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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 3 years

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My Best Friend’s Brother (Virgil/Remus/Janus/Patton fic part 2/2)

Part 1

Word count: 2193

Rating: teen

Pairings: Virgil/Remus/Janus/Patton (intrumoxeit?), logince

Warnings: minor swearing, suggestive language (mostly from Remus), minor contortion

~~~START~~~

“WAKE UP, THOT!” Roman startles awake as his door hits the wall with a loud bang. Remus stands in the doorway grinning at him.

“Remus, what the fuck?” Roman groans. He wants to pull the covers over his head and just ignore his brother, but if he does that, he won’t have the slight advantage of being able to see whatever Remus is about to do. So he settles for just glaring.

“We’re going out to breakfast with all of our boyfriends!” Remus declares. “You’re going to be nice to my boyfriends, and I won’t make unsolicited comments about your boyfriend’s ass, dick, or mouth!”

“I hate you,” Roman groans.

“Love you too, Roro!” Remus clutches a hand over his heart before turning to leave. “Get dressed or I’ll drag you there in your pjs!” He calls behind him.

Roman throws his pillow through the open door, but Remus is already gone. Instead of chasing his brother down, Roman gets dressed because Remus will drag him out in his pajamas otherwise.

There’s two texts on his phone when he pulls it off the charger.

From Crofters Slut @ 6:15am: Virgil Knight is a student in our year. He won that art competition last year that Remus was in. I’m surprised you don’t know who he is.

Even with the hint, Roman has no idea who Virgil is. He vaguely remembers the art competition, but mostly, he remembers being salty that his piece hadn’t even qualified for it, and then being salty again when Remus didn’t win. There is absolutely nothing in his memory about who won, what they looked like, or what piece they’d entered.

The second text is:

From Padre Puffball @ 7:54am: Hi Roman! I hope you slept well. I was hoping that you’d be willing to get breakfast today? You, me, Logan, Remus, Janus, and Virgil? Please? I know you don’t like Janus and Virgil, and you’re not happy that I’m dating your brother, but I really like them, and I think you would too if you’d just give them a chance (maybe not as much as I like them, but enough to be friends?) I’ll text the others too, but I do hope you come! Love Patton 💖🐶

And honestly, even if Remus wasn’t going to forcefully drag him to this breakfast, there’s no way Roman could ever say ‘no’ to Patton. So when Remus comes back, Roman is fully dressed, and in the process of applying his eyeliner.

“C’mon, princess, let’s go!” Remus insists, but he does resist the urge to pull on Roman’s arm and ruin his makeup and possibly cause Roman to stab the pencil into his eye.

“I have to finish this first! Logan’s going to be there and a prince has got to slay!” Roman replies.

Remus rolls his eyes. “You just got back from spending two months sharing a room with him! He’s definitely seen you without makeup before.”

“Noooo, I woke up earlier than him specifically so he’d never see me without my makeup!”

“Roro, you are the most pathetic thot I’ve ever met. And I’m including myself. How early did you have to wake up to be up before him?”

“...four-thirty am,” Roman admits slowly, refusing to meet his brother’s eyes in the mirror.

“Excuse me while I go barf!” Remus giggles. “You woke up, at ass o’clock in the morning, so that Nerdy Wolverine wouldn’t see you without your makeup?”

“Yeah, well I’ll bet you showered daily while I was gone!” Roman shoots back. “In fact, you’re smelling pretty fresh over there. Did you perhaps shower already this morning?”

“I’ll admit to nothing!” Remus screeches. “Hurry up, we have to pick up Jan.”

“I have to be in a car with that freak!?”

“If you ever call any of my boyfriends ‘freaks’ again, I’ll rip off your nipples and shove them so far up your nose they’ll lodge inside your brain!” Remus yells, angrier than Roman’s ever seen him. “Assuming you even have a brain.”

“Why you-!”

They pull up to Janus’ house forty-five minutes late.

“I don’t know why I trusted you to pick me up on time,” Janus comments as he slides into the backseat. “You’re always so punctual.”

“Hi JJ!” Remus greets chipperly, completely ignoring Janus’ annoyance. “I told Roman to sit in the back but he refused.”

“I was here first!” Roman insists stubbornly.

“He also called you freak,” Remus tattles.

“I didn’t mean-!” Roman turns to Janus quickly while he tries to explain himself, but Janus just smirks.

“Well I suppose being able to do this makes me a little bit of a freak.”

Remus doesn’t even have to look to know that Jan dislocated his shoulder and twisted his arm around his head unnaturally, Roman scream tells him everything he needs to know. Remus has to pull off to the side of the road because he’s laughing so hard.

It takes them almost fifteen minutes to get to the cafe, which is longer than it should take to get there from Janus’ house, but Remus had needed time to calm down from his laughing fit. Roman hadn’t spoken the entire drive over, and Jan was looking pretty satisfied with himself.

So, coming into the cafe over an hour late, it’s not that hard to find his boyfriends and the Dork (hehe, whale penis). They’re in one of the semi-circle booths with Patton sitting between Virgil and Logan. It looks like Virgil and Logan are in the middle of a conversation, which is good, until, ya know, Roman has to go and ruin it.

“EMO NIGHTMARE!?” Roman screeches at the top of his lungs. It causes the whole cafe to come to a screeching halt as everyone stops to stare at them. Virgil stiffens, shoulders coming up to his ears and he quickly throws his hood over his head. Logan sends Roman an unimpressed look.

“Wonderful. Excellent. Thank you, Roman,” Janus mutters, already making his way over to the others.

“Indoor voices, Roro.” Remus nudges his brother as he passes.

“You’re dating Emo Nightmare!?” Roman hisses, quietly enough that Remus is the only one who can hear him. “Actually, back up. You know Emo Nightmare? Emo Nightmare has friends?”

“His name is Virgil, Roman,” Remus says, not bothering to dignify Roman’s questions with an answer. “And you promised to be nice.”

“I was startled,” Roman answers petulantly.

Remus doesn’t dignify that with an answer either, instead he ignores Roman and goes to join his boyfriends at the table. Janus has already reached the table, and has his arm wrapped protectively around Virgil’s shoulders. Remus slides into the booth next to Janus, leaving the space next to Logan open for Roman.

“You’re late,” Logan informs them once Roman’s taken his seat.

“Only by like an hour,” Remus replies cheerfully, grabbing a menu and perusing the breakfast options.

“We already ordered,” Patton informs him gently. “You’re getting the breakfast sausage platter, Janus is getting a veggie omelet, and Roman’s getting pancakes with a side of eggs.”

“The sausages look like dicks!” Remus said, quietly enough that only the table next to them send him weird glances.

Virgil snorts from under his hood, so Remus counts it as a win.

“Charming,” Logan says, years of being friends with Roman have rendered Remus’s antics to little more than background noise.

“So, Nerdy Wolverine, why Roman?” Remus asks, after all, that’s what this breakfast is for, right? Grilling Logan on why he has such bad taste in men? “He’s sooooooo… ugly.”

“WE HAVE THE SAME FACE!”

“BUT I WEAR IT SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!”

“Stop yelling!” Virgil hisses, finally leaving the safety of his hood. “We’re in public!”

“Besides,” Patton chimes in. “That’s mean! You’re both very handsome!”

“At least I don’t have a fuzzy caterpillar on my face,” Roman mutters petulantly, but any further argument is thankfully cut off by the waiter bringing out their food.

“Thank you!” Patton calls as the waiter leaves

“Well,” Logan sighs. “After that little display I have no idea why I like Roman.”

“What!? No! Logan!” Roman whines. Logan just rolls his eyes and kisses Roman on the cheek, effectively placating him.

“I am more surprised by you, Patton,” Logan continues, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “When we left, you were still afraid to be within thirty yards of Janus. I’m surprised you got over your fear so completely in such a short amount of time.”

“Logan!” Patton yelps, hiding his blush in Virgil’s shoulders. It doesn’t work out too well since Virgil’s shoulders are shaking from laughter.

“Patton, I’m so insulted that you’d be afraid of me,” Janus drawls. “I was trying so hard to seem nice and approachable.”

“I’m so sorry Janus!” Patton apologizes from his place hiding in Virgil’s shoulder.

“Don't apologize, Pat,” Virgil assures him, patting the side of his head awkwardly. “He wants people to be afraid of him. He was so happy when he realized he got a scar from flgmmn!”

Janus clamps a gloved-hand over Virgil’s mouth quickly, pulling his head against his chest to stop his struggling.

“Nothing!” Janus hisses quickly. “Absolutely nothing. Nothing to see here!”

Virgil bats his hands at Janus’ head, but the angle makes it hard to land any solid hit.

Remus laughs, and Patton just grabs one of Virgil’s hands and kisses it apologetically, neither of them try to help him.

“Janus won’t let Virgil tell anyone how he got his scar,” Remus explains between giggles.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Janus says dismissively as Virgil goes limp. “Are you trying to bite my hand?”

“Kinky!”

The rest of breakfast continues… somewhat normally, of course Janus has Virgil pinned the entire time, and as a result, neither of them end up finishing their food. Roman’s determination to pout lasts all of twenty minutes, but then Janus started quoting Shakespeare and well… maybe Janus isn’t so bad after all.

“Romeo and Juliet isn't a love story,” Janus argues, he’s still covering Virgil’s mouth even though it’s been half an hour, and Virgil has long since stopped struggling. “It’s about two stupid kids that make dumb decisions and get the people around them killed.”

“You take that back!” Roman gasps, clutching his chest as though he’s been stabbed. “Romeo and Juliet is a story about star-crossed lovers and overcoming life’s obstacles!”

“What obstacles did they overcome Roman? They both died in the end.”

“Sorry to interrupt, kiddos,” Patton butts in before their argument can get any more heated. “But Jan, do you think you can let Virgil go now? He hasn’t eaten yet.”

Janus glances down at Virgil consideringly and the emo just gives him his most innocent expression. “Fine.”

Janus releases Virgil but continues to watch him suspiciously. In turn, Virgil just starts shoveling omelet into his mouth. After a moment, Janus seems satisfied and returns to his argument.

“And their own deaths could have been avoided if Romeo had just-”

“JANUS FELL OFF HIS BIKE!” Virgil blurts out suddenly.

“TRAITOR!”

This starts a scuffle between the two that has Remus cackling like a madman.

They get kicked out of the restaurant.

Well… Janus, Virgil, and Remus get kicked out of the restaurant, Patton, Roman, and Logan get told that they can stay if they don’t cause anymore scenes.

In the end they only stay long enough for Roman to pay for everyone’s food (because he’s a gentleman… and because he’s rich, but mostly because he’s a gentleman), and Patton to get the rest of Virgil and Janus’ omelets in a to-go box.

Remus and Janus are clearly having some sort of argument when Roman and the others make it outside, but the only part Roman manages to catch is Remus saying “calm down Peewee Herman!”

“Patton is officially my favorite boyfriend,” Janus pouts, maneuvering himself so that Patton is in between him and their other two boyfriends. Patton doesn't seem to mind, planting a kiss on Janus cheek that majorly undermines his edgy facade. “You two are dead to me.”

“Only on the inside,” Virgil responds sagely.

“You love us Janny!” Remus crows, outmaneuvering Janus’ human wall by pulling both Patton and Janus into a bone-crushing hug.

A funny feeling develops in Roman’s stomach as he watches the four of them interact. They all clearly like each other, and Patton seems so genuinely happy trapped between Remus and Janus. Maybe Roman overreacted last night.

“Well?” Logan asks quietly, slipping his hand easily into Roman’s.

“I was wrong,” Roman answers, finally dragging his gaze away from his brother, his best friend, and their boyfriends to look Logan in the eye. Logan is giving him that soft smile that makes Roman’s heart thud. “They’re cute together.”

“Patton seems happy,” Logan agrees. “Though I do believe that, objectively, we’re the cuter couple.”

“Yeah,” Roman agrees as Janus lets out an indignant squawk.

Turning around, Roman finds the Virgil had obviously tried to join the group hug and ended up toppling them over, leaving Janus on the ground with Virgil sprawled over his back, Remus and Patton lying in a heap next to them, all of them laughing.

“Objectively.”

~~~END~~~

Whoo! Finally finished the second part, I’ll probs post this on AO3 tomorrow

There will be more in this universe (currently working on a Virgil!centric one that deals a little bit more with them getting together

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smol-gay-werewolf · 5 years

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Blue Apple

The sides can have their own dreams, even nightmares. Thomas learnt this via Virgil sitting at the end of his bed who'd just had a nightmare and Patton who'd come to explain it to Thomas- ignoring that he'd also had a bad dream. Now Roman was here too- he hadn't had a nightmare, just an annoying dream about his brother. They were all having a nice chat to distract themselves, Patton scrolling through his phone and showing dog pictures from his Instagram to them. Thomas was still a little confused about how his sides could get their own nightmares, he debated pulling Logan up to explain it but figured the logical side wouldn't appreciate the emotion talk.

Speak of the devil, Logan himself rose up slowly behind patron, coughing awkwardly. "May I join you? I seem to have received my own uhm...troublesome dream."

Patton smiled and patted the end of the bed, wanting Logan to sit down. "Awe, did Lo-lo have a nightmare?" He hugged the side, petting his head. "It's alright kiddo, everyone has a nightmare now and then."

"Don't call me that." Logan pushed Patton off of him, adjusting his glasses. "I'm not a fan of that particular nickname..." He straightened his tie and sighed. "But yes, I had a bad dream. It wasn't frightening enough to be considered a nightmare though, just a little irritating." He thought for a moment, pondering a thought that jumped into his mind- he turned to face Roman. "Hey Roman? I have a question concerning your brother."

Roman looked up from his book, rather surprised but not all too shocked. "Oh? Well what do you need to know?" He wondered if Remus had had anything to do with Logan's nightmare.

Logan nodded, a silent thanks for Roman's willingness to answer. "I know he's the 'bad' side of imagination but is there any part of Remus that's genuinely good?" He assumed he already knew the answer but part of him hoped he was wrong.

Roman blinked at him, confused by the question- he wondered if his brother had anything to do with Logan's nightmare. "Well yeah, he can be nice. He might be a dark side but he's not all bad, bad creativity is what he represents, not his entire personality. Like how I'm Thomas's ego as well as the good parts to creativity, Remus is all spontaneous thoughts, not just the intrusive ones." Roman wasn't a fan of his brother but he didn't want to lie about him, he'd had enough lies for a lifetime.

Logans eyes lit up, he tried to hide how glad he was to hear that news- it made him feel some kind of positive emotion he couldn't pin point. He looked to Patton who was hesitantly nodding. "Yeah, I'd be lying if I said he didn't help with some present ideas for Thomas's friends." He chuckled uncomfortably, side eyeing Roman slightly. "Oh can we change the subject though kiddos? I'm not up for talking about the darksi-"

"The others."

"-the others right now, alright kiddo?" Patton smiled at Virgil and ruffled his hair- causing the purple haired side to chuckle. The other sides nodded and began to talk about other things- Roman brought up the topic of dragons so they kept on that for a while.

It didn't take long for them to all fall asleep, curled up on Thomas's bed. But Logan didn't sleep- he couldn't, thoughts danced through his head and he couldn't keep them out. Remus was a force, that was sure- Logan had seen Remus at his most treacherous but that dream- that dream was the first time he'd seen even a hint of the dark side being nice. He wasn't sure if the dream was real- obviously he knew it wasn't real but it's possible for Remus to enter the other side's dream, it was the same with Roman. He spent the entire night wondering if it was real and if it was- what reason Remus had to be so nice to him.

The next day, Logan was the only sleep deprived side in the mindspace- meaning Thomas wasn't all there, braincells running on empty. Virgil noticed that Logan was tired and sat with him for a bit, not asking any questions but just making sure he didn't faceplant into the table. Patton noticed at around lunchtime and fixed Logan a double strength coffee- much to Virgil's worry. But the coffee seemed to wake Logan up completely so there wasn't much to worry about, the logic side seemed fine for the second half of the day.

Thomas didn't really notice since there wasn't much for him to do, he did need Logan's help with a few things but all that was after lunch so it was fine. Logan didn't have to do much all day so Virgil was confused as to why Logan seemed so anxious. Being the representation of anxiety, Virgil could sense when the other sides were anxious- Logan was most certainly feeling very anxious about something, Virgil wanted to know what.

He sat next to the logical side and watched him for a few moment before speaking. "What's wrong?" He sighed when Logan dismissed his question and continued to bug him, refusing to let it go. Virgil knew the logical side hated emotions so it wasn't too much of a surprise that it was an hour before Logan coincided.

The bespectacled side but his book down, refusing to look at Virgil as he stared determinedly at the wall. "I don't want to go to sleep but I have to, it's a requirement and...and I'm just a little nervous."

Virgil blinked at him, confused as to why sleep would scare Logan- nothing scares Logan. He thought back to last night- Logan had confessed to having had a nightmare, maybe he was scared of it happening again? "Is it your nightmare?"

Logan nodded. "I wouldn't call it a nightmare, it wasn't that frightening its just...the emotions and the implications of the emotions and I can't deal with emotions and especially not these emotions and I'm bad at emotions anyway and it's just really inconvenient." He sighed and massaged his temples.

Virgil sighed, shifting himself closer to the logical side. "Emotions huh? Care to tell me what happened in the dream?"

"I'm not sure that would hel-"

"Dude, trust me. I swear I won't tell the others, I just want to help you out."

"Alright then." Logan sighed. "Well first off, I think it might have been real."

"Uh huh."

"So I was in the grove, you know the one the dark sides live in? I don't know how I got there but I figure Remus had brought me there since he was waiting for me there, he told me he wanted to show me something so I followed him. He lead me to this little circle of trees so dense they blocked out the sun, in the centre there was a little blanket that he invited me to sit on with him."

Virgil narrowed his eyes, he didn't think that sounded like Remus at all. But he let Logan continue.

"Then he brought out a little tv and said he'd saved all the documentaries I couldn't watch because Patton got too attached to the animals and we had to turn it over before an animal died. So obviously I took him up in his offer to watch it together, he even summoned some food- loganberry crofters on breakfast muffins- and a nice mint tea to share. Then we watched the documentaries and he even asked me little questions during it, he seemed so interested in the animals and honestly it didn't seem real but what if it was? If it was real then what if it happens again? You know I can't handle social interaction." He sighed and faceplanted into Virgil's shoulder.

Virgil held him for a few moments, just letting him calm down. "It's alright Lo, I understand how social interactions stress you out. It is only Remus though, remember how easily you delt with him on camera? Just treat him like you did then, he'll soon leave you alone." He smiled at the logical side- tur ing his head up just as Patton walked in.

The fatherly side wasn't aware of Logan's clear inner conflict as he informed the kiddos that it was in fact time for lights out. He walked each of them to their rooms, stopping Logan before he entered his. "Logan? Kiddo? I know you didn't get any sleep last night so I just want you to promise you'll try and sleep tonight. Can you do that for me?"

Logan sighed, it seemed no one understood his core issue here. He nodded reluctantly, he knew better then to upset Patton. He sighed again at how pleased Patton was with him, going inside his room. He took his glasses off- placing them on his bedside table then going to remove his tie. He glanced up at the mirror and sighed. "Couldn't wait until I fell asleep could you?"

"What if you killed him?"

"That's not what I asked, Remus." Logan sighed, walking over and sitting on his bed next to Remus. "I'm not killing anyone, that would be ridiculous." He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, rolling his eyes at the blush on the dark side's face. "Oh grow up, if you were going to be immature then you should have just waited until I had finished changing." He took his shirt off- only for Remus to grab it.

"Is this silk? Do you use silk? I could make a little pillow out of this!" He chuckled and wrapped the shirt around his head.

Logan chuckled, slipping on his pajama shirt- a navy blue with little stars on it. He slipped off his jeans and into his fluffy pajama bottoms, an inverted version of the top. He stretches and yawns- very tired and not all too willing to have to put up with Remus again.

Remus himself was in shock, he'd never seen Logan like this before- face flushed and teary eyed with a yawn. Remus felt his own green blush rise to his face, he hid his face in his puffy sleeves. He wished that Deceit's plan would work so he could keep Logan like this- on the other hand he would enjoy hanging out with the blue side a lot more.

Logan opened the draw by his bedside table and sighed, looking at Remus. "Is there any point in me actually going to sleep? Since you're just going to snatch me away like last night."

Remus cackled. "Snatch is slang for a woman's private parts in some places! You-"

"I'm well aware of that, Remus, I clearly meant literally, if I hadn't I would have said so. Please do pay attention, Duke's are notoriously intelligent yet you appear to be the exception to the rule."

Remus clutched his chest and gasped, faking being offended. "Oh how you wound me!" He flopped down on the bed and raised his arm into the air. "I see the light! Tell my brother I hate him..." He dropped his arm and closed his eyes, sticking his tounge out to mime death.

"And scene." Logan claps his hands together once and pats Remus on the stomach with a little chuckle. "Very entertaining Remus, thank you." He leans over to tidy Remus's mustache for him, raising an eyebrow. "So what are you plans tonight? More documentaries?"

"Throw knives at me."

"What?" Logan was taken aback by this, he hadn't expected this response. He wasn't adversed to the idea- Roman had told him to try more hobbies then just reading after all. He sat up, pondering the suggestion for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "Knife throwing? Well object impermanence renders this an innocent activity and the math and strategy make it an activity I might enjoy."

Remus felt his heart skip a beat, he couldn't imagine a better pastime then being target practice- especially for the logical side. He'd always viewed Logan as a little cold hearted and now he had the chance to see how the sharper side- pun very much intended- behaved around sharp objects. He grinned and grabbed Logan's arm. "Oh this'll be so much fun!" He closed his eyes and teleported himself and Logan to the darksides grove.

The grove was absolutely beautiful- not something you'd expect from the darksides. There was some luscious trees surrounding the grove and a gorgeous pond in the centre- containing little fish and plants. At one side there was a large basking rock that Deceit was currently asleep under- in the cave under the rock- Logan understood that the serpentine side was cold blooded and recognised the basking rock as how Deciet warmed himself.

Logan couldn't help but glance towards the little flowery hill that Virgil had told the sides that he'd lived in before he joined them- Logan himself had memories of being five and sitting there whilst Patton made him way too many flower crowns.

Remus's area was surprisingly pleasant, a green and black throne- not unlike the one in Roman's room- a corkboard hanging from the branch of a tree and a couple of pillows. Logan sat down on a pillow and summoned some throwing knives, examining them- they were pure silver, a mahogany handle and a blue wax insignia of Logan's own logo. He looked up at Remus and smiled. "Ready when you are."

Remus nodded, summoning a lovely wooden wall that stretched between two trees. He ran at it and leaped forwards- turning halfway so when the ropes appeared, he was tied to the wall facing Logan. He flushed lightly at the pressure from the ropes, beaming at the logical side with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm ready Lo-Lo!"

Logan nodded approvingly and stood, turning to face the Duke. "Alright Remus, remember about object impermanence ok? This won't cause any harm if I mess up, understand?" He nodded approvingly at the Duke's own eager nodding, lifting one of the knives to aim.

Logan appreciated the logic and strategy involved with this activity, he knew he would have a little something more then begginers luck. He aimed the knife just above the curve between Remus's neck and shoulder- making sure he wouldn't hit Remus himself- and tossed it forward, making sure to stop at the correct angle.

When Roman had described love to Remus, the Duke hadn't expected to get these bubbily giddy feeling around Logan of all people- but just as his brother had fallen for the anxious side, Remus felt himself fall head over heels for the logical one. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the light glint off the knife and shine off Logan's glasses- hiding his eyes from sight. His breath quickened when Logan licked his lips in concentration, preparing to thow the blade- and when it hit, Remus caught Logan's lips twitching into a smile and found himself doing the same. As soon as the dust cleared and he saw that Logan had landed the knife almost perfectly he cracked into a huge grin. "Good shot Lo-Lo!! You ALMOST got me!" He laughed in his usual demented manner.

Logan chuckled, hiding his mouth behind his hand. "I wasn't trying to actually hit you, was that what you wanted?" He wouldn't be apposed to the idea, it would cause no permanent harm and if Remus concented then they'd be no reason not to- Patton wouldn't do it even if Remus begged, Virgil wouldn't because he'd fear it a trap and Roman wouldn't because it was what Remus wanted. Logan didn't understand that kind of thinking, if the fun is mutual then why not?

Remus's eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly, he clicked his fingers and suddenly he was tied to a wheel- slowly spinning. He raised an eyebrow to the logical side- a challenge. Remus didn't need words to make a suggestion- he was intrusive thoughts for a reason.

Logan nodded, rising to the challenge. He plucked another knife from the box and aimed it- he figured it would be more of a challenge if he went for the head or at least the prize parts. So when he tossed it, it was a surprise to him that it landed straight in the crest of Remus's neck- Logan had aimed for the head. He sighed and turned his head away from Remus and counted to three, turning back to see the dark side completely fine.

Remus saw the flash of disappointment on Logan's face and felt empathy for him- he remembered losing to Roman everytime they duelled, it was the same feeling. He flashed an optimistic grin and laughed. "You got me!! And in the neck too! I bet if you practise you'll get it perfect everytime soon!"

Logan smiled lightly, nodding and grabbing another knife. He took aim, confident in his ability- he needed to remember that this was the mindspace and that normal physics didn't need to apply. He took aim and threw the blade- boom! Right between the eyes, Logan felt a confident smirk tugging at his lips. He took another five seconds to reset Remus then allowed himself a smile. "Bullseye I believe."

Remus nodded, feeling some kind of pride for the logical side. "Aw weldone Lo-Lo!! You hit the nail through the eyeball!"

"I thought id missed your eyes? And it was a knife i was throwing."

"Its a metaphor sweetcheeks."

"Ah, I think it's the nail on the head then- but that is an entertaining metaphor". Logan chuckled and picked up another knife, juggling it lazily. "How about another round? I'm sure I can get it in your stomach this time."

Remus nodded, happy and still spinning. The duo continued like this all night- not realising that Deceit had his eyes on them. The serpentine side was watching them from under his basking rock, he had been trying his hardest to get Virgil to rejoin the darksides and had been having no luck. He looked at the strangely cruel smirk on Logan's face and let a similar smirk grown on his own face. "At least I have a plan B~"

These 'dates' continued for weeks upon weeks, each one a little more creative then the rest and all perfectly appealing to Logan's sensibility. Logan's new hobby of knife throwing improved greatly over the span of the next month and a half, he was able to get it in Remus's head whilst Remus was running through the forest. Remus had surprised him yesterday by catching the knife with his teeth- although Logan couldn't deny that he found it greatly impressive he would deny the blush that coated his cheeks in that moment.

Virgil was the only side to notice Logan's obvious glow when he appeared, he seemed very happy to help Thomas out- even when his advice wasn't listened too. Logan loved to tell Virgil everything that happened so Virgil wasn't surprised when Logans glow seemed to be a little weaker as the dates had slowed down to be once a week. Although, the couple was yet to become official- it was debatable whether Logan even viewed him and Remus as more then friends.

He was oblivious like that.

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 6 years

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You’ll Never Be What Is In Your Heart

Summary: Honestly, he should be more concerned about his imminent death considering that he lived with four creatures who came from some form of an Afterlife. But he wasn’t. After all, what did he have to fear from a fallen angel, a demon who can’t go home, a ghost who can’t move on, and a Reaper who ran away from home? Written for Inktober Day 15: Time.

Notes: Yeah… So… this is only somewhat related to ‘time’... But hey, time ticking down towards death, yeah? And “your time has come”... yeah, loose connection at best. Oh well. So, this is kinda dark at some points… But not too bad, I promise. Anyway, thanks for reading, and on with the story!

Thomas sighed and slammed the door shut, resting his head against the cool oak. Today had been… stressful. Some days, he contemplated asking Logan if he would be willing to break his Code and send a couple of his coworkers onto the Afterlife a bit early. He wouldn’t though; both Logan and Thomas cared about life a bit too much and appreciated the time each human spent on the planet (with a couple of exceptions, but those exceptions DESERVED IT).

“Greetings, Thomas! What ails you?” Roman called from the couch, his fangs gleaming in the light from the television. He looked better than he had yesterday, and Thomas was quietly worried about where he’d gotten his food. He’d probably have to look at missing persons reports later to see what exactly Roman did. He’d been doing so well lately, and Thomas didn’t want him to regress.

“Rough day at work, buddy. No need to go murder anyone!” Thomas quickly added as he saw Roman perk up with a murderous gleam in his red eyes. Roman deflated at Thomas’s last comment, and Thomas almost felt bad for the incubus. (Almost)

“I’m sorry to hear that, kiddo! Would you like to watch a movie tonight? That might cheer you up,” Patton called from his position snuggled into Roman’s side. The angel beamed at Thomas, and he felt all of his worries melt away momentarily. Patton was the kindest soul Thomas had ever met, and while he was sad that Patton couldn’t return home, he was happy that he’d met him.

“That’d be great, Patton. By the way, where are Logan and Virgil?” Thomas asked, pulling off his shoes. He really didn’t even need to ask that, considering that Virgil popped up right in front of him as soon as the question left his mouth. Thomas jumped, startled. No matter how long he’d lived with the ghost, his sudden appearances always managed to spook him.

“Logan’s out dealing with a new soul,” Virgil drawled, his form flickering a bit. He was obviously upset, and Thomas had no idea how to deal with that, even though Virgil had lived in his house for over a year now.

“Was, actually. I finished earlier than expected,” Logan’s crisp British accent called from the doorway behind Thomas. The Reaper swept in, adjusting his slightly messy tie and hair as he did so. Thomas noted the chill that followed him, and wondered if Logan had been the one to potentially get someone for Roman to eat. “Now, then, welcome home, Thomas. Would you like me to deal with the bigot at your workplace?”

“What? No! Just because they’re a horrible person doesn’t mean I want you to kill him!” Thomas yelped, blocking the door with his body. Futile, he knew; Roman and Patton could both teleport and Virgil could walk through walls. Still, it was the gesture that counted, in Thomas’s mind, and the others seemed to respond to his gestures, futile as they may be.

Logan let out an undignified snort and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender while Patton giggled in the the background with Roman’s full-belly laugh complimenting the sweet, high sounds. “Of course, Thomas, I merely jest. Besides, if I went around ending the existence of every person who had ever wronged you, the list would quickly become extremely large.” Thomas relaxed a bit, smiling at Logan. No matter how much he sometimes wished he could, he couldn’t. That was just… so morally wrong. And Logan was correct; no need to do anything that would send Reaper Management after Logan. Thomas had met the Grimm Reaper once, and once was enough.

“Besides, her Time is coming soon enough. Just give it a year or two, Thomas, and you’ll never have to worry about her again,” Logan added over his shoulder as he headed towards the fridge, presumably to grab either coffee or Crofter’s.

“Yeah… Logan, how much Time do I have? You’ve never told me,” Thomas asked, hoping that Logan’s guard was down enough that he would finally get an answer. The Reaper froze, his face draining of all blood, life, and emotions. Well, all emotions except for fear. That still painted every crevice of his face.

“Soon, huh?” Thomas asked, his voice soft. Virgil floated down to hover next to Logan, pressing a kiss as close to his boyfriend’s face as possible. Patton and Roman both stood from the couch, Roman’s tail flicking around anxiously. Thomas didn’t even have time to blink before he was wrapped in a warm, feathery hug (Patton) and a hot, firm hug (Roman) while Logan and Virgil stared at the tangle of those who were still alive.

“Not if we can help it,” Patton mumbled, squeezing tighter. Roman nodded furiously against Thomas’s chest, and Thomas sighs, patting them on the backs. Logan and Virgil quickly joined in the hug, and Logan finally broke down.

“It’s not enough time,” he gasped. “There’s never enough time.” Everyone shushed him, and Thomas made a promise to himself then and there. He was going to go find a necromancer the next day and figure out what he needed to do to extend his life. If not for his sake, then for Logan’s, Virgil’s, Roman’s, and Patton’s. He guided his family over to the couch, sadness bubbling in his chest. It seemed like there was never enough time.

Notes: Thanks for reading, guys! I’ll see you later today, probably!

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