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The Valentine's Surprise
It’s just a random day in February and Roman bursts through the door, bringing a blast of cold air from outside into Virgil’s room.
“We have a problem!”
“Hm,” Virgil replies without looking up from his book.
“It’s an emergency,” Roman says more emphatically.
Virgil lifts an eyebrow slightly. “Is the house on fire? Should I run for my life?”
“Much worse.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman unceremoniously flop down on the armchair next to him, burying his face in his arms.
“We have no date for Valentine’s Day,” he says in a tone of voice in which other people say, ‘I only have six months to live’. “Why do I think of this so late every year? Why? Why is Valentine’s Day always so sudden?”
Virgil smirks behind the pages. “Yes, it’s hard to believe that they put it so spontaneously and completely arbitrarily on February the 14th again. Is it no longer possible to rely on anything in life?”
Roman fishes for a pillow and throws it in Virgil’s direction. “Not funny, Mister Sarcasm!”
It becomes more than clear that Roman, with all his pre-Valentine’s heartbreak, isn’t going anywhere else. Virgil struggles with himself for a moment before finally putting the book aside and turning to Roman.
“Why are you bothering me with this anyway? Patton seems to me the right side to contact for your problem.”
Roman sighs deeply and tragically. “No, it has to be you,” he confesses and comes finally to the point. “You’re the one who can push this problem into focus.”
‘Ah’ thinks Virgil, only mildly surprised. No one ever comes to him for advice. Especially not Roman.
“Listen, Princey, weren’t we all agreeing on not psyching ourself out over some day and instead celebrating love in all its forms?”
He knew that the topic would come up again, no matter how well Roman coped with the whole thing on the outside. You don’t have to be a genius to realize that his thoughts still revolve around Nico Flores and the unclear relationship.
“Ugh.” Roman sighs again. “It’s just…,” he starts to explain and his voice sounds husky, as if he had a cold. “I’m Thomas’s romantic side and I should do something, right? Valentine’s Day makes me sentimental, and I want to throw around grand gestures, but… What’s the point of embracing love if you never get anything back?”
That was too much of an exaggeration, even by Roman’s standards. Virgil would like to make a sarcastic remark again, but he can’t. Not when Roman looks like that, so worked up and hurt. It always causes a strange tug in his chest that he can’t quite explain.
“Wow, that’s a gloomy way of seeing it.” Virgil swings his legs over the edge of the couch and stands up. “Come on, you stayed already for too long in my room. Breathe, okay?”
Roman allows Virgil to grab him by the arm and carefully escort him out of this dark corner of the mind.
“Better?”
“Better,” Roman agrees, but still sounding a little helpless.
It’s unbearable.
“Okay, you know what, let me show you something.”
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Almost energetically, Virgil manoeuvres them in the direction of the stairs. It’s kind of surprising how little defensive Roman is about all of it. Usually, he is protesting and whining a lot more. For now, he just raises his arms in a questioning manner.
“Virge, what-” he stops abruptly. Roman has the widened, panicked gaze of a deer on the highway that suddenly and abruptly finds itself in the middle of the headlights of an approaching truck.
“Oh my goodness! Are you kidding me?! What’s… Why…?”
Virgil bites his lower lip, amused. “My pet spider wanted a friend, and you’re always into battling monsters, so…”
“No, no, no… No!”
“Isn’t this what you wanted? Unconditional, requited love.”
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Roman looks at Virgil, then at the spider and his tiny self, and finally back to Virgil again.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Virgil crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs. To be honest, he’s just a little smug about it. You can’t choose where Cupid’s arrow will land.
“What can I say, you make my spider feel special and awesome.”
The corners of Roman’s mouth twitch. It looks like a smile he’s suppressing. “I will tolerate this nonsense,” he says benevolently. “But it’s not at all solving my problem.”
Virgil should walk away now, leaving Roman behind with nothing but his self-doubts and fears. That’s at least what the old anxiety would do. Damn it, he is not the one who is usually comforting people! But then again… it’s all about family, right? At least, that’s what Patton would say.
“I can’t believe that I have to point it out.” Virgil sighs and feels a little uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Love always comes around for us when we least expect it. You don’t have to force anything, Roman. Accept and acknowledge what you already have. There’s a lot of affection in different ways and forms around you. You’re just not seeing it clear.”
It’s strange to have said it out loud after it’s been rumbling in his stomach like an ulcer. Strange and relieving at the same time.
Virgil clears his throat. Anyway, it’s not that he meant anyone specific. What matters is, that Roman’s face suddenly lights up with a warm, knowing smile. It makes Virgil feel a whole lot better too.
"I knew I could count on you," says Roman softly, and no one is commenting it.
💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️
I hope you enjoyed the small (not beta-read) story. I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes my german brain wasn't seeing.
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"Look at you. You're gorgeous!"
Finally, I'm also contributing something to the new season. I really enjoyed the first episode, and especially this cute scene. Even though I had to laugh about Crowley’s ridiculous hairstyle and the fact that I already knew how hard it would be for me to draw it 😂
Uuh, I'm so curious about Crowley’s past by now that I can't wait for season 3 and (hopefully) a reveal there 💫
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Creating Grey, chapter 9
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Summary: Crowley barely manages to escape his destruction as he faces the next big hurdle. Aziraphale. It's finally time to sort things out with the angel. But as always, it is not so easy for the demon to talk about his feelings.
“Crowley?”
Crowley. That’s him. He is almost certain of that.
Not that he feels like anyone. He feels like a haze of nothing, fraying out into another plane of existence, swirling and weightless. Faintly, he realises that the voices want something from him. He just has no idea what.
After Crowley gains back his physical sensibility, he begins to feel more like a coherent corporeal unit again. Feeling, he quickly realises, is not necessarily a good thing. There is the familiar pain of a needle piercing through his skin. His arm feels numb and very cold at first and then very hot. After that comes the pain.
It is a shooting, sharp pain in the middle of his body that splits him like an axe and threatens to tear him apart. It’s like a flash of light, bright and metallic in its intensity, spreading through his veins. Suddenly, there are flustered voices around him. He can feel his body start twitching in spastic waves. Someone is screaming. Maybe that’s himself.
Someone pulls on his arm and a woman’s voice murmurs words in a language that makes no sense to him. Shortly after that he falls back into pleasant tender blackness.
Crowley has no idea how much time has passed before he finally opens his eyes. He blinks. A rustic-looking wooden ceiling slowly swims into his focus. Around him are the ruffled curtains of a canopy bed. It smells of herbs and incense sticks and sorcery.
Ah.
The witch’s cottage , he thinks languidly.
Maybe Crowley made a disapproving noise, or maybe he didn’t, but suddenly Aziraphale’s face floats into his field of vision. He looks crumpled and overtired, and as if he hadn’t shaved for weeks. There are dark circles under his eyes, which should actually be completely impossible, considering that he doesn’t need sleep.
“ Crowley! Oh, thank- thank God,” Aziraphale exhales audibly.
Crowley would be concerned by the tone of his voice, but he’s too busy staring at Aziraphale’s lower half of his face. The beard is tightly curled and thick as sheep wool with a golden white colour. A soft fluff, but totally rebellious in its own way. Crowley has never seen him like this before and his heart skips a beat. The angel is so staggeringly beautiful and oh, bollocks , why does this conventional full beard suit him so much?! Is that even allowed? That’s the last thing he bloody needed after his near death experience. He is actually wheezing a bit again.
📖 Read the chapter here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/116304952
A BIG thanks to everyone who follows this story even though I update it on such a non-regular basis. I have no excuse this time... just that I was very lazy in drawing a cover for this chapter.  Again, a huge thanks to @historyandqueershenanigans​  who helped me correcting the mistakes in this chapter month ago. And of course, a huge thanks to Allanei who was the reason why I was writing this story in the first place ;)
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Creating Grey, Chapter 8
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It’s over.
Aziraphale smiles at him, relieved, and Crowley feels a tension in his cheeks as well, slowly realising that he’s smiling like a besotted loon. His heart beats loudly like a pulsating bass that roars through his whole body, and suddenly he is very clear and aware, with every fibre of his body, how happy he is to have Aziraphale.
It causes a sharp tug in his heart area, as if something has reached into his chest and embraced his heart, and he wants to... he would love to... He wants to embrace the angel, explain everything. There are so many things that need to be fixed. There is so much he still wanted to say. Why he left ten years ago or why he kissed him. Oh yeah, especially that.
Crowley exhales, just not on guard for a single moment.
Then it happens.
Summary: We learn more about Damien’s past and how he ended up in a deal with Hastur. While Crowley’s and Aziraphale’s joy over their victory is short-lived.
Warning: This chapter contains abuse (physical, emotional), violence and blood
📖 Read the chapter here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/111401656
A big thanks to @historyandqueershenanigans​ who edited this chapter for me again. And as always thanks to  Allanei who keeps me motivated and helped me with realising my ideas for the cover picture.
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Creating Grey, Chapter 7
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Summary:   Damien still tries to find a way to create a hybrid. While he is experimenting on Remiel, he discovers that they have a lot in common, and they unintentionally get closer. But time runs out and Hastur becomes more and more impatient, while Crowley no longer expects to be saved by Aziraphale.
📖 Read the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/110733957
Thanks to all my readers who waited so patiently for this chapter to be uploaded. It was finished a while ago, but I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea to search for a new beta reader. A big thanks to @historyandqueershenanigans​ who offered their help so generously and edited this text for me.  Also a huge thanks to my love Allanei who always encourages me and helped me with the cover.
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Merry Christmas to all of you ❤️ 🎄🌈 May the holiday season bring happiness and joy to you and your families!
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Small request: Hey dears, I'm still looking for a beta reader who can proofread my GO fic 😇 Just basic edits such as typos, grammar things, unclear words... There's no rush in correcting, but I would be so happy to finally upload the last chapters 🙏 If someone is interested, let me know!
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Into the unknown
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“Ah, Halloween. It makes the heart happy.” Patton turns the lollipop in his mouth, savouring the sweet taste, before removing it with a popping sound. He smiles. “There’s something about it.”
“Oh, there’s many things about it.”
Leaves crackle as Janus saunters past him. As always, he is impeccably dressed, a long coat, hat and yellow gloves. He stares into the distance and Patton wonders what he is seeing there through the autumn mist.
“Yeah, I guess you’d like it.” Patton shoots a smirk at him. “Everyone all dressed up... disguised as someone else.”
Janus spins around, eyebrows contracted in honest disbelief. “How is it that we’ve had so many of these visits and you still know so little about me!”
“Uh... ‘cause you don’t tell me anything.” Patton shrugs, his chest feeling strangely tight.
“You’re right, I don’t.” Janus’s face is illegible, and full of so many changing emotions that Patton becomes dizzy as he tries to decipher them all. “No one is disguised here. It’s just a little... make-believe.”
Janus starts to stare into the distance again, into the unknown. Silently, Patton nods, somehow uncomfortable near a Janus who is suddenly tame and attentive, not sarcastic or sharp-tongued as usual. It is so incredible, so unfamiliar, so not Janus at all, that for seconds it feels as if reality has received a crack, like a broken mirror that can only depict a distorted picture of reality.
And as if that wasn’t unusual enough, Janus begins to sing. It’s soft and gentle and Patton feels (against his will) very receptive and exceedingly charmed by so much beauty.
‘It’s exactly that,’ thinks Patton stunned. It’s the soft and gentle underneath the impregnable fortress that makes it so hard to resist him. If Janus were just cold and insensitive through and through, how much easier it would make this whole situation.
But he is not. He’s just pretending. Make-believing...
Janus lies to the whole world, just as Patton does, because what is their silence, what is their not naming their feelings other than that? A huge lie that piles higher and higher the longer it remains unspoken.
“You know, maybe things are going to be okay,” Patton says in a voice filled with hope that is bubbling hot and consuming inside him. “Maybe they aren’t... just a fantasy.”
Janus turns to him and a single painfully convoluted emotion glides across his face. “Yes,” he says, sounding softer than usual. “Maybe.”
The loveliest lies of all.
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Oh my, this new video was so freaking cool! I loved everything about it 🍂🎃 the song, the setting, the clothes, the colours... and ofc this very adorable Janus and Patton content 💛💙 They were so soft, my heart! I just had to draw and write something about them 😊 And my apologies in advance about any mistakes in the text. English is not my mother tongue and I have no beta-reader atm.
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Creating Grey (Collaboration)
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The talented Allanei worked together with me on a picture for my fanfiction Creating Grey. I did the lineart and she did the beautiful colouring plus background. Please give her some adoration at her Instagram or Twitter account.
If you like to read my fanfiction, follow here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745?view_full_work=true
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"Virge, buddy, you have to try that! It's just as fun as you think!!"
"Psh, moron... you'll catch a cold!"
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Late as always, but I also wanted to contribute something to Roman's 80s outfit and Flashdance photoshoot. At first without Virgil, but then I saw the opportunity for a protective anxiety 💜❤
I'm proud of the soaky look here 😊 I had to teach myself how to draw drops and wet skin/hair/clothes. I think, it turned out quite good for the first time.
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"You still belong to our side."
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While watching some past videos I renewed my love for this very old but bittersweet headcanon where Janus is still not over it that Virgil just left the dark sides. And where he will force his return with everything that's necessary to do.
Who knows, maybe one day I will write something about it too.
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Creating Grey, Chapter 6
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Summary:  Crowley takes the opportunity to ask Remiel about Heaven’s plans, and learns incidentally something about Aziraphale. Meanwhile, Damien spends the whole night developing a spell to cage Remiel. When he finally has the opportunity to examine the essence of the angel, he makes an interesting discovery.
📖 Read the chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/97453779
Thanks to Dashicra ( @ineffableomenshusbands​ ) and Allanei who support this story and the idea behind it, no matter how crazy the plot and pairings get ;)
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Creating Grey, Chapter 5
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Summary:  Aziraphale is trapped inside the apartment and we finally get to know the person who captured Crowley. But who is this young lad who imitates the demon’s style? And what is his goal?
Sneak peek: Aziraphale doesn’t even know why he’s so surprised and horrified at once. He had expected that Crowley’s capturer could only be a demon, yes, and yet it makes so much more sense. The disguise, the stolen holy oil... of course! No demon could waltz that easily into churches, a human could. Suddenly, Aziraphale has a very dull feeling in his stomach.
“Evil never sleeps, huh? Judging by the dark shadows under your eyes, you should rest a bit, kiddo,” Crowley suggests, his voice layered with honey, stickily sweet like a fly-trap and equally perilous. “Or is it just eye-shadow? I don’t get your emo-style completely.”
Aziraphale winces inwardly by Crowley’s bold words, but he also realises that the demon is trying to buy him time. It’s a diversionary manoeuvre, extraordinarily foolish and reckless, a hundred percent Crowley style, to distract the human and give Aziraphale the chance to sneak outside the apartment. Oh yes, he should leave now, right? Thirteen energetic steps, and he’ll reach the door in a jiffy. Very well. He was leaving. Any second now.
He hesitates, though.
Crowley is captured by a human. A thin, breakable human . It would be easy for the Principality to overpower the young man, wouldn’t it? Force him with all his angelic powers to free the demon and end this ridiculous business immediately. It might be a little unpleasant for all of them, yet the only reasonable solution. Simply one problem thwarts the plan.
Aziraphale has never harmed a human being before.
📖 Read the whole chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/95118196
A very big THANKS for proofreading again goes to @ineffableomenshusbands​ who has the best beta reading style and puts two and two together perfectly, haha ;D
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Creating Grey, Chapter 4
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Summary:  Aziraphale has convinced the gullible Remiel to enter the apartment alone to get the chance to talk with Crowley privately. What he gets to see there is not at all what he expected, and brings him and everyone else in great danger.
Sneak peek:  At the time he enters the room with the big flat screen and opulent desk, Aziraphale is almost giving up on finding anyone, and then he sees it... or him, a person, actually, but alarmingly lifeless. For seconds Aziraphale forgets everything he’s supposed to do, he forgets the mission, his orders and the waiting Remiel, and he forgets the fact that he has just willingly gone to an apartment full of evil demonic energy. At this very moment he does not think, he does not feel, his fingers are numb and long for a miracle.
“Crowley!”
His own panicked shout echoes from the cold walls. Without any recollection of how he got there so fast, Aziraphale finds himself in front of the chair. For seconds, he just freezes in motion, because the first glance at the man horrors him, and he couldn’t even tell why. Ginger hair frames the pointy face, a mane just as curly and long as the first time they met, somehow familiar and yet so seemingly strange to Aziraphale.
“Crowley?” he asks again, more cautiously, hardly daring to believe it is really the demon in front of him. Strands of hair stick to his sweaty forehead, which Aziraphale removes carefully to get a better view. His face is pale, there are dark smudges under his eyes and his lower lip is blood-encrusted.
Aziraphale could see the pupils twitching uneasily behind the other man’s lids. He has got small rosy marks on his forehead and chest as if his skin was burned there. Though he cannot see any other signs of external injury, the man in front of him doesn’t look very healthy either. More specifically, apart from the twitching of his eyelids, he looks pretty dead.
📖 Read the whole chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/93297595
Author’s note: Thanks dear reader for still following the story! This is one of my favourite chapters so far, because yes I admit I'm one of these fangirls who is living for the hurt/comfort moments. I hope you will enjoy it too.  And also a huge thank you to @ineffableomenshusbands for beta-reading this a long time ago!
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Creating Grey, Chapter 3
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Summary: Gabriel informs Aziraphale that Crowley is back after 10 years, stealing holy oil in churches and spraying his initials all over the walls. The archangel is concerned that the demon wants to become an angel again or something even more to be worried about. He instructs Aziraphale to locate Crowley and find out his plans, because he owes this at least to Heaven after all what happened. However, Gabriel does not trust Aziraphale and therefore provides him with a supervisor. Who is this new angel? And can he help Aziraphale to find Crowley?
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❤ Thanks to all patient readers who waited for so long for the next chapter. And a huge thank you to @ineffableomenshusbands for beta-reading!
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Do this in your style
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To celebrate 1000 followers on my Instagram account I decided to do my very first DTIYS. Yeah! Thanks so much for all the follows, likes, comments and support, even here on my Tumblr 😍 I was thinking a lot about what the topic of the DTIYS should be. Since the Advent season just started, you all gonna draw ugly Christmas sweater 😂 Roman is delighted. Janus not so much. And yes, there's a Good Omen version of this too 😈 How it works: - Do this picture in your style! It can be digital or traditional art, cosplay or whatever suits you best. - Get creative and change the slogan on the sweater, use other colours or create a background. Any AU is fine, too. You can even change the characters, but it should still be recognisable. - Please tag me in the photo (on IG it’s: @ art.elliehase) and use the hashtag #elliehaseDTIYS1k - Deadline is the 31st of December. All entries will be shared on my IG story and saved in the dedicated highlight. In the end I’ll pick a random winner who receives an artwork drawn by me. I hope many of you will be inspired and participate! ❤ I’m looking forward to your art! Have fun!
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The Ward and the Wanderer
“What are you doing here?!”
“Uh, what are you doing here!?”
The intruder comes nearer, a young man with shiny hair and a beautiful face. Oddly enough, it causes Youngblood to search for poetry and poems to describe it.
“Sorry, I’m sorry! I came on a little short-”
“No, no it’s fine. It was me,” Youngblood apologizes, and doesn’t know exactly why. Usually he is cautious around strangers. “I just... I don’t do well with people invading my space.”
The other guy nods knowingly. Sun rays flicker through the treetops, leaving dots of light on his brown hair. It looks like a halo.
“You’re not from Reston, are you?”
Youngblood raises an eyebrow. “Is this an attempt to flirt or pure interest?”
“Hey! What? No! What? I didn’t want to... you know...this is a misunderstanding!” He couldn’t even protest as quickly as he got seemingly hot and cold at once. Quickly he clears his throat. “I was instructed to inspect a noise in the forest and you were lucky, because that tree I was hiding behind caught fire and uhm... so... yeah!” There’s an awkward pause. “So what’s your name?”
An amused smile twitches at the corners of Youngblood’s mouth. “Youngblood.”
“Exciting! My name is Roman. Roman of Reston.”
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“Oh, you’re the town patrol?” asks Youngblood with a sparkle in his eyes. If this guy is what I need to worry about, he thinks, I’ll be perfectly safe there.
“I am!” With his most charming smile, Roman casually builds up in front of him. The elf’s gaze wanders over his new acquaintance and briefly gets stuck on the too large sword. It is more than obvious that this clumsy guy is not able to wield the weapon properly.
“I defend the town. The people in Reston rely on me,” says Roman proudly, pointing with one finger at himself. “And I totally, totally know how to use this sword.”
“Okay.”
Youngblood tries to hide a grin. This is the most green person he could have met. He thinks, this will be the start of a wonderful friendship.
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Are we gonna do this or what?
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“What happened?”
Janus looks disparagingly at the ridiculous paper hat with the inscription ‘Dunce’. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, already knowing that he will not like the answer.
“Teach punished me for being a bad boy.”
Remus shows him a wide and reckless grin, looking actually proud of that incident. He probably is.
“So Logan gained the upper hand?” Janus asks just to be sure, teeth-gnashingly.
That didn’t go according to plan. He had sent the Duke for a reason. No one could create chaos better than him. The perfect trigger. Janus knows that, relied on it. But they failed. Again.
“We have lost a battle, not the war.” Remus shrugs his shoulders, carelessly, as if this all is not a great kick in the ass.
Janus stares at him and feels his left eyelid begin to twitch angrily. He hates it when everything goes wrong and there is no one to threaten, blackmail or blow up for it. He can’t cope with that.
“It’s not that bad, Jan,” he still insists. “I gave him a hard time, you know. Bear-trap, nails in his cornflakes, a zombie in the closet... I even sang pathetically.”
When Remus says such crazy things, they always sound like they actually make sense. It’s a talent.
“Common, let me show you.” He came closer, one hand already on his shoulder.
“Remus, buddy, yet is not the time for-”
Before Janus even starts to realize what’s happening, he finds himself on a stool with a butt rubbing his lap, dangerously close to his best piece.
“...”
Remus smirks, revealing a shark-like grin. He looks a bit sexy, but only a little, and Janus is too frustrated to acknowledge that. Hidden somewhere behind shapeless clothes and puffed sleeves from the designer hell, a ridiculous moustache and centimeter-thick makeup, Remus actually has a pretty face with finely cut features and puppy eyes. Rarely does anyone get to see that, because Remus doesn’t necessarily peddle it around.
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“What are you doing?” Janus hisses, sounding like a snake ready to bite.
Undeterred, Remus continues. “Giving you an example how I drove Logan crazy.”
Janus closes his eyes and exhales audibly.
“Don’t tell me...”
“Not exactly like this, but I think you get the point.” Remus turns his head in Janus’s direction and laughs. He can feel his breath gently vibrating on his scales. “And you’re hot when you’re angry.”
“No! I’m angry when I’m angry.”
That’s a lie. Or something in between.
Only Remus ever dares to call him ‘hot’ and means it, which is perhaps down to the fact that he has a twisted taste, anyway. What person with sanity and reason would find a snake face attractive?
“Get off my lap or I’ll kill you.”
“You don’t.”
“Want to bet?”
Needless to say, that Remus stays where he is. He even has the audacity to lean back and rest on Janus’s chest. This sneaky rat!
Sometimes Janus wishes that Remus wasn’t so indifferent to death threats.
“Fine,” he says and wraps his arms around him like a boa around its prey. Tight and deadly. But not as deadly to honestly harm him, though.
For a couple of seconds they remain in silence, marvellous silence, which is so damn atypical for Remus that it should worry Janus. It doesn’t, however. Janus can feel Remus’s chest gently moving with a regular breath. It’s soothing. Somehow the annoying bastard always manages to calm him down in a strange way. Janus should be concerned.
“He’s almost back, Jan. I could see the orange glim in his eyes,” Remus whispers, sounding more sincere than one would ever expect from him.
“Hm,” huffs Janus, vaguely, loosening his grip a bit. Excitement and fear suddenly fighting in his chest. Well, that’s what they hoped for. Right?
The orange side has always been somewhat uncontrollable, though. Not uncontrollable in a way like Virgil, who had unexpectedly abandoned Janus for becoming one of the good guys. Ugh.
Before Janus can think about how uncontrollable and impulsive Remus is, he already starts to bounce from one buttock to the other.
“What now?”
“I’m bored,” Remus complains.
Even though he could have freed himself from Janus’s grip long ago, he still sits on his lap, inexplicably. Well, Remus has a lot of little things about him that defy any explanation. That’s a given. On top of that, he is terribly annoying. But at least he would never betray Janus, never let him down.
“We should do something,” Remus adds impatiently.
What Janus likes about that addition is the small word ‘we’.
“You still have to demonstrate me how Logan lectured you.” Janus clears his throat. “Are we gonna do that or what?”
There's silence again. Then a strange mixture of an unreadable and mischievous grin slowly begins to spread on Remus’s face. “Okay.”
There is not much room in Janus’s life and in his thoughts. Not for other things except crazy plans and this web of deceit. Around Remus, however, there’s sometimes silence, elusive but undeniably marvellous.
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