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whyarewecalledtheshipname · 2 years

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Ima preface with a disclaimer that im not saying all these ideas are 100% organically produced by my brain and ofc is influenced by other peoples ideas/theories.

A lot of unedited rambling, and a lot of questions, about Trailer Sora not being Kingdom Hearts Sora:

Man what if that really /is/ yozora and he looks vaguely like sora bc, sora's in his heart?

But then what would cause him to begin looking more like riku than sora? People pointed out the brown roots, the merged outfit—

Like three basic options are 1) yozora originally looks like kh sora and something begins to make yozora look more like riku, and the yozora was saw in the remind secret ep is in that "half and half" transitional phase

Or 2) yozora originally does look like riku? And him losing his sora features bit by bit is what makes him look so "half and half" in the secret episode

Or 3) yozora looks like a complete different person and who know why tf he looks like either sora or riku

The problem with option 2 is that yozora tells us his current appearance (in the secret ep) "isnt what [he] really look[s] like". But if he originally did look identical to riku, his secret episode appearance wouldn't be too far from that.

So that could mean either, he looks nothing at all like sora OR riku (fucking, noctis-esque maybe? Lmao?)

Or he does look nearly exactly like riku originally, but his altered features (the discolored eyes, the discolored hair, and even the discolored outfit) are different enough /to yozora/ to warrant him pointing out that he looks different from that form. As in, maybe he doesn't look /completely/ different, but to yozora, it's different /enough/. 🤷🏽‍♀️

The idea of "Sora" from the trailers not actually being kh sora has about equal merit in my mind as the idea that Trailer Sora looks different as a design choice to illustrate a mismatched/confused identity, broken heart, missing/wrong memories, or ofc being in a different world (perhaps one where a version of him also exists?), etc.

Another thing that would be weird about Trailer Sora being Yozora— (and im not even gonna get into the potential different versions there could be of these same characters, eg. the verum rex game version, the secret episode version, the version Nameless Star refers to and seems to know the appearance of) —is their meeting in the secret episode. If yozora originally looks like sora, why wouldnt he react to kh sora's appearance nearly perfectly matching his own (if he did look like /sora/ at some point)?

Instead they focus on names. "I've heard of you." "Why are you using sora's name?"

Is it because yozora's universe deals with the identity stealing gigas'? And so perhaps in yozora's experience, appearances mean nothing? And it's all about the "heart" that resides in the body?

And where did he "hear of sora"? From strelitzia, if she was the one who told him to save sora (after going through some trials which could be what we see in the trailer, the way sora faced a darkside as his tutorial boss)? Is kh sora really a game character in yozora's universe/world, or in a world yozora has visited? From MoM or some other black coat? Idek

I've rambled before about sora in yozora's heart (theory credit to steamwhistler), and maybe this could be it?? Kinda? But i dont think they'd make a whole ass gameplay trailer for a character who a) isnt sora or b) isnt someone we would play as long term but maybe Trailer Sora is pulling a roxas who tf knows

There's also the Keyblade. If Trailer Sora wasn't actually sora, he /could/ still use the keyblade right? Intuitively too, im assuming, bc the true wielder of that weapon is /in/ his heart. But why would he use it first? And without question? Assuming that whole fight from the trailer is in fact his first fight. Would this yozora not have his own weapon yet? Or does it just come so naturally (again, bc sora would be in his heart) that he doesn't think about it? Could that be connected to how yozora has both a blade and a gun, like kh3 sora? Would sora being in his heart be how yozora's weapons came to be? Is the new keyblade chain function something yozora does/did with his own/previous tools/weapons?? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Then there's the secret episode. The location. It's assumed to be the final world, or a version of it. But yozora can manipulate its appearance. He makes it look like sora's heart station, he makes it look like the city, then it becomes a day version of the final world.

Basically, where the fuck /are/ they? Could it really be the final world, if a "regular" person has such control over it? If it's not the true final world, what is it? Yozora's heart? Hence why he can summon sora's heart station (if it truly was his heart station and not an illusion)? Could he have influence over it if that final world was somehow connected to him?

But if it /is/ a heart, /anyone's/ heart, why does it get pixelated and such? It could be that yozora is some kind of data person, like data riku, who's "datascape" (ig the data person equivalent of a heart) has somewhat similar aesthetics, especially in ReCoded hd. Or could it be because regardless of if yozora is a "real person" or not, he (and sora) may have been in a data world during the secret episode, and therefore making even a real heart perhaps take on "data esque" qualities?

Basically, Trailer Sora is huge, has light, pale hair (tho it does look hella dark when he's running down the street), has riku's hairstyle (it even curls up in some parts), has some weird mix of his own, yozora's, rikus, and his toybox clothes, regular shoes, and it's SUSSY

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lumienyx · 3 years

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I 100% want to know about both 'Hawke no' and the inquisitor hawke story because they both sound AMAZING

Yello there! answered about Hawke, No right here :3

And ahhhhh Reikah you asked about my favorite bb T_T Thank you so much💙💙💙 But can you forgive me if I ramble? Can you??? If not gosh just please ignore skhshsksk

The Inquisitor!Hawke fic is like years in the making... in my head lol. I’ve only recently started actually writing it now that I’ve got a passably decent writing style I’m satisfied with. It’s also a VERY self-indulgent fic, because:

1. FIRST AND FOREMOST I have yet to read an Inquisitor!Hawke/Anders AU where there’s copious amounts of porn interspersed with plot so I guess it’s up to ser thirsty ass over here to satisfy his own desires😔✊

2. I so would like to explore spirit lore & ancient elven lore and, uh, I do that a lot in this fic, which is why it gets downright... weird in places >.> Because I have yet to read a fic that goes with the theories I prefer soooo again it’s all up to me to write it, along with my own hcs thrown in XD To avoid spoilers, suffice it to say that Solas’ arc is pretty different in this story, and so is every spirit entity’s for that matter — from Justice to Cole and the Nightmare, and everyone in between👀

3. Speaking of spirit entities, Justice is rightfully one of the three main characters in this one. It starts off with established Justhanders (because I can😤) (and they are very much in love🥰❤️), and Justice gets roughly the same amount of POV as Anders and Hawke, which is something that, again, I find lacking in other stories >:c also re: porn I MEAN JUSTICE AND HAWKE’S ANCHOR I MEAN THE POSSIBILITIES I ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

4. Samson (Anders’ long-time friend in this and I won’t pretend this wasn’t @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom‘s influence) and Cullen are both in the Inquisition🙃 I considered switching their roles but couldn’t be bothered to develop Cullen as an antagonist. Considered ignoring his existence entirely or killing him off, but settled on exploring the hilarious shitfest of Cullen and Samson trying their best (or barely trying?) not to rip each other’s throats out while commanding the Inquisition’s forces😅 Their roles aren’t overlapping and there’s an in-story explanation of why they’re both there, but I’ll stop before I spoil.

Consequently, there’s Calpernia to deal with, but to further balance things out, I’ve gone and made the Cory much more of a threat in this story because the Clownypheus we get in Inquisition is just too much of a joke for me to bear😩 I mean fuck it. Give me danger. Give me High Stakes. Give me SACRIFICE AND DEAT—ooookay, maybe not death. Maybe🌚

5. RIP Hawke and Anders' anonymity very early in the story but for the little while they manage, their aliases are, respectively, Geralt of Rivain and Kyle Ren (short for Kyle Ferrenly) because the author is complete and utter dumbass ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sorry for rambling so much I’m just really excited about writing this but let’s face I'll prolly never finish it anyway ._. So if you are by any chance interested — have an excerpt (sorry it’s so unedited😥😥) from the beginning.

Scene from Chapter 1: Tragic Mark Upon Our Land

Hawke was dead.

No, Anders forcibly corrected his and Justice's shared thought. They couldn't afford such moments of weakness. Garrett wasn't dead. It couldn't be true.

Anders marched on, across the glaciers, through toppled trees and against the biting wind towards the little hints of civilization he could see among the mountains, the rocky landscape peppered with newfound rifts and rippling with demonic energy. The sky was torn apart, and he was too preoccupied to worry about the absolute disaster that this was as he normally would, because all that mattered was that—

Garrett was dead.

Anders shook his head, plowing through thick mounds of snow with an explosive burst of fire.

It couldn't be. His heart constricted in his chest. His stomach twisted in knots. Anders gritted his teeth, swiping away rapidly freezing tears and swallowing down the bile creeping up his throat, and walked on.

He drew strength from Justice, who brushed along his mind in comforting waves even as his very essence trembled with an echo of the fear that suffocated Anders' chest with an iron grip. Even so, he offered to take over. Anders refused. They could be spotted at any moment. Ambushed at any moment. Every piece of ice that broke under the weight of his foot could be a trap set by a mage, any particularly cold gush of wind the sign of a templar's aura nearby. They could not afford to be seen with Justice showing through. Anders was risking enough as it was, walking right into the Chantry's domain, like Hawke explicitly told him not to do, but now Hawke was fucking dead and—

It couldn't be.

Hawke wasn't dead and they needed to make sure of that, needed to feel Garrett's heart beat beneath his chest, to see the smile dancing on his lips, and so, with aching feet and an ever more aching heart, they trudged onwards.

Anders, the Grey Warden, possessed mage, the most wanted man in Thedas, wasn't the one supposed to outlive Hawke, whose only grave sin to date, really, was tying his life to Anders' in the first place.

Would this ever have happened if we'd never—

Justice, immortal as he was, would outlive both of them and that was a truth all three of them had to contend with...

We cannot allow him to die here—

...but not like this, never like this. It simply could not end this way. It wouldn't.

It was either a dream or a mistake.

An impossibility Anders and Justice wouldn't allow themselves to entertain in the slightest, because it was naught but farce.

Wasn't it?

Anders had to force himself to breathe at this point. Cold wind prickled in his lungs and yet the pain of it paled against the terror that flooded him whole.

Justice's power rushed through him again, muted and concealed but still invigorating, filling Anders' veins with the pure energy of the Fade that allowed him to take the next step. Then another. A jump down into a pile of snow, and yet another step, step, step, and there, finally, ramparts and makeshift ditches were visible ahead, placed along hastily trodden paths. The sound of distant voices reached Anders' ears even through the thrum of the staccato rhythm of his heart all but deafening him.

He tried to take deeper breaths. Only managed shallow near-sobs.

What if they couldn't find him? What if Garrett was—

It just couldn't be true. It couldn't, it couldn't, couldn't, could not. Justice had felt Hawke in the Fade, heard his cries for help, felt Hawke leave the realm, and they could only hope it was back to this world and not anywhere... beyond.

Anders bit back another wave of nausea.

Hawke wasn't dead.

He couldn't be dead.

Their love was waiting for them, in need of healing, maybe, wounded, probably, but alive. They needed to find him and they would, Maker damn the Conclave, the Chantry, and everything in between.

For now, they only found Varric.

sorry for making Anders suffer. Everything turns out fine! For the beginning at least... x)

#wip ask game #handers #justhanders #inquisitor hawke #dragon age #fic rambling #ser writes

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sociallyawkward--fics · 4 years

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Mistletoe Isn’t The Only Thing That Brought Them Together

So my brain wouldn’t let me work on the late IDGADAYR chapter until I wrote this makeout monstrosity, so here you go lol.

Also, I am more than aware that I am very bad at writing about kissing and making out so if y’all got any constructive criticism feel free to share it lol (keyword here being “constructive”)

(also @podcastsandcoffee I am tagging you because you had to listen to me ramble about this all morning for the three or so hours I spent writing this lol)

ALSO ALSO, this is 100% unedited, I just wanted to yeet it the second it was finished

Ship(s): Analogical

Warnings: Making out, lots of kissing, hickeys, sex-repulsed asexual characters making out(?)

(I’d say this fic is rated teen because there’s no actual smut, but like?? Let me know if it should be rated higher than teen lol?? I talked to some people and I don’t think it needs to be, but as a sex-repulsed asexual I don’t know where the NSFW line lies sometimes)

Word Count: 4240

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Summary: Virgil is wildly anxious about Patton's annual Christmas party after being told that he was planning to deck his whole apartment out in mistletoe. Not only has Virgil never kissed anyone before, but he's terrified that he's going to land under one of those infernal plants with his roommate and long-time crush, Logan. Logan, however, is equally anxious about going to the party with no kissing experience either and thinks he has a rather solid plan to help them both. Why not try practicing a bit before they had to do the real deal?

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The clacking of Logan’s keyboard was the only sound throughout the room, making it seem much louder than it was. Virgil bit at his lip as he watched the tense lines of Logan’s back, wiggling his fingers anxiously so that he wouldn’t feel the urge to start tapping at something and make noise.

This was all Patton’s fault.

Well, Virgil was honestly pretty sure that Roman had helped. Patton wasn’t devious enough to come up with such a plan on his own. Unless he somehow had completely innocent motives and the outcomes his plan was having were completely unexpected.

“Virgil?” Logan asked, making him jump and look back up at Logan, who had turned to face him. “I can feel your anxiety from the other side of the room.”

Virgil ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, L. Didn’t mean to distract you, it’s nothing.”

Logan stood from his desk chair and crossed the dorm, joining Virgil on his bed. “It’s never nothing, Virge. What’s bothering you?”

“I--I mean it’s--” Virgil stuttered through a few different ways of trying to start his sentence, trying to find one that he was sure wouldn’t somehow give away his crush on his roommate. “It’s just the party, it’s no big deal.”

Logan cocked his head to the side. “Patton’s party? It’s really more of a small get-together than anything, just our friend group. If you get too anxious, we can leave whenever--”

Virgil tried not to focus on the use of “we” and waved his hand through the air to stop Logan. “It’s not the people, I’m actually excited to get us all in one place, we’ve all been so busy lately. It’s just… Patton said his apartment would be completely decked out. In mistletoe.”

Virgil opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to best continue, trying to fight past the anxiety that was choking him and trying to steal away his voice. Logan waited patiently for him to finish, laying a hand on his knee in support. All it did was make Virgil’s heart beat faster, but the attempt was still appreciated.

“I’ve, um, never kissed anyone before,” Virgil said, deciding part of the truth was good enough. “And I don’t want to be… bad at it.”

I’m terrified I’d have to kiss you in front of all of them and you’ll discover my feelings and run away, Virgil didn’t say.

Logan adjusted his position on the bed until they were mirroring each other, facing each other while sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce, knees just barely touching. “Maybe we can help each other, then.”

It was Virgil’s turn to cock his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Logan’s cheeks went a little pink, barely noticeable, but Virgil always noticed everything about him. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he picked up from Virgil. “I admit, I have never kissed anyone either. It seems like neither of us knows how and neither of us wants to make a fool of himself. We could… practice? We have a few hours still until the party.”

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat and he felt his face go warm. He didn’t want to take advantage of Logan, but… It was just two dudes being bros, nothing romantic about it. As long as Virgil didn’t make it weird, everything would be fine. It would prepare him to kiss at the party and prepare him for what kissing Logan was like so he wouldn’t expose his crush to everyone there.

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, a lot of things, according to the anxious thoughts screaming at the back of Virgil’s brain, but he ignored them, taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” he said.

Logan nodded. “Okay.”

The two of them lapsed into silence for a few moments, just staring at each other. Virgil was the first to break, slapping a hand over his mouth as giggles started pouring out. Logan broke almost immediately after, covering half his face with his hand and laughing lightly.

“Okay,” Virgil said, getting a hold on his laughter. “How do we start this?”

Logan took a deep breath and cleared his throat, schooling his expression back into something neutral, though a smile still tugged at the edges of his lips. “I guess we just… lean in? Try to replicate what we’ve seen in various forms of media?”

Virgil nodded and took a deep breath, slowly leaning in. Logan followed suit, tilting his head to one side. Virgil took the hint and tilted his head the other way so their noses wouldn’t bump. They met for a quick, awkward peck in the middle before pulling back. They stared at each other for a few moments before breaking down into giggles again.

“That was… not good,” Virgil said through his laughter.

Logan shook his head, grin wide and slightly embarrassed. “It really wasn’t.”

“I can’t believe both of our first kisses were so bad.”

Logan laughed again, throwing his head back. It was obvious that the nerves and awkwardness of the situation was getting to both of them. They usually weren’t nearly so giggly.

“Okay,” Logan said, trying to compose himself again. “Would you like to try that again?”

Virgil pressed his lips together to try and swallow the remainder of his laughter and nodded, scooting forward a little. “Maybe we should try more touching? I mean, in the movies they’re always holding hands or cupping faces or, like, combing through each other’s hair, right?”

Logan nodded, reaching for one of Virgil’s hands. “That is true, let’s try it again.”

They intwined their fingers with one hand. Virgil’s other hand went to Logan’s jawbone, while Logan’s free hand slid into Virgil’s hair as they leaned in close again.

This kiss lasted a little longer, felt a little more natural. It still wasn’t more than a still press of the lips, barely any pressure coming from either side, but it felt way better than the last. It made Virgil’s stomach flutter with butterflies, just like he’d always read about. He could feel his cheeks flushing again and hoped Logan couldn’t feel the heat radiating so near his face.

After a few seconds, they pulled back, dropping their hands from each other’s heads but keeping their fingers laced together.

“That was… better,” Virgil said, still trying to get his heart back under control.

Logan nodded, clearing his throat. “It was. We should still probably keep going, though. I mean, practice makes perfect, right?”

Virgil nodded far too eagerly. “Oh yeah, definitely.”

They leaned in much faster this time. Virgil shifted out of his sitting position so he could scoot closer and Logan followed suit, bending their legs off to the side and leaning in until their torsos were inches apart. This time, Virgil’s hand wound its way into Logan’s hair and Logan’s hand rested on Virgil’s waist. The grip turned more firm as their lips met and in Virgil’s surprise, he curled his fingers into Logan’s hair, tugging it a little. Logan made a surprised little questioning sound, but didn’t pull back to tell him to stop, so Virgil left his hand as it was.

The kiss was firmer this time. Virgil was never sure what all those romance fanfictions meant when they said “they moved their lips against each other’s,” but he decided to give it a try, doing whatever felt natural in the moment. After a moment, Logan copied his movements. It felt… really nice, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

This kiss lasted much longer than the past two. When they finally pulled back, Virgil’s eyes fluttered open and he watched Logan’s do the same. They stared at each other for just a moment before leaning back in, eyes fluttering shut once more.

Logan put more pressure into the kiss this time, making Virgil have to lean back a little just to keep his balance. Out of instinct, his hand unlaced with Logan’s and traveled up his arm to wrap around his back and pull him closer, pressing their torsos tightly together.

Virgil sucked in a breath through his nose when Logan’s lips started moving in a different way, more-open mouthed, but it felt really nice so he tried to mimic it. It took a few moments of mimicking for Virgil to place the action. It was how actors moved their lips when kissing on screen. With that in mind, he did his best to mimic what he always saw, and based on Logan;s reaction, he was suddenly doing much better at it.

The hand on Virgil’s waist moved around to his back. It helped keep him steady as Logan began pushing more and more, making Virgil have to keep bending backwards. Virgil went along with it willingly, letting Logan help lower his back to the bed so his head landed on the pillow. He brought his legs up to stretch across the bed and felt Logan plant his on either side of Virgil, hovering over him.

Virgil slid his hands across Logan’s body and down his neck to wrap his arms around Logan’s neck. Logan’s own hands were constantly moving, rubbing up and down his side, sliding from his jawline and into his hair before reversing and repeating the process. Virgil could feel himself getting lightheaded, but not from the lack of oxygen.

He pulled back just enough to get a breath and test out his next move, one he’d also read about in fanfictions. He gently drew Logan’s lip between his teeth, sucking on it a little. Logan made a little whimpering sound in the back of his throat, seemingly completely involuntary based on the blush Virgil immediately felt radiating from his face. When he went back to kissing Logan, he couldn’t help the smirk he pressed against his lips.

Logan made a challenging sound at that, moving away from Virgil’s lips. Virgil barely bit back his noise of protest, already knowing the game they were about to start and not wanting to lose.

He expected Logan to move back down to his lips quickly, maybe trying out a few new things of his own to get Virgil to make some sort of sound. To Virgil’s shock (and almost loss of the challenge), Logan began kissing down his jawline down to his neck. Virgil’s eyes shot open in surprise before fluttering shut again, barely holding back a hum of approval.

Not getting the reaction he wanted, Logan switched to open-mouthed kisses. His breath was hot on Virgil’s neck, his lips warm and smooth. Virgil was sure if his heart would beat any faster it would explode, if the butterflies in his stomach were any more fluttery he’d just float away. He was barely holding back all the pleased noises that wanted to escape from his throat. He moved his hands up to clutch at Logan’s hair for balance.

Logan made an aborted noise deep in his throat and then growled. Virgil barely had time to grin before he was letting out a gasp and a broken whimper as Logan started biting and sucking on a spot low on his neck near his collarbone. Logan made a noise of triumph, sitting up just enough to grin at Virgil and give him a wink, before going back to working that one spot over. Virgil could feel his smirk against his skin as he finally moved on.

That would probably make one hell of a hickey.

Logan kissed up his neck, this time moving over to the side so he could move to kiss around Virgil’s ear. Virgil’s eyes shot open and he squealed at the feeling of Logan’s breath and lips around the sensitive part before he started giggling again.

Logan sat up and laughed. “You have ticklish ears? How did I not know this? That’s undeniably adorable.”

Logan leaned down to blow a ticklish stream of air against the ear he tormented before kissing across Virgil’s neck and jaw to reach the other and give it the same treatment. Virgil clutched at Logan’s shoulders as he giggled and squirmed. The ticklish feeling was unbearable, but the kissing itself felt really nice. He was torn between letting it continue and wanting to push Logan away more than anything.

Luckily, Logan seemed to get the hint and pulled away, smirking down at Virgil victoriously. This time, Virgil growled in challenge, quickly flipping them so that Logan was the one pinned under him. Logan stared up at him with wide eyes and Virgil smirked, immediately leaning back down to capture his lips.

Logan seemed to be trying to hold back his sounds again as Virgil nipped and sucked at his lips, pressing heavy open-mouthed kisses to them. His arms wrapped tightly around Virgil’s neck, toying with the hair at his nape and making Virgil shiver. Virgil’s own hands slid up and down Logan’s body, one eventually landing to grip his hip and the other moving up to tangle in Logan’s hair once more.

Virgil decided to try something new, too, and also kissed his way down Logan’s jaw to his neck. He found a ticklish spot on Logan just under his jaw and decided to leave his own hickey there, biting and sucking and licking at the skin to try and make it extra dark so it would be hard to hide.

Logan cleary couldn’t help the little gasps and noises of pleasure he was making in between his giggles. Virgil eventually granted him mercy, kissing around his neck a little longer (and leaving a second hickey down near his collarbone that made Logan start tugging at his hair) before making his way back up to Logan’s lips with a smirk.

Logan must have decided he was being much too smug, because he immediately flipped them back over. Virgil, despite being stronger and probably being able to resist it, let Logan do as he pleased, sitting on top of Virgil once he got them flipped.

He started implementing the lip biting and sucking at Virgil had been doing to him and Virgil couldn’t help the noises that came out as a result. After a few more minutes of their lips being locked, a thought occurred to Virgil that made him feel like he was thrown in a pool of ice. He pushed gently against Logan’s shoulder until Logan reluctantly pulled back.

Virgil almost lost his train of thought just looking at Logan.

His hair was a mess from Virgil’s hands, his tie loose and polo shirt unbuttoned as far as it would go so that Virgil could have access to his neck. His lips were swollen, and the sight of them just made Virgil want to kiss him more. Virgil’s dark lipstick was smeared all over his neck, jawline, and lips, and the hickeys were just as dark as he hoped they would be.

It took a few moments for Virgil to find his voice after that, and when it finally worked he was shocked at how wrecked it sounded. “We aren’t… practicing anymore, right?” He asked hesitantly, in the smallest voice possible.

Logan leaned down and gave him a soft, chaste peck on the lips before sitting back up to give him the most fond look Virgil had ever received. “I think we stopped practicing a long time ago.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Virgil sighed, tugging Logan back down and wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck, tugging at the short hairs at his nape.

Logan huffed a small laugh against Virgil’s lips before capturing them once more. Virgil’s toes curled and he felt like he was flying. The kissing felt amazing before, but now that Virgil knew they were on the same page, that Logan liked him back, everything felt a million times better.

It only took a few more minutes of making out before another anxious thought caused Virgil to stop it again. “You aren’t-- I mean like, you--this--” Virgil struggled to find the best way to word what he was trying to say. “This isn’t like… doing anything for you, is it?”

Logan stared at him like he’d grown two heads. “Virgil, you dumbass. We’re both sex-repulsed asexuals. It’s not doing anything for either of us. It’s just fun and it feels good.”

Virgil relaxed again and smiled. “Okay.”

Logan leaned back down and had just barely connected their lips again when Virgil got another thought, pushing at Logan again.

Logan laughed a little, shaking his head. “Do you wanna talk or make out? I’m getting mixed signals, here.”

Virgil let out a little nervous laugh. “Definitely would rather be making out, but I gotta know: Are we dating now?”

Logan gave him a teasing smirk and leaned down until their noses were touching. “I’m not sure. Maybe you should ask me.”

Virgil grinned and his stomach fluttered. “Logan Berry, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Logan gave a fake gasp that made Virgil giggle. “Why, Virgil Storm, are you asking me to go steady with you?”

Virgil’s grin widened and he flipped them so he was on top again. “I do believe I am.”

Logan let out another small laugh. “Then I believe my answer is a resounding yes.”

“Good.”

Virgil leaned back in and started kissing Logan again, starting off slow and light, barely anything more than little pecks, to tease him until Logan growled and flipped them yet again and started devouring Virgil’s lips. Virgil didn’t even bother holding back the noises his body wanted to make, simply moving his hands across Logan’s body and letting him do as he pleased.

At some point, Logan moved back down to his neck and gave him another hickey, probably to get revenge and make them even since Virgil had given him two, but then he kept going. As he was working on his fourth, Virgil laughed and tried to force out some words through the daze Logan had drawn him into.

“Come on, L, I don’t have this much makeup, I can’t cover all of these.”

“Good,” Logan hummed, nosing along his jaw, letting his hot breath puff against Virgil’s neck and make him shiver. “Maybe I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“That is unfairly attractive,” Virgil lamented, pulling Logan up to his mouth when he started pressing kisses to the same spot over and over like he was about to leave another hickey.

Virgil wasn’t sure how much longer they made out for before Logan’s phone started blaring on the other side of the room.

“You should get that,” Virgil mumbled between kisses, still holding Logan close and not letting go.

Logan hummed against his lips. “Just an alarm.”

“For what?” Virgil asked, pressing a few kisses down Logan’s neck to hear him sigh before moving back to his lips.

“For when we have to leave for the party,” Logan said distractedly, deepening the kiss immediately after.

Then they both froze, pulling back and looking at each other in horror. They weren’t dressed for the party, Virgil’s makeup was smeared all over Logan’s face, their hair was a mess, and they had to leave for the party right then.

They launched off Virgil’s bed, Logan moving to scrub the makeup off his neck and face with the makeup wipes on Virgil’s dresser while Virgil picked out both their outfits as quickly as he could. They switched places and Logan got dressed as Virgil wiped his face clean of makeup.

“Guess we’ll just have to be fashionably late,” Virgil said as he started his makeup over again, seeing Logan walking up behind him in the mirror. He hummed. “I’ve got a good eye, you look gorgeous in those jeans.”

Logan rolled his eyes but the blush that had faded since they stopped kissing flared up again. “Shut up,” he grumbled.

“Make me,” Virgil teased with a grin, eyes dancing with mirth as he met Logan’s in the mirror.

Logan moved up even closer behind him and wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, tugging him close. He started pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of Virgil’s neck and Virgil shivered, closing his eyes with a sigh.

“If you give me another hickey, I swear,” he grumbled.

Logan laughed against the skin. “I won’t I promise.”

After a few more minutes, Virgil tried to pull away. “Come on, let go,” he said, though his body wanted nothing more than to melt back into Logan and start making out again. “I gotta finish my makeup so I can cover your hickeys.”

“Let’s just not go,” Logan said before gently scraping his teeth against the knob of Virgil’s spine.

Virgil darted out of his arms. “You said no more hickeys!”

Logan wrapped him in his arms again, but didn’t start kissing again. “Not my fault you’re the most beautiful man in the world.”

Virgil blushed, his ears going red. He didn’t reply, he simply went back to finishing his makeup as quickly as he could. The moment he was done, he did a quick job of covering up Logan’s hickey’s with some powder and concealer before darting across the room to get dressed himself.

They rushed outside and and off campus as quickly as they could, more grateful than ever that Patton’s apartment was so close to the university. They ran up the stairs, figuring it was faster than the elevator, and were both wildly out of breath by the time they got to the fourth floor.

They rushed down the hall and into Patton’s apartment, thankful for his open door policy meaning they didn’t have to knock and bring even more attention to them being late. Making eye contact, they somehow silently decided to not walk next to each other and avoid the mistletoe as much as possible. Virgil didn’t want to get lost in Logan again in front of everyone.

Trying not to bring attention to themselves was futile, however. Everyone was gathered in Patton’s living room, all trying to fit on his single couch. Remy, Roman, Thomas, and Joan were all holding Wii controllers, and Virgil could hear the unmistakable sounds of Mario Kart coming from the TV. They all turned to look at him and Logan when they came in.

“Sorry we’re late,” Virgil said breathlessly, still winded from running up the stairs. “We got caught up.”

“I’ll say,” muttered Roman teasingly, eyes wandering over the two of them.

Virgil gave him an odd look and cocked his head to the side.

“What do you mean by that?” Logan asked as he hung up his winter coat by the door and took Virgil’s to do the same.

“Didn’t quite have enough time to let that makeup set, did you?” Roman asked.

Both of their eyes went wide and Virgil quickly turned to Logan, looking down at his neck. While the makeup hid most of it, some of it had come off in their mad sprint to get to Patton’s. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue, but Virgil suddenly regretting wanting to make the hickeys as dark as possible in the heat of the moment, because now the bruises were just barely visible under the layer of coverup.

“Um,” Virgil said eloquently. He felt himself go bright red, his face and ears getting incredibly warm, and watched Logan do the same.

“Oooh, you get it, gurl!” Remy hollered, only embarrassing Virgil and Logan further. It only made Virgil feel a little better when Emile swatted at Remy’s arm and told him to be nice.

“Even better, kiddos,” Patton said slyly. “Look up.” And Virgil decided that maybe Patton was devious enough to come up with the mistletoe plan all on his own (he was the only one Virgil had told about his crush, after all. Virgil was just glad they got the awkward part out of the way before they had to kiss in front of all their friends).

Dreading what he would see, Virgil turned his gaze upward.

There was the mistletoe, hanging right above where he and Logan stood. They ended up standing side by side anyway in their dance to get their coats off, and now they were trapped. Virgil just hoped he could keep his head on straight (who was he kidding, he was far too gay for that).

“At least we got plenty of practice,” Logan muttered, low enough for only him to hear.

Virgil snorted and clapped a hand over his mouth to keep the laughter at bay. He dropped it in surprise when Logan grabbed him tightly around the waist and swept him into a searing kiss. Virgil rested his hands on Logan’s shoulders and made a quiet noise in the back of his throat.

But just as quickly as it began, the kiss stopped. Without his input, Virgil’s lips chased Logan’s as they pulled away, but Logan stepped back too quickly for Virgil to capture him in another kiss. Virgil’s eyes fluttered open and he was certain his expression was dazed. Logan just gave him a wink and walked toward the couch.

“Oh, you asshole,” Virgil grumbled, following after him.

They settling onto the couch together, Virgil having to sit in Logan’s lap for them all to fit, and rolled their eyes at the good-natured ribbing they received from their friends. They locked eyes in the midst of all the teasing and one thing was for certain.

They were so doing that again when they got back to their dorm.

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