title: we're no strangers to love

AU: 2d shapes

pairing: Squared OTP, Jordangel brOTP. I'm not planning this out as elaborately as I did last year, so not all days will feature all the pairings.

notes: More fluffy than cracky, but it's Squared.

Jordan the isosceles right triangle usually hated clubs, but the door to Four-sided Incarnations (FI for short) was curiously large and shaped like a pentagon, not a rectangle. In this world of rectangles, why was the door shaped like a pentagon? And why was the club called four-sided incarnations if its door had five sides? He was intrigued.

"I hope I don't regret this," Jordan said with a sigh as he stepped inside.

Immediately, he was assaulted by a large shape who laughed and said, "You mean raygret?"

"Who are you?" Jordan asked, glaring at his attacker.

"I'm Ray, the administrator of this club. What's your name?"

Jordan blinked, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. He counted the sides again, but no, he hadn't made a mistake. Five sides, just like the door. "You're a pentagon."

"Yeah, I know. Your name?" Ray asked impatiently.

"It's Jordan," he said. "Why the hell is a pentagon the administrator of a club called Four-sided Incarnations?" This shape was probably just messing with him. Even if she was truly a member of the club, she didn't seem like administrator material anyway - more like lowest of trash material. He pushed the pentagon out of the way and -

Oh. Oh. Not a single rectangle was in sight. Circles, octagons, another pentagon, angles, arcs. But not a single shape with four sides.

"Welcome to FI," said Ray.

/

The more rational part of his mind was telling him that becoming a regular at FI was an exponentially bad idea. And yet, he kept returning. There was something about the club that made him want to stay, especially when he was tired of his rectangular classmates sending him curious looks. No one at FI gave him curious looks because no one at FI was a rectangle. He felt like he fit in. And yet...

"Something's missing," he told Angle, his clone. He and the 45-degree acute angle weren't actually identical, but they were close enough.

"What do you mean, something's missing?" Angle asked.

"That's the thing. I don't know. I just know that it's something."

Angle papped their clone. "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

/

It wasn't until he saw Ray with Hazel, her wife/sister and fellow pentagon, strolling around the club that it hit him - that was what was missing. A fellow triangle. Sure, at FI he wasn't the only non four-sided incarnation. But he had yet to meet another shape with three sides, just like him. Angle had their sibling, Rachelly, and their son, Noah. Sydney the circle had Musa. Joan the arc had her friends Drift and Jay.

"I have nobody," Jordan said to Angle, who naturally was the first person he shared his epiphany with.

"You have me," said Angle in response. "You have us, all of us."

"Yeah!" said Ray, hopping in. "Everyone in this club is here for you!"

More voices chimed in. "We're all here for you, Jordan. All of us." Jordan looked around at the smiling faces of the shapes surrounding him and felt his loneliness ebb away. They were right. He did have them, the members of this trashy club. Sure, none of them had three sides just like him, but that didn't matter. These were his true friends, regardless.

/

And then came the day where the door to Four-sided Incarnations was locked.

Since the day he'd first found the club two months ago, the club had never, ever been closed. He tried to push it open, pull it open, slide it open, slam-his-entire-body-into-the-door it open. Nothing worked.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. His angles quivered with exertion as he put all his weight into shoving open the door. He yelled, he pounded, he banged, he ignored the strange looks from passer-bys. Eventually he gave up, leaning his head against the pentagon and fighting back tears. His home was gone.

And then, without warning, the door swung open, and he toppled through the frame, headfirst. Very graceful.

"What the **?" he screamed, when he stood up and the first thing he saw was Ray.

"I can - I can explain!" Ray said, but she was laughing and wheezing too hard for any such explanation to come out of her mouth. "Oh my God, Jord."

"Was this just some prank?" he yelled, resisting the urge to impale the pentagon. "Haha, very funny, you guys nearly gave me a - "

And then he saw her. Standing between N (a hexagon) and Hazel, standing anxiously on her hypothenuse, was a triangle. He stepped closer, eyes wide. And not just any triangle, an isosceles right triangle identical to him. An adorable, blushing triangle who wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Surprise!" Ray said. "See, that's the explanation, it was supposed to be a surprise."

Ignoring the pentagon, he kept his eyes on the other triangle. "I'm Jordan. What's your name?"

"Me - mels," she stuttered.

"Melsmels?" he repeated.

"Just Mels, unless you want to call me Melsmels, Jordjord," she said, finally looking up. She smiled. And it wasn't like he needed another triangle in his life, but oh, he wanted that. He wanted to see that smile every day.

"Melsmels," he whispered. "Can I hug you?"

She nodded. "Yes, Jordjord."

He could hear someone squealing and whispering in the background, but all that was fading. He rolled onto one of his legs so that he made a perfect right angle with the floor beneath him and gently nudged Melsmels, who assumed the opposite position as Jordan, teetering onto one point.

He hugged her, snuggling up close and fitting perfectly with Melsmels, and for the first time, he thought he understood what it was like to have four sides.