#so I skewed this towards 'romantic friendship' territory

[flowersandfashion]

Platonic Love

requested by anon

[interlunium-opus]

"I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities." [ Jay. ]

[ Jay | fluff ]

Author’s Note: Here's a fluff in response to the following request "Can you maybe do a fluff/crack for Jay where maybe he felt a little jealous when you praised someone for their skill and he immediately goes competitive mode and openly tries to show how he's far better indirectly to the guy?" Hope it's close to what you have in mind and hope you like it :3

“Do you have anything to explain to me?”

You jumped, startled, as Jay appeared beside you while you were busy shoving your textbooks into your locker, “Jay! What did I say about sneaking up on people?”

“And what did I say about not keeping secrets between us?” Jay snapped back, arms crossed, brows raised, “Is this how much our friendship is worth?”

“My goodness, what is it this time?” You sighed as he fished his phone out of his pocket, turning it to show you a candid picture of you and Sunghoon from last night.

“I mean seriously, of all people to date, you have to go for this pretentious prick?” Jay scoffed before gesticulating wildly, “Look, I know I said that you need to stop being aromantic and start planting some sort romantic interest somewhere — but Sunghoon is just ain't it. In fact ! I’d rather you date the spawn of the devil, Jungwon, instead.”

You snorted a laugh before shaking your head dismissively, “Dude, we were just running last night okay? Does that even look like a date to you?”

“Okay,” he repeated sarcastically, “but you love running alone! So why are you suddenly running with someone — and not just anyone but this prick???”

“I really don’t get why you two hate each other so much,” you raised an eyebrow at Jay, “Look we just happened to bump into each other last night and since we were heading the same way, he asked if I don’t mind him tagging along for the remainder of the way — no big deal.”

“Ughh, that’s the oldest trick in book,” Jay scrunched his face, “And you said yes?”

“I mean — we’re not exactly strangers, we have been in the same tutorial class together for more than a year now," you mumbled as you zip your bag up, "He's a good running partner too. His pace was so stable and steady that it made me stuck to mine as well — I mean, duh, he's an athlete after all."

"Hey, I can run well too," Jay grumbled defensively, "You know if you needed a running partner, you could've called me right?"

“Maybe if you were as fit as I am, she would have,” Sunghoon suddenly appeared beside Jay, peering over his shoulder to look at the picture on his phone, “That’s a good picture of me and y/n — no wonder you got jealous.”

“Speak of the devil,” Jay rolled his eyes, “Aren't you a bit too greedy over what I have? first, you took up my spot for the dance competition and now you're trying to make a move on my girl."

"Jay, that was 2 years ago — get over it. You've taken my spot afterwards for the Summer competition anyway so we're actually even," Sunghoon retorted, "Also, she's not your girlfriend anyway so your territorial behaviour is pretty misplaced."

"Guys, cut it out," you shut your locker close with extra force in an effort to shut the squabbles, "Also, why am I suddenly dragged into your petty fights."

"Right sorry about that, he's just always trying to pick a fight with me," Sunghoon shook his head dismissively before turning to you and beamed, "Just stopping by to ask if you're running again tonight 'cause I would love to join again. It’s off season for ice-skating so I thought it's the perfect time to get back to running again."

“Oh? Yeah I am going tonight as well, just a tad bit late in the evening though. I want to finish up some work at the library first,” you smiled back at Sunghoon, ignoring Jay’s burning stare, “You know you can start ahead if you want — don’t want you waiting too long in case I'll take too much time at the library.”

“I’ll go when you go, don’t worry,” he reassured as he backed away, joining Heeseung who was waiting for him, “I’ll text you alright? Looking forward to tonight!”

You nodded and waved at him before turning to Jay, “What?”

“That’s it,” Jay clasped his hands together, “I’ll run with you tonight — and the next.”

“Jay, don’t be ridiculous, you hate running,” you emphasized, “which is why I never asked you to run with me.”

“Hey — I can love running if it’s for you,” he winked, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, dragging you past the crowded hallway towards your next class, “Or let me paraphrase: I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities.”

“your priorities are all skewed then," you clicked your tongue, "Well, as long as you don't hurt yourself."

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The next morning however Jay did not show up in Modern Political Thought seminar that you guys have every Thursday morning. Though the guy is such a sleepyhead, he never misses a class even when he pulled up an all-nighter the night before. So this sudden absence, paired with the fact that he managed to run a whole 5km without stopping last night, was sowing seeds of suspicions and guilt within you. To make things worse, he did not even respond to any of your messages for the last 5 hours.

That was why you ended up being in front of Jay's apartment instead of having your lunch that noon. "Hi!" you immediately say as the door of Jay's apartment opened. It was Jake, his flatmate, with his lids only half-opened and hair all disheveled, "y/n?"

"Sorry for waking you up Jake," you smiled apologetically, "Is Jay home? He missed a Politics seminar this morning and he didn’t respond to my text at all — just wanna make sure he’s alright.”

“mmhmm, pretty sure he’s in," he answered drowsily before yawning, "but probably, still hibernating.”

“Oh okay, do you mind if I come in?”

Jake nodded, backing up as he held the door open, “Of course, come in — it’s messy though.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured, making your way towards the room at the end of the hallway. As you knocked on his door, Jake suddenly shouted from the kitchen, “don’t bother knocking y/n — that guy sleeps like a log. Just go in.”

“Uhh…” you bit your lip, slightly hesitating but relented when your subsequent knocks yielded no answer.

“Jay? I’m entering okay?” you say as you let yourself in, carefully navigating around the dark room, stumbling a few times against some random furnitures.

"Jake, get out okay-" you hear him grumble from underneath the covers, tossing the other way, "just let me... sleep mo..re."

As you neared his bed, you reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. Suddenly, Jay rose from the covers, his hand gripping your wrist, grunting "Jake what did I just say-"

Trailing off, he looked at you with brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and confusion, before his expressions gradually soften "y/n?"

"dude, you almost gave me a heart attack," you muttered, sighing exasperatedly.

"Sorry, I thought it was Jake trying to disturb me again," he softened his grip and rubbed your wrist as if he had just hurt it, "Did I hurt you?"

"My heart, almost but my hand is fine," you pulled your hand away, "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"You missed class this morning," you crossed your arms.

"It's just one class, no big deal. I just overslept-"

"Is that all?" you raised an eyebrow before pointing at the crumpled muscle relief patch packs and pain relief creams strewn messily across his bedside table, "Did someone overexert himself last night?"

"Fine, I didn't come to class partly because my legs are sore," he shrugged, "but hey, I ran as much as Sunghoon did! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Not if it's at the cost of your legs!" you replied exasperatedly, "Come on, where is the rational Jay that I know? he wouldn't have let his competitiveness and ego cloud his judgements like this."

"It's just normal post-workout sore, I've had it a couple of times before," he reassured, "Also, I may hate running. But I'm actually good at HIIT and strength training so I'm not all that unfit as you think I am. Or he thinks."

"All that just so you can prove him wrong?"

"No of course not, I couldn't care less about him," he huffed, "I just wanted you to know that I can pace well with you too."

"Jay, that does not make it any better-"

"Probably also to convince you that I make a better running partner than Sunghoon," he sniggered.

"Well, guess what, you can't run if your legs are hurt," you quipped.

"Oh shit, that's true," he muttered under his breath, "Well post-workout sore usually last between 3-7 days so I'll be good as new after that. Running partners?" he stretched his hand out as if asking for a handshake.

You sighed, grabbing his outstretched hand, shaking it as if you guys are signing on a pact, "Only if you promise not to overexert yourself next time."

"Promise," his smile widened, "Have you had lunch? I'll cook something up for you."

"Your legs are hurt though."

"They're sore not hurt," Jay emphasized, scooting to the edge of his bed, "Also even if they are hurt, I cook with my hands not legs so..."

You chuckled, "Well sir, if you insists."

"Of course, wouldn't let my girl go out of this house famished," he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, grinning gleefully.

[shadowsong26fic]

Padawan Reshti?

(Full disclosure; Reshti mostly exists as a self-indulgent RP character but I do kind of want to write Something shareable with her at some point.)

Full Name: Reshti Var Gender and Sexuality: Female; I haven’t done a whole lot with her and romantic or sexual relationships, but I lean towards grey-ace and biromantic. Pronouns: She/her Ethnicity/Species: ...okay, so, I keep changing my mind on this XD. She’s definitely not Human; she’s probably either Twi’lek or Zabrak, though I have also considered Togruta and Nautolan. Birthplace and Birthdate: She’s like...two or three years older than Kanan? They were in creche together. Guilty Pleasures: She has a weakness for trashy romance novels/soaps. The more melodramatic, the better. Phobias: When she was little, she had some claustrophobia issues that she mostly grew out of, but she definitely feels better if there’s a clear path out. What They Would Be Famous For: I mean, semi-famous in that she was already a Padawan at the start of the Clone Wars. She and her Master (Llwych) and the battalion they commanded went through a disastrous defeat when Reshti was around thirteen/fourteen. Llwych was killed, Reshti and the surviving clones (there were Not Many left) managed to get to a blind canyon; she used the Force to cause a rockslide so they would be able to hole up under siege until the reinforcements Llwych had called for could get there. Everyone who made it into the canyon made it out again. (...like I said. Self-indulgent XD) What They Would Get Arrested For: ...well, uh, when I play with her in a Rebels context, the obvious. But prior to that, might get arrested for tresspassing if she was sneaking in someplace she wasn’t supposed to be, but...that’s about it. She’s pretty Lawful Good. OC You Ship Them With: Like I said, I haven’t done a whole lot with her and romantic or sexual relationships, so...yeah. OC Most Likely To Murder Them: ...well, I mean. Probably Infernalis or Specter because that’s. Their job... Favorite Movie/Book Genre: See above re: trashy romance novels/soaps. Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: That being said, she really doesn’t like love triangle/Jealousy subplots. “If they love each other they should trust each other and talk to each other!!!” Talents and/or Powers: She’s a fairly standard Jedi Padawan; no particularly notable side talents/subgifts. Beyond that...well, entering Wild Headcanon Territory, I have this general Concept about how a particular Force-adept’s abilities skew, with things generally grouped into three categories: manipulation/perception of space and/or the physical world; perception and/or manipulation of the minds and/or emotions of other beings; and perception and/or manipulation of time. Every Force-adept has at least some ability in all three categories, but most skew towards one or the other. (Ezra and Palpatine are I think the closest to an even split, I think?) Anyway, Reshti is fairly even on minds and space, but not super attuned to the future/time, so she probably splits...like...40/40/20? Maybe 45/40/15, or something like that. Why Someone Might Love Them: Because she’s brave and kind and Trying Her Best. Why Someone Might Hate Them: Because she is very self-indulgent for me and sometimes that gets Vexing to people outside my brain. How They Change: After Master Llwych’s death, she gets super focused on the men who were in the canyon with her--she wants to be Sure they get reassigned together; and she’s hoping she’ll be able to stay with them when she gets another Master to finish her training. She’s particularly close to Jumpshot and Redeye, who are the most senior surviving officer and the medic. She also ends up being a little more...mmm...not exactly aggressive, but much quicker to act, more Decisive/proactive; wanting to jump the gun and sort of take control of circumstances before they get out of control, whereas before that she was definitely more--follow my Master’s lead, defer to older and wiser judgement. Being the Final Authority for a few days there under pretty desperate circumstances had an Impact. And then after Order 66, while she survives, she’s left with some permanent disability and between that and the need to hide from the Empire, it makes her re-evaluate the best way to do what she’s always wanted to do--protect people who need it. (Which, when she hypothetically runs into Ezra or Sabine, results in her accidentally getting taken along for a ride because they can’t leave her there after she helped them dodge pursuit like that and then there is a Reunion and Emotions.) Why You Love Them: ...like I said. Self-indulgent RP character. I get to play with a lot of friendship and H/C/angst tropes that I enjoy but don’t necessarily work well in a Fic Project To Share context, lol.

Ask me about my OCs!

[rubyredsparks]

Blossoming Souls Ch. 5

Relationship(s): Romantic Logince, Moxiety; Platonic every other relationship

“Tags” for the whole story: morally grey!deceit, Deceit, Remus, Thomas as a character, Romance, Minor violence, someone’s potty mouth, Foul language, Minor homophobia (it’s not that bad), Miscommunication (this one is though), Friendship

Chapter Summary:  Remy broods too much, and Roman's first crush might be a little ill-advised when their first impression wasn't that good in the first place.

Remy woke with a raging headache, and he groaned pitifully as it worsened. He slowly sat up, a hand to the front of his head and eyes shut tight.

He groaned again at the disorientating change in position as his headache shifted to a dull throb. His stomach rolled, and he forced down the vomit he wanted to expel.

“God,” he croaked, feeling the dry, scratchiness of his throat. “I hate hangovers.”

His legs moved on their own accord as he shifted out of the hard… something he was on and stumbled his way toward the windows, the sunlight streaming in too much for him to handle, and shutting the curtains closed.

He braced himself on the window, covered by the thick cotton. Breaths coming out ragged, he gagged against the foul aftertaste of vomit and alcohol in his mouth, barely stopping it from coming out.

Remy took a shuddering breath and straightened up shakily, eyes squinting in the still too bright room. He shook his head to clear away the muddling thoughts, instantly regretting it when his headache worsened.

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” he muttered to himself, closing his eyes for another few moments.

He let out a shuddering breath, his headache dulling to a light throb, something he could handle. Walking to the bathroom, which was a feat in and of itself, he washed out the lingering aftertastes, spitting it out harshly, and took a drink of water.

Patton’s rumbling snore could’ve caused an earthquake with its ferocity, and Remy grimaced, the noise not helping his headache. Patton snorted, and Remy shot the unconscious man a small glare.

He shook his head, feeling less groggy after washing up.

Remy sighed, looking wistfully at the bed. He remembered seeing the barely there sun rays peeking in before he had closed the curtains.

There wasn't much time before Patton would wake up, meaning the other two would wake up as well.

He couldn't blame them, Patton was always an early riser, even when they were kids.

And wasn't that a thought? Had it only been ten years since the two of them had last seen each other?

Remy could still remember the wide smiles Patton always wore, the warm hugs and… his innocence.

Remy wasn't blind, even with his sunglasses. He could see the brittleness Patton had on, even with his bright smiles and cheery tune.

Something had happened since they were kids until now. But it wasn't like he and Patton were any closer than they were before.

Ever since… well he didn't like to think about that.

Remy couldn't blame Patton for not recognizing him. He was taller, blonder with shorter hair, and, well, manlier.

He still remembered Patton as the short, kind boy that wanted to greet his next door neighbor with cookies and a smile.

There was a pang in his heart as he remembered the past, two children with scraped knees and perpetual smiles on their faces.

Patton snorted, and then groaned, shifting on the bed. Remy froze, stuck in one place without knowing where to go.

The personal guard rustled with the bedsheets, slowly getting up with a stretch of his arms. He yawned, loud and unabashed, smacking his lips.

Rubbing his eyes, Remy watched, still frozen in place, as Patton turned to Remy with confusion.

“Remy?” he said groggily, squinting, and there was something in his eyes that Remy wished he knew what it meant. It looked like familiarity, but Remy knew that couldn't be true.

“Hey there, Patty-cake,” he said nervously, and he suddenly felt naked without his sunglasses covering his eyes.

Something flashed in Patton’s eyes, but Remy refused to let that slip sink in, “You can take the shower now, it's open. And not to be rude, but girl, you're rank.”

“Er-” Patton scrunched up his nose and nodded, “Alright. What time is it?”

“Don't you worry your pretty little head, doll, we have time to get to the palace. It's ass o'clock. Why the hell did you think it was a good time to wake me up now?”

“But you woke up first?” and bless his heart, Patton looked terribly confused and his eyes were still drooping.

“I did not come here to be slandered like this!” This was familiar territory, the over excessive reactions, the overreactions, the exaggerations, this he could handle.

“I- I'll just take that shower now then,” Patton mumbled, sleep still in his voice, and it's a testament to his weariness with how he hadn't said a single pun since he woke up.

Remy sighed as he watched the bathroom door close, crossing over the room and scooping up his sunglasses.

Putting them on, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, the security of the glasses boosting his confidence.

He wasn't ready for today. He still didn't know what Roman’s motive was for hiding his identity. All Remy knew was that he could not have Patton finding out who he really was.

As he stood, he nodded to himself and picked up his bag. His hand was on the doorknob as he took a deep breath in and exhaled, “Showtime.”

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Roman snorted, groaning, and felt something heavy on his chest. He groaned again, lifting his left arm to scrub at his face.

He felt a bit grimy, his hair greasy and mouth smelling like death. He tried to sit up, pausing when there was a whine of discontent.

Blinking owlishly, Roman looked down to see a man with glasses skewed and pressing on his face. There were little snuffles of sleep, breath coming out in short bursts.

Roman felt a hesitant fondness bloom in his chest at this man who had just met. He didn’t really know what to think of him; he had seemed so cold and stoic the first moment.

He had walked into the room to talk to Patton, find out a little more of their venture to his kingdom, if they were the envoy from Eiehde.

And they were, when they introduced each other, Roman had a niggling suspicion, but he had to make sure. When Logan had inadvertently told him, he knew he was right.

Logan snuffled, cuddling closer to his chest. Roman quirked a small smile at his betrothed. And God, wasn’t that a thought?

Barely twenty three and already on the verge of getting married, Roman wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not.

But staring at this man, who he still had just met, he figured he could live with being in this arrangement. Yes, he was a hopeless romantic, but it was part of his name!

This man whose eyes lit up as Roman told the story of Sherlock Holmes, this man who seemed to be cold and aloof, but Roman can just tell that there was something hidden underneath that cold exterior, this man who tore apart Roman’s words and charms in a matter of seconds, that man that Roman felt like he was already falling in love with.

And it was only hours ago that he had met the man.

Roman couldn’t deny that Prince Logan was physically attractive. Lean, but still barely reaching Roman’s shoulders. Hair a curly mess that was attempted to be held back with a headband. Dark skin smooth as silk, silver-blue eyes that shimmered like the moon. God, Roman was so gay.

He knew, though, that not telling Logan and Patton his real name would send mixed signals when they would inevitably meet in the castle.

Roman just hoped that Logan would forgive him by the time they exchanged vows.

He moved, hoping to extract himself from Logan’s grips without waking the young prince. When he had gotten all but his arm out of the prince’s grip, he thought that he had gotten off scot-free.

Of course that was when Logan fluttered his eyes open, groaning and gripping tight to Roman’s sleeve. Roman froze, he was stuck. The virtual death grip that Logan had on his sleeve confined him in one place.

“Wha-?” Logan’s sleepy voice croaked out, and he looked at Roman with a hazy smile, something Roman wondered if he did without his sleep-addled brain.

“Terribly sorry, my Prince,” Roman murmured, the phrase twisting unfamiliarly on his tongue. “But I’m afraid that it’s morning and that we’ll have to leave soon.”

“Alright…” Logan said, trailing off back into sleep.

Roman smiled fondly but rolled his eyes, “My Prince, we must leave now if we want to make it to the palace of Eiehde.”

“C’n’t we jus’ sle’p?” Logan slurred, dazedly burrowing back into the mass of blankets.

“‘Fraid not, Prince,” and the royal title fell from his lips far easier than it had before. Roman gently poked Logan’s cheek, getting an annoyed snort in response.

Roman pulled out his last resort, yanking the blankets off Logan’s body. The other prince yelped at the sudden change in temperature, shooting upright.

“What the fuck!”

“Language, my Prince,” Roman tutted gleefully. “I told you we were on our way out. Be glad Remy didn’t wake you up. He would’ve dumped scalding hot coffee on you if you didn’t wake up at his first call.”

Logan squinted in the dark up at Roman, who was leaning over him. “Where are my glasses?”

“Here, you nerd,” Roman said, handing him his glasses. “Sunrise is barely peeking through. We’ll have to leave in less than an hour if we want to get there before teatime.”

The bespectacled man only groaned, rolling back onto his side and letting his glasses dig into his face. “Leave me alone.”

“No can do, my Prince.” Roman chuckled at his antics, smiling fondly at the man. “C’mon shower and stuff, and then we can have breakfast. There’s this jam that I love that I’m sure you will enjoy.”

“Jam?” Logan slurred sleepily, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He yawned, and Roman chuckled.

“Yes, jam.” Roman grabbed Logan’s hands, tugging him up. Logan groaned but blearily allowed Roman to drag him up and out of the bed, stumbling.

The hidden prince suppressed a smile at the sleepy prince, who was murmuring and yawning quite adorably might he add.

“Alright then, my prince, let’s get to it!” Roman said cheerfully.

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