Hi! It’s Your Friendly Neighborhood Remile Anon. Kinda Panicking Over A Photography Assignment And

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.