No one talks about what an absolute RIDE OR DIE Roman is. His best friend literally turned into a giant frog monster and started mentally attacking the REASON BOTH OF THEM EXIST and he still went “Yeah I think this is right”
Hey, for anyone out there looking to trade in some plushies for some muns or has duplicates, I’m looking for resales of the Thomas, Roman, and Virgil YouTooz plushies to finish my set.
If you’re asking for a particular price or just looking to negotiate, please don’t hesitate to DM me.
Also, I do wonder if you'd ever consider writing a flashback or something, maybe for back when they were fighting, I assumed it'd probably be similar to what we've seen between Roman and Janus in Code Words Or maybe before Logan got his memory back, have Roman be the soft one for once /lh – flag emoji anon
Read on Ao3 Part 1 Part 2
Warnings: none
Pairings: logince
Word Count: 2682
Sometimes Roman wakes up and Logan is gone.
He rolls over in bed—and believe him, he's still reckoning with the fact that he sleeps next to the person who once tried to cut his arm off without any sort of anesthetic—and feels for the warmth, only to blink when his fingers meet nothing but cold sheets. He pushes himself up, comforter falling off his shoulders, and stares at the empty spot.
The first time it happened, he's not too proud to admit he panicked. He whipped himself into a frenzy scouring the apartment for any sign Logan might have left, anything he might have left, anything he might have taken, only to tear at his hair when he realized there was nothing short of combing through the city to figure out where he might be. He'd been just about ready to suit up and do just that when the door knob turned and Logan reappeared, looking as though he hadn't slept all night but very much alive.
His first thought had been to nearly tackle Logan to the floor in an oh-my-God-you're-okay hug. His second thought had been to smack him upside the head and scold him for disappearing without saying anything, you asshole, how was I supposed to know you were okay?
Logan had laughed tiredly and let Roman help them both up off the floor, but refused to explain himself. Only after Roman plied him with the good tea and a warm shower had he murmured something along the lines of clearing my head.
That was a load of bullshit, if you asked Roman. He's been in the masked-and-caped-freaks business long enough to recognize trauma and unorthodox coping mechanisms when he sees them. But he also knows that pushing someone to talk about that sort of stuff when they're not ready for it is a surefire way to get yourself kicked off the 'this person makes me feel safe' list, so he doesn't do that.
Now, when he wakes up and Logan's not there, he sighs, dragging himself from the warmth of his bed without abandoning the comforter and schlepping to the living room. He fumbles in the half-dark to get the kettle going, taking first the giant blue mug and then the normal-sized red one down from the cupboard. The floorboards creak and groan in protest when he goes to settle by the window, leaning his weight against the meager sill to peer into the gray street. The streetlights are still on, even as the sun rises, a thick bank of clouds rolling through the buildings. The air is chillier here by the glass, just enough to make his nose twitch. He rubs it half-heartedly with the corner of the blanket.
The kettle clicks off and he gets back up, shuffling to the other cupboard for the tea bags and honey. He's just getting ready to pour the water when the door clicks and Logan comes through.
"Hey," he mumbles, voice a little rough from sleep, watching Logan's head jerk towards him, "you want tea?"
Logan jerks his head in a short, sharp nod. He puts the mug on the other end of the counter and fills his own, cupping it between his palms and shuffling to the couch. He sits on one side, gathering the blanket around his legs, and waits.
After a long moment, the door's lock turns and Logan's quiet steps make their way over to the counter. He picks up the mug and settles uneasily on the other side of the couch. Roman hums low in his throat and lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the way the steam wafts up and around his nose and cheeks. He takes a sip and immediately regrets it when he burns his tongue. He thinks he can hear Logan chuckle at his displeased expression. He tries again a few minutes later and manages not to groan at the sweet relief of the honey.
"You look exhausted," comes Logan's voice, tinged with regret.
"It's the cold. Makes me all sleepy."
"You should go back to bed, then. It's warm in there."
Roman flaps an arm under the comforter. "I got a blanket. I got my tea. I got my Logan. I'm all good here."
Logan laughs again, a little strained. Roman wrenches himself back from the alluring embrace of the warm tea, setting it on the coffee table and turning to face Logan. He rests his chin on the back of the couch and just looks at him. It's a position that's never failed to coax a smile to Logan's face, something about him looking like a child begging to stay up just a little bit longer to watch TV with his parents after he's supposed to be in bed. It doesn't fail now; he can see the corners of Logan's mouth lifting even when he tries to hide it behind his cup of tea.
"You're not exactly helping your case here."
"But I'm not tired," he whines, dragging the vowels out. "C'mon, Logan, don't you wanna come sit with me?"
"I am sitting with you, you pest."
"'M I a fly?"
"Are you a what?"
"Am I a fly? Is that what kind of pest I am? Or am I a mosquito? I don't wanna be a mosquito. They bite people."
Logan laughs again, the sound growing looser, deeper, a bit of tension leaving his shoulders. "I believe only the female mosquito of most species is the one that feeds on blood."
"Oh. Then what do I eat?"
"If you were a male mosquito, I think you'd ingest tree sap."
"Like syrup? I get to just eat maple syrup all day?"
"Roman, tree sap is not just maple syrup and you know that."
"That's actually probably a good thing. I don't think I'd like eating stuff that sweet all the time." He wrinkles his nose. "Yeah, I don't wanna be a mosquito."
"You're not a mosquito," Logan says softly. "You're not a pest. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"'S okay, Logan, I know you didn't say it to be mean. I can be pesky." Just to prove his point, he starts lightly thwacking Logan's closer knee with the corner of the blanket until he rolls his eyes and reaches out to stop him. "See?"
"You proving my point in an effort to make me feel better isn't doing you the favors you believe it is."
"But I'm agreeing with you! You love when I agree with you."
"I love when you see that I'm right, not when you just blindly agree with me."
"What if it's both? You said both is everyone's favorite flavor." He grins, big and goofy, and it makes Logan chuckle into his tea. "Or do you still prefer Earl Grey?"
"It is the superior blend of tea."
"Okay, Captain Picard."
Logan shakes his head. "It still stuns me that you understand that reference."
"Hey! I watch things! Plus, I don't know how you can get to be as old as we are and watch no Star Trek. There's literally so much Star Trek. It's unlawful to not know any of it at all."
"Even if the only thing someone knows is the 2009 movies?"
"Look, Star Trek is Star Trek. I'll take it."
Logan looks at him then, for the first time. Really looks at him, eye contact and everything. His expression is still shuttered, but as Roman grins at him, he can see the ice in those normally cold eyes beginning to melt away slowly. "I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised."
"About what?"
"About you being passionate about a franchise that inspires optimism and hope even in the darkest of times."
"Aw, Logan, you're so sweet."
Logan splutters. "I am not!"
"You are," Roman sings, leaning forward a little, "you're a big old gummy bear, all squishy and soft."
"Alright, if you're comparing me to candy, then you definitely need to go back to sleep."
"Or I could finish my tea, you can finish yours, we can watch something while we do that, you can take a warm shower, and then you could come back to bed with me."
There's a pause. Then a tired sigh that he knows is mostly for show as Logan sits back on the couch. "Alright, then. But I get to pick."
"Sure!"
And as Roman bounds up with far more energy than someone who was pouting on the edge of the couch a moment ago, he can hear Logan's soft grumble and when he glances over his shoulder, he's being stared at with narrowed eyes.
"You tricked me," he accuses without any real heat.
"Uh huh. And you're tired enough that it worked, so you just sit there and drink your tea and I'll be right back."
Logan pouts for a few seconds—he absolutely pouts, don't let him tell you otherwise—before Roman's sitting back down and he's reaching out to yank part of the blanket towards him, mumbling something about Roman learning how to share from disgruntled kindergartners. Roman just lets him, scooting closer and wrapping half of the comforter over Logan's shoulders, careful to keep it out of his tea. He has to take a moment there, just to look at him, all soft and bundled up on the couch with his glasses fogging up slightly from the steam and a faraway look in his eyes.
"Hey," he murmurs, waiting for Logan to look at him, "are you okay? Really?"
Logan doesn't move for a few seconds. When he does, it's to shake his head. It's a tiny thing, something Roman wouldn't even have noticed if he hadn't been playing attention for that very thing, but he sees it and he nods and he sits back down, handing Logan the remote. Logan clicks through their catalog until he gets to Mythbusters and Roman grins.
"Which episode?"
"Would you be averse to the one about idioms?"
"No, I love that one. Let's do it."
The familiar intro plays as they settle back into the couch. Roman's hands drift from the mug of tea down into the folds of the blanket, carefully feeling for the part of the couch cushion that begins to dip under Logan's weight. No matter how many times they do this part, the two of them being domestic in a way that they shouldn't do, should never have gotten to do, it doesn't completely erase the fear that this is all just temporary. That at some point, The Mastermind will decide it's time for a comeback and Roman will wake up in a pool of his own blood. Or he won't wake up at all.
But it's that same fear that drives Logan from the safety of their bed on these nights, and the same one that feeds Roman's other fear that he'll lose Logan entirely, one way or another. And so he has to feel for that dip in the cushions, just to remind himself that Logan's here.
He's still here.
About halfway through the episode, there's a hand carefully covering his, warm from holding a cup of tea, callused from years of wielding weapons deadly enough to kill half the city many times over. During a particularly loud exclamation, that hand brings his up to a pair of slightly chapped lips for a kiss.
"Thank you," Logan whispers, and Roman smiles.
"I'm here," he says, "I'm gonna be here as long as you let me."
"Will you come to bed?"
"Now?"
"Mm. I'm tired."
Roman turns off the TV, taking both their mugs and putting them aside, holding both corners of the comforter out like a cape and wrapping Logan up in the soft blanket. He makes a noise of surprise as Roman begins to waddle them through the apartment like that, laughing in disbelief as they collapse to the mattress with a thwump.
"I still have to shower, you menace," he murmurs with a kiss to Roman's temple.
"Alright, but hurry up. It's cold in here without you."
"I'll be quick."
Roman settles back in bed, fixing the sheets and the comforter and crawling under them as the water in the bathroom starts to run. He settles on Logan's side of the bed, face down, cheek on Logan's pillow as he watches the light under the bathroom door. A shadow passes back and forth a few times. The smell of Logan's shampoo tickles the end of his nose, more memory than anything else, but in a few minutes it won't be and the thought of it brings a sleepy smile to his face.
The light clicks off and the door opens, Logan pausing with his adorably rumpled hair as he sees when Roman is.
"That's my side of the bed."
"Mhm. Warmed it up for you."
"How thoughtful," he says as Roman rolls back to his side, wincing a little at the cold of the sheets. Logan slips under the covers, holding out his arms, and Roman gladly cuddles back up to him. "How is it that I'm the one who just got out of a hot shower and you're the warmer of the two of us?"
"Magic."
"I see."
Roman can't help but tug them a little more into the center of the bed, fussing with the sheets, the blanket, the pillows. Logan watches him with an indulgent smile, chuckling when Roman prods him into not lying on top of the sheets and tucking him in like a child.
"You take such good care of me."
"You deserve to be taken care of."
"Do I?"
At the soft and vulnerable note in his voice, Roman lies back down, taking Logan's cheek in his hand. "Yeah, Logan, you do. I like taking care of you. It makes me happy."
"I don't understand you sometimes."
"I don't understand you sometimes. That's okay. We don't have to understand each other all the time."
Logan's mouth works into a thin line. Roman cards his fingers through his hair, waiting for him to sort through his words. Eventually, he sighs, warm breath puffing over Roman's wrist. "I don't know how to reconcile the fact that I want desperately to keep this with how little I feel I deserve it."
The words send a familiar pang through Roman's chest. He struggles with it too, especially on the nights when his nightmares end with the very same voice murmuring gentle comforts in his ears. But they can only be what they are, nothing more or less, and so he pulls Logan closer to kiss his forehead.
"It's not about deserve, remember?"
"Yes, yes, I remember. But Roman—"
"No, don't go down that road without me. I just got you back."
"I suppose you did." Logan's fingers come up to curl around his wrist, feeling for his pulse. "You have no idea how hard it was to remember that you wouldn't be angry with me for leaving."
"I get it. I just ask that you—"
"That I come back, I know." He tilts his head slightly and presses a chaste kiss to Roman's lips. "I did, didn't I?"
"You did. And that's all I can ask from you."
Logan smiles, then, a sleepy soft thing. "You're wonderful, do you know that?"
"Alright, sap, off to sleep with you."
"Not until you admit how wonderful you are."
"Logan…"
"Admit it," he teases, hands finding the sensitive points on his sides and ribs and poking until Roman yelps, "go on, admit that you're wonderful."
"Okay, okay! I'm wonderful, I'm wonderful!"
"See, now was that so hard?"
"Shut up and go to sleep, Logan."
Logan chuckles and kisses him again, another whispered thank-you breathed against his cheek. The scent of his shampoo lingers around their heads and Roman smiles.
Warnings: Unsympathetic Roman and Patton (Sorry), yelling, swearing, crying,
Pairing: Anxceitmus
Available on Ao3
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“Babe… Please, I have to go. Please. I love your affection and all that, but I need to leave,” I mumbled, my neck getting attacked by kisses.
“Fine,” he murmured, I could tell he was upset that I was leaving him “Just come back after the video.”
“Of course I will,” I promised. Just let this video be an easy one. I appeared in Thomas’ living room, everyone looking at me weird.
“Stop staring at me like that!” I hissed, pulling my hood up.
“S-sorry Virge. It’s just… this is the first time we’ve seen you without any makeup. It’s weird,” Patton explained. Ohh. I would tell you but I don’t want to expose my relationship just yet.
“Well, I was just about to put my makeup on but then you guys called me. Now what do you need?”
“We were just thinking that we should-” Roman began.
“Deceit was trying to get us to accept him!” Patton interrupted, worried.
“OMG! I can’t believe that lying snake would try to be accepted!” I yelled, sarcasm oozing through my voice, as I rolled my eyes.
“I believe that he was correct. He had every right to be welcomed here,” Logan signed to me, “Virgil, are you being sarcastic? He signed again. I’m glad he taught me Sign Language. I gave him a mischievous smirk and nodded.
“Are you agreeing with me?” I signed back. He gave me a slight nod, not enough for the others to notice, but enough for me.
“Hey! No speaking other languages so that we can’t understand you!” Roman shouted. I stared at him, You do it all the time! Why are you complaining when someone other that you do it?
“Do you guys seriously think that I didn’t know that he was trying to get accepted?! Why is he different to me?!” I cried out. Assholes. At least Logan is okay.
“Why are you defending him! He’s a dark side! He’s evil!” Princey shouted. I cracked my knuckles, wanting to punch that basted in the face.
“Kiddo, Roman has a point. Deceit isn’t a good guy. He’s trying to get Thomas to do horrible things,” Patton agreed. Seriously?! Patton… You too? I know Roman’s stubborn as fuck but I though you would be better.
“So you’re only argument is that he’s a dark side? J- Deceit can be a good guy. Just like how we can all be bad guys,” I exclaimed.
Roman gasped at the thought the he, yes him of all people, the noble, could never do anything wrong Roman, could be a bad guy. “I could never be a bad guy!” Princey shouted at me.
“You two are being jerks! Dare I reveal to you that I was once a dark side! Princey, you hated me until I ducked out! Do you really want Deceit to duck out! Do you realise what that could do? No more lies. And I know that all of us lie!” I yelled at the two of them.
“I can’t believe you! You’re defending him! I thought you were on my side! I thought you hated him!” I heard Ro yell as I sunk out. Assholes. They don’t care.
“Virge? Are you okay? What happened?” A calming, yet chaotic voice called. What’s wrong? What do you mean? I felt a few tears escaping. “Come here, Nightmare. Come cuddle.” I gradually made my way over to him, cuddling up beside.
“They were… they were being cruel to Janus. Calling him evil. I wanna see him,” I mumbled, burring my face into his shirt.
“I’m here babes, I heard my name? What- Are you okay Racoon?” Janus asked. I heard his footsteps, coming closer, getting louder.
“Apparently the lights were being cruel to you. That’s all he told me,” I heard Remus explain, as he pressed his lips to the top of my head. Not all of them. Only Roman and Patton.
“Raccoon? Can you look at me? Who was it? And what were they saying? Did they say anything mean to you?” Janus questioned, as I lifted my head off of Remus’ chest and looked at him. His gorgeous face looking at me with a reassuring smile, those alluring mismatched eyes.
“It-it was Roman and P-Patton. Th-they were saying things about how you’re a dark side and that makes you evil. I-I asked them how it was any different to me a-and how I was accepted by them. T-they s-said they you were trying to make Thomas do horrible things,” I blubbered out. Janus came and sat next to me. I was sitting in between Remus and Janus, leaning against Remus, but wanting to give Janus comfort. Janus took his glove off, using his bare hand to caress me on the head.
“I can’t believe them. I know that technically we are the dark sides, but we’re not evil. Raccoon, are you okay? What do you want to do?” There was a soft pop and Janus’ caresses slowed, almost to a stop.
“I apologise for interrupting, however it has come to my attention that you guys are nicer than Patton and Roman. I would like to join you guys.”
“But you didn’t accept me when I wanted to join the lights,” Janus hissed. I tugged on his shirt, wanting his attention.
“JJ, he wanted to accept you with the lights, but he never gets listened to with them,” I murmured.
“Oh, Well then Logan. Welcome to the Dark, but not evil sides.” Logan gave one of his few real smiles, the lights always force him to act like them, smile like them, have the same emotions as them. At least he can be himself here.
“JJ, Re. I want cuddles. Cuddles and kisses, and affection. Please?” I requested.
“Of course Nightmare,” Remus answered, picking me up.
