#implied future anaroceit

[prodigal-explorer]

anaroceit week - day six - four months in the future

@anaroceitweek

prompt: hiding/library

relationship: eventual/implied romantic anaroceit

word count: 2.1k

(cw -> implied bullying, concussions.)

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Virgil’s lungs were starting to hurt. But he had to keep running. 

How was he supposed to know that refusing to do the football team’s homework one time would lead to him getting jumped every time he was alone? It was just an attempt to gain some freedom, and perhaps a spine, after being trapped in the frustrating cycle of being forced to do the football team’s bidding. Football wasn’t even that impressive, in Virgil’s opinion. Sure, it took a lot of strategy and physical strength, but it didn’t give anybody the right to order other people around. 

They were getting closer now; Virgil could just feel it. He had to stop running and find somewhere to hide before they caught up to him. Rounding the corner, Virgil thought fast, diving into the nearest door and shoving it open, closing it behind him quietly and quickly. 

It was a bit of an awkward thing to do, considering how quiet the area had been before Virgil burst in. The air felt practically still, like nothing in the room was moving except for Virgil. Everything about this place felt hazy, like Virgil was walking through a dream. He couldn’t quite make out the details of anything, and every time he squinted to get a better look at something, it just fuzzed more and more. So for the sake of his vision, Virgil stopped squinting. 

The shelves, piled high with books of all different thicknesses and colors, seemed to go on forever. Virgil vaguely recognized this place as the school library, but something about it felt different. Besides, according to Virgil’s knowledge, the library was on the other side of the school. 

Come to think of it, Virgil didn’t remember seeing this door until today. 

“Virgil, what’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Virgil turned to see who had addressed him, but as soon as he saw that red and white football uniform, he crumpled to the group, his legs giving out in shock as he quickly scooted against the door. 

“Look, I’m sorry, okay??” Virgil cried out, his words tumbling over each other in fear. “I’ll do your dumb homework, I’ll do everyone’s homework! Just leave me alone-” 

“What…what are you talking about?” 

The boy wearing the uniform was somebody Virgil recognized. Roman Mendoza, the newest member on the football team. He had gained popularity quickly, not just because he had looks that modeled movie stars, but also because he made it onto varsity as a freshman. His features definitely gave away his age, considering that he was a lot smaller and slighter than the other members, and he had a permanent, smiling sheepishness about him that made him seem more like an excited puppy than a ferocious wolf, which was what the other members of the team reminded Virgil of. 

And here, in this strange, mysterious place, the boy seemed even more sweet, as he knelt down before Virgil, his brown eyes round with worry and compassion. Though everybody knew Roman to be arrogant and a bit of a braggart, nobody could deny that he cared a lot about everything around him. Virgil couldn’t count the number of times he had watched Roman, standing off to the side and wringing his hands while the football team terrorized him. Never once had Roman joined in. 

It looked like he wasn’t going to here either. 

“What are you wearing?” Roman asked, tilting his head. “Why did you change?” 

“I didn’t change,” Virgil replied, growing more and more confused, especially when Roman took his hand and kissed it. 

“Don’t worry, my dear, there’s some water in my bag.” 

Virgil couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose in pure, unbridled lostness. My dear??? What the hell was going on?? 

As if it was second nature, Roman helped Virgil up, walking hand in hand with him to where the tables were at the library. Another boy that Virgil only vaguely recognized was sitting at the table where Roman seemed to be going towards. 

“Janus, could you pass me my water? Virgil needs some,” Roman said. 

The boy named Janus was very short, shorter than Virgil, even, and his eyes were a striking light green, so bright that they almost looked yellow. He had vitiligo across one side of his face that made him look paler than a ghost from that angle. And he was breathtakingly gorgeous. 

And he passed Roman the water bottle. 

“Here you go, love,” he said nonchalantly, flipping the page in his book and not looking up from it. 

Okay, what was the deal with all these pet names? Virgil was starting to feel more and more like he was in a dream. Roman passed him the water bottle and Virgil drank the entire thing without hesitation, not stopping until it was all gone, and by the time he finished, he was feeling a bit less winded. 

“So what happened?” Roman asked. “You’re wearing totally different clothes, and it looked like you were running from…something.” 

“Really? I was running from something?” Virgil scoffed in disbelief. “You don’t say. Maybe asking your little friends will help you figure out who I was running from.” 

“What…are you talking about?” Roman asked. “The team’s not practicing today. The team only practices on Mondays. And- I told them to stop pushing you around. Are they still not listening??” 

Roman continued to ramble, growing a bit more panicked with each word. But Virgil could only focus on one thing that he had said. 

“What are you talking about?” he asked, looking up at Roman with his eyes narrowed. “Today is Monday. If this is the team’s idea of a joke, it’s really fucking stupid. I would know what day of the week it is.” 

“Virgil, it’s not Monday. It’s Thursday.” 

Janus’ voice cut through Roman’s as well as Virgil’s, causing both of them to stare wide-eyed at the sharp-tongued boy. Virgil didn’t know anything about this boy, but he found himself being quiet for him anyway. As if he knew intrinsically that whatever Janus had to say about the situation, it would probably be sensible. 

“Okay, let’s all just calm down. Clearly, there’s a bit of a mix-up here, but we can figure this out,” Janus reasoned. “For now, let’s just focus on getting everyone feeling better. Virgil, you can have some of my water too. You literally look like you just got out of a marathon. Roman, let’s keep watching this show. Virgil, you can watch too, if you like.” 

“Yes!” Roman said excitedly, “Don’t worry Virgil, we didn’t watch too much without you. This is the episode where it’s between Autumn and Bailey!” 

Virgil had no idea who the fuck Autumn and Bailey were, but before he knew it, Roman’s arm was around him, pulling him closer so Virgil could get a better view of his laptop screen. Janus was on the other side of him. This felt strangely familiar, even though Roman had never touched Virgil before in his life. Virgil noticed that he smelled strongly of vanilla, and his smooth skin was a bit sweaty. Maybe football players just always sweat. But strangely, Virgil didn’t find himself feeling grossed out by touching Roman’s sweaty arm. It almost felt…exciting. 

This reality show with brightly dressed 20-something year old women competing for a role on Broadway was more entertaining than Virgil had given it credit for at first. He couldn’t really pick out what any of the women were saying, too focused on Janus and Roman beside him, but there was a screaming match, and that was vaguely fun to watch. 

As Virgil let his guard down and relaxed, he started to grow tired. It made sense. He had been running for a while, and Virgil was the first to admit that he was pretty out of shape. Though it was strange, he let his entire body weight rest upon Roman, and he closed his eyes, deciding to get some sleep. He was still a little put off by Roman, but at this moment, at least, he seemed safe. Even if he was entirely too loud and clingy. 

But maybe Virgil liked his loudness and clinginess. It was endearing. 

Virgil drifted off to sleep, the last thing he heard being a loud crash. And then, nothing. 

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“He’s waking up! He’s waking up!” 

Virgil rubbed his eyes slowly before opening them, starting to sit up. He was confused, as he was able to hear Janus’ voice. Why was he shouting like that? Virgil had only been sleeping for a few minutes. Then, he realized that he wasn’t in the library at all. 

He was at the school nurse’s office. And Roman wasn’t next to him anymore either. In a very embarrassing position, Virgil had been cuddling a pillow as if it were a person, and his face burned upon realizing this. He sat up completely, and let go of the pillow, looking for Janus. He was wearing something totally different, and his eyes didn’t hold that same air of recognition that they did just a few moments ago. 

“You took a pretty bad fall,” Janus said, walking over to Virgil. “You’re lucky that Roman found you and carried you all the way here.” 

“What…?” Virgil grumbled. “What about the library?” 

“You’re awake!” 

Roman rushed over to the bed and threw his arms around Virgil. Vanilla. Just like earlier. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay! I’m sorry I didn’t do something sooner, I’m sorry I let this go as far as it did- I just- I didn’t want to-” 

“Calm down, buddy,” Janus said, awkwardly and stiffly patting Roman on the back. “He’s disoriented. Talking some crazy about the library. Take a seat and let him get a grip.” 

“Buddy?” Virgil mumbled. 

Where did buddy come from, after all those pet names, and the cuddling, and the affection? Why were Janus and Roman acting like they didn’t even know each other? 

“What’s your name anyway?” Roman asked, “Come to think of it, what’s both of your names?” 

Oh. They didn’t know each other. 

Virgil blinked rapidly, his heart hurting from how fast it was spinning, and how much thinking he had to do. The library, hazy and dreamlike. Maybe it really was a dream. But if it was, then why was it so detailed? Why did everything feel so real? And how did he know Roman and Janus in the dream without knowing them now, and how was the dream so accurate? What was going on?? 

Roman stared at Virgil with those same big, concerned brown eyes, and Virgil’s heart stuttered for a moment. 

Janus gently placed a small ice pack on Virgil’s head, which Virgil was starting to realize hurt terribly, and the way Janus’ fingers brushed against Virgil’s hair made him blush. 

“I’m Janus,” he said, as if neither of them knew. “Nurse’s aide. She’s at a meeting now, so I’m taking over until she comes back.” 

“I’m Roman,” Roman said back. “I…uh…I was confused about why I was the only one at practice. So I went down the hallway, and that’s when I found- the rest of the team. And you.” 

Virgil realized quickly that he was the “you” that Roman was referring to. 

“I’m Virgil,” he said. “I’m nobody.” 

“That’s not true,” Roman protested quickly. “You’re certainly fast. You were running so quick before they threw that book at you that I thought you were on the track team.” 

“They threw a book at me??” Virgil asked. “I didn’t feel it.” 

“Well, they threw it at you, and you fell down,” Roman recalled awkwardly. “You were passed out. Cold. The team left to start conditioning, but it…didn’t feel right to just leave you there, y’know?” 

“You did the right thing, Roman,” Janus said. “Virgil, you probably have a concussion, considering that you fell on the side of your head. Your ankle is twisted too, but it doesn’t seem to be any sort of fracture or break. We’ll be able to tell better when the nurse comes back.” 

“What do we do in the meantime?” Roman asked. 

“I suppose we wait,” Janus said. “Talk a little.” 

And as Roman and Janus talked, and Virgil joined in as much as he could (though his head was throbbing worse and worse with each passing minute), he decided that maybe he could get to know these two some more. They seemed nice, and if the dream had been accurate about everything else, maybe their personalities matched too. They certainly seemed to now.  It was silly to feel such a way towards people that he technically barely knew, Virgil knew this. But as he watched Roman’s curls bounce, and how Janus curled his lip upwards to smile, showing off his beautiful, sharp teeth, Virgil realized with embarrassment that he was down bad. What an interesting thing to come with a concussion.

[siren1song]

Razzle Dazzle ‘Em

Summary: Virge really, really, loved its boyfriend.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Pairing: Anxceit, implied future Anaroceit

Word Count: 876

General Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @remusownsmyuwus, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas, @sanderssidesweirdo, @stormypaint, @just-a-little-bit-gay-oops, @dying-is-a-hobby, @rose-gold-roman, @themultishipperchild

Notes: Thomas sang as Janus on the charity live stream and I had to write this. That combined with the fatphobia i got two days ago and the hate for my it/its pronouns and how little I’ve written anxceit lately? This was bound to happen.

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”How can they hear the truth above the roar?”

Gray really loved its boyfriend. How can it not, when it caught him doing shit like this while he baked in the kitchen?

”Throw ‘em a fake and a finagle-”

With a muffled snicker, Vi leaned against the doorway to the kitchen so it could watch Janus while he sang.

Honestly, you’d think Janus would be more on guard with the way he refused to sing whenever someone (primarily Patton) asked. But now here he was, hat on the dining table and using a bowl that was definitely not clean in place of it.

It was going to have to talk him into a shower while the cookies were baking, wasn’t it? God, its boyfriend was a dork.

“You’re getting batter in your hair,” it said, barking out a laugh when Janus startled and dropped the bowl onto his head, whipping around to look at Virge without taking it off first.

“Gray! I’ve told you before not to sneak up on me!” Janus hissed, lifting the bowl to look at it with a glare he clearly didn’t really mean, judging by the smile he was trying to fight back.

“Jay! You also are a pain in the ass to get singing and I like hearing your voice!” Gray responded, laughter in its voice as it moved away from the door frame so it could press a kiss to Janus’ cheek.

“Shut up,” Janus muttered, flustered by Gray’s compliment and now red faced.

Vi just grinned at him, pecked his nose, then snatched the bowl from his hands so it could put it in the sink.

“I will do no such thing. Me? Be quiet? Do you even really know me?”

Janus huffed, crossing his arms and pouting at Gray’s back.

“You live to tease me. Can I not just enjoy my music?”

Vi paused in putting more dirty dishes in the sink to look at Janus with a raised eyebrow, not saying anything to emphasize the lack of music playing.

Its boyfriend’s blush increased twofold, and Vi let out a snort before turning back to cleaning up what Janus didn’t need anymore.

“You can always razzle dazzle me, Jay,” it teased, turning the water on to rinse off its hands.

It was not expecting Janus to snake his arms around its waist and rest his chin on its shoulder. Even less expecting the gentle squeeze of its belly fat.

“Oh you want me to dazzle you?” he purred into its ear.

“Oh-kay, back up, I am not allo enough for this today,” it said, face red as Janus easily backed away from it with a soft huff of laughter.

“Ace day then, I understand. I’ll at least get to spoil you with the cookies then. I made them double chocolate for you.”

Virge turned off the water and shook out its hands before turning to narrow its eyes at Janus, wiping its hands on its pants.

“You want something,” it said, knowing exactly how its boyfriend worked.

Janus let out a gasp that was so painfully fake Virge was narrowing its eyes at him even further.

“Whatever could I have done to make you believe that? I can’t believe this, my boyfriend, my life partner would think so lowly of me!”

“Okay stop yaking with your bullshit offense, what do you want?” it asked, crossing its arms over its chest.

Huffing, Janus leaned against one of the counters, undoubtedly getting flour all over his ass.

“I was wondering if… you’d be willing to go to the pool party Roman invited me to tomorrow.”

Gray furrowed its brows in confusion, trying to think of who Roman was before realization dawned.

“Isn’t Roman the coworker you’ve been crushing on and trying to see if fae were polyam?” It asked, getting its answer when Janus flushed again and looked away.

“Yes?”

“Why do you want your boyfriend to join you? I thought that was Roman asking you on a date?”

Janus sighed, running his fingers through his hair and wincing at the batter that stuck to his fingers.

“Because I’m not entirely comfortable with my body just yet and having you, big and beautiful and confident in yourself, there with me might help me be more confident with all of my stretch marks and freckles,” he explained, dropping his hand to the counter next to him.

Gray hummed, understanding the dilemma. It used to need Remus with it whenever it wasn’t feeling particularly confident because they radiated confidence at all times.

“Yeah I can go with you. I wanna show off my big and beautiful anyway, I’ll just make you and everyone else gay in the process.”

Janus looked at it, and it could see how grateful he was.

“Don’t wear the black one piece, you’ll steal Roman from me before I even have a chance.”

It laughed, then gave Janus a sly look.

“I won’t. I bought a new swimsuit with Pat and Remus a few days ago.”

Janus blinked, then groaned.

“God damn it, you’ll razzle dazzle everyone before we even get in the pool.”

Gray laughed again, leaving the kitchen with a half-hearted reminder to take a shower tossed over its shoulder.

It really loved its boyfriend.

[gaylotusthatexists]

complete

pairing: roceit, background anxceit, implied future anaroceit

summary: roman is convinced that his soulmate is in love with another person, but soon finds out the reasoning behind his fears.

prompt: every night a sentence appears on your arm, a repeat of something your soulmate said that day.

trigger warnings: sympathetic janus, self esteem issues, let me know if i should add anything

word count: 905

taglist: @tsshipmonth2020 @theloveliestsweetspongy

a/n: aaaa ok i am l a t e for this one and i’m sorry, i had some things to wrap up at the end of september and also it was my birthday so i’ve been busy with that haha, however i do wanna finish this challenge so i’ll post the rest of these soon, hopefully today although maybe tomorrow. hope y’all enjoy!!!

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Razzle Dazzle ‘Em

Summary: Virge really, really, loved its boyfriend.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Pairing: Anxceit, implied future Anaroceit

Word Count: 876

General Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @remusownsmyuwus, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas, @sanderssidesweirdo, @stormypaint, @just-a-little-bit-gay-oops, @dying-is-a-hobby, @rose-gold-roman, @themultishipperchild

Notes: Thomas sang as Janus on the charity live stream and I had to write this. That combined with the fatphobia i got two days ago and the hate for my it/its pronouns and how little I’ve written anxceit lately? This was bound to happen.

Commissions!! | Buy Me a Kofi!! | Join Casper’s Crew!! | Ao3 Link!!

”How can they hear the truth above the roar?”

Gray really loved its boyfriend. How can it not, when it caught him doing shit like this while he baked in the kitchen?

”Throw ‘em a fake and a finagle-”

With a muffled snicker, Vi leaned against the doorway to the kitchen so it could watch Janus while he sang.

Honestly, you’d think Janus would be more on guard with the way he refused to sing whenever someone (primarily Patton) asked. But now here he was, hat on the dining table and using a bowl that was definitely not clean in place of it.

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Razzle Dazzle ‘Em

Summary: Virge really, really, loved its boyfriend.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Pairing: Anxceit, implied future Anaroceit

Word Count: 876

General Taglist: @acanvasofabillionsuns, @emo-disaster, @greenninjagal-blog, @jungle321jungle, @sleepy-sides, @gattonero17, @another-sandersidesblog, @strawberryjellystuff, @remusownsmyuwus, @logic-with-a-pinch-of-deceit, @gr3ml1n-loser, @main-chive, @firey-alex, @orca-iguana, @spooky-scary-virgil, @yalltookmyurlideas, @sanderssidesweirdo, @stormypaint, @just-a-little-bit-gay-oops, @dying-is-a-hobby, @rose-gold-roman, @themultishipperchild

Notes: Thomas sang as Janus on the charity live stream and I had to write this. That combined with the fatphobia i got two days ago and the hate for my it/its pronouns and how little I’ve written anxceit lately? This was bound to happen.

Commissions!! | Buy Me a Kofi!! | Join Casper’s Crew!! | Ao3 Link!!

”How can they hear the truth above the roar?”

Gray really loved its boyfriend. How can it not, when it caught him doing shit like this while he baked in the kitchen?

”Throw ‘em a fake and a finagle-”

With a muffled snicker, Vi leaned against the doorway to the kitchen so it could watch Janus while he sang.

Honestly, you’d think Janus would be more on guard with the way he refused to sing whenever someone (primarily Patton) asked. But now here he was, hat on the dining table and using a bowl that was definitely not clean in place of it.

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