#prideprompts2020

[gaylotusthatexists]

ten minutes

pairing: intruloceit

summary: Logan’s boyfriends, Janus and Remus, drag him out to a pool. This is not something that Logan wants.

trigger warnings: sympathetic janus and remus, casual discussion of murder (jokingly), please let me know if i need to add anything

word count: 920

a/n: day thirteen!!! today’s prompt was ‘fun in the sun’ and once again i am projecting onto logan haha, i hope y’all enjoy this ^^

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Logan sat at the side of the pool, reading a book as usual. His boyfriends had dragged him out to the local pool, since it was summer and he apparently needed to get out more, get some sun. Logan didn't really understand the appeal of swimming or sitting the sun - all it did was get him wet or sunburnt respectively, neither of which he particularly cared for. But, his boyfriends had both thought this would be good for him, and of course he'd never refuse an offer to hang out with the two of them, even if he wasn't exactly talking to them as they were both in the pool and he was sat safely on the side. In all honestly, Logan was quite happy to be alone with his book - being outside was nice in a way, peaceful almost.

That was, until Janus climbed out the pool and came to sit besides him, his hair stuck to his forehead and skin almost sparking in the sunlight. Logan tried his best to remain calm upon seeing his boyfriend shirtless - it wasn't as if this was the first time he'd seen him shirtless, but he'd never seen him get out of a pool before. Logan shuffled a little away from Janus, further under the shade, and cleared his throat.

"If you touch me whilst you're wet, I will not hesitate to kill you," he said, slowly placing his book down.

Janus smirked. "You don't have the guts to kill me."

"Says who?"

"Logan, you won't even kill a spider."

"Spiders are very valuable to our ecosystem, Janus," Logan argued, "and they don't do anything to harm us. Do you want the house to be filled with flies?"

Janus just continued to smile, fondly. "You should come in the pool," he said, changing the conversation.

Logan grimaced. "No thank you."

"Why not?"

"Firstly, I'm not a massive fan of getting wet," he began. "Secondly, public pools are incredibly unhygienic. Thirdly, I know for a fact that Remus will immediately splash me in the face and I do not care for that at all. Fourthly-"

"Okay, okay." Janus sighed. "Just for fifteen minutes. It seems a waste if you come here and don't even go for a little swim."

"I'm quite happy sat reading in the shade," Logan said. "Honestly, it's worth me coming here just to see you two having fun."

"Yeah, but we want you to have fun as well."

Logan sighed. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"

"Nope."

He stared at Janus for a moment longer, in consideration.

"You can keep your shirt on, if you want," Janus said. "I promise not to splash you. I'm sure Remus can control himself enough for me to explain to him that you don't want to be splashed."

Logan drummed his fingers on his legs. "Alright. I'll give you ten minutes."

"Fifteen?"

"Ten," he reiterated.

"Alright, fine. Ten."

Janus grinned. The two stood up and made their way to the side of the pool, Janus getting straight in but Logan starting by just sitting on the edge, his feet only just in the cold, cold water. He stared down, noticing a few pieces of grass and dead bugs floating around - gross. He also glanced around at the amount of kids swimming around, not exactly the cleanest of people either. But he'd already made his decision, and he didn't want to disappoint either of his boyfriends.

"C'mon, Logan!" Janus called, from a few metres into the pool. "Just jump in!"

Logan groaned. This was not what he'd been wanting to do with his weekend. Taking in a deep breath, he slowly lowered himself into the pool, cringing again at the cold water. He feet touched the ground, the water going up to his waist - Logan was taller than both of his boyfriends, with the water at Janus neck and Remus' armpits, although he imagined both of them were sunk a little further into the water whilst he was stood up straight. He slowly waded his way towards them, arms up in the air and refusing to touch the water. He could do this. Just ten minutes, then he could dry off his legs and get back to reading.

He felt someone collide against him and he stumbled down into the water with a splash, head going underneath the water for a terrifying second. He reemerged from the water, gasping for air, and noticed Remus latched onto his side, a manic grin across his face. "Logan!"

Logan pushed himself away from Remus, trying to recompose himself. The water was now up to his shoulders, as he now crouched rather than stood straight, and his hair was soaking wet. Everything was blurry - he'd left his glasses at the side, and could now barely make out Remus' face just centimetres in front of his. Well, this was just perfect.

"Remus, I'm going to murder you," Logan said, monotonously.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Remus retorted, grinning widely and swimming away.

Logan swam to catch up with him, tackling him into the water as well, a taste of his own medicine. Remus didn't seem angry or annoyed - he was giggling, playing, splashing Logan. And Logan was splashing back. Janus joined the fight, all three soon exploding into a fit of giggles, and eventually hugs and kisses in the water, playing games and racing and perhaps having a little more fun than Logan had expected.

And maybe Logan stayed in a little longer than ten minutes.

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #intruloceit #logan sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #my fanfic #my writing

[hollenka99]

Pride 2020 Prompts

It’s almost June and I got the sudden urge to create a prompt list. So feel free to use them as inspiration. I’ll be using #prideprompts2020 as a tag.

1. First meeting 2. Kiss 3. Caught looking their way 4. Flag 5. Letters 6. Surprise 7. Confusion 8. Date night 9. "I can't imagine my life without you." 10. Treating themselves 11. Question 12. Chilling on the sofa 13. Fun in the sun 14. Boundaries 15. Growing old together 16. "Who would have thought?" 17. Supportive 18. Night sky 19. Impressing one another 20. Sticks and stones 21. Sunset 22. Self discovery 23. Won't let go 24. Parade 25. Mistake 26. Ring 27. Smile 28. Anniversary 29. The one that got away 30. The future

#writing #writing prompts #pride month #pride prompts #fluff prompts #tried to keep them as open as possible #never made a prompt list before #prideprompts2020

[esperinkdraws]

Happy Pride I’m not too satisfied with this

stuffs: an almost-panic-attack, self-doubt

pride prompt: caught looking their way

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It was the beginning of pride month and Virgil was just buzzing with anxious energy.

He chewed on a fingernail as he stared towards a few tables set up in the field.

Since it was the beginning of pride month, the Pride club at the school was doing a little lunch event. There were people around, eating lunch and laughing with each other.

He was particularly looking at two specific people: Patton Heart and Roman Prince.

Well, looking at their accessories.

Roman was wearing a full-on rainbow sash as he sat and recounted some dramatic story to Patton, who was smiling and watching as he gestured.

Patton was… also wearing pride accessories, and holding a flag. She was wearing a bracelet with the colors of the nonbinary flag, and a new pronoun pin.

Patton had always been rather open about her gender identity, ever since she had come out to several people at the beginning of the semester, and Roman had always defended her whenever someone said anything about it. Virgil had assumed that they were partners, in the romantic sense.

But Virgil recognized that flag. Of course he recognized that flag, it was--

His musing was cut short when he realized that Roman and Patton were looking back at him. Virgil flushed red and he quickly looked away, heart pounding. He didn’t hear the soft footsteps nearing.

“Hi Virgil!”

Virgil looked back up. Patton was standing there, smiling at him. Virgil cleared his throat. “Um, hey,” he said.

Patton beamed when he responded. “Do you want to sit with me and Roman?”

“Isn’t that like… a club event thing?”

Patton shrugged. “Well, yeah, but anyone can come and get lunch. That’s why there’s an information booth.” She pointed at the info booth that Virgil hadn’t even realized was there. “It’s also to get new club members.”

“Uh… I guess I can sit with you, then.”

Patton smiled again, gesturing for him to follow her with her flag, and walked back to the table she and Roman occupied. Virgil trailed after her.

When they got there, Roman scrutinized him. Virgil shifted uncomfortably.

“So,” he said (they said? Virgil just noticed a small, genderfluid flag pin.), “are we so cute that you had to stare at us for half the lunch hour?”

“Um, no,” Virgil said before he could properly think of an answer, “I mean-- uh--” Just a few more seconds of stammering and he’d be on his way to a spiral.

“Virgil,” Patton said, and he returned his attention to her. “Can I touch you?” He nodded, and she tapped a familiar breathing pattern onto his hand. 

When he calmed down, Roman looked apologetic, and Patton looked just the slightest concerned. “I’m sorry,” Virgil mumbled.  

“It’s okay,” Patton assured him. “I am curious myself, though,” she continued, “Why were you looking over here?”

“I just-- how can you…?” Virgil took a deep breath. “How can you be so… open, about who you are?” Patton and Roman tilted their heads, and Virgil looked down, staring momentarily at Patton’s aro pride flag, before looking back up at them, for answers.

“It can be scary at first,” Patton said softly. She glanced at Roman, who nodded.

“Indeed,” Roman agreed. “But once you accept yourself, you find that other people’s opinions matter far less.”

“Of course..,” Patton mused, face thoughtful, “it’s easier when you have friends.” Then she beamed. “We can be friends!”

Virgil smiled a little, but he didn’t seem satisfied with their answers. “But how do you…” Virgil looked down at Patton’s aro flag once again, “how do you accept who you love… or don’t love?”

Patton tilted her head again, but then she looked down at her flag. Then she looked back up at Virgil. She held it out for him to take. “Want it?” she asked.

“It’s yours,” Virgil said. “I don’t… want to like, steal it from you.”

Patton smiled. “I have an extra one in my backpack. This is yours, if you want it.”

Virgil hesitated. Patton was being sincere and…

He opened his hand, and Patton placed the flag in it.

Well, maybe it was a start.

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts virgil #ts patton #sanders sides fic #mystuff #myff

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Pride Prompts 2020 Day 6- Surprise

Some Klave with a little bit of spice!

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Klaus' face looked shallow under the shitty lighting of the rundown motel. A cigarette hung loosely from his fingers as he pulled and poked at his cheeks and forehead. There were a few spots and scars here and there from the stress that came from war.

In an oddly sick fashion, he fit in quite well in the army. He got meals, bad, greasy ones but meals nonetheless, a bed, clothes and, most importantly, people who cared about him. Whether it was reluctantly or due to actual compassion he wasn't sure.

He was used to fighting because of the wonderful atrocity that was his childhood. The dead people had been hard to adjust to, there were fellow soldiers as well as angry Vietnamese people. However, this particular war was infamous for the excessive drug use that the soldiers partook in.

Most people smoked, cigarettes and weed. Others went further and took pills, coke, LSD or even heroin. One of his comrades who lived up to the troubled youth stereotype, was Chris,a college grad who did anything to block out the pain.

Some other comrades were Pope, a devout Catholic who had accepted the draft when it came for him, CJ, a loyal lovestruck man whose only lifeline was the dream of marrying his girl at home, Richard, an avid Tolkienist, and Miller, a real life cowboy who had taken the draft to prove something to his dad. 

These guys had been slow to trust him, with his modern ideals and openness with his expression. Klaus had found it hard to trust them too, having spent so long not being enough for people and having to give something to get basic respect. Yet, as he began to take his time there lore seriously, the guys took him into their makeshift family and that was that. 

Dave was different though. He'd taken an immediate liking to Klaus, guiding him through the battles and caring for him when times got tough. 

He was patient, not leaving when Klaus' bad self-esteem and trust issues waved red flags whenever someone got close to him. There were so many amazing qualities about him that dazzled him. From his open heart to loyalty, he was so wildly different from anyone he'd ever associated himself with before.

Their first kiss had been magical. To say the least. He couldn't truly recall what they were talking about prior, something deep and intimate that had powered Dave to reach out and kiss him. His lips had been moist from the liquor, the dull burn that came with it spread to Klaus' mouth as they stood frozen in time. He could still feel the light sheen of sweat on Dave's face and hand from the night's dancing.

They kissed for the rest of that night, and their leave. Dave's deep rooted homophobia scaring him from going further than supple lips and smooth caresses in low lots rooms and clubs.

But, last night had changed that. They'd spent just over a month with barely any touches, pretending, putting on a mask of heterosexuality. So with the free willed nature of leave, Dave had grabbed Klaus and made hot, sweet love to him.

The air had been thick with humidity and pleasure. Dave had rocked carefully in and out, fresh anxiety preventing him from going too fast or hard. Instead he'd pulled out the groans and gasps from his lover slowly, taking Klaus apart bit by bit as he licked, sucked and bit every inch of his skin. 

That was what he'd been admiring in the mirror. The hickies and bitemarks that stood out against the pale skin that had only just gained a slight tan. 

He smiled, because these marks showed that he belonged to someone, and meant something to someone. That he wasn't just a body or a junkie. He was a person, a person who was loved.

Smooch. Dave made his boyfriend jump as he snaked his arms around his brittle middle, kissing the marks that he was so proud of.

"You surprised me there,sweetheart," Klaus said, leaning his head to the side to let Dave get more leverage to kiss his way across his shoulders and wrapped a hand in his hair.

"Didn't know you were so deep in thought," He chuckled, letting one hand move towards his privates as he nestled them closer. "Wanna go for another round this morning,"

They shared a look, "I mean yeah, but you're going to tire me out before the day's even started," He said and turned around, pushing the two back onto the bed.

"You just drive me crazy, so crazy that if I don't get to touch you when I can, I might explode if I don't make the most of our situation," He'd sat upright now and pulled Klaus onto his lap as he carried on kissing and adoring his neck.

"You continue to surprise me," He replied, shuffling slightly and tilting Dave's face up to kiss his eyes, then his nose and finally his mouth. "But that's enough talking for now, Mr Katz, why don't you surprise me even more with your love making skills?"

They grinned at each other maniacally before Dave said, "Will do Mr Hargreeves, will do," and flipped them over to fully use their time together

#bear writes #tua #the umberella academy #umbrella academy #prideprompts2020 #klave #klaus/dave #klaus x dave #klaus hargeeves #dave katz #vietnam war #nsfw. #slightly #fluff

[ao3feed-spirk]

by bearinapotatosack

Jim was enamoured, there was a spell cast upon him that would not go away for a while. He wouldn't argue that he was more than partial to the man, the mere sight of Spock could lighten his day and he admitted to feeling fearful for him on missions when he got into any danger. It came with the job but the irrationality that came with love didn't care if he was employed by danger. If his heart could have its way, Spock wouldn't ever be in a life or death situation ever again.

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Day 3- Caught Looking Their Way

Words: 1752, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Pride Prompts 2020

Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: The Original Series

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Spock (Star Trek), James T. Kirk, Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu, Nyota Uhura, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Montgomery "Scotty" Scott

Relationships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk & Spock, James T. Kirk & Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Pavel Chekov & Spock

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Fluff, Humor, Light Angst, Canon Compliant, Cute Ending, Spock Loves James T. Kirk, James T. Kirk Loves Spock, Insecure Spock (Star Trek), Vulcan Kisses, PridePrompts2020

#AO3 works tagged 'James T. Kirk/Spock' #Spirk #James T. KirkxSpock

[ao3feed-stucky]

by bearinapotatosack

His heart was racing, Tony was the only Avenger who knew about this, and he was in a coma, in Wakanda. Today was the day Peter had been waiting for, for months, he had come out to some of his friends and family and was eager to go to the large New York Pride Parade

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Peter comes out to the Avengers

Words: 802, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Pride Prompts 2020

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Thor

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Trans Peter Parker, Trans Male Character, Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Genderfluid Character, Coming Out, Pride, Supportive Avengers, Fluff, Tony Stark Lives, Natasha Romanov Lives, PridePrompts2020

#Bucky #AO3 works tagged 'James Barnes/Steve Rogers' #ao3feed #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #c

[ao3feed-klave]

by bearinapotatosack

The air had been thick with humidity and pleasure. Dave had rocked carefully in and out, fresh anxiety preventing him from going too fast or hard. Instead he'd pulled out the groans and gasps from his lover slowly, taking Klaus apart bit by bit as he licked, sucked and bit every inch of his skin. 

~~

Klaus gets lost in thought.

Words: 884, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Pride Prompts 2020, Part 2 of The Umbrella Academy

Fandoms: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Dave (Umbrella Academy), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Dave/Klaus Hargreeves

Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Fluff, Morning After, First Time, Vietnam War, Boys In Love, PridePrompts2020

#AO3 works tagged 'Dave/Klaus Hargreeves' #ao3feed #fanfic #klave #klaus x dave

[gaylotusthatexists]

missing

pairing: dukexiety

summary: Remus hasn’t heard from Virgil in a while and is beginning to worry.

trigger warnings: sympathetic remus, disturbing imagery, intrusive thoughts

word count: 696

a/n: day twenty three :0 today’s prompt was ‘won’t let go’ and. idk how i feel about this one b u t i hope y’all enjoy this ^^

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Remus hadn't seen Virgil in a few weeks, and he was seriously beginning to worry. It wasn't unusual for Virgil to go completely off the grid, every now and then he'd need to take breaks from everything for his mental health, but usually he'd at least tell Remus what was going on, at least tell him that he would be unavailable for while. But he hadn't spoken to Remus since they last saw each other, never answering his phone and not even a single text.

Remus tried his best to stay calm about everything, tried his best to keep the nasty thoughts out. The thoughts of Virgil lying dead on the street, blood pouring out onto the pavement, no witnesses and no one finding the body. He knew that Virgil probably wasn't dead - he was the most cautious person that Remus knew, and if something had happened Remus imagined he would have heard about it. It was likely that Virgil was just staying at home, maybe he needed some time for himself.

Taking in a deep breath, Remus held up his phone to his ear again, staring at his wall as he waited for Virgil to pick up. An image flashed through his mind, of Virgil tied up and crying, unable to reach his phone, slowly wasting away. He blinked, trying to get that thought away. Virgil was fine. Eventually, Virgil would pick up and Remus would know that he was fine. Remus wasn't going to let go of this.

No answer. Remus threw his phone across the room, going to hug his knees and slowly rock back and forth, in an attempt to calm himself down. Remus remembered his last conversation with Virgil - he'd seemed pretty out of it, more anxious than usual, not really responding to anything that Remus had said. Had something happened that Virgil didn't tell him about? What- What if Virgil never came back?

No. No, he would, he had to.

Remus picked up his phone again, checking Virgil's social media for any sign of life. He hadn't posted anything anywhere since weeks before their last meeting. That wasn't really unusual either - again, going off the grid was pretty normal for him - but Remus wished he could find something, even just a little message so he knew that Virgil safe.

Another week passed, but still nothing. Remus had contacted all his friends and acquaintances to see if he'd heard anything from Virgil, but still nothing. He'd tried to contact Virgil's family to see what was wrong, but still nothing. He'd made posts, called Virgil every day, even considered contacting the police - the only reason he hadn't was because it wasn't really his place to do so, if he was well and truly missing his family would put something forward, surely.

Another week passed, and Remus finally received news. A single post on Virgil's tumblr, just a dot, a tiny bit of proof that he was still alive. Remus continued to call and message, beginning to think that maybe Virgil was avoiding him - no, he wasn't avoiding Remus, he wouldn't do that. Probably.

And finally, one day Virgil picked up.

"Virgil!" Remus exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief. "Virgil, are you okay?"

Silence, for a long time, until Virgil quietly said, "Why do you keep calling me?"

Remus frowned. "I- I was worried," he said. "You completely disappeared."

"I thought... I thought you might have given up by now," Virgil said. "Everyone else has."

"Virgil, I'd never give up on you," Remus promised. "I wouldn't just let you go like that."

A long silence again. Remus could hear Virgil tapping his finger on the phone. "I'm sorry," he finally whispered.

"It's okay," Remus said. "I just... want to know if you're okay."

"I'm not," Virgil admitted.

"Do you... want to talk about it?"

Virgil hesitated. "No."

"Oh." That was fine - Virgil didn't exactly owe Remus an explanation.

"Can I see you?"

"Sure." Remus smiled. "You want me to come round?"

"Can... Can I come to yours?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah." Remus heard ruffling on the other side of the phone. "I'll be there soon." He hung up.

#prideprompts2020 #thomas sanders #sanders sides #dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #my fanfic #my writing

[gaylotusthatexists]

saviour

pairing: analogical

summary: Logan comes to Virgil’s rescue.

trigger warnings: bullying, blackmail, violence, knife mention, blood mention, implied homophobia, please let me know if i’ve missed anything

word count: 1061

a/n: day nineteen! today’s prompt was ‘impressing one another’ and. this is only loosely based on that ajsjsh i mean virgil is pretty impressed with logan so there’s that ig. yeah idk how to feel about this one but i hope y’all enjoy?

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Virgil felt someone grab his shoulder and his back hit the wall, cringing upon impact. For a few moments, his eyes remained closed as he tried to steady his breathing, until he opened one and saw that same guy, again. He really should have been expecting this by now - he’d completely forgot that they had their last lessons in the classrooms next to one another, and hadn’t be able to avoid it that day. Brilliant.

“What do you want?” Virgil spat, mostly just fed up with this whole ordeal.

“You said you’d have my essay done for yesterday,” the guy said, gripping tighter on Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil’s eyes darted around the hallway - no one else in sight, no one to save him.

Virgil looked back at him, looking him dead in the eye. “I have my own essay to write as well. I can’t-“

He felt something sharp against his stomach and his eyes widened. He glanced down for half a second, then back up, body stiffening. Why the fuck did this guy have a knife?

“I’ll ask you again,” he said calmly, “where is it?”

“I don’t have it.”

The knife was pulled away, and for a moment Virgil was able to breath, until he received a fist to the face and he was one the floor, staring at the tiles and breathed in and out. There weren’t even any cameras in this hallway, were there? No witnesses, no chance of someone coming to help.

The guy crouched down, grabbing Virgil’s hair and forcing him to look in his eyes. “Need I remind you that I know everything? One more slip up, and everyone will know all about how you cheated in last years maths-“ Virgil hadn’t cheated himself - he had stolen the mark-scheme to give to this guy, hadn’t even looked at it himself, but if this guy said anything the teachers would be less inclined to believe Virgil. “-and everything you’ve been doing for me-“ That wasn’t really a problem for Virgil - it was him who was cheating, not Virgil, but again, the teachers wouldn’t know the difference. “-and about your crush on-“

“Shut it,” Virgil growled. If... If anyone found out about that, Virgil would be dead. “I’ll... I’ll have it for tomorrow.”

The guy gave him a sickening grin, then punched him one more time in the stomach for good measure. Virgil fell back to the floor, curling in on himself.

“Hey!” someone shouted from down the corridor. Virgil glanced up and, for a moment, relief settled on his face - Logan was here, Logan, here to save him. But then that relief immediately faded when he realised that now Logan knew, and- and this guy could tell him everything, Virgil would be dead by the end of this.

“Aww,” the guy said, mockingly, “your boyfriend’s come to save you.” Virgil glared at him, but said nothing.

“Leave him alone,” Logan said, stepping closer to the guy.

The guy stood up, leaving Virgil on the floor, and folded his arms. “Make me.”

Virgil heard a crack, then a crash, and the next moment the guy was on the floor, holding his cheek. Virgil’s eyes widened. Had- Had Logan just punched him? Virgil watched Logan move over and lean down besides him, grabbing his shoulder. “I’ll say this one more time: leave Virgil alone. I’m sure you parents won’t be too pleased with their darling son coming home with a broken arm, would they?”

“What the fuck?” he whispered. “You- You can’t threaten me like that.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I? And I suppose when the teachers ask what happened and I tell them you were hurting poor Virgil here, they won’t believe me, a straight-A student with a clean record, but they’ll believe you, barely passing with about three months worth of detentions?”

The guy just stared at him, shivering under his grasp.

Logan smiled. “Didn’t think so. So, are you going to leave Virgil alone from now on?”

“I could tell everyone,” he said. “I know you and Virgil are gay. Everyone would hate you.”

“Would they, now?” Logan laughed. “Do you honestly think people would give a shit?”

“I...”

“Just leave,” Logan said, letting go of him. “If you so much as breathe in Virgil’s direction again, you’ll get a lot more than a bruised cheek.”

The guy scrambled away, and Virgil was left to stare at Logan, in complete awe. He had no idea Logan had that in him, and - God, Virgil had never been more attracted to Logan. He couldn’t say that to Logan, though. Hopefully- Hopefully Logan just thought the guy was trying to scare him, hopefully Logan didn’t believe what he’d said.

Logan turned to Virgil, moving up to inspect his cheek. “Are you okay?”

Virgil nodded, even though he really wasn’t okay. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m- I’m used to it, really.”

Logan frowned at that, and looked like he wanted to say more, but instead just helped Virgil stand up and began to walk out the school with him. “Here,” Logan said, handing Virgil a wipe. “You shouldn’t get more than a bruise, but you should probably clean up a bit of the blood.” Virgil immediately did so. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “That was, uh... That was great. I’ve- I’ve never seen anyone else stand up to him before.”

Logan smiled. “It’s no problem, Virgil. I just can’t stand seeing innocent people getting hurt.” They walked in silence for a moment, Virgil shoving his hands into his pockets, until Logan finally said, “So. You’re gay as well?”

Virgil’s shoulders stiffened. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say to that. Because, yes, he was, but nobody knew that and he kind of wanted to keep it that way. But, at the same time, Logan had said as well, meaning... he probably was gay too. Which was comforting, in a way. “Yeah,” Virgil decided to say, lowering his voice to a whisper. “But, uh, no one else really knows that, and if my parents found out they’d probably kill me, so-“

“I get it,” Logan said. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks, again,” Virgil said, breathing out.

“You really don’t need to thank me, Virgil,” Logan said. “If you’re ever in trouble, you can come to me, yeah?”

Virgil smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.”

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #analogical #virgil sanders #logan sanders #tw bullying #tw blackmail #tw violence #tw blood mention #tw knife mention #my writing #my fanfic

[gaylotusthatexists]

questioning

pairing: moceit (could be romantic or platonic)

summary: Patton is questioning their gender and goes to Janus for help.

trigger warnings: sympathetic janus, please let me know if i need to add anything

word count: 520

a/n: day eleven of pride month! today’s prompt was ‘question’. this was a lot of fun for me to write tbh, enby!patton is my favourite ok.

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"Hey, Jan?" Patton asked, peaking his head around his flatmates door. Peaking... her head around Janus' door? Patton wasn't entirely sure, and it was annoying... him to no end.

"Yeah, Pat?" Janus said, pushing away from his desk and twisting his chair around to face him.

Patton slowly stepped into the room and sat down on Janus bed, taking in a deep breath. "I have a question."

Janus raised an eyebrow. "And that is...?"

"You..." Patton fiddled with his fingers. "You used to be a girl, right? And now you're not?"

Patton tried his best not to focus on the discomfort that flashes across Janus' face, and how his shoulders seemed to stiffen up. "Yes, I am transgender, if that's what you mean."

"Yeah." Patton glanced around the room, trying to avoid Janus' eyes. "How did you know?"

Janus was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I never really felt like a girl. One day I realised how much being seen as a girl made me uncomfortable. It took years to figure everything out, though."

Patton nodded, beginning to stand up. "Okay. Okay, yeah." He- She- They? They had a lot to think about.

"Out of curiosity, why are you asking me this?" Janus asked.

Patton froze for a second, before slowly sitting back down. "I... I don't think I'm a guy," she said, still refusing to look Janus in the eye.

"Oh," Janus hummed. "Would you prefer she/her pronouns? If he/him doesn't quite fit?"

Patton tapped her leg. "I don't know. Maybe? I... don't really feel like a girl either, though. Like, when I think of gender it's just... like, what is even the point, you know? I don't... There doesn't seem to be a difference. And I really hate he/him, but she/her isn't... much better." It felt nice, to get everything that had been bugging her out, but... thinking about everything again just made him even more confused.

Janus scooted closer on his chair. "Have you considered that you may be nonbinary?"

Patton blinked. "What's that?"

"It's an umbrella term for those existing outside the gender binary," Janus explained. "People who don't strictly identify as male or female."

Patton frowned. "You can... do that?"

"You can do anything you want, Patton." Janus smiled. "There are more specific labels, of course, but generally speaking nonbinary also works as a label itself."

A small smile crept onto Patton's face. "That... That sounds nice. So... what pronouns am I meant to use, then? Because neither he nor she is... good."

"A lot of nonbinary people use they/them, but, of course, it's entirely up to you," Janus said. "You can use gendered pronouns if you prefer, or neopronouns if you find some that fit."

Huh. That was... "They/them sounds nice," they said. "Could you... use those for me, now?"

Janus nodded. "Of course. Let me know if that changes, yeah?"

"Yeah." Patton grinned. "Thank you, Janus."

"It's all good, Pat."

They'd still have to think about this. They imagined that they'd have to think about it a lot. But, this was at least a start.

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[gaylotusthatexists]

sleepless night

pairing: parental anxceit

summary: Virgil can’t sleep, filled with confusion over what his crush on a boy means. His stepdad, Janus, is here to help.

trigger warnings: questioning sexuality, internalised homophobia? (kinda?). let me know if i need to add anything

word count: 1111

a/n: day seven of pride prompts! today’s prompt is ‘confusion’. this was very fun for me to write haha, hope y’all enjoy~

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Virgil laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It didn't make sense. None of this made any sense. He was trying, trying so hard to understand what was going on in his brain, but...

Ugh. He glanced over at his clock - well past midnight. He really should have been sleeping. But no, he was just lying in his bed, trying to make sense of the world, of himself, launching himself deeper and deeper into a crisis, and he couldn't for the life of him think of a way out of this. He just wanted to stop thinking, give himself chance to breathe.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to get his mind to shut up and will himself to sleep, but to no avail. Eventually, he sat up and turned on his light, figuring if he wasn't going to sleep he might as well do something useful. He moved over to his desk and began to draw - his therapist had recommended that to him, just doodling without thinking about it too much, without worrying whether the drawing was 'good'. It was suppose to relieve stress, or calm him down. However, glancing down at the drawing, he didn't grow any calmer.

It was that guy again. From his maths class, the guy who sat near him - Virgil didn't know his name. He always found himself staring at this guy, and- and recently the guy had been showing up more, in his mind and in his dreams. Virgil wanted to talk to him, to hold him, to-

No. No, he didn't want that. He didn't want to kiss the guy. He couldn't - they were both boys, that wasn't how things worked. He was just- just making things up, probably. Eventually there'd be a girl who made him feel the same things, right? Yeah, there must be. Surely.

He teared the drawing up and threw it in his bin, moving back towards his bed again. This wasn't working. Maybe- Maybe he just needed to sleep. Yeah, sleep sounded good. He turned his light off again and laid back down, closing his eyes and...

Ugh. This still wasn’t working. He turned his light back on.

There was a gentle knock on the door. Alarmed, Virgil pulled his quilt over himself and pretended to sleep again, as someone opened the door and walked in, sitting down on his bed.

"Virgil, my darling, I know you're awake," a voice said, as a hand began to slowly stroke his shoulder, comfortingly.

Sighing, Virgil sat up. It was his stepdad - Janus. He still wasn't sure what his mother saw in this guy, always out late and never really doing much for the family. But there wasn't really anywhere to escape to.

"Are you alright, Virgil?" Janus asked, moving closer.

Virgil did nothing. He stared down at his sheets.

"Is there something bothering you?" Janus hummed. "Perhaps we should schedule an appointment with Dr Picani sooner-"

"No," Virgil said. "You don't have to do that. I'm fine."

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you up at two in the morning?"

Was it really already two in the morning? Virgil fiddled with his fingers. "Couldn't sleep," he said, quietly.

"Want to talk about it?"

Virgil hesitated. In truth, yes, he did, he very much wanted to talk about it. He wanted to know what was wrong with him, and maybe asking an adult would help him understand. But at the same time, he could harm his already iffy relationship with his stepdad. He didn't exactly... trust Janus, not just yet. And what if this was really bad? What if Janus hated him for it?

"You can talk to me, y'know," Janus said. "I don't bite."

Virgil breathed in. His relationship with Janus already sucked, so... he supposed he had nothing to lose. "I'm... I was thinking. A little too much, I think. I don't know. It's..."

After a few moments of silence, Janus said, "Go on."

"I want to kiss a guy," Virgil murmured. "Is... Is that weird?"

There was a long silence between them. Virgil had fucked up, he was sure of that. He kept his eyes locked on the sheets below him, until Janus reached over and tilted up his head with his fingers, forcing Virgil to look him in the eye.

"Virgil, honey, that isn't weird at all," he said, softly. "I want to kiss guys too, sometimes. I have, in the past, actually."

Virgil blinked. "But- But you and my mom-"

"I'm bisexual," Janus stated.

Virgil frowned. "What's... What's that?"

Janus glanced around the room, before withdrawing his hand and shuffling even closer to Virgil. "I'm attracted to both boys and girls, and everything in between," he said. "Like, I'll date either, I'm not picky."

Virgil's eyes drifted back down to his bed. "You can do that?"

Janus nodded. "Yeah. A lot of people are like that. Do you think you're-"

"I've never wanted to date a girl," Virgil said. "I... I kind of thought I just hadn't found the right one yet. But then this guy..."

Janus hummed. "Perhaps you're gay, then."

Virgil stiffened. "What?"

"You know, homosexual, attracted to-"

"I thought that was just an insult," Virgil said. "Everyone at school-"

"People who use 'gay' as an insult are idiots," Janus said, a hint of anger in his voice. "All 'gay' means is that you're attracted to people who have the same gender as yourself."

Virgil blinked. "Oh."

"Do you... think that fits you?" Janus wondered.

Virgil picked at his bedsheets. "Maybe? Kinda. I don't know. This is the first time I've ever been attracted to anybody, let alone..." He trailed off.

Janus smiled. "Well, there are plenty of other labels out there," he said. "I can help you search, if you like. Or, of course, if you don't want to label yourself you don't have to. Just... know that it's perfectly normal to experience attraction towards guys, yeah? And if one day you come home with a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend, I'm not going to judge."

A small smile broke out on Virgil's face. That... That did make him feel a little better. "Could you help?" he requested. "I... If there's other stuff I could be I'd like to know my options."

Janus nodded. "Of course. But first you should sleep. I can help you out in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," Virgil breathed. He laid back down, snuggling up to his quilt and feeling a lot better than earlier in the night. Janus smiled at him a while longer, before standing up and turning off the light, closing the bedroom door gently. Virgil finally drifted off to sleep.

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #platonic anxceit #virgil sanders #janus sanders #momceit #my fanfic #my writing

[gaylotusthatexists]

a not-so-quiet afternoon

pairing: logince 

summary: Logan is trying to spend a quiet afternoon in the library when someone comes and disturbs the peace.

trigger warnings: none that i can think of but let me know if i need to tag anything

word count: 1030

a/n: so uhh happy pride month! i'm gay and wanna celebrate this s o imma try to post a one shot every day based off of this prompt list (which btw if you wanna request anything feel free). today's prompt is first meetings :) hope y'all enjoy~

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Logan glanced up from his spot in the library, frowning as he saw a man barge in, loudly announcing his presence to the librarian and asking for directions. Rolling his eyes, Logan returned to his book, but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as said man continued to stomp around the library, apparently unaware of those trying to study around him. And then, of course, of bloody course, the man came and sat down on Logan's table, shoving aside some of Logan's notes to make room for his own books, which he proceeded to not read, instead doodling on a piece of paper and checking his phone every few seconds. Logan was half tempted to stand up, shove the newcomers books off the table, and storm out, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. This was his table, he'd got here first, and if anyone should move, it should be the new guy.

"Excuse me," Logan said, quietly, "but would you mind moving to another table?"

The man looked up, eyes widening upon noticing Logan. Logan couldn't quite read his expression, but it seemed as though had just noticed Logan sitting there. His hair was unkempt and he looked tired, or stressed. That confused Logan, slightly, as he had seemed rather confident when he entered the library, so Logan had assumed he'd be pretty well put together. Logan sat quietly, waiting for a response. It didn't come, the man instead returning to his doodling.

No, that wasn't doodling. Upon taking a closer look, Logan realised he was doing work - maths work, it looked like. And he was doing it wrong, if Logan's assumptions were correct - which they usually were. Still, that didn't excuse his previous behaviour of moving Logan's notes, ones that he'd worked pretty hard on. Huffing, Logan gathered up his own books and notes, planning to move to another table himself. He hoped that the guy picked up on his huffing.

"Wait," the guy said, just as Logan began to get up, "I'm sorry."

Logan blinked. He slowly sat back down, looking at the guy curiously.

"I'm just a little stressed right now," the guy admitted. "If I don't pass my maths exam tomorrow I'll lose my scholarship and then I'll never-" He winced. "Sorry, shouldn't unload that on you."

"It's quite alright," Logan said, carefully. "Do you require assistance? I've worked as a maths tutor in the past, perhaps I could-"

"Could you?" the guy asked, hope in his eyes. Logan nodded, and scooted over towards him. "Oh, thank you, thanks so much!"

"Keep your voice quiet," Logan said. "Remember we are in a library."

"Oh, right." He looked a little embarrassed, but Logan chose not to focus on that.

"Now, what do you need help with?" Logan inquired.

The man stared at the paper in front of him. "Uh. All of it?"

"Ah. Well-" Logan began to explain the concepts on the guys questions - which he'd had on his phone, so that explained why he'd been checking it every few seconds - and tried to point out and explain the many, many mistakes that he had made so far. They spent a while going over the topics, eventually moving onto more material that the guy was also struggling with. Logan, of course, had no problem with this - whilst it was a bit of a shame that he couldn't continue his rather interesting research on black holes, he also quite enjoyed teaching, sharing his knowledge, and if it helped this guy then Logan would be happy.

When their study session finally came to an end, the man looked far less stressed, and rather grateful for Logan's help. "Thank you," he breathed, "thank you so much."

"Do you understand everything a little better?" Logan asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. That was- That was really helpful."

Logan smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."

"I'm Roman, by the way," he said.

"Logan," Logan returned. "Do you attend the college?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah. I'm majoring in Performing Arts, but had to retake maths because... well, you can probably tell."

It was clear that Roman didn't want to talk about it, so Logan didn't dig. "I major in Science."

"Cool." Roman didn't sound like he really cared, but that didn't bother Logan. "Do you have a phone?"

Logan nodded. "Yes?"

"Mind if I take your number?" Roman requested. "In case I, uh, need more help. Unless it's too much of a bother, that is."

"Oh, no, it's not a bother at all." Logan took his phone out his pocket and handed it over to Roman, allowing him to put in his own number.

"Oh, love your case," Roman mentioned, as he handed Logan the phone back.

Logan hummed, then his eyes widened. He forgot that he had his pride case on - a simple rainbow flag, with an ace heart in the centre. Usually he stuck to his plain case, still unsure if this city was completely queer-friendly - his previous city hadn't been so accepting, and he hadn't been attending this college for so long - but he'd put it on the night before after a sudden spurt of confidence, and apparently forgot to switch it before heading out that morning.

"Thank you," Logan said, quickly putting his phone away. He considered Roman, noticing a rainbow pin on his jacket. Oh - perhaps Roman was queer as well. A small smile grew on his face. "I like your pin, as well." He hadn't actually met another queer person at the college yet, the only other queer person he knew at all being his nonbinary friend Patton, from back home. Of course, Roman might have just been wearing it to show his support, but Logan wanted to believe otherwise.

"Would you like to meet up some other time?" Roman asked. "Like, not as a maths thing?"

Logan's smile grew wider. "Yes, I think I would like that."

"I'll message you, yeah?"

"Yes, that sounds good."

Roman stood up, gathering his books and notes. "Well, thank you, again. See you soon?"

Logan nodded. "Yes. See you soon."

After Roman walked away, Logan let out a breath he hadn't been aware that he'd be holding. Huh. This could be interesting.

#prideprompts2020 #sanders sides #thomas sanders #logince #logan sanders #roman sanders #my fanfic #my writing

[gaylotusthatexists]

too late to back away

pairing: dukeceit

summary: Janus needs to come clean to his boyfriend before it’s too late.

trigger warnings: sympathetic janus/remus, alcohol, discussions of sex (only briefly, not nsfw)

word count: 1641

a/n: day seventeen!!! today’s prompt was ‘supportive’. i’m actually pretty proud of this one, this was a lot of fun to write haha. i hope y’all enjoy <3

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Janus picked at his fingernails, eyes locked on the table in front of him as he waited for Remus to return with their drinks. He didn't know why he thought this would be a good idea - Remus probably thought this was just a regular date, they pretty much always came to this café anyway, sat at this same table by the window, and Remus had been so happy earlier, what if Janus screwed everything up by doing this? Things were going so well between them, what if Remus thought he was weird, or if it made him lose interest in Janus, or-

Janus breathed in and out, and tried to ignore how his hands were shaking. He glanced down at his gloves, half tempted to shove them back on to stop himself from picking at his nails and to hide how sweaty they were, but he decided against it, because he wouldn't be able to eat and drink with them on. He needed to at least act somewhat normal, so that Remus didn't suspect that anything was wrong. Janus needed to be calm, he needed to act as though everything was just fine. He didn't want Remus to be afraid that they may break up, or that Janus was hiding something.

Well, Janus was hiding something, he supposed, but not like that. No, this... this shouldn't impact their relationship too much, unless it hurt Remus in which case Janus would be okay with ending things. He just wanted Remus to be happy, and... and if Janus couldn't make him happy, then he deserved someone else, someone who could. And... he supposed it was better to get it out now, before things got too serious and it was too late. He just... He needed to be honest with Remus, he didn't want to mislead Remus into anything.

Remus returned with their drinks and cakes and sat down, immediately launching into a speech, as Remus usually did. Janus had always been a quiet person, happy to just listen to others, whilst Remus had always been a rather loud person, wanting to make his opinions known and release his stories into the world. Janus couldn't quite remember what Remus had been talking about - probably some movie or video game - as he'd been too busy stressing over how to bring up the thing, and thinking of every possible way it could go wrong and how he'd bounce back from that. Surprisingly, Remus didn't seem to notice the anxiety slowly settling on Janus' face.

Well, not at first, anyway. As Janus lifted up his tea to his lips, Remus frowned. "Are you okay, Jan? You seem kinda out of it."

Janus drank his tea a little longer than necessary, coughing when he placed his cup down as he very nearly choked, before he plastered on a strained smile and nodded at Remus. "I'm quite alright, Remus," he said, voice a little higher than usual.

Remus' frown deepened. "Are you sure?" He took a bottle of vodka out of his bag and poured a little into his coffee, before taking a sip. Janus tried his best not to be concerned and a little disgusted at that.

"Yes."

"Absolutely positive?"

"Yes, Remus."

"So I don't need to murder anyone?"

"Yes- what?"

"Nothing."

Janus sighed. He took a bite of out his cake, then slouched back in his chair. "Alright, yeah, in all honesty, I'm not doing great," he said, immediately regretting it, but he'd come too far now to turn back. Couldn't this conversation wait a little while? Until next week maybe? Next month? Next year?

No, no. He needed to do this now.

Remus' expression softened. He leaned across the table. "What's wrong?"

Janus breathed in. He glanced around the café, eyes focusing on the elderly couples sitting around, as well as some younger people who weren't exactly the kind of people that Janus could trust, until his eyes eventually landed back on Remus. "Can- Can we talk about this somewhere else?" he asked, not wanting anyone to listen in to his conversation.

Remus blinked. "Yeah, okay." He took another bite out of his own cake, then downed the rest of his drink. "You're not breaking up with me, are you?"

"No, no, I-" He paused. Well, maybe. It really depended on Remus' reaction. But... "No." He didn't want to break up with Remus. It would be fine.

Janus drank the rest of his tea and finished his cake in silence, and Remus continued to talk about whatever he'd been talking about before. Once his cake was finished, Remus drank one of those milk pots that were meant to be put into coffee or tea like he'd drink a shot, then stood up. "Alright, your place or mine?"

Janus hesitated. "Uh... how about the park?" he offered, not wanting to go home and still dreading to find out what Remus kept in his bedroom.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Y'know, I think that's the first time you've been willing to spend more time outside with me than necessary," he said. "I thought you hated sunshine?"

Janus rolled his eyes. "Actually, I don't like the cold. Sunshine is quite nice. And it's still barely spring."

"Sure, Jan." The two grabbed their bags and began to walk out the café, towards the park on the other side of town. It was a Saturday afternoon, so Janus assumed the park would probably be fairly busy, but he also knew of a place in the park that was quiet enough and hidden enough that nobody should bother them. It also meant there probably wouldn't be anywhere to easily escape to if this conversation went worse than Janus already feared, but... it would be fine. Things would be fine.

Maybe if he kept lying to himself, it would become true.

They arrived at a small pond at the back of the park, away from all the screaming children and exasperated parents. Janus sat down at the edge of the pond, staring at the ripples forming across the water as Remus began to chuck small stones in, apparently unable to contain himself - Janus couldn't help but smile fondly at that. Eventually, Remus sat down besides him and got that bottle out his bag again, offering some to Janus.

"No thanks," Janus politely declined, not in the mood to drink straight vodka. Remus just shrugged and drank some himself, before digging into his bag again and taking out a bottle of wine. Ah, that was a little more tempting. He probably needed it, as well, considering what he was about to tell Remus. He took the bottle and had a small sip, not wanting to drink too much but happy to have it as an option.

"So," Remus said, stretching out his legs and twisting his body slightly to face Janus, "what's wrong?"

Janus tapped his fingernails on the glass bottle in his hand. "Nothing's... wrong, per se, but... I do need to talk to you about something."

"Spill."

Janus breathed in. "I... I don't want this to change your opinion on me, and I need you to know that I love you more than anything and still think you are the most beautiful person in the world, but I..."

Remus' eyes widened. "Wait, you are breaking up with me, aren't you?" He cursed under his breath. "Did I do something wrong? I know I can be a little much at times, but-"

"No, Remus, I'm- I'm not breaking up with you," Janus promised. Remus looked relieved by that, but still a little on edge, as though he was scared to hear what Janus was going to say next. It wasn't too late to back down now, was it? No, yes, he needed to just... get it out. "I'm ace," he blurted out, immediately wanting to sink into a hole and die because damn he'd really just screwed up his chance of living happily with Remus-

"Is... that it?" Remus tilted his head.

Janus breathed in and out. What the hell was that reaction meant to mean? He'd expected annoyance, maybe anger at the worse, but... not confusion. Maybe confusion over what ace meant, but not... not that. "Yes?" Janus said, quietly. "I... I understand if you can't work with that, like if you're interested in having sex it may not be a brilliant idea to be with a sex-repulsed asexual, so if... if this won't work, I completely understand, I really just want you to be happy, so-"

"Janus," Remus said, cutting Janus off. "I literally could not care less. You're asexual, that's fine, I'm still madly in love with you."

Janus let out a breath. Did... Did that mean Remus was fine with it? Were things actually fine? "So you're..."

"I'm cool with it," Remus said, with a smile. "Y'know I'll always support you."

Janus felt like he was going to cry, but for entirely different reasons than he'd been anticipating. "I-"

"Was that what you were so worried about?" Remus questioned.

Janus nodded, slowly. "Yeah, I... I didn't want to mess up what we have."

Remus snorted. "Janus, you could literally murder someone and I'd still be in love with you. I mean, I'd help you hide the body, and everything."

Janus tried his best not to laugh at that. He ended up just taking another gulp of his wine, then leaning back, looking at Remus with fondness.

"So," Remus said, "anything else I need to know?"

Janus blinked.

"Like, how far am I allowed to go?"

Janus blushed. Oh. "Er, I don't know, kissing is fine I guess-"

Remus nodded. "Gotcha." He took a large gulp of his vodka, almost scaring Janus. Eventually, Janus scooted over towards him and rested his head on his shoulder. Smiling, Remus wrapped an arm around Janus, pulling him closer. Things were okay. He was okay.

#prideprompts2020 #thomas sanders #sanders sides #dukeceit #janus sanders #asexual!janus #remus sanders #tw alcohol mention #my fanfic #my writing

[gaylotusthatexists]

a rainbow heart

pairing: lamp

summary: Virgil goes to his first ever pride.

trigger warnings: none that i can think of but let me know if you spot anything

word count: 887

a/n: day twenty four!!! today’s prompt was ‘parade’ :) i hope y’all enjoy this <3

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Virgil lifted his hood up and glanced out over the crowd, trying to keep his head low and stick close to his boyfriends. He felt Roman wrap an arm around his shoulder and relaxed a little, a small smile growing across his face. His boyfriends had made a much greater effort in terms of their outfits - Roman looked fashionable as ever, wearing a crop top displaying the trans flag in a heart and blue jeans, Patton was wearing a rainbow-patterned dress with a nonbinary flag wrapped around their neck like a cape, and Logan had gone for a slightly more casual look than usual, with just a polo shirt and a rainbow bowtie. Virgil himself hadn't gotten dressed up, instead just wearing his purple patch hoodie and black ripped jeans as usual, although looking around at everyone else he thought that he maybe should have put in a little more effort.

It wasn't exactly his fault - unlike his boyfriends, he didn't own any pride merch, and wasn't really confident enough to go around in full outfits like them. Plus, his parents didn't know he was here, so he thought it best to keep a low profile, to avoid anyone he knew noticing him.

"You okay, Virge?" Patton asked, glancing over at him as the four walked towards the park, where the pride event was to be held.

Virgil nodded and shot them a quick smile. In truth, he was... well, he wasn't entirely sure how he was feeling. This was his first pride, and of course he was excited and all, and it felt wonderful to see other people out here who were like him, just nice to know that he wasn't alone, but he also couldn't help but be filled with anxiety over all of this, because he could no longer stay hidden, and there were so many people he didn't know, and-

They arrived in the park and it was an awful lot busier up closer. Loud music played from the other side of the park, a live musician Virgil was pretty sure, singing some pop song that he didn't recognise. Roman spotted some of his other friends and went to say hello to them, Virgil's anxiety spiking as Roman lifted his arm off his shoulder. Logan followed Roman, quickly mumbling to Virgil and Patton that they'd catch up soon, and Patton dragged Virgil off to some stalls along the side of the park.

Virgil's eyes moved over the millions of pins on display, some with quotes he snorted at and a bunch of flags he didn't even recognise. A couple pins caught his eye, but he decided not to think about them too much, instead watching Patton purchase a 'they/them' pin.

"You should get one!" Patton encouraged. "They could go with the other pins on your bag."

Virgil bit his lip. He did want one, and that bi pin in the shape of a little ghost really did shout out to him, but...

He found himself pulling some money out his pocket and handing it to the vender, taking that ghost pin and putting it on his jacket. He'd have to take it off before he got home, but that would be fine - chances were his parents wouldn't even notice, or recognise, it on his school bag.

Patton dragged him back towards Logan and Roman, who'd since moved away from Roman's friends. Logan then led them to a hot dog stand where they got their lunch and a drink, which was probably a good idea. After eating and chatting for a while longer, Virgil slowly beginning to gain more confidence amongst his people, they went to look around some more stalls, Roman buying a larger trans flag and Logan buying a small ace flag.

They found themselves near the front of the stage, Roman and Patton dancing without a care in the world whilst Logan and Virgil watched fondly, Virgil singing along to the song under his breath.

"C'mon, aren't you gonna dance with us?" Roman shouted over the music, smirking at the two of them.

Logan rolled his eyes. "You know that would end in disaster, Roman."

Roman just grabbed Logan's hand and spun him closer, which Logan didn't protest against. Sighing, Virgil found himself joining the three of them, casually bopping to the music and occasionally twirling Patton around. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would - all the anxiety he'd felt about coming in had faded, and he was instead just happy that he now had a place where he could be himself.

Eventually, the four left the stage area and moved to a quieter area of the park, sitting down on the grass and eating a little bit of the picnic Patton had brought with them. Virgil ended up with his head laid in Logan's lap, as Logan's fingers slowly stroked through his hair in a soothing manner. Logan cuddled up to Roman's side, and Patton laid between all three of them, pointing up at the sky and describing random clouds they saw.

Virgil just laid there, smiling. This was nice. Just lying here, with the loves of his life, surrounded by other people who accepting him, who would hear his voice, who were exactly like him. He almost didn't want it all to end.

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[gaylotusthatexists]

shooting stars

pairing: analogical (could be read as romantic or platonic)

summary: Unable to sleep himself, Virgil is surprised as he finds Logan also awake at three in the morning.

trigger warnings: insomnia, please let me know if i need to add anything else

word count: 1125

a/n: day eighteen y’all!!! today’s prompt was ‘night sky’. whenever i see something vaguely related to stars my brain just starts screaming analogical so here we are ahdkdhsh i hope y’all enjoy this ^^

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Virgil laid awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling. How long had he been trying to get to sleep again? He'd stopped binge watching Netflix around... one in the morning, he thought. It was beginning to get boring and didn't really ease his thoughts, which was what he was hoping would come with sleep. But all lying down in complete darkness staring at the ceiling did was make his thoughts louder.

It was three in the morning now, according to his clock. Roughly two hours, just lying here, numb to the world around him. Sighing, he sat up and crawled out of bed. This wasn't working. Maybe a walk would help? He used to take early morning jogs - which he'd never admit to anyone, and stopped doing once he found out that Roman did the same thing, only a little later and on a different route - so maybe an early morning (or late night, he wasn't sure what this counted as) walk would be nice. He slipped on his shoes, hoodie, and headphones, and slowly made his way out of his room and down the stairs, treading carefully as to not wake anyone up.

He heard a door creak open and froze. What? Who was there?

"Virgil?" a voice said, behind him.

Virgil slowly spun around, frowning as he noticed Logan stood behind him, with... a ladder in one hand, and a telescope in the other. "Logan?" He blinked. "Wh-Why are you awake?" He hung his headphones around his neck.

"I could ask you the same question."

Virgil folded his arms. "I'm... always awake at this time."

"Falsehood," Logan said. "In all my years of knowing you, I've never known you to be awake before ten am."

Well, that was because Logan didn't know Virgil that well, at all. Or... well, he supposed that in the time that he and Logan had actually been friends, rather than two people who just barely tolerated each other, he never really left his room before ten am, even if he'd been awake for hours before. Although, the fact that Logan knew Virgil wasn't the type to leave his room at three am did beg the question - was Logan frequently up that this time? It seemed unlikely, but... it did worry Virgil just a little bit.

"I'll ask again," Logan said, "what are you doing up at this time?"

For a while, Virgil didn't respond, until he quietly mumbled, "Couldn't sleep."

"Ah." Logan shot him a quick smile. "Perhaps limiting your screen time will help? You need to give yourself enough time to actually fall asleep, and give your eyes rest. Although, calming music may also help, or perhaps a glass of warm milk-"

"I've tried," Virgil said, shoving his hands in his pocket. "I've tried everything. Just... can't sleep. Thoughts are too loud."

Logan hummed, but didn't respond. Virgil's eyes flickered back up to him.

"So, uh, what are you doing up?" Virgil asked. "Couldn't sleep, either?"

Logan hesitated. "I... There's supposed to be a meteor shower and I intend to observe it," he stated, although Virgil suspected there was more to it. "Purely for scientific reasons, of course-"

"Logan, I get it, you want to look at pretty stars," Virgil said. "That's fine, you're allowed to have interests that aren't just for work or learning new things."

Logan breathed. "Yes, okay. I wanted to watch it." He shuffled in his spot. "You could come with me, if you want? It's... If you've been having trouble sleeping due to a lack of calmness, watching the stars can help... calm you down, in a way. It- It helps me, sometimes, when everything becomes a little much."

Deciding to ignore Logan's final remark for now (although making a mental note to return to that later, because that was concerning), Virgil nodded, and said, "Yeah, that'd be nice. If I'm not intruding, that is-"

"You're not intruding," Logan promised, beginning to lead Virgil outside and out the back of the house, where he leaned a ladder against the side of the building. Logan began to climb up. Virgil gulped.

"Is- Is that safe?" Virgil asked, eyes darting around.

Logan, about half way up now, stopped and turned to Virgil. "It's quite safe, Virgil. I've done this multiple times before, haven't fallen once."

"But- But what if I- What if I slip, or something?"

Logan slowly climbed back down. "You go up first," he instructed. "If something goes wrong, I'll be here to catch you, yeah?"

Virgil hesitated, but smiled. Yes, that... that would be good. He slowly began to climb up the ladder, perhaps being a little more cautious than he needed to be, until he reached the roof and sat down, watching Logan climb the ladder after him. The roof was... sturdy enough, and he had a strong enough grip on the tiles that he wouldn't slip off. He was fine.

Logan settled down besides him, setting up a telescope between them. For a while, Virgil just stared up at the clear night sky, a million stars twinkling against the darkness, feeling a wave of calmness wash over him. Logan had been right - this was helping his mind quieten down, and even making him just a little sleepy. Eventually, stars began to shoot across the sky - the meteor shower that Logan had mentioned. And... God, it was beautiful. Logan peered through his telescope, a smile growing across his face, to which Virgil couldn't help but copy.

Logan offered the telescope to Virgil and he took it, staring up at the sky for a while before handing it back to Logan and leaning back. Logan didn't continuing looking through his telescope - instead, he just stared at the sky as well, looking completely at peace.

"Thank you," Virgil breathed, "for bringing me up here."

Logan nodded. "It's no problem, Virgil. In truth, I... I come up here a lot, when I can't sleep. I know I may seem all well put together, but, you know, I get stressed too sometimes, and the stars always help."

Virgil hummed. "Y'know, if you're ever struggling to sleep, you can come to me," he offered. "I'm... probably not great at advice, but I'm up most of the night nowadays, so..."

"Thank you, Virgil," Logan said. "Likewise, for me. I... do try to sleep, but I won’t be angry if you wake me up if you ever need to talk. Or, if you want to use this space, you are more than welcome to."

Virgil reached over, linking his fingers with Logan's hand. Logan twisted his hand around so that they were holding hands comfortably. They didn't say much else, just continued to stare at the night sky, until eventually they found themselves watching the sunrise.

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pairing: intrulogical

summary: Logan and Remus chill after a rough day at work.

trigger warnings: sympathetic remus, brief mention of murder/general violence (‘cause, y’know, remus), please let me know if i need to add anything

word count: 900

a/n: day twelve! actually cannot believe i’ve kept this up so long ngl. today’s prompt was ‘chilling on the sofa’ and intrulogical is apparently my favourite ship so i was upset they haven’t had a fic yet this month they deserve to be happy. i hope y’all enjoy ^^

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Five thirty pm, on the dot. Logan had left his work place at exactly two minutes and forty two seconds past five. It had taken him five minutes and twenty seconds to walk to the bus stop, where the bus was already waiting. There had been very little traffic and no red lights on the journey home. He arrived at the stop at twenty six minutes and seven seconds past five. It took him four minutes and fifty three seconds to walk up the stairs to his apartment, which meant he walked through the door at exactly five thirty pm, right on time.

After changing into something more comfortable - which, for Logan, just meant replacing his button up shirt with a polo shirt, switching out his trousers for jeans, and putting his tie back on a little looser, he returned to his living room and sat on the sofa, going to read that astronomy book he'd been working his way through - he'd started at the weekend and, at this rate, should be finished by the end of the week.

His boyfriend, Remus, wasn't home yet, judging by the eerie quietness of the apartment. He had still been getting ready when Logan had left for work, meaning he would have left the apartment late and missed his usual bus, thus arriving at his workplace around ten minutes late. Usually Remus would work into his break to make up for the lost time, judging by the fact that they had a break at the same time and Remus would usually call Logan, but he never did on days when he was late, or on Thursday, when he met up with his friend Janus for lunch. Today was Thursday, which meant he wouldn't have worked into his break, and therefore will have finished work at least ten minutes late, more likely fifteen as Remus always finished late anyway. So he missed the first bus home, possibly the second if he took a while to leave the building - Remus got easily distracted, so that wouldn't surprise Logan. So, third bus, that should have arrived at the stop around five forty, but it always got stuck at that one traffic light, so more likely at five fifty. In that case, Remus would arrive at the apartment around six, as he always took his sweet time on his journey to the apartment.

Logan glanced at the clock on the wall - five forty one. He could read at a speed of two hundred and fifty words per minute, so with roughly two hundred and fifty words per page, and eighteen minutes to go by now, he could read eighteen pages, bringing him to the end of the chapter, before Remus arrived and distracted him.

So he read, slowly losing himself in the book, before he head a shuffling by the door and Remus' voice loudly announcing his arrival. Logan glanced at the clock - five fifty eight. Interesting, two minutes early. Logan was almost impressed.

That admiration quickly faded, however, as Remus came into the living room and slouched onto the sofa, sprawling himself over Logan's lap. "Give me attention. Now."

Logan sighed and placed his book down on the arm of the sofa, repositioning himself slightly for both his comfort and Remus'. "Rough day?" Logan presumed.

"That bitch Karen won't leave me the fuck alone," Remus ranted. "I'm this close to... accidentally running into her with a knife. Several times. And then accidentally dropping a printer on her head."

"We talked about this, Remus, no murder," Logan said, softly, as he began to stroke his hands through Remus' hair. "Fight her verbally instead. Let her know how terrible she is as a human being."

Remus groaned. "That's no fun." He hummed. "I could spit in her coffee next time she asks me to make one."

"Or just... not make her coffee?"

"Nah, making coffee is a good excuse to get away from her," Remus said, closing his eyes and sinking further into Logan's lap. "Eh. Maybe I should just quit?"

Logan hummed. "Give it time. You've only had this job for a few months."

"I know." He opened his eyes, looking back up at Logan. "At least you're here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Logan tried his hardest not to blush. "O-Of course, Remus. I'm here whenever you need to rant, you know that." He leant down and planted a quick kiss on Remus' forehead. A moment later, after Logan had sat back up and the room had descended into a couple seconds of silence, Remus grabbed Logan's tie and dragged him down, kissing him hard on the lips. Logan melted into it, as Remus sat up and cupped his face, Logan's hand remaining gripped tight to the back of Remus' head.

After drawing apart, Remus collapsed back down onto Logan's lap, snuggling in to his chest. A small smile creeping on Logan's face, he continued to stroke through Remus' hair and picked up his book again, to carry on reading. After a while, Remus pulled out his phone and began to play some mobile game, shifting in Logan's lap every now and then. Logan glanced back up at the clock. Six twenty two, plus thirty seven seconds. They'd have to make some dinner soon, but for now Logan was happy to sit here, with the love of his life, comfortable and warm.

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