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I will be traveling to Finland soon for the Tuska metal festival, and spend the next week hanging out and go sightseeing with my friends. I really tried my best to finish the Baelor x reader x Maekar Vampire AU before leaving. I have edited a huge portion of it, but I am also unhappy with the ending I drafted, so I am going to sit with it for a bit longer. I do not want to publish it just for the sake of publishing it before I travel, and I hope you all will understand 💜

The good news is that I managed to transfer and edit most of what I have written for some of the requests into my docs this weekend, and I have scheduled them to be posted over this week and the next while I am away 😊 will probably need to forego the tag lists because I could not figure out how to schedule a reblog of a scheduled post (is that even a thing here?). I apologise for that, but I did not want to tag some and leave others out!

To make things easier, I have added a posting schedule to my main/pinned post so you can see what will be published and when!

I will still be checking Tumblr on and off while traveling, so feel free to send me messages, asks, or just say hi!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/75892231

Summary:

Logan's life in high school was a living hell, until Remus came along. TW/CW: implied suicide, f-slur (once), a little swearing, Remus being Remus, mentions of cutting up organs (a pig's heart to be specific), mentions of bullying Word Count: 4.121

School was hell. Especially when you're a seemingly effortless nerd who also looked and acted the part. Lanky, thick glasses, introverted, tendency to correct everyone including the teachers. Even a blue striped necktie adorned his neck and chest. Who wore a necktie to high school? Unless it was homecoming or prom, of course. Speaking of. Aside from the constant stereotypical bullying, Logan had been the punchline to a lot of cruel "jokes" plenty of times. The worst offender was the afore mentioned homecoming celebration. The school's most popular guy, because of course Logan was gay as well, asked him out. Logan knew this was not real. The sob story of the popular guy saying "You were my gay awakening!", despite never having at the very least talked to each other, was highly unbelievable. And yet, Logan went against his better judgment and still got dolled up and waited patiently to be picked up in front of his house. He waited, until his mother called him back inside at the two hour mark. It was, per definition, insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. For Logan, it was falling for the same fake interest only to be stood up shortly after. Maybe it was a sign for him to stay alone, even though that was not what he wanted in the long run. He was certain that his reputation as the schools victim of bullying and lone loser preceded him which caused him to not even attempt to make friends. So sitting alone at the giant lunch table wasn't unusual to him. However, one peculiar student must have not gotten the memo. A boy, around Logan's age, with a half grown mustache, messy purple eye shadow and a bleached white streak in the front part of his dark brown hair slammed his tray down on the table, right next to Logan. The nerd didn't react. That would only lead to a conversation he didn't want to have. He has seen that boy around plenty of times, mostly during breaks. He was rather infamous for being a destructive force, starting fights and having no shame for anything whatsoever. One might think his grades would suffer because of it, but reality is that in the official rankings he was a close second to Logan. The messy boy began eating his rather… unappetizing mash of plain cafeteria food. Small droplets of unidentifiable food splashed against Logan's tray, which was rather repulsive to look at. "Would you mind?" he raised an eyebrow at his school mate. "Hm?" the other looked up from his tray, food stuck to his facial hair and everywhere else around his mouth, "Oh, forry!" he apologized with his mouth full, spitting on Logan's glasses. Great. Logan took off his visual aid and used a napkin to clean it. His company got the memo and scooted away from Logan, just enough to not spit on him and his belongings anymore. The remainder of lunch would play out just like that. Both parties eating their food without exchanging any more dialog. Oddly enough, that process repeated itself for the following days to come, to Logan's dismay.

One day, about a week after the first involuntary get together, the other boy initiated a conversation. About Logan's book he was reading, using his galaxy themed bookmark as a reading guide, instead of eating lunch. Once again, Logan was ignoring the other boy, even though he was peering on his page at an uncomfortably close distance. "Configurational isomerization." he read out loud without stumbling over the syllables, "Cool!" "… Cool?" Logan asked apprehensively. "Yeah!" the boy cheered with a wide toothy smile. His teeth were rather yellow, so he either didn't enjoy personal hygiene or drank a lot of coffee. "I'm more of an anthropology guy myself, but bio-chem is cool too." the mustached boy noted. "Good… for you?" it's not like Logan asked. "You wanna be a bio-chem scientist later? I wanna be a medical examin-" "Okay, what is this?" Logan quickly interrupted the other. He just… looked confused. "Whaddya mean?" "What are you planning?" Logan asked more direct, "You don't need to lure me in a false sense of having shared interests with me. I don't even know your name." "You don't?" the chaos-student said in a fake offended voice, "Rude! I've put so much effort into my reputation! I'm Remus!"

Remus. A force to be reckoned with. He never stood still, always made noise somehow, and always sharing his gruesome and disgusting thoughts whenever he had the chance. Despite Logan's initial disinterest in the other, Remus didn't back down. That boy was so stubborn. He continued to pester the nerd each opportunity he got. At first it was lunch only. Eventually, it was random encounters in the hallways, on toilets, even in the library! Remus even started to sit next to Logan in pretty much every class they share, which happened to be quite a lot. How Logan could have missed that had truly been a mystery. And the worst thing about this conundrum? Logan was falling for it. Hard. And fast. Despite that little voice in his head telling him that Remus was just like the others and was pulling a cruel prank on Logan, possibly one with the worst outcome yet. Because, quite frankly, Logan didn't know what he would do if he let his guard down, if he let Remus in his life, if Remus turned out to be a stuck up asshole in disguise and inevitably turned his back on Logan. The top student would not survive that, probably. "Did you know you can unfurl a heart and roll it out like a paper scroll?" Remus shared with Logan, unprovoked, "Well, technically, you can do that with every organ and a sharp knife, but the heart is, like, separated in different chambers, which makes the outcome look much cooler in my opinion." "Interesting." Logan nodded, "I never thought about the heart like that." "I hope I get to do that one day." Remus sighed dreamily. "You can always purchase a pigs heart at the local butchers." Logan suggested. Remus's eyes lit up with excitement. He cupped Logan's face in his hands, that were suspiciously sticky, and came close enough to make the tips of their noses touch. "You. Are a genius." he whispered, the scent of his peanut butter and pickled garlic rising in Logan's nostrils. He had no time to register the smell as Remus's closeness caused his heart rate to spike, ears to heat and face to flush red. "I'm gonna do that later! Wanna join me?" Uh oh. No. Nope. Every alarm bell rang in Logan's head. The amount of times he showed up at people's houses after being invited, only for him to wait at the door that no one opened. No. Not again. "I'm… busy." it hurt Logan to say that, but he much rather not get hurt yet again. Remus blinked like a frog before shrugging dismissively. "Okay, give me your number though, I wanna send you pics." he held out his hand and did a grabbing motion. Logan's number? For prank calls?! Fat chance! He shook his head softly. Once again, the frog blink, the dismissive shrug. "I'll show you tomorrow then." Remus then concluded, "Promise."

And keeping up the promise he did. Those pictures of the bloody cut up pig's heart on Remus's phone would have caused any other person to throw up. That was not the case for either Remus (to be fair, he was the one who cut that bloody thing up) or Logan. Science could never be disgusting to him. One of the photos was a selfie of Remus taking a picture with the heart from a higher angle and giving a latex glove covered bloody thumbs up. He wore a surgical mask too, but it was clear that he had been wearing the widest grin underneath it. It was endearing. If he could, Logan would set that as his phone background only to be able to stare at those deep green eyes whenever Remus wasn't around.

If this had been a prank, Remus sure was very committing to the role. By the time prom rolled around, him and Logan had grown incredibly close. So much so that the worries Logan had only came out at night when Remus wasn't present, only to be forgotten the moment the emerald eyed boy was back by Logan's side. So much so that Remus had Logan's phone number and didn't prank call him. So much so that Logan had been to Remus's place multiple times and vice versa. He learned that Remus had been as much of a loner as he was. His parents clearly favored Roman, his twin brother who also kept at least an arms distance to the chaotic twin. So, most of the time, Remus spent his time in the tree house in the backyard to avoid having to spend time with his family. Due to his rather nutty antics Remus also couldn't claim to have any friends, at least not in school. He had some online friends that lived a few states over, but other than that. "You wanna go to prom?" Remus asked Logan, but the infliction in his voice wasn't the kind that would ask someone out on a date. "In general?" Logan wondered. "Yeah." "Not really." the nerd shook his head, "I'm not really a party-person." "Fair." Remus nodded understandingly, "My dumb brother is trying to keep me away as best as possible. To be honest, I would only attend just to spike the punch." "With…?" "Pickle water and sour milk." Logan covered his mouth with his hand and laughed quietly at Remus's antics. "We could throw our own little party." Remus then suggested, "Right here." being the tree house him and Logan were in, "I get Jan and Virgin on a video call and we can celebrate surviving literal hell on earth together." "Jan" and "Virgin" were Janus and Virgil, the two online friends.

And so they did. A lovely little tree house online prom. Logan didn't dress up as extensively as he did back at homecoming, only having replaced the usual necktie with a bow tie. His mother had asked him over and over again if he was certain that he wouldn't be stood up this time, but the moment Remus came around in his run down rusty car, the fear of being stood up was quickly replaced by the fear of her son dying in that death trap of a vehicle. Logan sent her a text once him and Remus were at the latter's place, just to ease her nerves. The party was fun! Remus decorated the tree house in every stereotypical prom memorabilia anyone could think off, except everything had a Remus-y twist to it. The punch bowl was from the Halloween section, not to mention the neon green punch Remus proudly called "battery acid", the decor items were along the lines of obscene shapes and skulls, the playlist he had put on only played either EDM or hard metal. The tree house was nowhere near big enough for Remus and Logan to dance, but they weren't planning on doing that anyways. Janus and Virgil were pleasant company. Unfortunately, due to the time difference, they had to hang up sometime later, leaving Remus and Logan by themselves. "Now what exactly is "battery acid"?" Logan asked, after having drank 2 full cups of the overly sweet and sour drink. "Like, two monster energies, sour candy, pixie sticks." Remus counted on one hand. "That… would explain everything." Logan slowly but surely placed his paper cup down after having heard the list of ingredients. "It's great for when you want to stay up for two nights in a row!" Remus beamed, almost as if he had experience in that. Maybe it was the battery acid. Maybe it was the context. But somehow, Remus seemed even more radiating tonight than he had any other day. "You… once mentioned you wanted to be a medical examiner." why exactly Logan was talking about the future now was even a mystery to himself. "Yeah!" the twin cheered, "I already have a place to stay at and a scholarship my dumb ass parents know nothing about." "You- what?" Logan stuttered, stunned. "Yeah, got my acceptance letter today 'n' shit." Remus pulled out said letter from the back pocket of his crust pants, holding it out to Logan, "Jayjay and V-emo are taking care of the living space." "Oh, y-you're moving states." Logan grabbed the letter, but didn't read it. "Yeah?" Remus countered confused, "You're not?" "I-" Logan shook his head, "I mean, I most likely will, too, if I get accepted at my university that is." But why did saying that hurt so much? Logan felt this unfamiliar tug in his chest. Maybe it was the battery acid, maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to be separated from Remus.

He couldn't sleep that night. Logan sat at his desk and worked on a gift for Remus. He came to terms with the fact that he was in love with that chaotic force. The doubts of this being a prank were still lingering, but neatly repressed in the far back of Logan's mind. Luckily, the next day was a Saturday, so Logan didn't have to worry about going to school exhausted and sleep deprived.

When he showed up at the tree house in Remus's backyard the next day, he noticed that this was more intense that he could have ever imagined. He knew Remus was up there, he could hear the content humming he did whenever he was working on something, whether it was art or a science project. Clutched in Logan's hand was something made out of red felt. His heart rate spiked once again, his brain kept yelling at him from every direction. Run away, get this over with, get his heart broken… The thought of this having a happy ending didn't even cross Logan's mind. Or it did, and he couldn't hear it over the loud negative thoughts. Fuck it. "Remus!" he yelled, his voice cracking on the "u". Remus peeked out of the window. "Logan!" he smiled as he spotted his best friend. He was clearly painting something if the splotches of paint in his face and hair were anything to go by. As quickly as the head peeked out, it disappeared in the wooden confines of the tree house. Remus scrambled to get down, accidentally kicking a paint tube down the entrance of the tree house. Logan took a side-step to avoid getting hit. The paint tube was followed by a rope ladder and Remus quickly climbing down. Once he had both his feet on the ground, he let go of the ladder and quickly scooped up the paint. "What are you doing here?" he asked Logan in a positive surprise, "You could have let me known!" "I…" Logan's hand clutched harder around the gift he had so meticulously crafted the night prior, "I wanted to surprise you." "You sure did!" Remus punched Logan's arm somewhat harsh, but the latter knew there was no malicious intent in there, "Just. Don't come up to the tree house. You came by a few hours too early." Logan shot Remus a confused glance, before disregarding it with the shake of his head. "I made this. For you." he held out the gift for Remus to grab. When the twin took it he gasped. "You made me a heart?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide and filled with excitement. The heart was anatomically correct, too. Logan made sure of that. "You can unfurl it." Logan grabbed Remus's hands and guided them to literally open the heart, "I enforced it with wires so you can bend and twist it however you please." "What the fuck?!" Remus screamed, close to a sob (which was not explainable to Logan), "This is so cool! But why?" Remus looked up at Logan with those deep green eyes of his, stealing the breath away from the other. To compensate for that, Logan reminded himself to take a deep breath. "I-" just as he was about to explain itself, a tidal wave of familiar fear and flashbacks to tormenting actions and laughing faces hit him. Remus will laugh and make fun of the gift. This was stupid. Why even bother? You're making a fool of yourself if you think this will be any different than all the other incidences. … Except that it was different. This time, Logan didn't let the other take the lead. This time, it was his turn. "Are you okay?" Remus asked as his hand wiped at Logan's face. The nerd didn't realize he had started crying. That was usually reserved for the sleepless nights. "Sorry." he sniffled, "I'm not exactly good at this- at… emotions." "That's fine and all but what's going on? Are you dying or some shit?" Logan shook his head. "No." he added, "No, I'm not. I just… have come to the realization that I-" "OMG I have such a huge crush on you!""You're the reason I figured out I liked guys. Do you want to go to homecoming with me?""Hey, let's meet at my place later, I really wanna get to know you!""WOW, did you really think I was serious?""Sorry for not showing up yesterday, I just didn't care enough to pick you up. Fucking fag.""As if I ever wanted to be friends with a nerdy loser like you!" "…. I can't do this." he backed up, but was quickly stopped by a hand clasping around his wrist. "I love you!" Remus quickly shouted, not feeling an ounce of shame whatsoever. "No, you don't." Logan was just as quick to deny Remus's claims, "I'm- I'm not worth it." "Who says that?" Remus retaliated, "You're worth the world! The universe! Everything!"

Who would have thought that the university Logan was accepted to was the same Remus was accepted to as well? They only found out after both of them had moved to the new state. Remus lived with Janus and Virgil for about two months before permanently moving into Logan's one bedroom apartment. Both were in the middle of their masters, excited when they can both finally pursue their PhD's. Logan was sitting on his sofa, book in hand. He occasionally glanced over at the painting Remus had gifted him on the day of his confession. An abstract portrait of Logan but he was painted like some galaxy entity, he almost looked ethereal. The lock in the door clicked which was followed by a a heavy sigh of relief. "Finally homeeee….." Remus groaned exhausted as he kicked off his shoes and chucked off his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. With the swing of his hip, he shoved the door shut. "Hard day?" Logan asked, a little tease behind his voice. "You can make this a hard night if you want." Remus flirted back as he crawled onto the sofa, his head ending up on Logan's lap. Logan rolled his eyes with fondness. When he looked down at his boyfriend he noticed that Remus had been looking up at him with a look in his eyes, which wasn't him being horny, even if that was a rather common occurrence, but instead it was pure unfiltered adoration. Logan huffed a laugh. "What?" "We should get married." Logan… should have expected that. Not the proposal, that was a surprise. But the way he just asked that casually on a Wednesday afternoon, that was very typical Remus. That, or an over the top date with at least 15 explosives somewhere. "Seriously!" Remus jolted up, now sitting on the sofa. He rummaged in his pants pocket for a moment before pulling out the stereotypical small black square box. "See? I even got the ring and all." he presented said ring proudly by popping the top half of the box open, "And I know you don't like big proposals with a shit ton of people around and all that jazz, so I just decided to ask you the direct way." The lack of Logan's reaction did cause Remus to grow scared. However, Logan's soft laughter Remus loved, oh, so much broke him out of that anxious spell. "The timing could not be more insane." Logan placed his galaxy themed book mark in his book before closing it and placing it on the little side table next to the sofa. He then got up and calmly walked into the bedroom, to Remus's bewilderment. "Are you actually making this a hard night for us?" he called after his boyfriend. "Later." Logan replied from the bedroom. Remus giggled, excited for what awaited him later. He could hear Logan shuffling around in the bedroom, as if he had been looking for something. A few beats later, he could hear a drawer being shoved shut and steps heading towards the living room. Logan sat down on the sofa again, only to also reveal a tiny black box to Remus. "I had a date planned for us this weekend." Logan explained as he opened his box to show off the ring he had gotten for Remus, "I planned for us to go to your favorite restaurant before heading to a rage room." "A rage room?!" Remus's eyes sparkled. Logan grabbed Remus's hand and softly brushed over his ring finger with his thumb. "I planned on asking you after our rage room date during a walk home. But you beat me to it." "… Can we still to the rage room thing though?" "Of course, dear." Logan lifted Remus's hand to his mouth and gave it a kiss. "Then yes." Remus agreed, "I want to marry you." Logan smiled against Remus's hand. "Likewise."

What is up my dudes, dudettes and dudeless people.

!!!PLEASE READ THE ORIGINAL ONE-SHOT FIRST! THANK YOU!!!

!!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Hi, so, the original story won't let me go so I decided to start a book of firsts. And the best part: you can request (almost) any first! The focus is on Intrulogical and the original story but maybe I'll grab another first for a different pairing (platonic or romantic), who knows. There is no schedule, I'll upload a chapter whenever I have a chapter to upload. NO NSFW requests please, those are kept for an extra book where they're all grown up, on a different account that will not be linked so, good luck finding that.