Q: What is allowed to be requested?
A: Quite a lot! Anything from fluff to angst! The only limits are no NSFW asks and no extreme gore!
Q: Are any characters off limits?
A: The only one I won’t write is Character Thomas. I’ll write any of the sides and even Remy and Picani!
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A: Yes, but only one: R*mR*m, please do not request it. If you do, I will not answer it and may even block you.
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A: Of course! However, if it is an AU made by someone (example would be djfibi’s Mer!Virgil AU), I will either request permission or politely decline. If its an overall AU (like coffeeshop, highschool, or even mythical creatures)
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A: Yes! All I ask is that you give me both the name of the song and the band/singer of the song so I can find it and listen to get the song right!
Q: Will you be posting regularly?
A: Sadly, no. I don’t have the ability to be constantly posting but I will post when I can!
Q: Who are you, the author?
A: My name is Raven! I am a 17 year old nonbinary and I’m a fan of a lot of different series!
Hello, everyone! Long time no see! I am not really into Sanders Sides as much anymore but wanted to ask everyone here if you all would be interested in possible Sanders Sides plushies on etsy!
https://linkto.run/p/7N7UFYGL
Here’s a poll for those interested! I would also be doing multiple outfits for each!
It was so quiet. The wind was even still, none of the animals made a sound and the sun was starting to slowly fall down the horizon, painting the sky a mirage of colors.
“What are you wasting your meaningless time doing?”
You looked up, blinking slightly as Gundham stared down at you. He was holding his jacket as close around him as he could; he looked cold.
“I’m watching the sky change colors.”
He looked confused before he lowered himself next to you, looking out across the horizon. A small hum came from him as he watched the sun set ever lower with you.
“So, Tana,” you spoke, making him look at you with soft eyes. “How long have you been shaking from the cold for?”
Dumb concept: Dee and Virgil are both terrified of the basement in their home. Nothing bad happened to them there or anything. Theyre just scared of it for no reason at all
Whenever their moms ask them to get something from there, they just stand in front of the open door that leads to it and its a constant state of "You go." "No, you go"
And like one day the had to get smth out of the attiv and their moms werent there so they compromised and both if them went down there but the door closed on them and they cant open it so they freak out some solid ass minutes before Dee is like "WAIT HOLD ON I HAVE MY PHONE"
and they start thinking who should they call like "ok who do you think is closer from here so they can just come on in and get us out" and Vee is like "well u said Remus is at school, and so are Roman and Patton bc of their clubs nd stuff"
"And what about Logan"
"I think hes still working....."
"DAMN IT"
And Dee just goes fuck it and calls Remus anyways
Meanwhile at school Remus, Roman, Patton, AND Logan are chilling in the bleachers cause they all got out earlier from usual and Lo also got out early from work so he went to the school to chill a bit with them
And Remus gets Dee's call and hes talking very awkwardly
"Hey uh....are...are you busy right now?"
"Not really, whats up?"
"Do you think you can come over here??? Like....right now??"
And Dee's voice doesnt sounds sad or scared or worried. Just very awkward. So Remus immediately KNOWS Dee did something dumb
"Okay, im on my way....can i know what happened, though?"
"..igotlockedinthebasement"
"Im sorry what was that?"
"I GOT LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT AND ITS SCARY AND COLD AND IM STARVING"
And at this point theyre all on their way over there and Remus put him on speaker to be a little shit so now everyone is laughing
I wanted to write what was going on on Remus’s end (and what happens after) cause I have been in Remus’s side of the situation before and it was utter chaos but fun.
AU: @tscampfireau
Warnings: Dee and Vee are locked in their basement, minor swearing, a really big centipede
Word Count: 700+
Soft music played from Roman’s phone as they all chilled out. Patton’s left arm was being covered in random doodles from Remus’s pens and Logan was upside down. They were all being mostly quiet, waiting for 6 when their clubs (and Logan’s shift) normally would end so they don’t have to answer a bunch of questions when they went home.
Just as the song faded out, a loud buzzing sound made them all jump.
“Answer your phone.” Roman paused the music.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“At least see who it is.” Logan sat up enough to see what was going on.
There was a small pause. “It’s Dee. I’m putting him on speaker, you three stay quiet.”
He slid the button and answered the call.
“Hey.”
“Hey, uh… are… are you like, busy right now or…?”
“No, not really. Why, what’s up?”
There was a small pause and the sound of fabric shuffling slightly.
“Do you think you can come over here? Like… like, right now?”
He looked over at Roman, who shrugged and began to gather his sketchpad and put it away. Logan got up and grabbed his work shirt, draping it over his shoulder. Patton slung his bag onto his back before looking over the designs on his arm.
Remus got up and grabbed his bag. They all began to leave, already out in the parking lot before Remus spoke into the phone again. “Okay, I’m on my way.” He paused. “Can I know what happened, though?”
There was muttering, something about the basement. After the car was started and Dee had stopped muttering, Remus decided to ask, “I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I GOT LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT AND ITS SCARY AND COLD AND I’M STARVING AND I HATE IT DOWN HERE! I MISS MY BED AND I WANT FOOD!”
Roman was holding the phone as Remus drove, trying not to shake as he silently laughed. Logan and Remus were laughing fairly loud and Patton was chuckling under his breath.
“Why don’t you call Virgil?” Remus managed to ask after calming down enough.
“THEY’RE LOCKED IN HERE WITH ME!”
A very small “hi” could be heard from the phone, causing Patton to start wheezing in the back seat.
Dee began to angrily mutter on the other end of the phone again. They all had finally calmed down by the time Remus parked the car in their driveway.
“Okay is the front door unlocked?”
“No,” Dee groaned and sighed. “The back door is.”
“Where’s Virgil?” Patton asked from over Remus’s shoulder.
“They’re crouched in the corner talking to something. Probably one of the cellar spiders they manage to find everywhere.”
“Alright, we’re inside. I’m gonna end the call.”
“Alright.” The call ended.
Remus shut the door behind him and pocketed his phone. It was less than a minute when they heard a very loud noise from downstairs before there was a loud noise at the door.
“VIRGIL DON’T YOU DARE GET CLOSER TO ME WITH THAT, I SWEAR TO WHATEVER FUCKING GOD IS OUT THERE, I WILL KICK YOUR BUTT!”
Logan and Patton exchanged a glance.
“They found a bug.”
Remus unlocked the door, stepping away from it before quickly opening it. Dee scrambled out and hid behind Remus, clinging to his back.
Virgil stood halfway up the stairs, a foot long centipede in their hands and an innocent smile on their face.
Everyone else’s faces paled.
“Where did that come from?”
“It was in a crack in the wall of the basement.” They still smiled, walking up to the ground floor. Everyone else stayed backed away, not willing to get near the large bug. “Its a Scolopendra gigantea, or a Peruvian giant yellowleg centipede. It’s also called the Amazonian giant centipede. It only eats mice, lizards, frogs, tarantulas, and small birds. Only one person has died from them and it was a small child.”
The air was thick and everyone was silent.
“How in the hell do you know that?” Logan asked with wide eyes.
“Do you not know that?”
“No, I don’t know anything about centipedes. How are you holding it if one of them killed someone?”
Virgil looked at it before looking back up at everyone else. “It’s just a centipede.”
Don’t think I didn’t see the tags Danny, you can’t escape my ever watchful eyes.
#i rlly wish i could write bc GOD do i wanna see some Vee and Roman snuggling theyre so cute dgbdbdn
AU: @tscampfireau
Warnings: mentions of something being off but nothing specific, dysphoria mention
Word Count: 650+
Virgil almost fell off the couch when they heard knocking coming from the front door. After composing themselves, they checked the clock. 6:26 pm. With a shrug, they went to the door and opened it. Roman was humming almost silently, looking back to the door when it was opened.
“Hey, Vee. Mind if I stay with you for a little while?”
Something was wrong. Roman’s shoulders were too stiff, his posture too rigged, his smile just a bit too forced.
“You can come in.”
Roman smiled a bit wider before walking in and sitting down on the sofa. Virgil walked over, falling quite literally into Roman’s lap. They sat there for a few moments before reaching over and grabbing Roman’s hand, placing it on their head.
There were no words exchanged, but Roman began to run his hands through Virgil’s hair. It was a calming feeling for them both, their hair was silky and well-kept for once and his hands were soft despite the years of holding pencils a bit too hard.
“Where is everyone else?” Roman took a few pieces of Virgil’s hair, beginning to braid it.
They shrugged, adjusting slightly to put their head on Roman’s stomach. “Dee went out somewhere with his friends. And the Moms went out on a date.”
He hummed in response. It was a few minutes longer before Roman shifted awkwardly. Vee’s eyes shot open as they realized why it was so uncomfortable.
Virgil pushed themselves up and shoved Roman off the couch. “Take your binder off before you fall asleep.”
He laughed before shaking his head. “Fine, then we’re getting in our matching pajamas and watching a movie.” When he looked over, Virgil was practically buzzing with excitement.
They bolted to the stairs and flew up them, skidding to a stop at their door before opening it. Their room smelled like lavender and cinnamon, but also overwhelmingly like fresh dirt and leaves.
They loved it.
After digging through their clothes, they found the outfit. The bottoms were lavender, although Roman’s were red, and they both had a grey shirt with pizza slices on them.
Virgil almost fell getting the pants on, again, but they managed to. A quick look around the room and they grabbed a small golden item from their shelf before dashing back downstairs.
Roman was relaxed on the sofa, Disney movies beginning on the TV. Knowing their shared tastes, it had to be Lilo and Stitch. Vee threw themselves over the back of the sofa, landing directly into Roman’s lap.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Cause I can.” They reached up and placed a crown on Roman’s head. It was made of craft foam and painted gold, but it fit his head and it made him look like a prince.
The opening to Lilo and Stitch started as Vee got comfortable laying on Roman’s chest again, laying more on his collarbones to help ease the dysphoria. His hand returned to Vee’s hair, combing out all the knots that they managed to get from changing.
The TV was the only noise. They were comfy and quiet, and even though Roman fell asleep first, Virgil didn’t bother for more head pets. Instead, they fell asleep, too.
It was 2 hours later when Annika and Celeste got home, being quiet due to the silence that surrounded the house. The opening to the Lion King began to play as they walked into the living room.
Virgil was still laying on Roman, their head on his chest and his hand in Vee’s hair. Roman’s crown somehow stayed on his head, although it was tilted slightly. Annika had to take a picture of how peaceful they looked, sending it to Celeste and Dee for them to keep, too.
They didn’t disturb the sleeping pair, instead putting a timer on the TV, putting a blanket over them so they didn’t get cold, and heading upstairs to get ready for bed, too.
AU: @tscampfireau
Warnings: mild swearing, some bees, a dragon, and in-game death
Word Count: 1,500+
Each players character:
Virgil: Chatter, a Kenku Druid
Roman: Sehso, a Kobold Sorcerer
Remus: Dog, a Changeling Necromancer
Patton: Rollyre, a Tiefling Rogue
Logan: Koba, a Satyr Bard
Dee: their aggravated Dungeon Master
Dee had his head in his hands. “You all are walking down a path in the woods. Roll.”
17, 19, 16, 13, and 2.
Logan laughed nervously and watched as Dee looked over his characters sheet. “Koba trips on a root in the path and falls backwards. Something shatters in her bag.”
“Oh no,” Logan whispered before looking around. “I try to discard my bag and run.”
“Roll.”
Virgil looked at the d20 and began to laugh. “6.”
“Koba manages to get the bag off after some struggle. However, due to her twisted ankle, she cannot get away as fast as the others. Bees sting her and she screams quite loud. There are noises from beyond the trees. Roll for stealth.” Dee adjusts the papers in front of him, changing the music on his phone from peaceful to a suspenseful.
They all passed, bar Roman.
“Sehso’s tail is visible from behind the tree he hid behind. The EdgeWood Cultists shoot him with a dart and he goes unconscious. What do you do?”
“How dare they shoot my tail,” Roman grumbles to himself, frowning and looking at the others.
Logan raised his hand slightly. “Question. Why do we all occupy a 5 by 5 foot square? How far apart do you think we should be?”
Dee turned to Remus before nodding. “Dog moves closer to Koba.”
Remus fixed his gaze on Logan, smiling evilly. “That’s a bold statement from someone within stabbing distance.”
A soft chuckle came from the DM, who repeated his earlier question. “What do you do?”
“Fight them!” Remus yells, causing Logan and Patton to start chanting to fight.
“Virgil?”
Virgil smiled deviously, bouncing in their seat. “I search around for their lair.”
Dee nodded, “All of you, except Roman, need to roll.”
They all passed.
“Dog, Rollyre, and Koba all begin to fight the remaining cultists. Six of them managed to take Sehso deeper into the woods. Chatter slips away from the fight and begins to search the woods. They find a building.” He adjusts their small characters on the table.
“I wanna shoot someone with my bow.”
“Dog just fucking turns into a cultist, too.”
Virgil slid the Jirt Dar, which had been in their lap, across the table. Remus sticks his hand in the Jirt Dar, having to keep it there for the entire turn.
“Hnng I wanna bite someone.”
With a sigh, Dee gestures to the dice.
Patton doesn’t succeed.
“Dog turns into a cultist and makes the 4 cultists confused. Koba jumps forward and bites one of the cultists. Roll for damage. Rollyre shoots the bow and misses, hitting the ground.”
“I got a 14.”
“Okay so total damage dealt is 17. The cultist has 32 health left. What do you do now?”
“I summon a snake to bite one of the cultists.” Remus slides the Jirt Dar back to Virgil, who puts it back in their lap.
“I wanna shank the one I’m attached to.”
“Can I try my bow again?”
“Roll. In the meantime, Virgil. How do you get in the building?”
“I search for a door or window.”
“Roll for perception.”
“18.”
“You find an unlocked door. Upon entering, its a basic house but there’s blood on the walls. Back to the fight. What did you three get?”
“14.”
“12.”
“15.”
“Dog summons a snake and it bites one of the cultists. Koba kicks the cultist she had been biting in the groin. Rollyre manages to get his bow to work and shoots one of the cultists. Roll for damage.”
“11.”
“13.”
Patton smiles wide, poking Virgil, who begins to laugh upon seeing the dice. “I got 20.”
“Okay so 2 of the cultists are now dead and the third lost a quarter of his health and is now poisoned. What do you guys want to do?”
“Pet my new snake.”
“Can I bite the guy that’s poisoned?”
Patton gently punched Logan from across the table. “That’s gonna get you poisoned!”
“Oh shit, right. I kick him instead.” Logan reaches over and takes the Jirt Dar, sticking his hand in it.
Dee rolls his eyes and looks at Patton.
“Loot the body of the guy I killed.”
They rolled. 19, 7, and 18.
“The undead snake wraps around Dog’s arm and falls asleep. It is content despite the fighting. Koba attempts to kick the guy but her ankle already sustained enough pressure from the last kick and the fall earlier. Roll for damage resistance. Rollyre finds a dagger on the body of the cultist. It looks almost new, as though it was special and wasn’t meant to be used.” The music switches to another suspenseful song.
Virgil clicks their dice together in their hands.
“What does Chatter do?”
“They look around for some treasure and,” they rolled the dice, getting a 19. “I got 19.”
“Chatter finds a treasure chest hidden underneath the stairs.”
“Can I check it for traps?”
“Roll for performance.”
The dice clatters against the table. “17.”
“You whistle quietly as you start tapping, poking, and examining the sides of the chest. It’s a catchy tune you picked up from the bard a few days ago.”
Virgil looked over to Logan. “Ooh, thanks Logan!” They got a thumbs up in response before Logan slid the Jirt Dar back over. “But what about the chest?”
“The chest starts humming along.” Dee turned back to the three fighting, feeling slightly bad for making Virgil pale as much as they did. “What do you all want to do now?”
“I wanna punch the guy with my snake hand!”
“Hit them with my bag.”
“I’m gonna stab the guy with the new dagger.”
5, 2, and 19.
“Dog misses by 2 feet. Koba goes to grab her bag before realizing it’s about 50 feet away on the trail, still being swarmed with bees. Rollyre stabs the guy with the dagger, it begins to glow and sing.”
He tapped his phone, it began to play “Mmm whatcha say~” at full volume before going back to the suspenseful music.
After a moment of silence, they all began to laugh at the absurdity of the sudden singing knife. It took a little for them to calm down before they could continue the game.
“Okay, there’s one guy left. What do you all do?”
“Can I tie him up?”
“I’m gonna steal some of the fabric from the guy I killed to wrap my ankle.”
“I’m gonna loot the other bodies.”
Remus cackled as he rolled a 20. Logan got a 17 and Patton got a 14.
“Dog ties the last cultist up to make sure he can’t escape. Koba rips some fabric and wraps her leg to help keep it steady. Rollyre finds a med kit and two bags of gems.”
Patton mimics his characters voice. “Where did the others take our friend?”
Dee cleared his throat, adding a snobbish tone to his voice. “I’ll die before I tell you.”
Patton looked at Remus “Alright.” He looked back to Dee, going out of character. “I slice open his neck with the singing dagger.”
“You slice open the cultists neck. He bleeds out quickly.” Dee played the song file again before turning to look between them.
“Hey, Dog, bring him back.”
“As you wish.” Remus went out of character as well. “I cast a Spell of Reanimation or whatever its called. I bring him back to life.”
“Roll.”
“18.”
“The guy is alive once more. He’s very pale and looks afraid.”
Patton went back into the character. “So, you said about dying first?”
Dee waved at Virgil, making them slide over the Jirt Dar, before he also was back into the character. “What in the unholy hell is wrong with you people?” He shoved his hand into the dirt.
Virgil giggles slightly, its muffled and some of their dice is gone. After a pointed glance from their brother, they spit out their d20.
“Roman, you awaken while being carried. You’re tied up and have no way to get out. The cultists throw you to the ground along with some gold. One of them says, ‘Oh, greatest of beasts, we offer you a Kobold and our most recently gotten gold. Please accept our offering.”
“Shit, man, you’re dead.” Logan shook his head and shrugged. The Jirt Dar was slid over to Logan, who then put his hand into it again. “Good job. Sorry, Sehso, but you’re gone. May the bees in the afterlife be as friendly to you as they were in life.”
“The bees are what killed me.” He glared at his best friend, pouting slightly. After a moment, he turned to Dee. “Can I roll for persuasion?”
“Go ahead.”
The dice clatters before landing on a 18. He deepens his voice for Sehso. “I have brought you this gold and six cultists as tribute to your greatness.”
Dee stifles a laugh before getting a gravelly voice. “I like you. Duck.”
“I duck?”
“The dragon incinerates the cultists before using a clawed hand to take the gold, cutting you free in the process. He flies away.”
“I thought I was gonna die!” Roman laughs and fistpumps, smiling to himself.
“I think we all thought you were gonna die, too.” Remus elbows him in the ribs, laughing along, too.
The clock chimed, making Dee look up. “Well, the three hours is up. We can continue another night.”
The others groaned but they still were smiling, the game would continue soon.
roughly a month before the night remus found roman bawling and cutting his hair, dee was sleeping over at remus', and in the morning, before either remus or the twins' parents had woken up, dee and roman bumped into each other. they were casual, a tad awkward, and after some hesitation, roman asks "can you keep a secret?" "sure." "... i think i might be a boy..." "okay." "promise you won't tell anyone?" "promise." to this day, dee hasn't told a soul that roman told him first.
And he will never tell anyone unless Roman decides he wants to talk about it
Thank you to the anonymous person for giving me some kind of inspiration! And thank you, Danny, for the amazing AU, once again :)
AU: @tscampfireau
Warnings: none
Word Count: 300+
It was 5 am when he groggily sat up from where he slept in a bundle of pillows and blankets on Remus's floor. He checked his phone, groaning softly, but deciding if he got a drink then maybe, just maybe, he would wake up more.
The light of the fridge blinded him as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, something he could do and not feel awkward about since it wasn't his house.
"Dee?"
He turned around to see the other twin. They stood there, hair in a messy bun as they shifted awkwardly from foot to foot.
"You're awake this early, too?"
They nodded before grabbing a bottle from the still open fridge, causing Dee to close the door when it occurred to him that he still had it open.
The silence wasn’t entirely comfortable but it wasn’t enough to make them want to leave the room. It should have been more comfortable to both of them since they knew each other and it definitely wasn’t the first time Dee spent the night. He pushed it off at his grogginess and the time of day at first-
“Hey, Dee? Can you keep a secret?”
He was instantly awake, his eyes trained on the twin. “Sure.”
“I think... I think I might be a boy...”
Dee wasn’t sure what to say. A mess of emotions bubbled in his chest; pride, guilt, understanding, and uncertainty. He wasn’t sure if he should make it a big deal or not, but since the twin wasn’t, he decided he wouldn’t. “Oh, okay. That’s cool.”
“Promise you won’t tell?”
“Promise. Do you still want me to use she/her pronouns when around people?”
“Until I come out, please.”
“Of course.”
Dee took another sip from his bottle, the silence a bit more comfortable and bearable than before for both of them.
Ship: somewhat Intruloceit (Remus x Logan x Janus)
Warnings: slight angst on Roman, Patton, and Virgil’s parts, sexual humor, mention of a knife, Remus
Word Count: 500+
They had all been chilling on the sofa, doing their own things. Roman was rereading the script for an older play, Virgil was playing games on his phone, Patton held a small phone playing Steven Universe, Remus was drawing with pens on his arms, Janus was flipping through a deck of cards, and Logan was reading a recent study from a manifested book.
“Have you seen this episode yet?” Patton held the phone up to Virgil, who nodded.
“Yeah, Popstar.”
“Haven’t all of us watched all these episodes since Thomas has?” Roman asked and looked up from the script.
“Technically, yes.” Logan bookmarked his book and looked up. “After all, we all know The Office by heart because he has watched it 17 times now.”
Janus leaned over to Logan, whispering low enough that only they could hear. “Wanna hear a joke?”
Logan lifted a brow, his eyes trained on the snake.
“A chicken and an egg are laying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard and looks satisfied. The egg, with a scowl, grabs the covers, rolls over, and says “Well, I guess we answered that question.”
It took a moment for it to click before Logan snorted and began to laugh, quite loudly. He set the book down as he covered his face, which was a slight tinge of red. Everyone watched in stunned silence, bar Janus who was smirking with his tongue sticking out slightly.
“That was awfully amazing,” Logan said between small chuckles, clearing his throat as he began to settle back into his emotionless persona. His eyes met Janus’s, causing both of them to giggle before they both went back to their nonchalant activities and expressions.
~~~
Patton and Logan had been cleaning the kitchen after dinner. It was quiet aside from the pop songs that played from their radio. They were almost done when Patton began to giggle softly.
“Yes, Patton?” Logan looked up to see that Patton had been giggling while watching him put silverware away.
“How do astronauts have a party?”
Logan knew there was a joke coming on, causing him to brace and raise a brow. “Like a normal person would? They would make a list of things they need and-”
“They planet!”
It went back to near silence, Logan going back to what he had been doing and Patton taking a moment before he also continued his previous task.
~~~
Another video finished recording, causing Logan to open a book as he waited to make sure no more shots needed done. The cover was all black with some Latin text that nobody else could make out.
“Hey, Logan. Santa hit a dragon and killed it while flying over medieval England,” Roman piped up as he polished his sword slightly.
“That’s highly improbable, as even if dragons and Santa Claus were real, it would be very cold, causing a dragon to hibernate-”
“You could say he sleighed it.”
“No, Roman, that’s such a bad joke. How about this? Why was the medieval era so dark?” Virgil looked up from his phone, where he had been reading something from Tumblr.
“Cause of the death and destruction-”
“Cause it was full of knights,” he finished.
Logan blinked a few times before groaning softly, going back to his book. “Call for me if you need me, Thomas.”
“Probably won’t but okay.”
With that, Logan sunk back down to go to his room.
~~~
It was early, everyone was kinda tired, Patton and Janus were making breakfast, one that Logan wasn’t fond of, so he was making himself toast. He didn’t mind that the bread was mildly burning hot, he was too focused on spreading Crofters on it to help him focus.
One small bump made him get Crofters from the knife in his hand onto his nose. He was silent as he sighed and put the knife in the sink, looking up to meet Remus’s gaze.
“Hello, Re-”
He licked the Crofters off of Logan’s nose, staying close to him. “Come to my room tonight. The universe won’t be the only thing expanding.”
Logan began to giggle before it turned into a laugh. He shoved Remus away, telling him to act nice in between the fit, his face turning red in a blush. Remus wore a proud, toothy smile, glad that he could accomplish making Logan laugh so well.
~~~
They didn’t truly get it. It was amazing to see Logan laugh so much. They never realized how sad and monotone he truly was until they saw how much he laughed with Janus and Remus.
But they supposed it was good, despite it being so bittersweet. At least he was happy.
Ship: Intrulogical (LoganxRemus)
Warnings: Janus is kinda rude, Remus isn’t as Remus-y, books mentioned are kind of gorey and messed up
Word Count: 300+
It had been one very slow day. Roman was currently cooking in the kitchen with Patton. Virgil had gone to his room and Janus was sleeping curled up on the one side of the sofa. Logan held a book in his hands, flipping the pages as he read them.
"Why a physics book?"
He looked up to see Remus making very strange clay creatures. "It's just what came to mind to read."
"Why not read something like Lord of the Flies or Tender Morsels or The Girl Next Door?"
"You read books?"
He shrugged, making a small clay creature with a giraffes neck and backwards legs prance around the table. "Sometimes. I like the ones that make you feel all dirty and gross halfway through and just get worse and worse."
Logan nodded slightly. "They are sometimes entertaining to read. It helps one understand the darker parts of the human psyche."
Remus glanced around before he made a larger creature, this time a cat with 6 legs and 2 heads. Upon giving it the ability to move, it walked over to Logan and jumped up behind him before laying down.
They were quiet for a little bit before Remus began to hum and make more grotesque creatures.
Logan paused in his reading when something began to brush against his head. It was cold and lifeless but it still moved.
"Remus, can you please make your creatures not mess up my appearance?"
Remus looked up at him before snorting and almost laughing, but refraining to so that Janus wasn't woken up. "Sorry, braincell, I can't control it."
Logic sighed softly before he continued to read.
"Your messy hair is so cute, though."
"What?"
"Why are flamingos pink? Did they kill enough animals that they were stained with blood?"
"N-no, it's cause they eat shrimp."
One of the creatures jumped into Janus's lap.
"Remus," he drawled and opened one eye to look at the man in question. "Control your specimens before I do."
Ship: Loceit (LoganxJanus)
Warnings:very fluffy, lots of sarcasm
Word Count: 500+ words
Logan had been aggressively writing on a clipboard when Janus had walked into the room. The frantic sounds of his pen scratching the paper sounded way too urgent and were mildly frightening.
The snake walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a teabag of one of his favorite kinds of tea, honey lavender. After a few minutes, the kettle was whistling and he had poured a glass of tea. Apparently, Janus had poured more water into the kettle than he had realized. With a simple shrug, he grabbed another glass and a different tea, Earl Grey this time, and made another glass of tea. After preparing that one to perfection, he took a deep breath.
"Don't make me regret this."
He hesitantly walked over to Logan, standing in front of him and waiting for him to look up. After a minute or so, the logical side did look up, jumping slightly upon seeing someone standing there.
"Oh, Janus. Hello. I did not realize you were even here."
"You didn't hear the kettle?"
Logan looked over to see the kettle cooling on the burner before looking back. "No, I was too concentrated on my work."
Janus smiled slightly before remembering the burning hot cup in his hands. "I made you a cup of tea, but the cup is totally really cold-"
Logan took the cup from his hands, smiling softly. "Thank you. Why don't we sit down?"
The half snake returned the soft smile before grabbing his slightly cooler cup and sitting across from Logan at the dining table. They both sipped on their tea in a comfortable silence.
Janus looked at his hands, realizing he had gotten a burn from holding the hot cup for Logan. When the logical side noticed the redness on the others hands, he took them.
"What happened to your hands?"
"Your cup was so cold it burned me," Janus replied, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Logan left the table, making the snake frown and sip his tea again, trying to calm the guilty feeling rising in his chest. Suddenly, an ice pack wrapped in a small hand towel was placed against his open hand.
Logic took a sip of his tea and observed Janus holding the ice pack in the most inconspicuous ways.
"Janus."
"Hmm?"
"Why did you make me a cup of tea?"
"Cause you were in the room and I made too much hot water," he avoided Logan's deep blue eyes.
"You know how much water it takes to make a cup of tea, though. Were you distracted by something?" He wanted to get down to the reason for Janus being so nice to him recently.
"I totally wasn't thinking about sssomeone." He waved his hand, the hissing snake in him rearing its head.
"May I know?"
He was quiet and looked down at his cup, mumbling softly and hiding his face as subtly as he could with the ice pack and his hands.
"What was that?"
"I said.." he began to mumble again, although Logan caught the words 'think' and 'time'.
"Jan."
"I think about you all the time," he mumbled just loud enough to hear.
It was uncomfortably dead silent for a few moments.
A warmth on Janus's hand made him look up.
A smile.
A true smile.
Logan was actually smiling.
In turn, Janus began to actually smile, too.
Two in love dorks, smiling at each other over tea at 2 in the afternoon.
