclined to heed their wishes. But he'd seen the world where they remained here, trying to work this out. He stepped into his role. "Patton, don't you want to help Thomas move on?"
Patton blinked at him in surprise. "Well, yeah. Of course. I would love that, but I..."
"Good," he said, cutting off his objection and fighting to ignore the buzz of anxiety Virgil was barely suppressing. "Then it's decided."
~
The fuzzy veil of Patton's room fell over him, dulling his thoughts and pulling him into a haze of nostalgia. Despite his current artistic pursuits, the vast array of memorabilia from Thomas' education was solid proof of his continued acknowledgement of the importance of genuine learning. Lost in an unsubtle sense of vindication, it barely noticed Janus' slip when he described how difficult it had been to keep Thomas in denial during his teen years.
And it took him an unconscionably long time for him to notice Thomas'—and Virgil's—growing distress.
"Virgil?" he asked quietly, hand reaching for him nearly of its own accord. "Are you okay?"
Remaining silent, Virgil merely shook his head.
Glancing back at Roman-Janus, Logan caught his tiny nod as he played tunelessly on Thomas' old recorder.
No. He couldn't leave now. Not with Virgil so upset.
He began to explain. "...Nostalgia can have an adverse effect on their overall mood. It can sometimes cause them to look at the past compared to the present period in their lives and cause them to ruminate even more on how their present situation "pales in comparison", however incorrect that outlook may be."
Logan nodded hopefully as Thomas' expression shifted. Surely he could see Virgil's distress. "Their Anxiety worsens."
Perhaps he could convince everyone to leave. Perhaps this time basking in the halcyon glow of Patton's keepsakes had been sufficient to steer Thomas away from attempting to rekindle am old flame that had been rightfully extinguished. Perhaps—
Thomas peered closely at his Anxious Side. "Virgil, that's not happening, right?"
Virgil's tempest tongue spilled out. "No."
Roman-Janus stared back at Logan, slapping Virgil's own hand over his mouth before the truth followed.
'You must be ready to play your part, Logic. No matter what.'
No. There was still a chance.
It took every scrap of control Logan had to not simply grab Virgil's hand and sink out together with him. He needed the others to leave, as well. "I'm going to take that as a yes. Come on. Let's go."
They simply needed direction. "It's time to end this experiment right—"
"Wait, wait, wait, we can't go now!" Roman-Janus cried, the impersonation near-peefect. "We haven't even started reminiscing about all the Broadway shows that he's seen!"
Logan stared as his command of the room slipped through his fingers.
"And all these old photos! Look at this!"
No no no no no.
Panic seized him as he tried yet another appeal to reason, but Roman-Janus interrupted with an uncalled-for ad hominem attack.
Logan exploded.
"All of this because Patton can't let go of one person?"
Everyone froze. Patton looked close to tears. "Logan, can you stop? Please?"
Roman-Janus raised an eyebrow.
Now.
Logan sank down in an exaggerated huff worthy of any of Thomas's theatrical accolades. He stood in his spot in the common room, arms wrapped tightly around his middle.
Perhaps his emotional outburst hadn't been entirely for show.
It was all up to Janus now.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut, the look of betrayal in Virgil's eyes as he's left nearly too much to bear. He could always return, feigning recalcitrance or regret.
"Or you could just hang out behind the couch," Remus' voice tore him from his reverie and Logan spun around.
He lay sprawled on the kitchen counter, pushing back his cuticles with the spikes on his Morningstar. His clothes had changed, rather, we're how he used to appear before he'd revealed himself to Thomas. Eyeshadow darker and lips lined in green, he appeared both more alluring and more dangerous. Thigh high leather boots and shorts covering fishnet replaced his leggings. His green sash dingy, mossy and dipped in what appeared to be blood.
"Do..." Logan could hardly believe he was prepared to take advice from Remus. "Do you really think that could work?"
Remus' grin sent a shiver down Logan's back, all teeth and entirely too pleased to have an audience. "There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"
~
Thomas' stood with his phone to his ear as Logan rose up partway and crouched behind the sofa. Damn, he was too late! He gripped the back, preparing to push up just as Thomas' ex answered.
Virgil interrupted them all with his tempest voice. "Hang up!"
And Thomas did.
Logan sat behind the couch, listening as emotion fought emotion. Janus was right.
"Now, Roman," Patton's emphasis on his name led Logan to believe Patton finally realized who stood in Roman's spot. "Lying is wrong."
The Mindscape shuddered as Thomas took Patton's side. "Yeah, that's a side of myself that I would prefer not to feed into."
And Roman-Janus let everything out, arguing the case for pursuing Thomas' ex as though he really believed they should. Pushing, prodding, eggin him on.
But Virgil stood strong. "GET RID OF IT!" he shouted, Thomas' eyes glued to his ringing phone. "GET RID OF THE PHONE NOW!"
Turmoil settling, the Mindscape stilled and the remaining Sides shared stories of the early days of their relationship. Soft and calm and bittersweet, Logan nodded to himself, preparing to sink back down to leave the more emotional Sides to work out these… feelings.
Then Patton told a joke, his laugh sharp and forced.
That was unnecessary, Patton.
"You know you don't have to do that, Patton," Thomas said gently and Logan's eyes widened, listening intently.
"What?" he asked, hiding behind a laugh.
Patton you needn't hide your feelings with humor. We know you are more than simply Happiness.
"Try to... " Thomas' voice grew more certain. "You don't have to hide what you're feeling with jokes. It's okay to be sad sometimes."
"I'm never sad! I'm your happy Pappy Patton! Just a fun-loving father figure figment."
Logan said aloud, voice overlapping with Thomas' "Falsehood."
Patton paused. Had he heard him? "You… you said yourself. I'm at the core of a lot of your happy feelings."
Thomas' mouth moved but Logan's words poured out. "You're at the core of a lot of my feelings... Happy or otherwise."
After that, Logan listened, the buzz of Thomas hearing him so completely slow to fade. "When I was younger, my uncle used to take me fishing…"
The rest of Thomas' story faded and Logan found himself and Janus standing together in his room. "Did… did it work?" he asked Janus.
Janus smoothed down his cloak, the yellow bright and pristine. He flexed his gloved fingers and eyed Logan. He wondered what parts of his appearance had changed. "What is my name?" he asked.
Logan smiled. "Your name is Janus."
Nodding slowly, Janus turned to examine Logan's room. Bright fairy lights glowed from every corner and a lush, purple throw was neatly folded over one of the desk chairs. A matching indigo throw sat on the other chair. The reading nook was filled with pillows and blankets in every color. Fewer books but more journals. A larger telescope was aimed outside the window.
"Yes, Logan, I believe it did."
Their heads swiveled toward a brushing knock at the door. "Come—come in," Logan said, smiling when Virgil poked his head inside, sparkly purple shadow filled in below his eyes.
"Shadowling," Logan whispered and Virgil smiled back at him.
"There you both are!" He stepped inside and grabbed Logan's hand. "Come on, we're waiting for you!" he said.
A silly grin spreading over his face, Logan followed, stopping only when Virgil looked back over his shoulder at Janus. "You, too, Jay. Don't think you're getting out of snow day in the Imagination."
Janus blinked and Logan suspected his own memories of their reconciliation were filling in. "Well," Janus said, a crooked smile belying his sarcastic tone. "I suppose someone has to test the twins' new sauna."
"That's the spirit," Virgil shrugged. "I think."
Still, he smiled brighter than Logan could ever remember. Except… he could. A tiny, relieved smile when he spotted Logan first after their return from Patton's room. A grin when Roman woke up after Remus' introduction. Remus' introduction!?!
"You alright there, L?" Virgil asked, thumb rubbing little circles into the back of his hand as Janus led the way to the Imagination.
Cradling Virgil's hand between both of his own, Logan nodded. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I believe everything is alright."
id like a Loganberry & Cranberry (analogical, QPR-style if ya got it!) Brewed Coffee/Machiatto mix (ratio is dealer’s choice!). Milk’s anything but skim or olive, and… Toppings, toppings… Oooh, Chocolate Shavings sound good, maybe a smidge of Caramel Drizzle? I’m tempted to try Rainbow Sprinkles and Burnt Sugar, but I’m not sure if that’d mix well with the rest - y’all are the experts, so feel free to be creative!
(I love when they help and/or stand up for each other - they know each other So Well, and care So Much! (even if- no, rather, *because* they show it in untypical ways) aksndjcksks they make me wanna explode 💜💙 - smth like that’d be really cool if it’s in stock!)
Switched: archiveofourown.org/works/35867506
growing up, and other lies told to children: archiveofourown.org/works/50233405
those three words: archiveofourown.org/works/60918157
(If it counts, I also sent the author of Cognitive Distortions (archiveofourown.org/works/60818113) a Tumblr ask, ‘cause the fic’s set to only allow users to comment)
the wrong office: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51803350
didn’t they want your blood: archiveofourown.org/works/26676358
nails in the coffin (READ THIS ONE, PLSPLSPLS, ITS THE BEST): https://archiveofourown.org/works/47020870
thank you so much!
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Go Back. Move On. Repeat. by @edupunkn00b
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Logan would do anything to fix the mistakes of the past. Anything to bring Virgil a peaceful night's sleep. Anything to take away the pain.
okay okay! first i wanted to say i love your art! it's so unique and cool!! also super soft when you do moceit and analogical 🥺🩵💛 💜💙 i think those are the characters i find perfect in your style, logan is just 💙✨ (/gen)
so! on the topic of moceit and analogical, maybe some headcanons you have for both pairings? :3 🩵💛 💜💙
Thank you, that's so sweet of you to say! I love every tag you leave on my art, and the whole system is glad you enjoy our work!
Moceit:
Patton has trouble with seeing the other sides as equals, tending to view himself as an authority figure. Not only was Janus the first to challenge this, he was the first to become an equal. Janus challenges a lot of Patton's preconceived ideals and it's good for him - Patton has been living by the morals of a child while also putting himself in a role of power over the others. Janus is needed in order to break apart that dynamic.
Janus and Patton really both love hanging out in the outdoors, and just being around each other and chatting quietly is their favourite way to spend time. Very old married men behaviour.
Janus isn't much of a cuddly person, but Patton very much is. Janus is willing to concede to bedtime cuddles and maybe 5 hugs a day, but no more, no less.
Janus rarely talks about himself and his emotions, he's not fond of the vulnerability that comes with sharing facts about yourself. However, Patton tells Janus everything about himself. To the point that Janus knows about his cold shoulders, even though Patton didn't even know why Janus likes Halloween best.
Patton crochets so many warm clothes for Janus to use during winter to keep him from getting all slow and foggy brained. Janus can become nearly catatonic if he gets extremely cold, and Patton tries to help him stay warm as possible to prevent it.
Analogical:
I LOVE queer romantic analogical!! They care for each other so greatly, even if it couldn't necessarily be defined as a 'relationship', and neither of them want a relationship anyways. (aroace kings)
Logan writes fanfic and Virgil lays against his back on the bed and just hangs out with him. He calls it "nerd stories" but he loves editing for him and proofreading his work (and he loves the opportunity to spend time with Logan and engage his interests and passions in general).
Logan really enjoys letting Virgil show him his music! He enjoys breaking down the beats and melodies logically and the excitement of discovering new things. Logan is an emo and goth music fan by proxy.
Both of them are a bit touch averse and not incredibly physically affectionate, so cuddling or even hugging is rare between them. They much prefer to parallel play beside each other, doing their own thing yet enjoying each other's company.
Virgil truly understands Logan's current struggle, being disregarded and pushed aside, having your opinions discredited and ignored. That's why he never gets mad at Logan for snapping or jumping to conclusions that people hate him. After all, Logan was the one that taught him about cognitive distortions. Virgil is pretty much the only person Logan will accept comfort from at this point.
That's all that is on my mind for now, I love both of these ships so deeply <3
qpr analogical?? maybe?? (for the send ships post?)
op, your mind!!!!!
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virgil had a problem. it wasn’t a very conventional problem which meant that he was having trouble finding a solution. because he couldn’t find a solution, he instead had resorted to expecting the worst to happen. this was kind of a normal for him but that didn’t make it suck any less. he squinted at his laptop screen. even at its lowest brightness, it had given him a very persistent headache. that might also have had to do with laying in the dark, shoulders hunched up to his ears and neck stiff with tension. as if waiting for the worst to happen wasn’t bad enough, he was also in pain and thirsty. there was a pause in his music, just before shuffle could select another song, and because of it, he heard the click of the door opening. that still didn’t give him enough time to prepare for the lights to come on. he yelped in alarm, slamming his computer shut, and throwing the blankets over his head.
“it’s me,” the intruder announced loudly.
except they weren’t an intruder because virgil would recognize that voice anywhere. and quite suddenly, his problem had a solution.
“come here,” virgil demanded, freeing himself from his blanket prison. he scowled at logan, but it was also more of a scowl at his current state of being. he hurt and all this time, all he’d needed was logan to fix it!
logan looked equally fond and exasperated as they set their things down and left their jacket hanging on the desk chair. they didn’t immediately cozy up to virgil, instead sitting down carefully on the edge of the mattress. virgil didn’t hesitate to take their offered hand, squeezing it tightly.
“missed you,” he mumbled, pulling logan closer so that he could press logan’s palm to his cheek.
“you haven’t left this room all day, have you?” logan asked.
“you didn’t miss me?” virgil countered instead of giving logan the satisfaction of being right.
“you say that as if i don’t miss you every minute we’re apart,” logan responded easily, reaching forward and taking virgil’s other hand in theirs. they moved to stand, slowly inching virgil out of bed as they moved.
“brain says i did something wrong,” virgil said, nervously avoiding eye contact even as he practiced this whole communication thing they talked about.
“hmm, my partner? do something wrong?” logan inquired, carding their fingers through virgil’s hair once they were both stood up. virgil all but melted on the spot, leaning heavily into logan’s side. “i bet the problem is that you need food, water, and sunlight.”
“i’m not a plant,” virgil grumbled, wrapping himself around logan, not at all like climbing plants are wont to do.
logan sighed in the same fond exasperated way as their earlier look. without missing a beat, they scooped virgil up and into their arms. virgil hooked his legs around logan’s waist and his arms around logan’s neck, firmly planting his face into logan’s shoulder.
“love you,” virgil murmured, wondering what sort of magic logan was capable of to already be relieving his headache.
“love you,” logan echoed, carefully heading out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. they could talk over dinner and tea about some sort of alarm reminder system but in the mean time, logan would make sure nothing else could make virgil feel any worse than he already did.
Queerplatonic analogical with fluffy? Like the texture, not the story type. Though I suppose it is the story type as well. Regardless! You get what I'm saying right?
“your hair is always so fluffy at the end of wash day,” logan comments, gently patting virgil’s short, tight curls. virgil laughs, slinging a towel around his shoulders and leaning in to kiss logan’s cheek. “do you want me to help you with the moisturizing and conditioning part? i know it can be hard for you to reach some of the back parts.”
