#wip exchange

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 4

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Summary: the inevitable clush between the two ex-friends.

Pairings: roceit

Warnings: disability, public humiliation, painful history, angst. I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,183

It's that time of the week again folks! And this time I bring you the first chapter that was written by me only! Hope you all enjoy^^ @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

"That's a terrible idea." Janus deadpanned as Roman finished telling him his next idea for their project.

It was a few days after he… after they toured the potential places of filming their little film.

"What? Why? We can't film it with just the both of us! We need a crew!" Roman protested.

"A different crew, then." Janus said stubbornly.

"Oh c'mon, what's wrong with my friends?" Roman folded his arms over his chest, waiting for Janus' answer.

"I… They don't know anything about film-making." Janus tried to come up with an excuse. Roman might treat him nicely for some unknown reason Janus is still trying to figure out, but that doesn't say anything about the rest of his friends. And.. of course there's um… There's Virgil.

So, obviously Janus can't work with them, he does not have the energy to deal with what that entailed.

"Yes they do! I promise, plus they're really nice and great people… Well, Logan can be a bit stiff but he does have a good heart." Roman continued insisting.

"Just… no, okay?" For fuck's sake that sounded so pathetic, what's wrong with him? Well… besides the obvious.

There was a beat of silence in which Janus could feel Roman's gaze studying him.

"What's your problem with my friends? You don't even know them. I promise they won't judge if that's what you're worried about." Roman said again, though much softer this time.

"I just… I prefer to avoid meeting new people." He settled on, eventually. Which was half truth, true, he hated meeting new people. But, unfortunately, Virgil is far from 'new people'.

"Ohhh I see." Roman said, and Janus let out a sigh of relief. "I'll help you then!" Roman said immediately after, dragging Janus away from the lockers before he processed what was happening.

"What? No! Roman! Let go of me!" He almost dropped his cane from the surprise-dragging, left leg aching as he struggled to keep up and free himself from Roman's grip.

Someone must have walked towards them in Janus' blindspot and bumped straight into him, making him lose his balance and fall painfully on his behind. He heard some faint chuckles and his cheeks burned in embarrassment.

He lost his cane during the fall and attempted to crawl towards it when he saw a hand in front of his face.

"Janus! Oh gosh I'm so sorry… Are you okay? Can I help y-" Roman said distressingly above him.

"I think…" Janus cut him off, "you've helped enough" he hissed at him, finally reaching his cane and using it to help him get back on his feet without Roman's help.

Roman looked down in shame, "right… sorry, I just thought you'll see him coming your way and-" he tried to explain himself but Janus was already walking away, trying to ignore the laughter that followed him.

"O-okay… see you after school for our project okay?!" He shouted over the rackous in the hallway but Janus didn't grace him with a response.

…

Despite not answering Roman about whether or not they'll be meeting after school, he still found him waiting for him outside of his last class. He would have loved to ignore him and go home but they still had a project to finish and he did not feel like failing this class.

Roman bit his lip, "listen, about earlier-"

"Just forget about it, what are we doing today?" Janus cut off his less-than-genuine-apology.

Roman sighed, seeming to have expected this reaction, "...if that's what you want… I thought we could work on our costumes today but…" he hesitated.

"But what?"

"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, Virgil is way better than me when it comes to sewing… but I know you two have a history so… I guess we'll do our best with my skills." He laughed awkwardly.

Janus huffed, "how bad can it be?"

"Um… sewing-my-hand-into-the-fabric kind of bad?"

Janus swore under his breath, heart aching in his chest as he realized there's not going to be any way around it. Life just keeps being oh so kind to him. "Fine… whatever, let's go to Virgil's and get this over with."

Roman smiled in relief, "oh good, I'm sure this won't be awkward at all!" Janus would have said that sentence with a lot more sarcasm but Roman seems to really mean it, ignorance is bliss I guess.

…

"Oh, Roman, what's up man?" Virgil said in surprise when he opened the door, "...and Janus… long time no see?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he noticed his ex-friend at the doorway as well.

"I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me." Was all Janus said as he walked inside after Roman.

"...good to see you too." Virgil sighed, closing the door behind them. "Roman, what did we say about springing upon me human interaction without warning? Texting is not very complicated, you know." He said tiredly, leading them to his room.

"Sorry, Virge, it was kind of last minute and I forgot to notify you, we won't be long though, just need your help with our English project." Roman apologized, Janus staying silent beside him, trying his best to sink into the floor but not really succeeding.

"Oh, the Macbeth one? What do you need me for?" Virgil asked, walking to sit on his bed.

Janus tried readlly really hard to ignore the pinch of nostalgia this place brought, Virgil's room especially… he does not cherish those memories at all… in case you were wondering. He knows now it was all fake, Virgil was just his friend as long as he was his only option, once he got more, he was more than happy to ditch him for those…. Not that Janus cared, alone suited him just fine.

"...what do you think, Janus?"

He was suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on him and he realized he spaced out without noticing. "Um… it's great!" He hoped that fit with the question Roman asked him.

Roman and Virgil exchanged looks, "ah… we asked if it was okay if I measured you guys before I start working on Roman's designs? Are you okay?" Virgil said, frowning at him.

Janus huffed in annoyance, "like you care… and yes, fine, whatever, just make it quick."

Virgil rolled his eyes, "of course, wouldn't want to make you suffer in my company for more than necessary."

"Aw c'mon, Virge, he didn't mean that-"

"Yes, that'll be appreciated, thank you." Janus agreed.

"Janus!" Roman protested.

"I don't know what's your issue with me, I never ditched anyone to hang with the more popular kids the first chance I got. Virgil on the other hand…" Janus spat, watching Virgil's gaze turn downward.

"That's not what happened, and you know it." He said quietly.

Janus gripped his cane and turned to face the door, "keep telling yourself that." He opened the door and made to leave.

"Wait! What about-"

"I'll measure myself at home and send it to you, goodbye." And he walked away without another word.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #Someone Like You #chapter 4 #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #pre romantic roceit #janus angst #virgil angst #tw disability #tw humiliation #Lily writes #wip exchange

[slightly-warmer-hibiscus-tea]

This is never gonna get finished so imma just dump it here :)

#wip #touchstarved fanart #touchstarved game #leander #leander touchstarved #inspired by a dream where my family got the memo for once and sold me to him in exchange for a condo in Brazil... best dream ever honestly

[theminecraftbee]

every time i exit like, an exchange writing period, and i no longer have a deadline, i start to become dizzy with "i should be writing right now--no writing??? i do NOT need to be writing right now??? cannot be right?????? writing??????"

anyway i've decided to use a poll to make you all into people who can create a deadline for me (and also i've started using habitica and want to try to write a LITTLE daily). there's no guarantee this is the one i'll actually go with given i've asked this like SIX TIMES in the past few months but this time it is a poll and also this time i'm trying to start writing daily again, so maybe this time it'll stick, idk??? so:

#bangs my head against a wall. sorry i keep using you all to judge interest to then judge whether i want to write something. #i am running into this problem where a lot of my wips are either busy waiting because they're for zines so i can't actually post them #i'm out of exchanges i actually wanna join until recursive opens to authors #and i really DO want to write something without deadline it's just that that's scary. #SO. i am like. out here trying to hold myself accountable i guess? #if it helps the one i'm currently MOST likely to write is the space heist i just have to figure out how to plan it #however if there's a bunch of interest in any of these i'll probably do that #especially since several of these are like. active wips. they Have Writing.

[demidoodlefox]

And that's a wrap, folks! This idea's been stewing in my head for quite a while. Thought I'd inflict it on y'all!

#demdraws #yugioh #pharaoh atem #thief king bakura #fancomic #fanfic #soul exchange fic #i can't believe i actually finished this! #heck yeah! #not all wips are doomed it seems!

[trraubensaft]

@gemsandjunk didn't have time to do a full render but I hope you like this ^^

Happy New Year :D!

+ loose design sketches and reference image!

@mutantmayhemgiftexchange

#trrart #mutant mayhem gift exchange #art trade #fanart #mutant mayhem mikey #tmnt human designs #wip #art wip #my art #digital art #tmnt #tmnt fanart #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #mutant mayhem

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday 📚 ⛈️

Hello friends! As @malewifediaz pointed out this is the last WIP Wednesday of 2023 (!) so here's an extra-special-way-past-everything-else-i-love-it-so-much snippet from come close (let me be home) [all prev snippets here] please enjoy the t e n s i o n 😈

Buck shakes his head. Whatever objections he had in the beginning, he can’t let Eddie out of this. “No. Christopher adores you. You’re all he talks about. You’re not just his father, Eddie. You’re his hero.” He can sense Eddie’s objections and barrels on before they can be voiced. “You spend your free time with him. You care about his life, what he’s done that day. Do you have any idea what that means?”

He bites his tongue before his own past comes spilling out. Before he can once again tear open all the old wounds and allow them to bleed onto the floor, staining the Diaz estate.

“No, I suppose you’re right,” Eddie concedes, as if he can sense what Buck isn’t saying. He changes the topic by redirecting his attention to the book in Buck’s hands.

Their fingers brush and Eddie’s overlap his own, wrapping around the binding. The touch is as electric and charged as the storm outside, sending a tingling current through his nerves, making goosebumps erupt from wrist to shoulder.

“Interesting choice,” Eddie says. “I’ve always liked this one.”

Buck thinks if he could breathe it in, if he could somehow taste Eddie’s words, the flavor would be warm and smoky like his preferred brand of whiskey. That it would burn going down his throat, taking all of his sharp edges with it, smoothing out the increasingly raw lust that bubbles to the surface every time he’s confronted by being alone with him.

“Yeah?” Buck asks, unable to tear his gaze away from where Eddie continues to leave searing, invisible patterns on his skin.

Eddie traces the ridge of Buck’s knuckles, slowly down and back up again, pausing at the top like he’s not sure if he should continue. But he does then, his palm moving forward at a torturously slow pace. He’s being so considerate and careful Buck hardly dares to breathe in case it would break some sort of unspoken magic weaving between them. Eddie comes to a stop, encircling Buck’s wrist, sweeping his thumb over the delicate bones there. Buck thinks there’s no way Eddie can’t feel the way his pulse is racing.

“Actually, I think it might be my favorite.”

Maybe there was a spell or enchantment to Eddie’s movements, because Buck can’t seem to stop himself from tilting forward and resting their foreheads together. He longs to swallow the nearly inaudible gasp that escapes Eddie’s mouth.

“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, a quiet warning that he knows how dangerously close they are to crossing a line they can’t come back from.

“Eddie.” An acknowledgement, a plea, and a cry for forgiveness all in one.

Buck’s attention flicks to Eddie’s tongue as it darts out across his lower lip and his eyelids flutter closed. Eddie’s voice is low and husky, rough with desire. “I should- I should return to bed.”

“Y-you should,” Buck whispers, even if it’s the last thing he wants.

They don’t leave, though, rooted in place by whatever unholy thing that’s been building between them since the horse ride that first morning in the park. Buck touches his nose to Eddie’s and Eddie still doesn’t release Buck. By now there are millimeters of space between them. All it would take is a gentle sway for their lips to meet.

And then, like everything Buck longs for, the moment is gone. Obliterated with a single crack of thunder and bolt of lightning. Embarrassment washes over him as Eddie stumbles back, pulling away, his mouth open as if he’s about to say something. Buck doesn’t stick around to hear it, instead mumbling an apology as he races for the hallway, not stopping until he’s reached his bed chamber.

Behind him the door clicks shut, his breaths coming in ragged pulls as his shame only continues to deepen. Because he nearly gave in to the man he didn’t even want near his sister to begin with. When he finally lets his body relax, sagging against the heavy wood, a quiet thunk catches his attention. He looks towards the sound and realizes he’s still holding the book from the library. The one Eddie said was his favorite.

tagged by @callmenewbie @wikiangela @buckaroosheart @malewifediaz @steadfastsaturnsrings thank you loves 😘

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#ngl this is my favorite exchange so far #i loved writing it and it makes me giddy #mentally pushes these two idiots together #buddie wip #bridgerton au #fic: come close (let me be home) bridgerton #hippo writes

[zsbrainrot]

A little Shadoka Art Dump 🧡

#I didn’t ship it but then I decided to draw them for a discord valentines exchange I participated in #and my god this ship has grown on me #also HC that Shadow is the only person other than Oka that Sketchy likes #also I’ve been in the mood to finish a bunch of WIPs lately so more art dumps incoming #Shadoka #Shadoka sk8 #sk8 Shadoka #sk8 shadow #sk8 the infinity #sk8 fanart #sk8 the infinity fanart #Shadoka fanart #sk8 oka

[northern-polaris]

Somebody(I Used to Know)

tamsand brainrot, please don't think too hard on the mental gymnastics rhysand is doing not even he knows at this point.

Summary: Tamlin is preparing for his next High Lord meeting after being gone for so long. Rhysand decides to give him a heated welcome.

“You look well.”

Tamlin let himself pause for a moment before turning around.

“High Lord of Night.” Tamlin greeted, meeting eye to eye with the other briefly before moving to continue his task of organizing his papers. The High Lord meeting was less than an hour away. It would be his first one in a long while. 

He could have sworn he saw something twitch in Rhysand’s face before Tamlin looked away, but he didn’t bother analyzing it. Not anymore.

“So formal, Tamlin. Seems to me like you're a few centuries too late to be acting this way.” 

Tamlin shuffled the pages of his report before straightening them against the elegant table. He leafed through the stack to ensure they were in the correct order. They were, and Tamlin already knew this because he checked before he winnowed here, but it didn’t hurt to make sure. 

Lugh was always telling him that he needed to reduce his overly cautious tendencies, but Tamlin decided to allow himself to indulge.

Rhysand hummed. “Who’s Lugh?” 

Tamlin could hear footsteps drawing near, but he still didn’t look away from his task.

Deeming it ready, Tamlin placed the report in one of the large pockets that were sewn into his trousers. They were handy. He should sew more on later, maybe ask Catrin to help him add more pockets to all his new clothing. 

Now that he was thinking about clothing, he really needed to tell her that he didn’t need so many pairs of boots, she should just distribute them out to any of the sentries who wanted them. Tamlin surely didn’t need more than three, let alone seventeen. 

“I wonder how you managed to coerce this Catrin of yours to withstand your company, let alone help you with something.” Another footstep followed by a derisive snort. “Did you tell her that her hair was clean too?” 

Tamlin really should give Catrin a reward. She had managed to put together pristine uniforms and garments that left nothing to be desired for all employees at the new manor. Truly a blessed tailor. 

He’ll make sure to offer her several weeks of vacation along with her wife, a newly appointed sentry. 

Silence dragged on as Tamlin took his sweet time gathering his things from where they laid on the table, which weren’t much besides the report. Thankfully, there was a rare sort of cool, but pleasant humidity in the air at Dawn court, so Tamlin brought very little in terms of protection against the different court’s climate. Just his baldrick and a thin, leather coat that was embroidered with white roses. 

They were peculiar roses, misshapen and rough, but he loved them all the same. It took a long while to painstakingly stitch them in. Tamlin had tiny scars on his fingertips when he accidentally stabbed himself with the needle. 

Tamlin looked up when he finished gathering his belongings and promptly stilled when his eyes met purple ones. 

Rhysand had moved to the opposite side of the table and was staring him down. His eyes were too open and his smile too wide. 

“I haven’t seen you since the Solstice,” Rhysand mused, before tilting his head to the side. “I hope you haven’t forgotten our little… conversation then.”

Tamlin shrugged before moving to leave, walking leisurely down the long hallway that led to the doors that opened to the meeting room. The sound of a second pair of boots accompanied his, but the others were louder, quicker. 

He reached to open the door before being swiftly interrupted by a hand seizing his wrist. Tamlin let himself be pushed against the wall of the corridor, Rhysand gripping the lapels of his shirt roughly, his face mere inches from his. 

“You really think you can just walk away from this?” He gave Tamlin a small shake, the knuckles on his hands were white. “From all that you’ve done?”

Tamlin could feel Rhysand’s ragged breath on his face. 

Sighing, Tamlin glanced longingly at the doors, he really tried to be early for once. The last meeting he was at, he was… fashionably late. More dire circumstances.  A more worse state of mind. More pain. Maybe next time if he just winnows into the meeting room itself, he can–

“Answer me!” Rhysand shrieked into his ear. Loud. 

Finally, Tamlin relented.

“What did I do?” He asked.

“What did you do?” Rhysand responded incredulously. “What did you do? You know what you did.”

He pressed Tamlin harder against the wall. 

“Tell me what I’ve done, Rhysand.”

“You already know.” He spat out. 

“Probably, but tell me anyway.” 

Rhysand continued to glare at him, biting his lip hard. Tamlin could smell the blood, their noses were almost touching. He could feel that Rhysand's hands were shaking. Perhaps from the force of how hard he was gripping the cloth. 

Perhaps from something else. 

“Tell me,” Tamlin whispered, and Rhysand closed the gap.

#heads up rhysand is reading tamlins mind throughout this whole exchange #edited an old wip and this was the result im sorry #rhysand you bitchy exe leave tamlin alone hes busy #tamlin #rhysand #tamsand #acotar fanfic

[vrsmnya]

tuffnut in a crop top jacket

#outfit swapped my modern au ruff and tuff outfits as requested by a friend #drawing modern au gang a bajillion times #they are consuming my brain rn #mutuals let me invade your dm's #<33333 #plsplsplsplss #i offer four(4) wips #in exchange #for friendship #<3<3<3 #my art

[rowanisawriter]

wip whenever

tagged by ten thousand people over the course of the past few weeks where i haven’t had anything to share so now i’m going to subject you all to wyll/shadowheart from a prompt fill i’ve been picking at instead of writing my exchange fic like i’m supposed to…

.

Once upon a time, a princess. Perhaps. She is as quiet as one, as secretive. Hidden away in some internal world, or maybe trapped. Wyll can’t tell exactly how much of her quiet mystery is due to her devotion to her goddess or something else. Whenever he tries to ask, he gets a simple little smile and no explanations. No reasoning as to why she’s whispering to herself, sitting on her heels at camp, far enough from the light of the campfire that the edges of its orange glow barely touch her. No hint on the strange and all consuming injury on her hand that distracts her. No closer to understanding the thoughts that go through her head, strange and beyond his imagination, but he wants to try.

He begins with small gestures, the ones he’s read about in books, the ones they used to read to him back in the city when he was still a duke’s son. He hands her a cup of vinegary wine they found in some ruin or another, a flower plucked from the roadside, a shiny flat rock perfect for skipping across a still lake. She always accepts gingerly, as if expecting a trick along with the treat.

“I just like seeing a little smile on your face,” he tells her earnestly.

She starts to believe him, he can tell by how her smile begins to widen, but then she clutches her injured hand close to her chest and turns away. A princess in peril, locked away in the tower of her mind, and the dragon that traps her within. He feels something in his chest expand at the sight of her pain. Lucky for them, he’s a hero. Saving maidens in distress is what he does best.

#idk who out there (outside of the galeheart server lol) has ever even thought about wyll/shadowheart #but i for one am rolling around in the mud of Prince Charming and princess in peril #maybe a play on fairy tale idk #it looks ok so far idk where this will go #also someone fuckin slap me i NEED to finish this exchange fic #and my useless boomer mother in law is stayin the weekend with us so who knows when i’ll find the energy to write while ignoring her #republican propaganda and veiled antivax musings #less than a year and we move so fuckin far we’ll never clap eyes on a republican again god i hope i last that long #anyway LOL #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #wip whenever #my writing

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @pinayelf @inquisimer and @greypetrel! Most of what I'm working on is secret for the moment, but I have been playing with this little piece c: Tagging back @ndostairlyrium @daggerbean @vakarians-babe @ruthvelyan @dungeons-and-dragon-age @idolsgf @nightwardenminthara @bitchesofostwick @zenstrike @star--nymph and @transprincecaspian, no pressure!

From a piece about Adhlea (Cullen and Emma's daughter) and Leander (Fenris and Maria's eldest):

Adhlea was almost certain she was being punished for something. 

She wasn’t sure what—she’d been very good ever since she’d finally gotten a little sister—but these stiff clothes and pinchy shoes could only mean she was being punished. It really didn’t make any sense at all. She’d told her mamae as much before they’d left the house and her mother had laughed. 

“It is a tradition, ma vherain. This is important to your Papa, so you must do your very best to sit still and pay attention. Here—if you have any questions, you may write them down in this little notebook and save them for later. I think it is rude to talk during services. Ah—here is your papa now. ” 

Well, Adhlea could feel the notebook knock against her leg while she kicked her heels in the foyer of the lady Hawke’s manor now, but she had no interest at all in writing anything down. 

“But why will we have to be sitting for the whole time?” she asked, peering up at her Papa. He tugged at the cuffs of his shirt, eyes tilted up at the corners, and opened his mouth to answer. 

“Because the Mother gets to be taller than everyone else,” a small voice piped from the doorway, and Adhlea grimaced.

“Ta said so,” Leander went on, sauntering into the room with his nose in the air. “He said it’s a sign of respect. And respect means we got to sit down.” 

“Hello, Leander,” Adhlea said begrudgingly, summoning something like a smile. She was trying. Hard. She was.

“Also,” Leander went on grandly, as if she hadn’t spoken at all, “there is going to be smoke. On purpose.”

“I know that,” Adhlea said, the smile crawling away from her face. She couldn’t help it; her mamae and papa wanted the two of them to be friends so badly that they didn’t seem to notice how hard Leander always worked to irritate her. 

“Well then, where does it come from?” he asked, his eyebrows squinching up in that way she hated. Always asking her questions he knew she didn’t have the answers for—always! 

“It is time to go,” the boy’s father said, appearing in the doorway with little warning. Adhlea took a step back, feeling the warmth of her father’s hand at her shoulder. 

“Messere Hawke,” Papa said, squeezing her slightly before bowing. “Where is the Ch–ah—is your wife not planning on joining us?”

“Hawke needs to rest,” the shorter man said gravely.

While his attention was focused on her father, Adhlea took the opportunity to peer up and up at him. Leander’s father was brown like her mamae and marked all over like her mamae, but Adhlea had been expressly forbidden to ask about the blue lines the way she asked about her mamae's vallaslin. It is private, her mamae had said, and Adhlea knew what private meant, she did, only they were very interesting lines and once she swore she had seen them light up and she really did want to know what they were and—

“Young Lavellan,” the man said gravely. Adhlea ducked her head at once, squirming in her shoes. Her papa nudged her gently and she remembered herself. 

Manners, he had told her often, always matter. 

“Good morning, Messere,” she said, executing a neat bow of her own. “Thank you for coming with us to the Chantry.”

Silence. 

Leander scuffed his bare foot on the tile floor and Adhlea grimaced again. It was unfair that he never had to wear shoes and she did—yet another thing Leander could hold over her head. Ugh. And now she would probably have to sit with him for the whole service. Who knew how long that could be? Years, probably, and her stomach was already gurgling. She should have tried to eat more of her breakfast, but it had seemed too hard. 

“Yes,” the man said at last, “of course. Well?” 

“Let’s go!” Leander said, and barreled past her for the door. 

Adhlea realized with no small amount of satisfaction that he had to stand on his toes to reach the handle properly. She was taller than him, at least; she would have to make certain he knew it as soon as possible.

#my secret is i love writing kid rivalries #i just think they're so intense and so nonsensical #i know i've been writing this chapter for like a year but. it is almost done i swear lol #cullavellan #wip wednesday #adhlea lavellan #leander hawke #they are frenemies even after the events of this short story. but like. best frenemies #bickering constantly but maker forbid someone tries to mess with one of them in front of the other #anyways i am mostly working on a blanket rn as far as crocheting goes while i toy w my next scarf concept #and then i have my exchange thing to work on #so i don't have much otherwise on the wip front

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | next

Summary: Janus and Roman tour different places to see if they're good for their film. And it goes great in case you were wondering...

Pairing: pre-romantic roceit

Warnings: disability, jealousy, painful past, food mentions, low self esteem and self depricating thoughts. Be sure to let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,712

Hello everyone! It's that time of the week again! This chapter's first half is still by the incredible @prince-rowan-of-the-forest ! And the other half is finally by me! My part will be in purple text so you'll know when it starts and from that point on all the chapters will be my own writing! Thanks again for anyone who reads this and for @prince-rowan-of-the-forest for letting me adopt this wonderful fic^^

Sorry for the long intro, hope you enjoy!

His father had been ecstatic when he found out that Janus was meeting someone outside of school. He knew that his dad worried a lot about Janus’ lack of friends in school and he had tried at first. It had been better when he had Virgil and after he had been ditched he’d tried to keep Virgil’s absence a secret from his dad. He’d started saying that Virgil was too busy to come over or that they had still been hanging out in school but eventually his dad had figured out what had happened. The man wasn’t stupid, after all.

So when Janus asked for a lift to the coffee shop the man had been incredibly excited. He had needed to sit through the ten minute drive being fired question after question. Which was- annoying, but tolerable.

“Have fun!” His dad called as he climbed out of the passenger seat, “Don’t stay out too late-”

“I’ll totally be staying out here for eleven hours-” Janus said, rolling his eyes, they had agreed to meet at 11am. It’s not like Janus would be staying out all night.

“Text me when you want to be picked up,” His dad said, ignoring him, “Oh! And take this, buy yourself a slice of cake or something,”

His dad stuck his hand out of the car window and Janus shook his head, taking the 20$ bill.

“Goodbye,” Janus said, already backing away from the car.

“Remember to call me if you need anything!” He called even as he started to drive away at a snail’s pace, “My phone’s on if you need me, don’t be mean to your new friend! Have fun!!"

Janus just sighed as his dad pulled away, still waving out of the window. He loved his dad- he really did- but the guy could really be over the top sometimes.

Shaking his head to move his thoughts along, Janus straightened his capelet- what? if he got stared at anyway he may as well dress however he wanted, and if that was like a 19th-century noble, then so be it- and sighed before making his way into the coffee shop.

He had arrived about half an hour earlier than the time he and Roman had agreed upon so he wouldn’t have to worry about locating Roman in the slightly crowded shop. Instead he was able to pick a table closer to the back and sit down, resting his cane against the chair and picking up the paper menu tucked into a plastic holder that also displayed their table number- 17.

Whilst he waited Janus ordered a coffee using the bank card his father seemed to have forgotten that he had again. He’d probably keep the twenty anyway, his dad wouldn’t mind.

Roman arrived with all of his noise and grandeur forty minutes later. He had made Janus jump when he slammed his bag onto the table and stopped a minute to catch his breath before placing it on the floor and sitting down.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Roman apologised, shaking his head, “I just- ran all the way here, were you waiting long?”

“Not long,” Janus lied.

“You look- fancy,” Roman commented, looking over his outfit.

“You’re not exactly looking societally appropriate either,” Janus pointed out, it was true, Roman was wearing much more makeup than he usually wore in school, thick wings of eyeliner set off by sparkly gold eyeshadow that beautifully set off his green eyes, he wore dangly earrings and an open dress coat, under which he could see a loose shirt and a corset, paired eloquently with a skirt that reaches his shins So yeah, Janus wasn’t exactly the most extravagantly dressed person here, “You do know that we’re not attending a fantasy ball today, don’t you?”

“And you’re aware that you’re not the evil king’s sorcerer sent to the ball to seduce and kidnap the most handsome Prince?” Roman quipped back, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. Was Roman… flirting with him? Is that what this was? But wasn’t he dating Virgil, or was this just part of the trick? this didn’t make any sense.

“Well obviously I wouldn’t be there for you, then,” Janus said instead of what he had really been thinking before mentally kicking himself for not coming up with something better when he saw Roman’s crestfallen expression, he hadn’t meant to hurt him. What the hell was he supposed to say now?

Fortunately Roman simply shook his head and smiled again, “Mind if I grab a coffee? Then we can go over what I have planned for today!”

“I don’t control you,” Janus shrugged, “Get whatever you want,”

“Uh- thanks? I think,” Roman said, looking momentarily confused before shaking his head again and taking the menu that Janus had left on the table. He looked at it for a moment before scrunching up his face in a way that Janus was pretty sure meant he was considering something.

“Hey, Janus?” Roman said, looking up at him, he raised an eyebrow, “Opinion on red velvet cake?”

“Oh, I hate it,” Janus said immediately, before panicking slightly, “Totally the worst cake flavour out there, I would just hate to be given a slice,”

He really hoped Roman would pick up on the sarcastic tone he had added to the second statement to amend the instinctual lie. From the way Roman barked out a laugh he guessed it had worked. Why the hell did Roman want to know his opinion on cake flavours anyway?

Roman went up to the bar to order because he just had to be extra like that, when he returned five minutes later he was carrying a tray that held two plates and a glass of the most obnoxious iced coffee Janus had ever seen, and he didn't even know coffee could be obnoxious.

"Why did you get two?" Janus asked, looking at the two slices of red velvet cake on the tray. Roman smiled at him.

"Didn't you say "Oh I would just hate to be given a slice by the best, most handsome group project partner ever?" Just now?" Roman asked, putting so much drama into the impersonation as he pushed one of the plates towards him, Janus stared.

"I don't talk like that," Janus said, "That was a terrible impression of me, but…. Thanks, I guess, as offensive as that was… "

"You're welcome!" Roman cheered, completely ignoring the rest of his statement as he dug into his cake, Janus just rolled his eyes and ate his own slice in silence.

About half an hour later the pair had left the coffee shop to embark on a route that Roman had up on his phone. Their first destination was the local church which was only a short walk. All the way there Roman kept up a stream of chatter. He didn't feel the need to stop talking unless Janus actually interjected, which was nicer than him needing to provide a back and forth.

Janus thought he might actually struggle to keep up with Roman's somewhat quick pace if he had to talk at the same time. When they finally arrived at the doors to the church, Janus had to lean on his cane in hopes to catch his breath without Roman noticing his struggles. He didn’t need pity from the guy, absolutely not, especially since- for some reason- Roman seemed to actually be respecting his existence as a human being at the moment.

“Alright,” Roman said, placing a hand on the large church doors,, “Hopefully there isn’t a service on right now or this’ll be really embarrassing,”

There wasn't, at the moment, much to Roman's clear relief. And they both walked inside. They stayed silent to respect the few people who were praying there as they checked the place out to see if it fits their intended film.

As Janus walked around the church he couldn't help the occasional glance to Roman's direction. The guy had a passionate gleam in his eyes as he looked around, smiling slightly and nodding to himself. Janus did not find it cute, definitely not. Not like it would matter if he did anyway..

They suddenly locked eyes and Roman gestured for them to go talk outside.

"So what do you think?" Roman asked as soon as they stepped outside.

"I don't know about you but I already have so many ideas about a bunch of scenes and…" Roman began rambling on about his ideas, smiling and gesturing with his hands to emphasize his words.

Janus tried to follow but ultimately ended up spacing out, only responding with the occasional nod.

"...What about you?"

Janus suddenly realized Roman was looking at him expectantly. He shrugged, "sounds like you have enough ideas for the two of us…" he sneered, "...and the entire class too." He added.

Roman bit his lip, "right… sorry, Virgil always tells me how annoying I get when I'm overexcited but… I wanna hear your thoughts too… please?"

At the mention of his ex-friend, Janus stiffened. Not like he forgot the two were dating, his mean mind wouldn't let him if he wanted to, but hearing Roman casually mention him was like a punch to his gut.

"...let's just check out the next place.." he tried hard to not let his voice shake as he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbed his cane a little too tightly, and started walking.

"Janus?" Roman easily caught up to him, with his long, healthy legs. "You okay?"

"Fine." Janus gritted out, trying to pick up his pace and put Roman's annoyingly worried face behind him. Which obviously didn't work.

"You don't seem fine-"

"And what do you know?" Janus snapped, stopping in place and glaring at Roman, "you don't know anything.."

Roman looked down and started playing with his fingers awkwardly, "I know… I want to though, I want to know you." He looked up and hesitantly met Janus' eyes.

Janus looked away, "no, you don't, nobody does. So let's just get this project over with and never speak to each other again."

Roman must have sensed Janus wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon and just sighed, "if that's what you want…"

Want… yep, that's definitely what he wants, one hundred percent, no hesitation.

…isn't it?

#Someone Like You #Lily writes #chapter 3 #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #pre romantic roceit #ts roman #ts janus #janus sanders #roman sanders #cw food mention #tw low self esteem #tw self deprecation #wip exchange #roceit #cw disability

[name-incoming]

Coffee date 👀

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy serafine #serafine savoy #lackadaisy fanart #lackadaisy lacy #lacy hardt #Lacy x Serafine #my art #Lacy explains u can’t solve everything with violence 😔 #Lacy deserves a gf for working so hard and putting up with wick/mitzi #if wick has lackadaisy then lacy has the marigolds equivalent exchange #i deleted the wip cuz I finished the drawing soooo-

[nonokoko13]

I think male/gender neutral reader x Marito is necessary. I'm totally okay with female ones but that man is fruity as hell (just like the rest) so I'm surprised there are none yet. I also think this man is kinda dom bottom / versatile if you ask me but I have yet to find people who think the same (´･-･`)

#marito jin #jin marito #bucchigiri?! #bucchigiri x reader #he looks babygirl coded to me. Like he still kick ass and is menacing to enemies and allies alike #but he would kick his feet giggling and rolling in his bed when you reply to his messages #like an exchange he has your back but you have to accept his hugs and whisper sweet nothings to him #just by looking at Ara-teen Marito seem he would explode of joy if he physically could (when he wasn't in angry mode for what happened) #his love languages are quality time words of affirmation and physical touch imo. He's clingy af #he would twirl his hair if his crush return the affection in the way they know #he acts like a highschool girl in love. In a freaky endearing way #I would write it myself but rn I have many wips and ideas I thought first I can't do everything at once 🥲

[sugutoad]

FOR THE AMAZING @fourtyfourcatss

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ KHUN EDUAN #EXTRAVAGANT : i only love everyone because i love you, hesitate yet desperate, changing one another, extended conversations, lingering touches, you’ve been on my mind girl like a drug, grazing his fingers on your lips before kissing you softly yet desperate, changing each other, running to make out during parties, slow burn, enemies to lovers, his number one priority, sitting in his lap and reading a book, i hate you but I love you, heartfelt promises, it may not be the healthiest relationship but it’s your relationship

#I tried so hard with him #But the wiki barely helped but I managed to wip up something #I was gonna judge u for having him as ur lover but then I remembered my top 2 husbands… both are muderers and Eren literally killed 80% #Of the world #but it’s ok #sazh moonboards #Matchups are still closed #Only mutal exchanges are available at the moment #khun eduan #tower of god #tower of god anime

[cuoredimuschio]

six sentence sunday 🌊

tagged by the resplendent @cheatghost!! thank you, lou!! 💙💙💙

i don't have much i can disclose at the moment, but here's a recent little tidbit from the next chapter of apsides:

It doesn’t come packaged in the typical format, but he knows it’s the most telling of the five confessions he’s made in the name of this ritual. A question pulled up on the hook of a bent coat hanger, wrenched from the drainpipe of his stomach, a green-furred clog of dread and doubt. And selfishness. Deep, ugly selfishness. He shouldn’t have to ask. He doesn’t have to ask. He hates that he even wants to ask, but he needs to. “Eddie…” He pulls his paper back, just out of Eddie’s reach. But Eddie doesn’t pull his hand back; he leaves it there, hanging, waiting, expecting, trusting. His nail polish is almost all chipped away now, just a few marooned splotches remaining.

it's a bit late but for the hell of it i'll tag a few folks: @patchworkgargoyle, @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @flowercrowngods

#wip games #my writing #been grinding away on my third (3rd) iteration of my exchange fic and only dabbled briefly in apsides this week. oops