soulmate au but virgil and roman are soulmates and it must be a glitch or something because it's hate at first sight and they're actually into each other's siblings
virgil and janus are twins, october is their older brother (african american/asian, the twins have vitiligo, janus is blind in one eye, october has all the freckles)
roman, remus, and remy are triplets (french/latino)
the soulmates are
roman & virgil (hate each other)
remus & october (halloween best friends)
remy & janus (gossip gals)
and the ships are
roman/janus
virgil/remy
remus/october (they were meant for each other lol queerplatonic babes)
Ao3 Links:
WhumpTober series
Local Cryptids
Belief/Deception
Day 3: Delirium
His skin is coloured by bruises more often than not, be it from accidentally walking into door frames and corners, or from doing something stupid that results in injury. Like the time that he managed to climb up on the roof over their veranda and decided that the best way to get down was to backflip off it. His dad is most of his common sense, and the rest is his best friend Dee. His twin brother is more likely to egg him on, and Toby does about as much stupid shit as Remus himself does.
That’s why he doesn’t think much about the fact that his right elbow has been swollen for a few days, even if his arm sometimes feels numb and weaker than before the injury. It’s just another addition to his ever-growing list of injuries. He still thinks it gives him a right to explain, especially right now, when his head is resting on Toby’s lap. They had meant to do homework, but Remus hadn’t been able to concentrate on the numbers. It wasn’t even math, which was hell considering his dyscalculia, but history. Too many dates and years to memorise until it felt like the numbers were just floating in front of him.
It was Toby that had suggested that they take a pause, but that was… fifteen? twenty? minutes ago, and Remus didn’t feel much better. He kept jumping between topics more than usual, blurting out thoughts that he would usually write down instead. Instead of the restless energy that usually thrums through his veins, he thinks a nap would be nice. Toby’s hands playing with his hair didn’t help.
“I think I love you,” Remus sighs. It’s the first clear thought that he has had in a while.
“I think you’re delirious,” Toby answers.
They’re 14 years old and have been friends since they were eight. For all that Dee is his best friend, Remus thinks he likes Toby more. It’s different though. He feels like his heart is a melted puddle in his chest whenever Toby touches him, and he never wants moments like this one to end. Even if he’s delirious, it has nothing to do with his feelings for his friend.
He blinks. Toby has been snapping his fingers in front of Remus’ face, and he has no idea for how long.
“Rem, I really think you might be delirious. Have you showed your dad your elbow yet?”
Oh. Oh!
“Well fuck,” Remus answers eloquently. Dad might just scold him, but pa will definitely freak out. At least he might still have a chance with Toby?
“Wanna kiss it better?” he asks, giving Toby a toothy grin.
Toby rolls his eyes.
“In your dreams. Now get off, or I’ll scream and Mr Picani will come rushing in here.”
“You know you can call him Emile, right? He’s not our teacher any longer.”
“REMUS IS DELIRIOUS! HIS ELBOW IS HURT!” Toby screams. They hear something drop from another part of the house and then there are footsteps rushing towards Remus’ room.
“You’re dead to me, October.”
“Nah, you already said that you love me.”
The pain he feels as he laughs it off hurts more than his possibly fractured elbow. If Toby only knew.
