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I am SO tired so todays Anxceit week post will have to be a day late rippppp

I hope that's okay fjsdklfjsd two prompts for me to do tomorrow <3 eepy time now....

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First Day At Camp Veil

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Virgil isn't overly enthusiastic about being shipped off to Camp Veil - the supernatural summer camp for non-human kids.

He could see no way they would go well, but maybe, just maybe things would go better than he expects.

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Warnings: None

Pairings: None

Word Count: 4520

Notes:

AU-gust part 7 :D This one is a very fun one and intended to be a series of oneshots in the same setting <3 Hopefully I can get more written pretty soon because I actually really like this first part. I hope you guys like it too :D

i went on a whole rabbit hole researching summer camps for this bc we don't really have them here where I live, lol

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Virgil was not excited for summer camp.

Sure, being out in the woods would be great. He'd never turn down an opportunity to get lost in the trees - especially when the full moon would fall whilst he was at camp, which meant he could spend the night running wild in the forests surrounding the odd place.

But outside of that, Virgil was dreading this. 

He'd never done well with other kids. Even other wolves. He was too aggressive and jumpy, and no matter how nice they were, Virgil tended to spook and snap at people - both literally and as a figure of speech. 

That was the whole reason his pack had thought it best that he do this. To get him more comfortable around other kids. But Virgil was worried that his anxious nature would get in the way.

On the bus he sat alone, doodling in a notebook and glaring at anyone who tried to talk to him. 

The staff who welcomed him to the camp were nice enough, The head of staff introduced himself as Thomas once all of them had been gathered in a large hall, and told that anyone could come to him with any issues they may have whilst they were here.

It bothered Virgil that he was one of the oldest campers here, at sixteen. His pack had made it sound like there would be loads of campers his age, but looking around the hall, he could see that the vast majority of people here were younger - ten to thirteen year olds made up at least three quarters of the hall, with the rest of the group being fourteen to seventeen. Virgil could only see a few others who looked like they could be his age or older. How was he supposed to make friends when most of the people here were basically babies?

The camp was aimed for supernatural kids. Which meant, at the very least, that there were few humans here, and the ones who were human were amongst the staff and not the other campers, and they at least didn't seem too annoying. 

Here they were allowed to show off their supernatural traits as much as they liked, since there were no unknowing humans around, as long as it wasn't dangerous. So he could tell just from looking that there was a wide range of supernatural creatures here. He could spot a few other wolves in the crowd, though most of them were younger and Virgil wasn't interested in being the ringleader for some pups. There was at least one other wolf in his age group, but he looked muscular and intimidating in his flannel jacket and annoyed expression, so Virgil didn't feel much like approaching him either. Virgil's own wolf ears were still hidden. They were black and pierced, and he'd dyed the tips purple. He was a little worried that he'd be judged for them around here with all of these people, so for now he would keep them hidden even though he'd rather not.

There were all sorts of creatures here, though. Virgil thought he could see a boy further along his row who was quite literally on fire. There were people here with wings, horns, scales, a notable person with a coiled up snake tail underneath them instead of legs. Virgil wasn't all that well versed in the magical and supernatural outside of his own kind, but still he found seeing them all gathered together like this incredibly interesting.

He did also feel as though this camp was bound to be a disaster. 

From the small amount of research he had been able to do from home, he'd found that this was the first time Camp Veil was actually opening. Which meant they were the trial group for these staff members. He didn't see a bunch of mostly humans being able to handle all of these supernatural kids very well, and he didn't have all that much faith that no-one would try to kill each other. Certain supernaturals simply didn't get along, and that wasn't their fault. Virgil wondered how they'd gone about planning the cabins they'd be staying in.

Everyone was ushered to their feet once again, and each age group was directed to a different councelor who would give them their cabin groups and lead them to where they could unpack and settle in before the evening meal and activities Thomas had mentioned (Virgil had only half been paying attention).

His age group - sixteen and seventeen year olds - was annoyingly small compared to the two other groups. 

There was maybe twenty of them in total from what Virgil could count, and he knew this camp was taking in about a hundred and fifty, maybe a little less. It didn't matter, really. Maybe it would be easier to talk to people with a smaller group. But he'd been told there would be people his age - werewolves his age - and so far he couldn't see any. Any other than that guy in the flannel he didn't want to talk to, anyway.

Maybe that was better, he told himself. IF there were less werewolves here then there would be less chance that he'd end up needing to fight anyone over stupid shit. Virgil didn't like fighting that much, but he wouldn't back down if he was challenged, and less wolves meant less chance of that happening here. 

"Alright then," Said the councelor who'd been assigned to them. A woman named Valorie who Virgil was fairly certain was some kind of siren or merfolk. Virgil thought she probably would've been better with the younger kids, if she could use her voice to control them. But whatever, "We have three cabins, seven campers each, I'll call each of your names and cabin numbers, and then you can all come stand in groups over here with your cabin Counselor - once everyone's sorted we can start getting everyone situated.

Virgil sighed. This was going to take forever.

And it did take forever. Even though there were only twenty-one names to read out, somehow it felt like it took an age to get to Virgil. who was at the end of the alphabet with both his first name and his surname - Woods. And basically everyone had already been sorted by the time his name was called. He didn't particularly like being the last one stood over by Valorie, because now everyone was grouped up and waiting to see who would end up with the weird kid.

Maybe Virgil wasn't actually that weird compared to these people. In fact he could pass as human right now, since unlike most kids here. But he was still tall and lanky and wore 'weird' clothes and boots and makeup. He wore long sleeves and dark clothes even though it was summer, a hoodie even though it was warm. He didn't even have the excuse of being somewhat averse to daylight like the vampires were. 

Virgil sighed as he looked at the three groups on the other side of the courtyard. Virgil didn't particularly want to be in any of them, and he hadn't been counting to see who was missing a person either. Group one had Andy - the other werewolf - so Virgil was really just hoping for two or three. Though two had the fire boy, so Virgil wasn't sure if that one was all that much better - he seemed rather arrogant and was already bickering with the boy with the snake tail. Cabin three seemed like the best option. At least no-one in there was already arguing.

"Virgil Woods-" Valorie finally said, reading off of her sheet, "You'll be in cabin two."

Well great, that was just wonderful. Virgil groaned softly. pulling up his hood before walking over to the group. He stood as off to the side as he possibly could without being told to get back to the group itself. Now that he was closer, he could see a lot more. 

First of all, the boy on fire wasn't actually on fire - he just had wings that shifted between red, gold and yellow when he moved them, giving them that effect. His hair was similarly coloured, and he had miniature wings where his ears should be. They were arguing, it seemed, because snake boy had insulted his hair. Some kind of water creature stood nearby - with cuttlefish eyes and long, seaweed like hair - covering his mouth with long nailed fingers as he tried not to laugh too hard. Virgil wondered if he was some kind of fae creature - the endless dripping water did make it seem that way , he wasn't sure without asking, which he most certainly wouldn't be doing.

So snake boy, fire boy and water boy.

The other three members of their cabin seemed calmer. One of them had already pulled out a book. turning the pages and scanning them quickly, turning the pages again faster than Virgil thought anyone had the right to be reading. There was nothing inherently telling about him when it came to what sort of being he was. He had long, braided, white hair, thick, square glasses and wore a tie, but that meant nothing. Even his scent was unfamiliar, he was as unrecognisable as Virgil was. He'd have though he was human if not for how fast he was reading.

The boy next to him was the exact opposite. He looked bubbly - and not just in the emotional sense of the word - Virgil thought he could imagine him poofing out into a bunch of pink bubbles. His hair looked like it was made of fine flower petals - pink at the roots and light blue at the tips. On his head were tiny white antlers decorated in flowers and fluffy ears on the sides of his head. He had colourful freckles dotted across his tan skin and light blue eyes with white pupils. On his back were small, shimmering wings that looked as though they were made out of the thinnest, colourful crystal. A fairy of some kind, it seemed. 

And finally.... the last boy was also stood alone. he was, undoubtedly, a vampire. Even though there was nothing specifically off about him, he was wearing dark sunglasses and a cap, with a leather jacket and white t-shirt underneath. In his heads he held a thermos flask that Virgil didn't want to think about. His skin was paper white - which was the biggest clue - and his ears were pointed. Oh, and he was staring straight at Virgil. At least he could only assume that was what he was doing through those sunglasses.

Of course, Virgil started glaring back. What else was he supposed to do when some vampire started looking at him like that? The counsellors should know better than to put a vampire and a werewolf in a cabin together in the first place. This was just another point on Virgil's 'are they stupid?' list. 

"Alright, cabin two, come this way!" Said another councelor, who came up and began to lead them towards the cabin in the middle. 

All three of the wooden buildings faced inwards to a circular courtyard with a little fountain in the centre. There were a few benches dotted around outside of each cabin, as well as two picnic tables situated on the grass. They'd been told they would get about an hour of social and relaxation time at their cabins or around camp in the evenings, he assumed the benches were dotted around to facilitate that. 

Virgil trailed behind the group. The water and fire boys were now talking animatedly about everything they would do at camp - water boy was looking forward to the lake and forest nature activities, and fire boy was looking forward to the more craft and theatre focused ones. It seemed the two of them already knew each other. They must if they were talking in a way that was so friendly. 

"Feel free to pick your own beds, as long as there's no fighting," She said to them as they arrived at the steps up to the wooden building, "Roman-"

The fire boy perked up.

"You will have the room to the left yourself," She says, Virgil stamped down a growl - why did he get special treatment? "The rest of you will be sharing a room with three bunks, choose wisely - I'll be here if you need anything."

Virgil sighed. Last one in the room, last to pick a bunk he supposed. Where he expected it to be a rush to grab the best bed, though, the reading boy stepped forward and blocked the entrance. Water boy scowled, and Roman just hung back - his place was already decided anyway.

"Everyone listen to me," The nerd spoke, "I believe there is an effective, favourable and non-combative way to determine who will sleep where."

"Eugh get on with it, nerd," Water boy huffed, hopping from foot to foot like he was antsy. Nerd huffed.

"My name is Logan," Logan said calmly, "In fact - why don't we all introduce ourselves, in case anyone wasn't listening to the name readings?"

"In a minute," Remus huffed, "I wanna unpack my shit and then we can have circle time or whatever."

"Alright, alright," Logan sighed, "Does anyone have a strong preference for where they sleep - and I mean a genuine need, not just preferring one bunk over the other."

"I would just love a top bunk," Said the snake guy, huffing with effort just from having to climb the stairs. Virgil eyed said stairs with irritation - they hadn't exactly made them very accessible, huh?

"...Really?" Logan asked, adjusting his glasses as he squinted at the snake.

"Of course not, you think I'd be able to climb a ladder?" He huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, "it'll be hard enough trying to fit into the bed, let alone climb up to a top bunk."

"Right, of course," Logan nodded with a hum.

"Um -" Sparkle fairy spoke up, raising a hand, "Not... me, I can sleep anywhere, really, but I think the watery kiddo over there should be on a bottom bunk - or he'll soak through whoever's underneath too."

Watery guy groaned, but Logan nodded.

"That is a fair assessment," He agreed, "Anyone else?"

No-one spoke up, so Logan continued into the room. "Well then, it is down to personal preference - ah, I do believe we should have Remy and Virgil separate, though."

"Works for me, babe," The vampire - who obviously must be Remy - shrugged, "Can I get top bunk?"

Virgil just huffed, walking over to the corner bunk and dumping his bag on the bottom and sitting down, crossing his legs. There, bed claimed, it didn't need all that fanfare that Logan was messing around with. 

"That works," Logan sighed as Remy took the top bunk on the opposite side of the room. The snake guy was instructed to take the bunk beneath him, Logan took the top bunk above Virgil - which he wasn't entirely pleased about. If Logan was going to be so controlling then Virgil would never get anything done. At least he was right next to a window he could see the forest through. 

The fairy ended up above Remus. The last space, and he didn't seem all too pleased about it, though he graciously accepted it anyway. 

"So now do we get to do introductions?" Roman asked, looking bored in the doorway.

"I suppose an icebreaker may be in order, yes."

"Or we could just like, talk, and then it doesn't have to be awkward," Virgil suggested with a frown as he pulled his favourite blanket - which had been rolled up and clipped to his backpack - and spreading it over his bed, further covering it with his scent. 

"Alright then, lets just talk!" Roman said, clapping his hands happily, "Well - I'm Roman, clearly you can see I'm a phoenix, that's why I have a separate room, um, wood and fire don't go so well together, and apparently they couldn't afford proper fireproofing for the whole cabin so I get stuck on my own."

"...Oh," Virgil said, suddenly not as jealous with how glum Roman looks about the fact.

"Thought I should get that out of the way, considering you all looked rather upset when you heard I got the other room to myself."

"Sure, would've been nice," Virgil hummed.

"I bet it would've, babe," Remy laughed, drinking from his cup and throwing one leg over the other. Virgil growled.

"What's that supposed to mean," He said, already irritated by their vampiric roommate.

"Whattt! Just a comment," Remy rolled his eyes dramatically - even pulling his sunglasses down his nose to do so before pushing them back up, "Cause of what you are! I mean, you probably like, sleep in a crate or something at home, right? with the other dogs?"

Virgil snarled and lunged without even thinking. He didn't get far before arms were wrapped around his chest, the grip so tight that his legs went out from under him. He was breathing heavily. 

"Ouch!" Remy said, putting a hand over his heart.

Looking down at the floor, Virgil took a few deep breaths. Logan set him back down on his bed and Virgil covered his face with his hands. 

"And this is why I wanted you two to have separate beds," Logan sighed, "Can the two of you at least try to get along?"

"He started it," Virgil huffs, "And for the record, I have a normal bed at home, just like the rest of my family, I'm not a fucking dog."

"Oh of course not," Remy rolled his eyes, "I was just teasing."

"Okay... I'm confused," Roman said slowly, "What's going on here?"

The snake sighed deeply, rolling over in his bed onto his front and propping his chin up on folded arms, "Emo over there is a werewolf, and the sunglasses freak is a vampire, we're never going to have a peaceful night in here - so count yourself lucky you have a separate room, bird boy."

Roman scoffed, "Okay, first of all my name's Roman, and I'm a phoenix, not a bird."

"Phoenixes are a type of bird, next?"

"Second of all!" Roman glared at the snake, "I hope the six of you won't keep me up with all that incessant arguing."

"Oh well, I quite agree on that point," The snake hummed, "Rest assured I wont be doing any of the keeping up, though, I quite like my beauty rest and the rest of you will not be interrupting that even if I have to smother you with my tail to get you to shut up."

"Understood!" The fairy chirped.

"Okay - now that's over can I learn you guys' names now, please?" Virgil said. Now that he had calmed down, he felt he needed that piece of information at the very least.

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The unpacking time went by far too quickly but also far too slowly for Virgil's liking. 

He had learned very quickly that he didn't like Remy one bit. He hadn't done anything to the guy and all he was getting back from him were pokes and prods about the fact that he was a werewolf. Virgil did his best not to retaliate, especially not with Logan hanging over his shoulder, but he still wasn't happy to be in the same room with him at all. 

With some peer pressure from the others, Virgil had shown his wolf ears and tail. Patton had gushed about how pretty the purple dye looked against his black hair, and Logan had made a comment about the piercings that Virgil tried very hard to ignore. Remy had rolled his eyes, Remus had asked him if transforming felt like all of his bones breaking and reforming, which... was not a pleasant image, Janus hadn't seemed to care despite being the main person pressuring him, and Roman had asked to touch them. 

Virgil had declined, because he really didn't feel comfortable with anyone here touching him at all, and Roman had pouted but backed off. He still looked as though he wanted to ask again, but he didn't, and Virgil was grateful for that. 

For the rest of the time, they had simply sat and talked. Janus and Logan had been the main diffusers of arguments - though Janus had started enough of his own to make up for it. The arguments had either been between Virgil and Remy or Remus and Roman - who apparently were brothers, though Virgil didn't see the resemblance. 

How a kelpie and a phoenix were related Virgil had no idea, but Patton had mentioned it being a fae thing he probably wouldn't understand, so Virgil had tried to push it out of his mind.

The only person whom they hadn't learned the supernatural identity of was Logan, who seemed incredibly reluctant to share. They had come to the conclusion that he was probably something terrifying or shameful - like a demon or something - so he didn't want to share with them. Virgil thought it was fair, he hadn't exactly wanted to share what he was anyway.

The gong rang for dinner, and Virgil jumped up to hurry out, only to be shoved at the door by Remy.

"Oh you little-" Virgil growled, running after him and shoving Remy out of the way on the path. He hissed and shoved back.

"Bitch you're gonna make me drop my flask!" Remy whined, just as Virgil went for him again, only to be scooped up in the coils of a naga tail. 

"I believe that's enough of that," Janus rolled his eyes, only setting Virgil back on his feet once he had calmed down, "They serve different food based on your dietary preferences anyway, you two wont even need to be near each other in the dinner queue, come on Virgil."

"Huh?"

"You eat raw meat as a werewolf, yes?" Janus raised an eyebrow, with a hand still on Virgil's arm.

"I- yeah?" Virgil huffed.

"Then we'll be in the same queue, now come along we wouldn't want to be late and get scolded by Logan."

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Remus had joined them in the raw meat dinner line, whilst Logan and Patton were on the other side of the room in the vegetarian line and Roman was next to them queuing with others for cooked meats. It turned out Remy - and it seemed a few other vampires - had a dedicated table stocked with blood bags for them, and a few other small species groups with more specific requirements had a similar setup. 

Despite there being no assigned seating in the cafeteria, Virgil still ended up with his little cabin group. It made sense, since so far they were the only people he actually knew here. He expected most people were doing the same, and they'd probably split off more once they started doing activities in different groups and the others made more friends. 

Virgil didn't think they were friends yet. He most certainly wasn't friends with Remy. 

Normally he would try not to have too much against a vampire he'd just met. The vampire werewolf feud was stupid, in his opinion, and often just wound up with older werewolves dead, when they actually tried to fight immortal beings. But Remy sure seemed to take it seriously, and Virgil refused to show his belly to a challenge. 

for now, though, Virgil tried his best to simply ignore the vampire at their table, instead talking to Janus - who was still annoying but less so - and Patton to try and learn a little more about their kinds as they ate. Virgil knew very little about nagas and fae, so it was interesting to talk to them both. Fae didn't tend to live in built up urban areas, which is likely why Virgil had never met one, and nagas tended to live alone, or at the very most in a small family group. Janus was older than them when measured in years, but by naga standards he was still very much a child - the equivalent of sixteen, like Virgil. Patton was a similar way, though he wasn't hundreds of years old. He'd apparently sprouted from a flower in springtime many years ago, having aged slowly for a faerie and now just reaching the maturity of a sixteen-year-old human. 

Talking to immortals was confusing, Virgil decided.

Roman was only on his first rebirth. He'd hatched seventeen years ago, he told them when he butted in on the conversation the group was having. So while Roman would live - or keep re-birthing himself - for thousands of years, right now he really was just Virgil's age. Remus was the same age as Roman, and Virgil still didn't understand how they were brothers. Apparently Remus had also come from an egg, but how one put a horse shaped lake fae into an egg Virgil had no idea. 

He would just have to accept it and move on, he was pretty sure, because no-one was giving him a satisfying answer.

Dinner was wrapped up swiftly once everyone was done eating, and then they were all ushered into the hall again for a welcome party. Pop music Virgil didn't really like all that much was playing, and all the camp leaders were encouraging everyone to dance and have fun whilst they socialised. There were even balloons and streamers up with colourful lights, as well as a darker corner for those with sensitive eyes to rest. 

Virgil stayed for as long as he could before he started to get overwhelmed by all the noise. Patton and Janus talking to him had helped a bit, and Roman dragging him off to dance had, whilst fun in the moment, only really served to make the overstimulation worse. It had been nice to dance, but now he was sitting out on the steps outside of the hall building. There were a few others out here, so Virgil could only assume that he was in fact allowed to be here, but it offered a needed refuge from the party. 

His ears pricked when he heard footsteps approach him, and then someone sat down next to him with a huff.

"Hey babe," 

Oh great, it was Remy.

Virgil growled instinctively, but Remy put up his hands in surrender.

"Hey hey, look, don't get angry, I just wanna talk," Remy huffed.

"Where are our chaperones," Virgil deadpanned, Remy laughed. 

"Seriously, I'm not gonna bait you this time," Remy said, "Party got overwhelming and Roman said you already left, so I thought it was probably a good time to apologise for being a bitch today."

"Oh-" Virgil started, before stopping himself in his tracks, "You're apologising-?"

"Yeah- look, I'm not used to being around freaks who aren't other vampires - or like - humans, right? So I met you and just felt like I had to be a bitch to you so I did," Remy sighed, "But that's not fair when you didn't do anything. Can't promise I'll stop, but… yeah, sorry."

"Well-" Virgil huffed, "It's kinda normal for vampires and werewolves to fight, right? I don't like- blame you."

"Thanks babe," 

"Stop calling me babe."

"Okay boo!"

"That is not better."

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Case in point: I have art references dating all the way back from 2007 that I still haven’t categorized 😭

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Do you enjoy shipping polycules and are you polyamorous?

- yes, yes

- yes, maybe

- yes, no

- no, yes

- no, maybe

- no, no

Note: answering "no" on the first question doesn't mean you *hate* these ships. If you're neutral to them, it is still a "no"

Context: I'm hopelessly monoamorous and in addition I relate to characters I ship a lot, so I'm uncomfortable when I'm actually see content with such ships. This obviously doesn't mean I hate them, of course I don't, I think I'm neutral and I just don't want to actively interact. I wonder how other people feel.

Note: answering "no" on the first question doesn't mean you *hate* these ships. If you're neutral to them, it is still a "no"

Context: I'm hopelessly monoamorous and in addition I relate to characters I ship a lot, so I'm uncomfortable when I'm actually see content with such ships. This obviously doesn't mean I hate them, of course I don't, I think I'm neutral and I just don't want to actively interact. I wonder how other people feel.

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I have a lot of neurodivergent kids in my family. And I’ve worked with a lot professionally. And I often see their parents think the kids don’t want to connect, when they would love to — they just want to do it differently.

If they don’t like jokes and teasing, they might like silly noises or yes-and improv.

If they don’t like playing a competitive or narrative game with toys, they might like to take apart a toy, or sort/stack/line toys up, or get buried under toys.

If they don’t like biking or walking a trail in the woods ‘properly,’ they might like to walk along fallen logs, stand in the creek or look under rocks and leaves for creatures.

If they don’t like hugs and cuddles, they might like to bump shoulders, touch fingers, hand hug, spin around together, or (if they like more intense input) wrestle, push faces together, squeeze each other hard or run into you.

If they don’t like putting on kids’ music in the car or to dance to, they might want to listen to a game or show soundtrack, nature noises, a podcast, binaural beats, house music or metal.

If they don’t like animated movies where sad or scary things happen, they might like younger kids’ gentler shows, or adults’ science and history shows, or live zoo and nature cams.

And so many of them would benefit so much from the adults just slowing down. Not scheduling so much in the day, not rushing them through an activity, not stopping them playing the same song or watching the same bug for an hour, letting them absorb everything their way. Seeing it as a meditation instead of a problem. Joining them there.

And if you were one of those kids being rushed and scolded, trying to make yourself like teasing or competition or intense movies or a full social schedule — I’ve been reparenting myself and you can too. Whenever you notice something isn’t giving you joy — you can do it differently. Not everyone is forcing themselves through things they hate for “fun,” and we don’t have to.

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Of course :D I'll absolutely add you!!! I'm very happy you like my writings <33

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A Prince In Our Court

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Janus is on a mission to turn the prince of their kingdom into a vampire for his coven. Only to find it might be easier than he ever could've thought.

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Warnings: blood, The main character being temporarily 'dead' and referred to as a corpse.

Pairings: Anxceit

Word Count: 4357

Notes:

Day 2 of Anxceit week! This is really throwing me off I though it was Tuesday. @darksideweeks

The prompts for today were scheming/sarcasm, I hopefully managed to include them both (though the sarcasm might be lacking), I also included the extra prompts Royalty and Vampires!

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Janus wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to get so incredibly lucky. 

The plot that the head of the vampire coven Janus was part of wasn't exactly easy to pull off. One of their ranks would have to infiltrate the palace and get close to the kingdom's prince. Close enough to turn him and use him as a foothold with which to take over the kingdom. Their leader had finally decided that it was time to actually do something about the fact that Vampires were stuck on the sidelines. Oppressed by the kingdom within which they lived. The royal family weren't exactly the nicest to the supernatural beings who shared their land, they were barely considered citizens at all. 

Having a vampire prince on the throne would turn the tides for everyone, but the only way to make that happen would be to get the prince turned, and on top of that, he'd have to be willing to co-operate with them afterwards too. Very few of the vampires were fit to do the job. Many were too aggressive, too obvious. Too many of them had such a lack of control while feeding that their leader didn't trust them not to simply kill the prince by accident.

Janus was one of the lucky few who had been selected as capable. They had just been starting to figure out how exactly he could get into the palace at all when a letter arrived at his door with a royal page and a pair of knights.

At first, Janus had been worried he'd done something to get into trouble. Not many vampire activities were legal in these parts, but still they flew under the radar enough that the royal knights wouldn't normally get involved. As far as everyone else in the world saw, Janus was a simple yet elegant scholar with a bookshop who tended towards evenings and darker clothing. Nothing worthy of the royal family's attention, that was for certain.

"You're Janus, the bookseller here?" The page asked, him, Janus put on a cordial smile - at least there was no doubt it was him they were looking for.

"The one and only," Janus said, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I have a letter for you from his highness, the prince," The page said, offering an envelope to him. It was made of a heavy, yellowed parchment and stamped with the kingdoms seal in wax. Janus nodded and took it in both hands, "You have been invited to come and stay at the palace as the Prince's temporary advisor."

"Temporary advisor?" Janus asked, carefully opening the letter and taking out the parchment from inside. The letter was written in a deep purple ink, the calligraphy was clearly taught but not well practised, like the writer was doing the bare minimum to come across as professional. 

"Indeed, the prince is looking for someone to take on the role for a short time, since his last advisor... well."

"Ah," Janus nodded, trying to remain calm as he thought about this particular opportunity, "i see."

"Indeed," The page nodded, "You can see why we are hurrying to reassign this position, and the prince has picked you out out himself."

"He has, has he?" Janus asked, certain that the prince had absolutely no idea who he was. These idiots were just trying to make him feel special so that he would take the offer without even thinking about it, "Will I be paid?"

"Of course - sir, all of the information you should need is in that letter," The page told him, nodding to the paper in his hands, "If you choose to accept, a carriage will be sent to collect you. You have no more than three days to respond before we consider it a rejection, good day sir."

"Good day," Janus nodded, stepping back into his bookstore as the page and the knights retreated, letting the door swing closed as he read through the letter in his hands.

The prince's advisor, hm? 

He would have to talk to his leader about this, but he couldn't imagine a luckier break.

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"Your Highness?" Said a page Virgil had called into his study when they'd knocked. He'd been furiously searching through records in attempt to figure out a problem his father had given him - stupid shit Virgil shouldn't have to do. And all because his last advisor had decided to commit treason. What sort of idiot did that, anyway?

"What is it?" Virgil huffed, "I'm busy-"

"Your new advisor is on the way to the palace," The page said, "Your father wants you to be the one to greet him properly."

"...Right," Virgil sighed deeply, he'd forgotten that that was supposed to be today. At least it meant he could pass off a lot of this work to said advisor. Since this was an advisors job, not his.

He stood from his desk, brushing off his pristine clothes - in deep purple with details of silver - and defiantly making sure his hair was still covering his face before leaving the room to follow the page down to the entrance hall. A carriage would be pulling up soon enough, and Virgil would have to meet this new advisor properly.

Technically, he had met him before. but Janus didn't know that. Virgil regularly went out into the city in disguise, browsing shops and talking to people in hopes to find something specific. 

See, he knew Janus was no ordinary bookseller. He knew that his shop was the entrance to an underground vampire hideout - though Virgil had never gotten in, he'd seen enough people going in and not coming back out that he could tell. And he knew that Janus was one of them.

Studying someone for long enough would reveal all sorts of things, and Virgil had been able to figure out what Janus was after just a few visits. Vampires didn't seem to bother hiding what they were around regular people as much as they did around the royals and the guard. So Virgil had bought a book and he'd been greeted with a flash of scales and a glint of fangs. A particular look in Janus' eye. Virgil knew that Janus was exactly what he was looking for.

Because Virgil wanted to become a vampire.

Now this might be an odd thing for a prince to want, but Virgil was no ordinary prince. He already knew he was different from his parents. He liked different things, he had different ideas for the kingdom. And those different ideas just happened to include him being a vampire. And his new advisor could make that happen for him.

Virgil waited for said new advisor to arrive on the stairs, and descended them when the doors opened.

"Good afternoon," Virgil said, nodding his head in greeting to the 'stranger', "You must be Janus, I presume you had a pleasant journey?"

"I did indeed, it's lovely to make your acquaintance, your highness," Janus bowed to him from the doorway. Virgil's lip quirked.

"Are you going to keep lingering in the doorway, or do you need to be invited in?" Virgil asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Virgil didn't miss the way Janus' carefully built expression twitched at the accusation, "Come on in, then, I'll show you your room and office - because apparently that's my job."

Janus came into the entrance hall and followed him wordlessly up the stairs. This was going perfectly well.

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Janus had thought this was too good to be true. He was suspicious that somehow, some way, Prince Virgil knew that he was a vampire. 

That comment about the door had been what had caught him off guard. He couldn't come in without an invitation, and instead of simply inviting him in, Virgil had made a whole comment about it. Janus hoped it was nothing, because if his position here was compromised then the whole mission would most certainly be a failure. 

Even if Virgil did know, though, he hadn't done anything to get rid of Janus. He'd shown him to a bedroom he didn't really need and instructed him to leave his bags there, and he'd shown him to a rather nice office that was apparently adjacent to Virgil's own.

"I have a few tasks for you to do already," Virgil said, after heading into his own office for a moment, "I have rather a lot of paperwork that needs doing and I don't really want to do it, of course it's your job, as advisor - though before that I suppose you should learn the ropes...."

"It might be helpful to understand how this palace runs," Janus says, thumbing through the stack of papers that Virgil had handed him. Virgil sighed deeply.

"Go to the library," He said, "There's a lot of books on the subject you can have a look through if you need."

"Your highness-" Janus started when Virgil turned to leave, "If I may ask-"

"You may not," Virgil said, before laughing, "No, I don't mean that, ask away."

Janus rolled his eyes, "Why... why exactly did you choose me as your advisor?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Virgil frowned as though there was nothing odd about this situation at all.

"Well - the page who spoke to me said you knew me, but I've never met you in my life," Janus said, "unless you've magically got shapeshifting powers you're hiding from everyone-"

"Of course not," Virgil rolled his eyes, knowing that Janus had that very power, "That would be rather stupid to assume."

"Of course," Janus nodded, "So why?"

So far, in Janus' experience of the prince, he had been difficult, sarcastic and a little annoying, though Janus couldn't exactly judge since he was a similar way. For a moment, he had wondered if someone had actually gotten to the prince and turned him first. But that most certainly couldn't be the case. He didn't smell like a vampire, after all, he just acted strangely like one. 

He wondered just how difficult this job would be. Virgil had proven to be defiant and uninterested in listening to him for the most part. He got irritated when Janus tried to talk to him and didn't seem willing to tell him very much. Janus had asked why he had been chosen as Virgil's advisor and he'd skirted around the question before finally gearing up to answer. 

It made him worry just how difficult it would be to convince Virgil to join their ranks after Janus got close enough to strike. It seemed he valued respect and honesty, and anything to the contrary looked to make him nervous. Janus worried about what stabbing him in the back would do.

"Well..." Virgil said as he carefully pulled the door closed behind him, "There actually is a reason I wanted you - or, one of your kind, at least."

"My kind, your highness?" Janus deadpanned, no matter what he may be, it was still rude to refer to someone like that. Though suddenly he was even more worried that his position here might already be compromised.

"You know what I mean, Janus," Virgil said, frowning, "You're a vampire, and I need your help."

So it was true, then, his cover had been blown. With those words alone Virgil had thrown his mission out of the window. Janus had absolutely no idea how he was going to salvage this, nor explain it to his leader. That would be an ordeal and a half, but first he had to find out how Virgil knew - and what he wanted from him for that matter.

"How could you find out such a thing," Janus frowned, "You've known me for all of five minutes, it's a bold accusation to make."

Virgil hummed, and pulled a strategically placed book from the shelf in the office, placing it down on the table. 

"Do you recognise this?" Virgil asked, smirking a little.

Looking at the book, Janus found that he did in fact recognise it, it was a book he had sold to a strange customer only a few weeks ago. The man had been dressed in a cloak and hadn't spoken at all, which Janus had thought was strange at the time but he interacted with a whole lot of strange people, who all had a whole lot of strange reasons to hide their identities. Janus hadn't for a moment thought that the odd stranger could have been the prince.

"Yes... I sold this book a few weeks ago," Janus said, frowning, "It was you who bought it?"

"It was," The prince nodded, looking smug.

"I must commend you on your disguise," Janus said, "I had no idea."

"No, you didn't," Virgil said, "Since you flashed your fangs and scales at me - yes, I know you have them, I saw them with my own eyes."

"So what, this was some elaborate scheme to get me to the palace and what, arrest me? torture me for information on where all of the other vampires in the kingdom are?" Janus laughed, the sound condescending and rude, "Because I won't tell you a thing."

"I would never ask you to!" Virgil huffed, crossing his arms, "that's not what I want, if you'd actually let me get to it."

"Fine, fine," Janus waved his hand, "What is it you want?"

"I want you to turn me."

What.

Out loud, Janus said nothing, simply stared at the prince with wide, shocked eyes. In his head, Janus was practically screaming. He could work with this. He could definitely work with this. His goal had been to turn the prince anyway, he had been planning on doing it. If the prince wasn't going to object to the idea then it would simply get done a whole lot quicker than he would've thought. 

What came out of his mouth a minute later, though, was "Why?"

"Because," Virgil said, shrugging, "Well - vampires are much stronger than humans anyway, first of all, but that's just sort of a perk - see, I've been thinking, and the vampire population are going through shit in this town, excuse my language, my father is horrible to them, just like you were worried about being arrested - that's something he would do."

"...And?" Janus asked, frowning. He was sure there must be more than that.

"Well he'll be kicking the bucket soon , and when he does I'll be king. And when that happens I want to be able to change things for the better, and the best way I can see of doing that is becoming a vampire myself - so that they know they have one of their own they can trust," Virgil said, staring him down like he was practically daring Janus to challenge his plan, he didn't want to, "Besides, being a vampire would be really cool."

"Really cool?" Janus asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, really cool," Virgil said, crossing his arms.

"And I won't be arrested for turning you, will I?" Janus frowned.

"Of course not, we can even sign some kind of contract if you're that worried," Virgil huffed, "but... yes, that's what I want. I don't really need you as an advisor in the traditional sense - though it would be great to have some help - but I figured I'd put you in this position so that you could help me adjust after I'd turned, too."

Janus shook his head, "A newfang vampire's sire is supposed to stay with them after they've turned to help them learn and adjust anyway, I would've insisted on staying regardless."

Something about Virgil's expression and posture softened at that reassurance, and Janus found himself smiling without willing it. 

"So..." Virgil said, "You'll do it, then?"

Janus nodded, "I will."

"What do we have to do? is there a ritual?"

"Have you really done no research?" Janus laughed at him.

The prince's pale face flushed with embarrassment right up to his ears as he pouted. Janus savoured the sight whilst he could. Virgil would hardly be able to blush so much as a vampire.

"I do suppose I could have done more," Virgil sighed, "Just- tell me, what do you have to do to turn me."

"Well," Janus took a deep breath, placing down the folders, "I will need you to drink my blood."

"That sounds backwards," Virgil said, Janus just rolled his eyes.

"I need you to ingest some of my blood, and then I will need to drain you," Janus said, frowning at him, "Once you are dead we wait a few days and you will be reborn as a vampire."

"A few days?" Virgil huffed, frowning, "I- what if someone comes looking for me?"

"We can say you've contracted some terribly contagious illness," Janus shook his head, "With a few days preparation I believe it won't be difficult to convince the palace you cannot be seen."

"My father-" 

"I will make sure that the process is not interrupted," Janus said firmly, "Come and sit with me, we can plan what we need to do."

Virgil nodded, moving around the desk to sit down with him.

"So, what's first on the list?" Virgil asked. And Janus feared that the way Virgil smirking at him gave him butterflies might end up getting him into all sorts of trouble.

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Almost a week later,  Virgil and Janus now sat together in Virgil's bedroom. It was befitting of royalty, that was certain. The bed was draped in plush black blankets and sheets and the canopy of purple curtains really did already match the vampire aesthetic too. Virgil had spent the week preparing for his miraculous disappearance. Janus had been coaching him through acting sick, and now that the worried rumours had began to circulate, it was finally time.

There would be reports that Virgil was sick in bed and terribly contagious. Janus would bring him meals that would be thrown out - a corpse didn't need to eat after rall - and he would be in charge of warding anyone else away from Virgil's room. 

He had to make sure no-one saw Virgil in his transition state, because if they did then Janus would almost certainly be charged with high treason. All the more reassurance for Virgil that Janus wouldn't betray him, at least.

Now, though, the pair sat together on Virgil's bed. It was inappropriate of him to be this close to the prince. But that argument could be negated considering Virgil had drank a cup of Janus' blood earlier, and now Janus was about to drink him dry of his own blood and turn him into a vampire.

"Do you have a preference as to where I bite you?" Janus asked, tone a little on the teasing side. Janus would likely have to bite from the neck or wrist, otherwise Virgil either wouldn't bleed fast enough or he'd bleed too fast and some of the blood would be lost. Janus didn't want to be cleaning blood from his sheets as well as looking after a dead looking corpse.

Virgil hummed, thinking it over for a moment, "My neck, please."

"Oh really?" Janus asked, raising an eyebrow. Virgil had changed into a rather loose black linen shirt that left his neck and part of his shoulder on display. Janus supposed he must have anticipated this and chosen an outfit to match.

"Yes really," Virgil huffed, kicking Janus' shin lightly, "I get to choose where a pretty man bites me and you think I wouldn't want him to bite my neck?"

Janus couldn't help the startled laugh that escaped him at the bluntness, his fangs fully on show. It wasn't like he would need to hide them from Virgil. 

"Oh, well I can certainly do that for you," Janus hummed, "If you want it to be an intimate experience I can certainly provide."

"Shut up," Virgil mumbled, though the blush on his face made Janus chuckle, because of course the poor little prince was flustered at the first mention of intimacy. Janus shook his head and offered his arms.

"Come here," he said, "It'll be easier if you're on my lap or between my legs, I was joking about the intimacy, but I do think you'd likely rather be comfortable, yes?"

"...Yes," Virgil sighed, shifting closer until Janus was able to pull Virgil onto his lap with a soft hum.

"Are you ready?" Janus asked, "this is your last chance to back out."

"Oh of course," Virgil rolled his eyes, "I'll just put in all of that effort just to back out now. Bite me, dumbass."

"Fine, fine," Janus rolled his eyes, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Virgil's neck just to tease. The prince just huffed, rather than pushing him away. Janus chuckled against Virgil's ever so warm skin, right before biting down. The prince's blood filled his mouth and for a moment the clarity of the situation he was in dawned on him, before it faded into pure bliss as he began to drink his fill and more.

Slowly the human in his arms went limp, and once Janus had drank every last drop he could, he carefully lifted Virgil - now light as a feather and pale as paper - into his bed properly, tucking him carefully until the covers and closing his eyes, kissing his forehead before standing up. 

Now all he had to do was wait.

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When Virgil next woke up, every one of his limbs felt heavy. He felt as though he'd drank the entire cellar's worth of alcohol and more the night before, and the pounding headache he had developed most certainly wasn't helping. 

He felt terribly cold, too. The kind of chill that zipped down your spine when you entered a graveyard, except the chill extended across his entire body and didn't let up when he twitched his fingers to push up on the oppressive force that was pushing down on him from above. It took more effort than it should've to move what he soon realised to be a pile of blankets. It felt more like he was lifting a boulder off of himself, his limbs were so stiff and weak. 

For a long moment, he couldn't remember what exactly had happened to put him in that state. But when his eyes flitted up to the man standing over him, looking down at him and smiling when their eyes met, the memories came flooding back.

Virgil tried to speak, but the only sound that made it's way out of his throat was a pained, pathetic warble. His mouth was as dry as a desert, he quickly realised, and he was so terribly hungry. 

"Here," Janus said softly, voice ever so quiet and gentle. A hand slipped around Virgil's back and carefully lifted him to sit up. Now his back was up against something hard, and he could see around the room without moving his head too much, "Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

Virgil was handed a goblet containing a thick red liquid that quickly registered in his mind as blood despite the way it smelled oddly floral. He didn't have much time to think about the scent though before an overwhelming need took over him. He was so horribly hungry, and something in the back of his mind knew that this was food. The goblet was snatched out of Janus' hands with a strength he had not otherwise been able to muster and he was quickly gulping down the contents of the goblet. 

As Virgil felt the blood he drank spread through his veins, he started to feel less and less stiff. Carefully, he handed the goblet back to Janus before flexing his fingers, and then his arms. He twisted his shoulders and stretched his arms above his head before bending his knees and wiggling his feet. It felt as though he'd pushed himself far too hard in training and then taken a week long nap. but he was glad to find that the longer he waited the more feeling he was getting back into his body.

"How do you feel," Janus asked quietly, sitting down on the bed and reaching over to brush his fingers through Virgil's hair. Virgil instinctively leaned into it.

"Better, after that," Virgil mumbled, "Is there any more? I'm still hungry."

Janus laughed, "I can get you more, my dear fledgeling."

"You can?" Virgil asked, tilting his head.

Nodding, Janus hummed, "Don't you worry about that - you'll be able to hunt and feed on your own soon enough, but allow me for now, alright? I don't want you to have the burden of accidentally killing someone on your shoulders."

Virgil tensed a little at the idea. Janus was right, Virgil most certainly did not want that weight on his shoulders.

"So.... so I'm a vampire now?" Virgil asked quietly.

"Indeed you are," Janus smiled, "How does it feel?"

"Painful," Virgil huffed, frowning. Janus chuckled, continuing to run fingers through his hair. Virgil was almost annoyed at how easily it had him relaxing.

"Turning is unpleasant," Janus said, "But it'll totally stay painful forever."

Virgil glared at him, and Janus shook his head.

"I'm kidding, of course," He said, "You've been dead for a few days now, your body needs a chance to recover. Once I get you more blood and you've rested for a little while, it'll stop hurting."

"Promise?" Virgil asked softly.

"I promise," Janus nodded, "I think you're going to make a wonderful vampire."

"Well of course."

"Oh yes, of course," Janus huffed, "You know, I was originally sent here with a mission to turn you anyway, it was a good thing you wanted to be."

"You - what?" Virgil asked, face scrunching as he tried to work out what exactly Janus was talking about. 

"Mhm... my vampire clan wanted the same thing you did - a vampire ruler who would do good for our people," Janus said, "I'm very glad I didn't have to turn you against your will."

"I'm glad you guys have enough faith in me to want that," Virgil said, looking down, "I want to change things."

"And you'll do wonderfully, I'm sure."

"Thank you...."

"Now rest, darling," Janus said as Virgil's eyelids began to droop, "Your future awaits."

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Janus: Hey, so, I stole your identity. I've been living as you for a week.

Virgil:

Janus:

Virgil:

Janus: *starts crying*

Virgil: *hugs him* hey, it's okay-

Janus: *loud crying* like how do you even get up in the morning?!

Virgil: Shh, I know, I know. It's gonna be okay.

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Wow. Talk about attention to detail.

Video here: https://twitter.com/javi_draws/status/965260617790738432?s=21

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Anxceit week day 1: Self-care (Organized by @darksideweeks!)

(Here comes my headcanon that Janus takes attentive care of all the Sides because "we're all part of Thomas, and I have to take care of Thomas, yes?")

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Anxceit Week Day 1 : Self Care

This was a pretty thrown together doodle because I thought this event started tomorrow not today fjdslkfjds oops. But Janus checking to see if Virgil has been taking care of himself from my fic MoonChaser !

My intention with this is to make some more fanwork for some of my existing anxceit aus :D I hope this'll be fun!

Event run by @darksideweeks :3

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Weddings are Pageantry

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Roman and Janus, after years of building love and trust after their initial setbacks, are finally getting married. Though not everyone is convinced that they're totally necessary, it's still pretty fun.

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Warnings: None

Pairings: Roceit

Word Count: 2,906

Notes:

The final day of Roceit week! Weddings :D This was super fun and awesome to participate in, and I was happy to create some fun content for some of my other aus too <3 I'm planning on trying to do a similar thing for anxceit week (which starts Today!) so there may be a few more random fics amongst the normal Tuesday and Fridays <3 @roceitweek2025 !

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"Y'know Princey just because you and Jan are the most extra sides there are really doesn't mean we have to do this," Virgil said as he applied makeup to Roman's face, he was doing something elaborate, just as Roman had asked, in red, gold and white, just like the fancy suit he was wearing, "Like - it's not like it needs to be legal, we're figments of the imagination, and you know how Janus feels about it-"

"Virge please-" Roman said, trying not to move, "It's... it's something I want to do."

"Sorry," Virgil winced, "i know getting married means a lot to you, I'm just nervous for you and It's coming out… mean."

"And you hate weddings," Roman said, "Don't worry, that's why I didn't give you any big public responsibilities."

"Yeah- I- thanks, for that, doing your makeup is stressful enough," Virgil sighed, "I'm... yeah, it'll be good, what's Janus wearing?"

"I don't know," Roman laughed, "We kept our outfits secret."

"What if they don't match?" Virgil asked, "Close your eyes."

"We agreed we'd go with black, white and gold as a theme," Roman said as Virgil worked on his eye makeup, "So they'll match, whatever outfit Janus has chosen - we just have to hope it's actually decent, I'm pretty sure he recruited Remus for that."

"Oh dear," Virgil laughed, "What's the bet he suggested Janus show up in the nude?" 

Roman snorted, "I mean, I wouldn't mind."

"Gross!" Virgil said, smacking Roman's arm gently, "I don't wanna hear it."

"Fine fine, but he'll be beautiful I'm sure, he wouldn't settle for anything else."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Virgil nodded, "Which means I gotta make you look better."

Roman sighed wistfully, "Oh Virgil you know me so well."

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The preparations were almost done. Roman was just making finishing touches to the decorations in his palace. They'd agreed to use the throne room for the ceremony, and Roman - despite being one of the nearly-weds - couldn't trust anyone else with the decorations. 

Their wedding would take place in nearly an hour, and the best part about being a figment of the imagination was that Roman didn't have to worry about his hair, makeup and outfit being messed up as he adjusted flowers and ribbons. massive bouquets of red camellias, roses and yellow chrysanthemums were displayed on every pillar, dripping with greenery and connected with red and gold sashes of ribbon that looped around the room.

There were far more seats than there needed to be. The room would feel packed - with imaginary creations - but there were only really two rows worth of people who actually mattered. The other sides and Thomas - as well as Remy and Emile - would sit in the front two rows. Patton had insisted on walking Janus down the aisle - as the father figure of the mindscape. Patton and Remus both had speeches for the reception (though Roman was particularly terrified of what Remus' would entail), Logan would be officiating and Thomas would just be there to watch. 

Roman had planned out an entire ball and dinner for afterwards, and everyone would be dressed in their best. Roman couldn't possibly be more excited as he waited for everyone else to arrive. 

It had been years since the wedding incident. But Roman was still a little nervous about bringing Thomas to one anyway in case it brought back bad memories. That hadn't exactly been a good time in their lives. 

Still, today was supposed to be a fun occasion! Patton and Logan were wrangling Thomas, all Roman really had to do now was wait. But he couldn't help nervously checking up on the decorations to pass the time.

"Roro!" Remus yelled, bursting into the hall and making Roman yelp and turn to face him.

"Wha- what is it, Remus? Is something wrong?" Roman asked, frowning in confusion at Remus' interruption. No-one was supposed to be here until the ceremony was scheduled to start.

"Nothing's wrong," Remus said, "Janny just knew you were gonna start stressing yourself out over every little detail so he sent me to distract you."

Roman glanced at the flowers he'd adjusted for the third time despite them already being perfect and sighed softly. His husband to be knew him far too well.

"He was right, huh?" Remus laughed, crossing his arms. Roman's brother was wearing probably the most formal outfit he was capable of. He had a sleeveless blazer over a white dress shirt that had had the sleeves mercilessly removed, leaving tattered edges. The top button was undone and he was wearing a red tie, knotted but hanging loose. He was waring shorts that looked like a pair of dress pants had been cut off at the knee and a pair of sandals with white socks. Roman guessed it was about the best that Janus had been able to persuade him into, so Roman wouldn't even waste the energy bothering. 

"You look nice," Roman said, making Remus laugh.

"Seriously?" Remus asked, grabbing Roman by the arm and leading him towards the back room he should really be waiting in until everyone filed in and got seated. 

"Yes seriously, I've never seen you so formal," Roman said with a small smile, "I'm grateful you're putting in an effort for me."

"Awee RoBro you know I'd always put in an effort for you!"

"I know, but sometimes that effort is... misplaced, I like this effort," Roman said, "Your sleeves are cool."

"Fuck yeah!" Remus grinned, "I'm gonna tell Janny you said that after the ceremony - he's been trying all morning to get me to change my shirt."

"Yes, because your shirt is... well," Roman laughed, "but it's the best I'm going to get from you so I'm happy to accept it."

"Hey! You just said it was cool!"

"Cool? Yes, wedding appropriate? Not really, but I'll deal with it." Roman said with a small smile, "you should be allowed to express yourself anyway."

"Thank you! Ooh! I think Thomas and Logan are here!" Remus said, peeking at the door and giggling, "Sit down and chill, okay Roro? I'm gonna go make sure Janny isn't making a run for it."

Roman laughed, he knew his beloved wouldn't be making a run for it. Maybe if he trusted him less - if this wedding had been happening years ago - then he would worry. But Roman forced himself to sit down and do as Remus said whilst his brother bolted from the room. 

He checked his makeup and hair in the mirror - unnecessarily. Virgil had done an immaculate job as always when it came to makeup. Roman couldn't help but admire how beautiful he looked until someone new came into the room.

"Hello Roman, how are you doing?" Logan asked, after politely knocking on the doorframe to announce his presence. Roman turned and smiled. 

"Nervous," Roman laughed, "But a good nervous - excited nervous."

"Are you worried things will go wrong?" Logan asked.

"No? But also kind of yes? It's weird," Roman laughed, "I think I'm only worried because I'm waiting, I don't like waiting."

"Understandable, but I can assure you everything is going smoothly. Patton and I were able to get Thomas into the imagination, which was the biggest challenge. The hall looks wonderful - you were right to take control of the decoration, you've done splendidly." Logan said with a small smile on his face as Roman relaxed, "And I have the officiant's speech prepared and memorised, as long as you are prepared for your role, everything will go well."

"And Janus is here?" Roman asked. Logan's face softened.

"Of course he is, he's with Remus," Logan said, "And Remus wouldn't let him go anywhere if he tried, which he would not, because he loves you very much - trust me, I've been witness to the two of your extreme PDA."

Roman winced with a laugh, "Yeah I'm uh... still sorry about that."

The embarrassment that came with Logan walking in on Janus and him making out on the couch in the common room had never quite left him - and he was pretty sure Logan was rather scarred by it too.

"I'm scared of Remus' wedding speech," Roman said with a soft laugh, trying to get the levity back, Logan chuckled too.

"As are we all," Logan said, "He has promised me that he will not be making any kind of mess, however, so you can rest assured on that front."

"I think he knows I'd never forgive him if he ruined my outfit," Roman shook his head. 

"He knows," Logan agreed, glancing out of the door, "Are you ready?"

Roman took a deep breath and let it out slowly before standing and smoothing out the tails on his suit, "I'm ready, yes."

Logan gave a thumbs up out of the door, presumably communicating with Remus, and then Roman followed him out of the back room and onto the dais. 

The pair of them had done rock paper scissors (the fairest and most objective method of deciding, of course) to decide which of them would be walking down the aisle and Roman had lost to the best of three. Which meant he would get to watch his beloved walk up the aisle towards him, which, honestly, Roman wasn't particularly inclined to complain about.

The doors opened as if by magic to reveal Janus standing there. A bouquet that matched the ones on the walls clutched in his hands a floor length dress with beautiful, intricate gold details and delicate black lace decorating the entire thing. His dress had a small train and the end tapered off into ruffles where it trailed along the floor. His gloves were white with gold swirled on the back of his hands and his hair was done up with a veil that had been pinned in place with flowers to match the ones in his hands. Perched nicely on the flowers in his hair was a butterfly that Roman had at first thought was fake, but quickly realised was not when it's wings fluttered lazily. Of course Remus would add a live butterfly, but he had been true to his word and made Janus look absolutely stunning. 

With Janus' scales fully on display and subtle, natural makeup with the smallest hints of yellow done on the human side of his face, Janus looked ethereal. At first he had looked serious, sone faced almost like a god, but the moment he'd laid eyes on Roman the facade had broken and his expression had dipped into a softer smile. Janus was too dignified to hurry up the aisle to meet him, but Roman could see in Janus' eyes that he wanted to.

"Hello, my love," Roman whispered when Janus finally reached him, setting the bouquet aside to instead grasp Roman's hands as though his life depended on it.

"You look beautiful," Janus grinned, Roman couldn't help the grin splitting across his face even as Logan coughed for their attention.

"We are gathered here in the mindscape today to witness the union of two figments who are particularly dramatic enough to need a wedding to ensure that the rest of us are aware of how much they love each other," Logan said, getting a few snickers from the crowd - and Janus - with the bluntness of his tone.

"Of course," Janus said, "There was no other way."

"Although this wedding has no legal bearing, considering none of us actually exist, this is to be considered a declaration of union and love," Logan said, "it calls for trust, understanding and encouragement, but also intended to provide the love and friendship, help and comfort, which each ought to have for the other, now I have been directed to ask, does anyone have any objections to this arrangement?"

"I object!" Remus yelled from the crowd, standing up dramatically. Roman made a distressed noise, but Janus only rolled his eyes as Remus continued, "I don't actually - I just wanted to say it, keep it going!"

"Remus I'm gonna kill you after this..." Roman muttered gripping Janus' hands just slightly tighter as Logan continued. 

"Now the two of you have prepared your own vows for the ceremony, so I'll allow you to read them now," Logan said, allowing Roman to pull the paper out of his pocket. 

He had prepared a poem he'd written himself, speaking his vows in elegant words, expressing his feelings in the best way he knew how - through art. He spoke for a whole five minutes, until his hands shook and he had to blink tears out of his eyes, Janus seemed to melt just as much in the face of Roman's words and he couldn't help how much joy the sight brought him.

When Janus' turn came around. He grinned mischievously.

"Roman," Janus said, "You are the most dramatic, obnoxious, hotheaded person I've ever met. You are selfish, boisterous and loud, your dreams have always meant more to you than anything else and there is very little you are willing to sacrifice to achieve them. You can be incredibly pushy and so, so annoying, however."

After that scathing review that left the entire hall in stunned silence, Janus pulled his hands away from Roman's to tug off his gloves and throw them to Remus, before snatching up Roman's hands again when he'd tried to pull them away.

"However," He said, voice much more soft now, "I don't think it's possible for me to love you any more than I do, I would want nothing more than to listen to you talk about your passions, I want to see your spark for the rest of our lives, and I wouldn't want you to change a single thing about yourself, especially not for someone else."

"Oh," Roman whispered softly.

"You still need to get better at knowing when I'm lying, darling," Janus teased, Roman huffed.

"That was mean," Roman said, pouting at him. 

"I know it was, but I'm sure letting you marry me will make up for it."

"You asshole," Roman said, sticking his tongue out at Janus whilst Logan cleared his throat to get their attention once again. 

"Do you, Janus, take Roman to be your - well it's not lawful - imaginarily wedded husband?" Logan asked, having to adjust his glasses as he looked at the paper he had in front of him.

"I do," Janus says, interlocking his fingers with Romans.

"And do you, Roman, take Janus to be your imaginarily wedded husband?" Logan asked.

"Of course I do," Roman said happily.

"Please take your rings," Logan said, holding up the two gold bands on a small pillow. They hadn't had enough people to have a designated ring bearer, so Logan was filling in for that role as well, "And place them on your partner's finger."

Roman took the gold band inlaid with tiny carved red jasper to slip onto Janus' ring finger, and in turn Janus took the ring with the yellow diamonds and placed it onto Roman's finger in turn.

"I now pronounce you married," Logan said, stepping back, "You may kiss."

Janus tugged on Roman's hands, pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around Roman's back and pulling them chest to chest before crashing their lips together. Remus wolf whistled from the crowd as the two of them kissed in a manner far too obscene for a wedding ceremony, but like Logan had said, this was imaginary, and thus Roman thought they had the right to do whatever they wanted.

"Alright that's enough," Logan said, the barest hint of laughter evidenced in his voice, "We still need you two for the reception, so don't get too carried away."

"Yeah! Save it for tonight!" Remus yelled from the crowd. Roman went red, and covered his face as Janus gave a thumbs up.

Janus took back his bouquet and joined hands with Roman to walk out of the hall together. There would be a big party later this afternoon with a dinner and dancing and drinks, but that was for later. Now, the pair had ample time to spend with this family, getting congratulated by everyone in turn, getting a tight hug from Patton and Thomas and a shoulder pat from Virgil, who couldn't resist the temptation of an 'I told you so' about it not going wrong.

Remus was the most enthusiastic in his congratulations, picking Roman up and spinning him around before squishing the both of them into a tight hug. Thomas insisted they take photos, even if it didn't particularly matter when Roman could conjure images of the ceremony whenever they wanted them, but it seemed like Something Thomas wanted for them, so he gladly posed with his new husband.

The rest of the day passed wonderfully. Remus' speech was full of embarrassing moments and dirty jokes, calling out various instances of the couple being caught in various compromising positions throughout the years. All the stories light hearted and funny and of course mixed with a healthy dose of dark and vulgar humour. Patton's speech was much more wholesome, and Roman loved both of them equally. 

Everyone had had ample amounts of wine and fancy cocktails that night, and finally, in the early hours of the morning, they were able to settle into bed together.

"Goodnight, my beloved husband," Roman said, pressing a sweet kiss to Janus' lips.

"Goodnight, my husband," Janus said back, returning the kiss and pressing one to his forehead with a smile, "Sleep well, my love."

And Roman did.

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No, actually, i want cables and not bluetooth, i don't want touchscreens, i want buttons and knobs, i want to be able to take the battery out of my phone, i want to charge my phone and plug in head phones at the same time, i want a cd drive in my laptop and not have to buy an external drive, i want a car without a display, i want to turn on the lights with a switch not with my voice, i want to have a paper cinema ticket not a QR code, i want to listen to illegally burned music on a 00s cd player, i want to watch movies that i actually own, i want to read news once a day on paper, i want to aimlessly flick through magazines and not doomscroll on social media, i want to write emails and not talk to chatbots, i want to own stuff without hundreds of digital subscriptions, i want

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Remake of the Live action remakes polls!

How do you feel about the concept of Live action remakes of animated movies?

-> Divine form of entertainment, better than animation

-> I love it and will watch most of them

-> I like it, will watch some

-> I enjoy it, it's a nice treat

-> I am neutral about it

-> I don't really like it, but will watch some

-> I don't like it, I only watch those from franchises I love

-> I hate it, the mere fact it a trend pisses me off

-> Demonic way of disrespecting animation as a medium

-> Other/depends

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Trusty Advisor

We're getting close to the end! Second to last day of @roceitweek2025! For once, we're going the platonic route. Enjoy!

Masterpost | Roceit Week 2025 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Prince Roman is getting frustrated with his Advisor Janus. Janus thought he was doing what he was supposed to.

Content Warnings: None

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“Have the fabrics from Aurelia arrived yet?” Roman asked his aide offhandedly, his nose buried in other paperwork.

“Uh, no? We did not order them, Your Highness.”

Roman’s neck hurt with how fast he raised his head.

“What? Why?”

“Lord Janus told us you changed your mind and were going with the option of Ordell silks instead. Was that not the case?”

For a moment, Roman was silent before he waved the aide off.

“No, you’re right, it must’ve slipped my mind with how much has been going on. You may leave.”

“Very well, Your Highness.” The aide bowed and stepped out. As soon as the door closed behind them, Roman let out a loud groan and buried his face in his hands.

He hadn’t been mistaken. He knew for a fact that he chose the Aurelian fabrics and did not change his mind after. Janus must’ve gone behind his back. Again.

“Something wrong, my lord?”

Roman startled so badly, he knocked over one of the stacks of papers on his desk. Janus, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air in front of him, smirked.

“Where did you come from?!”

“The door of course. There is no other way in, now is there?”

Roman resisted the urge to wipe that self-satisfactory smile off Janus’ lips. Trying to get him to elaborate further would only lead to more frustration, so he changed topics.

“Why did you change the fabric order behind my back?”

“I would never do such a thing! How could you accuse me of such?” Janus all but yelped, pressing his right hand over his heart.

“Janus.”

“I am your advisor; I would never undermine a decision you have made! I’m hurt you would think me capable of such things!”

“Janus. Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please stop. I invited you to come with me to the Imagination so we could work together on something fun. Not so you could manipulate everyone in my castle to get what you want!”

Janus raised an eyebrow.

“Truly? You did not invite me, the known liar, to be your secretly evil advisor you can unveil as a corrupting force and then valiantly defeat as you like to do?”

Roman was speechless for a moment.

“Wha— no! I truly wanted your advice and organize this event together! Why would you think otherwise?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Playing the villain is my thing, Roman.”

“Yes, for the videos! It’s not like all of us believe you to be a force of evil!”

“You… don’t?”

“No!”

“Oh.”

“Is this why you haven’t joined us for movie nights? You thought we didn’t like you?”

“I thought Patton was trying to be kind and didn’t ask you if it was okay to invite me.”

“Janus! What the hell! We’re going back to the mindscape right now and I’m calling for a family meeting!” Roman grabbed Janus’ arm and dragged him out of the office and back towards the portal that led out of the imagination. Janus let him, too busy processing that apparently his entire world view had been wrong.

Maybe, he should join the next movie night after all.

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Roceit Week Day 6: Historical

This one isn't for one of my au's - I don't have any aus that are historically accuarate in any way, so here are the bois in a 50s diner lolll. They're just vibing, sharing a milkshake, Roman is barely avoiding getting arrested for wearing a skirt etcetc

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