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anxiousgaypanicking · 4 months

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Comfort Items

Part Three: Baggage Synopsis: Twin princes had been cursed centuries ago, forced to become mere items and subjected to whatever their owners wanted them to endure. Cuddles, pressure, or even being tossed out or passed down, until they could overcome their own arrogance and learn what it's like to love and to be loved, in all senses of the word. Ships: Intrulogical/Roceit Taglist: @arodynamic-enby @arizona-tate @asdfghjklicia @hypnossanders @transmanrayner @under-the-blue-moonlight

The older twin prince had the entire world spoon-fed to him, with the utensil being made out of only the finest silver. Everywhere he went he was reminded of his inevitable fate - that of which to be crowned and clothed in gold and jewels, and being handed control over everything and everyone.

So, he decided he could use his status.

He would dress up and look down on the citizens that he was supposed to be caring for. He would sneak them into the garden and recite poetry while on his knees. One by one he would kiss their knuckles, and one by one he would shatter their hearts. Their pain was exhilarating, and he loved their cries of desperation. They loved him. They needed him.

Around town, people could hear him beckoning, that love was a hole in their hearts that he could easily fill, promising splendors and fun and a tragic ending.

And this was a story children were told. And children told their children. And everyone knew it. So it was fabled.

…

He’s alive. He’s alive and not ripped to shreds. He’s alive.

“The purpose of poetry is to convey and evoke certain emotions while keeping a somewhat ambiguous tone throughout. Melancholic but rhythmic.”

Janus scoffs at the description. “That’s not always true. Some people write poetry in order to express themselves or the hardships they’re dealing with. Not everything has hidden meanings; some things can be written for the sole purpose of being blunt.”

Logan eyes him. “Is that the kind of poetry you write?”

“What makes you think I write poetry?”

“You’re defensive,” Logan states. “You also know a lot about the subject, and you’re simply poetic by nature. If you don’t write poetry, I recommend you take it up as a hobby. You’d be good at it.”

Once more, Janus scoffs. “Yeah, sure. Perhaps I will.”

He’s alive. He’s alive, and wasn’t handed to some spoiled, jam-covered kid. He’s alive.

Logan adjusts his backpack, turning to the side to avoid touching a group of kids crowded in the hallway. His bag then hits somebody’s arm, and they shoot Logan a scowl. Logan utters an apology, but otherwise keeps walking.

“Why is your bag bigger than normal?” Janus asks, as they round a corner. He’s looking back at Logan’s bag, which seems stretched past its usual limits (which is already an impressive feat, considering the folders and textbooks he already keeps in there).

Logan looks embarrassed at the question, but clears his throat as he mumbles “Remus is in there.”

Janus snickers, adjusting his own bag. “Really, Logan? Bringing toys to school?” Janus teases, and watches as Janus huffs and rolls his eyes.

Little does Logan know, Roman is snugly packed into Janus’s bag as well, it’s just not as obvious.

Janus frankly didn’t see the point in bringing every textbook he was given to school; he hardly used them. Why waste the extra space?

“If anybody sees, you’ll never hear the end of it,” Janus then states, which has Logan sighing.

“I know, I know,” Logan sighs, as he adjusts the straps of his bag. “I just felt bad about leaving him at home!” Logan bites his lip as they head into the classroom, and is even careful when setting his bag down. “I’ve never owned a stuffed animal before. Even when I was little, my parents preferred building blocks and books over plush toys.”

“Separation anxiety?” Janus blinks his eyelashes mockingly, and grins when Logan huffs.

“I don’t have separation anxiety, especially over a stuffed animal. That’s absurd.” Logan clears his throat, before making a waving motion with his hand, sweeping across the hallway. “Now, back to the topic at hand: poetry.”

“Logan, please, I’m not going to get into poetry.”

Logan looks as though he wants to stomp his foot on the ground. “I’m not saying you have to, I’m just saying that you might find some enjoyment out of it, whether that be through writing or reading it.”

“Oh yeah? Then name a poem right now that you think I’d like.”

Stopping in his tracks, Logan looks at Janus like he’s absurd. “What?”

Janus smiles smugly. “You heard me.”

“You’re putting me on the spot. I can’t just… come up with a poem I think you’d like.”

Smiling as though he’s won - despite having made no actual argument at all - Janus shrugs and proclaims “there. Poetry is not for me. End of discussion.”

They move into a classroom, and sit down side by side. Both of them gingerly set their bags onto the floor, but neither of them notice their care echoed in the other. That is, until Logan struggles to press his bag against his desk enough for it not to present as an obstacle to people walking past. Someone’s bound to trip on the bulging backpack, and Logan would rather not have that happen.

“If you’d just left Remus at home, you wouldn’t be having this issue.”

“I’m just worried my parents will see it and believe it to be… misplaced. Or lost.” Logan presses his fingers together, looking away from Janus’s playfully judgemental eyes as he speaks. “They might try and donate it, and I won’t be home to offer them the explanation that I’d fixed it up and was intending to… keep it. Or something.”

“Your parents are hardly ever even home.”

Logan’s lips quirk into a frown, as he stares at his hands, which he folds neatly on his desk. “They come home sometimes.”

Janus leans against his hand, resting his cheek against his knuckles as he adds “and when they are, they usually retreat into their room, and go right to sleep.”

“They work long hours.” Logan adjusts his glasses. “You try performing surgeries or practicing law, and then tell me how often you’re home and awake.”

“I don’t even have a job and I’m hardly ever even home as is,” Janus retorts. “Your house is much nicer, anyway. Did I tell you I’m pretty sure we have termites?”

If the bear in Janus’s bag could scream, it would. Sure, Janus’s voice was muffled through the thick material of the backpack, but that didn’t mean he was completely unintelligible. And though Janus looked put together and well-groomed, Roman didn’t want to be stuck in a house with a bug infestation! Termites?!

“You did not.”

Janus huffs, and twirls a chipped faux-gold ring on one of his fingers. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to call a pest control company.”

“If you need money-”

Janus stares at Logan. Logan abruptly stops talking, and sighs as he turns back to his desk with a muttered “right.”

There’s silence between them, but not in the classroom, as it slowly starts to fill with students eager to chat, and annoyed to learn. One of them accidentally kicks Janus’s bag on their way to their seat, making Janus quickly scramble to gather it up and glare at the kid.

“Idiot,” Janus hisses, as he adjusts the zipper on the bag. It’s Janus’s fiddling that admittedly draws Logan’s attention to the item, which has him noticing it looks… fuller than usual.

“Did you take an extra textbook home with you or something?”

“Hm?”

Janus glances between Logan and the bag, before a light pink blush quickly spreads over Janus’s cheeks. He quickly says “yes,” before clearing his throat and more calmly adding “I’ve got to get better grades if I’m going to make it anywhere in life,” but his response leaves Logan unimpressed.

Raising an eyebrow at the display, Logan holds his hand out. Begrudgingly, Janus forks over his bag.

Logan opens it without asking - which, frankly, Janus expected he’d do - and gasps as he peeks inside and sees Roman’s soft red fur. Lip jutting out in disapproval, Logan looks between it and Janus, before stating “and you had the audacity to criticize me? Hypocrite.”

“I told you! Termites!” Janus snatches his bag back, and reaches inside to pet over Roman’s head before he quickly zips the bag back up. “I don’t want the bear that… I am holding on to-”

“Nice save.”

“-to be covered in bugs! That’s disgusting.”

Logan adjusts his glasses, smug as ever. “Uh-huh. Will that be your excuse tomorrow, too?”

“It’s better than yours.”

Logan gives an unimpressed smile, before the teacher walks in, and punctually addresses the class. Immediately, Janus slides his phone out and hides it beneath the desk, while Logan leans forward in his seat, clearly invested in whatever their teacher has to say.

Stuffed in their bags, both bears are thinking completely different things. While Roman is intensely focused on the muffled mention of “termites” he’s heard exchanged between the two men holding onto them, Remus is more shocked that both him and his brother have persisted the test of time.

Sure, at first he believed this stupid curse would only last a few years and they’d come out of this with minimal harm done and a life lesson or something, but it’s been way more than a few years. So much time that Remus couldn’t even guesstimate how long they’ve been alive. If being confined into an inanimate prison even qualified as being alive - Remus wasn’t really sure it did.

But, having also experienced his fabric being torn, he was aware that pain was real, and it was intense. So much so he couldn’t even deem it pleasurable, as each tear in his plush body felt like an open wound until it was thankfully stitched shut (and even still, the needle felt giant as it slid in and out of him).

Surely, if pain was still possible, death was too.

And Roman wasn’t dead! That’s what fascinated him. He’s alive. He’s alive, Remus thought, the two words looping in his mind as his beady eyes were forced to stare at the thick material surrounding him, feeling the pressure of being squished between books and folders alike.

Roman could have been ripped up, thrown to a dog, shipped overseas; he could have been an unfortunate byproduct to circumstances outside of his control. And yet, out of sheer luck , he was tucked safely into the bag directly across from him.

But, well, Roman wouldn’t call that luck. He’d define it as “fate.”

After he gets over his internal screaming over termites, he begins thinking as a way to block out the annoying droning of their teacher that he can hear even through Janus’s bag.

It makes him think of being home, all those years ago, drooling over a beautifully carved table as intelligent wizards and so-called doctors would come and speak to him and Remus, attempting to teach them things they very simply just didn’t want to learn. Those men would always get so angry with the two of them. Roman doesn’t miss that one aspect of life one bit.

But even being forced to listen to the incomprehensible philosophies of men in weird cloaks would beat being unable to do anything at all. No speaking, singing, dancing; no method of creating or sculpting things, which absolutely beat Roman’s heart to a pulp.

He aches to create. He aches to build. He aches to do anything but sit and wait until this owner passes him along to the next, who gives him to the next, who eventually donates him again.

Maybe, though, just maybe - and Roman truly does put emphasis on that word, as it’s a struggle for him to get his hopes up after centuries of disappointment - the fact that he and Remus were brought together once more was some sort of sign. Some blessing from the stars above that perhaps their freedom was just around the corner. Just a couple of days, maybe a week even, away. An arm’s length.

Fate. Much better than luck.

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A slur is shouted in Logan’s general direction, and Logan was truly starting to wish his parents didn’t need both of the cars they owned. He had a license, but with no vehicle to drive, it was admittedly useless.

But the group of kids stalking behind them saw Janus and Logan walking the sidewalk together as an invitation to be imbeciles, it seemed.

“You think they’d grow out of this,” Logan mutters, as he ignores a snide comment regarding his body type. He’d heard all of their insults before, and while they might affect someone else, Logan genuinely could care less about what his classmates had to say. He’d seen their test scores, and thus would take any statement made by them with a metaphorical grain of salt. “Or at least get some new material.”

“I mean, throwing you in the dumpster was new.”

Logan glances at Janus, as a smile slowly spreads onto his lips. “And impressive. You wouldn’t think kids that scrawny would be capable of lifting an air mattress, let alone a whole person.”

A sudden thud alerts Logan to the fact a rock has hit his bag, which has his lips falling immediately into a more annoyed frown. Janus looks at the rocks on the side of the road.

“I could always toss one back.”

Logan shakes his head. “They’re not worth it; you’ll just encourage their behavior. They’re being childish.”

Another rock is tossed at them, hitting Janus’s bag this time.

“Yeah, well, they’re pissing me off.”

Janus moves to turn around, perhaps shout at them or something, but Logan grabs his upper arm and holds him steady. Firmly, Logan responds with “no, Janus. Stop it. Unless you want them to follow us around the entirety of senior year, it’s best to just ignore it. They’ll get bored of us eventually.”

Truly, it was mystifying how some other kids their age - almost legal adults - could still be so immature. Logan believed that bullying should have died out four years ago, back in junior high, but clearly some people just had nothing better to do.

How Janus and Logan became targets of that bullying was a mystery in itself. Both of them generally kept to themselves; Janus didn’t like people (for reasons that seemed very obvious as he and Logan are followed down the street), and Logan typically preferred people he could have intelligent conversations with (which eliminated a majority of the people they went to school with).

The two of them pass two large houses, and nudge each other in the direction of their backyards. They slip between the houses, and hop one of their fences, cutting through their yards in order to skip a block over, to Logan’s street.

There’s no car in Logan’s driveway when they reach it, but neither of the two boys expected there to be.

The house is silent as they make their way up the stairs and into Logan’s bedroom, but the serenity is quickly cut off by Janus groaning as he falls face first onto Logan’s bed.

“I hate people.”

Logan lets out a closed mouth laugh, though it’s less amused and more deflated, as he sets his bag against the side of his bed and crouches down to pull Remus out. “You’re being dramatic. Certainly there’s some people you like. Like me.”

“You’re pushing your luck,” Janus responds, rolling onto his side to watch Logan set Remus against his pillow. Janus stares at the bear as Logan zips his bag back up, and then moves it to the side of his desk instead. Janus pokes Remus’s stomach right as Logan turns around, which has Logan setting his arm between Janus and the stuffed animal.

“Hey! Don’t jab him.”

Janus snorts, before he fetches Roman too. He sits up in order to set Roman on his lap, making the bears face each other. Logan slides behind Remus, and sits him up too, wrapping his arms around Remus and squeezing tightly. Remus feels pressure build up in his body, but strangely it doesn’t feel bad. He still mentally sticks his tongue out at the affection though, wishing this creep his age (or, what would be his age if he hadn’t existed as a plush toy for a couple hundred years) would get a hobby aside from fetching stuffed animals from a dumpster.

“We look like we’re set up for a tea party,” Janus quips, as he holds Roman loosely in his arms. Despite Janus’s supposed indifference towards the bear, it looks to be in good condition. The bright white prince suit the bear is in seems to be even more pristine than it was when Janus had first found the bear. Perhaps he washed it?

And once more, Remus and Roman are facing each other. Directly across from one another, and unable to say a word.

Luck.

Fate.

#sanders sides #agp fic #agp fluff #intrulogical #roceit #sanders sides fic #sorry its been like a year lmao

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naminethewriter · 6 months

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Piracy Isn't So Bad

Day 6 coming a day late, I wasn't feeling well yesterday. But I'm doing better, don't worry ^^ Still, this is the shortest one yet, since it's the one prompt I had the hardest time coming up with an idea for. Still it's cute and short, hope you enjoy 💙💚 @intrulogicalweek

Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 23 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Remus teaches Logan about Slime Tutorials.

Content Warnings: None

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“What are we doing again?”

“I told you a dozen times already, Lo Lo! We’re gonna watch a slime tutorial!”

“What exactly is a slime tutorial?”

“You’ll see. C’mon, sit down!” Remus patted the seat next to him and reluctantly, Logan followed his instructions. He skeptically watched as his boyfriend typed ‘slime tutorial’ into the YouTube search bar.

The results that came up were not what he expected.

“That… is not what slime looks like.”

“Duh! As much as I love getting dirty, this is a different version of dirt,” Remus grinned.

“Those are musicals.”

“Yep.”

“And they are uploaded onto YouTube illegally?”

“Kind of? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s piracy.”

“Yeah, so? Most of these shows don’t even run anymore, or only in specific places, or cost a ton of money. Sharing them like this isn’t harming anyone.”

“Still, it is stealing. In a way.”

Remus scoffed. “Again, so? Who are you, Daddy-cakes? This is a way for us to experience a show we would otherwise not get to see! An amazing performance that can now be appreciated by so many more people! And who knows, if it’s really good and at some point available in our vicinity, we might be more likely to go that if we knew nothing of it at all.”

“I… suppose you’re right,” Logan said slowly, getting more comfortable with the idea.

“Great! So which one do you want to watch?”

Logan squinted at the screen, directing Remus to scroll a bit to get a better overview of his options.

“Is that Legally Blonde?”

“Oh, yes! It’s supposed to be pretty good, I think. Wanna try it?”

“Yes. I very much enjoyed the movies. Elle Woods is an impressive and intelligent woman.”

Remus giggled as he clicked the video. “Yeah, she sure is.”

#namiswriting #intrulogical week 2023 #day 6: slime tutorial #intrulogical #ts remus #remus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #fluff #short and sweet #legally blonde references #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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sunshineandteddybears · 1 year

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Winter Wonderland is Overrated

For the 2022 @sanderssidesgiftxchange this is my present to @artist-hope

I hope you enjoy <3

Snow gently fell onto the ground, covering the ground in a white blanket. Except for the parts that were brown with dirt as cars drove by on the slushy roads, and the yellow area by the lamp post where people walked their dogs.

“I’m gonna freeze to death.”

“Hallmark movies got my hopes up,” Remus signed, pouting as he walked alongside his boyfriend. Having grown up in Florida, he hadn’t experienced snow before. So when Logan asked if he wanted to join him and his family for the holidays in Colorado, Remus jumped at the chance. Quality time with his hunky nerd, meeting his maybe future in-laws, AND getting to finally experience snow? Yes, please!

He had some regrets now.

“You should never trust movies,” Logan signed back, his shoulders shaking in a way that told Remus that he was chuckling. Or maybe he was as cold as Remus was.

A smirk stretched on Logan’s lips and Remus knew for a fact that he was definitely laughing at him that time.

“You laugh as I perish? Have I been dating a serial killer? I knew you were too hot to be true.”

He grinned as his boyfriend shook his head in exasperation. “How could-”

Gravity changed course in a blink of an eye and Remus felt his stomach flip. A hand grabbed hold of his arm, but it only slowed the sudden descent and changed course slightly.

Snow was not as soft as it looked.

Remus gasped at the impact of the cold against his neck as he blinked up at the gray sky. It took him a solid minute, or maybe it was merely ten seconds, before he noticed Logan patting him down and trying to get his attention. “-okay?” He blinked again, looking at the other’s hands. “Are you okay?” Another blink before he nodded. Logan’s shoulders sagged but a frown rested on his lips. Remus wanted to kiss it away.

“Fuck snow,” he finally signed. “What is it even good for?” Logan shook his head at him, his lips moving as he did so. Probably talking to himself. His nerdy wolverine was pretty good about using his hands when he was actually talking to Remus.

“You’re the one that wanted to go for a walk.” Remus stuck his tongue out at the fact. A snowflake fell on it and it just tasted like cold water. Yuck. “Let’s go home.” Yeah, that sounded good. With a huff, he tried to sit up. His puffy jacket made it difficult, so Logan grabbed hold of his hands and helped hoist him up. The snow that clung to his head from the landing slid down into the back of his collar. He yelped and jumped from the shock.

Fuck, that’s freezing! Now he understood fully why it was such a dick move in movies to put snow down someone’s shirt. He shivered and shimmied, trying to somehow get the snow out. But all it did was melt away and make him wet in a totally not fun way. He wiggled his hands free from his boyfriend’s grasp, whose brows were furrowed in concern, so that he could complain. “Fuck snow.” The furrow was gone, a sign that Logan deemed he was well enough. “Next year, your family can just come visit us. Or no visitors and instead we just have some hot and heavy-”

Logan grabbed his hands again, face red as holly berries. His glare made Remus giggle. It also made his blood heat up, but it seemed that was a fact he’d have to keep to himself since his hands were occupied. Since he couldn’t sign, he decided to go about the next best course of action.

The cold air had made Logan’s lips chapped, the texture rougher than it usually was when they kissed. It was kind of fun, getting the new experience. Like having their first kiss all over again. When it came to an end, Logan’s face was even more red and he let go of his hold in order to speak. “Your mustache is cold.” Remus snickered at that.

“Help me warm it up,” he suggested, wiggling his brows as he grinned. Logan shook his head but obliged all the same with his pretty red cheeks. Remus didn’t know if his mustache was actually getting warmer or not, but other parts of him were. That was, until a gust of wind blew by. Breaking the kiss, Remus threw his hands up in irritation before moving them quickly. “No. Time to go. Go go go go go.” He began to stomp his feet, ready to return to the safety of indoor heating, when Logan grabbed his arm and pointed in a different direction. Wrong way, whoops.

He was pretty sure Logan was laughing at him again, but Remus was too cold to care. He shivered and huffed, wrapping his arms around himself. His nose felt runny. It was terrible.

A sudden downpour of snow landed on their heads from a branch that grew too heavy.

A hand grabbed his arm and tugged it free from his wrap, making him pout as he turned his head to glare at his nerd. Logan however, simply slid his hand down so that his gloved fingers could lace with his. The action made his insides feel all gooey. His pout turned into a grin, goofy and wide. He pressed in closer to the other and hummed happily.

Alright, he could concede that walking hand in hand in the snow was romantic at the very least.

He took it back. Fuck snow.

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Inside was better. So much better.

Why the hell would anyone want to go outside?

Remus wiggled in his dry pajamas and slipper socks, wrapping himself up in a soft, fuzzy blanket. He curled into Logan on the couch, seeking all the warmth he could. The vibrations of his boyfriend’s relatives moving and talking made for a lively beat. Though they didn’t compare to Logan’s lovely heartbeat. That was his favorite.

Well, second favorite. His favorite favorite was the vibrations of when Logan was co-

“You’re making that face,” was Logan’s answer.

A pinch on his arm halted that line of thought. Blinking, he turned to look at his boyfriend who was frowning at him. He grinned innocently but the other bought none of it, rolling his eyes behind those cute geeky glasses. They were a little steamed up still from coming in from the cold. Remus wanted to steam them up more.

Another pinch and he huffed. “What?” he signed.

“What face?” Logan grumbled something, the vibrations rumbling from his chest and into Remus’ side.

“A face you shouldn’t make with everyone around.” Remus grinned maniacally. “Behave.”

“But you make me not want to.” He batted his eyes at the other, but Logan pushed at his face and he cackled. The air pressure changed and he blinked as Logan’s mother made her way over. Her lips moved, her vibrations softer from the distance. Logan’s hands moved after a moment of her speaking, translating for Remus what she was talking about.

“She wants to know how our walk was.” Ah a dilemma. Did Remus use total honesty, that Logan would or would not actually tell her he said, or be polite since this was his would-be mother-in-law?

“It was an experience,” he decided and Logan translated. “It was my first time in snow.”

“Did you have fun?” That was certainly a question. One that needed an answer. Future mom-in-law was not making it easy for him.

“I’m frozen as fuck but your son is helping thaw me out.” She laughed at that, or whatever it was that Logan said instead if he didn’t actually translate, and patted his knee.

“There’s cocoa in the kitchen if you want some.” He scrambled out of his blanket prison, feeling the laughter in the air as he did so, and hurried off towards the kitchen.

A tap to his shoulder took his attention away from his drink, though it didn’t stop him from consuming it, and he turned his gaze back to Logan. “Better?” he asked and Remus nodded. He held the mug out for the other to try and grinned as he was met with a raised brow. Still, Logan obliged the silent offer, and took the mug from him. When Logan was done trying it, Remus began to laugh.

A kettle on the stovetop awaited him, filled with boiled water that was ready to pour into a mug of powdery chocolate. The packets themselves were in their little box next to some clean mugs that had been brought down from the cupboards. He grabbed the one that had to have been Logan’s, it was space themed, and made himself a cup of the hot beverage. It helped warm his hands up nicely.

With a little skip in his step, he returned back to the couch and wiggled back into his place beside Logan while his boyfriend continued to chat with his mother. He blew into the cup to cool the drink down a little before taking a sip. A happy gurgle bubbled in the back of his throat and he took another sip. That’s the ticket, he thought, feeling himself get warmed up from the inside. Whoever invented cocoa was a genius.

He would.

“We match!” he signed eagerly, before pointing at the other’s lips. The cocoa had given Logan a mustache of sorts and it was hilarious. Before his boyfriend could do anything about it, he leaned in and licked a portion of it off. The air moved with whatever sound Logan had made and Remus laughed again. He took off before his boyfriend could scold him for doing such a thing for all his family to see, sacrificing his precious cocoa to delay Logan from reacting quick enough.

It didn’t stop him nearly long enough and Logan was soon hot on his heels, better at maneuvering around his childhood home, and the relatives that filled it, than Remus was. Soon those surprisingly strong arms wrapped around his waist and lifted him up. He squealed at the action, kicking his legs and cackling as Logan dragged him off. The cackling died off when he realized they were heading for the door. He wouldn’t-

Remus gasped as the cold air hit him once more, now without the protective layers of his stupid puffy coat. “Sorry! Sorry!” he signed frantically, though he wasn’t sure if Logan could see. His feet dangled over the porch steps, where the threat of snow felt far too real. Then he was being moved to where the little swing rested on the far end. Logan released him right in front of it before turning him around and lightly pushing him to sit in it. The second his ass was on the cushion, Logan’s lips were on his. He sighed into it, relief filling him that his boyfriend was not about to be so cruel as to drop him into the snow.

He should have paid better attention though, because as they walked back to the door, Logan swiped some snow off the porch banister and pressed it against his neck. Remus shrieked while Logan dashed back inside.

When the kiss broke, Logan glared at him. “Behave.”

“No promises.” Remus grinned. Logan rolled his eyes and gestured for Remus to come back inside. He didn’t need to be told twice.

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“So how was your trip to the in-laws?” Remus huffed at his brother’s question, giving a shrug. “Come on! Tell me!”

“Fuck snow,” he responded, a phrase he had gotten familiar with during his stay. “The movies lie.”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” He glared at Roman and flipped him off. “Real mature.” He lifted up his other hand to give the same gesture. “Wooooooow.”

“Seriously though, snow is the worst. I don’t see what the excitement is about. The only good thing is getting to cuddle with Logan and I don't need snow for that.”

“So I take it you won’t go next year?” Remus frowned and gave another shrug.

“Well,” he signed, “I gotta keep up a good impression with the in-laws. And they have the fancy cocoa.”

“Fancy cocoa? Marry this boy.”

“If I’m lucky, he’ll put a ring on it.” Remus hummed thoughtfully. “But seriously, fuck snow.”

#sanderssidesgiftexchange #secret santa fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #fanfic #intrulogical #remus sanders #logan sanders #ts logic #ts intrusive thoughts #modern au #deaf!remus #deaf character #profanity #fluff #domestic fluff #remus does not like the snow

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leethesheep · 2 years

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Is it still hug a tiny day??? Well if i’m late i’m late.

#hug a tiny day #g/t fluff #g/t #eritav #davekat #intrulogical #tavros #homestuck #eridan #sanders sides #remus sanders #logan sanders #my art shit #giant #tiny #Giant/tiny #g/t sfw

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theeerealpunkin · 2 years

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There was a sign on Pattons door.

A simple, plain wooden sign, worn from age and time. On the sign stood a simple sentence, a rule, one might even call it, in neat handwriting, evenly spaced and perfectly written letters.

“Light sides and Dark sides can never be together”

Easy enough to understand, even easier to follow thanks to the thick wall that went through the mindspace.. but apparently just as easy to ignore.

(Prinxiety, Intrulogical, Mociet)

#ao3fic #sanders sides #intrulogical #prinxiety #moceit #creativitwins #pure fluff #This is the thing I've been working on for ages #Punkinwrites

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charliefrownyt · 2 years

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Tea time (Prinxiety and Intrulogical)

This will most likely be short but I really wanted to write something.

Au: Human

genre: Fluff

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~3rd pov~

Virgil, Roman, Logan, and Remus were about to have their tea time in their living room. The living room was cozy with the fire from the fire place raring. The quite taps of rain being heard outside. Roman and Virgil were seated on their couch, Remus was seated in the chair across them, in between was a nice glass coffee table that was rimmed with smooth dark oak wood. Logan then came in a few minutes later with two trays, it was his turn to make food today. One holding all four plates for them and one holding biscuit and sweets on it with drinks too. He set them down on the coffee table. They all took a plate and started eating, Logan sitting himself down in Remus’s lap, one of Remus’s arms sliding around his waste. They ate and talked, sometimes laughed. Roman braiding Virgil’s hair when he finished his food, Virgil surprisingly let him do so while he ate, drinking his coffee. Logan sipped on his tea letting Remus have some when he asked, wondering why he didn’t just drink his own drink. They all talked about random things, each cuddling their lovers.

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That is all I could write- So there- Sorry it’s short

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full-of-roman-angst-trash · 1 year

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What is Home? Epilogue

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Ships: Intrulogical, Anaroceit

“Good morning Ro! Good morning Rem!” Patton greets his friends with a wave and a smile.

“Well, Lo, Emile, and Janus are,” the pale boy explains, “Virgil and Remy aren’t here yet. I think they’re getting the coffee for everyone.”

Roman smiles and waves back, “Good morning Pat. Are the others in the back?”

“Alright. Imma go say hi to the others, call me when Vee and Remy get here,” Remus says as he starts to walk to the back.

“Alrighty! I’ll do that!” The blue-haired boy promises before turning back to Roman and starting a conversation with them.

Remus gets to the back and smiles before jokingly saying, “Good morning guys! I’m here to bless you with my presence!”

Janus rolls xyr eyes, “Good morning to you too bitch.”

“Jan, language,” Emile says with a giggle, “Good morning Rem. Is Ro in the front with Patton?”

Remus looks at Logan who didn’t greet zem before mumbling, “Uh, yeah. They’re waiting for Virgil and Remy to arrive.”

Emile and Janus share a look before nodding at each other.

“Well, imma go greet and talk to my beloved,” Janus speaks up with a hum, “Wanna come with me, Emile?”

“Yeah, come on!”

The two of them walk out, closing the door behind them and leaving Logan and Remus alone to talk. Something everyone knows they have to do. After all, the two of them still have to decide what they want their relationship to be.

“Lo? You okay?” The taller teen asks, a worried expression on zir face.

The two of them stare at each other for a minute, letting the world melt away around them. They just stood there admiring one another. Both of them happy with the decision they’ve made. And both of them ready to start what they hope will be an amazing relationship.

Logan sighs and folds their arms, “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for not telling you good morning. I was spacing out slightly.”

Remus simply nods, unsure of what to say next.

Logan thinks for a minute or so before speaking again, “Have you thought about my confession. I know things have been crazy lately and I wouldn’t blame you if you haven’t made up your mind yet, but I just want to ask.”

The curly-haired teen plaus with their sleeve as they blush lightly, “I have. And I have a response to your confession and feelings.”

“Oh, okay,” the other responds nervously, “So, what’s your decision?”

Remus blushes deeper and glances down before taking a deep breath, “I feel the same way about you and I want to try out a romantic relationship with you.”

“Really?!” Logan blushes deeply and clears their throat to stay calm, “I’m so happy you feel the same way. And I’m ready to start dating whenever you are.”

The taller teen smiles, “Well, you better take me somewhere nice this weekend then.”

The dark haired teen chuckles, “I promise I will, Rem.”

“Rem! Lo! The coffees are here!”

The two of them are suddenly snapped back to reality by Patton’s voice.

“Alright! We’ll be there in a bit!” Remus yells back before smiling at Logan and holding out a hand for them, “Ready to go?”

Logan blushes and takes zir hand as they smile back, “Yeah, let’s go. I desperately need my morning coffee.”

And after a chuckle from Remus the two of them start walking to the front to start a day of work and hanging out with friends.

The twins ready to start a day in their new home. A real home with those they love around them.

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@thedeadandthedecaying

#what is home?#my writing #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #emile picani #anarociet #anaroceit #intrulogical #fluff

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prodigal-explorer · 4 months

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my roleplay information/application!

hey guyssss, so like i'm kinda desperate for rp partners so i'm just gonna try my luck here and see if any of y'all are interested in rping with me! feel free to read through this information and message me if you are interested!! as long as you meet my requirements, i would love to rp with you!!

basic information

i am 18 (19 in a few weeks) and i'm okay rping with any age, but i will not rp anything relating to nsfw with a minor. not even implied nsfw, it's just very uncomfortable. but if you're 18+, i'll rp anything on this list with you!

i only rp semi-lit/descriptive. this means at least five sentences, detailed responses that aren't just surface level. it's hard to respond to stuff that's lazy, so please please please just put in the effort if you want high quality responses in return!

the fandoms i roleplay are sanders sides, undertale, your turn to die, and omori. i dabble in oc rp, but it's not very common for me since i don't really have many ocs that i like enough to rp with.

my favorite types of roleplay are heavy angst and whump. i love really dark concepts, and it's rare that i won't do something that's dark and angsty. i struggle with concepts that are just fluff because i prefer rps with a lot of conflict and struggle.

my only triggers are constant discussion about body type/comparing body types and descriptive talk of medical needles. other than that i will do literally anything lol.

i am filipino-american, audhd, physically disabled, and i love to incorporate these aspects of my identity into the characters i play. if you don't like that, we probably won't make very good rp partners.

i hate hate HATE poking. please don't remind me of the rp after ten minutes of me not responding. please don't remind me of the rp after ten HOURS of me not responding. i know it exists, i just need time to reply. if you nag me about responding, i probably will wait even longer to reply because it's intimidating.

i love to chat oorp! feel free to leave a silly message, even if it has nothing to do with rp!

scroll all the way to the bottom of the post if you want to see writing examples!! below are just specific tidbits of information pertaining to each fandom i rp!

sanders sides specific information

the main side i love to play is roman. i will always want to play roman in every single tss rp, he's just me, he's my number one homie, my favorite character of all time.

i can also play any of the other sides, but my characterization for them is not as solid as roman.

i don't really like patton in roleplays unless he's a minor character or an antagonist/villain. i am very good at playing patton as a villain, but i don't really like playing him in any other context. i have so many aus where patton is a villain or antagonist, so if that's your jam, you've come to the right place!

i will do mindscape or human aus, i love both!

i am okay with ocs but i will not do canon side x female oc. it just makes me very uncomfortable to ship sides with female characters.

some of my favorite ships are roceit, prinxiety, logince, anaroceit, analogical, intrulogical, and loceit.

the only ships i WILL NOT do are moxiety, royality, moceit, logicality, intruality, and remrom. every other ship, i'm completely okay with.

i love rping as remy or emile picani!!

i have SO MANY IDEAS for this fandom. like literally hundreds of aus. so please message me if you want to rp anything with angst, or drama, or anything like that because i have SO MUCH.

undertale specific information

so fun fact i'm actually kind of bad at undertale rp.

it's not that i'm awful i just don't have a lot of experience, but i'm working on it!

the main characters i like to play are papyrus, undyne, alphys, toriel, asgore, and gaster.

i can also play asriel/flowey, sans, frisk, mettaton, grillby, and chara if necessary.

i am totally fine with ocs, bring them on!

i don't really like rps with the au sans stuff? nothing against it, i just don't really know much about it and in the nicest way possible i don't really care. i prefer to stick with canon and prequel/sequel aus instead of aus that change up the characters' personalities and stuff.

my favorite undertale au of all time is handplates i have so many thoughts about it and i would love to rp it!

i love angsty rps but undertale is actually one of the only fandoms where i love to rp fluff for it. undertale is just such a goofy game and i love emulating that style of humor in rp!

ships i enjoy are soriel, papyton, alphyne, sansby, and whatever the ship name for alphys x gaster is?

the only undertale ships i WILL NOT rp are anything involving the child characters (frisk, chara, asriel, monster kid), and anything that ships undyne with a guy. i'm also not a huge fan of asgore x toriel but i'll do it if you really want me to!

your turn to die specific information

i am so new to rping in this fandom but i really want to anyway!! trust, i know all the lore, i just need some solid experience!

my favorite characters to play are jou, reko, nao, gin, kai, shin, hiyori, and sara.

i will play q-taro, mishima, or alice if necessary!

i am very bad at keiji, i don't think i can play him well.

i love canon and au roleplays equally! i would love to do either way!

i like pretty much all the ships, it would be easier to list ships i don't like.

i don't like any ships that involve the little kids (kanna, gin, hinako), any ships with a huge age gap (especially sara x keiji), and shin x hiyori. it's just...no.

omori specific information

i am very new to the fandom, so please have mercy on me if i get something wrong lol!

my favorite characters to play are kel, hero, aubrey, and mari!

i can play sunny if necessary.

i will not play basil. i actually don't like basil being present in roleplays, he's just a character i personally dislike. i'm fine with him showing up occasionally as a minor character, but i just don't like him being a big part of roleplays.

i will roleplay canon and aus! i love both! but bear in mind i am a bit more hesitant to rp ships in canon, but in aus i have zero reservations!

my favorite ships are anything involving sunny, kel, and aubrey being together, but my number one otp is hero x mari!

the only ships i WILL NOT do are ships that have basil in them, especially basil x sunny or basil x kel. they just don't sit right with me personally.

i don't really know much about the minor characters of the game...i might need a bit of guidance if you want to use a character that isn't a part of the main six! but i am completely fine with it as long as you're okay with me being a bit clueless.

writing samples!!!

The streets were soft, the dusty sidewalks concealed by powdery snow that made Brooklyn look like a wedding. Roman stepped lightly, wondering how high he would have to hold himself to keep his foot from sinking in the snow, ruining the shiny white blanket that protected his bare feet from the cruel asphalt.

His book remained tucked under his jacket, as if it needed protection from the biting wind. Roman didn’t think it was possible for something that carried such beautiful notions and ideas to be unfeeling, so he acted as though there was a beating heart somewhere between the pages. Nobody had ever told him there wasn’t one, so what was the harm in believing if it made the sky feel brighter, and the air feel warmer, and the world feel more connected?

When he came back to the small, tucked-away alley that he and his brothers were currently living in, he was happy to see a little fire that he could warm himself beside while he opened his new book, aching to see what was inside.

"Protect...me?"

Roman was unfamiliar. He was always used to protecting other people. He was tall, graceful and beautiful. Couldn't really throw a punch, but he had a way with his words that could get him absolutely anything he wanted. Including peace. He was used to standing between bullies and victims, seducing with his sweet smile and long eyelashes. Making anybody feel like they've been blessed just looking at him. With his parents always gone, and nobody to hold him during nightmares, Roman had gotten used to holding himself. But now, he just wanted to be protected so badly. He wanted to be truly loved by somebody besides himself.

"Okay..." he whispered, "Okay."

"Oh! Do you guys want to go to that restaurant across the street?" Patton asked, "We performed so well tonight, I think we all deserve a treat! Virgil, you hit that syncopation perfectly, and Janus, that riff was amazing! The crowd went wild for us! Drinks will be on me, as long as you all promise not to drink too much. I'll be the designated driver too. What do you say??"

Of course, this invitation was not extended to Logan. Patton didn't even notice Logan in the area, assuming that he was off sweeping the stage or packing up the van. Patton was the one who decided what everybody did, and he usually gave Logan the grease-work like that. He didn't really care very much about Logan, just because Logan wasn't as close to the group. There wasn't that bond of performing show after show, having fans that requested autographs, being followed and gushed over by paparazzi.

Since Logan was never onstage, nobody knew the face or identity of the man who wrote the songs that all these fans were so crazy about. And Patton sort of preferred it that way. He didn't really like the idea of Logan being a face of their band. Unlike Janus and Virgil, Patton wasn't sure how the public eye would recieve Logan. The man wasn't remotely ugly, but he was rather plain-looking. He tended to blend into the background of the rooms he occupied. He wasn't the type of look one would expect to be in a hugely successful band.

All the others had their "niche". Patton was the sweetheart, the nice one, the innocent one. Virgil was the quiet, brooding, mysterious one. And Janus was the charmer, able to seduce anyone with a wink and a smile. What was Logan? He didn't talk very much, he wasn't particularly nice, brooding, or seductive. Patton didn't like that Logan didn't exactly have an archetype. He didn't quite fit in.

Roman tilted his head with a polite smile and an appropriate amount of interest as Logan disclosed his name. It was nothing familiar to him, but he did think it was a beautiful-sounding name. He always loved when people's first and last names started with the same letter. It felt like a name out of a fairy-tale when it had that feature.

Listening to what Logan was saying, Roman couldn't help but go red, very embarrassed. He was bad at English, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He could tell that Logan was euphemizing heavily in order to preserve Roman's feelings, which made Roman both embarrassed that Logan felt the need to do this, and honored that Logan cared so much about how he felt. It was a really sweet gesture, honestly.

"You write music too?" he asked, very curious. "I would love to sing a song by you wrote. You will...pay me? Money?"

Roman wondered if Logan was offering him a job, or just wanting to have a jam session as friends and colleagues. He would be happy with either option, but he wanted to manage his expectations there and then, so there would be less awkwardness from false assumptions.

Roman looked at it and smiled as he read through the lyrics, his eyes carefully scanning from left to right as he ingested each lyric. His smile only grew.

"It is okay," he said, "I like messy handwriting. It means...it means your brain moves fast, and your hand must hurry to follow. I like this song. I think...I want to sing it. Do you want me to sing here? In front of everyone?"

Roman would definitely be willing to give Logan's song some publicity. And he adored the thrill of singing a song for the first time in front of a whole crowd of people. Roman wasn't the type to get stage fright. The more risky a performance was, the more excited he was to try and execute it. Roman had a bit of a shame deficiency, such was obvious with him singing those lyrics he wrote out loud multiple times.

His eyes were shining with enthusiasm, but also, with gratitude. He was thankful to Logan for the opportunity he had to bring this song to life, this brand new song that no one had ever heard before. The idea that its first breath of auditory life would be coming from Roman's own voice was so romantic that it almost made Roman want to sing it right there and then so he wouldn't have to wait anymore.

#roleplay #sanders sides roleplay #undertale roleplay #yttd roleplay #omori roleplay #sanders sides rp #undertale rp #yttd rp #omori rp #sanders sides #thomas sanders #tss #sanders sides fandom #undertale fandom #yttd fandom #omori fandom

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roguekassa · 23 days

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love bringing yall fluff with the guts au (which is still going on dw!) but let me introduce you to : intrulogical hurt/comfort (?)

monk au!!!!!!

we meet detective remus monk, a man with ocd and plagued by intrusive thoughts/nightmares about his husband’s, logan ellison, death.

he hires his first assistant, virgil fleming who has a young son named patton who reminds him all the time that the world is better with him in it. virgil eventually quits in order to finish schooling but Remus supports him entirely. (he closes Logan’s office in order to pay for it but he doesn’t seem to mind.)

his second assistant, roman teeger also has a little boy named janus who reminds him so much (too much) of logan with his quick wit.

remus hadn’t meant to solve the first murder case of the counselor nor did he mean to solve the next one of the librarian nor the missing maid.

he doesn’t understand how people are just - Not seeing what he sees. How could they not see shoes squeaked clean? Cigarette buds that are one too many?

but the only case he can’t solve is logan’s. logan’s pretty face getting into the car on their driveway only for it to never return again.

he doesn’t like to tell people that he sees logan in his dreams, his soft fingers on his. he can almost smell the daisy perfume he would always put on before going to his class.

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #intrulogical #monk au

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sanderssidesficprompts · 4 months

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Any two (or more) Sides making up after a fight

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Reminiscence

Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.

Content Warnings: mentions of snakes

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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.

A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.

“How is the packing coming along?”

“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”

“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.

“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.

“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.

“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”

“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.

“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”

“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”

“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”

“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.

“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.

“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”

“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”

Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.

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virgil-my-emo-son · 1 month

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Please write some Intrulogical fluff

Love your writing

No pressure

I'm so sorry I'm going through my inbox and I had quite a few from December 2023 that I forgot to answer! I think this is the last one though.

If you're familiar with my writing you know I adore intrulogical... how do we feel about something fluffy from my siren au?

Thanks for the message/request I really appreciate it!

#remus sanders #logan sanders #intrulogical #fic requests #sanders sides fanfiction

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candied-peach · 2 years

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ao3: “checkmate” rating: T warnings: intrulogical, food genre: fluff description: Logan and Remus have a game of chess. It goes...about as well as you would expect. (prompt from @lickoutyourbrains “Remus vs Logan, they're playing chess and Remus keeps eating the pieces when Logan isn't looking.")

Logan squints suspiciously at the chess board, then looks back up at his boyfriend, who stares innocently back, or as innocently as Remus knows how to. One cheek bulges, but honestly, that could be anything. Logan's learned not to question that anymore.

"Remus, are you-" Logan stops, shaking his head slightly. No, that's a ridiculous thought. Remus has just apparently practiced, and it's enough to throw Logan off his game a little.

He doesn't mind, not really. Not when Remus looks so delighted with himself, green eyes glittering like glass and mustache wiggling with every excited pronouncement of a move.

"Check!" Remus says. Then, a moment later- "Hey, Logan, did you know vampire squids have the largest eyes in the animal kingdom compared to the size of their body?"

"I did not know that," Logan says absently, frowning at the board. Something else has changed, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Remus watches him, his eyes bright and tracking Logan's every move.

"It's true," Remus says, nodding. "And they have spines on their arms. Their eyes are red! Or blue. It depends. I want one. I'll name him Steve."

"Steve?" Logan echoes, amused as he makes his next move. He doesn't think there's a way for Remus to counter it, but he's been surprised before.

"Steve," Remus confirms. "I already have Cthulhu the (Fun-Sized) Kraken, I need a vampire squid!" He cackles. "I wanna surprise my brother!"

"Are you sure that's the best-" Logan starts to say, before he looks at the board again and frowns. How on earth did Remus-

"Hey, Logan!" Remus exclaims. "Guess what?"

"What?" Logan asks, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Checkmate!" Remus cheers. Logan blinks at the board, then blinks at Remus. Remus grins and spits out the head of a pawn.

"You were eating the pieces!" Logan accuses. Remus grins harder, not denying it.

"Still counts!" Remus cackles. "You never said I couldn't eat the pieces!"

"I didn't think I had to," Logan says dryly. "Clearly a miscalculation on my part." Remus looks smug as he grabs a knight and pops it into his mouth, crunching down on it. Logan winces in sympathy for his teeth. He's eaten weirder things before, though, so Logan's not actually worried. At least he's not trying to eat a battery this time.

"Best out of two?" Remus suggests.

"You've eaten more than half the pieces," Logan points out. Remus shrugs.

"Oh well," he says, crunching noisily. "Next time I wanna make 'em out of deodorant!"

"How about chocolate?" Logan compromises.

"Boring, but okay," Remus agrees. Logan puts up the board, although there's little need, and circles to Remus's side, where he presses a kiss to Remus's forehead.

"You thoroughly hoodwinked me, cephy," Logan says, admiration in his tone. "Congratulations. I will be adding 'no eating the pieces' to the rules."

"You could always eat them, too!" Remus says. "Chess piece eating contest, most eaten wins!"

"Maybe with the chocolate ones," Logan relents. "But only those."

"Spoilsport," Remus sulks, but only for a moment before he's bouncing out of his seat and kissing Logan. Surprised, Logan kisses him back. Remus's eyes soften when he pulls away a little.

"Movie time?" Logan suggests. Remus nods.

"Blood and guts?" Remus asks. Logan can't find it in himself to deny him.

"Of course, and we'll point out all the inaccuracies," Logan says. Remus grins.

"That makes me happier than a baby bird getting sucked into a jet turbine!" Remus chirps. Logan has to stifle a laugh.

"Delightful," Logan says.

#🍬.txt #sanders sides #intrulogical #romantic intrulogical #remus sanders #logan sanders #remus #logan #sanders sides fic #📚#ok to rb #peach writes

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