Can you write an asexual sides short fic? One of my friends doesn't believe that I'm ace and keeps saying that "I'll find someone some day." I could use some positive vibes. Thanks -🌈
a/n- awww friendo i am so sorry to hear that your friend thinks that!! you are so valid, friendo — hopefully this gives you the positive vibes you need <3
i dunno why logince was the first pairing i thought of when i wrote this, but here it is anyway! this is also the first time i am writing an asexual!sides fic, so if there is anything i missed/incorrectly depicted (is that how i say it, i dunno), pls tell me! i don’t want to accidentally screw this up heh :”)
***warnings: pre-smut (i.e. nothing descriptive, but it is implied that it’ll happen)***
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Logan’s heart was racing.
He and Roman had been dating for quite some time now, and if Logan learned anything from their relationship, it was that Roman was very passionate.
Roman often woke Logan up by smothering him with kisses and throwing rose petals on him. He made heart-shaped pancakes in the morning and sang him quiet lullabies at night.
And Logan loved every second of it. He would never admit it, but he adored Roman’s countless displays of affection.
However, there was one flaw.
Roman’s passion didn’t come without its intense fire. Logan knew that if he were ever to pursue a relationship, he would have to…go all the way, with Roman.
Logan knew there was nothing wrong with who he was. He spent countless nights researching what his thoughts meant and what applied to him and what didn’t, and he came to the conclusion that he was indeed asexual.
It was the only explanation, and it certainly felt right. This was fine, Logan knew that. What wasn’t fine was that he never told Roman yet. He knew that there was a multitude of instances in which he could’ve told him—first date, first kiss, first dinner; hell, this morning would’ve been fine—but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Because despite everything he felt,he still felt wrong.
And, oh how afraid he was to be wrong.
And that’s how he found himself here, Roman leading Logan to his bedroom through sloppy kisses. His hands were threaded in his hair, and Logan’s heart was racing.
“Logan,” Roman murmured, pulling back to brush the strand of hair in front of Logan’s eyes. With one hand, he slowly took off Logan’s glasses with a smirk, whispering, “You won’t need this to see the stars, mi amor.”
Logan swallowed thickly, watching as Roman, his hands still on his chest, kicked the door closed.
Roman gently pushed Logan onto the bed, slowly pressing against him. He slowly trailed his finger up from Logan’s chest to his neck, loosening his tie.
“So beautiful,” Roman whispered. “Logan, my darling— Logan, my love…”
Logan laid there, underneath Roman, completely still. His eyes were wide and my God, did his heart ever plan on stopping?
Roman quickly unbuttoned his own white shirt with his free hand, and leaned forward to kiss Logan once more.
For the first time,Logan felt suffocated behind Roman’s lips.
The second Roman pulled back, Logan squeezed his eyes shut.
‘Don’t, don’t, don’t;why can’t, for once, you be wrong?’
Roman pulled back when he saw Logan crying.
He immediately rolled off Logan, who was still facing the ceiling, tears rolling down his cheeks. His eyes widened.
“Logan, mi amor.” Roman faced Logan, still lying down, and used his hand to brush the tears off Logan’s cheek. “Is…is everything alright?”
“I-I’m…I’m sorry, Ro.” Logan’s words seemed to be caught in his throat. “I-I thought I could do it; I-I thought I’d be okay. B-But…but I was wrong.”
“Logan, deep breaths,” Roman purred. He cupped Logan’s chin and tilted Logan’s head towards him. “Please tell me what’s wrong?”
“I…” Logan swallowed thickly. “I am afraid I am asexual, Roman.”
A beat of silence passed.
“I should have told you, I know,” Logan rambled. “I-It…it was simply illogical that I withheld that sort of information from you, my significant other. It was illogical—I am stupid—and I-I understand if you do not want to continue pursuing a relationship with me, then I completely unde—”
“Logan.” Roman’s firm voice promptly shut him up.
“Y-Yes?” Logan asked timidly. Roman sighed, brushing his hand against Logan’s cheek.
“There was only one word that was truly wrong in that sentence.” Logan closed his eyes, bracing himself for what seemed like the inevitable.
Instead, Roman said, “Why would you be afraid?”
Logan’s eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Roman.
“B-Because…” He paused. “Because you…you want sex.”
It was stupid. Oh my God, Logan felt so stupid that he was going to throw up. Roman, however, broke into a smile.
“But what do you want?” Roman asked. Logan frowned.
“Is…is this a trick question?” Roman laughed quietly.
“Oh, mi amor,” he murmured with a small smile. “I would never want to put make you do something you don’t want to do.”
“B-But I want to!” Everything Logan knew completely flew out of his head. “I want to show you I love you, I-I don’t want to—”
“You could never disappoint me, Logan,” Roman said. “Logan…you don’t need sex to show me you love me. You know how I know you love me?”
“You smile at me, even if I throw roses at you at 7 am like a crazy person,” Roman said, slowly leading Logan to sit up on the bed. “You make me coffee and ask me how my rest was when we eat pancakes. You teach me so many new things. You take me star-gazing and you tell me about every single constellation, and when you listen to me sing, you start to hum along too. If I am lucky, you start to sing, and my God, your voice is absolutely angelic.”
Logan was at a loss for words. A few tears pricked Roman’s eyes too, and the princely-figure squeezed Logan’s hands tightly.
“None of that involved sex,” Roman murmured. “Why should it be different now?”
Logan blushed, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
“You are right, Logan,” Roman whispered, “you are asexual. And there is nothing to be afraid of. You don’t have to be afraid that you won’t be able to give me the love I may, at times, want; because you give me all the love I already need.”
Roman smiled. “I love you, Logan.”
Logan, not being able to help himself, pulled Roman in a tight hug. Roman smiled, kissing the top of Logan’s forehead.
“I love you too, Roman.” He pulled back so that his nose was barely grazing Roman’s. “Thank you.”
Roman giggled, pulling Logan back down onto the bed and under the sheets. Logan curled up in a small ball besides Roman, cuddling into his chest, and Roman ran his hands through his hair.
“So this is love, mmm, so this is love,” Roman sang quietly as Logan slowly drifted off to sleep, “So this is what make life divine…”
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