I need human au Janus (in law school) covering Logan's class for a day:
Student: "Who are you?"
Janus: "Call me Janusss"
Student: "Why tf do you hold out your ses like that?"
Janus: "What's your name?"
S: "Faith?"
J: "Well, your grade and initials are about to be matching here soon, I can EASILY change your grade." *pulls it up* "oh! They already were, never mind!"
J: "Don't get mouth-y with me, I'll easily roll back that camera footage" *points to unidentifiable object on ceiling that is most definitely not a camera but easily could be* "don't think I won't girl, I'm a lawyer."
Student: "Can I use the bathroom?"
Janus: "Leave collateral. Phone, earbuds, that makeup you can't even use properly, just something to make sure you actually come back."
Fuck it, my new favorite head canon is the Janus Hate Club Trio.
-It’s Virgil, Roman, and Remus
-Virgil and Roman kinda start it, not really on purpose. But after POF Virgil let Roman vent to him and now the two of them hang out a lot more. And if venting about Janus becomes a reoccurring topic, then so be it
-Janus was distancing himself from Remus after he got ‘accepted.’ Sure, Virgil looked like he was out for Janus’s blood, Roman avoided him at all costs, and Logan barely trusted him. But he had an in with Patton and Thomas.
-Plus, it was funny to watch a divide grow between Patton and the other light sides
-Remus tries to keep his attention for awhile, doing increasingly crazy and attention-seeking things. But Janus is rarely around him to notice it, and when he does he just scoffs or rolls his eyes
-Remus confronts him about it, asks how he got Thomas to trust him, and Janus explains his side of the story
-It’s basically watered down to, “I just messed with them for awhile, and after the wedding I solved his problem.” but with more details and a little bit more Virgi, Roman, and Logan slander.
-Remus is angry about Janus distancing himself from the dark sides. And now he’s more angry because Roman is still his brother, even if the two of them don’t get along at all
-Roman overhears Janus laughing about how Remus has stopped talking to him. It almost sounds like that bothers him, but when Patton asks Janus say’s it’s no big deal
-Roman is curious, and goes after Remus
-Just for dramatics, they have a talk while bashing each other with sharp objects
-Remus hears Roman’s side..or most of it, because Roman refuses to admit some of the impact. And Roman hears what’s happened to Remus and janus’s relationship
-After that, the twins meet up in the imagination more to sort their shit out. They’re nowhere *near* as close as they were before the whole dark side/light side drama, but they’re getting better
-Eventually, Roman lets it slip he’s been talking to Remus again during one of his and Virgil’s vent sessions
-Virgil is mad, and they get into a small fight
-Remus finds out about the fight, and decides to apologize to Virgil for whatever happened between them. Mostly he apologizes for pushing Virgil’s boundaries and constantly attacking him.
-Remus now sometimes joins their vent sessions. Not all of them, though
-They start an official hate club, but they only tell Logan because they don’t know what Patton or Thomas would say/do
-Logan sometimes joins them, but mostly he just sits and nods and doesn’t add anything of his own
-They are by no means a functional friend group, and plenty of the sessions end in screaming matches and a wrecked room that have nothing to do with Janus. But they’re getting better
HAHA guess who is slowly getting out of writing block :’)
Anyway wrote this at 2 am one night and am a bit proud of it so ya
Au: Human & Monster
Ship: Platonic Moxiety (They’re both young, don’t have an exact age though)
Warnings: (This started as a vent so,), Loneliness/depression, panic attacks, brief mention of sharp teeth, touch starvation, mentions of fire/smoke/burning, implied not so good household, briefly referenced death, briefly referenced stalking, monster (Not scary, but) (if anything else let me know!)
Hot tears ran down Virgil's face.
Alone
The word seemed to burn itself into Virgil's life. Alone constantly, home, school, anywhere, everywhere. Alone, Alone, Alone. Virgil borrowed himself further into the blankets around him. Maybe he thought, if I burrow myself far enough, it'll feel like a hug. The thought only made the tears continue to fall.
No one wanted to comfort him, it was a fact Virgil thought he could comprehend. But sometimes, the fact his parents assumed he was constantly fine, or the fact he had no one in his life that considered him a friend...hurt. Hurt was to put it in simple terms, it more burned. Burned deep in his skin, burned whenever he saw someone hug another person, burned whenever someone's hand brushed his, burned when he sat alone in his bed late at night.
The sensation made him wanna claw his eyes out, scream till his voice was hoarse, rip out of his own skin.
Another rack of sob ripped from his throat as he shook in his bed. He felt cold, oh so cold, and lonely (what else was new). He reached down onto the floor, attempting to grab the blanket that had fallen there earlier. His hand though found something else. Something that burned. The burn though was different from the loneliness he felt, so different.
Loneliness burned like smoke, or being sat to close to a fire. It washed over him in waves, burning every part of him. It was a familiar feeling, but one he hated.
This burn though was strange, unfamiliar, yet comforting, almost addicting. And for a few seconds Virgil clung to that amazing, warm sensation. But after barely ten seconds he let go, cause that amazing sensation grew to be to much, it overwhelmed him, so he ripped his hand away like what he grabbed was a hot iron.
Virgil's hand flew back up to his bed. What the hell did I just grab? He thought to himself. His mind was cut off though as the sound of scuttling filled his dark room. Virgil went silent as he could. Something was in his room. Something big, and it was moving. And Virgil was Terrified.
The scuttling came to an abrupt end, leaving the only sound in the room to be Virgil's shaky breathing and small sobs that were still coming. He sat like that for minutes, or hours you could have told Virgil etheir and he would have believed you, but a small voice broke the silence.
"Are you ok?" The voice was very small, and came from across Virgil's room. And Virgil didn't know how to respond. Who was in his room? It didn't sound like his mom, or dad, or anyone who (on the rarity) would talk to him at school. "I saw you crying...you do that a lot" the voice said again. Oh great, Virgil thought to himself someone's in my room and they've been stalking me, I'm not getting out of this alive am I?
Silence fell over the room again, neither party knowing what to say. "Am I scaring you? I don't mean to. I'll leave-" "No please stay," Virgil didn't know why he wanted this voice to stay but he did, maybe cause he was scared of being alone, maybe he just wanted to talk to someone. All he knew is that he really didn't want another thing to leave him so suddenly.
"Who are you?" Virgil called into the dark of his room. "I go by Patton!" The voice happily said back. Patton, Virgil didn't know any Patton's… "um, where are you from?" Virgil asked. Patton giggled nervously, "would you believe me if I said under your bed?" Virgil went wide eyed, pulling himself closer to the center of the bed.
"No no no, don't be scared, I'm nice I promise!" Patton said quickly. Virgil, still curled up in a typed ball, skeptical, "why are you under my bed then?" Patton went silent for a second. "Do you have a flashlight?" He asked the anxious boy. Virgil was confused but quickly reached into his bedside tables drawer and retrieved a small flashlight keychain.
"Will this work?" He asked as he quickly turned it on. The keychain shined its light right in front of Virgil, revealing the some shelves of toys he had and part of his closet door. "Yes, that's perfect!" Patton said, "one more thing, you have to promise me you won't scream, ok?" Virgil tensed up a bit, he wasn't great with horror, but Patton didn't seem dangerous … "Ok I promise."
Virgil could practically hear the smile in Patton's voice, "ok...well"
A figure then stepped into the light. They looked about Virgil's age, though they were slightly shorter, they had short brownish blonde hair that curled slightly, they were wearing a gray cat onesie, the hood down, and perched on their nose were big round glasses. Behind the glasses though were the strangest eyes Virgil had ever seen. The whites of Patton's eyes were an opaque, light blue and his pupil and iris were pure black.
From his brownish-blonde curls were horns resembling a ram's. Virgil could also make out what he thought was blue fur running down the back of Patton's neck.
"Hi…" Patton said obviously a bit uncomfortable. Virgil stopped himself from staring. "Your eyes are pretty…" Virgil mumbled. Patton smiled, "Thanks! I like yours to!" Virgil's eyes were a pretty standard dark brown but he took the compliment. "So, how does this explain why you were under my bed?" Virgil asked, curious.
Patton let out a small sigh, before moving to sit down next Virgil. "I-uh…you know those stories, the ones with monster under your bed, or in your closet?" Virgil nodded. "I'm...one of those monsters."
Virgil was a little off-put, didn't monsters in those stories eat kid's toes or lure them under the bed and eat them whole? Was Patton gonna do that?! He seemed so nice though…
Patton seemed to notice Virgil's reaction, "monsters aren't as bad as the ones in the stories though." "They aren't?" Patton giggled, "not even close, all the monsters I've met are really pretty nice." Virgil looked at him curiously, "what other monsters?" Patton beamed, showing off his mouth of sharpish teeth "My closest friends are Roman and Logan. Roman really adventurous, Logan likes math and science, Roman also has a brother named Remus, he's a little...scary but has pretty cool horns. There's also Janus, who has scales- and oh I'm sorry I ramble a lot."
Virgil smiled, "it's fine, I don't mind."
Patton smiled again, "what are your friends like?" Virgil frowned, eyes stinging a bit, "I-I don't have, friends…" Patton frowned, "is that why you're sad?" Virgil bit his lip before nodding.
Patton put a hand on his shoulder, "do you need a hug?" Virgil nodded quickly before practically flinging himself into Patton's touch. As Patton wrapped his arms the taller boy, Virgil felt that burning again. That addictive, comforting burn, it felt amazing.
For a minute Virgil thought he could live there forever, in the safety and warmth of Patton's touch. But that warm, safe touch soon grew too warm and Virgil suddenly felt overwhelmed almost, claustrophobic. He pushed away from the others touch, noticing how his eyes had started leaking tears, his breathing a bit uneven as well.
"I-im sorry, I don't get hugs often, i-it's just a lot." Virgil attempted to explain. "Hey it's ok, just breath in and out, you'll be alright." Patton said, comforting the other the best he could. It luckily didn't take long to get Virgil's breathing under control.
Virgil smiled shyly at the other, "Thanks Pat, for that. No one has ever helped me through one of those." Patton gave Virgil a small, slightly sad smile, "it's what friends do."
Virgil went wide eyed. "Friends?" Patton bit his cheek, "if you wanna be?" Virgil beamed, "I'd really like that" Patton smiled back. "Me to".
Prompt: Roman always wanted Anxiety gone. Now the thought frightens him. (for @3-has-charm )
Roman-centric angst
Word count: about 700?
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If Anxiety is gone, what do we have to lose?
It's been ages since the Accepting Anxiety double episode and Roman still heard every mean thing he'd said. It kept going and going, echoing in his mind.
And every time his mind went down that particular spiral the memories got louder and louder.
A raisin-oatmeal cookie. No one wants that!
No one wanted Anxiety. Least of all Roman. He'd always been vocal about it. He was never shy to insult the villain, his antagonist.
For that was all he was to Roman. An antagonist. A nuisance.
All Roman ever wanted, more than anything in the world, was to get rid of Anxiety so Thomas finally wouldn't be held back by him anymore.
You find what is burdening their life and you kill it.
Roman had said it about the imaginary Dragon-Witch but he did indeed have Anxiety in mind when he thought of it. Anxiety made Thomas's life so hard. He made their host constantly worried and Roman hated it. The constant fear interfered with Roman's work, hindering Thomas from reaching goals and making his dreams come true. And like a true disney prince, he wanted their dreams to come true. And if he had to get rid of Anxiety to do so first, then so be it. He'd find a way to make him stop.
Roman didn't care how he had to do it. He just wanted Anxiety to be out of the picture.
He couldn't be struggling because of me. Why not sunshine over there?
Blame him, his mind had told him. Everything was always Anxiety's fault anyways! Even Logan had agreed at the time!
"Anxiety is the antagonist." The logical side had insisted back then.
And Roman had always agreed. He hated Anxiety. He hated him so much.
I can't stand that guy.
Still don't like you.
I don't like him.
Roman used to be so vocal at the time. But now-
They had gotten to know Virgil.
And now the mere thought of him being gone frightens Roman. It frightens him more than he ever thought possible.
Virgil. Scared, caring, thoughtful Virgil.
Roman had put him through so much over the years.
Sweet Virgil, always trying to protect them. So different now from the front of Anxiety. So different from the callous, sometimes even cruel side.
It tore Roman apart, knowing what he had done to the side he now called one of his best friends.
If your only goal is to protect, then why do you act like the embodiment of a dark and stormy night all the time?
Truthfully, Roman had been afraid of Anxiety. He didn't like to admit it but he was. A tiny, primal part deep inside his chest screamed at him whenever Anxiety was close.
Danger. Danger! It would chant and Roman had reacted accordingly.
He never let his guard down.
Now he knew better. He knew he was unfair. He knew the way he acted was irrational.
But he was blinded by hate. He never stopped.
It took Virgil ducking out for him to see how important his role was in keeping Thomas safe. He had pushed and teased and hurt Virgil until it was almost too late.
It was almost too late for Virgil.
It was almost too late for them to get Virgil back.
We got along just fine without him in the first two Sanders Sides videos.
They didn't. They really didn't get along fine without Virgil.
And roman couldn't help but blame himself for Virgil leaving. They weren't just fine without him. They may have managed the first two videos but Virgil had still been there. He was not on screen but he still influenced Thomas.
It was Roman's fault. It must have been.
Patton had never said a bad thing about anyone. Patton always made everyone feel welcome.
Logan may have had his moments of disagreement with Virgil but he was still… civil. As civil as Logic could be.
But he was not. Not at all. Roman just couldn't look past his own distaste for the anxious side. And as such it was his fault that they had nearly lost their protector.
It was Roman's fault Virgil saw no other way but to leave.
And roman would spend every single day for the rest of Thomas's life making up for it.
