Janus sighed, pinning the dress to itself, the hem of the dress falling below the shoulders. The smock and undergarments were visible below, surprisingly comfortable for the model below.
"Thank you for, well, making this for me" Logan smiled, moving his arms so janus could sow the side hem.
"It's no problem, dear. I'm quite enjoying this." Janus smiled a bit, stepping back for a second. The dark blue gown- circa 1890s style- flowed over Logan, Janus blushing at the sight in front of him. Obviously, the underskirts weren't all on- those could be put on last, and Janus thought for a second.
Janus moved forward, kissing his boyfriend, and fixing the hem as he did, adjusting the lace. He pulled the hoop skirt out of his closet, putting it on Logan. Janus then stepped back, almost giddy. It had turned out so close to his original sketches. "You look beautiful, mon amour~" Logan blushed on the compliment and pet name, twirling in the skirt slightly.
Summary: Deceit desperately wants Thomas to pick the callback over the wedding, and it infuriates him that the others won’t listen to him.
Warnings: Deceit, the sides being mean to Deceit, referenced character death (If I missed anything, please let me know!)
Words: 1547
Song rec: Colors by Halsey
A huge thanks to the incredible @thenewlarislynn for being my beta reader!!
This is based on this post by the endlessly talented @lostonehero, thanks for the inspiration!!!
General Taglist: @xionbean @fall-sunflowers @emo-disaster @darkstrange-son
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Deceit was so close. He could feel it.
He tried not to let himself get excited. Things could always go wrong. One slip up, one detail gone unaccounted for, and everything might collapse.
But he was so close. He had almost done it several times before but he had never gotten this far. Deceit could practically reach out and brush his fingers against victory.
Finally, everything was about to change.
Thomas sat at the witness stand in front of him, panicked and sweating. Deceit hid a smirk.
“Stop stalling, and admit it!” he snapped. “What am I doing here right now, Thomas? Am I the snake come to trick you into sinning?”
Thomas glared at Deceit, and Deceit smiled and shook his head.
“Or have you had your mind made up since the moment you received the news about the callback? You didn’t even forget about the wedding, did you?! It was all an act!”
“Fine! I want to go to the callback!”
Deceit’s heart pounded as the room caught its breath. He couldn’t keep the grin from blooming on his face.
That was it. Finally. I did it, he kept saying, over and over in his head, barely unable to believe it. I did it.
“I was planning on playing WordCrush on my phone during the wedding ceremony to keep my mind off the fact that I’m single,” Thomas said helplessly. “I don’t want to go! I’m…afraid…to go.”
The others all stared at Thomas in disappointment and disbelief. The pain on his face could have broken Deceit’s heart, had he not known from what he was protecting Thomas.
Thomas continued to incriminate himself, but it didn’t matter to Deceit. He got what he wanted. Everything was going to be okay.
Deceit let himself laugh as the others still sat stunned. “Yes! Prosecution rests, or whatever. Let’s just call it here and put him out of his misery.”
Roman furrowed his brow and lifted a page on his notepad. “Does the juror have his decision?”
Virgil sighed. “Yeah.” He stood up and glared at Deceit. Deceit barely felt the sting.
“I hate to say it, but…the defendant is…guilty. On all charges.”
Thomas hung his head.
“Who knew convincing people to do something they really want to do could be so easy?” Deceit bragged.
“This is a downer,” Roman sighed.
Thomas bit his lip. “Well, Your Honor, what’s your sentence?”
Deceit could barely hear them talking over the pounding in his ears, the elation swelling in his chest. Their disappointment was inconsequential. It would pass, and everything would be okay. Finally. Finally.
Roman’s head shot up. He gingerly picked up his gavel. “I hereby sentence you…”
Deceit lifted a hand. “That’s not really necessary. I think now you see that all of this is – ”
“ – To one day at the St. Clifford’s Chapel on the day of Lee and Mary Lee’s wedding!”
And with the bang of Roman’s gavel, Thomas’s eyes snapped open, and Deceit’s relief crumbled.
His heart sank into his stomach. “Wait, what?!”
This wasn’t supposed to happen. This had never happened before and Deceit had made sure that it wouldn’t.
Virgil, he expected. Patton had also managed to ruin it before. And there was a reason Logan was deliberately kept away almost every time.
But how could Roman do this to Deceit? How could he not understand?
Roman sighed. “It’s my sworn duty to help Thomas achieve his hopes and dreams.”
He scowled. “But Thomas wouldn’t dream of attaining his hopes through deceitful means.”
Deceit fought back the frustration ebbing in his head, the nausea in his stomach, and the burning behind his eyes. He saw Virgil smile proudly at Roman and gritted his teeth.
“But that’s not true!” Deceit cried.
Virgil scoffed. “And you’re a beacon of truth?”
“Did I say that?” Deceit snapped. “I missed the part where I said that!”
Thomas shook his head. “I don’t understand. You got what you wanted.”
They would never understand. Deceit had been through this more times than he could count and it always ended the same way. Nobody ever listened to him. Nobody ever believed that he wanted what was best for Thomas. It was foolish of him to believe this would have ended any other way.
Deceit bit his lip hard. He wouldn’t cry, not in front of them.
“But you’re still missing the point!” Deceit cried, voice dripping with venom. “Didn’t it seem kind of ridiculous taking this matter so seriously to the point of settling it in a legal setting?!”
The others just shrugged. Deceit tried not to scream.
“I am trying to teach you a lesson!” He yelled. “But it’s literally impossible!”
“Falsehood.”
Deceit just barely sidestepped before Logan rose up right next to him and folded his arms.
“Why don’t you just leave the teaching to me?” He shot Deceit a look of contempt. Deceit refused to wither under it.
“Great,” he snarled. “Well I’m sure Thomas’s friends would love to know that he’s forcing himself to attend their wedding.”
Deceit knew that he had lost. Once again, they had ignored him. He should really have been used to it already. Deceit bottled up his hurt and put on an air of nonchalance.
“It’s clear you all don’t want to listen to reason,” he sighed. Then his tone hardened. “But know this. I’ll always be a part of you. I’m not going anywhere. And there are smarter ways to get people to do what you want anyway.”
Deceit sank down, ignoring the scared and hateful faces of the people he wished he could still call friends.
He popped back up in his room, sank to the floor, and covered his face in his hands. Deceit took in a few breaths, unable to keep a few hot tears from slipping out of his eyes.
He took a moment to compose himself, then sniffed and wiped at his eyes. He stood back up and looked around his bedroom.
Journal pages, sticky notes, pushpins, and pieces of string connecting it all covered every inch of the walls and ceilings and parts of the floor. Millions of attempts, millions of outcomes, all failed.
Deceit had stopped counting how many times he had been through this scenario after about two hundred and fifty of them. For how long he had been stuck, it was probably somewhere near thirty million.
No matter what he tried, Thomas always, always, chose the wedding.
And every time Thomas went to the wedding, he never came back.
Deceit pulled some pages down off the wall. He held onto a string by his teeth while he rearranged the papers, trying to create some path he hadn’t tried already.
When Thomas died, everything reset. His life reverted to where it had been a few years prior, and Deceit was the only one who remembered what happened. He didn’t know why it kept happening, he didn’t know why he was the only one who wasn’t reset.
It was like something, or someone, expected him to save Thomas, but no matter what he attempted, he always failed. Nobody listened to him.
He tried getting close to the others, and sometimes, he succeeded. Those were the best of the attempts. Of course his priority was breaking the loop, but during those times, Deceit finally felt like he was a part of the group. He felt loved, he felt appreciated. He believed they would listen to him.
But the moment he even suggested skipping the wedding, they turned on him. Virgil and Patton accused him of only pretending to be friendly to get what he wanted. Roman believed them and never forgave Deceit. That was the worst.
He had tried explaining what he knew would happen, but they never believed him. Deceit couldn’t blame them. He wouldn’t believe himself, either. They all only saw him as a liar.
Deceit pushed a couple pins into the wall. He squinted at the rough plan, trying to work out how every detail would fit with how the others might respond.
At this point, Deceit barely cared about winning, about proving himself right. He just wanted something different to happen. And it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
He had spent eons reliving the same few years. He could repeat every conversation he had with all the others, verbatim. He knew their exact reactions and responses to every word or phrase. It was what made him such a good mimic.
Deceit took a step back and folded his hands behind his head. This new plan was too similar to this attempt and not different enough from the previous attempt. He sighed and flopped back on his bed.
He draped an arm across his eyes. Deceit had until April to figure out a new plan. He didn’t have to have it all planned immediately.
Deceit stared up at the ceiling, and wondered, for the thirty billionth time, why the others wouldn’t listen.
Thomas was a good person. Didn’t that mean, to some extent, that Deceit was, too?
Deceit closed his eyes. He had gotten very close. He had never gotten this close before. Maybe it would end soon.
Maybe next time, someone would listen. Maybe attempt number thirty million and one would be the one where everything changed.
Trigger Warning: Dolls, terrifying situations, missing people, kidnapping[kinda??? Could be read as such]
If I need to add more let me know, but note this is an attempt at some spooky horror
S•T•O•R•Y
It was supposed to be a joke.
Just a fun trip to a spooky shop on Halloween. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.
Virgil had always loved the fall season. Perfect hoodie season, and of course the spooks. So when his best friend Remus suggested they get Janus and investigate a creepy looking shack that was parading as a toy shop. Janus loved the idea, but mostly cause it to let the 15-year-old sneak out of his house when it was dark. What his fascination was with sneaking away from his older sister’s care, Virgil would never know.
Virgil was of course incredibly anxious. So he left a note on his bed in case anything did happen.
Remus was standing with his hands on his hips looking extremely proud. Janus was the oldest but somehow Remus tended to take the lead. Virgil was never sure why, but he never really cared. It was just always like that. Remus would lead them all into adventure, Virgil got them out of trouble, and Janus made up any excuse they needed. They had a good thing going on. Things were always exciting with them.
Remus was spouting ideas about how to break into the small shop while Janus was telling Remus that there was absolutely no way they were using fire. Virgil was looking at the shop window as the two behind him went back and forth.
“Guys. The store is open.” The emo spoke up, pointing to an old-fashioned sign that read ‘Come in! We’re open!’ in bright colors.
The other teenagers paused and turned to look at the front of the door.
“Its midnight,” Janus said with a confused look. “What kinda toy store is open three am?”
“The Dollhouse apparently,” Virgil replied, looking up at the wooden letters above the door.
“Maybe it’s too lure in children so they can make toys out of them!” Remus chirped, all two happily. Virgil shuddered at the thought.
“Oh, that must be it.” The snake-like teen said rolling his eyes. “Are we going in or what?”
Before the others could answer Janus moved forward, opening the door and holding it open for Remus who skipped inside, but when the emo hesitated the eldest paused for a second.
“You okay?” He asked. “You don’t have to come with us. We can walk you home.”
“I’m fine,” Virgil told him with a dismissive shrug, and when the other gave him a questioning look the emo rolled his eyes. Janus was always protective of him. Remus too, but the human rat didn’t seem to ‘need’ protection as much, at least by the eldest’s standards. Thus Virgil got the most ‘babying’ from him. Not that the emo always minded. It was nice to be reminded that he didn’t need to do something, or to be assured it was fine. Still, it wasn’t always needed.
“Really. I’m fine. Let’s go.”
“Alright, if you say so.” Janus gave him a nod before going into the shop.
Virgil followed behind, looking around the shop. It was almost like stepping through a portal back in time. He didn’t know the exact time period the shop reminded him of, but it was definitely something he could imagine seeing it in a black and white photo if that made sense. Shelves lined the walls, all filled with dolls to the point quite a few of them looked ready to fall off. Everything was made out of wood that looked extremely old and strangely enough, despite the unlocked door and opened sign no one was in sight. Remus was already behind the only counter in the room messing with the old metal til.
“Remus! Quit playing with that!” Virgil told him, as Janus disapprovingly shook his head.
“Remus! You’re going to trip the alarm or something!” The snake told him. “They’ll think we’re trying to rob them.”
“I’m just looking!” The rat whined, rolling his eyes at the other’s worry. “Besides, no one’s here to see anything and this place doesn’t look like it has any alarms.”
“You don’t usually see alarms, Rem.” Janus frowned.
“If no one’s here, maybe we should go.” Virgil mumbled, mostly to himself.
Remus’s head tilted to the side a bit and he smiled mischievously at the anxious boy.
“Awwwww, Virgin.” He said. “Got a bad fweeling?”
Despite the mocking tone, Virgil knew if he really wanted to, they wouldn’t keep going, no matter how much fun Remus was having breaking into tils.
So the emo rolled his eyes.
“No. We just..came. Saw the shop. So we’re done here right?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Awwww, you don’t have to put on a big brave face for us! If you’re feeling like a pussy-”
“Remus.” Janus warned.
“Whoops.” The rat shrugged slightly. “My bad.”
The two mature teens sighed heavily.
“Okay, what else do you want to do here?” Virgil spoke up looking between them, earning a wicked smirk from Remus.
Oh dear.
“Let’s go back here!” He said turning and gesturing to a doorway with those hippy string bead things in place of the door. Virgil didn’t know what they were called, but he did know that the sign above the door said ‘staff only’.
Janus paused looking at Virgil, who sighed and shrugged.
“...Alright, remus. Just for a minute or two.” He told him. “Then we need to-”
Remus was already off exploring the back of the store.
“Remember, Verge.” Janus spoke up before they went in after him. “You can leave whenever you want. We won’t get mad.”
Virgil just nodded softly and followed him before Remus could break anything.
The room was much larger than the store front. With a lot more shelves and on bookcases but various doll parts and supplies substituted the books. A small desk littered with tools was in the back corner. Running along the walls about waist level there was a long shelf built into the wall, with various completed dolls that must have been waiting to be put out front and be sold. Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil could see Janus move to a large human sized doll near one corner and Remus move to the back of the room.
Virgil’s attention was caught by a completed doll. While there were many different types of dolls in the shop, porcelain, wooden, a few marinate dolls and barbies here or there, this was seemingly the only stuffed one. Or at least the only stuffed one Virgil could see. It had yellow yarn for hair and two blue beads for eyes. A small sweater around it’s blue shirt while the bottom of the doll was just black to infer it was wearing pants.
The emo picked it up looking at the eyes. Why this one had caught his attention, Virgil wasn’t even sure. He normally liked the gothic things, and this was for sure not gothic. It looked like something you would give a three year old. Though, there was just something unnerving about them, like the doll was watching him somehow. Which was just absolutely crazy. Dolls couldn’t watch him. Dolls couldn’t watch anything!
“You’re kind of a creepy fucker, aren’t ya?” He asked with a nervous chuckle. Why was he talking to the doll? And why was the watching feeling replaced with disappointment? Was the teen going crazy?
Virgil swallowed his own spit, setting down the doll.
“Ooooookkaaay.” He mumbled. “That’s enough dolls for me. Hey, Rem-”
Just as the emo started to say his name, Remus let out a scream worthy to be in horror movies.
Virgil turned around quickly seeing the human rat holding onto one of the sculpting tools that was laying on the desk, very tightly from the looks of it. But it was hard to tell with a bright light coming from the desk. Remus’s screams got louder and more horrified as his hand seemed to shrink and start wrinkling. It became stiff and shrank slightly, cracking before smoothing out into a pale color that could only look real on a doll-
Wait, no…
His hands were turning into glass!
Virgil froze. Janus ran over to their screaming friend trying to pull him away from the light before it just got brighter and suddenly Janus was starting to scream too.
The emo didn’t know what to do, the only thing running through his head was his friends’ terror and pain filled screams. It was only when something wrapped it’s hands around Virgil’s arm did he realize he needed to move. He spun to see who had grabbed him, horrified to find nothing but dolls there, one with its hand somehow holding onto his sleeve. He stepped back, feeling his chest grow tight, and his breathing quicken.
“VIRGIL-”
Janus’ scream made him turn again, this time met with the large doll the screaming friend had been looking at before right in front of him. Virgil looked past him, locking eyes with Janus, where Remus was he wasn’t sure anymore. The teen couldn’t be seen anymore. But Janus...Janus looked terrified. The emo had never seen him so scared.
Virgil could hear another scream leave his remaining friends, words,but he couldn’t make them out. The next thing Virgil even knew was he was running through the shop, hearing loud heavy footsteps behind him.
The teen literally jumped out of the building, landing on the pavement hard. He turned himself over, scurrying back as he looked at the giant doll in the doorway. Frozen. Just staring at Virgil.
Virgil didn’t really remember making his way home. But he woke the next day to his mom waking him up for school. So he went, hoping it was just a dream.
But when he got to school, Janus and Remus weren’t there. They weren’t there the next day.
The last time Virgil saw their faces was on the news as the news anchor talked about two missing kids, and asked anyone with any information to please speak up and go to their families or the authorities.
Warnings: Hospital. Broken bones. Concussion. THE SIDE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED
A/N: You guys seemed to really like part one, so here’s p2! P3 coming soon!
I wasn’t going to post this chapter, but @book-of-charlie asked for part two, so then of COURSE I had to post it lol 😂
Part 1 here
VIRGIL POV
I opened my eyes, the white room slowly coming into focus. Looking to my right, I saw Roman. Logan was wrapping a bandage on his arm. Roman winced, but didn’t make a sound.
“Logan?” He turned towards me, eyes opening wide. A dorky grin spread across his face. “Hey,
Specks,” I teased.
“Virgil! You’re finally awake!”
The memories came flooding back to me. Deceit. Roman. The smoke. I cringed, wishing me mind had stayed in it’s oblivious state, unaware of what had happened earlier.
I looked down at myself. I was attached to several machines, tubes sticking into my arms. Looking to Roman, I sighed. It was my fault. If it wasn’t for me, Roman wouldn’t be sitting in the bed next to me. He wouldn’t be hurt, tears brimming his eyes, trying not to cry as Logan pressed down on his broken bones.
I looked down at my hands, too ashamed to look Roman in the eye. Suddenly, my head started to throb. Letting out a screech, my hands flew to my temples. My ears were ringing and I could hear nothing else. The ring got louder and louder. But as my brain began to process the noise, I realize it isn’t just a ring. It’s laughter. Horrible, inhuman laughter. It had a screech, high-pitched sound to it. Like it was computer generated, there was a buzzing to it. I looked up. My vision was blurry, but in the doorway there stood a figure. Dressed in black. Nobody seemed to notice him as they surrounded my bed, Roman looking helplessly at me from across the room. And as quick as it came, the ring, or the laugh, I should say, was gone. It disappeared, just like the man in the doorway had done.
My breathing came in quick gasped as I struggled to fill my lungs. I couldn’t stop thinking. My thoughts raced to deep, dark corners of my mind that I didn’t know existed. Logan shook my shoulders, bringing me back into the real world.
“Virgil, are you okay? What just happened?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “There was a ringing in my ears and I just got a bad migraine. But it stopped now. Weird.” He looked concerned, but didn’t dwell too much.
Logan and Patton walked out of the room, closing the door. Roman turned his head to me.
“So,” he said to me, “How much do you remember?”
“All of it, somehow.” He looked surprised but didn’t pursue the conversation. It was my turn to talk to him now.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “It’s my fault you’re here. It’s my fault that you got hurt, that you’re restrained to this bed. I’m so, so sorry, Roman.”
“Nonsense,” He said, without any hesitation. “I’d do anything to protect you, Virge. Even if it meant I’d have to run through fire, I’d still do it. For you.” I blushed, turning to face the other way so he couldn’t see.
That night, Patton gave us each some soup for dinner. Logan came in behind him and started unclipping me from the tubes.
“Virgil,” He said, suddenly serious. “Your conclusion was only mild, and all the broken bones are in your arm and hand, so you are free to go. However, I think it would be best if you didn’t sleep in your room.” The other two nodded in agreement.
“I’ll stay in here with Roman,” I said. Roman smiled, then snapped his fingers.
I could tell the motion hurt him, but his smile didn’t seem to fade much. When I turned around, my hospital bed looked just like the one in my room. I smiled back at him and climbed under the covers.
I fell asleep right away, but it wasn’t a good sleep. I woke up several times. Yawning, I turned to my alarm clock. It was 2 a.m.. I rubbed my eyes. But when I pulled my hands off my face, the room was...gone. I was sitting in a wooden chair, surrounded by darkness. I called out, but there was no reply. I tried to stand up, but found my arms and legs were held to the chair with rope. Slowly, a mist formed on the ground. A green mist. It rose, and rose, and kept rising until it was all I could see. It seemed to suffocate me, squeezing any and all air out of my lungs. My eyes water and my skin felt as if it were on fire. My head felt like it was expanding from the inside. A dark silhouette appeared, cloaked in darkness.
“Help,” I squeaked, barely gathering enough air to whisper.
THe person started to laugh. It was the kind of laugh you’d hear on a cartoon villain.
“Oh, Virgil,” they spoke, “You foolish dummy.”
The figures cloak blew behind them, their face still masked in shadow. But I knew who it was. I felt my lungs begging for air, but none came. The room went dark, and then, I was…..back in the bed? I looked over, and sure enough, Roman was there. He was sleeping peacefully, and I could see the ghost of a smile on his face. I saw that his bed was on wheels, so i pulled him next to me. I fell back asleep to the sound of his breathing.
When I woke up in the morning, it was actually not morning. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 12. I stretched my arms, remembering the events of the night.
Just A dream, I thought to myself. Ut when I looked down at my hands, my wrists were red and raw. Rope burn.
I went downstairs, checking each and every closed room and closet as I went. When I reached my door, I went inside, grabbed all the eyeshadow off my dresser, and ran out, fast as I could. I brought my makeup to the downstairs bathroom. I didn’t bother with mirrors, but I had nowhere else to apply it, so, bathroom it was. A picked up my phone played around as a half--heartedly smeared the powder under my eyes.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Logan stared at me in awe, but quickly wiped the expression off his face.
“So,” he said awkwardly, “I see you’ve gone for a bit of a change.”
“What?”
“Your makeup…” He replied.
I ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My eyeshadow was...red. I didn’t even know I owned red eyeshadow. I looked like…..him. As that thought crossed my mind, I wiped off the eyeshadow desperately. But it would not come off. No matter what I tried or how hard I scrubbed. Logan called my name, and I gave up, the skin under my eyes rubbed raw.
I walked into the kitchen to Logan.
“Have you seen Patton?” He asked.
“Not since last night,” I replied.
He looked at me worriedly, then ran upstairs. I followed in tow. When we arrived at Patton’s room, Logan opened the door. He froze in the doorway.
“He’s gone,” Logan said simply.
I laughed. I didn’t mean to, of course, but I did. But that isn’t what disturbed me. What did, was the laugh itself. Metallic. Cold. Evil. Deceit-like.
I threw my hand over my mouth, but the laughter wouldn’t stop. With each giggle, I became more frightened. Logan turned around, glaring. But his face softened when he saw the fear in my eyes. I wasn’t doing this voluntarily, and I had no idea why it was happening.
“It may be a side effect of the concussion,” he tried reasoning. Not that I bought it. And honestly, I don’t think he did either.
Before I even realized I was doing it, my hand swund up and hit Logan hard in the head, sending him to the floor. On his way down, he hit his head on the decorative table that held the candles, which knocked him out. It was like my mind screamed one thing, but my body tuned it out and did something else.
I picked up Logan’s legs and dragged him down the hallway to my bedroom, and opened the door. And there he stood.
The man invading my head. The man controlling me. The man behind Roman’s injuries. The man who made me do this to Logan. The man from the dream. The man who was standing in the doorway.
My mind flashed back to a video.
“You look like the Man,” I’d said, “I fight the Man. I want to fight you now.”
I didn’t exactly know what I had meant when I said that, but I do now. This, was The Man. I need to fight him. Fight him out of me, and away from my family.
Janus is a political teacher. Well, he's technically an english teacher, but makes his political opinions clear through his work, no matter how illegal this may be. But, nobody knows his first name- "Call me Mr. Ian, or just Ian, if you must"- or anything about his life outside of the school. Some children suspect he's not supposed to be here.
Logan Connary is also an English teacher, sometimes subbing for Maths or Science. He is also quite closed off, but allows some of the older students to call him Logan, instead of Mr. Connary.
One day, during their break, Janus and Logan were talking, Janus intently listening to everything he says, smiling at him, the students beginning to suspect.
"Are you dating Mr. Connary?" They would ask him, and, frustrated, he would brush them off. But, they kept coming. So, one day, a few weeks later, during a school meeting, he pulled Logan up to the front, and kissed him.
"We are married. I don't care if i loose my job for this, I am proud to be gay and I am proud of my husband." Janus smirked at the children's bewildered faces, Logan quite red. One of the teachers moved to fire them, but the students protested.
Janus and Logan slipped away, happy they've managed to trick the children into supporting gay people. "Thanks for going along with it." Truth be told, as fake as their marriage was, Janus was catching feelings.
And so was Logan.
They began to go on dates, away from their students, and eventually getting married, their past students, having graduated by now, coming to their true wedding.
