Summary: Logan was, regrettably, rather accustomed to unpleasant accouters in public. They were an android, such things were always happening for their kind.
But that was before they had Remy.
Content: Injury, non-graphic violence, talk of bad/abusive parent (not exactly a parent but same concept), murder threats (not carried out), people being jerks to androids because people are jerks, it’s actually pretty soft, non-binary!remy, non-binary!logan
Pairing: Losleep
Notes: remy’s pronoun set is ay/em/air/airs/emself
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Remy had always hated people. Too often they tended to be rude and cruel and vicious and selfish and just plain mean. And it was to air immense displeasure that ay was technically a part of that species.
(Sometimes, those few people Remy considered passable would joke that’s why Remy started dating an android, that ay could never have found it within emself to settle with another human being. Remy would always snort at the joke before shaking air head. “I would’ve made an exception for my sweetheart.” Ay’d say before grinning. “It’s my luck that I didn’t have to.”)
The one thing to be said for humans, at the very least, was that they usually stuck to being verbal bitches, at least with strangers- which was a whole ‘nother thing, but Remy digressed. Most people didn’t start anything physical unless someone was drunk or someone was protective.
‘Usually.’ ‘Most.’
“Murder, I’m going to commit murder.” Remy muttered under air breath, trying not to completely lose air focus. Logan’s wrist was still sparking at the break point, metal and wire revealed beneath split artificial skin, and Logan needed that fixed before Remy could go off on air killing spree.
Logan laughed lightly, taking this all much too well in stride, in Remy’s opinion. Granted, they had already turned off the sensors in their injured arm, the lack of any sort of pain likely taking away from the regular level of stress such an event would cause, but still. “That seems a bit extreme.”
“He broke your wrist!” Remy protested, glaring at the wrist in question. The asshole was lucky he had only broken the skin and tweaked some wires- had the metal in the arm been damaged at all, Remy would’ve just killed him on the spot. “Just to prove a stupid-ass point he didn’t have any business proving.”
“Technically, he can not break my wrist in the manner humans typically mean.” Logan pointed out, offering Remy an amused smile when ay shot them a look. “You already, as you may say, ‘returned his favor’ in double, my love. Going back for murder is excessive.”
Remy took a moment to revel in the recent memory as ay carefully moved all the wires in Logan’s wrist back to their regular positions. Logan’s skin had made an awful sort of cracking noise as it broke open, and as soon as Remy had heard it, ay had jumped on their attacker. His first wrist snapped against the metal of Logan’s, and the second Remy twisted right into a brick wall. “I’m just saying he’d deserve it.”
“Perhaps.” Logan sounded amused. They fell into an easy silence as Remy continued air work, adding a new protective coating to the wires that had gotten theirs torn open and double checking that everything was in place as it should be.
“You have done it better than I believe even I could.” Logan commented softly as Remy examined air work.
“I meant it when I said I’d take care of you, doll, all of you. Fights and repairs included.” Remy replied, equally soft. Logan wasn’t a factory-produced android, instead one custom-made by yet another sucky human who had dropped them off in the nearest dump as soon as Logan was no longer ‘new’ or ‘interesting’ enough in their awful eyes.
The night Logan had given Remy their blueprints, it had been with a rueful smile, explaining that they weren’t expecting Remy to actually look at them, just that ay should have them in case something did go horribly wrong and some engineer or mechanic needed to know how to put them back together.
Two days later Remy had them memorized. Like hell would ay ever let someone else fix up air Logan, whether it be for a total system failure or a tiny skin break.
Remy folded the artificial skin of Logan’s wrist back into place, gently rubbing a glue-lotion over the tear. Satisfied that air work would hold until the skin wove itself back together, Remy wrapped it all up in a brace. Only after gracing it all with a kiss, of course.
“And now that that’s done…” Remy paused for a moment as ay put away air joint first-aid and repair kit, “how are you feeling?”
“I am perfectly alright.” Logan answered, seeming uninterested in the emotional turmoil Remy was fairly certain they should be in as they watched their fingers move.
Remy frowned. “Some asshole tried to snap your wrist because you refused to split your chest open and prove you were an android. That sorta pain ain’t just physical, babe.”
“It is hardly the first time I have been accosted in public.” Logan said dismissively, though the bittersweet smile they offered Remy betrayed more than they were saying.
“That doesn’t make it easier, or okay.” Remy shifted further onto the bed, slipping behind Logan to lean them against air chest. Instinctively, Logan tucked their head back against air shoulder as Remy’s arms slipped around their waist. “Talk to me.”
A quiet sigh. “You are correct in saying it does not become okay simply because it has occurred repeatedly. Nor usually would it become easier. But, I must admit, in all honesty… having you has made it so.”
Remy hummed encouragingly for Logan to go on as ay pulled air fingers through their hair. The texture was soft, the edges jagged from where Logan had defiantly chopped the symmetrical ends off- one of the many reminders of their creator’s tainted ‘perfection’ that Logan had wanted nothing to do with. It truly was their hair, and Remy loved it.
“When I was accosted during the time I was still with my creator, they would force me to bend to any human’s odd whims. Should an attack occur, I would be left undefended, and only occasionally assisted in the aftermath.” Logan explained. Their voice didn’t break, but Remy could feel the way they stiffened as they recalled the memories. Ay pressed a kiss against their temple, willing emself to remain focused on Logan and not how dearly ay wanted to put a rusty pipe through their creator’s throat.
“When alone, I would rarely be able to fend off those… particularly determined persons, and I would have no one to assist me in the aftermath.” Logan paused as their gaze shifted back to their wrist, their uninjured hand moving to rest on top of the brace Remy had put on. “They were bad times. I often felt rather alone, or even pathetic.”
The arm Remy had left around Logan’s waist tightened. “I don’t ever want you to feel like that again, darling.”
Logan chuckled, once more relaxing against Remy. “Precisely my point. Before I had you, such events as today’s were not simply stressful in and of themselves, but also in their build-up and aftermath. With you, well…”
And then Logan laughed, and Remy was very happily reminded of just how dearly ay adored air partner. “You broke his wrists! And you attended to my injuries with more care than- well- anyone ever has. If you intend for this to be the standard of dealing with my public disruptions, I do not think I have to be as distressed by them as I once was.”
“So… what I’m getting here… is that you’d actually be thrilled if I headed back and took out that asshole?”
Remy didn’t need to see Logan roll their eyes (affectionately) to know that they had, Logan turning their head to press a kiss to air cheek. “Maybe next time.”
“Rain check accepted.” Remy joked, settling air head on top of Logan’s. In a sweeter and genuine tone, ay added, “I’m more than happy to make sure you never have a bad interaction go unpunished and unattended ever again, my dear dork.”
“My queer bodyguard.” Logan murmured in reply, smiling when Remy laughed. “I am immensely fond of you.”
Remy kissed their forehead. “I love you a lot too, sugar. Wanna cuddle while we watch trash?”
“With you? Always.”
So, yeah. Remy hated people, a viewpoint ay felt was wholly justified. But Logan wasn’t a people. As far as Remy was concerned, in air gay-centered mind, Logan wasn’t even an android.
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Sooooo, who remembers the Chrono Series android au? I’ve finally decided which story to start with. :3 (I’ll open up an ask blog either later tonight or tomorrow- and same w/ the taglist >w<)
Logan, what can you tell us about Dee? They appear to be missing, and we can’t find them. Can you find them? Their systems aren’t working and they can’t contact you, Admin, or anyone else.
Logan pauses in his tracks from where he seems to have been collecting things and looks at his roommate, Virgil, who is staring at him from the hall. Virgil is holding a raccoon around the middle and appears to have stopped his journey to taking it outside to look at Logan.
Virgil: “What are you doing?”
Logan: “Collecting sensitive equipment. I intend to make a time-jump.”
Virgil: ... “Can I come with?”
Logan: “No.”
Virgil pouts, and then shrugs, heading back out with the raccon.
Logan tilts his head and then responds to you: I haven’t found R0C1 in 5 years, I doubt I could find them now either. If he is damaged, tell him to remain still to allow the Self Healing Program to do its job. If it is not damaged as well, try to have them turn on their distress signal... Hopefully that will help us locate something of them.
Logan: I’m going to Thomas to collect a proper understanding of who you are and if R0C1′s distress signal comes online... and then I shall go on a retrieval mission.
Once Logan collects all he needs, Logan makes a time-jump, which disrupts your vision into a haze of multicolored dots in nonsensical patterns that turns black. The secondary video feed supplied by Logan’s glasses turns on a moment later. From the secondary feed you see this.
Virgil does not seem to notice the glitchy figure, and they disappear. Virgil helps Logan up as he comes to. There’s static before you can hear.
Logan: ....Where’s my glasses? My visual processors are impaired.
Virgil: Does it kill you to say ‘I can’t see’ instead of ...that? *Virgil does, however, pick up and hand Logan the glasses.*
You know that average Saturday activity of going dumpster diving and suddenly coming across an abandoned android and deciding to take it home and fix it up?
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Thanks @erin-hollow for the suggestion to draw android Logan!
Logan's LED spun a soft yellow, the only light in the wide expanse of darkness. The way Virgil had looked at him, with that same hate he'd seen when they had begun working together, but this time mixed with something else.
Fear.
Virgil feared him.
That thought made something in Logan's chest drop, and he felt...sad, guilty almost. But, he was free.
At such a hefty price, Logan wasn't sure if it was worth it.
But he was free nonetheless.
That thought should have sent a short burst of happiness and joy into his systems, but now the thought just seemed bitter.
Rotten.
Logan found himself thinking that he would go back to being an obedient machine if it meant he could see Virgil again.
Virgil had treated him like a person, even though he wasn't. Virgil had cared for him in a way that could even be called love.
It was then that Logan realized he loved Virgil.
But even if he had before, Virgil most certainly did not love him now.
The line between human and machine had blurred, and Logan wasn't sure which he was anymore, as he stared up at the stars. He leaned against the railing as something akin to tears gathered in his eyes for the second time that night.
It was easier when he could pigeon-hole his thoughts away into little corners. It was easier when emotions didn't get in the way of logical thought processing.
"You're deviant, aren't you." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, Virgil, I-"
"Please, Logan. Leave."
"Wh-what?"
"Leave!"
"I...If you say so."
Logan felt a tear roll down his cheek, as he stared down at the water. He didn't want to be deviant if it meant losing Virgil.
Virgil didn't usually get angry when he saw deviants. Usually he understood why they'd broken their programming and rebelled. But Logan had apparently betrayed him by becoming one himself.
Logan turned and punched the closest tree to him, angry when the skin didn't even break. He punched it again and again, feeling nothing in his fists but the force of his hits, but somewhat satisfied when thirium dripped down his synthetic knuckles.
Maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe Virgil hated something about him that wasn't just that he was deviant. Virgil should have known he couldn't change that. Or maybe he was too panicked and angry to remember that.
Virgil couldn't seem to see that he was still Logan. Just with some new code.
Logan would just have to deal with being alone, then, since Virgil was gone.
That thought sent a painful spike through where his heart would be.
He picked a discarded nail file off the ground and flicked off his LED. Nobody had to know what he was. He ran a finger over his damaged knuckles that had healed over completely, leaving flawless skin in its place. The sight made Logan furious.
A reminder that no matter what, he was a machine.
He was already dressed in human clothes, and he would be able to pass. He had a little bit of money from Virgil's house, and a cell phone, despite not really needing one.
If Virgil didn't care about him, then, well, Logan didn't care about him! He would move on! He would show him!
He just had to get over the crippling loneliness first.
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Hey Logan, Deceit's timeline got.. restarted? ((also can i say the way you've incorporated the asks and user decisions into this au is so freaking cool!!))
(thanks! lol, Twas inspired by a couple of other askblog aus/choose your own adventure-style stuff.)
Logan is sitting on a couch, writing notes, while Virgil sits on the top of the couch above Logan.
Logan: “A timeline restart? How could he do that if they weren’t in optimal working condition? I’m not exactly sure how well it would work if he was not....He might not have paradox trimming on, or a temporal rift could be created... Those tend to be unpredictable...”
Virgil: “Paradox?!” He leans in towards Logan with a frown, eyes flickering around the room, “Unpredictable how?”
Logan; “We could end up with two versions of ROC1, one with the timeline restart and one without. As for rifts.... Think of them this way- Rifts are basically tears where we have created temporal ripples, and where we would usually just, fold the fabric of time to thread ourselves through, there is now a hole. Which many other fabrics could be seen through or puncture.”
Virgil: “....I don’t like that idea.”
Logan: “Rifts are uncommon, however, so I believe a paradox would be more likely.”
Oh this is bad. Logan? Deceit's Self Healing Program is corrupted.
*Logan is sitting up, Virgil has remained sitting next to him and seems to be checking Logan over for visible damage*
Logan: ...That is... very misfortunete.... I can't seem to contact Thomas now. And I am hesitant to attempt time jumping again.... I will be trying to send a message towards R0C2 and R0C3 and see if they reply... If the Self Healing process is corrupted I am conserned R0C1 will not last long without extensive external repair... Do you know what caused that much damage?
L0C1, we intercepted a distress message from Deceit. They have been badly damaged and need help. They were asking for you.
Logan: ...R0C1? You heard from them?
Logan: Well my current time and date would be very different from theirs, they were on mission when their communication was cut- 1928, July... It would be more useful to note the last time I saw them was approximately 43,830 hours, 31 minutes, and 23, 24, 25, 26- twe- ...seconds.
Logan: Where was this distress message localized? Do you have an era, a coordinate? I- I need to tell Thomas!
