(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.
@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: collection - aimless fluff that barely even mentions skating but lives in the figure skaters au
cw: a bit of internalised aphobia
Remus kept a collection of Sirius-kisses— it sounded like the sort of things lovers kept collections of.
When he told Sirius of it, kiss-dazed and hidden away in an grey-stone alcove, Sirius had laughed breathily in surprise, before his eyes drifted off with a curious small smile.
“Well then,” he said when he turned back to Remus, face full of playful delight, “here’s another one for your collection,” and dropped a kiss to the tip of his nose.
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The memory of the first kiss had long since mellowed and morphed: a stormy sky was repainted wine-purple, and rain-darkened pavement shone indigo in the lilac street lamps. It was the bottom of the urn, the heart of the mystery.
“Do you know?” Sirius had said of it once, “That might be the favourite moment of my life. For an instant everything was so clear, so perfect. Right then, I thought I knew everything I’ll ever need.”
And Remus, because he was an idiot, and because he had no idea how to deal with when Sirius said these kinds of things, had replied, “but you didn’t really, know everything you’ll ever need.”
Somehow, Sirius reacted to that with laughter and a kiss to his cheek, “you’re right, wise Moony-of-mine. I think I’ve learnt about other things I didn’t know I needed,” he said, and pulled Remus into a kiss again, “things like this.”
-
By the time the second kiss happened, Remus had already spent days wondering if Sirius simply managed to break something in his brain with the first. Because suddenly, Sirius became Sirius, the instigator of random spacey smiles and chest pains and that woozy, heady rush, the reason that all those senselessly sentimental love songs on the radio started to make sense. And Remus was embarrassed because, dear god, him? Remus John I-know-more-books-than-people Lupin?
His heart had simply ran ahead without his permission, and so did his mouth, apparently.
Because in the grey light of that cool, still morning, Sirius asked him on the rink, “Can I kiss you?”
And Remus blurted in response “I love you.”
Surely that’s what people meant by the word, right? This all-consuming kind of obsession that sometimes terrified himself, that Remus was sure Sirius would be scared off by.
But Sirius had looked overjoyed. “You do?” He said, wonder spilling from his voice. Then, and then, miraculously, Sirius had replied, “I love you too.”
The third, fourth and fifth kisses came quickly after that.
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And so the collection grew. Picked up like petals from a meandering stream, like purple shells on the beach. It was light flutters of breath, soft lips dancing over skin and never lingering. It was kisses that were more smiles than heat, that were merely new stamps for old missives the weight of two hearts that had long-since been there. Somehow, even after months and months, every kiss still came as a surprise, unsought gifts that Remus gathered up like paper stars in a jar, that he was content with letting sit on the windowsill and bronzen in the sun.
“I don’t really fancy… doing more,” Sirius had confessed once, uncharacteristically awkward with himself.
“So we won’t.” Remus said simply.
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it.” Remus said with puzzlement, “I love this, all of this. I love you.”
Sirius’ eyes were downcast, and his smile came slow— but it did come, and he’d replied, “I love you too.”
There were kisses on the forehead, on the temple, under his jaw, on the inside of his wrist. There were kisses on entwined fingers as they stumbled down dark cobble-road of the village, raced down the echoing stone halls of their school. Remus made it a mission to return every gift in kind, with kisses and cuddles and chocolates in the leather jacket’s pocket that Sirius would never admit to have eaten. He’d hug Sirius close on his bed, wrap an arm around his shoulder, wait for Sirius to urge him with a squeeze of his hand before leaning forward, and pressing his lips to Sirius’ smile.
Maybe as they grew older, less and less about their world made sense. Dreams about a sport with crystalline beauty sometimes revealed to be murky or downright ugly. They would grow into the weights on their shoulders, that might end up pressing them away from each other until even their touches grow hesitant.
“There’s so much I can’t figure out how to fix. Or barely understand.” Sirius said once, sat in snow and shouldering the whole of the grey sky behind, “And I’m so afraid that, someday something horrible will happen to ruin everything.”
Opposite him, Remus took his hands out of his pockets to scoot forward and hold Sirius’ face close, his fingers threading through the hint of hyacinth in his dark hair. He held Sirius’ eyes, this, Remus thought, while committing another moment to memory, “Nothing can ruin everything,” he said, dropping a light kiss— their kiss— on Sirius’ lips, “I promise.”
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?’
Ships: Past Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Intruality,
Warnings: Messy breakup, swearing, unintentional bigotry, mentions of sex, brief (VERY brief) making out
Summary: Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Remus move into a house together as housing during college. It works out great until Virgil and Roman breakup and Remus discovers some things that could complicate his own romantic relationship with Patton (none of the characters are unsympathetic they’re just stupid.)
Word Count: 1.8K
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“I’m just an over glorified fuck buddy to you, aren’t I?!” Virgil yelled through the thin walls and Remus flinched at the noise. Roman and Virgil decided to have an apparently much needed fight. He was glad that Patton wasn’t home to witness what he assumed was a breakup. Remus didn’t know whether or not he was going to have to comfort Virgil or Roman.
“No! I just- Virgil you aren’t listening to me! Like you ever do!” Remus turned up the music in his headphones, despite it already at max volume. His eardrums were probably going to explode, with blood and whatever cartilage did when it couldn’t handle the stress of hearing.
“Are you breaking up with me?!”
“Yeah, VIRGIL, I think I am!” Remus was impressed that they had gotten to that part after two hours. But hey, they got there in the end, right? He heard the door of the room open and slam shut. He paused his music and looked up to see Roman looking deflated. Roman walked over and sat next to Remus silently. Remus didn’t say anything, not wanting to fuck up his brother’s day anymore, even though that sounded like fun. Roman screamed into a pillow and fell the back of his head onto Remus’s lap, slapping his phone to the ground. “Did you manage not to hear any of that?”
“Oh I’m pretty sure your voice could’ve broken the windows if you tried harder.” Remus supplied. “I don’t know exactly what the fight was about though, you guys were talking like normal people at the point.”
“What would you know about normal people?” Roman responded snarkily, before shaking his head softly and corrected himself. “Sorry. That fight was a lot, I’m not sure the adrenaline of it has burned out yet… Remus, is it weird that I thought we were doing really well? I didn’t even notice Virgil wasn’t happy with it. I really fucked up.”
Remus thought briefly to his own dating life. He realized he related more than he wanted to. “Yeah, you really boinged that one, dude. But, I’m sure it’ll be okay. If it doesn’t work out I can decapitate Virge for you. He’s my best friend but you’re my brother.”
Roman laughed lightly, and tears rolled down his face unto Remus’s legs. His laughter quickly turned to sobbing into Remus’s shirt until Patton came home from work 30 minutes later. He opened the door humming to himself until he saw the twins on the couch, Roman’s makeup running and generally looking like a mess.
“Is… everything okay?” Remus shook his head and Patton nodded to himself. “Where’s Virgil?” That simple question got Roman to crumble down horizontally on the couch again. Patton thought to himself with furrowed brows about that response. Remus pointed to Virgil’s room and Patton followed, knocking on the door. He went in after a few seconds to see Virgil curled up in a ball, shaking and clearly not alright.
He couldn’t even choke a word out. Patton closed the door and sat on the ground in front of him. Without questioning anything he opened up his arms in case Virgil wanted a hug. He did. “Okay kiddo, breathe in for four seconds for me. Now hold it for seven-”
This went on until his breathing was stable. Virgil’s fist was closed around a piece of Patton’s shirt. “I shouldn’t have yelled at him.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Patton asked, tightening his grip. He had begun to suspect what might’ve happened and almost wanted to cry about it himself, but it wasn’t about him right now. “Not that you have to but if you need to, I’m here.”
“No, my therapist has told me to communicate better. Which, ironically, what I was trying to do with Roman…” Virgil trailed off, loosening his grip of Patton’s shirt and looking up to his ceiling. He doesn’t really seem to want me other than to have sex and after mentioning that it eventually turned into a screaming match. And then he… then he broke up with me. I should’ve listened to him before but I didn’t. Patton I don’t know what to do.”
Patton bit his lip for a second. Only sex, huh? He thought back to himself and Remus. They sort of had the opposite issue… This wasn’t about that though. Virgil still wanted a response. “I wasn’t there, Virgil, and this isn’t my relationship we’re talking about. I- do you want suggestions or do you just want me to listen without giving any opinions?”
“Suggestions would be cool.”
“Alright,” with that permission Patton tried to think of his best friendly advice. ‘Communication’ was usually always the answer but it was some sort of subsection of that Patton wasn’t sure how to explain. Listen to Roman? Be clear about your wants in a romantic relationship? It was hard for Patton to follow those in his OWN dating life. He realized more and more issues to bring up to Remus after this resolved somehow. “Well, it would probably be helpful to listen to what Roman wants in the relationship and have him listen to what you would want. And then… based on that, work on how to do that together or if that’s not compatible… Break off the romantic relationship because it would probably be healthier that way.”
Virgil whistled lowly. “Dang, Pat. I was sort of expecting a follow your heart thing. But, thank you. I guess that would mean confronting the issues, which is quite honestly terrifying. I should probably do that now or something…” He stood up, holding his head from doing it too fast and made his way to the door. Patton remained on the floor a moment longer before following.
Remus was back to listening to music while Roman was scrolling on his phone as Remus played with his hair idly. Virgil grabbed the fabric of his jacket before walking to the loveseat. He heard Patton close his door and almost jumped out of his skin. He took a deep breath. “Roman? Maybe we should try again with that discussion… I don’t want this to be screaming. I like you, a lot. What do you say?”
He made brief eye contact with Roman, seeing the dried tears and puffy eyes, but he nodded and sat up. Remus gave Virgil a raised eyebrow but said nothing. “Okay.” Roman croaked. Patton walked to the kitchen almost immediately to give both of them glasses of water to fight back against what the yelling and tears did to their throats. “You can start.”
“Should we leave?” Remus asked, as Patton handed the glass to Virgil and then Roman. Patton sat down at the one chair in the room, but didn’t get comfortable just in case. “I mean it’s your conversation.”
“You can stay. I don’t want to yell again. A mediator would be good.” Like it helped before, Remus thought to himself, but stayed put. Virgil cleared his throat with a small cough and took a sip of water. “I’m starting? Okay. I feel like I'm not getting a lot of romantic affection lately in our relationship that I would really appreciate. We don’t really kiss or anything and I would like to know if that’s because of me or not. You can go now.”
Roman blinked and used a tissue from the side table to clean up his face as he spoke. “Thank you for telling me that, Virgil… I didn’t realize that you wanted affectionate stuff that badly. I feel like I don’t need that in my relationships and I’ve been questioning my sexuality and romantic orientations for a while. And I probably should’ve brought this up earlier but… I think I’m…” He looked down at the ground. “I think I’m aromantic.” He sounded like he was about to cry again. Remus looked at Patton with wide eyes.
Patton returned the look as Virgil talked next. “Oh. Roman, I’m so sorry about the fuckbuddy comment, shit. I didn’t realize… but I’m proud of you for finding that out about yourself. Maybe it would be healthier if we broke up, huh?”
Roman laughed, new tears falling down his face. The two embraced each other, laughing while crying. “Yeah, I guess we are breaking up then!”
It would hurt for a while, and the change was definitely huge but it was better. But after witnessing that Patton and Remus knew that they had to talk. The only question was who would be the first to bring it up?
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Remus and Patton were on Patton’s bed, making out. Which was fine, neither of their roommates were home and it was fun. The issues came up when Patton’s hand went under Remus’s shirt. “Is this okay?” He asked. It all came crashing down when Remus shook his head no. They stopped immediately and fell onto the bed looking up at the ceiling next to each other. “We should talk about this. Not that you didn’t want to, just that we need to define better boundaries for our relationship.”
“You’re right. We should talk about this.” Remus gulped. Apparently it was already happening. After two weeks but it still didn’t feel like enough time. “Patt, I love you… But I don’t know about fucking.”
“Crass, but I get it. Are you… asexual?” He looked over at his boyfriend, who shrugged. “Well, that’s fine too. So no sexual stuff. Got it. Anything else that would cross the line that we should talk about?”
Remus was tempted just to shrug again but didn’t. “I don’t know yet. After Roman finding out he’s aromantic I’ve been thinking. I still want to be with you, but can I give you everything you want in a relationship? I don’t think I… I don’t think I NEED or WANT sex at all, but I haven’t decided yet. I’m so fucking confused.”
“I may want it, Remus but I don’t think it’s a need in our relationship.” Patton reassured. And he wasn’t lying either. He believed what he was saying, glad that his conversations with Janus had also gotten him to check his own wants and needs in general. “I think I’m alright like this, but it’s important for me to know for sure.”
He reached out for Remus’s hand, and he took it. They looked up at the ceiling, with a feeling of clarity that helped them relax. It wasn’t really a change at all, but it gave reason to actions and made sure they wouldn’t make the other uncomfortable. And that was worth it.
At this point I've accepted that I just love projecting onto Remus so... Ace time in time for pride, bebeyy!
Remus who is sex favorable, so he doesn't know if he should call himself ace
Who likes to talk up sexual ideas to hide his asexuality
Remus who hides his asexuality because he's expected to be the most sexual and vulgar
Who uses sexual jokes, language, and innuendo in attempt to "compensate" for his lack of attraction
Who isn't sex repulsed so he doesn't feel "ace enough"
Who has a crazy high libido which is frustrating
Who gets sexual intrusive thoughts, so he doesn't feel "ace enough"
Who feels romantic attraction, but doesn't date because he can't explain asexuality very well
And what if he didn't believe him? Or expected sex anyways?
Who gets super insecure when the topic if sex comes up because even the innocent members of the group have had more experience and isn't he supposed to be the sexual one???
No pairings or warnings
Asexual character, Aromantic character
word count: c/1000
Happy last day of Pride month! xxx
The question of whether Remus and Patton are dating is currently the most hotly debated topic in the friend group. Well, among everyone but the two in question. They can’t say they haven’t tried to give them their answers but really, they hadn’t actually asked them and it was almost funny how long it had been going on for. Almost.
Remus and Patton had nothing in common except their friend group. They had only met through Roman and as far as any of them had been aware, that was where their "friendship" ended. Patton had made it clear very early in their collective meetings that Remus’s crude humour didn't sit well with him. Remus, after every cringe, every "well now, kiddo...", rarely held back with his criticisms and gripes about how boring he was. So when they moved in together, needless to say they were all a bit shocked.
They'd been interrogated for days. Roman had rounded on Remus immediately, demanding to know if he was kidnapping his friend. Virgil had sat down with Patton on his own, then again with Janus and finally with Logan as well to figure out why he was doing it and to coax him out of the idea. It was around this time, they reckoned, that the now fateful phrase, "we just get along really well on our own!" was uttered.
It had been Patton who had said it, trying to placate Virgil after so many talks, but Roman had inevitably heard, and he ran with it.
"What does that even mean?!" He ranted to the others. Virgil had joined him quickly on this dizzying teacup ride of worrying emotions but for once, it was Roman who was spinning the wheel. They kept circling the phrase, staring at it until they were sick and them circled it some more. If Logan and Janus had joined them on this ride then Logan was impressively resilient as he suffered silently through it all, but the entertainment factor for Janus seemed to be rapidly losing its appeal.
In a whiplash inducing move, he grabbed the figurative wheel spinning them around with one simple suggestion. "Maybe they're dating."
Roman looked about as sick as Virgil felt. They barely paused to look at each other before they were reaching for the wheel and the ride started over again.
Logan got sick of it first, leaving them to it not long after but Janus was enjoying himself once again, watching the carnage unfolding in front of him.
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They'd been living together for almost a month when Patton stormed into their flat in a very un-Patton-like manner, the best kind as far as Remus was concerned. He set aside his crisps and jar of mayo to watch Patton stomp over to the couch and throw himself down onto it with a muffled scream. Remus gave him a minute and sure enough, when he popped back up his outsides were back to their usual pop-star togetherness, with only the general dishevelment that came with throwing yourself on the couch suggesting that he was still ruffled on the inside.
"Which one was it today?" Remus asked, both of them well used to this by now.
"Logan." Patton admitted, the guilt with which he used to confess to these things long gone. There was only so many times you could rat your friends out in a day before the guilt gets replaced with general annoyance. Remus tsked sympathetically and offered Patton a nibbled crisp which was politely declined. Logan was always difficult when the “Patton/Remus question” came up. While they could expect the "subtle" prying from Virgil and Roman, Logan was a natural data-collector and it was clear to both of them that he was getting increasingly more confused with his results. They couldn't blame him, they were mainly based on nonsense.
"Did you finally tell him at least?" Remus asked, and that brought back a little of the guilt.
"No, I really wanted him to just figure it out today." Patton complained. "I mean, I didn't exactly go subtle!" And if they knew what to look for then Remus would have been inclined to agree. It was unfortunate, however, that only downside was Remus himself.
"While I can admit, dressing as the aro flag does have that on-the-nose quality that I like, did he just think-"
"He thought I was wearing your clothes, yeah. He wrote it in his book as I was leaving." That was a bummer. With a sigh, Patton got up from the couch to change out of the green and back into his usual bubbly blues, flashing a tired smile to Remus who just gave a shrug in response.
"I'd say I'd join you next time but Virgil might think I'm coming on to him and then we'll have a whole new bout of drama." Which, now that he was thinking about it, might actually be fun. He lifted his head and a thoughtful, questioning look up to Patton and was met with a sternly raised eyebrow in return. He gave pleading eyes a try and Patton crossed his arms. "Fine." He sulked, and Patton nodded his head approvingly and finally left to change.
When he came back out, he had Remus's asexual blanket wrapped around his shoulders, a black arrow with just the word "HIS" in marker on the back. His own aromantic blanket, covered in crumbs with a similar arrow and “HIS” pointing back at him, was crumpled in Remus’s lap. The others’ colours just spoke a little more to them.
"They'll figure it out eventually." He affirmed as he sat down, trying to sound confident but falling a little more securely in the "hopeful" department.
"They better." Remus answered. "It's just getting embarrassing at this point."
Humming in response, Patton couldn't help but laugh as he thought about their friends and what their reaction would be to finding out their elaborate "secret lovers" theory wasn't true. Last he'd heard from Janus, Roman was convinced they were getting married soon.
They would probably tell the others eventually, Pride was coming up so they could do it then. Maybe, just maybe, it would occur to one of them to just ask. For now they would enjoy the secret soap opera their friends thought their lives were and give them the benefit of the doubt that they could figure it out on their own.
