#lomile

Dukexiety

Moceit

Roman x Orange (trust me gays)

Logan x Emile

Remdy

Ah yes we have

Spooky Gays

Husbands

Ro getting Vitamin C

Lomile

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"Fascinating," Logan said in a voice full of wonder. "Absolutely fascinating."

Emile smiled, feeling his face warm slightly at the attention, which he hoped that Logan did not notice. He did not seem to, far too focused on Emile's tail, fins and gills.

"So, you can breathe both air and under water?" Logan asked, his eyes bright with curious excitement.

Emile nodded. "Yes! But I'm afraid I don't know much about the specifics, I'm no scientist like you."

"That's quite all right," Logan responded, giving Emile a slight - and incredibly adorable, in Emile's opinion - smile. "You have given me enough answers already."

"I have many friends who know more about our biology than I do," Emile said. "Maybe next time you visit, I could bring one of them along with me." He paused, realising what he had just said, and he felt his face blush just a little bit more. "If you want to visit me again, that is."

Logan reached up, brushing some loose strands of hair out of his face. He then pushed his glasses further up his nose.

(He was already very cute - Emile could look into his eyes for an eternity - and his excitement for all of this made him even more adorable.)

"I would like to come visit you again," Logan said. "I have many questions. I had no idea your species even existed. This is all quite fascinating."

Emile smiled, and - without even thinking about it - he moved his tail excitedly in the shallow water. Droplets landed on the sand of the beach, and Logan was splashed as well.

"Oh, oops!" Emile said sheepishly, leaning back a little. "Sorry!"

Logan removed his glasses, drying the lenses with a dry part of his sleeve. He then placed them back on his face.

"It's quite all right," he said. "It is only water."

"Still, sorry," Emile said, his expression still sheepish. "I splash a lot when I get excited."

"It's all right," Logan repeated. "I do not mind." He then took a glance at his watch, before he pulled a face. "Ah, it is getting late, I should be getting home."

Emile pouted, deflating slightly. "Oh, okay."

"But... I could return tomorrow evening?" Logan offered.

Emile straightened up, his tail moving excitedly again.

"Please do! I'd love to spend more time with you. We could meet here this time tomorrow?" He offered.

He reached over, covering one of Logan's hands - which lay on the sand - with his own.

Logan's face reddened slightly.

Lomile - Sick

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"Honey!" Emile called out as he stepped into their house, shutting and locking the door behind him. "I'm home!"

"Good evening, darling," Logan called back. "I am in the kitchen."

Then, he started coughing, and Emile paused in place.

The kitchen... Logan wasn't supposed to be in the kitchen. He was sick, so he was therefore supposed to be resting. And, in fact, he had told Emile that morning that he would be resting today.

Of course, there could have been a perfectly innocent reason for him to be in the kitchen, so Emile decided not to judge too quickly.

He kicked off his shoes and hung the keys on the hook by the door. Then, he hurried over to the kitchen.

As he pushed the door open, he was immediately greeted by the sight of Logan halfway through washing the dishes.

Emile sighed. "Sweetheart, you're supposed to be resting."

Logan's expression turned sheepish.

"The dishes needed cleaning," he explained.

"But you're sick! You should be resting."

"I am quite fine. In fact, I am already feeling better-" he cut himself off by coughing into his hand.

"Well, excuse me if I don't believe you," Emile said. "You're gonna have to try a bit harder if you want to convince me that you're all better." He gently rested his hand on the small of Logan's back. "How's your head?"

"Fine," Logan immediately responded once he was done coughing.

Emile gave him a look that showed that he absolutely did not believe him.

Logan sighed. "Alright, fine, it hurts a bit, but I did already take painkillers."

"Come on," Emile said. "Let's lie down."

He placed his hand on Logan's arm and gently tugged him in the direction of the living room. Reluctantly, Logan placed the dish he had been washing back into the sink, and he followed his fiancé out of the room.

Emile took him into the living room, and carefully helped him sit down on the sofa.

"Now, I'll go finish the dishes while you rest."

"No!" Logan complained before he could stop himself. His face that reddened and he closed his mouth again.

Emile's expression softened. "You want me to stay?"

Logan nodded. "If that is alright."

This is one of many, many ficlets I am posting on Christmas day. Hope you enjoy!

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Logan sighed, lowering his book. He took the bookmark, slipped it between the pages he was one and closed it carefully. He placed it on the coffee table, and then pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger.

"Emile," he said carefully, just loud enough for his boyfriend to hear from the other room.

"Yup?" Emile responded, popping his head around the door. "What do you need, honey?"

"It is November."

Emile let out a confused little laugh.

"Yeah? I think so. What's up?"

"It is November," Logan repeated. "And you are playing Christmas music."

"Oh!"

Emile laughed again, this time louder and giving Logan the same bubbly feeling - that he would never admit to aloud - which he had been getting every time without fail since they had first met, years ago. He smile at Logan, that same smile that made Logan temporarily forget about every other thing in the world.

"Well, we finished listening to Halloween music when October ended, right?" Emile continued to speak. "So, ergo, now is Christmas time!"

"You will not win my approval simply by using the word 'ergo'," Logan said flatly.

Emile giggled. "It was worth a try."

"It was," Logan conceded. "But it will not work on me."

He finally stepped properly into the room, abandoning the kitchen to plop down onto the couch beside Logan.

"Do you want me to turn it off?" Emile asked, suddenly switching from amused to more concerned. "I can if it's bothering you, honey."

He sounded so genuine and so sweet that Logan immediately wanted to give him every good thing in the world.

And, well, he wasn't really complaining about the Christmas music, when he got to listen to Emile sing along so cheerfully. His boyfriend was a little out of tune, but he was happy and sweet and laughed whenever he messed up, and that was not something Logan really wanted to give up.

Logan exaggerated a sigh - something he would never admit to aloud - which Emile immediately caught on to.

He adjusted his glasses.

"Well, I suppose it would do no harm for you to continue to play it. Just, perhaps, could you turn it down slightly? I am trying to read."

Emile leant forward, pressing a quick kiss to Logan's cheek.

Emile *crying pitched voice*: Because I want to go to Texas Roadhouse..!

Logan: *confused laugh*

Emile: *congested sniffle*

Logan: I love you-

Emile *still crying and pitched voice*: I only have 10 dollars!