Written at 4 am so please alert me to mistakes. Based off mine and Jason’s future head canon Jogan fic where they have a son who looks just like Julian and want a daughter in the future, especially one that looks like Logan. I think Logan would work for that dream no matter what.
Tissues may be needed. Pure insomnia-induced angst.
The voice is so sudden, so close, so shocking that he drops the picture frame he’s been holding in his hand. It flips across the sheets and lands face up, fingers of a slightly off white colour reaching out to trace over the smooth glass.
“No!” Logan screamed. Another beam fell. Everyone leapt back.
“Get out!” Julian commanded furiously at the blond boy even as Blaine wrenched Kurt away and now began to back up towards the beams, but his eyes never left the two Stuarts at the impasse.
The prom was in full swing, everyone was dancing to the song David, Wes, and Blaine were singing. Everyone was having a good time, couples, friends, teachers – everyone. The lights were almost seizure inducing. The music was enjoyable. The three boys performed like they never performed before. The Orion Hall was beautifully made up with streamers and balloons in every possible shade of blue, yellow, and red. Katherine was there, of course, dancing with Shane whose boyfriend was still sitting on the table nearest to the dance floor. And Kurt was there too but somehow the Tweedles commandeered him after a few seconds into the song. He glanced over and Reed just smiled and waved.
“I’m going to make him dance somehow.” Shane said to Katherine, who was busy laughing at whatever Wes and David did on stage.
“I’m sure you will.” She said. “But I think he’ll be more comfortable with a slow song.”
Shane glanced again to the boy with strawberry blond curls. He looked absolutely jaw dropping in his Valentino suit. It was a shame he ardently opposed to dancing at prom. “Yeah… Slow song.” He silently prayed to any being listening that a slow song would be next.
Reed watched as Shane danced with Katherine to the song his three friends were singing on stage. He found himself tapping his foot, nodding his head from side to side but he couldn’t possibly go on the dance floor and risk embarrassing himself and Shane! He simply couldn’t dance with that much people around. He couldn’t dance with Shane of all the people! Next to the taller boy, he’d be like a chicken without a head. It would be horrible.
Oh but he yearned for his boyfriend. He wanted to dance.
Alas, he simply could not because of his damned danger-prone streak.
He figured that once he stepped onto the floor, he’d cause injuries to a dozen people.
Behind the stage, two boys waited for their time to perform, one blond, one brunet. They were ever so slightly touching each other on the backstage bench they sat on. Julian brushed against Logan’s shoulder as he leaned down to take his glass of water from the table for a sip.
“Nervous?” Logan asked, almost teasingly. He knew Julian wouldn’t be. He knew the actor was completely in control and singing with him would be a breeze and a blast.
“Yes.” Julian admitted, earning a surprised look from Logan.
Uh… apparently? Logan.
Jogan sketch commission #1. I love drawing them, I really do.
His hand swept over the mahogany piano lightly, fingers curling slightly as he brushed against the thick layer of dust and cobwebs that hung over the old, unpolished keys. Peering in, he caught a glimpse of the worn, equally dusty insides, a clear indication of many years of abandonment and without care.
It has been years, really. Years since he’d last seen this piano.
The school piano. Dalton’s.
His hands lingered over the keys as though ready to play the chords to a song - a random melody, really. Absentmindedly lifting his left hand to run his fingers through his blond locks, he glanced further down the row of keys, reminiscing-
Before he realized something was different.
Eyes widening, the tall man reached out and touched the single red rose that lay at the very end of the piano, where the highest of the notes were.
No dust. It had been placed there recently.
He turned to the piano, hands quickly assuming a position as they hovered above a set of keys - left hand on a chord, right hand on a melody - as he stared at them closely.
These keys weren’t dusty at all, no…
He followed the cleaner keys, forming the melody in his head as he glanced
at the seat: sure enough, a section of the cushion was free of dust.
Someone had been playing this piano just minutes before he’d arrived.
The blond’s eyes darted across
the keyboard, brain activating as a pattern developed before his eyes - a simple, repetitive tune that…that he knew very well.
Their tune. It was their tune
“This melody…” He murmured, fingers still moving with the pattern. “You’re out there, aren’t you.”
“I knew you’d come.”
Logan laughed softly, hands falling into his lap.
“I’m not as ignorant as everyone thinks, you know. I figured it out well enough, didn’t I.” He turned around swiftly, looking the figure at the doorway straight in the eye. “Greetings.”
The man smiled serenely. “I have to admit, you certainly have proved yourself to be quite the thinker. Bravo, Logan.”
“How nice of you.” Logan threw him a stern glare, inching closer as he quietly dug his right hand into his pocket. “So, what’s your plan now, then? Are we to keep playing these insane ‘games’ or yours?”
“What?” The man in the black suit threw his head back in laughter. “My, my, are we tired, now? I thought we were just getting warmed up!”
“Oh, really…” His fingers wrapped around the trigger as he inched a little closer. “And why are we doing this, even?”
His grin widened. “Ah, but I thought you knew. It’s the reason why you’re here, after all.”
Logan gritted his teeth. “Yes, I do…” Swinging his arm out, he slotted the mouth of his gun directly against the other man’s head.
“Tell me, Adam, tell me where he is.”
“But then it wouldn’t be fun anymore.” Despite being held at gunpoint, he continued grinning. “No, it has to be fun. Like how we’re having so much fun right now.”
“Cut the crap!” Logan hissed, digging the pistol deeper into his skin. “This. Isn’t. A game. It’s not fun. Just stop it!”
“Oh, but you can’t kill me yet, can you?” Adam’s eyes narrowed coldly, smile growing cruel as he patted his left pocket, triggering a trail of static to be produced by his remote control. “After all, I know something you don’t…like where he his, perhaps?”
The static broke for a second, and Logan’s heart stopped for a second as he heard a faint voice in the background.
Something…that sounded like his name. Someone calling - no, begging for help.
Logan’s hand trembled, the gun wavering just slightly. “You…”
Adam smirked. “Jealous?”
“Give Julian back, you son of a bitch.”
“Well…” Adam sighed. “Let’s play a game, then. One last game. If you win, I’ll accept defeat very graciously and let the two of you go. But if you lose…” He grinned.
“I’ll keep him forever, and you’ll be gone. For good.”
Silence hung over them until finally, Logan spoke up.
“…Fine. Name your game.”
“Well? You said you had interesting news.“
The brunet strolled into the living room, phone settled comfortably in the crook of his neck as he replied, “Depends on what you consider interesting, Der.”
The man on the other end of the line sighed. “Uh huh, Jules. Go on.”
Julian paused, smiling slightly.
“We have a family in this house now.”
“A family?” Silence. “Wait. What?”
“What I said.”
The phone crackled with static as Derek raised his voice. “You guys got A KID? Without me knowing?!”
The actor rolled his eyes. ”Calm down. We’re talking about Sonic here.”
“…God.” The man groaned. “Don’t mess with me like that, seriously!”
Julian shrugged, laughing. “All in good fun, Derek.”
A sigh. “Go on.”
His fingers traced the edges of the rug lightly as he crouched next to the little group of hedgehogs on the soft, carpeted floor. “We have three hedgehogs now…figured that Sonic needed some company, so I got two others.”
“Oh, come on!” Julian said jokingly, pushing a toy car gently towards the biggest of the three. “They’re adorable.”
“Julian, I happen to be AT WORK.”
“It’s not like you don’t have time to pick up a phone call.”
Another groan. “Mmm. And does Logan know about this?”
“…” Julian eyed the trio silently.
The brunette petted one of the hedgehogs lightly as he bit his lip.
“…No, not at all.”
He could almost picture his friend folding his arms with an accusatory glare over the phone. “Right, Julian Larson-Wright. So you’re calling me for…?”
Julian laughed nervously.
“…Babysit my hedgehogs for a bit?”
imagine julian and logan
in the future
clearing the attic
finding the old sock puppets they used when derek was sick
and showing it to their kids
and playing with them
and everyone makes sock puppets
oh my god happy family jogan is so bloody fluffy and sweet
OH HI WHAT
MY GOD, DEAR, THIS IS THE PERFECT WAY TO END OFF CHRISTMAS DAY. <3
“I don’t want to cut you off, but I should get back to work. We’ll talk tomo—”
“I love you,” Logan interrupts before Julian says goodbye. For a moment, Logan thinks the Internet connection may have failed because Julian stills, but he notices the way Julian’s bottom lip trembles. Logan continues, “I know that this isn’t the most romantic way to tell you, and I’m sorry for that. There should be candles and flowers and serenading, but… I don’t want another moment to go by where you don’t know that I am honestly in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you. I love your smile when you wake up in the morning before you’ve had your coffee, and I love that you never do laundry, so when you borrow my clothes, they still smell like you. I love how every time we watch a movie, you fall asleep on my shoulder ten minutes in. I love you, Julian.”
Julian smiles so brightly that Logan cannot help but smile too, and his heart skips an entire measure of beats when Julian says, “I love you too.”
Oh my godddd you cannot do this to me;________;
“One for me, one for you.” The brunet points at the two cups neatly balanced in front of the kitchen sink, both filled with warm coffee, laughing a little as an arm slips around his waist and pulls him closer. “What!”
The taller of the pair smiles. “Beneath that cold exterior of yours, you’re actually a real sweetheart, aren’t you, Jules.”
“Oh?” The actor raises an eyebrow, amused. “Wouldn’t you know, Logan.”
“Wouldn’t I know?” Logan ruffles Julian’s hair gently. “For one thing, you to prepare coffee for me every single morning.”
He plants a light kiss on Julian’s cheek.
“I think it’s sweet.”
Julian can’t help but smile. “Awww, you’re too kind.” He teases, reaching out for the two cups and passing the one on the right to his husband.
“Black, as always.”
Logan accepts the porcelain mug, breathing in the scent of freshly brewed coffee as he takes a seat at the table. He takes a sip.
“Refreshing, as always.”
Julian sits down next to him and drinks a little of his own latte. “How people drink coffee without milk, I have no idea…” He murmurs, catching Logan’s eye. The blond simply laughs.
“You should try black coffee. Mine, perhaps?”
Julian leans on Logan’s shoulder, absentmindedly watching steam rise from the cup and fade into nothingness.
“Maybe some other day.”
“You always say that.”
“Hey, I mean it!”