(Ill probs make all of them, just which one i should make first)
Option 1: Remus is asexual and is making out with Janus when he's like, "shit, i dont think i like sexual stuff" (itll be really short, itll mostly be like just ace rep with a character that is really suggestive)
Option 2: Logan is a mindreader with aphantasia, and Roman is a daydreamer. Logan is amazed by his ability to create such gorgeous ideas in his mind. (might do this with Remus, but honestly hed probably be freaked out more than anything)
Option 3: logan and Virgil live together in a cottage in a very, very cold and snowy place. This little puppy arrives at their doorstep, and they just HAVE to adopt her, right? I mean, at least, according to Virgil.
Summary: Roman is writing a story and struggling with a character who’s identity he doesn’t believe he can write properly. Perhaps through going with it he’ll learn something about himself on the way
Warnings: a few sex mentions
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Roman was writing but the characters weren't behaving. Well, really they were behaving too well and becoming too fully formed for where he thought his skill was at.
One character in particular was trying to turn every scene to making her have an identity that he really doubted being able to accurately portray. Asexual, probably Aromantic as well, and truthfully he barely knew anything about the identities. How could people tell when they didn't feel something other than in situations where they're being pressured to feel it? Do scenes like that have to be included?
Actually Roman's biggest argument with the character now insisting she was ace was that it contradicted scenes he remembered writing and without going back to read a few thousand words of his own writing and probably putting himself off the entire story he couldn't know how easily they could be changed. That wasn't reasoning that was working against the characters in his head and he'd known it wouldn't from the start.
“You're glaring at your laptop again. Is someone writing a fanfiction that offends you? Can I write a worse one?” Remus commented, wandering past and shoving Roman lightly, but enough he clung to his laptop to avoid dropping it.
“I'm arguing with a character. Do we know anyone Ace or Aro? Can I change Amanda to make her so without destroying the story I've written so far?” He grumbled, looking over to his brother who at the first question clicked and pointed to himself.
Remus just grinned, “I'm ace so that's a start and sure you can. The scenes that would contradict her being either make little sense with how she'd really be feeling anyway. If you swap it from getting embarrassed over a crush to upset over her identity being ignored the argument stays but doesn't cause issues with her family right after moving out.”
“Since when are you ace? Weren't you thirsting over, goodness, who was it last week? That emo kid?” Roman side-eyed him for a moment before looking back at the screen. “And are there videos or do you mind getting interrogated so I can know enough not to write Amanda completely cluelessly?”
Remus waved a hand, pulling things out of the cabinets behind Roman and licking random packaging. “Since ages. I just think sex is juicy to talk about, not actually doing anything, that's dull. Talking to me ain't gonna help you write a traumatised kid who is as likely aroace through trauma as she is to naturally be that way. Ecosia it so the great googlepire can't control the results.”
That day Roman nodded and returned to just writing what was in his head, minus a few arguments over if how Amanda should act. He could trust his character for now at least.
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“So you've started treating your characters as people. Will I get yelled at for saying I think Greg and Harrison used to have tons of kinky sex but broke up when Harry tried to make the role play full time?” Remus was lounging on Roman's bed when he got in one afternoon, flicking through the notebook that held his novel project.
Roman just rolled his eyes, going to snatch the book back. “No, they're meant to be exes and I don't care what you headcanon for their past.” He sighed, flicking to the next blank page to carry on writing something since the book was out.
“Well it's obvious Greg is going for exhibitionism with Luke so he's gotta be kinky already.” Remus coaxed, only to get a pillow thrown at him. “Just saying what I'm seeing.”
“You're seeing wrong and those guys aren't even getting together. Now hush. Amanda needs to actually get an apology already.” Roman focused up on what he'd been writing recently, scanning the last page.
Remus cackled, pushing the pillow under himself. “From hating to write the girl to constantly having her involved in everything is quite the turn around, Rospeare. You projecting over there?”
“Course not! She's just the most interesting person to describe.” he protested, but paused, glancing to the page. “Cause I am just writing about people, aren't I? Not some label or minority but people whomever the world sees them as.”
For some reason the words sent Remus into triumphant cackles. “He finally realises it! People are people are people, fictional, acted or real, people are people.”
He'd heard the word people so many times it had lost all meaning so decided to ignore his brother and just write for a while. Besides Amanda was re-framing his own memories and how he'd thought about crushes before now and it was becoming fascinating to write about, even just when she was spending time with her siblings, thankfully less unpredictable than his own.
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Editing was a surprise to Roman. He'd never finished writing a story that he was sure had a reasonable plot of such length and he'd been excited to start typing it up.
Now he was just disturbed, reading over the next scenes he had to write up and edit, just wishing he could tear the pages up and completely rewrite them. Loosing any of his writing was loathsome so he settled for just ignoring the pages.
How could he have ever believed that Amanda would have a crush, let alone one on someone barely mentioned at all? It boggled his mind before he remembered the time he'd had a mental battle before accepting that his character was aroace. Roman almost wondered if part of his fight against letting himself write that was to avoid the self-reflection Amanda had brought with her.
After all, now he saw himself in Amanda more than any other character that had turned up in the story, including the actors that were friends with a few of his main characters.
“Me and Amanda match.” He murmured to himself, deciding to just note that there would be an argument between the main group during this scene in the plot he'd been compiling. He could sketch for a while instead, and perhaps see what his characters might actually look like.
“Yeah, I love your little blue dress number. Pretty sure I was meant to be the one to make it though.” Remus agreed, suddenly leaning through his door. “Or wasn't that what you meant about matching?”
Roman rolled his eyes, “No, I meant we're both aro. The ace part is yet to be decided but I doubt I'm aroace.”
“Fun. You're stealing my colour and refusing to look even a little remorseful of it. Pick something with a red flag instead.” Remus teased, throwing some fabric up so it fell draped over him.
For a moment all Roman could see was green and grey as he floundered in confusion at the sudden covering, before reaching to tug it off. “Favourite colours are not the way we chose our identities Remus!” He protested before realising the fabric in his hands was an aro flag, put together by various fabrics he'd been saving for unknown projects. “You? How did you figure this out before me?” He blinked after a moment, only to realise his brother had vanished again.
Looking to the sketch of a face that clearly screamed itself to be Amanda, Roman smiled. “Yeah, we match and I think I love you for making me realise that.”
You are loved and valid. You are not broken. You are not weird. You are beautiful and complete. You belong in the queer community and you belong here with me.
Description: Janus gets back home from a pride event. Now he has to deal with his homophobic dad.
Tw: being dead named, alcohol, cursing, homophobia
Ships: platonic or QPR dukeceit
Genre: human au
Alt prompt 2: rainbow (prompt by @pridewrite2021)
(Janus’ pronouns are he/she/they in this)
Janus examined their face in their phone camera for one last time, doing their best to ensure that no face paint had managed to escape them scrubbing their cheek furiously on the way back. Finally satisfied, they entered their house.
“Damien, where the hell have you been?!” Her dad called from the other room. Janus cringed at their dead name. “I was just about to send out a search party.” He chuckled.
“Study group ran late.” Janus lied smoothly, entering the living room. His dad was sat on the couch, beer in hand. The tv was on and flashing images from the news. Janus almost went dizzy as videos of the pride parade flashed across the screen.
His dad scoffed. “God, why do they have to be showing that shit?” He said, gruffly.
Janus had learned a while ago how to not let their discomfort show and they prided themselves on being able to lie well. But damn it was it hard sometimes. The comment stung like a bullet wound but they still somehow managed a nod and a thin smile.
“You’re right, it’s not like it’s a current event and it’s their job to cover it or anything.” He said, sarcastically.
“I just don’t see why they have to shove it in our faces.” His dad said, rolling his eyes.
‘Well, I don’t love being bombarded with your sexuality 24/7 either but I seem to manage fine’ Janus didn’t say.
“I just think a man should be with a woman. That’s the way it’s always been. I mean, gay couples can’t even have kids!”
‘Neither can a lot of straight couples but I don’t see you attacking their right to exist. And gay people have existed for literal centuries but whatever.’ Janus thought.
“I mean, look at him!” His dad said, pointing to a drag queen on the screen. She wore a short blue skirt with a sequin trail attached to the back and a crop top to match. Her hair was curly and done up big, dyed in blues and purples with a feather headdress which she wore like a crown. Her makeup was bold, with sparkling eyeshadow reaching up to her eyebrows and long eyelashes perfectly curled. The drag queens cheekbones were sharp, contour done perfectly. Her lipstick was a beautiful purple that glistened and made her lips look fuller than they likely were without it. She strutted down the street in her heels, radiating pure confidence.
“Any man going out like that should be ashamed of himself.” Janus’ dad spat. Ok, that one really hurt.
“If you don’t mind dad, I’m a little tired. I’m just gonna head to my room.” Janus said.
Janus did his best not to run up the stairs. It was already risky leaving in the middle of that type of conversation. Hurrying out the room wouldn’t help his case.
Janus then entered his room, locked his door and flopped onto his bed, the soft black and yellow duvet bringing the smallest of comforts to him as his dads words wrung in his head like some kind of annoying school bell.
“It’s just until I can move out” he told himself. “Then I never have to speak to the bastard again and I can move on with my life.”
She then felt her phone buzz from her hoodie pocked. She looked to see it was Remus. Opening it, she couldn’t help but smile.
It was a picture they’d taken from earlier that day. Remus was wearing his black denim jacket wearing his asexual and aromantic pride badges. Underneath he wore a green and black shirt which read ‘sounds gay, I’m in.’ He was also wearing a black choker that Janus had given him for his birthday. Remus had done his makeup slightly differently too, making his eyeshadow the full rainbow rather than just purple, and wearing black lipstick. It was hard to tell from the photo, but brown hair was also sparkling too from when he’d thrown an entire tub of glitter on himself. He was stood to Janus’ side, kissing his cheek (despite Janus’ many objections.)
Janus hadn’t been able to do as much for the pride parade, fearing their dad found out, but they had still let Remus paint the non binary and rainbow flags on their cheek. He’d also worn a skirt that he’d borrowed from Remus. It was simple, just a plain black skirt that went just above his knees with some lace at the bottom of it but he couldn’t help feeling so genuinely happy as he wore it. He’d been slightly disappointed when he had to give it back at the end, fearing his dad would find it. In one particularly brave moment, they’d also bought a rainbow pin which they’d stuck to their mustard hoodie.
As she took in all the pride flags in the background of the photo, her phone buzzed again.
Remus: we look sexy as hell in this photo😉
Janus couldn’t help but laugh.
Janus: don’t we always?😉
Remus: 😘
Janus looked at the rainbow pin in the photo for a moment before reached into their hoodie and pulling it out, running their thumb across the shiny surface.
They knew they wouldn’t be able to wear it out in public much. Plus, it’d have to be hidden from their dad. But it felt oddly good to have it.
‘Oh well.’ Janus thought ‘what’s another secret to keep?’
