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In Which Logan Pushes Julian Off A Gondola

The prompt:

JULIAN AND LOGAN IN A GONDOLA

EVERYTHING’S ALL MUSHY AND ROMANTIC

THEN JULIAN FALLS IN

AND LOGAN HAS TO BE AQUAMAN AND SAVE HIM

THEN THEY SNUGGLE AND KISS WHILE WARMING UP IN A BED.

AND I WANT JULIAN’S DROWNING TO BE KINDA DRAMATIC

AND LOGAN’S FUSSING OVER HIM ONCE HE’S OUT OF THE WATER

AND GO!

“Well…” Logan sighed and drew a circle on Julian’s knee. “This is disgustingly romantic.”

“I legitimately cannot believe I’m here right now.” Julian listened to the gondolier sing about Italian sunsets (at least, that’s what his small amount of Italian-speaking abilities could pick it up).

“Well. Derek practically tied us to this thing.” Logan rolled his eyes. “And being on a gondola with your boyfriend isn’t the worst thing in the world, now, is it?” He batted his eyelashes flirtatiously.

Julian playfully shoved him.

Logan playfully shoved back, but maybe he shoved too hard, because Julian lost his balance and fell toward the side. Logan watched in slow motion as the gondola pitched to the side and Julian toppled over the short side of the gondola.

“Julian!” he shouted as Julian splashed into the water. “Shit.” He turned angry eyes on the poor gondolier, who was looking on in amusement. “Wait for us.” And then he dove into the water, shirt and all. He found Julian fairly quickly, treading water, coughing and spluttering, soaking wet.

Julian glared at Logan. “You pushed me out of the freaking gondola?”

“It was an accident!” Logan said, voice breaking, slightly hysterical.

“Chill, it’s no big deal!” Julian smiled, but his teeth were starting to chatter. It was March, so it wasn’t exactly Gondola Season.

Logan put his arm around Julian and pulled him back to the gondola.

 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Logan murmured softly, arms wrapped around a blanket that was wrapped around Julian.

“Yeah,” Julian whispered softly, snuggling into Logan, putting his head on his chest and smelling his boyfriend. He smelled so good, like safety and comfort and love.

“I’m so sorry, Jules.” Logan buried his face in Julian’s hair, now dry but still smelling like the river. “I feel so awful.”

“Don’t.” Julian sounded peaceful and sleepy and not permanently scarred by the experience, like Logan was.

“No, I pushed you into a freaking river. That’s just…” Logan kissed Julian’s head and pulled away so he could look at Julian. Julian looked up at him with big brown eyes. “I’m a terrible boyfriend and I’m sorry.”

Julian shook his head vehemently, almost playfully, grinning. “I don’t know where you get these things, Lo. You’re the best.”

“I pushed you into a river,” Logan said flatly.

“We all make mistakes.” Julian snuggled into Logan again. “Now just keep me warm and it’ll all be okay.”

“Do you want another blanket?” Logan asked, slightly alarmed. “Are you cold?”

“No. But I will be if you move another muscle. Just relax.” Julian smiled to himself and kissed Logan’s bare chest. His shirt had been wet, and he’d angrily pulled it off and didn’t see the need to put another one on. “I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too, Jules.” Logan wrapped Julian even tighter around him and smiled, resting his chin on Julian’s head.

 

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Logan put his hand on Julian’s forehead, checking for a temperature. “If you caught a cold from that water I will…” He trailed off. “What’s so funny?”

Julian was laughing. “Logan. I’m fine. I’ve been fine for a whole week. Just relax, will you?”

Logan’s eyes widened. “Great, now you’re mad at me for caring too much about you.”

“You care about me?” Julian stopped laughing and the moment went from light to serious very quickly.

“Too much.” Logan snaked his arm around Julian’s waist. “Let’s go to class.”