#roceitsleep

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Remy/Roman/Janus "How dare you!"

Rosleepceit - Stole

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Masterpost

"How dare you!"

Remy peeked his head around the kitchen door, before walking into the room properly and placing his hands on his hips. He then grinned at his boyfriends, looking back and forth between them.

"What's going on? I hear tea."

Janus huffed. "There is no 'tea'," he said, making quotation marks with his fingers as he spoke. "Nothing happened. There is no drama."

"No drama!" Roman exclaimed. "You fiend, you stole my Crofters!"

"I did not steal anything! This is my home, too, and my kitchen. All of the food here is mine as well as yours. Therefore, I did not steal anything."

"Oh, you are such a lawyer."

"Aww, thank you."

"I did not mean it like a compliment, fiend!"

"You already used that nickname."

"Ooh, tea!" Remy grinned. "Fun. But come on, babes. Is jam really worth fighting over?"

Roman gasped, placing his hand over his heart in an overly exaggerated manner.

"Of course!"

Janus rolled his eyes, but his expression was unmistakably fond. The corners of his lips twitched upwards, and he took a step towards Roman, grabbing the sides of his jacket and tugging him closer to him.

This immediately changed the atmosphere from mildly annoyed to flirtatious.

"I'm sorry I stole your Crofters," Janus said in a voice that was simultaneously apologetic and flirty at once. "How can I make it up to you?"

Roman's face immediately began to redden significantly, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times.

Then, he huffed and looked away, though he made no attempt to get away from Janus.

"You cannot flirt with me everytime you want me to forgive you," Roman said.

"But it always works so well."

"Someday it shall stop working!"

"Will it, though?" Remy added with a matching grin.

He rested his chin on Roman's shoulder.

"I would only ever stop if you asked me to, my dear," Janus said. "But I doubt it shall ever stop working. Would you like a kiss?"

Roman continued to pout. "I am still mad at you."

"I'll take the kiss if you don't want it," Remy said.

There was a beat.

"I never said that."

[magpiemorality]

“Won’t you come dance with us?” + rosleepceit?? - loveceit

AO3

***

The mortal is so very beautiful. Remy wants to curl up in his big, strong arms and coo at him until his eyes are full of starlight and he stays forever. Dove has expressed a similar desire, focused more on the mortal’s lips and the shine of his smile. He wants to taste that smile until it burns only for them and he stays forever. 

They’re both agreed on keeping him, as it turns out. 

The next time the mortal goes too deep into the trees to set his traps, in search of food as the Autumn strengthens and Winter’s impending dominion starts to hang in the air, they approach. With winter coming they’re growing stronger too, and it takes very little effort to change the route so he ends up lost, drawing up to the glittering pond with a furrowed brow. 

He can tell something is wrong, and he sighs as they watch. Remy slinks between the trees, catlike and grinning in anticipation. Dove shadows him on the opposite side, peering through the bushes as the mortal closes his eyes for a long time, seeming to resign himself to something. “I know you’re here,” he calls, and his voice is just as dreamy as the rest. 

Dove steps out of the trees, flitting along the edge of the shadows, still mostly out of sight unless the mortal has extremely good eyes. It appears he does as he turns to follow the Fae’s progression, expression blank and saying nothing else. 

Unfortunately he ends up with his back turned to Remy, who is delighted by the view of those broad shoulders under his shirt, and who creeps ever closer. “What a pretty thing, all alone out here in the wilderness,” he murmurs. The mortal whips around by Remy is faster, seeming almost to vanish and reappear by Dove’s side, clinging to his partner. “We mean you no harm, handsome.”

“No harm?” The mortal scoffs, turning back to look at them warily, his entire body tense as a bowstring. Dove tosses his head and blinks at him evenly, catching Remy as he dramatically swoons without batting an eyelid. “Forgive me for finding this chase of yours slightly more alarming than enjoyable.”

Dove chuckles, spinning Remy out and gliding closer. He stretches a hand out. “All we want is a dance. Won’t you come dance with us?” He says, and in that moment it is the truth. But Remy grins because he knows that particular truth will change soon, and then they will have their prize. 

“Dance?” Their mortal frowns, moving away from Dove’s hand. Smart man, but he will be theirs in the end either way. Remy slips smoothly into place and the Fae waltz slowly around the clearing. 

“Dance! Just like this, to the sound of the wind and the birds on the air…” Remy says. They have him trapped the moment he goes too long between blinks, entranced by the movement and allowing them to get much closer. 

Dove lets go of Remy and stops in front of the mortal, holding his hand out again. 

And this time the mortal takes it. 

–

It would have been over from there had the damned trickster not been wearing an iron ring. Dove recoils with a hiss that breaks the spell, into Remy’s arms, and they pout at the man. He’s freed from his reverie and smirks triumphantly at them both, hefting his bag and walking past confidently towards the clear path that opens up. Remy makes a mournful noise and Dove kisses him to soothe him. “We really did just want to dance,” he calls to the man. 

“Maybe another time. If you ask nicely!” The mortal tosses back with a cheeky grin, walking backwards to reply before he hurries out of their magical clearing and back home. 

The thought is intriguing enough that when they recover from the shock and disappointment, they immediately set to planning how to go about ‘asking nicely’. It requires some serious research, but one day they’re ready. 

And he says no. 

He says no many times over the following year in fact, and the two fae are just about ready to tear their hair out or hide a fairy ring in front of his doorstep, but they’ve grown fond of him and he is kind to them in return. He welcomes them in once when the storm dogs come chasing, heralding Spring, and then in the hearth of his little home he is the one to ask. They dance, nothing like the wild madness of their usual dances but a slow sway to his peculiar music, tucked together with a newfound admiration for their mortal. 

Roman is just glad he no longer has to resist their terribly effective pouting and childish tantrums. Giving in feels like a victory of its own. 

[izzyfandoms]

can we gone some fucken uhhh,,, rosleepceit,,, dancing,,,, together,,,,,,,,,,,

(Now THIS is a good ship)

Rosleepceit - Ballroom

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Masterpost

Deceit knew that Roman was talented.

It was his job to be creativity, to make whatever it was that his or Thomas's hearts desired, so, of course Deceit knew that he was good at it.

But knowing it and seeing it were two different things.

Roman had spent hours, days, on this latest project, and it was finally finished, and Deceit couldn't have been prouder of him. The ballroom was massive, magnificent, and elaborately decorated in red, gold and black.

(Their colours. It was for them.)

Every little detail was perfect and planned, Roman had created it all himself, and Deceit was in awe. It was filled with dozens of imaginary people, too, all also hand-made by the creative side himself.

It was amazing.

Deceit heard their boyfriend, Remy, whistle from beside him, equally impressed.

"Damn, Roman's good."

Deceit couldn't find the right words to agree with him, so he just nodded.

When Roman spotted them from across the room, his eyes immediately lit up, and he abandoned the imaginary guests he'd been talking to, bouncing over to his boyfriends with a grin.

"So," He said, once he reached them. "What do you think?"

He was proud, obviously - this had been quite the large project - but there were hints of nervousness in his smile. He didn't want to disappoint them.

Deceit stepped over to him, taking one of Roman's hands in both of his own, squeezing it. Remy followed suit.

"Babe, it's, like, perfect," Remy said. "What the fuck? How are you so talented? You have got to let me use this for one of Thomathy's dreams, he's gonna love it."

Deceit nodded in agreement. "Roman, it's wonderful," He said sincerely.

Roman looked ecstatic, and like he wanted to kiss the both of them at once. They'd tried that, before, but it had never really worked out.

"Do you want to dance?" Roman asked.

Deceit tilted his head. "Three people can't ballroom dance together."

"We can try!"

[magpiemorality]

Ohh what if you wrote more for the rosleepceit 1920s au? - loveceit

What if I DID??? :o @loveceit

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***

Somewhere along the lines they all move in together. It’s mostly out of convenience, because Roman sleeps over more nights than he doesn’t and Virgil is moving back home to save money, so it’s a no-brainer that all of Roman’s stuff just ends up dumped into Dee’s car. There’s not that much of it left that hasn’t already migrated over so it’s an easy trip, and they’re soon home.

And it really does feel like home. Remy and Dee are crazy domestic when they’re out of their performance and/or public personas. Even haughty, proud Dee shows he can be quiet and sweet and shockingly cuddly when they’re in the privacy of the penthouse.

They appreciate Roman being around to keep things tidy, cook them meals and deal with the bills and all the things they’re too tired or uninterested to deal with themselves. Dee likes the heated debates and dance partner for when the record player is on and they crank the volume up. Remy likes the foot rubs and slow, swaying kisses in the light from the street, and being carried to bed like royalty when they’re too tired to walk anymore. They both love having him permanently in their bed.

Teething problems abound, naturally, because all three of them are incredibly spirited, opinionated individuals. Dee and Roman get into most often, because Remy mostly lives to make snide remarks and stir up trouble, unable to stick arguments out the way Dee and Roman have both been brought up to. It can get truly spectacular, when Dee snaps and starts to actually shout. Roman has yet to back down, maybe less eloquent with the words he uses but just as expressive and well-thought out in his own counters to the highbrow things Dee likes to throw at him. They never ever use anyone’s background against them however. That is firmly off limits, after the first time Roman made a bitchy remark about Dee’s rich parents and Remy had gone ballistic in his defense of the other man.

They’d made up later, when Remy had gone out to meet a friend, sat opposite one another at the kitchen table and murmuring as they tentatively held hands and realised that they’d survive this to stay in love. Thus the boundary was set and the relationship strengthened. They were cuddling on the couch with a glass of wine each when Remy got back, and the relief on their face at the sight made Roman feel awful but Dee smile, secure in the knowledge of how much this meant to them all.

Nowadays they’re never apart for long. Dee is considering buying the club for Remy, because he knows they’ve been slaving away to afford share after share of the place on their own merit but he figures it would be better to slowly pay him off than the landlord, who is considerably more stingy and often seems to overcharge his partner. The shows go on, and Roman joins the team, his own stunning voice bringing in a slightly different, newer crowd and an extra shine of respectability, because he performs in significantly more clothing than his two Charmers do. The thought of Roman being respectable makes anyone who knows them laugh, but he appreciates the image and takes great care in it, dedicated not just to the Belles of the club but now to the club itself.

And life goes ever on.

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[magpiemorality]

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