#hes hiding majour muscles under that hoodie

[honkygay]

made an oc :3 im gonna put him in my superhero story so ill make a few updated ref sheets of my other supers and some villains!! ^^

[mother-snake]

I never knew how much Janus with wings fuels my soul....

That fic was rlly cute

Janus with wings is now necessary for my will to live

as promised- some good ol angst with a sad snek! warnings: majour charachter death, fighting(verbal) sad snek times. tags: @idkanameatall @girl-with-many-fandoms

The extra weight on his back had indeed been a surprise when he woke up that morning feeling sluggish from the apparent ‘cold’ he had been dealing with over the past couple months. he rolled over but stopped when he felt pain shooting up his back. it wasn’t too bad, more like what happened if you got an arm stuck in a door for a couple seconds feeling. he pushed himself up. it was a struggle for some reason. but he didn’t mind. he rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes and clambered down the bunkbed he shared with his brother. he froze as he looked in the mirror before giggling in excitement. A small squeak left his mouth. oh how wonderful they were. He had never known such beauty until now.

He giggled as he flapped the small wings on his back. they were smooth, yellow and glittered a shimmering gold. he adored them from day one. He had bounded excitedly to his brother and showed him. the cheers and delight that filled the darks cape would melt anyone’s heart.

He flapped them excitedly. He loved his wings with all of his being. They were his, he reminded himself. His and no one else’s. --

Two years later they seemed to have doubled in size, the weight of carrying such a mass of muscle and leather was difficult for his balance, often finding himself falling over or drifting of in different directions.

It hadn’t been too long since his uncle just… disappeared. He didn’t know where he had gone. The tall side with a simmering black crown had been there one day… and gone the next.

Now he found himself wandering the halls in curiosity. Maybe he just got lost. but Romulus had said that he knew this place like the back of his hand, whatever that meant.

He turned once again before stopping in front of two smallish, rather bizarre and familiar looking sides. one adorned green, the other a pretty red. His uncles colour.

Both looked like they needed help. And as he offered his hand to help, red backed away seemingly tugging his brother with him.

He watched as they scampered and ran. He let out a sigh. It was probably just Romulus creations lose again. a thought crossed his mind. No. they would never be the cause. They were too beautiful to be so. and still none the less he loved his wings. They were his and no one else’s. --

Janus looked at the purple door in concern. Its inhabitancy had been slowly spending less time with him. and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the ‘villain’ look, as anxiety had said. the cape hid his wings, a hat hid the small bump on his head. A small horn had started growing in. just another thing to love.

He knocked on the door for the third time that day. A plate of food in hand for the side opposite the door. He didn’t know what he had done wrong, but he was going to try his hardest to fix whatever it may have been. he took a deep breath once again and knocked on the door. a muffled go away was his only response. “I brought you some food,” Janus said with as much cheer as he could muster.

There was the sound of shuffling before a soft click opened the door revealing something, he hadn’t been expecting. the old black hoodie was replaced. It was a lighter shade of grey with purple patches crudely sewn on, but what had shocked him the most was the patch resting innocently. “what happened?” he muttered. What… why? “i- don’t want to talk about it just now…” Virgil said.

Janus took a deep breath and passed the plate in his hands over to the side before letting a soft sigh escape his lips. Of course, but it was okay. He could work with that.

He turned to walk away when he felt Virgil baring eyes into the back of his head. He turned around and gave a flash of a toothy smile. “wait, what was that?” Virgil asked as he stepped out of his room getting closer to Janus.

The side felt himself freeze, “what do you mean?” he asked. “there was something under your cape- “Virgil began before stopping, it moved again. “what are you hiding deceit?” he asked. Janus felt himself cornered… but it was only a matter of time until Virgil discovered this.

He felt himself release a shaky breath. He unclipped the clasp of his cape and swung it off his shoulders, showing his wings of beauty. a tail swished behind, uncoiled from his leg. “how long?” Virgil asked as he looked at them. “when I was merely five,” Janus responded.

Virgil didn’t say anything but kept quiet. And Janus could tell something was very close to happening. Whatever it was… “and you didn’t say anything. all this time I thought that I was a freak because of my extra- and you said nothing?!” Virgil spat. “it was a long time ago- “Janus began, grabbing the sleeve of Virgil's jacket.

“I don’t care deceit,” Virgil spat, “now let. Me. go,” he growled. Janus looked at Virgil with wide, frightened eyes. He couldn’t lose him. he couldn’t lose someone else- “please just let me explain- “he hollered as he heard the door slam behind.

He turned to look in the mirror. Scales, yellow and shimmering almost like his wings adorned his face. he had loved them so deeply. but why had Virgil been so scared of them? why… why couldn’t he look at him with the same eyes Janus once had when he saw Virgil's extra limbs. tears threatened to fall over. He was fine. He was fine. He was- --

He sunk up with a wide smile, happy and joyful. He was being listened to finally! Finally, it was all coming together! Finally, he wouldn’t be alone… finally… he looked at the figure looking at a wall covered completely in pictures. He didn’t need to look to long for a ghastly white to flood his face as he realised that the pictures were no longer intact like before...

They were scattered in pieces or half torn on the wall. Memories he could pinpoint to and before everything had happened. A wonderful collection turned to rubbish.

“Remus?” he muttered, scared as he saw his friend turn 180 and look at him dead in the eyes. “the evil twin huh? And here I thought you didn’t want to play the villain deceit,” Remus said simply, lacking that sound that told him it was a joke. “Remus please let me explain- “ “explain what exactly? That even after all this time I thought you had deemed me good? That all it takes is my brother to fuck up once and you get to compare us?” Remus laughed hysterically. Janus didn’t like this. “I told them my name- “ “do I look like I give a fuck about a name?” Remus laughed rolling his eyes.

“well. My brother was right about one thing. I can’t trust you,” he muttered.

He looked at Remus. His one real friend. The only one to still accept him as a part of Thomas. He looked at his friend with pleading eyes.

Green orbs looked back at him in disgust. And even Janus knew that in that moment, what he had said, there would be no going back. there would be no one to forgive him. because there was a fine line of acceptance. And it seemed he had crossed it a long time ago.

It was painful to watch as his only and final companion left him alone. Alone and scared. Just. Like. Before. --

He let out a tired yawn. But he wasn’t tired. Over sleeping had been a habit most days now Remus wasn’t here. Now that there was no one to awake him by jumping up and down excitedly. Even if it was to plan a murder… it was quiet. He wasn’t sure how to feel about the quiet. It wasn’t pleasant. That was for certain.

He laid sprawled out on his bed. Wings open wide and either side. A happy reminder he was still alive. That was good. he sat up and ruffled his hair. The horn had finally grown a little more. Now curling around like a ram’s would normally. It was just another thing he had fallen in love with.

A happy sigh left him. maybe he could find something to busy his never-ending time with… maybe he would be able to clean Virgil's old room again. I must be covered in dust by this point. He flapped his wings a couple of times but stopped when a searing pain spread throughout his extra limbs.

White filled his vision as he let out a strangled gasp of pain. It didn’t last too long. But he was now most certainly scared. He looked over to his wings before fully standing up. he stumbled, the pain still ebbing away at his scales. He let out a whimper. He needed to get to the bathroom.

He shoved the door open with a click of the lock. there was his reflection of the other side.

He looked at his wings in the mirror. The tips were grey and ashen. That was new. he flapped them and let out a shriek in surprise as dust fell from where the grey had been. leaving holes in his magnificent, beautiful, glorious wings. tears poured. He was losing the last- he. No. this was a bad dream he told himself. It would go away. he would wake up alone, but still have his precious wings on his back in pristine condition. --

He sobbed as he looked at the stumps on his back. they were small, black and painful he had hated them from day one. He curled up in a ball of pain. Alone and afraid. Sobs of anguish and pain filled the air. Never to stop. until the yellow door was to never be seen… gone. --

The lights didn’t know when that howling cry had begun. It was always just… there. until it wasn’t. thoughts crossed their minds and the scavenged it for an answer.

A small idea crossed logics mind, and there the were. Where a black doo should have been, leading to the dark sides. There was nothing.

Not even Janus and his wonderful wings.