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Love on Open Waters: Chapter 1: The Capture

Prologue

Word Count: 1,419

Five Years Later

Patton smiled at Roman. “Alright, kiddo, time for bed.”

Roman looked up at him from his position on the bed. “Do you think Virgil will come back soon?”

Patton patted his head, dipping down to place a brief kiss on his forehead. “I don’t know, young prince. Maybe one day.” He walked to the door, leaving it open just a crack but turning the light out as he went.

Patton walked down the corridor, checking to make sure the other castle residents didn’t need anything. He went up a floor and did the same thing there, checking in on the king in his study and informing him of the time. He was thanked and sent on his way. He stepped through the main spaces, checking the other studies and the main living areas to make sure that everything was in place and that the maids had done their jobs to the best of their ability.

When that was done, he made his way over to the servants’ quarters and checked in on everyone. He sped up when he got to the maids’ quarters, not wanting to be caught in conversation with a certain person. He walked at a slightly faster pace, exhausted and wanting to get to bed before much else happened that night. His mind ran through all the projects he still had to do, the mending he wanted to do on his favorite suit jacket but also the new skirt he was planning on making.

His distracted thoughts had him slowing down until he almost ran into the one person he was trying to avoid. She stepped back but blocked his path in the narrow corridor. “Where are you off to, Patton?” Gaelle’s voice was higher than it was when talking to anyone else as she tried to put on an accent she thought he liked. Gaelle was someone that was under the impression that Patton was anything but exclusively gay. She seemed to have some sort of obsessive crush on him despite him wanting nothing to do with her.

Patton sighed. “Gaelle, I’m tired. I just wanna go to bed. Maybe do a bit of sewing first.”

She frowned and he knew he’d said something to displease her. “You know, sewing isn’t a very manly thing to do.”

Patton closed his eyes and nodded. “You tell me this every time you see me. And every time, I could not possibly care less about your opinion. I must, once again, inform you that I am not romantically inclined toward you. If I am to be blunt, I’m not even platonically inclined to like you. So, if you don’t stop harassing me every night and let me pass, you won’t have a job in the morning.” His voice had changed from tired to a honey smooth tone that meant he was extremely upset but wouldn’t show it.

She scoffed, not hearing the danger in his voice. “You can’t do that.”

He dropped the ‘customer service’ smile he’d been maintaining and gave her a look that was deadly. “Not only do I have the ear of the king, I’m still your boss. Either leave me alone, or pack your bags.”

She scoffed again but moved to the side. Patton gave her a tight lipped smile and passed, going on to his room. He stretched when he finally closed the door behind him, reveling in the feeling of dropping his mental burdens at the door. 

He moved away from his bedroom door and toward the small balcony that overlooked the ocean a few miles away. He leaned against the railing, trying to get lost in thought as he stared at the shifting water. Just as he was relaxing, an arm wrapped around his waist, a hand coming up to cover his mouth with a cloth. He tried to shout but made the mistake of breathing in. His vision faded as he clawed at his attacker, who simply held him until he passed out.

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Patton woke with a headache. The ground shifted under him, constantly in a rocking motion. He raised a hand to his temple only to find that he wasn't bound. He stood and looked around the small room. There was a bed that he’d woken up on that was tucked into a nook of the wall, a desk that was attached to the wall with a chair which was attached to that by leather straps for arms, and an empty shelf above the desk. Looking around the small wall, Patton found a trunk sitting at the base and a hook for a coat on the wall.

He took a few steps forward, the cabin wasn’t very wide, and tried the door, only to find it locked. Sitting on the bed, he wondered what was happening to him.

He didn’t have long to wait before the sound of a key in the lock reached his ears and a man entered. The first thing Patton noticed about him was how tall he was, barely fitting through the door. He had on a long dark green coat that went down to his knees, a grey shirt that was open to halfway down his chest and revealed his chest hair, and loose fitting black pants with a sword on his hip. When he came into the light, Patton noticed that he wasn’t as tall as he’d thought, having a large and dirty green hat with a feather in it on. His boots were simple work boots, the kind that Patton had often seen on the hired help that came to the castle for a quick paycheck.

When the man came into the room and shut the door behind him, it took Patton a minute for his vision to adjust again as the green-clad man took a seat in the desk chair, taking off the hat as he did so. Patton noticed his hair was a bleached brown, his skin tan from the sun, he wore a mustache darker than the rest of his hair, and his right iris was almost white compared to his dark green left eye.

“Can you guess why you’re here?” The man’s gruff voice brought Patton’s attention back to the situation at hand.

Patton sighed. “Sir, I don’t even know where here is, let alone what I’ve done to deserve this.” He tried to put his usual authority into his voice to hide how badly it was shaking.

The man nodded. “You’re being held for ransom. You’ve harbored a person I have interest in for too long and I intend to have them back. Thus, you are going to write home and tell them that until they hand over the mer or a sum of money to his equivalent to make up for the loss of revenue, you are staying with me.”

Patton furrowed his brow. “The mer?” He thought for a moment but soon realized there was only one new addition to the household recently that would constitute such actions from someone. “Virgil,” he said under his breath.

“So you do know who I’m talking about,” the man said, a note of triumph in his voice.

Patton nodded. “Unfortunately, I don’t know where he is.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”

Patton shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “Virgil did indeed stay with us for four months. However, he disappeared a day or so before my capture and, as far as I know, has yet to return. I can’t give up a location I don’t know.”

The man nodded and slapped his thighs before standing and putting his hat back on. “In that case, I’ll be back with food in a few minutes.”

Patton reached out a hand but didn’t touch him. “Wait! Am I at least allowed to know the name of the man keeping me prisoner?”

The man didn’t turn around but did speak. “Remus Cadoc, Captain Remus Cadoc.” He left without waiting for a response.

Patton sat in the locked room for what felt like a half hour before the door opened again. This time, it was someone else bearing a tray of food. Unlike Captain Cadoc, this sailor didn’t seem to have any weapons on his person. The man put the tray on the desk and doffed an imaginary hat at Patton. “Cap’n got caught up in work and couldn’t bring this to ya but told me to do it.”

Patton thanked him and stood. “May I know your name?”

He smiled. “The name’s Apollo Aiman. What’s yours?”

“Patton Hope.”

Chapter 2

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It’ll Be Okay

Ok, forewarning, I really had no idea where this is going to go. I was going to do one where everyone was acting, but I felt that that was an easy way out, so... I hope this is descent! I’m not used to writing Roceit, so I hope this is ok!

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Warnings: self-hate, crying, angst to fluff (let me know if i need to add anything!)

Pairings: Roceit

Summary: Janus and Roman talk after the video.

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The glee that Janus felt from being accepted was slowly wearing off, (well, not fully accepted, but having Thomas and most likely Patton, of all sides, accept him was definitely a step in the right direction.) and other emotions started to hit him. Embarrassment for some of the things he had said to Thomas in his glee, nervousness to see how Virgil would react to him being more active, anxiousness to tell Remus -.

Oh Roman, thank god you don’t have a mustache. Otherwise between you and Remus, I wouldn’t know who the evil twin was.

Janus froze in his steps.

“Did – did… I say that?” He whispered, putting a hand to his mouth as he felt his heartbeat speed up. Guilt sheered through him. How could he say that? To his crush no less? To the hero of the Mindscape?

“Say what Double D?” Remus asked, walking into the Dark Side Livingroom. Janus stared at Remus. Roman and him were not alike. Yes they looked similar, but all the sides did. They were both creative, but their interests differed so much. They held themselves differently. They acted differently.

“Dee?” Remus asked, walking closer, hesitant.

“I was accepted partially.” Janus whispered. Remus tilted his head to the point it was laying on his shoulder.

“That’s good! Right?” He asked. Janus nodded slightly.

“But I screwed up.” He gasped, and Remus put a hand on his shoulder, grounding him.

“JD?” Remus whispered. Janus inhaled slowly.

“You know those things we said that we would never say?” Janus asked. Remus nodded.

“Like you said you wouldn’t mention the King or say I was evil or -.”

“Yes. Like those. I – messed up and said something to Roman I shouldn’t have.” Janus admitted. It was so easy to tell the truth when Remus, a side unable to lie, grounded him. His truth seemed to ebb into Janus.

“Janus. Did you compare him to me?” Remus asked, pulling away abruptly.

“No.” He lied, his… curse flowing back into him.

“Janus! Even I don’t bring that up! What the hell?” Remus scolded.

“He insulted my name and there was just so much anger in the room and I was just so…. I put myself out there again and he -.” Janus tried to explain, but he knew that there was no good excuse. Yes, Roman had hit a very sensitive part, but Janus had cut.

“Dee you need to talk to him. He won’t come to you. You know just as much as I do that Thomas needs Roman.” Remus growled. Janus flinched as the anger and hurt in Roman’s eyes flashed before him.

“How? I need your help.”

“No you don’t. You’re Deceit, but also Self-preservation. You can do this, Dee. Do you want him to hate you? You were a blushing mess after filming that courtroom scene. After the anger subsided, at least.” Remus muttered.

“Remus you didn’t see him -.” Janus tried to say. Remus held up a hand.

“Don’t care.” Janus felt his stomach drop as he was forced into the Imagination. Damn it Remus. He looked around, trying to see if there was any path. He looked up, but the sky was blocked by clouds. Dark, dark clouds. Worry wormed its way into Janus.

“Roman?” He called. This wasn’t what he had seen of Roman’s side of the Imagination before. Even when it was night, it was always bright and beautiful. As Janus walked farther into the Imagination, he noticed that the dirt beneath him slowly turned to sand and the trees around him grew thinner and few and far between. He froze as he saw a vast ocean before him. His mouth dropped and slowly started to walk toward it.

The ocean was unnerving. It was very dark blue, almost like the color of the sky right before it goes black and as Janus started to walk toward it, he realized that he couldn’t see anything beneath the waves. It was pitch black and when Janus touched it, he jumped back. This isn’t water. Its… oil?

Janus whipped around, trying to find Roman.

“Roman! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” He yelled, “Roman!” He started to run along the beach, yelling louder and louder. He tripped, but caught himself as he saw an orange light ahead.

Janus started to run faster.

Soon, a figure appeared in front of him. It was crouched near the ocean, curled up into a ball. Another, glowing orange figure stood behind the smaller figure.

“Get away from him!” Janus shouted, lunging at Anger. The outcast Dark Side’s head whipped to the side just as Janus tackled him to the ground.

“Janus?” Anger shouted, struggling against the deceitful side, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see Roman and try and apologize. What do you think you’re not doing here?” Janus snarled as Anger rolled them over. He tried to stand up but Janus kicked his legs out from under him and anger fell with a yelp. Janus stood up and walked over to the dazed Roman, his eyes slightly orange and tears streaming down his face. He stood between the two Sides.

“I’m helping Roman. And from what he’s told me, you and the others really hurt him.” Anger grinned, trying to walk closer.

“Back off. You’re not helping him by making him fester in his anger.” Janus said. Anger paused.

“I wasn’t doing that. I was really trying to -.”

“Bull. Shit. I know you Anger. Fuck off.” Janus ordered, forcing Anger to cover his mouth. Anger scowled at him and his free hand clenched into a fist.

“Fime.” Anger muttered, “But I’m gona be beck. You hvn’t won.” He said from behind his hand before vanishing. Janus panted, adrenaline rushing though his body. He whipped around and knelt next to Roman.

“Roman. Roman, don’t-.” He stopped and collected himself, “Roman focus on me. Please.” After a few blinks, Roman’s eyes returned to normal, but still tearful. He inhaled sharply, as if coming back to life, and started coughing. Janus rubbed his back, trying to calm him and help him breathe.

“Deceit…? What are you doing here?” Roman muttered in a raspy voice, some anger still in his voice.

“I… Roman I wanted to say sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things.” Janus whispered. Roman narrowed his eyes.

“You – what? No. Deceit, I provoked you. I – I’m the one in the wrong. I was supposed to be the good prince. I protect everyone! Yet I hurt you. I didn’t make you feel safe. I’ve hurt everyone. I hurt Logan. I hurt Virgil. I hurt Patton and Thomas. I hurt you and my brother. I’m worse than my brother. He knows when to stop when it really counts.” He paused, “He’d be a better light side.” Roman shook his head, and thunder rumbled overhead. Janus shivered at the cold wind. He sat down and turned Roman to look at him. His sad eyes broke Janus’ heart. Roman refused to meet his eyes.

“Roman, no.” Janus grabbed Roman’s arm gently, “You are still the prince of the Mindscape. But even princes mess up.”

“Not as badly as me. I’m always screwing up, Deceit. I can’t do anything right. I’m not chivalrous. I’m the villain.” Roman muttered.

“Ok, that is a big ass lie.” Janus said. Roman raised an eyebrow.

“But… you nodded when I looked at you after Thomas said I was still his hero.”

“Yes, because he was telling the truth.” Roman blinked.

“Wh…what?”

“I sense lies, which means I know when someone is telling the truth. Everything you just said about yourself was a lie, Roman! And Thomas loves you. All of us do! We wouldn’t be full without you.” Janus said, grabbing Roman’s hand. Roman didn’t pull away, he just looked at Janus, the smallest bit of hope in his eyes.

“Roman, I know you’ve been hurting for so long. Those lies… they’re old. Roman, I’m so sorry. I know I hurt you and I probably made the lies worse. Can… I show you what we really see?” He stood up, brushed himself off and reached out his hand once again.

“Can you trust me?” Janus whispered. Roman exhaled and shook his head but reached up to grab Janus’ hand.

“That’s not the saying.” Roman muttered somewhat lightheartedly.

“I know. But I didn’t want to steal your thing.” Janus winked, trying to lighten the mood. Roman rolled his eyes, but Janus noticed the sky grow a bit brighter. Janus pulled Roman up and they sunk out together.

They reappeared in Janus’ room. It was a dimly lit room with gray walls. Gold stars and sparkles were decorated on the wall. Along one of his walls was a huge terrarium which held his snakes. His room was sparse, but it was comfortable. Janus sat Roman down on his bed and stood in front of him.

“What are we doing here?” Roman asked.

“My room enhances my being. Just like everyone else’s. Virgil’s enhances anxiety. Logan’s enhances logic. And so on. Mine though, has two enhancements. It can make people lie or take away their ability to lie. Right now, I think we need truth.” He snapped his fingers, and the stars along his wall started to glow gold.

“I didn’t know you could to this.” Roman gasped, looking around. Janus smiled.

“There are a lot of things you all don’t know about me.” Roman flinched.

“Like your name….” He muttered, “and I made you feel bad by making fun of it.”

“I forgive you, Roman.”

“What?”

“I forgive you. You are beautiful. You are loved. You are worthy.” Janus stated, walking closer to Roman. Roman started to tear up and shook his head.

“I – I’m not-.” Roman gasped. Janus grabbed his face in his hands.

“You’re lost. It’s ok. I was lost once too, but thanks to all of you, life sucks less now.” Janus started to sing softly. Roman’s tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“You feel low. It’s ok. You don’t need to save face in any case. I embrace you. None of us hate you. Everybody’s got flaws but with no you at all we’re incomplete.” Janus wiped Roman’s tears away.

“Now you see. Everybody goes wrong and I put in song so it’s easier to hear it. This puzzle’s tough.”

Roman nodded and added sadly.

“But in time we’ll find where everything fits.” Janus tilted his head and wiped away Roman’s tears with his thumb.

“That’s right. You belong here. We all do. We’re not perfect. You’re not perfect. But that’s ok. Because we’re human.” He whispered.

“I’m just so confused.” Roman said, “My world is falling apart, and I can’t keep up.” Janus sat next to Roman on the bed.

“Let’s look at the facts then.” Janus said, “I’ll go first. My name is Janus and yours is Roman. You are creativity. Thomas loves you. I….” He drifted off.

“You…?”

“I have a crush on you. Yes even after what you said. People fight.” Janus said, waving a hand.

“You can still -.”

“Yes! Oh god Roman, yes. I want to help you realize how lovable you are. Now you say some facts.”

“Uh. Thomas is accepting you guys. The world is not black and white, which is hard for me to understand at times, but I’m trying. You’re here. I’m… still a hero.” Roman whispered.

“Yep, good. That’s good Roman.”

“I… like you too.”

“Ah-. Roman you don’t have to say that.” Janus blushed.

“You’re room is prohibiting me from lying, right? That’s part of the reason I’m beating myself up so much. I like you and I made fun of you. I fucked up and I ruined my chance -.” Roman started to ramble.

“No you didn’t. Like I said, everyone fights. But that doesn’t mean you are terrible.” Janus said, keeping his hands on Roman’s cheeks and staring into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Janus.”

“I forgive you, Roman Prince. Guardian of the Mindscape. Holder of Thomas’ dreams. Gay beauty -.” Janus was cut off as Roman surged forward and kissed him. Janus started and froze. Roman pulled back immediately.

“I’m sorry, I just got caught up and I didn’t think-.” Roman turned away, blushing. Janus grabbed his face softly and pulled him back.

“I didn’t mind.” He whispered against Roman’s lips, then gave Roman a soft kiss.

“What does this mean?” Roman asked. Janus hummed.

“I would love to be with you, Roman. But I’m also willing to go slow. In fact, I think we should. This is new.” Janus said softly, gripping Roman’s hand. Roman nodded, and his small smile, looked genuine. It warmed Janus’ heart to see that smile. He hadn’t seen it in so long. No one had.

“I love you, Janus.” Roman whispered, pressing his head into Janus’ shoulder. Janus held the shaking prince close.

“I love you too, Roman.”

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Colliding Worlds

Day 15 of @tsshipmonth2020 Fluffuary

Ship: Dukexiety

AU: Siren/Sailor

Word Count: 1939

Summary: Remus had never liked staying still. He was restless, and sailing on the ocean was a decent reprieve, but sometimes it just became too much.

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Remus stood on the bow of the ship, feeling the ocean breeze tug at his hair, salt stinging his skin. He hung from a rope with one hand, trying to get as close to the water as he could without falling in.

So close, he could almost hear the waves crashing against the side of the hull. Since he was born, Remus had been hard of hearing. Everything was garbled and muted, like his ears were constantly full of water. But being on the ocean, there was a clarity he could never get while on land.

He’d grown up in a landlocked little village with his mother and twin brother. The biggest mass of water he’d seen as a child were the puddles on the dirt road after a heavy rain. So when they traveled to a port town when Remus was fourteen, the sheer size of the ocean had simultaneously excited and terrified him.

And that night they were scheduled to go back home, Remus left a note on his pillow and ran off to join the crew of whatever ship would take him.

He had been a stowaway at first, hiding in the cargo hold and simply letting the rocking of the boat lull his heartbeat into a steady rhythm. Sometimes he was caught and put to work, often with a beating as well, but Remus didn’t care. As long as he was on the sea, he would do what he needed to do.

Remus sighed, pulling himself up with the rope to climb the mast. He was eighteen now, though time passed differently on the water. For the last two years, he’d been sailing on The Dragon Witch, a trading ship captained by a man who called himself Deceit. He was a stern captain, but he appreciated Remus’s love for the sea and his willingness to do the jobs other sailors might not.

He had a little time before his shift started, so he unofficially appointed himself as a lookout until he needed to leave. He took a seat on a beam high above the deck, watching the water sparkle below him.

Then he heard a sound carrying over the water, clearer than anything else ever was. There was only one thing that he could hear that easily, and he immediately grabbed the rope to swing down onto the main deck, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“SIREN!”

The call stopped everyone in their tracks for a moment before the call was repeated, echoed by dozens of voices as those on deck scrambled for wax to fill their ears and evade the enchantment of the siren’s song.

Remus ran along, into the cabins to warn everyone on the ship to plug their ears. Then he burst into the captain’s quarters, startling Deceit who had been pondering over a book of accounts.

“Siren, captain! Straight ahead!” Remus reported, and Deceit swore loudly, slamming his desk.

“Damn it! We’re coming up on difficult terrain, I need everyone at full capacity!”

Remus shrugged. “I’m just the messenger!”

Deceit sighed. “I know. Alright, come with me, I’ll need you at the ready.” He scooped a small amount of wax from a pot in his desk drawer, hanging a glob of it to Remus as he passed him.

The teenager followed him, splitting the wax into two pieces and rolling them between his fingers, fiddling with it for as long as he could. He hated the wax, it deafened the one sound that was so clear to him and it felt gross as well.

Not to mention, siren song didn’t actually affect him. He didn’t know why, but he knew from one of the first times he stowed away on a ship. A siren had been sighted in their path, but there was of course no wax to be found deep in the cargo hold. He’d been captivated, yes, but in the way one might admire a particularly good performer. Never once had a siren song put him under a spell, like the stories told.

If he didn’t put the wax in, the other sailors would shout at him. But he needed to be able to hear Deceit’s orders, so he might have accidently dropped the pieces of wax as he ran after the captain up to the main deck.

If Deceit noticed, he didn’t say anything. The captain moved swiftly to the railing, looking out at their path with a narrowed gaze. Remus followed closely behind, letting the siren song crash into him like the waves. There was something different about it, compared to what he remembered from years ago. The song had a different... intent behind it, that was the only way he could explain it.

“Captain, I don’t think the siren is trying to crash us--”

“Well it’s going to if it doesn’t stop!” Deceit shouted back, waving him off. Remus sneered at the back of his head, huffing angrily.

“It’s not trying to lure us in!”

Deceit spun on his heel, getting in Remus’s face. “And how do you know? Do you speak siren now?!”

“I...!” Remus bit his tongue, shutting his mouth tightly. Even though he knew the captain usually liked him, he shouldn’t push his luck. Especially in a high stakes situation like this. Even if the siren wasn’t trying to lure then, most people would be enchanted by the song regardless.

Deceit pushed past him, the crew members looking up at the figure in black as he waved a series of hand gestures, indicating the sail position he wanted to steer them through the rocky banks they were approaching.

Remus backed away quietly, behind a stack of equipment to temporarily be hidden from view. The siren was still singing, and it was louder than ever. It was awakening something in him, that feeling he’d had since before he could remember. The wanderlust that had been dormant until this moment was raging like a heavy storm, and it was all he could do to not throw himself overboard right there.

Why was the song affecting him like this? Years ago, when the song had been calling to lure in food for the creature, there had been no reaction. It hadn’t been muffled by the hull of the ship, so he knew it couldn’t be that.

But this call was different. The siren wasn’t singing to attract food, it was singing to attract a mate.

Remus shook his head harshly, hitting his temples with his palms. Where did that come from?! How could he possibly know that?! And why, if that was true, would he be reacting to it?!

The pull was only getting stronger, and Remus knew he couldn’t hold on anymore. He put his boot up on the railing, standing tall and letting the breeze rush past him.

“Remus! What are you doing?!” From a distance, he heard Deceit’s stern voice calling after him, but it was too late. Remus let himself tip forward and fall from the side of the ship, hitting the water with a huge splash.

Almost immediately he could feel a burning sensation start in his toes, spreading up his legs and into his torso until his whole body was on fire.

He tried to suck in a breath and choked as water flowed into his lungs. He tried to cough harder, but it only made the problem worse. His vision was blurred and dimming around the edges from the pain.

Until suddenly, he could breathe again. Remus blinked, gasping in gulps and holding his hand against his burning chest. The teenager looked down and forgot how to take another breath.

Where his legs had just been, there was now a dark forest green tail, long and curling around itself loosely in the water. Lifting his soaked shirt, he saw his skin had gained a hard finish, almost like armor. Reaching up to his neck, he felt gills against his fingertips, and when he ran his tongue across his teeth he could feel that they had sharpened into little knife blades.

He was... a siren... but how?

It was then that Remus remembered a story his mother had told him as a child. One about his great-grandfather, who had fallen in love with a siren and eventually married her. How they had three children - one fully human, one a siren, and one that rested somewhere in between.

And about how his mother - and by extension, him and his brother - were descendants of that in between child. Born both of land and sea, torn between two worlds.

Well, with this, Remus had chosen his side. And he found that he didn’t regret it in the slightest.

As he looked around, he realized that he could still clearly hear the song, though it sounded more nuanced than it had before. He could hear notes echoing through the water, resonating through his body in a way that they hadn’t been before.

Remus grinned, baring his teeth as he took off towards the source of the song, his tail propelling him through the water faster than the ship. In only a few moments he was approaching the rocky shore of a small island, and the siren perched on one of the boulders on the beach.

His skin was pale, a contrast to his dark purple and black tail. It was almost metallic, with how it glittered in the afternoon sun.

Remus breached the water and the song washed over him. On instinct, he opened his mouth and let his own melody join the other siren.

They sang together for several minutes, harmonizing in twisting, haunting melodies before the song faded away, and finally the other siren turned around and Remus saw he had the most piercing gray eyes he’d ever seen.

“Beautiful...” Remus breathed, and the other siren blinked.

“You’re... you’re not...”

Remus pulled himself forward slightly, grinning. “Not what? A siren? Cause I think I am! I’m not sure though, this is all pretty new to me. I mean, just ten minutes ago I thought I was still human!”

“Did you... come from that ship?” The siren asked, moving away from Remus cautiously when Remus nodded.

“Yup! I heard your singing and I warned everyone! Siren song doesn’t normally affect me but this time it did, and when I jumped in the water I turned into this!”

The other blinked, then he covered his mouth and started shaking. Remus worried he was going to run away - swim away? - until he heard him draw in a breath and realized that the siren was laughing at him!

“You’re insane! No way that’s true!”

“Why are you laughing?! I’m telling the honest truth!” Remus insisted, but that only seemed to make him laugh harder.

“Because I was singing to find a mate! That means you completely changed species and threw away your entire life because you got horny!”

Remus only took a moment to process that, flashing him a cheeky grin. “I’ve done crazier things when I’ve gotten horny!”

That just made the siren snort, and Remus joined him in laughter.

“I’m Remus, by the way!”

The other siren continued to giggle, looking up at Remus with those gorgeous gray eyes. “Virgil.”

“So, Virgil, I’m new at this... since we sang together, does that mean we’re married now?”

Virgil threw a pebble at him, hitting him square in the forehead.

“Definitely not!”

Remus pouted, snapping his fingers. “Darn. Well then, mind teaching me where I went wrong?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, moving to enter the water. “Let’s see if you can keep up first, before you start courting me.”

“You’re on!”

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Three!!!

Word Count: 6875

TW: Remus, Janus, cursing, ocean critters, think that’s it

Pairings: dukeceit, logince, I think mentioned moxiety, familial creativitwins, platonic everyone else with everyone else, a nice bit of parental Remus and Thomas.

Notes: It gets gay!!!!! Finally!!!! Also skirts!!!! We learn more about Thomas, who is baby TBH hes just like, Remus good boy and I agree. these two have a very close mentorship, Remus has been there for for several years and Thomas has pretty much adopted him. They have one of my favorite dynamics in this. A lot of angst comes shortly after this so enjoy the soft gays while you can.

Summary: Remus is gay and smitten. Roman is as well. The two battle to woo their brothers best friend and both succeed. Soft boys going on dates and being in love. Remus rants a bit.

By the time that they all finish dinner, Remus is more than a little excited to show Janus his lizard friends. Janus is so nice and cute and he has an interest in reptiles, and the book he wrote for the musical in progress, and god he's in love. Roman gives him permission to run off without him while he and Patton engage in ‘civilized’ conversation. So he shows Janus his room, and heck he's bringing a cute boy into his room god this is filthy, disgusting worse than the worst most cuddly pornos that he's ever sat through, this is intimate and Remus feels like his blood is going to boil. He smiles instead though, because Janus is squealing and bouncing and looking at all the little guys in the tanks and he so desperately looks like he wants to hold one but he bounces in place while sounding like a balloon with a leak.

“You want to hold one?”

“More than anything!”

Remus walks over to the tank and tries to pull out a small gecko, but his only snake slithers out and coils his arm before he could. He laughs at it, petting its little head softly and he's almost knocked unconscious by the pure joy on Janus’ face. His eyes are damn near sparkling, his bouncing has stilled as his jaw dropped.

“This little guy is a Kenyan sand boa, he's actually the only scaly friend I've ever gotten from a rescue, the rest of these guys are just local pals. His name is Amadeus. Wanna hold him?”

“Yessssssss!!!!”

Remus guided Amadeus to slither up Janus’ arm. He ended iup coiling around his neck loosely and Remus could see the effort Janus was exerting to not get too excited. He petted the snake gently, stars in his eyes as the snake seemed to lick him.

“I love him!”

“He seems to like you too”

“I’m sorry I’m being so childish heh, I just, I lose my composure with animals I guess. And theater. I suck at keeping up this uh, facade I guess I can call it”

“Why would you? You're cute like this”

Janus froze and Remus nearly backpedaled on his words before Janus broke out in a huge blush with a matching grin. He swept the bangs that were sticking out from his beanie to the side of his face as he looked back at Remus.

“Do you want to go get coffee at some point? I mean uh, we can, we can talk about the musical some more and uh, maybe I can convince you to strike up a deal of some sort?”

Remus blinked and smiled back at him. He pulled out his phone and looked at something before changing it and handing it over to jay.

“I've got a class tomorrow and then work, and I'm bringing home an octopus so I probably can't do coffee tomorrow, but how does dinner sound?”

Janus took the phone and saw a new contact page pulled up. He smiled as he entered the information and sent a standard text and handed it back.

“That sounds even better! I'm free after 4 tomorrow!”

“How does 7 sound? I'm technically back at 5:30 but I want to be here for a bit in case shit goes sideways with Cephy”

“Sounds like a date! Er, um, a plan! Sounds like... a plan..!”

“God you're gonna have to stop being so adorable before I turn myself in to the police preemptively. Anyways, Roman might be getting annoyed from having you stolen for so long, so hows about we put back Dee and pick up this convo later?”

“Great idea!”

By the time that they leave the room, Patton is ready to leave, and as jay was his ride, he had to leave as well. The four said their goodbyes, and when he thought Roman wasn't looking, Janus mimed a little ‘call me’ motion to Remus and he nearly melted as the two left. Remus flopped onto the couch, and subsequently Roman, when the door closed with a sigh.

“You've already stolen him haven't you?”

“Were going to dinner tomorrow”

“Of course you are. I'm going to have to help you get ready aren't i?”

“Yup. and I'll make dinner on Saturday and Sunday as a thank you”

“And as payment for skimping on your original day”

“Yeah sure”

~

Remus wasn’t panicking, of course not, he was totally chill. It's just that he was bringing home an octopus at the end of his shift and then he was going on a date with a cute boy and he just wasn't used to so much happening in one day. He refocused however. He was wearing his lab coat and was sitting next to the institute's recreation of the coastal ocean with pen and paper in hand. He was recording some behaviors in the dolphin they just got, and its differences in behavior compared to their other inhabitants. It was moving slower, and did not seem to like getting close to the walls. He had many questions as he continued to note its peculiarities. Thomas walked in and squatted next to him with a smile.

“You have your inquisitive look on, whats up kid?”

Remus continued to watch the dolphin intently.

“Why is she so scared of the walls?”

“Oh, she was abused by her human caretakers, she's afraid of us still. She also doesn't like our feeding rods, or when we get in to do maintenance. She's just people shy, which isn't too terrible for her or us for the time being. She hasn't lashed out, and it's only a mild inconvenience during feeding times. The longer she's here with the others, the easier it will be, animals are great at encouraging trust in others, its key for survival. But isn't she just so beautiful?”

“Definitely! Hey, weird question, do you ever get transfers from different parts of the world?”

“Sometimes, not often though, they only transfer out of country or state if its a true emergency for the most part, and we aren't really in the hierarchy for those things”

“Hmm. I really want to see an amazon river dolphin. They're so fricken cool!”

“Well, if that's something you want to see about, and you're serious about it, I have some connections with the dolphin research center as well as Clearwater, and I think they both have some that were serious rescue cases. I might be able to set you up for a summer stint if you want?”

“Oh no, no that's fine I just, it's just one of the things that made me want to pursue marine biology. It was an episode of Go Diego Go if you can believe that. They were just, so magical, and I learned more about the ocean and like, the ocean is filled with magic that we don't even know about, and it's just, I dunno. Its a bucket list thing I guess”

“Fair. mine was jellyfish and sea turtles. Finding Nemo”

Remus chuckled at the image of the doctor as a child getting starry eyed at Finding Nemo. He nodded distantly and Thomas fully sat, giving Remus a nudge on the arm.

“What's eating at you kid? You're acting distant today, is something up?”

Remus finally looks at Dr. Sanders at this, a little shocked and confused. He looks back at the water and curls his legs up close to him and lays his head on them.

“A lot is happening and I’m scared I’m going to mess something up”

“Talk to me Re”

“Well, ok so my brother is real into theater, always has been, and he asked me when we were younger to write a musical with him. And, and it's fun, don't get me wrong, but I hate hate hate showing people my writing. And now I'm showing him it regularly, on top of my writing assignments for my creative writing minor. And like, I don't know how to feel about it. But like, it's not just that. Like, I'm a full time worker here now, not an intern, but I'm not even working full time hours, and I feel like I have to prove to you and everyone else that it was worth it but I don’t have the time to put in more hours and it makes me feel so guilty because you're losing money by upping my pay and I don't know, I feel like I'm not doing enough but I know I can't do any more. And then! I'm getting Cephy and like, I know she's gonna be a lot of work, and I'm so ok with that but I’m worried I’m gonna mess up and hurt her or something! And I've got a date with a cute guy tonight and he's my brother's friend and he's so cute and we mesh so well, but I could ruin it, like I always ruin my relationships, and then what if he holds it against Roman? He’ll hate me forever and I don't know what I would do if I lost my brother too, I drive him crazy but I know he still loves me but it makes me want to die thinking about how conditional it could be, even though he's never shown me that that would ever happen it still eats at me and god I'm a mess. God I talked too much I’m sorry boss, I'll shut up now, you didn't need to hear all of that”

Thomas hides the shock and concern on his face, choosing to nod as he rubs a gentle circle in Remus’ back. The two were very very close, they were basically family at this point, Thomas having chosen to be his mentor the moment he met him. He waits a moment to choose his words before speaking.

“I can't pretend that I totally understand your problems, but I'm aware that that isn't what you're looking for. So lets start with something easy. Cephy will not get hurt with you. There is not a single doubt in my mind that you won't be able to, while you were the only applicant, if we didn't know you were responsible enough to care for her with complete certainty and confidence, we would have sent her home with one of our older scientists. This was a long discussion and I know that you will do exactly what you have to to keep her safe. Two, you were not promoted because we needed you to work more. As I've said since you've started here, your studies come first. You were promoted because you did amazing work with what little you are allowed to do as an intern, and we could see that you would do even better with less restrictions. This was meant to give you the ability to learn more and aid in your work ethic. We don't need you to spread yourself too thin so you can work more, we have enough people for you to only work part time”

Remus nodded, he was trying to believe him, he really was, but his head kept turning them around with what ifs. He stayed silent as Thomas paused again.

“Your writing is personal, creative work always is, it is a bearing of your soul and its reasonable to be hesitant in sharing it. Even more so when it's to an overly creative person. But if I know anything about your brother, it's that he is a kind and uncritical person. You don't seem to have any reason to distrust him with it. I know that sometimes your head makes you nervous and casts doubt over others intentions, but it isn't healthy for you to be unable to trust even someone as close as your brother. And, if you let him know your feelings on it all, I'm sure he would be willing to work on it with you. This ties in with the other bit. If you have no reason to believe that something like a break up would cause your brother to hate you, then it's likely not the case. Trust that he values his relationship with you enough to endure the small likelihood of a break up between you and his friend. His friend is a bit of a wild card to you right now but just, give it a shot. It might go better than you can imagine”

Remus felt like he was about to cry. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and took deep breaths. He pulled his hands away and looked at Thomas as he leaned slowly into a hug with the older man. Thomas smiled and wrapped his arms around the other and they sat there a moment in silence.

“Thank you Dr. Sanders”

“This is an emotional moment, call me Thomas”

“... thank you Thomas”

Remus had calmed down and felt far better after his conversation with Thomas, he was pretty zen as he drove home with Cephy on his passenger side. He parked outside he and Roman’s house and dialed Roman’s number. Roman picked up on the second ring.

“You back?”

“Yup. can you get the door for me, I don't want to set Ceph down on the ground”

“On it”

Remus got out of his car, opening the passenger door and lifting the rather small tank carefully in his arms. He felt bad for her getting stuck in such a small carrier tank. He got to the door and saw Roman in the doorway. Roman held out his arms.

“I imagine if I hold the tank I won't have to transfer her into the big one? So hand her over.

Remus chuckled and did so. He slid past then, opening the door to his room and lifting the cover on the big tank. He pulled on plastic gloves and did the same to the carrier. He laughed as Cephy’s arms immediately swung over the side of it. Roman nearly screamed and dropped the thing when one of her tentacles stuck onto him. Luckily he just hummed loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. Remus carefully picked Ceph up, placing her oh so delicately on the little rock shelf near the top before he released her and she dove to the depths of it quickly, swimming around happily, likely glad to have room again. Roman rushed to the bathroom, shouting as he went.

“REMUS CAN I DUMP THIS???”

“GO AHEAD! IF SHE NEEDS TO TRANSFER AGAIN I’LL JUST PUT HER IN IT WHEN ITS EMPTY, SHE CAN SURVIVE OUT OF WATER FOR A BIT”

“WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING SLIMY???”

“SHE'S AN OCTOPUS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT???”

Remus pulled off the gloves and tossed them, placing the tank lid on again before going back to the car to get the rest of her supplies. When he finished unloading, Roman was back out of the bathroom with the tank now placed under the other one in the living room. His hair, which was about shoulder length, was tied up in a hair tie, his bangs pinned up and he was wearing a black crop top with golden print of a crown and shorts. He had a makeup bag in one hand and a hair brush in the other. He had the most sinister smirk on his face.

“K, go take a shower and change into shitty clothes so we can try some faces. Go on! Its 5:45 and I need an hour to get you in order”

Remus opened his mouth and shut it, knowing that Roman was right. He sulked to his room, grabbing some pjs and heading to the bathroom.

“Roman I’m going to look like a clown with all this makeup, why are we even doing this?”

“Because you want to look nice, and you'll look better if you do a little bit of makeup to accentuate your features. And also because you suck at shaving so I'm hiding the welts you gave yourself. He won't want to kiss you if you look like you've been eating out a beehive. Now sit still! We still have to choose your outfit and deal with your hair!”

Remus did as told, pouting as he did so. Roman finally, finally put down the makeup brush. He pulled up a mirror and Remus gasped at his reflection. His face looked clear and smooth, and his cheeks had color. But his eyes were stunning. They were black on the lid, but it faded into a sparkly green shade and gosh Remus loved it.

“I’ll put some lipstick on you when you're done changing. Don’t want to accidentally stain anything”

“Ro I love it!!!!”

“Good. ok clothes next. Where are you guys going?”

Remus blinked and felt himself flush and Roman rolled his eyes. He walked into Remus’ closet with a sigh.

“Typical. Ugh, men. Jay likes anything, he's pretty basic on that, I'd say go to olive garden. Mid Range price but nice aesthetic. Plus he eats bread sticks like an actual snake. He’ll love it. Maybe plan your next date a little more though”

Remus nodded, eternally grateful for the suggestion. He followed Roman as he flipped through his clothes. Roman sighed again.

“You're so lucky I saw his outfit and know it isn't too regal, otherwise I would make you push it to later and buy you new clothes. Here, how about this?”

He pulled out his skull shirt, some ripped jeans, his leather jacket, and his fingerless gloves. Remus smiled.

“He's not against punk?”

“Of fucking course not, did you not see his outfit yesterday? He's a baby pastel punk. He thought you looked good yesterday, he’ll think you’re the sexiest mother fucker tonight if I do this right so get changed”

Remus did so, not caring enough to be modest as he changed in front of his brother. They'd seen each other in less, it didn't matter. He grabbed some socks as well for the outfit, pulling them up before tugging on his jeans. He carefully pulled his shirt over his head, keeping it from hitting his face. He was swinging his arms through his jacket when Roman grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the proper part of his room. He sat down and Roman ruffled his hair before grabbing his hairbrush. 

“Ok so we’re making this look decent. Ok so you’ve got the fucking fade done, so how about the nice swoop?”

“I have no idea what language you're speaking”

“Okay it was a rhetorical question anyways. Lemme grab my gel”

Roman poured a decent heap of gel into his hands, rubbing them together before raking them through Remus’ hair. He then took his comb and moved his hair all over to the right. He pulled a few strands free to fall in his face then pulled away and smiled as he wiped the excess gel off with some wipes. He gestured to the mirror next to Remus and once he looked at it, Remus was once again astounded.

“Roman what the fuck kind of sorcery?”

“I'm a theatre major, I dabble in makeup and hair”

“Dabble???”

“Oh honey you should see Patton at work”

“Roman, grab my docs”

“Which ones?”

Remus knew that while a valid question, it was also meant to tease and he narrowed his eyes at him. He pointed at the ones still on his shelf that had skulls. He rarely wore them, and was ecstatic at having the chance to. Roman brought them to him and he slipped them on with practiced ease.

“I think you owe me for this”

“If I give you Logan's number will we be even?”

Roman sputtered and blushed but nodded shyly. Remus grinned. He texted Logan to get his ok, which he got instantly, then sent the number to Roman.

“There you go! Now, I have a date to get to!”

“You have his address?”

“Of course not”

“You fucking spoon. I’ll text it to you”

“At least I’m not gaysexual”

“What the absolute fuck did you just say?”

“Spoonsexual?”

“Leave before I break your fucking neck”

“Fair, have a nice day”

Remus pulled up to Janus’ dorm room expecting many things. None of which he got. Janus was dressed in a black crop top with a turtleneck, a high waisted pastel yellow skirt that reached his mid thighs, and soft yellow thigh high socks. He was wearing bright yellow converse and had a golden flower headband. Remus thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. When Janus gets in his car he finally tears his eyes away as he goes to start driving again.

“You look nice Jan”

“As do you”

Remus avoids speaking, hoping that Janus will start talking and getting more anxious as he doesn't. Janus is playing with his skirt wait, his? Is his still a thing?

“Might I ask if you're still using he him pronouns?”

Janus looks up suddenly and smiles as a blush forms on their? Face.

“Oh, yeah, he/him all around, they them is good as well, but yeah”

“Ok cool”

“...I’m sorry I’m being so awkward, I'm a little on edge”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not in the slightest actually. Um, where are we going?”

“My two brain cells fucked off and didn't think of that until about an hour ago, but Roman told me you liked olive garden so we’re going to olive garden”

Janus giggled and god if Remus wasn’t already gay, he wouldve been the ambassador of queerland to hear that again. He smiled and sent him a quick look, feeling his cheeks darken as he saw Janus looking at him.

“That sounds great! So um, how's the musical going?”

“Hm? Oh, it's going well. Uh, sort of. I've gotten a bit stuck on the script, and Roman’s hit a roadblock in the songs. I'm a little uh, let's say bad, at writing things like this. It's uh, it's far more tame than my usual stuff, but Roman isn't one for my more graphic shit, you know how it is. He's all unicorns and rainbows and im blood and porn, so writing something he would like is tricky to say the least. It's far easier to just translate all my night terrors and intrusive thoughts to paper than to actually be creative”

“Well, your night terrors and intrusive thoughts may be you know, normal or whatever to you, but I'm sure your writings about them are just as good! Creativity takes many forms and seeks different inspiration! I would love to see more of your writing, if it's ok with you?”

“Oh, no they're, they're shitty, you don't want to see them. They're about eldritch monsters and serial killers and they're really bad, I don't want to subject you to that”

“Nonsense! Like I said, I'm sure they’re amazing! But if you're uncomfortable showing me, then that's ok too”

Remus shuts up, avoiding the end of this conversation. Except he digs absently in the back seat and pulls out a notebook, handing it to Janus.

“It's filled with them. It's my last notebook, I suggest you just borrow it and not try and read them over dinner. Some of them make me a little sick to read. But uh, yeah. Go ahead”

Janus looks at it, the little doodles that are sprawled over the cover, and then looks at Remus with his eyes filled with stars. And Remus almost crashes, he’ll admit it, but that is a look that no one has ever given him before and he might actually die this time. They're at olive garden though, so he gets out and rushes to the other side to open the door for Janus who giggles again.

“So where'd you come up with the idea for the musical?”

Remus looked up from his food at Janus. Janus had his hands pressed together and he looked insatiable for answers. He smiled, licking his lips before explaining.

“When me and Roman were kids one of our favorite movies was the nutcracker. Around the same time that he said he wanted to write a musical, our uncle took us to the ballet of the Nutcracker live, it was our Christmas present from him. It was, well it was magical. So that was part of it. But like, as a kid I always loved reading. I found that I had loved some characters more than I had loved anyone outside my family. I had crushes throughout my life, but none of them really worked out, so I ran back to stories, it gave me something permanent and I dunno, I had a recurring dream where I would wake up and the hero or villain of my favorite books would be there and would love me. It's uh, it's a bit pathetic now that I say it out loud”

“No! Its, cute”

Janus was leaning on his hand as he stared and listened to Remus, moving to be more attentive in his posture, both arms on the table, with an insistent look on his face at Remus’ last words.

“It's not pathetic to want to be loved! It's hard to feel like you aren’t. I used theater as my escape from my shitty situation, and now I'm in college spending more money than I will ever use on anything else to pursue my escape as my reality. Sometimes it seems silly, but it makes me happy, so it's not useless. I mean, what other group would look at some guy with scars enough to play Deadpool who wears frilly skirts for fun and accept him? Definitely not any group from my home”

Remus frowns a bit.

“Anyone with half a brain”

Janus smiles at him.

Remus was dropping Janus off. He did not want to be dropping him off, he wanted to be taking him home and talking mindlessly for hours about nothing and everything, but Janus had to go, he had a shift in the morning. And Remus did as well, but all he could think of was how wonderful the night had been, and he didn't want it to end. They were standing outside, had been for a while, both of them trying to drag this out. Janus shivered and Remus immediately toar off his jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Janus was blushing again.

“You don't have to do that, I'm right outside my door!”

“Yeah, but this way I have an excuse to see you again”

Janus smiled and shuffled slightly. He mumbled something incoherent and Remus’ eyebrow rose.

“What was that?”

“I would really like to kiss you, if that's alright?”

Remus felt his skin burning at the question. He nodded, leaning down to kiss him. It wasn't fireworks. It was a chocolate fountain, soft and sweet and smooth, and they were pulling away and Janus looked completely blissed out. Remus felt the same way as he leaned back against the car again. He smirked and gestured to the dorm.

“You should probably head in, it's getting late”

“Yeah. yeah I should. I don't want to but I should. Um, I'll see you again?”

“That jacket is too expensive to leave with someone I don't plan on seeing again”

Janus smiled and nodded. He finally turned to go inside, and Remus waited until the door shut behind him to get back in his car and drive home. He starts the ignition as his phone rings.

“Roman holy shit Roman I’m in love help”

“Of course you are”

“Roman he wanted to read my stories”

“Well yeah, he's already shown interest in your writing-”

“No but the dark shit Roman, the nightmare fuel the terrors and murderers and the dark gritty shit I never show anyone”

“Yeah, he's really into that kinda thing. He's a fan of that genre”

“But he's, he's so soft!”

“Yeah, you only just got to his second layer of that, he's got a bunch of soft covering up the gritty fucked up interior. His words not mine. He's got some shit buried, Patton knows a bit more than me, but he really tries to keep that hidden. I knew you two would hit it off, you're very similar”

“I want to know it all Ro. I want to know everything about him, I want to know what he's afraid of and what his parents told him before bed and what dreams he has and what makes him tick and god I want to kiss him forever and never stop”

“That is the sappiest thing you've ever said. Want some coffee?”

“It's almost midnight”

“Did I stutter?”

~

Roman was distracted. He was at work, so he really shouldn't be, he didn't really have the time, but he and Logan had been texting since Remus sent him his number, and Roman had caught feelings hard. He was super hot honestly, which was unfair Roman thought, he's half his size he shouldn't be allowed to be so attractive. But they had been sending selfies back and forth, mostly because they were both too occupied with their hands and Roman fucking adored it. There was one of Logan in a tie that was slightly loosened and he was giving the camera some sort of smoulder. Roman had decided after that to explain that he was working and turn off his phone. He went to the back of the shop to grab some replacement baked goods to bring up front and he thanks his years in dance that he didn't fall when he saw Logan at the counter. He was still in his polo and tie, but the tie had been tightened and he looks significantly more innocent than he did in the photo. Roman set down the boxes and moved to greet him.

“Howdy hot stuff, haven't seen you around here, what are you craving?”

Logan smirked back. Suddenly Roman was grateful the shop was in a lull, and he's sure Logan was too as he looked him up and down.

“Well, if we’re honest I'm in the mood for a tall cup of sexy, but it doesn't seem like you're on the menu, so I'll go with a salted caramel mocha. I think its a close second in sweetness”

Roman is completely red, very unprepared for any of what was said. Logan's smirk breaks into a smile and he laughs. And Roman quickly gets to preparing his drink before he combusts. He mutters the price quietly as he makes it.

“Aren't you supposed to have me pay first? Or am I being treated by a knight in shining armor?”

“You're going to give me a heart attack, I hope you know”

“You can't expect to tease me and get away without consequence can you? You'd have to take me to dinner first to get away with that”

“I did not tease you, if anything, you were teasing me, you foul beast!”

“Oh so me sending a picture of me in full clothes is teasing, but you in your gym outfit is just the norm?”

“Of course!”

“Mhmm. keep telling yourself that hot stuff. I suppose if I did the same, you would find no problem then?”

“Wha, you go to the gym?”

“Yes, it is healthy and I attempt to keep a healthy lifestyle. In a word… duh”

Roman felt warm all over again, far more attracted to the idea than he was consciously ok with. The two had been flirting incessantly, and Roman may have teased the poor nerd a bit, but he still didn't deserve this!

“So then if the price of free teasing is dinner, then how about dinner tonight?”

“Hmm, irresponsible to wait until the day of to ask someone to dinner, but I am free tonight, so consider yourself lucky. 7 work?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be waiting for your fine ass at 7”

“Oh dear, how have you ever wooed a woman? How dare you objectify me like I'm a hunk of meat?”

“You're definitely a hunk, that's for sure. A true himbo”

“Falsehood, I have a functioning brain, you are the himbo between the two of us”

Logan grinned at him as he finished paying and took his drink. He waved as he walked away.

“Seeya tonight sweetcheeks!”

Roman didn't know what he signed up for but he was so in.

“Yeah so you don't have to worry about dinner tonight, I've managed to seduce Logan into dinner with me”

“Is that how it happened? Logan told a very different story”

“Ok no, but don't let the truth get in the way of a good story!”

“Yeah sure whatever, I guess that means I'm getting the house to myself?”

“Yup! If jay comes over please try to remember our agreement and dont fuck in the common areas?”

“What? One, of course not, I’m not a heathen, and two, we’ve been on one date, I’m a gentleman, no sex until at least the third date!”

“Mhmm. likely story”

“Oh, and one last request, if shit happens with you two, don't tell me anything you wouldn't say in a pg13 movie. If it's worse I don't want to know, I still have to go to class with him on Monday”

“Deal”

“What's cooking good looking?”

Logan was stepping in the car and rolled his eyes at the line.

“No idea, you're the one in charge of food if I can recall”

Roman thinks it's very rude how easily the nerd can manage to take his breath away. He pouts a little.

“Why were you so shy when I first met you, cuz you obviously aren't”

“Nerves. I wasn't expecting to meet someone attractive when dropping off Remus’ belongings and I startle easily”

“Attractive huh?”

“Don't get too excited, if there's nothing else other than good looks I don't imagine this will go anywhere”

“Fair, I could say the same to you”

Logan sent him a sideways glance. He was also ungodly attractive. He was wearing a black v neck shirt, black jeans, and a blazer and Roman didn't think anyone could pull off a nerd look and be hot but counter evidence was sitting in his passenger seat. Roman was wearing white jeans, a simple gryffindor t-shirt, and his letterman jacket from his high school that was a nice red and gold. He also had simple makeup done, as well as his hair being tied back, leaving his bangs to frame his face purposefully. He was really hoping this went somewhere.

“So, where are we going, might I ask?”

“Depends, do you like Japanese cuisine?”

“Yes, I'm a fan of it, why?”

“Well it was between cheesecake factory and Benihana, and we have now decided”

“Benihana? Roman, that's really expensive, we don't have to go there, I know I joked about you buying the ability to tease, but you don't have to pour a fortune into a first date!”

“Nonsense! As you said, I teased you unfairly, consider it an apology and a bribe”

“...I can already tell that you're even more stubborn than your brother”

“We came by it honestly!”

“So you're a theater major right? So you do the big three, acting, singing, and dancing? I imagine you aren't a fan of writing considering Remus is writing for your musical, but do you do any traditional arts?”

Roman was mid bite of sushi when the question came. He set down his chopsticks and grabbed his napkin to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. He finally set it down and smiled.

“I am and I do, but I do enjoy writing, but it's garbage compared to what Remus writes. As much as I'm not a fan of his subject matters, his writing is undeniably amazing. My writing is very ah, fluffy. Not much sustenance. And like, fanfiction, but that isn't like, real writing-”

“Fanfiction is real writing. Every idea is based and influenced by countless things, sometimes without realizing it. Besides, it takes a lot of the most menial and boring part of the storytelling process out. Exposition is just as difficult to write as it is to read, in fanfictions you get to start right where the interesting part starts, no boring history that means nothing to the plot other than for throwaway lines. Sorry for interrupting I just have uh, I have strong opinions on the subject. Continue, please”

Roman might’ve gone red again but he was shocked at Logan's response. It felt… nice to have the validation in the writing he enjoys. He did however, go back to the original question.

“Um, and uh, yeah I do traditional art, I don't really get? Digital art? It's just confusing to me so I just do the bare sketchbook. I think I have some pictures of them on my phone if you'd like to see them?”

“I'm actually quite intrigued. May i?”

Roman grabbed his phone and pulled up his gallery, choosing his art folder and handed Logan the phone. He went back to eating as Logan scrolled through.

“You and Remus have such similar styles in art, I'm surprised. Definitely different tastes in what you draw, but the style itself is almost indistinguishable. Did you learn together?”

“Hmm? I mean, yeah sort of. We both drew a lot when we were little, but other than the little doodles in his musical notebook I haven't seen any of his art in years”

“Hmm. I suppose that makes sense, he's very secretive and protective of his creative works. I wasn’t ever allowed to see his writing until we were paired for a writing project. Creativity is incredibly personal, and while many seek validation and approval, he seems to fit the other type that fears rejection. I can assure you, his art looks a lot like yours but far more ah, violent. And usually a fair amount of tentacles”

Roman smiled softly, he was happy to know that Remus hadn’t stopped drawing. Logan was still swiping through, eating rather absentmindedly. Suddenly Logan sat up and Roman swore that his eyes glittered.

“Is this the Marquis de Carabas???”

Roman looked at the phone and indeed it was an image of his version of the character. He nodded and smiled as Logan smiled back.

“Yeah, I was messing with plague doctor masks, and I had just finished the book. He was always very birdlike to me, so I thought it fit”

“Roman this is incredible! His coat is perfect and, and his hat? Goodness, this is so pretty!!!”

“Meh, it's not my best. I drew Door as well, I think she's a better piece personally”

“I didn't take you as someone who would like Gaiman”

“Remus loves him and he's another talented author. Besides, Terry Pratchet was one of my favorite authors and I fucking love Good Omens. Oh and I grew up on Doctor Who so that also helped”

“You like Doctor Who?”

“Hell yeah! It's probably in my top favorite TV shows I've ever watched”

Roman was walking Logan to his door and they were still chatting when they reached it.

“This was nice Roman. Thanks for taking me out”

“My pleasure. I got to spend a nice night with a radiant man”

He smirked and was ready to watch Logan step inside when Logan grabbed his jacket and yanked him down into a kiss. He stood there with his arms awkwardly floating for a moment before he wrapped them around Logan's waist. It was quick, Logan pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first I-”

Roman leaned back in, crashing his lips against Logan’s,and it felt like a forest fire. Logan wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck and smiled into it. It was passionate and wild and warm and Roman felt like every inch of his skin was burning and he never wanted to let go. They did though, and Roman stared a moment at Logan's face, admiring the blush that colored it. He knew he wasn't any better. They stayed there until Logan finally spoke.

“Do you um, do you want to come inside?”

Roman released him, and had to hold back a chuckle at the sad whine that left Logan when he did so. He leaned back in, placing a small kiss on his nose before stepping back.

“Sorry doll, not on the first date. ‘Sides, I have work in the morning. Maybe next time though. Text me”

Logan nodded and watched longingly as Roman got in his car and drove away. He sighed softly before stepping inside of his home, reminding himself to get another date with Roman, and soon.

Roman was about to shout about how his date went when he walked in, but he saw the lights in the house were all off. He walked to the living room and cooed at the scene he was greeted by. Remus was sprawled over the couch, one leg on the floor and one arm over the back of the couch, and Janus laying on top of him, curled up small with his head over Remus’ chest and Remus’ other arm wrapped protectively around him. The two were both passed out and Roman chuckled. He went to his room and came back with a blanket to cover them with before going to his room to sleep as well.

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𝕾𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝕺𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐

ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ　ＯＶＥＲＶＩＥＷ．

【ＱＵＩＣＫ　ＦＡＣＴＳ．】

𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊: Sirius Orion Black

𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘: Padfoot/Pads

𝖆𝖌𝖊: 20

𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍: November 3rd, 1959

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: cis male

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘: He/Him

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: Pure-Blood

𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍: London, England, UK

𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: Homosexual

𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉: Right

【ＰＨＹＳＩＣＡＬ．】

𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒: Deaken Bluman

𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙: 1,80 cm (5’11)

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘: Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, porcelain skin

𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗: black

𝖊𝖞𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗: Grey

𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖘: 1.Canis Major constellation on his ankle. 2. Enchanted moon phases on his underarm  (with a little hand that points to the moon phase). 3. The marauder’s animagi forms and a wolf on the side of his body. 4. Several symbols and runes all over his body. 5.Another one with the moon phases (not enchanted on his back and next to it stag’s antlers that spread like wings and a geometrical rat sitting on one of the antlers

𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: one in each lobe (small silver hoops), the industrial on his right ear, two mid helix on his left ear (2 small hoops)

𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖊𝖘: none

【ＦＡＭＩＬＩＡＬ　／／　ＰＬＡＴＯＮＩＣ．】

𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Orion Black (biological) - Fleamont Potter (took him in)

𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Walburga Black (biological) - Euphemia Potter (took him in)

𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗: Regulus Arcturus Black (biological) - James Potter 

𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊: TBD

𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓: Bellatrix Lastrange (nee Black), Andromeda Tonks (nee Black) Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black), etc.

𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Marlene MacKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Risha Fawley

 【ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ��】

𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘: English, French, Greek & Latin.. 

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙: Chaotic good - “Rebel”

𝖂𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖟𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈: Scorpio

𝕳𝖔𝖌𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊: Gryffindor

𝖒𝖇𝖙𝖎: ENFP-T (Campaigner, the diplomat)

𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒: Type 8 - The Challenger

𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖐𝖘: 

Sirius was never a morning person. He wakes up all grumpy and he doesn’t want to speak to anyone until he has his coffee. He is the most annoying person after he wakes up. 

He doesn’t like people using his things when they don’t ask, even the marauders

𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖉: Apple Wood with Dragon Heartstring

𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆: Sirius excelled in all of his classed, due to the early tutoring his parents lines up for him. Potions, of course, wasn’t the exception. So, he found himself being from the selective ones to brew advanced potions in his 6th year. The professor hadn’t shared the name of the potion with his students, he wanted to be a surprise in order to be unbiased of the scents they would catch. Once again he wasn’t paired with either of his friends, but with a fellow hufflepuff, with whom he got along. Sirius was familiar with the amortentia potion and its effects, but he never got to brew one or smell one during his tutoring. That’s why he didn;t recognise either the components, nor the process. They struggled with the ingredients, but due to Sirius’ knowledge, he altered some of the steps and, at last, the potion was perfectly done. Before he got the chance to inform the professor he started picking a scent from the cauldron. He expected it to smell funky, but it smelled like the ocean during the summer time. He chuckled at himself, ‘interesting’ he thought. But a second incense caught his attention. ‘Moony’s aroma’ he thought. He looked up from the cauldron to search for his best friend. He was used to his heightened sense, but didn’t expect to start picking up his friends’ scent so easily. A third incense found its way to his nostrils; the Gryffindor common room smell. It wasn't long before he put two and two together. He gasped. “The Amortentia Potion” he exclaimed. That’s when his weird feelings towards Remus were explained in his head.

𝕭𝖔𝖌𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖙: He sees himself as the Black Heir; the man his father always wanted to become, surrounded by his friends, their faces holding fear and betrayal as they are looking at him.Then the boggarts shifts and all his friend dead and their blood is on his hands.

𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕰𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉: As he grew up, his desires changed with him. Back when he was still in his first years at Hogwarts he would see his family being happy and content with who he was and accepting his friends and that he was a Gryffindor. After he left his family he would see his father full of regret for the pressure he put on Sirius and asking him to be family again and that he would accept him exactly the way he wanted to be. Now his desire is for the wand to end with all of his family and friends intact and him dropping his allegiance to Mundus Novus without consequences, surrounded by his friends and Remus, being happy again.

𝕬𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈: The marauders’ laugh echoing throughout the house, summer mornings at bed beside Remus, watching over sunrises and sunsets while listening to David Bowie in front of the ocean, small quiet muggle coffee places, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked goods, the smell of prestigious cologne cigarettes and leather.

【ＣＨＡＲＡＣＴＥＲ　ＰＡＲＡＬＬＥＬＳ．】

𝒦𝓁𝒶𝓊𝓈 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓈 | ᵀʰᵉ ᵁᵐᵇʳᵉˡˡᵃ ᴬᶜᵃᵈᵉᵐʸ|

Klaus’ chaotic energy, the struggle to suppress the darkness his powers hide and the love and his efforts to save the love of his life are the things that made me compare Sirius to him. Klaus is a unique character trying to finally be happy without embracing his true nature. What he found out in the end, is only by accepting it he would- eventually- find the happiness he longed for. He was torn when he watched his soulmate die, as he was torn when he watched his soulmate forsaking him and refusing his help. He has to make amends with what he cannot change. He has to accept that even when he is not at fault, things don’t go the right way.

𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼 | ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃⁱⁿ ᴬᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ: ᶜⁱᵛⁱˡ ᵂᵃʳ|

Bucky was doomed to carry bad deeds. He was used as a weapon against his friend and his true loyalties, the same way Sirius was chosen and doomed by his own father. He is doomed to serve the Mundus Novus, not brainwashed, but afraid that his friends or family will be in danger if he doesn’t. 

𝓛𝓸𝓴𝓲 |ᵀʰᵒʳ: ᴿᵃᵍⁿᵃʳᵒᵏ |

Loki felt unloved and unwanted by his own father. He knew that he wasn’t the boy his father wanted and that destroyed him. He was manipulated by Thanos to attack, to be dreadful, to be a weapon against mankind, the same way that Sirius is manipulated by Orion. 

𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓮  | ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵉˢʰ |

Simon is a guy with an agenda to make the world accept his own kind. He is ready to do everything needed for his allegiance for their agenda to come though. He, as well, has a troubled past. His parents not accepting him, depression. At last, he found his place as a disciple in a fraction. He is willing to do everything for the fraction's wish and intentions to be fulfilled, but his own world shakes when he meets the guy he has to kill for the fraction's wishes to be met. He found love that made him question what he knew until now. What connects Sirius and Simon, is that Sirius started questioning everything his family taught him, the moment he was sorted in Gryffindor and he met his friends. He saw another perspective, more suited to the way his mind and heart factioned.