Logan: Janus Isn’t Exactly A Team Player.

Marks and Rec: Misc #2175

(Happy Halloween!) (Dialogue is just made up by me, lol.)

YES.

Remus is creating really good yet creepy paintings of spiders, and Virgil walks in when he's finished a few of them

Virgil's like "wow these are really cool, did you actually draw these?!" And this emo's like super excited and stimmy because spiders are his thing y'know

Remus almost starts crying cause he hardly gets and recognition for his art skills and it's his crush that's telling him how amazing his drawings are and he can't-

Happy 4th Anniversary!! [ik I'm late :(]

Hey Sanders Sides fandom, do you mind boosting this?

I've been informed that there's a lot of people crosstagging content with remus into the intr///usive thoughts tag. People use that tag for positivity and as a reminder that they're not alone, so it's distressing that they end up seeing so much content for our fandom.

Please stop crosstagging!!! Thank you!

Hi! It’s your friendly neighborhood Remile Anon. Kinda panicking over a photography assignment and need a distraction while i try to figure something out for it. Would you mind writing some fluffy intrulogical?

Ofc Nonnie! I'm sorry about your assignment, I hope you feel better!

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Logan sighed, pushing up his glasses so that they wouldn't slip off his face. He had been working all day and as the day was ending, his patience with work was wearing thin. The words on the pages felt foreign to him, so he decided to call it a night and head into the kitchen for dinner.

As Logan walked into the kitchen, he noticed how quiet it was. That was strange, usually his fellow sides were loud and rambunctious. His eyes glanced to the clock and was shocked to see that it was almost 2:30 a.m., much later what he had originally thought. He must have lost track of time.

Logan decided to make himself a quick sandwich with his favorite Crofters before heading to bed. He stood in front of the fridge and grabbed the jar out of the door. As he began to close it, he heard a noise from behind him. He whipped around to see Remus, standing in his pajamas, which happened to be just his boxers.

"Lolo?" Remus asked, coming to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. "What are you doing up so late? Aren't you the one who's always scolding me for not sleeping at normal times?"

Logan let himself melt into Remus' hug, realizing how tense he was.

"I lost track of time working. I plan to go to bed as soon as this sandwich is eaten." He felt Remus pull away from the hug, and tried to hide his disappointment that he wasn't being held anymore.

"Go sit on the couch," Remus commanded suddenly.

"But my sandwich-"

Remus clicked his tongue, interrupting Logan. "No buts, go sit on the couch, I'll finish making your sandwich and bring it to you."

Logan went and sat on the couch, watching Remus dance around the kitchen as he hummed his theme song. Even in his exhausted state, he couldn't help but admire Remus, for being himself and unique. It was what Logan loved most about Remus, how he was always true to himself first and foremost.

Remus came out of the kitchen, holding a plate that held Logan's sandwich. Logan took the plate and stared at the sandwich.

"Why is my sandwich a strange shape?" Logan asked. Remus sat down next to him on the couch and smiled.

"I made you a little unicorn! See, there's the horn. And I left all the extra bits since I know how you feel about wasting food."

"Thank you Remus. It's a beautiful unicorn sandwich. I almost feel guilty eating your art."

"Nonsense, it was made to be eaten! Take a bite out of it before I do." Logan ate his sandwich, finishing it quickly. He went to stand up and go to bed, but Remus pulled him back down.

"Remus please, I'm exhausted."

"that's why I want to give you cuddles." Logan let Remus rearrange them so that Logan was laying on Remus'chest, the two curled up on the couch. Logan felt Remus' chest move up and down with each breath the Duke took, finding comfort in the rythemic pattern.

Remus ran his fingers through Logan's hair, gently pulling the glasses off of Logic's face. "Don't think for a moment that I didn't notice how you melted into my hug. You okay babe?"

Logan nodded. "Just tired. And in need of physical affection I suppose." He felt Remus: lips meet his forehead.

"Can you talk to me? Ramble to me about anything." Logan asked, feeling himself drifting slowly to sleep.

He heard Remus launch into a soft ramble about some deep sea creature, but the words didn't sink in. Logan was quickly drifting to sleep, comforted by the boyfriend that held him so close.

aha real funny how i then stayed up too late drawing these– BASED ON THAT TWEET !!

Keep reading

remus: the eagles won last night.

roman: oh, you watched the game?

remus: [covered in scratches] What game?

Roses, Prinxiety, fluffy!

Thanks for the request! I really like the way this one turned out!

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Prince Virgil sat down heavily on the bench in the garden, sighing. He crossed his ankles delicately, a habit obtained from his mother. His head dropped into his hands as he tried to breathe normally. Why couldn't he just be good at being a prince, like his brother? Janus was charming and smooth, and sincerely believed in his ideals. Virgil didn't even know what his ideals were. Other than...

"Oh, dear Stormcloud," a gentle voice called quietly. Virgil didn't lift his head, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"Roman," he greeted softly, not quite feeling up to the normal bantering greeting he would give the gardener.

Roman sat down next to him, and Virgil soon found himself pressed to Roman's chest. He began to relax, Roman's presence calming him. "Are you alright, My Love?" Roman asked finally.

Virgil nodded. "I am now," he answered, resting his head on Roman's shoulder.

Roman hummed, summoning a thorn-less purple rose into his hand. Just another secret to keep. But not from Virgil. "Here, Love," he cooed.

Virgil lifted his head and took the rose reverently, holding it like it could crumble at any moment. Then he was kissing Roman. It wasn't long, or particularly passionate. Roman tasted of peaches and soil.

It wasn't until hours (along with many kisses) had passed and someone called from the doors for Virgil that they moved from that spot.

"I'll see you tonight?" Virgil asked hopefully.

"Of course, My Angel," Roman answered, caressing Virgil's soft cheek. "Go be a Prince for a while. You can do it."

Virgil made a face.

"You can. You're the most charming, thoughtful prince I've ever met," Roman encouraged, causing Virgil's face to flush.

"I have to go."

Roman placed one last peck on Virgil's lips before letting go and watching him jog back towards the palace.

Such a fool for thinking he belongs to the stage.