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Fanfiction Pt. 1 (Intrulogical)

(Prompt by the epic _Oatmeal___837

Prompt (very summarised): Logan and Remus, just chilling, and after a long convo, Logan spills his dark secret of writing Sherlock Holmes fanfic. DUN DUN DUUUUUN!

Crack/fluff

Tw: Remus (gore, sex references, swearing, the likes)

I will be writing from different POVs, let's see how this turns out!

Enjoy!)

(Logan POV)

It was a generic Saturday afternoon in winter in Florida. A stifling hot day, so all the air cons and fans were on.

I sat on the sofa, reading my favourite book by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle; a Sherlock Holmes story, The Hound of the Baskervilles. A true literature piece. One of the only things Roman and I agree on is how amazing Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is at writing mystery stories.

"Logan?" A head on my lap said. That head was attached to a body, dressed in a sparkly Stuart-era duke outfit in black and green.

"Yes, Remus?" I said, not taking my eyes off my book.

"Did you know that dogs like squeaky toys because it reminds them of a small animal being killed?" Remus said cheerfully.

I stopped reading. "Have you told Patton?"

"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'.

"Good. Don't tell Patton."

"Okay, whatever you say!"

Remus went on to ramble about how Genghis Khan helped the environment, actually reducing carbon levels, by killing such a large number of people in his wake, so their farmlands became forests.

'Why do I love you?' I thought to myself.

"Hey, are you reading Sherlock Holmes?" Remus said, craning his head to see what I was reading.

"The Hound of the Baskervilles, actually."

"Ooh. Sherlock is so hot in the series."

"What?" I said, bemused, looking down at Remus.

"Yeah, y'know, Benedict Cumberbatch! So goddam hot, bro! Totally fu-" I gently covered Remus' mouth, trying to prevent him from saying it. You could still hear the word, muffled, from underneath my hand.

Suddenly I felt something wet on my hand. I pulled it away, sharply.

"Did you just lick my hand?" Remus gave me a shit-eating grin.

"You asked for it."

I wiped my hand on my pant leg, disgusted. "Gross." Remus chuckled at my response.

"Anyway, back to Hotlock Holmes. I wanna be in one of his mysteries, y'know. Maybe as the super-cool villain, like Moriarty."

"I enjoy the way the story is written. I've tried to write my own Sherlock stories!" I said proudly, not know what I meant.

"...you write fanfiction?" Remus asked. My face fell in realisation.

"NO! No! I don't, I swear!"

"Lying isn't a great colour on you, sweetie." I internally blushed at the word 'sweetie'.

"Fine, I write Sherlock fanfic."

"O what?"

"Wattpad, AO3, Quotev, that kinda stuff. Please don't tell anyone, Rem."

"Oh look at the time-"

"Don't-"

"I have to go! Thomas needs me for something BYEEE! JANUS!" Remus screamed, running out of the living room.

Maybe he won't tell Janus?

No, I'm doomed.

I'll get my revenge later...

(That was fun to write. I went online and looked up strange and disturbing facts for this, y'know.

I sacrificed my sleep for this. Be proud.

Welp, anyway, hope y'all enjoyed!

Take it easy, patties!)