#pre-roceit

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 4

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Summary: the inevitable clush between the two ex-friends.

Pairings: roceit

Warnings: disability, public humiliation, painful history, angst. I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,183

It's that time of the week again folks! And this time I bring you the first chapter that was written by me only! Hope you all enjoy^^ @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

"That's a terrible idea." Janus deadpanned as Roman finished telling him his next idea for their project.

It was a few days after he… after they toured the potential places of filming their little film.

"What? Why? We can't film it with just the both of us! We need a crew!" Roman protested.

"A different crew, then." Janus said stubbornly.

"Oh c'mon, what's wrong with my friends?" Roman folded his arms over his chest, waiting for Janus' answer.

"I… They don't know anything about film-making." Janus tried to come up with an excuse. Roman might treat him nicely for some unknown reason Janus is still trying to figure out, but that doesn't say anything about the rest of his friends. And.. of course there's um… There's Virgil.

So, obviously Janus can't work with them, he does not have the energy to deal with what that entailed.

"Yes they do! I promise, plus they're really nice and great people… Well, Logan can be a bit stiff but he does have a good heart." Roman continued insisting.

"Just… no, okay?" For fuck's sake that sounded so pathetic, what's wrong with him? Well… besides the obvious.

There was a beat of silence in which Janus could feel Roman's gaze studying him.

"What's your problem with my friends? You don't even know them. I promise they won't judge if that's what you're worried about." Roman said again, though much softer this time.

"I just… I prefer to avoid meeting new people." He settled on, eventually. Which was half truth, true, he hated meeting new people. But, unfortunately, Virgil is far from 'new people'.

"Ohhh I see." Roman said, and Janus let out a sigh of relief. "I'll help you then!" Roman said immediately after, dragging Janus away from the lockers before he processed what was happening.

"What? No! Roman! Let go of me!" He almost dropped his cane from the surprise-dragging, left leg aching as he struggled to keep up and free himself from Roman's grip.

Someone must have walked towards them in Janus' blindspot and bumped straight into him, making him lose his balance and fall painfully on his behind. He heard some faint chuckles and his cheeks burned in embarrassment.

He lost his cane during the fall and attempted to crawl towards it when he saw a hand in front of his face.

"Janus! Oh gosh I'm so sorry… Are you okay? Can I help y-" Roman said distressingly above him.

"I think…" Janus cut him off, "you've helped enough" he hissed at him, finally reaching his cane and using it to help him get back on his feet without Roman's help.

Roman looked down in shame, "right… sorry, I just thought you'll see him coming your way and-" he tried to explain himself but Janus was already walking away, trying to ignore the laughter that followed him.

"O-okay… see you after school for our project okay?!" He shouted over the rackous in the hallway but Janus didn't grace him with a response.

…

Despite not answering Roman about whether or not they'll be meeting after school, he still found him waiting for him outside of his last class. He would have loved to ignore him and go home but they still had a project to finish and he did not feel like failing this class.

Roman bit his lip, "listen, about earlier-"

"Just forget about it, what are we doing today?" Janus cut off his less-than-genuine-apology.

Roman sighed, seeming to have expected this reaction, "...if that's what you want… I thought we could work on our costumes today but…" he hesitated.

"But what?"

"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, Virgil is way better than me when it comes to sewing… but I know you two have a history so… I guess we'll do our best with my skills." He laughed awkwardly.

Janus huffed, "how bad can it be?"

"Um… sewing-my-hand-into-the-fabric kind of bad?"

Janus swore under his breath, heart aching in his chest as he realized there's not going to be any way around it. Life just keeps being oh so kind to him. "Fine… whatever, let's go to Virgil's and get this over with."

Roman smiled in relief, "oh good, I'm sure this won't be awkward at all!" Janus would have said that sentence with a lot more sarcasm but Roman seems to really mean it, ignorance is bliss I guess.

…

"Oh, Roman, what's up man?" Virgil said in surprise when he opened the door, "...and Janus… long time no see?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he noticed his ex-friend at the doorway as well.

"I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me." Was all Janus said as he walked inside after Roman.

"...good to see you too." Virgil sighed, closing the door behind them. "Roman, what did we say about springing upon me human interaction without warning? Texting is not very complicated, you know." He said tiredly, leading them to his room.

"Sorry, Virge, it was kind of last minute and I forgot to notify you, we won't be long though, just need your help with our English project." Roman apologized, Janus staying silent beside him, trying his best to sink into the floor but not really succeeding.

"Oh, the Macbeth one? What do you need me for?" Virgil asked, walking to sit on his bed.

Janus tried readlly really hard to ignore the pinch of nostalgia this place brought, Virgil's room especially… he does not cherish those memories at all… in case you were wondering. He knows now it was all fake, Virgil was just his friend as long as he was his only option, once he got more, he was more than happy to ditch him for those…. Not that Janus cared, alone suited him just fine.

"...what do you think, Janus?"

He was suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on him and he realized he spaced out without noticing. "Um… it's great!" He hoped that fit with the question Roman asked him.

Roman and Virgil exchanged looks, "ah… we asked if it was okay if I measured you guys before I start working on Roman's designs? Are you okay?" Virgil said, frowning at him.

Janus huffed in annoyance, "like you care… and yes, fine, whatever, just make it quick."

Virgil rolled his eyes, "of course, wouldn't want to make you suffer in my company for more than necessary."

"Aw c'mon, Virge, he didn't mean that-"

"Yes, that'll be appreciated, thank you." Janus agreed.

"Janus!" Roman protested.

"I don't know what's your issue with me, I never ditched anyone to hang with the more popular kids the first chance I got. Virgil on the other hand…" Janus spat, watching Virgil's gaze turn downward.

"That's not what happened, and you know it." He said quietly.

Janus gripped his cane and turned to face the door, "keep telling yourself that." He opened the door and made to leave.

"Wait! What about-"

"I'll measure myself at home and send it to you, goodbye." And he walked away without another word.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #Someone Like You #chapter 4 #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #pre romantic roceit #janus angst #virgil angst #tw disability #tw humiliation #Lily writes #wip exchange

[naminethewriter]

A Siren In Distress

Day 5 and the last callback story! Going back to my pirates & sirens AU that I’m kinda but not really working on. I’ve written two other smaller stories for it but you don’t need to read them to understand this one. (Also I did not have the time to do real medical research so that info might be off, I apologize and ignore that please 😅)

Have fun! 🥰 @loceitweek2022

Here on Ao3

Masterpost | Loceit Week 2022 Masterpost

Summary: Janus calls Logan to the beach to help him with an unusual situation.

Logan once again returned to consciousness standing on the beach as the song ended. Janus had forcefully dragged him away from his work once again. It was annoying but he had stopped arguing with the siren since finding any kind of compromise had remained fruitless.

 “Snap out of it, Logan! And come over here!” he heard Janus call, sounding far more distressed than he’d ever been in front of the human before. He quickly scanned the water, looking for the hint of gold from the siren’s scales but instead found not one but two human figures on the shore.

He’d known that sirens could take on human form if they so desired, but he’d never seen it for himself. Shifting made them weak and way more vulnerable. Some rumors even claimed that they would die if they stayed human for too long. Logan didn’t know if that was true, he’d only attempted to ask Janus about this topic once, but he’d been immediately shut down. It seemed to be a more than sensitive topic.

 So to see him standing on the beach, glaring at him (and that was undeniably Janus, his eyes still seemed to gleam golden) while fully naked was quite the shock.

 The figure lying next to him was also human in appearance but clothed. Logan couldn’t see his face from where he stood, his head turned away. His brown hair was dripping wet and plastered against his skin. The white shirt he wore was pretty much see-through at this point, his black pants clung to his legs and the boots seemed heavy.

 Logan wasn’t sure what to make of the situation.

 “Do I have to force you over, human!?” Janus growled, his eyes now glowing in a way Logan was familiar with. They were glowing with magic that was just waiting to be released.

 Logan didn’t fear Janus, nor his magic, but he still instinctively started making his way over to the water, his body still remembering times when he was frightened by such threats.

 The closer he got the more details he could make out. The man’s chest was barely moving, his arms had bruises and once he could see the face, he spotted a cut on his cheek. As he knelt at the man’s side and began searching for a pulse on his neck, Logan shot a quick look towards Janus.

 What he saw was an expression of panic. How unusual.

 The wounds were probably not his work then.

 “Tell me what happened,” Logan demanded as he fell into an almost forgotten routine of checking for head wounds and other injuries that could be life threatening.

 “Pirates attacked his ship; he was shot at I think and fell overboard. I got him out of there and brought him here,” Janus explained, the worry now overwriting his animosity towards Logan.

 “How long did ago was the attack?”

 “I don’t know how you humans keep time! I only barely understand your weird month/year thing!”

 “Fine, the sky then! Where was the sun? Was it daytime yet?”

 “It was cloudy, but probably around its highest point?” Janus started sounding distressed, so Logan stopped questioning him further. It was good enough to get an estimate. It was evening, the sun would set within two hours, so it must’ve been several hours since the attack.

 “Has he been awake since?”

 “I’m not sure, I was kinda concentrating on not letting him drown???” He paused, thinking. “I think I heard him muttering a few times but I don’t know if he was truly awake.”

 “Alright. I’ll try to wake him up. But if he remains in these wet clothes for much longer, he will get hypothermia and that is hardly something I can treat properly out here.” Logan was more or less thinking out loud, moving the man in a better position on his side to make breathing for him easier since he didn’t find any open wounds. “Can you gather firewood?”

 “What?” Janus was wide eyed. In the 300 years he had lived, he had never a reason to go on land for long. He had no real idea of how humans lived outside of ships and even then his knowledge was limited.

 “Go to the tree line and find loose wood, sticks or branches, that are dry and pile them on the beach about halfway between the water and the jungle. Thankfully the tide is lowering right now.” Janus nodded and stood and that’s when Logan remembered that he had no clothes on.

 “Wait,” he called before the siren could take more than one step away and shrugged off his coat. “Wear this please.” To his surprise, Janus didn’t even argue. The siren took the jacket, put it on and even closed it. Maybe he was cold, too? Could he get cold? Maybe his magic kept him warm? Logan would need to ask him questions about this form later.

 A groan pulled him out of his revelry. The man was moving or trying to at least. He was rather weak and the bruises Logan could see through the wet cloth of his shirt must hurt a lot. The eyes started fluttering, then closed again before the coughing set in and the man threw up next to him. Logan moved quickly to assist him.

 “Please be careful not to move too much,” he advised after the heaving stopped. “I can try and help you sit up if you wish but we need to go slow.”

 “W-where...?” The man tried to speak but his voice was raw and unstable.

 “I know you have questions but please let me examine you first. Your condition is questionable and I do not know how long you will be able to stay awake.”

 “Oka-“ He started coughing again. Logan carefully helped him spit out another mouthful of salt water.

 “Here.” He pulled his waterskin from his belt and unscrewed it. “You need to drink something. It should help.” Slowly he helped the man sit up a bit, leaning his full weight against Logan and carefully guided the water into his mouth. Not a lot but enough that it would help him ease up for a moment. Afterwards, Logan helped him lie back down, sitting up seemed to not be helpful.

 He let the man rest for a few moments when he heard footsteps approach. He looked over his shoulder to see Janus approach, behind him a pile of wood, not as big as Logan would’ve liked but it would be enough for now. He nodded towards the siren before turning back towards the man.

 “My… acquaintance will help you undress while I start a fire. You need to warm up.” He got an understanding groan in response. He helped the man to lie back down on his back and took off his own boots to use as a pillow. Not the most comfortable solution but his head should be elevated a bit. He turned to Janus who stopped next to them, silent, just watching the scene.

 “Get him out of those clothes, boots too. I’ll take care of the fire.” Janus nodded and Logan let him take his place as he moved over to the pile of wood. It took him a bit of rearranging but he managed to make it into a working fire pit. Thankfully, along with his waterskin, Logan always carried a flint stone with him so the fire started to burn soon. He moved back over to the other two.

 Janus had managed to peel off the shirt and one of the boots off the man by the time Logan rejoined them. In that time the man had also started to shiver.

 “I will help with the rest, then we will need to carry him to the fire.” Janus nodded in agreement and soon the man was nude. He seemed to out of it to care. Logan then instructed Janus as they carefully moved his body up the beach and a healthy distance away from the fire so that he could warm up without the risk of catching fire himself.

 “Alright, for now he is stable,” Logan told Janus when they were done. The man had passed out again. “In order for him to warm up properly, I will need to get some things from my camp. While I do that, you lie next to him. Skin to skin contact will speed up the heating process as long as you are warm yourself. Are you warm, Janus?”

 “I can be if I want to,” Janus smirked, apparently having gained back his confidence now that the man he’d worried over was in stable condition.

 “I presume that involves magic?” He didn’t get a direct answer but Janus’ eyes flashed with that power again which was answer enough. Logan nodded. “Very well. Take off the coat, lie next to him and drape it over the two of you. I will hurry.”

 Janus did as he was told and Logan quickly set up the man’s clothes up to dry before he left for his camp. What a weird day in his already unusual circumstances. He didn’t even know the man’s name or what Janus’ connection with him was. But he must be special if he can cause the siren to act like that.

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 Approximately an hour later, Logan found himself sitting with Janus next to the fire. He had gotten both the siren and the human a set of his clothes that fit neither of them well but would keep them warm for now. The man, Roman was his name Logan learned, had woken up by the time he got back, warmed up enough that Logan didn’t worry about his survival. Roman had managed to drink more and eat some of the food Logan had brought before falling asleep again, too tired to ask the questions that were surely on his mind. Which suited Logan just fine since he had his own questions to ask Janus.

 “Please explain.”

 “Why do I need to. I saw him drown, I rescued him, I brought him here, end of story.”

 “Do not lie to me, Janus. You wouldn’t normally rescue a human, you told me yourself that you love to watch them drown.”

 “I do not owe you an explanation for what I do.”

 “In this case you do. I have projects to do here, Janus, time sensitive projects. I’ve not only lost time this evening but as long as he stays here I will continue to do so. And he is no condition to leave.” Janus grit his teeth, glaring into the flames. Logan was about to insist again when the siren spoke up.

 “I found his ship a few months ago. It wasn’t anything unusual, I watched it for a while, trying to find a good target to lure into the water when I saw him. He piqued my interest, so I waited until nightfall. He was on watch and I called out to him. It was so easy to charm him and I got him down into a lifeboat without even using magic before I noticed the similarities.” Janus gave Logan a pointed look he didn’t understand.

 “Similarities to what?” Janus rolled his eyes.

 “Not what, Logan. Who.” For the first time, Logan truly looked at Roman’s features. Before he’d been a patient so his focus had been on the injuries but even in the orange light of the setting sun and the flames dancing across his skin it was easy to see his resemblance to Remus. Logan thought back for a moment to the last time he spoke to the pirate captain.

 “He mentioned a brother.”

 “Indeed. When I remarked as much to Roman, he got very excited. Apparently he hasn’t heard from his brother in some time. He got so eager; it was cute. So I decided to indulge him. We talked until somebody noticed his absence and called for him. I escaped before I was spotted by anyone else.”

 “But you went back, I presume.”

 “Yes. Foolishly, I did. More than once. I haven’t talked to many humans for a long time, most I kill the first time we meet. But he was fascinating and I found myself enjoying his company. So when the attack happened and he fell…” Janus trailed off but Logan could guess what he was hinting at.

 “I did not expect to see the day you care for someone other than yourself.”

 “Shut up!” Janus hissed. “I do not care, I simply… didn’t want him to die yet.”

 “Of course.” Logan decided it was time to drop the subject. It was getting late and he needed to create a shelter for Roman since there was no way to transport him to his camp. They had struggled to carry him from the shoreline to the fire already. He stood.

 "I will make preparations for the night. What about you?" Janus still looked at him with a bit of anger but didn’t comment on it further. Instead he motioned to the ocean.

 “I need to go back. I will return in the morning.” He glanced to Roman one last time before taking off the clothes Logan had given him and returning to the water. Logan watched him and sighed once he vanished beneath the waves. How troublesome.

#namiswriting #loceitweek2022day5 #day 5: AU #pirates & sirens au #platonic loceit #pre-romantic roceit #siren!janus #immortal!logan #sailor!roman #cw talk about murder #janus has killed humans and talks about it very nonchalantly #non-sexual nudity #roman is in need of medical attention #ts logan #logan sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

DJ's Smut Fics Masterpost

oh my god, i now know that these are a pain in the ASS to assemble. but like,,,, handy. so here you guys go. I'm going to sort them into six handy categories for you.

OC

be a good boy and...? - about 4.8k words. contains hypnosis/brainwashing, programming, mantras, orgasm control, trigger phrases, dubious consent. Use of 'good boy'. Features two of my OCs, Jamie and Aeor. (this is probably my fav thing on here ngl)

NSFS SUPERHERO AU

tbh, lowkey the best shit ive done, if you like a good hero-gets-corrupted-by-a-rogue/villain-w/-hypnosis then i've got some fics for You!!

EDIT: this au is kind of dark/fucked up. heavy on the dubcon and corruption kink - all three named heroes are succumbing to being fucked or fucking their villains and are not going to 'win'. please be wary of that going in. i answer questions about it via asks and most of the important plot/lore dumps are tagged under my 'nsfs superhero au' tag if you want to know more/get the tone.

siren's call - part 1 - about 3k words. dom!janus, sub!patton. Trans Patton. CNC, hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. praise kink (’good boy’), facefucking, fingering, sex with clothes on, magic sex, memory play, multiple orgasms.

unexpected songs - impossible tasks - part 2 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton. Covert/accidental hypnosis, dubcon, corruption kink. ...accidental exhibitionism? masturbation at the end (not exhibitionism, he's in private). multiple orgasms.

the next stage - part 3 - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. blowjobs, riding dildos, magic. multiple orgasms. orgasm denial. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals. Praise kink.

Deeper and deeper... - part 4 - about 4k words - Trans Patton, sub!Patton, dom!Janus, tist!Janus. hypnosis, dubcon, programming/mind control, corruption kink. smattering of angst thrown in there. assurance kink. masturbation, degradation and praise, magic, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, obedience, orgasm control, crying, kissing. use of ‘pussy’ and ‘cunt’ to describe a trans man’s genitals.

NSFS HUMAN AU

trapped in a brainwashing facility - 3.6k words, roceit, hypnokink/brainwashing, dubcon, pretty heavy fantasy, open/’unhappy’ ending, missing memories, uses of subliminal messaging on the characters - semi horror/erotic thriller

sleepxiety and motorcycles - 970 words, semi-public, swearing, dirty talk, coming untouched (ish), sub!virgil dom!remy.

NSFS FANTASY/MONSTERFUCKER/TECHNOPHILIA

Big dragon, little prince - 2.8k words, Logince. top!Logan bottom!Roman, dom!Logan sub!Roman. Fantasy au. Pre-established relationship, monsterfucking. Dirty talk/degredation. Size kink. Brief mention of attempted murder at the start (monster hunters).

big dragon, little prince 2: now the dragon has 2 cocks - 3.4k words. Roceit. Mentioned Logince. Top!Janus, bottom!Roman, dom!Janus sub!roman. fantasy au. Pre-established Logince. Monsterfucking, dirtytalk/degredation. Size kink. Hemipenis/double penetration. Frotting. Janus uses they/them.

field research - about 4k words. sub/bottom Virgil, top/dom Remus, trans!virgil, referring to a trans man's genitalia as cunt and pussy, anal, double penetration, aphrodisiacs, intox/mild cnc/mild mind-altering substance, talk of breeding, overstim, monsterfucking, tentacles and monstercock.

untitled vampire logan logince fic - about 2k words. Vampire!Logan, logince, mind control/hypnosis, dubcon, vampiric thralls (fun fact, first fic i ever posted here and it's sat at 69 notes for months which still makes me laugh)

admin privileges - about 2.8k words -logince, sub logan dom roman. hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

NSFS CANON COMPLIANT

just download ur bf a new brain! - roughly 4k words. Logince, sub!roman dom!logan, hypnotist logan, brainwashing, brainwashing via subliminals in music, descriptions of trance and dropping, cnc.

intrulogical hypno shenanigans - 4.6k words. Intrulogical, implied introloceit. sub!Remus dom!Logan. uses ‘master’ and ‘pet/baby boy/good boy’ as titles. Edging, trancing, and some good ol’ fashion boning. Contains an induction.

sequel to the above fic but now intruloceit - 4k words, threesome, hypnosis, dom!Logan, sub!Remus, sub!Janus, some initial anxieties, kink negotiation mid-sex, mantras, uses of ‘master/sir’ and ‘baby/baby boy/good boy/etc’ as titles

soft moceit hypnofic - about 3.6k words, moceit, dom/tist!Janus, sub!Patton, hypnosis, trance, a written induction of sorts, dubcon, gentle vibes, crying. Written pre-SvSs/POF

a book to turn off your brain - 2.6k words. loceit, sub!logan dom!janus, no actual fucking. Hypnosis via reading. Mindlessness, slow fall, implied hands-free-orgasm at the end, cnc

bimbo virgil - about 1k words. analogical, sub!virgil dom!logan, hypnokink, dumbification/bimbofication, trance, no actual sex, mirrors, uses titles like ‘master’ and ‘whore’.

janus gets double dommed - roughly 1.5k words. dom!logan, dom!roman, sub!janus. roloceit. no actual sex, just trance. Induction is written out. use of 'good boy' as praise. hypnosis.

NSFS THOMASxSIDE

Teacher's pet - About 3.5k words. Dom!Logan, Sub!Thomas. Teacher/student roleplay. Both degradation and praise, use of ‘sir’ and ‘good boy’. A little ...feet...play? it was accidental but it’s hot i promise.

The One Where Roman Ties Him Up And Fucks Him Silly - 3.6k words. Bondage/BDSM, sub!Thomas, dom!Roman, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hypnosis, voice kink, royalty kink, royalty/servant dynamic (sort of) use of titles like ‘my king’, and ‘good boy’.

Well um there we go i guess i'll update it with more as I write them?? maybe?? probably.

and damn. ive written more than i expected won't lie. if you want reccs from me, i think the brainwashing facility one, the dukexiety monsterfucking one, bimbo virgil, my OC one and just all the superhero ones are the best

#not safe for sanders #nsfs fic #dj writes #dj monologues #dj's masterpost #this took me like an hour and a half to assemble #updated to include a better content warning for the superhero au #last edited 4/4/2024 #added the robot one and pt 4 superhero

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Siren Boy

Janus foolishly sings along to a siren song and somehow ends up with a siren interested in something other than murdering him.

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Warnings: minor injury

Pairings: pre-romantic roceit

Word count: 2177

Notes:

a fic for day 5 of Roceit Week (this should've been posted yesterday but I got distracted reading lol). The prompt was 'duet' and this fic... barely fits into that. LIke, such a loose thread it's barely visible. but still I wrote something. it's not my best work but this fandom needs a more saturated mermaid fic market, so, here you go.

Reblog to let Roman kiss the pretty human.

I hope you enjoy!!

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Janus sighed, leaning against the railings of the ship he was currently sailing on and looking out across the endless sea towards the horison. 

His job paid well but got incredibly boring incredibly quickly. He wasn’t part of the crew that scurried back and forth across the deck. He wasn’t even really a sailor, despite what he told the people who hired him. 

And despite his affinity for the sea, Janus really had no place on boats amongst sailors, not really. 

He was a child of a siren and a human, born with human legs and thus useless to his aquatic kin, born with scales and fangs and a voice like silk which made his hated by the humans he was stuck with.

But Janus had made do, survived, grown up. He’d worked out how to utilise people’s paranoia and his own talents for money to make a living, worked out how to talk his way onto ships and make a living on the sea, even if part of him wished to be in it, rather than drifting atop it. 

It was mostly pirate crews he was able to get on board with because they were most suspicious of the sea, although they were the most unpleasant to be aboard with too. Pirates - despite being the most likely to hire him - were also the most likely to mistreat him and underpay him. One incredibly nasty captain had even attempted to take his scales whilst he was sleeping. But that was a story for another time.

For now, Janus was actually aboard a royal ship (an amazing opportunity for him, royals payed very well, actually) and his job was to protect the travelling family against the lure of his own kind, the sirens who lurked in the waters and hoped the drag the glittering royals into the sea using song that did not effect Janus. 

Which was why they hired him. Because of his siren heritage, Janus wasn’t effected by siren song, meaning that if he heard it, he could warn the crew and passengers and make sure they stayed below deck until the sirens had given up. He was supposed to protect them. 

Right now it was night. He and the lookouts up in the crows nest were the only ones out on deck and sirens rarely attacked this far out from their cosats anyway. So instead of really paying attention like he should be, Janus was resting his chin on an arm on the banister, looking out to the open sea and occasionally throwing a small jewel (a pile of which he’d stolen from the royal safe, because he would be long gone before they ever found out and he didn’t really care) as far as he could and listening for the satisfying splash sound they made. 

And maybe the reason he was so startled when he heard the first notes of drifting song was because he was not paying attention. That didn’t mean he didn’t snap into action immediately upon feeling the little tug on the edges of his mind - for him it was light enough to brush off easily, not so much for the other humans on board the boat. He whistled twice, sharp and loud, through his fingers to alert the others on the deck to get inside. He couldn’t let the sirens hurt anyone, or the only reputation that allowed him any income at all would be ruined. 

Luckily for him, he’d caught the sound of song early enough for the lookouts to get inside so that Janus could bolt the doors from the outside and return to the railings with a lanturn to look around and see if he could spot the culprits of the song.

He couldn’t see anyone yet, they must still be under the water, but he could hear the notes of the song clear as day and strangely enough he found he actually… recognised the tune? That was a first. 

There was no harm in humming along, right? The song was familiar, a shanty he had heard often enough aboard pirate vessels, he was pretty sure. He hadn’t heard it enough to know the words off of the top of his head, but he knew the melody well enough to join in. 

Only a minute or so later, the song ceased and Janus thought for a second that the siren had given up until he heard a loud splash. He yelped, before narrowing his eyes at the water, he still couldn’t see anyone… 

He leaned further over the railing, lowering the lanturn towards the water below in hopes to get a better view. Seconds later he realised how stupid of a thing to do that was as his hand slipped on the railing, he barely had a second to slam his eyes shut before he began to fall. He cried out, though he already knew it was useless because minutes previously he’d locked everyone else below deck. 

He’d expected to fall, hit the water and either be drowned or ripped apart and eaten by the creatures that were probably swarming down there. He expected to succumb to a fate he had been so sure he was immune to. 

Something grabbed his ankle and Janus cried out as his whole body jerked- momentum from the fall stopping so abruptly it had pain shooting through his ankle to the point where he was slightly worried he was injured worse than a bruise. But his main worry right now was not his potentially sprained ankle, but what the hell had caught him in the first place. 

Janus tried to look back up at the boat from where he was dangling and when he did his eyes were immediately caught by a pair that glittered like rubies in the starlight. They lit up when Janus caught their eye, grinning wide enough to show sharp teeth not unlike Janus’ own. 

“Careful,” They said, smirking, their voice sounding foreign in a way Janus had never heard on his travelled, “You might fall if you lean too far over.”

“A little late for that warning, don’t you think?” Janus said, a little breathlessly, he was starting to get a little light headed from hanging upside down for too long, “Any chance yuo could lift me up?”

They pouted, “Not even a thank you?”

“Thank you,” Janus said, trying to keep his tone as sincere and panic free and the growing nausea, “Very much for catching me, I really appreciate having my life saved, but if I hang here much longer I fear I might pass out.”

“Alright alright,” They said, rolling their eyes before finally hoisting Janus up over the ship railing and letting him sprawl onto his back on the deck and catch his breath, “That was close, lucky I was here, huh?”

Janus huffed, sitting up and turning to the stranger, who was sill lying draped across the boat’s railing, chin now resting on a hand. It was dark, but now that Janus had the ship’s lanterns aiding his eyes (he had unfortunately dropped his in his fall) he could mostly see their whole appearance and… oh god. 

“You’re-” Janus started.

“A siren? Yes, well observed,” They said, still grinning. Their bright red hair was long and streaked with gold, the fins on their ears and arms as well as their dorsal which Janus could see clearly were a translucent pinkish red, dotted with glittering sparks though they drooped in the open air. Their tail was mostly hidden, hanging down the outside of the boat and thus lost from Janus’ eyes to the darkness. 

And a pretty big thing that Janus could definitely see, was how shirtless this guy was. 

Of course he was shirtless, because merfolk didn’t have shirts, but Janus didn’t realise before just now how bad of a position that put him in, because he was far too gay and shaken up to deal with all of this right now.

Why had the siren who’d tried to lure him into the water saved him anyway? Where was the logic in that?

“Like what you see, sweetie?” They said with a smirk, Janus tore his gaze away, looking off in the other direction out of spite.

“Shut up,” Janus said, “What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be in the water with the other fish?”

“Ooooh someone’s upset, guess I hit a nerve,” The siren said, wow, really mature, “You’re rude, I literally saved you! Does it matter why I’m here?”

“Surely it was your intention to lure me into the water?” Janus said, still looking away, “Why would you save me?”

The siren was silent for a moment just long enough for Janus to give in and look back, only to find them watching him with an odd expression. 

“Because you sang back to me- it was fun to sing with you rather than alone…” they said eventually, “No-one’s ever done that before, I was curious.”

“Right,” Janus said, turning his attention to his ankle - just for something to do other than look at the (very pretty, don’t think about that) siren. He pulled off his shoe and sock and sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the action caused. His ankle was indeed swollen and bruised, sprained at least. There was a crash next to him and the siren let out a loud ‘oof’, Janus turned to find that they had fallen from the railing onto the deck next to him, whether intentionally or not, Janus didn’t really care.

“Apologies,” They said, “That was incredibly inelegant of me.”

Janus huffed and went back to inspecting his injured ankle. Maybe it wasn’t wise to ignore the siren, who could certainly be quite deadly to him if they wanted to be.

He was aware than in his peripheral that they were slowly shifting closer to him, but they also seemed to think they were being sneaky, so Janus pretended not to notice for now.

That was until they reached over and brushed their clawed fingers over his injured ankle - although lightly - earning them a sharp elbow to the shoulder and a loud hiss as Janus backed away. Part of his mind told him that such a reaction was horribly animalistic, but he knew that was the people who found him and raised him talking and he tried really hard not to care right now as the siren seemed to wilt a little bit.

“I didnt mean to hurt you,” They said softly, sitting back to leave a fair amount of space between them both, “I could heal you- but- um- you probably wouldn’t want me to, so, it’s fine.”

“Why on earth would I not want to be healed?” Janus said, glaring, though mostly he just felt confused. He might not trust the siren, but he knew they had a whole range of useful abilities when they weren’t trying to kill you, so why…

“Because I would have to kiss you,” Roman said, “And your reaction to that touch a second ago made me think you might be against that-”

“Kiss me?” Janus yelped, the siren made a hand gesture as if to say ‘I told you so’, “I don’t even know your name!”

“My name is Roman - why exactly is that a prerequisite for me healing you?”

“Okay, Roman,” Janus said, coming to the realisation that they probably didn’t know what a kiss insinuated in human culture, he took a deep breath and attempted to explain as shortly as he could, though his face was pretty red by the end of it anyway.

“Romantic interest?” Roman said, tilting their head a little, “Like- mates?”

“Um, yes, well-” Janus answered, frowning, he was glad he knew enough about sirens for this, otherwise it would make conversations like this so much more difficult, “The first time you kiss someone probably happens before that, to, uh, express attraction for someone? But it’s quite intimate and I have hesitations.”

Roman hummed, tail swishing a little where it was now draped across the deck of the boat. Janus was frankly astonished by how big the fin was, enough that Janus could probably lay across the entire fin with spare roon. He’d always assumed they were smaller. 

“But if it’s just to heal what I hurt,” Roman said slowly, “Then surely it would be ok?”

Janus considered for a moment, wondered why the idea of kissing Roman didn’t seem even remotely as horrible an idea as it should have. In fact, a large part of him really wanted to say yes. 

“And besides, you are very attractive, I wouldn’t mind kissing you the other way too.” Roman said nonchalantly, looking away. Janus tried to get his suddenly flaming blush under control whilst Roman wasn’t looking. 

“Just healing,” Janus said eventually, “We can uh- circle back to the other way later.”

“...Fine, just healing,” Roman hugged, reaching out a hand with a smirk on their face, “For now,”

Janus hesitated, before pulling in a deep breath of cold night air and taking Roman’s hand. 

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @reptilianrapscallion420 @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

@roceit2023

#sanders sides #roceit #roman sanders #janus sanders #ts roceit #ts roman #ts janus #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #rowans writings

[moss-sprout]

Hello! I’m curious how you feel about Roceit for the shipping bingo! :3

Roceit!!:D

Honeessstlyyy Roceit pre SvS redux is honestly cute and I could see myself liking it if there was more!! But the recent divorce from the aftermath is so messy 😭

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#sanders sides #btw im not hating on roceit!! its just too messy for me aspokafjpeo #i understand the appeal tho #thanks for the ask!!<3

[chemically-imbalanced-emo]

Last To Know

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (For language & like 2 sex jokes)

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Platonic Anxceit, Romantic Roceit (Pining, Pre-Relationship)

Word Count: 2326

Also Available On AO3 !!!

"You're early."

"Yeah well, Logan got most of the planning done yesterday so it didn't take too long." Virgil walked into Janus' room, purple blanket bundled in his arms, promptly dropping himself down onto the bed. "You're picking the show tonight, right?"

"If you'd like. I trust you know it's just going to be the same as every other time I pick, though." Janus smiled slightly, locking the door and walking over to the shelf of DVDs next to the dresser.

"I'd expect nothing less, Fangs." He replied sarcastically.

A minute passed in comfortable silence, filled with nothing but quiet breathing and the shuffling of the casings on the DVDs as Janus looked through them. Virgil's gaze traveled over to the closet, more specifically the mural painted on the doors. The delicate figures of Eurydice and Orpheus stood out from the dark wood. Virgil had painted that months prior, a request from Janus that the side was oddly anxious to ask for. He was proud of that piece in particular; He was never good at painting people-

His daydreaming was cut short by an annoyed hiss coming from the other, who was now crouched down on the floor, shoving the DVD cases around. Laughing quietly, Virgil called out from the bed.

"It's next to the record player. You left it out last time we watched it, remember?"

Another second passed before Janus answered under his breath, "Thank you."

"Damn, no insult at the door and a thank you? You're feeling generous today, Jan."

He didn't get an answer that time, only another hiss followed by the sound of the DVD player closing. Rolling his eyes, he sat up and moved over, making room on the bed for Janus to sit next to him.

This was weirdly one of Virgil's favourite times. As much as he loved the needlessly messy mornings spent baking with Patton, the energetic sessions spent ranting with Logan, and even Roman's attempts at bonding through storytelling. Of course, that last one a bit less so. Really, who told Roman an actual dragon was a good idea?

Well anyways, none of those even held a candle to the nights spent back in Janus' room. As much as Virgil would deny it, he did really miss the snake. Missed his stupid sarcasm and the conversations had mostly through intelligible hand gestures and weird, animal-like hissing, and Remus randomly dropping in. (Sometimes literally, the ceiling would never truly recover.)

It was hard to realise sometimes that it was actually happening. That his leaving the dark side didn't make him permanently lose his best friend, as he'd feared. That he could still have these quiet evenings filled with small, meaningless conversations and the Friends intro that Janus would always refuse to skip.

A wave of anxiety snapped him out of his own thoughts, and Virgil looked over at Janus, concerned. He had felt some anxiety in the room but this was much more than the normal amount. This room was Janus' safe space, the fear level was always relatively low.

"You okay? You're kinda shaking."

"I'm fine," Janus answered shortly. "Just a bit cold in here."

It wasn't of course. Despite how natural the lie sounded, it was easy to tell that even his cold-bloodedness was not what was causing his anxiety. Virgil's eyes flickered down to his friend's hands.

"You're wearing your gloves. What's wrong?"

"Why would something be wrong?" He hissed, rolling his eyes. "Is it so wrong for me to leave them on?"

"Of course not, you just never do. You always keep them off in here." Virgil waited, and continued when he didn't get a response. "I can feel your panic from here, Janus. Talk to me."

"That's awfully annoying, you know," Janus snapped. "My emotions are private, you can't just walk in with your little 'fear detector' and demand some sort of explanation. I don't owe you anything."

Raising his eyebrows, Virgil sat up more, turning to properly face the other. He was breathing heavily, as if already self-regulating his breaths. His hands were still shaking, fists clenched, making the fabric of his gloves stretch around his knuckles. And while his snake eye was perfectly normal, his human one was wide, determinedly staring straight at the TV, the ceiling, anything but back at Virgil.

"I know you don't owe me anything, Dee. But I want to help you, and I can't do that if you won't tell me what's scaring you."

"Well it's a good thing I totally asked you to help, isn't it? Honestly, it's like you're not even listen-" Janus cut himself off when Virgil grabbed his hands suddenly. "What do you think you're doing, Anxiety?"

Virgil smirked, clearly amused at Janus' attempt to insult him, and let go of his hands.

"Jeez, you really haven't gotten any less dramatic have you?" He laughed lightly. "Listen, I know my 'fear detector' pisses you off, but you have to admit it's not exactly fun when I literally have to tell you the truth about everything."

Janus opened his mouth to object, closing it again when he realised he'd once again lost this argument. Virgil grinned.

"So I'm gonna ask again, do you wanna talk about whatever's bothering you? Because it must be pretty bad if you don't even feel safe enough to take your gloves off."

This time, Janus hesitated, looking back at the TV before answering, his voice much softer than before.

"Not right now. I do want to tell you, but can it wait a bit? I'm still somewhat thinking it through myself."

"Yeah Scales, of course." Virgil agreed quickly, pausing before looking down at his own hands. "I didn't upset you too much, did I? I know I overthink a lot but I really didn't mean to come off as pushy. I wanna help, but you don’t have to tell me anything you don't want to, and I don't want to make you feel like I'll be mad if you don't want to share something personal."

When he didn't receive an immediate answer, he looked up at Janus, hands starting to nervously tap on his legs. Janus was staring back, eyes wide with disbelief and confusion, before smiling softly. It was a smile Virgil had been so used to in childhood, and even though he was able to see it more now, it still filled him with a sort of bittersweet nostalgia.

"Goodness, we really are awful at this friendship thing aren’t we?" Janus sighed, before looking down at his gloves. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully pulled them off, placing them down gently on the bedside table. Looking back over, he took Virgil's hands in his own.

"I promise I'm not angry with you, Spider. If I was, you and I both know you wouldn't still be in my room."

"I just thought-"

"You think a lot of things. And most of them only exist to satisfy your own self-depreciation." He smirked at Virgil rolling his eyes in response. "A deal, then. If at any point I call out a lie, if you truly do not want me to know, simply snap…" He snapped his fingers. "And I will let it go. No strings attached. If you don't, I'll know you're okay with me pushing, despite your stubbornness to tell me. However, I expect you to do the same with your power. Sound fair enough?"

Virgil was openly smiling now, barely holding back a laugh. "Yeah. Yeah, that's fine…" He chuckled. "God this is so cringy."

Janus' soft smile immediately dropped, leaving his usual annoyed expression.

"Tell me, do you have to ruin every heartfelt moment with jokes?"

"It's part of the brand. Sorry, Fangs."

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They went back to watching after that, the silence more comfortable than tense now that the problem was… well, not quite fixed, but settled, at least for the moment.

Virgil subconsciously watched the minutes pass on the clock, thoughts still stuck on the (albeit now softer) pulses of wavering nervousness coming from his friend. Whatever was bothering Janus had clearly only started recently, or Virgil certainly would've realised last time he'd been here.

Maybe Patton had insulted Janus again, and he was just upset or insecure. That had happened before, it wouldn't be too unbelievable.

Or maybe something was wrong with Remus, at least more than usual. But he'd been acting normal lately. At least, for him.

Or maybe…

Virgil's eyes snapped up as a hand grabbed one of his own, squeezing it once. He looked over at Janus, who was looking determinedly at the T.V. Smiling, he squeezed back.

After a moment he looked away from their joined hands, startling slightly when he saw Janus staring at him.

"Dee? You uh... You okay?"

"I was out in the Imagination yesterday…" Janus said quietly.

"Are you hurt?"

"No! No, I wasn't…" He sighed. "I was in Roman's half. Nothing in there would hurt a fly."

"Oh, yeah Ro isn't really the type to-" Virgil cut himself off, taking note of Janus' rigid form. "Wait, why were you in there?"

"No particular reason."

"Calling bullshit on that-"

"Anyway!" Virgil smirked as Janus rolled his eyes. "My reason for being there doesn't matter. What I wanted to say was that I ran into Roman while I was there."

Both of Janus' hands were back in his lap now, the right one scratching at the scales on his left.

Virgil tilted his head, confused. At first, he'd assumed Roman was injured, and Janus was just worried about how to break the news to everyone. But that thought was quickly diminished when he noticed the anxiety pulsing off his friend.

Or, more accurately, the lack of anxiety.

Janus' body language was textbook nervousness, identical to how he'd been acting before. Yet Virgil couldn't sense anything. No panic, no fear, nothing.

"Did... Something happen?" He asked slowly.

The other didn't answer verbally, just nodding his head slightly. He was silent for another moment before taking a breath and shaking his head.

"I... I was out by the castle. The one with the gold fountain and the rose garden."

Virgil nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"I was upset. You know how I feel about people seeing me cry. I just wanted to be alone. Roman wasn't supposed to be there. I had thought he was busy with Logan."

Mentally noting to ask why the other was upset, Virgil frowned. "He wasn't mad at you, was he? I mean you know he said you could go in whenever after the-"

"He wasn't," Janus stressed. "He wasn't angry at all. He just... Sat there. He just sat next to me and held my hand. He didn't even ask why I was in his garden."

"I don't get it, Jay. Did you want him to yell at you or something? If it was him touching you I'm sure he'd apologise if you told him you didn't want him to without asking-"

Virgil was cut off by a hand (his own, he noticed) covering his mouth. It fell almost immediately, And Janus muttered an apology.

"He's perfect, Virgil. That insufferable prince makes me feel safe and protected and I hate it. I..."

He gestured his hands wildly in front of him before dropping them and finally looking Virgil in the eye.

"I think I like him, Annie." He breathed.

"Wait what?"

But it seemed Janus was done talking now, just staring down at his own hands.

"Janus I don't..." He paused, considering his words carefully. "I don't know how to tell you this, but the only person who doesn't know you like Roman is you."

…

"What?"

Okay, bad response, maybe he fucked this up. Possibly. Maybe.

"Well maybe not everyone! Maybe just like a few people. I mean Logan is like totally clueless in that aspect, right? I'm pretty sure Remus propositioned him yesterday and he asked when Remus got into business. So there's like no way he knows! It's really not-" He was cut off by his own hand again, and this time he was grateful. (Really, how long was he planning on talking?)

"Are you telling me…" Janus started slowly, raising his eyes to meet Virgil's. "That Roman has been aware of this. This entire time?"

Wincing slightly, Virgil nodded slightly, leaning back to avoid the inevitable yelling that was about to start.

…

Any second now…

Or… not?

"That absolute menace." Janus hissed, throwing his hands down, letting the other talk again in the process.

"Dee come on it's not that bad-"

"No. He does not get to just get away with that. I'll show that prissy little…"

Before Virgil was able to say anything, Janus was gone, slamming the door behind him. Fully collapsing back on the bed, Virgil sighed. This was going to be... Interesting.

"Finally! God, even I was getting tired of that shit."

Virgil definitely did not scream, or jump up, fully standing on the bed, thank you very much. Nor did his breath hitch as he watched a dark shadow leech out from under the bed, almost building onto itself until Remus was standing in front of him, a smirk on his face.

"Hey Emo~"

"Remus! What the fuck, man?"

"Oh blah blah blah, complain later. You just brought the end of six months of the most painful pining I have ever had to watch. I could kiss you!"

"Please don't." Virgil laughed, still slightly out of breath, lowering himself down to sit next to the duke.

"Yeah, fair enough," Remus snorted. "Anyways, $10 says Double Dee kicks my brother's ass?" He held a hand out towards Virgil, who looked at him shocked.

"You- We are not betting on-" He scoffed, pausing when Remus simply raised an eyebrow, keeping his hand where it was.

After a moment, Virgil gave in, shaking the other's hand reluctantly.

"$20 says Ro kisses him before he even gets the chance."

"Oh, you are so on!"

#sanders sides #deceit sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #platonic anxceit #roceit #remus sanders

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Moxiety Week Masterlist 🩵💜

Day 1: Cuddles/Stuffed Animals Oneshot | Word Count: 380 | Pre-AA | Platonic

Day 2: Birthday/Surprise Oneshot | Word Count: 825 | Human AU | Romantic | & implied/background Logince, Dukeceit

Day 3: Roleswap/AU | Part 2 Multi-part | Incomplete | Light Side!Virgil Dark Side!Patton AU | Platonic/Pre-Relationship

Day 4: Movie Night Oneshot | Word Count: 651 | Canonverse | Romantic

Day 5: Falling Asleep Oneshot | Word Count: 396 | Canonverse | Romantic

Day 6: Learning to Dance Oneshot | Word Count: 1289 | Royalty AU | Romantic | & background Roceit

Day 7: Gift Exchange Oneshot | Word Count: 2009 | High School AU | Romantic | & Loceit

#thursday writes #my writing #ts sanders sides #moxiety week #moxiety

[anxiouslyfred]

Deceitber 2019

So in 2019 I did this prompt list of fics that I want to add to my master list of series things I’ve done and that’s basically my reason for making this list. I barely remember it anymore so fun times rereading and remembering it all

Stolen Hat - Logan steals Deceit’s hat to try and understand lies more

Warm Scarf - Roceit - Roman tries making a few things to help Deceit stay warm.

Cozy Sweater - Anxceit - Deceit wants a jumper to curl up in so steals Virgil’s

Cold Hands - Roceit - Deceit uses holding hands as a way to warm his up

Sick Snake - Deceit looks after snakes in the imagination and makes a threat when Roman finds a sick on to get more change brought.

Homemade Soup - Anxceit - Deceit comforts Virgil through something

Pretty Lights - Anxceitmus - Remus joins their blanket nest and shares how he’s been tormenting the light sides

Fuck Society - Anxecitmus - The Dark Sides react to Remus reading a newspaper

Frozen Lips - Roceit and Anxceit - Roman takes Deceit for a walk in the imagination then lets Virgil warm him up.

Holiday Treats - Dukeceit make a gingerbread battle field

Meteor Shower - Anxceit - Virgil convinces Deceit to go and watch a meteor shower

Christmas Music - A tactical retreat from Patton and Remus’s signing is made to the imagination

Lit Candles - Deceit’s apartment is lit by candlelight (secretly Deceit’s apartment from Death and Clouds)

Peppermints - Dad Deceit and Creativitwins make peppermint creams together

Soft Blankets - Deceit curls up in a blanket pile

Fuzzy Socks - King Creativiceit - Janus goes to find warmth, finds the king knitting socks

Fireplace - The Dark sides have a fireplace, Anxceit cuddle

Dreary Darkness - Thomas looks at the secondary colours of his sides and decides to get to know Deceit better

Family Time - Thomas is curious about his Dark sides

Pleasant Heat - Deceit warms his room up with candles and piles of blankets

Feeling Loved - Parental Prinxiety celebrating their first Christmas since adopting Dee

Decoration Mishap - Logan mentioned disliking the commercialisation of Christmas, got traditional homemade decorations for the Dark sides, including candles on the tree

Star Shapes - King Creativiceit - King Creativity and Deceit discuss patterns and stories in the stars

Gift Exchange - Remus and Deceit try to plan a traditional Christmas with Virgil visiting and get corrected to their preferred one.

Movie Marathon - Thomas joins the dark sides for a movie marathon

Dry Scales - Roceit and Dukeceit - Remus teaches (scolds) Roman on the skin care that Deceit needs due to the scales on his skin.

Hot Water - Roceit - Deceit seek out hot springs and quiet, gets joined by Roman

Holiday Sales - Virgil needs stuff from the holiday sales, Janus suggests Remus goes instead

Winter Wonderland - Possibly Anxceit - Deceit comforts Virgil through a visit to a crowded tourist attraction

Cuddle Pile - Dukexiety becoming Anxceitmus - in the background of the series pre-Janus acceptance arc

Fireworks - Virgil’s anxious about a New Years Firework display, Remus has a unique solution to get the fire working.

#fic masterlist #deceitber

[threecrowsinatrenchcoat]

You asked for questions, I'm going to think of a few, fair warning 😉🥰

Starting with:

How much planning do you do for Archduke? Do you have the entire story already outlined? Do you know how many chapters (roughly) there's going to be?

So many lovely questions, Nici, thank you!

Ok here we go: Ok so Archduke is a little weird because it is directly adapted from the book/Chinese drama 'Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation', or 'the Untamed'. It's set in my own D&D world of Aeonia, and of course altered to fit that world. But the major story beats are roughly the same. I also took the alternating present-past structure from the source material, albeit with some modifications (because the original goes 5 episodes present, 50 episodes past, 20 episodes present or some such nonsense)

SO that's the long way around of me saying that technically yes, the story is outlined, but I myself did not outline it. I did take note of which storylines/subplots/character dynamics I wanted to include and which ones to leave out, as well as roughly what order things need to occur in AND be revealed in. So I can say the story is probably about halfway-to-two thirds finished at this point. But that's about the extent of my pre-planning, and I kinda just wing it from there.

The Roceit was completely unintentional, but Roman just decided he was gonna do it anyway.

#kye answers #writing asks #archduke of demonic cultivation

[scenecipriano]

Curse of The Fold (2)

Chapter Two: The Witch of The Woods 

Description: The year was 1692, a time where women, children, and men feared for their lives of possibly being accused of witchcraft. Two men though, don’t allow this mass hysteria to come between them. Even though the madness Janus and Roman manage to keep their relationship a secret…That is until the summer of 1692.“The only thing that could hurt us. Is the curse of the fold.”

Characters: Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Remus Sanders, Janus Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, and Thomas Sanders

Relationships: Roman/Janus

TW: Unsympathetic Patton, Unsympathetic Remus, major character death, death by hanging, death by fire, executions, witch trials.

Other(s): Based on Salem Witch Trials and not fully historically accurate.

Chapter TW: murder, fire, mentions of drowning, child death mention, executions mentioned

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February 15th, 1692 Salem Massachusetts

It took everything within Janus to keep his composure, once he’s sure he’s far away from Roman, Janus lets out the breath he was holding in. What was he thinking? Conversing with a townsman like that? After what they’ve put him through… Well, Janus supposes he can’t fully blame Roman for what happened eight years ago.

‘ Smoke fills the starry autumn sky, Janus wasn’t sure what to expect, maybe his parents had just built a bonfire, maybe his mother accidentally burned supper again, there were so many possibilities but this wasn’t one of them.

A startled gasp falls from Janus’ mouth as he stares on in horror as his family home burns, screams could be heard from the inside. Janus wants to run towards the flames, but the gaggle of men that surrounded the small cottage held him back.

The men hooted and hollered as they clank their mugs of beer together, taking in big gulps.

“That’ll teach them no good bone witches to show their faces around here,” one of them slurs.

Janus feels his heartache, all because of something these fools could not understand his parents were condemned to die in a horrible blaze.’

Janus shakes his head and breathes deeply, that was the past, this is now. He’s gonna keep his parent’s memories alive by living. Even if that means hiding out in these woods until the threat of witch hunts dies down.

He sighs and grimaces down at his grimey looking shirt, “Shame that my bath was ruined, I’ll go back tomorrow and try to clean up then, couldn’t risk Roman possibly getting the idea of drowning me.”

Janus hates being scared of the possibility of being killed, the people within the town weren’t open-minded to people like him. Witches weren’t real, or perhaps they are and the idiots in the town choose to go after the people with a unique charm to them.

Like with his parents, the drunks that killed them called them bone witches, Janus wasn’t even sure what a ‘bone witch’ even did. All his parents ever done was use animal bones in order to make medicines to sell in the next town over, something that Janus himself picked up after their deaths.

He has to make money somehow in order to live off of more than just berries, nuts, and the occasional rabbit.

Janus sighs as he drags his hand over the dying blueberry bushes that were scattered all around these woods.

“Such a shame that even the prettiest of flowers perish in the coldest of winters… Just like all of those poor souls who met their end by the rope,” he mumbles as he strokes a browning leaf.

Janus remembers watching the first two executions go down, the poor girls were as young as seventeen and even four-years-old. He had to force himself to look away once the stump that held them up was yanked from under their feet.

Janus shakes his head and looks up into the sky, “Is this what you planned for us? To murder each other only because a handful of people decided to claim they saw one of their brethren with your least favorite child? Because if it was, that is just cruel of you.”

He sighs and continues his trek, Janus knows that it wasn’t God’s fault, but he needed someone to blame, someone other than that idiotic townsfolk that had no idea what they were doing.

Familiar scorched land comes up as Janus continues to walk, maybe if he would just move closer to town instead of staying on the burnt remains of his childhood home, things would be better for him. That was a huge maybe, but Janus wasn’t going to risk it.

Standing on the land that used to hold a two-bedroom cottage, now holds a one-bedroom cottage that Janus built from his own two hands at the age of sixteen. It wasn’t perfect, the ceiling sloped and the floors weren’t even remotely straight, but it was something Janus could and would always call home.

Janus smiles when he’s greeted with a soft mew from above, he looks up and sees the tabby cat that came to him last year lounging on a low hanging branch.

“Why, hello there Astrid. Keeping an eye on the place, hm?” Janus asks as he reaches up to scratch behind the cat’s ear, he chuckles as she leans into the touch.

Somehow, Astrid made him think of Roman. The way the taller man’s face grew red with every light-hearted jab Janus made, or the way his eyes lit up when Janus pressed a kiss to his hand.

Perhaps some of the townsmen weren’t so bad…

“I suppose I could give them another try… what do you think, Astrid?”

Astrid meows loudly before jumping down, landing on Janus’ left shoulder. She nuzzles her head against his mop of strawberry blonde hair.

Janus chuckles and continues to make his way into his home, “I agree… I believe Salem needs a visit from the ole’ ‘Witch in the woods,’ it’s been a while.”

‘ I might even be able to run into Roman again… We’ll leave it up for the fates to decide.’

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A/N: I’m not sure if I wanna update this one Sundays, or update on Sundays and Fridays- let me know what ya’ll think ^.^

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#sanders sides #janus sanders #roman sanders #pre-roceit #tw fire #tw death #tw murder #tw child death mention #tw executions mentioned #tw drowning mentioned #tw unsympathetic patton #tw unsympathetic remus #let me know if I need to tag anything else

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | next

Summary: Janus and Roman tour different places to see if they're good for their film. And it goes great in case you were wondering...

Pairing: pre-romantic roceit

Warnings: disability, jealousy, painful past, food mentions, low self esteem and self depricating thoughts. Be sure to let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,712

Hello everyone! It's that time of the week again! This chapter's first half is still by the incredible @prince-rowan-of-the-forest ! And the other half is finally by me! My part will be in purple text so you'll know when it starts and from that point on all the chapters will be my own writing! Thanks again for anyone who reads this and for @prince-rowan-of-the-forest for letting me adopt this wonderful fic^^

Sorry for the long intro, hope you enjoy!

His father had been ecstatic when he found out that Janus was meeting someone outside of school. He knew that his dad worried a lot about Janus’ lack of friends in school and he had tried at first. It had been better when he had Virgil and after he had been ditched he’d tried to keep Virgil’s absence a secret from his dad. He’d started saying that Virgil was too busy to come over or that they had still been hanging out in school but eventually his dad had figured out what had happened. The man wasn’t stupid, after all.

So when Janus asked for a lift to the coffee shop the man had been incredibly excited. He had needed to sit through the ten minute drive being fired question after question. Which was- annoying, but tolerable.

“Have fun!” His dad called as he climbed out of the passenger seat, “Don’t stay out too late-”

“I’ll totally be staying out here for eleven hours-” Janus said, rolling his eyes, they had agreed to meet at 11am. It’s not like Janus would be staying out all night.

“Text me when you want to be picked up,” His dad said, ignoring him, “Oh! And take this, buy yourself a slice of cake or something,”

His dad stuck his hand out of the car window and Janus shook his head, taking the 20$ bill.

“Goodbye,” Janus said, already backing away from the car.

“Remember to call me if you need anything!” He called even as he started to drive away at a snail’s pace, “My phone’s on if you need me, don’t be mean to your new friend! Have fun!!"

Janus just sighed as his dad pulled away, still waving out of the window. He loved his dad- he really did- but the guy could really be over the top sometimes.

Shaking his head to move his thoughts along, Janus straightened his capelet- what? if he got stared at anyway he may as well dress however he wanted, and if that was like a 19th-century noble, then so be it- and sighed before making his way into the coffee shop.

He had arrived about half an hour earlier than the time he and Roman had agreed upon so he wouldn’t have to worry about locating Roman in the slightly crowded shop. Instead he was able to pick a table closer to the back and sit down, resting his cane against the chair and picking up the paper menu tucked into a plastic holder that also displayed their table number- 17.

Whilst he waited Janus ordered a coffee using the bank card his father seemed to have forgotten that he had again. He’d probably keep the twenty anyway, his dad wouldn’t mind.

Roman arrived with all of his noise and grandeur forty minutes later. He had made Janus jump when he slammed his bag onto the table and stopped a minute to catch his breath before placing it on the floor and sitting down.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Roman apologised, shaking his head, “I just- ran all the way here, were you waiting long?”

“Not long,” Janus lied.

“You look- fancy,” Roman commented, looking over his outfit.

“You’re not exactly looking societally appropriate either,” Janus pointed out, it was true, Roman was wearing much more makeup than he usually wore in school, thick wings of eyeliner set off by sparkly gold eyeshadow that beautifully set off his green eyes, he wore dangly earrings and an open dress coat, under which he could see a loose shirt and a corset, paired eloquently with a skirt that reaches his shins So yeah, Janus wasn’t exactly the most extravagantly dressed person here, “You do know that we’re not attending a fantasy ball today, don’t you?”

“And you’re aware that you’re not the evil king’s sorcerer sent to the ball to seduce and kidnap the most handsome Prince?” Roman quipped back, leaning forward and raising an eyebrow. Was Roman… flirting with him? Is that what this was? But wasn’t he dating Virgil, or was this just part of the trick? this didn’t make any sense.

“Well obviously I wouldn’t be there for you, then,” Janus said instead of what he had really been thinking before mentally kicking himself for not coming up with something better when he saw Roman’s crestfallen expression, he hadn’t meant to hurt him. What the hell was he supposed to say now?

Fortunately Roman simply shook his head and smiled again, “Mind if I grab a coffee? Then we can go over what I have planned for today!”

“I don’t control you,” Janus shrugged, “Get whatever you want,”

“Uh- thanks? I think,” Roman said, looking momentarily confused before shaking his head again and taking the menu that Janus had left on the table. He looked at it for a moment before scrunching up his face in a way that Janus was pretty sure meant he was considering something.

“Hey, Janus?” Roman said, looking up at him, he raised an eyebrow, “Opinion on red velvet cake?”

“Oh, I hate it,” Janus said immediately, before panicking slightly, “Totally the worst cake flavour out there, I would just hate to be given a slice,”

He really hoped Roman would pick up on the sarcastic tone he had added to the second statement to amend the instinctual lie. From the way Roman barked out a laugh he guessed it had worked. Why the hell did Roman want to know his opinion on cake flavours anyway?

Roman went up to the bar to order because he just had to be extra like that, when he returned five minutes later he was carrying a tray that held two plates and a glass of the most obnoxious iced coffee Janus had ever seen, and he didn't even know coffee could be obnoxious.

"Why did you get two?" Janus asked, looking at the two slices of red velvet cake on the tray. Roman smiled at him.

"Didn't you say "Oh I would just hate to be given a slice by the best, most handsome group project partner ever?" Just now?" Roman asked, putting so much drama into the impersonation as he pushed one of the plates towards him, Janus stared.

"I don't talk like that," Janus said, "That was a terrible impression of me, but…. Thanks, I guess, as offensive as that was… "

"You're welcome!" Roman cheered, completely ignoring the rest of his statement as he dug into his cake, Janus just rolled his eyes and ate his own slice in silence.

About half an hour later the pair had left the coffee shop to embark on a route that Roman had up on his phone. Their first destination was the local church which was only a short walk. All the way there Roman kept up a stream of chatter. He didn't feel the need to stop talking unless Janus actually interjected, which was nicer than him needing to provide a back and forth.

Janus thought he might actually struggle to keep up with Roman's somewhat quick pace if he had to talk at the same time. When they finally arrived at the doors to the church, Janus had to lean on his cane in hopes to catch his breath without Roman noticing his struggles. He didn’t need pity from the guy, absolutely not, especially since- for some reason- Roman seemed to actually be respecting his existence as a human being at the moment.

“Alright,” Roman said, placing a hand on the large church doors,, “Hopefully there isn’t a service on right now or this’ll be really embarrassing,”

There wasn't, at the moment, much to Roman's clear relief. And they both walked inside. They stayed silent to respect the few people who were praying there as they checked the place out to see if it fits their intended film.

As Janus walked around the church he couldn't help the occasional glance to Roman's direction. The guy had a passionate gleam in his eyes as he looked around, smiling slightly and nodding to himself. Janus did not find it cute, definitely not. Not like it would matter if he did anyway..

They suddenly locked eyes and Roman gestured for them to go talk outside.

"So what do you think?" Roman asked as soon as they stepped outside.

"I don't know about you but I already have so many ideas about a bunch of scenes and…" Roman began rambling on about his ideas, smiling and gesturing with his hands to emphasize his words.

Janus tried to follow but ultimately ended up spacing out, only responding with the occasional nod.

"...What about you?"

Janus suddenly realized Roman was looking at him expectantly. He shrugged, "sounds like you have enough ideas for the two of us…" he sneered, "...and the entire class too." He added.

Roman bit his lip, "right… sorry, Virgil always tells me how annoying I get when I'm overexcited but… I wanna hear your thoughts too… please?"

At the mention of his ex-friend, Janus stiffened. Not like he forgot the two were dating, his mean mind wouldn't let him if he wanted to, but hearing Roman casually mention him was like a punch to his gut.

"...let's just check out the next place.." he tried hard to not let his voice shake as he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbed his cane a little too tightly, and started walking.

"Janus?" Roman easily caught up to him, with his long, healthy legs. "You okay?"

"Fine." Janus gritted out, trying to pick up his pace and put Roman's annoyingly worried face behind him. Which obviously didn't work.

"You don't seem fine-"

"And what do you know?" Janus snapped, stopping in place and glaring at Roman, "you don't know anything.."

Roman looked down and started playing with his fingers awkwardly, "I know… I want to though, I want to know you." He looked up and hesitantly met Janus' eyes.

Janus looked away, "no, you don't, nobody does. So let's just get this project over with and never speak to each other again."

Roman must have sensed Janus wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon and just sighed, "if that's what you want…"

Want… yep, that's definitely what he wants, one hundred percent, no hesitation.

…isn't it?

#Someone Like You #Lily writes #chapter 3 #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #pre romantic roceit #ts roman #ts janus #janus sanders #roman sanders #cw food mention #tw low self esteem #tw self deprecation #wip exchange #roceit #cw disability

[naminethewriter]

Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Masterpost of my entries for the Roceit Week 2023 by @roceit2023

Series here on Ao3

The Leaves Falling Outside (04/06/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Romantic Roceit / rated G / 721 words Roman and Janus are growing old together. Sometimes Janus just forgets how time flies, like leaves on the wind.

It's a Twisted Reference (04/08/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Roceit / rated G / 701 words Janus is late for his teatime with the prince. Roman makes his displeasure known.

I Still Recognize You (04/09/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Romantic Roceit / rated G / 738 words Roman is waiting for his partner at a Masquerade Ball. Then he spots the most gorgeous person he's ever seen.

I Get to Whine, I'm in Pain! (04/10/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Romantic Roceit / rated G / 250 words Roman is sick of soup. Too bad that's all he can eat for now.

Our High School Musical Moment (04/10/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Pre-Romantic Roceit / rated G / 1,213 words Roman auditions for a gay production of High School musical and is immediately smitten by his duet partner.

A War Patton Would Approve Of (04/11/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Romantic Roceit / rated G / 338 words Roman and Janus have a compliment war.

Cursed Woods (04/12/23) Ao3 | Tumblr Romantic Roceit / rated T / 1,228 words Roman is almost home! If only he could convince Janus to go with him.

#namiswriting #masterpost #roceit week 2023 #completed #💛💖

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Assassination? (chapter 2)

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Roman has been asleep for three and a half days, that doesn't make Janus' companions any more welcoming towards him when he wakes up.

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| Ao3 | Previous part |

Warnings: None that I'm aware of, other than Virgil being kinda a dick.

Pairings: pre-romantic roceit,

Word count: 3319

Notes:

Honestly I wasn't sure I was going to make a part two for this, I might write a third part, to get a real insight into their flirting and being cute whilst on the road, this one's more just a 'direct aftermath' lol.

I would like to put out a warning now that I might not be able to update every week from here on, since I have exams from now until late June. I do still have a bunch of chapters pre-written for the anaroceit Royalty au though, so whenever I don't have something new finished, I'll probably post that!

Also I will be putting out a poll this week, I just completely forgot about it, lol.

Please enjoy!

It had been three days since they left the city and Roman still hadn’t woken up. Janus’ trio had picked up the reward for the prince’s assassination (carefully hiding Roman under blankets and bags while they did so) and hadn’t stopped travelling since. Word of the prince’s death travelled just as fast as they did, though, and no matter where they stopped someone was talking about it. The flying rumours made it difficult to stop anywhere for long, especially with the still breathing prince himself concealed in their wagon, so they’d been taking turns to sleep on the road instead. At least things should get easier when Roman wakes up.

Janus wouldn’t say aloud that he was worried about the prince - three days was far too long to be asleep - but he was also certain that Virgil and Logan had picked up on his stiffness regardless. It didn’t help much that Virgil was still angry with him for kidnapping the prince in the first place and Logan was irritated that they now had to take all sorts of detours to avoid villages that did wagon checks to make sure no-one checking for illegal produce found him or guards who might spot the prince and raise the alarms. 

He didn’t blame them for being upset with him, really. He had messed up the mission and put all three of them in danger by bringing the prince here. But at the same time… those amber eyes still haunted his dreams and Janus really hoped the prince would wake up soon…

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Roman woke up slowly to bright light behind his still closed eyelids and a painful, throbbing headache hammering at the inside of his skull. He felt groggy, like his mind was stuffed with cotton wool and he was floating through a vat of honey. His limbs were heavy, feeling more like blocks of wood than arms and legs, and his mouth was dry as sandpaper. 

As his senses slowly returned, Roman registered that he was wrapped in some form of blanket, all the way around like a cocoon, up to his neck. His head rested on something lumpy, a little scratchy against his cheek and just left of firm. Stupidly, Roman’s foggy mind provided the idea that… he definitely wasn’t in his bedroom back at the castle. 

Slowly, as he laid there with his eyes still closed, Roman began to piece together the memories of what had happened. His mind still felt as though it was stuffed with wool, but slowly he put together the puzzle, an assassin, the vial of poison, the deal, multi-colored eyes - blue and yellow - snake scales that had glistened in the candlelight…

Part of him had expected Janus to bail on him. It would have made sense, he could have ran whilst Roman was asleep, it would have been the most logical thing to do. He would've gotten his reward and been able to move on. That same part of him hadn’t even minded the idea. Poison - or even a knife to the throat, if Janus had so chosen - whilst he was sleeping wouldn't have been the worst way to go.

But nevermind all that, because Roman was apparently not dead, just… incredibly uncomfortable. 

When he did eventually manage to move his limbs - starting with just a twitch of his finger - he realised that not only did he feel stiff and like all his joints had locked up, but he ached basically everywhere, his shoulders, his back, his legs and arms, his neck. It left him wondering just how long he had slept for - and where. He could smell the barest hint of salt in the air. Maybe they were by the ocean? 

Roman took a deep breath - he really could do with some water right around now - and peeled open his eyes only to shut them again when the blaring sun above him made the pounding in his head almost double. When he slowly opened his eyes again, he saw not the sun this time, but an unfamiliar face staring back at him which… least to say startled him quite a bit. 

Roman was pretty sure he was tall, though he couldn’t quite tell exactly how tall, considering he was lying on what was likely the floor and this guy was standing almost directly over him, which… a little weird, but he already knew this wasn’t going to be like what he was used to. That was fine. His hair was long and unkempt, scraggly black mixed with purple and a little dull green and blue, skin pale as milk and a little sunken with eyes that looked a little too big on his face and were an almost ghostly pale blue. Roman found himself thinking he looked pretty creepy before correcting his thoughts, sure he looked a little creepy, but that was just because he was different from Roman. He wouldn’t let his parents' biases speak for him here. 

Though the way he was silently and unblinkingly staring at him was starting to become increasingly unsettling regardless.

Roman shifted, attempting to ease the ache in his neck, and the stranger seemed to come out of a trance, turning away and yelling something that Roman’s brain refused to comprehend with his throbbing headache and the stranger’s unfamiliar accent. 

Whilst they were gone, Roman tried to sit up and found that it just made his head spin and throb even more. He settled instead for stretching out his limbs and trying to regain feeling in the rest of his body. 

Moments later, something was pressed into his hand by another unfamiliar figure, this person was crouched next to him, so he couldn’t discern his height in comparison to the other stranger, what he could discern was the strangers blue-tinted dark skin, dotted with silver freckles, his eyes like pools of murky blue water and hair resembling what Roman thought might be seaweed which also seemed to be dripping with water. After a glance Roman realised the object in his hand was a waterskin, which he went to drink before a thought struck him.

“Why should I-” Roman coughed at the dry feeling of his throat as he tried to swallow, he’d really like some of that water, but he didn’t fake his death and escape the palace just to get poisoned for real, “Why should I trust this? I don’t- I don’t know you, where is Jay?”

Roman thought it would be best to use the cover name Janus had given him. He knew how unwise it was to give out your true name to suspicious creatures you couldn’t pinpoint the identity of, especially ones you didn’t know.

“Jay is currently out getting supplies,” The one with seaweed for hair told him, “And this is just water, but you should sit up to drink it or you’ll choke.”

“How do I know you haven’t poisoned it,” Roman narrowed his eyes at the stranger, he still felt a little woozy, but the sensation was ebbing away by the second thank goodness. The first stranger appeared standing behind him with folded arms and a scowl on his face.

“Just drink the damn water,” He said, “It’s not poisoned, Jay made us swear not to hurt you.”

Roman… still didn’t trust that, but while he wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep, he did know that he felt like he’d been stuck in a desert for a week and the waterskin in his hand was looking more and more tempting every moment. Eventually - under one’s passive gaze and the other’s scrutinising glare - Roman slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and tilted his head back to drink the water. It tasted normal, as water should, thank goodness. He must have drank half the waterskin in one go before looking back at the pair of strangers. Somehow the pale one looked even more annoyed now. He wondered distantly what he had done to offend the guy. 

“You may call me Lo,” The blue one said, and after a moment that made it clear the other wasn’t going to offer a name, he spoke again, “He’s Vi.”

Roman opened his mouth to offer a nickname they could use for him too, before ‘Vi’ cut him off, “We already know who you are, Princey.”

“Princey?” Roman asked, with an offended gasp.

“Yeah, cuz’ you’re the prince?” Vi said, raising an eyebrow as if to say ‘are you stupid?’.

“No I get it-” Roman huffed, already irritated, “Just-”

“What?” Vi said, “Don’t like it? Well deal with it, just like I have to deal with you.”

With that, he turned around and walked away, hopping down from wherever they were right now. Roman watched him walk over to the large horse that was tied up to a post there and begin angrily brushing her fur. Eventually, Roman turned back to Lo, hoping to communicate all his questions with his expression alone. 

“Vi is- a little prickly towards strangers in general,” Lo explained softly, “And, no offence, but neither he nor I are very happy that you are here, he is simply more overt about it.”

“I get it,” Roman shrugged, “I’m supposed to be dead.”

“Yes,” Lo said, pushing a pair of silver glasses up his nose, “You are.”

“Right,” Roman said with a sigh, so this was just going from one miserable existence where everyone hated him to a slightly less comfortable existence where almost everyone still hated him. Wonderful, Roman was really glad he made this decision now.

“Yes, Jay insisted we keep you around and that we do nothing to harm you,” Lo explained, “But please refrain from causing us trouble, or I may have to rethink my agreement.”

Roman shivered as Lo stood and walked away towards Virgil, well, that was terrifying.

All he could really do now was sit here and hope that Jay would be back soon and also hope that Jay following the plan and making Lo and Vi swear not to hurt him meant that he at least didn’t hate Roman like the other two seemed to. Roman wasn’t sure how long getting supplies typically took, but he really hoped it wasn’t too long. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the scathing glances Vi kept shooting his way as he talked quietly with Lo over by the horse. 

Growing up, Roman had learned all too well how to tell where he was not welcome, and he was most definitely not welcome here.

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It was approaching sundown by the time Janus got back to their makeshift camp. He hadn’t intended to be out for so long, but he had struggled finding a few certain items they desperately needed - one being a certain lotion for his scales. He’d also gotten some extra clothes for the prince, because while he absolutely was not comfortable changing his clothes whilst he was sleeping (Janus thought that would be a horrific breach of privacy) he was sure Roman would want something to change into from the gala outfit he was still wearing when he woke up. 

When he did arrive back to camp, Virgil approached him almost immediately, looking stormier than usual. 

Janus very quickly found out why.

“Your prince is awake,” Virgil told him shortly, “he’s already annoying.”

“Don’t judge him so quickly,” Janus said, inwardly relieved, so he had woken up, finally. He was a little annoyed that he hadn’t been here, but it didn’t matter. 

“Just because you want to get into his pants, doesn’t mean the rest of us do, Jay,” Virgil said, crossing his arms, but pointing towards the path that leads further towards the cliffs, “He walked off that way, dunno where he went.”

“You weren’t keeping an eye on him?” Janus asked, frowning.

“I’m not babysitting a stupid adult royal,” Virgil told him, practically glowring now, “He’s your responsibility, you brought him here.”

Janus just huffed, rolling his eyes and passing one of the bags - with all the supplies for the group - to Virgil, keeping the bag with his own things and the clothes he had gotten for Roman in his hand and stormed off down the coastal path.

Really, he hoped this rift that he’d caused between them by bringing Roman here would fix itself soon. He hoped Virgil would warm up to the prince - though he doubted it would happen for a while. Either way, Virgil would have to get used to it, it’s not like they could just abandon Roman now.

The trail was winding and overgrown. The wind picked up as he approached the coast too, ruffling his hair and tugging at his clothes. It was getting dark - though he couldn’t deny that the sunset looked beautiful - and with night came cold. He really hoped he found Roman soon. He couldn’t help a pang of annoyance towards his companions for letting him walk off. 

Luck must be on his side, though, because as he approached the cliffs his eyes caught on the bright red, gold and white of Roman’s clothes where the prince was sitting in the grass, knees pulled up to his chest and chin set atop them. Janus sighed softly and walked over, of course Roman was upset, he’d woken up somewhere unfamiliar surrounded by unfriendly - and possibly outright hostile, in Virgil’s case - strangers. No wonder he’d run off.

“Hey,” Janus said softly, though loud enough to be heard over the wind, “May I sit?”

“Jay?” Roman said, looking up, and looking immediately relieved, “Oh, you’re back.”

“Indeed I am, I hope the others didn’t cause you much trouble,” Janus said, though he’d known Virgil long enough to know how he would have reacted to Roman anyway. The way Roman sighed and looked away again told him everything he needed to know.

“Your companions do not like me,” Roman said, uncurling from his position just a little, “But I understand why.”

Janus hummed, not having an answer to that. He had to remind himself that he barely knew Roman, he didn’t know what he was truly like, didn’t know his mannerisms or how he would react to certain things. It made it difficult to interact, and was the main reason Janus didn’t like strangers in general. He thought he should try, though. Especially with this one.

“How are you feeling?” Janus asked, “You were asleep for a while.”

“I have a pounding headache,” Roman said, reaching to rub at his forehead for emphasis, “And I’m incredibly hungry, otherwise fine, how long was I out for?”

“Three and a half days,” Janus told him, “There should be food back at camp, if you want it?”

“I’d rather stay here,” Roman said, looking back up at him, he was sad to see that the fire in his eyes had dimmed slightly, “Your friends have made it abundantly clear that I am not welcome.”

“I know their first impressions were just wonderful,” Janus said with a sigh, “But you cannot write them off so quickly, they will warm up to you in time, trust me, I know from experience.”

“What do you mean?” Roman asked, tilting his head a little, Janus smiled, pulling his knees up to mimic Roman.

“I don’t think we know each other well enough for the full tragic backstory,” Janus said with a small smile, “But, they are as close as siblings, Lo and Vi, and they brought me into this group later after certain events.”

Roman nodded, looking back out towards the sunset, “Alright, I’ll trust what you say, and for the record, thank you for sticking to your word and bringing me along, even if your friends are a little prickly.”

“You’re welcome,” Janus said, nudging Roman’s arm to regain his attention before passing him the bag, “I got you some new clothes at the market - assuming you don’t want to remain in your gala attire?”

Roman laughed, “That is a kind gesture.”

“The reward we got for your assassination more than covered it,” Janus huffed, “So you basically payed for yourself.”

“Thank you,” Roman said, and Janus was started to realise how earnest his tone was.

“What… for?” Janus asked, frowning.

“I just- you’ve freed me, and - whilst Im sure you’ve had it worse - my life was hardly enjoyable back there, and you got me out, protected me, bought me clothes?” Roman said, trying to subtly wipe away a tear Janus was sure he wasn’t supposed to notice.

“As much as Vi is mad at me for it, I’m glad I could get you out of there,” Janus said softly, placing a hand on Roman’s arm, “I don’t know you well, but… back in the castle, it was clear you were unhappy.”

“Thank you, again,” Roman said with a small smile, “And I can- once I’ve gotten my barings I can leave, if you need me to, I’m happy to go alone.”

“Absolutely not,” Janus said sternly, “I didn’t kidnap a beautiful prince just for him to run off into the wilderness.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Roman asked, blinking those oh-so-beautiful eyes of his, Janus blushed- because oh dear he totally just said that.

“I didn’t say that.” Janus said, wonderful.

“I do believe you did,” Roman said, grinning, “awee- you’re all blushy! That’s adorable!”

“I have reconsidered, you can leave in the morning,” Janus mumbled, looking away.

Roman laughed, loud and free, “No take-backs! You’re stuck with me now, sweetheart.”

“Oh no,” Janus huffed, “not petnames-”

“What, you don’t like them, darling?” Roman said, batting his eyelashes. Janus tried to cover the half of his face not covered in scales - which just happened to be bright red for no reason whatsoever - with one hand as he shoved Roman with the other.

“Stop it!” Janus cried, “I did call you beautiful, ok? Is that what you wanted?”

“Thank you!” Roman grinned, nudging him gently, “So are you, you know.”

Janus paused for a moment, while yes, those ‘pretty’ comments back in Roman’s bedroom at the palace had flustered him, he hadn’t really thought that Roman was being genuine, he still wasn’t entirely sure now, “Really?”

“Mhm,” Roman hummed, “I’d even go as far as to say you’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met, and trust me, I’ve been presented with many suitors.”

Janus choked, “That’s unfair, you can’t say that.”

“Whyever not?” Roman asked, looking almost genuinely offended, “Who are you to stilfel my truths?”

“Previously, the only person in this group able to lie,” Janus countered, “But now you’re here, so I suppose that title is invalid now.”

“I’m not lying to you, Janus,” Roman said softly, “That would be horrible of me, to lie about something like that.”

“I never said I thought you were lying,” Janus said, frowning, how the hell was this guy so perceptive? And on top of that, how had he earned such a reputation that painted him as some arrogant idiot. Really, it made no sense.

“Maybe not,” Roman said, reaching for Janus’ hand, “But you certainly implied it.”

“I did?” Janus asked, frowning further.

“You did,” Roman nodded, “I saw it in your eyes.”

For a moment, Janus couldn’t think of anything to say in return before sighing, “Are you sure you’d rather stay out here?”

“For now, yes,” Roman nodded, seeming to accept the topic change readily, “The sea is calming.”

“Alright,” Janus said, standing up, “In that case, I’ll go back to camp and bring you back something to eat, make sure you stay here?”

“Of course!” Roman smiled, “Thank you!”

Janus smiled softly as he stood up, turning to walk away, “You’re welcome, Roman.”

He’d barely moved a few paces before Roman called out again.

“Oh, and Janus?” He said, Janus turned, raising an eyebrow, “Do make sure you come back? It would just be so sad if I had to watch such a beautiful sunset alone.”

Janus laughed softly, “In that case, I’ll make sure I hurry.”

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#sanders sides #roceit #roman sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil sanders #logan sanders #rowan writes

[cangrellesteponme]

is the renewed sanders sides hyperfixation fading? nope. would I absolutely love to give my focus to something else? yup, but can I? definitely not

#logan quotes live in my head rent-free now #i literally have 'i know i'm smarter than everyone else' as my lockscreen like some kind of logic kinnie #god save me from the 'what if intrulogical but then they watch roceit come crashing down in svsr and decide to adopt a snake' brainrot #and the post-svs pre-dwit brainrot. like. i literally want to write fanfiction somebody sTOP ME

[siren1song]

So!! I know I promised Roceit hurt/comfort when the video first came out but a few things came up and I haven't been able to.

But!!! Crowgan (@just-a-little-bit-gay-oops) made a very good point about Roman not meaning his harsh words and reminded me I was gonna write this.

A note that I'm on mobile and right now I'm tired so I don't really feel like including the taglist or all of my formatting. Also, I don't know if this is entirely accurate to the point Crowgan made bc I have ADHD and I can't focus on things with lots of a text sometime sksbdjd.

How We Fall Apart

Roman was so confused and upset and angry and any other adjective that could excuse why he acted the way he did.

They all could excuse it, but he didn't. He didn't want to have excuses, he wanted.

Roman wanted to apologize. Specifically to De-

To Janus.

But he was a coward. He was coward and all he was doing was hiding in his-

It wasn't even in his room he was hiding in. It was just an old dusty room that had Magnus faded out on the door.

That certainly couldn't be foreshadowing.

Either way, he was hiding in someone else's room and he was a coward and he didn't want to face Janus or Patton or Thomas.

Did he even want to be himself anymore?

"You know, I think it's incredibly ironic that you came here when you're feeling the way you do."

Roman jumped, head shooting up from where it had been buried between his knees to see Janus standing in the doorway, pulling his glove off and wiping a finger along the wall.

"Disgusting, I can't believe I let this room get so out of order," he muttered.

Roman decided to ignore that, because what was Janus doing here?

Janus looked towards him, and though Roman hadn't said anything, he felt like the side knew exactly what was going through his mind.

"I'm sorry."

Or not?

"For what?" Roman asked, wincing a little at the way his voice croaked, obviously hoarse from the crying he was desperately trying not to do.

Janus frowned, pulling his other glove off and tucking them both into his pocket as he approached Roman, picking his way through the mess on the floor.

Whoever Magnus was, he didn't really know how to keep his room clean.

"For saying what I did, though I'm sure you can understand I was… a little hurt by your reaction to my name."

Roman flinched this time, looking back down at his knees, eyes trailing the grayish tint of dust having gathered on the cuffs of his pants.

"...I want to say I didn't mean that. Reacting that way wasn't. It was a shitty thing to do," he said softly, reaching to start rubbing his thumb against the dirty fabric, pulling it back to see his thumb greyed with dust.

Janus was quiet, and then he was lowering himself to the floor.

"You want to say it, so why don't you?"

Roman buried his fingers in the carpet, staring blankly when he lifted his hand and it was covered in dust and grime.

"Oh, gross, why did you do that?" Janus said, wrinkling his nose and prompting a weak chuckle from Roman as he shrugged.

"I'm not as pristine as I thought, I suppose. Why say I'm sorry, that I didn't mean it, when I'm not even sure if I did?"

Janus hummed, but Roman continued before he could start again.

"And I don't think I did. But I also wanted to go to the callback and I was told that was wrong. And then my own decision was wrong even though I just wanted to help Thomas be the best he could be! So what do I know about how I feel and what's right or wrong?" 

Before Roman could continue on his self hating tangent, Janus put his hand over his mouth.

Janus put his own hand over Roman's mouth.

He must have seen Roman's confusion, because he gave him a shaky sort of smile that made him realize there were tears in both of their eyes.

"I'm not going to force you to believe in confidence you don't have right now, Roman. But if you say you didn't mean to make fun of my name when you were hurt and lashing out, I'm going to trust that."

Roman nodded, and Janus pulled his hand away.

Wiping his tears from his face, Roman hiccupped a sigh, then winced when he realize he'd just smeared the dusty grime from the carpet all over his cheek.

"I need a shower," he mumbled, and Janus nodded his agreement.

"Oh definitely, and I need to go process the fact that you guys… know my name now."

Roman huffed a laugh.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be weird to adjust to," he said softly.

Everything would be weird to adjust to. But maybe Roman would still have someone on his side to help him figure things out.

#casper writes #ts roman #ts janus #ts spoilers #platonic roceit #can also be read as pre romantic #i know i was weird abt orange side foreshadowing but i do Not plan on making more for this #hurt/comfort #no i dont think this happened in canon this is essentially a fix it fic #i just want them to Talk okay #i dont think i need to tag anything else? #also :') i do Not feel confident in the way i wrote this #the emotions feel forced and im just H but im getting it out bc i dont have a laptop #to edit it or rewrite it in a way i feel satisfied

[braingoburr]

I'm listening to Tragic Kingdom (album by No Doubt that I really like)

Idk it just gives me Janus vibes,

I think I might make a small battle of the bands AU just so I can have Janus singing Just a Girl, or like... Sunday Morning.

#what if... non-binary janus.... #I'd give the Twins a decent relationship tho bc the amount of creative twins angst is mind blowing and my little heart #can't take any more they deserve to be happy. #What if it hade like a Scott Pilgrim vs. the world vibe? #i def would ad Intrulogical bc thats my comfort ship #and pre established Roceit #janus #roman #Roceit #remus #creative twins #battle of the bands AU