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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 15: Live to Tell
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WC: 3378 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, non-graphic discussions of abuse
Janus depositions Logan in preparation for their court battle with Kelly. He tells Janus everything. Well, nearly everything. Everything relevant, Logan is certain.
I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall
A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned
'Til then, it will burn inside of me
- Live to Tell, Madonna
Roman stayed until Saturday afternoon. They spent the night on the couch, talking and… to be honest, each had dozed a bit, as well. Logan had fallen asleep first, warm and safe, wrapped in Roman's arms, holding him just as closely. The next morning, the boys didn’t question Roman’s presence and simply greeted him like he belonged there.
Despite his worries, they’d had a blissful weekend together, with cake and leftovers for breakfast, and a thrift store hunt for books and Doctor Who DVDs later in the day. Saying goodbye to Roman had been difficult, with wild fantasies of making a permanent space for him flitting through Logan's mind. But Remy's scheme to meet up the next weekend for the movie gave them all something to look forward to.
Remy’s housemate Emile came by Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend with his parents and they’d all fumbled their way through making sushi with the kit the boys had given him for his birthday. Emile had even gifted him a little matcha tea set, the sakura petals on the bamboo finish perfectly matching the kit from his sons.
By Sunday night, Remy, Virgil, and Emile had driven back up to Bellingham, and Logan had dropped off Patton at Kelly’s for her week with him. Neither had mentioned the papers.
He took his time getting ready for bed, drawing out the rote tasks. He flossed twice, refilled the hand soap bottles, changed out the towels in all the bathrooms. The weekend’s busyness, his sons’ laughter filling the house—and, thanks to Roman, his own—had pushed away his worries about Kelly’s filing and Monday’s deposition with Janus.
Now that he was alone again, it was impossible to think about anything else.
More times than he wanted to admit, he’d picked up his phone, tapping open his ongoing chat with Roman, and tried to imagine what he would say if he invited him over. Twice, he’d even started to type out the message, but no matter how he worded it, his request sounded… disrespectful. Dirty. Hey, Ro, my sons aren’t home. Wanna come over?
Shaking his head, he went downstairs to finish the laundry he’d neglected that weekend. Once that was done, he moved on to strip all the beds and, in a few loads, had washed all the sheets and blankets. By the time he’d folded the last comforter, still warm and smelling like that Saturday Roman had found him at the laundromat, the first birds had begun their morning calls. Logan made his bed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, then stood in front of the kitchen window to watch the sunrise slowly open the blooms in his flower box.
When the bottom edge of the sun cleared the horizon, Logan rinsed his cup and got ready for work. If he left soon, he could take the bus in and not need to worry about the traffic over the bridge.
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“A little odd to be on the other side of one of these, isn’t it?” Janus remarked as he sat across from him in his office. He tried not to listen when Janus asked Beatrice to ensure they weren’t disturbed, though he’d appreciated the way Janus had asked him to bring a stack of files from his office as a subtle subterfuge.
“More than a little,” he nodded.
Humming, Janus flipped through folders on his desk. “I see from the proceedings you represented yourself—”
“You have my court records?” Logan interrupted, eyes wild as he tried to recall what other information might be hidden away in those files.
Janus looked up, a faint frown wrinkling his brow. “I’m your attorney.”
“Right, yes, of course… I—I don’t mean…” He looked down at his hands. Janus was certain to rescind the Assistant AIC offer after all of this. This was even worse than the review of his Q-Law cases.
“Did you consult with anyone?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I… took care of it. Kelly was the petitioner. She… It was… I just wanted it done.”
Logan wasn’t sure if Roman had warned him or not, but Janus started very slowly with the rest of his questions, building out a chronological list of events in their marriage and separation. He captured the boys’ names and birthdays—they’d been redacted from the court record. They talked a bit about Virgil’s birth and his surgeries. Logan even told Janus how Virgil’s genetic screening had showed a hereditary component to the defect in his diaphragm. He admitted how, afterward, he’d had his own genome screened and confirmed he carried the gene.
Janus didn’t ask for more details, so he let the rest of that thread drop.
Instead, he began to ask about the… quality of his relationship with Kelly. Logan bit the inside of his cheek, fighting for control. He’d just managed to win a sliver of respect from his boss. He couldn’t… He couldn’t just throw that all away with some overly emotional reaction.
“We… we disagreed on…” Logan sucked in a slow breath, forcing his twitching hands to calm. Janus’ eyes flicked down to his lap and made a note in the margin of his yellow legal pad. “On a few important things about the boys.” He shrugged, “Like all married people, I suppose.”
He nodded slowly, writing without taking his eyes off of Logan’s expression. “Your parents… disagreed a lot?”
In one breath, Logan was back in his parents’ old rambler in Oregon. He sat on his closet floor, making flashcards, a heavy AP History textbook open on his lap. Surrounded by hanging clothes, with his blanket shoved against the gap at the bottom, his father’s shouted words and his mother’s occasional responses were muffled and difficult to make out.
But the tones were unmistakable. And far too familiar.
Logan couldn’t stop his hands from shaking so he crossed his arms over his belly, gripping and releasing the sides of his shirt. “Excellent motivation to get a scholarship to UW and move out on my own,” he said, an attempt at levity. His voice cracked at the end and Janus simply made another note on his legal pad.
Janus tapped the end of his pen against his lips and went quiet. Logan had observed him cross examine reticent witnesses often enough to have seen this tactic of his before. Given enough time under his ‘I have all day, how about you?’ gaze, even other attorneys who knew it was coming would start to sweat and say anything to fill the silence.
Logan was well practiced at holding his tongue.
“You were married for…” Janus flipped back to the front page and did the math. “Eighteen years.” Faster than Logan had expected, he’d moved on to the ‘I already know everything, you might as well answer my questions’ stage. “This is difficult. Difficult to talk about, difficult to re-experience,” he said, his voice softer than Logan had braced himself for and his eyes darted up, an unfamiliar expression on his boss’ face. “Believe me, I understand.”
He nodded, then lowered his head and waited for Janus' next question, shields up and ready.
“Talk to me, Logan.” Without seeing his face, it almost sounded like a plea. “What made you finally decide to divorce?”
Eyes closed to avoid the inevitable ridicule on Janus’ expression, Logan forced a slow, deep breath. Still, his voice shook shamefully when he spoke. “How much of this has Roman already told you?”
“None." Logan looked up, the honesty in Janus' voice too strong to ignore. “Roman can be a bit of a drama king—”
“Excuse me?” Logan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended but instead of looking angry at his interjection, Janus merely looked surprised and… pleased?
“As is my Remus,” he said, the tone of that ‘my’ hanging in the air, as though he noted some other parallel between the brothers. Janus’ smile morphed into a bit of a smirk. “As am I, so I’ve been told.” Janus watched his reaction with interest and for a moment, Logan could have sworn his boss was about to add him to his list of ‘drama kings.’ Logan looked down and smoothed his tie for the sake of having somewhere else to look. “Personally, I think the world could use more drama kings,” he continued. “You never need doubt where you stand with us.”
Speak for yourself, Logan thought but did not say.
“Regardless.” Janus grew serious. “Unless you asked him to tell me something personal you’d shared with him, Roman would not breathe a word of it.” He lowered his legal pad. “And, aside from a very short list of legally required disclosures, the same is true for me. Your secrets are safe.”
He pinched his sides, a distraction from the tears already burning the backs of his eyes. Janus waited, but when Logan didn’t speak for several long moments, he prodded. “To do my job, Logan, I need to know everything.”
Logan deflated, the last shreds of his pride spooled in a tangled mess on the floor. “I know,” he sighed.
“Was it more than 'disagreements' between you?” Janus asked again, even softer this time.
Logan’s bottom lip trembled, but the harder he tried to control it, the worse it got. He nodded and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.
“Much more.”
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Eighteen years of practicing law plus two decade’s worth of his own personal experiences had muted Janus’ expressiveness in the face of misery. Remus worked hard to ensure it was a mask he could drop, that he had spaces where he was free to cry and shout and stumble and laugh. His husband spent an inordinate amount of energy and love ensuring he would not be swallowed up and consumed by his jaded attorney façade.
Janus clung to that jadedness now, letting it carry him as he fought to keep a mostly neutral expression while Logan recounted the gradual descent from storybook romance to a narrow escape from Hansel and Gretel’s witch.
It was a familiar story. While Q-Law received most of its funding from its flashier cases, the national attention garnered through their work on major legislation, fancy galas, and private benefactors, from a caseload perspective, a plurality of their work was in family law. Domestic violence cases in particular. Q-Law was there to serve a need in the queer community and, tragically, that’s where the greatest need lay.
What made this story different for Janus was he didn’t need to ask if anyone at his client’s workplace had the faintest inkling of just how bad, just how dangerous his home life had been.
Janus had had none.
Shame bubbled in his chest as Roman’s tight-lipped admonition ran laps through his mind. ‘Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.’ This interview proved he most certainly did not.
He turned to a fresh page. “And which of these injuries did you actually seek care for?” Logan curled in on himself, the implied accusation harsh even to Janus’ ears. “That came out wrong, I’m sorry. I simply wish to retrieve hospital records,” he said.
“Do you—” Logan shivered and Janus checked the thermostat. The office was set to 71°F. “Do you really think that will be necessary?”
He frowned and sat back in his chair. Janus was accustomed to clients, particularly DV clients, demonstrating resistance to reliving and retreading these parts of their lives. But Logan was a lawyer. A lawyer who, thanks to his now explainable eagerness to pick up so many of the toughest DV cases, was arguably the most experienced DV trial lawyer in the firm.
What wasn’t he getting about this?
“We’ve only seen the initial petition, Logan,” Janus began as carefully as he could. A spark of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress buzzed in his mind. “If she alleges any sort of—”
“I never hurt her. Not even—” His voice fell away and his eyes were drawn to the door. Fuck, he was losing him.
Janus looked down at the desk between them. He stood, wincing when Logan flinched. He brought his legal pad and a pen and sat at the other end of the couch, nothing between them now but a few feet of overstuffed leather sofa.
“What can you share, Logan?” he asked softly.
“I…” He sighed, shoulders curled over and he held out his right hand. A vague recollection of a college sports injury explaining away the titanium pins that triggered court metal detectors flicked across Janus’ mind.
“I had surgery at Evergreen for my wrist fracture. Started at the emergency room. There will be X-rays.” Janus’ pen flew across the page. “I left… AMA from Recovery.” He massaged the bone just above his wrist and from here, Janus could see the three little white lines from the incisions. “Kelly came by with the kids and… drove me home.”
“She convinced you to leave against medical advice?”
Logan looked away. “The doctor had called a social worker because my injuries were ‘inconsistent with the patient’s reported cause.’”
Janus nodded slowly and made a few marks on the page before flipping back to review the full list of incidents Logan had recounted. “This was in October 2011?”
“After Patton’s first diagnosis.”
He nodded again and flipped back to the mostly blank page, pen hovering over the sheet, ready for the next set of records to requisition. When Logan remained silent, Janus looked up. “Whenever you’re ready,” he prompted gently.
“That’s it.”
“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” He stared at Logan, brow furrowed as he turned again to the pages detailing the times their arguments had turned violent. The times that bitch had turned violent.
“That was the only injury for which I sought care.” His voice was stiff. Formal.
“What?” Janus hissed, calm façade cracking as he scanned the list. “You—your—The fractures in your hand?” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “Your concussions, the burn, the—the tear in your lobe, you—”
“Dermabond surgical adhesive was sufficient to stop the bleeding.“
Janus scoffed. “You can’t just order that shit from Amazon!”
Logan merely shrugged. “It’s a basic veterinary supply. It isn’t that difficult to acquire.”
“I see,” Janus said more to his notepad than his client. Logan had used fucking vetbond on himself then went to work the next day like nothing had happened. His employee. His co-worker. Sour acid churned in his stomach.
‘He’s your friend, too…’
Roman had been wrong. Janus had not been his friend.
He watched Logan over the top of his legal pad. Shame crawling up his spine, he wondered how many times he’d fucking laughed when Devin had sat where Logan was now and remarked how clumsy their quiet co-worker must be to so often have had some sort of limp or bandage or…
No. He couldn’t undo any of that. But he could fight like hell for Logan now.
“Do you have friends who would be willing to support any of this with contemporaneous reports?” he asked, trying a new tactic. “Neighbors? Anyone you’ve been close with who knew what had really happened and would give a statement?”
“No,” Logan said. His fingers tapped the side of his knee in what more closely resembled a tremor than a fidget.
“What makes you so sure they’d be unwilling to come forward?” Despite humanity's general unwillingness to rock the boat even to save a person from drowning, Janus couldn’t imagine everyone in Logan’s life would be so reluctant to help. With the notable exception of Devin, Logan had always been kind and thoughtful to everyone in the office, unerringly polite and considerate. The first to pass around a card for birthdays or tragedies, despite the glaring omission of his own. There had to be someone.
“We could ensure their anonymity if they’re concerned about… social ramifications. She wouldn’t need to know they’d said anything.”
It was like convincing a rock. He wouldn’t even look up. “Logan, we’ve done it before. Domestic violence situations, particularly when witnesses consider both parties friends and—”
Logan shook his head. “You misunderstand me. I mean I… I have no… confidants from that period of my life. Your, ah…” Logan crossed and uncrossed his legs then wrapped his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. “Your brother-in-law is my first friend in a very long time.”
He looked down at his statement. “You… “ Sighing, he set the legal pad face down on the coffee table and turned in his seat to face Logan properly. “You have been through so much and…” He met his eyes.
Janus used to wonder how people could be so blind when the people around them were suffering. How people could waltz through their days, ignoring the obvious hurt of those around them. But he’d been just as bad. Just as oblivious. “I'm sorry I never noticed the signs. That I never tried to help you.”
Logan looked away, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. Janus had always thought it a nervous habit. Now he wondered how much the mis-fused bones pained him. And how much of it was a reminder of that fight.
Finally, Logan shrugged. “I made every effort to ensure there was nothing for anyone to notice.”
They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, then Janus stood. “Can I make you some tea?” Logan looked up, surprise cutting through his mask. Janus smiled and spread his hands, gesturing toward the little kettle and bamboo box of matcha. “I know I could use a cup. I imagine you could, too.”
Logan huffed. “Got anything stronger than tea?”
Shaking his head, Janus chuckled and pulled his five-year Alcoholics Anonymous chip from his pocket. “Nope.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right, Logan. We… we’ve both had our secrets, haven’t we?” Janus checked the kettle and clicked it on, then pulled two mugs from underneath the tea caddy. “How long have we known each other?”
“Almost twenty-two years.”
Janus shook his head. “Far too long to not actually know each other.”
“Perhaps,” he said.
The water rumbled in the kettle and Janus whisked it into the powder in the chawan, the steam carrying the bright, clean scent through the room.
“May I help with the tea?” Logan began to rise. “You don’t need to serve me.”
“Yes, actually, I do.” Janus looked over his shoulder and winked. “You’re older, so I pour the tea.”
Sitting back down, Logan shook his head, a tiny scowl wrinkling his brow. “I can’t be that much older than you.”
“Very nearly nine months,” Janus smiled as he poured Logan’s tea, then his own, and set both cups down on the table.
Logan’s face couldn’t decide if he should glare or grin.
“Don’t worry,” Janus nodded and waited for Logan to pick up his cup. “I promise I won’t rub it in too much.”
Smiling, Logan took a sip and set down his cup.
“Besides, it’s bad manners to mock the elderly.”
A sudden belly laugh burst from the ordinarily quiet man.
“Careful there,” Janus murmured, sipping his tea. “Too much excitement at your age can't be healthy.” Shoulders shaking, Logan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and Janus passed him another tissue.
Janus slid a little closer on the couch and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”
“Well,” Logan nodded and raised his cup. “Here’s to twenty-two more years of hearing it.”
By the time they finished their tea, the clock on Janus’ desk chimed six times. “Damn,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and confirming just how late it really was. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your boys.”
“No,” Logan shook his head, turning the little cup in his hands. “Not at all. Patton is at Kelly’s this week. I’m not needed.” Janus frowned at his phrasing and Logan fumbled to explain. “He carpooled after school, and the…” He looked down and the desk lamp cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. “The quarter’s started at Western.”
“Hmm.” More shaken by Logan's words than he wanted to admit, Janus took their empty cups and placed them in the basin on the bottom shelf of his tea caddy. “Any plans for dinner, then?”
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Funeral Grey by Waterparks came out :D
I said that you can call me, beep me if you want my skin
She rolled her eyes, then she said
"I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit"
#tss remus#tss janus#dukeceit#demus#the others are shittly in the background#cw drinking#cw smoking#cw alcohol#I haven't tested the colors to see if they look fine#just tested them; they fine lol#his shirt says D.I.Y. DILF because I think I’m the funniest bitch in town#and I am
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𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 & 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮
jenna x g!poc
summary: jah’s mother delyse makes a surprise visit ahead of schedule. jenna makes an important call.
warnings: mature language & partial smut
a/n: I don’t know bout you but I’m feeling 22 🥳. enjoy the chapter I’m gonna go get white girl wasted for my birthday 😁✌🏾
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THE NEXT DAY
"Fuck" You groaned. It was barely 10:30 in the morning, and the moment you finished brushing your teeth, she pounced on you. The sound of slapping skin and the background noise of HGTV echoed throughout the room. You thought she would have woken up with regrets because of last night but to your surprise, it was the opposite.
Your hands gripped her cheeks as you helped her continue to bounce. Jenna's head was thrown back, gasps and curses spilling from her mouth. She pushed your black tank top up your torso to reveal your abs. She needed something to keep her grounded in reality. Her nails scratched down your abs as she bounced harder.
“Jah…I’m about…to cum” Jenna gasped and her walls fluttered around you.
"Me too baby" You bit your lip. Your hands moved from her cheeks and traveled up to her breasts. You roughly squeezed them in your hands and after a few more bounces, Jenna choked on her moan and her hips stuttered.
At the sight of her reaching her orgasm, you hissed and you shot your load into the condom. Jenna collapsed onto you, out of breath.
"What happened to just being besties?" You teased the actress.
"I'm pregnant and full of hormones. My needs need to be satisfied. They're not going to be satisfied by someone else" Jenna said.
"Better not be. Until this baby is out of your stomach no dick, tongue, fingers, and/or other but mine is going inside you." You stated.
Jenna let out a loud laugh as she sat up and slowly removed you from inside her. Your dick proudly falls against your stomach. You got up from your bed and went into your bathroom to start the shower.
Jenna grabbed her phone from your nightstand. She opened the phone and was immediately hit with tons of messages. Some from friends just checking in. Some from Nancy reminding her about upcoming shoots. Some from Hudson. The last bunch comes from her mother.
Nancy The Manager: Couple of Adidas shoots and the Variety interview with Elle Fanning to do today. Lorenzo will be there at 12
Nancy The Manager: also just a heads up, Neil wants a meeting
As Jenna read the name, her heart dropped. Cornelio was the big boss of her team, he's the one who started Jenna in the acting business when she was a kid. She was so lost in her phone that she didn't even see you sneak next to her. That was until you scooped her up, startling her.
You laughed as a shriek fell from her lips, "You passing up the opportunity to shower with me."
“I would never” Jenna smirked and tossed her phone on the bed. You then sprinted to the bathroom, laughs and giggles sounding throughout the apartment.
🤰🏻🩵
@jennainmyortega: react to ur reddit
@ghostridingwhip: amp’s new vid
@highondatgreen: react to me nutting in yo mouth
@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen what’s wrong with u
@fnthechat: SIDEMEN VID OR DO CONFESSIONS OR EDITS
You set up your stream with some homemade lunch Jenna made before she left. Her team had her doing loads of shit today before she leaves on Monday. So you knew you weren’t going to hear from her til late tonight.
“Yerrrrr! What’s goodie chat! I missed you weirdos” You greeted your chat. Your chat instantly flooded with comments. You adjust your camera when you noticed it’s off centered a little.
@partymonsterfrvr: where u been? u just disappeared off the face of the earth?
“Listen, life has been throwing me curveballs left and right this past week and a half. But I’m due time I’ll reveal it to you guys” You took a bite from your food. A ding from your phone draws your attention to it.
jennaortega liked your story.
@user719888129: nah we know you’ve been boo loving 👀
“Assumptions! I ain’t no boo loving with anybody” You said and swiftly moved on. You went to your Reddit page and was hit with Stacey’s Instagram story from the party.
@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: Jah on a friend’s Instagram story
“She’s just a friend bro. Davis and I went to school with her and her sister. Nothing more” You informed your childish supporters. You continued to scroll through making comments here and there until a video of you singing at the lounge pops up.
@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: #VIDEO Jah singing at a local Bronx lounge
@munchiesinmycrunchies: album? now? asap? no rocky
“I don’t know. Still a maybe on the music” You said and finished your food.
Donation/@modernbussywhip: y’all see those marks on the neck I PEEP 👀
Instantly, you cover your neck with your hand. You subtly check in the camera to see if there were any hickeys on your neck but you saw there wasn’t anyway. You got bamboozled by them.
“Suck my dick fuckers” You joke and stuck your middle finger at them. The comments roll in laughing emojis and lmaos.
🤰🏻🩵
You spend the next three hours on stream, reacting to different YouTube videos, your Reddit, and for the last hour raging on 2K and Call of Duty.
You were sitting on your couch watching TV, until your buzzer to your apartment went off. At first, you ignored it thinking that it’s probably just the delivery man trying to get in. But it kept going off so you just got up and buzzed whoever in. You were just chilling on couch again until a knock is heard on your door. You furrow your face in confusion. You went to the door and looked through the peephole and saw your mother.
You opened the door, “Ma?”
Your mother Delyse or ‘Del’ as she liked to be called smiled and walked into your apartment, “I don’t know why I had this feeling like I should be here.”
“Right now?” You questioned.
“Actually, I felt it a couple of months ago but I brushed it off. But when I came back, the need felt stronger than ever. Are you okay?” Del asked concerned.
“I’m good Ma. How was Jamaica?” You asked steering the conversation off you.
“Wonderful. Your Gigi was asking about you, she’s upset that you didn’t come down” Del said and sat down on your couch.
“I’ll try to visit her later this year. I was busy streaming and making videos” You replied to her.
Del just hummed in response. You grabbed your phone and saw a text message from Jenna.
Hollywood 🤰🏻: I finished early. Thank god. You want something to eat?
NYC 🩵: nah…but my mother is here.
You watched as the text bubbles appeared and then disappeared several times before it disappeared completely.
Obviously, you didn’t expect her. You and Jenna wanted to go over ideas for how you wanted to tell her but all of that is out the window now.
“So…you out here hoeing around” Del questioned nonchalantly.
That made you choke on your spit, “Ma what the hell kind of question is that?”
“I’m just asking. Do as you please but be safe and don’t get any girl pregnant” Del said.
You chuckle nervously and turned your attention to your TV. You text Jenna a couple of more times. You and your mother continue to converse between each other until your phone starts ringing.
“Hello?” You answer.
“Can you uh…come open the door?” Jenna asked. She sounded a little out of breath.
“Just hit the buzzer for my apartment” You said.
“I need your help with something. Come down” Jenna stated. You agreed and put your hoodie and slides on.
“I’ll be back” You told your mother and left your apartment. You went to the first floor and saw Jenna struggling with some flowers.
“Damn girl, you brought every single flower in the world?” You chuckled.
Jenna giggled, “I don’t know what kind of flowers she likes so I got one of each.”
“So sweet of you. Future reference she likes orchids” You told her and took the big bouquet from her hands. You two went back up to your apartment and before you can even open your door, your mother opens it for you.
“Oh who’s this Tuffie?” Del questioned as you walked inside your apartment.
You sigh at the nickname, “Ma, this is Jenna, my girlfriend.”
You watched as your mother gave Jenna a look up and down. You felt Jenna squeeze your hand. A moment of silence goes by before a smile grows on Del’s face.
“It’s nice to meet you Jenna. You look familiar though” Del said.
“She’s an actress. We met at one of her movie premieres. The scary movie Davis was in” You said.
“Oh! That movie with the long mouth mask” Del said.
“Yeah Scream Ma” You chuckled. You set the slightly heavy flowers on your counter by her purse, “Jenna also got you these.”
“Oh thank you so much dear. I haven’t received flowers in a long time” Del gushed and smelled the flowers.
You and Jenna look at each other, “Ma, we gotta tell you something. Now, before we say it, I just want you to know that we both know what we’re getting into and-”
“You’re pregnant” Del said casually towards Jenna.
“I…I…how?” You questioned.
“Baggy clothing. Slight weight gain in the face. Come on I see all the signs, I mean I did birth two children.” Del stated.
Your mother sat down in one of your dining room chairs, “I thought I told you be careful Jah. You’re still young, both of you. You still have lives to live before being tied down with a child. A child is a lot of responsibility. Once that baby is brought into this world, it’s not just going to be you and her, it’s going to be you, her, and the child you share together.”
This time Jenna stepped up, "Uh...Mrs. Jimenez I know it's a bit unconventional, we're both still very young, and we're not even together-"
"First it's Reid and second...the two of you aren't together?" Delyse questioned.
You and Jenna both looked at each other before Jenna spoke up, "Well...no it's a bit complicated. But truthfully, there's no other person I would want to share a child with. We know there are going to be some changes in the way we live our lives. Every decision we make, we have to do with a child in mind but I'm ready to make those changes. We are ready."
You nodded along with Jenna. You saw your mother look between the two of you with curious eyes.
"Even though I feel the way I feel. I wish you would have gotten married first or at least be together but I'm going to support the two of you in all ways possible" Del smiled and hugged the both of you.
You were glad that was out of the way. Your mother supported you, even though she wished it was done differently. She can't change the past, only help the present and look forward to the future. Now, you just need Jenna's family on the same page and it'll make things 10x better.
🤰🏻🩵
For the next two hours, your mother and Jenna converse amongst each other. You fell asleep on the couch, hands resting in your pants.
Del took Jenna onto your fire escape to talk more. She had a glass of wine in her hand while Jenna had apple juice.
“How did your mom take it?” Del asked and took a sip of her wine.
“Well, I was originally planning on telling her when I visited her next week but someone told her without my consent. She didn’t really take it well” Jenna sighed.
“What did she say, if you don’t mind me asking?” Del asked carefully.
“I kinda haven’t been answering her calls. I’m scared of what she has to say” Jenna stated and played with her fingers nervously.
"Honey, let me tell you something. No matter what your mother says or how she feels, it won't take away the fact she will always love you. You can be the worst possible person in the world and she will still love you. A bond between a good mother and her children, especially daughters is something so special and precious. You'll understand soon enough" Del said.
Jenna smirked at her, “You betting on us having a girl?”
“Oh I know it’s a girl. Girls run strong in this family” Del smiled.
Jenna softly chuckled at that. The two woman sit in a comfortable silence basking in the NYC polluted air and police sirens from every direction. Jenna’s eyes then flickered to her phone and her mind starts racing.
She missed hearing from her family. She knew the longer she avoided them, the worse it’ll be for her. So she grabbed her phone and excused herself. She went back inside and went into your room for some privacy. She gathered all the contacts she needed for a group FaceTime but before she can hit the green button. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.
“Relax Jenna” She muttered to herself and hit the green button.
It ranged for two seconds before each person answered the phone. Her sisters Mia, Aliyah, and Mariah, her brothers Issac and Markus, and finally her parents Natalie and Edward.
“Thank goodness, we were getting worried sick about you Jenna” Natalie said.
“Yeah, why haven’t you been returning our calls and messages” Edward asked.
Jenna sighed, "I need to get something off my chest first before everyone starts interrogating me. Yes, I am pregnant and yes I am keeping the baby. I know I'm young and my career is just taking off but I don't care about that stuff. All I care about is the person I share my child with, my unborn child, and my family. A family I hope still supports me."
Everyone except Natalie’s face was a look of shocked.
“Sweetie, why wouldn’t we still support you? We’re a bit disappointed but we would never leave you unsupported. We love you Jenna and we’re going to be here every step of the way” Natalie stated.
Tears start to gather in Jenna’s eyes. She was relieved that the pressure of telling your families were lifted. She was more ecstatic to hear that they will support the two of you with no problem.
“WE GONNA BE AUNTIES AND UNCLES” Aliyah screamed excitedly. Jenna laughed at her younger sister
"Are we going to meet the other parent anytime soon? Who is it by the way?" Mia asked.
“Her name is Jahaziel, she goes by Jah. We met at the Scream premiere earlier this year. She’s a YouTube/Twitch streamer” Jenna answered.
“No way JahBronxGamer! I watch all her streams and videos, I’m a huge fan of her. She makes me want to move to The Bronx. I just watched her stream earlier today” Markus commented.
“I’ll be sure to tell her that” Jenna replied with a smile.
Jenna spoke with her family a little more until one by one her siblings all left, promising to catch up more next week.
“I was scared to face you, that’s why I didn’t answer you guys.” Jenna revealed to her parents.
“Jenna, don’t ever be afraid to come talk to us. Despite the circumstances, we will always love and support you. Don’t ever forget that” Natalie stressed.
The tears start to fall down Jenna’s face, “Okay” she sniffled. She wiped the tears from her face.
“So…this partner treating you right?” Edward questioned.
"Technically, we aren't together but I feel things for her way more than I did Wesley. I just need to work out some stuff within me first before I get into another relationship." Jenna smiled wide at the thought of you.
Natalie and Edward look at each other before looking back at Jenna with a smile, "Well, we're happy you can acknowledge something like that and we can't wait to meet her."
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LOOKIN FOR A RP PARTNER TEEHEE (yes im cringe leave me alone)
hello slayers so this will be a fairly simple post im just looking for 1 (one) person (15+) who would be willing to play janus in a sanders sides royal au rp 🙏
the simplified plot is: roman and remus are princes of the kingdom named Emberhold. roman is the perfect prince and son who never goes out of line and is adored by everyone. that cannot, however, be said for remus, who openly rebels against the king and his rules, constantly sneaks out and gets himself and others into trouble.
being fed up with remus's antics, the king hires the best knight in the kingdom - Janus - to get his son under control.
bla bla bla, its an enemies to lovers demus thing where janus hates remus for being a reckless spoiled brat and remus hates janus for being a self-centred pr!ck <3
some important plot points: both remus and janus are flawed at the beginning, remus is genderqueer (he just doesnt understand it cuz its like the 19th century or whateva), and in my au theres background prinxiety but thats not necessary for the rp at all. also, fair warning, the character of the king is verbally abusive.
i have a whole google doc dedicated to this thing that i can send later, if anyone's interested, hmu!! dm me on here or on discord: @vampcatangel 🙏 just PLS i am desperate i have utter brainrot!!<3
#sandersides#roleplay#sanders sides#sanders sides roleplay#remus sanders#janus sanders#dukeceit#dukeceit rp
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As the World Caves In (Demus Angst)
Fandom// Sanders Sides
TW// Major Character Death, Angst w/ sad ending, suicide mention, violence mention, crying, sirens, explosion
Word count// 675
Description// It’s the end of the world. The world leaders have all announced that they would be nuking the world and taking off with a bunch of the rich people to start fresh on a new planet. During this time, Remus and Janus spend their final moments together as the world caves in.
Characters// Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders
Pairings// Demus/Dukeceit
AUs// Human AU/ End of the World AU
Author’s note// This is kind of a vent one-shot to get my mind off of a dream I had. It is also based off the song, As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese. Enjoy!
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The world was in chaos. The sounds of car alarms, glass shattering, and screams mixed together as people ran rampant through the streets. The government had announced that all countries came to an unanimous agreement that they were going to nuke the entire world while any rich people and world leaders fled to a new planet. This led to the general public freaking out, causing all hell to break lose. Remus looked out at the chaos outside their window, a solemn expression on their face.
”Mi amor, back away from the window please. There’s too many crazy people out there, I don’t want you getting hurt,” Remus’s spouse, Janus, said. Remus sighed.
”What’s the point? The world’s going to be ending soon… Roman and his partner committed a double suicide when everyone got the message… I’m never going to be able to finish my big project that I’ve been working so hard on… There’s nothing going for me anymore,” Remus said, not looking at Janus. Janus sighed, walking over to its spouse and hugging them.
”I know… But I’d rather spend all the time we have together in our last moments, than have it cut even shorter… Now, come on, let’s spend our time together wisely,” Janus said. Remus smiled a little. The two stood up, Remus grabbing Janus’s hand as the two walked to the living room. The two sat on the couch, Janus turning on the TV and switching to the news. Remus grabbed out a few pens, grabbing one of Janus’s hands. They took off Janus’s gloves and started to doodle on Janus’s hand. They drew many different small tattoo designs as Janus smiled at them, admiring their spouse.
”I love you so much, Remus,” Janus said.
”I love you too, Janus,” Remus said, smiling softly at Janus. The two kissed each other, staying in each other’s embrace for a while before pulling away. Remus continued to doodle on Janus’s hand as the news played in the background. Janus watched the news as the news reporter was attacked on camera by a group of drunk people, the camera soon being ditched on the ground. Janus turned off the TV, sighing as they leaned back on the couch a little.
”Do you think there’s an afterlife for us?” Remus asked as they drew.
”What?” Janus replied, turning its attention to Remus.
”Like, do you think when this is all over, there will be a second life for us where we can be happy and not have to worry about anything?” Remus repeated, looking up at Janus.
”I… I don’t know, Remus… I never really thought about the afterlife… I never even thought this would be happening… But just know… If there is an afterlife, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re a part of mine,” Janus responded. Remus smiled softly at Janus, pressing a light kiss to its cheek before capping their pen. Janus reached over for its phone, connecting it to their bluetooth speaker and putting on their slow dancing playlist. Janus stood up, extending their hand out to Remus.
”May I have this last dance, mi amor?” Janus asked. Remus smiled, nodding and grabbing Janus’s hand. Janus pulled Remus up off of the couch and held onto their waist as Remus put their hands on its shoulder. The two started to slow dance as the music played in the background. The two finished slow dancing as the song ended, staying in each other’s arms. They soon heard sirens blaring, knowing that the nuke for their part of the country was just launched. The two looked at each other as tears streamed down their faces.
”Good night, mi amor,” Janus said softly, placing a hand on Remus’s cheek.
”Good night, darling,” Remus responded. The two shared one last kiss before pulling away and collapsing on the ground, holding each other tightly as the world faded to white.
#thatonelesbianfander#sanders sides#thomas sanders#thatsthat24#tss#sasi#sanders sides au#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides one shot#remus sanders#janus sanders#demus#dukeceit#tw major character death#tw death#tw suicide mention#tw violence mention#tw crying#tw sirens#tw explosion
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French Kiss
Writer: @edupunkn00b
Betas:
@logans-library887
@dragonsaphirareads
Artist:
@8beez
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@to-junipterandmars
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Rating: Mature
Ships:
Not all romantic relationships are mutual, and some are background/past/future
Primary: Loceit, Dukeceit/Demus,
Background: Royalty (may be platonic)
Possible hints at other legal pairings
Summary:
A stilted string melody assaulted Janus’ ears before he’d even passed the guards and set a toe on the grand staircase. The twin princes' Versailles renovations included steep, rickety stairs leading to the vestibule, forcing unsteady guests to sweat and huff their way up. Then, trembling with anxiety and exertion from their climb, they were left on full display as they teetered down wide, curved steps with an uneven rise before reaching the red and green marble dance floor below.
Logan’s research had prepared him for the twin’s sadistic design and he walked with confidence. Resplendent in his ‘borrowed’ heavy silk brocade breeches and cloak, Janus was the picture of courtly elegance.
With a fanfare, gilded ceiling-high doors opened and the light of several dozen lanterns poured into the dark ballroom. Two figures of identical height and silhouette appeared, framed by the bright, flickering glow. Backlit, it was nearly impossible to distinguish between the two, only the slight twitchiness to one brother’s movements a clue that he might be the elder brother, the crown prince.
Their voices rang out in unrehearsed unison. “Isn’t this meant to be a celebration?” The court’s musicians took their cue and launched a raucous tune, guests moving to the music in ways certain to make Bishop Jeanne blush at Sunday’s confession.
The Princes had arrived.
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My Imperfectly Odd Self-Ai Football Player Picture Character Story 19: Introducing Don Dem IV(1). My Imperfectly Odd Self-Ai Version of Don Demus Jr. from the Baltimore Ravens. A Wide Receiver for the Baltimore Doves(2). Don decided to join the Doves because he sees purity behind it not just peace and prosperity. Dem is a Christian and believes wholeheartedly that God will get him through and accept him for him. He comes from a Faithful background that God is the answer to life and is taught about love. Love others as wished to be loved. He is grateful that God accepts and loves him despite his sexuality and orientation. Dem IV is granted a combined gift of Nature and Weather added to it (3). He is grateful to be gifted these twins powers. Now, Dem can show some of his teammates that have similar separate powers that like God he Is the Real natural disaster as God shows his wrath out of retribution. The opponent has something of Dem's combined power.
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hmmmm something something dukeceit au where janus is a centuries-old vampire and remus is a modern day human who is very enthusiastically trying to woo him and janus is just. so confused by this state of affairs (like, what does he mean he thinks the biting thing is hot???) but is also kind of definitely into him. yeah.
#sanders sides#thomas sanders#thatsthat24#dukeceit#demus#janus sanders#remus sanders#ts janus#ts remus#peregrin said a thing#peregrin writes#possibly roman is in the background convinced remus is under mind control and trying to break the curse or whatever#for humorous side plot purposes#it would not get angsty it would just be silly and funny and a misunderstanding that eventually gets cleared up#bonus points if he winds up Also falling for one of janus's monster buddies bc of this#maybe logan i think logince would work well in this setting#also possibly remus originally found janus while doing research for (or filming) a video for his cryptids-and-monsters-themed youtube channe#*channel#wait wait#okay ive got it#so#roman and patton are humans who are dating#remus is obviously also a human#roman in his quest to find and save remus keeps running into vampire logan who is Unfairly Hot#logan like is probably the most outgoing and maybe youngest of the vampires and goes out and hunts a lot or whatever#but doesn't kill roman for whatever reasons#that eventually gives way to unwilling fondness#this goes up 10x when patton eventually starts tagging along#and we end up with roman/patton/logan#i forget the ship name
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there isn’t enough Soft dukeceit content 💛💚
#dukeceit#janus sanders#remus sanders#demus#sanders sides#deceit sanders#ts art#thomas sanders#ts dukeceit#ts demus#romantic dukeceit#romantic demus#fanart#my art#my post#i struggled so hard with the background but i really love how the poses turned out#i actually debated on whether or not to post this bc I don’t usually post my ship art#buuuut I was too proud of it not to
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Logicality Fashion!AU
With background Prinxiety and Dukeceit
Logan is a famous fashion designer, Virgil and Janus are his assistants
Patton, Roman and Remus are the models
In the beginning, Logan never paid that much attention to Pat, him being his model and all
but one day Patton rushes into his office after work because he forgot his phone
His hair is a mess, he is wearing his normal clothes and he took off all his makeup, so his face was an explosion of freckles
This is the moment Logan starts to develop his crush on the model
Suddenly Logan's designs are a bit less stoic
A lot of flower patterns sneak their way into the outfits and they seem to fit Patton suspiciously well
Patton, being really happy with the more colourful clothes, starts to hang out with Logan more after work
This goes on for a while, until the model finds Logan in his office after a big fashion show one day
Logan sits asleep on his office chair, his glasses falling of his face, he is drooling a bit and is holding his suit jacket tightly against his chest
Patton stares in awe at him for a few minutes, before carefully tacking off his glasses and leaving the office
He never mentions this moment to Logan, but this was the moment Patton fell in love with the usually perfect man
The model tells Logan all about his favourite flowers and helps him to choose patterns for future designs
One time, Pat makes matching flowercrowns for Roman, Remus and his own outfits
and of course, he also makes one for Logan, with the Gardenia as the main flower
After a bit of research, Logan and Janus find out that a Gardenia means 'secret love'
Janus starts to tease Logan when his cheeks turn bright red
Logan stutters for a moment before reminding Janus how flustered he gets when Remus only looks in his direction
The next couple of weeks, Lo and Pat start to flirt more with eachother
This results in a lot of teasing from Virgil and Janus
At the end of one of Logan's shows, he walks up the catwalk together with all his models to receive the applause of the audience
In a moment of excitement, Logan takes Patton's hand
The model turns to him and slowly nods
Logan gently crabs the collar of his shirt and kisses Patton softly
Roman and Remus start whistling and the audience loses it
The two start to work together more and soon they are the most popular couple in the fashion world
Logan and Patton have to watch their friends obviously crushing on eachother
After a while they are just done with it and Logan makes his assistant talk to their crushes, while Patton just pushes Roman and Remus towards them
That night ends with a lot of flustered faces and two new fashion couples
Sooo this is way longer than it was supposed to be but yeay. Also, a huge thanks to @irritating-lady-knight @justalittlecorrupted and @also-youre-mischevous for helping create this AU
(Go follow them, they are absolutely amazing^^)
#logicality#romantic logicality#prinxiety#background prinxiety#dukeceit#background dukeceit#demus#romantic demus#lots of flowers#Yeay I just really like flowers okay#also Go follow the people I mentioned#I love them#pattoncake writes
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Revisions Playlist
Because it's not a fic unless it's got a playlist.
This playlist will continue to be updated as the story progresses, so check out the Spotify link above for the latest version.
#Revisions#ts logan#ts janus#ts remus#ts roman#ts virgil#ts patton#Logan Sanders#Janus Lyubov#Remus Prince#Roman Prince#Virgil Knight#Patton Hart#New Year Old Tropes#dukeceit#demus#established background prinxiety#slow burn#intrulogical#loceit#intruloceit#eventually‚ we'll get there#Spotify#updated for Chaoter 21
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Count Down for What?
Day 2 of Soulmate September
Prinxiety
Wordcount: 4918
TW: Swearing, it wouldn’t be a darkside pov from me without it. Anxiety attack. Heights?
Summary: Virgil hates waiting, can’t stand it really. He can’t even deal with a timer counting down in a video game, much less to one counting down to one of the biggest changes in his life... meeting his soulmate.
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“Wake up Virgey!” a cheery voice called, ripping away the blanket he was snuggling into.
Bitch.
Virgil kept the thought to himself as he glared up at a freckled face with too wide of a grin for this early in the morning. Patton was his best friend in the world, but no one should be alive at this time in the morning, much less that cheery. He burrowed further into his pillow and pulled his knees up to his chest to conserve the warmth that had been stolen from him.
“Oh come onnnnn, time to get up! You have a big day Virgey! You’re never gonna meet your soulmate just lying there!” Patton exclaimed, grabbing hold of Virgil’s tucked wrists as he started to lean backwards, pulling him away from his comfort source.
“That’s kinda the point Pat,” Virgil grumbled and shook him off, but conceded to the fact that he would not be returning to his bed. If he tried Patton would start pulling out the big stops, like the time he poured a glass of ice water on him after he tried to sleep his way through his own unsurprising surprise party.
“Come on! Lo’s already got coffee on in the other room!” Patton exclaimed, linking their hands and leading Virgil out of the bedroom with a flourish.
Virgil let out a lengthy groan to make it abundantly clear how he felt about the situation that didn’t stop even as he entered the kitchen. Logan just rolled his eyes at Virgil and Patton’s entrance and wordlessly handed Virgil a cup of coffee, effectively getting him to finally shut up. Virgil sipped at his sweet, sweet lifeblood and tried not to make a face as Patton pecked Logan on the lips as he slipped past to make breakfast. Patton and Logan were in roommates, sure, but there was something too pragmatic about their relationship. It reminded him a little of his parents. Then again, he supposed that was just what happened when you find your soulmate at the age of six. Patton and Logan had been inseparable long before Virgil ever knew them. They were so connected at the hip that the only reason Patton and Virgil ever became friends at all was because Logan was an overachiever who both double majored and double minored in university, which suddenly left Patton with an immense amount of time by himself that he had never had before. Logan insisted he try to make friends to fill in some of the gaps so he wouldn’t feel so alone.
Cue a soft boy looking around the university courtyard with big lost eyes as he turned from group to group, looking for a place for himself. Then there was Virgil, barely paying attention as he scrolled tumblr on his phone between classes. Still, something about the dejected look behind big round glasses had Virgil moving from his favorite spot in the courtyard’s tree to jump down. He landed next to the boy who in turn let out a shriek as Virgil dusted off his jeans and straightened his hoodie.
“Hey,” Virgil remembered muttering so many years ago. “Let’s get some coffee.”
“O-Okay,” was the only response he had gotten back at the time as the lost boy followed him without another word.
It turned out that Patton didn’t even drink coffee. Still, they had been best friends ever since.
Why couldn’t that have been his life changing moment? He would have more then happily been platonic soulmates with his pattycake. He still put his foot down and swore that Logan and he had their timers somehow switched because the sweetheart was definitely his soulmate and he refused to hear otherwise. Logan always let out an annoyed huff when he argued it, but the stretched smile on Patton’s face always made it worth it for him to risk Logan’s ire.
“Virgil, this is supposed to be a good thing!” Patton insisted, taking Virgil’s hand in his own and squeezing it compassionately. “You’re going to meet someone wonderful! Someone who’ll change your life forever!”
“That’s what I’m afraid of!” Virgil insisted and pulled his hand away and cradled it close to his chest as if burned.
Patton and Logan shared a look as Virgil curled his limbs in on himself. His touch aversion only made an appearance when he was really becoming anxious. He heard some clanging in the kitchen for a moment before a large glass of ice water was set in front of him and his coffee was pushed away. Logan squatted in front of him, with a hand on the kitchen table to get to reach similar eye levels.
“Breathe Virgil. It is alright. Being nervous is completely normal,” Logan murmured in soothing tones as Patton watched helplessly from the side. Logan was always better at diffusing Virgil’s panic attacks. “Do you need me to run through the exercises with you?”
Virgil thought for a moment and shook his head no. Still, he accepted the glass of ice water Logan pushed in his direction and took a large sip. The cold helped shock his brain out of the spiral.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” Virgil groaned, his head in his hands. He wasn’t really. He was still panicking, but it was more controlled now. Still, the splitting headache rising to his temples wasn’t helping anything.
“May I retrieve anything for you?” Logan asked as Patton finally braved reaching over and rubbing Virgil’s shoulder sympathetically. They both seemed pleased when Virgil didn’t immediately shrug off the touch, even if Logan frowned when he shook his head with a definite ‘no.’
Sometimes it felt like they were practicing on him for when they eventually adopted a kid to complete their white picket fence familial unit. The weirdos.
Then again, it was nice when Patton baked him cookies. Even Logan checking in about his sleeping habits wasn’t so bad really. They’d really make great parents someday to some lucky as fuck kids.
Patton and Logan shot him worried looks as he suddenly went stiff and Patton pulled his hand away before Virgil bolted.
Oh god.
Was he in the way?
Was that why they were so insistent on him finding his soulmate? So he’d leave? Did they want him to leave so they could get their all-American dream and adopt their 2.5 kids?
“Hey, hey, hey Viregy-” Patton started in a whisper, his hand hovering just inches away ready to give comfort in a moments notice. “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
“Not so many questions at once Patton,” Logan chided. “Virgil, what’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
Virgil swallowed and looked up, still able to see Logan’s blue eyes despite his glasses reflecting Virgil’s own pathetic expression. He choked out a breath and was able to mutter out, “Cherry Garcia.”
“What movie did we watch last night?”
“...Stardust... You picked it.”
Logan nodded. “As a compromise that you and Patton would both enjoy. What day is it?”
Virgil deadpanned. “I barely know what day it is when I’m in a normal state of mind.”
Logan smirked and patted his shoulder before pushing the ice water back his way. “I see you’re feeling better.”
Virgil accepted the water and took another long drink.
Bitch.
He was just so done with the day already and he hadn’t even had breakfast.
From there it seemed that Logan and Patton had collectively decided the best thing was to give him some space as the two took their places at the counter to work through cooking their meal together. Some days Virgil would help, but he was certain if he tried today Patton would shoo him away. He wasn’t really in the state of mind for it anyway and was happy to stay just where he was and stare at the slowly dwindling clock counting down on his wrist.
Just a few hours now.
Breakfast was a short affair. Eggs and sausage were placed in front of him as the loving couple took their usual seats next to one another at the other side of the table. He was sure it was all delicious, but he had to convince himself it didn’t all taste like cardboard as his mind continued to reel. Everything was going to change today.
Everything was going to change.
He wasn’t ready.
“Maybe I should go to work,” Virgil said as he picked up his plate from the table and took it to the sink. The least he could do as a good roommate was to take care of the dishes. “Remy’s always complaining we don’t have enough staff as it is.”
“Did you not specifically put in for vacation today?” Logan asked with a raised brow.
“Yeah, but-”
“Oh! Do you think Virgil already knows his soulmate? Could it be a coworker?” Patton asked and practically had stars in his eyes at the question.
“While the familiarity might help Virgil with the shock. All of the documented cases I’ve seen show them not previously knowing each other before at least the day the timers are set for. However, there’s still so much that’s unknown about the phenomena that it is difficult to say anything for certain.”
Virgil chewed his bottom lip as he took Patton and Logan’s dishes too. Anything to keep his hands busy.
“Maybe I’ll go into town...” he muttered to himself.
“Oh! I can see it now, you bump into your soulmate, the two of you drop all of your bags and your clocks reach zero just as you both touch hands while reaching for the same thing!”
“You know Pat, I think I’ve read that fanfiction. One of yours?” Virgil asked with a snort.
“It will be now,” Patton said, sticking his tongue out at Virgil from the other side of the kitchen island.
Virgil just mimicked him before throwing some of the soap suds at his cheeky friend.
“You’re both pretty,” Logan deadpanned with a huff at their antics before standing and wrapping his arms around Patton’s middle.
Logan nuzzled his nose just under Patton’s ear and Virgil watched his best friend simply melt under the ministrations.
“I am certain that whatever Virgil decides to do, everything will work out,” Logan said gently and kissed Patton’s forehead. “After all, he knows he will always have us, correct?”
Virgil squirmed when he realized Logan had gazed directly his way when asking that last question.
Fucking mind reader.
“Always!” Patton declared cheerily in agreement, seemingly unaware of Logan and Virgil’s silent conversation.
The rest of the morning went by fast after that. Virgil tried his best not to draw his hoodie sleeve because every glance at the countdown timer on his wrist only reignited his anxiousness. Patton eventually had to rush off for work, but pushed a packed lunch into Virgil’s hands on the way out before kissing Logan goodbye.
Yep. Absolute parents.
Virgil stuck it on the table by the door and paced their apartment a few more times.
If he moved out, they’d have an extra bedroom available for a kid.
His stomach turned as he tried to push that thought out of his mind. Logan said they wanted him here.
Logan didn’t lie.
He sighed and eventually let himself collapse against the couch. He was already exhausted and he hadn’t even left the apartment yet. A few minutes later Logan saw fit to join him, book in hand and the two sat quietly with only the occasional sound of turning pages filling the silence. Virgil could not stop himself from staring down at his wrist, even through his hoodie. He’d catch himself staring, rip his gaze away and zone out with his gaze aimed in the general direction of the wall, only for the process to repeat again.
“You know, the timer will continue regardless of how long you stare at it.”
Virgil gave Logan what he was sure was a pained look before finally giving in to pulling the sleeve back as they both inspected the decreasing numbers.
Just over four hours now.
“I’m just... I’m not ready Lo,” he said holding up his wrist showing the timer that would not stop. “This will change everything and I just... I just can’t.”
“It does not have to,” Logan said, setting the book aside. “Think of it simply as an opportunity for change. You do not have to accept it. Maybe you meet someone, maybe you do not, you may even find it is someone you cannot abide at this point in your life. You can always leave the situation. Call me if you need an escort if things go sour and please keep me updated on where you go. This is always your home first and foremost, regardless of what happens. If you cannot fit any person you meet into the life you want to live, then simply turn around and come back home. Nothing has to change.”
Virgil stared at square framed glasses stupefied. That wasn’t something he was expecting to hear.
“However-” Logan started, as his expression took on an unusual wistfulness. “I cannot imagine what life would be like without Patton in it. A life devoid of joy I am certain is most likely. Patton reminds me how to live rather than simply exist. You should know better than most though what I mean when I say so. He brings laughter and love in a way that makes me proud to be his partner each and everyday.”
Virgil felt like he was sucker punched in the chest. Logan never spoke like that.
“He says I bring him joy too, though I cannot imagine how. Still... Patton just wants you to have that same sort of happiness Virgil.”
“I...” Virgil started. “I am happy.”
Logan just smiled and squeezed his shoulder as he stood up. “Just remember. This is an opportunity, not a contract. You always reserve the right to say no and I can promise you that you will always have a place here. I will push no further however, whatever you decide to do Patton and I will support you.”
“Where am I even supposed to go?” Virgil huffed out to Logan’s retreating figure. “How will I know I’m even going to the right place?”
“There is no wrong answer. Supposedly, wherever you decide will be the right place,” Logan answered, pausing at the doorway.
“Then what difference does it make if I stay here?”
“Does this feel like where you are supposed to be?”
Virgil just stared at him. No. No it didn’t. He gave a final groan and forced himself off the couch before stomping toward the front door and taking his bagged lunch with him.
Fucking bitch.
He wanted to kick something.
He ended up at the park and his already fragile mood was immediately soured as he passed by a group of musicians in large overly ornate hats as one with a particularly stupid looking mustache blew a sour note from a horn directly into his ear. He flipped him off and continued on the path, putting as much distance between him and the noisemakers as possible.
Virgil let himself fall into old habits as he hopped and grabbed hold of a tree branch before he even realized what he was doing, climbing until he was situated comfortably with his legs stretched out on a sturdy branch and his back leaning against the trunk. Soulmates could suck it, he was gonna people watch today. Plus, if he was truly doomed to have to deal with an extra person in his life, he might as well take survey of them before having to actually meet them.
From here he could see a few couples. Definitely not. A few joggers and dog walkers who were hurrying down the path. Not the kind of people who would be around in the two hours he still had remaining. There was an older woman feeding the pigeons because some cliches existed for a reason it seemed. God he fucking hoped not. He’d almost take the mariachi bastard instead. Maybe.
Virgil let himself just exist for a little while, almost in a daze, but not quite snoozing as time passed around him. How was this soulmate thing supposed to work anyway? It’s not like he had some kinda of confirmation telling him he had the right person. Maybe the whole thing was some conspiracy, pairing people together artificially as to force them into some kind of submission. Like, how was he supposed to confirm that he even was with the right person when the clock stopped? Or what if they passed near each other and never truly met? Supposedly these timers were just supposed to magically stop at the exact moment two people who were just supposed to accept living the rest of their lives together would meet? Sounds fake.
Virgil’s attention was taken as he heard a rustling sound somewhere beneath him and found someone arranging a picnic basket. Oh god, what kind of dweeb goes to the park looking like they stepped straight out of a fairy tale book? He did a double-take though. Something about him looked... oddly familiar? He wasn’t sure how though. He could see some basically-prince-charming kneeling on a classic plaid red blanket and arranging a... surprisingly impressive set up. There were covered hotplates with something that smelled savory and absolutely delicious. Some kind of cake was in a clear plastic container. There was a pile of seemingly random snacks. He recognized the packages of a few, crackers, chocolates, granola bars, even a couple boxes of raisins of all things. Two matching sets cutlery with cloth napkins underneath the silverware. A three pronged candlestick was placed between the plates with rose petals scattered around at random and- Oh shit, was that wine? Was that even allowed at the public park?
Virgil wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he sure wasn’t gonna rat the guy out. The dude obviously put in a lot of effort for his date. That was the kinda guy who deserved a soulmate, not Virgil. Virgil was still in his ratty hoodie and rattier converse as he was waiting to meet them for the first time. A plan? Ha, in this economy? He was lucky he even remembered his wallet. He couldn’t imagine being the kind of person to arrange intricate dates like the picnic prince down below. In fact, Virgil was a little uncomfortable being so near. He couldn’t imagine that the happy couple would stay very happy if they found their private date was basically permanently photo-bombed by a guy chillin in the tree above them.
Virgil tried to shimmy his way across the branches, so he could try and jump down and land on the other side of the tree so he didn’t have to deal with the strange conversation of falling in the middle of someone’ picnic setup. What he didn’t count on however, was a branch catching on the pocket of his hoodie and effectively stopping him from making the trek to the next branch. In fact, being jerked back from crossing threw off his momentum enough that he couldn’t seem to right himself. He tried to regain his balance on another branch, but it cracked underneath his feet and suddenly he was falling.
Into waiting arms.
What the hell?
Virgil found himself staring straight up into the face of picnic guy. God the wannabe prince was even prettier up close. He had big amber eyes, a heart shaped face, high cheekbones, and a pointy chin. He truly looked as if he belonged in the clothes he wore.
“Are you alright?” The man voiced, but it was almost more rumble than true sound and Virgil wasn’t sure he could breathe.
“Um... uh...mhmm,” he squeaked out lamely, barely able to get even that much out as he found himself freezing in place.
Not that it was a bad place to be....
Virgil shook the thought out of his head. The guy was clearly preparing a date. He probably already had a soulmate and Virgil had someone he was waiting to meet soon.
Soon.
Too soon.
Oh god.
He couldn’t... he couldn’t... he couldn’t what?
He couldn’t do this.
He couldn’t breathe.
Fuck!
All thoughts seemed to be immediately wiped from his brain suddenly as the only thing he could focus on was the sound of his rapidly beating heart pounding in his ears. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t he couldn’t hecouldn’thecouldn’tcouldn’tcouldn’tcan’tcan’tcan’t-
“Shhhh... sh, sh, shhhh. It’s okay... everything is okay. You are safe. Whatever this is, whatever is scaring you so, I will protect you. You don’t have to be scared of anything. I promise. It’s okay. Yeah? How about we just breathe together for a little while okay? Can you do that?”
Virgil swallowed and managed to nod after wiping some tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie. He wasn’t really... okay yet, but he managed to wrangle back up some thoughts from their banishment. Mainly that he was making a fool of himself, but anything was better than the sheer, terrifying nothingness of shutdown.
“Do you have a name?” the (now also clearly deserving of the prince attire he wore) guy asked while setting him down gently at the base of the tree.
“Vir... um Virgil.”
“I’m Roman,” the prince said kindly and gave a reassuring squeeze to his bicep. It reminded him a little of Patton actually. “Would you like some sparkling cider Virgil?”
Roman held up the bottle that Virgil had previously thought to be wine, but he could see from his position it was alcohol-free. At least no random park rangers would try to arrest the guy. He deserved better than that, Virgil decided.
“Or I have some bottles of water-”
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Virgil exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.
“What? What is it, what’s wrong?!” Roman exclaimed, immediately taking a somewhat defensive position in front of him, like he was protecting him.
“I ruined your date! I should... I should go. I’m sorry I uh... god I am terrible at this. I’m sorry for everything.”
“Wait please!” Roman exclaimed, grabbing the cuff of his hoodie. The damn thing was going to be the death of him. Virgil swore he was gonna finally buy a new one when he made it home. “You don’t have to go.”
“But... your date,” Virgil said, gesturing lamely to the beautiful setup Roman had spent so long on.
Roman let go and pulled his arms in uncomfortably. “I uh... I don’t even know if they’re coming or not to tell you the truth.”
“Wait, you did all of this and didn’t even know if they’re coming? That’s so...”
“Stupid, I uh... I know,” Roman said, looking down at his feet.
“I was gonna say brave,” Virgil said and gave a reassuring smile when Roman’s gaze jumped back up to his. At least he wasn’t the only one uncomfortable today.
“Th-thank you,” Roman said, his voice contorting slightly. He sounded choked up. Virgil almost reached out to give him some kinda comfort, but stopped himself.
That would be weird right?
He didn’t like... know the guy.
Right.
“Would you... um would you please join me for a bit while I wait?” Roman asked, his fingers fumbling with the hem of his tunic.
“On one condition,” Virgil said.
“Anything,” Roman immediately breathed and Virgil could practically see the hope in his eyes, but he couldn’t fathom for the life of him why it was there.
“You gotta tell me the story behind the prince gear.”
Roman’s cheeks immediately flushed a bright red. “Oh... um... well...”
Virgil let himself plop to one side of the picnic blanket and Roman gracefully slid down to mirror his position, surprisingly still stammering.
“-you see uh... I’m an actor and I just came from um...playing...”
“Prince charming?” Virgil asked with a smirk.
Roman nodded shyly. “In Cinderella. I’m usually much better at this... at least on stage I am.”
“At what?”
“At... well... talking?” He said it as if it was a question. “And uh-” It was Roman’s turn to gesture lamely, both to the set up and to himself. Virgil could basically grasp the gist of what he was trying to say at least.
“I think you’re doing great,” Virgil said with a grin. This guy was absolutely precious. He was almost jealous of the prince’s oncoming date. If they didn’t show he’d sweep him away himself. Fuck the soulmate.
“I really appreciate that Virgil,” Roman said with a sincerity in his eyes that let Virgil half in love already.
Bad Virgil, bad. He has a date. You have a soulmate. Focus.
“Anytime,” Virgil muttered, and took a swig of the cider, almost wishing it were the wine he probably shouldn’t have in a public park.
Roman smiled and Virgil was trying to convince himself he wasn’t completely destroyed by that crooked grin. He looked... relieved by Virgil’s answer, certainly more comfortable. From there, the conversation seemed to flow rather easily. Roman spoke of the dinner theater he worked at, making decent pay, but he didn’t plan to be there forever. He spoke of his dreams, on the stage, on the big screen and Virgil could only nod along and admit it makes sense that someone as pretty as him would be in movies. Roman shut down for a minute at that particular comment, but only grew more enthusiastic. Virgil learned he had a brother who had several books out and that Roman wanted to catch up in prestigiousness . They were apparently twins after all and Roman refused to fall behind.
Virgil spoke of himself too. He told him about Patton and Logan, the perfect soulmates who had found each other so young. A couple truly destined to spend a lifetime together. He spoke of his friendship and how he came to be acquainted with the literal embodiments of suburbia. He talked about his job at the radio and even running his own show on the off times on nights and weekends. He told him that he would usually be there for a show at the moment, but his coworker was covering for him today. Roman spit out his drink, but looked immediately embarrassed for doing so.
“Sorry sorry! It’s just... you’re... you’re that Virgil?”
“You’ve tuned in I take it?”
“Only every night! What other station plays Disney music at two in the morning?!” Roman exclaimed and grasped Virgil’s hands in his excitement, but them seemed to remember himself and curbed it back, releasing his catch.
No... Virgil thought grumpily. I liked the excited boy. Bring him back.
“I uh... I like to listen to your show when I’m working on my own projects at home,” Roman admitted, twiddling with the hem again.
“Well, then I’m glad. If I can bring someone inspiration, then maybe I’ll just never move the show,” Virgil said only half joking. Being on in the morning was considered prime time and they always got the best commercial deals, but... but if he had a fan like this.... Well, he didn’t want to disappoint.
“You know Virgil... I almost didn’t come out here today. My brother kinda pushed me into it. He and his partner are formidable as a pair.”
“I can absolutely relate with that. Still, it’s a pity that your date’s been a no show. All of that hard work you and even your bro put into it...they don’t deserve you.”
“I uh... I don’t know about that.” Roman said, staring with that same hopeful expression and Virgil was ready to throw hands with whoever hurt this man by leaving him here alone.
“You think they’ll still show?”
“I uh... I was thinking... hoping that they were already here,” Roman admitted and pulled down his sleeve to a timer that was rapidly approaching zero. “I was hoping it was you.”
I was hoping it was you.
I was hoping it was you.
I was hoping it was you.
The words echoed through Virgil’s brain rapidly as he tried to process the meaning... the ulterior motive. He couldn’t find any. He pulled back his own sleeve. 5...4...3...2...1....
Oh.
A small beep sounded in his own head, it almost acted like an auditory arrow pointing, no pushing him in Roman’s direction. Suddenly they were close. Suddenly they were inches apart. Suddenly hands were on his hips and all he could see were beautiful amber eyes.
Suddenly lips were on his.
Just as he let out the first hints of a moan from the feeling of Roman’s lips, oh lord his soft lips, they were interrupted and rapidly pulled away from each other at the sound of a microphone adjusting.
“THIS ONE GOES OUT TO THE HAPPY COUPLE ON THE PICNIC BLANKET! NEWLY FOUND SOULMATES!”
How the fuck?!-
All of the residents of the park cheered and clapped while looking in their direction. Confetti came from... somewhere? Loud music started playing and only a few feet from them and Virgil was absolutely shooketh seeing the band he passed when he first came into the park
“I... I didn’t hire them I swear!” Roman exclaimed, throwing his hands up in bewilderment and confusion.
Virgil didn’t doubt it.
“That guy in the mariachi band over there that kinda looks like you wouldn’t happen to be your brother would it?”
“Ugh, god dammit Remus!” Roman said the name with more venom than the swear and pinched the bridge of his nose.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders
Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders
Additional Tags: Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Separation Anxiety, Misunderstandings, Sympathetic Sides (Sanders Sides), Non-Graphic Violence, Sides As Family (Sanders Sides), Conflict, Protective Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Angst, Hurt Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Hurt Morality | Patton Sanders, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Imagery, animalistic tendancies, Abandonment Issues, Self-Destruction, Self-Harm, all from Remus
Summary:
This wasn’t what Janus had wanted. To be fair, it was nothing like he had expected, either.
3k word fic below :)
Remus was not a dog, thank you very much. At the least, he was a snarling werewolf with a snout of a crocodile, bulging eyes, an appetite for carrion and a constant erection, because how much cooler did that sound?
So, no. No matter how he acted, or what the others teased him for, or what the internet labelled him as, he was not a dog.
(“Remus, I swear to god, if this stain on the carpet is from you—”)
Most of the time.
(“What are you chewing? No, stop that. Come back. Remus! Spit it out! Don’t eat it faster—”)
Kind of.
(“Remus, please, it’s three in the morning. Stop screaming and go to sleep.”)
Alright, listen. Remus had… some animalistic traits. Besides being par for the course as his position as a side hidden from Thomas, for the most part, he loved it. It was fun tearing through rooms, deformed jaws salivating, hackles raised, and hearing responding screams (accompanied by Dee’s tired sighs, because not much Remus did ever ruffled his scales).
For the parts that he could control, Remus loved how much of an animal he was. Sharp teeth made Patton shudder, and the tentacles that could shoot from his back were great for latching on and making sure his target couldn’t free themselves.
It was the stupid, grating feeling that came with comparing him to mutts. He didn’t care for the excitement or over-energy or desire to chew interesting looking things on the ground. It was the— the restlessness and the pining and the fear—
He. Hated. It.
Remus could do with drooling but drooling from the sheer overwhelming anxiety pissed off. The way the silver streak in his hair grew, eating up the brown in a minor and selected performance of stress-aging could go fuck itself. The pacing, and the urge to destroy anything in sight, and the instinct to make unnecessary noise weren’t uncommon behaviours for Remus. The depression and anxiety and the damned abandonment issues could leave him alone forever, thanks, just like everyone else he didn’t care about.
That was that problem. He did care. He cared so much he felt like his goddamn chest was being carved out and cracked open and exposed for burning ice and frigid coals to be shovelled in. Ironically, in theory, it sounded a lot more enjoyable than it really was.
It had been a long day. A long, slow, painful day. Initially, Remus had passed time through tearing up the couch — the entire couch — and eating the stuffing. Then he’d replaced the couch he’d just demolished with an albeit far soggier, more stained version that Janus would definitely have replaced when he returned — if he returned — no, shut up, shut up, he is coming back, he always comes back—
Next, Remus had rummaged through his room, then Janus’. After stealing one of Janus’ favourite, fluffiest blankets (knowing full well he’d get a mouthful for it later, if— when Janus found out) he had curled up on the kitchen floor, because it always smelt like Janus and food in there and it calmed Remus’ dramatic heart whining like a newborn lion cub calling for its mother right before a rival male bit into its neck.
That had not helped.
Staying still had allowed for his mind to race too much, bring up too many scenarios, convince himself that it had already been days when in reality it couldn’t have been more than an hour at most.
He hadn’t felt like eating anything, even after a few experimental minutes gnawing at a leg of the table.
Eventually, he had settled for pacing continuously around the hallways and rooms. He had half hoped that he would grow too tired to stay awake, or his legs would become an aching distraction.
When Remus checked the time, he realised with a horrified jolt that the clock on the wall was reading six o’clock. Dee would be back by now. Dee would be back by three. Dee should be home making dinner and throwing the leftovers to Remus and telling him not to eat the dirty bowls.
He was three hours late. He wasn't coming back.
Remus lost the energy that had been bustling in his bones all day. He sunk to the ground against the couch and chewed subconsciously on the end of the stolen blanket. It tasted better than Dee’s boring cooking, but it somehow didn’t help comfort him in the least.
He buried his face into the blanket, wishing the soft bristles were harsh and spiked enough to scratch and gouge his eyes to the point of blindness.
A curse that hadn’t been spoken by Remus made his head shoot upwards. Janus was standing in the middle of the room, rubbing tired-looking eyes. “Those morons don’t stop talking.”
He was caught off-guard when Remus leapt from his spot at the base of the couch across the room in one clean jump to latch onto his shoulders and swing his legs around his waist. Janus staggered, because he wasn’t short, but certainly slightly below average, and Remus was Thomas’ tallest side, and between how much he ate and fought monsters, he weighed a ton.
Janus cleared his throat pointedly. Remus didn’t so much as look at him.
“Remus,” he said. “I need to make dinner. That will be so incredibly easy with you behaving like this.”
Remus shook his head, his face rubbing back and forth against Janus’ chest. “Not hungry.”
Janus frowned. That was both a lie and completely true. Odd.
Nevertheless, he allowed Remus to act the way he wished and awkwardly went about fixing himself something to eat.
Janus didn’t expect repetitions of scenarios like being clung to by Remus. He figured it was a one-off — he had returned late, and Remus had been panicking. Janus seldom strayed from his plans. Coming back at six rather than three o’clock had not been his intention, and if not for the light sides and the way they seemed to be far too eager to discuss seemingly random matters with him, he would have been back much sooner.
In fact, that was what continued to happen. He didn’t allow himself to get distracted and left the mindscape strictly when he was supposed to in order to return on time.
For some reason, this didn’t seem to be helping.
At first, it wasn’t much. Remus being a bit more affectionate, a bit clingier. Janus had never minded much of Remus’ shenanigans, partially because Remus actually listened to him when he told him to do things. He didn’t ask much of Remus, and he dealt with his chaotic nature far better than anyone else ever had, so perhaps Remus felt like that was worthy of being listened to.
It didn’t mean he always listened. It certainly didn’t mean he always did as Janus asked.
“Remus, let go of me. I need to work” and “Remus, don’t chew on my cape, that’s my good one” and “Don’t you even think about tearing up my pillow while I’m gone” all came to mind.
Janus suppressed a sigh. He knew Remus sensed his frustration, because he tensed, but he didn’t stop trying to eat Janus’ shoe. He was getting slobber all over the carpet, and it was soaking into the bottom of Janus’ pant leg. It had been easy to ignore at first, but Remus hadn’t stopped, and it was beginning to grate on Janus’ nerves.
Now, it had reached the point where Janus couldn’t concentrate on the book he was reading, and it was thinning his strong patience. He pulled his legs in from where they were stretched out and interlocked at the ankles — or at least he tried to.
He didn’t count on Remus to grip his ankle tighter and growl possessively. As if it was his leg.
“Stop it,” Janus snapped, yanking his foot away. Remus bared his teeth, growling quietly to himself. Janus tucked his ankles in close and continued to try and read, though his mood was soured, and he still couldn’t concentrate.
It wasn’t the only time Remus’ behaviour had both caught Janus off guard and made him bitterly uncomfortable.
Once, he had scurried back from the Imagination, a goddamn hydra-chimera on his tail. It had gotten as far as pouncing on an unsuspecting Janus exiting the kitchen before Remus had torn it to shreds with his own teeth.
Usually, Janus paid no mind to Remus’ aggressively gory tendencies.
This time, lying vulnerable below a dying creature, being splattered with its blood and guts, was enough to unsettle him. Just a tad.
Another time, Remus had walked into the kitchen where Janus was trying to get a cup of coffee, had looked him dead in the eye, and sprayed him with a foul-smelling grey goop that had both stained Janus’ comfy clothes and stuck in his hair for days after.
Janus let it slide, though he wasn’t impressed. That turned out to be a mistake.
The next time Remus threw an unknown substance on him, it burned. It stung like acid, and at first Janus figured merely cleaning it off would clear it away but it didn’t, and it was slicing through his arm and a part of his cheek and his scales were screaming and melting off his face and at this point he had started to scream because goddamn it hurt, why was it hurting so much? And Remus wasn’t much help and even he didn’t know what to do or how to fix any of it and the pair of them were stuck with each other panicking.
In the end, Janus had locked himself in the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub, ignoring Remus’ plaintive pleas to be let in. Janus had figured if he were desperate enough, he'd simply break the door down, but he hadn’t.
The pain had faded, over time, leaving Janus exhausted, pale and shaking, saturated with bathwater and sweat and tears. When he’d emerged from the bathroom, Remus had been curled on the ground by the door. He’d tried to speak, but Janus had practically fled before he could. He had avoided Remus for days after that.
Janus, for as much as he shared the one brain cell with Logan, should have realised after that that something was going on. Something far more serious.
He didn’t.
Initially, Janus hadn’t seen a problem with bringing Remus into the conversation. Thomas knew his other creativity existed, and the other sides had already been subjected to Janus’ presence several times over. Really, he hadn’t thought that bringing Remus with him into the mindscape would be so bad.
He was rarely wrong.
This time he was so, so terribly wrong.
He had expected Remus to rise and take a swipe at an unsuspecting Roman.
He hadn’t counted on Roman noticing Patton and Virgil’s tensed reactions and ducking to avoid the morning star swinging over his head.
Janus had been too busy being amused. Being amused over Remus’ pouting, and mildly disgusted at Patton’s excited gushing over Roman’s evasive manoeuvre. He’d been too busy catching Virgil and Logan’s shared eyerolls.
But then Patton had clung to Roman’s arm, and Remus’ grip on his morning star had tightened. Logan and Virgil shared an exasperatedly fond eyeroll and Remus’ lip started to curl. And maybe Janus was smiling too much because that was the last thing he remembered happening before everything went horribly, horribly wrong.
Janus did not often consider himself to be particularly clueless or unresourceful. He could adapt and flex to situations, and bend scenarios to his advantage. It was part of the way he presented himself. There was truly little that could ever take him off guard. He had lived with Hissing Teenage Angst and Chaos Incarnate.
Remus suddenly lunging forward, a snarl on his face and bloodlust in his eyes shouldn’t have been one of them.
Remus connecting his weapon with Patton’s chest certainly was.
In reality, Janus wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. He remembered his feet being frozen to the ground. There was shouting, and blurs of colour.
The only moment Janus remembered in full before he caught up with everything was when Virgil, face pale and practically drowning in eyeshadow, looked up at him with wide, petrified eyes and screamed something. Janus hadn’t heard what he’d said, but it shook him enough to jolt into action.
Remus threw Roman into the television and launched for Logan.
The sound of Janus’ snapping fingers cut through the ruckus.
Remus froze, and when Janus waved his hand, he disappeared soundlessly, tucked into the quietest corner of the Subconsciousness. Janus hadn’t been quick enough, though, and the room was still but in no way silent.
Patton’s breaths were loud and harsh, and he was trembling in Virgil’s hold even as the anxious side murmured reassurances and tried to get his panicking friend to calm down. Logan, on the other hand, looked furious. If Janus weren’t so stuck in place, he was certain he’d be shrinking under the cold-eyed glare. He opened and closed his mouth.
“I didn’t—” Janus started.
“You’re leaving,” Logan said, and Janus’ voice left him.
“It wasn’t Janus though,” Patton protested with a small cough, and was then quietened by Virgil. “And— and I want Remus back.”
“You cannot be serious,” Roman hissed, only a little nastily. Janus could see the frantic fear in his gaze; he wasn’t being harsh on purpose. He never was.
“He’s obviously hurting,” Patton said, and Janus got a sudden surge of anger flooding the apathy; what could have possibly possessed Remus to attack the moral side? Patton winced and shifted, pulling away from where Virgil was experimentally poking at his side. “Blocking him out isn’t going to help.”
“That is a stupid idea.” Janus jerked and looked over at Logan, startled. The logical side had turned his furious gaze to the light sides curled on the ground. “You want the crazy maniac back in here? What, so he can attack Virgil next?”
The anxious side flinched, looking wildly uncomfortable. Patton frowned disapprovingly which Janus found hysterically amusing.
“We wouldn’t leave you alone,” Patton pointed out to Logan.
“I wouldn’t be so barbaric,” Logan snapped back.
“He’s rambunctious but not cruel,” interjected Janus, stepping forward. He met the logical side’s furious gaze steadily and coldly. “He is not your concern.”
“He just attacked Patton,” Logan said, close to seething. “That is concerning enough for me.”
“I will take care of it,” Janus assured. He nodded Logan to his friends. “You worry about your own family. Patton's ribs could be broken.”
Logan’s clenched fists shook, and he shoved unnecessarily roughly past Janus, but he did drop the conversation, instead now focusing on what he could fix. Janus just had to do the same thing.
With a deep breath like he was preparing to plunge into frigid ocean depths, he sunk to the Subconscious. Remus wasn’t in the living room. In fact, even more worryingly, there was no sign he had been there in the first place. That was… slightly disconcerting.
There was evidence of Remus’ presence, however, the nearer Janus got to his bedroom. Dents in the walls, pools of questionable substances that Janus dutifully avoided, an abandoned summoned fish flopping uselessly on the carpet. Janus gave that a wide berth, too, not entirely trusting it not to snap and grow an unhinged jaw in an attempt to swallow him whole.
He didn’t bother to call through Remus’ bedroom door. Chances where he would be refused entry or attacked once revealing his presence.
Though, he figured when he walked in and found the creative side, neither outcomes would have been incredibly likely.
Remus was curled into the smallest ball he could make himself, so much so that a few of his limbs looked bent and snapped awkwardly to fit himself as tight as possible. He looked paler than usual. Janus couldn’t see any familiar glints of Remus in his gaze. He swallowed the sick feeling rising in his throat.
“That was exciting,” he remarked, moving to shut the door and sit on the unmade bed. Remus didn’t respond. “Patton is alright, by the way. The others will probably fuss over him far too much.”
Remus made an odd keening noise, sounding like a mix between a beached whale and a dying dog. When Janus sidled a sidelong look in his direction, he could see the creative side blinking over at him, something unreadable and alien in his eyes. He didn’t look like he was contemplating more murder.
He looked petrified.
Janus regarded his gloved fingers. “So.” He leaned his elbows to his knees and looked darkly at Remus. His voice was just as dangerous. “What was that?”
Remus opened his mouth, looking to respond, and only make another peculiar whining noise. Janus narrowed his eyes and Remus snarled at himself.
“I don’t— It wasn't—” Remus growled and shook his whole body without moving from his ball. His hip clicked and popped, and Janus arched an eyebrow. “I don’t remember… doing anything. Until— until I was… Until you silenced me.”
Janus bit back the guilt that met that statement. It was necessary, he wanted to defend. You deserved it, he wanted to lie. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he admitted.
Remus scoffed, but he was nodding like that made perfect sense. “I wouldn’t either,” he confessed brokenly, and Janus had to blink a few times to see clearly.
“Anything on your mind?”
Remus grated his teeth together so hard one creaked under the pressure. “You leave,” he started, slowly, after a long pause. “You leave all the time. And… you come back, but not every time, and you always look like you like them more, and…”
“You were jealous,” Janus said, with a hint of disgust in his words. Remus hissed through his teeth, glaring at the ground. He looked frustrated, but at himself. He shook his head, but Janus didn’t think he was disagreeing.
“You can’t leave,” Remus said, looking up. One eye was bloodshot to the point that the tears on the right side of his face were red-tinged. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”
“That was years ago,” Janus said, and Remus made a noise like he was trying to gnaw on a chainsaw. He buried his face into his arms. The vertebrae running up his neck strained at the pressure and popped out of place. Janus stood and moved to crouch beside the creative side. He prompted Remus’ head to tilt up and fixed him with a softer but no less serious look. “And I will continue to stand by it, for however long it’s relevant.” Remus whined at him. Janus opened his arms. “Come here.”
When Remus fell into Janus’ arms, the embrace was accompanied by a wet-sounding squelch, and Janus’ left sleeve grew dark and heavy. He chose not to look at it. Remus’ body shifted in his arms, fixing and mending itself. Remus didn’t make any noise throughout the horrifically painful sounding process. Janus supposed he was used to it, and then felt further disgusted at that idea.
When Remus stilled, his breath warm against the scales of Janus’ neck, the deceitful side rubbed his back and leaned away in order to meet his gaze.
“Patton is okay,” he reaffirmed, and Remus seemed to be decently comforted now. “But really, let’s try and not make this a habit, hmm?” Remus nodded, pushing his face back into Janus’ shoulder.
The pair would sit there for a little while longer, quiet and peaceful, as odd as that would be for the embodiment of chaos. Then Janus would leave Remus to clean up his room and himself and return to the light sides. They would already be mostly recovered, even if Logan were still slightly pissy. Patton would ask for Remus, and the next day, Janus would lead the dark creative side back into the mindscape, even if he would sulk behind Janus’ back like a stray puppy.
Patton, limping only slightly, would brighten immediately and slide them warm mugs of coffee. Remus would gnaw on the mug handle, and Janus would coax Roman into casual banter. Logan would separate himself from the conversation with a newspaper, and Virgil would be quieter than usual… but it was better than what Janus would have expected.
Remus would be more softly spoken for a few more days after that, but then the pair would be invited to a few more movie nights, a few more dinners. Patton wouldn’t be uncomfortable around Remus, and Roman would begin asking for help in storytelling. Remus would ask Logan to infodump, and he and Virgil would share music tastes.
Then, a few months down the track, when Janus finds a green door appearing next to the red one upstairs, Janus wouldn’t call himself proud, because that was too dramatic, but… he was always a liar, anyway.
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A Place To Call Home (Fam ILY) Chapter 1
Read it on ao3 Rating: T Warnings: Age regression, implied abuse
Summary: Virgil is an age regressor. Patton, his best friend, is the only one that knows. Things change very quickly when Patton starts dating Logan, and Virgil slips hard.
Ever since he was a kid, Virgil knew he was different. He knew he thought things, felt things in a different way than other kids. He tried making friends, talking with people, but all his words came out jumbled and awkward. He tried being positive, but it was hard when all he seemed like to other people was a disappointment. His thoughts were like a tight ball of knots that could never be worked through. This always left him feeling isolated and alone, and his neglectful parents didn’t help.
Things started to change a little when he met a boy named Patton in high school. He was new to the small town, and picked an isolated corner in the cafeteria as his designated lunch/hiding spot.
That didn’t last long, as soon a short, chubby-cheeked boy with curly blonde hair, golden freckles, and the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen come up to him. “Hey there, you’re the new kid, right? I’m Patton, it’s nice to meet you!” He said with a smile, holding out his hand.
Virgil was taken aback. No one had ever come up to him like that before, especially of their own volition. He always seemed too bitter and angry to approach, and he honestly learned to like it that way.
“Virgil.” He said cautiously, taking Patton’s hand. Patton smiled even wider, and shook it gratefully. Virgil didn’t even know that that was possible.
“Hey, can I sit with you?” Patton asked, not even waiting for a response as he sat down next to him. Virgil shifted away slightly, out of habit, and Patton got the hint, not getting too close.
They sat in silence for a while, eating their lunch. Well, Virgil was in silence, Patton was rambling about a million different things at once.
Then the lunch bell rang, their signal to go back to class. Patton stood up first. “Well, I gotta go to my fourth period, math. But thanks for letting me sit with you!”
“Huh, I have math too.” Virgil noted quietly.
“Oh, that’s great! We have a class together! Here, let me walk with you!”
And by Virgil’s side Patton stayed, for the entirety of high school and beyond. It didn’t take long for them to become the best of friends. They could always count on each other for anything, whether that being keeping secrets or standing up for one another. They could finish each other’s sentences, and sometimes it felt like they could read each other’s mind.
Patton seemed like his exact opposite; cheerful and friendly, and always looking on the bright side. He was amazing with people, and somehow always knew how to make a new friend. He was caring and kind, and was always willing to lend a helping hand. Virgil figured that was why they got along so well, opposites attract.
There was something else in Virgil’s life that only Patton knew about. He was an age regressor, someone who adopted the mind of a child to help cope with stress, trauma, anxiety, and a multitude of other things. Trauma was his biggest reason, with help from his parents, and him.
He figured he had always done it, he just didn’t have a word for it until a little after high school, when he told Patton. Patton actually had heard about it before, since he was both a regressor and a caregiver himself. They did their research, and quickly decided that Patton would be his carer.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden…” Virgil mumbled.
“Don’t worry kiddo, you'll never be a burden to me. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” Patton reassured. Virgil needed a lot of that, since he wasn’t very used to healthy relationships.
It had been several years since then. They had grown up, gotten their own places, and started work. Virgil worked at the Hot Topic in the mall, and Patton worked at a local animal shelter down the street from his apartment. They considered moving in together, but Virgil figured he would appreciate the space of living alone more, and Patton understood.
It was late summer. They both had to work overtime, considering the onslaught of kids that would be coming to and from during their break.
Hey there kiddo, how’ve you been?
Virgil looked down at the text on his phone and smiled. They hadn’t been able to see each other very much recently, being so busy and all, so being reached out to by Patton felt nice.
been good, kinda wanna regress, but ive been too busy
Awe, I’m sorry about that kiddo! Are you free to come over? You can if you want!
sure, be there in a min
They’ve had this agreement since forever that whenever Virgil needed to regress he would always go to Patton. Virgil rarely regressed without him, only letting himself under dire circumstances. If Patton wasn’t able to be there, he would hold off and be big until he was.
He grabbed his backpack with his little gear in it and headed to the bus stop. He put his earbuds in and got lost in the sound of 2000s punk rock bands until he stopped by Patton’s apartment.
It didn’t take long for Patton to open the door. “Hey kiddo! Come on in!”
They hugged, and Virgil was rushed in, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw that there was another man in the room.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Virgil, this is Logan, my boyfriend!” Patton chuckled nervously, motioning to the stranger. He was tall and lanky, and his dark brown hair was cut short and slicked back. His striking dark eyes seemed to stare straight into Virgil’s core.
“Pleasure to meet you.” He said, holding out his hand. Both his words and his movements seemed almost robotic, emotionless.
“Virgil.” He took his hand cautiously, suspicion quickly rising.
Patton watched this exchange warily. “Uh, Logan, sweetie, why don’t you get us some snacks and drinks, yeah?”
Logan nodded his head. “I suppose some refreshments are in order.” He stated before going into the kitchen.
“Hey, what’s wrong hon?” Patton stepped toward Virgil.
“How long has this been going on? Why didn’t you tell me?” He hissed quietly, straining to keep his voice low.
“I don’t know, I’ve just been really busy, that’s all! And I know you’ve been busy too. Besides, we’ve only been going out for a couple of weeks-”
“A week and a half.” Logan corrected
“See! A week and a half, it hasn’t been that long!” Patton reassured, putting his hand on Virgil’s shoulder.
“Does he know?” He mumbled. Patton furrowed his brows. “Know about what?”
Virgil rolled his eyes, motioning to the backpack slung over his shoulder. Patton’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh! Well, I told him about myself as soon as we started dating.”
“Did you tell him about me?” He whimpered, anxiety only rising.
“No! Oh, no, of course not! I wouldn’t out you to anyone without your permission, you know that!” Patton said, squeezing his shoulder. Virgil huffed, crossing his arms.
“You know that you don’t have to talk about me behind my back, right?” Logan walked in with a tray, with a bowl of popcorn and three cups of soda on it, since Patton didn’t drink.
Virgil shuddered, looking away. He scrunched up, making himself look as small as possible. Patton smiled nervously. “Logan! I’m sorry, we were just clearing up some things, that’s all.”
Logan stared at both of them for a second, but shrugged and set the tray down on the coffee table, not caring enough to get into it.
“I should go.” Virgil murmured, quickly shuffling to the door. Patton stopped him. “You don’t have to! You can stay if you want.”
He shook his head. “It’s fine, I’ll leave you two alone.” He shoved past Patton and walked hurriedly down the stairs and toward the bus stop, trying hard to stop the tears pricking his eyes and the lump in his throat.
Patton sighed. “I should go after him.” He said, biting his lip.
“I don’t know, maybe he just needs some space.” Logan countered, picking up a book and flipping through to where he last left off.
“Yeah, maybe…”
“I have a feeling he doesn’t like me very much.” He stated after a moment of silence had passed between them.
“He doesn’t mean it like that!” Patton said, turning around. “He’s just, been through a lot, and doesn’t do well with people.”
“I can understand that.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “But it’d be best to give him his space. He can probably handle himself.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Patton smiled sadly, sitting next to him and digging into the popcorn, knowing deep down that that wasn’t true.
Virgil burst into his apartment, stomping to his room and slamming the door. He threw down his backpack in a huff, plopping down on the bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow he could find, squeezing it as tight as he could.
The thoughts started pouring in. This can’t be happening. He’s gonna leave. He found someone new and now he’s gonna leave me.
He dug his face into the pillow, tears staining the pillowcase. He looked at his backpack with disdain, knowing that he was gonna have to be all by himself.
He put the pillow down, and crawled over to his backpack. He opened it carefully, and pulled out a small beanie baby bat stuffie named Vlad. He held it tight, feeling himself getting smaller and smaller.
He took a deep breath and sighed, opening the small front pocket. He pulled out his single pacifier. It was lavender with black rhinestones on the guard, the words ‘baby bat’ on the handle. A little bat charm was the centerpiece. Patton decorated it himself.
That’s when Virgil broke down. He sobbed quietly, tears falling down his cheeks. He held onto Vlad like he was holding on for dear life. He started rocking back and forth, his breath getting shallower and shallower.
The walls started closing in around him. The shadows were towering over his small frame. His field of vision was darkening, and static started to fill his ears. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
Flashes of the past swirled in his mind. Parents, school, but most frighteningly, him.
God, why are you like this? Jesus, why do I even put up with you? You’re worthless, you know that? I shouldn’t even be here, I’d be a lot happier if I wasn’t.
Then he stopped himself, reminding himself that nothing would get solved this way. He took big gulps of breath, trying to remember those breathing exercises Patton had taught him. In for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four.
He did this several times. The static had gone away, and his vision was a lot clearer. But there was still this heavy, empty feeling in his chest, and the lump in his throat was still there.
He stood up shakily, grabbing his sippy cup from his backpack and going to fill it with milk. It was a bit bad, but he didn’t care at that point.
He shuffled back to his bedroom, grabbing Vlad and his pacifier, and climbed into bed, burying himself in a pile of blankets. He got out his phone and went to Spotify, putting on his special littlespace playlist. He let his eyes flutter close, trying his best to go to sleep.
It seemed like the minutes ticked by slower and slower. Every time he shut his eyes, they would just pop open again. He groaned, taking his pacifier out of his mouth and sitting back up. The thoughts were coming back again.
He tried, he really did. He tried to be big, he tried to take care of himself. But he just couldn’t do it. He needed someone there, someone to take care of him. Specifically, he needed Patton, he needed his Papa.
The tears started forming again, and this time he was slipping hard. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, tapping Patton’s name.
The phone seemed to ring forever, but he finally picked up. “Hey kiddo, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
“No.” Virgil sniffed, voice getting smaller. “Need you, miss you.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, I should’ve come with you.” Patton sighed, silently cursing himself. “How small are you love?”
“Dunno, baby I think.” Virgil was really slurring his words.
Patton let out a breath, biting his lip. “Alright little one, I’m coming as fast as I can. Can you hold out until I get there? For me?”
A few more tears slipped down Virgil’s cheeks. “Mhmm.”
“Thank you, baby bat. I'll be there as soon as I can, I promise.”
Patton hung up the phone. He grabbed his wallet and his keys, and headed for the door. “I should’ve gone with him.” He said, facing Logan, who was still sitting on the couch.
“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have kept you. I didn’t realize how bad it was.” He said, looking up from his book.
“Are you sure?” Patton stepped towards him. He stood up, towering over him. “I’m sure. Go, he obviously needs you.”
Patton smiled. “Thank you.” He said, kissing his boyfriend goodbye before heading out the door.
They lived relatively close to each other, and Patton was able to get to Virgil’s faster, since he had a car. He ran up and knocked on the door, before realizing it was unlocked. He opened it carefully.
“Virgil? Are you here?” He called out, looking around warily. He stepped in, listening to any sign of movement.
He soon heard sobbing coming from the bedroom. He rushed in as quietly as he could, finding that the huge pile of blankets on the bed was shaking.
“Hey there sweetie, can I come in?” He asked, stepping towards the bed. He slowly pulled back the covers, revealing Virgil’s wide, scared eyes.
“Oh, oh baby…” Patton cooed, gingerly touching Virgil’s hair. “Can I climb under there with you?”
Virgil hesitated, but nodded his head. Patton smiled, pulling back the covers and getting in, pulling them back over them.
He noticed that Virgil was biting his thumb out of habit. He looked around, finding his pacifier near the edge of the bed. “Here, can you put this in, please?”
Virgil whined, looking away. Patton sighed. “Can you do this for me? I just don’t want you biting your thumb and hurting yourself.”
Virgil huffed, begrudgingly taking his thumb out of his mouth. He opened wide, letting out a relieved sigh as Patton put his pacifier in.
“Thank you, sweet boy.” Patton smiled, holding him close. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
He burrowed his face in the crook of Patton’s neck. “Gonna leave.”
“What?” Patton asked, looking down at him.
“You’re gonna leave.” He sobbed. “You’re gonna leave just like DeeDee did. He’s gonna take you away from me.”
“Oh, oh honey, no no no. Look at me.” Patton gently held Virgil’s face in his hands, bringing their eyes to meet. “I would never abandon you like that, okay? Never, in my entire life. I’m here for you, always, and I’ll never let you go, okay?”
Virgil nodded, closing his eyes and touching his forehead with Patton’s.
“I, I like Logan, I do. But we’ve only been together for a short while, so we’re not really in the ‘I Love You’ stage yet. Besides, I could never love him as much as I love you.” Patton assured.
“Really?” Virgil asked, wide eyed.
“Really really. I pinkie promise.” Patton held out his pinkie for Virgil to take, which he did with a small smile.
Patton laughed. “Now, what do you wanna do? Do you wanna watch some TV, or?”
“Take a nap.” Virgil mumbled, eyes finally heavy enough to close.
“Alright kiddo, you take a nap. I’ll be right here with you.” Patton murmured, holding Virgil close and gently petting his hair.
Virgil hummed, snuggling up as close as he could. His breathing steadied, and he fell into a safe lull of listening to Patton’s heartbeat. His smell and his touch filled him with a cozy feeling of warmth. “Love you Papa.”
Patton smiled, heart melting. He knew he would stay with his baby boy for as long as he could, and he had a feeling he could do it forever. “Love you too, little one.”
#sanders sides#sanders sides agere#sanders sides age regression#age regression#ts agere#agere virgil#romantic agere#prinxiety#moxiety#analogical#logicality#royality#logince#lamp/calm#demus#agere roman#agere patton#agere remus#remus and deceit are only really background characters tho#sorry :/#ts romantic agere
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The warehouse part five
Part five Characters: Remus, Janus, Virgil, Roman. Words: 1337. Warnings: Remus pines, I project my feelings about the hound of the baskervilles onto Janus, metal detectors are abused, twins are hit in the head.
They ended up at a familiar cafe, the iron brew, a local owned shop which made heavenly hot chocolate and amazing paninis at lunch. They were playing Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy when the kids came in, and the barista regarded their small group with a small smile. “Hey guys, what can I get you?” They asked. Remus stayed at the counter to sort drinks, whilst the others sat at a small corner booth. “What’s the plan for when we get to the park?” Roman asked as they sat down. “We‘ll need to work out where in city park the thing is buried, which could take forever, so I’d say split into two teams of two and divide and conquer.” Virgil leaned back and in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “I’ll go with Rem,” Janus volunteered, almost immediately. “Ok, so I’ll go with Princey over here, and we’ll look through the west half of the park, you guys take east.” Remus had joined them at that point. “Ok over dramatic jasmine tea for the prince of drama, lemon tea for de-de, coffee as black as his bleeding soul for the emo, and I’ve got a hot chocolate” Roman glared at him at the other two exchanged grins. They sat in silence for a while, sipping their various drinks and eating the sandwiches until eventually the decision was made to leave, and they set off to face the daunting task of hunting through the park.
Remus smiled as he turned to Janus. “I have a few ideas about where it could be, so if we start at those and go from there..” Janus shrugged “Anything that works,” They walked in a comfortable silence for a while, Janus was studying the ground as if it could hold the secrets to the universe, whilst Remus found himself drawn to watching Janus, as the watery winter sunlight reflected off the deep black of his hair, revealing the streaks of brown which weaved through his hair, turning it the colour of dark chocolate. ‘Focus’ Remus told himself ‘we have to find this, it's important’
But this knowledge didn't seem to prevent his mind from wandering, his eyes from being drawn back to Janus as they worked, and Remus wished he’d gone with Roman instead, the only distraction would be how irritating his brother was, not how Janus looked when he was focusing. He looked… nice like that, the soft angles of his face seeming to sharpen to a fierce determination. It reminded Remus of when they’d been 10, and Janus had found a bunch of sherlock holmes books in the library. He’d read them all that month, taking the time to try to work out who the culprit was, who the famous detective would catch and solve the case, before the book got to the reveal. Remus had spent most of that week with him, offering advice that he and he alone thought was useful, until Janus had actually explained serial killers having an MO to him, something Remus had found fascinating, and he’d jumped into the mysteries at that point as well, fascinated by murders and thefts, deaths and disappearances, stalkers and letters. (When they’d watched bbc sherlock, Janus had devoted an hour to cursing about the hound of the baskervilles episode to anyone who’d listen).
This of course, simply drew his mind further into the tunnel of memories, which was why he thought it was fair that he didn’t immediately notice when Janus turned to him and asked if he could climb trees.
“Can I… what?” “Climb trees?” “Oh uh.. Yeah I, uh, I think I can yeah.” After that particularly inspiring display of eloquence, he turned to the tree in question, and grinned in quiet relief. It was, fortunately, small enough that the only thing he risked if he fell was a bruised ego, so after a few seconds of sizing it up, he began to climb. “What exactly am I looking for here?” Remus called down to where Janus was standing, watching him. “Literally anything,” Janus sighed, eyes half on something in the distance. “Whatcha looking at,” “I’m trying to see if I can spot any of the glyphs,” Remus shrugged and turned back to studying the tree for a while before shifting so that he was sitting on one the branches. “Don’t-” “Don’t what, Jan?” Remus asked, kicking his legs and smiling innocently. “Jump,” “I would never” Remus lied, already shifting to jump. “You’re lying” “Yup!” Remus cheered, dropping next to Janus with a grin. “I hate you,” “Sure ya do, lets go,” Janus groaned in thinly veiled irritation and moved on, eyes flicking back to the ground, though not before he shot Remus a small half smile and moved on.
They walked together in silence for a while, and Remus kept his eyes firmly on the ground, trying not to let his mind wander again as they moved through the trees. “This is ridiculous, maybe we should grab a metal detector,” he joked eventually. Janus’s head shot up, eyes fixed on Remus for a few seconds. “You're a genius Re,” “I’ve been saying that for years.” “I’m serious, I-” Janus let out a frustrated groan, as if to stop himself from saying more. “Don’t you have one?” Remus volunteered after a few seconds. “Yeah, but my house is pretty far away.” “ we could get a cab?” Janus shrugged “Sure, but we have to tell the other two first,” “I’ll text, you call a taxi,”
A few minutes later they were pulling up in front of Janus’s house, paying the taxi driver and sprinting up to Janus’s room. The various collection of random tools Janus had amassed over the years was in was corner, a telescope, a bug net from when they were seven (Remus had hit Roman with it), a pair of binoculars, a still in the box microscope from Janus’s birthday they hadn’t had a chance to use, and right at the top, the metal detector Janus had had since they were 12, lying atop the pile and flashing as Janus lifted it. The two exchanged nods and slipped out of the room, Janus shooting Remus a small grin as they did so. The park was still very crowded when they returned, and they had to push past a few people at the gates, eyes sweeping the grass with the metal detector. Remus knew from experience that there wasn’t much in the park to set off the detector, as the memory of their disappointing trip through when Janus had first got the thing was back at the front of his mind, but two places had set it off last time. They hadn’t had shovels then, of course, so they hadn’t touched either, a fact Remus had regretted until now. They made their way over to one such spot, and were just about to dig (While the detector beeped and flashed) when their phones buzzed.
Prince of drama: We found it. Emo nightmare: Damn things heavy too Prince of drama: Is it? Emo nightmare: you try lifting it.
Remus and Janus exchanged annoyed looks and switched off the metal detector.
Snake in my butt: where are you guys? Emo nightmare: piss bridge.
Piss bridge was the not so affectionate nickname given by most high schoolers to the series of arches etched into the wall off the western edge of the park, the ground under most of said arches was soft, and there was enough graffiti there that it was a pretty obvious place to hide the glyph and box, now that Remus thought about it.
The better twin: we’ll be over in a sec. “You called yourself ‘the better twin’ on your phone?” “I am cursed to speak only in truths, yes.” Janus snorted at that and grinned at Remus, leaning over to him and whispering “Race ya,” before sprinting off. Remus stared over at his best friend for a few seconds before breaking into a grin, taking off to catch up with Janus.
#planned demus#Demus#remus is pining#like a lot#ts roman#ts Remus#Ts Janus#Ts Virgil#planned prinxiety#background prinxiety#like very background#metal detectors#Roman got hit on the head as a child#literally
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French Kiss
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Not all romantic relationships are mutual, and some are background/past/future
Primary: Loceit, Dukeceit/Demus,
Background: Royalty (may be platonic)
Possible hints at other legal pairings
Summary/Excerpt:
A stilted string melody assaulted Janus’ ears before he’d even passed the guards and set a toe on the grand staircase. The twin princes' Versailles renovations included steep, rickety stairs leading to the vestibule, forcing unsteady guests to sweat and huff their way up. Then, trembling with anxiety and exertion from their climb, they were left on full display as they teetered down wide, curved steps with an uneven rise before reaching the red and green marble dance floor below.
Logan’s research had prepared him for the twin’s sadistic design and he walked with confidence. Resplendent in his ‘borrowed’ heavy silk brocade breeches and cloak, Janus was the picture of courtly elegance.
With a fanfare, gilded ceiling-high doors opened and the light of several dozen lanterns poured into the dark ballroom. Two figures of identical height and silhouette appeared, framed by the bright, flickering glow. Backlit, it was nearly impossible to distinguish between the two, only the slight twitchiness to one brother’s movements a clue that he might be the elder brother, the crown prince.
Their voices rang out in unrehearsed unison. “Isn’t this meant to be a celebration?” The court’s musicians took their cue and launched a raucous tune, guests moving to the music in ways certain to make Bishop Jeanne blush at Sunday’s confession.
The Princes had arrived.
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@edupunkn00b I live to write. Unfortunately I do not write to live, so my stories are fueled by caffeine, mania, and a completely normal level of emotional attachment to these characters.
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@8beez What is there not to love? Royalty, incredible outfits, so exciting!
@to-junipterandmars I'm Jun and if i see 'Royalty AU' I'm like a fly to honey
#thomas sanders big bang#thomas sanders sides big bang 2022#thomas sanders sides big bang#sanders sides#tssbb 2022#promo posts
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