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The main reason I know the jam video isn’t canon/is separate from the current timeline is because Virgil and Patton are still friends in it.

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I am not responsible for this this doodle just sort of happened I felt compelled. 

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Janus: *loses Remus in a crowd*

Janus: finally

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Even after Virgil left the dark sides he would go back once and awhile to visit Janus and their snake children. 

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can you do anxceit where janus starts absentmidedly playing with virgil's hands please?

Here you go, I hope you’ll like it. No brain capacity for long introduction today, sorry. Hope it doesn’t suck and thank you so, so much for the prompt!

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Tired

They were leaning onto each other, too tired to stay upright. The TV provided a soft background noise but if someone walked in on them right then, they would surely think that the pair was fast asleep.

But they weren’t.

Sometimes, the fatigue could accumulate throughout a few days. Or weeks. Or months. If it could build up over a few years, they haven’t experienced that yet and they sincerely hoped they never will. Nevertheless, when the rush of every other emotion kept fatigue at bay, they weren’t even aware that they were tired. A classic circle of wake up – do important stuff – deal with this, deal with that – fulfil simpler adult responsibilities – “oh, it’s so late already?” – sleep – repeat was productive for a short period of time, but the aftermath…

They weren’t asleep, but there was no chance of them being aware of what was running on the TV, even if they were still watching. It was just a background noise machine at that point, it could have been a white noise machine and they wouldn’t see the difference, too tired for proper focus.

Virgil thought that they should probably go to sleep, partially realising his half-conscious state, but he felt like he didn’t have the strength to move, nor the willpower to move Janus from his position where he was pressed to his side with the his own whole side, head resting just a bit in front of his shoulder for comfort.

The thing was, he wasn’t that sure if the other wasn’t already asleep (that was the excuse not to move, partially). Still, he didn’t even want to move his eyes off the screen to check, even that seemed like too much effort. But it was also a very comfortable position for Virgil himself, and he felt warm having the other so close, even though Janus was always colder than the rest when it comes to general body temperature. And the worst were his ice-like hands.

Those same hands that, from being rested under their shared blanket for a significant amount of time by now, were the warmest they’ve ever been. The hands that emerged from the warmth to touch Virgil’s single hand, which was resting on top of the blanket, on his leg.

He didn’t react in any way, still half-convinced that the other wasn’t entirely conscious of what he was doing, and not really minding the contact. It was such a weird sensation to feel his hands not being cold for the first time. His skin was, strangely, both soft and a bit rough, such a minimal detail that it always got lost in the overpoweringly low temperature of his fingers. It was strange, but somewhere in the back of his mind, where the thoughts weren’t moving through a sea of tar, it made Virgil a bit curious as to why that was. They didn’t have the roughness of Roman’s, the result of wielding a sword, it wasn’t the same texture as Patton’s – used to cooking and baking. It wasn’t the same as Logan’s either.

Come to think of it, all of them had very uniquely feeling hands.

Not that Virgil kept track. He was tired and his thoughts were just gibberish.

A gentle touch on top of his hand was soon joined by another one, picking Virgil’s just enough to be able to hold it, keeping it a few millimetres off his leg.

And then Janus started to move his fingers, by which he moved Virgil’s. all soft, all slow, not deliberate at all. If Virgil was looking for the sign that the other is not, in fact, half-asleep, it wasn’t that. In some way, the absentminded playing could even count as something that proved the lack of full consciousness.

Virgil couldn’t deny that it felt nice. It felt like nothing really out of place, just a normal, neutral thing.

When after a few more minutes Janus decided to stop and properly lace their fingers together, leaving their holding hands on Virgil’s leg, the anxious man couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. It made Janus look up, one brow raising over his tired eyes, but he didn’t question him as he moved back to rest, almost fully on his chest now.

Virgil took the hand away from Janus’s grasp to sneak it behind him, hugging lightly. Janus sighed, tugged at the blanket to cover Virgil more and rested his own arm over Virgil’s stomach, reciprocating the hug.

Virgil doubted that they’ll be going to their proper beds that night.

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The Anxceit agenda is knowing the ship might never be cannon, but you have let that sink in by now. Anxceit shippers are self-aware and I am not sure if that terrifies me yet.

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Roman stan mood today

*checks to see if the skirt pics have been uploaded yet*

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He take the hat

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Janus: I’m gonna take you out.

Patton: Okay! It’s a date!

Janus: I meant that as a threat, but okay.

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We lost him,,, what now?

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give me some anxciet fluff I need some happiness

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HTE LITTLE NOSE...

he's smelling some bullshit

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Thomas: *Makes a tiny mistake.*

Virgil: (SLAMMING HANDS ON TABLE AND CHANTING) DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH DEAT

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" I'll make a pot of coffee for your head . . . "

Finally done! The background was a pain, it really REALLY was, but anyways! Hope you guys like this and can wait for more updates HAHA.

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The snek of temptation! - tempting you into healthy eating habits, what a villain

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Virgil: *eating a dark chocolate cookie*

Roman: cannibal.

Virgil: *confused emo chewing nosies*

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For the prompts, can you do lociet with a hand running through hair?

I apologise for the delay, life got in the way a little bit, but I hope you’ll like it! (also thank you for this being loceit, I love this ship so much and wish there was more soft fics with those two).

As always, please excuse any mistakes. Enjoy!

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Quality time

Sometimes they both needed some quiet company. Properly quiet company. Sure, Virgil was reserved, but he wasn’t entirely quiet. He was used to blasting music through his headphones; more often than not it was loud enough to be heard by the person next to him, and there was no denying that it had the potential to get annoying really quickly - one: because everybody was worried about Virgil’s hearing, and two: there was just something about hearing second-hand headphones music that was just this one bit more irritating than someone blasting it full-volume on speakers. Another thing was that he was a fidgety person, and fidgeting, as completely acceptable as it is, can create a lot of small noises that are amplified by silence.

Roman could be silent when he got swept into his creative process, but he was excitable. He wasn’t aware that he could produce all kinds of excited sounds, sighs, little exclamations. And with the excitement came loud typing or writing which was a definite “please, stop”.

When there was noise around Patton didn’t need to add to it, but he didn’t like silence in the way the others did. They suspected that it reminded him of times when his thoughts would torment him. As much as they wished he wouldn’t try and bury them and just talk them out, there was nothing they could force him to do.

Remus was out of the question.

So really, Janus and Logan shouldn’t have been so surprised when they realised that they started to spend more and more time in each other’s company. They liked reading together, getting engrossed in a book and not acknowledging the other person sitting in the room.

The fact that they weren’t alone had something pleasant to it, unobtrusive but noticeable enough for them to start seeking it out subconsciously, leaving their rooms to read on the neutral ground of the common room more often, in the evenings when everyone else was busy somewhere else.

They had days where they were both on opposite ends of the couch, they had days when they ended up sitting a bit closer than that. Not always intentionally, but Deceit was too proud to make a fuss when his movement didn’t end up as planned. All he ever did went according to plan, thank you very much.

That’s why he was now with his head in Logan’s lap, book held uncomfortably high to hide his blushing face, straining to keep his muscles from tensing.

Logan was supposed to sit a bit further away.

And he was not supposed to just let him do that, lay in that position, that is. Aside from a quick glance with a raised brow (which Janus didn’t notice because of his book-shield) he made no comment about it. And it was driving Janus crazy.

If he had protested, Janus could have just moved without any struggle, but since it was him that did this to himself, it would be even more embarrassing to move after a minute of being like that.

So it was either die of embarrassment because he didn’t plan on that and oh my god why wasn’t Logan protesting, or it was dying of embarrassment when the other had more access to see his face and lose the remains of his calm façade.

Nope, he would rather stay put.

After a few more minutes of pretending to read and trying to calm his internal storm of thoughts, Janus came to the conclusion that maybe it wasn’t so bad. He was comfortable. He wasn’t unwelcome. There was no drama about it.

Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal as he made it seem.

As he started to relax, he lowered his book and went back to reading it properly. It was one of those times where just a few lines got him sucked in, a very nice thing considering that this time he chose a mystery thriller - and without the plot and style that was able to do such a thing, well, let’s say that he didn’t consider most thrillers to be worth the time. But this one? This one was trying to do what others failed at, and as for now, it was doing it extremely well, so Janus couldn’t help himself but try to solve the mystery alongside the characters.

It was nice he could do that with Logan in the room with him. Most probably the only side in company of whom he’d let his guard down like that.

At first, he didn’t notice. It took him a few seconds to realise what it was that was pulling his attention from the book, and when it hit him he tensed up instantly.

There were fingers on his head, lightly threading through his hair. The movement was almost absentminded, which was proven to be an accurate description when Janus looked up to see that Logan’s attention was still completely captured by his own book. Was he even aware of what he was doing? He must have been, seeing how the gentle touch stopped as soon as Logan felt the other tense up. He moved the book to the side to meet eyes with Janus.

“Did I overstep boundaries?”, he asked and Janus wanted the ground to swallow him because he almost blurted out that no, please, keep going. You know, like a fool.

“It’s okay”, he answered instead, forcing his eyes to go back to the text, feigning nonchalance as well as he could, trying for his best ‘I don’t care’ tone when he added: “I don’t mind”.

He wasn’t going to look up again and check the reaction to his words, but when a few seconds passed and he started to feel the same warm hand in his hair, he smiled. He let himself enjoy the contact, let that electric feeling go though his spine as the other worked through some small knots that must have formed under his hat.

Somewhere in the back of his head he wondered why there was no hat on his head but it was such a small part of his mind that he didn’t pay it any attention.

And as he allowed himself to get sucked into the book once again, a gentle hand in his hair, soft thighs under his head and the overall warm feeling of being close to somebody without any expectations or underlying suspicion that seemed to follow him almost everywhere…

Well, if Logan caught him with a blep on his face some amount of time later and couldn’t help to chuckle under his breath, Janus was never to find out.

It was really nice when they were spending time together.

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