#intrusiveduke

Logan:

Logan: why is our marriage certificate on fire?

Summary: Remus is there to help his boyfriend during these trying times

Pairings: Romantic Intrulogical

Tw: gender dysphoria, unintentional homophobia, swearing

Notes: Trans Logan and a very, very sweet Remus own my life. Plus me self projecting once more.

Remus wheelied around the grocery store in his shopping cart, not minding the confused looks he received. He was just glad he could finally get some shopping without anyone nagging at him.

With his cart full, he boosted the shopping cart, hitting the cash register rather abruptly. The cashier sighed, not new to Remus’ antics.

“That’ll be a hundred-seventy, Rem.” Virgil sighed. Remus grinned and slid his credit card on the counter.

The lady behind Remus, who looked about nearing her fifties, said to him, “Your girlfriend is absolutely lucky, young man.”

Virgil buried his face on the counter as he saw the shit eating grin Remus gave the lady before he wheelied away without a response.

Seriously! What more does he have to do?! Were the crop top and fishnet stockings not enough?! Did he have to wear an ID on him?

He screamed as he put the goods in the trunk of the car. “BITCH I AM A FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL, OKAY?!”

The other people in the parking lot stared while a few cheered. “Yas! Same!”

His shit eating grin faded into a more cheerful one at that response.

While driving, it took him every piece of his actual gut not to hit each driver that went below the speed limit.

“Move it, bitches! Some people have somewhere to be!” He slammed his fist against the car’s horn.

As he pulled up to his apartment, he felt rather agitated, clutching the bags filled to the brim with sweets and treats, stumbling his way to the door.

He ran into the kitchen and placed the items clumsily on the table and ran to his bedroom, where the love of his life laid on the bed clutching his stomach.

“Hey Lo, I’m home!” Remus said, laying on the bed beside his lover. “You okay, honeybear?” Remus hated a lot of things, but not as much as seeing Logan being tortured by his own body.

Logan smiled as he felt his boyfriend snuggle up and bury his face on Logan’s neck. “Better, now that you’re here.”

“Still hurts, Lo-down?” Remus asked, peppering the boy in his arms.

“Slightly, but your presence seemed to have lessen the inflammation. It’s nothing to worry about.” Logan whispered.

“Of course, I’ll worry! Let me worry!” Remus whined. “Oh by the way, I got six jars of Loganberry Crofters.”

Logan was slightly startled. “Dear, I think that’s a bit above and beyond.”

Remus chuckled. “It better be! I had to stand three minutes talking to a harlot who called me straight!”

“You didn’t have to…” Logan turned to press against Remus’ chest.

“Ha! If you think Crofters were all I got you, you’d be wrong!” Remus grinned, snuggling Logan tighter.

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to…” Logan began before he was cut off.

“Nah ah, Lo. We’re in this together! I bring whatever you need while you bleed!” Remus kissed Logan’s nose.

Logan chuckled heartily. He knew he could stand this with Remus. He knows this.

“By the way, dysphoria hitting you bad?” Remus asked concerned.

“It doesn’t matter…” Logan sighed.

“Bullshit…” Remus whispered. “I’m here for you. You know that, right?” He gave a small peck on his boyfriend’s lip.

“I love you, Lolo…” Remus sighed. He stroked Logan’s hair in the most gentle way possible. He wasn’t sure he was capable of such domesticity, and he blamed Logan for it.

“I love you, too Ree. Thank you.” Logan held a tear back as he felt safe in his lover’s arm.

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