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celedyn · 1 year

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Tell the story of your best New Year's kiss and who it was with!

“Hmmm best, best, best. It’s always such a tricky thing picking a best when one has had the fortune to have a wealth of wonderful moments in their life. I think the very best was one year at Karazhan, there have never been parties quite like the ones at Karazhan; this was at the apex of a perfectly decadent masquerade and I’d managed to misplace my consort of the evening and I was simply letting myself indulge in the crowd when this stranger comes up to me wearing Jonathan, that was his name, my companion, Jonathan, wearing Jonathan’s mask. This man takes me by the hand and tells me that the “prettiest” fireworks have started outside and that we must, MUST go out to see them.

Now I can see he’s terribly nervous, you could literally smell it on the poor creature, and he doesn’t look an ounce like Jonathan does, but I’m curious to see how things go and I let him lead the way… at least until I see he’s been dreadfully tangled up trying to sort through the hallways and then I lead us out onto the nearest terrace. My Non-than was all nervous and and shifty as the crowd started to pack in close. He kept squaring his shoulders to try and make himself fit into the shirt that was practically swallowing him up, and grabbing at every canapé that passed so he could wipe his palms on the napkins, but instead he just ended up trying to balance several snacks at once. He couldn’t eat them, not with the countdown so close, so he just HOARDED them.

Anyways, the fireworks were absolutely gorgeous, the crowd was in ecstasy, and when the countdown ended and I stopped down to meet his lips, he kissed me like he was a drowning sailor and I was a Naga prince come down with a fresh lungful of air to sustain him. He poured every last thing he had into it, and then… not two seconds later, broke down into a blubbering mess. Confessed that he was in fact NOT Jonathan but that he worked at the little local bed and breakfast we’d hired to sleep off the party. Jonathan’d fine and spent himself too early and ended up blissfully slumbering in an alleyway; and when he’d helped him back to the bed and breakfast he saw the mask and the invitation and he was SEIZED with the the desire to conceal his identity and sneak in and find me; but now he’d realized the depravity in his extremely successful deceit and he’d poisoned things between us. We dated for four years.”

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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year

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Are there any Deceit angst fics that u recommend?

Sure! I hope you don't mind if these are all AO3 fics, I just went through my bookmarks lol

New Year by DoomedKelpie, Janus erases his memories every year, trigger warning for alcoholism.

Golden Thread by TheAsexualofSpades: Janus has a thread that forces him to lie, the Janus angst is especially in the first chapter.

(Not) A Pet by LadyoftheWoods: Janus is a naga in a fantasy shop, trigger warning for dehumanization.

Destined by glassesgay: Soulmate AU where Janus is stuck with an abusive boyfriend before he meets his soulmates. Pre-Remus and also pre-name reveal, so Janus' name is Damien. Trigger warning for abuse, obivously.

Back Into My Life Again by Cherry_Sofa_729: Past anxceit breakup where Janus shows up drunk at Virgil's house. Another trigger warning for alcoholism.

Nameless by grumpyhedgehogs: Virgil never uses Janus' name.

Aftercare by Arwriter: What it says on the tin with some concerning implications on Janus' part. Implied sexual content and some implied sexual abuse, though nothing in detail.

Happy reading!

#asks #fanfiction reccomendations

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pit-of-maggots · 3 months

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𓆦❝ 𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙇𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙔❞𓆦

TRIGGER WARNING PREG & WEIGHT GAIN KINKS GALORE, BODY HORROR & UNSANITARY INSECT MONSTERS, RELIGIOUS THEMES.

Original muses 18+┃Multi-muse/ship companion blog to my 'main' RP hidey hole viciouslyfilthy's OCs & their story .┃Very semi-selective-ish .┃sporiadic activity . ┃Blog still under construction !

BYF + ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

ABOUT MUSES BELOW

Concetto Faunus. (High Priest of the cult 'Sons of Gluttony'. Greedy, selfish, posh, feral. Broodbeast fly-monstrosity, progenitor of the species 'Faunettes' & 'Reborn Faunettes'. Single, grouchy old man with a thousand monster worm-kids.)

Beatrice Maria-Antonietta AKA 'Beata Maria'. (High Priestess of the cult 'Sons of Gluttony'. Bitter, self-righteous, strict, vengeful. Blob-like eldritch monster known as a 'Dark Beast'. Worshipped as a demigod of sorts in both Barathrum's and Beelzebub's cult. Also a single grouchy old woman. Mom of 10 kids; her children are known as 'the Dark Ones')

Adam Pretorius. (Sole Priest & 'side' leader of the cult 'Gluttony's Haven'. Kind, deceitful, spineless and sadistic. Ex-fairy hunter. Happily married. Consort to his deity & vessel.)

Elizabeth Eveline 'Eve' Despereaux. (Sole Priestess & 'main' leader of the cult 'Gluttony's Haven'. Spoiled, unhinged, deceitful and evil. Unseelie fairy monstrosity. Happily married. Consort to her deity.)

Lurcher Barathrum. (Worshipped deity of the dæmonic cult 'Sons of Gluttony'. Laid-back, curious, gentle giant despite their terrifying appearence, happy-go-lucky.)

Beelzebub AKA 'Lord of the flies'/'Emperor of Gluttony'. (Worshipped deity of the dæmonic cult 'Gluttony's Haven'. Laid-back, generous, compared to the cult he has he's surprisingly kindhearted, perpetually sleepy & blissful.)

Princess, Frankie & Clemenza Faunus (2 grown-up Faunettes & 1 Reborn Faunette. Princess is a self-centered, feral bimbo, she's been spoiled-rotten by daddy ever since she was a maggot; Frankie is a greaser-punk extrovert. Despite also having grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth just like Princess, he is selfless, kind and loyal to friends; Clemenza is a naïve, kind but anxious woman. Fearful of people and fairies.)

Angelo, Benedetto & Annalisa 'Lisa' Maria-Antonietta (grown-up Dark Ones. Angelo is a Gluttony bishop who infiltrates Christian enviroments pretending to be a pastor to either lure other people into getting indoctrinated into his cult, or simply to hunt to feed himself. He is charismatic, calculative, sadistic and egotistical. Loses his temper easily when things don't go his way; Benedetto is Angelo's twin brother- an artist, an admired painter whom is often looked up to, though he doesn't enjoy revealing his face much- leaving his audience with curiosity. He too hunts to feed himself, although he does it in the form of seeking out devoted fans of his artwork and tricking them by offering them to come along alone with him to have the honor to get a 'first look' at his latest works in progress. He is short-tempered, serious, sometimes feral, also very egocentric & sadistic; Lisa is a labelled 'heretic' among the Antonietta family- an eccentric, kindhearted, nonconformist rockstar that performs and travels the world with her other band members and closest friends: a selkie, a werewolf and a witch. Often gets into arguments with her producer because he wants to completely change the theme of her band.)

Domenico Sansignor (beloved & devoted member of Sons of Gluttony cult. Faunus' favourite. Despite their sweet, kind and wholesome personality, beneath lies a full-on perverted monsterfucker, always in the mood for freaky situations.)

SIDE-MUSES:

Rotgut. (1st eternal servant of the Summer Spirit, Sün. Embodiment of Lust.)

Dr. Kraus 'Freddy'. (5th eternal servant of the Summer Spirit, Sün. Embodiment of Wrath.)

Cornelius 'Versy'. (naga warlock & chef englishman, formerly fully human.)

Shai. (Author's interpretation of The Devil. Calm, kind, quiet, resentful, slightly bitter)

#flies in your food ( ooc )#wanted by the flock ( promo )#fandomless ocs #tag dump.

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gobboguy · 4 months

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Chapter 48: The King's Return

Several weeks had passed since the revelation of Isolde's true nature as a Naga and the subsequent turmoil that had gripped the city of Farfield. Under Ionia's determined guidance, the pervasive snake imagery that had infiltrated the Old Dominion was methodically eradicated. The once-mystical serpents etched into the fabric of religious practices were dismantled, their presence fading like a bad dream. Temples were cleansed, and the snake rituals that had taken root were replaced with the familiar rites of the true Old Dominion.

Farfield, once a city marred by deception and manipulation, began to breathe again. Ionia's rule brought about a resurgence of virtue and justice. Her capable and wise governance reassured the citizens that the true values of the Old Dominion were being reinstated. The people, weary from the recent tumult, found solace in the restoration of their religious practices and the removal of the malevolent influences that had plagued their sacred spaces.

The Temple of Miranda, once adorned with intricate snake sculptures and serpent motifs, underwent a transformation that echoed the restoration of true faith in Farfield. The sacred space, now cleansed of the insidious influences that had tainted it, stood proud and renewed. The snake sculptures, once intertwined with the architecture, were dismantled, their absence allowing the true essence of the Old Dominion to emerge. The majestic statue of Miranda, once marred by the serpent's sinister presence, had been meticulously restored. The snake features were replaced with symbols of purity and justice, reaffirming the rightful worship of the Divine Justice. The temple's sanctity was reinstated, its sacred halls now echoing with the authentic prayers and rituals of the faithful, free from the deceit that had briefly clouded their devotion.

Yet, amidst the newfound tranquility, the absence of Prince Rode and Queen Alys hung in the air like an unspoken question. The once-imposing figures had disappeared from the public eye, leaving behind a void in the royal court. Rumors circulated, whispers of imprisonment and clandestine dealings that hinted at the consequences of their actions.

Within the cold stone walls of the castle, Maeggar, the architect of the chaos, languished in a cell. The wizard's dark machinations had been exposed, and justice prevailed. The weight of his crimes bore down on him as the city, under Ionia's careful watch, began to heal. The once-mighty serpent figurine, now bereft of its power, lay forgotten, a symbol of the darkness that had been banished from Farfield.

The great doors of the castle creaked open, heralding the return of King Rode from his campaign to purge the countryside of monsters and malevolent creatures. His armor bore the marks of battle, and a weary determination marked his countenance. The courtyard stirred with anticipation as the nobles and courtiers gathered to welcome their sovereign.

King Rode ascended the grand staircase, the echoes of his footsteps resonating through the majestic halls. Upon reaching the throne room, he pushed open the doors, revealing the regal space where authority and power converged. To his surprise, Ionia, with an air of confidence and poise, sat upon the throne, holding court and responding to the inquiries of courtiers.

A stern expression crossed King Rode's face as he beheld the unexpected scene. Despite the weariness in his eyes, his regal presence commanded attention. Addressing Ionia, he commended her for holding court in his absence, acknowledging her service to the kingdom. "Ionia, sister-daughter, your service to our country is second to none. I commend you for your loyalty and service." However, with a voice that brooked no dissent, he commanded her to remove herself from his throne, a seat reserved for the ruling monarch alone. "The seat you occupy is not yours to keep. Remove yourself now so that I may ascend to the King's rightful place."

Ionia, though tight-lipped, responded with respect, acknowledging the king's rule even as her gaze hinted at a subtle tension beneath the surface. "My King, the city and the country is yours. Please take it so that you may rule. I hope you recognize the dire trouble that has occurred during your absence and my efforts to correct the evils done in your name by others unworthy of the throne." The courtiers observed the exchange, their eyes flitting between the king and the unexpected occupant of the throne, unsure of the implications that lingered in the air. The grandeur of the throne room bore witness to a moment of authority and succession, leaving an indelible mark on the annals of Farfield's history.

#fantasy #goblins #orcs #literature #gobboguy #SongsofPower5

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goodieghosty · 3 years

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"Some spiders eat snakes, you know."

"Really? Do tell."

#arachnophobia #snakes #naga!deceit #naga!janus #drider!virgil #drider #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #tsart #sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #deceit sanders #thomas sandrrs

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magikkittenz · 4 years

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Part 1 of ?

#sanders sides #remus sanders #octo!remus #octo-remus #deceit sanders #naga!deceit #naga deceit #ts sides #art #drawingz by meh #tw scars #tw trypophobia #?#just in case

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Some fantasy AU Janus for the soul, because why not? He's a cutie.

Drawings will probably be coming pretty slowly now that inktober is done, I'm taking part in NaNoWriMo, so that's taking up a lot of my creative efforts :,)

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I'm writing some short little fics for this au too, but I don't want to post them until I write the main story, so anyone wanting that will have to wait >:)

#sanders sides #art #sanders sides art #digital aritst #janus sanders #ts janus #janus sanders fanart #ts deceit #naga deceit #naga!janus #rowans fantasyau

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giant-sketches · 4 years

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Hello, hello, what do we have here? Another full color piece and for my Guardian Naga AU!!! :D

Yes, I worked overtime on this beauty to give you all the best look at these two darlings first kiss! If you have yet to check out my Naga Deceit story please do, I’d love to get some more readers on it before it ends...which is the next chapter.

Better hurry! OWO

Find the au under the tag guardian naga au or read the first chapter here.

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shortprince-cos · 4 years

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Hi, ok.

Give me a naga!Janus flirting with a human!Patton and I will love you for eternity.

Ok thanks, bye.

#like #i need a fic #or headcanons #or art #i will love you forever #PLEASE #i just...WANT #sanders sides #naga!janus #naga!deceit #human!patton #janus sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #ts janus #ts deceit #ts patton #moceit

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death-himself · 4 years

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Four Human-Eating Monsters and An Apathetic Florist

I got this idea late last night and now have a new AU. This time in DLAMP flavor!

Summary: Virgil finished up a busy day at the flower shop and just wants to go home and chill with his four monster boyfriends (aka Virgil saying monster fucker rights) This is a soulmate AU but that doesn’t get mentioned at all in this

Warnings: Severed limb, food mention, Talk of hunting/eating humans, Slight Suffocation (in like a cuddling way if that’s better?), Drider!Roman, Naga!Janus, Vampire!Patton, Ghoul!Logan (this story is fluff i swear)

Word Count: 1,557

It was five o’clock, which meant it was time for Virgil to close up the flower shop. He went around locking the doors and drawing the blinds over the windows, double and triple-checking as he went. He flipped the sign to Closed on the door as he walked out, walking briskly to his car, slamming the door closed and just sitting there for a moment.

It had been a long day; he was more than ready to just curl up in bed with his soulmates and watch some Netflix for the rest of the night. He smiled at the thought, turning his key in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. First he’d have to pick Logan up from the university, though.

He mumbled along to Panic! At the Disco songs as he waited in the university parking lot, staring out the window blankly. After only a few seconds of waiting, out from around a corner came a tall man with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, with unnaturally blue eyes behind thick-rimmed glasses.

He saw Virgil waiting and gave him a small smile and nod, opening the passenger’s side door and taking a seat, closing the door and buckling his seat belt. “Good afternoon, Virgil.”

“Hey, L. How’d it go today?” His sigh said it all.

“It’s almost as if they aren’t even interested in biology. I’ve tried everything, and I’m still unsure of how to teach them.” Virgil started driving again, holding back a smirk.

“You know, my candy idea’s still on the table.”

“They are students of an extremely prestigious university. You truly think that they would pay more attention if candy were on the line?”

“I mean I probably would’ve paid more attention in college if it meant free candy. Patton bought some a while ago, you could try with that.” Logan hummed in thought. “Alright, I suppose it’s worth a try.”

They pulled into their driveway, the two entering the house. Virgil was immediately hit with the smell of Patton’s chicken adobo, as well as the sound of the man in question singing cheerily as he cooked.

Virgil took off his shoes, placing them next to the welcome mat before turning around. And all of a sudden Patton was there, welcoming him and Logan home and giving us both a kiss on the lips. The first time he had just appeared behind him it gave Virgil a heart attack, but now it was just expected. It was when Patton didn’t appear there to welcome him home that he became concerned.

Patton pulled Virgil into the kitchen to try out his food, his slit pupils dilating and making almost his entire red iris pure black with excitement. Since Virgil was the only one in the house who actually needed food like this to live, he was always the taste-tester. As always, the food tasted incredible, and Patton soon ran through the house to grab everyone for dinner.

Virgil opened the fridge to pull out some drinks for them, before stopping to stare at the top shelf of the fridge. There staring back at him was a severed arm, wrapped in plastic and still covered in blood. He blinked at it for a moment, before sighing and turning around.

“Roman, did you do this?” He shouted through the house.

“Did I do what?” The sound of eight claws clicking across the wood floor drew closer. The drider peeked into the kitchen, looking into the fridge confused. Then realization seemed to strike him. “Oh...”

“Yeah, these go in the basement fridge, dumbass.” Roman grimaced.

“Welcome home, my love?” He spoke delicately. Virgil was tempted to take the arm and smack him with it, but that was a line that even he wasn’t comfortable crossing.

Roman came over, pulling the arm carefully out of the fridge, before quickly pecking a kiss on Virgil’s cheek and skittering out before the human could come up with a snarky response.

Virgil grabbed the drinks and headed to the dining table, seeing that Logan was calmly standing next to the table, with Janus’s tail wrapped around him up to his chest, just enough so that Logan could still use his arms. Logan had already begun reading a book, one arm rested on Janus’s tail as the naga grumbled to himself about misplacing his bowler hat.

By the looks of it, Logan had already shed his more human disguise, his eyes turning a glowing blue like lightning, black veins showing prominently through his paper-white skin.

Janus noticed Virgil come in and unwrapped himself from around Logan, seeming to consider wrapping around Virgil before choosing to do that later, instead curling his tail up and taking a seat at the table. Logan and Virgil followed soon after, with Patton coming in with the food and Roman coming up from the basement.

They talked about their usual: the shitty people Virgil had to talk to, the gossip around the classroom that Roman and Janus begged to hear from Logan, the kind old lady that came to Patton’s bakery every week, and of course, the hunt they were planning to do tomorrow night.

Virgil typically stayed out of that conversation, mostly because it freaked the other four out when he talked about their hunts so casually. When he had first met them it was disturbing to overhear them talk about killing humans, but at this point he had almost grown apathetic towards it. They generally kept the results of their hunts out of Virgil’s life—aside from the occasional body part—so the only thing that concerned him at this point was them coming back alive from them.

Soon dinner was over, the dishes had been washed, and the five had gone to watch Netflix on the couch. Janus was curled around Virgil—as he was the warmest out of all of them—with his arms draped over his shoulders playing with his hair, and the rest of his tail draped over the rest of their boyfriends. Virgil’s legs were on Patton’s lap, Patton’s head was on Logan’s shoulder, and Roman’s head and arms were draped over Logan’s lap, a hand brushing through Roman’s hair.

To anyone looking in on them, it would look like Virgil was currently being squeezed to death while a vampire, ghoul, and drider watched and waited for their prey to die. So it was a good thing they had closed the blinds. Virgil had chosen a horror movie, and was currently taking note of any time the tail around him constricted suddenly. It was a lot more than he expected.

“I thought you liked horror movies.” He spoke smugly as he felt the grip around him tighten and loosen for the tenth time in two minutes. Janus huffed.

“Well of course I do. It’s just that...this serial killer isn’t realistic at all!” Virgil could tell he was lying, but Logan seemed to take it in stride.

“He is only human, that blow to the head would have snapped his neck back, or at the very least fractured his skull. And why haven’t any of them called the police yet? Quite irresponsible and irrational of them.”

“Isn’t it obvious? That serial killer’s a dark mage in disguise!” Roman spoke as if he had just solved a century-long murder mystery.

“Ooh, that sounds cool!” Patton chirped.

“Were dark mages established in this universe?”

“Of course they were, sweetheart, where have you been?” Janus spoke with a small, confident smirk on his face, turning back to the movie before yelping at a jumpscare and breaking the whole smooth guy facade.

Roman proceeded to spin an entire backstory for the murderer, something the movie had been sorely missing. Did it involve mages and a desire for power? Yes it did, which made it all the more interesting.

By the time he and the movie were finished, they had all begun growing tired. Patton had already fallen asleep cuddling Logan’s arm, and Virgil had begun drifting off a moment before the credits started rolling. Roman flicked off the TV, stretching with a yawn. Logan gently picked up Janus’s tail and moved it off of their laps.

“Virgil, could you move your legs?” Virgil mumbled a bit, but otherwise didn’t move. Whether or not he even could move with Janus wrapped around him was still debatable. Roman smirked, inching closer as quietly as possible, before gently lifting Janus from under his arms. Janus hissed in response, annoyed that his heat source had been taken away. Roman simply pulled his torso up, wrapping his tail around his stomach before carefully picking Virgil up and draping him over his abdomen.

Logan picked Patton up and followed Roman to the bedroom, placing Patton down before taking Virgil off of Roman and laying him next to Patton, then getting in bed himself. Roman got comfortable in his blanket nest next to the bed, kissing Janus goodnight before letting him get comfortable under the blankets. He gently took Logan’s hand and kissed him goodnight as well, laying his head on a pillow and closing his eyes.

Virgil slept, surrounded by four creatures that survived by feeding off of humans like himself, and had a peaceful night’s sleep, knowing that no matter what they did to other humans, they would never harm him. And he was grateful to have them.

#sanders sides #tw severed limb #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #deceit sanders #janus sanders #human!virgil #drider!roman #ghoul!logan #vampire!patton #naga!deceit #naga!janus

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jadespeedster17 · 4 years

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Let’s Play A Game - Loceit

Summary: Logan dislikes distractions, but Janus can be very needy when he wants to be. So, they play a game, whoever looses has to do what the winner wants.

Warnings: Hypnosis, Sensory Play (coils/snake tail), SFW. (Janus well mess with Logan, but there is no sexual stuff.)

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Logan sat in one of the many chairs littered through out the commons area. Which was just a large area in Thomas’s mind they all could meet. It wasn’t used often, people tended to like staying to their own areas. But, Logan found he just wasn’t comfortable in his room today, so decided to get himself some toast, Crofters, coffee, and his favorite book, and curl up on the leather arm chair.

It was quiet for a while, Remus was off in his own part of the imagination along with Roman, possibly waging war again. Patton was house cleaning, which meant he’d start cleaning his area, get lost in memories, and be there for hours until dinner. And Virgil was possibly curled on his bed scrolling through tumbler and conspiracy videos. But, the quietness was broken when Janus walked into the room.

And Logan knew, judging simply by the look on Janus’s face when he gazed around, made eye contact, and smiled wide, he was looking for him. He tried at first to ignore it, but Janus wasn’t like Remus, who’d get board and stalk off to bother someone else, no, the deceitful side knew just how to get his attention.

After a while, the logical side huffed, “What do you want?” he asked simply looking up at Janus. Who beamed at being talked to.

“Oh nothing Lolo.” his said, Logan gave him a deadpanned look, earning himself a cocky smile. “I was just wondering if you’d... no be interesting in cuddling?” he asked.

Logan looked away from him, “Sorry Janus, but I know our cuddles typically can go on for hours, and I don’t have that long today.” he said simply.

He didn’t have to look to tell Janus was pouting, the shorter side humphed at that. “But it surely can wait, for me at least?” he asked as he dramatically laid over Logan. “Besides Logan, I need warmth after all.”

It was rare to see Janus like this, cool, composed Janus whining like how Roman does. But, in his down times, the other was a dork who loved attention. Putting on a face to pretend he had everything under control. Logan sighs, “Janus, really?” he asks looking down at him, getting a snake tongue flicking at him.

There was a moment between them, Logan looking unamused, and Janus giving puppy eyes. Then Janus perked up, “How about we play our game then to settle this?” he asked.

The logical side huffed, “If I remember, I won last few time, so I’ll surely win this time.”

Janus looked smug, “Oh I’m sure of that Logan, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try.” there it was, the smooth confidence that Logan found he liked. The other side looking at his gloved hand, as if inspecting his finger nails.

“As if.” Logan said closing his book, “I’m much more adapt now at throwing off your powers and ignoring temptation from a snake like you.” he said.

“Want to put that to the test my dear?” Janus grins at him, showing his fangs.

This was a bad idea, but Logan found himself straightening, “Fine, what’s the time limit?” he asked with his arms crossed.

A predatory grin fell onto Janus’s lips, “30 minuets as always my lovely Logic.” his tone dripping with smugness, at how easy it was to get Logan to agree. Not that Logan was worried, the game was always the same and simple.

He’d be deprived of his sight, by closing his eyes, and it was Janus’s role to get Logan to open his eyes. That meant trying just about anything, which, depending on Janus’s mood, could be anything. He briefly wondered what Janus was thinking up today to get him to lose. But as the timer was set, and Logan closed his eyes, he knew he was about to find out.

Being without sight was something, the darkness seemed to shift and move behind your eyelids. Leaving you only with touch, smell, and hearing to find your way. Not that Logan had to move, but it was still interesting. Listening to the sounds of the timer clicking, the shuffling of fabric, and the quiet hum of the refrigerator.

He was in shorts today, so he could feel the cool air of the room on his legs and arms, dressed casual as there was no need for looking the part. Logan knew by now a minuet or two had passed, so what was Janus planning?

He near jumped when something touched his leg, cool, smooth, having a strange texture to it. “Did I ssscare you there?” a voice hissed into his ear, Janus. The feeling continued slowly around his ankles and began to move up, Logan faintly shivered at the feeling, he wanted to open his eyes, but refrained. He wouldn’t lose that easy to him.

Janus chuckled, “Sssomething wrong, Lolo?” he hissed out, “Curiousss asss to what I am doing?” he asked him.

Logan just hummed passively trying to ignore it, which was harder than he thought as it moved at a agonizingly slow pace. Around his knees now, squeezing lightly, getting more comfortable, then on up it went. “Just open your eyesss dear, I know you don’t like not knowing.” Janus hissed out. “Don’t you want to sssee what I am doing?”

He near gasped when the texture made contact with his stomach for a moment, Janus paused at this and snickered. “Adorable.” he cooed, “Jussst let go dear.” he hissed out, the snake like tongue tickling Logan’s ear.

The logical side made a face at that, eyelids fluttering as he couldn’t squirm to make Janus stop.”You won’t break that that easy, Janus.” he countered, something then hovered over his lips.

“Can’t I?” Janus hissed again, the tongue now messing with his lips. He squeezed Logan again, there was a pop, Logan felt himself relax against his will as his back popped. Gosh had he really been that stressed? How long had it been now, he has lost track already?

By now whatever was around him, smooth and soft, was around his chest and shoulder. It teased his neck lightly, running down his jaw line and neck. Before slipping snugly around his neck.Like a choker he had seen Virgil wear. For a moment, worry and panic set in. “Relaxxx.” Janus’s cooed to him again, but Logan couldn’t tell which direction it came from. “And let me sssee those pretty blue eyesss.”

What even was going on? Something tickled his eye lids, his resolve faintly was fading. Logan admits, he was curious. He felt warm, safe, something playing with his bangs. Maybe.. a small peak wouldn’t hurt, he could do it in a way Janus couldn’t see after all. Roman did that alot when pretending to sleep.

What should have been a small crack, soon was faced with bright golden eyes gazing at him, “Both eyesss my Lolo.” Janus’s smug voice purred out. His will faded out slowly, Logan found himself staring at two beautiful gold eyes, that seemed to pulse like sun flares. The haze came over his mind, he felt.. relaxed. Free even. His thoughts stuttered to a halt, he didn’t need to think so hard right now. The present was where he should be, right with the golden glow, with Janus.

Janus smiled brightly, “I may have cheated a bit dear.” he said holding up the timer to show he has turned it off. “But you did win the lassst few, it’sss only fair, right?” he teased him, nodding his eyes as Logan nodded along with him. “Good! Glad we can agree!” he chirped happily to him, Logan faintly was aware of what Janus said, the weight around him shifted as he was pulled closer, a snakes tail? Well Janus was a snake... What did it matter again?

He faintly heard Janus humming, singing? The lyrics floated in and out, Logan couldn’t really comprehend them, just.... trust... trust him... Yeah, that sounded nice. He was squeezed lightly, feeling hugged all over.

“Trussst in me~” Janus hissed softly as he smirked, “Get comfortable Logan, I’m not letting up anytime sssoon.”

The snakey boy chuckled at the faint hum Logan gave him, “love you too, my bookworm.” Janus smiles at him as he settled his head on Logan’s own. Taking in the faint scent of parchment and coffee.

Sometimes, being a slimy snake had it’s advantages.

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