#analogical fanfiction
Starry Eyed Boy, Part 6
Summary: Lightning is supposedly dancing through Arteska. Virgil gets comforted by Logan, in more ways than one.
Pairings: Pre-Romantic Analogical / Eventual Analogical, Established Royality
Word Count: 827
Warnings: Cursing, kissing,
Notes: this ones a bit shorter. pls understand i am trying lmao
Taglist:@shitpost-sides@gothybubby@rainbowbowtie@hikarisakurariver@singularthoughtofstatic@supersoftsupersleep@gabrieldoesstuff@justthatamount@judyismydog@star-crossed-shipper@high-ashell-hargrove@arodynamic-enby
Panic flashed through Virgil as he reached out for Logan. Electrical storm? The fuck was that?
“–gil. Virgil? Are you listening to me? I need you to breathe with me.” Logan said clearly and put Virgil’s head to his chest. Virgil could hear his heartbeat pitter-patter against his ribcage. Virgil wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist and leaned into him.
“Are you able to hear me? Can you focus on me, Virgil?” Logan mumbled against the top of Virgil’s head, where he set his own.
“Wus happenin’?” Virgil slurred together. His panic attack had worn him out.
“It’s just a mere storm, I promise it will pass. People are usually unaffected by it but air pressure changes and it can sometimes crack the windows. You’re not trapped here, I promise.” Logan said as he started to sway Virgil, hoping to bring comfort. Virgil nodded seemingly unafraid now.
They stayed like that for a while. Swaying with each other, until Virgil stood on his tiptoes to hide in the crook of Logan’s neck, mumbling; “M'tired.”
“Then I’ll leave you be–”
“Stay, please.” He paused and then his eyes went wide as he stumbled backward slightly. “Not- not in that way I swear but I don’t like the- the storm and I’d feel better if you stayed– you don’t have to, we have this weird thing going on and I know I might be pushing it–” Virgil said in quick succession, while Logan stood there with his hands on his hips in the middle of the darkroom.
Logan interrupted Virgil with a “Let me go retrieve my sleepwear. You can walk with me if you feel unsafe.” Virgil opted to go with.
—–
Sitting in the same bed as Logan would’ve been awkward. It should be, at least. Logan was sitting on the end of his bed, not unlike the first time they met, while Virgil was leaned against the headboard. Logan was talking in-depth about the stars while Virgil watched on. A warm feeling settled in his stomach and he smiled. A soft glow edged around his eyes and Virgil had yet to notice that his face was glowing. More specifically, the freckles littering his face glowed dimly as he listened to Logan go on and on about the stars. Logan, though, had noticed. You see, when an Arteskian is in love or in an intimate moment, they may or may not have the gene to glow, perse. Logan already knew this and decided, in a moment of true brilliance or stupidity, to say;
“Can I kiss you?” He said, interrupting his own rant. Virgil’s eyes widened as he took in the information and it only took a moment before Virgil grabbed the collar of Logan’s shirt andyanked.
Their lips crashed together in an explosion of a million galaxies, Virgil even tried to pull Logan impossibly closer. Logan had his hands on Virgils hips while Virgil had his hands in Logan’s hair. Virgil kept pulling on it whenever Logan moved as if he’d pull away. Each time made Logan chuckle against the other’s lips. A little whine escaped Virgil’s lips when Logan pulled away. Both of their eyes were lidded and unfocused. Logan blinked a few times as Virgil gently yanked on his hair and whined.
“Logan,” he said, drawing out the ‘o’. Logan laughed once again. At this point, Virgil was in Logan’s lap. Virgil, realizing it was the end of their first kiss, decided to set his head in the crook of Logan’s neck.
“What made you ask that?” Virgil mumbled into his neck.
“Your face started to glow.” Logan said with a laugh, nuzzling his face into Virgil’s hair.
“Oh.” He moved away from Logan’s neck to yawn. Logan smiled.
“Are you tired?”
“Mmm. Yes, but I don’t want this to end yet.”
“I’ll be here as long as you want me here.” Logan said, smiling as he laid himself and Virgil on the bed.
“Ehhhh - mmm, nooooo, Logan.”
“Virgil, I’ll be here in the morning.”
Virgil glared at him as Logan looked down at him from his position on the bed.
“Do you promise..?”
“Of course. I promise.”
With that, they both made themselves comfortable under the sheets, and with Logan being the big spoon and Virgil the smaller, they drifted to sleep.
—–
Logan was the first to awaken. He woke Virgil with a kiss on the forehead. When Virgils face scrunched up, Logan planted another on his cheek. Virgil, now half awake, started to giggle.
“Logan-” He said in between giggles. “Stop!” He whined though he didn’t really mean it. Virgil smiled as Logan pulled away, possibly due to the fact that he said to stop.
“Good morning, Virgil.”
“Mornin’, Lo.” Virgil said tiredly.
And with that, they got ready for the day, much to both of their reluctance. They both agreed they would rather stay in bed with each other, lazily.
They had a big day ahead of them, as per usual.
Starry Eyed Boy, Part 4
Summary: Virgil settles into his room. Roman joins the picture. Logan and Roman have a conversation.
Pairings: Pre-Romantic Analogical / Eventual Analogical, Established Royality (if you squint)
Word Count: 1,055
Warnings: Anxiety over small things, dissociation, if i need to add, lmk.
Notes: Sorry that this took so long, family things happened. I had a death in the family and i dont really have much motivation to do much. thank you for sticking around <3.
Taglist:@shitpost-sides@gothybubby@rainbowbowtie@hikarisakurariver@singularthoughtofstatic@supersoftsupersleep@gabrieldoesstuff@justthatamount
Emile was nice and somehow knew too much about cartoons from earth. Once Virgil has asked his questions and only sometimes got his answers, he was shown to his room. As the guard that escorted him to his chambers and he opened the door, Virgil let out a loud gasp.
“Is everything okay, sir?” The guard asked. The guard had ginger hair down to his shoulders emerald green eyes. He was slightly tan and had markings on his face that seemed to glow red. Virgil nodded and the taller man led Virgil into the room. As Virgil looked around he mumbled, “Whats your name?” to the guard.
“Mine? Oh, my name is Roman P. Kingsleigh. My purpose here is to make sure you and Logan are protected and safe as you adjust to Arteska. Not that the kingdom is dangerous. I am one of the head guards here, you see. I’m positive that is why Emile appointed me this position.”
“I thought Logan said he could protect us?”
“He can, but that’s not his purpose as your tutor. Emile didn’t think it fair for Logan to do multiple jobs when his first motivation should be your education on the planet, among other things.”
“Oh…” Virgil said, as his eyes drooped slightly. He didn’t have anything worthwhile to say and he felt a bit too sluggish to respond. Roman seemed to understand, though.
“I’ll leave you be now, sir. Please, get some sleep. Tomorrow, you will get the tour of the palace and city.” Roman said as he turned to the door and with one more, “Fairfarren!” he left the room and slowly closed the door.
Virgil only started to actually focus on how tired he was after he heard the click of the door shutting. He thought it surprising how simplistic the castle was. Maybe it was just old or maybe Emile liked the simpler things. Virgil probably wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was excited about the tour tomorrow. Whether it was because he knew it would be Logan showing him the wonders or because of the actual city, he’ll never say.
Virgil found his luggage on the end of his bed. He grabbed his suitcase and moved it to the dresser opposite his bed. The dresser had a large, what Virgil assumed, TV on it. The TV was paper thin and seemingly made of glass. As Virgil opened the door, he found clothes already inside. A thought shot through his skull. What if Roman showed you to the wrong room? Virgil quickly shut it down as he flicked through the clothes. They seemed brand new, and Virgil found himself smiling at the colors of the clothes. Purple, black, purple, black, gray, black and so on and so on. Virgil assumed Logan had sent some sort of message to Emile on Virgil’s fashion choices.
He decided to leave his other clothes in his bag and pulled out some pajamas from his suitcase, not willing to risk wearing something he wasn’t 100% was his. He was 95% sure but not completely and he didn’t want to risk it. The t-shirt had a few holes in it and the pants felt too small, but they were familiar. They smelt like coconut and coffee body wash he used before he got onto the ship. As he climbed into the too big bed, he thought of how odd it felt here. It felt like home, and he hasn’t felt that since he was a kid.
—–
Logan stirred the drink in his hand around the glass. A knock on the door. Confirmation to enter. Red and white sitting in front of him. Two snaps.
Wait. Two? He blinked twice and his eyes focused again. Roman was sitting in front of him with his head slightly tilted.
“–gan. Hey, hi. Are you back?” Roman asked, his eyebrows furrowed together. Logan nodded once and slowly took a drink of his tea. Roman leaned back against the chair and nodded as his eyes drifted around the room.
“Well… how was it? Earth? Is it like Sir Emile says?” Roman asked quietly, a glint in his eye, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards. Logan smirked and said, “There were golden fields, the trains puffed out smoke from their engines and the city lights looked like artificial stars. Before me and Virgil left, he showed me around his city. It started to rain and we were making our way back to his living quarters. The cars on the road made the puddles splash onto the sidewalk and when one splashed my shoe, I looked away from him. When I looked back up, he had his arms out and he smiled at the sky. I’m sure I looked strange, standing in the rain with sunglasses on. He–” looked at me strange. Logan coughed, and Romans eyes glinted with something other than curiosity. “Earthlings are quite strange. I’d love for you and Patton to go one day.”
“Logan, I’ve known you for years. He is quite…” Roman leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees and holding his hands together. “Cute? Is he not?”
Logan paused for a moment. He blinked. Virgil had once compared this to a ‘blue screen’. He still didn’t understand what he had in common with a screen. He blinked once more.
“Oh. That’s what that is.” Logan mumbled. He slumped into his sofa more. He heard Romans deep chuckling but ignored it. The corner of his smile quirked upwards. He took a drink.
“Now, that’s quite the development.” He spoke, as he pushed himself into a healthier sitting position. Roman huffed out a laugh once more and nodded.
“Only two weeks, it took, to woo you. Fate, perhaps.”
“You know I don’t believe in your silly little work arounds to pure chance. I will admit, maybe he did woo me… but fate doesn’t exist.” Logan sipped at his drink. Roman shrugged.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Roman inquired. Logan took another, longer drink from his cup.
“If he shows signs that he reciprocates feelings, I will let it be known how I feel, but I’d hate to force anything on him. He’s already so worried about everything. I don’t want to overwhelm him.” Logan said, matter-of-factly. Roman nodded.
“Still seems to me that it is fate.”
“It’s not fate, you oaf.”
Roman laughed.
here we are, a bit late for day one but nonetheless here is our entry, not well edited yet so dont @ me its late at night lol
Day one: Fear/Warmth: McDonalds
TW: Anxiety attack, poor eating habits… uh think thats it let me know if theres more I need to add
Logan was studying in the dorm, as usual. Honestly the day has been quite boring. He had no class today and was rather bored, after all he had already studied this material weeks ago and the test wasn’t for another week. He was altogether feeling burnt out. Logan sighs and closes the textbook, his roommate should be arriving home soon, perhaps they could spend time together. Logan could use a change of scenery. …Wait, had he eaten today? He has been doing school work all day but doesn’t remember doing anything beyond that.
It was then that the dorm room door opens, causing Logan to jump slightly. A student in a black and purple patched jacket rushes in quickly, shutting the door a bit too abruptly behind him.
“Ah Virgil, I was hoping you would return soon. Would you like to go-“ Logan stops talking as Virgil moves straight past him, instead ducking under the desk on his side of the room. Logan blinks in confusion, staring at Virgil’s work desk, why would he dive under the desk. Logan approaches slowly and carefully, when he reaches the desk he can hear it. Panicked breathing. Logan can hear Virgil’s quick choked breath stutter as he desperately tries to inhale and exhale properly. He doesn’t want to invade Virgil’s space, that may make the attack worse. Instead he taps on the wood above Virgil’s head, the top of the desk. He taps five times, then seven, then eight. It takes a moment for Virgil to realize that Logan is tapping out a breathing exercise. He struggles, trying to follow the pace, choking multiple times as he tries to follow.
After a handful of moments he manages to loosely copy the exercise, the rushing in his ears dulls some as his vision clears a bit. This allows him to see Logan who is now crouching beside him, still tapping on the wood for him. Virgil meekly meets Logan’s eyes and Logan’s heart breaks. Virgil’s eyes are red from crying, tears have etched trails of black makeup down his face in tear trails that make him look even more upset. Logan’s eyes soften considerably and he can barely fight the inexplicable urge to pull him in his arms and cuddle him until he feels better. But friends don’t do that so he won’t. Plus he doesn’t want to overwhelm him.
“Virgil? May I touch you?” Logan asks softly, offering a hand to Virgil slowly. Virgil eyes the hand, he’s shaking quite a bit and though his breathing is better it is still nowhere near even or okay. Not to mention he still has tears trailing down his cheeks and dripping onto his jacket. Before Logan can ask again, Virgil moves. “AH-” Logan exclaims, shocked to his core as Virgil is no longer under the desk, but now curled around him, shivering like a leaf and clinging to Logan like a lifeline. “Oh… okay.” Logan slowly lowers his arms around Virgil, securely encompassing him in an embrace. Logan runs a hand up and down Virgil’s back comfortingly, Logan’s other hand finding its way into Virgil’s hair and running through it gently. His purple curls are soft to the touch, far softer than Logan had imagined- not that he imagines such things. Virgil is still shaking but Logan could feel him relax slightly at the hand in his hair and on his back.
Virgil’s breathing finally maintains a normal pace again, his head pressed to Logan’s chest, he can hear Logan’s heartbeat. It’s soothing, he counts his breathing with the beats. Not to mention Logan’s scent, something earthy, grounding… like pine, maybe with a hint of coffee. An interesting combination but one that Virgil has never been able to get enough of. And never been able to get this close too, not unless he was on Logans bed doing homework or drawing like he does sometimes while Logans studying. Neither of them were really ones for physical- well anything. They were as close as friends could be. Friends. Right.
Virgil shakily tries to shift away from Logan, pulling back from him, “S-sorry I- d-didn’t mean-n to i-invade yo-ur spac-” Virgil can’t finish his shaky sentence because Logan gently presses him back down against his chest again. “Oh- Lo- what um- what are you-” Virgil tries to ask, only for Logan’s hands to brush through his hair again, silencing him as he relaxes into the touch.
“We can remain like this if you would like. It seems to be helping you currently and physical stimulation can be comforting to ground one during panic attacks.” Logan says evenly, basically creating an easy excuse for why he didn’t want to move. “Would you like to tell me about your day? Or particularly what is bothering you about it?” Logan asks gently.
“Not really… just a bad day I guess. Showed up late to my first class because it was raining and I walked to class. My professor called me out on it and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. Forgot I had a test in my next class and was panicinging to much to even try to focus on the test… I can’t figure out what I want to do for my art project and it’s due soon. I have an english essay due too and a report in science and when I went to walk back here I had my headphones in but ran into two loud guys on accident and I don’t think they were mad but then they started hitting on me and calling me “emo nightmare” and freaking “JDelightful’’ which I think was a heathers reference but then they were blocking the sidewalk and you know how I hate walking on grass and the green one started saying something about kinks and the red one was yelling something about that being inappropriate before getting closer and saying something about my hair and I just- I don’t know it was way too much so then I lost it when I got back here and- and yeah… then you did the whole tapping thing and I invaded your personal space and you told me to stay and now… now were here I guess…” Virgil mumbles, finishing his story but staying curled against Logan, counting his heartbeats until Logan speaks.
“Mmm, I’m sorry. That does sound like quite the day.” He responds.
Virgil sighs, “Yeah… it’s pretty alright now though…”
Logan is quiet for a bit, clearly contemplating something. Virgil doesn’t interrupt, besides sitting like this with Logan is rather warm, he wouldn’t do anything to disrupt that.
“Let’s get McDonalds.” Logan says suddenly, sounding more like a definite and less like a suggestion. Which made zero sense, especially considering-
“Don’t you hate McDonalds because you don’t trust the ‘sanitation or health of the food’?” Virgil asks, repeating a bit of the conversation the two had weeks ago when discussing the food Virgil had brought home to the dorm after a stressful test-filled day.
“Yes, well, your impeccable memory aside, I have noticed that when you have a bad day you tend to get greasy food because you have a high metabolism and rarely eat lunch anyway. Thus you know that eating poorly wont cause negative weight gain. I also noticed that you have stopped eating McDonalds here in the doom after our friendly debate over it a few weeks ago. Though I have noticed salt on your hands a handful of times you return home, particularly after a bad day. This leads me to believe you just eat it somewhere else before you get back so that you don’t worry me. Seeing as you currently have no salt on your hands now I can easily say that you have not yet had mcdonalds and synonymously have not had lunch either. And it’s two in the afternoon. Lunchtime.” Virgil blinks for a moment, genuinely shocked and touched by the amount of care and attention Logan had put into Virgil. Virgil slowly shifted from where he was laying against Logan’s chest to look at Logan. Logan saw Virgil’s awe and couldn’t suppress the blush that perked up into his cheeks at how adorable the expression looked on his purple haired roommate. “McDonalds?” He repeats, it’s a question this time but Virgil doesn’t need to hear it.
His awe fades and there is a brief moment of something that flashes through Virgil’s gray eyes. Logan tries to place it, almost like mischief- before Logan can finish the thought there is a strong pull to his tie, yanking his hight advantage down to the man in his arms. Virgil’s lips are on his… soft, sweet, and eternally surprising to Logan, who believed he hadn’t done anything to warrant abnormal– dare he say romantic gestures from his closest companion.
To Virgil he had done everything. He cared. He noticed. Not to mention he was goddamn intelligent and hot. Virgil is blushing as he separates, he drops the tie and rubs the back of his neck avoiding the nerd’s eyes in fear of rejection. “I- ha sorry I’m not really sure what happened there I um- got nervous I guess ha we can- we can pretend this never happened because well because it probably didn’t I was stressed or whatever and you dont like me ha so- um yeah- yeah- I…” Virgil’s eyes flicker hesitantly back up to see why Logan is being so quiet all of a sudden. Virgil can’t stifle the laugh that escapes him, nor can he hide the blush on his cheeks. Logan seems to be frozen, staring with the dopiest, dorkiest smile imaginable and the brightest blush on his cheeks. Virgil waves a hand in front of his face, snapping him from his stupor to focus on Virgil again. “I- uh hi.”
“Greetings and Salutations.” Logan responds, smiling and blushing still on his face, though this time they were directed at Virgil, causing the other to stay blushing.
“You um. You okay?” Virgil asks, shifting awkwardly in Logan’s lap as the other looks down at him in pure, uncut adoration.
“Yes, Virgil, I have emotions for you that are in no way platonic.” Logan says, his smile is still there, as is the blush, making Virgil’s insecurities think he is joking at first.
“Ha, wow L, really telling it to me straight.” Virigl attempts to play it off, only to get the most adorable look of serious confusion from logan.
“No, you are misunderstanding. I am very much a homosexual Virgil, I am telling you I am gay. And currently, I am very gay for you specifically.” Logan says, clarifying for Virgil. Virgil tries to make sense of this. Yes Logan was always very to the point, yes he always spoke his mind and was adorably clueless on most pop culture references. Of course there was also no doubt in the fact that he always managed to simultaneously send Virgil’s stomach into a torrent of butterflies and ground him with the warmth of his voice.
“No that’s not what I- I didn’t mean you were straight I um- wait… ‘for me specifically’ what does that-“ Virgil tries and fails to voice his thoughts, Logan interrupts with a crystal clear question.
“Would you like to form a romantic relationship with me?” Logan asks simply, not wanting to cause Virgil any more mental strain around the subject or Logan’s words. “If that kiss was driven by stress and panic then I have no issue with you saying no. But typically actions like that are thought about in the mind before being acted upon or triggered by a stressful situation. In which case it is important to note that I have had inexplicable feelings in relation to you that Patton referred to last week as a ‘head over heels crush’ which I am still unaware what that means but-” Logan tables, it’s possible Virigl will say yes, there is nothing gainst that of course, him misunderstanding things is a likely circumstances, especially considering this is Logan. He frequently makes these mistakes… Virgil stops his words and his thoughts with a single quiet word.
“Yes.” Virgil says, causing Logan to pause. The two stare at each other for a moment before Logan smiles again, leaning down this time to meet Virgil’s lips. This kiss is deeper, more emotion flows between the two, breaths sealed in promise. When they part, they are both smiling, Virgil’s anxiety and Logan’s burnout forgotten.
“McDonalds?” Logan asks with a smirk.
“McDonalds.” Virgil replies with a grin.
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