#roceit mention

[ssslimyboy]

Janus, drunk: I don't know why people make such a big deal out of lying. You just say stuff. You still think my name's Janus.

Roman, also drunk: WHAT.

[canonically47]

“oh but intrulogical would be toxic if they dated” “oh but roceit despise each other” “but this ship would be bad” you are talking about the aspects of a 35 y/o man’s personality. the ships are not supposed to make sense. learn to have some joy and whimsy and make those ‘enemies’ kiss

[savesavva]

the colors went wild here

[keter-class-anomaly]

Just one quick little Roman doodle before bed aaaannnd.. it’s been three and a half hours.

Spooky evil Roman wooo he’s Januss wife for sure and they’re toxic yuri anyways

Close ups and slight variants under the cut

Reblogs>>>>>likes

[scenecipriano]

Me wishing I could draw/animate cause picture it-

Roceit Wedding: Roman comes to the altar with his grooms men “I See The Light” from tangled plays it stops halfway

Cue Janus making his way with the other half picking up and it ends when Roman lifts his veil when the songs “Now that I see you”

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - Chapter 5

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Summary: Janus and his dad are both hurt and haunted by their past, it's time they'll talk about it with each other, and what's a better time than 2 in the morning?

Pairing: past anxceit, pre romantic roceit

Warnings: grief, mentions of past accident and death, regret, self deprecation, disability, insomnia. Let me know if there's anything I missed.

Word count: 1,416

Hey folks! Sorry for the late update, this week was hectic for me omg. But I'm here to deliver you another unhealthy dose of angst horray! @prince-rowan-of-the-forest

Just stop thinking about him…

Stop thinking about Virgil…

He doesn't matter anymore…

You don't need him…

Janus turned in his bed, it was hard enough to find a position where his left leg hurt the least, but now he was so restless he couldn't stop moving and turning.

Why the fuck did he agree to go there? What was he thinking? All it did was bring back all the pain he spent so much time trying to push down…

It's not fair how Virgil can hurt him even when he's not there while he gets to laugh with his new friends and kiss Roman's soft lips whenever he pleases and-

No, that's not the time to be thinking of this… he needs to sleep…

Ugh who is he kidding? He's not going to sleep tonight…

With a sigh, he got up and went to get himself some water and maybe a - he checked the time - 2am snack.

When he got to the kitchen, however, it wasn't as dark and empty as he expected. His dad was sitting at the table, looking at a photo that, even though Janus couldn't see it, was obviously of his mom.

So, it's going to be one of these nights it seems… great.

"Hey dad.." Janus said softly but his dad still jumped in surprise.

"Oh! H-hwy buddy! What are you doing up?" His dad put up a smile that wasn't fooling any of them.

Janus raised an eyebrow, "I can ask you the same question… been thinking about her?" He asked softly.

His dad let out an empty chuckle, shaking his head, "I always think about her… I never stopped… but yeah, I am.." he admitted, his barely-put-together cheerful persona falling away to reveal his sad and tired face.

He gestured weakly for Janus to sit next to him and they both stared at the picture in silence for a long moment. The three of them laughing and covered in mud on the floor.

Janus remembered that day, it was the day before the accident… it just finished raining and the sun was coming out of the clouds, making a beautiful rainbow. Janus' mom insisted they'll go out and take a picture with it so they rushed outside, his dad bringing their old camera and setting it up. They all posed but at the last second, Janus' dad slipped on the mud, making all three of them fall with him and they all burst into laughter right when the timer went down and the camera clicked.

Janus stared at himself in that picture, happy and healthy and… normal. Sometimes he forgets he ever was that… normal. His father's sigh broke him out of his thoughts.

"I should have been there…" he said quietly.

Janus held back his tears at the sound of his dad's regretful tone, "don't… it doesn't help anything… it just hurts you when you think like that… we can't change what happened."

"I know… I know you're right… but the feeling is still there… I yelled at her…" he trailed off with a sob, "my last moments with her were spent arguing over stupid things that don't matter… don't mean anything like you two mean to me…" he buried his face in his hands, taking shaky breaths. "What would she think of me now…"

Janus laid a hand on his father's trembling shoulders, "you're doing your best, she would love you for it… just like I do."

His dad relaxed back into the chair, leaning his head over his son's shoulder and relaxing slowly. "Thank you, son… that means a lot.."

They stayed that way for a long moment, before his dad lifted his head to look at Janus, "and why are you up?"

Janus sighed, he was hoping to avoid this question… "just thoughts… won't stop pestering me, ya know?" He tried but it was clear his dad wasn't buying it.

He took a deep breath, "...I went to Virgil's the other day…" he started. He never actually told his dad what happened between them, but the man was smart enough and knew him well enough to have a pretty good guess of the reason behind Virgil's sudden disappearance. "...and now I can't stop thinking about him again.." he admitted.

His father nodded in understanding, "I see… you never really told what happened between you two." He said carefully.

Normally, Janus would brush off the question, but his dad seems to need a distraction like this right now and it's not like it's some big secret… he can't stop thinking about it now anyway so might as well tell someone.

So, Janus took a deep breath, "there's not much to tell, really… one day he just stopped answering my texts… he stopped being in our usual meeting stops… then, a week or so later… I see him hanging with the popular group at our school. Not even meeting my eyes… I just can't stop wondering what I could have possibly done or said that drove him away like that… was he only my friend because he thought I was his only choice?"

Janus didn't realize he was crying until his dad reached out and wiped the tears from his cheeks, "I'm sorry son, that's awful." He hugged him gently.

Janus sniffed and sighed, "I probably deserved it…" he said quietly.

His dad pulled away to look him in the eyes, "no, you didn't, what Virgil did was not okay, you hear me?" He said firmly.

Janus nodded weakly and his dad gave him a comforting smile. "Come on, we both need to go to bed."

And they each got up and went to their rooms to try and get some sleep before the sun came up.

…

He woke up to his phone ringing.

Frowning, he pulled the phone off the charger and looked to see who was calling him.

He almost dropped his phone when he saw it was Roman of all people. Does it have something to do with their project? But it's sunday, couldn't that wait until they see each other at school on monday?

Mind racing, he nervously answered and put the phone to his ear, "hello?"

Silence.

"Roman?"

"...are you okay?"

Janus frowned, looking at the clock, "you woke me up at 8 in the morning on sunday just to ask me that?"

"Sorry I just felt really bad over what happened at Virgil's and I just had to see how you were doing…"

Janus was glad it was a phone call and that Roman couldn't see his blush, "w-what do you have to feel bad about? It's between me and Virg-"

"I know but I knew you had a history and I still convinced you to go and I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would be so painful for you…"

Roman started bubbling as Janus just sat there, stunned, "...you… blame yourself on yesterday?" He asked suddenly, making Roman stop.

"Um… yes? I guess it's kinda dumb huh?" He heard Roman chuckle awkwardly.

"No it's… actually sweet…" Janus thought to himself with heated cheeks.

"What?"

Janus suddenly realized he said it out loud and hung up immediately, heart racing. What the fuck is he doing?

He waited anxiously to see if Roman would call again, but when nothing happened, he sighed in relief and went downstairs to start on making breakfast for him and his dad.

…

"Someone is up early, it smells amazing here." His father greeted him a few hours later as he walked into the kitchen, "can I help with anything?"

Janus turned from the pan on the stove to raise an eyebrow at his dad, "last time you 'helped' I almost had to call the fire department."

"Hey! That was not my fault! The instructions were very confusing!" His dad protested with a grin.

Janus just shook his head with a smile and turned back to the pancakes he was in the middle of making.

They were just about to sit down to eat when a knock was heard from the door.

With a sigh, Janus grubbed his cane and went to answer it.

He was feeling strangely better today. He never imagined telling his dad what happened would make much of a difference but… it really did. It still hurt, but it was more dull than before… weird.

He opened the door and nearly dropped his cane when he saw who it was.

"Um… hey…" said Virgil awkwardly, "c-can we talk?"

[emo-nightmares]

drunk!Roman Headcanon(s), feat: Roceit.

Roman is the super affectionate/emotional drunk, that gives out the weirdest compliments.

Roman, drunk: "I love the way you molt, baby. It's so beautiful to get to fall in love with the new you every time.🥺" Janus: Filing divorce papers.

Janus: Wrinkles his nose slightly.

Roman, still drunk: 😍🥰🥹🥺💖💕❤️❤️‍🔥💝❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍

[just-a-little-anxious]

thinking about writing a fanfic where Roman is in a relationship with Janus or something, and he finds out Janus cheats, but doesn't say anything. Like, just imagine. Roman loves Janus so much, and he's heartbroken, but desperately hoping that it just happened one time, which he later finds out is false. It happened multiple times. And he knows that Janus has been more distant lately, but he doesn't want their relationship to end yet. And when Janus eventually tells Roman he wants to break up, all Roman can do is mutter a defeated 'I know', before explaining he knew about how Janus cheated. The whole relationship was like a fairytale in real life, to him, and he just couldn't let that go yet.

Like imagine how sad that would be.

[l0ubalu]

What your favorite sanders sides ship says about you in my opinion

I got this idea from @sandersontheside

Logince: Your favorite episode is why do we get out of bed in the morning and you question that too. You’re a fan of those red and blue haired character anime ships, and let’s not mention how much you love enemies to lovers. I feel like you like spaghetti with a shit ton of Parmesan, and sprite or Pepsi.

Logicality: You like sweet, wholesome ships the most and have probably either written a fan fiction about, read a fan fiction, or have thought about them baking cookies together. Also for some reason I feel like you like John Mulaney

Analogical: You like angst, not a crazy amount but you like to dip your ankles in it. Speaking of dip you probably either really like ranch or bbq sauce. And your favorite squishmallow is the bat one.

Loceit: You’re either the most chaotic person I will ever meet or you’re scarily chill about everything. You like it when all sense of right and wrong leave the room and just pure chaos despite how chaotically chill Logan and Janus are. You’ve definitely committed arson, and you’re a fan of tin cans and rainbows.

Intrulogical: You’re special, with love. I bet you watch doctor who while deepthroating packets of fun dip, sweet tarts, and/or hot tamales, I don’t have much else to say (I like this ship btw)

Royality: Opposites attract isn’t a thing that even registers in your brain, and despite what I want to think you’re probably the friend who corrupts the brains of your innocent friends and tells them about god knows what. If that’s not the case though you are the innocent friend who has surrounded themselves with not very innocent people. You like pasta with cumin. You also really like blueberries, soy sauce, and bluey.

Prinxiety: You’re correct. You prefer Ryan Gosling over Ryan Reynolds and you hate honeydew. You also probably have social anxiety.

Roceit: You like longer slow burn fanfictions and not just one shots, that along with enemies to lovers and a lot of tension. You’re definitely a maximalist when it comes to your room and you love rupauls drag race.

Moxiety: You’re a really sweet introvert and you like romance movies with happy endings. You probably like Mac Demarco and Arctic Monkeys and you like the scent of vanilla.

Moceit: (Kiss me) You really like stuffed animals and just fuzzy things in general. You’re a dog person but you like more cuddly cat-like dogs. You also like tomato soup.

Intruality: You’re super chaotic but super sweet, probably an Enfp or Entp. You like pickles and skunks and peanut butter cookies and cars 2.

Anxceit: You’re favorite social media is tumblr and you miss MySpace. You love hoodies and sweaters, your favorite season is winter, and you really like old artwork. You’re also really good at makeup, especially eye makeup

Dukexiety: You’re probably super all over the place and your rooms a mess but you know where everything is. You also really like snake plants and spiders

Dukeceit: You love the whole “He’s an idiot, but that’s my idiot” thing about this ship. If you have a roku it’s not set to the default theme and you probably like 90s-00s hiphop and you despise when your bed has crumbs in it.

Remrom: …

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

The Spies Who Raised Us (pt 1/5)

[•], Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word count: 2,774

Rating: teen

Pairings: Roceit, familial DLAMP

Warnings: teenage angst, mentioned bullying

~~~START~~~

“Good morning, my darlings!” Janus breezed into the kitchen, hair still damp from his shower, but otherwise ready for work.

“And what a wonderful morning it is!” Roman agreed, grabbing his husband around the waist and twirling him through the kitchen, careful not to ruffle his suit too much on the way.

“Hi dad!” Patton, Janus and Roman’s youngest, turned his attention away from his cartoons to happily accept a hug and a kiss from his dad.

Virgil was not as receptive to Janus’s affection, and after a grunt of acknowledgment, squirmed out of the hug before Janus could kiss him.

“Good morning, dad,” Logan said tonelessly as he pointedly did not look up from the math book he had open in front of him.

“Is that due today?” Janus asked, trying not to sound too judgemental or too much like he was snooping as he sat down in front of the omelet Roman had placed at the kitchen table for him.

Logan actually scoffed at that. “Of course not. This is the unit we are covering tomorrow; I am simply getting a head start.”

“That’s my little bookworm!” Roman said, affectionately mussing Logan’s hair. The fourteen year old actually pried his eyes away from the textbook in order to properly level his papa with a death glare before returning to his studies with twice the ferocity as before.

Roman deflated a little at the treatment.

Logan had entered his angsty teenage phase a little over a year ago, and Virgil, though only twelve, was following close behind. Patton, at least, was nine and still bubbly and affectionate.

“What’s the unit about?” Janus persisted in conversation.

“You wouldn’t understand it,” Logan rolled his eyes. Lately, he seemed to be of the opinion that because he had skipped a grade and was two years ahead in math besides, it meant that he was better than everyone else. Or at least that he was better than his dads; Janus had overheard him patiently explaining the difference between ratios and fractions to Virgil the other day, so at the very least he knew his son wasn’t snubbing his brothers.

“Try me,” Janus pushed. “There’s a lot of math in accounting.”

“We’re going to be late to school,” Logan said instead.

“Right then!” Roman jumped up exuberantly. “Grab your bags, grab your jackets, grab your lunches!”

All three boys sprang into action to grab their things for school, though some were probably more eager to get away from their dads than to actually go to school. After one final check to make sure each of the boys’ uniforms were in order, all five of them piled into the family sedan and were off.

Logan had firmly put his foot down about Janus and Roman exiting the car to hug them all goodbye months ago, so Janus had to settle for watching his boys go from the passenger window. Logan strode straight from the car into the school without an ounce of hesitation; Virgil followed after him, a little slower and a little more hesitant; Patton turned around to wave goodbye to his dads before jogging a little to catch up to Virgil. A little of Janus’s unease was lifted as Virgil allowed Patton to take his hand.

“They’re going to be fine,” Roman assured him as the boys disappeared into the building.

“I know.” Maybe that would have been more reassuring if the two of them didn’t alternate days saying it.

Roman merged back into traffic, heading in the direction of their office building.

Janus was an “accountant” in the same building Roman was a “custodian” for, and the two of them carpooled to work every day. They walked from their car to the elevators hand in hand, but Roman pressed the down button while Janus pressed the up one.

“What’s your schedule for the day?” Janus asked as they waited for their respective elevators.

“Some new recruits to break in at eight, lunch at twelve-thirty, then drop-in appointments for seasoned vets until five — I’ll get a ride home from Remy, so you and the kids won’t need to worry about me. You?”

“Same old, same old,” Janus sighed. “I’m partnered with Emile this week, so it won’t be so bad.”

Roman frowned, but didn’t speak until two sets of elevator doors opened at once. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go back into the field, y’know.”

Janus kissed his husband one last time before heading towards his awaiting elevator. “I know, but we both retired from the field for a reason, and even if two of our boys think we’re the lamest parents in the world, I’d rather be the lame parent who’s around than the cool parent who’s gone.”

“I love you,” Roman said, stepping into his elevator.

“I love you too, dear.”

Then the elevator doors closed.

“Initiating identification scan,” a computerized voice announced as laser grids began scanning up and down Janus’s elevator. This was followed by a renal scan, and a saliva sample. “Janus Sanders recognized. Welcome, Agent Sanders.”

The doors opened into an office space that looked more like a police precinct than an accounting office. Desks were arranged in an open concept room with two per island, a free standing bulletin board next to every pair. On the bulletin boards were complex webs of string connecting different pictures and documents. The chatter of the office created a small wall of constant droning.

Janus walked through the somewhat chaotic space with practiced ease. As much as he complained about his job to Roman, he was in his element here just as much as he was at a dinner party in France, or a bullet train in Japan.

“Good morning, Emile,” Janus said as he sat at his desk and logged into his computer. “What are we looking at today?”

“Morning, Jan, do you how do?” Emile smiled from where he was already typing away at his own computer. “Looks like Cowell is going to be a Danish pilot.”

“Naturally,” Janus replied, looking through the brief he and Emile had been sent.

“I’ve already started on his professional history if you want to get on his personal details.”

“Do I ever,” Janus sighed. “I’m thinking he’s the oldest of four.”

Forging aliases for other spies wasn’t as glamorous as being the spy receiving the aliases, but both Janus and Roman had agreed after they’d gotten married and started a family that the possibility of dying in the field wasn’t worth the excitement anymore. Hence the office job: sitting at a boring desk, working with boring people — Emile excluded — creating boring papers, so that everyone living the life of excitement is less likely to die in the field.

Janus’s mood had improved by lunch — Emile was a breath of fresh air compared to most of the forgery staff — but even if it hadn’t, there was nothing better than seeing his husband, scoop-neck tank top, skin glistening with sweat, waiting for him at their usual table in the cafeteria.

“Ah, mi amor!” Roman cried, jumping dramatically to his feet. “How I’ve missed you!”

“You saw me this morning,” Janus rolled his eyes, but he didn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “How were the greenhorns?”

“Their form is improving, but I could still whip each and every one of their asses blindfolded!”

“I’ve no doubt,” Janus smiled.

Towards the end of lunch, Janus’s phone began to ring. Janus pulled the phone out of his pocket, concern coloring his face as he read the caller ID.

“Hmm?” Roman asked around a mouthful of cookies.

“It’s the boys’ school,” Janus explained. “Hello?”

“Hello,” a pleasant woman’s voice came over the phone's tinny speakers. “Is this the parent or guardian of Logan Sanders-Kingsley?”

“It is. What seems to be the problem?” Janus asked, bracing himself for whatever this woman was going to tell him. Roman made an inquisitive face, but Janus held a finger up to signal that he didn’t know yet.

“When you come to pick up Logan today Principal Higgins would like to have a word with you — it’s about Logan’s academic dishonesty.”

Janus’s eyes narrowed. “What academic dishonesty?”

“You didn’t know? We sent Logan home last week with a note.”

“One moment, please,” Janus said, covering the speaker with his hand to whisper to Roman “did we get a note from the school about Logan last week?”

“No. Is he in trouble?”

“Something about academic dishonesty, I’ll ask. What exactly did Logan do?” Janus asked into the phone once more.

“You can discuss that with the principal later. While you’re here, we might need to discuss your son, Virgil, as well.”

“What about Virgil?” Janus demanded.

“We’ll see you later, Mr. Sanders-Kingsley.” The woman said before hanging up.

“Unhelpful,” Janus growled, slamming his phone onto the table.

“What about Virgil!?” Roman asked, sounding just as panicked as Janus felt.

“They wouldn’t tell me! They just said ‘we’ll talk about it when you pick up the kids’.” Janus said petulantly.

“Do you want me to come? I can get out early if you need me to.”

“No,” Janus sighed. They had an arrangement: Roman got the kids ready in the morning and Janus picked them up from school, which almost always meant Janus would go talk to the boys’ teachers when they were in trouble. This was for the best because Roman had a tendency to get overly passionate when he thought someone was attacking any of his sons. “You’re needed here, I can handle it.”

“You’re needed here, too,” Roman pointed out.

Janus rolled his eyes. “Yes, but if I leave early then really the only consequence is that ‘Espen Bakker’s’ parents didn’t send him to summer camp as a child.”

“Poor Espen,” Roman sighed playfully.

“I guess he was forced to just sit inside all day and build model planes, no wonder he wanted to become a pilot.”

~~~

Janus clocked out of work a little earlier than usual, as a result, he got to the boys’ school before the end of day bell rang. He sat in the car for a minute to steady himself, but ultimately he decided to head to the office before the hallways filled with kids.

Virgil and Logan were both sitting on a bench in the office when Janus entered. Virgil was hunched over in his chair — trying to make himself as small as possible — while Logan was sitting straight and proud, eyes focused on the wall ahead of him.

“Boys,” Janus greeted curtly.

“Dad,” Logan said back while Virgil shrank even more.

“Mr. Sanders-Kingsley!” A short woman whose voice Janus recognized from the earlier phone call exclaimed. “Principal Higgins’s office is right through there.” She gestured to a closed door part way down a hall behind her as though Janus had never been here before.

“Thank you,” Janus said, shooting his boys one last glance before heading for the door. Logan met his gaze steadily, Virgil very much did not.

Janus knocked on the closed door, and a second later a stern looking woman with short graying hair answered it.

“Mr. Sanders,” she said, politely but not overly warmly. Janus had been called into the principal’s office a handful of times over the years, enough for the principal to know he didn’t go by ‘Sanders-Kingsley’. “Please come in. Have a seat.”

“Thank you.” Janus took a seat across from her desk. “If you don’t mind, I know I was called in for Logan’s ‘academic dishonesty’, and while I’m not quite sure what that means, I wasn’t told why I was called for Virgil.”

Principal Higgins sighed and sat back in her own chair. “There’s no easy way to say this,” she said — taking her sweet time, Janus thought bitterly. “Virgil’s been bullying fifth graders.”

Janus’s brain short circuited a little at that. Virgil was a sweet kid, and even if he was being a little standoffish at home, he was still one of the least confrontational people Janus knew. Why would he be bullying kids two years younger than him?

“That doesn’t sound like Virgil,” Janus finally said.

“I know these kinds of things can be hard to process,” Ms. Higgins said, shooting Janus a sympathetic look. “But we have eyewitness reports — and not just from his victims, but from other students and even a teacher. Virgil was seen to be shoving fifth graders and calling them names.”

“Why?”

“Mr. Sanders, we don’t believe that there’s any excuse for bullying at this school,” Ms. Higgins said sternly, her expression radiating disapproval that — were he not a former international spy — would probably have Janus feeling undeservingly contrite.

“So you didn’t ask him why he was bullying ten-year-olds.”

“No, Mr. Sanders, I did not. We have a zero tolerance policy for bullying here; I’m afraid that Virgil’s been suspended for two days, and I expect that, as his father, you will be extending his punishment at home.”

“Of course,” Janus agreed. He agreed that if Virgil was bullying younger kids just to bully them he should be punished, but bullying just didn’t seem like Virgil, and Janus was going to get to the bottom of it before he issued any punishments. “And now, Logan’s academic dishonesty? Has he been cheating?”

Cheating, similarly, didn't sound like Logan. Logan had all the brains either of his dads had and then some, he didn’t need to cheat.

“In short,” Higgins replied. “Yes, but not for himself. We sent home a note last week because Logan was suspected of selling essays to his classmates for them to turn in; today, Logan was caught selling answers to an upcoming chemistry test, and while we have no hard evidence that he’s done this before, we strongly believe he has.”

“How so?”

“There’s been an uptick in test performance this academic year for several of our… lower students — academically speaking — including the two boys he was caught selling answers to. I’ll admit we can’t prove that he’s been selling answers all year, he’s still being suspended for selling the chemistry test answers.”

“For how long?” Janus sighed, he could feel a migraine starting to set in.

“The rest of the week. Mr. Sanders, this is very serious, if neither of your boys show any improvement or remorse after their suspensions then the next steps will involve possible expulsion.”

“I understand, Ms. Higgins, and rest assured that my husband and I will get to the root of his behavior and cut it off before it grows into a pattern.” Janus stood up and shook the principal’s hand.

“See that you do, Mr. Sanders,” Ms. Higgins sighed. “Your boys are very bright, I would hate for them to throw away their futures like this.”

The final bell had rung while Janus was in his meeting, and when he emerged from the principal’s office, Patton had joined his brothers on the bench.

“Hi dad!” Patton said, jumping up to hug Janus.

Janus hugged him back before turning to his older sons. “Do either of you have anything to say?”

Virgil shook his head.

“No,” Logan said.

“Fine,” Janus sighed. “Let’s go.”

Patton held Janus’s hand as Janus led the way to the car, Logan and Virgil following silently behind. Patton filled the walk with chatter about his day, but Janus was finding it hard to concentrate.

Janus didn’t start the car when they all got in, and the silence stretched out.

“Anything to say now?” Janus finally asked, looking first to Logan in the passenger seat, and then back to Virgil. Neither of them replied. “Fine then, give me your phones, we’ll discuss more in depth punishments when your father gets home.”

Virgil handed his phone over quickly and wordlessly, but Logan protested.

“That’s not fair!”

“How?” Janus demanded, raising his voice. “How is this not fair? You were cheating, Logan, what were you expecting?”

“I was not cheating, I’m not even taking chemistry.”

“Cheating that doesn’t benefit your own grades is still cheating! You broke the rules, you were caught, and now you’re suffering the consequences! Give me your phone!”

Logan huffed, but handed his phone over.

“Do you want my phone, too?” Patton asked, offering his phone forward.

“No, Pat,” Janus sighed. “You keep yours, I didn’t get called into the principal’s office for you.”

“Okay.”

“Dad?” Virgil said hesitantly.

“We’ll talk when your father gets home,” Janus sighed, feeling the full weight of parenthood hit him like a ton of bricks.

Virgil nodded mutely.

Janus finally started the car and pulled out of the school parking lot.

Being a spy was easy, it was raising kids that was the real challenge.

~~~END CHAPTER~~~

Welcome to my Spy Kids AU :D (you don’t need to know anything about Spy Kids, but if you do you’ll have an idea of what’s going to happen next and where Remus is)

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @aeternum-ablaze @misunderstood-shadowling

[ssslimyboy]

Janus: Check in on your friends but also don't forget to check in on your enemies. Make sure they're doing bad.

Janus: That's why I have Roman on speed dial.

Remus: We also follow him on Instagram.

[part-time-zombie]

Waiting Out The Storm

pairings: roceit (could be romantic or platonic)

summary: After a rather nasty storm ends up ruining both Roman and Janus' plans, the pair find themselves coming together and putting their differences aside as they cope with the weather.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, both sides refuse to talk about their feelings, Virgil's a bit of a jerk for a moment, no other sides are there

word count: 3733

A/N: This fic was the result of me getting inspired by the most recent incorrect quotes video, writing two very similar fics, and putting them together because they fit so well in my head. I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope it's still good.

Janus should have known this would happen. He had only meant to find some proper peace and quiet by retreating outside to read his book in peace, it’s not like he was asking for much. Of course it was going to rain today. Logan had actually mentioned that to him before he headed out, now that he thought about it. He hadn’t bothered to listen to him at the time, and now he wishes he did. The rain was pelting fiercely around him, and the flimsy awning he was hiding under hardly provided any cover against the seemingly unending storm.

He tried to head back inside the second he felt the first raindrop, only to find the door stubbornly locked and barring him from refuge. No one seemed to hear or acknowledge that he was still outside, no matter how loudly he knocked at the door. They all must be busy in their own rooms, unless they were just ignoring him. Janus didn’t know, but at a guess it may be a mix of both. Patton and Logan have yet to fully hate him, so the only reason they would abandon him to the weather is that they simply didn’t realize he was still outside. Remus was probably doing his own thing as well, because even he wouldn’t subject Janus to this indignity too much. Maybe for a little, but not for this long. Virgil, on the other hand, likely wouldn’t care if Janus were locked out all night.

He had seen him, of course. Virgil just happened to descend the stairs shortly after Janus had knocked, presumably to investigate the ruckus he was making. Looking through the glass, Virgil saw him outside huddled close to the window in a desperate attempt to stay dry as the storm continued to rage around him. Janus gave him the most pitifully helpless look possible, hoping he could appeal to some speck of sympathy in Virgil’s heart. It almost seemed to work for a moment, his face softening in realization as he saw him.

Then he closed the blinds and left him stranded outside.

At any other time, Janus would have found that hilarious. It’s the kind of thing he would do himself, and if he weren’t currently on the receiving end of it he’d be laughing. Right now though, he could only shake in the rain, unsure if it was from the cold or anger.

Janus had hoped that Virgil was willing to move on after all this time. Sure, there had been a falling apart between them years ago, but Janus didn’t hold it against him. Not anymore, at least. He had grown past what had happened, but it looks like Virgil hasn’t forgiven him yet.

He’s really going to let him have it when he gets back inside.

It’s not like they can lock him out forever, right? Surely they wouldn’t do that. Patton likes him at least, and Logan respects him enough. All he has to do is wait until they remember he’s out here and then they’ll let him in, a thousand apologies spilling from their lips.

Janus dismissed the thought with a willful shake of the head. Who was he kidding? Logan didn’t really care about him, and Patton probably forgot about him entirely. The only one who knows he’s out here is Virgil, and it was clear he wasn’t letting him in anytime soon. He thought about finding a way to break in somehow, but he knew he wouldn’t actually do it. They need him to be good before they’ll accept him, and good guys don’t pick locks or use dirty tricks to get what they want, even if it’s just to seek shelter from a storm.

He was already on thin ice after everything else he did, he can’t make it worse now.

Roman actually didn’t mind the rain all that much. Sure, it came with the risk of ruining his outfit, but it was usually worth it.

Besides, they were bound to let him in anytime now. He just has to wait a little longer…

He had merely gone out for a quiet stroll in the park, a chance to clear his head and be by himself for a moment, when he heard the distant clap of thunder rapidly approaching. Luckily, Logan had warned him of the storm and he brought an umbrella just in case. At first it simply made for a nice prop, a bright red to compliment his sash as he idly carried it over his shoulder as he walked. With the rain now cascading all around him, he’s rather glad he thought to take it with him.

The weather hardly hindered his time outside, if anything it only improved it. With the rain came a lovely quietness and solitude he didn’t realize he needed, and as he reached out a hand from under his umbrella to feel the rainfall, he found it to be very grounding and calming. It also gave him the opportunity to quote musicals and romantic movies, though it would be nice to sing a proper duet with a partner some day.

That thought had him somberly slow his steps as he headed back to the apartment. He knew no one would want to do that with him. Logan and Virgil would only roll their eyes in quiet criticism, and as enthusiastic as Patton would be, he wouldn’t take it seriously and would probably only make it into something foolish. At least Roman could sing a few songs by himself on the walk back.

By the time he had returned from his walk, the rain had gone from a light shower to a full-on storm, and he was now more than eager to head back inside.

He almost didn’t even see Janus huddled up by the door, shaking and soaking wet.

Janus looked up and saw him, expression shifting from desolated to defensive. He looked away quickly, wrapping his arms even tighter around himself as he tried his best to look unbothered by the rain, and failing spectacularly.

“What are you doing out here?” Roman couldn’t help but ask.

“Enjoying myself, obviously,” Janus replied with a sarcastic sneer. “I just love being subjected to the elements for hours on end, don’t you?”

Roman rolled his eyes as he walked to the door. If Janus was just going to start another petty squabble again, he’d rather get somewhere dry before the fight could start.

The door didn’t budge when he tried to open it.

“It’s locked, idiot,” Janus muttered. “It’s not like I’d still be out here if I had a choice.”

Roman bit his tongue before he said anything too hurtful. Now was not the time. He knocked loudly on the door, to no response.

“Don’t you think I’d have tried that already? They’re not opening the door; they either don’t hear or don’t care.” Janus sighed, absently kicking at a puddle as he spoke. “I doubt they even know it’s you knocking, they’re probably too focused on letting me suffer to remember you’re stuck out here too.”

Roman only huffed in response, grabbing his phone to call someone only to remember all too belatedly that it had died halfway through his walk. Great. Locked out of the house during a storm with Janus is exactly how he wanted today to turn out.

“I don’t suppose you have your phone on hand, do you?” he asked with a sigh.

Janus shook his head in defeat. “Left it in the house by mistake. I doubt anyone would have even answered if I called them, though. They likely have my number blocked.”

“Why the hell would they lock the door on us?”

Janus only shrugged for a moment, leaning against the wall as the rain continued to pool around his feet. “Who’s to say? Maybe they forgot we’re out here, maybe they thought you had come back by now and just wanted to keep me from getting inside, maybe they knew we were both outside and thought it would be funny.”

Roman didn’t respond to that, instead turning and pounding on the door again, though he knew by now that it wouldn’t work.

“If they didn’t know I was out here, they might have answered by now,” Janus commented. “I think they’re too busy ignoring me to remember you.”

Roman started getting defensive. What did Janus know anyway? “They wouldn’t do that.”

Janus arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And you’re so sure?”

“Of course, we may all joke around but we’d never be so wicked as you’re suggesting.”

Janus turned to face him head on, his expression hardened and full of resentment.

“Virgil closed the blinds on me,” he started, voice flat and deadpan. “He looked right at me and left me out here, knowing full well how bad this storm is.” He gave Roman a humorless grin, one that was sharpened with grim understanding. “Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same thing. Tell me how you wouldn’t even think of doing that to me.”

Roman swallowed uncomfortably. He wanted to say that he wouldn’t, but in truth, he probably would. He might have even locked the door on Janus, if it were him.

That’s hardly heroic of him, but it’s the truth. It’s the horrible, horrible truth.

Janus seemed to take his silence as answer enough, as he hummed knowingly before turning away and watching the storm instead.

Roman looked at him, feeling the weight of what he had said settling over him. Sure, he was still angry about what had happened between them, and that pain may never fully heal, but do either of them deserve that? How much longer will they continue to let each other suffer, all because they’re both too proud to do anything else?

The water was now pooling at Roman’s feet, but he hardly paid it any mind. This always happens, doesn’t it? Roman and Janus fight and no one else does anything about it. It’s almost become as predictable as Remus making a mess or Patton messing up.

He gasped as the thought entered his mind. How could he have forgotten? Roman moved away from the door and started blindly feeling around in the rocks by the back porch with his free hand, much to Janus’ confusion.

“What is it that you’re doing now?” he asked, exasperation evident in his tone.

“Usually it’s Patton who gets locked out of the house,” Roman explained as he continued his search. “And it happened enough times for Logan to get fed up and make a spare key. Virgil insisted we hide it to be safe, and it should be right about…” he trailed off, finally locating the large rock it was under. “Here!”

Roman lifted the key with a victorious flourish, hurriedly unlocking the door. Janus all but raced inside and made a beeline for his room, with Roman hanging up his umbrella close behind.

He, unlike Janus, froze in place immediately when he realized just how dark the apartment was. All he could focus on was the suffocating darkness that had filled every corner of the room and flooded his mind with panic. The whole apartment was vacant and void of light, casting eerie shadows and creating frightening shapes in their wake.

The power was out.

It was no secret that Roman disliked the dark, though he tried to downplay just how badly he was frightened of it. It obscured and obstructed his sight, leaving the surroundings open to his overactive imagination (which always ran the risk of manifesting) and left him feeling far too vulnerable and exposed for his liking. He felt simultaneously cut off from the world and surrounded by danger, and despite the faint flickering of a few candles that had been lit to compensate for the darkness, Roman could only think to search of light and safety.

Janus had gone upstairs, and the other sides must be up there, too. Even if he can’t find light he can at least make sure he’s not alone with the shadows. He hurried upstairs in a frantic search for sanctuary, pausing to recollect himself after finding the hallway to be even darker than the living room. Roman tried to gather his breath and cleared his head before finally spotting a sliver of warm, welcoming light peeking out from behind one of the bedroom doors.

Safety at last.

Eager to escape the darkness that surrounded him, he hurriedly tried to open the door, knocking loudly when he found it locked.

Janus finally opened the door, a warm glow from his room seeping out behind him. Despite his time spent left out in the rain, he was surprisingly dry.

“Are you trying to break my door down?” he hissed. “Not to be rude, but I’ve had enough socializing for today, so if you don’t mind I’d like to be left alone now.”

Janus started to close the door on him, and Roman felt his heart lurch as he realized he would be deprived of that safe, soothing light in Janus’ room. Panicked and desperate, Roman reached out a hand and caught the door before it could close, trying his best to force it back open.

“Are you serious?” Janus exclaimed, still blocking Roman from entering his room. “I told you to go. You’ve been more than willing to avoid me before, right?”

“Please,” Roman ignored the shake in his voice. “The power’s out and it’s dark everywhere else.”

“So?”

“So I can’t stand it. I just want some light, that’s all. I don’t like being in the dark. Please, Janus.”

On any other day, Roman would die from embarrassment at the thought of him begging Janus for help. Especially when the help involves admitting to his own weaknesses and fears. Right now, though, all he can focus on is how well-lit Janus’ room is, and how badly he wants to feel safe.

Janus stared silently back at him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You’re scared of the dark, aren’t you?” he finally asked, an unpleasant mixture of condescension and intrigue in his voice.

Roman nodded, an inkling of shame now joining with his still present fear. Of course Janus would mock him for this. What is he thinking, going to Janus for help? It’s not like they’ve buried the hatchet in the storm outside or anything. Janus still hates him, and going to him for help is still a terrible idea. He must have lost his mind to think anything good would come of this.

“Please,” he whispered.

Janus gave him another look before letting out a deep sigh and stepping back, granting Roman access to his room.

“Normally I’d say no, but since you got me out of the storm I’ll oblige this one time,” he said with a groan. “Besides, I don’t like owing people.”

Roman thanked him before quickly heading inside, already feeling himself calm down now that he was out of the dark. Janus’ room was surprisingly decent, with ornate furnishings and regal gold decorations that stood out nicely against the black accents. On the wall to his right was a large, lit fireplace, the source of the reassuring light that lured Roman in here.

Janus sat down on a plush cushion close to the fireplace, picking up the book he must have been reading when Roman interrupted him.

“I wanted to enjoy some much-needed peace and quiet today, and I still intend on doing so, so while you’re here I want you to keep your hands and opinions to yourself, alright?” Janus asked him, the stern tone in his voice leaving no room for debate.

Roman nodded.

“Good, now make yourself comfortable and I’ll do the same.”

With little else to say or do, Roman obediently grabbed a cushion of his own and seated himself on the other side of the fireplace, close enough to be eased by its light while maintaining a respectful distance from Janus.

He didn’t have anything with him to occupy his time, so he instead looked around the room as his mind wandered, taking in the intricate and presumably expensive décor Janus filled his room with. Everything was organized and majestic, and despite Roman preferring lighter and more colorful shades, the lavish accents and atmospheric layout of Janus’ room were surprisingly appealing to his own personal tastes, save for the excessive snake-themed memorabilia, that is.

Roman’s gaze eventually wandered back to Janus, who was still focused on his book and seemed to be trying very hard to pretend Roman wasn’t there. The firelight illuminated his features and wrapped him in a warm and not unpleasant glow that, Roman had to admit, made him look more delicate and even approachable in an enigmatic but alluring way.

“You’re staring,” Janus muttered, eyes flicking up to him for a moment before returning to the page. “Is there a problem, or am I just that handsome?”

Roman flushed, looking away for a moment. “What? Oh, I mean, it’s just… I guess I wanted to say thanks. For letting me in your room, that is.”

Janus looked back up at him, eyes shining by the firelight. “… oh.”

“Uh, what are you reading?” Roman continued, now feeling obligated to keep up the conversation.

“Why are you asking?”

“Well, I’m curious. Is it a good book?”

Janus shifted in his seat. “I think so, but why do you care?”

Roman shrugged, not quite sure how to answer. Why does he care?

Janus let out a huff before going back to his book, muttering a quiet “that’s what I thought,” under his breath as he turned the page.

Janus continued reading, shuffling even closer to the fireplace with what sounded like either another sigh or a shiver. Considering the slight tremble in his hands that he couldn’t fully hide, Roman was tempted to think it was the latter.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” Janus replied with an unsubtle eye roll.

“It’s just, you’re kinda shaking a little bit. Do you not like the dark too?”

Janus stiffened slightly, his grip tightening on the book that he tried to look invested in. “I’m not afraid of the dark, Roman. You’re projecting.”

“Then why are you sitting so close to the fireplace, and why did you light it in the first place?”

Janus sighed before giving Roman a look that suggested he already knew the answer. “Fire isn’t just bright, Roman. Surely you’re clever enough to piece it together.”

Roman ran it over in his head. Janus had shivered just now, but he didn’t look afraid. He definitely didn’t look comfortable, though.

“Are you cold?”

“Congratulations on solving today’s puzzle,” Janus teased, his tone now a mocking version of a game show host for a moment before returning to its usual sardonic state. “Why else did you think I’d have a massive fireplace in my room? It’s good to have a backup heat source, and besides, it does set a rather nice ambiance,” he explained.

Well, it did make sense. He was coldblooded, after all, and even if it’s not freezing right now, a sudden chill can’t be good for him since the weather had taken out the thermostat with the lights. Roman wordlessly summoned a blanket before tossing it over to Janus, only shrugging in a vague response when he looked up at him in confusion.

“I suppose I should thank you,” Janus muttered, not fully looking at him as he wrapped himself up in Roman’s offered blanket.

“If you want. If you do, though, I should probably apologize.”

“Do you want to?”

Roman didn’t know how to answer. Part of him wanted to put this whole mess behind the both of them so they could at least try to get along together, but another part of him was still far too bitter and stubborn to let go so soon. They had both hurt and been hurt, and that pain wasn’t going away any time soon, but he’d be willing to apologize as long as he wasn’t the only one doing it.

“How about we leave it unspoken, then?” Janus offered with a small but sincere smile.

Roman gave him a similar half-smile in return. “That works for me.”

Janus gave him a brief nod in agreement before returning to his spot on the page, now looking noticeably more comfortable and far less displeased.

Roman couldn’t help but smile to himself, partially at having earned some gratitude from Janus, but also at how endearing he looked while bundled up in one of Roman’s blankets. Roman didn’t expect to actually refer to Janus like that, but then again he didn’t think he’d wait out a power outage with him either. This whole situation was surprising, but Roman didn’t really mind.

“You’re staring again.”

Roman felt his face heat up, and most certainly not from the fire. “Do you want me to stop?”

“… Not really,” Janus muttered. Roman only just managed to catch the slight blush on his face.

The two sat in silence after that, but it was a comfortable one with none of the tension from before. The rain could still be heard outside, though it was considerably quieter now. The storm must be passing now, and with luck the power might return within the next few hours.

But on the off chance that it didn’t…

“I wouldn’t mind it,” Janus mumbled, almost like he didn’t want to say it out loud.

Roman leaned forward slightly, straining to hear him better. “What was that?”

Janus held the book higher over his face, as if he were hiding behind it. “I was saying that if, for whatever reason the power is out all night, you’d be allowed to stay over. I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Wait, really?”

“You’re sleeping on the floor, but yes.” Janus lowered the book again, staring at Roman. “Unless of course you’d rather be alone in your own dark room all night.”

“Absolutely not,” Roman replied, a little too hastily. “I mean, um, I’m not against staying over, as long as you’re fine with it. Thanks, I guess, for offering.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Janus gave him another subtle smile that Roman found himself returning, and he realized he wouldn’t mind it if the lights didn’t come back on right away. Spending a dark and stormy night like this with Janus might not be the worst thing in the world.

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Baked Goods

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Janus is introduced to one of Roman's friends. It… does not go well. At least not at first.

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Warnings: general themes of depression

Pairings: Platonic Roceit

Word Count:

Notes: 2162

You know I may have spoken too soon about me writing this one quickly, it's been a year....

Inspired by a comment from Naminethewitch on the previous part! Having Janus meet the fam

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Roman kept coming back. 

Janus didn’t understand, he didn’t know why Roman kept returning. The first time he came back he’d brought a red cushion which he laid on Janus’ throne, saying he couldn’t stay long before turning and hurrying out. Janus tried not to take it personally, Roman must’ve just been busy, but he’d run away before Janus could even show up and say hello. 

The next time the mortal showed up Janus appeared instantly so he wouldn’t run again, he’d - awkwardly, but whatever - thanked him for the gift and Roman had smiled and said it was nothing. It wasn’t nothing, but Janus didn’t feel like arguing with him.  

Roman told him he’d made progress one day, a month or so after he’d tried to kill him. Progress in what, Janus wasn’t quite sure, but he’d said it after Janus had mentioned that the sunset looked nice. Maybe it was because Janus was trying not to be so negative all the time? It seemed to upset Roman when he said he didn’t like something - and he didn’t like most things. He had realised very abruptly a week ago when the knight had arrived at the temple looking downcast and missing his usual spark that he didn’t like seeing Roman upset, so he’d made an effort to try and find things he liked to comment on instead of the things he didn’t. 

They were few and far between, but every time Janus mentioned something that he appreciated, Roman lit up like a flickering candle, maybe that’s what he’d made progress on.

Janus found he enjoyed Roman’s company. It was a lot easier to keep track of the days when Roman would tell him how long it had been since every visit, Roman visited very often, too, he found himself not losing track quite as much. He liked that Roman could talk enough that he didn’t have to say anything, he could just listen. He liked that Roman would bring him gifts, assuring him that it wasn’t because he wanted anything - which was weird, because everyone wanted things, usually things he couldn’t provide, but things nonetheless. 

He liked Roman, despite his annoying attitude and irritating habit of singing all the time, he didn’t like other mortals. 

He especially didn’t like the mortal Roman had brought with him to the temple today. 

“Oh Janussss-” Roman sang as he walked into the temple. Janus had been about to step out of the shadows, like always, when he noticed the second mortal nervously clutching Roman’s arm. A little thing with mousy brown curls and glasses that made their hazel eyes look a little too big for their small face. Janus thought they would have looked sweet if they weren’t radiating fear. 

“What are you doing-!” They hissed, shaking Roman’s arm. 

“I told you, I want you to meet my friend,” Roman said, his ever-peasant smile still in place despite how his friend obviously didn’t want to be here. 

“You didn’t tell me your friend was - was him!” they squeaked.

“Patton please - I told you to have an open mind, didn’t I?” Roman said, sighing before looking around, probably for him. As if he was going to show up after that. He didn’t particularly care for standing around being insulted. Thank you. He got enough of that when he wasn’t there in person. 

‘Patton’ paled, “Yes but- but I thought - I dunno, that your friend would just be a little scary looking or something! Like Virge! Not- not the God of Evil!”

“He’s not the ‘God of Evil’,” Roman huffed, “He’s the Guardian of Evil, there’s a lot of difference - he protects us.”

Well, Janus was glad he had at least one mortal on this earth who was on his side. Lovely. He had no idea what to do now, he couldn’t show up, not in front of a mortal who clearly hated him, but… he didn’t want to disappoint Roman either. 

Patton seemed frustrated and not reassured in the slightest by Roman’s attempts to defend Janus, he huffed.

“What if he’s tricking you?” Patton asked, voice dropping to a whisper as he squeezed Roman’s arm as if that would stop Janus from hearing, he couldn’t help the surge of anxiety in his chest - Roman had explained to him what that feeling was. What if he was tricking Roman? He was the God of Deceit after all, half of the things he said were sarcastic or outright lies, he suddenly worried that maybe he’d been unintentionally manipulating Roman, or if he hadn’t - would Patton make Roman think he had been? What if Patton convinced Roman to hate him as well? He’d lose the only thing he’d had to make his days worth keeping track of in centuries. 

“He’s not,” Roman said, gently prying Patton’s hand from his arm, “I promise you, you’d understand if you met him.”

Patton considered for a moment, “Fine, where is he?”

Roman chuckled, “He’s a God, Pat, I can’t control when he wants to show up or doesn’t, he might not even know we’re here.”

“I know you’re here,” Janus said, coming to the conclusion that he had to do something. His voice was a little more booming and echo-y than he’d intended - because he hadn’t actually materialised yet. He stood half concealed behind his throne, almost hiding in the shadows. Patton shrieked - the sound cut off as Roman slapped a hand over his mouth. Janus flinched at the sound, but sat himself on his throne regardless to materialise. He thinks Patton might have screamed again if Roman wasn’t covering his mouth

“What a pleasant welcome,” Janus said, not looking at either of them. He couldn’t deny that he was upset with Roman for bringing someone else here. He thought this was something special just for them, now suddenly he couldn't help but feel like some sort of circus animal Roman was showing off. 

“Hey Janus - sorry about all that,” Roman said - at least he sounded remorseful. 

“You’re talking to him,” Patton squeaked when Roman hesitantly pulled his hand away. Janus turned his head slightly and raised an eyebrow - Roman frowned. 

“Pat - look at him,” Roman said, gesturing to Janus, who suddenly felt unsure - Roman liked this person, but Patton didn’t like Janus, that much was obvious. What was Janus supposed to do? How was he supposed to act, “Does he look evil to you?”

Patton looked at him through his fingers, eyes wide and scared still. Janus sighed softly and sunk further into his throne. 

“Can you at least try?” Roman said, and Janus was surprised to find that Roman wasn’t talking to him. 

“But he’s-”

“My friend, Patton,” Roman cut him off, going over to stand by Janus, “He’s my friend. Please try.”

Patton looked between Janus and Roman. His eyes sweeping over Janus’ position - he looked lazy, but the aura he was exuding was tense, worried.

“Okay,” Patton said softly, seemingly steeling himself, “Hi!”

His voice came out as a high pitched squeak on the word he uttered to Janus, he coughed and righted himself.

“Hi- I- I’m Patton,” He said, looking incredibly nervous. 

“Hello,” Janus said, looking over at him, “I would say it’s been nice to meet you, but it really hasn’t.”

“Janus,” Roman hissed. Janus stuck his tongue out at him in a bout of childishness that he didn’t normally feel the need for. 

“I’m sorry-” Patton said, still stuttering, still very clearly afraid. If Janus focused he could feel his heartbeat - hammering fast like a mouse’s, “I just- I didn’t expect - I thought you were evil.”

“Clearly you still hold that belief,” Janus huffed, looking at his nails despite wearing gloves, Roman gave him a look and Janus frowned at him, “Why should I make an effort to be nice when he has done no such thing.”

Roman sighed softly, “Please guys - can you both at least give it a shot?”

“You’ve brought another mortal into my temple who screamed when he saw me and proclaimed me evil without giving me a chance,” Janus said, his frown deepening, “Why should I give him a chance.”

Even Patton looked upset when he said that. Roman sighed softly, coming over to kneel next to his throne - putting them at eye level. 

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, Janus looked at him, a little shocked. “I wanted to show someone else you weren’t everything they said you were and I brought Pat because I thought he’d be most open to meeting you - I’m sorry, I should’ve at least told you I wanted to bring someone in advance, it wasn’t fair of me to spring this on you.”

For a while, Janus simply stared at him. He couldn’t come up with words to say, he just sat there, jaw agape. Sure, Roman had good intentions but still - this mortal would never give him a chance, and Janus was still upset too. 

When Janus didn’t say anything, Roman stood with a sigh and walked over to Patton, whispering to him too. With a huff, Janus sat up properly on his throne, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Patton - was it?” he said, sounding… simply tired. Patton and Roman both looked over, Patton nodded.

“I will give you a chance if you are willing to give one in return,” he says, “For Roman.”

“For Roman,” Patton agrees, taking a deep breath before walking up and offering his hand for Janus to shake - Roman watched with a look on his face that Janus didn’t think he could decipher. 

Slowly, Janus reached out and took Patton’s hand, taking a deep breath, he shook it. 

“So… you’re not evil huh?” Patton said, still a little awkward, but… he was trying, Janus could tell that. Maybe he should give him a little credit, after all Janus was trying too, he had a lot of trying to go.

“No,” Janus said, “Just… kind of grumpy and mildly sarcastic.”

“Mildly,” Roman said with a tone that suggested just how much of an understatement that was, Patton laughed.

“So… if that’s not true, what is it you do?” Patton asked, sitting down in front of his throne like he was prepared for a story. Janus looked to Roman, who smiled and gave an encouraging thumbs up in his direction. 

Patton still looked scared, but he also seemed… willing. Janus would take willing. Even that wasn’t a luxury he was often allowed. So he’d give in and tell him.

“I am a guardian,” Janus says quietly, “I protect you mortals from the greater evils of the godly realms, I don’t create evil like your people have come to believe - I am the reason your world isn’t plagued by rampaging magical monsters.”

Patton shivered, “Oh… that sounds dangerous...”

“It certainly is, ” Janus said, pulling back his hair to show the scars that lashed across the left side of his face, some like claws and others like burns. Patton reeled back with a sharp gasp at the damage Janus had sustained, while Roman’s hand came up over his mouth. 

“I… I thought you couldn’t be hurt?” Roman asked weakly, walking quickly over to sit down with Patton, albeit a little closer to Janus’ feet. The God sighed deeply, looking away from the two mortals before him. 

“I cannot be killed,” he corrected, “That is a far cry from being hurt at all.”

“Oh,” Roman said sadly, Patton looked just as upset. 

“Is there anything we can do?” Patton asked, taking Janus entirely by surprise.

“You… wish to help me?” He asked, the disbelief palpable.

“Well - yes of course! You… I misjudged you, and you seem to be hurting and I’m sorry - so I want to help! Make it up to you!” Patton said with a wide gesture, Janus frowned. 

“I wouldn’t offer that, if I were you,” Janus sighed, “But… some more of those cookies would be nice.”

Roman brightened, “That can definitely be achieved!”

“I’m a baker,” Patton said, immediately perking up, “I can make you all sorts of treats if you’d like them?”

“Okay… you can stay,” Janus decided.

—-

After Patton had left Janus alone with Roman, claiming he had to get back to his bakery, Janus turned back to his first friend and raised an eyebrow.

“I really am sorry for inviting him without telling you first,” Roman said, “I’ll be honest - I was buying breakfast this morning and thought he would like you - I didn’t realise he would be so…”

“Scared?” Janus hummed.

Roman winced, “...Yeah, scared, but he came around in the end, right?”

“...Right,” Janus huffed, shaking his head, “At least I’m getting food out of it.”

“You really do have a sweet tooth huh?” Roman teased a little, “So… considering this… at least ended well-”

“Whatever you’re about to ask, no.”

“Would you like to meet some more of my friends?”

Janus just groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, and resigned himself to meeting a bunch more people he really didn’t want to meet.

Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmealdaydreams @littlerat2 @goldnskyart (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

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[far-from-fran]

What are the examples of your "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships? xD

I'm so glad you asked!!!!!!😁

@kpchrs

Ok! So! I'd probably have to start with Hijack!

Hijack

Hiccup (httyd) x Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians (great movie btw😊)) If we're going by htty1 Hiccup would be the boyfailure, and Jack would be the cringefail. But, if we're talking about httyd2, then Hiccup would be the cringefail and Jack would be the boyfailure. The shit they go through and the way I write them really fits that dynamic.

Ashnifico!

Asha x King Magnifico (Disney's Wish) King Magnifico is kind of like a cringey and underappreciated dad, it's so funny. Like, he's supposed to be this intimidating and evil-as-fuck villain, but he's just so cute. Like, look at him twirl:

"I'm glowing! :D"

This is after he's turned evil too, so. Lol

And, Asha is the girlfailure, because... she's just a mess of a character. 😂 Like, I love her, but she's a mess. All the characters kind of are, but, that's kind of why I love them.❤️

Roceit!!!!! :D

Yeeeeeeeeeesssssss! Ok!

Roman "Creativity" Sanders x Janus "Deceit" Sanders from Sanders Sides:

There's a (too) big section of the fandom that (only) sees Janus as this suave and debonair mystery man, which is definitely what Janus wants to be seen as. But, in reality, he's just a big dork! (affectionate)

Picks him up and hold him under a flashlight Look at him! LOOK AT HIM!

So, Janus is the cringefail.😂

Roman! :D Roman is the boyfailure. My mans is... Not Winning. (Which is partially his own fault) (Who said that!?👀)

He's so good, though! I love him! Like, more Roman being happy, please! Enough with the ANGST! (lighthearted... also kinda serious.😂)

I have a fic for them planned. (When don't I? Lol) Well, it's for all the Sanders sides, but it's going to feature roceit heavily. Which I said I wasn't going to do, because I wanted to feature all the sides equally, but here we are.😂 I hope I can get the first chapter out soon!😁

Hmm. I had another one I wanted to talk about, but I don't remember what it was right now.🤷

Well, anyway, here's some honorable mentions:

Hiccabela

Hiccup (httyd2) x Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)

I think calling Isabela a girlfailure is a bit of a stretch, since her whole thing is being perfect. But, she's a bit of a girlfailure in my eyes, so that's all the counts.😌💅🏾

Quick Hiccabela edit I did:

Bunnydoll

Jax x Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)

I hesitate to call Ragatha a girlfailure, but, eh... she's not exactly Winning. Which isn't entirely her fault. It's, like, 90% Jax's fault.

Jax is definitely a cringefail, though. To me, at least. I guess he would technically need to fail more, but whatever. There's only two episodes out, as of writing this, but I'm pretty sure he's going to be failing a LOT more in the future.😂

Hmm. Maybe, I'll switch the roles? Jax is the boyfailure and Ragatha is the cringefail? Eh, whatever.🤷 It works either way.😂

I JUST REMEMBERED!!! I almost sent it without talking about the Cringfail x Girlfailure ship of all time.😂

GuitarSpear

Adam x Lute (Hazbin Hotel)

Adam is just... the worst, and Lute is a girlfailure, because, like, girl Raise your standardsssssssssss!!!!😭 (affectionate) I can't wait to see more of them in season two.😊

But, yeah.😂 Those are my "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships. Feel free to ask more about these or any of my other ships. I ship a lot of stuff. Oh! There's a crossover ship tournament going on, if you want to vote. No pressure. It's just for fun anyway. I put in a link to the hashtag if you're interested: Crossover ship poll tournament. It's hosted by Rapunzel Crossover Queen. They're great!😊

[scenecipriano]

Love

Roman after just meeting Janus: Holy shit I'm in LOVE

Remus: You just met him an hour ago

Roman already in a wedding dress: Your point?

[lily-janus]

Someone Like You - chapter 2

Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | next

Summary: Roman is being... nice? And he seems to want to work with Janus? ...what's going on here?

Pairing: pre-romantic roceit

Warnings: disabillity, mentions of murder in the context of the play. I think that's it for this chapter, be sure to let me know if I missed anything.

Word count: 1,059

The second chapter is here! Still written by @prince-rowan-of-the-forest , not me yet, next week my part will start at the half of chapter 3. Hope you enjoy! @tsspromptmonth

It had been a few days since then. Janus had texted the number Roman had given him at lunch that day, since he didn't really feel like eating, Roman had replied with an indistinguishable string of emojis that Janus still had no clue the meaning of.

They had arranged to meet up at a local coffee shop that weekend to work on planning, he wondered why the hell Roman seemed so eager to meet up with him to work on this, usually his partners would get annoyed with his constant backwards talking and pessimism and give up on working together at all. This was new to him and he couldn't help but think this was some kind of long-winded trick.

He was just about to take a bite of his sandwich when he felt a tap on his left shoulder- his blind side. Completely on instinct Janus dropped the sandwich and whirled around as best he could in the chair and lashed out at the attacker, who yelped in surprise.

"Woah!" he said, "Sorry for startling you!"

And of course it was Roman, perfect, great, absolutely fantastic.

"I thought you would've seen me coming," Roman said sheepishly.

"Yes well being blind does make that slightly difficult," Janus said with a shrug before picking up his dropped sandwich from the table, "Did you actually want something or did you just come over here to make a fool of me like everyone else,"

"Make a fool of- no! Oh whatever, I came over here because I had some ideas for our project that I wished to share with you!" Roman said, "And also I noticed you were sitting alone which is kinda depressing so I thought I'd come over here and make you look less like a loner,"

"Gee thanks," Janus said, rolling his eyes, "Whatever would people think of you if they saw you with someone like me?"

"Not that I need anyone's permission or approval to talk to you," Roman said, sitting down on the table next to him. Janus shifted so he was just a little further away, "But I told my friends I was coming over here to work on our project so, no-one who matters actually cares,"

"Right… and what was so important that you had to interrupt my lunch to tell me?"

"Well!" Roman said, opening his bag and pulling out his notebook, before pushing it over to him, "Have a look!"

Janus raised an eyebrow at him before shaking his head and taking the book before pulling his glasses out of his pocket and putting them on. At least he’d remembered them today. .

The title page for their project was tabbed with a thin pink post-it note and upon opening it Janus found that the page had been decorated with colourful artwork that referenced the play, the three witches, a castle turret, some blood and a knife, he hated to admit it but it looked very pretty. Underneath the title Janus identified the writing as both of their names.

"Did you do all this?" Janus couldn't help but ask, pointing at the artwork. Roman nodded, "Where the hell do you people find the time for these things…"

"Turn the page!" Roman said with a smile, he seemed to be attempting to contain his excitement. Janus just shook his head and did as told. On the double page spread he found a title that read 'Roles and Costumes'.

"Is this- us?" Janus asked, looking at the two figures drawn onto one side of the page, he noticed that the drawing of him had his signature bowler hat that he wore everywhere and the picture of Roman had a little floating crown about his head.

Janus supposed those were to mark who each of them were, because the rest of the figure was just a base with no details, based on the title he could guess it was so they could experiment with the costume ideas.

On the opposite page was a list of the play's characters in order of significance and next to them, written in pencil, were either Janus' or Roman's name.

"I can't believe you put this much effort into this," Janus huffed. He had meant it as an insult, because who in their right mind puts this much effort into an English class project, but it only made Roman smile more. Janus hated to admit it made his heart flutter.

"Yes, well! I thought it might be best for us to go together on Saturday to have a look at a couple of locations I had in mind for filming, and I thought it might be helpful to have a vague idea of which of us would play each character beforehand,"

"You pegged me as Lady Macbeth?" Janus said, raising an eyebrow.

"Indeed! She's the cunning mind behind the murder plot after all," Roman said with a wide sweep of his arm, "And besides, I believe you'd be able to perform her soliloquys and muster her attitude better than I ever could,*

"And also you want to be Macbeth, Mr Main Character," Janus said, a small smile subconsciously pulling at his lips, Roman went red.

"Well- maybe…"

"And I see you get to murder me on multiple occasions," Janus pointed out where he was listed to play both Banquo and King Duncan.

"Hey! You get to murder me too! Don't you make out that this murder is one-sided!" Roman cried, pointing at where it said Janus' name next to Macduff, Janus smiled.

"Alright fine," Janus said, shaking his head, "You can have your way,"

"Yes!" Roman cheered, "So I think we should keep the more important characters consistent, but as for side characters, we'll need to switch around based on who is in the scene," Roman explained, Janus nodded.

"We're definitely not going to struggle with acting this out as just us two," Janus said, closing Roman's notebook and handing it back over.

"I'm sure we can find a way! Maybe we could use- puppets, or something, I dunno yet," Roman smiled, standing up, *Don't worry your pretty little face about it, see you Saturday!"

And he turned and walked off into the lunch crowd, leaving Janus staring after him. What the hell did that last statement mean? His face was anything but pretty, and he wasn't little, thank you very much.