Boyf Riends Angst (if U Want!!)

"i'd rather die" , logince or prinxiety? - tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

imma do some logince cause i haven’t written them yet! 

pairings: logince

49: “i’d rather die” (tw: blood, injury mention, death mention) (fbi!au)

“i won’t ask you again,” the woman drawls. she lounges atop the abandoned bar, the picture of elegance and grace. the gun dangles from one index finger, glinting silver in the low light.

logan spits a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor. his nose is bleeding, and he’s glad he isn’t gagged because his nose is blocked and he’s sure he would have suffocated if his mouth was blocked. he’s starting to lose feeling in his hands and feet from the tightness of the duct tape.

“i am not required to tell you anything,” he says, voice level and steady. “and i’d rather die than surrender my team members.” rather die than surrender roman, he doesn’t say.

“you’re not going to leave this building alive, agent,” she purrs. “you’re going to die here, by my hand, and i will go down in history as the woman who beat the fbi’s own agent logan wallace.” logan hates the way his name sounds on her tongue.

there’s a massive crash, and the woman jumps off the bar, gun pointed square at his forehead. three agents come into the bar, and logan breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn’t see roman among them.

the standoff is tense, lasts a few heart-breaking minutes, and logan thinks he’s going to die. but the woman is cocky and sure, and the second her gun lowers from his forehead the window behind her shatters and she collapses to the ground with a bullet through her skull.

one of the lead agents severs the duct tape and logan stands, rubbing his wrists. one of them passes him a cell phone, and when he presses it to his ear he hears virgil, frantic. “logan! did you find him? is he alright?”

“hello, virgil,” logan sighs, and it’s good to hear his older brother’s voice.

“lo! are you alright? what did they do to you?”

“other than briefly cutting off circulation to my extremities, minor blood loss, and several bruises, i am alright, virgil.”

“make sure patton checks you out, okay, lo?”

logan smiles. “of course, virgil.”

“i’m glad you’re safe,” virgil sighs. “my fingers were shaking on the keyboard, i - i couldn’t shake the feeling that i wasn’t typing fast enough, i wasn’t looking hard enough, i wasn’t -”

“you were enough, virgil,” logan soothes. “you were enough.”

“the batcave better be the first fucking place you go when you get back here,” virgil threatens.

“i promise.”

virgil hangs up, and logan heads outside, a little unsteady but largely unharmed. he sits on the sidewalk and lets patton check him out, trying not to look at the bloodstains he leaves on patton’s blue scrubs.

the blood is cleared in no time, and patton is just finishing attaching gauze to the cut on his forehead when he sees roman walking towards them, gaze flicking around frantically. his sniper rifle is propped against his shoulder, but when he sees patton and logan, he passes it to one of the other agents and sprints.

he drops to his knees in front of logan, pressing his hands to logan’s cheeks and taking a deep breath. “oh, thank god you’re alive,” he whispers. “i wanted to be on the ground, i wanted to go in there and get you myself, but they needed a sniper and -”

“ - and you are the best shot the academy has ever seen,” logan finishes. roman laughs.

“logan wallace, i never thought i’d see the day you complimented my riflework.” he leans in and kisses logan, gently, and for once, logan doesn’t push him off in the name of pda.

(I’VE BEEN BINGING CRIMINAL MINDS CAN YOU TELL)

(I REALLY REALLY WANT TO WRITE MORE OF THIS AU NOW I JUST WANT BADASS FBI AGENT LOGINCE BOYFRIENDS FT. MED WORKER PATTON AND TECH ANALYST VIRGIL SO LOOK OUT FOR THAT SOON I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ILYSM)

Logince 4

4. “Is that my shirt?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Logan, who had been very keen on Roman not noticing the material he was holding, quirked an eyebrow as he held the garment closer to him.

“This isn’t a shirt,” Logan noted.

Roman leveled a look at Logan and smirked. “Fine,” he said, “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Logan looked down at the hoodie in his arms. It was very clearly Roman’s. If the redness of the material wasn’t a clear giveaway, then then golden crown on the breast was.

Still, though, Logan was determined to keep the hoodie in his hands. He just… felt rather embarrassed about actually telling Roman why.

Logan looked back up at Roman, who was still looking at him with that smirk and an expectant gaze. He felt himself flush and averted his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, “I was helping with the laundry. Patton claimed that he needed help, so I decided to-”

“Interesting,” Roman said, taking a step forward, “I believe I saw Patton finishing up laundry two days ago.”

“Well, yes, perhaps, but there was still more to do, so, if you’ll excuse me-”

However, when Logan began to attempt to sink out and go to his room and act  like none of this ever happened, Roman shook his head and just summoned him back up.

“No, no, no,” Roman said, his voice teasing. He took another step forward, now right in front of Logan. “I’m curious as to why you’re trying to escape with my sweatshirt. Is having me not enough? You need to steal my clothes, too?”

Logan frowned and looked away. “Don’t tease, Roman.”

“Teasing? Logan, I’m wounded.” Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that Roman was beaming, obviously enjoying this. “I’m just trying to figure out why my wardrobe is being depleted. Are you growing tired of your current style? Honestly, I didn’t think you were a red guy, but I can probably help you find ties and shirts without you daringly taking from my closet-”

“No, it’s not that,” Logan interrupted. He sighed and looked down at the carpeting, holding the hoodie tighter against him. “I fear you’ll only make fun of me for the actual reason. It’s quite illogical and, really, rather stupid.”

Roman was silent for a moment before he gently tilted Logan’s head up so they were looking eye-to-eye again. The teasing smirk had left his face and was replaced by a look of concern. The softness of his gaze bored into Logan and, if Roman wasn’t having Logan look at him, he believed he would have caved under it.

Even after all this time, “softness” and “love” were still things Logan had to get used to.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman’s voice was gentle. “What is it? I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

Logan worried his bottom lip, his eyes flicking away again. “I believe it’s quite embarrassing, too.”

Roman sighed. “Logan, look at me.” When Logan finally obliged, he continued, “Whatever’s on your mind, I’m sure it isn’t illogical or stupid or embarrassing or anything else you’re going to try to convince me it is.” He flashed Logan a smile. “Now, what’s going on, darling?”

Logan huffed. “You have been going on many adventures in your realm lately,” he started, “And… and you’re usually gone for multiple days at a time. I thought that this-” he shifted the hoodie in his arms “-would help… quell any loneliness I would experience.” He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, it’s all rather embarrassing. I always know that I will see you again and I should not be taking your belongings to make myself feel more at ease when they are not mine to keep and-”

“Logan,” Roman cut in and Logan silenced himself, swallowing his nerves thickly. Roman gently traced Logan’s jaw with his thumb. “Keep the sweatshirt, okay?”

“But it’s not mine.”

“Was that going to stop you from taking it before we had this conversation?” Roman asked, smiling. Logan let out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Exactly. Keep it.”

“I-” Logan swallowed again and looked down at the garment. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman pressed a kiss to Logan’s forehead. “Of course, my love,” he said, “And just know that I will always come back to you. I miss you too much to stay away for too long.”

Hey uh I haven’t posted in a hot minute, so here’s a Logince doodle featuring the boys from an au I have with @lestroodledoodles Enjoy ☆

Logan: *sheds a single solitary tear* 

Roman: *protective prince mode activated* 

Roman: Who did it?! Who fucked with my star-spangled muffin?! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!

idk aesthetically I just like Strange and Loki plus I think banter is cool and sorcerers should fuck other sorcerers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13195743

How we Swallow the Sun (25,558 words); in which Loki might be ready to turn over a new leaf and wants to spend more time with earths most powerful sorcerer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13663893

Magic In Our Veins (11,532 words); moments as their relationship develops

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1045004

Sand Witch (6,850 words) Loki shows up unannounced

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13773636/chapters/32491629

The Sorcerer and The Trickster (oneshot series); this link takes you to the most recent (as of post) oneshot in which Loki is a tattoo artist and idfk man this au just has me weak. Also you should definitely read the other fics too bc this authors writing style is sublime.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12308250

Sorcerers only (2,874 words); stark keeps stumbling upon Loki and Strange as they grow more and more comfortable with each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8582956

Involuntary Attraction (2,064 words); Loki is supposed to wait outside while Thor talks to Strange

https://archiveofourown.org/works/899776

Seasons of Love (8,134 words); Loki ends up living with Strange while he stays on earth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14577447

Strange Encounters (1,277 words); Strange is a hotshot neurosurgeon and Loki is the only intern who’s worth his time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13024866/chapters/29790747

Tricks Stir (13,741 words); this fic is just very good and I don’t really know how to describe it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13547853

Hippocratic Oath (2,423 words); Loki gets to no longer have a severe wound and Strange gets some experience with the practical application of healing magic so win-win.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13781799

Therapeutic B.A.R.F. (4,620 words); hi, this fic actually killed me. It is so bittersweet and very well written.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13702584

beware the folds of space, they are full of surprises (6,482 words); Strange keeps meeting Loki in his mindspace thinking realm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14729957

Two sorcerers going at it (5,044 words); they just keep bothering each other and showing off their magic and maybe they’re each a little bit interested

I just wanted to share this with you.

I have this au where Roman is a dragon.

He’s this dragon that attacks this neighboring kingdom because they’ve been ‘attacking his kingdom’(meaning he’s pretty much just claimed this land as his and gets upset when people are like, hey that’s not yours’)

Basically though, he sees Logan, the king of said kingdom and just like grabs him “Your mine.” because Logan is pretty and Roman’s like oh heck I'mma marry that despite the fact Logan keeps sassing him and saying no to the vows but like, they’ll work on that.

Just like, yoink! This is mine now bye

- a very tired Miranda.

commission for @twinou, gifts for @snowkillwhite

(please don’t use this unless you’re given permission to by the commissioner)

Rose Red

Summary: Roman finds out that Logan is color blind and decides to do something about it…

Ships: Def a lot of Logince. It can be seen as platonic or romantic, whatever you prefer.

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s mostly sappy and a bit of fluff. (Although there are a few curse words if you’re sensitive to that kind of language) I will admit that I don’t know much about color blindness so forgive me if the fic is a bit inaccurate. In fact, if you see something that’s inaccurate please feel free to tell me, I’d love to learn more about the subject to improve my writing so I don’t repeat my mistakes in future writings.

Word Count: 1764

(So this prompt was created by @untrustworthyglitch and I thought it was super AHH so I decided to write it :3) (another p.s. I’m kind of new at writing fics so SORRY IF IT’S NOT THAT GREAT I REALLY TRIED ;-;)

It was a typical Saturday for Logan. He woke up to the smell of Patton’s cooking and took a seat at the table across from Virgil and Roman. Patton, was, of course, cooking breakfast in the kitchen; Roman was fixated on his phone (taking an endless amount of selfies), and Virgil was hunched over in his chair playing on his 3ds. It was just an ordinary day like any other until…

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21 prinxiety or logince?

021: “He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”

“He’s quite stunning, isn’t he?”

Virgil followed Logan’s gaze towards Roman, who sat on the couch with Patton, playing some alternate version of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. For a second he thought Logan meant Patton, but his gaze didn’t move when Patton stood up- it was still locked in the same spot.

“Who, Roman?” Virgil hummed, crossing one leg over the other, knee bumping the table. “You know, if you like him, you should ask him out.”

Logan seemed to take the suggestion into consideration, as he didn’t immediately refuse. 

“I suppose that is what people do when they like someone.” Logan said after a minute of silence, lips twitching into a grin as Roman shouted in agony as he lost the game for the third time in a row.

“I mean, I personally don’t see the appeal, but if your standards are low enough..”

Logan huffed out a laugh, resting his cheek on his palm, elbow sat on the tabletop. “We have the same face, Virgil.”

Though he supposed that was a lie, he thought, gaze sweeping across Roman’s face, and then Patton’s. There were a few physical differences there, like Patton’s freckles, Roman’s laugh lines, and the small scar that cut through one of Roman’s eyebrows.

“There’s no way he’d find me worthy of him, though. It’s illogical.” Logan stated with such a certain tone it was almost sad, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, eyes still trained on Roman.

Virgil chose to ignore the slightly self-deprecating comment and instead stared at Logan, amused by his heart eyes as he gazed openly at his crush, and pulled out his phone, skimming through the conversation he had with Roman in texts the night before, where Roman was contemplating asking Logan out but felt that Logan wasn’t interested. 

Virgil shook his head.

Oblivious idiots.

101 Fluffy Prompts

ummmmmmmmmWHY

1, 21, or 42 with boyf riends? It's totally up to you which one you use, thank you!

(How about A L L. prepare for angst™)

Twin Size Mattress

“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” Michael was standing at his front door, squinting, in a pair of Deadpool boxers. I had gotten them for him at the end of eighth grade, right after he came out to me. They are well loved.

“That’s what I’m leading with, yes.”

“So there’s more.” Michael sighed and turned to walk up the stairs, treading lightly. His mom was a light sleeper. My voice lowered to a whisper as I followed him, pulling the door shut behind me and locking it.

“Yeah. But I don’t wanna talk about that part yet. Right now, we are talking about how cute you look right now, ya big dope.”

“Jeremy, I am highly offended but I am too tired to insult you back so instead I do this.” He slowly gave me the finger before flopping down into the bunk beds he still inexplicably owned. Michael’s an only child.

“I love you too, Mikey.” I curled around him, making sure my feet didn’t touch his. I was not in the mood for a “your feet are too damn cold, jer” exchange right now.

After a few minutes, I broke the silence.

“So. It’s almost the end of summer. I can’t believe we graduated.”

“Graduation was awesome, Jer! We got stoned in my basement.”

“Yeah, Mikey. We sure did. But the point that I’m getting to is that-” I sneezed. “Fuck, Michael when’s the last time you washed your sheets? You know I’m allergic to Footloose.”

“Footloose is allergic to you. She’s the best cat. You cannot compare.”

“I’m not a cat.”

“Yes, but you are a furry.”

“Dang it, Mikey! This is supposed to be serious.” I sat up. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna say it. I leave for college in three hours.”

Michael was silent for a moment.

“Where?” It was more of a statement than a question. I could tell he didn’t wanna hear the answer.

“MIT.”

“Fuck Jer. That’s like 12 hours’ drive.”

“I know. I didn’t wanna tell you unless I got in. I didn’t really even think I would! It’s like crazy competitive and I’m so glad I got in but it means-”

“Don’t you say that… not you!” Michael’s fingernails started digging into his palms, and his eyes were watering.

“Michael, you know what it means. I have to leave, Mikey, I have to go! This is my dream. And I know your dad left when you were little but I’m not-”

I was cut off by Michael slapping me across the face.

“Fuck you, Jeremy Heere! Fuck you and fuck MIT and fuck Cambridge and fuck Massachusetts! Fuck you for leaving me! I thought we were always gonna be a team, Jer? What happened to that?”

“This is hard for me too, Michael! I have to leave everybody behind. You and my dad, and Christine and Brooke are going to college in New York and Rich is going to fucking California and Jake is gonna be in Washington for his internship and just. Fuck, Mikey! I can’t believe I’m even doing this! I can barely afford to go on my scholarship and my dad is working two jobs to help my pay my tuition.“

Michael, by now, had given up on being angry and was a sobbing pile on the floor.

"Fuck, Jer. Please stay. I can’t do this alone. You’re supposed to be my rock. Don’t leave me.” He was begging now, tears rolling from his eyes, which were squeezed shut so he didn’t have to look at me. I didn’t blame him.

“Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.”I pushed him off my lap and I stood up. I had to go before I changed my mind. I kept my face toward the hall so Michael couldn’t see me crying. When I got to the front door, I paused for a minute with my hand on the frame, wondering if it was worth it.

And then I walked outside.