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ive seen Cat!Virgil around and that’s all good and dandy, but i raise you, Cat!Logan  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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"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)

For some reason I’m kinda craving logince art recently… There just really?? isn’t??? enough of it???

for science 🔬

- how about logan with lipstick?

Chocolate milk

So in like 3rd grade, I was at lunch and this girl takes a carton of chocolate milk and shakes it vigorously for a solid 5 minutes, she then proceeds to open it and the milk explodes out and somehow hits the ceiling. As far as I know, milk shouldn’t do that, science side of tumblr explain.

"I'm a romantic, I know all the pick-up lines. Every single one." with Logince please!

i hereby decree that any prompt fills requesting logince will be set in the logince fbi!au and there is NOTHING YOU FUCKERS CAN DO ABOUT IT

pairings: romantic logince ( @fandersfic-logince ), platonic prinxiety

“i’m a romantic, i know all the pickup lines. every single one.” (tw: v brief kidnapping mention)

“you know, you’re never gonna win him over like that,” virgil says. 

roman flings himself onto the couch, groaning loudly, a long, drawn-out sigh. virgil pulls open a drawer with a small red crown painted on it, pulls out a red rubber ball, and hurls it at him. he doesn’t even turn to look. 

he hits roman square in the forehead. 

“virgil, why must you abuse me so!” 

“because you come in here every single day and tell me about your grand romantic plans to woo my baby brother, that’s why. how many shitty pickup lines do you even have, roman?” 

“what can i say?” roman laughs. “i’m a romantic. i know all the pickup lines. every. single. one.” 

virgil rolls his eyes. “you know, if this were olden times i could challenge you to a duel for the right to his hand.” 

“you still could,” roman teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “i’d win.” 

“i’m a faster draw,” virgil says.

“yeah, but i’m a better shot.” 

“who said i was talking about guns?” virgil spins his chair in a complete circle, flinging his hand forward as he faces roman. he faces the computer, grinning, as roman gapes at the small throwing knife embedded in the wall. 

“you’ve picked up some new skills, i see.” 

virgil shrugs. “i’m not interested in hanging out in any more locked car trunks, ro.” 

he hears roman approach him, footfalls deliberately loud so that he knows he’s coming. he feels roman carefully touch his shoulders before leaning down and wrapping him in a hug. 

“you’re a good brother, virgil.” 

“and you’re a good boyfriend, roman.” virgil tilts his head back, lets his head rest on roman’s shoulder. “my baby brother’s lucky to have you.” 

roman squeezes tightly, and virgil takes one hand off the keyboard to press over roman’s. then he prints the suspect list roman’s here for and hands it to him. 

roman swans into the briefing room and drops the suspect list into thomas’s hands before throwing a stunning smile at logan. “are you an astronaut?” 

“no, i am an fbi agent -”

“because damn, you are out of this world!” 

logan blinks at roman, adorable in his confusion, and says, “but i’m not an astronaut, roman. i’m an fbi agent that you work with. is this new information to you?” 

roman sits down and buries his head in his arms, groaning loudly. of course, he just had to develop a maddening crush on the single most oblivious human on the planet. he’s a fool for thinking it can go somewhere. 

years later, roman wakes up in the middle of the night. there’s a warm body curled against his side, tucked underneath his arm, hair tickling roman’s nose, cold toes pressed against roman’s warm inner calf. his fiancé snores softly in his arms, mumbling a long, slurred string of something roman thinks might be latin. 

“i can’t believe how lucky i am,” roman whispers, pressing a single chaste kiss against logan’s hair. “i know every pickup line in the book, and none of them worked, and i still managed to land the most wonderful man in the entire world. and i love you.” 

“l’v you t’,” logan mumbles, immediately followed by more meaningless latin gibberish. 

“te amo, mi amor,” roman says sleepily, pulling logan a little closer as he falls asleep again.

(soft domestic fbi!logince gives me life and so does roman and virgil’s friendship) 

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this this took me many hours to finish i regret doing it but i like how it turned out also i’m obseseed with that ship mmmmm- aND I KNOW THAT JERRY’S HAND IS TOTALLY OFF I KNOW IT’S A HUGE ANATOMY MISTAKE JUST DON’T BE MAD AT ME