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edupunkn00b · 10 months

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Overruled, Chapter 2: Obfuscated

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Written for @loceitweek, Day 2: Masks - WC: 1498 - Rated: T - Alcohol, swearing, mentions of non-consensual drugging, vomiting/nausea ---

Everything hurt.

Janus blinked against the sunbeam targeting his face, lids sandpaper against his eyes. He turned his head and sharp, hot pain shot up his shoulder and neck before radiating out through his back and limbs. “Fuck.” He couldn’t get more than a croak past his dry throat. Even his tongue and teeth hurt, his mouth swollen, arid, and foul.

“Excellent…” The quiet voice rattled through his skull and he winced. “You are awake.”

“Either that or dead,” he muttered, eyes now squeezed shut.

Bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor past him and, after a clattering racket, the red glow bleeding through his eyelids faded. “Any better?” the voice said, even quieter this time.

Janus grunted and pried his head and shoulders up off the sinking soft surface he was lying on. He fell back almost immediately, a fresh ache exploding in his head as the room spun and his stomach flipped. “Sick—” he managed before he turned and heaved up the scant contents of his stomach. There was rushed movement near him and firm hands turned him to his side.

“Get it out,” the voice muttered near his ear. “That’s it, right in the bucket… you’ll feel better.”

When he finally stopped, something cool and wet was pressed to forehead and another dabbed at his mouth, his face, his neck. Janus cracked one eye open and spotted a colorful flash of floral brocade tucked under a dark blue apron.

“Necktie,” he groaned.

“So you do remember where you are,” Logan murmured. The cloth moved away, followed by the swish of water, then soon returned, cool and soothing.

He reached out blindly, brushing against the prim knot at the other man’s neck. “It's Seattle. You’re the only man our age who owns one of these,” he said, wincing at the deafening volume of his own voice. “Let alone actually wears the damn thing.”

Logan chuckled, low and quiet. The sound rumbled through his chest where Janus belatedly realized he’d been leaning. His brain told him to sit up all the way, but his body wouldn’t listen, and his head bobbed ineffectually against Logan’s shoulder. “Take it slow,” he said, shifting until Janus’ head was pillowed against muscle instead of the sharp corner where clavicle met shoulder bone.

The cloth moved to his neck, the light pressure easing the knotted muscle he’d woken up with, and he couldn’t help a low sigh. His hand flopped to his other side, rubbing the upholstery next to him.

Janus frowned. “This isn’t my couch.” He peered through narrowed eyes, ignoring the renewed pounding in his head. “Where am I?”

“My apartment,” Logan said after a moment. “You were… unwell last night at the party. You told me you lived a mile from campus and I asked you if I could bring you here.” His movements slowed and he set the cloth aside. Janus eyed it, already missing the soft touch. “You said it was—”

“Better than fucking in the elevator,” he finished, a flash of last night filling his mind.

“Well, yes.” Logan cleared his throat, a bubble of a mirth behind his words. “I was about to paraphrase that you thought it was wise.” He picked up the cloth again and resumed dabbing against his skin. “We can both be right.”

Janus barked out a half-laugh then winced. “Oh, don’t make me laugh!”

“I shall endeavor to be as boring as possible, then.”

True to his promise, Logan fell silent, moving only to refresh the cloth once it became warm.

Dread churned in his gut until he feared he’d be sick again. Finally, he asked, “What happened?”

“I will tell you everything I know, however I do not wish to impact your memory with my own perception,” Logan said slowly. “What do you remember?”

I remember watching the door, waiting for you to arrive.

“I was at Jack’s… I had a few drinks…” He chuckled, the movement rattling his brain against his skull. He breathed into the pain and nodded. Slowly. “I’d picked which guy I’d take home if you didn’t show.”

He smirked, one eyebrow a perfect arch over those damned glasses. “You were that certain I’d go home with you?” He wet the cloth and wrung it out again. “I could’ve been there to pick up your friend.”

“Ow,” he laughed and groaned at the same time. “What did I say about making me laugh, Necktie?”

Chuckling quietly, Logan reached for a small bottle of water and opened it in front of him. “Slow sips,” he said, pressing it into his hands. “It will help with the headache.”

He followed Logan’s instructions, annoyed he was right. “You gave me water,” he said suddenly, staring down at the bottle. Logan remained silent, but after a while Janus shook his head. “I… I don’t remember much else. Fuzzy thoughts…”

The hand holding the bottle shook and Logan took it from him. “You were unconscious when I arrived.” His lips tightened into a thin line and his brow furrowed, annoyance or perhaps concern darkening his steely blue eyes.

His pupils had shrunk.

Fear.

“I was able to wake you and you told me you’d had four…” Logan shook his head and inhaled slowly. “You were far more impaired than someone who’d had four bourbons over a few hours. I… offered to bring you home and as we were leaving… A man, one of the other guests, accosted us.”

Logan turned his head and looked closely at him, that same strange mix of emotions flitting over his face, like he couldn’t pick which one. “I believe he drugged you. He… he tried to stop us from leaving.” A smile sparkled across his face. “You fought back. Half conscious, and knocked over, you still managed to take him down and pin him to the floor.”

“Hmph,” he grunted, rotating his shoulder. “That explains this.”

“Are you in pain?” Logan turned again and scanned him with those laser eyes. “I mean…”

“Nothing a hot shower and some stretches won’t solve.”

“You are welcome to…” He gestured half-heartedly toward one of the doors in the hallway. “Of course, if you would not prefer your own shower.”

Janus nodded, letting where he would shower be a problem for the future. Even this short conversation drained him and it was a struggle not to let his full weight rest against Logan’s side. His apron smelled like coffee grounds and cinnamon. He wondered if his nursemaid would allow him a cup of coffee.

The thought alone was enough to turn his stomach and he closed his eyes. The unease didn't fade and the flashes from his dreams grew brighter. “Did I… did I say anything else last night?” he asked. His fingers scrunched against the plush sofa cushion, hand empty. He’d dreamt… Janus opened his eyes with a little sigh. He’d dreamt his hand had not been empty.

“There was some… flirting,” Logan said carefully. “No more than one might anticipate given the circumstances.”

“Nothing…” There'd been music, different music that from that fucking party. Soft. A peaceful rumble. Logan’s voice. “Nothing else?”

He shifted next to him and pressed the water bottle into his hands. Logan watched silently as he sipped. “You…” he murmured when Janus lowered the bottle. “You dreamt. And… spoke a little in your sleep.”

His name sat on Janus’ tongue, heavy and sweet. He hadn’t said it in so long. “Anything stand out?” he asked, desperate to hear anything but the answer he knew Logan would give.

“You called me Gabe.”

Janus couldn’t hide the hitch in his breathing but Logan didn’t ask him to explain, didn’t ask him if he was alright. If he’d said anything about Gabe… Logan would know he wasn’t.

Logan sat quietly with him until the room stopped spinning long enough for him to lean against the back rest. “I recognize food may be the last on your priorities at the moment…” He frowned, peering closely at his eyes as he avoided his gaze. Logan then picked up his hand and pressed the nail bed on each finger, watching intently. “But you are dehydrated and likely your electrolytes are unbalanced, as well.”

Janus’ hand was still resting in his and he stared down at it for a moment before slowly letting it rest on his lap.

“If you will allow me to prepare something for you…” He began to gather a bowl and tissues from the table.

“Before you—” Janus began, watching him work. “The—the cloth was…”

Logan looked down at the cotton cloth in his hand, then nodded. He dipped it in the water and wrung it out. He smiled, a soft, gentle smile, nothing like the little smirk from before or his failed attempt to hide a laugh. Just… soft. "Forehead?"

Janus nodded once. “Thank you,” he murmured and averted his eyes as Logan carefully laid the cloth against his skin.

“It’s my pleasure, Janus,” he whispered. Janus closed his eyes, afraid the rest of his mask might crumble under the weight of that smile if looked at it for much longer. “I will return with some ginger tea and crackers. Some broth.” Logan said after a long moment. “Rest.”

Nodding, Janus leaned back against the couch and tugged the cloth down over his eyes.

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creativia10 · 10 months

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The Merits of Scientist Lab coats

Logan was preparing how he would want a Crofter's commercial to go, for if he gets the chance to share. Janus comes in while Logan is practicing to flirt with him.

Warnings: suggestive themes

Relationships: Logan/Janus

Wordcount: 1405

Notes: Loceit Week 2023 Day 5 Philosophy/Science (I chose science) Sorry this is late. I don't know if I'll have any more for @loceitweek as I only decided this week to write this one. The topic this week has inspired me though. I may write other Loceit fics, like maybe for the multifandom pride prompts I've been attempting (which will also be late).

Logan looked around at his setup with a nod. It wasn’t much, but it was perfect for what he was going for. Logan had been preparing in his head what kind of commercial he would have proposed for Crofters. If it ever came up that was.

He cleared his throat and smoothed out his lab coat. Logan then waved a hand at the nearby whiteboards to write out what he said. It would look better to be handwritten in real time for the actual thing when he showed the others. This was just for practice though.

He held up the crofters’ jar, presenting it to where he knew the camera would be. Logan had been listing helpful facts about the jam for a minute and a half when he heard someone go,

“Hmm.”

Logan stopped and looked in that direction. He hadn’t thought anyone was in here. To his surprise, Janus was sitting nearby, smirking at him.

Janus clapped.

“What a well-done presentation, Logan. I apologize for interrupting you. It was not my intention.”

Logan frowned at the other, unsure about that. Logan cleared his throat and set the jar of jam off to the side.

“Janus. I did not expect you in here. Did you need something?”

Janus hmmed again and stood up. He stretched languidly, bringing attention to his different outfit of choice. Then he started to walk over to Logan.

“Noo, not necessarily. Perhaps I just wanted to hear you ramble on intelligently about something of interest to you,” Janus said with a smirk.

Logan’s eyes widened. Janus walked closer to Logan, who then coughed to the side. Logan hadn’t expected anyone to actually want to hear him spew facts like that. The others had always acted like it was a necessity that nobody actually liked.

“I-is that so?” Logan cleared his throat again. He was usually so much better at holding his composure than this. Janus had simply caught him off guard by saying so.

“And the outfit?” Logan asked, gesturing to Janus’ new getup.

Janus was wearing a lab coat, like Logan’s own. Except he had a yellow shirt peaking out where Logan’s typical polo was similarly visible. Janus was also wearing safety goggles as well.

Janus hummed again, stepping even closer.

“Maybe I just wanted to match the vibe of your setup, hm? I think the scientist look works, don’t you?” He asked with a playful smirk.

“Ah well, yes. Of course, it works,” Logan started,

“I had the lab coat set up for this scene to show safety was a priority. And how the production of Crofters would be hygienic. Of course, we wouldn’t be near anything that would be a contamination concern anyways, as it is more for the aesthetic of the commercial.”

Janus sighed at that.

“Logan, I’m not doubting the merits of wearing a lab coat here. I know you have good plans for these things,” Janus said.

“You do?” Logan asked.

“Mhmm,” When Janus was close enough, he reached over and started toying with the lapels of Logan’s lab coat.

“I just think the whole scientist look, with the lab coats, works for us. Aesthetically, as you would say. I certainly appreciate intellectual looks,” Janus said with that smooth voice of his.

“O-oh,” Logan said. Janus’ fingers were warm where Logan could feel him brushing against his coat. Amidst messing with the lapels.

Logan found he didn’t mind it, even if it was unexpected. Nobody got this close to him.

Janus leaned in.

“Did you want to keep going? I wouldn’t be opposed to assisting you.” Janus said.

Logan hesitated. He was sufficiently distracted now. Admitting such a thing felt embarrassing though.

“Uh, well,”

“Or did I throw you off your vibe?” Janus asked.

Logan really needed to add that word to his slang vocab. He was hearing it a lot more now.

“I wouldn’t say you threw me off. I am physically right where I was when I started. I also knew I would be presenting this in front of others at some point. Theoretically, I should be fine.”

“Theoretically?” Janus asked with a knowing smile.

“Uh, well,” Logan wasn’t sure what he should say here. Janus hmmed.

“It’s okay if I distracted you, Logan. I am well aware you didn’t expect me to be here,” Janus said.

“How did you know I would be here anyways?” Logan asked.

“I didn’t originally,” Janus continued. “But I was bored and I overheard you as I passed this room amidst my wandering. Figured I could learn something and maybe have some fun. Which I definitely have.”

Janus was smirking again, which e often did.

Logan blinked. “Oh? You were enjoying my presentation?”

“Of course,” Janus said, “Although, I have more fun interacting with you.” Janus paused in his teasing to lightly poke Logan in the chest.

“I-is that so?” Logan asked.

Janus winked at him in response.

“Why are you interacting with me in this way?” Logan asked.

“Because it’s fun, as I said,” Janus continued, “Is that alright?”

“I suppose,” Logan said.

Janus frowned slightly and stepped away.

“Logan, I know you’re not the best at admitting to your wants, but you need to be clear about how you feel about my teasing. It’s no fun if I am actively making you uncomfortable. I get a hard enough time from the others. About whether I actually respect personal boundaries.”

Logan blinked at that.

“Wouldn’t that be more of a concern from Remus than you?” Logan asked. Janus sighed and shrugged. Logan frowned but nodded.

“I see what you are saying. I would not want to make things worse for you.”

“Logan, it’s not about that,” Janus said. “You are not responsible for anything that affects me except your own actions. Which you are fine with at this point by the way. Nothing else should be a factor in stating your boundaries. Aside from what you are comfortable with.”

Logan nodded again. He knew Janus had a point.

“Right, of course.”

But then came the harder part of admitting he didn’t mind Janus’ actions, because what would that mean next?

“It’s okay if you don’t know, Logan,” Janus said with a more genuine smile this time.

“I should have asked earlier anyways. I just like to be playful, you know how I am.”

Logan supposed he did. Although Logan saw this side more when Janus was around Logan now.

Logan took a breath. He was curious though where they could go from here. Logan was definitely one to seek after knowledge. Even in the case that it could affect his personal relationships, though not in a bad way.

“I…did not mind, Janus,” Logan said, not meeting the other’s eyes. He figured he should have at least looked at Janus while admitting so. But it was harder than he expected for some reason. Plus, Logan could feel his cheeks warming.

After a moment, Janus stepped up to Logan again.

“You are sure?” Janus asked.

Logan nodded.

“Yes. I am just…not used to admitting such things.”

Janus hummed again before reaching forward again to trace his fingers against Logan.

“That’s okay, Logan. It can be a process. It does make me wonder if you would prefer moving slower than I had in mind then.”

Logan’s breath caught, and he got himself to look at Janus in the face then. Janus looked back at him.

“I would like to know what you mean, first. And, I’m sorry if my need for clear wording changes the uh ‘mood’ at all, as the twins have told me in the past.”

Janus gave him a soft look at that and shook his head.

“Logan, you are not ruining anything. I know who you are. How do you know I don’t get hot and bothered by more words anyways?”

Logan narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Hot and bothered? I certainly wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at all, that doesn’t sound pleasant. Should we get some air in here?”

Janus threw his head back in a laugh. Then he suddenly gripped his fingers around the coat lapels and pulled Logan against him. The breath from Janus’ lips brushed Logan’s own as he said,

“How about we head up to my room and I show you what I really mean by that?” Janus asked.

Logan’s breath stuttered.

“Okay,” Logan choked out.

#sanders sides #loceit #logan sanders #janus sanders #loceit week 2023 #sanders sides fic #ts logan #ts janus

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sanders-sides-events · 3 months

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Sanders Sides 2024 events masterpost!!

2023 masterpost

Here's the Sanders Sides events list for 2024!! If you're running an event and want it to be added to the list, please let me know, and tag this blog in any posts you want reblogged here!!

Events are under the cut:

Event weeks

Logince Week @loginceweek2024

21st - 27th January | Prompts

Dukeceit Week (hosted by @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper)

6th - 13th April | Prompts

Analogince week @analoginceweek

29th April - 5th May

Dukexiety Week @dukexietyweek

25th May - 2nd June | Prompts

Ace Sides Week @acesidesweek

3rd June - 9th June

Loceit Week @loceitweek

30th June - 6th July

Intruality Week @intrualityweek

14th - 20th July

Logicality Week @logicalityweek2024

29th September - 5th October

Intrulogical Week @intrulogicalweek

3rd - 9th November

Big Bangs & exchanges

Tss Storytime Big Bang @tss-storytime

1st February - 31st August | Schedule

Sanders Sides Big Bang @sandersidesbigbang

Other events and projects

Schedule to be confirmed

Sanders Sides New Years Bang @newyearsbang

@syzygy-podfic-project Auditions open 5th February - 16th February

@sasiaucompetition Submissions open 15th February - 22nd February

Schedules + event blogs

@tsseventhub

Logan's Master Schedule by @edupunkn00b

#sanders sides #sanders sides events

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typically-untypical · 9 months

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im craving spontanious roadtrips/cheap motels/running from the law stories so im passing the prompts/vibes onto you <3

(if you want them)

I know you normally like Loceit but I took a different direction for this pairing ^_^ I wrote a Virus fic!!

Spontaneous Planning

AU: Criminals

CW: Remus typical conversations and behavior

WC: 1349

Date: August 1st, 2023

Virgil pulled up to the cheap motel in his even cheaper car. This was the third they had cycled through this week. He was glad his fear of losing his keys had made him learn how to hot wire a car but there was a small part of him that felt guilty about taking something that didn't belong to him. Then again, the car had been abandoned on the side of the road. That was a pretty good sign that no one was coming back for it. However, it was less of a good sign that the car was "clean". It had been the easiest thing they could get to while under chase so they'd probably have to dump this one after a few days as well. Trying to think five steps ahead, trying to figure out how they were going to get out of this situation, it had Virgil exhausted. He was running on fumes, but as soon as they got across country they would be fine, right? They could stop running once they made it to Virgil's contacts, they could hide and maybe even start over.

"Race you to the front desk!" Remus shouted as he bolted out of the car, not bothering to grab any of his stuff. Remus, his lover, his partner in crime, was chaos incarnate. This was why they balanced each other out, Virgil was the planner, he had all of the ideas, knew all the best routes to travel, but Remus was spontaneous. It was impossible to plan for the things Remus did and it helped Virgil get out of his own head sometimes. He didn't think, he just lived in the moment, excitedly doing whatever caught his fancy. Virgil loved that about him. Even if it was maddening at the same time. Right now, for instance, Virgil was exhausted. He wanted to curl into bed and get some rest before their early morning, but he was the one lugging the bags in while Remus ran about like a chicken with his head cut off.

Pulling both of their bags out of the car, Virgil made his way toward the front; Remus was already being handed a key to a room and ushering Virgil forward. How did he have so much energy this late at night? He didn't nap in the car, Virgil would have noticed. Maybe it was because Virgil had insisted on driving the entire day. Remus wasn't a bad driver, but he was reckless, and with them already being hunted, Virgil didn't want to add any other reason for the cops to chase after them.

"I got us the nicest room possible." Virgil knew it was a lie, mostly because they were trying to save money and splurging on the nicest room, even in a place like this where they obviously didn't ask questions, was more than they should be spending right now.

Remus led him to a room down the outdoor corridor, practically skipping down the way. He unlocked the door, throwing it open without a care to their neighbors. Virgil flinched. He wanted to be indiscrete, hardly a memory in anyone's head so they'd be harder to track. Remus was anything but indiscrete.

"See, whad I tell ya? Their finest room." He flopped onto the bed and it crunched in a way sheets weren't supposed to crunch. They were stiff, when was the last time these sheets had been properly cleaned? Virgil was beginning to regret having suggested this place, but they needed to save their money. Still, he couldn't help himself as the frustration oozed off of him. "I am not sleeping on that," He muttered, throwing open the closet door, to put down their bags. At least that looked clean enough. There were no roaches that made him shiver or suspicious stains that would have him up all night.

"You don't have ta," Remus said wiggling around on the bed, messing up the sheets and somehow making the space look more appealing. "You could always sleep on the floor, but then I'd have to join ya." He gave Virgil a flirtatious wink, causing a bit of red to run up Virgil's skin as he quickly turned back to the closet. Remus' insinuation almost made him forget about the place they were in, but as he looked down, surveying the carpet, it was easy to remember.

"I am not sleeping on this floor either." He wondered what color the carpet had been before it turned into this dingey faded gray.

"Well I don't know what other options you have Virgie. Sleeping in the car probably isn't the best idea since we are on the run and all, and I doubt that arm chair over there is any cleaner. So what do you suggest, Mr. Grumpy gills?" There was a playful suggestiveness in his voice. "Do you wanna sleep on me?"

Virgil slammed the closet door shut, balling his hand tightly. "Remus, could you stop, for just a few minutes?"

Now that caught Remus' attention and he sat up on the bed, pushing himself toward the edge. "Virgil-"

"No, stop, before you ask I'm not regretting what I did, I'm not upset that we're on the run together I just..." He sighed, walking over to Remus and looking down at his boyfriend before collapsing into the other man's arms. "This is a lot for me, okay? This place isn't very clean and it has my anxiety spinning. It's a big change and you know I don't do well with change. There's a lot of uncertainty and I don't do well with that either. I just need to know everything's going to be okay."

Silence fell between the two of them as Remus began to gently rub Virgil's back. "I can't promise you that, I don't know what's going to happen next but I can promise to be by your side. I got you into this mess and I plan on sticking with you until we are out of it."

Virgil let out a shaky laugh as Remus wrapped his arms around the other man, pulling him closer. "You better, thanks to you I've got no where else to go."

Remus laughed. They both knew it wasn't completely true. They were running to Virgil's brother. Virgil had people he could rely on. Remus also had a brother but they hadn't spoken in almost a decade. "You can always come back to my arm... or cum on my arms. I'd like that too."

Virgil snorted and at that moment there was a knock at the door. It wasn't fair that their little heart to hear was being interrupted but before Virgil could panic, Remus shushed him.

"I was expect this knock, don't worry." He got up, scooping Virgil up as he did. Next thing Virgil knew he was being plopped onto the messy bed and Remus was walking away, giving him a little smirk. "I've got a surprise, just wait there."

Remus opened the door and another man's voice filled the room. Virgil was already going for the pocket knife in his boot, just in case.

"We have brought this up per your request."

"Thanks!" Remus chimed, shuffling around before he shut the door. It wasn't long before he came back into view carrying a military cot.

"I knew you weren't gonna wanna sleep in the bed, but I wanna keep you by my side so I had them bring up a cot, and I stored one of our emergency blankets in my pocket like a condom when you weren't looking." Remus cackled. He was spontaneous, but he had started thinking things through for Virgil. It made him melt.

"Thanks Re."

"Anytime, lovebug." Remus said, popping open the cot and setting it next to the bed so they would still be close.

Virgil shivered, "Don't mention bugs or I might not sleep at all."

Remus cackled again, "I could give you another reason not to sleep." Virgil hit his arm gently but relaxed as Remus gave him another hug. They would get through this because they were together.

Tag List: @simplestoryteller @fantasticfangirl21 @joylessnightsky @glacierruler

#sanders side fic #fanfic #untypical creations #virgil sanders #remus sanders #dukexiety #I still think the fact that the “official” ship name for these two isn't Virus is a crime against fanfic #Hotel room #There's only one bed. They are dating. They still don't sleep together XD

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Sanders Sides events in 2023! Last updated: September 17th, 2023

2022 event list

This list complies every event in 2023 (on Tumblr), such as: character days, ship weeks, gift exchanges, "big bangs", and ETC. If you have an event this year, let me know so I can add it to the list!

I will not be adding the sides' birthdays to this list (unless begged /j), because they are in my last list and... they don't change.

(These are added as the people hosting the event state that they are doing it this year)

MISC

@tss-storytime - Sanders Sides Big Bang - Schedule

@tsspromptmonth - Spring Cleaning Event: February 10 - end of April Sign ups & Schedule

@transsidesweek - Transgender Sides Week: september 11th - 17th

@acesidesweek - Asexual Sides Week: june 5th - 11th (prompts)

@aro-sides-week - Aromantic Sides Week: august 20th - 26th (prompts)

@briandthemoon - Thomas Sanders Birthday Bash: DEADLINE MARCH 24TH (information)

@tss-october-ghostwriters - Halloween Exchange (FAQ) (SIGN UPS - july 36th - september 30th)

@autisticsidesweek - Autistic Sides Week: December 4th - 10th

SHIP EVENTS

@loginceweek2023 - Logince Week: January 23rd - 29th (prompts)

@roceit2023 - Roceit Week: April 6-13 (prompts)*

@dukexietyweek - Dukexiety Week: June 18th - 25th (prompts)

@loceitweek - Loceit Week: June 27th - July 3rd (prompts)

@anaroceitweek - Anaroceit Week: July 10th - July 16th (prompts)

@royalityweek - Royality Week: July 31st - August 6th

@prinxietyweek - Prinxiety Week: October 2nd - October 8th (prompts)

@intrualityweek - Intruality Week: October 22nd - 28th

@intrulogicalweek - Intrulogical Week: October 29th - November 4th (prompts)

@tss-anxceit-week - Anxceit Week: November 12 - 19

@moxiety-week - Moxiety Week: December 18th - 24th

*2023 roceit week is hosted by someone different than last years! Check out last years roceit week at @roceitweek

ROLESLAYING WITH ROMAN

@roleslayingweek2023 - Roleslaying Week: July 24th - 30th

Events NOT Happening

Moceit Week (@moceit-appreciation-week) is Not coming back this year, there hasn't been an Intruality week since 2021 (@intrualityweek2021), and there has never been a Logicality week ever! Analogical Week (@analogicalweek) is most likely not coming back this year (or ever), as the creator left the fandom.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #logicality #moceit #demus #dukeceit #analogical #whats another popular ship #orange side

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loceitweek · 10 months

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Happy Loceit Week 2023!

Happy Loceit Week 2023- the 3rd rendition!!! We are so excited to see what everyone makes. Thank you all so much for participating!! Submissions start today, June 25th, through July 5th (next Wednesday). 💙💛

Be sure to tag us in everything you make!

Prompts:

Day 1: Flowershop/Tattoo AU

Day 2: Chalk/Masks

Day 3: Law school/Astronomy

Day 4: Conflict/Resolution

Day 5: Philosophy/Science

Day 6: Blast From the Past (Feel free to interpret as wanted! Either as a day to use prior years' prompts or a callback (ha) to a work you've already done!)

Day 7: Clocks/Watch Tower

Mods:

Mod A: @whatishappeningrightnow

Mod B: @miraculous-mused

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ao3feed-loceit · 10 months

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#loceit #Logan Sanders #Janus Sanders #Sanders Sides #IFTTT #Ao3feed

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Enchanting Scales

Here's the second story for @loceitweek, this time with a more mysterious setting. Hope you enjoy 🥰

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Logan disliked masquerade balls but when he's approached by an enchanting stranger, he might just change his mind.

No content warnings

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Logan watched the crowd over the rim of his champagne glass. He hated balls in general and adding masks to the mix just made things worse in his opinion, because it led to people doing one of three things:

One: Do an intentionally bad job of hiding who they are so they can brag about being easy to recognize.

Two: Use the anonymity to be the biggest assholes without consequences.

Three: Actually just being decent.

The third category was the one Logan was a part of and sadly in the minority. Even from his spot leaning against the wall in a rather quiet corner, he could clearly hear the gossip being shared, hardly quieter than normal speaking volume because who would ever be able to track the source back to them? From elsewhere he could hear someone declaring that their hairstyle is just too recognizable to be mistaken. As if he couldn’t have styled it differently for the evening if he really didn’t want to be identified.

Logan sighed.

He truly hated being here, but he had to endure for at least another hour. He had promised his parents.

He took another sip of his champagne, eyes wandering over the crowd in the hopes of catching a glimpse of anything or anyone that would relieve him of his boredom.

“You look like you want to murder everyone in this room, darling,” a voice commented directly next to him making Logan flinch. He hadn’t seen – or heard – anyone approach, but there was a man standing by his side, smirking at him.

The man wore a yellow and black suit, immaculately ironed, with gloves covering his hands. His blond hair was tied in a long braid that laid across his shoulder and the right side of his face was covered by a rather simple black mask while the other side was covered in… were those scales?

“I know I look dashing, dear, but don’t you think you’re staring too much?” the stranger asked, still smirking. Logan startled out of his thoughts and looked away, blushing.

“I apologize, you caught me off guard.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Logan might have not been the best at reading social cues but even he could pick up on the other’s sarcasm. His blush deepened.

“I didn’t hear you approach. And your choice of attire is unusual, so I couldn’t help but… stare,” he justified awkwardly, causing the stranger to laugh.

“Don’t worry, darling, you haven’t been the first one this evening that lost their words from looking at me.” The easy confidence the stranger spoke with somehow worsened Logan’s flush, and he refused to look back at the other’s face.

“Well, I’m sure none of them expected to see someone with such, um, unique choice of make-up,” he commented after clearing his throat.

“Whatever do you mean?” the stranger asked in a very faux tone that showed his amusement.

“Your- the scales.”

“Oh, those aren’t make-up, darling. They’re real.”

“Huh?”

“They’re real,” the stranger repeated after Logan’s head snapped back to his face in surprise. “Would you like to touch them to confirm?”

“I couldn’t possibly… You shouldn’t allow-“

“Oh, I never said I would allow it.”

“But you asked-“

“I asked if you wanted to, not that you could.”

Logan was once again speechless, and the stranger seemed to take great pleasure in that fact. He was smirking at him and despite knowing that it would usually infuriate him to be treated like this, Logan couldn’t help but be enchanted by this man.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Excuse me?” Logan was entirely unable to follow the sudden switch of conversation topic. The stranger didn’t seem to mind, he simply held out his hand for Logan to take.

“A dance. If you would indulge me.”

Logan usually wasn’t much for dancing, and a glance at the other people on the floor enforced this. But he did want to spend more time with this stranger, for reasons he couldn’t – and didn’t really want to – understand. The other man cocked his head at his hesitation before taking a look at the dance floor himself.

“If you would rather we go outside, I wouldn’t mind,” he offered with a smile that still contained his cocky attitude but also held a softness that Logan couldn’t resist. With a nod, he took the strangers hand and let himself be led outside.

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The cool breeze outside made Logan breathe a bit easier. The murmur of the crowd inside was cut off as the door behind them closed but the stranger didn’t stop pulling him away until they were in the middle of a flower garden a good distance away from any curious eyes.

“Is this better, darling?” the man asked, pulling Logan closer and moving him into waltzing position effortlessly. It took Logan a moment to regain his voice as he stared into the stranger’s eyes.

“But there’s no music,” he whispered finally. The man chuckled.

“That is quite alright, I am confident in my ability to keep the rhythm. Just let me lead.”

Unwilling to protest, Logan simply nodded and the stranger smiled before starting to waltz. And as he had promised, their rhythm didn’t falter and Logan found it much easier than ever before to follow his footsteps.

“You are quite talented, my dear,” the man commented after a few minutes of silent dancing, once again startling Logan out of his revelry.

“You are doing most of the work,” he reflected, blushing once more.

“And you are keeping up.”

Logan didn’t know how to answer that, so instead he asked, “Why me?”

“What do you mean, darling?”

“Why did you pick me, out of all the people in that room? I’m sure you could have had any partner you wanted.”

“I could have. And I did.”

“But why me?”

“Why not?”

Again, Logan didn’t really know how to answer. Because he was unremarkable? Because he was actively avoiding socializing? Because he usually was a killjoy?

But before he could spiral into self-doubt, the stranger spoke up again.

“You were interesting. You watched the room with eyes – very beautiful ones at that – that looked so bored and I couldn’t help but want to see a spark of something more in them.” Logan hadn’t noticed that they had stopped dancing until the stranger cupped his cheek and leaned in close, causing his breath to catch in his chest.

“I can see there is so much more to you than you show, so much intelligence behind that mask, that is wasted with people like them.”

Logan’s blush had returned tenfold, and the stranger seemed to notice because the smirk returned to his lips.

“I look forward to seeing your destiny unfold, my dear,” the stranger hummed, now so close that Logan could feel his breath ghosting over his lips. He didn’t dare move.

“Let us meet again under the full moon, my love, and then I will show you a world that will truly appreciate your talents.”

Those last words were whispered in Logan’s ear and then he blinked and the stranger was gone. He stood alone amongst the flowers, unsure of what just happened but he knew he wouldn’t be as bored anymore soon.

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 2: chalk/masks #loceit #ts logan #logan sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #human!au #so much flirting #janus might actually not be human #supernatural elements #fluff #open ending (kinda)#sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Birthday Roses

@loceitweek is back and so am I! This first one is a bit rushed since I was busy this week and was too exhausted to work on this earlier but it still turned out pretty cute I think 🤭 Starting this off with Intruloceit because of Remus' birthday, though it is focused on Loceit, don't worry 💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus goes to Logan's shop to pick him up for their dinner for their husband's birthday.

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“I apologize but we are closed for the day,” Logan called as the bell attached to the shop entrance door rang.

“Punctual as always, dear,” a smooth voice responded and Logan rounded the corner to find one of his husbands standing there, smiling.

“Ah, Janus. Have you finished for the day as well then?”

“Indeed. But Remus is still finishing up his last customer.”

“I see. If you would flip the sign on the door for me, I can finish up his bouquet and we can pick him up together.” Without waiting for an answer, Logan disappeared back into the back of his shop. Janus huffed but followed his husband’s instructions before going towards the back himself. Finding Logan in the process of pushing some sticks between a bunch of roses was not what he expected, especially the color of the flowers.

“Did you dye those roses using ink?” he chuckled. Logan, who apparently hadn’t heard him enter, quickly turned around, his cheeks tinted red.

“Well… Yes. Yellow roses I had already and while blue roses do exist, they are genetically modified and not easy to acquire and there are no green ones, but Remus expressed that he liked our colors together and he expressed interest in receiving a bunch of roses after we watched those romantic comedies together and I figured he would like the science behind it, so…” Janus stopped Logan’s embarrassed rambling by putting a finger to his lips.

“Darling, I wasn’t making fun of you. I think it’s a very sweet idea and Remus will appreciate them. Especially if you left the thorns.”

“I did. He told me before that he thinks it’s a waste to cut them off,” Logan mumbled, face turned away from his husband to hide his blush. This side of Logan was one Janus rarely got to see, flustered and shy. He enjoyed the sight immensely, but they should get back to Remus’ store next door before he finished the last tattoo of the day.

“If you are done arranging them, we should leave before Remus goes home without us.” Logan snorted, shaking his head.

“You know as well as I do that he would never. He would sooner break in here to find us than go home alone.”

“I do not know what you are talking about, he would use the first opportunity he got to get away from us,” Janus smirked. Logan rolled his eyes fondly and got back to putting the last touches on his arrangement. Janus kissed his head before moving to start cleaning up the place a bit so they could leave sooner. He helped out with both of his husbands’ stores regularly, while also taking art commissions for his own income, so he knew his way around.

Two minutes later, all tools were in their places, the plants who needed it were watered and the bouquet was finished, which meant that Logan could lock up in peace and they could go to collect their other husband for his birthday dinner.

“Thank you for helping, Janus. I would have run much later on my own,” Logan commented while locking the last door.

“I would have never anticipated that exact scenario and planned accordingly,” Janus quipped, earning a huff from Logan.

“You can be insufferable.”

“Oh, I am aware.”

Laughing, they went to pick up Remus, who loved the flowers so much he wouldn’t stop hugging them until they were almost late for their reservation. A successful birthday celebration indeed.

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 1: flowershop/tattoo AU #intruloceit #loceit #ts logan #logan sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #fluff #it's remus' birthday how could I not make this intruloceit?#I'm sorry I don't make the rules #(I do but still)#sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Mediator

Day 4 of @loceitweek and we're back to the romantic! This time it's Logan comforting Janus, hope you enjoy 💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus had an argument with Virgil and goes to Logan to cool off.

No content warnings!

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The door to Logan’s room burst open without warning.

“Ridiculous! Completely ridiculous!” Janus grumbled, walking in and closing the door behind him none too gently. Logan raised his eyebrows and closed the book he had been engrossed in until a few seconds ago – after marking his spot of course.

“What happened, love?” he asked, concerned. Janus simply huffed, shaking his head.

“Virgil just- ugh.” He walked over to his boyfriend, throwing himself next to him and placing his head in Logan’s lap after discarding his hat. Familiar with Janus’ non-verbal way of asking for comfort, Logan began gently running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair and carefully untangling the knots he found. Janus sighed in content, shoulders already losing some tension.

“Thank you, darling.”

“It is my pleasure. Would you like to stay like this in silence for a while or do you want to talk about your issue?”

“Your pragmatism is appreciated. I think I need to vent for a moment. Let me finish before you offer any solutions?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” Janus took a deep breath and a moment to sort his thoughts. “I was assisting Thomas today, to keep his stress levels from rising, since, as we both know, he has been struggling with that recently. But Virgil wouldn’t let me work in peace. He hovered at my shoulder constantly, questioned everything I did or suggested and kept Thomas on edge all day. And when I asked him to back off a bit, he blew up on me, accusing me of trying to manipulate Thomas and having ulterior motives, which is why I was trying to get rid of him. Definitely what I was doing.” Janus rolled his eyes and Logan couldn’t help a fond smile appearing on his lips. He couldn’t help but find his boyfriend’s need for dramatics endearing.

“I know Virgil doesn’t trust me, and I get why, it’s a fair stance, I did some shitty stuff to him in the past, but I always had Thomas’ best interest in mind, even back then! How am I supposed to regain his trust if he is actively sabotaging everything I try to do to help!?”

“Are you now ready to hear my thoughts, or have you not finished?” Logan asked, patiently, after his boyfriend was quiet for a few seconds. Janus smiled at him, very grateful for his support.

“I mean, I could go on for at least an hour, but I think I got the point across, so it might be best you tell me what to do before I talk myself into a rage again,” he sighed. Logan nodded in understanding, after all, this has happened a few times already.

“I have a few questions for you first, if that is alright with you?”

“Sure.”

“Question One: How long has Virgil been with you today?”

“Most of the day. At least six to eight hours, I presume.”

“Alright. Question Two: How have you dealt with his criticism before asking him to leave?”

“I didn’t ask him to leave, just not to be… as involved.”

“Either way, what was your response before that point?”

“I either didn’t engage or explained to him my reasoning. Which he then mostly insulted in return.” Janus had closed his eyes at that point, solely focusing on the hands in his hair and the comfort they brought.

“I understand. So, you were patient with Virgil for hours and even offered him an opportunity to discuss your actions civilly?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, I’d first like to say that I’m proud of you for being so patient. I know the two of you have a hard time getting along on your best days. Related to that, I believe that Virgil is most likely more irritated than usual due to Thomas’ recent increase in obligations, which might have influenced his behavior today. Which is not to say he was justified in his reaction. If you would like, I could talk to him about activities to destress himself as well as Thomas.”

“I appreciate you wanting to help, dear, but I don’t think that would be very effective. He has accepted that we are dating but I think he believes I’m manipulating you as well if you take my side constantly to resolve arguments.”

“A fair point. Then may I suggest asking Patton for help, even if they are not on the best terms, I think having him as a mediator is a possible solution.”

Janus hummed, pushing his head more firmly into Logan’s hand. Sometimes Logan couldn’t help but think that a cat would fit his boyfriend better than a snake.

“I’ll think about it. Thank you, darling, I feel much better.”

“I am happy that I could assist you. Now, would you like to continue watching of The Good Place?”

“I would love to, as long as you keep your hand where it is.”

“Of course.”

“Wonderful.”

They fell asleep together not even an hour later with Logan’s hand still buried in Janus’ hair.

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 4: conflict/resolution #loceit #ts logan #logan sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #virgil is mentioned #and it might seem like he's an asshole but he isn't promise #just on edge #hurt/comfort #fluff #they are so sweet with each other #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated #💛💙

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Blow-Up

Back again with Day 5 of @loceitweek. I am super tired, hopefully this is still good 😅 Enjoy!💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus gets startled by a small explosion in the basement. Logan handles the aftermath all wrong.

Content Warnings: Blood mention, minor non-descript injuries

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A loud boom startled Janus out of his chair. Without thinking, he quickly stumbled down the stairs to the basement, where his partner’s lab was located. When he entered, the sprinkler system had already put out what had been on fire and the smoke was also almost completely gone due to the ventilation system. Janus was never so thankful for Logan’s insistence on extra safety precautions even if they had been anything but cheap.

But speaking of Logan, Janus had to look around for a moment to find his partner, slumped on the group and breathing heavily. Janus hurried to his side, even if that meant getting wet.

“Logan! Can you hear me?” he called, kneeling down next to him but not yet wanting to touch.

“Ugh,” Logan groaned, slowly sitting up. Janus hovered next to him. Then he saw red dripping down Logan’s face.

“You’re bleeding!”

“I’m fine,” Logan mumbled, trying to get to his feet.

“Oh yeah, you are definitely fine after blowing yourself up!” Janus grit his teeth, getting up and stabilizing his partner. Logan didn’t seem to appreciate that, trying to push him away to stand on his own but almost fell over in the process. Janus tightened his grip.

“We’re getting you upstairs so I can look at your wounds.”

“No, I’m… fine. I need to… clean up and… try again,” Logan insisted, as he managed to successfully pull himself away from Janus though he needed to lean heavily on a table to stay upright.

“You are not seriously thinking of going back to work! You’re injured.”

“Hardly. I’m fine.” Janus watch with his mouth agape as Logan tried to shuffle along the tables to the other side of the room where his experiment had seemingly created a small explosion that had knocked him back.

“I will not stand for this,” Janus mumbled before walking over to Logan in two large steps and lifting him up in his arms princess style without further hesitation and turning towards the stairs.

“Wha- Janus!” Logan protested but his attempts at struggling were weak and clearly uncoordinated.

“You are getting treatment. Right now.”

“It’s entirely unnecessary-“

“Stop.” Janus had said it with a tone that got Logan to shut up immediately. “You’re hurt. When I agreed to you installing that lab in our house, it was under the condition that you would take care of yourself and not over do it. Getting injuries treated is part of that. Clean up can wait until you are able to stand on your own for more than five seconds.”

Logan was quiet after that and Janus could carry him to their bathroom and set him down on their toilet without any more struggle. As he retrieved that first aid kit, Logan spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he said, softly. Janus sighed.

“I accept your apology. Just don’t stop me from treating you again, you scared me half to death.”

“I’m sorry for that, too.”

“Stop making me sound like a mother reprimanding her preschooler.”

Logan cracked a smile.

“Will do.”

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 5: philosophy/science #loceit #can be read as platonic or romantic #ts janus #janus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #blood mention #logan does dangerous science #and then doesn't want to treat his injuries #janus doesn't let him #I'm very tired so sorry if this isn't my best work #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Reality Shift

We reach the end of another @loceitweek. It was very fun participating again, thank you mods for organizing 🥰 I hope you enjoy this last story of mine! 💛💙

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is a Clockmaker with his own shop. When a particular customer comes in, things change in a ways Janus doesn't know - yet.

Content Warnings: Philosophical discussions, Death mention, Afterlife mention, Mention of burning and fire

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Janus was in the middle of installing a gear into his newest work when the bell above the shop entrance rang.

“One moment, please!” he called out, steadying his hand once more before moving the piece into place. It fit perfectly. With a sigh of relief, he pushed the magnifying lens away from his eye and wiped away the sweat on his brow. He allowed himself a short moment of rest before placing his tools aside and walking towards the front.

“Sorry about that, I was in the middle of an assembly,” he explained to the customer who was closely examining his wares. “How can I help you?”

The customer turn to face him and Janus was immediately struck by his deep blue eyes that almost seemed to draw him in. The other man must have noticed him staring because he quickly broke eye-contact and cleared his throat.

Janus shook his head. What just happened? Sure, he had had gay moments before but never like this. This felt different. It had felt… unnatural.

“I simply came in to browse. It is rare to see a proper clockmaker shop these days,” the man explained in a smooth tone that was very pleasing to Janus’ ears. In an attractive way this time, not that weird floating feeling he had got from looking into the man’s eyes.

“Yes, indeed. I doubt I would be able to do this if not for my uncle owning the building. I would never be able to afford the rent, but he’s always been very supportive of me.”

“I see. An understanding and supportive family is a great blessing indeed,” the man nodded. “If you don’t mind my asking, why are you making clocks and watches? With the advance of modern technology, most simply rely on their devices to tell the time. Some of the younger generations don’t even know how to read the time without a digital display anymore.”

Janus eyed the man. That was quite the personal question and he was normally not keen on sharing such details with strangers, but he was also a good judge of character – at least he thought so – and something told him that he could trust this man. Well, what was the harm in telling him?

“I always found clocks fascinating, the hands ever moving, the gears ever turning, everything needs to move precisely how it should for it to work. My grandfather had a small collection of watches, some quite valuable antiques actually. They were so pretty; I could hardly take my eyes off of them. And to just imagine of much effort and precision went into making them, it was like a miracle to me. I wanted to try it for myself, and now, here I am,” Janus smiled, leaning against the counter of his shop and watched his own creations tick away.

“Time is such a fascinating part of our lives, don’t you think?” he continued, absentmindedly stroking his finger across the face of his own watch. “An unstoppable force that dictates everything we do. The fact that we have limited time to live, to do the things we want to do, is what drives us forward the most and I don’t think people appreciate it enough. They’re afraid of death to the point that they curse the passage of time that brings them closer to the brink and I can’t think of anything more beautiful than to watch it pass and change our surroundings. Imagine how dull it would be if everything stayed the same if time didn’t pass. I don’t think enough people appreciate that about time passing. And I think having a watch, a separate tool dedicated to time, is a reminder to be grateful for the life we get to live, no matter how short or long.” He looked up and was met by those deep blue, captivating eyes again. Quickly, he looked away.

The movement seemed to startle the man out of his own thoughts and he cleared his throat again.

“That is some profound reasoning. I’m impressed.” Janus shrugged.

“It’s simply my opinion. Not many I’ve spoken to about it agree with me.”

“No, I imagine they wouldn’t. Thank you for your explanation. I will come by again.” With that the man hurried out the door and Janus wondered if he had just imagined the pink tint to the stranger’s cheeks.

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Janus didn’t know what happened. One moment he was struggling to breathe, the smoke suffocating him, unable to move to escape the heat of the flames, and then, suddenly, everything had vanished. Or maybe he had vanished. The floor – or whatever was under him now – felt cool to the touch but not uncomfortably so. The air was clean and carried a hint of something he couldn’t identify.

He could breathe again. He wasn’t burning anymore. What the hell was going on?

“I’m sorry for my abrupt actions,” a voice he found familiar but couldn’t quite place, suddenly spoke above him, “but I couldn’t remain idle. Can you stand?” Slowly, because he still didn’t know what was happening and felt very disoriented, Janus pushed himself up.

“Where am I?” he asked before looking at where the voice had come from. He was met by a face he recognized though he didn’t know from where until he focused on the eyes. Deep, blue, and captivating. “You’re that customer from a few years back.”

“Indeed.” The man offered him a hand to help him completely to his feet which Janus accepted. He was wary of the stranger, but something about him felt so unthreatening he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Janus reminded once he was standing. Looking around he found himself in an observatory of some kind, with a glass dome surrounding them and a sea of stars as long as the eye could see. Wherever he was, it was not Earth.

“It is not an easy question to answer.”

“I imagine it wouldn’t be. Am I dead?”

“Yes, in a sense.”

“Elaborate.” The man sighed before motioning Janus to follow him towards the giant telescope in the middle of the dome.

“Your human perception of death… I do not understand it fully, I must admit, but if I were to use terms that relate to what most of your kind believes, then I would be what you would call a deity. My domain is the passage of time and the movement of space. And in the moment of your death, I pulled away your essence from the world you know to here.”

“My essence? As in my soul?” Janus asked as they climbed the steps up to the lens of the telescope.

“It is not entirely similar to what you would call ‘a soul’ but close enough to make the comparison, I suppose.”

“Then what happens to me now?”

“That is up to you,” the man – no, god, apparently – shrugs as he motions for Janus to take a seat in one of the chairs placed beside the telescope while the god – feels weird to call him that, Janus thinks – places himself in front of the lens. “It was my thoughtless action that brought you here, but I will not force you to stay.”

“So I wasn’t supposed to be here?”

“No, you weren’t. This is a space of my creation, for me alone.”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“I… am not quite sure of that myself. Unlike what you humans believe, even as a deity, I am not all-knowing. Especially you humans confound me often. Which is why I travel to your world every once in a while. I have watched you for millennia. Watched you curse my domain for ending your lives and keeping you from reaching what goals you strive towards, but you, you were so different that day in your store. You understood the value of my work and I found myself wanting to converse with you longer, but I am not supposed to interfere with your world. There are others – other deities if you so will – who care for your kind and do not wish for ours to change yours.

“So I kept an eye on you from afar and when you were on the brink of death, of disappearing from my sight, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and bringing you here.”

“Won’t the other deities reprimand you for that? If you aren’t supposed to interfere?” Janus questioned.

“I did not interfere with what was supposed to happen. You still died. Your body will still be found and mourned. Time will continue the same as if I had not acted.”

“What about where I was supposed to go from there? Shouldn’t my ‘essence’ as you call it not be somewhere else?”

“No. It would have simply disappeared.”

“So there is no life after death?”

“There is not.”

“I see.”

“You are quite accepting of this shift in your perceived reality.”

“I suppose I am,” Janus smiled, coyly, as the deity faced him again after having looked through the lens for the last part of their conversation. “I never saw much sense in committing to a believe I couldn’t prove, so religion didn’t interest me. If you are a deity and you say this is how reality works, then I can accept that.”

“You truly are strange.”

“So I’ve been told.”

The deity laughed.

“I truly hope you will stay a while. I haven’t had good company in so long.”

“I have no where else to be, apparently. So why not.”

“I am grateful.”

“I’m Janus.”

The deity smiled and reached out a hand.

“Logos. But I would like you to refer to me as Logan.”

“Sure. Thank you for bringing me here, Logan. I look forward to learning about this reality from your perspective.”

#namiswriting #loceit week 2023 #day 7: clocks/watch tower #loceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #human!au #clockmaker!janus #philosophical discussions #death mention #afterlife mention #spoilers in the tags incoming:#deity!logan #logan has a crush but doesn't know it #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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naminethewriter · 10 months

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Reminiscence

Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.

Content Warnings: mentions of snakes

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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.

A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.

“How is the packing coming along?”

“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”

“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”

“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”

“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.

“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.

“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.

“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”

“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”

“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.

“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”

“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”

“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”

“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.

“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.

“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”

“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”

Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.

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Overruled, Chapter 7: Seven O'Clock

Prev - Seven O'Clock - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Day 7 of @loceitweek, Watch/Clock Tower. I took some liberties with this title given the left turn the characters brought the story at the end there. Can't fight the power of intruloceit!

WC: 3774 - Rated T - CW: some swearing, discussions of sex

Janus had asked to meet at seven o’clock at the café but Logan arrived early to secure their table. And to give himself something to do after he’d finished his conversation with Remus.

The surprise in Remus’ voice when he’d called still squeezed his heart.

Then his heart had cracked right through when Remus had explained it was because he’d thought last night had been their final date.

“Remus…” The other man’s silence had stunned him, as though part of him still expected Logan to reject him. “Nothing could be further from the truth.” He paused, but Remus was still quiet, listening. “I… I am quite fond of you and…” If they’d had this much difficulty communicating face to face, there was no way this conversation would work over the phone.

“Are you free to go for a walk together?” he asked, impulse overriding his sense at the last minute request to get together.

“You want to see me now?” The incredulity in his voice stung and Logan didn’t need much imagination to picture those bright green eyes wide with shock. Or narrowed and guarded with suspicion.

“To talk and… make plans for another date if you are amendable,” Logan explained. “Only if you are not busy. I would understand if—”

“Meet me at my room.” There was a muffled sound like he’d covered the mouthpiece and another voice. After a moment, Remus returned. “Please,” he added.

“I will be there in ten minutes.”

Nine and a half minutes later, Logan knocked on Remus; door, the sketchbook and charcoals from last night tucked under his arm, and a pale green celosia bloom in his other hand. He smiled when Remus opened the door and he offered the flower. “Remus, thank you for—” he started, then stopped, eyes narrowed as he peered closely at the other man’s face. “Remus?” he said. Something wasn’t right.

“Good,” the other man said, unsmiling. “You passed.”

“I told you he’d be able to tell the difference,” Remus said from behind the door. He stepped out and tilted his head toward the nearly identical man standing next to him. “Roman, this is Logan. Logan,” he smiled, gaze lingering on the flower in his hand. “This is my brother, Roman.”

“You didn’t mention your brother was your twin,” Logan nodded, looking between them. Particularly side-by-side, their eyes and mouths were immediate giveaways. Then he noticed how differently they were dressed, with Roman in a flowy, deep crimson top tucked neatly into impeccable dark indigo jeans and matching argyle socks. Remus was barefoot and wore ripped cutoff jean shorts and a sleeveless Green Day hoodie over a long-sleeved waffle knit henley.

“I suppose you don’t get mistaken for each other very often,” he murmured.

“On the contrary,” Roman groaned, rolling his eyes.

Remus reached for the flower Logan still offered. “Okay, can I go out and play now?” he grinned at his brother.

“Not yet,” Roman said, hard green eyes boring into Logan. He squared his shoulders and smiled faintly when he realized he was slightly taller. Then he stabbed a finger at Logan’s chest and frowned. “You make my brother cry again—”

“Ro!”

Roman turned to his Remus. “He did.” He waited until Remus gave a half nod, looking down at the floor, then returned fiery eyes to him. Logan’s heart clenched at the way Remus curled into himself, but he dragged his eyes away to face Roman’s fury. “If you hurt him again, I will find a way to hurt you.”

“I assure you,” Logan inclined his head to Roman. “I was completely unaware the way we ended our evening caused Remus any pain. It was never my intention and if I’d had any inkling…” He turned to Remus, searching his eyes. The surprise in his voice when he’d answered echoed through his mind. “If I’d had any inkling of the impression I’d left you with, I would have elaborated last night. I am truly sorry I hurt you, Remus.

“I intend to rectify that error. To make amends and find a way to make it up to you.” He bowed his head with a little smile and offered his now empty hand. “If you will allow me?”

“What kind of flower is that?” Roman asked, eyes narrowed. Remus examined it more closely, and his face exploded in a grin.

“It is a celosia bloom,” Logan said smoothly, winking at Remus. “It has been known by other names as well, of course.”

“We’re going!” Remus announced, ruffling his brother’s hair as he passed. Roman squealed and scrambled to smooth his locks back into their previous style. “Thanks, Ro, don’t wait up!” he laughed.

Roman pierced Remus with a glare. “You’re not getting out of dinner tonight!” Remus simply waved and Roman rolled his eyes then, let the door slam shut.

Standing together in the comparatively silent hallway, Remus grinned at him.

“We have much to discuss before that sort of date,” Logan murmured with a little smile.

“Yeah, I figured,” Remus shrugged. “I just like fucking with him.”

Chuckling, Logan tapped the flower in his hand. “May I?” he asked. When Remus nodded, he tucked the flower into Remus’ hair. “Lovely.”

“You know this is a cockscomb, right?” Remus asked, waggling his eyebrows and brushing his fingers over the fuzzy petals.

“Mm-hm,” Logan hummed, offering his arm with another little wink. “I grow them in a flower box in my apartment.”

“You are full of surprises, Nerdy Wolverine,” Remus purred, tentatively hooking his hand on Logan’s forearm. His fingers relaxed, then, after a moment, gripped with more confidence.

Logan smiled back at him, then tucked Remus’ hand a little closer against his side. “As are you, Prince Remus.”

They walked together in near silence until they’d reached the Quad. The paths were mostly empty, that quiet period on campus when late afternoon classes hadn’t yet ended and the dining hall wouldn’t open for another hour or so. Remus chewed his bottom lip, fingers twitching and tracing the seams on Logan’s sleeve. His other hand was shoved in his pocket and he watched his feet as they walked.

Finally, he looked up at Logan. “So last night really wasn’t a… a pity date? I didn’t… I didn’t fuck everything up and make you…” His shoulders curled in when Logan stopped walking and faced him. “Make you not want me?” he said, voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“Oh, Remus, no,” Logan shook his head gently and set down the art supplies. He cupped Remus’ cheek, thumb brushing gently over his lower lip to free it from between his teeth. “Last night was wonderful. You were wonderful.”

“But I… I didn’t do anything.” Confusion and sadness battled in Remus’ eyes and it was all Logan could do not to just pull him into his arms and kiss away his worries. But that was exactly what Remus didn’t need in this moment. “You snuck me into the library and bought me such a thoughtful gift and brought a picnic and…” He met Logan’s eyes. “And I didn’t do anything.”

“Remus, you were you,” he said, bringing both hands up to either side of his face. “I got to share a place I love with you. And you shared your wonder with me. And your art.” Remus’ eyes widened, the tiniest spark of a smile lighting up his face. “You were funny and creative and smart and beautiful and…” Logan nodded, breath hitching. “And, yes, very sexy,” he added, voice lowering. “I believe you… perceived that when we were kissing.”

Remus’ cheeks warmed beneath his hands and the memory alone was enough to make Logan’s pulse race. Then Remus’ face fell, confusion returning.

“But… but why didn’t you want to… to be with me? Everyone else I’ve been out with… that’s…”

A pair of undergrads meandered down the path, drawing nearer. Logan scanned the quad before pointing to a large ginkgo tree a few dozen yards away. “May we sit and talk?”

He nodded and walked with Logan toward the tree, a bit of his smile returning when Logan reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. They settled at the roots of the tree, Logan’s back against the trunk, with Remus leaning against his chest. He sighed, a brief, content smile flashing across his face, arms covering Logan’s around his middle.

“Remus, you are worth so much more than a single night of pleasure,” Logan began plainly, leaving nothing to chance, nothing to interpretation. “Yes, I want you.” Remus turned in his arms to face him, and hooked both legs over one of Logan’s. “I am very attracted to you,” he said quietly, rubbing circles against the small of his back. “But not only physically.”

He smiled when Remus met his eyes. “I want to get to know more of you. The parts I’ve already seen, your energy, your humor, your intelligence… your sensitivity… You are remarkable.” He brushed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I care for you, Remus. And I feel we have the potential to build something truly beautiful between us.”

“I… I’d like that. But…” Remus hung his head. “I might have already fucked that all up.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” Logan insisted.

“I…” He shook his head, hiding his face against Logan’s chest. “You didn’t hear what I did yet.”

Logan didn’t let go, simply nodded and murmured. “I’m listening.”

“Well, last night, I… I was really upset and… That’s not your fault, I’m not saying that, I…” Slouched against Logan’s chest, he glanced up and winced. “I went for a walk and I… I bumped into Janus and…”

Logan frowned. “Did you fight with him?”

“Oh, no!” Remus shook his head. “No, no, Janus is cool, I…” He shifted against Logan’s chest, head hung low. “I slept with him. And… I’m… I’m going to see him again.”

“Oh,” Logan breathed. Cold seeped up from the ground and through his skin and he closed his eyes.

‘We won’t all break your heart, Logan…’

“Are you…” Logan’s voice cracked. Had he just made a fool of himself? Had he already lost his chance with Remus? And Janus… He pushed away that thought. One person at a time. While Remus wouldn’t meet his eyes, he hadn’t pulled away and he’d agreed to speak with him. Perhaps…

He took a deep breath and wrestled down his initial assumptions. And his hurt.

“Does this…” He pressed his lips together, momentarily grateful Remus had hid his face. It meant he didn’t need to hide his own. “Does this impact your desire to pursue a relationship with me?”

Remus’ head jerked up and Logan—too slowly—papered a neutral expression over his face. “Logan…” he whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. “No!” he said firmly. “No, I was afraid it would make you not want me. I… I like both of you,” he admitted.

A low chuckle melted the ice in Logan’s chest and he nodded. “I care for both of you, too.”

“I told him so!” Remus laughed, draping his arms over Logan’s shoulders. “Jannie will be fucking thrilled to hear that!”

Logan nuzzled against his neck with a happy laugh, his sudden joy contagious. He breathed deeply, inhaling the intermingled scents of cloves and cinnamon and, yes, a faint brush of Janus’ cologne. He pulled back at a sudden worry. “Was he concerned your encounter would impact our relationship?”

“Fuck, no!” Remus shook his head and settled into Logan’s arms. “I told him you rejected me last night. No, Janus likes you, too.”

“Necktie?”

Janus’ voice pulled him from his reverie and he looked up before rising to his feet, chair scraping across the floor. He smoothed down his aforementioned tie and gestured to the seat in front of him. “I hope you do not mind, I took the liberty of saving us a table…” He looked around the nearly empty café. “Since it was so busy,” he added, putting on a wry grin.

“Excellent,” Janus bowed his head with a little smirk. “Otherwise, we might not have managed to find a place to sit.”

Despite the tension in his chest over Janus’ ominous ‘we have to talk’ message, despite his certainty Remus’ insistence that their feelings were mutual was—at best—magical thinking, Logan smiled as he sat and picked up his coffee.

“I should order,” Janus said, turning toward the counter. “I’ll—”

“Decaf affogato with cinnamon?” a server asked behind him, a pot of brewed coffee in one hand and a tiny ornate cup of coffee and ice cream in the other.

Janus raised an eyebrow and accepted the cup with a murmured thanks. The server refilled Logan’s mug and returned to the main counter.

“How—” Janus stared down at the cup in his hands before raising it close to his nose. He sniffed the blend of scents, a bit of steam billowing over his face. “How did you guess?”

“You have ordered that twice before during our study sessions here,” Logan shrugged with a smile. The pleased surprise in Janus’ eyes was a shot of warmth through his heart and his smile grew when he sat down across from him. “And you consistently order decaf after five o’clock.”

Cheeks flushed from the coffee’s heat, he stared back at Logan. “I like the aroma,” he murmured, before taking a careful sip. “Thank you, Necktie.”

“My pleasure,” he nodded, and took another sip of his coffee. “I… I know I said this earlier, but I am relieved you are well.” After walking Remus to the dining hall for his promised rendezvous with his brother, Logan finally recognized the timing of Janus’ absence and precisely why he’d slept so late.

“I… I am,” Janus said, almost surprised by his own answer. He addressed his cup rather than him. “Better than I have been in a long time.”

Logan’s heart clenched, an old but familiar ache. Still, he smiled and raised his cup. “That is wonderful to hear,” he said. Taking another slow sip of his coffee, he relished the bitter heat and watched how Janus continued to avoid his eyes.

He was now more sure than ever that the morning’s repeated messages had been what prompted Janus’ request for an audience with him and he blessed Remus’ sweet heart for his assurances otherwise. Whatever it meant now, Logan was not sorry for messaging him. However… irritating it may have been for Janus given nothing was actually wrong, Logan would be hard pressed to apologize for reaching out. And if something had been wrong… he would not have wanted his personal feelings and earlier rejection to have prevented him from seeking to assist Janus when he needed him.

He waited for Janus to savor more of his drink before gently prompting. “While I will always enjoy sharing a coffee with you, Janus… you said we needed to talk?” Logan pressed a smile onto his face, hoping it counterbalanced his own reluctance to have this discussion. The speed with which his initial interest in Janus had morphed, gripping his heart and mind was… unnerving. It would hurt to hear Janus’ anticipated request for him to tone down his attention, but… he supposed it would be for the best in the end.

“I did, didn’t I?” Janus smiled and set down his cup. He blew out a sharp breath and nodded. His eyes danced around the table, moving from his own cup, to Logan’s tie, and back again. Finally, he leaned closer and met Logan’s eyes, face pale and hands twisted together on the edge of the table. The tips of his fingers were white.

“I slept with Remus last night,” he blurted out in a low voice.

“Yes, he told me,” Logan nodded, hiding his face behind his coffee cup. It hurt more than it should. But he didn’t own Remus and Janus had made his feelings clear, no matter Logan’s waning confidence he could somehow demonstrate that whatever he feared would not come to fruition if he took a chance with him. He knew in time the part of him that was genuinely happy for Janus, for both of them, would grow.

“What? He did?” Janus flushed bright red from his hairline down past his open collar. “Why would—When—when did you talk to him?”

“I called him just after five.” It had been the first of many conversations they still needed but Logan was… optimistic. Both that he could find a clearer way to express his needs and desires—and that Remus would, as well. “I was fortunate to catch him before he needed to meet his brother for dinner.”

“But why?” Janus looked dumbfounded. “What prompted the call?”

Logan tilted his head and peered back at Janus, brow furrowed in confusion. “I am dating him.” He leaned in, nodding slowly. “Remus shared with you his misconception that I was not interested in him because I did not consent to sex on our first date.”

“Could you describe that in a more clinical tone?”

He chuckled. “I am game to try.” After a moment, he sobered. “Oh… That means he was not aware of my true intentions when you two were together so you would not have discussed it. I…” While he was confident in both his and Remus’ capacity to care for and, perhaps, eventually love more than one person, he had no reason to believe Janus would feel the same. “I… I realize it is not technically my concern, but I hope this does not prevent you and Remus from—”

“Logan, stop,” Janus interrupted, reaching across the table and placing a hand over his. “While it would be healthy for us to discuss Remus at a later date, that is not the only thing we need to talk about. I am…” He squeezed Logan’s hand, warmth shooting up his arm. “I am relieved you are continuing to pursue a relationship with Remus. I had trouble believing you would simply reject him and…” Janus smiled. “I’m pleased to know you are the man I thought you were.”

Logan’s fingers wrapped around Janus’ and he nodded. “That means more to me than you might realize, Janus.” He smiled, promising himself he would release his hand after just a few more moments. “Thank you.”

Clouds passed over Janus’ eyes and Logan loosened his grip. They both knew Janus had more to share, even if it seemed neither wanted him to actually say it.

“Do you…” Janus began slowly. He hadn’t removed his hand and instead, sandwiched Logan’s between both of his. “Do you remember when you brought me to your apartment after the party?”

Logan nodded. He would never forget the pain and fear in Janus’ voice, nor, selfishly, the way his own songs seemed to have soothed him. “Of course,” he murmured, uncertain where this was leading, but he waited for him to continue.

Janus sighed, and a flicker of that evening’s pain pinched his face. Logan couldn’t help but squeeze his hand and Janus looked up, a bittersweet smile curling up his lips. “Gabe was—” His voice broke and Logan’s eyes widened. “I haven’t said his name out loud—consciously—since I moved here.” He looked down at their shared grip and added in a thin whisper. “Since I fled here.”

Fled?

‘Please, Gabe, please just promise me. Promise me you won’t go out there…’

A protective fire sparked in Logan’s chest and he drew closer. He strengthened his grip on Janus’ hand and brushed his thumb across the back in little swirls and he nodded.

“Gabe was my first love,” Janus continued in a low voice. “We fell in love in high school but I… I was a minister’s son and we had to hide our relationship.” His voice wavered and he moved one hand away to swipe at his face with a napkin. “Gabe—he didn’t care, though. He said it didn’t matter if we had to hide for a while because one day we’d get out, we’d run away and build a life far away from both our families and—” A stifled sob broke through and he covered his mouth with the tissue.

Logan slid his chair to the other side of the table, immediately next to Janus.

After a long moment, Janus lowered his hand and twisted the tissue around his fingers in his lap. “My brothers found us. We’d… In the winter we would meet in his parent’s old workshop and… I… I must’ve done a lousy job of hiding my car and… and they found us and they—”

He leaned against his side and Logan wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him close. Janus curled into him and soon Logan felt hot tears through his shirt. “Gabe was dead before he even got to the ER,” he whispered past another quiet sob.

Logan held him while he cried, stroking his soft hair away from his face and humming quietly. Their server briefly caught his eye, then nodded and closed the table behind them, effectively blocking off their corner of the café. After a long while, Janus took in a shaky breath and looked up. “I promised myself I’d never let myself feel that kind of loss again. That I’d never let myself be hurt like that again.”

He looked down at their intertwined fingers. “But then I met you. And…” Janus sighed, shaky and broken. “And Remus.” He buried his face against Logan’s shoulder. “You fuckers just wouldn’t let me hide anymore,” shoulders shaking in something between a sob and a laugh.

“Oh, we excel at that,” he chuckled, his own throat tight with unshed tears. “I’m so sorry, Janus,” he whispered into his hair, rocking gently. “That’s so much loss.”

“I don’t want to lose anymore…” Janus looked up, eyes still overflowing with tears. “But right now the newest thing I may have lost…” He shook his head, mouth trembling. “Is a chance with you.”

“‘You haven’t,’” Logan whispered, brushing away his tears and smiling softly when Janus’ eyes flashed with recognition. “You’ve done nothing to damage that chance.”

Janus looked back at him, a shaky smile splashed across his face. He shook his head and opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally squeezing Logan’s hand. “Will you take me home?”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up and he started to speak but Janus smiled again. He reached out and brushed his fingertips over Logan’s lips, stilling him. His hand was warm and soft, and the tiny gesture sent heat racing across his skin.

“Not for…” Brow furrowed, he shook his head. “Just to sit together and… and talk?”

Nodding, Logan stroked his cheek and smiled. “It would be my pleasure.”

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