#demus mention

[quackkaz]

Janus : I love murder mysteries.

Remus, trying to impress Janus : I've been a suspect in four murder cases :3

[aidensm8]

Quick little incorrect quote inspired from a recent interaction with friends. Especially @what-aboutno 's quote about us lmao

[thatonelesbianfander]

My favorite Sanders Sides headcanons that I have that I will add to almost any AU I make:

This is a top 10 list of different headcanons that I have for every side + C!Thomas that I add to every AU I make of the sides. Also included are gender, pronoun, and sexuality headcanons as well as a few extra headcanons with the whole group

Small TW for weapons mention

(Quick little thing: When I’m talking about Thomas I mean C!Thomas)

This took so long to make I swear-

Cut off because this is a really long post

Remus

Achillean/Gay (switches between labels)

They/them nonbinary

1) Remus is autistic (I have a different post about that here so I won’t go into much detail)

2) They likes to doodle on their headphones, so all their pairs of headphones are just covered in stickers and drawings

3) They does pole dancing for sport and are really strong because of it

4) Sometimes Remus will end up falling asleep hanging upside down on their pole and no one knows how or why they do it

5) They have a weapon called a “jack handle” which is a handle with a button that can transform it into any weapon at will

6) Remus has octopus tentacles that they can summon at will, which they usually use as a hammock to lounge around

7) They are very dependent on attention and if they don’t get attention they will be very spiteful, and do things just to annoy people until they are given attention

8) A lot of times, Remus’ll just say the most unhinged things ever and then just be like “Anyways, today I saw a balloon :D”

9) Remus grows their hair out really long that they have to have Janus help them keep it clean

10) Remus likes having their hair played with and combed

Janus

Pansexual

It/they agender

1)Janus plays guitar and has actually written a few songs of its own

2) They work as a lawyer

3) They like to read in its spare time, but usually ends up having to keep Remus near them in order to be able to read for a long time

4) It can transform into a snake at will, which they usually use so they can get some rest while staying near Remus

5) Janus uses a scythe as its main weapon with their cane being used as a prop to give them a more dramatic flair

6) They cannot look casual without looking like a model, they literally do not know how to make a casual outfit because it’s so dramatic

7) Janus likes customizing its hat with different kinds of ribbons and bows for different occasions

8) They have a lot of snake like traits, a couple being bad eyesight, cold blooded, and being hard of hearing sometimes

9) Janus’s shapeshifting tends to go haywire when it’s stressed

10) They suffer from identity issues sometimes because of their shape shifting powers

Roman

Gay

He/she bigender

1) Roman is very protective of his family

2) He has ADHD

3) He is very artistic, being able to draw human anatomy really well, but usually gives up when it comes to faces, leading a bunch of her artworks faceless

4) She only really gets vulnerable about his feelings with people he’s close with and trusts

5) He is very protective of her loved ones, leading herself to get injured a lot trying to protect them

6) Roman has a hyperfixation on Disney, cartoons, and theatre

7) She is a very big theatre person, and performs in almost every community theatre production

8) He is fluent in Spanish, and knows a little French

9) She carries a bag with a sketch book and some art supplies with her wherever he goes

10) Roman can be pretty reckless at times but not as much as Remus

Patton

Asexual omnisexual

He/him trans male

1) Patton likes to bake desserts for all the sides

2) Patton is always the first one asleep in the house

3) He is usually the one who ends up having to stop arguments

4) He is very understanding of what the others need and will make sure to do what he can to help the others

5) He is very good with pets and it usually the person the others go to when they need help with their pets

6) He loves wearing stuff with pastel colors

7) Patton likes to collect stickers and basically everything he has ends up covered in stickers

8) Patton doesn’t like to fight and usually tries to talk things out with the person but will throw hands if he needs to

9) He is very generous and puts others needs before his own, opting to help others with their problems before fixing his own

10) Patton doesn’t have any weapons due to not liking fighting

Virgil

Bisexual

He/they demimale

1) Virgil is usually the last one asleep in the household

2) He likes to collect pins and buttons

3) They are very skilled with knife tricks, sometimes showing off the tricks he learned during gatherings

4) They mostly stay in their room which is dimly lit and quiet

5) He has his old season 1 jacket still hanging in his closet although they never wear it anymore

6) He has a horrible sleep schedule due to insomnia and usually takes a lot of naps during the day

7) They are very good at hiding and bending in due to their darker color pallet

8) They like to collect vinyl records and have a record player in his closet that he plays the records on

9) He is a very big horror movie fan, and watches a bunch of different horror movies (usually also accompanied by Remus)

10) Virgil still likes to use wired headphones but mostly uses Bluetooth ones since they’re easier to use

Logan

Polysexual

He/it agender

1) Logan is the cook of the household

2) Logan tends to get very caught up in its work, sometimes forgetting to eat lunch

3) He secretly loves to sing, and can sometimes be caught quietly singing to himself while working

4) Even though it tends to get caught up in his work, it still has a very good work schedule

5) It likes to keep to schedules and will schedule a bunch of stuff months in advance

6) He likes a lot of things that would seem “girly” to other people and thinks gender roles are stupid

7) One whole side of his room is just a library of books that he’s collected

8) It’s a really big fan of comic book but doesn’t admit it

9) It likes to volunteer as a librarian sometimes, and will help the local libraries

10) He has the most healthy diet out of everyone in the group

C!Thomas

Gay

He/him cis male

1) Thomas is a father figure to Remus and Roman, helping the two through anything they’re going through

2) He is the only one in the group who’s able to hold everyone together

3) He wears a flower clip in his hair with the petals colored to each of the side’s colors

4) He cannot keep a houseplant alive even if his life depended on it

5) He is very dedicated to his acting career

6) He likes to collect little trinkets like stones, shells, leafs, etc whenever he goes somewhere and has a big box of stuff in his closet

7) Thomas is very protective of the group but knows how not to put his life at risk while protecting the others

8) He is very thoughtful of the others feelings, and is usually the person the group goes to if they need comfort

9) Thomas loves to buy new Lego sets so much that the others usually have to convince him that he doesn’t need a new set

10) He likes trying out new things from time to time and sometimes picks up a new hobby because of it

Extras: Group

Ships: Demus/Dukeceit, and sometimes LAMP

Remus, Janus, and Roman are all best friends

Roman and Remus have a really good sibling bond, they like joking around with each other and will comfort each other when one feels sad

The twins will sometimes end up getting themselves into trouble because one decided to encourage the other’s stupid decisions

Remus and Virgil are very competitive when it comes to Just Dance and will both cheat each other over if they play together

Roman and Remus both have matching masks of those theater masks with Remus having the smiling one and Roman having the frowning one

Roman and Remus will have duals in the mindpalace for fun

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 15: Live to Tell

Prev - Live to Tell - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3378 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, non-graphic discussions of abuse

Janus depositions Logan in preparation for their court battle with Kelly. He tells Janus everything. Well, nearly everything. Everything relevant, Logan is certain.

I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned 'Til then, it will burn inside of me - Live to Tell, Madonna

Roman stayed until Saturday afternoon. They spent the night on the couch, talking and… to be honest, each had dozed a bit, as well. Logan had fallen asleep first, warm and safe, wrapped in Roman's arms, holding him just as closely. The next morning, the boys didn’t question Roman’s presence and simply greeted him like he belonged there.

Despite his worries, they’d had a blissful weekend together, with cake and leftovers for breakfast, and a thrift store hunt for books and Doctor Who DVDs later in the day. Saying goodbye to Roman had been difficult, with wild fantasies of making a permanent space for him flitting through Logan's mind. But Remy's scheme to meet up the next weekend for the movie gave them all something to look forward to.

Remy’s housemate Emile came by Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend with his parents and they’d all fumbled their way through making sushi with the kit the boys had given him for his birthday. Emile had even gifted him a little matcha tea set, the sakura petals on the bamboo finish perfectly matching the kit from his sons.

By Sunday night, Remy, Virgil, and Emile had driven back up to Bellingham, and Logan had dropped off Patton at Kelly’s for her week with him. Neither had mentioned the papers. 

He took his time getting ready for bed, drawing out the rote tasks. He flossed twice, refilled the hand soap bottles, changed out the towels in all the bathrooms. The weekend’s busyness, his sons’ laughter filling the house—and, thanks to Roman, his own—had pushed away his worries about Kelly’s filing and Monday’s deposition with Janus.

Now that he was alone again, it was impossible to think about anything else.

More times than he wanted to admit, he’d picked up his phone, tapping open his ongoing chat with Roman, and tried to imagine what he would say if he invited him over. Twice, he’d even started to type out the message, but no matter how he worded it, his request sounded… disrespectful. Dirty. Hey, Ro, my sons aren’t home. Wanna come over?

Shaking his head, he went downstairs to finish the laundry he’d neglected that weekend. Once that was done, he moved on to strip all the beds and, in a few loads, had washed all the sheets and blankets. By the time he’d folded the last comforter, still warm and smelling like that Saturday Roman had found him at the laundromat, the first birds had begun their morning calls. Logan made his bed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, then stood in front of the kitchen window to watch the sunrise slowly open the blooms in his flower box.

When the bottom edge of the sun cleared the horizon, Logan rinsed his cup and got ready for work. If he left soon, he could take the bus in and not need to worry about the traffic over the bridge.

~

“A little odd to be on the other side of one of these, isn’t it?” Janus remarked as he sat across from him in his office. He tried not to listen when Janus asked Beatrice to ensure they weren’t disturbed, though he’d appreciated the way Janus had asked him to bring a stack of files from his office as a subtle subterfuge.

“More than a little,” he nodded.

Humming, Janus flipped through folders on his desk. “I see from the proceedings you represented yourself—”

“You have my court records?” Logan interrupted, eyes wild as he tried to recall what other information might be hidden away in those files.

Janus looked up, a faint frown wrinkling his brow. “I’m your attorney.”

“Right, yes, of course… I—I don’t mean…” He looked down at his hands. Janus was certain to rescind the Assistant AIC offer after all of this. This was even worse than the review of his Q-Law cases.

“Did you consult with anyone?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I… took care of it. Kelly was the petitioner. She… It was… I just wanted it done.”

Logan wasn’t sure if Roman had warned him or not, but Janus started very slowly with the rest of his questions, building out a chronological list of events in their marriage and separation. He captured the boys’ names and birthdays—they’d been redacted from the court record. They talked a bit about Virgil’s birth and his surgeries. Logan even told Janus how Virgil’s genetic screening had showed a hereditary component to the defect in his diaphragm. He admitted how, afterward, he’d had his own genome screened and confirmed he carried the gene.

Janus didn’t ask for more details, so he let the rest of that thread drop.

Instead, he began to ask about the… quality of his relationship with Kelly. Logan bit the inside of his cheek, fighting for control. He’d just managed to win a sliver of respect from his boss. He couldn’t… He couldn’t just throw that all away with some overly emotional reaction.

“We… we disagreed on…” Logan sucked in a slow breath, forcing his twitching hands to calm. Janus’ eyes flicked down to his lap and made a note in the margin of his yellow legal pad. “On a few important things about the boys.” He shrugged, “Like all married people, I suppose.”

He nodded slowly, writing without taking his eyes off of Logan’s expression. “Your parents… disagreed a lot?”

In one breath, Logan was back in his parents’ old rambler in Oregon. He sat on his closet floor, making flashcards, a heavy AP History textbook open on his lap. Surrounded by hanging clothes, with his blanket shoved against the gap at the bottom, his father’s shouted words and his mother’s occasional responses were muffled and difficult to make out.

But the tones were unmistakable. And far too familiar. 

Logan couldn’t stop his hands from shaking so he crossed his arms over his belly, gripping and releasing the sides of his shirt. “Excellent motivation to get a scholarship to UW and move out on my own,” he said, an attempt at levity. His voice cracked at the end and Janus simply made another note on his legal pad.

Janus tapped the end of his pen against his lips and went quiet. Logan had observed him cross examine reticent witnesses often enough to have seen this tactic of his before. Given enough time under his ‘I have all day, how about you?’ gaze, even other attorneys who knew it was coming would start to sweat and say anything to fill the silence.

Logan was well practiced at holding his tongue.

“You were married for…” Janus flipped back to the front page and did the math. “Eighteen years.” Faster than Logan had expected, he’d moved on to the ‘I already know everything, you might as well answer my questions’ stage. “This is difficult. Difficult to talk about, difficult to re-experience,” he said, his voice softer than Logan had braced himself for and his eyes darted up, an unfamiliar expression on his boss’ face. “Believe me, I understand.” 

He nodded, then lowered his head and waited for Janus' next question, shields up and ready.

“Talk to me, Logan.” Without seeing his face, it almost sounded like a plea. “What made you finally decide to divorce?”

Eyes closed to avoid the inevitable ridicule on Janus’ expression, Logan forced a slow, deep breath. Still, his voice shook shamefully when he spoke. “How much of this has Roman already told you?”

“None." Logan looked up, the honesty in Janus' voice too strong to ignore. “Roman can be a bit of a drama king—”

“Excuse me?” Logan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended but instead of looking angry at his interjection, Janus merely looked surprised and… pleased?

“As is my Remus,” he said, the tone of that ‘my’ hanging in the air, as though he noted some other parallel between the brothers. Janus’ smile morphed into a bit of a smirk. “As am I, so I’ve been told.” Janus watched his reaction with interest and for a moment, Logan could have sworn his boss was about to add him to his list of ‘drama kings.’ Logan looked down and smoothed his tie for the sake of having somewhere else to look. “Personally, I think the world could use more drama kings,” he continued. “You never need doubt where you stand with us.”

Speak for yourself, Logan thought but did not say.

“Regardless.” Janus grew serious. “Unless you asked him to tell me something personal you’d shared with him, Roman would not breathe a word of it.” He lowered his legal pad. “And, aside from a very short list of legally required disclosures, the same is true for me. Your secrets are safe.”

He pinched his sides, a distraction from the tears already burning the backs of his eyes. Janus waited, but when Logan didn’t speak for several long moments, he prodded. “To do my job, Logan, I need to know everything.”

Logan deflated, the last shreds of his pride spooled in a tangled mess on the floor. “I know,” he sighed. 

“Was it more than 'disagreements' between you?” Janus asked again, even softer this time.

Logan’s bottom lip trembled, but the harder he tried to control it, the worse it got. He nodded and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

“Much more.”

~

Eighteen years of practicing law plus two decade’s worth of his own personal experiences had muted Janus’ expressiveness in the face of misery. Remus worked hard to ensure it was a mask he could drop, that he had spaces where he was free to cry and shout and stumble and laugh. His husband spent an inordinate amount of energy and love ensuring he would not be swallowed up and consumed by his jaded attorney façade.

Janus clung to that jadedness now, letting it carry him as he fought to keep a mostly neutral expression while Logan recounted the gradual descent from storybook romance to a narrow escape from Hansel and Gretel’s witch.

It was a familiar story. While Q-Law received most of its funding from its flashier cases, the national attention garnered through their work on major legislation, fancy galas, and private benefactors, from a caseload perspective, a plurality of their work was in family law. Domestic violence cases in particular. Q-Law was there to serve a need in the queer community and, tragically, that’s where the greatest need lay.

What made this story different for Janus was he didn’t need to ask if anyone at his client’s workplace had the faintest inkling of just how bad, just how dangerous his home life had been.

Janus had had none.

Shame bubbled in his chest as Roman’s tight-lipped admonition ran laps through his mind. ‘Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.’ This interview proved he most certainly did not.

He turned to a fresh page. “And which of these injuries did you actually seek care for?” Logan curled in on himself, the implied accusation harsh even to Janus’ ears. “That came out wrong, I’m sorry. I simply wish to retrieve hospital records,” he said.

“Do you—” Logan shivered and Janus checked the thermostat. The office was set to 71°F. “Do you really think that will be necessary?”

He frowned and sat back in his chair. Janus was accustomed to clients, particularly DV clients, demonstrating resistance to reliving and retreading these parts of their lives. But Logan was a lawyer. A lawyer who, thanks to his now explainable eagerness to pick up so many of the toughest DV cases, was arguably the most experienced DV trial lawyer in the firm.

What wasn’t he getting about this?

“We’ve only seen the initial petition, Logan,” Janus began as carefully as he could. A spark of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress buzzed in his mind. “If she alleges any sort of—”

“I never hurt her. Not even—” His voice fell away and his eyes were drawn to the door. Fuck, he was losing him.

Janus looked down at the desk between them. He stood, wincing when Logan flinched. He brought his legal pad and a pen and sat at the other end of the couch, nothing between them now but a few feet of overstuffed leather sofa.

“What can you share, Logan?” he asked softly.

“I…” He sighed, shoulders curled over and he held out his right hand. A vague recollection of a college sports injury explaining away the titanium pins that triggered court metal detectors flicked across Janus’ mind.

“I had surgery at Evergreen for my wrist fracture. Started at the emergency room. There will be X-rays.” Janus’ pen flew across the page. “I left… AMA from Recovery.” He massaged the bone just above his wrist and from here, Janus could see the three little white lines from the incisions. “Kelly came by with the kids and… drove me home.”

“She convinced you to leave against medical advice?”

Logan looked away. “The doctor had called a social worker because my injuries were ‘inconsistent with the patient’s reported cause.’”

Janus nodded slowly and made a few marks on the page before flipping back to review the full list of incidents Logan had recounted. “This was in October 2011?”

“After Patton’s first diagnosis.”

He nodded again and flipped back to the mostly blank page, pen hovering over the sheet, ready for the next set of records to requisition. When Logan remained silent, Janus looked up. “Whenever you’re ready,” he prompted gently.

“That’s it.”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” He stared at Logan, brow furrowed as he turned again to the pages detailing the times their arguments had turned violent. The times that bitch had turned violent.

“That was the only injury for which I sought care.” His voice was stiff. Formal.

“What?” Janus hissed, calm façade cracking as he scanned the list. “You—your—The fractures in your hand?” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “Your concussions, the burn, the—the tear in your lobe, you—”

“Dermabond surgical adhesive was sufficient to stop the bleeding.“

Janus scoffed. “You can’t just order that shit from Amazon!”

Logan merely shrugged. “It’s a basic veterinary supply. It isn’t that difficult to acquire.”

“I see,” Janus said more to his notepad than his client. Logan had used fucking vetbond on himself then went to work the next day like nothing had happened. His employee. His co-worker. Sour acid churned in his stomach. 

‘He’s your friend, too…’

Roman had been wrong. Janus had not been his friend.

He watched Logan over the top of his legal pad. Shame crawling up his spine, he wondered how many times he’d fucking laughed when Devin had sat where Logan was now and remarked how clumsy their quiet co-worker must be to so often have had some sort of limp or bandage or…

No. He couldn’t undo any of that. But he could fight like hell for Logan now. 

“Do you have friends who would be willing to support any of this with contemporaneous reports?” he asked, trying a new tactic. “Neighbors? Anyone you’ve been close with who knew what had really happened and would give a statement?”

“No,” Logan said. His fingers tapped the side of his knee in what more closely resembled a tremor than a fidget.

“What makes you so sure they’d be unwilling to come forward?” Despite humanity's general unwillingness to rock the boat even to save a person from drowning, Janus couldn’t imagine everyone in Logan’s life would be so reluctant to help. With the notable exception of Devin, Logan had always been kind and thoughtful to everyone in the office, unerringly polite and considerate. The first to pass around a card for birthdays or tragedies, despite the glaring omission of his own. There had to be someone.

“We could ensure their anonymity if they’re concerned about… social ramifications. She wouldn’t need to know they’d said anything.”

It was like convincing a rock. He wouldn’t even look up. “Logan, we’ve done it before. Domestic violence situations, particularly when witnesses consider both parties friends and—”

Logan shook his head. “You misunderstand me. I mean I… I have no… confidants from that period of my life. Your, ah…” Logan crossed and uncrossed his legs then wrapped his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. “Your brother-in-law is my first friend in a very long time.”

He looked down at his statement. “You… “ Sighing, he set the legal pad face down on the coffee table and turned in his seat to face Logan properly. “You have been through so much and…” He met his eyes. 

Janus used to wonder how people could be so blind when the people around them were suffering. How people could waltz through their days, ignoring the obvious hurt of those around them. But he’d been just as bad. Just as oblivious. “I'm sorry I never noticed the signs. That I never tried to help you.”

Logan looked away, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. Janus had always thought it a nervous habit. Now he wondered how much the mis-fused bones pained him. And how much of it was a reminder of that fight.

Finally, Logan shrugged. “I made every effort to ensure there was nothing for anyone to notice.”

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, then Janus stood. “Can I make you some tea?” Logan looked up, surprise cutting through his mask. Janus smiled and spread his hands, gesturing toward the little kettle and bamboo box of matcha. “I know I could use a cup. I imagine you could, too.”

Logan huffed. “Got anything stronger than tea?”

Shaking his head, Janus chuckled and pulled his five-year Alcoholics Anonymous chip from his pocket. “Nope.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, Logan. We… we’ve both had our secrets, haven’t we?” Janus checked the kettle and clicked it on, then pulled two mugs from underneath the tea caddy. “How long have we known each other?”

“Almost twenty-two years.”

Janus shook his head. “Far too long to not actually know each other.”

“Perhaps,” he said. 

The water rumbled in the kettle and Janus whisked it into the powder in the chawan, the steam carrying the bright, clean scent through the room.

“May I help with the tea?” Logan began to rise. “You don’t need to serve me.”

“Yes, actually, I do.” Janus looked over his shoulder and winked. “You’re older, so I pour the tea.”

Sitting back down, Logan shook his head, a tiny scowl wrinkling his brow. “I can’t be that much older than you.”

“Very nearly nine months,” Janus smiled as he poured Logan’s tea, then his own, and set both cups down on the table.

Logan’s face couldn’t decide if he should glare or grin.

“Don’t worry,” Janus nodded and waited for Logan to pick up his cup. “I promise I won’t rub it in too much.”

Smiling, Logan took a sip and set down his cup. 

“Besides, it’s bad manners to mock the elderly.”

A sudden belly laugh burst from the ordinarily quiet man.

“Careful there,” Janus murmured, sipping his tea. “Too much excitement at your age can't be healthy.” Shoulders shaking, Logan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and Janus passed him another tissue.

Janus slid a little closer on the couch and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”

“Well,” Logan nodded and raised his cup. “Here’s to twenty-two more years of hearing it.”

By the time they finished their tea, the clock on Janus’ desk chimed six times. “Damn,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and confirming just how late it really was. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your boys.”

“No,” Logan shook his head, turning the little cup in his hands. “Not at all. Patton is at Kelly’s this week. I’m not needed.” Janus frowned at his phrasing and Logan fumbled to explain. “He carpooled after school, and the…” He looked down and the desk lamp cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. “The quarter’s started at Western.”

“Hmm.” More shaken by Logan's words than he wanted to admit, Janus took their empty cups and placed them in the basin on the bottom shelf of his tea caddy. “Any plans for dinner, then?”

-

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[loganofthenorth]

Do you have any ships you don't like?

Ever just look into your inbox and realize you have a bunch of asks you forgot about? Ha could be me

That was going to say couldn't be me but auto correct changed it and it's not wrong so I'm leaving it

Anywho, ships I don't like? Yes of course, I have many.

Obviously there's the forbidden ship r*mr*m that shouldn't even be a thing so I'm not going to dignify it with a paragraph

Then there's Logicality which I've written about before. I used to like it, but after rewatching Sanders Sides twice I realized they aren't very healthy for each other in a romantic sense. Patton seems to make Logan out to be the bad guy when he's just trying to help, and Logan tends to snap when his patience runs thin. Also the Skip incident in SVS Redux, where Patton asked for Logan's input before silencing him because Logan's opinion went against his.

Then there's Intruality, I love it in AUs under certain circumstances, but it's a big fat No in cannon. It doesn't work because if you look at Sanders Sides from Remus's perspective, Patton is a manipulative abuser. If you look at Sanders Sides from Patton's perspective, Remus is a bad guy that lashes out for no reason. Like, sure, one could say that they might work through that and think they misunderstood each other. However, neither of them are technically wrong. Besides, considering that Remus exists because his version of creativity was morally frowned upon, and was therefore repressed so that Roman could be a morally appropriate version of creativity, a romantic relationship would be awkward at absolute best. Honestly if they do somehow work on their issues with each other, the best outcome would be that Remus and Patton's relationship would become a sort of father that abandoned his son and now they're reconnecting kind of thing.

Then there's Moxiety, this one is just because I see Patton and Virgil in a father/son relationship. Also, the fact that Virgil is Thomas's fears and fear is an emotion, which Patton has dominion over, it's possible that Patton is actually Virgil's father in the same way that Roman and Remus are brothers. I also believe that the Orange Side is anger, and if that's the case, he would be Patton's son as well.

I can go into that theory in another post though.

Next is Royality, and yes I know, you're probably sensing a pattern.

Now, don't get me wrong. While Patton is my least favourite character, that doesn't mean I hate him. I actually love Patton, especially in episodes like the puppet episode where he shows incredible emotional maturity that is really helpful to Thomas.

I also love how complicated of a character he is, and it's sad that the fandom simplifies him to just a happy, nice, cute, silly character, because he's more than that. He has severe depression, and a lot of issues that come from that. He also grew up taking catholic views to heart, following all the morals Thomas was taught as well as he can.

On top of that, he manages emotions, which is such an incredibly complicated thing to be in charge of. He manages instincts, like when Thomas feels good for doing something good, or when Thomas is hungry, or thirsty, or whatever else. He manages a large percentage of Thomas's likes, dislikes, sense of humour, inner child, and more. Patton has a large mountain of responsibilities, which adds to the complexity of his character.

He also appears to be very manipulative, whether or not he intends to be using manipulation tactics, I don't know. I think his character's too complicated to know that for sure. However, he's done a lot of love bombing, guilt tripping, and other manipulative actions that make him out to be this innocent good guy and anyone that disagrees with him to look like a bad guy.

Due to how complex of a character Patton is, and due to how he has made himself a father figure to most of the sides, it's hard to enjoy him in most ships in cannon. The only ship that works well for him is Moceit, in my opinion, because Janus is working with him to help Patton work through these issues. Patton is also good for Janus because Janus needs to learn how to communicate in a way that doesn't seem like he's attacking or sabotaging Thomas/the other sides.

Now, with that aside, back to Royality.

Royality is a very best friend or father/son relationship. More best friend in AUs and Father/Son in both cannon and AUs. I say more father son in cannon, because Roman has shown a desire to gain Patton's approval. He tries to follow Patton's rules, even though every time he finally manages to meet Patton's impossible standards, suddenly they change and turn around completely. (I have ranted about this several times and will likely do it again in future posts.)

Now, with those out of the way, yes there is more.

Next is Logince

I like Logince in AUs, and it's not that I don't think Logan and Roman's dynamic is amazing, it's not that I think they wouldn't work romantically, I just see them more as a brotherly relationship. Roman treats Logan like an older brother that he fights a lot with, but at the end of the day he just wants to be good enough for Logan. The way they talk about Patton to each other is a lot like Roman being a teenage brother complaining about their Dad and how lame/strict/embarrassing/etc he is to his adult brother.

Then there's Anxceit. This one I don't like because I see Janus as a mother figure to Virgil and Remus. I guess it could work in AUs, but to get their dynamic right, it would probably be a friends to enemies to lovers situation. Like Catradora. Also Janus and Virgil still have a lot of bad blood to work through, so if I'm wrong about the mother/son bond and they were just friends before, then Anxceit would probably have a lot of work to do and an awkward patching up before they can be in a healthy relationship.

Now there's Demus and Roceit. Which, maybe they shouldn't be on this list, because I do like these ships, but I do want to talk about them.

Demus I tend to feel meh about, it's basically dark side Royality. They work as a mother/son dynamic or best friends, not really romantic partners. However, I love them when it's Intruloceit, because I love Loceit and Intrulogical.

Roceit, this is friends to enemies to lovers galore. Roceit is not a healthy ship currently, but it's definitely an entertaining one. Due to Roman's insecurities and Janus using Roman for his greater plan, however, I don't know if a romantic relationship would work in cannon. It depends on where the story goes from where we are right now. However this is the perfect enemies to lovers ship for AUs if you get bored of Prinxiety's popularity.

Now what's interesting about Demus and Roceit is that if you believe in the theory that Roman and Remus were once King Creativity, which I do, and if you've seen the King AU, which I have, that adds all kinds of layers of complicated to Demus and Roceit. Of course, I may go over that in a future post.

Sorry this was so long, I hope you enjoyed my infodump!

[rose-coloured-prince]

Your words are thick and syrupy

And ugly

And i'll lick them from your tongue.

Its dark and gross and metallic

And i'll smile as it stains my teeth.

.

You think you're so clean

But you're covered in slick

Spilled from the holes

you stabbed from sharp words

Into your skin and scales.

.

You say truth hurts

But i think lies sting worse.

You dared me to love you

Thinking you've spilled all your ugly truths,

Thinking you're patching up tattered wounds.

.

Truth is i know theyre lies.

Truth is rot, blood, sick

I'll kiss, lick, and love through it.

Truth is your dare isn't much of a challenge.

I'll love you, gross or clean, in my sleep.

-

@dukeceitweek

Day 1 - Truth/Dare

[beetlewine-art]

"Who's Manny?"

I just found out that "Manny" is used as a nickname for "Roman" and i decided to make a short fanfic about it because i got inspired.

Resume: Virgil has been crazy about his new boyfriend lately and has been talking non-stop about him, his two best friends, Remus and Janus, start to befome curious about this new man Virgil is dating, his name is, "Manny" or at least that's what Remus thinks since that's what Virgil calls him, to his surprise, Manny is only a loving nickname that Virgil uses to hyde the identity of his boyfriend, eventually, the true comes out and Remus is not happy about who "Manny" actually is.

Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety, mentioned romantic Demus.

Warnings: Swearing, lying, Remus being an overprotective brother and Virgil is a simp.

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Remus is rolling his eyes, once again, Virgil started going on about his new man. Virgil has been like this since he started seen his current boyfriend, he was going on and on about how beautiful and talented he is: "Manny did this" "Manny did that" or "Manny and i went to X place last week". Remus was tired of it, it was cute at first but now it was just annoying.

He couldn't understand how Janus was SO patient with Virgil, meybe because the emo has never been so invested in a relationship before, Virgil is usually really private about his love life and never talked this munch about his dates. But this time he was head over heels and couldn't stop talking about this "Manny" guy.

Janus was starting to get really curious about him, and really suspicious about their relationship too, because as he said it: "For a man who brags so munch about his boyfriend, he is trying really hard to hyde it from us" and he wasn't wrong, Remus couldn't care less, he was tired to hear about Manny, but he admited that it was really weird how little Virgil shared about his boyfriend. Sure he talked a lot about Manny, but at the same time he didn't? Sure, he talked about how amazing he is, but he never gives any actual information about him, like how old he is or what he does for a living, what he is studying in collage, nothing.

"is kinda impresive, you know?" Remus heard Janus said "How you can talk so munch about this guy, but never tells us anything about it" Remus looked at Virgil, who now had his eyes wide open and had gone completely silent. Janus continued:

"When are we going to meet him?"

Virgil said the same reason he gave the last time they asked him that "is too soon" but Janus wasn't having it

"Come on, Virge, is been seven months since you used that scuse, you can't keep using when you two have been dating for ten months by now"

Virgil shrugged his shoulders and look away:"You can't meet him now, he is out of town".

"Oh, why? Is he gone because of work? Or collage?".

Virgil looked unsure to answer that question, but finally he said:

"He is away because he got a role in a musical, is not a big one, but he is really exited about it".

"So he is an actor"? Janus asked and

Virgil nooded, Janus wanted to know more, Remus was listening to the conversation, he wanted to see how munch information Janus could get from Virgil before the emo decided to leave. Janus asked another question:

"How old is he?"

"22"

"Is he in collage?"

"Why does that matters?" Virgil was starting to get anxious, so he grabed his drink and looked at Janus before taking a bif sip from the cup. Remus was starting to get interested in the conversation joined in:

"don't get defensive, Emo, Jani just wants to know more about your little boyfriend, is normal since you want to hyde him so badly"

"I AM NOT trying to hyde him"

"Then why don't you tell us more about him, right now the only thing we know about him is that he is an actor and is 22 years old" Remus smiles at janus and laugh.

"And that his name is Manny, don't forget his name, Jan"

Janus looked at Remus and said, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, i don't think that's his actual name Remus, little Virge here has a bad habit of refering to his boyfriends by nicknames only" Janus looked back at Virgil, who looked like a bowl of cold water had just fall over him.

"So what's his actual name? I guess is something like Emmanuel? or Manfred?"

Virgil was now sweating and got up.

"None of those, now if you scuse me, i have to go"

"I guess his name just end with "Man"?"

"Wait a minute"

Remus looked at Virgil, something was weird, things started to connect in his head. Virgil had a 22 years old boyfriend, that was an actor and was away from town because he got a role in a musical, meanwhile, Remus just happends to have a younger brother, who is put of town, is also and actor and is the same age as Manny.

"I REALLY HAVE TO GO" Virgil grabed his things and left his part to pay for the drinks. In that moment Remus got up and started to follow Virgil.

"Virge, wait, who is Manny?"

Virgil didn't listen to him and walked faster.

"Virgil, come back"

Virgil started to run.

"VIRGILIO DON'T FUCKING RUN AWAY FROM ME, TELL ME WHO THE FUCK "MANNY" IS FOR?" Remus screamed while running behind Virgil.

Janus soon regreted his choices, payd for their drinks and run behind them while telling Remus to calm down.

Three weeks later, Roman come back to town and he was not happy when he found out about the fight his brother and boyfriend had in the middle of the street, and he was even more livid when Remus had the audacity to give him the silent treatment for dating one of his friends.

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This is my first short fic and i'm terrible with writting in english, i am so sorry for the terror grammar. I wanted to do this as a writting practice and because i was inspired. If you want, you can't correct my writting mistakes, i am open to critics and corrections.

Tag list: @emobeanwhoneedssleep @maze-arts @roman-can-gay @dorkyduckling16 @meowthefluffy

[tss-storytime-summaries]

49

Expected Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentioned / past abuse, trama, language! - anything else that arises would be discussed with the artist before implementation.

Characters: Virgil, Roman, Janus, Remus.

Romantic Relationships: Prinxiety, probably some Demus later on.

Summary: ******* had been too young to remember when exactly his village had first started to treat him like an outsider, like his anxiety made him needy and weak, but by the time he'd turned 15, he'd really had no choice but to flee. Jumping from town to town, nothing went his way at all, not until he'd met G.

Trading away the name that'd never fit him in exchange for being taken care of physically had seemed like a good idea at the time but… if only the village he'd grown up in had cared enough to tell him why you don't, under any circumstance, make deals with the Fae, no matter how solid you think your wording is.

It's been years since Virgil (as he's taken to calling himself in his head) had made the worst mistake of his life, and yet there'll never be a chance for things be any different, let alone something as miraculous as Virgil ever escaping from the sickingly sweet and controlling comments, the expectation of being absolutely perfect all the time, and the empty loneliness that constantly lingered around Virgil whether he was alone, with G in his chamber, or if Virgil was being shown off to a crowd.

But that was the decision he'd made to keep himself from starving, and there was nothing he could do to change that or even his situation. Nothing could ever possibly change his horrible misfortune… right?

Trans coded Virgil (might be discussed in the fic but probably not), Fae AU, not set in modern times but I also don't have an exact time for this either, I imagine I'll just take what I want from whenever as this isn't our universe, I think mixing things from different times is cool, and it's definitely easier then going down a rabbit hole of research.

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

GFYJUJYV ME WHEN I GET TAGGED TO PICK A SONG FOR EACH LETTER OF MY URL GYJYUU LONG ASS MF URL SCREEEEAAAM (thank you @mithli b7abak)

also y'all bitches already know how I do I am going to add commentary to each song <3 good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor!!!

F - Fernando, ABBA (literally this or Fantasy by Mariah Carey it was so hard to choose)

E - Everywhere, Fleetwood Mac (clearly...)

L - La Bamba, Los Lobos (L is literally the hardest letter so far Jesus Christ!)

L - Last Dance, Donna Summer (honorable mention to Last Christmas by Wham!)

A - Against The Wind, Victory

S - The Story, Brandi Carlile (actually fuck the letter s omg, sorry to Still My Friend by Rubby, Kaysha and Soul of a Man performed by Stark Sands from the Broadway musical Kinky Boots you all deserve to win)

L - Lets Groove, Earth Wind & Fire

E - The Edge Of Glory, Lady Gaga

E - El Hal Romancy, Mashrou' Leila

P - Piece of My Heart, Faith Hill (actually p was the most evil I really cannot even list all the the other songs I wanted to put here to all you need to know is it was a blood bath but Miss Hill does deserve to be here thank you)

I - I Touch Myself, Divinyls (easily top i song)

N - No One, Alicia Keys (honestly just gotta go with a classic :)

B - Battlefield, Jordin Sparks (this was also hard wanna mention Barbie Girl by Aqua and so many others but I won't, Jordin ate this song up tho like every time the vocals get me, like listening to this song for nearly a decade and I'm not tired, timeless)

A - Ain't No Way, Aretha Franklin (NO ACTUALLY THIS IS THE WORST ONEEE SO HARD TO PICVKLK, shout out to Akin Ka Na Lang by Morissette Amon and anything by Gaga starting with A, Alejandro, Alice sorry but they don't compare to this rip)

L - Las de la Intuición, Shakira (also honorable mention to La Gata Bajo la Lluvia by Rocío Dúrcal)

T - Tease Me, Chaka Demus & Pliers (so hard shout out Te Plac by 3 Sud Est, Te Dejo Madrid and Te Aviso, Te Anuncio by Shakira)

I - If I Get High - II, Nothing But Thieves (truly a three-way between this, I Know It's Over by Jeff Buckley and I Am a Poseur by X-ray Spex)

M - My Man, Barbra Streisand, Funny Girl (SCREAMING AND CRYING AND THROWING UP!! IM JUST A BOY WHO SUCKS COCK BORN INTO A WORLD WHERE HES FORCED TO PICK ONE SONG STARTING WITH THE LETTER M WHEN THERE'S MERCY BY DUFFY, ME LLORA EL CIELO BY JESSE & JOY ETC ETC HASTA WILLOW SMITH BRO!! I- THIS WAS SO AWFUL but ultimately it is Miss Streisand if she doesn't get one for Piece of Sky it has to be My Man)

O - Origin of Love, Steven Trask, Hedwig and The Angry Inch (strangely enough it was quite difficult to find songs I liked enough to put on o which is weird bc... it's literally my playlist so idk what that says)

R - Rumore, Raffaella Carrà (werk)

E - El Tajo y la Tanga, Nene Malo (EL ICÓNICO, EL INOLVIDABLE!!! NENE MALOOOOO really feel good about ending with him ngl)

thank you for joining me on this journey if you too would like to participate feel free to do so!! here are some tagged folks mwah!

@transboydororo @iminfinitelyinfinitesimal @theranchbandit @vickythecarwash @allosaurusjimmadseni @alvallah

feel free to participate or not

[mysticxxl]

repost because tumblr got stupid I got inspired to write again! This time by @dimorphodon-x​ ‘s sentient Weak Anthropic Principle (the Scavengers’ ship) idea! I wanted to play on it a bit, and definitely got curious when Misfire was mentioned :eyes:  I relate a lot to Misfire and because of it felt like I should write a small something ;w; Hope you enjoy! Note: This takes place during the beginning of... issue 45, if I recall correctly, but with a different spin. It’s super short but I had fun with it :)  ______ “Wuhh- Hey!” Misfire shouted as he fell backward and off the shoulder of the Weak Anthropic Principle. He did a 180, landing on the ground… directly on his face. Dust and dirt clouded around him, lightly coating his scuffed fuchsia paint job as the Decepticon pushed himself up to his feet. He shook himself, wings fluttering. Suddenly, he jabbed an accusatory finger at the giant robot above him, his red optics narrowing. “Those are mine! You can’t have them all. You know how hard it is for us to get that stuff!” The Weak Anthropic Principle had stolen his damn circuit speeders. Misfire wasn’t one to really get high off of those, or anything really, but he needed something to get him in a better mood after the ship crashed into a mountain on Tenebris VII. Long story short, he and the others were to meet up with this Demus guy. On the way, they’d all been playing Shoot Shoot Bang Bang, and Misfire had almost won, if it wasn’t for Crankcase who was supposed to be piloting the ship intervening. “This ship lands itself,” Crankcase had said. Except the ship was high and it most certainly couldn’t land itself. So they crashed. The Weak Anthropic Principle hadn't been too happy about it, and it certainly gave him a brand new bundle of scratches, but a good dose of circuit speeders was enough for him to get the edge off. But since they were here now, they went out to go find Demus. Except for Misfire— he wanted to stay with Grimlock and continue teaching him how to write.  All of that was already down the drain. Grimlock wasn't paying attention to Misfire and had gone off to rummage around in the scrap left behind in the crash. Misfire merely sat outside the crater with WAP instead, taking circuit speeders along with him.  Again, he didn't always fancy the effects, which is why he only took a couple, while the damn ship was already beyond cloud nine and stealing the ones that belonged to Misfire. Ugh.  "You aren't exactly using them," the giant robot responded. "True, but they're still mine. Maybe I wanted them for later," Misfire argued. But he quickly gave up and facepalmed, pinching the bridge of his nose before taking his hand away to hold it up in a dismissive gesture. "You know what? Fine. Okay. You can have them. I'm gonna go get Grim. The others are gonna be back here soon anyway." With that, the fuchsia Decepticon turned around and awkwardly jumped over a fallen rock. He did the same for the next one, climbing over fallen debris that led into the massive crater punched into the mountain. It was a miracle the Weak Anthropic Principle had even managed to get out of that— the crater was deep enough for half of him to fit inside! Misfire stumbled into the crater, finally. He straightened and looked around, soon spotting the silhouette of the Tyrannosaur amongst the rubble. "Grimlock! Grim! Buddy!"

[thatonelesbianfander]

As the World Caves In (Demus Angst)

Fandom// Sanders Sides

TW// Major Character Death, Angst w/ sad ending, suicide mention, violence mention, crying, sirens, explosion

Word count// 675

Description// It’s the end of the world. The world leaders have all announced that they would be nuking the world and taking off with a bunch of the rich people to start fresh on a new planet. During this time, Remus and Janus spend their final moments together as the world caves in.

Characters// Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders

Pairings// Demus/Dukeceit

AUs// Human AU/ End of the World AU

Author’s note// This is kind of a vent one-shot to get my mind off of a dream I had. It is also based off the song, As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese. Enjoy!

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The world was in chaos. The sounds of car alarms, glass shattering, and screams mixed together as people ran rampant through the streets. The government had announced that all countries came to an unanimous agreement that they were going to nuke the entire world while any rich people and world leaders fled to a new planet. This led to the general public freaking out, causing all hell to break lose. Remus looked out at the chaos outside their window, a solemn expression on their face.

”Mi amor, back away from the window please. There’s too many crazy people out there, I don’t want you getting hurt,” Remus’s spouse, Janus, said. Remus sighed.

”What’s the point? The world’s going to be ending soon… Roman and his partner committed a double suicide when everyone got the message… I’m never going to be able to finish my big project that I’ve been working so hard on… There’s nothing going for me anymore,” Remus said, not looking at Janus. Janus sighed, walking over to its spouse and hugging them.

”I know… But I’d rather spend all the time we have together in our last moments, than have it cut even shorter… Now, come on, let’s spend our time together wisely,” Janus said. Remus smiled a little. The two stood up, Remus grabbing Janus’s hand as the two walked to the living room. The two sat on the couch, Janus turning on the TV and switching to the news. Remus grabbed out a few pens, grabbing one of Janus’s hands. They took off Janus’s gloves and started to doodle on Janus’s hand. They drew many different small tattoo designs as Janus smiled at them, admiring their spouse.

”I love you so much, Remus,” Janus said.

”I love you too, Janus,” Remus said, smiling softly at Janus. The two kissed each other, staying in each other’s embrace for a while before pulling away. Remus continued to doodle on Janus’s hand as the news played in the background. Janus watched the news as the news reporter was attacked on camera by a group of drunk people, the camera soon being ditched on the ground. Janus turned off the TV, sighing as they leaned back on the couch a little.

”Do you think there’s an afterlife for us?” Remus asked as they drew.

”What?” Janus replied, turning its attention to Remus.

”Like, do you think when this is all over, there will be a second life for us where we can be happy and not have to worry about anything?” Remus repeated, looking up at Janus.

”I… I don’t know, Remus… I never really thought about the afterlife… I never even thought this would be happening… But just know… If there is an afterlife, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re a part of mine,” Janus responded. Remus smiled softly at Janus, pressing a light kiss to its cheek before capping their pen. Janus reached over for its phone, connecting it to their bluetooth speaker and putting on their slow dancing playlist. Janus stood up, extending their hand out to Remus.

”May I have this last dance, mi amor?” Janus asked. Remus smiled, nodding and grabbing Janus’s hand. Janus pulled Remus up off of the couch and held onto their waist as Remus put their hands on its shoulder. The two started to slow dance as the music played in the background. The two finished slow dancing as the song ended, staying in each other’s arms. They soon heard sirens blaring, knowing that the nuke for their part of the country was just launched. The two looked at each other as tears streamed down their faces.

”Good night, mi amor,” Janus said softly, placing a hand on Remus’s cheek.

”Good night, darling,” Remus responded. The two shared one last kiss before pulling away and collapsing on the ground, holding each other tightly as the world faded to white.

[monkeythefander]

Sanders Sides Musical Madness (A Songfic Series) Part 2: Lover 🩵💔 & 💚💛

Relationships- One Sided Intruality, Demus

Song this oneshot is based on- Lover by Plot Twist

Au: High school Au, Human Au

Content Warnings- Patton angst, mention of intrusive thoughts (not in detail)

A/N: I put the song lyrics in this oneshot as well, so the lyrics are in parentheses. There’s also brackets around what’s supposed to be a text message on Patton’s phone towards the end of the oneshot. Also, this was inspired by the several Gacha Life/Club music videos that exist for this song on YouTube. The AO3 link and link to the previous and next part will be at the end of this oneshot.

Patton looked at his reflection in his vanity mirror and smiled at himself. His blonde hair was brushed nicely and he was wearing his favorite sweater and jeans. Today was the day he’d confess his feelings to Remus. Patton never thought he’d fall for one of his childhood friends, but here he was. He only realized his feelings a few weeks ago, so he hasn’t told any of his other friends about it yet. Patton wanted to process his feelings on his own first and avoid drawing attention to them, in case Remus ended up rejecting him if he eventually confessed.

“You’ve got this, Pat. And if he rejects you, hopefully he’ll still want to be your friend.” Patton says to try and comfort himself. He quickly grabs his backpack and exits his room. He waves goodbye to his parents before leaving the house and walking towards his high school.

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Patton arrives at school and walks over to his friend group’s usual meeting spot, which is by the big tree in front of the school. He sees Remus and Roman already there, but he also notices someone new. Remus is the first to notice Patton approaching and smiles widely, waving at Patton to call him over.

Patton finally is close enough to speak to the twins and whoever this new person is. The stranger has dark brown hair than stops a few inches above their shoulders. They also have a birthmark on the left side of their face as well as heterochromia.

(I see the way you look at her

I've never seen you look at me like that

It doesn’t matter what I've heard

No one has to tell me twice

I can see it in your eyes)

Remus motions to the new person and speaks to Patton, “Pat! This is Janus, he’s new to this school and Roman was asked by the principal to show him to his classes.” Remus then smiles brightly at Janus, and Patton can’t help but pay attention to the way his crush looks at Janus. Remus never looked at him like that before. Remus never looked at any of his friends like that. Soon Virgil and Logan arrived and the friend group plus Janus talked to each other for a bit before heading inside for their homerooms.

Throughout the school day, Patton kept thinking about Remus and Janus. Maybe he shouldn’t confess today after all….

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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger

Oh, the girl you want

I will never be her)

Patton didn’t end up confessing that day, and Janus ended up joining the friend group. Everyone seemed to like Janus. Roman now had someone to speak about theater with. Logan had someone to talk about ethics and philosophy with. Virgil had someone besides Remus to watch horror movies with. And Remus finally had someone other than Logan who was comfortable hearing about his darker thoughts.

Patton was happy for Remus. His crush now had Janus to help him deal with his intrusive thoughts. Logan was there to listen to Remus when he needed to discuss his thoughts, but Patton could tell that Logan got a bit worn out from being the only one there to help.

Still, Patton couldn’t help but wish he was the one there to comfort Remus. But the intrusive thoughts were too much for Patton to listen to. He’d never be able to compete with Janus in that regard. So all Patton could do was watch as Remus started spending more and more time with Janus. Patton wasn’t going to let his jealousy cause him to try and separate Remus and Janus. His crush needed Janus’s support, and clearly appreciated Janus’ company.

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(I know I’m not the perfect lover

And I can tell you love her

I can tell you love her, love her

She feels like summer

Gets along with your mother

So go ahead and love her

Go ahead and love her, love her, lover

I'm not the perfect lover

I'm not the perfect lover)

A month after Janus joined the friend group, Remus and Roman invited everyone over for a sleepover. Patton was one of the last people to arrive. When he got there, he saw Janus talking with the twins’ mother. They were discussing musicals, and she seemed to really enjoy the conversation. Patton had spoken with the twins’ mother many times before. But it took a while for her to warm up to him when she first met him. Meanwhile, this is the first time Janus is meeting her and they’re already getting along really well.

The sleepover activities included watching movies, playing video games, and just chatting. During the movies, Patton noticed how close Remus and Janus got to each other. Janus was resting his head on Remus’ shoulder and Remus wrapped his arm around Janus’ shoulder. Patton’s heart ached at the sight since Remus used to let him rest his head on his shoulder during movie nights.

That night, Patton couldn’t fall asleep. He kept thinking about how his crush clearly liked Janus. This thought hurt, but Patton wanted to be happy for Remus. Remus was his friend after all. And he probably wouldn’t be the perfect lover for Remus anyway…

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(Your taste in music is the same

Is that all it really takes to win your heart

Oh I don't want to play that way

Why do I get butterflies when yours flew away from mine)

Remus liked to talk about Janus a lot now whenever Patton hung out with him. Remus would talk about how he and Janus have so much in common. They both have similar music tastes and like the same types of horror movies. And Janus is comfortable letting him vent about his intrusive thoughts when they become too much to handle alone.

Was that all it took to win Remus’ heart? Just having enough common interests and being able to listen to him vent? Patton wished he could meet these standards if that was the case. But he can’t change himself that much.

Patton wishes his crush would go away, so he’d stop feeling heartbroken every time he saw Janus and Remus spending time together. But maybe if Patton kept waiting, Remus might end up falling for him still. After all, Remus and Janus aren’t dating. And Remus hasn’t even confirmed that he has a crush on Janus. So maybe this jealousy and worry is all for nothing….

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(She's got everyone wrapped around her finger

Oh, the girl you want

I will never be her)

A few days before the last day of school, Remus pulled Patton and Roman aside on their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Hey Pat, Ro, there’s something important I have to tell you two…” Remus says, and fidgets with the bottom of his shirt.

“What is it Re? Should I be worried? I don’t see you acting this serious often ....” Roman asks, his voice sounding both curious and concerned.

Remus takes a deep breath before replying, “Well since you two are my best friends I just wanted to tell you that I have a crush on Janus. And I want to confess today, so that way if it goes badly I won’t have to see him for a while since the last day of school is soon. And I wanted to ask you both for advice on how to confess.”

Roman smiles brightly and says, “It’s about time you act on your feelings! I noticed your crush a long time ago and I was starting to think I’d have to knock some sense into you to get you to confess.”

Patton is speechless. His fear came true. Remus has feelings for Janus and is going to confess today. And there’s nothing else he can do to try and win Remus over. So Patton fakes a smile and replies, “I’m so happy for you Remus! And I’d love to offer you some advice.”

Patton and Roman then help Remus plan out his confession.

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(I know I'm not the perfect lover

And I can tell you love her

I can tell you love her, love her

She feels like summer

Gets along with your mother

So go ahead and love her

Go ahead and love her, love her, lover)

As Remus takes Janus by the hand at the end of the school day to go and confess, Patton watches with teary eyes. He knows Janus will say yes and Remus will get the happy ending he deserves.

(I'm not the perfect lover

I'm not the perfect lover)

Later that night, Patton sees a notification from the group chat on his phone. It’s from Remus.

[Remus 💚🐙: Guess what everyone! Janus and I are dating now :D]

Patton immediately shuts off his phone and starts to cry. He will never be what Remus wants in a partner. He’ll always just be a friend.

Maybe he’ll never be the perfect lover for anyone….

End Notes: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the oneshot. And if you did enjoy, please consider liking and rebloging this post.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51458017

Previous Part: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/733456075479826432/sanders-sides-musical-madness-a-songfic-series

Next Part: To be added

[shsl-fander]

Abandoned-Dukeceit

Old drabble from AUGUST 2022. DAMN. So sorry if its shitty

Pairing: Dukeceit/Demus,Remus x Janus

Tw: Mentions of abandonment, possible virgil neg along with janus neg, arguing, yelling

@spacedouterri

"What is wrong with you?!" Virgil fumed, stumbling backwards in disbelief, "You guys don't actually care about Thomas! All you want to do is manipulate him, just like you did to me!"he argued. "I can't believe I believed you! You just don't want me to permanently stay with them, do you?" he snapped, narrowing his eyes towards Janus.

"Well I'm done, Janus. I'm done with Remus too, both of you," Virgil scoffed,"Have fun together I guess," and with that he was gone.

Gone. God, Janus knew how much Virgil meant to Remus. He loved Remus so much, how was he supposed to tell him?! Virgil was like a son to them.

Janus sighed, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. He slammed his head against the table, groaning as his thoughts spiralled. How could he do this?! He knew this was hard for himself, but now its hard on his boyfriend too, and the kid he considered a son or a best friend just stormed off. 

He could always lie to Remus about it for his protection, but he'd find out eventually. Plus wasn't that literally what Virgil was mad at him for?

Though before Janus could finish his thoughts; Remus jolted into the room, rushing around eagerly unable to stand still. He bounced excitedly, gazing around mace swinging in one hand, "Heya Janny!" he exclaims, causing Janus to jump up from his current position. He cackled happily, "Where's Virgil? Come on! We should all go out to my version of the imagination!" he offers, slipping himself closer to Janus,"like usual!" he chirps as an addition.

Janus kept his gaze focussed towards the ground, stammering and stumbling over his words, "Ahh Remus buddy Virgil he-" he swallowed, he couldn't say this without a lie, lies slipped so much easier, they were natural for him as Deceit. "He's here. He's never leaving." Janus opened his mouth to speak more yet he couldn't speak over the lump in his throat."I-I'm sorry love, " he choked,"I'm not a mess."

Tears welled up under Janus's eyes, he frantically wiped them. He didn't cry. Ever.

Remus froze, the cheerful expression on his quickly faded dropping to more sorrow. "Oh," was all he could muster to say, voice so uncharacteristically soft. "Jan-" he started, stepping closer to the deceitful trait, "ya okay?"

The two sat in silence before Janus just burried his head into Remus's shoulder, "Stay with me tonight? Please?"

"You'd have to kill me to get me to leave, of course."

[royalass23]

End of the World: Demus

Words: 3770

End of the world sex/mentions of blood/ zombie Apocalypse au/human Ree!/Human Jan!/Angst/Death

The death and sex are separate-

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Heavy footsteps clamped against the broken, blood-splattered pavement. Decaying bodies that have been eaten alive or had succumb to natural side effects of the disease ridden world laid scattered, rotting. Used to the smell, the runners didn't gag, didn't even flinch as they stepped on piles of intestines and spewing body parts. The distant groans only urged them to push their exhausted bodies to their limit. While muscles burned, and one limped, they found themselves able to duck and roll under an abandoned car. Janus, the one whose leg burned as a long scratch embedded into his skin, stabbed into the bottom of the car until oil dowsed their bodies. The pair rubbed it along their body to mask their scent. The mob of monsters walked by, snarling and moaning away.

They remained under the car for awhile, but eventually, they shimmied out and Janus examined his leg, pulling the pant leg aside. He gritted his teeth and met the eyes of Remus, his lover. They had met at the early parts of the apocalypse, Remus had bashed a zombies brains in and Janus shot the other behind him in the head.

After that they stuck together.

There were others. They had a group, but they left ages ago after they disagreed with the decision to head to DC towards a military base that was radioed in. They were convinced it was a trap, and well, they were right in the end.

And now Janus was going to die.

"Remus," Janus began, but he frowned and shook his head.

"No."

"Remus," He begs, staggering over. "Please."

"No." Remus sneers, just as desperate as he grabbed at his arms harshly. "There's a cure! There has to be! We'll find it! We'll-"

Janus smashed his lips against his to shut him up and Remus melted, taking the bait, defeated. Tears slid from his cheeks, mixing with dirt and dried blood. The kiss became heavier, desperate for each other but Janus pulled away, gasping for air, giving himself room clutch at his hair.

"This wasn't how it was supposed to end Ree."

Remus bit his lip, rubbing at the dried blood on his face before his head suddenly shot up at the sound of distant groaning. Janus seemed to hear it too because he tensed. Before another word could be said, the taller of the two whisked Janus away, running fast to an abandoned home near by. Remus quietly shut the door behind him, lowering Janus onto the couch as he took his gun from the belt around his waist.

He tiptoed across the wood floors, watching for the spewed cans of food popped open, ripped clothing, scattered belongings. Remus paused as he noticed a cracked, tilted picture on the wall of a family. A pair of parents, and three kids. He carefully fixed the picture and continued through the home, checking each room for a sign of danger. He found blood, but to his surprise, no corpses.

He skid down the hallway back to Janus who had stripped himself of his weapons and stared blankly at the scratch that was already beginning to give his skin a sickly purple glow. It took an entire twenty four hours to turn from a scratch. It wasn't like a bite, one bite and it knocked them into a stage of complete darkness, where all they could feel was hunger.

Intense hunger.

Scratches took longer, Remus couldn't tell why, he wasn't like Logan. He couldn't protect Janus, he wasn't like Virgil. He couldn't smile, he wasn't like Patton. He couldn't-

Remus choked and Janus' distant stare snapped to him.

He couldn't do this. He wasn't strong like Roman. He was just Remus. Brash and stupid, someone who doesn't think things through. Someone who got Janus killed.

"Remus," Janus pleas again, but stubbornly, he shook his head.

"Not yet," He whispers, and Janus sighs.

"Please, I don't want to turn into one of them Remus, please."

"I wanna fuck you."

Janus paused, his mouth dropping as his cheeks went pink underneath the dirt.

"What?!"

"I wanna fuck you," Remus repeats just as blunt and calm as before, even if his hands shook. "One...one last time."

Janus gave a sharp frown, opened his mouth and then suddenly his expression changed altogether. His eyes were teary even as he turned to him with an attempt at a flirty grin and spread his legs. "Then come fuck me Remus," He demands, voice cracking.

Remus rushed over, and surprised the one eyed man by scooping him up bridal style for the second time within the last half an hour. He went to question him, but the words died on his lips as he found they were in a bedroom. He was laid on the bed oh so gently, but it only seemed to infuriate him.

"If you're gonna fuck me, then do it rough," Janus demands with a snarl, grabbing him by his collar, ignoring hid startled stare. "Don't give me that pitiful, gentle bullshit that even Patton would scoff too! Fuck me like you mean it and give me the best damn orgasm I've ever had asshole!"

Remus shook off his surprise with ease and gave a weak chuckle, tossing off his shoes, pinning him down. "God, even in death you're demanding."

"I'm not dead yet," Janus snips. "But if you keep taking so long I'll be dead by the time you find my damn prostate."

Remus gave him a toothy grin. "Nah, it's easy to find your prostate, you moan like a bitch."

"If you don't get your tiny dick to work-" Remus interrupted him to press their lips together, wasting no time in slamming his tongue into the others mouth. As he did, his rough, callused hands ran along his body, finds his zipper. Having had much previous practice, he tugged it down with one hand and used the other to tug em off. They pulled away momentarily so Remus could slide them off his legs completely, faltering at his wince as they scraped against his wound, but shook himself out of it quickly swooped back into the kiss.

Janus clutched at his hair, despite how greasy it is. Neither have bathed in weeks, call it disgusting but neither cared in the moment. Neither cared about anything. Not the hopelessness, not the pain, not the death, they only cared for pure, fiery pleasure that gushed through their veins. Their hips eagerly found each other and Janus dragged his hands down his back and tugged at his belt.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathed in a few sharp breaths, his lips swollen. "Off," He demands, and Remus grins sharply.

"Or what?" He challenges, as he always must do, and Janus smirks.

"Or I'll use you as my own personal dildo until I turn, fucking take off the pants."

Remus shuddered at the demand and pulled away, peeling his shirt off first, enjoying the way Janus unashamedly racked his eyes over his physique. He licked his lips, the slitted tongue he had surgically done before the world disaster snaking out. Remus did as he wanted, tossing his belt of weapons aside and tossed the ripped pants with them into a pile.

He pressed his body against his, straddling his lap and cupped Janus' cheeks. He gave him a look of confusion, but Remus only kissed him once more, much softer than before. He rocked his hips against his, his body twitching at the sweet moans that laced his brain. Nothing was far more delicious than those beautiful sounds, even if they were muffled by his lips. Wanting to hear more, he tugged himself away and brought his teeth to his neck, littering his pale skin with bites and bruises, finding himself melting at the shakes and groans that his lover emitted.

"Remus-" Remus drove his hips further into the other as his name rolled off his tongue like a sweet melody. It only got him a harsher gasp and a louder groan of his name.

"Remus! Fuck..." He whined, Remus pulled off his neck only to dig his tongue into a special spot along his adam's apple. The reaction was simply erotic, as he tilted his head back and bucked helplessly against him with a needy whine.

"Remus, please," He babbles. But Remus doesn't, he's selfish, he knows. He doesn't want it to end far too soon. They had time, not as much as he wanted but they had some and that was all he needed, determined to give him the best orgasm he was ever met with.

"Patience." He murmurs against his skin, finally moving away from the sweet spot. He pulled off completely to impatiently tug his shirt away and dove down to his shoulders, leaving no area untouched. He would worship it all.

"Remus-" Janus began to beg, digging his trembling nails into his back. Remus didn't flinch, he only swallowed down his nipple, snickering as he gave a loud gasp and flinched, jumping in his spot. Remus immediately pinned his hand down, knowing of his temptation to tug him away and went along with torture of sucking and taking his nipple in between his mouth as he wriggled, giving low whines and small kicks as he fought against his hold.

"G-God dammit Remus you know they're- fuck!" Janus squealed as Remus switched nipples and gave a low shudder and a whimper, his legs quivering at the tough. "Remus!"

Finally he had mercy on the sensitive ones and moved down further, repeating his acts of worship across his entire stomach, kissing each scar from his times of despair and danger. He made sure to kiss the ones on his wrists and paid the upmost attention to the ones on his thighs, digging his teeth into his flesh until Janus could only pant and whine deep into his throat.

Sensing a pattern, shakily, Janus snatched Remus' arm up as well. Remus paused his actions to watch him and flushed at each kiss to his own scars bared on his wrist. He allowed Janus to litter his other one with identical kisses as well.

There was a beat of understanding, and Remus sat up, only to grunt in surprise to find the tables turn. Janus pressed a hand on his chest and easily forced the man onto his back, despite how his thighs continued to twitch and tremble slightly.

"You're taking too long," Janus insists, a purr in his tone that made Remus swallow hard, his cock twitching. He knows that tone, he loves that tone. He melted as Janus sat square on his crotch and grinded down. With a groan and a pant, Remus jolted his hips and Janus moaned.

"God, you're so easy," He breaths, and Remus was inclined to agree. He would cum just from his moans alone, he swears he could. He gave another grind, and having enough, Janus pushed himself up with his well built thighs and tugged off his underwear.

Remus was met with the sexiest sight of his pink cock dribbling. Janus went to wrap a hand around himself but Remus knocked it away and grabbed it himself and then gave a gentle thrust, swirling the pad of his thumb against the tip. Janus moaned, rolling his hips against his in that incredibly adorable, needy way that he did when he wanted a cock up his ass. Remus didn't give him what he wanted quite yet, the sooner he did the sooner this was over.

He didn't want it to end.

He urged Janus to slide closer, and with a groan at the loss of his clothed cock against his ass, he did. His displeased whine quickly morphed into a moan however as Remus took him into his mouth, swallowing him down with ease, having done this an ungodly amount of time, both before and after the apocalypse. His hands attacked his ass, massaging and digging into while he got his final taste of his cock. With his gag reflex long gone, he bobbed his head, allowing him to fuck his throat however he pleased. He never enjoyed the taste of cock if he was honest, but Janus'? He would cut his own dick off if it meant he could slobber over his for the rest of his life. He gave a sharp smack to his ass, continuing this just to hear his pants. He savored the way that each time he swatted at the fat pillowing his tail bone, his cock would throb and spit small amounts of pre-come down his throat. His fingers dragged their way against his scalp, turning Remus into absolute mush, his performance slowed slightly, his sucking fell apart and he merely hollowed his cheeks and let him use him as he wanted.

As this situation was a routine for the both of them, it wasn't hard to tell when Janus was growing close, and at the last second before he did cum, Remus pulled off mercilessly. He knew his body so well, in fact he was sure he knew it better than Janus himself.

"Edging me on the verge of death? How cruel," Janus finds himself complaining but he and Remus both knew he enjoyed it, despite his groan as he tugged away. He relished the small taste of what could have been an orgasm before it was snatched away.

With no response, Remus waited a few moments before his fingers found his entrance, poking and prodding. Janus initially hissed as he began driving one in and Remus was quick to spit on them, he even shoved them into Janus' mouth (lube was hard to find these days.) Despite his eye roll, he complied and gave a nice show of slowly dragging his tongue along his fingers before swallowing them down. Remus watched with a warmth spreading along his chest as his tongue drowned his fingers in his saliva. Entranced, Remus grew distracted by the lovely sight and it wasn't until salvia dripped down his wrist did he tug them from his mouth and begin to ease him open.

Janus was used to the sting the first finger would bring, but the second he did wince as it was pushed in. His sounds of pain weren't unnoticed, but ignored as Remus began scissoring him, leading to a string of pleasure to which Remus was happy to pluck. By the third he was completely relaxed and whining for a forth, and after such he was drooling and dripping for something far more satisfying.

"Please," Janus adjured, his eye staring straight into Remus' soul.

And finally, Remus obliged, noting his desperation. He eyed his nails, which were beginning to grow longer and turn black. His skin was as pale as Remus by now, a sign that Remus needed to hurry. While the twenty four hour mark was the end, there was a whole race until the finish line. At the end was merely the journey of his head turning into mush and memories beginning to die, his humanity slipping from him.

So Remus obliged and slipped off his underwear, kicking it off to the side. He expected Janus to climb on, use him already, but instead he nearly had Remus lose his shit as he turned around, his ass in his face before he trailed his slitted tongue town his cock.

He could hear his smug smirk as he snickered "Gotta get you prepped too don't I? Your fingers are nice and all Ree but I want your cock slick," And with those cheeky little words, he found his lips wrapped around his tip, lightly sucking away while Remus groaned, low and lustful. Deciding he wanted to be let in on the teasing, his tongue found Janus' ass, and was quite satisfied in the way he squealed around his cock and pushed back against his face.

Their battle went back and forth, with Janus eventually winning as he took Remus' entire cock into his mouth as he massaged and squeezed at his balls. Weak for the way Janus dug his sharp nails into him, his movements faltered and he bucked, thighs beginning to tremble.

Just as he did to him, Janus pulled off with a loud pop of his lips before leaving Remus to pant and buck his hips helplessly against the air with salvia down his stubby chin as he drooled. He watched as Janus adjusted himself so he was facing Remus again and kept firm eye contact as he lowered himself onto his cock, a long, toothy smirk. Remus noticed that his teeth seemed sharper than before, adapting to the disease and it's hunger for human flesh and bones. As Janus' legs quaked under his weight, Remus was quick to thrust his arms forward to grip his hips to steady him. He helped him lower himself at his pace, the pair moaning in unison once he was down to the base of his cock.

They remained still for a few moments as Remus throbbed inside him and Janus caught his breath, feeling dizzy. God his skin was burning, with each twitch and pulse of heat from Remus' cock, Janus' stomach swooned. With a fuzzy head, he pushed himself up, despite the spreading wound on his leg sending a shock of pain through him, and dropped himself right back down, ripping pretty moans from the both of them. He found a rhythm pretty quickly and was soon bouncing on his cock for the last time.

"Fuck," Janus whimpers, tears making their way down his cheeks as pleasure sent a mesmerizing wave throughout his body. His cock leaked and twitched from the stimulation. "Fuck, fuck Ree I love you!"

Remus groaned, eyes rolling back as thrusted his hips against his and felt his lip quiver. "I love you too Dee."

"Fuck your cock," Janus moans. His bouncing was messy and the act was rather difficult with an injured leg. Remus seemed to catch on and suddenly shot forward, pinning Janus down. His eyes popped wide open and he gasped before crying out as Remus tugged his cock out before slamming it right back in.

"Fuck Ree!" He moans, tugging him into a desperate kiss. Tears continued to fall and Remus found his own sorrow shining through. Janus pulled away with a sob at another hard thrust and moaned, his body spasming.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck please!"

Remus gave into his pretty pleas, watching his face as he sobbed and shook. He gave a low howl as he found his prostate and his cock jumped eagerly.

"Remus- Remus fuck- I love you!"

"Fucking love you too Dee," Remus murmurs, giving two more hard thrusts before Janus came hard with a moan. Remus soon came shortly after with his own sounds of passion but did he stop? Of course not.

And Janus didn't seem to want him too either. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his neck and gave a broken moan.

"Ree, make me cum over and over please!"

"Janus you're going to cum until you physically can't anymore."

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The promise was kept, Remus didn't know how many orgasms he and Janus had, he kept going until Janus' orgasms didn't consist of cum any longer and he was sobbing and curling into his chest. It was a beautiful sight, especially when it was all done with, his dazed look as he was completely fucked out.

It was a nice scene.

But good things never last.

They laid there for hours in each others arms. Remus didn't have the courage to let him go but finally Janus broke the dreadful silence with a croaking voice, both from the upcoming situation and from screaming.

"It's time Ree."

Remus held him a bit tighter.

"Please," He whispers. "Jan I...I can't."

"Then I'll do it but Remus...I'm out of time."

Remus pulls away for the first time and what he believes is hours and find his lovers eyes glazed over and his pupils wide. The whites of his eyes had began to grey and his eyes were sunken, appearing as if he hadn't slept in weeks.

"Its time Re," Janus whispers, sitting up. Remus lets him, a burning feeling swallowing him whole. He felt his eyes burn all over again and he peered up at Janus who gave him a soft smile.

"You've gotten soft," He whispers and Remus gives a teary laugh.

"Yeah," He agrees. "Roman would be shocked," He jokes and Janus chuckles, though it was airy and didn't reach his eyes.

"He would be proud," Janus assures, and Remus sits up. The longer they dragged it on, the worst it would hurt, he concludes.

The words died in his head, as he knew either way, this would hurt.

"I'll do it," He tells him, tucking a blonde hair behind his ear before cupping his cheek. Janus threw him a hesitant glance and frowned.

"I can-"

"Janus," Remus begs, and Janus finds himself crumbling. He hated seeing this Remus. This isn't the Remus he knows and love. He has no chaotic glare, no energy, he hated it, but he only pressed his forehead against his with one last sob.

"I love you Remus Prince, even in death. You've made life in this fucked up world far more bearable and I thank you."

Remus gritted his teeth together to force back a sob but the tears didn't stop. He swallowed hard and let out a shuddering breath.

"I love you too."

The gun was ready on the bed, Remus placed it there after getting Janus dressed. He had insisted he didn't want to die naked and Remus accepted, he would do anything to make this experience more comfortable for him. He grabbed the gun and felt Janus begin to slip from his hold but he kept a firm grip on his waist.

"Remus," Janus sniffled. "Please-"

But Remus silenced him with a kiss.

"I can't live without you Janus, cause without you there's nothing to live for," Remus explains, tone empty. "I love you, remember what we used to say?" He asks with a choked laugh while Janus began to struggle in his hold, shaking his head.

"Remus please-"

"What we promised," Remus continues, as if Janus wasn't begging for him to not do this. "They'll never take us alive right?"

"Remus," Janus sobs, gasping harshly but Remus just pressed their foreheads together and pressed the gun to the back of Janus' head.

"I love you Janus."

[oh-theatre]

Objection!: Chapter 31

Chapter title: Soon

A/n: Stands awkwardly. Hi! Okay so, i know its been two years since the previous chapter and I honestly did not think I would be writing a new one. But this story deserves an ending so I do intend to finish it to all those still out there who read it. So whoever is still here, thank you and I hope you enjoy the chapter <3

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words: 1511

summary: Pattons finally recovering, where does everyone go from here?

pairings: Logicality, Prinxiety, platonic Demus, romantic Remile

warnings: Hospital mention, Courthouse/Law mentions

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“I'm cleared!” Patton announces, a tired whoop from the crowded room makes him giggle. Logan grunts in approval, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. “I get to go home” He explains quietly to the sleeping twins resting on his bed, his fingers carding through their hair.

“And while we’re all ela-” Roman pauses, yawning “-ted, it's far too early” Virgil nods, looking sadly at his now empty cup of coffee. 

“He should be able to be checked out around noon today, we want to go over some home care, medicines he’ll need to be taking…” Patton nods along, not sure where the doctor's instructions fell out of tune but Roman was right it really was too early. Once she had finished, given an extra copy of instructions to Logan and taken her leave, the two made their way out.

“Work and stuff” Virgil had, oh so kindly explained, taking his leave with Roman sleepily guiding him the right way. The lawyer couldn't help but smile, glad his friends finally put the puzzle pieces back together. 

“Hmm” Logan hummed next to him, “I'll be back around noon to pick you up, Emile and Remy have agreed to take the kids for a bit so you'll only have to worry about rest” He explained through his own suppressed yawn. Patton flashes a grateful smile to the detective and his partner, receiving two thumbs up from Remy. He watches as the couple gently lift the sleeping children, waving t​​hem off. “And while I love you” Logan continued “I have work to get to” 

“Aw shucks, you sure you dont wanna hang out with me and my Friends reruns?” Patton teases, Logan lips turn up slightly, signs of an amused smile. “Go, be a lawyer, I'll see you at noon” He assures, tugging the taller down only a bit to plant a kiss.

“Noon then” He confirms before joining the others and leaving Patton alone once more. 

“Finally” he stretches. Don't get him wrong, he loved his friends, he loved Logan, his kids. But finally, eyes weren't constantly watching him, he could breathe. He only hoped this refreshing feeling continued at home. He was finally feeling like himself again, his fingers itching to be back in the courthouse, standing in front of a judge fighting for something, for someone. “George!” He exclaims to himself, rushing for his phone on his nightstand. He practically punches in the number. “George” He smiles, the other line connects instantly. He hears apologetic rambles at first listening as they turn into worries for the lawyer then a burning anger of vengeance. Christ, Patton could barely get a word in. “Ge-” He tries, cant blame him for not being heard over what he thinks is the man shouting at the tv for…existing? He can't help but laugh, shaking his head. “George,” He states firmly, finally receiving silence. He knows, knows you should never judge solely by a cover. Any man can fake who they are, any person can smile while hiding a sinister secret. But Patton couldn't help it, this man wasn't capable of what he'd been accused of.  “I'd love to meet up” 

~~~ “Too early” Virgil complains again, “Early early early” He shakes in defiance. Roman finishes checking himself and his guest into the courthouse, wrapping up a polite conversation with Jenny. 

“Honey” He begins, Virgil's soft “Early”s continuing “Ho-ney” he enunciates, taking his partner's hand. “Coffee?” He offers, allowing himself to ignore just how many the detective had already consumed. Suddenly, like magic, Virgil brightens. Or, as much as he could. After all, he needed some coffee in him. “Come along then, my treat”

“Well I'd sure hope so” the shorter quips, nudging Roman.

“You are spoiled” he decides, lifting up Virgil's hand to kiss it sweetly, regardless of his words.

“Blasphemy, I am so unspoiled, in fact i a-” And before Virgil can continue whatever tangent he planned, Roman saves himself and his ears, he kisses his partner swallowing up whatever words he had. “Cheater” “Work smarter, not harder” Roman grins. And even with Virgil's mumbles of rejection, he was smiling. 

“Is that what you teach my kid when you babysit?” Virgil sighs, though his disappointment is only an act. 

“Absolutely!” Roman nods, his smile wider than ever. “I tell him, I say ‘Damian. Listen, when you're in math class, simply use a calculator’ and oh does he smile” 

“Oh my god, you're a terrible influence” Virgil laughs, feeling his chest bubble with warmth. “He needs to learn how to do math without the calculator” “Virgil” Roman turns, taking the detective's face in his hands. “Mi amor” He starts, Virgil rolls his eyes covering his obvious blush. “When, literally when, will he ever have to do math where a calculator is not available” Romans eyes are stern.

“That's so not the point, it's good for him to have the skill” Virgil rebuts

“The answer is never! Never is he going to be an adult, doing math that requires a calculator, where a calculator is not available” He turns back to the path, stopping by the coffee stand, ordering two cups. 

“You're impossible” Virgil whispers, with absolutely zero malicious intent, watching his breath in the cold air. He joins the judges side, thanking him for the coffee. 

Strolling the courthouse, both fully aware there was no destination, made him happy. Being by Romans side, even in silence, made him happy.

Virgil was happy. 

The guilt washed away with ease. Every ounce that had been shoving him to his knees, grinding them to pieces, let him go. Patton was okay, he was going home, safe. Liam hadn't bothered the group since Logan put him in his place. Remy and him had been forgiven, by both Patton and Logan. James, may he rot, was in jail. And Roman was his. All his to love for however long he was permitted to, a small- no, a big part hoped it was forever. At this bright hour of 8:05 AM, Virgil allowed himself this moment of self indulgence. This moment to be selfish, coffee in one hand, Roman in the other.

He was happy. 

~~~

“I am not happy, Tolentino” Heard, processed, and instantly forgotten. Logan's head was killing him, the last thing he needed was a scolding and running on no coffee as well. “I think we need to have a discussion about your recent work ethic”

“Mhm” Logan was barely listening, honestly, his mind was nowhere at the moment. His boss could be firing him from the firm, but he was far too tired to care. After another lecture, Logan was dismissed, giving him ample opportunity to find the nearest coffee booth and consume all of it. 

He had been skeptical of the firm working out of the courthouse at first. Lawyers coming in and out, cases he wasn't on though dying to participate happening just next door, the judges bothering him, it had a recipe for disaster written all over it. But it ended up being perfect. It was exactly the place he wanted to work at. If his stuffy office ever got too much, just a quick stroll and he could find himself in the courtyard, listening to the steady fountain flow. 

It was perfect.

Plus, this is where he met Patton. Fell in love with him, proposed to him, and watched him everyday.

That wasn't so bad. 

He smiled, lifting the coffee to his lips, sipping carefully at the hot beverage. One could argue the worst things also happened here, and they wouldn't be wrong. But the good for Logan, far outweighed the bad. The love of his life walked these halls everyday, lighting up his path as he smiled. Hm, he thought to himself, he should call Patton. He missed his fiancee, and noon was so far away.

“Patton Hart!” A familiar yet welcome warmth creeped on Logan.

“Whos taking whos last name” Well. That was definitely not how he wanted to start the conversation. 

“Well,” Patton thought for a moment, considering Logan's question with sincerity. “Patton Tolentino”

Oh

Logan would blame the red tint of his cheeks on the cold air. 

“Its not bad…but I like my last name!” Patton chirps, Logan nods, covering his mouth “And it's the kids last name” It is, Logan's mind was gone once more. Patton Tolentino, Patton Tolentino, the name ran through his mind. “Lo?”

“Present” A soft giggle resonated through the phone “Logan Hart” He repeats, it felt odd falling off his tongue at first. “Loooogan Hart” He tried once more, it wasn't bad. However, could such a sweet name, filled with adoration, suit him. With his mind busy, he hadn't noticed the other line had gone quiet. “Honeybee?” He inquires softly

“Can't we just get married already” Had he not been listening so intently, Logan would have missed the whisper of desperation. 

“What about combining them?” He proposes. A laugh rings through, approving the idea. They continue an idle conversation, but Patton's question continues to play over and over in his mind.

Soon.

Soon, I promise. 

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Three Written Loves Chapter 8

Romoxiety and Intruloceit soulmate au where you are given a notebook to communicate with your soulmate at 16. You cannot say your name, address, place of school/work, number, etc.

TW: Injury Chapter is written in Patton's POV with mentions of Demus/Dukeceit, and Romoxiety

Oh God he actually did it. The pen in his hand shook with his nerves. V had been moderating Ro’s excitement but Ro didn’t seem to be contained. He could hear the twins bickering about something. He didn’t know what yet though. He hadn’t said much really. It was so much.

Patton took a deep breath and set the book aside. Okay, they don’t seem to be angry at him at least. He hadn’t had a chance to explain himself though. He still felt guilty. He pressed his hands to his eyes. It’s so much so soon. He jumped as the door to the room opened.

“Scare you?” Roman asked. “No! Just startled,” he looked away slightly. “Alright, well I was checking on your ankle it’s been a little while.” “Oh,” Patton carefully rolled it with a small wince, “it still hurts and is a little swollen still…” he answered honestly. “Yeah, it’ll be sore for a while. Speaking of, what happened? I don’t remember being told.” “I just tripped on a root,” he answered with a small shrug. It wasn’t really a lie. He was just ommitting why he tripped on the root. “Ah, yes, the enemies of mankind: Roots,” Roman joked some, lightening up the atmosphere. Patton giggled and held his book close, “uhm, what were you and Remus fighting about?” He huffed and put his hands on his hips, “the usual. He wants to go see his soulmate at his job and wants information on mine. Nothing new.” “Oh wow. Why can’t he see him?” “Because his soulmate asked him not to if he goes alone. It always gets him in trouble,” Roman sighed and shook his head. “Ah,” he looked away again. “Anyway, how’s it going with your soulmates?” Roman sat next to Patton, “mom’s on her way with food.” “It’s… a lot,” he held on tighter to the book. “They do anything to hurt you?” Roman asked with a small flame of protectiveness in his look. “No! Oh no! They’ve just been rather overwhelming with things,” he shook his head as he talked. “Alright,” Roman calms slightly, “do you want to eat at the table with us? If not I can bring you the food instead” “I want to try,” Patton answered. He was rather nervous about it though as he moved to get up. Roman helped him up out of the bed, “it’ll be okay. I mean, we’ll probably be loud and Remus is well… Remus but you can always come back here,” Roman promised. “Thank you,” Patton let himself be led to the table.