#queerplatonic loceit

[transfemlogan]

analogical :D

DISGUSTING!! NEVER SEND ME THIS AGAIN (sarcasm)

I SHIP IT. OBVIOUSLY. Gestures to the everything about me. I know I talk about Loceit more, but I have so much affection for these guys. I ship it all ways it can be shipped, platonic, romantic, familial, queerplatonic, alterous, sexual (<- though won't talk about that much, wait 1 more month until my 18th birthday)

What made you ship it?

I have a thing for rarepairs, if it wasn't obvious by the loceit & analoceit shipping. I got into SaSi at the beginning &, at that time, analogical was very much a rarepair since Prinxiety & Logicality always took the forefront. I used to read prinxiety fanfics and replace Roman with Logan, it was that hard to find analogical fics. (There were analogical antis. It was wild.)

I don't remember what specifically started the shipping, though I am 100% sure My Negative Thinking had SOMETHING to do with it.

I don't like "opposites attract" since... that type of relationship dynamic of "my partner is completely different from me & we have nothing in common" would... never work IRL (I know the point of shipping is to see cool dynamics, not be the "most accurate to real life", but I'm a realist, I just can't enjoy it). Analogical completely chews up the "opposite attracts" dynamic and spits it out into the trash. They are so similar and that's what I like about it. Two characters that can relate with each other and find comfort in that similarity (hmmm this sounds a lot like my feelings on demus... do you see a pattern /s).

(Next part also answers: What are your favourite things about the ship?)

In My Negative Thinking they both react with disgust towards c!Thomas bringing up romance and as a romance repulsed aro, it's perfect. I love two guys that hate romance in a romantic relationship 🧡

A lot of people think that affection in a romantic relationship has to be grand and super romantic & I absolutely hate that. I enjoy Analogical because it's two characters that would not be grand in their affection. I love exploring different boundaries in a relationship. I'm unsure how 2 explain, but it means everything to me to see a relationship that isn't "normal". A relationship that isn't the "perfect", in the eyes of the media or amatonormativity.

I'M RUNNING OUT OF WORDS, but it's just....... give me a romantic relationship where the characters don't kiss or say I love you as often. A romantic relationship where their entire dynamic is inherently not ""romantic"". Same way I want platonic relationships that are sexual or romantic, while still being platonic and it doesn't change the feelings of anyone. Escape the confinements of societal standards!!

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

SHRUGD MY SHOULDERS. I can't amswer this question ever because I don't know what's popular & what isn't </3

[lily-janus]

Saw you're doing prompts (at least it's in the pinned post xd) and since I'm trash:

"say that again" or "Just pretend to be my date." with loceit? :D

Okay sorry this took a while but I ended up doing both. Also I hope you don't mind but it's part of a series I wrote on AO3 and continued a bit here on Tumblr😅 I don't think you need to read those to understand this one though😊 hope you like it💛💙

Being Different

Summary: Logan and Janus struggle with other people's assumptions about their relationship.

Pairing: queer platonic Loceit

Some context: Logan is AroAce and Janus is Freyromantic and Freysexual

Warnings: missed understanding and assumption about QPR being a romantic relationship, internal want to not be aspec and that's it I think, let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,388

It was not uncommon for people to assume him and Janus were dating. It happened a lot actually. Logan didn't always mind it, there were times when they both agreed to do it on purpose for entertainment reasons… but then there were times they weren't.  

Of course, Janus always encourages him to not care about what other people think, but it's not about that. It irritates him because of the simple fact people assume so easily that they know everything about their relationship and its nature. It would have annoyed him even if they were in fact dating. It's the principle. 

"Awww you're such a cute couple!" The waitress commented and Logan could feel his eye twitch in annoyance.

"We're not dating." Logan hissed lowely, Janus immediately laying a hand on one of his own that were clenched to fists on the table.

The waitress didn't seem to get the hint. She winked "maybe not yet."

Logan nearly growled in frustration. "No! Not ever! We're in a QPR and you don't get to assume-"

"Logan." Janus said softly, cutting off Logan's angry rant and he trailed off with a huff.

Janus turned to the waitress. "Sorry, it's a difficult spot for us, can you leave us for a minute?"

The waitress blinked at the sudden outburst. "Ah… sure." She said and left.

Logan sighed. "I'm sorry Janus, I know I should stop caring about this by now but…" he trailed off, looking away in shame.

Janus was still holding one of his hands, his thumb now stroking it soothingly. "Logan, it's okay to be upset about it." He said softly in that silky voice of his that always seems to calm Logan down.

"In an ideal world, people will stay out of other people's lives and businesses. Now, I don't justify this behaviour, but try to understand." Janus leaned forward a bit, forcing Logan to face him and meet his eyes. "We didn't know about this possibility either, you can't blame people for being ignorant on a subject that's far from well known. But, you are allowed to be hurt by this, your feelings matter regardless of others' intentions."

Logan let Janus' words sink in for a bit, before letting out another sigh and nodding.

Janus smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly, before smirking. "What do you say we get out of here? This place's theme is too mushy to my liking anyway."

Logan didn't get a chance to articulate a response before Janus led him up and out of the restaurant. 

He was unusually quiet for the entirety of the car ride, thinking over Janus' words, feeling his frustration fade away slowly.

The car skidded to a stop and it took Logan a few moments to realize where they were.

"The beach?" Logan questioned as they got out of the car, the sky pitch black above them. He thought over what one usually does at the beach, "I don't think swimming is recommended at this time."

Janus snorted. "Oh Logan, no, no, geez. I'm not Remus"

Logan blushed slightly. "Then… why did you bring us here? The usual activities at the beach are swimming and watching the sunset, both of which are not appropriate for this time of day."

Janus smirked. "As always you are right. But, there is something I know you like more than sunsets that comes out at this time." Janus tilted Logan's head gently towards the sky and Logan gasped softly.

"Stars." Logan wasn't dumb, he knew Janus is trying to distract him. But well, he didn't really mind it. The sky was as clear as glass and the stars shone bright, he could almost see all the famous constellations and some of the less known ones too.

Without realizing it, he sank down to the soft sand, eyes fixed on the sky, and started talking about all the different stars and galaxies. After all, space was one, if not the, favorite subject for him to talk about.

Janus stayed quiet listening intently, and, after a while, they both fell to comfortable silence.

Logan finally managed to tear his eyes away from the breathtaking sky and looked closely at Janus. Their eyes met.

"I know that look, don't you even go there." Logan said.

"What look?" Janus asked innocently.

Logan resisted the urge to snort at that. "Don't you dare bring up-"

"Remember your sister's wedding?"

"The wedding." Logan finished a second too late, sighing. "Yes, Janus, I remember. I was so lost, I didn't know what to do. So then you said-"

"Just pretend to be my date, and everything will play out smoothly." They recited at the same time, smiling nostalgically at each other. So much has changed since then.

"It did not, in fact, play out smoothly." Logan pointed out and Janus rolled his eyes fondly.

"Yes darling, I was there. To be fair…" Janus laced their fingers together. "I did warn you not to listen to me."

Logan chuckled lightly and they fell to silence again. Inevitably, Logan's thoughts circled back to the waitress and he sighed sadly. "You know, we can't escape this. No matter how many people we'll tell and explain it to, there will always be twice as many people that are still ignorant."

Janus sighed too. "No, we can't… But we can face it head on, with our chins up, and take whatever society throws at us. We have each other, nothing will change that and that's all we need, Logan. Heteronormativity and society be damned. I love you, Logan, and that's all that matters."

Logan felt the corners of his eyes sting, he sometimes wonders what has he ever done to deserve Janus. "S-say that again." Logan asked, voice full of emotion.

Janus turned to him, smiling. "I love you Logan."

Logan threw his arms around Janus' shoulders, holding him tightly as he cried, tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking Janus' jacket. "I just… I know I shouldn't and… and I really came to terms with myself and who I am, I promise…" Logan trailed off with a sob.

"But?" Janus asked gently.

Logan took a shuddering breath. "But sometimes I wish I was… Normal… like everyone else… it would make things so much simpler. I'm so tired of explaining myself to every new person I meet, of feeling isolated and having the majority of people not relate or understand me. I sometimes wish it'll all just stop and I could take a breath or two and… be able to live my life like everyone else." 

Logan sniffed, burying his face in Janus' shoulder, unable to meet his gaze from shame, he's basically saying he wished their beautiful relationship would not be… Janus must be so hurt right now-

"I feel that way too sometimes." Janus said quietly, rubbing soothing circles on his spine. "But then…" Logan could hear Janus' smile in his voice. "Then I remember that I have you, and we have this. And I wouldn't trade that for anything." Janus pulled back a little so they're eyes could meet, he was indeed smiling and Logan almost felt a mirror smile tugging at his lips. "No one ever in my life understood me like you. So much so that sometimes I wonder if you could actually hear my thoughts." He chuckled softly.

Logan rubbed his warm cheeks, wiping his tears and sniffing. "I would be truly lost without you, Janus… thank you."

Janus smirked. "Ah yes, what would you do without me, I'd imagine life will be quite boring."

Logan smiled, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers. "And lonely too." He added, not missing Janus' smirk melting into a gentle smile.

"Life will never be simple for us. Sometimes it will feel like too much, and sometimes it won't." Janus gave Logan's hand a squeeze. "But I'm sure that if we stick together, we're sure to figure it out."

He got up, pulling Logan with him and they both dusted themselves to get rid of all the sand.

Logan studied Janus' reassuringly familiar face the whole ride to his apartment. He was suddenly struck with the realization that none of those 'normal' people Logan was so jealous of, will ever feel that kind of connection with someone. He smiled to himself, maybe being different isn't all that bad…

[teacupfulofstarshine]

okay, for the prompts, romantic/queerplatonic Loceit with the word "hold?"

janus touches his shoulder, kneeling in front of the blanket cocoon that is his queerplatonic partner. “logan?”

there’s an answering whine. “overstimulated?” another answering whine. “what do you need?”

“hold me?” logan whispers, voice small.

“of course.”

[as-the-stars-foretold]

snowfall! for any fandom!

never give me free reign (unlike my other drabbles, I’m going to write this one queer-platonically)

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Logan and Janus were walking hand in hand. It was a cold February evening. The sky was dark and grey, and the weather was dreary. Little lights poked through the haze, the only bright things in view. But the mood was quite the opposite. It was jovial, cheery, and excited.

“...And of course, we have to consider that the Mindscape is influenced by Roman and Remus. If they want it to snow like normal, they will make it so.”

Janus hummed. “If we’re still on Roman’s side, I’m sure it’ll snow soon.”

“We are. And maybe.”

They continued their walk in silence. It wasn’t awkward, quite the opposite actually. It was comfortable. It felt like home. As they walked, little flecks of white started to fall.

“Starlight, I think it might be snowing.”

“That’s ridiculous- Ah, maybe it isn’t ridiculous.”

Janus chuckled, and drew to a stop with Logan beside him. “Look, darling. It is snowing. Do you want to tell me how snowflakes are formed again?”

Logan hummed, looking up at the sky. The snow started to fall faster and heavier, and he stuck out a tongue to catch some. Janus smiled at the scene, and Logan laughed. “Right, how snow forms. It begins with dust...”

[vindicatedvirgil]

only fools rush in / part nine: and the dark one is soft for the sunshine one

the second-to-last part of my college AU is here!!

chapter summary: Virgil and Roman celebrate the end of their performances, and look ahead to the future.

TW: vague mentions of sex, mentions of anxiety attack, random OCs thrown in because my brain wanted to include lesbians in this for some reason

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So take my hand

And take my whole life too

‘Cause I can't help falling in love with you

-

Virgil tapped his foot nervously, his phone to his ear. He was seated in the cafe, waiting for Roman to meet him after class. Except his boyfriend wasn’t answering his phone, and, of course, Virgil was only thinking of the worst possible scenarios. He set his phone down hastily, staring at the mug with his chai latte in front of him. A chime rang through on his phone, signaling a text from Roman, and Virgil glanced at it.

Hey babe, sorry, doing extra rehearsals with Megan and Chloe. Rain check?

Virgil sighed, shooting back a simple ‘Okay’ message, then stuffed his phone into his pocket, grabbing for his latte. This was the second time that week that Roman had skipped out on their coffee dates for extra rehearsals with the main actresses, which made sense since opening night was only two days away, but… it still made Virgil feel uneasy. 

Someone slid into the chair opposite him, and he glared up only to see Emile, a concerned look on his face as he held his mug of coffee close. “Hey, you alright kiddo?”

“Emile, not now, please…” Virgil started, his head drooping down. “I’m really not in the mood for one of your ‘pep talks’ right now.”

“Well… then I won’t give ya one. But hey, sometimes it's good to just… chat, ya know?” Emile’s voice was soft, inviting, but Virgil was still unsure. “Sometimes it’s nice to have an impartial audience.”

“You mean like a therapist, right?” Virgil’s voice was almost insulting. He'd been to therapy before, it helped him, but he was so busy with school that he didn't have time to stop by to see them, or even to go to the campus counseling center.

“Sometimes. But I’m kind of impartial here, and I’ll remain so… unlike last time,” Emile took a deep breath in. “I am sorry about that, kiddo. I didn't mean to insult you or make you upset.”

“Well, you did. Because you're wrong. I’m focusing on the things that are important to me right now, like the musical and school and Roman…” Virgil trailed off, remembering where his boyfriend was at that moment. Not with him. Emile raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s just… stressful, right now.” Virgil started, enticed at the idea of someone who was willing to listen to him, to offer him advice. And he decided to take that opportunity.

-

Virgil and Emile had migrated to one of the couches in the cafe, the tall man’s legs tucked under himself as he cradled a cup of herbal tea, one that Remy had brought over with raised eyebrows and a smile on his face. Virgil had opened up to Emile in a way he desperately needed, but he also got advice from the older man about his future in the psychology major, about internships he knew would be made available the following summer, about how best to balance a relationship and school. Virgil was grateful for this, and he felt a bit guilty for the way he had treated Emile in the past. 

“Oh, hang on,” Virgil said, interrupting what Emile was saying about the benefits of different teas, his phone buzzing in his pocket. Roman’s name was large on the screen, and he accepted the call, pressing the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe. I just came by your apartment but Janus says you haven’t come home yet today… is everything alright?” Roman’s voice was laced with concern, and he could hear the familiar sounds of Janus’ jazz music playing in the background.

“Oh, yeah. I’m great, Ro. I ran into Emile at the cafe and we’ve been chatting for a bit,” he explained, and he heard a sharp intake of breath from the other line. “I was planning on heading back to my apartment soon, though. Big day tomorrow, our final dress rehearsal. You should head home to sleep.”

“But… I wanted to see you,” Roman started, and Virgil shot an apologetic look at Emile. “I’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon, then,” he said, about to hang up, but Roman’s voice cut through again.

“I love you,” he said, and Virgil smiled, his heart fluttering, but he said nothing as Roman ended the call. The anxious man brought his phone back down, glancing at Emile.

“I’ve gotta get going, but… thank you, Emile. I really appreciate you talking with me,” he said, smiling, and Emile reached into his messenger bag, then handed Virgil a card.

“If you need me, my cell is on there,” Emile said, reaching over to ruffle Virgil’s hair a bit. “You got this, kid.”

-

Virgil swung open the door to the apartment, the jazz music a dull background noise. He spotted Roman on one of the couches, his head resting on the cushions behind him, so Virgil came up and gave him a swift kiss. “Hey, Ro.” The shorter man beamed up at him, standing up so he could wrap his arms around his boyfriend. “I wasn’t planning on staying at the cafe that long, but… it was good to chat with Emile about psychology stuff.”

“Well… I’m glad that you had that chance, babe,” Roman said, kissing Virgil’s chin and cheeks. “I’m so sorry about missing out on our date again, Megan and Chloe were both feeling anxious about some of the scenes, and they’re scenes I’m in, so…”

“It’s okay, Ro. I’m not upset,” Virgil started, but he thought a bit. “Anymore, that is. I was frustrated when I got your text, but Emile helped me realize that I’m not the only important thing to you right now and that sometimes it’s good for me to let go a bit.”

“What? No, that’s not true, Vee,” Roman whined, tightening his grip on Virgil. “You’re the most important thing to me, always! Please, don’t let go.”

“Ro, it’s okay. The musical is really important to both of us, it’s fine-” Virgil was cut off by Roman’s lips pressing to his needily, and all rational thought flew out of his mind as he gripped at the back of Roman’s shirt tightly. “Shit, if you keep kissing me like that, I’ll…”

“You’ll what, babe? Want more?” Roman teased, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. “You mean everything to me, babe. If you needed me to, I’d drop out of the musical right now. If you have a panic attack during the performances, I’ll shove my understudy out there, just so that I can be there for you.”

“Ro…” Virgil buried his face in the shorter man’s shoulder, biting down on his lip and hoping that the tears would stay in his eyes. “Don’t say stuff like that, unless you want me to become a puddle of emotions.”

“Maybe I do want that, Virge.”

-

Roman woke up feeling more content than he ever had; he glanced up to see Virgil’s sleeping face, their bare chests still pressed together, the marks on their bodies remnants of what had happened the night prior. It was fumbly, it was awkward, but Roman wouldn’t change it for the world. 

He traced his fingers along Virgil’s collarbone, watching as the other’s eyes slowly fluttered open, meeting his, a blush soon covering the tall man’s face and neck. “Hi, Ro.”

“Good morning, my love,” Roman said, pressing kisses to the skin closest to his face. Virgil hummed happily at the movement, his fingers tangling in Roman’s hair.

“Thank you for last night,” Virgil breathed out softly, a faint smile on his face. “Sorry about-”

“No, don’t apologize for anything, babe. It was magical, and wonderful, and I can’t wait to do it again.” Roman waggled his eyebrows a little bit at this, making Virgil laugh a little. “I almost don’t want to get out of bed, but… we should get ready and then pick up some coffee, then head over to the theater.”

“But the dress rehearsal doesn’t start until 11,” Virgil protested, hoping that maybe they’d be able to spend a bit more time in bed; He glanced at the clock. A glaring, red 8:30 stared back at him. Roman nodded.

“I know. But I have a surprise for you, my love.”

-

Virgil held his iced coffee tightly as he followed Roman to the theater. He hated surprises, and even though this was something that his boyfriend had planned for him… he was still anxious about it all. Was Roman going to break up with him in the same place where they had fallen in love?

Roman made Virgil cover his eyes with his hand after they set their stuff down in the green room, and then with one hand he led the taller man onto the main stage. Virgil didn’t hear anything other than his own heart beating rapidly and the soft coos coming from Roman, but he was stopped on what he assumed was the middle of the stage. Was it above the trap door? Was he being pranked? Was there water on the stage?

And then the instrumental to Dancing through Life was playing throughout the theater, the same way it had the day that he had scooped Roman into his arms as they danced together for the first time. Virgil lowered his hand from his face, finding Roman standing there, his hand outstretched, a grin plastered on his face.

“Take my hand?” Roman asked, and Virgil nodded gently, taking Roman’s hand and letting himself be led in a dance across the stage, although this time they weren’t afraid to stand as close as possible to each other. “I want you to know how proud I am of you, Virge. You’re going to do so great in our performances, and I love you so goddamn much.”

“Ro…” Virgil couldn’t form any words, so he just pressed his forehead to Roman’s as they continued cascading across the stage, their grips on each other tight, as if letting go would break them. “What did I do to deserve someone like you loving me?”

“You didn’t need to do anything. You deserve the whole world, and I’m just lucky to be able to love you and hold you,” Roman whispered softly, pressing even closer to Virgil.

“I already have the whole world. It’s you,” Virgil said, the confidence growing in him, and he could feel the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them: “I love you, Roman.” No other words were said, as lips crashed together, all emotions being shared in that one touch.

-

Roman and Virgil were standing offstage, peeking every now and then around the corner at the audience. It was finally opening night, and they could see their friends in the second row, Patton’s head resting on Remus’ shoulder, Janus leaning over to whisper things to Logan. 

Roman set his hand on Virgil’s back in a comforting manner, causing the taller man to turn around to smile at his shorter boyfriend. “You alright, Vee?” Virgil nodded, glancing down at his slip-resistant shoes, then leaned down to kiss Roman. 

“I’m perfect, Ro. I couldn’t have done any of this without you, you know?” He pressed their foreheads together, smiling against Roman’s painted lips. “Thank you for supporting me through all of this.” 

Roman wanted to object, but he knew that Virgil would just remind him of their nights practicing for the auditions, their super early mornings running lines, the way Roman was always there to watch Virgil’s scenes. Virgil was there too, always supporting, always smiling, even when his anxiety got the best of him, even when it was hard to focus.

“You’re gonna be amazing, Virgil,” he finally said, pressing their lips together once more. “You deserve a whole standing ovation.”

After every scene, even though time was tight, their hands grasped each other, bright smiles sent their way and encouraging whispers were murmured in the darkness. During intermission, Roman’s hands couldn’t bear to leave Virgil’s waist, even as they were both prepped for their major outfit changes.

Virgil watched all of the kiss scenes, knowing that Roman saved the best kisses for him. When they were on stage together during curtain call, Virgil cheered louder for his boyfriend except for maybe Patton and Janus, who could clearly be heard from their seats.

It took the pair a while to get their thick patinas of makeup off of their faces, shrugging out of their costumes and into their comfortable day clothes, lips and hands wandering when no one was paying the couple any attention. The other actors filed out to meet their loved ones, even those with more intense makeup like the actress for Elphaba finished before them as they snuck behind a curtain, comforting touches meeting hot, bare skin.

The others tried to get the couple to go out after the performance, since the cast had saved the after party for after the final performances, but Virgil’s eyes drooped and Janus stepped in, making sure the pair were safely tucked into Roman’s bed, Janus covering his eyes when the couple’s hands wandered too far down.

-

“Ro, you and Virgil are coming to the cast party later, right?” Chloe was wiping off the Glinda makeup, her eyes tired but content. All of the performances had gone on without a hitch, and now they were done. It was an odd feeling, something that they had all been working so hard towards for months, finally coming to an end. 

“Yeah, we’re going to stop by for a bit, right babe?” Roman had already wiped his makeup off and was helping hold Virgil’s hair back as the silver paint was removed from the anxious man’s face. Virgil nodded, not saying anything as he wiped over his mouth. “You finally going to make a move on Megan?”

“I- Ro!” Chloe’s face turned bright red, and Virgil raised an eyebrow at the two. 

“Well, now I feel better about the fact that you two kissed my boyfriend,” Virgil muttered teasingly, and then they all stiffened as Megan came around the corner, humming the tune to Defying Gravity, the green paint removed from her body for the final time.

“Please, your boyfriend can kiss you all he likes, I felt nothing from him,” she said, her voice a bit strained. “Ugh, I need more tea.”

“I just heated up some water in the green room,” someone else said, walking past, and she groaned out a quick thanks, running off. As soon as she was out of earshot, Chloe smacked Roman on the shoulder.

“I cannot believe you!” she whined, pouting a little. “What if she heard you?”

“So? You wanna be with her, so you should go for it. Like I did with Virge.” Roman said, smirking, but Virgil glanced over his shoulder again, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“Excuse me, I was the one who initiated our audition practices and our first dance,” he pointed out, and Roman scoffed.

“Yeah, well!” he huffed, crossing his arms, “I kissed you first!” Chloe rolled her eyes, knowing this would take a while, and walked off, letting the couple continue their bickering.

- Virgil wasn’t exactly sure how he ended up perched on a tree branch, but he didn’t mind. It was nice and cool outside, the music from inside bleeding out into the backyard of the director’s house where the staff party was being held. He had Roman’s coat around his shoulders and was watching as Chloe and Megan sat on a bench near a different tree, talking in low whispers, Chloe’s hand trailing onto Megan’s thigh, their shy smiles and blushes visible even though the only light was the moon and some fairy lights.

Virgil had sent Roman in to socialize; it was his thing, anyways, and not really Virgil’s cup of tea. Every once in a while Roman would peek his head out of one of the sliding doors, and Virgil would shoot him a sweet smile and a thumbs up. 

He glanced down at his phone, checking the time, then shoved the tech back into his pocket, swinging his legs a bit. He heard giggles from the pair of girls, so he redirected his attention to them, only to notice them kissing, Megan’s hands tangled in Chloe’s short blonde hair. Virgil smiled, eyes closing as he leaned his head onto the main trunk of the tree, memories flooding him of his first kiss with Roman, and the many kisses they had shared since that day.

It surprised him that it had only been eight weeks since they got the roles in the play, and now it was all over. Virgil was already thinking ahead to the next production; performing was a bit much for him, so he knew he’d be working as a tech in the Winter and Spring productions. But he also knew it was time to start figuring out how he wanted to use his psychology degree.

He was a year older than Roman, and he’d be graduating in less than two years. Emile had suggested some summer internships, emailed him the applications, and Virgil knew it would be the next logical step to apply and try to get those spots. He had professors he could get recommendations from and Emile was a face that many in the area were familiar with.

His whole life was around the corner. Except all he wanted to do was storm into the house, grab Roman by the collar, and kiss him into oblivion. 

He didn’t do that, of course. He stayed on the branch, deep in thought, and eventually, he felt hands on his thighs and lips ghosting over his own. “C’mon, babe. Let’s get you home before you fall asleep and take a tumble out of that tree, hmm?”

“Ro?” he asked as the two were walking home, their hands intertwined.

“Hmm?” Roman was humming, his hands swinging childishly, and he glanced over at Virgil, a smile on his face.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Virgil asked, shocking himself with his tenacity. Roman looked surprised, too, but let Virgil finish his thought. “It’s just… do I want to be a therapist? Become a psychologist? I don’t know what I want to do with my degree, but I know I want to help people.” He sighed, but Roman squeezed his hand gently.

“I think it’s okay not to know, Virge. People like Logan and Patton have their whole lives planned out, but I mean… I don’t,” he admitted, and Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Like, yes. I want to act and perform, but it’s so hard to be successful. If I only ever do community performances I’ll be happy, but… I’ll have to figure something else out to be able to afford to live, you know?”

“...I could support you,” Virgil muttered, face turning red, and he silently hoped that Roman didn’t hear what he said. He was not so lucky, though.

“Oh. Well,” Roman cleared his throat. They hadn’t talked much about their future together, but both had hopes that they’d continue to be together. “That’s a lot to ask of you, but I’d appreciate all of the love and support you’d give me, if that’s… what you want.”

“I do want that,” Virgil slowed to a stop, the pair standing under a streetlight, and Roman looked up into his boyfriend’s eyes. “If you want to be this incredible community star, then I’ll support all of it. If you end up on Broadway, travelling the world, then I can support that too.”

“What about you, then?” Roman asked, his hand pressing over Virgil’s heart as the two stood closer, their breath visible in the cool air. Virgil shrugged, smiling.

“I can help people anywhere. But there’s only one you, Ro.”

-

Roman was taking the steps down two at a time, and when he looked up he saw Emile standing at the entrance of the building. He hesitated, but then decided to chat with the older man. “Hey, Picani.”

“Hi Roman! I saw one of your performances, you did wonderfully!” Emile said, a bright smile blending across his features.

“Oh, thank you,” Roman rubbed the back of his neck, smiling a bit sheepishly. “I just uh… wanted to thank you. For being a good mentor to Virgil.”

“No thanks necessary. I’m happy to help,” Emile responded, then he pursed his lips in thought. “Has he heard back from the internship application yet?”

“Huh? Oh… uh, no. I guess he’ll be hearing back after finals,” Roman said, then he glanced at his watch. “I should get going, I have a final, but thank you again.”

“Sure thing, kiddo.”

-

Virgil was running up the steps to Roman’s apartment when he heard a call from behind him. He stopped, glancing down to see Emile waving up at him. “Hey, Virgil! I saw the musical, you did great!!” he called, and Virgil smiled, nodding.

“Thanks, Emile.” He continued his run up the stairs, then knocked on the door once, before it was opened by Roman. He practically flung himself into his boyfriend’s arms. “Ro, guess what?”

“What is it, my love?” Roman asked, a chuckle behind his cheerful voice.

“I got the internship for next summer that I applied for! I get to be an assistant on a psychological trial!” he exclaimed, pulling back so Roman could see the bright smile on his face. “It’s a paid internship, too!”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you! Congratulations!” Roman responded happily, leaning up to capture Virgil’s lips in his own. “We should go out and celebrate!”

“I have something else in mind,” Virgil said, a smirk on his face as he pulled Roman past all of the moving boxes and towards his boyfriend’s bedroom.

The future wouldn’t be so scary as long as they had each other’s hands to hold.

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[starrywolf101]

Brothers AU

As children, Logan never really cared for going out and exploring the world when he had books to read instead., but when the twins were old enough, they took Logan with them

They even taught Logan how to properly catch frogs!

Remus and Roman are what inspired Logan's curiosity and love for the natural world!

And then, adult Logan always gets lovingly teased by Janus about his fascination with things most people don't think twice about. That is, until Logan starts organizing family wilderness appreciation trips with the twins to get Janus to fully appreciate the world too!

Janus just thinks his partner is a nerd— but he's his nerd

[sanderssidesgiftxchange]

merry christmas @jamespotterisajerk​ !

title: The Value in a Name pairings: romantic virgil/sleep, romantic roman/logan/patton, queerplatonic logan/deceit rating: T warnings: Implied deaths of unnamed characters, past abuse mention, swearing, sympathetic deceit wordcount: 27,163

summary: He knew it was stupid, running to the fae for help. But Virgil had no where else to run to, and if the only help he could find was going to be in a mischievous creatures of the woods, so be it.

After all, how much could trading away his name really cost him?

notes: I had a lot of fun making this!! I hope you enjoy it 😊

[sign-from-god-complex]

awwwwwww!!!!! this is so sweet!!!! I love them

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AO3

Pairings: QPR Lociet

Warnings: Light insecurity/Anxiety

Word count: 3,989

Description: Logan and Janus rescue a kitten on their first date :)

[Reposting this for better formatting on my writing masterpost]

gosh part of me wants to revisit this AU lol

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    “Well…I guess I’ll see you later.”

    “I would assume so. You do tend to frequent my place of employment rather consistently.”

    Ouch.

    Janus tried to hide his hurt as he smiled crookedly up at the cute barista that he’d only recently managed to work up the courage to ask out on a date. A crack of thunder rolled across the sky above them, and Janus watched as Logan pulled down the hood of his raincoat.

    Crappy weather for a date.

    Despite Logan’s constant reassurances that he enjoyed the rain, Janus couldn’t help but feel that their date had been doomed from the start. He sighed and smiled. If he was being honest with himself, things could have gone worse. He knew he’d loved every minute of their afternoon together and he only hoped Logan felt the same. They’d had lunch at a quiet little bistro downtown that Logan had recommended and after they’d ran through the pouring rain down the block to one of Logan’s favorite bookstores. A warm smile spread across Janus’ at the fresh memory of following Logan through the aisles listening to him talk endlessly about all of his favorite authors. Logan could go on for hours and Janus was all too eager to listen.  The way his face lit up when he was excited was too pure and perfect. He was perfect. Logan had even inquired about Janus’ reading preferences and picked out some novels for him to read so they could discuss them later.

    Guess that doesn’t mean much though, if there’s not going to be a second date.

    Janus swallowed sadly. The date really had been perfect.

    Why did I have to get invested?

    He’d been debating about asking for him for months. Janus knew his schedule at the coffee shop by heart at this point. They’d been taking for nearly a year and his best friend had talked him into at least asking him out.

    I’m going to kill Ro—

    “I have some concerns about your caffeine intake. Continued reliance on stimulants can affect your mood and sleep patterns.” Logan absentmindedly pulled his keys from his pocket and worked through the keys to find the right one. Janus felt his heart skip a beat as Logan tilted his head up to smirk at him. “Then again, if it weren’t for your dependence on caffeine, I would see you much less and that would be truly disappointing.“

    Janus stifled a squeak of surprise as flash of lightning illuminated Logan’s porch. He played it cool, hoping the lightning had  distracted Logan from the almost certainly undignified face he’d made at Logan’s words. With a devilish smile, he took a step closer to Logan as thunder rumbled around them. “I definitely would never put my heath at risk in order to see you more often.”

    This time it was Logan’s turn to blush and Janus couldn’t help the smile that quirked on his lips at the sight.

    Logan cleared his throat, and fumbled with his keys. Janus raised an eyebrow. He seemed to be stalling, even as he moved to leave. “Well, umm. Yes. I suppose we should part ways for the night.”

    Oh god. He wants me to kiss him.

    A slight shiver ran up Janus’ spine at the thought and his smile faltered for a moment. It wasn’t that Logan was an unattractive person. Quite the opposite actually. Janus often caught himself staring at Logan whenever he wasn’t careful. Janus swallowed nervously. Logan wasn’t the problem. Aesthetically, he was very attractive. Janus just didn’t wasn’t the type for romantic attraction, or sexual really, but he’d always been more repulsed by romantic gestures than anything.

    The hand-holding, sappy, over-the-top displays of affection that everyone in the world seemed to enjoy made his stomach turn. Kissing most of all confounded him. Why people seemed to enjoy trying to swallow each other’s tongues, he’d never know.

    But they do and I don’t. I guess it’s better to rip off the band-aid now and tell him I’m aromantic. It’s better to see if he can live with that before this goes too far.

    Janus swallowed nervously. Rejection was never easy, and he wasn’t sure he could handle it coming from the barista who he’d seen nearly every day for the last year.

    God, I’m never going to be able to get a decent cup of coffee again.

    “Listen, Logan—” He started nervously.

    Mew.

    Janus stopped, seeing the confused expression on Logan’s face. “Do you have a cat?”

    Logan shook his head, glancing around the porch. “I do not.”

    “It’s pouring rain right now.” Janus glanced around at the puddles of water pooling in the shallow dips in Logan’s yard.

    Mewww.

    The cat’s call was longer this time and was almost shrill with fear.

    “Perhaps, we should locate this cat. It appears to be distressed and combination of rain and wind could pose potential danger for a small animal.” Janus could see the worry growing in Logan’s eyes, and he nodded, following behind Logan as he stepped off the porch to follow the noise.

    Mewwww.

    The calls were getting louder and more insistent as they approached the far side of the deck and peered through the cross hatch underneath.

    Mewwww.

    Janus eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness under the deck and he could just make out a small, black kitten cowering in the shadows.

    “It’s young,” Logan looked over at Janus with a serious expression. “Barely old enough to be weaned. It must have squeezed through the gaps in the wood and gotten stuck.”

   Janus nodded. “Well, since I’m definitely slender enough to slip through that gap, do you have a drill?”

    Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you going to take it apart?”

    “What?” Janus smiled teasingly at him. “I don’t seem trustworthy?”

    His coyness seemed to fall on deaf ears as nervous settled across Logan’s face. “Are you licensed?”

    “No, but I know what I’m doing, and if we waste time trying to find someone with the proper qualifications, that kitten is going to be iintrouble.” Logan still looked wary, but Janus was quick to reassure him. “Trust me. I’ve done this several times before. It’s just a couple of screws holding it in place. It’ll pop right back on when I’m done.”

    Logan nodded and Janus blushed at the subtle smile that appeared on his face. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

    Logan stood up and went inside, leaving Janus squatting in the drizzling rain as he looked down at the little kitten shivering near one of the supporting posts.

    “Hey there, little one.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue, trying to coax it closer. “It’s a little cold out here, huh?”

    Mew.

    “I know. We’re going to get you out of there and find some place warm for yiu to stay. Okay?”

    Mew.

    Too his surprise, the kitten stood up, approaching him cautiously. Janus reached out a hand rubbing his fingers together and clicking. “Come on, buddy. Make this easier on us and just come out of there.”

    Mew.

    “How about you do me a solid and help me impress this cute boy I’m on a date with?”

    Mew.

    The kitten stopped just behind the crisscrossing wood and sat on the ground. Janus sighed and smiled. “Just like a cat to make things difficult.”

    Mew.

    “No? Nature itself would like me to fail?” Janus rolled his eyes. “That hardly what I ever would have expected.”

    Janus reached his fingers through the wood, but stopped as the kitten backed away cautiously. He waited patiently as the kitten relaxed. Janus could feel the rain dripping down his face as the cat sniffed his hand. Janus smiled as the whiskers tickled his hand. The cat rubbed its face on Janus’ hand and allowed him to reach up to scratch it’s chin. “See? I’m not a bad guy, right?”

    Meewwww.

    The cat whined as Janus pulled his hand out from the gap. “Well, come out then if you want more.”

    Mew.

    The kitten trailed behind his fingers and reluctantly pushed it head through the door. Janus picked it up, cuddling it close in his arms. The little, cat purred happily in his hands as he scratched his chin. He slowly stood up, just as Logan came around the corner, with a drill in one hand and a towel in the other. His shoulders dropped in surprise as he noticed the purring kitten in Janus’ arms.

    A subtle smirk appeared on Logan’s face as the worry disappeared “I see you didn’t actually require my assistance at all.”

    Janus’ heart fluttered with pride at the smile on Logan’s lips, but he forced himself to play it off nonchalantly. “I only needed a moment alone to work my magic powers.”

    Logan smirked back at him. “Well, I will admit I am impressed.”

    “Yes,  it’s definitely that, and not at all the fact that you’re relieved that I don’t have to take your deck apart.” Janus smiled smugly.

    “I won’t deny that is preferential to the alternative, but I am impressed you seem to have all the have all the beauty and power of a Disney princess.” Logan narrowed his eyes playfully at him.

    Great. At least I know Roman would approve.

    Janus rolled his eyes. “Are we going inside then?”

    Logan hesitated, suddenly nervous again. When he finally spoke, hos voice was friendly, but cautious. “I must admit I don’t usually allow the men I date into my home on the first date.“

    “Yes, because I often plan to rescue a scared kitten in order to gain access to my date’s homes.” Janus immediately regretted his sarcasm as a look of discomfort crossed Logan’s face. “You know what? That wasn’t fair, Logan. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go. Do you want to take—”

    Logan’s face softened quickly and he held up a hand to stop him. “You’re not going anywhere, Janus.”

    Janus froze in confusion. “But you just said—”

    “I know,” Logan smiled sweetly at him. “but these are hardly normal circumstance. You are helping me, and you’re soaking wet for your efforts. I think I can bend the rules for you. After all, you’re hardly a stranger at this point.”

    The corner of Janus’ lips twitched into a smile and nodded as Logan led him around the front of his house. Stepping inside, he couldn’t help but notice that the walls of the room were lined with unpacked boxes.

    “Did you just move in?”

    “Yesterday.” Logan slipped off his raincoat to reveal the dark blue button up and tie he’d come to expect with him.

    “It’s a nice place.” Janus glanced around. His home was small, maybe two bedrooms, but it was nicely painted and the dark leather sofa and end tables in the room were definitely high quality. The cloud cover outside dampened the natural light in the room, but a small lamp in the corner illuminated the room in a warm light. “Do you live alone?”

    Logan raised an eyebrow at him.

    Janus flushed, holding the sleeping kitten close to his chest. “Sorry. I suppose I it would have been wise to start with a less serial-killer-type question.”

    Logan laughed and Janus couldn’t help but grin stupidly at the smile on Logan’s face.

  “I think I can find it in myself to overlook your red flags.” Logan opened one of the boxes and began to unload it’s contents in neat piles on the floor. “I had a previous house mate, but he recently moved in with his boyfriend and I moved here.”

    “That’s rough. I suppose money’s a bit tight then? I can’t imagine you make enough as a barista to easily afford a place like this.”

    Logan lifted the empty box with him as he stood up, giving Janus a strange look. “You are aware I own the coffee shop I work in, correct?”

    “What?” Janus mouth dropped open as he nearly shouted in surprise. The kitten mewed irritably, and Janus dropped his voice. “Since when?”

    “Since it’s inception.” Logan shrugged as he put the shallow box on the sofa. “The previous roommate I mentioned and I actually own a few of them throughout town.”

    Janus looked at him dumbfounded.  “Is that why you won’t let me tip you?”

    Logan smiled at Janus’ shock and shrugged as he pulled a blanket off the back of the couch.  He tucked the blanket into the box to make a makeshift bed for the kitten in Janus’ arms. “It’s not customary to tip the proprietor of an establishment.”

    “But you never said that was why.” Janus spat out. “You just played coy with me.”

    Logan smirked at him and laughed. “I was… I believe the correct phrase is, ‘being a tease.’”

    “Do you mean to tell me you’ve been flirting with me this entire time?”

    “Clearly.” He stated plainly, but Janus could see the subtle smile tugging at his lips. His smile grew as he reached his hands out. “Now, give her to me.”

    “Her?” Janus asked as he passed the kitten to Logan

    “I’m fairly certain judging by her size and physical traits but…” The cat chirped in protest of being lifted out of the warm towel and he lifted her up to examine her. “She is female. Although I suppose the pronouns are arbitrary, considering cats are not familiar with human social construct of gender—”

    “You’re trying to distract me from the fact that you flirted with me for a year, and as you can see, it’s working flawlessly.” Janus crossed his arms and tried to look disappointed.

    Logan merely rolled his eyes and tucked the kitten under his arm as he reached into an open box to grab a small towel. He gently massaged the dampness off the purring kitten in his hand as he continued speaking. “I think that I enjoy having the figurative tables turned. Usually it is I who is considered the oblivious party.”

    “You mean to tell me I could have been dating you this whole time?” Janus put his hand on his forehead in dramatic, mock frustration. “Tragedy does strike at me yet again.”

    “You have been quite the conversation at the coffee shop. If I’m not mistaken,  there were even betting pools about when you were finally going to ask me out.” Janus blushed and Logan chuckled as the kitten started to climb his shirt. He carefully unhooked the kitten’s claws from his shirt and set her down in the box, and for a moment, they watched as the kitten began to knead the blankets, apparently enthralled by the soft material. Logan drew his eyes away and glanced up at him with a soft smile. “Personally, I’m glad you waited a while though. I prefer to know someone for some time before I consider them as a romantic partner.”

    Logan’s voice was carefree as he reached down to stroke the kitten, but Janus heart sank as he was reminded of the potential deal breaker hanging over his head. “Logan…”

    Logan’s head shot back up at his serious tone.

    “Come sit.” He gestured for Logan to join him on the couch. Janus sat on one side of the box and Logan slowly dropped onto to other side. He hung his head and was quiet for a while, hesitant to break their easy chemistry.

    “Janus, if I have offended you in some way, I’m sorry—” Logan looked over at him with concern in his eyes.

    “You didn’t offend me.” Janus hung his head, anxiety building in his chest. He watched kitten twirl around in the box between them and drop into the blanket, laying her head on her tail as she settled in comfortably.  “I just would prefer to have this discussion before either if us get too invested.”

    Logan stared at him for a while, but nodded and waited patiently as Janus gathered his thoughts.

    “Logan, I’m aromantic.” Janus looked up at him expecting disappointment, but was met with a confused expression.

    “Well, yes. You smell very pleasant. I don’t know what that has to do—”

    “What?” Janus paused for a moment before the realization his him. “No. Not aromatic, Logan. Aromantic.”

    Logan paused. “I’m sorry. I’m not familiar with the term.”

    “Oh, right.” Janus hadn’t considered that he may have to explain the concept. “Have you heard of the split attraction model?”

    Logan looked at him curiously. “No.”

    Janus smiled patiently at him. “It’s based on the idea that there are multiple types of attraction. Many people experience sexual and romantic attraction simultaneously  so they consider them to be the same thing, but there’s a spectrum of people who experience attraction differently or not at all., and I’m one of those people.”

    Logan nodded contemplatively. “Okay.”

    “I’m still questioning some of my identity. I assume I’m demisexual, which means I only find people attractive with whom I’ve formed a significant attachment. To be honest though, I’ve never been in a situation where I’ve put that theory into practice so to speak,” Janus sighed and hung his head. “But I know I’m aromantic.”

    “Which means what exactly?” Logan inquired seriously, stroking the kitten between them.

    “I don’t experience romantic attraction.” Janus watched Logan’s neutral expression as he explained. “I’m not drawn to people, because I want to be romantic or lovey with them. I don’t like holding hands or sappy romantic gestures. The idea of kissing is repulsive to me. I just don’t enjoy being part of that kind of relationship, because that kind of affection makes me uncomfortable.”

    “So, you are just interested in the potential for sex?”

    “No,” Janus’ face scrunched in disgust. “I’m not looking for that at all.”

    “I’m sorry. I’m trying not to assume anything.” Logan paused and Janus could see the struggle to understand in Logan’s face. “I’m just trying to figure out what your intentions for asking me out were, if they weren’t due to some degree of attraction.”

    Janus looked up at him, desperation in his eyes. “I am attracted to you in my own way. I enjoyed spending time with you and talking today. I like listening to you laugh or listening to tall excitedly about books. My attraction for you is real. It’s just not romantic.”

    Logan watched him carefully. “And you’re not just trying to tell me you just want to be friends?”

    “No.” Janus said tiredly. His anxiety gave way to exhaustion. “I am interested in a committed relationship with you. I just don’t want the type of relationship you see in a rom-com. I want to spend time with you rescuing cats and drinking coffee.”

    Logan was quiet for a long time and Janus heart sank further and further with each passing second. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but he felt his heart shattering.

     “So,” Logan spoke slowly. “You want to spend time with me. You want to be in a relationship, but you don’t want to kiss me hold hands or be affectionate?”

     Janus couldn’t bring himself to look up at Logan’s face. “I’d be affectionate. It just manifests differently. Something like the thought of listening to you talk excitedly about the stars is more appealing to me that the thought of kissing you.”

     Logan was silent, and Janus finally looked up at him. His hand had stopped moving on the kitten’s back. Janus heart shattered at the downcast look on Logan’s face. He felt tears in his eyes.

    Damn it. Why’d I get invested?

    Rejection sucks.

   He choked back a sob, and stood to leave. “I’m sorry. This is stupid—”

    “Janus—”

    “I’m sorry I wasted your time.” Janus turned to go, but Logan caught his wrist.

    “Janus, stop.”

    “Logan, if you don’t want this, it’s fi—” Janus’ words failed him as he turned to see tears in Logan’s eyes.

    Logan looked down at where he held Janus’ wrist before moving his gaze up to his eyes. “I’m sorry. I needed a moment to process what you were saying, I think… I think I may be aromantic too. I just lacked a word to define my feelings.”

    Janus froze for a moment, but as Logan dropped his wrist, Janus turned to kneel in front of Logan. “Shit, I didn’t see that coming. I’m sorry. Are you doing okay?”

    “I’m not the only one.“ Logan’s voice was breathless.

    Janus’ lip curled into a smile. “You’re not alone, Logan.”

    Logan sighed and he chuckled softly as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually prone to being this dramatic.”

    “You aren’t being dramatic.”

    “Is that one of your blatant falsehoods that you hide under the guise of sarcasm?” Logan sniffed, but Janus could see a smile twitch on his lips.

    “No, I’ve never been so truthful about anything in my life.” Janus reached a hand out and rested it on Logan’s forearm. “Society puts pressure on us to live a certain way. The release of knowing there are other options can be a lot to handle.”

    “I never even considered there may be alternatives.” Logan ran a hand through his hair and Janus couldn’t resist smiling as Logan mussed his own hair. Seeing Logan let his guard down made his heart flutter. “I simply accepted that I would be slightly uncomfortable in my relationships.”

    “You don’t have to do that,” Janus smiled up at the him nervously. “especially if I get a part in your journey.”

    “Janus?”

    “Yes, Logan?” Janus gently squeezed his wrist.

    “May I hug you?”

    “Yes. I’m certainly not dying for you to do just  that.”

    Janus stretched his arms out and a warm feeling flooded his chest as Logan pulled him close.

    “Thank you, Jan.”

    Janus’ heart fluttered at the nickname and he smiled. “For what?”

    “For giving me a word to explain what I’ve been feeling.”

    “I’m glad I could help you.” Janus pulled back as Logan released him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Logan’s warm smile and the wet streaks of happy tears glistening on his face. “Can I assume you’re still interested in continuing to see me then?”

    “God, yes.” Logan’s face flushed and he nervously backtracked. “I mean, if that would be favorable to you.”

    “God, yes please.” Janus laughed. His face was almost sore from how wide he was smiling as he wiped away the tears that were now falling freely down his face. Logan laughed and Janus would have sworn that sound to be the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

    Mew.

    Janus tore his eyes away from Logan to look down the tiny, black cat crawling to the edge of the box. Realizing she was close to edge, he reached out to stop her, but his reaction was a moment too slow. With a tumble, the kitten fell over the edge of the box and landed softly in Logan’s lap. Janus leaned back on his ankles, watching Logan smile as he stroked the kitten in his lap. She purred loudly, bumping her head insistently against Logan’s hands in demand for more attention.

    “What are you going to do with her?”

    Logan looked up at Janus with a sad smile. “She is well taken care of a shows indications of prior human socialization, so I expect I should attempt to find her owner.”

    Janus smirked, seeing the growing fondness in Logan’s eyes as he looked down at the satisfied kitten. “And if you can’t find her owner?”

    “I have always desired the companionship of a cat. They’re exceptionally clever creatures, but I never had the opportunity because my previous housemate was allergic.” Logan looked up at Janus with a sparkle in his eye. “So, if attempts to find her owner are unsuccessful, you may have just given me the perfect house-warming gift.”

    “Good, because I want to give you everything.” Janus smiled happily and his heart felt light in his chest as he stared into Logan’s eyes.

[chemically-imbalanced-emo]

Polaris - Soulmate September Day Three

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)

Relationships: Queerplatonic Analogical, Romantic Dukexiety, Romantic Loceit

Word Count: 1143

Also Available On AO3 !!!

"Seriously, Virgil. I do not understand her odd obsession with hiding my things."

Virgil hummed in acknowledgment, tossing the watch that Polaris had dropped in his lap back to Logan. "I don't know either, dude. She's just playing."

"Well her 'playing' is going to make me late for class."

"Don't be dramatic, L. It's Friday, your class doesn't start for an hour, and you've never missed a class in your life. Even if you were late, one time won't ruin everything."

Frustration aside, Logan smiled as Virgil held his own bracelet above Polaris' head, lifting it slightly higher every time she jumped to grab it.

These moments were nice. These small, domestic moments that proved they were indeed soulmates, amatonormativity be damned.

As he watched Virgil play with the fox, his eyes landed on the crystal hanging from his neck.

"You're wearing rose quartz," Logan noted, teasingly, smiling as Virgil's blush shone through his foundation. "You have a date tonight, don't you?"

"Oh shut it…"

"Nonsense, I'm just curious. Remus isn't it?" He thought back to the week prior, when Virgil had come home at night multiple times only to immediately collapse onto the couch, mumbling about something that Remus had said to him that day.

Virgil rolled his eyes, putting his bracelet back on and pulling Polaris into his lap. "…Yeah."

"I imagine you're just as nervous as ever."

"Actually, I don't think I am," Virgil said,  laughing lightly when Logan looked at him doubtfully.

"Oh? Not that I'm unhappy for you, but that is unusual."

"Yeah well," He shrugged. "Remus isn't a serious person, I don't need to be nervous around him. It's like with you, ya know?"

Logan scoffed. "I absolutely do not know. I am a serious person. All the time. It's a very large part of my personality."

"Oh right, strictly serious Logan. Who was definitely not staring at Janus' tits in the library yesterday."

"I don’t-" He sputtered. "That is extremely unprofessional!"

"So you're saying you weren't staring?" Virgil raised an eyebrow, smirking when he didn't receive an answer. "That’s what I thought. You really just gotta ask him already, dude."

"You are mean, you know that?"

"But you love me~"

Logan didn't answer that either, simply rolling his eyes (and definitely not blushing) and walking into the kitchen. He pulled a glass down from the cabinet, smiling exasperatedly as he heard scratching on the lower cabinets to his left.

He looked down to see Polaris sitting there, her head tilted to the left.

"What?" Logan asked lightly, crouching down to her level. "Care to steal something else from me?"

"She wants a pupcake," Virgil called from the living room. "Patton dropped some stuff off last night, I think they're on top of the fridge."

"Like 2AM, I think. Could you grab me a soda while you're in there?"

"Patton was here last night?" Logan pulled a box down from the fridge, verifying the label before pulling one of the small cakes out, tossing it to the fox that was now jumping at his legs. "I didn't see them, were they here particularly late?"

 

Logan frowned, grabbing the drink anyway. He threw it to Virgil as he sat on the couch next to him. "You really should get more sleep, you know."

"And you should really get some bitches, yet here you are, pining over a philosophy major. Speaking of which actually I need a favour."

"I-" Logan's jaw dropped, his hand pausing where he had been adjusting his glasses. "Why on earth would I help you after that comment?"

''Because you love me, we just talked about this. Now wait here!" Rushing, Virgil stood quickly, running down the hall where Logan heard him go into his room.

Still in shock, Logan looked over at Polaris, who seemed to be laughing. Hiding her face behind her paws as she ducked her head.

"You are never on my side, you know that?" Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes when Polaris jumped up onto the couch and softly hit her head on his arm.

The two sat there for a moment, before a large crash sounded from the hallway. Almost immediately Virgil stumbled back into the living room, obviously struggling to see around the pile of fabric in his arms. To Logan's surprise, he managed to make it around the chair nearest to the hall, dropping the fabric on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Virgil I don't-"

"I know you don't do fashion or whatever but one of us," He pointed to himself exaggeratedly. "Is colourblind, and I have a date so please just tell me which of these shirts goes with the skirt. Be objective or whatever, I don't care."

Logan's eyes flickered down to Virgil's hands, which were now shaking. "I thought you weren't nervous." He said softly.

"I'm not!" Virgil stressed, sighing when Logan looked unconvinced. "Lo I just... I really like him, okay ? And maybe I'll look really stupid and he'll be all 'God why would I wanna be seen with this asshole' and then I'll die or something so please just help me?"

Holding his hands up, Logan stood and walked over to the table. "Alright, I'll help." He shuffled through the pile, looking for a specific top, before pulling out a deep purple halter top. He held it out to the other, speaking quietly as to not overwhelm Virgil any further.

"This one will make your hair look brighter. Wear some extravagant eyeliner with it. You'll look fine, dear."

Virgil ignored the shirt, choosing instead to throw his arms around Logan's shoulders, hiding his face in his chest. "Thanks Logan."

Surprised, Logan slowly hugged him back. "Of course, Vee."

The two pulled back after a moment, and Virgil looked at the clock on the bookshelf across the room. "Oh shit, you gotta go. Here, I'll get your book."

He walked over to the shelf, slowly scanning through the books.

"You know..." Virgil said, "I heard Remus mention super subtly that Janus is gonna be in the library alone tonight."

"And by subtly you mean-"

"You do not want to know what I mean."

Logan hummed. "Understood. Well perhaps I could stop by after class."

"Promise you won't chicken out?"

"I promise I'll do my best."

That seemed to appease Virgil, who smiled and handed Logan his book off the shelf. "Have fun at class, nerd."

Rolling his eyes, Logan moved his hand as to take the book, grabbing Virgil's hand at the last second. "Thank you, dear."

He smirked proudly at Virgil's immediate blush, watching him stutter. At their feet, Polaris looked between the two of them happily.

"Love you... or whatever."

"I love you 'or whatever' too, Virgil."

Virgil breathed deeply, dropping his head down on Logan's shoulder before mumbling.

"You're still a huge coward, though."

"Oh, says you."

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Human au. dance au

Deceit and Logan are a team and play giant floor piano.

They were once on different teams, but after Logan moved after a fall out with his past partner, and Deceit got falsely accused for rigging the finale and kicked out from his own group they trained on their own, until their friendship with Remus and Roman brought them together.

They did not get along that well at first, but had to spend time together due to the dance competition messing up and putting them as a team instead of against each other. feelings and pinning ensues.

Remus step dances.

Virgil does breakdance

Patton and Roman do choreographic dances.

[therubyjailcell]

Different Together - [Sanders Sides Secret Santa 2019]

A/N: This is my submission for @sanderssantas‘ event! It was made for @citrusmoonlight, in response to the prompt they submitted, "tattoo parlor/flower shop au, patton is a tattoo artist and virgil is the owner of the flower shop and lives above the shop and they’re cute and fluffy with each other" I had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope it's fun for you to read! :) Also, Dee is non-binary (xe/xem) and sympathetic, and there’s a mention of Remus at one point

Summary: Patton and Virgil are widely different. One is a tall, sort of threatening looking tattoo artist, the other is sweet and pastel, and owns a flower shop... But they're together anyway. Who cares if it's not in the way expected by others?

Ship: QPR Moxiety, romantic Loceit

TW: None that I can think of? Maybe a difficulty for people to understand QPRs and some confusion about aromantism. 

WC: 3254

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Patton glanced out of the window of his shop, to the flower shop across the street, trying to catch at least a glimpse at the owner of said shop - and sure enough, Virgil was there, smiling at a customer. Patton couldn’t help the fond smile that made its way to his lips, and he let out a giggle - a reaction seemingly very out of character for someone who looked like him, but really wasn’t, if you knew him well enough. Despite looking like a biker of sort, with his many many tattoos and piercings, and his destroy/punk rock kind of style, as well as his usually heavy makeup, Patton has always been a happy person, with a soft side for the people he held dear - like Virgil, for example.

The older man let out a content sigh before looking back at the tattoo design he had been working on these past few days - but it was never quite right. The tattoo was meant for Virgil, and it had to be perfect, a perfect design for the most perfect person in Patton’s world. Virgil had asked Patton to make him his tattoo, first tattoo - and how weird it felt, imagining Virgil with a tattoo made by him. Not bad! Just strange. Virgil with a tattoo was strange. But also, for everyone but the two of them, Virgil anywhere near Patton’s shop was strange - even simply Virgil around Patton was strange. Virgil was soft on the outside, and he liked pastel colors and black, wore a lot of dresses, always had hair clips, and dyed his hair in pastel colors, he liked to wear too big clothes, and a touch of make up, and he smiled slightly, a shy smile, always - even on bad days. Whereas Patton looked strong and threatening to most, Virgil looked quiet and fragile. The older man knew better though. He’d seen Virgil angry against people, he’d seen Virgil snap before - he’d seen the other break before, too. Neither of these were things he’d want to ever see again. While Patton looked mean and bad, but was actually soft and caring, Virgil looked soft and sweet, but was actually anxious and extremely cautious about other humans. Not many people were allowed near him, let alone near his heart - and Patton would never be grateful enough to be allowed this close.

It had taken a while though. Patton and Virgil knew each other since they were kids, but Patton was mostly friend with the twins, Virgil’s older brothers, Roman and Remus, at the time. Virgil was a couple of years younger, already rather shy, already with a rather big temper. Roman and Remus were Patton’s best friends at the time, and Patton spent a lot of time at their place - their parents were working a lot, but really sweet and caring. Patton’s parents were… not that nice - doing their best, but clearly had done well not to get any other kids. As they were halfway through middle school, Patton’s mom got a new job, on the other side of the state, and Patton’s family moved out to another city. And at first, Patton and the twins kept in touch, they did! But as time passed, Remus and Patton grew apart, and then Roman and Patton did too - that was just life. Patton kind of stopped thinking about it.

He went through the rest of middle school and then high school with a lot of difficulties - he wasn’t the smart teacher’s pet, nor the most popular amongst his fellow students, his parents were busy a lot. He grew up on his own, mostly, and in high school, he met one of his best friends, Logan. They kind of made their own group together, Logan being the one who introduced Patton to most of his now favourite bands. Logan was smart enough to get away with most things, and together, they had a lot of fun. It was with Logan that Patton discovered the art of tattoos, and with Logan that he had gone to study it. It was with Logan that he had created his shop. Patton was proud of this, and a couple of months after the opening, Logan had shyly introduced to Patton his new partner - Devyn. Logan had been really nervous about it for some reason, and Patton had reassured him quickly - and even become friends with Devyn. They didn’t always agree together, but Patton liked xem well, and he honestly had to admit, Logan and Devyn were lovely together.

About 6 months after opening the shop, Patton had noticed the shop across the street, which had been so far closed at all times, was being renovated. He wondered what it was going to become - and about 2 weeks after, he got his answer as a large sign was hung above the windows. A flower shop - Patton was sort of intrigued in all honesty. A few days after that, the store was opened, and when Patton got some time, he went in to greet the new person around. And meeting Virgil (again) had been… the strangest thing in Patton’s life. The man behind the counter was humming quietly as he was arranging flowers together, and Patton’s brain shut down a bit. Virgil looked like he came from some kind of fantastic land, almost fairy-like, with all the pastel colours, the number of jewels he was wearing, and the way he walked around. Virgil looked up at Patton and smiled, greeting him, and Patton almost lost his voice. It took him a minute before he managed to explain he was from the shop across the street, and that his name was Patton Hart, and-

“I used to know someone named like that., the other giggled, My name’s Virgil Kingsley. Nice to meet you!”

Patton blinked at the name - he knew that name. He observed Virgil before he realised. Virgil definitely looked like Roman and Remus.

“Do you have brothers?

- … Excuse me?, the other said, obviously confused.

- Sorry, hm- But, do you have brothers? Twins? Your brothers, if you have them, are they twins?

- I- Well, yeah, how-?, the other paused before his eyes widened, You are Roman and Remus’s old friend!

- Wow, that was definitely not how I expected to see you again. Actually, I didn’t think I would see you again - no offense, sorry.

- None taken, I didn’t think I’d see you again either. But yesterday I was looking at old pictures and, well, you were there - you changed.

- I guess so…, he said, looking at Virgil up and down before smiling, So did you. Last time I saw you, you wore nearly only black - and now, you’ve got plenty of colour, I see?

- Hah, well… Long story. Life happened. And, well, you wore so much color, I guess we traded then?

- Life happened, yeah. I don’t think the trade was bad though, colours suit you.

- Thanks. Black suits you too.”

They chatted together for a while, that day, before Patton headed back to his shop. It was nice - and they met up again the next day, and the one after, and the one after that too. They kept meeting for a while, always during lunch break though. It was nice - Patton felt happy around Virgil. Life happened - a year, two, three -, and after a while, Virgil nervously asked Patton if they could maybe meet up outside of working hours. Patton had obviously accepted, and they met at Virgil’s flat, which was right above the shop. The evening had been nice, they’d chatted, caught up more than usual, and in the end, Virgil had admitted he kind of wanted to trust Patton - and Patton knew how much it meant, he knew that meant Virgil liked him enough to want to try and trust him, he knew how hard it was to trust people when one has trust issues, and he knew that meant a lot. It meant the world to the older man at least - he promised Virgil he would do everything to never make him regret that decision. And the smile on Virgil’s face definitely made sure he’d keep his promise.

A lot of people asked about their relationship. Logan had been the first to call Virgil “Patton’s boyfriend”, which had unsettled Patton. They weren’t boyfriends, neither of them had asked the other out…? He had told that to Logan, which had looked a bit confused but had apologised - he had assumed, with how much time they spent together, but wouldn’t do it again. Some time later, Devyn had mentioned something about them acting like a married couple already despite only dating - Patton corrected xem as well, and xe had frowned slightly, apologising again, and glancing at Logan who had shaken his head. Patton had been really confused about this, and couldn’t get the thought out of his head. After several other people commented, but once he had corrected them, had been way less comprehensive as Logan and Devyn, and hadn’t apologised to him for assuming, Patton started to feel a bit upset. He had never really dated anyone before, never really thought about it - he didn’t know what it felt like, to be in love. He knew he loved Virgil - but he had no idea how, never really looked into it. He didn’t like the feeling of people assuming something or acting like they knew better than him. He felt uncomfortable about it. After a bit, he decided he should ask Virgil about it: the younger man seemed to have answers to everything, like some kind of magical being - and he had the ability to calm Patton down so easily.

“Hey, Veevee?, mumbled the older man that night, staring at the floor.

- What’s up Patt?, answered Virgil, observing him attentively.”

Patton had been relatively quiet that night, and he could feel his friend’s worry radiating off of him. He felt really bad about that - he didn’t mean to upset him. He sighed and shrugged slightly, hugging himself - he hadn’t really been up for hugs tonight, and Virgil had respected that, but a part of the older man had hoped that for once, the younger one had refused to listen. Patton wasn’t really sure what he wanted, honestly.

“People keep asking if we’re dating- No. They keep saying we are, and act like I’m stupid and don’t know something when I correct them - am I? Stupid, I mean. Did I just… not realise something?

- Oh, Patt, no-, Virgil started then sighed, shaking his head.”

The younger man scooted slightly closer and held out a hand for Patton to hold, not forcing the other to take it though. Patton didn’t take it, but he did shift to lay his head in Virgil’s lap. The other smiled softly and ran his fingers through Patton’s hair - that always made the other relax, and today was no exception. Patton was so grateful for this.

“You’re not stupid, Patt. You didn’t miss anything, I promise., Virgil said, looking at him with a fond look.

- Then… Why do people keep doing this…?

- Because they don’t understand this. They don’t understand us.”

Patton looked at him, and smiled slightly. He liked that answer. It felt better than him not understanding them. Virgil hummed softly.

“Do you know what aromantic means, Patt?, the younger man asked softly.”

Virgil was slightly hesitant, looking away - and Patton frowned slightly at that. Virgil wasn’t usually nervous around him, let alone anxious… He observed him for a bit, before shaking his head. Virgil glanced back at him and gulped. Patton reached out for Virgil’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the other man’s cheek bone in soothing motions. Anything to help Virgil feel more comfortable. The younger man leaned into the touch and seemed to relax slowly.

“Aromantism means a lack of romantic attraction., he muttered, eyes closed, voice shaking slightly, It means you don’t fall in love romantically with anyone.

- Oh., Patton whispered, watching the other with wide eyes.

- It’s a spectrum, too. Some people don’t feel any romantic attractions, some people feel some very rarely, some only when they know someone very well…

- Okay., Patton whispered, mostly to reassure Virgil that he was still there, still listening.”

Virgil sighed, pausing for a bit. Patton watched him, still brushing his thumb on the other man’s cheek bone, hoping it would help Virgil feel less anxious - it did seem to help a little. Virgil took a deep breath before nodding slightly.

“I’m somewhere on that spectrum., he whispered.

- Okay., Patton whispered back.

- … Okay…?, Virgil asked, a bit worried, looking back at the older man.

- Okay., the other repeated, nodding and smiling.”

They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, before Virgil smiled slightly. It was a small smile, a relaxed smile, a calm smile. A loving smile. And Patton smiled back - because that was a smile he loved to see, really. They just stayed like that for a while, before it suddenly hit Patton.

“I think I am too…?, he said, looking kind of surprised at himself.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow, a bit confused as Patton sat up, his face litting up as realisation hit him.

“I- I mean, it’d make sense, right…? I never really fell in love, nor wanted to - never really thought about it either. I don’t even know what it feels like…? I’m not- I love you, but it’s not like what people say when they’re in love with someone, I just… I love you, but not romantically, and I’m kind of relieved but also not, and I don’t know, I-

- Patton, breathe., Virgil cut him off, taking his hands, Everything’s okay, take a deep breath.”

Patton stopped talking and took a deep breath, then another, following Virgil’s instructions and breathing pattern. After a few seconds, he was feeling calmer, and Virgil gave him a smile.

“Everything is okay. I love you too. Not in a romantic way either - but not as a friend either. Is that how you feel? Not something like romance, but not like friendship either? Different?

- Yeah!, Patton nodded.

- Okay. Glad the feeling is mutual. Do you want to put a label on it? On us?”

Patton had thought about it for a bit, before he had shrugged slightly, scooting back next to Virgil. He had put his head back into Virgil’s lap, looking at him.

“Could it have a name, a label?

- Yeah. If we want to.

- What would it be? It doesn’t have to have one, but if it had a label, what would it be? And then we can choose if we put a label on or not.”

Virgil smiled and chuckled, before humming.

“Sounds like a plan. Do you know what a Queer Platonic Relationship is?”

They had talked about it all night, looked at names, and labels, and more. Patton had never really looked into this, never really thought about it - he supported the LGBTQ+ community, because all people should have the same rights, but he had never thought about who were the people inside. Virgil seemed to know though, and Patton was amazed at Virgil’s knowledge. The younger man explained how Roman and Remus had introduced him to most terms, and how he had looked into it after that. Patton had kissed his cheek and told him how amazing he was - the other had blushed and giggled. That night had been a good night, and Patton was glad he had brought up the subject. It was better than bottling things and worried up. And when they had explained it to Logan and Devyn, the two others had smiled and nodded, and told them that they were happy as long as the two were happy.

Patton looked up as he heard the bell above the door chime, indicating someone had entered the shop. Sure enough, there was someone: his partner was there, smiling fondly, and carrying a large bouquet of flowers - better even, these were the ones Patton had been trying to draw for the past days. Virgil walked to him and kissed his cheek, and Patton smiled at him.

“What are you doing here, Vee?

- Came to see my favourite person in the world - he didn’t drop by at lunch, and I was getting worried you might’ve gotten lost., the other teased.

- I- Lunch?, Patton mumbled, glancing at the clock and gasping at the time, Oh! I’m so sorry Veevee, I forgot to check the time, I didn’t notice it was so late already!

- It’s okay Patt. Don’t worry., Virgil chuckled as he put the flowers in a vase and placed it in the window, out of anyone’s way, I saw you were working, I just wanted to remind you you deserved a break too.

- Thanks Vee.

- You’re welcome Patt.”

Patton looked at him then the flowers.

“What are the flowers for?

- Logan said you’ve been working on a drawing with these specific flowers lately, to no avail. I thought having a model could help. What are you working on?

- Oh- thanks., he smiled then looked back at the design and sighed, I’m trying to do your design. You know? But… It’s never good enough. Doesn’t feel like it.

- My…? Oh, Patt., Virgil giggled softly.”

The younger man wrapped his arms around Patton from behind, taking advantage of the older one being sitting - he’d never reach his neck otherwise -, and left a kiss on the other’s cheek.

“Don’t torment yourself over it, love. I know it’ll be perfect anyway - it’ll come from you.

- I know, but-

- And Patt, don’t think I didn’t notice that these…, he said, pointing to all the flowers on Patton’s sketchbook, These are all of our favourite flowers together. You’re so sappy.”

Patton turned bright red as Virgil giggled. The younger one hummed.

“I made them into an arrangement. The bouquet I brought you? I combined them so they’d look better together. Maybe that’s why you don’t quite like it?

- I, well… It’s going to be on you forever, and I’d really rather not mess it up, you know? What if it doesn’t fit?

- Hence why I made the arrangement, Patt. You can use it. Don’t worry, love, you’re a talented artist, and it will fit. I promise you, it’ll be perfect to me. You’re just letting your worry take over.”

Virgil ran his fingers through Patton’s hair, and Patton relaxed. He smiled.

“You’re right. Sorry-

- Don’t you dare apologise for being the sweetest person on earth, Patton Hart., Virgil joke-threatened, Nor for wanting to apologise.

- You know me too well, Virge.

- I know. I’m glad I do.”

Patton smiled at Virgil, and Virgil smiled back. He glanced back at the sketch of a design in front of him, then the bouquet Virgil had put next to the window, before humming.

“I’ll finish this this afternoon. How about lunch now? Together?, he whispered to his partner.

- Is this a date, mister Hart?, Virgil teased with a grin.

- Yep! I need to get a proper lunch with my partner.

- Then it would be my pleasure to provide this opportunity., the younger one giggled.”

Patton got up and went to warn Logan, who smiled and nodded, shooing them out. They went to a restaurant nearby they had wanted to try out, and it was nice. Patton looked at Virgil and smiled at him. He was oh so lucky to have him. He was happy now - and he didn’t need anyone’s opinion on what they had. They might be different from what was expected of them - but they were different together, and that was all that mattered.

~~

Gen Taglist:

@my-analogical-romance @sweetsweetemo @emologan @croftered-with-jam @creativity-killed-thekitten @complete-garbadge @ollyollyoxinfree

[max-is-tired]

Oooh my god I love this, look at Ethan go!! Look at him!!!! He's like me!!!!!!!!

This is so good Lo, I'm in love with this fic -can I please be tagged in the next ones?? I need to read about the others

A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart

Summary: … and landed in my eyes. Ethan is new to town for a couple months and has an issue: he might be in love with his best friend. Written for Pride Month Day 1: Demisexual!

Notes: Happy Pride Month Guys! Also, all the sexuality prompts are in the same verse, so if you’re wondering about Logan, Virgil, Patton, or Roman, don’t worry, you’ll see :) Hope you guys enjoy!

Continua a leggere

[lily-janus]

Two A-specs Against The World

Summary: Logan is not having a good time during the week leading up to his first valentine's day since he came out, mainly cause of his a-phobic mother who insist he has to find a partner. Janus comes to his rescue with a rather unique offer.

General background: this one shot takes place a few months after the end of my 'Coming To Term With Ourselves' series on AO3 but I'm pretty sure this could be read without context. Logan is AroAce here and Janus is Frayromantic and Fraysexual (you can look it up if you don't know what it is, I don't want to be inaccurate in trying to explain it).

Pairing: queerplatonic Loceit

Warnings: mentions of a-phobia, Remus being Remus, not so possitive commentary on romace and valentine's day, mentions of sex.

Janus is about to knock on Logan's familiar apartment's door, when he suddenly hears shouts… in Logan's voice…

Janus frowns, Logan very rarely raises his voice, something's up.

"....been over this! No, I don't want to meet any of your coworkers' sons! Just because this date was decided to be about love and couples doesn't mean who I am will suddenly change- no, I'm not just stubborn and picky- mom will you listen for once in your life- this conversation clearly leads us nowhere, goodbye."

Janus shakes his head and finally knocks on the door. "Logan? It's your favorite a-spec friend!" 

He hears shuffling from the inside, almost as if Logan is practically running to the door, before it swings open. Revealing a clearly relieved Logan, slightly out of breath.

"Janus!" He exclaims between breaths. "Thank god, a person who makes sense." He grabs his wrist and pulls him inside, shutting the door behind him. "I think the world's gone crazy."

Logan is still holding on to his wrist, as if he fears he'll fall if he lets go.

"You're saying it as if the world's been sane up until now." Janus smirks, trying to cheer Logan up with his signature teasing but it doesn't seem to really work as Logan sighs deeply.

"You know what I mean… I'm pretty used to it by now but… suddenly it's so much more. All because of this foolish 'valentine's day'. Everyone's suddenly so stressed about finding a partner, god forsake they'd be single on valentine's day" Logan rolls his eyes, bitter sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Janus allows himself a little credit for that, since Logan was always confused about sarcasm when Janus first met him, but now he seems to be using it almost without thinking. 

"Is your mom still a total aphobe?" Janus asks, looking at his friend with concern as he sighs again.

"You heard that didn't you? Yeah… and she says I'm stubborn. How many times must I repeat myself until she understands? I don't need her approval but I just want her to 'get off my back', as I believe is the term." He finally lets go of Janus' wrist so he can bury his face in his hands, clearly frustrated. "And now she has managed to become even more overbearing. I just… I don't know what to do anymore."

Janus takes a deep breath, unsure if it's the right time to bring up this subject but… he just has to know. "Hey… Logan?" He asks, voice uncharacteristically hesitant, making Logan look up and turn to him at once.

"What is it, Janus? Something wrong?" Logan asks with concern when Janus didn't continue.

"Do… do you ever get the feeling like um…" he trails off, Janus has never been comfortable with being vulnerable and, while it is a bit easier with Logan, this question feels so heavy. But he has to ask, and has to know if he feels the same.

Janus takes a deep breath as Logan looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Brow slightly furrowed with worry.

"Do you ever feel like… what we have together is um… more than friendship?"

There was a beat of silence as Logan thought this over, not more than a second but it felt like eternity to Janus, who held his breath.

"Yes, actually." Logan finally says, nodding slightly and Janus feels his entire body relaxing.

"Well, I'm not sure about the use of the term 'more'... but rather… different. It's nothing like what I have with Patton, for example. But, yes, it does not feel like a simple friendship." Logan clarifies.

Janus nods. Alright then… time to ask the real question… the one he's been thinking about since Logan first mentioned the subject to him.

"Good because… I've been thinking… Well, we don't have to label it if you don't want to. I was just wondering um…" Janus' cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he stumbled over his words. It's so unlike him that Logan frowned, looking at him with confused worry.

"What, Janus? You're acting very strange… dare I say… nervous? You know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever it is, you'll face no judgment from me." Logan says, trying to reassure his friend.

Janus can't help but smile at that and, while he did know this before, it did reassure him a bit.

"Remember, a few weeks ago? At my place? You were telling me about the new things you discovered on your a-spec community research?" Janus inquired, knowing Logan will remember the event perfectly well, just the same as anything else.

And sure enough, Logan nods. "Yes, I do. Where are you going with this?"

"Well, you mentioned some a-spec individuals that choose to be in a special relationship that doesn't confirm to hetronormative expectations such as it having a romantic nature or sex involved." Janus continued, chest tightening as he got closer to the question he's leading up to.

Logan perks up. "Oh yes. I believe the term you refer to is 'QPR', short for 'queerplatonic relationship', a truly fascinating concept, the idea of having a committed relationship without the pressure of it being like relationships are often portrayed to be like. I-"

"Yes… that." Janus confirms, cutting Logan off before he'll go on one of his endless rents. Not that Janus doesn't love those, love seeing Logan so excited, but he feels like he'll burst if he doesn't voice his question soon.

"So, what I'm trying to say here is… would you be interested in that… with me?" Janus asks at last. He watches Logan's face carefully, and feels warm relief washing over him when it breaks into a grin.

"Oh! That's such a great idea Janus! Can't believe I haven't considered it!" Logan exclaims, so excited that Janus can't help but smile fondly at him.

"I'm… really glad you think so." Janus said, though Logan seems to be too focused on this idea and its potential to acknowledge his words.

"We can set our own set of rules and decide how we want it to look like, what we want from this relationship-" Logan cut himself off with a gasp as a new thought occurred to him, grabbing Janus' hand with excitement. "Janus… we can make a contract."

Janus snorted. Logan said that like a child who just thought of a fun, new game to play with his friends would. "I don't think we need to go as formal as that." Janus said with a small smile playing on his lips.

Logan caught himself and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Right… apologies I appear to have gotten over excited. But, yes, I would very much like to be in a QPR with you, Janus."

Janus shook his head, still smiling. "Remus was right, you are a dork." Janus' smile turned into his signature smirk.

"And yet, you asked me out… platonically, but still. I will take that as sufficient evidence that you like me." Logan returned the smirk.

"Like you? Now where did you get that idea?" Janus teased further and Logan rolled his eyes.

3 days later - valentine's day

"How do I look?" Logan asks his roommate, turning around so he can take a look at his full outfit.

Remus shrugged. "As dorky as ever. Why do you even bother dressing up? Not like you two fuck or something."

Logan frowned. "Isn't that usually without clothes?"

Remus snorted at that. "I meant that you don't need to try and look hot for him." 

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Is that why people dress up for romantic dates? I don't think I'll ever understand allos." Logan said as he shook his head.

Remus giggled. "I don't understand how you survive without a daily dose of dick but you don't see me looking at you funny for it."

Logan rolled his eyes. "I'm very lucky I'm sex indifferent rather than repulsed or I would have puked all over the floor by now. Must you be so crass all the time?" He asked, exasperated.

Just then, Logan heard Janus' gentle knocking on the door. "Coming!" He said as he made his way to the entrance, ignoring Remus' snicker.

Logan opened the door to reveal Janus, leaning casually on the wall, his usual smirk on his face, and dressed very nicely. With a black suit with a yellow dress shirt underneath, complete with a black bowtie and black pants with black dress shoes.

"Look at you all dressed up, you almost look like a state of the ark allo going on a date, could have fooled me." Janus smirked.

Logan rolled his eyes. "I can say the same about you, my dear mellowfriend." Logan returned the smirk, using the term they found online for QPR partners and decided they both rather liked it.

Janus shook his head with a smile and produced a heart shaped box from behind his back. "Baked you some Crofters' cookies." He grinned, shaking the box teasingly in front of Logan's face.

Logan swallowed, using all his self control in order to not snatch the box right out of Janus' hand, and instead take it calmly.

Janus snickered at his obviously barely contained excitement and offered Logan his hand. "Shall we go and confuse all the allos in the restaurant, my dear?" Janus smirked.

Logan laughed lightly and accepted his offered arm. "I believe the phrase is 'I was born ready' "

They both laughed as they walked down the stairs and out of the building and Logan marveled at how they managed to turn this dreadful day into what's sure to become one of Logan's best days.

Moreover, Logan realized that, as long as he has Janus with him, everything will be okay.

[teacupfulofstarshine]

loceit + banter for the ship and word thing! Romo / QPR / or Platonic is all good 💙

“you’ve definitely improved your banter game since we became queerplatonic partners,” janus hums. logan looks up from where he’s letting lola wind her long, scaled body around his arms. “i appreciate it.” 

“i know that banter is one of the ways in which you express your affection, so i thought it would make sense to brush up on it so that i could express affection to you as well.” 

janus turns pink, crossing over to gently nuzzle logan’s head. “you’re a sap.”

[vindicatedvirgil]

only fools rush in / part eight: of flowers and freeing words

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

TW: sexual innuendo (thanks, Remus), mention of hospital visit, mentions of cancer/chronic illness, VERY vague mentions of domestic abuse, vague mentions of sex, cursing, anxiety attack

chapter summary: Patton reflects on his relationship with Remus, his friendship with Logan, and just... everything.

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Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

-

Patton wasn’t sure if he believed in fate. Sure, his mom would read him fairytales as a kid and he hoped that someday, he would find where he was meant to be. But he had worked hard to get where he was, taking care of his mom when she got sick, helping to run the flower shop all throughout high school and helping when he could now that he was in college. Everyone he had dated in the past always felt… like a background character, or one of those characters in video games that you only really deal with for one quest and then you don’t see them ever again. A part of his journey, yes, but not someone to join him on the rest of his journey.

And then he met Remus. Remus, who was so unlike anyone he had ever dated, who looked at Patton like he held all of the stars in his hands, who held him so gently after their moments of intimacy that Patton almost felt like a porcelain doll, so fragile, so ready to break in the hands of the person who he loved so dearly, as long as Remus was happy.

It had all happened so quickly; from the moment they met, Patton was in it. Their first date was unlike any other he had ever had, because they both broke down their walls. And as they grew to know each other more, as they progressed physically and emotionally, Patton wanted more and more to believe that Remus was the one he was made for. That, perhaps, Patton Hart, in his mother’s womb all those years ago, was being crafted just so that he could be held tenderly by Remus Creative. 

He didn’t want to lose that. He couldn’t bear the thought of it falling apart; perhaps that was why he reacted so negatively to what Roman did during the power outage. For the first time in his life, Patton had something that he was terrified to lose other than his mother, Logan, and the flower shop. And even though Roman was one of his best friends, maybe especially so, he couldn’t bear the idea that the theater major would get in the way of what was, in Patton’s mind, meant to be.

It haunted his every thought, though. When he curled in Remus’ arms, the fresh afterglow settling above both of them, when he sat in his child development classes, when he cut the stems off of the flowers in the shop, it was all he could think of: Roman’s letter. And now he felt guilty for holding this grudge over him, but he didn’t know how to resolve things; until he realized that opening night of the musical was coming up.

-

“Hi, Mama,” Patton said, stepping into the flower shop, Remus in tow. “How are you today?” She swept him up into his arms, pressing kisses into his hair and on his cheeks.

“Much better now that you’re here, darling.” Her eyes fluttered over to Remus, who smiled, holding his hand out, but she pushed it aside and brought him into the hug as well. “Remus, you look very nice.” Remus glanced down at his outfit; he was wearing his dark green suit and had his hair brought back into a bun; it was the opening night of the play and they were making a quick stop before going to see it.

“Thank you, Ms. Hart.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek before stepping away to look at some roses, allowing time for Patton to explain what he needed.

“Yellow roses, Mama. For friendship,” he said thoughtfully, glancing at the vase he had dropped off with her the other day. “The usual fillers are good, though.” He fidgeted with the ends of his pink skirt a little bit. He had also dressed nicely; it was almost like he and Remus had decided to cosplay as Elphaba and Glinda. Patton wore white pumps, a white shirt with a sparkly bow tie was tucked into the skirt, and some sparkly tights. Remus had nearly dragged him into the bedroom when they met up at the apartment earlier. That would have to wait until later, though, because Patton didn’t want to miss a single moment of the musical. 

-

Patton cheered louder than anyone for Roman, even louder than Remus (which… seemed impossible, but he managed to do it). The only person who rivaled his deafening cries was Janus, who beamed with joy and proudness whenever Virgil was on stage. And even Logan had to brush a few tears from his eyes at the end of the musical, when the entire audience stood and cheered as soon as Roman stepped out into the curtain call.

After the curtain call ended, Janus, Logan, Remus, and Patton stood expectantly where they knew Virgil and Roman would be coming out. Janus held the bouquet for Virgil, and Patton had the one for Roman. They stood there for a while, watching as families and friends greeted the actors and then left, and soon it was quiet.

“Where are they?” Patton asked hesitantly, and he shared a worried look with Janus. “Do you think Virgil had another anxiety attack?”

“They’re probably just fucking,” Remus muttered, his hands snaking around Patton’s waist, leaning down to press his lips to his earlobe. “Exactly what I’ll be doing to you later tonight, little flower.”

“Re!” Patton flushed hard, batting away Remus with his free hand. Janus smirked, a low chuckle escaping as he watched the encounter with the two. “You keep making moves like that and you’ll get nothing but a door in your face tonight.” Patton was teasing, of course, but Remus stepped back, a hand clapping on Logan’s shoulder as the two discussed a project they had in a mutual class.

Finally, Roman and Virgil stepped out of the green room, their hands intertwined. They were both cleaned of their makeup and costumes, and it occurred to them all that since the two were dressed in intricate costumes and makeup for the tin man and the scarecrow that it would take them a little bit longer to finish cleaning up. Janus moved first, scooping Virgil into a big hug, murmuring how proud he was and complimenting his work. Patton stepped up to Roman hesitantly, holding out the bouquet of flowers.

“You did amazing, Ro,” he said quietly, smiling up at his friend, whose eyes brimmed with tears. Roman took the vase with flowers, then set them on an empty table before hugging Patton tightly, sobbing into the smaller man’s shoulder. “Hey, shh, it’s alright. We’re okay, Ro.” As the two hugged tightly, he felt a pat on his shoulder, and glanced to see Logan, smiling brightly, but shaking his head, as if to say ‘you idiots, I love you.’

“Get in here, nerd,” Roman muttered before pulling the smartest of the three into their hug. Patton didn’t know how long the three stood there for, but when they pulled away, Janus was still hugging Virgil tight. Remus gave Roman a brief hug.

“Proud of you, bro. Though I still say the medieval play in high school was your best,” the mustached twin said, and a look of realization crossed Roman’s features.

“You… saw that play?” he asked, and Remus nodded, confused. “Mom and Dad said you didn’t want to go.”

“I sat in the back corner, but I was so proud of you, Bro-man.” Remus smirked at the nickname he had used in the past for his brother, and Roman laughed, pulling his twin in for another hug. “You did awesome tonight.” Patton apparently had snapped a photo of the pair hugging with his polaroid camera, and thus entered the struggle over who would get to put it on the fridge.

Janus won that fight.

-

Patton sat alone at one of the tables in the schoolyard, his brown paper bag full of goodies that his mom made sure to include. It was scary, starting in a new school halfway through the year, and all of the other kids made fun of the flowers he brought in for his new teacher. Then they made fun of him for wearing a pink sweater, for his big round glasses, and for having long hair that his mom had put into a bun for him that morning before he got on the bus.

So, there he was, second grade, sitting all alone. He didn’t mind, because he knew that when he got home, he’d see his mom, and they’d be safe.

“What are you doing?” A voice said from beside him. He looked up to see a boy with square glasses, neatly combed hair, a polo shirt, and a tie. Patton remembered him as the boy who answered all of the questions during the science part of their class. “This is my table.”

“O-Oh… I’m sorry. I just… didn’t have anywhere else to sit.” Patton looked down, trying to hold in his tears. He didn’t want to be known as the kid who cried on his first day at the school, and his mom always knew when he’d been crying. “I’m s-so sorry…” The other boy sighed, sliding into the seat across from him and setting a book down.

“It’s fine, just stay quiet so I can read, okay Patton Hart?” he asked, and Patton looked up at him through teary eyes.

“Y-You know my name?” His voice was shaky, and he slid his glasses up to sit in his hair so he could wipe his tears with the sleeve of his sweater. The other boy nodded.

“You’re the new kid. You have a frog backpack and a notebook with a kitten on it,” the boy said matter-of-factly. “A little bit frivolous, but if it’s what you enjoy, then there is no harm there.”

“Fribolous?” Patton asked, giggling. “You use a lot of big words.” The other boy sighed again, adjusting his glasses.

“Yes. Frivolous. F-R-I-V-O-L-O-U-S. It’s something that does not have any serious purpose or value,” he explained, and Patton nodded, face deep in thought.

“You know that underwater sea animal, porpoise?”

“I am aware of them, yes. Why do you ask?” he asked, and Patton giggled, having thought of the perfect pun.

“So… if I put a porpoise with serious guy glasses and a tie on my notebook… would it stop being fribolous?” He giggled all the way through his joke, and the other boy groaned.

“That was… awful. Why did you do that?”

“I thought it would be funny,” Patton said, sinking down a little. “D-Do you not like jokes?” He thought about his father, who never made any jokes around him. Who glared at Patton whenever the jokes came out of the small boy.

“I do not think that they lead to important discussions, is all,” he explained, and Patton nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich. Then realization struck.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. I’m Logan Crofters.”

-

As the weeks passed, Patton stayed sitting at Logan’s table, dishing out puns whenever necessary but mostly asking Logan about different kinds of science-related things. He liked the way that Logan explained things; he made a lot more sense than their teacher, sometimes.

“Am I bothering you?” Patton asked one day. He had slid over his grapes to Logan, who was munching on them between reading paragraphs from a book about frogs. 

“What?”

“Am I annoying?”

“No, Patton. you’re not annoying.” Logan seemed a bit exasperated with the question, but he answered it anyway.

“Are we friends?” Patton’s eyes were focused on Logan, it had been so long since he had a friend that wasn’t his mom or one of his many stuffed animals.

“Oh. Um… I don’t know. I’ve never had a friend before.” Logan’s response was curt, and Patton’s jaw dropped.

“What!?” He jumped up from where he was sitting, then ran over to sit next to Logan. “Can I be your best friend, then??”

“Um. Sure?”

“Yay!” He wrapped his arms around Logan tightly.

-

Logan ran into the waiting room of the hospital, finding Patton sitting on a chair, his head in his hands. He approached him quickly, a hand instinctively going to his best friend’s back. “I got here as soon as I could, is she okay?”

“She collapsed, Lo. I just… She went into the back to rinse off the new roses, and when I went to check on her… she was on the ground.” Patton leaned into Logan’s shoulder, tears staining the polo shirt he was wearing. “The doctors say... it might have come back, but they’re running tests.”

“She’s in good hands, Pat. I’m going to text my parents and let them know that I’ll be here with you until she goes home, okay? And then I can be there for you.” Logan’s phone was in his hand, and he sent a quick text.

“Tell me something logical, please,” Patton whispered once the two were seated together, hands twisted together, Patton’s head on Logan’s shoulder.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and just got a nod in return. “Well… logically speaking, a bee should not be physically able to fly–”

“Lo!” Patton was giggling, his grip tightening on Logan’s hand. “You know me so well. Thank you.”

-

The morning after opening night of the musical, Patton entered the apartment, yawning. He didn’t get much sleep thanks to Remus, and he was hoping to take a nap before delving into studying for his final exams. When he entered the apartment, he found Logan sitting at the kitchen table, papers spread out in front of him.

“Hey, Lo. No Janus?” he asked, glancing around. Logan shook his head.

“He went home a while ago. Roman and Virgil are still in bed, though,” he explained, stretching his arms up. “Did you have a good time with Remus last night?” Patton’s face reddened at the question, and he nodded. “Does Hannah like him?”

It still caught Patton off guard whenever Logan referred to his mom by her first name, but they had been friends for almost fifteen years, so of course it made sense. Logan could call her mom, too, if he wanted to. He was there whenever Patton needed him, whenever she had a doctor’s appointment that Patton couldn’t drive her to because someone needed to look after the store.

Patton wondered why Logan did all of this. Sometimes he thought back to that time when he asked him if they were friends, all the way back when they were first getting to know each other. And Patton, little Patton, just… proclaimed them as best friends. Did he shoehorn Logan into their friendship so that he could never branch out?

No, that couldn’t be true, because Logan joined debate and chess and academic decathlon in high school, but still spent all of his free time with Patton. And even once Roman and Janus and now Virgil and Remus entered their lives, he still regarded Patton as one of his best friends.

“Hey, you look like you’re having some troubling thoughts, Patton. Want to talk about them?” Logan’s voice was pulling him back into the present, and he nodded, sitting on one of the stools. He was quiet for a bit, though, and Logan kept writing some notes down until Patton finally started talking again.

“Are you just my best friend out of convenience? Because I claimed you so early on and never really had any other friends? Do you just… stay my friend out of pity?” Patton was looking down until he felt Logan’s hand on his back, and then a laugh came from the usually stoic man.

“Patton, you’re my best friend because everyone else is annoying. If I didn’t want to be your friend I wouldn’t be, you’re a lot to deal with but I’ve been dealing with you for fifteen years and I plan on dealing with you for many more.” Logan’s voice was serious, and Patton could tell that he meant what he was saying. He leaned into Logan, wrapping his arms around his best friend.

“Thanks, Lo. Love ya.”

“Love you too, Pat.”

-

Patton’s arm burned, but in a good way. Underneath the plastic he could see the vibrant colors of his very first tattoo, his mother’s favorite flower and a bee sitting on its petals, to remind him of Logan. He didn’t tell anyone that he was getting it, not even Logan, so when he got home to find Logan sitting at the kitchen table doing homework while talking to his mom, he was surprised.

“Lo? What are you doing here?” he asked, putting his arm behind his back so neither of them could see. He kissed his mother on the cheek before sitting on one of the chairs beside them.

“I came by to study but Hannah said that you went out for something,” Logan explained, pushing his glasses up further on his nose.

“What did you do, baby?” his mother asked, glancing at him carefully. He was still hiding his arm, but he smiled and brought it out, settling it on the table.

“I uh, I got a tattoo, Mama,” Patton said hesitantly. She looked at it carefully, smiling a little bit. “A sunflower. Your favorite.” Logan eyed the tattoo as well, nodding in understanding. “To celebrate you beating the cancer again.”

“Patton, will you take me to get a tattoo?” Logan’s voice was there suddenly, and the two Harts looked at him with surprised expressions.

“Lo, you… want a tattoo?”

“I want to get a constellation tattooed on my shoulder. The one that was in the sky on the day we became best friends.”

-

Patton leaned into Remus’ side, the taller man’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. They were at the cafe, the others having gone home long ago to study or sleep, but the couple stayed long after, chatting with Remy whenever he brought them over refills on their drinks or small pastries. Remus’ grip got a little tighter around Patton each time he shone his signature bright smile at the barista, earning a soft thigh squeeze from the smaller man and a kiss on the cheek. Maybe that was why he did it; not because he was worried about Patton flirting, but because his boyfriend always comforted him with those delicate touches and sweet kisses. 

The bell above the door to the cafe rang gently as a few men stepped in. Remus glanced out of the corner of his eye at them, and he thought his heart would stop. “Shit,” he muttered, looking down, earning a confused squeak from Patton. “Shit, we need to go. Right now.” Patton glanced over at the group of men, all dressed in leather, covered in tattoos and piercings, evil smirks on their faces as they noticed Remus.

“Do you know them?” Patton asked softly, and Remus buried his face into the other’s shoulder, a small note of truth escaping his mouth. “Are they…?” He didn’t need to finish the sentence. Patton wasn’t a fool; he could tell by Remus’ body language and the way he tensed up that this was the group of boys he had spent time with in high school. “I’ll go pay our tab, will you be okay?” Remus said nothing but gripped onto Patton tighter, shaking his head.

“Remus Creative,” one of the voices said, dark and gritty, and Remus cringed, looking up at him. Him. “Looks like you found yourself a precious pansy, hm?”

“Fuck off,” his voice was weak, trembling, and the memories of those eyes tore through him. 

“Aw, don’t worry, kitten, he’ll tire of you soon enough and you won’t have to deal with his voices and crude comments,” another one said, and Patton considered lunging at him, but held back, because Remus was trembling beside him. 

“Everything alright, babes?” Remy was there, thank god, and Patton smiled sweetly at him, taking his debit card out of his pocket.

“Can we pay off our tab, please, Remy? We have to get going,” Patton said, his eyes flickering from the barista to the men, and a wave of understanding seemed to cross Remy’s face, who nodded and took the card, going back to the counter speedily.

“Running away again, Remus?” That voice asked again, and the mustached man shuddered, unable to look away from the grimace on his face. “You were always so good at that.” Patton’s frown deepened, and he glared at the man. “Aw, are you going to try to defend him, little kitten? Trying to be so cool with those floral tattoos–”

“I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!” Remus was standing, his fists clenched, glaring at the men. Patton scrambled to his feet, a hand gripping the back of Remus’ jacket. Remy reappeared, handing the debit card to Patton, placing himself between Remus and the group of men.

“Alright, boys. Get out. You’re not welcome here if you’re going to torment some of my best customers.” His voice was firm, and they all glanced at the ‘Manager’ title on his name tag. “I don’t want to have to call the authorities. Get. Out.” The group scrambled out the door, the bell clanging almost annoying to the three, and Patton’s arms were around Remus.

“Hey, you okay, babe?” he asked, feeling his taller boyfriend shaking, his head low. “Shh, it’s okay, everything is okay, we’re okay.”

“Are you babes gonna be okay?” Remy asked, still standing there, arms crossed as he watched the group of men outside in deep discussion. 

“Thank you, Remy,” Remus finally spoke, his voice still low. “If you hadn’t stepped in… I might have done something I’d regret.” Remy smiled, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, no one messes with my babes like that,” he said before going back to behind the counter. Patton’s lips were against Remus’ cheek, grounding him.

“Let’s go, Re.”

-

Remus woke up, feeling Patton’s arms around him loosely. The smaller man was snoring softly, and Remus smiled, carding his fingers through the fading pink hair. When they got back to his bedroom last night, he needed to be grounded, and Patton was there, being gentle and soft, his hands and lips all over his body until Remus felt relaxed enough to fall asleep. 

Patton groaned a bit in his sleep, stretching his arms and legs, his eyes fluttering open to meet Remus’. “Hi,” he said softly, his voice heavy with sleepiness. “Morning, little flower,” Remus said, leaning down to press a stinky-mouthed kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Thank you for last night.”

“Oh. Of course, honey. Anything for you,” he said quietly, but Remus could tell something was on his mind. “What did they mean by… you tiring of me, or running away?”

“Before you… I never really had a… committed partner. I’d run at the first hint that things were getting serious, when they said those words, I ran,” Remus explained, looking down. “But… that’s not going to happen with you, Patton. You mean so much to me, you’re… everything to me.”

“Everything?” Patton asked, a smile appearing on his face, his lips pressing to Remus’ cheek and then his neck.

“Patton,” he started, his heartbeat speeding up, and he wondered if the other could hear it because soft blue eyes met his green ones. “I love you.” Patton blinked, absorbing the knowledge, and then his arms were around Remus’ neck, their lips pressing together joyously. 

“I love you too, Remus.”

Remus smiled into the kiss. He wasn’t afraid anymore. Patton was there, he was with him, and everything was good. And if things came up, they’d work through them together. They were a team, and they always would be. He kept repeating those words between kisses, the weight from his mouth lifted, and he wished he could have said those words to Patton weeks ago, because it felt so right to say them.

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teaser for part nine: and the dark one is soft for the sunshine one

Roman wanted to object, but he knew that Virgil would just remind him of their nights practicing for the auditions, their super early mornings running lines, the way Roman was always there to watch Virgil’s scenes. Virgil was there too, always supporting, always smiling, even when his anxiety got the best of him, even when it was hard to focus.

part nine will be (hopefully) posted on Sunday, September 6 at 12PM PDT

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part nine | part ten

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[fander-pride-meetup]

This is so nice! I love the art style and how you showed every type of relationship I mentioned!!

Your style is so cute and sweet and I love how you colored in an article of clothing with the respective pride flags!

My post for @fander-pride-meetup of 2019!

Week One: Relationships

Hope you guys enjoy! Quick warning, Deceit is in this. 💕