#loceit god au

[dndeceit]

I've been meaning to share more fanfic recs, and then not remembering to do that. Gonna try to make it a weekly thing on Fridays (we'll see if that sticks).

(I'll be tagging these "fander fic rec friday" if anyone would like to join me in reccing some fics they love.)

Animal Skin and Take a Bite by Willowanderer Supernatural AU. (Dukeceit, Prinxiety) Rating: M Janus and Virgil are brothers who meet a pair of intriguing twins. An amusing amount of drama (romance, mystery, patricide) ensues. Notes: I almost missed "Take a Bite" because I filter out the Underage tag, but I saw a post with art from the fic and decided to take a chance. The warning is there for mentions of trafficking involving an underage character, but nothing happens within in the fic itself. (It's also tagged for references to bestiality, but that's in the context of a hypothetical scenario involving a sapient shapeshifter, because Remus gotta be Remus. Not actually bestiality and again, nothing actually happens in the fic.)

Bonding over scales by FeelingGroovySmooth Canonverse. (Intruality) Rating: M Remus is pining for Patton. Janus plays matchmaker by roping them both into helping him with his scale-care routine. Notes: This one is so funny. Janus as a matchmaker is so underused in this fandom. I think it's rated a bit high for its actual content, I probably wouldn't have put this as more than a T (but then I also have very lax standards). (Warning though, if you have a fingernail squick like me: this isn't a shed fic so much as a manicure fic in disguise because his scales grow like fingernails. Not gonna lie, that gave me the willies.)

Here's a pair of older fics I reread recently. Pairing them together, because they have similar themes:

Rewrites and Losses by DoomedKelpie Canonverse. (Gen) Rating: T Janus wakes up in the mindscape with no memory of being Deceit. Notes: One of my favorite tropes is the idea of the Sides' roles changing over time, and this one plays with that idea really well.

Myosotis by cloakoflevitation Canonverse. (Gen) Rating: T Virgil loses his memories from the beginning of the series onward. He doesn't remember meeting Thomas in person or being accepted, and he doesn't know why Janus and Remus are so upset to see him come home... Notes: This one hurts so good. Love fics about Virgil mending things with the others.

WIPs (I don't read WIPs as often as I probably should, but these are some that have made me glad for making an exception.)

Wolfsbane by TheFoxofFiction Supernatural/Fantasy AU. (Loceit, slowburn) Rating: T Janus is a werewolf fleeing a past filled with isolation and tragedy who, after a brush with death, falls into the care of a witch (Logan). Notes: The angst in this is exquisite.

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals by LeFay_Strent Modern AU. (Gen) Rating: T Patton is a a sweet, abused puffball who manages to attract the protection of three quirky criminal guardian angels after they break into his apartment. Notes: The cutest shit, I swear to God. Putting it with WIPs for hinted intrigue down the line, but so far the chapters read as completed fics.

Me, Myself, and These Guys Who Kinda Look Like Me by LeFay_Strent Canon AU. (Gen) Rating: T A story about Thomas meeting his sides when they manifest in front of him for the first time. Notes: This one is so interesting because no one knows what is going on. The Sides don't know what they are or why they're connected to Thomas, they just know he's the center of their world, and that's...a lot for Thomas to try and wrap his head around. It's so good.

[analoceits]

poll timeeee

[coconut-cluster]

Heyy!!! Glad to see you pop in!!!

Loceit brainrot is so true and real. I should actually go through your uni au i never did 🤔

And also [shaking you] if you dont tell us abt crowns and cutlasses i will scream abt it forever.

Hows your life going lexi?

Erri hello!!!! I think about the uni au a lot so if you ever do go through it let me know lol, and I promise I will actually tell you all about CC asap </3

Life is going pretty well!! I’ve gotten into D&D in the last year-ish and it’s taken up most of my creative free time (playing and DMing, which is HARD by the way oh my god), but I’m graduating college this semester (also oh my god) and it’s actually not going as bad as I thought it would lmao! Still not writing as much as I’d like but that is life i suppose - how are you???

[musical--llama]

Accountant

My gift for @pleasedonthurtcjstar. I hope you had a great holiday and a happy new year. You requested Loceit mob au. I’m not sure how shippy it really is, and I haven’t written in quite some time, but I hope you enjoy!

@sanderssidesgiftxchange

“How are you going to kill anyone when you can’t even hold a gun without shaking?”

-

When Logan had woken up that morning, this was the last place he’d expected to wind up. The day had started off like any other; he got up, got dressed, ate what measly food he had left lying around his apartment, and shuffled to the washroom for a shower. But when he turned the tap, nothing happened.

Shit. He thought. That's right, the water was turned off yesterday.

His landlord had been more than patient by this point, waiting for any sort of rent or utility money to come from Logan, but at this point his balance is sitting at a comfortable fifty-two cents.

So he flopped onto his couch, heaving a sigh as he tried to think of anything at all to do. But his thoughts were turbulent, folding over themselves in the way that would guarantee a headache. So he grabbed his most recent book, some crime novel. 

The man held the gun to the back of the other's head. "Give me all your money!"

Logan rolled his eyes. Yeah, right. Like that would work. He set the open book down on his chest, head rolling to look lazily around his apartment. His eye caught on something orange, and he stopped.

It would never work, would it? But he found himself getting up and grabbing the object. It was a toy gun, orange tipped and plastic, that his nephew had forgotten there. Surely not. 

But as the anxious desperation was quickly overwhelming him, he found himself moving almost on instinct. Adrenaline flooded in his chest as he popped off the orange tip and tucks it into his pocket. He pulls on his jacket and shoes, leaving his apartment.

-

Janus was exhausted. He hadn't slept all night and was starting to feel it. His bruised and bloodied hands tucked into his jacket pockets, he started the long trek home. Really, it was his own fault. He just had to choose the abandoned tannery on the other side of town. Damn his need for dramatic flair. But it had worked, the threat of using rusted old tanning tools had gotten him the money he needed.

But now all he wanted to do was lay in bed and not move for days. Of course, he never got what he wanted. As he cut through an alleyway, he heard a click from behind him, something getting pressed into the back of his skull. 

"Give- give me all your mon- money." A shaking voice demanded. 

Janus sighed and turned around to look at his mugger. Tall, clean cut, tartan scarf around the lower half of his face. He looked like he belonged in a college library, not mugging people in the dingy part of town. Janus raised his eyebrow. 

"Really?" It was hard to keep his disbelief from his voice, so he didn't bother.

"Ye- yes! Empty your pockets!" The man tried to double down on his tough guy act.

"Alright." Janus reached into his pocket. "You're so scary holding a hunk of plastic, but I think you can do better."

He pulled his gun out of his pocket. As he did, the other man's eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Here." Janus held it out. "Take it. If you're so tough."

The man reached out, snatching it from him. Now Janus had a real gun pointed at him. 

Shit. He thought. Hopefully he'd judged this right. 

-

Oh God oh God oh God. Logan thought. This was way more than he bargained for. He didn't want to actually shoot someone. But he was just handed a gun by his victim. Who did this guy think he was? Logan's hands trembled as he found the safety, making sure it was on.

“How are you going to kill anyone when you can’t even hold a gun without shaking?” The suave looking man asked as he pressed his own head against the barrel of the gun.

"I don't want to kill you, just give me your money and I will let you go." Logan could hear the quiver in his own voice. He didn't sound threatening and he knew it. His hands were shaking so bad he was practically tapping his forehead repeatedly with it. 

"No, no. It's been a long day. Show me how tough you are, entertain me!" The man taunted. He straightens up, pulling out another gun. Logan was in way over his head. "Here's an ultimatum. Shoot me and make my day interesting, or I will shoot you and it will mean nothing to me." 

He leveled the gun with Logan's chest.

-

BANG!

A loud shot rang out as a trigger was pulled. 

Janus stumbled back, clutching his leg. Low blow, stranger. He looked up to see the mugger, but he was gone. Oh well. He would be seeing that coward again soon. 

For now, he grit his teeth and pulled out his phone. He had to make a call, seeing as there was no way he could walk home now.

-

Logan just ran. It was all he could do. He was already hearing the sirens in his head, and could feel K9 teeth around his legs. But before he knew it he was home, having his breakdown in the relative familiarity of his apartment.

Calm down, Logan. You have to calm down. He took a deep breath as he settled himself down on his couch.  First things first, get rid of the gun. It has my fingerprints, I can't just toss it. 

He opened his sink, stashing it in the disposal. Okay, that will have to do for now. Now… Now what? Change clothes? Maybe. Shower? Okay. Walk to the shower, turn it on, bathe. Wait, the water is out.

It took several hours to clear his head even a little bit. He was certain it was only a matter of time before he was arrested. Or maybe the man had followed him here and was coming back to seek revenge. Anyone who dared a stranger to shoot them had to be dangerous. His heart was beating a mile a minute, just waiting for-

Knock knock knock. 

Oh fuck. Logan looked at his door with wide eyes, sure he was about to have a heart attack. He found himself standing, moving on muscle memory. It was like he was swimming, his head dizzy and numb. He was watching himself move from an outside perspective. Stand, walk, unlock the door, accept the handcuffs.

Except no handcuffs came. Instead of police at the door, he found himself looking down at a package on the ground. A small cardboard box, barely the size of a shoebox. He peeked his head out the door, looking around for who could have placed it there, but whoever did it must have ran away. Carefully, he picked it up and brought it inside, shutting and bolting his door locked.

He set the box on his coffee table. No stickers, no address, nothing written on it. He hadn’t ordered any packages that he could recall, not that he had any money to do so. So what could it be? An eviction notice? No, that would come in an envelope, and he’d been promised one more week to pay his rent. Was it a prank from his brother? Maybe a glitter bomb? That would be especially cruel on Patton’s part, even if he didn’t quite know the predicament he was in right now. So with a tremble in his hands, Logan took the lid off the box and felt his heart drop.

Inside was a tiny piece of metal laying atop some folded paper. It was a bullet. The bullet, still red with dried blood after it had been taken out of his victim. He could feel bile rising in his throat as he looked at it, feeling more nauseous than blood had ever made him before. This was from that man. This was from him. 

Logan reached into the box, carefully avoiding touching the bullet, and grabbed the paper underneath. He unfolded it, having to adjust his glasses to read the writing on the page, seeing as his eyes were refusing to focus. 

Dear Sir,

You shot me today. I handed you the gun and you did it. Most people would try to run, I think, in your position. But you shot me. I found that intriguing. I hold no grudge against you.

I have made myself familiar with you, Mr. Ward, and it has come to my attention that you are in desperate times. No work, no money, and soon, no place to live. Consider all of that taken care of, on the condition that you and I can come to an agreement. Meet me at the bar at 5th and 32nd tomorrow night, and we will discuss this further.

See you soon,

J

-

Janus rested his leg on the opposite bench from him. It ached terribly, but that always seemed to be the case when getting shot. He would have to put up with it though, he wanted to have a clear mind for this meeting. He hadn’t been able to get his attacker off his mind after he got home the night before, so he had had some of his guys locate him. Logan Ward, out of work former professor, in a tight spot. Perfect.

Something about Logan had caught Janus’s attention. He had a spark in him, some nerve to even try and mug someone like himself. He wanted him around.

Said man entered the bar, looking around. He looked perfectly calm and collected. He had a shirt and tie, his hair combed, his face set in an impassive state. He didn’t look like the kind of person that would be mugging people. Janus waved him over and Logan obliged, sitting across from him. He briefly glanced down at Janus’s foot on the bench next to him, but didn’t mention it. 

“So, you shot me.” Janus started off.

Logan cringed slightly. “Ah, yes. I apologize for that. However, you were going to shoot me had I not.”

“Eh, maybe.” He shrugged. “Hadn’t decided. You, on the other hand, did shoot.”

“Why am I here? Are you going to have me arrested?”

“Ah, getting to the point. Maybe I will have you arrested.” He wasn’t really planning on having him arrested, but giving him a scare was a little karma for the pain. “Or, I could give you a job.”

“A job?”

“Yes. High pay, relatively low risk, steady hours. You could keep your home, even get a better one. I know what you’re capable of, I know if it came down to it you would shoot a person to protect yourself.”

“What is the job?” Logan crossed his arms.

“It’s here, in the back room. It’s somewhat of an accountant position, you could say. Handle a little money, file some paperwork, do some counting. You’d get a good percentage, believe me.”

Logan stared at him for a long moment, and Janus felt like he could see the gears turning in his head as he put the pieces together.

“Money laundering. You want me to do money laundering.”

“Eh, I was trying to put it in a more tasteful way, but yes. If you insist on being so tactless. But I think you could do it. You have all the skills I need already. You’re smart, you know your way around a spreadsheet, and you’re not too hard on the eyes, either. So what do you say? Try it for a year, and if you decide you want out, I’ll let you go, no questions asked. Or if you don’t want to, you can always go back home, for the last few days that you have one. Do we have a deal?” Janus offered his hand across the table.

-

Logan looked at the hand as he weighed his choices. Be in crippling debt for the rest of his life, or be a criminal for a year. He felt like this should maybe be a harder choice, but the idea of doing something like this was so tantalizing he couldn’t ignore it. He reached across the table, taking this “J”’s hand.

“Deal.”

[princeanxious]

The Reunion, soft and sweet~

Aka more on that au shortfic idea I had of God Logan and Human Janus being his disciple except in this post i revealed that Janus sacrificed all that he'd gained over the years for himself to be able to protect and save the people and the contents of one of the biggest hubs of collected knowledge in the world, built and run by Logan and his followers, because it had been under attack and caught fire.

(A 2nd shortfic explanation of this comic under the cut💕)

As a result Janus lost his life, and Logan was so affected by his closest disciples death that he'd become noticeably subdued and lost a lot of touch with the mortal world, mourning deeply and fitfully sulking in the gods pantheon in their own celestial plane to an unhealthy degree.

The other gods tried to shake him out of it, but Janus's memory had entrenched itself in the God of Knowledge's mind and into once highly meticulous schedule. He tried, tried so hard to return to his work, but every day that marched on without Janus's presence at his side proved to make the God further and further upset no matter how hard he'd tried to hide it.

It seemed like the God had simply broken apart, the loss of support from the one being that this once cold and callous God had eventually carved a place out inside his heart for had left the God feeling hollow and empty. Lost.

Eventually Logan's disarray had begun to affect the mortal world to a dangerous degree, and they collectively decided that, just this once would they make an exception for a mortal soul to be reborn into something new, something sturdier and stronger and far more immortal. If not for the mortal world's sake, then just for their beloved and deteriorating fellow god's own sake.

It's not like new gods could just be made on a whim, after all.

And so when Janus awoke to his new life, he found himself held up by the Twins of Creation, standing on new, stronger legs, and covered vivid shimmering scales. His creation had been tricky, needing his mortal body to build with in kind so that it would truly be Janus in the end. Human souls won't take to just any random body, you know. Whatever wounds they couldnt fix right, they replaced, fatal burns and weak limbs turned into serpentine armour and muscles. The man had already been born cursed with a snakes eye, reflecting a creature that he learned he rather loved as he grew and so it was the most sensible choice of creature to draw inspiration from, of course. The rest, though, was completely identical to the body he'd died with. Just, now far more immortal.

His clothes would become the Twin's second task, but he was given a temporary draping of black fabric. And with the twins not wasting anymore time after that, had him immediately carted off to Logan to be left in the Logical God's grasp for the next several hours in an extremely soft and sweet reunion.

And if the Twins later return with a few basic starting pieces for Janus to try out, and find the two entangled and fast asleep and see for the first time in over a mortal year that their fellow god looked at peace, well..

Let it be said that, despite what their reputations might make you think, the Twins do know when to leave something well and truly alone to heal.

[rosepetalsthings]

Night and Day, circling each other in a dance for all eternity

Loceit Gods au, with Logan, God of Night, and Janus, God of Day

[armageddonouttahere]

God Forbid He See An Ankle

So, I’ve recently become very invested in @coconut-cluster ‘s uni au because it’s fabulous and amazing, and I’m also trying to get into the habit of writing on a daily basis, so I thought why not take something I really enjoy and try to write about it? (based off this ask)

“Remus- dammit, hands off! No no no, don’t play that! It’s the wrong vibe!”

Janus watches in amusement as he sees Remus push himself forward again, reaching for the phone just out of grasp in Roman’s hand. He tries to preserve at least a little dignity when he ducks Remus’ flailing arms once Roman pushes him back yet again with a palm to the face.

“What’s the wrong vibe, Rome-bro? We’re celebrating!” Remus exclaims.

“Any song with the word ‘boner’ in it isn’t an appropriate mood.” Roman says firmly, shooting a look at Patton from the passenger’s seat. Patton looks like he is trying his best to stay focused on the road despite the chaos occurring in the minivan.

“You ruin all the fun. Isn’t that right, Virgil?” Remus crows, draping himself over the back of his seat to stare at Virgil- who was currently taking up the entire back row.

“Bold of you to assume this is fun,” came the dry response. Janus snorted, covering his face with his hand in an attempt to compose himself. As with any plan put together by these five, it was bound to be a disaster- well, not exactly a disaster, but the widely varying opinions between them usually allowed for making any normal outing completely chaotic and out of hand. Especially when Remus and Patton put their heads together.

“Oh come on, Virgil, don’t act like that!” Patton said in a cheerful chirp, turning into the parking garage of his and Logan’s apartment complex. After surprising Logan with their attendance, they all agreed to go out and celebrate after the successful competition. Logan, who had driven there in his own car, went back to Patton and his shared apartment, with Patton tailing close behind.

They all crowd through the doorway into the small apartment, cheers and congratulations bestowed on Logan, who seemed to be in his room. Janus walks in behind Virgil, watching in amusement as Roman tries to find a rhyme for ‘archery’. He supposes, out of all of his arch-rival’s mediocre talents, archery was one that he was… well. He wasn’t terrible.

Janus scoped the room, taking in everyone’s chatter when his eyes landed on Logan. In his room. Changing. Logan, in his room, changing. Changing out of his (snug, tight-fitting, sexy) hideous archery uniform and back into his regular clothes. 

Janus found himself moving forward into the doorway- without willing his feet to step forward. Janus greedily took in the line of Logan’s spine, the movement of his shoulder blades. The muscles shifting beneath his skin. Janus’ left hand twitched as the thought came, unbidden, to rest his palm on the back of Logan’s neck, feeling the movement for himself.

Then Logan finished putting on his shirt and turned around. The spell broke.

“Hello, Jan- uh, Peters,” said Logan, a smile on his face. The glow of victory made him much more amicable. Janus despised it. He had been shirtless. Shirtless. As in without a shirt. 

“Aswbjdbuh,” came Janus’ enlightening reply.

“Pardon?” Logan’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he picked up his glasses from the dresser and put them on, pushing them up into his hair. Soft-looking curls fell into his forehead anyway.

“Uhhhhh…” How witty. You’re an absolute moron. An utter fool  who - he was shirtless! Dear lord, he was… gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous. “I’ll be right back.”

Janus spun on his heel, praying his face wasn’t as red as he feared it might be. Walking at a brisk pace and making sure to look nowhere but the ground underneath his feet in an attempt to prevent himself from seeing any more glimpses of gorgeous people randomly taking their clothes off to specifically fuck with Janus. What he didn’t account for, however, was Roman’s ever-present talent for being an absolute asshole who won’t move out of the damn way.

“Where ya going, Janus?” He smiled, grin so wide he could give the Cheshire Cat a run for its money.

“Car.” Keep it short, keep it simple. If you don’t talk, you won’t accidentally say something mortifying... like how you noticed freckles on Logan’s shoulders. “Forgot something.” He pushed past Roman, prepared for some revealing and/or teasing comment.

“What did you forget? Some weak excuse to hide behind instead of confronting your feelings?”

Janus stumbled down the staircase like a drunk man, trying to keep his feet in a straight line. He was feeling very dizzy, something that probably required medical attention. Maybe he should leave, go see a doctor. In another country. Janus scrambled into the car and sat down, head in his hands.

This was a bad idea. Now left alone without distraction, Janus’ mind decided it didn’t have to stop thinking about Logan now. What would it be like to touch him? Feel his skin beneath your hands? Janus remembered how close they had been in the library, pictured the piercing stare of Logan’s eyes. New scenarios worked themselves out in Janus’ head, now filled with flexing biceps, shoulder blades, and back dimples.

A very, very embarrassing sound left Janus’ mouth when the door slid open with a bang. Virgil was behind it, somehow looking amused and disappointed at the same time.

“Ready to come back? We’re all getting ready to leave.” Virgil said. He stared at Janus like he knew every thought inside his head.

“No, I think I’ll stay here until everyone comes down.”

“Okay. I’ll leave you to your… thoughts.” Virgil began to close the door. “Oh, yeah. Lo asked about you. Wanted to know if you were feeling alright.”

Janus was so, so fucked.

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

The boys from the loceitality 50s au that is yet to be named

am i technically revealing important plot points of the story before i write it? possibly but i am really proud of these so!! here

oh and!! click for better quality :)

[stars-and-rose]

I definitely wanna hear about the magnus chase au!

alright here we go!

Patton as Magnus Chase- this is probably the hardest casting, but I think it fits. Magnus is a healer and that’s something that would fit well with Patton. Also, Magnus is completely ride or die for his friends, another Patton-like personality trait. (Especially the flyting, telling the tales of his friends to beat Loki? Very Patton) Even drawing back to the first book where Magnus dies to protect the civilians on the bridge, sacrificing himself for the many? Sounds like something Patton would do. Also, having Patton with Magnus’s snark would be fun.

Logan as Samirah al-Abbas- Sam is, without a doubt, one of the smartest characters in the book and probably is the only one with a level head. Sounds like Logan, doesn’t it? Sam’s problems with Loki all step from her adversion to chaos, another trait she shared with Logan, who tries to push his follow sides into some form of order. If we wanna get angsty, Sam’s attempts in the first book to prove herself as more than just a daughter of Loki almost parallels Logan’s desperation to be listened to. Also picture Logan getting excited about flying lessons and being a pilot!

Roman as Blitzen: This is probably where everything started. Roman as the fashion loving, designer dwarf? All I ever will need thank you very much. Blitz’s sarcasm feels like the same brand of sass that we get from Roman. Also, Roman’s drama queen tendencies parallel some of of Blitz’s. Other than the sass and the theatrics, Blitzen’s creative ways of fighting in battle give me strong Roman vibes. And the scene in the Ship of the Dead where Blitzen defends Hearth from Mr. Aldermen by screaming and threatening the dragon without a real plan? Roman.

Virgil as Hearthstone- Sarcasm? Repressed-Trama? Dressing in all black until friends intervene? That’s only scratching the surface of connecting Virgil to Hearth. Hearth guards is emotions and doesn’t show them often, which match’s pre-accepting anxiety Virgil. They’re both fiercely loyal and are ride or die. Another parallel? Hearth begins to heal from his children trauma around the crew, which is a lot like Virgil’s mental transformation during his arc.

Also, Blitz and Hearth are in love, I’m ignoring the Nine Worlds book, and their relationship screams Prinxiety okay?

Deciet as Alex Fierro- I’m half convinced Alex and Dee are the same person. They’re both extremely snarky and look out for themselves, but when push comes to shove, they are ride or die. Also, Alex’s claiming of Loki’s chaos as her own feels like a very Dee thing to do. Also,,, green hair, hetrochromia and snake tattoo?? they are one and the same! Also, both are untrusted by the group, but just like how Alex proves that he can be trusted and the crew allows him into their circle, I believe the sides will be able to see that Dee’s intentions are really just protecting Thomas. Also, genderfluid! Dee.

Also I get Romantic Moceit and familial Loceit what more can I ask for?

And with much less explanation, the other residents of floor 19

Remus as Halfborn Gunderson- this is really just based on the fact that they’re very chaotic

Remy as Mallory Keen- Sarcastic, might stab you, and honestly a queen? They’re basically the same person

Emile as Thomas Jefferson Jr- I was listening to the scene where TJ goes around thanking the brits for not getting involved in the civil world? I started at my ceiling and decided that TJ had to be Emile. Also, optimism!

Also for a cursed idea? Thomas as Jack. Thomas as the chaos singing sword.

[mostcertainlynotcis]

oh my original idea was that logan and deceit were parenting remus but deceit momming both of them sounds cute too

anon i owe u my life

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"Remus!!"

Remus jumped and literally rolled out of bed at the urgency in their voice.

"YEAH??" he yelled back.

"Get dressed and come downstairs! We're heading out and we have someone for you to meet!" his ren instructed.

"ALRIGHT!" He quickly pulled on a thin T-shirt and ripped jeans that his dad would not entirely approve of, which he didn't mind. He started down the stairs like a normal person, then sat on the rail and slid down the rest of the way, landing easily on the floor below. His dad sighed heavily upon seeing him.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" he asked. "You're going to get hurt!"

Remus just shrugged. "Nah. I'll be fine. Where's Ren?"

"They're just in the kitchen. They're making your favorite~" Logan answered in a singsong voice. Remus grinned and ran past him to the kitchen, ignoring how his dad called after him to not run. He burst into the kitchen, skidding to a stop just before he hit the wall.

"Goooood morning!!" he chirped, inhaling the delicious smells coming from the stove.

"Good morning," Dee said, smiling softly at their son's antics.

"Is that what I think it is~?" Remus asked, leaning in. His ren pushed him away by the forehead, ignoring his cry of protest.

"It is. Now go sit at the table and have patience, chaos gremlin," they said.

"Patience is boring as fuck," he declared, plopping down at the table.

"Language," Logan chided as he walked in. He walked over to Dee and planted a kiss on his cheek. Remus faked a gag, and Logan rolled his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and sat at the table next to him.

"So!" Remus started. "Ren said you have someone for me to meet?"

"Ah, yes. It's a surprise, but Dee and I are quite certain you two will get along well together," Logan answered.

"Ooo, how fun! I'm excited!" he decided, clapping. Logan smiled softly.

"I'm glad to hear that, Remus." He ruffled his hair and Remus laughed. A moment later, Dee set a plate of food in front of him - three fried eggs, wrapped in bacon and ham with molten cheese on top.

"Here's your food sin, you little gremlin," they said fondly. Remus grinned and dug in. The three of them traded idle chatter until Remus declared he was done with a loud burp.

They got in the car and headed out, dragging Remus along for boring errands, until finally, Logan got a call. He paid close attention, trying to get any details he could, but Logan was painfully vague. So, he just zoned out again as they drove to some house.

They pulled to a stop and Dee shepherded him out of the car. They knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man with a cardigan tied around his shoulders answered the door. He lit up when he saw them.

"Oh, hey! You must be Dee and Remus. I'm Patton!" He shook Remus's hand enthusiastucally. "I'll go get Roman!" And he left, just like that. Remus froze.

"...Roman?" he whispered, looking to Dee. They just smiled. A moment later, a boy came rushing out, tackling Remus in a hug. Remus yelled in delight, holding his twin close.

"Oh my God," Roman whispered, and Remus alone could tell he was on the edge of tears. "Oh my God. I thought I'd never see you again."

"Too bad, I'm here now and you can't get rid of me," Remus laughed. He helped Roman to his feet.

"Awfully bold of you to assume I want to be rid of you," he shot back. They finally noticed how everyone else was watching them. They just smiled, and as Remus hugged Roman tightly, he knew everything was going to be okay.

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[please do not tag dukedontlook, tw remus, or tw deceit! thank you!]

[secretsantasides]

Gift #5: Sun and Moon

Gift for: @okay-finne

Prompt: Deceit/Logan, Unsympathetic Virgil/Patton. Gods AU, tw blood, body mutilation.

"Sun"

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He can hear their cries.

It distracts him from his own pain, the pain of having something so important ripped out of him.

It also makes his torture a million times worse.

Listening to the cries of his children in the room next door, not knowing if they're actually being hurt or if they're just scared.

He prays that they're just scared. Losing this integral part of him is one thing. Losing the children he already has is another.

"Stop- stop- don't hurt them, please don't hurt them! They're chil- they're children!" He yells out as best he can, panicked and thrashing on the bed he's strapped too. It’s too hard to lie right now, too hard to put up the harsh and cocky mask he usually puts up for the beasts near him.

Blood soaking the gauze around his abdomen.

Blood, everywhere.

The 'doctor' the gods had sent stands, grinning to himself, on the other side of the room, dark circles under his eyes and purple hair his most visible features. He smells like lightning.

Pain, everywhere.

In his head, in his body, in his heart.

The screams cut off in the other room, and his breath catches.

They should still be screaming. They should still be scared.

His own cries cut off as his panic mounts and chokes him, grief overwhelming him even as he denies it.

Maybe the screaming wasn't his children. Maybe it had been just another cruel method the gods decided to use to punish him more.

"Please, my- my children." His voice breaks on the last word. He can't convince himself that it's true; that the terror stricken voices hadn't been his treasures.

Not with blood caked against his dark skin and in his golden hair, against the scales that he had always prided himself in keeping in perfect order.

Not when they'd already gone farther than he'd thought they would.

Why take away his womb and leave him with his children?

What point would there be to take away his ability to give life while leaving him with the life he's already made?

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The first ice age is caused by his grief. He stays locked within the depths of his palace, away from the servants who are only trying to help.

He gets punished for this too, of course.

Anything that affects their mortals.

And so, the unblemished skin of his face becomes puckered on one side, burnt by a fire specially made to be so unnatural that it could wound the very Sun. The scales that had been there damage, some fall off completely and some meld into his skin grotesquely. It leaves his skin patchy and scarred, and dry, and far from the beauty he had once prided himself in.

His right eye is lost to the flames as well. This, he doesn't mourn. He can't bring himself to care. Not with the gaping hole he can feel inside of him- both in his body and in his heart.

Word gets from his Moon to him, somehow. The servants, he thinks. Usually it would be too risky to do it, but with their Lord on the verge of giving up, it may be well worth it.

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The letter has been the only thing that has kept him going for longer than he cares to count.

Day after day. The one letter that has been able to slip through the tighter security put around his palace since his mistakes.

Now, it's worn to the point of being so fragile that he will have to copy it over again soon. He's worn through so many copies that it's obscene. He can't help it. The words and the one who sent it mean everything to him now.

The letter reminds him that even if he's lost greatly, someone shares that loss with him. And if he were to give up, he would cause him even greater tragedy.

'My Sun, We will be brought together once again. I am sure of it. Think less of our loss, as much as it pains me to say that, and think more of what may have been. Do not lose yourself in sadness in grief. Let your anger fester and pull you together and push you forward, so that we may be united again, as we should be. Hold on. The mortals will be the death of themselves one day, when the gods refuse to come to their aid. We will be released. Do not do this to yourself. You will take away the very last piece of me that the gods have not completely stripped away. Let me be that piece for you as well. Your Moon'

He will be holding on, for forever if he has to. He has to keep hope that he will be able to see his Moon again.

Not as much hope as he had last time. Not enough to make him foolish enough that he considers doing something about it himself again.

Just enough that he can convince himself that there is a reason to keep going.

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More copies of the letter come and go.

More days.

More glimpses of night. Of the Moon Palace on the horizon, just out of reach.

Finally, word gets to him of the fulfillment of what his Moon had said would take place.

The Mortals will reach their end soon.

This is the first time in a long time that the servants kept in the Sun Palace see their Lord break down.

The current copy of the letter gets crushed to his chest, and the ink smears where tears dare to touch down on the creased paper.

Soon.

Soon, it will feel like this had all been for something, that his pain and perseverance hadn't been for nothing.

He will see his Moon soon, and he will be able to heal properly this time.

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“Moon”

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“My lord! My lord! Have you heard the good news yet?” A servant’s cry echoes through the palace, rushing into the throne room where almost everything is plated in or made of reflective minerals and polished well enough that you can see every thread of the staff member’s clothing as they scamper by.

“The good news of what? That my father will not be joi-”

“That the other gods have given up on the mortals!” The servant cuts their lord off, but such a thing is not worried about in the palace of the Moon. He does not care for the silly social rules the other gods put in place, even if the one he so sorely misses, does.

The god is frozen now- much like he has felt inwardly all these years, separated from his warmth. The gods- especially one like… him, Patton- giving up on their mortals? Now? Finally? It can’t be true. They uprooted whole lives, turned over everything and rewrote fate herself to put these mortals here.

“The gods have given up on their mortals? On their Earth?” “Yes! Remus says he’s heard the mortals are to die out within the week! He’s said you’re going to be allowed to leave your palace!”

The Moon Palace. More like a prison, he thinks. A silvery, reflective castle on top of gangly legs that does nothing more than stalk around the earth. A palace he had thought would never be able to do more than that. But with the Humans perishing, if this is true…

“You’re sure about this, Zero?” The servant hesitates when they’re addressed by the robed figure upon his throne. “I.. It’s hard to be certain. But I have heard this from Remus and his place by the throne in-”

“- Remus is far from where orders originate. Send word to the Light Council and ask for confirmation for me.” There’s no use getting his hopes too high just yet. He can’t afford to. He remembers what happened last time someone had stretched their hopes a little too far; a little too soon. It hadn’t been him, of course, last time. But it reminds him, all the same, to be much more careful with his feelings.

“Of course, Sir.” They bow before heading back out of the throne room; their steps echoing in the nearly empty halls. The Moon Palace isn’t one you would imagine a god would be living in. The walls empty, bare. Very few furnishings interrupt the mirrored structure of the castle, making the interior like a maze to all those who don’t know their way around by heart.

The servants closer to the god say that his castle is much like him. Unyielding for those not in his heart.

The god stands from his throne and goes to stand by one of the few windows in his home. He always sees the Sunset from here. His castle ever chasing after the Sun palace; his mind and heart ever chasing after someone he had once and may not be able to ever have again.

He can keep hope, now. He allows himself a small sliver of it.

Soon, he may get to be in the embrace of the Sun once again. Feel his warm embrace. Smell the slightly dusty, warm scent that not many mortals have the ability to catch a whiff of. Even the prospect of just catching a full glimpse of his Sun excites him.

It’s been so long. Ages. Epochs. Periods. Eras. Eons. Supereons. Further. He isn’t sure there’s a word for how long it’s been.

All he knows is that he’s only left with the faint memories of warm days and cooler nights spent with his lover, of the way they touched back when they actually could.

Of how he now is doomed to spend eternity only chasing after his Sun, never to catch him, for the sake of the mortals that reside on the Earth the Elder gods had given to him and his Sun.

The Moon resents the Mortals for the job the gods have given him, and resents the gods for having taken his Earth and placed mortals on it in the first place-- then having the audacity to ask for him and his Sun to do this; to be separated until their whims decided they could be together once again. He resents them for what they did to his Sun when they had said no at first.

The Moon will wait and bide his time until he is allowed to reunite with his Sun, for his Sun’s sake.

And then there will be hell to pay.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Soulmate AU

So y'all know how soulmates were originally made? Humans used to have four of everything before Zeus split all humans into two and then forced them to wonder around; looking for their missing half. Y'all know how this story could relate to Roman and Remus being split?

And then there's a whole slew of Soulmate AUs: the red string of fate, not seeing color until you meet your soulmate, their names on your wrists.

So, what if the Gods messed with humanity by changing everything up every few decades? The King -- AKA Roman and Remus-- are cursed to stay in the Reincarnation AU while everyone else adapts to the Gods' little games.

In the 21st century, the new method of finding soulmates is their names on your wrist. However, Roman and Remus don't have this: the only way they can find eachother is piecing together the memories of their past lives: which only comes in the form of dreams. The challenge is that they have to piece their memories together before one or both of them die or else they're forced to repeat the process in the 21st century all over again.

To make it more angsty, Virgil has Roman's name on his wrist and tries his best to keep it hidden from his childhood friend because he knows that Roman doesn't have anyone's names on his wrist. And based off later evidence, Virgil assumes that Roman is aromantic: and tries to be happy with a platonic relationship, despite wanting more.

While Logan and Deceit have a perfectly healthy and happy relationship in the background (later getting married and adopting a son named Thomas), everyone else is so angsty. Virgil is pining helplessly, Roman is trying to desperately figure out what the deal with his dreams are while keeping the fact he doesn't have a name on his wrist a secret(the only people knowing being his parents and Virgil) and Remus flaunts the fact he doesn't have a soulmate; often dealing with judgemental stares and harsh words.

What about Patton? Well, Patton has tons of soulmates: Virgil, Roman, Remus, Logan, Deceit and even Thomas. The thing is, he's aromantic: and he hasn't come out to anyone. He hides his soulmate marks for everyone because he doesn't want his affection personality to be mistaken with anything else other than friendship. Maybe that's one of the reasons Patton always asserts himself as everyone's father. Another big reason is that his rich parents want to set him up with a romantic partner: and they have the traditional views of soulmates being purely romantic.

[rosesisupposes]

Starlight Is Forever

Part 1: Polyglots and Honeypots

Summary: A highly-trained spy is send to infiltrate one the most prolific and dangerous crime families in the world. His targets? The family heirs: twins Roman and Virgil. Who just so happen to be multilingual, rich as sin, and utterly and entirely attractive. He's in serious trouble.

Pairings: Platonic/Brotherly Prinxiety; Romantic Analogical; Romantic Royality; Past Romantic Loceit; Platonic/Brotherly Logicality;

Warnings: Deception/Lies; Suggestive Themes; Allusions to Smut; Deceit (in flashback); Brief transphobia/misgendering (in flashback); References to violence (not shown);

Word count: 25,719 (how did this happen? good question)

Read on Ao3

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Excerpt:

It's a bright grey London morning when Logan picks up a newspaper and a breakfast pastry at the shop around the corner. Returning to his small but elegant flat, he reads through headline references to 'fishy situations' and 'jam-packed.' They don’t appear in the regular Guardian, of course. This one’s just for him. The date has been changed, too, to this date next year. It could so easily look like a misprint. But it's his handler's way of telling him "prepare for a very long stay if needed." So, accordingly, he packs up his bags, sends the large ones through three different trusted contacts (none of whom know each other, of course), and buys an airline ticket under one of his 2 dozen passports to the island of Sardinia.

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[coconut-cluster]

Hellooooo, I have once again binged the uni au, and man, it still hits so hard, I am in love with how you write. I hope there will be updates one day, and if not, know that it is still such a wonderful experience to read. Hope things are going well for you, and may all your drinks be the perfect temperature 💕💕

oh my god thank you so much 🥹 there WILL be updates I promise, uni au loceit is without a doubt the au/stories I go back to most from this blog, it’s one of my favorites and I know I always take forever-and-a-while to update things but it will come!

[specs-and-capelets]

happy birthday @sanderdarksides !!! i made a little something for your loceit gods au, as a gift :) it's a little late, but i hope u had a good birthday <3

[princeanxious]

Bro loceit god au Janus is soooo pretty omfg

He is and he absolutely knows it~