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loganslowdown4 · 8 months
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*ahem*
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milkhoney531 · 1 month
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Coffee and Zombies (CaZ)
Summary: Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?
Chapter 1
   The world didn’t end with a bang. It didn’t end in war. It didn’t end in nukes. It didn’t end with the sun going supernova. It didn’t end with pollution or melting ice caps. No, it ended with a cup of coffee. Two scientists for the company Lily of the Valley, the flower of death, destroyed the world. The two never got along, they were working on a new project. Unfortunately together, unfortunately at unsustainably long hours. Unfortunately, with their brains impaired by lack of proper food, sleep, or hydration, tensions boiled. They weren’t as careful as they should have been. They fought over the last bit of coffee and beakers broke. They became the first two infected with the zombie virus. All over a cup of coffee.
   Death watched in disappointment as he held the two souls as their body spread the virus, ripping flesh from the people near them. Making his job harder than it ever should have been. They would never even see the damage they had done. They would never live through the fear they had brought over the world. Life appeared next to him, her normally warm features stony. She took the two souls from him.
     “I’m tired, Death. They have doomed my creations.” Life said quietly.
     “I am tired as well. But there is work to be done.” Death sighed.
     “Not for us. They made this mess. They can deal with it.” Life said, looking scornfully down at the two souls.
 
   The smell of coffee filled Roman’s senses when he woke up. He rose from bed and was going to wake up Remus only to have his brother’s hand clasp over his mouth. He held a finger to his lips and pointed towards their bedroom door. Roman saw the blood seeping from beneath the door. He smelled the blood. He heard the screams outside. He saw the word zombies written in blood on the door. He looked at his brother, there was blood on his face and hands, his pajamas were ripped. With shaky hands he moved his twin’s hand from his mouth.
     “Mom? Dad? Are they-?” Roman couldn’t finish the whispered question.
   Remus only nodded. He didn’t look sad. Was this a prank? No. Remus looked too serious. The blood, he could smell it. They were orphans in the zombie apocalypse. This was a shitty way to start their eleventh birthday. He heard a thud against their bedroom door and nearly yelped, but his cry was muffled by Remus pulling him into a hug. He was shaking. Remus was shaking. This was real. What were they going to do?
   They couldn’t stay here. Roman gently pulled out of the hug and took his brother’s hand. He led him to the closet and gave him a bag. Remus seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say. They started packing what they could, trying to keep it to things they needed, but Roman couldn’t help but include the scrapbook he had been working on with his dad and grandma. It had too many memories to leave behind. Were his grandparents still alive? He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the look of worry his brother had. At least he still had him.
   Roman gave him a reassuring smile. Silently, they got back to packing and getting ready. He didn’t know where they were going to go or how they were going to get out of the apartment alive. But they’d figure it out. They had too. Remus’s constant planning for alien invasions and zombie apocalypses seemed a lot less stupid now. Maybe his brother’s love of gore would save them? He gave a silent sight. They were eleven now. He woke up to coffee and zombies. Great.
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fedoraphe · 2 years
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♡ Day 2 of @moceit-appreciation-week; Dancing/Touch ♡
Dancing! Dancing! Dancing's not a crime!
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No, Jan, please tell us
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chameleonwritess · 1 year
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Every time I tell myself I’m not getting back into Sanders Sides, Thomas pulls some stunt like making Moceit canon and then I’m right back in the hole
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edupunkn00b · 1 year
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First Snow
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A gift for @8beez for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. Rating: G, WC: 2445 - AO3 - Spotify Playlist CW: cold, scroll to the bottom for additional spoiler-filled warnings. ~~~
Snowflakes glittered in the lantern light and the wind came up over the frozen stream, creating little eddies along the path to the big yellow house on the other side of the bridge. Snow crunched under the boots of a passing couple and Patton nodded to them as they passed, then continued on his way toward his old friend’s house. Or his friend’s old house. Both, really.
The snow had started early in the day with big, fat flakes that stuck to hats and scarves and tree branches before they gradually shrunk into the crunchy, sparkly, tiny crystals that now floated through the evening sky. They caught the light and the breeze, dancing together as they gently fell over the quiet town. With the exception of the young couple, the paths between structures were empty, and soft, golden light spilled from windows. The promise of warmth and home shone in the flickering shadows, along with the occasional peal of laughter that managed its way up chimneys and smoke holes.
Patton always loved the snow, especially the first snow of the season, the way it blanketed the houses, pristine and clean. Snow drifts collected on the banks of the stream, still running sluggishly in a lazy bend past the town. A thick layer of cottony white already decorated the previously bare trees, lending a magical feel to the otherwise depressingly empty branches. Later, the snow cover would brighten the long winter nights, reflecting the moon and starlight with a silvery glow. The stream would freeze solid and the townsfolk could go out with blades strapped to their boots and skate across the slippery surface.
For now, though, only patches of the stream were frozen, and most of those, Patton knew, were only a few inches thick. Not nearly thick enough. Ice skating would have to wait for a few more weeks.
He shook himself, resuming his walk across the bridge and, before long, found himself standing on a large, covered porch in front of a well-worn wooden door. The thick wood was adorned with a brass knocker, now darkened with a rich patina. Patton remembered when the knocker was brand new and he’d needed to drag over one of the milk stools from the barn just to touch it. It was easier now, of course, but he still had to stretch to reach it.
Sooner than he might expect, a bolt clunked into place and the door creaked open. “Janus!” Patton cheered at the first sight of his old friend. Leaning heavily on his walking stick—’It’s not a damned cane!’—Janus smiled out at him, wincing as a blast of cold air ruffled his greyed hair. 
Clad in flannel lined work pants, Janus was wrapped in a thick woolen sweater the color of fresh butter, and, if Patton knew him, just as soft. A matching scarf was draped over his shoulders and he already wore rabbit fur-lined gloves. “Pat,” he whispered, voice creaky, like he hadn’t spoken for a while. “I was hoping I’d see you this evening.”
“Well, of course you would!” Patton grinned, waving his arms around them. “It’s the first snow of the season! We couldn’t miss that!”
“Let me get my coat and I’ll be right out.” He stepped back, opening the door a little wider. “Would you like to…” Janus began and before he could even finish his question, Patton stood next to him, smiling brightly at the ribboned evergreen boughs draped over the doorway.
“I love your decorations this year, Jay!” He turned on the spot, gazing around the room as Janus pulled on a heavy down-filled coat. “They’re just beautiful.”
Smiling, Janus pulled on a wool cap and nodded toward the door. “I was hoping you would like them,” he said as he joined Patton on the porch and closed and locked the door. Together, they made their way slowly down the steps, and Patton smiled gratefully at the way Janus’ new gloves gripped the snow-slicked handrail.
Once they were on the path, Janus followed Patton’s gaze and nodded. “They were a Christmas gift from my granddaughter. Nice and warm. She made them,” he smiled, pride warming his features even as it stretched the jagged scar that split his cheek from the corner of his mouth to his ear. “She’s visiting with her wife and their kids… They’re putting the little ones to bed and Payton is out at the dance in Town Hall.”
“Well, tell her I think they’re beautiful,” Patton said. “She does really nice work!”
Janus nodded, attention focused on his steps as they moved over a growing snow bank. “We’ll need to get back before that grows too much,” he murmured.
“We will. It’s not a long walk,” Patton reassured him, looking over his shoulder at the path heading back over the stream. “Not like the other way.”
“I remember,” he nodded, voice cracking again. They walked in silence for several more feet, Janus’ walking stick tapping against the snow-covered  pavers with each step. “First snow had come early that year,” he mused, nodding to the beat of his staff. “You were so ready to go skating. You wouldn’t listen to anyone try to tell you to wait.” Condensation puffed out into the cold night air with his low laugh.
“In my defense, I was only eight,” Patton giggled.
“It’s a good thing you were, too, I could fit you on my sled to get you back to my house,” Janus harrumphed, sounding every bit of his ninety-three years.
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“Pat?” Janus called from the top of the hill. He’d just seen him, and Pat had promised to wait until he went down the slope one more time before they went to test the ice on the stream together. The weather had turned quickly that year, butt luckily they’d just finished bringing in all the carrots and beets before the ground iced over. It still meant helping Papa chop wood in the snow, but it also meant the start of sledding sooner, so it all worked out in Janus’ mind.
Pat had other ideas. “It’s so cold,” he’d grinned, kicking at the icicles growing from the edge of his porch. “I bet the stream’s already frozen hard enough for ice skating.” He lowered his voice as his older brother walked past with his nose buried in a book. “Meet me by the bridge tonight and we’ll go see. It’s a full moon, plenty of light to see.”
So, about an hour after dark, Pat had stood at the bottom of the hill, just next to the far side of the bridge. “C’mon down, Jay!” He waved a large branch over his head. The big hickory on the other side of the schoolhouse had fallen over in the last storm and all the children in the town had claimed a piece of it. Pat’s was taller than he was, thicker than his arm at its widest part. The pair had spent a good hour debating what to make with it but still hadn’t decided, so Pat had taken to lugging it around with him, alternating between pretending it was Moses’ staff or the oar Charon used to take new souls across the River Styx.
And now the branch lay abandoned in the snow next to the stream.
Jumping on the sled, Janus raced to the bottom and leapt off. He picked up the stick and called out again. “Pat!? Pat, where are you?” 
“Jay?” The voice was a whisper on the wind, weak and shaky. But it was definitely Pat. “Jay, I’m down here.” Janus’ eyes darted around the bank until finally he saw a dark lump near the snow. It was shaped like a person. A very small person. “Pat!”
Janus ran toward the edge of the water, but his feet flew out from underneath him when the snow gave way to ice. The little boy went down hard and his face hit a sharp rock, cutting a long gash in his cheek. He barely felt it and jumped back to his feet, taking the branch with him as he rushed to the water’s edge.
The dark shape by the water was Pat. Clinging to a tree root, he looked up at Janus with a fuzzy gaze, the lower half of his body still submerged. With a sickening squelch, his little fingers slipped from the roots and the water closed over his head.
“Pat!” Janus screamed and drove the branch into the water next to his friend. “Pat, hold on! Grab it!” There was no movement in the water and Janus held his breath, afraid the smallest sound, the tiniest shifting of his own body would distract him from his friend. After an eternity of waiting, he dropped down on his belly, some distant part of his mind noting the snow around him was stained red. “Pat, hang on!” he called again, and tried to scoop the branch underneath his friend.
Something caught and he levered the branch against the snow until one small arm flopped out onto the bank. Janus scrambled toward it and gripped Pat’s hand, soaking his own woolen gloves with the icy water. Somehow, he managed to heave his friend out of the water the rest of the way.
Fingers growing numb, Janus left Pat higher up on the bank while he dragged over his sled. “Come on, Pat, one more good push,” he begged his limp body as he pushed and pulled him onto the sled. The impact forced a weak coughing fit from the little body and Pat curled in on himself, hacking up some of the water he’d inhaled. 
When it was over, Pat lay in a sodden heap on the wooden slats, and Janus took off his own coat and laid it over his friend. There was more red blood against the dark gold wool. Then he wrapped the rope around his arm, leaving his numb fingers in a loose and useless fist as tugged hard.
Slowly, one step at a time, he inched the sled up the embankment, the sled rope tangled around one arm. He drove the branch into the snow as they moved and used it to pull them both up. When they reached level ground at the head of the bridge, Janus leaned on the branch, panting. Red splotches covered the stick and his coat, and a shaky red trail in the snow marked their path up from the water. He rested for less than a minute before he started out onto the bridge.
At the midpoint, Janus spotted a lantern lighter and he called out, “Help! Help, he fell in the water!”
As two adults rushed over at his cries, Pat coughed again, a glimmer of blue peeking between his eyelids. “You’re gonna be okay, Pat. Gonna be okay.”
Janus hovered close, shaking off Miss Dot’s kind hand as she tried to lead him away, “Jan, honey, let’s get you someplace warm and take a look at that cut on your face…”
“No,” he said loudly. “No, ma’am,” he repeated in a lower voice, looking up at the tall woman who’d been their teacher for the past year and a half since the last school teacher moved West. “Pat's my friend. I'm gonna stay with him.”
Miss Dot nodded with a stiff smile. “Well, then, let’s get you both inside and fetch you something warm.” She eyed his cheek, turning his head gently with one gloved hand. "It looks like the cold has helped stop the bleeding, at least," she muttered, then took his hand.
They followed the lantern keeper back to Janus’, the closer of the boys’ houses, and got them both settled on a mat in front of the fire. “Is he still breathing?” Her low voice carried through the quiet house but Janus only paid attention to his friend.
“I’ll keep you safe, Pat,” Janus whispered, pulling the blankets up close to his friend’s chin and keeping him facing the fire. He smiled when Pat’s eyes seemed to follow him. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”
Another cough wracked his little body and their mothers came over. When did Mama get here? She dabbed at his cheek with a wet cloth but he shook his head. “No, get Pat warm first.”
“Jan, it’ll scar if we leave it too long,” she cajoled, following his gaze to Pat where he finally lay still, eyes glistening in the firelight and panting quietly with the force of his last coughing spell.
“I’m fine, Mama,” he insisted. “Pat first, then me.” Pat coughed again and Mama touched his mother’s shoulder as Janus helped him sit up, rubbing his back.
Mama's voice was gentle. “Let’s call the doctor to take a look at that cough, Lucy.”
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“It sure was lucky Doc was able to fix me up before spring,” Patton’s cheerful voice rose up with a gust of wind, dancing among the snowflakes falling like diamonds from the clouds. “That cough could’ve turned into pneumonia really fast,” he nodded, keeping pace with Janus. Occasionally, Patton would see something ahead and investigate it. First, a long clear icicle hanging from a low tree branch. Then later, what looked like rabbit prints in the snow. But he never moved more than a few feet away from his friend’s slow, steady steps. “Pneumonia can be serious.”
”It really can be, Pat,” Janus nodded. Leaning heavily on his hickory walking staff, its diligently polished gleam barely marred with time, he slowly lowered himself to a seat on a nearby bench and looked out at the falling snow. The flakes were falling faster now and the town was so quiet, he could hear them touch the ground.
”Granddad?” Payton’s voice behind him was soft, but still he started slightly. “It’s getting cold, Granddad.” She stood next to the bench and offered her hand. The door to town hall banged open in the distance and music flitted through the air. “The dance just got out. How 'bout I walk you home?”
Janus turned to where Pat had stood, the snow blanketing the ground smooth and glittering gently under the streetlights. He gestured to the small marble headstone in front of them. “Did you know I helped Papa carve Pat’s name into that?” he nodded. "He let me hold the chisel and everything."
”So that’s where Mom gets it,” she smiled as Janus took her hand and, between her help and the strength of his walking stick, pushed himself up to his feet. They slowly walked back to the big yellow house, following the single set of footprints he'd left in the fresh snow. "Why don't you tell me about it, Granddad?"
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Spoiler: "off-screen" major character death
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you know what I want I want Patton and Janus to be taking care of an actual child and for Janus to be surprise much better at it and Patton has a crisis
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starlocked01 · 3 months
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Your Average Petty Sinner
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Summary- Patton goes through an Emo phase and decides to hang out with the most notorious kids at school, going so far as to try to date their leader.
Relationships- Janus&Patton (Moceit), Remus/Virgil (Dukexiety)
Word Count- 5.4k
Content Warnings- swearing, mild description of injury, mild sexual innuendos
This is my @sanderssidesgiftxchange gift for @lily-janus 💛💙 I really hope you like it! Also a shout out to @infinitesimal-dna for beta reading and putting up with my shenanigans.
“I just don't get it!” Patton frantically paced the small patch of faded pale blue carpet that was visible in his cluttered room, “I literally caught them with cigarettes and lighters in the bathroom- how did they weasel out of detention this time?”
Roman barely looked up from the script in his hand as he lounged on Patton’s bed, “I don't know. Remus didn't say when Mom picked us up. They weren't going to hurt anyone but themselves.”
“Lighters start fires- they could have caused a fire alarm and some freshman could have been trampled in the ensuing panic while the science wing burned down-” Patton whipped back to face Roman who remained unperturbed. 
“And none of that happened. You saved the day, Padre. Why can't you just be happy about that?”
“Because they didn't get in trouble!” Patton crossed his arms tight over his chest and resumed his pacing, “why turn in the bad kids if they're just going to be let go?”
“Sounds like you want to put my brother in jail,” Roman snickered and briefly looked up, “I don't know why. Why do you snitch on them?” Roman countered
Patton bit down hard on his lip before taking a measured breath, “I am not snitching. They just keep breaking the rules in front of me.”
“I think you just want Janus to notice you. Trust me, he does, sweetie. Remus won't stop complaining about how much the goodie two shoes need to fu- leave them alone,” Roman replies, remembering too late the household ban on swears.
“SHH! Don’t let Mom hear you.” Patton whispered tersely, “you’re wrong. I don’t care what any of them think about me– especially not Janus.”
Roman snorted, “Yeah, right. That’s why you’re constantly tattling on him. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that when a boy’s mean to you that means he likes you?”
Patton stopped in his tracks and turned back to face Roman, “That’s… completely untrue.”
Roman rolled his eyes, flipping a page lazily, “Just keep telling yourself that, Padre. I bet if you just asked he’d go out with you.”
“I’m not gay and I don’t want to go out with him,” Patton countered, “will you please just be quiet? My mom would kick you out in two seconds for being a quote ‘bad influence’ if she heard you right now.”
“Mmm fine. Alright. I won’t talk about your obvious crush on Mr. Tall, Dark and Mysterious.”
“I am not- Why don’t you understand that not everyone has to like guys?” 
Roman sat up, “I’m not saying everyone. I just know you, Patt. You don’t like girls. You’ve turned down like twenty of them since homecoming last year. So if you don’t like girls, that just leaves guys. I know you don’t feel comfortable bringing a bf home because of the witch, but you’ve at least got to let yourself consider the possibility.”
“Maybe I just haven’t met the right girl,” Patton replied, not sounding as convincing as he should have to shut down the conversation.
Roman chuckled, “sure. Because she’s actually a boy named Janus and you’re looking in the wrong places.”
“Roman!”
“Just ask him!”
“He hates me. And I don’t like him.”
“You absolutely fucking do!”
“Roman!” Patton hissed, flinching as he could hear his mother’s footsteps coming down the hallway. “Now you’ve done it-” he muttered as the bedroom door clicked and swung open.
“Patton, sweetie. What’s our rule for having friends over?” his mother asked from the door, a falsely sweet and disarming voice cutting through the tension of the argument.
Patton turned, “they need to follow house rules and not distract from school work…”
“That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, I believe I heard Mr. Prince here swearing. That is no way to speak to others, is it?” 
“No, ma’am,” Patton replied, head hung in defeat. 
She turned towards Roman, “Exactly. I’m sorry dear, but you need to leave and reevaluate your vocabulary and manners if you want to spend time with my son.”
“Sorry, Patt,” Roman murmured as he grabbed his backpack and walked past to leave, “tomorrow. Just do it.” 
Patton sighed with exasperation, “Please, Mom, let him stay? He didn’t mean to-”
“You know the rules, Patton. I think it’s about time you got started on your homework,” she brushed him off, escorting Roman out to the front door. 
Patton waited until he heard the front door shutting before closing his bedroom door to get started on his work, trying to tune out his racing thoughts about school. 
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 Janus slumped against the lockers, ignoring the dirty look from Susan next to him when he accidentally shut hers for her. It wasn’t his fault her locker was so close to Virgil’s. He gripped the head of his cane to keep it from sliding into the throng of students that would trample and crack it without a second thought. The polished wooden cane had cost a fortune, stained black with a yellow snake carved around the shaft up to the handle. He'd refused to adopt a medical-looking metal bully magnet and protected his aide fiercely. Janus silently watched Virgil picking out text books for the next class.
“What a bitch, right?” he asked once Virgil had noticed him. 
Virgil nodded sagely, “Yeah. Who’re we talking about this time?”
Janus smirked, “Mrs. Hansen, of course. It’s like she doesn’t even care that I don’t give a fuck about Physics.”
“She held you after class again? That bitch!” Virgil gaped, closing his locker, “that is so messed up. You should tell the VP that she’s not respecting your accommodations, right?”
“Like he ever cared the twenty thousand other times someone tried to make life harder,” Janus scoffed, glancing at the disturbance coming down the hallway and opting not to warn Virgil.
With all the subtlety of a tornado, Janus watched as Remus pinned Virgil to the lockers, dropping his backpack at Janus’ feet in his hurry to get hands on the boy. Virgil grunted in surprise, pushing back against the attack until he recognized the lips pressed harshly into his neck.
“Rem-! Oh my god!” Virgil laughed breathlessly, “I told you not at school, motherfucker!”
Remus looked up with a devious grin, “and? Your mother said she loved it.”
“Gross,” Virgil chuckled and pulled his boyfriend into a tight hug, “I missed you.”
Janus rolled his eyes, pushing the discarded backpack away with the tip of his cane, “It’s been all of an hour since you two last molested each other in front of the entire school.”
“Jealous, Jannie?”
“Utterly green with envy,” Janus sighed, noticing the crowd in the hall thinning rapidly, “are you done playing tongue hockey yet?”
“Never,” Remus laughed and turned back to Virgil, cutting off his protests with a filthy kiss.
“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t figured out how to make gay love babies yet,” Janus replied, carefully readjusting his treasured suede gloves. The crowds of students dissipated and doors shut as the bell for the next period rang through the now empty halls.
Janus nudged the pair, “Biology will have to wait. Let's get going.”
“Oh come on!” Remus whined, “just tell Mr. Sawan you got held back and we're helping you-”
“It's not a lie for once,” Virgil added, leaning down to grab Remus' bag.
“And they say I'm the bad influence,” Janus scoffed, grabbing his cane to start towards class. Virgil and Remus reluctantly followed, careful to give him space to walk. 
Janus wasn't actually eager to get to class. Everyone always stared when he walked in late, despite arriving late by necessity every day. The scrutiny felt absolutely miserable. 
As they neared the stairs down to the mathematics wing, Janus paused to let the couple go first. The last thing he wanted was to slip all the way down into a concussion.
“Hey!” A voice called loudly from down the hall, “aren't you supposed to be in class?”
Janus glanced over and swore quietly at the sight of the world's most annoying goody two shoes coming towards them.
“Patton. Where do you think we're going?” He asked in a lazy drawl.
“Yeah, calm your tits,” Remus added less than helpfully.
Patton frowned, glancing down at his chest for a brief moment, “I don't have- the bell rang five minutes ago. You're supposed to be in class. I bet you're out here trying to smoke and ditch class.”
“How? You stole my lighter yesterday,” Virgil snarked back, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“It’s against school policy-” Patton started.
“What's against policy is a student trying to police other students. I literally cannot walk the halls when everyone else is running around,” Janus spoke up, standing up straighter. “We'd have made it by now if you hadn't interrupted us.”
“You liar. You're just messing around to get out of class,” Patton accused, stepping closer as if to intimidate Janus.
He laughed, “we have this discussion once a week! If I didn't know better, I would think you're going out of your way to flirt with me.”
An inscrutable look passed over Patton’s face, freckles melting into a soft flustered blush. “I am not!” Patton whispered hoarsely.
“Then we'll just be on our way,” Janus sneered, starting down the first step, cane first.
“Hey!” Patton gasped, reaching for Janus’s shoulder. Janus flinched at the unexpected touch, shifting to toss Patton as far from him as possible.
Unfortunately, this sent the boy careening down the flight of stairs.
“Shit!” Janus exclaimed,  watching in horror and slight mesmerism as Patton came to a halt on the first landing.
“You killed him!” Remus cackled with glee at the possibility.
“Jan- what the fuck?” Virgil asked, not sure if he should move to help Patton or not.
Janus glanced down the hall, and seeing no one, made his decision.
“Virgil, help me get him to the nurse.” he instructed. “Remus, get to class and tell them Virgil and I cannot make it. Give as little context as possible, got it?”
Remus nodded and hurried to the class.
Janus hurried down the steps as fast as he could manage to the place Patton lay on the stairs.
“Wh- why?” Patton murmured, cradling his shoulder, “I- I wasn't-”
“Next time don't touch people without permission,” Janus snapped, reaching to pick  Patton up, “can you walk?”
“I- I think so?” Patton winced, trying to sit up with both of the others pulling him up, “d-don't pull my arm, please.”
Janus nodded, “right, let's go, before you die or something.”
“Good going, Jan,” Virgil groaned as Patton leaned more heavily against him.
“Shut it, Vi. I didn't do anything.”
The walk down the rest of the stairs and to the nurse's office felt impossibly long and arduous, as Patton moved slower than even Janus. And he moaned in pain at each jostle to his arm.
“You're going to be okay,” Virgil chewed at his cheek, “it wasn't that bad of a fall.”
“I- I hope so,” Patton murmured, “why are the bad kids helping me?”
Janus rolled his eyes, “who said we're bad?”
“I- you always get in trouble,” Patton tried to explain.
“Yeah. Because you're always trying to get us in trouble,” Virgil scoffed.
“I don't expect you to understand, Patton,” Janus stopped as they reached the nurse’s office, “ but sometimes people just don't think like you.”
Patton nodded then tried to walk into the office, “thanks, I guess.”
Janus rolled his eyes, turning to head back to class, only to be confronted with the imposing figure of the school vice principal.
“What's this, then?”
“Oh- sir, I can explain,” Janus offered hastily.
“You will,” the man nodded, pointing towards his office, “If you please, Mr. Shephard.”
Virgil fiddled with his sleeves, “It was completely an accident. We were just helping Patton.”
“He fell down the stairs after slipping on a spilled water bottle,” Janus protested, already tired of walking, “I think he hit his head so we didn't want to leave him alone before he could get over here.”
“I see,” the man eyed the two, “is that so?”
“Yes. That's what happened.” Janus nodded emphatically. He watched the disciplinarian's face to see if he bought the story.
“Get to your class,” the vice principal barked, and the two wasted no time disappearing down the hallway.
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Patton stirred and sat gingerly up in bed. A needle of pain shot through his shoulder at the weight pressed on it. 
“Oh- f-”
“Patton!” His mother stood at the door to his room with a sour look on her face.
“I was going to say ‘fudge’,” Patton gritted his teeth.
“Honestly, when did I raise such a delinquent?” She shook her head and barged her way in, “bullying other students and now swearing? Certainly nothing I taught you.”
“Mom!”
“I won't hear it. Luckily, some of your classmates collected your homework assignments for you. Behave yourself with them,” she scolded.
“I'm not a bully,” Patton muttered, gazing up at the ceiling as though the stucco could offer him the strength to endure her accusations.
“For the record, no one said you were but her. I don’t know why she thinks that,” Patton looked back to the door sharply, finding his mother replaced with Virgil standing slouched against the frame, a book bag slung over one shoulder. “Hey- I hope it's okay I- let's not worry about how I knew your address. How… are.. you?”
“I've been better. The doctor poked and prodded me a lot yesterday.” 
“Yikes…”
Patton nods, “I’ll be back in school by Monday. Unless I go completely loopy in the head. But I think the sprain in my shoulder is worse. Is Janus okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. He was tired from all the running around but like.. I don’t think he’s mad at you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Virgil glanced back to the door before leaning closer to ask, “is she always like that?”
Patton nodded, “yeah… that’s my mom for you.”
Virgil swung his bag onto the bed, “alright, well, I’ve got your homework for the classes you missed.. And I thought you might like some music to pass the time? It’s the kind I listen to when I get really upset,” Virgil explained with a pointed look as he pulled a disk in a clear cover out of the bag with the school books, “just.. Let me know what you think if you do. I’m really sorry about what happened.”
“It’s not your fault, Virge-” Patton shook his head and then winced, “thank you, though.”
“No worries. I- uh.. Look forward to seeing you..? Yeah. Get better soon.”
Patton watched as Virgil exited his bedroom, confused why he of any of the kids at school brought him make up work. He examined the CD, turning it to read the sharpie writing, a list of songs with artists listed in incomprehensible initials. He turned the case over, noticing a small piece of paper tucked under the CD inside the case. Intrigued, he pried the case open and popped the CD out, laying it on the blanket. He retrieved the small folded paper from his lap, carefully picking it apart. 
I didn’t push you down the stairs. I also did not try to help you after you tripped. If you tell anyone I did, I won’t hesitate to make you regret it. -J
Patton frowned, confused by the note. He tossed it aside and pulled out his portable CD player to listen to the mixtape without his mom listening in. He laid back, letting the beats and melodies wash over him. As he listened, an idea started to form, one of which he was barely conscious.
___ ___ ___
“Are you insane?” Roman stared far more openly than other students in the hall. Patton shrugged and pushed past his friend to his locker.
“I’m just trying something new,” Patton replied, hanging his backpack up and picking out books for the first class. He tried very hard to not express frustration when the bookbag caught on the spikes sticking out of one of his many new bracelets. 
“You look ridiculous. You hate black! What is going on?” 
“I can wear whatever I want, Ro. You sound like my mother right now.” 
That shut Roman’s protests up quickly. Patton hummed to himself, reaching into the bag to pull out a brand new makeup pallet made of browns and blacks, picking the darkest shade to dab onto his eyelids.
“How hard did you hit your head?” Roman asked, staring in even more shock and disbelief. 
“My head is fine, Roman. I told you I’m trying something new,” Patton explained.
“Oh Hey! When did you get hot, Pat-Pat?” Remus yelled, dragging Virgil behind him from down the hall.
“Woah- Patton, are you okay?” Virgil asked as they reached him and Roman at the lockers. 
“Looks like Jannie knocked some sense into him. Hot damn!” Remus leered, earning a smack on the shoulder from Virgil and Roman. 
“Guys, I am fine. I promise. I wanted to see how my mom would take it,” Patton offers, not so subtly searching the halls.
“Right. Suuuuuuure,” Remus giggled, “just remember that Virgie is mine,” he snaps playfully, “I don’t share and I certainly don’t do threesomes.” Remus winked, sending a shiver of disgust running down Patton’s spine. “Congrats, baby emo.”
“If you need to talk or something,” Virgil managed to offer before getting swept away by Remus.
Roman sighed, “Seriously, do you want to talk?”
“I’ll be fine, Ro. I’m still me. I just... I don’t know. It felt right this morning,” Patton offers as explanation.
“Well, you know where to find me. And if this is some ploy to get Janus to like you- it won’t work-” 
“I don’t care if he likes me,” Patton protests, “this isn’t about him.”
“It’s not?” Janus asked in a smooth voice, standing behind Patton as if he appeared there from thin air.
“Janus!” Patton whipped around, “how- when did you- um, hi.” he stammered.
Roman laughed and clapped Patton on the shoulder, “good luck, Romeo. See you at lunch.” He walked away still laughing as Patton blushed and tried to shake the teasing off.
Janus watched curiously. He certainly would never have predicted that Patton would show up in an all black pretend-emo costume. Amazing really how people could still surprise him. 
“I promise that Roman doesn’t know what he’s talking about-” Patton tried to recover his composure.
“He never does. Poor Remus got all the interesting and useful brains,” Janus sighed, examining his gloved hand nonchalantly. “Even if this were some ploy for my attention, I wouldn’t be interested just because you changed clothes and painted your nails.”
“That implies you would be interested in different circumstances,” Patton pointed out.
“Would I? I never said that. You understood my message, right?” Janus asked, changing topics quickly.
Patton nodded, “I- yes, I understood. You didn’t have to threaten me. Everyone thinks I broke my head and wouldn’t believe me saying either thing.” 
“Correct. No use spreading rumors,” Janus smirked.
“Janus?” 
“What?” 
“Do you think I’m a bad person?” Patton asked quietly.
Janus took a moment to think over the question, “Why are you asking me?”
“Because I think you’re probably the person I’ve hurt the most.”
Janus laughed, “Oh please. Like you could hurt me. Since when do you care about my opinions?”
“I don’t know- I’m really trying something new here, Janus.” Patton worried his lip between his teeth. 
“I see. I notice,” Janus nodded and turned to head towards class.
“Janus? Do I… seem like I have a crush on you?”
Janus stopped in his tracks, turning back slowly, “Do you have one?”
Patton shrugged his one good shoulder, “Roman says I must have one. I’m not sure. How do I figure it out?”
Janus studied the black clad teen he would have sworn had it out for him just two days ago. Who was he to answer this kind of question? And why wouldn’t he just ask Roman, the prince of failed relationships?
“I don’t know. Go on a date with me?” Janus was just as surprised at the words leaving his lips as Patton looked hearing them.
“Wait- really?”
“Yes. We can go out tonight. No need to make it formal. Just black, not black tie.” Janus nodded. It surprised him just how calm and collected he felt, proposing a romantic time together. 
Patton hummed, “um.. I assume Virgil… gave you my address,” he replied diplomatically, “would you be able to pick me up.”
“Yes. 9 o’clock?”
Patton nodded, “yeah, that works. I’ll see you then?”
Janus smiled just a bit mischievously, “yes, you will. Good luck in school today. Everyone is going to notice.”
“Notice what?” Patton asked.
“This.” Janus smirked and leaned forward, planting a lipstick stained kiss on Patton’s cheek, turning to leave just as the first bell rang out. 
Patton stood frozen like a deer, slowing reaching up to touch his cheek, “oh, shit-”
___ ___ ___
“Uh, Jannie?”
“Yes, Remus?”
“Where the fuck are we going?” Remus asked, hanging on the back of Janus’ seat.
Janus inhaled slowly, “We’re picking up my date for tonight.”
“Since when do you date?” Virgil asked, lounging in the back seat and scrolling on his phone.
“Since this morning,” Janus answered, “You two just made it look so fun I had to give it a try.”
“Ooooooooh,” Remus absolutely beamed, “so who’s the lucky virgin?”
“Come on, Re. Don’t assume,” Virgil chided, trying to pull his boyfriend back to the back seat. “Wait- I recognize this street-”
“Just shut up,” Janus growled, “You’re the ones who wanted me to date. He’s harmless and might even like me.”
“So you’re trying to go out with the guy who made our lives hell for over a year?” Virgil asked.
“I’m not being some sort of saint, I’m just curious about what Patton’s going through.”
“I’ll cancel the wedding bells,” Remus cackled as they pulled up to the door. The headlights swept over the porch, revealing Patton sitting outside in the dark. He popped up, rushing over to the passenger side of the car.
“Hey Janus- and… Virgil and Remus? What?” Patton squinted at the couple in the back seat, “is this.. A double date?”
“Somewhat. Get in,” Janus commanded, ignoring the snickering from the back seat. 
Patton climbed in and sat down, confused but not about to back out now. Not when Roman would roast him for failing to go on the first date he’s ever been asked out on. Janus pulled out of the driveway and continued on in relative quiet.
“So… where are we going?” Patton asked, a little too bright for his dark exterior. 
“You’ll see,” Janus replied cryptically.
Patton nodded and fell silent, watching the road slip by as they drove along.
“Woof. The chemistry is just bubbling,” Remus snarked after a few minutes of quiet, sitting back to cuddle into Virgil.
Virgil laughed softly, “give them time. I’m sure it’s just first date awkwardness.” He wrapped his arms around Remus and held him close.
Janus turned down a residential street and flicked off the headlights, “Well, Patton, since you’re exploring new countercultures, I figured it would be a good idea to bring you along to a protest.”
“A protest? At night?” Patton asked, fear glinting in his eyes, “what kind of protest?”
“One against ableism in the education system,” Virgil grinned, grabbing cartons of eggs from the floor of the back seat.
“Yeah! We’re gonna show that bitch what it feels like!” Remus crowed, opening the door before Janus could put the car in park and banging impatiently on the trunk. Virgil piled out as well as Janus parked and grabbed the latch to open the trunk for them. 
“This… is illegal, isn’t it?” Patton worried, glancing around the street to see if they had been spotted yet.
“Very.” Janus nodded, “but, lucky us that the Virus have the dirty work covered. We’re just lookouts tonight. Mrs. Hansen has been violating my disability accommodations. That makes my life harder when I end up missing the beginning of class because of the crowds in the hallway. So we’re making her morning a bit harder.”
“Oh.. that’s why you three were in the hallway during class time the other day?” Patton asked, voice softening at the realization.
“Yes. Sometimes we wait until after the bell anyway but she still shouldn’t be holding me back like that,” Janus explained.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize that,” Patton offered quietly, wincing as Remus started chucking raw eggs at the car in the driveway.
“Relax, Patton. They’re just letting off steam. I swear they would have burned the school down by now if I didn’t try to aim them at productive activities,” Janus chuckled, glancing down the road for any observers.
“Right. So… this is a date… why don’t you tell me about yourself?” Patton turned in his seat to face Janus. 
Janus slowly turned his head, “what do you want to know?”
“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve never done this before,” Patton laughed nervously, “maybe… when did you know that you’re gay?”
Janus snorted at that, “I still don’t know. You’re the first boy I’ve tried to date. You’d think hanging out around the twins would make that sort of question easy, right?”
“Right! Like, I’ve known Roman really well for years and he sure seems to know… some of what he wants. But I just don’t know how he understands what a crush is versus wanting to be friends.”
“Those two make it seem like you meet someone and suddenly they’re the only thought in your head ever,” Janus nodded to the couple who were busy laying out toilet paper strips in the shape of a penis on the hood of the car, “I’ve never understood it.” 
“Do you.. Feel that way about me?” Patton asks, “since you’re the one who asked me out.”
“Frankly, I find your change of aesthetic rather intriguing. And you seem willing to challenge some of your bullshit ideas right now, so why not?” Janus shrugs, “maybe I just want attention and don’t give a fuck about who you are. You can never know.”
Patton looked down towards his hands, folded neatly in his lap, “I think I’ve been jealous of you all.”
“How so? You seemed adamant about reporting us to the school like a narc for the past year,” Janus challenged.
“Because things like egging teacher’s houses and smoking in the hallways can cause problems for people! But, I do like how you all express yourselves.”
“Really?”
“Right. You just… get to be weird and stand out in classes. You get away with a disturbing amount of rule breaking. It seems really freeing,” Patton sighed softly, “Maybe I’m thinking about it wrong. I’ve just always felt terrified of disappointing people, and in just one day I’ve been able to disappoint almost everyone.”
“So, you’re just dressing emo to make people upset, not to express yourself?”
“I mean- maybe partially?” Patton shrugged, “I never knew you all were this criminal-”
“Patton-”
“And… I think it’s maybe hot that you all stand up for yourselves despite what people think of you?” Patton says shyly, more of a question than an opinion.
“I didn’t bring you along to impress you with like that-”
“No?”
“I thought giving Virgil and Remus a target would give us some time alone,” Janus explains.
“Time  alone to do what?” Panton leaned a bit closer.
“What we’re doing now, talking.”
“That’s all you wanted to do with me?” Patton asked, head tilted a bit.
“Did you want to kiss me?” 
“Patton-”
Patton leaned in even closer until the backdoor slammed open, sending him scrambling back to his seat, blushing bright red.
“Drive- Neighbor might be calling the cops.” Remus replied, out of breath.
Virgil nodded and Janus jumped into action to get away from the crime scene. 
“Looked like a productive date,” Remus teased as Janus slowed back down to avoid suspicion.
“Wow what a rush!” Patton exclaimed. 
“Adrenaline wasn’t the point,” Janus reminded him, “Are you two ready to head home?”
“Yeah, Remus’ please,” Virgil nods.
Remus spent the car ride back to his place giving the lookouts a play by play of the night, with Virgil interjecting with certain facts and figures.. Janus soon dropped the pair off and the silence settled between him and Patton. 
“I just… you guys get away with bad behavior all the time. I wish I could do that the same as you,” Patton spoke up eventually.
Janus sighed and pulled the car over again, this time near a park, “Do you even care about why we do that stupid shit?”
“Well, tonight was about getting back at Mrs. Hansen, right? For treating you badly,” Patton recalled.
“And skipping class is because it’s too overwhelming to sit still learning useless crap with a bunch of jerks who know nothing about what it’s like to try and navigate when your feet don’t just take you to where you need to go. They don’t care that it hurts to walk and it’s just safer to take my time with friends by my side to catch me.”
“I-”
“You just see me as some bad boy to upset people with. You don’t care how I feel about it, do you?” Janus challenged.
“That’s not true-” Patton tried to protest. 
“I’m not some average petty sinner to disappoint your family with at the holidays. I actually have feeling and wants and needs and I just- I-”
Patton reached over to take one of Janus’ hands, “It’s okay. I-I didn’t want to use you, Janus. Not in the long run. Sure, I wanted to experiment and see if Roman’s right about crushes, but I don’t want to trap you in a relationship you won’t enjoy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Janus looked away, trying to pull his hand free.
“Just remember that you asked me out tonight. So, I thought that kisses were something you’re supposed to do on dates. Can we try again without interruptions this time? See if… well, if we’ll like that sort of thing?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, yes I am. You are not a manic pixie dream boy or the dangerous rebel to scare my mom with. You’re Janus. And I don’t know you very well because I’ve never tried to get to know you. But we’re on a date. It’s past curfew. I think you at least deserve a chance at something properly romantic, since defacing property was just the distraction to keep Remus and Virgil busy. It’s too late to get food anywhere. So maybe we can try a kiss and start over again in the morning?”
Janus blinked, trying to process all of that at once. “Um… no.”
“No?” Patton sat back immediately, “did I do something wrong?”
“Not necessarily, I just… you asking makes it very clear to me that I don’t want to kiss you, Patton.” Janus tried to explain.
Patton nodded, “okay. I- actually, thank you? I- I was so scared…”
Janus chuckled softly, “I don’t think we’re crushing on each other. I’m not sure why not. But I’m glad you agree.” 
Patton nodded emphatically this time, “I very much don’t want to be the awkward one. I think… it would feel wrong or empty to try. And that’s not your fault-”
“I get it. I agree. We tried. Dating just… isn’t in our cards,” Janus laughed a bit more at that, “let me take you home?”
“Yes please. Maybe at school… we can just say hi?”
“That would be much more pleasant.”
Patton sighed softly and leaned back in the passenger seat, “I won’t tell about the eggs and toilet paper, by the way. Maybe I should ask Mrs. Hansen why she’s not letting you leave for class on time?”
Janus smiled, “That could be helpful. Maybe she just needs to see one of the responsible students concerned on our behalf.”
“Would have been a lot less illegal if you just asked me to do that in the first place,” Patton giggled, “It makes more sense than vandalism.”
“But throwing trash at her house is fun,” Janus grins, starting the car again.
“It may be fun. But there are much better outlets for the anger, I would think.” Patton grinned.
“Maybe you’ll be a good acquaintance after all,” Janus mused, pulling back out onto the road to take his definitely-not-a-date back home.
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shsl-fander · 10 months
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Blood Stained
Pairing: Logince and Moceit
Tw: Blood, fighting, yelling, bruises, swearing, threats, bullying, homophobia, hospital, Whump Roman
Au: Family/High School
Summary: Roman won't just watch around and let Logan get harrassed by this jerk at their school, but it backfires when hes caught in a severe fight and must be driven to the hospital. @spacedouterri @lavenderfoxboy
"Okay, let me get this straight," Janus hissed, hands gripping tight on his wheel. He drummed his hands against the leather, glaring to his side towards Roman. "My son, gets himself into a fist fight and I have to drive him to the hospital and all he cares about is missing his REHEARSAL?!" He scolds in disbelief.
Roman tapped his cheek, blood staining his fingers as he did so. He tilted his head up in an attempt to sway the dark, red blood dripping from his nose. "I would have called Dad if I knew you'd take me on a guilt trip," he mumbled.
Janus scoffed, shaking his head, "Roman!" he yelled, "You're lucky I agreed to pick you up, Patton would be freaking out on you just as much, he'd just be gentler," he corrects, rolling his eyes. "Care to tell me what happened? Either of you,"he prompts, raising an eyebrow.
Remus tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth, grinning ear to ear, "I have no fucking clue what happened, for once I'm innocent!" He leans forward, sticking his head between the two front seats. "Roman?" Remus's smile quickly fades upon looking at Roman, who's usual was charm seemed completely drained. "...Ro bro?"
Roman's gaze fell towards the window, watching as they sped past the surrounding cars. A breeze followed their car. "Some asshole was bothering Logan," he muttered, barely audible above a whisper.
"What was that?" Janus blinked, taking a sharp turn onto the hospital's street. Silence lingered in the car, Janus tuning the music off, the only sound being the faint shuffling of the car's wheels against the ground.
Janus sighed softly, "I'm only strict on you because I don't want you to be like how I was at your age," he explained. "I was an amazing kid, smart but got in alot of trouble. I didn't really know how to protest in a good way."
Janus placed his hand over his son's, lips quirking to force a somber smile,"We just want you to be safe. Both of you, " he insists. He perked up as his ring tone blared from his phone, his muscled tensed scrunching his shoulders close together. He exhaled, "It's just your dad, Remus can you talk to him and explain whats happening?" he asks, rubbing his temples.
Just A few hours prior, Roman found himself leaned against his locker, humming softly to himself while he waited for Logan to come over. He knew Logan had a free period and frankly Roman did not feel like going to biology, so he'd agreed to meet up with him for at least a few minutes.
Roman blinked, glancing down towards the clock again with a raised eyebrow. "That's weird, nerd is never late."
He instinctly reached for his phone in his pocket, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
Roman: Hey Specs you coming? Or Did you decide to completely ditch me wowww I can't believe this. 😭😞
He snickered to himself as he typed, though he couldn't ignore the worry welling up inside him.
Minutes began to pass, the worry growing inside Roman the longer he stood in the halls, gazing around to find Logan. This was EXTREMELY out of character for Logan. While Roman found the insistence to keep a schedule for literally everything (even hallway roaming)quite annoying, he certainly didn't enjoy when Logan wasn't being himself. 
Suddenly, it felt as if time stood still, the silence lingering in surrounding air. It was quiet, an uncomfortable sense of quiet before a loud slam echoed through the halls. Roman felt his chest tighten, he jolted up, eyes growing wide. He bolted towards the direction of the noise, praying internally that Logan's sudden disappearance had nothing to do with this.
Roman froze infront of the door, gritting his teeth anxiously. "Come on Roman, you're a prince," he murmured under his breath. "You gotta find out whats going on."
He slowly creaked the door open ever so slightly,peering through the small crack. His breath hitched at the sight of the situation, exactly what he'd been dreading.
Logan was pressed up against the wall, his breathing heavy and quick paced. He gulped, swallowing the spit that was closing up his throat. "I mean what I said, you're a pathetic homophobe who can't even win a debate," he spat, "And your threats are only confirming your lack of intelligence."
The boy, who Roman couldn't seem to recognize at first, glared at Logan. He was grumbling something along the lines of killing him.
Roman pounced up, tossing the door open, thoughts spiralling around his head. Everything in his mind was so blurred, he knew whoever this kid was could probably beat the shit out of him, but he also knew he wanted to protect Logan more than anything else in the moment.
He rushed up behind him, tugging on his shirt an yanking him away from Logan. "Leave him alone," he growled. Once he was face to face with him, Roman was able to properly recognize him in under a second: Adam Dotson. His scraggy, short red hair along with piercing blue eyes were both easy to spot.
Adam cackled, "Oh look here! Your fairy boyfriend came along," he teased, shoving Roman backwards leaving him stumbling to catch himself. "The fuck are you doing here, Adelio?"
Roman narrowed his eyes,"Are you deaf? I said leave him alone, " he fumed, voice stern and low. He felt his heart pound against his chest, heart rate increasing rapidly. He stared ahead at Adam, watching him crack his knuckles and return his glare.
Adam rolled his eyes, kicking Roman in his shin, "You think I'm scared of you?" He scoffed, "Tell your gayass boytoy that he needs to fuck off on talking to me too," he retorted, watching Roman clasp onto his leg.
Roman gasped, foundering backwards once again. He inhaled, folding his hand into a fist and he swore his heart was beating so fast he could hear the thundering in his eardrums. Roman took a breath before stepping forward and swinging towards Adam, his knuckles grazed the side of his cheek.
Adam sucked in a breath, bracing against the impact of Roman's punch before swiftly punching him back, hitting him square in his nose.
A trail of blood trickled down Roman's face, and he winced squeezed his eyes closed for a moment. The pain shot through his entire face, burning against his nose.
"Roman!" Logan shrieked.
Roman spat out a chunk of blood, leaving his mouth with a copper tang taste. He ducked. Roman slammed his fist into Adam's stomach. His knuckles pulsed, yet he still kept hitting as much as he could.
Adam groaned, bending over with a heave. His vision began to blur, barely able to make out the tan arm lunging at him again. He stepped back, cracking his knuckles.
Roman lifted his hand to swing at Adam again before he felt a tight grip around his wrist. Hes swung to the side. Blood swishing around his ears. Roman inhales before pain stings against his face once again, spreading throughout his entire body. His head spun and before his senses regain control, he's slammed against the wall.
All Roman could grasp was the imense pain. His knees shook, wobbling underneath him. Another punch hitting him, faint yelling in the background. A swift knee to his stomach. He kicked at Adam in an attempt to push him away. The air around him felt scarce.
Roman rubbed his head, which was splitting with pain. He swallowed, taking another final swing at Adam before he stumbled back again. Roman blinked, the objects around him finally returning to sight.
"That all you got, Princey?" exasperated Adam, wiping the blood resting on his lips. He lunged forward, leaping towards him. He snarled, grabbing at him.
Roman reached forward to push Adam back. He held his arms up to frantically block his face from all of Adam's swings. He elbowed Adam in his side, the closest possible range without having to remove his defense. An ache in his arms, white hot with pain. An attempted punch towards Adam's face, eventually making contact with his shoulder instead.
The impact wouldn't stop, constant punches against his skin. Roman gasped for air, tensing all throughout his body. He grimaced, bracing for the impact of more burning sensations before Adam was suddenly flung off of him. Roman recoiled, bending over and trying not to throw up. The world around him began to spin, and he felt dizzier than he'd ever felt before. He collasped onto the floor, rest tugging at his eyelids. Blood splattered all over his face, bruises scattered on other parts of his body.
Logan frantically snatched Roman's bag as the teacher escorted Adam out of the room, scolding him as she did so. He searched through his emergency contacts before clicking one of Roman's dads' numbers, a complete gamble at whether he was calling Janus or Patton; though it really didn't matter. He just needed Roman to get help.
Logan ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. He'd never intended to put Roman in a situation of harm this intense. He slowly approaced his boyfriend, eyes wide with concern. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?" He asks gently, Roman's phone vibrating in his hands.
Roman swallowed, he opened his mouth to speak but a bit of blood began to spill out."I'm sorry Specs," he wheezed. He felt a bit of the tension in his muscles fade as Logan pressed his hands on his wounds.
Roman held a tissue against his nose, bandages now plastered over his knuckles, chin, and parts of his jaw. He felt a lump tighten in his throat, a puddle underneath his eyes. Everything hurt possibly even more now that that fight had finished, adrenaline worn off.
"Wheres my baby boy?!" Patton sobbed, rushing into hospital room where Roman sat, frowningly deeply. "Oh Roman," he huffed, kneeling beside his bed. He softly cuped Roman's face, face worn with worry. "How are you doing?"
A miserable laugh escaped Roman, "Well the doctor said I most likely broke my nose," he answers, "So a prince is thriving," he sulked. "I think I hurt my jaw too, and my arms are all bruised."
Patton rubbed his leg, what looked to be the only part of Roman's body that wasn't covered in bandages. "Your dad told me what happened, or at least what you told him about what happened," he sighed, "But you're gonna be okay, I know it! You're my strong prince, always have been." He insisted, though that was partially to calm his own anxieties. The moment Remus called him from the car while Janus drove Roman to the hospital, he felt sick to his stomach.
Normally, that alone would help ease Roman's worries but right now he just felt even worse. If he was actually a strong prince he'd be able to properly defend his boyfriend, instead of losing miserably against Adam fucking Dotson. But Roman loved his parents, and he especially didn't want Patton to feel worse. So, he cracked a smile,nodding along. "Thanks Dad, I love you."
Patton remained kneeled next to his bed, "I love you too Ro, we all do," he exhaled, "None of us want you getting in fights and hurting yourself."
Roman's smile faltered for a moment, a frown tugging at his lips. The lump in his throat tightened, his voice quivering as he spoke. He shook his head, desperately trying to hold back tears. "Is Logan here?" he asks, he really wanted to talk to him now that he wasn't being punched in the face.
Patton glanced towards the door, "Yeah, yeah he's here kiddo. He drove himself here when he found out you were sent in," he confirms, his voice light and soft.
Roman gaze followed Patton's towards the door, where he could see through the window Remus, Janus, and Logan seated right outside,waiting. "Can you ask him to come in? I royally need to talk to him," he requests, rubbing the bandage sat on his chin.
Patton placed a kiss onto Roman's forehead, gently patting his head."Of course, I think I need to help your dad fill out paperwork anyway, " he watched Roman fidget with his bandages or press his hands against his wounds and he swore his heart shattered.
Logan slowly trotted into the room, creaking Roman's door open and gently closing it behind him. His eyes widened, darting to all of the bandages scattered around Roman, and if his body wasn't damaged it was likely covered by a dark, growing bruise.
Logan sighed softly, approaching him with caution. He cleared his throat, "Hi," he greets shyly.
Roman couldn't help but laugh, chuckling under his breath, "Greetings, Specs," he replies, setting the tissue down for a moment. Luckily the bleeding on his nose had begun to subside, but it was still broken. "Listen I'm sorry, I should have been able to protect you better than I did. I mean I'm your boyfriend and not only that but I hold myself like some sort of prince but I can't even win a fight," he rambled on, tears slowly began to fall as he spoke.
Roman sniffled, frantically shaking his head and wiping his eyes. They wouldn't subside though, streaming down his cheeks.
Logan's frown deepened, he grabbed Logan's hands, rubbing his thumb against Roman's hands. "Roman please," he reaches over with his free hand to wipe his tears. He shook his head, "Don't apologize, frankly I feel physical violence to be a rather immature and arrogant solution to conflict anyways," he began. Logan huffed, "Though you tend to he rather immature and arrogant at times so I suppose your disappointment makes sense," he admitted, gently moving his hand up to card through his hair.
"My point is, you didn't have to do that for me, and even though I know why you did, I'm not remotely upset you lost the fight," he assures the other. "I'm just upset that you got in a fight in the first place." Logan watched as Roman shifted uncomfortably.
"Not upset at you," Logan quickly clarified, "upset at the situation," the hand that still had Roman's placed inside it squeezed his hand, while the other was running his fingers through his hair. "I love you."
Roman swallowed, attempting to blink away his tears. "Not as much as I love you, Nerd," he cooes softly. "It's why I did this in the first place," he explained, "I couldn't just sit around and watch him do that to you! Thats like Flynn Ryder just watching mother gothel hurt Rapunzel!"
Logan snorted, shaking his head, "I am nothing like Rapunzel, Roman," he corrects, rolling his eyes.
Roman groaned, rubbing his temples, "Oh MY GOD Logan, you're gonna hurt my head more than Adam did," he exclaimed in disbelief, paired with a dramatic sigh. "You're so literal. It was a metphor, Einstein." Roman felt a smile tug on his lips, watching as Logan pursed his lips, fighting a soft giggle.
"What'd you even say to Adam anyway?" Roman asked after their laughter calmed. "Bruise his masculinity?"
Logan felt his face flush in embarrassment, "Well he was debating with his friend about the morality of gay people, saying it was gross and a sin," he exhaled in exasperation, "Or really just being homophobic in general, so I corrected him because things he was saying was genuinely incorrect and he started getting all defensive and so I told him he was a pathetic piece of shit," he admits, watching Roman's jaw drop.
"He then began to argue with me and I told him he was being a moron since he couldn't grasp basic concepts of sexual and romantic attraction. "
"Oh my stars Specs, that somehow made you even hotter. "
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doodle-png · 2 years
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dndeceit · 8 months
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Too many WIPs, so here’s a fic idea free to good home:
It’s a Parent Trap AU, where Roman and Remus were separated at a young age and later adopted individually by Janus and Patton(*) respectively. Both kids love and are loved by their dads, but have difficulty relating to them: Roman sometimes doubts the sincerity of Janus’s praise, and Remus struggles with just how much he and Patton fail to understand each other. 
The twins reunite at their school and pull off the switch, each finding in the other parent something they were missing. They decide that they need to get their parents together. Hilarity ensues...
Except, this is also a superhero AU: Janus and Patton are retired rivals, each independently trying to raise a kid with powers in a world that fears and misunderstands them.
Logan runs the school for powered youth where the brothers reunite.
(Oh, and the twins were originally separated because their reality bending powers manifest unstably when the kids spend time together...)
(* Moceit is just what first came to mind, but there’s lots of ways this could work. Maybe Loceit, with Patton taking the part of the teacher. Analogical with Virgil as the former villain? Janus as the teacher, aware that the twins are pulling shenanigans, and enabling their bullshit? The possibilities are really endless here...)
I’m elbow deep in other stuff, but I just want to enable some superhero AUs, okay?
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hyperfixated-homo · 1 year
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Can I request a moceit dads thing?
-g
Mociet meet-cute
Janus takes the twins on a playdate. Their friend’s parent is much cuter than he thought they would be.
Ao3 link
I have no thoughts they’re just cute. its more mociet than dad content, hope that’s alright :)
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"Slow down, you two! You're going to break something!" Janus called exasperatedly.
Remus and Roman ran faster, almost sprinting away from him and towards the house at the end of the neighborhood.
He silently apologized to all of the wonderful people he was sure they were disturbing in the quiet area. It was only nine in the morning and his boys were shrieking like he'd taken away their toys and left them in a closet to starve.
He hoped Mr Heart had some wine in his house. Janus didn't think he could handle dealing with the disaster twins for another day and a half without some alcohol.
There was a slight chill in the autumn air today. The leaves had begun to change to a spectacular display of reds and yellows. Here and there, some had begun to fall from their branches, only to get crushed beneath shoes and car tires. A cloudless blue sky covered a neighborhood of pretty little houses painted all the colors of the rainbow. The wind carried a mix of the tree's scent and the newly fallen leaves.
Janus smiled at the pleasant weather and grabbed the collar of his thick, warm sweater. He pulled it up and grinned at the sun. It was a good day for the kids to have chosen to have a play date.
He strolled towards the address Virgil's dad had given him over the phone (a light blue one, he noted, fifth down the street).
He could see his little eight year olds standing at the driveway. They were both almost vibrating with excitement, calling him over in voices that were far too loud considering he was less than five meters away.
It only made him grin harder.
He made it to them and the boys practically dragged him to the front door. Remus jumped up on the fence to ring the doorbell ("Once is enough, Squishy!") and before he knew it the door was opening with a quiet creak.
And Janus was promptly met with quite possibly the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life.
The man stood a good few centimeters taller than him, but didn't tower over him by any means. His clothes are simple, a pair of beige khaki shorts and a light blue golf shirt that almost matched in shade with the walls of his house. Soft, kind eyes sparkled at him from behind thin circle glasses, and he wore a smile that made Janus want to know him.
To put it simply, Janus was very, very gay.
Thank god for his three years of theater in middle school, without it he might have just died on the spot.
"Hi there kiddos! You got here just in time, I just finished some cookies that I was going to give to Virgil." God, he sounded like a sweetheart too, this is so unfair. Who gave him the right to look and sound like that? He sounded like he was glowing. How the hell can a person sound like they're glowing?!
Janus felt himself slip into a smooth, honeyed voice almost automatically. He plastered a smirk that he hoped seemed sly and not completely infatuated onto his face.
"Of course, darling. Give the kids a sugar rush before they go out and play. I'm sure that won't end in disaster."
He winced internally at how condescending that came off, but was pleasantly surprised when Mr Heart just chuckled.
"Virge usually need some sugar before they go out. He doesn't like the outdoors all that much" he explained, voice still bright and shining.
"It's a wonder he gets along so well with mine then." Janus responded dryly, rolling his eyes for extra flair (the boys had to learn their over-the-top dramatics from somewhere).
The man laughed again and stepped back to let them in.
Roman and Remus said hello as quickly as they could before sprinting to the counter, yelling hellos at another kid they could now see sitting there.
"I'm Patton," he beamed, holding his hand out "it's nice to meet you!"
Janus took his hand, and instead of shaking it brought it up to his mouth.
"Janus King" came his reply, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that Patton didn't see past his clever facade.
And it seemed his prayers were answered, as Patton stuttered over his words, face turning a pretty shade of pink. Janus found himself staring at the freckles the color brought out.
"Cookies!" he exclaimed suddenly, "I- uh- I just baked some cookies if you want them? I could make you a drink too if you'd like- I mean most people want a drink with cookies-"
Janus found himself giggling at his new friend's poor attempt to hide his scrambling, but he took pity on him and decided to accept the change in conversation.
"Do you have any tea?" he said warmly.
"Ah- yes!" Patton turned on and started walking towards the counter. He only blushed harder when he realized that Janus wasn't planning on letting go of his hand any time soon. "What kind do you like?"
Conversation flowed enjoyably as they made something to snack on. Patton was easy to talk to, and he was charming and charismatic when he wasn't busy being a flustered mess. His sense of humor was not the kind Janus indulged in usually, but he found himself laughing along to his silly puns and dad jokes more often than not.
He laughed a lot around Patton. And not even necessarily in a flirty way either.
The smell of freshly baked shortbread cookies, sweet with the scent of vanilla and honey, waft through the air. The sound of their boy's joyful laughter filled any quiet that may have been present at the little house.
With sugar on tongue stars in his eyes, Janus decided that the twins were going to be spending a lot more time in this house.
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milkhoney531 · 1 month
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Was I supposed to be writing? Let alone a new story? No. Did I anways? Yes. Chapter 1 of CaZ is up!
Summary:
Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?
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Loceitality parent trap au?????????? 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
Janus and Patton break up as young adults but its a mutual The One That Got Away situation, Patton gets together with Logan and they have Virgil, Janus gets together with An Asshole and has the twins
severeal years later they reconnect and the kids take one (1) look at mutually pining moceit and say "oh theyve got it bad lets fix it :3"
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emoprincey · 1 year
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storm!! trick or treat friend!!
may i humbly request moceit or loceit with drabble prompt “are you a witch?” in the spirit of spooky season? (i found it somewhere lol)
- blue 💙
Thanks for the lovely prompt! It may have taken me until the middle of December to get around to writing this vaguely Halloween-themed fic, but here it is!! I flipped a coin and got tails for this one, so here's some moceit angst :))))
As much as Patton knew that coven meetings were essential, he was secretly glad when this one drew to a close.
He'd already been zoned out for the past fifteen minutes, his gaze fixed on a hanging bundle of herbs just beside the coven leader's head, thinking about his boyfriend waiting for him back home. He wondered if Janus would've started on dinner yet, maybe he'd be cooking that delicious pasta dish Patton loved so much... or maybe he'd simply be sitting by the fire reading a book, snuggled adorably in a jumper far too big for him as he waited for Patton to return.
That thought made the longing in Patton's chest grow stronger, and he hurried to put his quill and notepaper into his satchel.
"Hey, Pat," Virgil stopped him with a hand on his arm.
Patton smiled at his friend. They'd known each other since they were kids, as most witches in the same coven did, and he'd been best friends with Virgil since before they could walk. "What's up, Virge?"
"Will you be able to make it to spell practice with me and Logan on Saturday?" Virgil asked.
Patton sighed. "I don't know... I feel like I haven't been spending much time with Janus recently, I was going to spend Saturday afternoon with him."
Virgil nodded. "He doesn't suspect anything, does he?"
"Not a thing." Patton hesitated. "I feel bad, keeping all this from him. Being a witch is a big part of my life, and I know the situation's complicated, but I do wish I could tell him."
Virgil bit his lip, just barely nibbling at a piece of dry skin there - a force of habit that happened when he was particularly nervous. "It's your choice, but you should do what's safest for you. You know we have to be careful."
Patton nodded ruefully. He knew all too well how much people in general distrusted witches, and though Patton loved Janus, he knew he had to be particularly careful. Because Janus' parents were witch hunters, and though Janus had never seemed to have anything against witches himself, all of Patton's friends had tried to dissuade him from telling his boyfriend about his true nature for his own safety.
"I think... if I'm honest with him about it, he'll be okay with it," Patton said, searching Virgil’s eyes for any kind of assurance. When he found none, he turned away, but Virgil gently held onto his arm.
"I just want to keep you safe, Pat," Virgil said. "But... it's your decision. Please, just think carefully about it."
Patton nodded. "I'll keep myself safe, don't worry."
He patted Virgil’s shoulder before he left.
Patton spent the walk home thinking about his options. He really, truly wanted Janus to know everything about him, and in his heart of hearts he didn’t believe that Janus would turn him away if Patton was completely honest. So, he made a decision. He'd tell Janus, maybe tomorrow over dinner. He'd sit Janus down with his favourite meal, and explain to him all about what being a witch really meant, how different it was from what Janus must've been taught - leaving out any details about his coven, just to be safe.
Yes, he could do this, Patton thought happily as he opened the front door and hung up his coat.
He first made for the kitchen, but it was empty, with no evidence that Janus had started cooking anything. He wasn't in the living room with a book, either, which was a little odd. Perhaps he'd decided to take an afternoon nap, though the hour was creeping towards evening.
With a strange feeling of apprehension, Patton pushed open the bedroom door. But Janus wasn’t having a nap, the bed was empty... with Patton's magic equipment laid out across it.
He always took his wand and fundamental spellbook with him to coven meetings, but his collections of spell components, his spare wand, and his books of more obscure spells had been taken from under the loose floorboard and strewn across the bed.
At the end of the bed, Janus stood, staring at the objects.
"Jan, I can explain-" Patton rushed to his side, but Janus held up a hand, and Patton couldn't bring himself to continue speaking or moving.
"Patton," Janus' voice cracked, and he looked at the floor, clearing his throat. "Patton, tell me honestly... are you a witch?"
His voice was small, as if he dreaded the answer, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.
Patton swallowed the emotions that were blocking his throat, and nodded. "Yes. I am, but I swear I was going to tell you. If we just sit down and talk about this, I can explain everything."
Janus shook his head. "What is there to talk about? You've been lying to me for months, Patton. You knew my parents were Guardians, and you didn't even tell me that you... that you're..."
Patton almost scoffed at the name - Guardians, that was what the witch hunters called themselves, as if they were protecting the general population by hunting innocent witches and forcing their communities into hiding.
"Get out," Janus said, before Patton could speak again. "You're lucky I don't tell my parents about this."
Patton looked up at him in surprise. "Why won't you?"
Janus didn't look at him, and when he spoke, his voice was choked. "You know why."
And Patton could feel his heart shattering, because he did know why. Janus had never been open about his emotions, but with Patton, he tried. When Janus found it difficult to get the words out, they found ways around it.
"What?" Patton would ask, when he caught Janus gazing at him while they relaxed in the evening, his eyes filled with so much love that it made Patton's chest ache.
"You know what," Janus would smile, pressing his lips to Patton's hand.
"Jan..." Patton said, watching his boyfriend scan the items on the bed, still in slight disbelief.
Janus ignored him, walking past as if Patton was invisible. "I'm giving you half an hour. Get all of that stuff," he gestured to the spellcasting items with disgust, "and all your other things out of my house. And don't even think about coming back."
Reluctantly, Patton moved towards the bed, and began folding his spell components back into the cloths. But when Janus reached the bedroom door, he couldn’t help calling out.
"Wait."
To his surprise, Janus stopped, waiting for Patton to speak.
"I just..." Patton said, looking into Janus' eyes for what might be the last time. "You know."
The room was dark, and Janus was haloed by light from the hallway, but Patton could see his eyes prick with tears. Then, Janus nodded, flashed Patton and achingly sad smile, and walked away.
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spicycreativity · 1 year
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hello friend!
for your writing thing - moceit (or loceit i’ll let you choose), with numbers 16, 5 and 236
no idea what i’m asking for but have fun LOL
Hello friend!
Loceit + ghosts in love AU [236]
December 2006. College student Logan Winter has a brain aneurysm on the third floor of the Lake Hawes Library. A book on astronomy lays open on the floor in front of him. The book stays on the floor for three days.
June 2010. An out-of-control vehicle crashes into the first floor of the Lake Hawes City Library, shattering one window and striking recent graduate Janus L'Ecole. Paramedics will declare him dead on the scene. He is buried with the library's copy of The Idiot.
The Lake Hawes City Library remains open.
Atlas of the Heavens lay open on the rough gray carpeting. Every now and then, pages turned with a sharp flick as though struck by a short-lived but severe breeze. A faint shape flickered in the breeze from the air conditioner, humanoid, lying on his belly. Logan pushed up his glasses and turned another page.
He grunted at a weight on his lower back, air leaving his lungs in a rush. He had long since given up trying to make sense of his current state (no he hadn't), unable to reconcile reality with understanding. He was dead. He was breathing. Life went on.
Well, he wasn't breathing at the moment. Mostly due to the influence of Janus' weight on his diaphragm. 
"You know," Janus drawled, spreading himself over Logan's back, "Rochester has been married the whole time."
Logan rolled his hips a little. "Can I help you with something, starshine?"
"I've heard the most shocking rumor." Janus rolled over, landing on the floor without a sound. He dipped through it for a moment before finding his orientation beside Logan.
Logan sighed and shut his book. "And what might that be?"
"You'll never believe it." Janus' spectral face was lit up in a grin; his brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight from the windows.
Logan had had plenty of time to practice keeping a straight face. He gave away nothing, the way they always played their little games. "Try me."
"Babe." Janus dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "They're saying the library is haunted."
Few things were enough to draw a smile out of Logan, let alone a laugh. But the corner of his mouth twitched, a fond light coming into his eyes. "If my calculations are correct, that rumor has been around since early 2007."
"Oh, yes," Janus said, as though Logan had confirmed a point he'd been making. "The kids downstairs said they saw the ghost of a young, devilishly handsome young man."
"Janus—"
"Oh, and some random nerd, too."
"A library full of books and you still feel the need to make up stories."
Janus flopped over onto his back, grin never abating. "Many have said I had a promising career as a writer in my day."
Logan adjusted his glasses again. "I thought you said you wanted to be a lawyer."
Janus sat up and stole a kiss, so quickly that Logan barely registered the fainted brush of lips on the tip of his nose. "Yes, but I could have been a writer. You know, sultry, sordid romances, dead husbands and sanguine ex-wives, that sort of thing."
"I don't doubt it." Logan raised an eyebrow. "Although I do have to ask: 'sanguine' as in 'hopeful' or 'sanguine' as in 'bloody?"
"Oh, pick your poison."
Logan turned back to his book to hide his smile. "You know, I think I have."
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