“I’ll be damned if i don’t make you smile at least once today.” or “You could punch me in the face and i would still want you ngl.” with Dukexiety 👉🏼👈🏼?
Hehe, I liked both of those too much... So I present both prompts in one story!
Warnings: A couple of suggestive remarks and one count of swearing.
I'll Always Want You
Today was a working overtime day for Virgil. The anxiety function was constantly on the go since Thomas was auditioning for a new show. He had to make sure that the pre-audition nerves were at full capacity so he could then ease up at the last minute and let Roman take over.
Thomas got to the audition two hours early which made Logan happy because it meant that he was organised, but it meant that Virgil had to continuously come up with new material in order to keep Thomas on edge. It was his job after all, but he was glad that he wasn’t seen just as that anymore. Thomas’ name was finally called and Roman took centre stage, patting Virgil on the shoulder as he did so.
Virgil exhaled and slumped over as the exhaustion took over. He was going to need at least two… maybe three days to recover from this. He walked back to his room; each step heavier than the last. He could feel irritation and frustration radiate through him, and he hoped that no-one would see him until he had some sleep, especially not his boyfriend… Virgil knew that he could be pretty mean when he was over-exhausted.
He opened his door after about three attempts of doing so, and immediately collapsed on the bed. Virgil sighed and felt his eyes begin to close as his head sank on the pillow. That was until his door was kicked open which woke him up with a jolt.
“C’mon Lazy Bones! What are you still doing in bed? And without me, might I add.” Virgil groaned as he pushed himself up to see Remus leaning against the doorframe wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at his final statement. Virgil collapsed back onto the bed as he heard Remus’ footsteps approach him.
“It would be unwise to be in my company right now, Dukey.” Virgil attempted to be threatening but he was too tired to really try. He jolted again as Remus threw himself on the bed and wrapped his arms around Virgil tight.
“Since when have I ever been wise, Spiderboy?” Remus asked while peppering kisses all over Virgil’s face causing him to laugh in response and groan at the fact that he wasn’t being allowed to sleep. He turned around and buried his head in Remus’ chest which caused Remus to chuckle in response.
“The only person that should be making you this tired is me.” Remus muttered as Virgil looked up at him and smiled.
They fell into a comfortable silence as Remus stroked his hair, this is a side of him that was only reserved for Virgil. He vowed that no one else would ever know that he could be sweet and sentimental… He had a reputation to uphold after all. Even though Virgil couldn’t help but tease him on occasion, he didn’t mind keeping it between them. It made it more special. He felt Remus place two fingers under his chin and lift it up, smirking at the soft smile on Virgil’s face.
“There we go.” Remus said softly, and Virgil raised an eyebrow in confusion. Remus wrapped his arms around Virgil tighter, pulling him closer. “I know it’s been a tough day for you Vee Vee. So I’ll be damned if I don’t make you smile at least once today.” Virgil smiled even more as a response, he took one of Remus’ hands off his back and held it in his own.
“I’ll never understand why you want me sometimes.” Virgil sighed, Remus frowned at the statement and sat the two of them up so he could look Virgil in the eyes.
“Vee… Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else! Hell! You could punch me in the face, and I would still fucking want you, not gonna lie... So don’t ever think that, okay?” Virgil stared into Remus’ eyes, the brown with flecks of green and gold dancing with sincerity. Virgil nodded; a silent promise being made.
Remus smiled and pulled them both back down onto the bed, finally letting a more relaxed Virgil sleep soundly.
This is not what I wanted it to be but I'm posting it anyway so uh incomplete virgil angst enjoy
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Virgil's sobbing was quickly cut off a he heard Logan enter the kitchen behind him.
"Oh, uh.. hi" Virgil said, straightening his face hoping Logan wouldn't notice that he'd been crying. "I didn't know you were up."
"Hello, Virgil. I was just getting a glass of water." Logan paused. "Are you okay?"
"Oh, uh.. yeah, I'm fine," he said, not looking directly at Logan, hoping the tears wouldn't be too noticeable on his face.
"Okay," Logan said, and continued past him towards the sink.
I guess he didn't notice, Virgil supposed. He vaguely watched as Logan filled a glass, regretting not being able to tell him about this. He didn't know why he was hiding it, but he couldn't help it. He was frustrated at himself for doing this every time.
I hope you wanted an extra side of fluff with that- because it’s what you’re getting. Obligatory @theincediblesulk tag bc I know Aves loves their analogical <3
Writing Prompt 12: “Sleep is for the weak.”Words: 680+Warnings: Only that it’s softer then the tufts of fur from a cat’s tum-tum.
Virgil let out a long yawn, as he wrapped the throw blanket from their bed around his shoulders. His feet met the cold hard-wood floor with a gentle ‘pap, pap, pap’ as he made his way down the hallway towards Logan’s office. The dim glow of the computer flowed from the doorway into the hallway, along with the soft sound of typing that got louder and louder as Virgil got close.
Logan was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously as if his life depended on it. He was still in his daytime clothes; the usual black shirt and dark jeans he reserved for days spent at home, and his hair was all messed up from furiously running his hands through it. Coffee and tea mugs filled every surface of his desk that wasn’t being taken up by research papers and electronics, and the only other light besides the monitor was a streetlamp pouring it’s glow through the blinds of the window just above the desk.
Logan didn’t stop typing, even as Virgil wrapped his arms across his chest and leaned in to place sleepy kisses along Logan’s jaw.
“You know, your thesis will still be there in the morning, starlight.” The purple haired boy mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. “Come to bed?”
“Just after I finish this next section.” Logan replied robotically.
Virgil rolled his eyes. “You said that when I went to bed four hours ago.” Thin, blanket covered fingers gently wrapped around Logan’s forearm, giving soft protesting tugs. “Give it a rest already. It’s like 4am.”
“Time is an illusion, and sleep is for the weak.” Logan hummed, earning a soft chuckle from Virgil.
“Mood- but I need you.” Virgil leaned in further, turning his head into the crook of Logan’s neck so he could breathe in his partner’s scent. “The bed feels so empty, and I want something warm to cuddle.”
Logan let out a long sigh, finally pulling his hands back so he could run his fingers through Virgil’s soft hair. “I guess I can take a little break.”
Logan could feel Virgil smirk into his skin before pulling away. The desk chair slowly spun around for Logan to face Virge, as the lanky emo pulled Lo up to stand so he could wrap his arms around his waist and bury his face into Logan’s chest.
Logan wrapped his arms around Virgil, nuzzling into the hair at the top of his head and inhaling the scent of Virgil’s shampoo. They gently swayed like that for a few minutes, just sharing in each other’s warmth and closeness.
“Mmm-sleepy.” Virgil softly moaned, and Logan let out a small chuckle.
“C’mon, lets get you back to bed.”
Virgil nodded, separating from Logan’s chest, and trailing his hand down his forearm to catch his hand. The smaller boy gently tugged Logan out of the office and down the hall to their shared bedroom. Once they were there Virgil made quick work pulling off Logan’s shirt, and helping the other into soft pajamas- pulling his favorite nerd into slow, sleepy kisses as he buttoned up his sleep-shirt.
“I love you.” Logan sighed, leaning his forehead against Virgil’s as the other softly chuckled.
“I know.”
Catching hands again, Virgil pulled Logan towards the bed, dragging the nerd practically on top of him as they pushed back the covers and sunk into the soft mattress. Memory foam was really the right call, in Logan’s opinion.
Before Logan took off his glasses he took a moment to appreciate his love. Virgil was too precious to process when he was sleepy- all snuggled up into Logan’s side like an affectionate cat as his breath already started to even and sleep began to claim him. Lo just couldn’t bring himself to deny the temptation of wrapping up the purple haired boy in his arms and holding him close.
Setting his glasses on the table, Logan sunk down into the pillows and basked in the warm comfort of his boyfriend. His thesis would still be there in the morning. Right now the most important priority was the lull of sleeping with the love of his life tucked up against him in pure bliss.
Soo... I've started writing a new longfic!! 😄 I'll be keeping up with my other stories too, but there were so many ideas spinning around in my head for this... I had to make a start on it! 😊
This is my first ever attempt at a Fantasy AU with a slow burn, Analogical focus 😊
Summary: Virgil falls into a cave deep in the forest while running away from his troubles, and is saved by Logan who lives in it. As Virgil recovers from memory loss and the loss of his powers, can Logan help him face the challenges he was forced to escape from? Through teaching Virgil the piano that he keeps in the cave, Logan will help him see himself in a different light- and maybe, they just might be able help each other.
Taglist: @writerwithtoomanyships (thank you so much for all of the brilliant ideas and brainstorms, Star! This story wouldn't have got off the ground without you! 🌟)
If you'd like to be added to the taglist, let me know! 💜
Read on Ao3!
Whisper Of The Piano.
Chapter One: The Fall
Warnings: Description of falling.
The forest was endless and rich. Its canopy was claimed by Willow, Crab Apple, and endless green trees. The twinkling lights bursting through their crowns allowed for a patchwork of plants to grow in the boulder covered grounds below. There was an array of bundled climbing plants that grasped most trees, and a variety of flowers which were seen occasionally. All of this added more life in the otherwise unchanging lower level.
Everything would have been perfect, but the harmonious landscape was thrown into dissonance by twigs snapping and a cacophony of panic. A boy raced through the canopy, his wings were frantically trying to avoid clipping branches as he leapt high in the canopy. His breathing was erratic as he constantly looked behind him, waiting for someone to appear behind him. The boy tried to shake the thought out of his head He winced as he felt one of his wings snag on a fragment of tree stump, and he gasped as he spun towards the ground. He braced himself for impact and landed next to a crystal clear river, letting the sound wash over him. He listened to everything around him, trying to ground his chaotic mind...
I feel like I should do one of these since I’ve written quite a few things now!
I’m going to link my Ao3, then some of my favourite one shots, and then the fics that are ongoing :)
My Ao3!
A Trip Down Memory Lane- The first fic I ever wrote, Logicality pairing.
The Hairsweep- Another short Logicality story that I loved writing.
Pokemon Pranks With Boyfriends- A very fluffy Pintrovert fic.
I Swear It Won’t Happen Again- A prank war with science thrown in, Janus and Patton.
Can I Hold Your Hand?- Analogical fic with a scene from Tangled thrown in.
Thunderstorm- Prinxiety, caught out in a thunderstorm. One of my favourites!
Crossword Confessions- The name says it all! Logan and Janus.
No More Illusions- Another one of my absolute favourites! I was having a bad day when I wrote this one, so I took all of my feelings and incorporated them into the fic, as well as help me feel better... and I got to use one of my favourite Marvel scenes too! Logicality :)
My Past Became Our Future- This is my longest fic to date, and my first attempt at writing a multi-chapter fic! An assassin AU, containing all of the characters. 20,000 words written so far and I’m having a blast writing it!! :D
We Will Say Hello Again- A new collaboration with the wonderful @red-imeanblue :) We’re writing an AU based on WandaVision! Patton is struggling with the loss of his partner, Logan. When he discovers he can lucid dream, he creates an alternate world in his mind... but the lines between dream and reality slowly blur, can he find his way back? :)
9. “When did you get a picture of that?” With some Royality?
YAAAS QUEEN TIME FOR SOME SUNSHINE GAYS. OBLIGATORY TAG FOR @notveryglittery I KNOW YOU’RE A ROYALITY HOE ON MAIN ITS CHILL
Writing Prompt 9: “When did you get a picture of that?”Words:Warnings: [Break busts into my room] This is the fluff police, the story’s too soft! [Me screaming with a nerf gun] I’M NOT GOING BACK TO JAIL!!!
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“Dearheart, what are you doing?” Roman hummed, coming to sit down on the carpet behind his lover so he could cuddle him into his arms.
“Look! I found an old photo album from when we were in high school!” Patton beamed, leaning into the snuggle, and basking in the warm envelopment of Roman’s chest and arms.
“Dearest, that’s very exciting but we’re supposed to be cleaning up.” Roman chuckled into Pat’s ear, making the other squirm. Earlier that week during a Marie Kondo marathon they agreed that the weekend would be dedicated to sparking joy and tidying up their mess of a house. It turned out to be a more ambitious task than anticipated, as not only were there an entire library of keepsakes Patton had from their childhood together, but they both were easily distracted by reliving the memories they had.
“I know, but a little break never hurt anybody! Besides I was starting to get addicted to soap. But it’s okay, I’m clean now.” Pat giggled, as Roman rolled his eyes and tickled his partner’s sides in retaliation.
Once the tickle fight, and subsequent giggles subsided, Pat eagerly went back to the book. “But look- Remember Remy’s 18th birthday party?”
Remy’s 18th birthday party was supposed to be a Bob Ross painting party. How it went so wrong was only the stuff of legends, or more appropriately inside jokes, since it was very much a sober party that everyone remembered. Including the cops who stopped in for a noise complaint and got roped into their Just Dance tournament. For as wild as Remy got, they were staunchly against illicit activities like underaged drinking and drugs. ‘Real party animals make their own fun, gurl.’ As the birthday enby had once said.
“How could I forget?!” Roman groaned with a shudder, “I still have the scars from the barbecue slip’n’slide, and Virgil still hasn’t let me forget about trying to put a bunch of food dye in the pool so we could ‘be one with the gay agenda.’”
“Hey that idea would have went swimmingly had Logan not stopped us.” Pat chuckled, before turning back to the album. “But look, I have pictures from earlier in the night. See this is where we stopped painting and Virgil started the disney debate with you.”
“Ew, pre-transition Roman.” The lover scoffed.
“You were and always will be a beautiful man.” Patton cooed, and Roman shook his head. He made peace with his pre-T look, because lets face it- the prince always had slayed. It was just fun to joke about from time to time because his transition had come so far and went so well. “But look, you can see Logan making heart eyes at Virge in the background.”
“Virgil was, and still is so oblivious.” Roman shook his head, “Poor Logan.”
“Hey at least they started dating finally!” Patton hummed, “Which reminds me you’ve gotta call Logan. He needs help planning Virgil’s Grad School Graduation party.”
“Noted. I’ll do that after I clean the bathroom.” Roman hummed, before his attention was brought back to the book. “Wait, is that the plastic flamingo jousting contest? When did you get a picture of that?”
Patton hummed, “I’ve just got quite the photographic memory, kiddo!”
“And thats where we played seven minutes in heaven.” Roman hummed, pointing at another photo and chuckling. “God Virgil and Remy had been trying to get us together the whole night and finally resorted to just pushing us in a closet.”
“I gotta say, being in the closet was never as fun as it was when I was with you.” Patton hummed with a smirk.
“I was so nervous that I was going to ruin our friendship with my crush on you.” Roman mumbled, burying his face into Patton’s shoulder. “Little Roman was so dumb.”
“And I had been trying so hard to get your attention too.” Pat chortled, “I really thought you were gonna faint for a moment when I showed up in that skirt and those cute thigh-high socks.”
“I thought I was too. You were like a pastel angel.” Roman hummed, “And then when we went to prom together and you had that glittery tule dress? A precious fairy- I was so smitten.”
“Yeah but I had the hottest date.” Pat smirked, leaning his head over to kiss Roman’s cheek. “You looked so good in that suit my heart nearly stopped.”
“If that nearly killed you we may want to reconsider the wardrobe choice for our wedding.” Roman purred, lacing his left hand with Patton’s so their matching rings clinked together. “Wouldn’t want to lose my husband before we even get married.”
“I’ll manage somehow.” Patton beamed, running his free hand through Roman’s gorgeous sandy blond locks, “Besides dying on our wedding day would be so sad! Even the cake would be in tiers!”
“PFFT-” Roman snorted, taking his hands back to tickle at Patton’s sides once more. “Alright no more puns. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“Alright I give, I give!!” Patton wheezed, breathless laughter filling the room. “Can I at least have a kiss first?”
“Only because you’re so cute.” Roman hummed, leaning down to press his lips all over his adorable fiancé’s face. However he got so lucky he’ll never know- but one thing was for sure, the day his best friend became his husband wouldn’t come soon enough.
