Rereading the Dellah-era novels is curing my brain. The plot of God and MEPHISTO and the comparison between Good versus Evil between the People versus the Time-Lords is such a good build-up as to what eventually happens later on in the series.
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Day 16 - When your soulmate listens to music or is singing, you hear it in your own head as well. (Songfic, Crazy = Genius by PATD)
Pairing(s): Romantic Intrulogical, Ambiguous/Romantic Analomus, Background Roceit [the Janus part is ambiguous but whatever], Familial Logicality, Familial Virremile, Background Remile [again hinted]
TWs: swearing, sexual themes [light but theyâre there], makeouts, Remus being Remus, drunken behaviour, pyromania, vomiting [not graphic just mentioned]
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âEither of you pyros got a lighter I can borrow?â
Logan sighed, not making much in the way of eye contact with the emo sitting in the cell next to him and his soulmate. He dug into his jean pocket and lazily tossed the lighter to the boy clad in so much black and purple he looked like the sapient embodiment of a bruise.
âKeep it.â
âOh. You sure? This is a pretty sweet lighter-â
âI insist.â, Logan groaned, running his hands down his face, âItâs not like Iâll be needing it ever again after this.â
From beside Logan, Remus slung his arm to the side, flopping it about limply to swat at his soulmate, âShuddafuckupâ, he slurred, hauling himself upright from his slumped over position, âSâgonna be fiiiine. Roman said heâd bail us oooouuuut, so fuckinâ chill-â
âYour brother told you last week that he would give us a ride to Dairy Queen but instead he was too fucking busy getting to third base with his boyfriend!!â, Logan snapped. Ugh, he would regret that in the morning. He ran his hands through his hair anxiously slicking it back. How had the night gone wrong so fast?...
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âYou can set yourself on fire!
You can set yourself on fire!â
Logan wasnât sure what it was about the glowing ember embrace of a flame that drew him in toward it like a moth with a death wish, but as he allowed his soulmate Remus to haul his ass towards their usual hangout with the promise of some pretty choice items to burn, he found that he couldn't care less.
As he approached the overpass with his soulmate chugging a whole half a bottle of tequila without blinking, Logan wondered how he ever survived before without this whirlwind in human form.
âShe said at night in my dreams
You dance on a tightrope of weird
Oh but when I wake up you're so normal that you just disappear
You're so straight like commuters with briefcases towing the line
There's no residue of a torturer inside your of eyesâ
âCheck it the fuck out, babe! Did I bring the goods or what?â, Remus grinned nearly as brightly as the shine on the rather expensive looking crimson car - he guessed it might have been a Mercedes, but car brands all looked the same to him really - parked under the overpass. Logan didnât have a particular favourite item to burn, but when Remus walked over in his lime green hoodie that barely covered his black leather shorts and fishnets to pose seductively on top of the hood? Logan hadnât wanted to incinerate anything more in his life.
âYou⌠How on Earth did you come by this?!â, he ran his hand along the curve of the hood, unashamedly letting his hand roam over Remusâ thigh.Â
His soulmate hummed, leaning in to steal a kiss, murmuring softly against Loganâs lips, âIf I told you I mightâve hotwired it just this afternoon? Is that a turn off or a turn on?â
Goddamn him, Remus knew just how to speak right to Loganâs soul.
âThe latter, and you know it.â, Logan all but growled into their kiss.
âShe said you're just like Mike
Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson
Said you're just like Mike
Love but you'll never be Brian Wilsonâ
In the back of his mind, Logan did wonder what his father and morally conscious little brother would think; if they knew he snuck out to satisfy his pyromania, make out with his feral cryptid of a boyfriend, and engaged in petty acts of vandalism and thievery from time to time. What would Thomas and Patton think of their stoic, orderly son and big brother who - instead of studying for his undergraduate degree in astrophysics - would rather spend the night getting dangerous and dirty alongside his soulmate who had literally just admitted to auto theft to acquire a ridiculously expensive car for him to burn?
The thought was there for all of two seconds until Remusâ tongue licking into his mouth banished it away. The only thot he needed tonight was the one driving him crazy with a kiss alone.
âAnd I said (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius
Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)
I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)
(Hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey)
You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)
You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!â
Knowing they came here for a reason, Logan reluctantly ended their makeout session and grabbed for his trusted blue lighter.
âHow full is the gas tank?â, Logan made sure to ask, popping open the door to the driverâs side to see what was left in the car. Might as well keep anything worth selling.
âNot sure.â, Remus shrugged, twirling the keys around his finger excitedly while he finished off their first bottle of the night, âWanna help me make sure thereâs nothing left?â
âShe said darlin' you know
How the wine plays tricks on my tongue
But you don't seem to change when you stuff all of
your feelings with drugs
Other boys you may have dated serrated your heart with a slice
But the cut of your love never hurts baby, it's a sweet butter knifeâ
Logan wasnât sure how Remus managed to look even more majestic every time he looked at him, but as he clung tight to the hand rest above the passenger window while his soulmate pulled off his sixteenth donut in a row, all he could think about was how lucky he was to have him. Like a trickle of water turning into a river, Logan recognised the beginning of Na Na Na starting to play in his head. Of course. He knew Remus well enough by now to know that was coming. The humming under his soulmateâs breath also gave it away somewhat.Â
While Remus kept trying to empty the tank, Logan couldnât help but feel nostalgia for their first meeting; Remusâ older brother Roman had asked Logan to stand in for the theatre departmentâs regular dramaturge when Logan began to hear the beginnings of Avenue Qâs The Internet Is For Porn begin to invade his mind. Luckily for him, it hadnât taken long for Remus to saunter over and try to flirt with him, humming the exact tune Logan had been hearing the whole time.
From there, theyâd begun dating though it took a good few months before Logan would join Remus in his fantastical ramblings. He lamented on how he felt trapped by a father who meant well but expected so much from him, how stifled he felt having to be a role model to his living marshmallow of a little brother. How Logan just wanted the fun, exhilaration of doing something extreme for a change.
With Remusâ encouragement, Logan opened up about his pyromaniac tendencies which his soulmate was 110% onboard with. Ever since, the underpass had become their dirty, out of the way, graffiti scarred home away from home. Where Logan could indulge the urge to burn away his stresses and lose himself in Remusâ mantra of doing whatever the fuck they wanted.
âShe said you're just like Mike
Love but you wanna be Brian Wilson, Brian Wilson
Said you're just like Mike
Love but you'll never be Dennis Wilsonâ
With the car finally seemingly out of gas as it shuddered to a stop, Remus fluidly slid out of the open window - you know, like a normal functional human being - and slid across the hood of the car to open the door for Logan, âAlright, time for this bitch to burn!â
Logan was more than happy to get down to the main event after doing a last quick sweep of the car. All heâd found worth keeping was the planet shaped air freshener; so sue him, the sweet scent of mixed berries was delightful. Whipping out his lighter, Logan escorted Remus a safe distance away and pulled out the hairspray heâd swiped from his room earlier. He aimed the spray towards the car - making sure it wasnât against the wind or pointed back at himself, he preferred to keep his eyebrows, thanks - and watched as the plume of fire engulfed the carâs seat cover.Â
Crackling flames. Straining metal. Hissing fabric burning to a plastic like mess. It was a symphony and Logan was itâs conductor.
With his boyfriend wrapping his arms around his shoulders, Logan tilted to kiss him once more as the heat of the fire caressed their skin. Remusâ eyes never once left Logan, seeing his soulmate delight in an act of pure mindless vandalism, watching the way Logan looked truly free, sent his heart racing. In compliment, Logan turned back to Remus, grinning already at the shades of orange and yellow that painted his handsome features. He always thought Remus was at his most beautiful that way.
âAnd I said (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius
Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)
I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)
(Hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey)
You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)
You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!â
Logan couldnât tell you what happened next; one minute the two of them were watching the flames while his soulmate continued his campaign to destroy his kidneys with alcohol, the next Remus was sitting in his lap leaving hickeys all over his neck while Logan let his hands roam around under Remusâ hoodie. In the back of his mind, Logan could make out the beginning of a song he didnât recognise at first, but as the lyrics kicked in, he let out a breathy chuckle. Of course, trust Remus to pick a thematic piece of music for the nightâs events. As the song got louder - and Remus marked him more needily - Logan found he rather liked the song. Heâd have to ask Remus what it was called later.
âYou can set yourself on fire (hey)
You can set yourself on fire (hey)
You can set yourself on fire (hey)
You can set yourself on fireâ
The next thing either of them knew, there was a vague clattering noise followed by a thunderous metallic bang. Followed by another, then another. One after another for a total of seven times before it finally quieted down. No music, no bang, just the fire crackling away. Thoroughly shaken, Remus and Logan untangled themselves from each other, the former demanding all too loudly, âWhat the creme fresh fuck was that?!â
âI-! I have no idea-â, Logan began. There wasnât anything that wouldâve done that inside the car, heâd checked. However, as he rounded the car, giving the flames a wide berth, Logan noticed someone laying on the ground on the other side of the car; dressed in a dark, patchy hoodie and ripped jeans, a plume of purple dyed frizzy hair poking out from the hood. He looked like your run of the mill emo. For a second, Logan was worried he and Remus would have to dispose of a body, but fortunately the young man groaned and began to sit up. To his side, Logan winced at a metallic glint blinding his vision.
The spray can doing so had clearly rolled out of the bag full of other cans, all in different colours. At least now Logan could put a face to the rather beautiful graffiti that tattooed the underpass as well as what had exploded in the fire as he noted the burst open paint cans under the car.
âAre you alright? What the hell happened?â, Logan questioned firmly, though he knew the disoriented emo on the ground likely couldnât answer right away. He assumed from the way the young man rubbed the back of his head that heâd taken a rather nasty fall. The anxious artist seemed to remember exactly where he was, eyes blown wide in fear,Â
âDude, get outta here quick-â
âThere he is!â
Three officers rushed towards the two of them prompting the emo and Logan to make a break for it, being sure not to run into the inferno. Remus pretty quickly got the idea and joined the two of them. It seemed neither of the three of them knew exactly where they were trying to run to, but a silent, unspoken agreement saw them all heading for the same direction. Looking back on it, Logan wondered if parting ways and heading for his car with Remus couldâve at least seen them with a better chance of getting away.Â
But hindsight is a bitch that wakes up seven hours late and didnât even bother to bring Starbucks.Â
âAnd I said (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius
Then I'm a fucking arsonist (hey)
I'm a rocket scientist (hey hey)
(Hey ay, ay)
If crazy equals genius (hey)â
Before long, all Logan could hear was his sneakers scraping the ground and his own breathing competing against his heartbeat to dominate his ears. The urge to stop and breathe was intense but it felt as though doing just that would send the world crashing down around them.Â
Of course, prolonged exercise and a stomach full of alcohol wasnât the best combination.Â
ââM gonna fuckinâ puke-!â, Remus huffed, trying to cover his mouth with his hand.Â
âJust hold on, Remus, weâre-!â
Logan watched in horror as his soulmate stopped to empty his stomach, unintentionally doing so in a way that blocked off the hoodie clad young man trying his best to keep up.
âAh sHIT-!â
He didnât need to look back; the clattering of the satchel, the mutual yelps of surprise and pain, Logan kept running even as two of the officers apprehended his soulmate and the hooded lad. The guilt would catch up to Logan before the third officer did, or it would have if he didnât mistime his turning around the next corner only to end up nearly getting run over. How poetic; from making out on a car hood to being cuffed against one. Had Remus not been busy insulting the officersâ mothers rather colourfully, Logan theorised he wouldâve no doubt made some innuendo about it.
Exhausted from their chase and thoroughly cuffed, all Logan could do was let himself be loaded into the back of the cop car with Remus and the anxious emo.
âYou can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn (hey ay)
You can set yourself on fire (hey ay)
But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn hey!âÂ
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âMmm⌠Logan, can you-â, Remus burped a little too wetly for it not to make Logan feel as queasy as Remus looked, âCan you stroke my hair? Pleeeeeease?â
Sighing in that playful kind of annoyance only true love can allow, Logan did as asked. The night may wind up with him being harshly reprimanded by his father and possibly losing his come-and-go privileges, but at least for now he had Remus.
â...... Iâm sorry.â, came the rough voice of the emo in the cell next to theirs, âYou both wouldnât be stuck here if it wasnât for me.â
Remus just gave a dismissive grunt in reply while Logan assured their cell companion, âWhile you may have led the police to us, I doubt our proclivity for fiery vandalism wouldâve kept going undetected forever.â, he looked the emo up and down, âMight I ask,...?â
âVirgil.â
âVirgil,â, Logan repeated, âMight I ask how you ended up stumbling across us?â
Virgil shrugged, âIâve been painting the underpass for years. Pretty much everything down thereâs something Iâve done.â.Â
He chewed the inside of his cheek, âI had a shitty night so I came down to paint something when I walked in on you two getting all âfriendlyâ,â, he airquoted, âSo I went to go home but I got stopped by an officer and started panicking. So I justâŚ. ran.â
His posture curled a little while he twirled Loganâs lighter between his fingers in a stimming action, âThen I realised I was way too fucking close to the fire and I blacked out.â, Virgil embarrassedly pulled his hood up, âFire scares the shit outta me, always has. Next thing I knew, I woke up with you staring at me. You both know the rest.â
Logan nodded quietly. It really did fill in a few gaps, âI canât blame you for not wanting to stick around. I do apologise that we inadvertently ruined your night.â
Virgil shrugged, âEh, itâs alright, itâs just gonna suck having to have my dads bail me out again. Not that dad would mind but pops will probably gimme another lecture about âunhealthy coping habitsâ again....â
At that, they sat for the most part in silence. Then that song began to trickle into Loganâs brain again. As nice as it had been in accompaniment to their antics before, Logan found it almost grating now. He sighed and gently nudged Remus,Â
âRe-â
âLogan, babe,â, Remus groaned, beating him to the punch, âCan you fuckinâ give it a rest with the music? Mâfuckinâ head hurts.â
â....But youâre the one whoâs been thinking about that song, right!?â, Loganâs concern was obvious. Remus caught on as well.
âNo!? I thought it was you!?â, he sloppily hauled himself onto Loganâs lap, pressing their foreheads together, âIssokay babe, I wonât let-â, he stifled a burp though it did nothing to save Logan from Remusâ drunken breath, âWonât let fate change our soul bond! Iâll fuckin- Iâll whip out my brain surgery skills right here if I gotta-â
âRemus!â, Logan sternly held him back a little, âCalm down, letâs just try and think rationally, okay!?â
â.... Have you ever MET me, you stupid sexy science bitch?â, Remus cackled at the alliteration.
âPlease be serious for once.â, Logan sighed, fixing his glasses in a self calming gesture, âDo you know the name of the song in your head?â
âYeah, iss fuckinâ um...â, Remus clicked his fingers in thought, trying to place it, âSâfuckin Scream In The Club, or some shit who sings it...â
â..... You mean, Panic At The Disco?â, came Virgilâs voice from the neighbouring cell.
Remus pointed dramatically, âTHATS THE BITCH!â. He put his fist to his chest to stifle another burp, instead taking a second to turn and spit out some of the awful taste on his tongue, âFuckinâ... the lyrics were likeâŚ. âYou can set yourself-ââ
â- On fire?!â, Virgil finished, looking rather interested in the conversation now.
Logan nodded between the two of them, âYes, thatâs the same opening line I remember. Virgil, I take it youâre familiar with the song?â
âWell yeah, and Iâll do you one better. Uh,....â, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, âIâve had that song stuck in my head all night.â
Remus and Logan shared a look of shock. Could Virgil really be their soulmate? It would explain the times when they would hear music that didnât seem to line up with each otherâs tastes. Before Logan could propose a test, Remus was way ahead of him; he rolled his eyes as the music flooded into his skull.Â
Virgil brightened up, âAshnikko, huh? Good choice-â
âHOLY SHIT, LOGAN, WE GOT-! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!!â, Remus screeched, wriggling excitedly in Loganâs lap, almost causing his boyfriend to drop him.
âIndeed.â, Logan sighed fondly as he tried to get Remus to sit back down on the bench instead of his lap, âSo now you better call Roman and see if he can bail us ALL out..â
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... I know I wonât probably be able to catch up but hell with it, I love some of the prompt ideas, Iâll just stop tagging the blog if I run over at this point.
A big thanks to @accidental-sanders for the idea for this one, it was really fun to do.
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(via GIPHY) starting a new series were i take some panic at the disco lyrics or song titles and connect them to a ship or an au something along that nature. If you have any ideas or suggestions feel free to dm me or ask. this one was intrulogical because i love this ship with all of my heart. welp this took longer than i thought sorry for the bad lighting