Logan speaking up about how his and patton's symbols are too similar thomas: "wait you didn't do it on purpose?" Logan:"of course not! I created my outfit WEEKS before patton did."
Logan just explaining the importance of his own symbol, and how it really hurts that Patton basically copied it from him. He knows that he can't make Patton change his symbol now that it's there, but just telling someone really helps.
Especially since it's been weighing and nagging at the back of his head since that very moment in the video.
He's not sure if Thomas understands, but it still felt good getting it all out.
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Remus was bored. He felt like heād been in his room for hours while Janus was helping Thomas from the sidelines. He hated that he wasnāt even allowed to wonder without him anymore in case he messed anything up. Heād sang every limerick he knew and made some of his own. Heād cleaned and dirtied and cleaned again. Heād screamed and kicked and punched the walls and no one had responded. He thought for a few seconds, wondering if he could still sink in and out of his room. He closed his eyes and thought about Thomas-
He opened his eyes and gave a squeal of delight when he saw him. Heād have to be quick about this. He grabbed crawled onto Thomasās bed and grabbed him by both shoulders, shaking him for a few seconds to wake him out, shouting his name until he looked up at him with bleary eyes.Ā
Remus grinned like a horror-movie slasher, āSay Thomas, you know what would be a great idea?~ā
It was supposed to be a prank, it was funny! It wasnāt like Thomasās brother actually got hurt, freaked out by the doll and flickering light, but not actually hurt! Yet here he was, watching through the screens at Thomasās mother scolded him. There was a word, a really mean one he remembered hearing someone saying when they wanted to call someone mean.Ā
A short pop out couldnāt hurt.Ā
He appeared in front of Thomas,Ā āSAY SHEāS BEING AN ASS!ā His mouth was immediately covered by his own hand. He turned around to glare at Janus who shrugged.Ā
āRun, run upstairs to your room NOW.ā Virgil hissed in Thomasās ear.
āHe canāt do that! He needs to be listening to his mother right now and taking in what sheās telling him.ā Of course Patton would rise up at this moment,Ā āWalking away right now would be inappropriate. In fact, we need to listen to him right-ā Patton blinked,Ā āWhat are they doing here? Theyāre all... Vapory so Thomas hasnāt recognized them yet-ā
Virgilās eyes widened,Ā āYOU.āĀ
Remus wanted to shout,Ā āME!ā Back, but the hand over his mouth stopped him.
Janus took a deep breath,Ā āWeāre sorry for bothering you all, it appears like I need to keep closer watch over Remus,āĀ
āYeah, you think!ā Virgil shouted, Patton held onto Virgilās shoulder.
āItās okay kiddo, it was probably an accident.ā
Janus nodded in a agreement,Ā āIāll take care of him-ā
Virgil made a noise half-way between a laugh and a growl,Ā āOh, I think youāveĀ ātook care of himā more than enough Deceit.ā He spat his name like a curse,Ā āI think itās time for me to take care of him for a while.ā
Remus had never been around Virgil by himself, but the concept made his skin crawl. He could feel the feet of ants running up and down his arms and legs-
Janus stood between Remus and Virgil, "No!" He cleared his throat and straightened himself, "I told you, I have this handled. He will not influence Thomas again."Ā
Virgil growled, "That's what you said last time! And now look where we are."Ā
Patton shuffled, "Not to take sides here, but I think Virgil has a bit of a point... Maybe he could just watch over him for like, a week or so, a trial run to see if he can take care of him. And if anything goes wrong, he can go back to you." He clapped his hands, "Sounds good?"
Janus sighed, he knew he wasn't going to win this. Remus shook his head, no this wasn't happening, they weren't just going to take him away-
But seconds later and Remus found himself in Virgil's room. Virgil walked around him, stalking him like a predator on the prowl.
"You have been nothing but a thorn in our side since your creation." Remus felt something nick at his finger, he looked at his hand, confused when he saw his own blood. He didn't think anything touched him.Ā
"You hurt Thomas," a harsher slash against his hand, "You make MY job harder because I have to make sure he doesn't do anything that will get him in trouble. And unlike Janus, I'm not going to go easy on you."
"You're terrible!"
Slash
"All you ever do is hurt people and get the whole in trouble."
Slash
"Do you want to know the real reason Roman split from you?" Virgil gave a dark chuckle and leaned over Remus as he whimpered, "it's because he realized how worthless you are. You're a plague on Thomas's mind." Remus clenched his chest, a harsh jagged cut formed across his chest blood poored out like honey from a bottle.Ā
"Luckily," Virgil said with a smirk, "Patton decided to let me have you. Hopefully that will help me mitigate the damage that you do." He snickered as Remus let out a pathetic whine.Ā
"You're an ass." Remus growled, trying to struggle his way to his feet. His legs wobbled but he wasn't sure whether it was due to pain or fear. "And the others won't... Janus won't let you-"Ā
Virgil shook his head, "He already has Remus. He and Patton agreed to let me have you, do you think they're so stupid that they don't know what that means? They don't care about you."
Remus growled, "Forget it than I'll stop you! I won't let you hurt me!"
Virgil snorted and pushed Remus onto his bed, "Good luck with that. The locks of my doors are on the outside.And sinking in and out of my room requires not feeling fear."
He walked to the door, "And the latter will be far harder than you think." He closed the door and Remus heard the small click of a lock turning.
Tacking onto that other anons post about Remus making off versions of the sides for his kingdom, what if, one day the other side's somehow get to his kingdom, and all they see are themselves, but...Different. And they can't figure it out, but they know something's off. Then they see Remus interacting with them, and they realize just how lonely he has been this whole time. Bonus points for if Patton has known this entire time or he figures it out first, and tries to get everybody to leave.
ohh thats a cool thought
do you think the other sides would try to help remus not be so lonely or would they be so creeped out by the fake versions that theyd leave him to his devices?
So I love Ashnikko and Rem canonically listens to her. So here we have,,,, this.
It's not Intended to be Unsympathetic sides but! I think they should all be a little nicer to him so I'll tag as questionable! Lemme know if u need that changed :3.
Do I like this?? No. Was it fun to draw??? Yes, and that's all y need, rly.
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Something that always struck me as off since Patton started being rude to Dee was that??? Heās so mean to him but he was so nice to Virgil??? So my theory: Patton is ONLY nice to Virgil (at least at the beginning) because Anxiety pushes Thomas to put other people before himself, much like Patton does. We see that Virgil is clearly against Deceit, who strives for Thomas to do things for himself instead of others, which Patton likes. So, he never had a problem with him.
*thinking emoji* thereās a thought,Ā
now that I think about it, it makes sense. Patton was trying to understand Virgil better than the others because he realized that Virgil would be more easily swayed by being morally correct. by being aĀ ābad personā that only heightens Virgilās personal anxiety which sorta forces him to side with Pat
Remus and Logan's fusion being a void creature, something that knows far too much for anyone to ever believe them or ever listen to them. They present their name as merely 'Creation', as with Logan's brains and Remus' creativity they make something from nothing.
They don't do it often though, given that the others (namely Virgil and Patton) try to keep them from fusing too often. Mostly because the things that they do know and speak of makes them uncomfortable, and so the less they're fused the better.
When they're fused though Creation likes to sit in Remus' corner of the imagination and create tiny little golems that will help Logan when they're unfused. They give each of the little golems a name, and both Remus remember each and everyone of them.
Creation is often times seen weeping black tears of nothingness, speaking of his emotions more freely than both Remus and Logan ever would.
Creation is fused through a gentle touch, the opposite of how anyone would ever assume that Remus would fuse with anyone. The kind of gentle touch of wiping away tears, or tucking a lock of hair behind another's ear. The kind of gentleness that a body craves when it has been denied that for so long.
It is why the others can find Creation just hugging themselves sometimes, not saying a single word.
Summary:Ā Logan makes muffins in the middle of the night out of worry for the dark sides, it doesn't exactly end up how he thinks it will end up.
Warning: Self Deprecating Thoughts (Logan), Questionable Patton Mention, Questionable Virgil Mention, Panic Attack (Logan), and NSFS (not safe for sanders- heavy kissing and hickeys).Ā
Word Count: 4800
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It was late.
There was no doubt about that, the clock on his nightstand had already told Logan that it was well past midnight when he had ventured down into the kitchen, and he was certain that he had been down here for hours. Ordinarily, he would have frowned heavily upon doing anything like this for any such reason, as Thomas definitely wouldnāt benefit from his physical representation of Logic being up as late as he was. Butā¦ he couldnāt help it, he had tried to sleep and he had tried to shove the worries he was wrestling with to the back of his mind like the others did, andā¦ he couldnāt. For hours before he had gotten up he had restlessly tossed and turned, his mind coming up with scenario after scenario making his worry and concern twist around his chest like an anaconda that was getting closer and closer to squeezing him to death. He had certainly tried, with just about every item he had at his disposal. From his humidifier to the noisemaker on his desk.
Nothing worked, as that sickening feeling of worry played with his insides.Ā
And now, not only was there flour all the way up to his elbows, but he had batter under his fingernails, and the smell of muffins baking in the kitchen yet again after his first few attempts had completely and utterly failed him.Ā
He knew that he most certainly wasnāt like Roman, who would whip up meals out of nothing with little to no effort. And he clearly wasnāt like Patton who could stick to a select few things and make them well. He wasā¦ well, he was just him. He was Logic and that didnāt lend itself to anything very well, he was lucky if the coffee machine even liked him more than it did Virgil. So bakingā¦ baking for the longest time had been out of the question, as he had been content to just leave that area of expertise to Roman and Patton. It was a miracle that he had even managed to have one batch turn out alright, what with as many charred and burnt failures as he had before.Ā
Ā Because whether they believed it or notā¦
He knew where and when he was a failure.
And much like emotions, he was an utter failure at anything that came to the kitchen and he had been content with that.
At least until he had started noticing it, and it was when he had started noticing that the others didnāt notice that had really knocked him off of his balance. It was like not noticing that something was on fire, or like there was a monster that the others couldnāt.. or didnāt care about seeing. It had seemed preposterous for them not to notice such an obvious thing, so much so that it had figuratively thrown him for a loop. It baffled him unlike any emotion had ever done before, and it made something fiery hot seeth and burn in his chest like the first little embers before a raging fire. It made his hands clench and his shoulders shake, to the point that every puff of air felt like smoke being heaved out of a dragonās nostrils before it set fire to a village.Ā
He wasā¦ he wasā¦ angry.
No... furious was a far better term than just blanket anger. Or even perhaps rage, when the surging need to punch his wall or even to throw his usual stress ball so hard that chunks of it flew off once it hit the wall. All just to relieve the built-up pressure seized him in its vice-like grip, and refused to let go until he actually did something to feel better about the whole situation.
The idea had seemed ludicrous, at first.Ā Ā
Every day, every day they all ate together. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With all of them seated there, even Deceit and Remus showed up to eat. They didnāt necessarily eat as a family, given how Virgil always gave the two dark sides a stink eye or with how Pattonās smile seemed entirely fake when Remus messily scarfed down his food and Deceit declined to eat certain things. It was more like a distant family meal, where they were all forced to eat with one another, even if they didnāt like each other. It was like a holiday meal, where they acknowledged each other long enough to eat, but after that, they went back to pretending each other didnāt exist long enough to lick their wounds back in their respective rooms.Ā
Even he could tell how humiliating it was for them all things considered.
It had never sat right with Logan, forcing Deceit and Remus to eat with them if the two dark sides couldnāt even be given the most basic amount of respect when Thomas was present. No matter how many times they would eat togetherā¦ anytime that Remus or Deceit showed up, they were treated as the scum of the earth no matter how they acted off camera. It was insulting. But regardless of how he had feltā¦ Deceit and Remus had always shown up, they had always sat there and eaten. Taking Pattonās fake smiles, taking Virgilās shrewd glares all while knowing that they werenāt really wanted there in the first place. They ate the food that Patton and Roman put out on the table and didnāt say so much as a word against it, despite Deceit clearly being averse to certain foods and Remus neglecting them entirely. And thenā¦Ā
Three days ago they stopped coming entirely, and Logan hadnāt been able to sleep since then.
Logan had been able to wave away the worry he had felt on the first day, chalking it up to the fact that the other two might just be sick or having a mental health day for themselves. It was only when the second and third day rolled around, with Deceit and Remus missing every single meal since then that Logan felt it.
That sickening sinking in his stomach that had kept him up all night, that had made him toss and turn, and that had forced him up well past midnight scrambling around in the kitchen for some kind of way to help. There was no guarantee that Deceit and Remus would even be awake at this time of night, but that was perhaps for the best.Ā
āIf they donāt want to see Virgil or Pattonā¦ then why on earth would they want to see you?ā Logan sarcastically muttered to himself as he gingerly moved the hot muffins to the plate, they actually smelled kind of great, although that was heavily overshadowed by the other burnt muffins that had been his failure batch in the garbage. He had failed so many times to get this batch of muffins to be perfect, to the point where he wanted to go back and curl up in bed and bemoan how he was a failure. āNot yet,ā He insistently coached himself, āRun these down to them, and then I can hide under the covers until morning.āĀ
All things consideredā¦ it was a shitty pep talk if heād ever heard one.Ā
But then again he had never been the best at being encouraging in any kind of way. That was why, after all, that Thomas liked Patton and Roman better than he could ever like him, they were better at giving those sweet encouraging words that Logan had always somehow managed to make monotone and boring for their host.Ā
Nevertheless, there he was, standing before the door that led down into the dark sideās mindspace, that squirming uncomfortable sensation was back although this time it came with an added warmth that swamped his face and made the tips of his ears tingle. It made a restless jittery feeling run up and down his spine and settle deep into his bones the tighter that he clutched the plate of muffins. If he saw themā¦ then it would be the first time he had seen them in days, whichā¦ wasnāt necessarily a lot of days all things considered. But three days was seventy-two hours, and it was also four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes, which was most definitely a lot. Then again, if they saw himā¦
They might tell the others, they might get angry, theyā¦ might tell the others and then everyone would get angry at him for sticking his nose where it didnāt belong.Ā
The logical side barely had time to even consider that option before he got to the last step, and before him was the dark mindspace. It wasā¦ for lack of a better wordā¦ really really dark, and on top of that very cold andā¦ not as messy as he would have thought it would be. Piles of clothes had been strewn all over the couch, whether they were clean or dirty Logan had no way of knowing. But other than that, the place just seemedā¦
Ā Lived in.
With little trinkets lining the shelves, artwork on the fridge, and picture frames on the wallā¦ it didnāt look like the deep dark dungeon of madness and despair that Virgil had always said that it was and that they had always assumed it to be. By all accounts, it looked.. just normal. No evilness lurking in the shadows and no monsters waiting to bit off their ankles if anyone came too close.Ā
āI knew it!ā Logan whisper-shouted to himself, just barely holding back the urge to fist bump the air in his near-silent victory. āI knew that they werenāt evil down here!āĀ
Regardless of his victory though, he had come here to do a single simple task to himself a peace of mind so that he could sleep, and thatās what he was going to do before he woke up everyone in the mindspace. Perhaps after this, he could finally de-stress and actually get some sleep.
Setting the plate on the counter, Logan hastily booked it back towards the door seeing that none of them were around to question or interrogate him about his lapse in emotions. The less they knew about who sent the muffins, and the fewer questions they asked about itā¦ honestly, the better in Loganās opinion. He wasnāt Virgil, someone that they clearly missed and wanted to have back with them. He wasnāt Patton, someone whoās entire thing was being nice and happy to others. He wasnāt Roman, someone who could charmingly enough befriend them if he tried hard enough. He was just Logan.
Boring and ordinary Logan that nobody listened to.
And it was time to go.Ā
Or at least it would have been, had the abnormally warm pair of arms not slithered around his waste the moment that he moved in front of the messy couch, catching him in such a tight grasp that it was impossible for him to even budge from it.Ā
Looking down, Remusā abnormally bright eyes gleamed out of the pile of clothes as he looked back up at him. āGot you,ā Remus whispered in the darkness of the mindspace, a smile curling on his lips as he tugged back with one smooth and very strong movement he had Logan seated half on his lap and half splayed onto the couch where previously he had thought nobody had been. āDee Dee! I got one of em! Come quick, itās the dork!ā And just like that, Loganās heart sank into the very depths of his stomach as his lungs hitched holding his very breath captive.Ā
There was no way that he was getting out of here without alerting practically everyone.
The dark sides would know, Patton and the others would know, they would all know that he came down here and theyād scorn him because of it. Heād see Pattonās painfully fake smile aimed towards him this time, heād see Virgilās hateful scorn scorching his insides as he glared at him with all of the hate and malice that he gave the others, even Romanā¦ he wouldnāt be able to look at him again. All of the work he had put in towards this, to being silent and making sure that he didnāt wake anyone upā¦ would be entirely worthless.Ā
It would all be over.
He would.. he wouldnāt.. he couldnātā¦Ā Ā Ā
Icy cold hands cupped Loganās face, he hadnāt even noticed it when Remusā grip around him had gone slack nor when the other side had appeared before him. āHey,ā The buttery smooth voice came to him in waves as reality slowly shifted back on its axis, concern and worry dripping off of every word as those cold hands remained, a steady anchor pulling him back. āBreathe for me, can you do that? I need you to breathe, okay?ā Another pair of hands smoothed his messy bed hair back out of his face, allowing him to see those two mismatched eyes staring back at him.Ā
Logan hadnāt even realized how long he had been holding his breath untilĀ Deceit had made him aware of the painful burning in his lungs. And in one quick movement, he hastily inhaled almost lifelessly slumping back against Remus as the other two exchanged worried glances back and forth that looked like an entire conversation that Logan wasnāt privy to.Ā
āGood,ā Nevertheless Deceit patted his cheeks relief washing over his face, āYouāre safe.. youāre okay here.ā Worry wasnāt exactly a foreign concept to Deceit, but looking down at the logical side that had been frozen in abject terror the moment that Remus had called out for him. Wellā¦ worry wasnāt exactly the word that heād use to describe the kind of feeling that shot through his chest upon seeing that expression, aimed towards him no less.Ā
Even Remus had completely stopped when it had become obvious that their dear logical side was no longer actually breathing, and stuck in a panicked spiral in his own head. Where Remus had been squeezing the other side with his constricting arms, Remus now merely held him, barely even touching him now that Logan was once again breathing as he should have been in the first place. Despite the fact that he so desperately wanted to touch him, just to make sure that he was alright and wasnāt dying right then and there. But he couldnāt, despite how much his body screamed at him to comfort the logical side in some wayā¦ he just couldnāt.
Another pair of Deceitās hands smoothed over Loganās hair again, āNow,ā The dishonest side began, once Loganās eyes no longer had that glazed look of terror about them. āWould you like to explain just what youāre doing here Logic? This isnāt exactly prime time for you light sidesā¦ not that any of you would ever willingly come down here, to begin with.ā Especially not since they had Virgil now, they never needed to come down here again.Ā
āIā¦ā Logan swallowed thickly as it all came back to him in emotionally embarrassing waves of what he had come here to do and just why. āI was worriedā¦ā He began clamming up a little as soon as Deceit raised an eyebrow at him, clearly skeptical. āYou two havenāt come up to eat for two days, and I didnāt know if you were eating at all so I.. justā¦ā Logan swallowed again, just to look up yet again and see the expression written all over the other sideās face. āWhat?ā He quickly asked, utterly ashamed at how the warmth spread over his face with nothing to stop it.Ā
A soft scoff let Deceitās lips as he rolled his eyes, āWeāre fine down here, we didnāt need to come up-āĀ
Before the other side could so much as finish thoughā¦
āWhat he means is that,ā Remus casually butted in āIs that itās fucking shitty that we have to keep up the appearances of a happy family even though most of you hate our guts. We are hungry, but we also have our pride and our mental health to think about. We hate trying to appease ol Daddy just for it to never ever work at every turn.ā Remusā warm breath washed over Loganās neck as he leaned in, resting his chin on Loganās shoulder. āNo matter how we play along, will always be denied the spotlight even when Thomas needs us to shine. So why tryā¦ right?āĀ
Deceit bobbed his head in a nod, the pent up expression on his face only slightly loosening as his eyes remained trained on Loganās face.Ā
Ah.
āI see,ā Logan softly began, his calm voice in no way giving away the furious fire burning right underneath of his skin, he wanted to do something.. to scream, to yell at the others, at himself for letting this go on for as long as it did. He wanted to hit himself for being so foolish to think that these two would ever be okay for settling for what the others were making them settle for. It was stupidā¦ it was foolish to ever even believe that things could continue at the rate they were continuing, they needed more than just some meals together... of course, they would need more.Ā Ā
A myriad of emotions passed through Deceitās eyes, āGood,ā He choked out, his hands clenching and unclenching. āNow that you understandā¦. you are free to leave. We arenāt going to tell the others that you were down here, so just hurry back before they all wake up and-ā
āIām sorry.āĀ
Deceitās words hit a screeching stop. āExcuse me?āĀ
Taking in a deep breath Logan slumped back against the couch and Remus, āIā¦ I knew,ā He finally admitted, āI knew that something was up, and the way that you two were being treated was not satisfactory. And ultimately I finally did something too little too late. I should have said.. or done something before it ever got this bad. But what do I do?ā Logan sarcastically snorted mirroring the scoff that Deceit had made moments ago. āI make fucking blueberry muffins instead of doing something actually good, why? Because blueberries are the one fruit you like and texture that doesnāt bother you, and both of you like muffins. I could have done something actually useful, but instead I-ā
Logan would have gone on and on, had Remusā hand not covered his mouth silencing him rather effectively.Ā
Ā āHow on earth did you know?ā Remus incredulous voice snapped Logan out of his own self-loathing ramblings, āI mean nobodyā¦ not even Virgil knew about the blueberry thing, let alone muffins. So how do you know?!āĀ
Glancing back and forth from Deceit to Remus, Logan saw the same thing. Their wide eyes that perfectly told him that nobody had been able to pick up on their eating habits well enough to make them something that theyād actually enjoy. That theyād always picked through their meals with the light sides, while being barely satisfied as it was at the end of the day with what they had eaten. It was a harsh truth that slapped Logan across the face to just why they had stopped coming. Nobody had cared enough to learn about them, they had all made changed when Virgil had picked at his food, and yetā¦ they hadnāt even offered the same courtesy to Remus or Deceit.Ā
āIt was fairly obvious to me,ā Loganās voice was muffled by Remusā hand, and yet he continued to speak anyways. āThere was the night that Roman made a fruit salad, you two only picked out the pineapple chunks, oranges, and blueberries from it. And one time for breakfast you ate only the muffins, when you were given over-easy eggs and crispy bacon. So it was kind of easy. Since.. since I was actuallyā¦ you know... Looking.ā Logan mumbled through the otherās hand, just for his words to ramble off into a dead silence as soon as he noticed the look that was written all over Deceitās face.Ā
A part of him was sureā¦ absolutely sure that he had fucked up in some kind of way.Ā
And then cold hands descended onto his face, cupping his cheeks just as they had been before. All while Remusā arms wrapped just as tightly around his waist as they had been before, with the dark side frantically nuzzling the back of his neck as if it was the last thing that either of them would ever do. Logan would have been lying had he said that his entire body didnāt shiver at the touch of those cold hands, and the desperate hug that Remus had seemingly pulled him back into.Ā Ā
Without even thinking about it, Logan raised his hands laying them gingerly over Deceitās making them stay right there on his face, as he leaned back against Remus.Ā
āYouā¦ Youāre not an idiot,ā Deceit mumbled his body pitching forward as he slid his other pairs of arms around Logan, cocooning him between the two dark sides with a contrasting sensation of the warmth from Remus on his back and Deceitās blessed coldness against his front. āI donāt know why you careā¦ for either of us as it is. I donāt know what possessed you to come and find us. To cook anything for us. Butā¦ā Logan felt a stirring of warmth against his trembling heart as Deceitās nuzzled the top of his head. āThank you.ā
The amount of desperation that he was then seized with was almost embarrassing for Logan, as he clutched onto Deceitās caplet, it was like his very skin was burning without any of the pain that came with it. He had never been held, or rather caressed in such a way that made him want to surround himself like this again and again. This was an entirely new sensation for him, and he never wanted it to stop. The very idea of it stopping was on parr of torture for him, and even that was unthinkable for him.
āDonāt thank me,ā Logan mumbled into the crease of Deceitās shirt, his voice bordering on an embarrassing whine as Remusā warm hands curled around him even more, making his back instinctively arch into that warm calloused touch that trailed up his spine. āDonāt ever thank me for giving you the most basic kindness that you already deserve. Because Iāll give it to you every time, you donāt ever need to thank meā¦ I promise.ā Words had never been his strong suit when it had come to him telling the others how he felt, and yet right here and nowā¦Ā
They flowed as freely as water gushing in a river.
It was almost scary how well he could tell these two just how he felt about the circumstances they had all found themselves in. It came so easily, that for a second for a split secondā¦ he was sure that there was something wrong with him. These words that were on the tip of his tongue, werenāt supposed to be this easy for him to say. He was supposed to trip and stumble over these words, to be too cold to ever let them out without being forced first.Ā
And yetā¦ as Remusā mustache tickled the back of his neck, his body felt all too willing to give out the words that had been buried inside of him for far too long.Ā
He didnāt like how the others treated Deceit and Remus.
They deserved to be treated with respect.
They deserved to have a seat at the table just like Virgil did.Ā
Just because they existed did not make them inherently bad or even make Thomas evil.Ā
They couldnāt control what their core aspect was as a side, just as Virgil couldnāt. So to treat them as evil was hypothetical at best, and just abuse at worst.Ā
Heā¦ actually liked them, as in like-liked them.Ā
And worst, or perhaps best of allā¦ he didnāt want to leave their pile of limbs that felt all too perfect around him.Ā
āThen donāt go,ā Remusā warm breath washed over Loganās collarbone as he rubbed his cheek against the otherās neck, āI know what youāre trying to keep hidden, those deep dark thoughts that you donāt want the others to know about, because youāre scared of them leaving. Just like Tommy boy, you..ā Remus squirmed a little as he readjusted his grip on Logan, until the logical sideās back was flush against his chest. āYou donāt have to leave, you can stay. Move your room here, stay with us, have meals with us. You.. you would be happy.ā The creative side practically mouthed the last word against Loganās skin, forcing another shiver to curl up from the very bottom of Loganās toes to the very tip of his hair.Ā
āRemus,ā Deceit softly warned, there was a clear underlining of despairing want deep in his eyes. He so desperately wanted the very same thing. For the one person who clearly cared about the two of them to stay, to not have to go back, and for Logan to just let them love him.
Ā But he knewā¦Ā
The other would come for Logan, they would be angry and force him to come back. He couldnāt stay, he couldnāt stay with them, and they couldnāt love him.Ā Ā
Deceit wasnāt even aware that he had been tearing up until he felt Loganās smooth fingers wiping away the tears before they could even make their way down his face.Ā
āDeceit,ā Loganās said his title like it was a prayer, āDo you want me here?ā He asked, his eyes staring right back up into those mismatched eyes with the fierceness of a wild animal protecting its territory. āBecause I want to be here, I want to be here for you two, and I want toā¦ be happy, for once.ā Loganās thumb brushed over his scaled cheek, making Deceit instinctively dip his head into the warmth of the other side. āTruthfully I do not care how the others will react to me leaving, they canāt always get what they want. Andā¦ā Logan clasped his hand around the back of Deceitās neck, pressing both of their foreheads together. āIf they try to take me backā¦ I. Will. Fight.āĀ
There was no warning, none at all for what Deceit did next.Ā
As he threaded his fingers through Loganās hair, gripping him so tight and with such earnestness that one might have thought that the dishonest side was scared of him vanishing before he slammed their mouths together. They were all pressed together, limbs tangling with one another, the sound that Logan made into the kiss was much more of a flustered sound than an embarrassing one. But even so, the logical side could still feel Deceit smiling into the kiss. At least until he felt Remusā teeth burying into his shoulder, ripping his attention from the dishonest and firmly in place of Remus.Ā
āMy turn,ā Remus petulantly whined, as soon as Logan came up for air. And before he could even get so much as a lungful in, Remusā lips descended down onto Loganās nipping and biting the entire time making Logan give up those little noises he tried so desperately to hide from them.Ā
Logan gasped as he felt Deceitās fangs brush over his pulse, āThe..the muffins,ā He stammered out a weak excuse if heād ever heard one, as he felt the lips from each side sucking a dark mark after mark on his neck. There would be no way on earth that heād ever be able to hide these from the others, not that he was exactly complaining about that. āT..theyāll getā¦ col-ā Just to squirm as a truly humiliating sound left his lips as Remus dragged his tongue from the fresh sensitive mark up the slope of Loganās neck, aiming for his mouth once again. Shame scrawled itself all over Loganās cheeks, as he slammed his mouth shut, desperate to keep any noises as quiet as possible.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
āNo no no,ā Deceit muttered, a sly smirk curling on his lips as he whispered his words onto a particular spot right behind Loganās ear that made the logical side squirm. āYouāre too beautiful to be silent dearest one, be as loud as you want. Iāll not be silencing you today, or everā¦ not unless you ask me to.āĀ
A shiver rolled up Loganās body, that left him gasping and wanting.Ā
āYouāre so good,ā Remus purred as his hands smoothly found their way under Loganās shirt, āMy beautiful daring Dame, so perfect and caring. Amazing. Fantastic. Phenomenal. Just so... Extraordinary my lovely lovely Dame.āĀ
And with those words, Logan tilted his head back letting go of all of his stress and worries, and let his two lovers take care of him.Ā
