#moceit au

[nesushii]

randomly generated superpower au! introducing the serpant and…just patton :)

[tastic-in-its-finest]

What could possibly be his idea??

Big bang submission for @tss-storytime and fanart for my classy partner @lovelylogans. Her fic is brilliant beyond brilliant.

Masterpost | AO3 | Part 2

[beansforwhat]

More swap!sides moceit 💛💙

[iamwritingsanders]

Hear me out; the Sides in an Assassin!AU

Remus and Roman's father is in charge of a, fairly large, assassin group, having many killers under his employment and even having them live under the same roof. While there are other groups, they are nothing compared to what their father runs

When Remus and Roman were born, Roman got severely sick and their father worried that getting Roman involved in the family business would be too dangerous for him and had him stay at home with their mother while he raised Remus to take over the business when he's gone

Cue them many years later, their mother is retired and living in a lovely nursing home and their father has passed away due to sickness. Remus had already been running the place before his passing but is now officially in charge and on his own.

Now Roman is brought into the home of assassins since he has nowhere else to go and Remus, worried that his brother is going to end up getting killed in some way or another, puts one of his higher-ups, Virgil, in charge of training and guarding Roman

But, while all this is happening, Remus hides a secret relationship with Logan.

No one knows of the relationship except for Patton (or at least that's what Remus thinks since he's unaware of Patton discussing things with his own partner, Janus). Patton is the cook of the house, he's in charge of making the meals and keeping the kitchen organized and together for anyone to come in and get as they please.

Logan, on the other hand, is in charge of maintaining the order of paperwork, scheduling, and research. While he doesn't do it all on his own, he does a lot of it and insists on double-checking everything himself. Not that he doesn't believe the others can't do it, he just gets anxious if he's left unaware of anything.

Also, Logan's own father was part of the business as well and had died during a job and had made Remus and Roman's father promise to provide work for Logan since he feared Logan being hunted down. A fear that Remus now shares

and has good reason to

[virgil-my-emo-son]

Me when fanfiction. Forgot how much I love my siren AU lol. Remus is a siren who's not allowed to sing, and Logan is awkward when he flirts. Virgil is falling in love with a different siren he illegally broke out of a lab, who happens to have a twin brother somewhere in the city. Patton is Virgil's roommate and Janus is the head of a criminal underworld and also has a giant snake tail. They're also childhood best friends (sooooo super slow burn moceit). There's an evil government. There's roller skating!!

[art-crumbs-main]

Tried my hand at some genderbent, human AU moceit! Patton is Patricia (Patty,) and Janus is Janice. 💀

[bastard-aziraphale]

the girlies...... <3 anamoceit is really just Unironically my ot3 at this point <3 love some romantic moxiety + their QPP janus who would die for either of them at a moment’s notice <3 

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Devoted

Word count: 1851

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Moxieceit (Patton/Virgil/Janus), Moceit

Warnings: background violence and murder, religious imagery (written by a very non religious person who’s certain that there’s better words she could have been using but she doesn’t know them and trying to google them just gets her unhelpful Bible study websites), the inherent gay hornyness that comes from the religious imagery

~~~START~~~

When the invaders came, Virgil watched from the temple steps with the rest of the priestesses. The temple of Truth and Lies sat atop a hill overlooking the city and the sea beyond; they had seen the invaders’ ships even as the watchmen sent up the alarm. 

The priestesses watched, uncaring, as the city’s ships sank under the assault of the invaders’. They watched, unmoving, as the invaders reached the ports and descended upon the city. They watched, unaffected, as the city began to burn — their duties were to their Gods, not to the city from which some of them had been nursed. Even as citizens fled the city on foot, the priestesses of Truth and Lies watched steadfast from the temple steps. Some citizens begged to shelter in the temple, but only those who bore tokens of the temple’s Gods were permitted. 

Not until the Grand Temple of The Twins in the center of the city began to smoke did the priestesses stir. In the past, invaders to the city had left the temples untouched, fearing the retaliation of the Gods, but these invaders… they were barbarians. The temple would not keep the priestesses safe. 

Some of the priestess fled, forsaking their Gods and deciding their chances would be better as blasphemers out in the wilderness. The remaining priestesses, Virgil included, retreated into the temple and shut the stone doors. 

Inside the temple, patrons and priestesses alike rushed about in panic. Some tried to arm themselves with the ceremonial armament that normally hung from the wall as tributes from the city’s greatest warriors, some prayed at the feet of the two twenty-foot stone statues of the Gods for their delivery from peril, and some drank the sacrificial wine, fermented in the temple from the finest grapes grown in the valley beyond the temple for the Gods to enjoy as they may, hoping to be so senseless by the time death came for them that they would be none the wiser at the end. Virgil watched the blasphemy impassionately. 

Unlike most of his fellow priestesses, Virgil had been brought to the temple as a babe, he had been tribute to his Gods, and he was raised on nothing but Them. He did not try to arm himself, nor did he beg for his life or defile his Gods’ tribute, instead, he wandered deeper into the temple. He ignored the sounds of running feet and the fearful yelling and came to a halt only once he had reached the mosaic tile fresco of The Snake and The Frog, there he fell on his knees and prayed. The fresco was not generally considered to be a formal prayer site, but it was where Virgil had always felt closest to his Gods. 

He did not pray for his life, for his life was worth nothing if it was not spent in worship of his Gods. He did not pray for the city, for the city was worth nothing whether it was populated by his people or by the invaders’. He did not pray for his fellow priestesses, for they had already disrespected their Gods. 

No, Virgil prayed for the temple. He prayed that no invader would defile what belonged to his Gods, that the temple would stand no matter how much fire the invaders brought with them, that the temple would stand long after the invaders perished, whether by war or old age. 

And as the invaders reached the temple’s stone doors and began to beat on them, he continued to pray. He prayed that his Gods would always have tribute and that their cult would go on long after Virgil and the priestesses were cut down. 

As the stone doors gave and the screaming began, Virgil prayed that the beauty of the temple not be diminished as it was decorated with the blood of the slain. 

Screams and footsteps echoed around Virgil, but he did not move from his supplication. He was afraid of the invaders and he was afraid of dying, but more than that, he was afraid of abandoning his Gods. He remained, unmoving before the fresco, quiet prayers falling from his lips. 

“Well, well, well. What have we here?” 

Virgil could not stop his flinch of fear as a dark voice croaked with glee behind him, but he continued his prayers. 

“Beg your false gods for their mercy,” the invader laughed, seizing Virgil by the hair with one hand and bringing his knife to his throat with the other. “They cannot save you.”

Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and added one last prayer that his blood would only add to the fresco’s beauty, if his Gods allowed it to sully Their imagery at all. 

The screams in the temple behind him seemed to change pitch as he waited for his executioner to strike. But no strike came. 

The invader’s laughter was cut off with a strangled gasp as the knife fell to the ground near Virgil’s knees with a clatter. Then the hand untwisted from Virgil’s hair, and a body fell to the ground with a heavy thump!

Virgil’s eyes snapped open as a cool, gloved hand cupped his cheek. Before him, clad in black and yellow vestments, stood a man– no, not a man. A God. His God, to whom his life was but a humble tribute. 

His God — Janus, God of lies, secrets, and selfishness — stood before him in the guise of a half-man, half-snake. The human half of His face was all sharp angles and smooth skin as though cut from the same stone as His statue in the temple’s gallery, and the snake half of His face was decorated with a mosaic of yellow and green scales that put the fresco behind Him to shame. His human eye was brown as the bark of the trees in the forest, as the jasper inset in the temple walls, as the dirt from which all life grew, His snake eye was as yellow as the sun and almost seemed twice as bright. 

A smile graced His lips as He swiped His thumb gently against Virgil’s cheekbone. 

“As stunning as your blood would look decorating Our temple,” He said in a smooth voice that was almost as mesmerizing as His eyes and was sparked with humor and affection, the source of which Virgil could not fathom. “It would not be worth even half as much as it is coursing through your lovely veins.”

Virgil blinked dumbly, awed and confused by the emergence of his God. 

The God smiled a little wider and reached for Virgil’s hands, still clasped together in prayer, with His free hand. He pulled Virgil to his feet before snaking His arm around Virgil’s waist and pulling him against the God’s stone-like body, trapping his clasped hand between them. 

“Look at you, precious,” the God cooed reverently. “So devote, even when Death has you in Her grasp.”

A scream started just down the passageway before being cut off suddenly. Unable to help himself, Virgil tried to turn to look, but his God’s hand held fast upon his cheek. 

The God’s smile lost some of its humor but none of its affection. “Now, now, precious, Patton will be done soon and then you won’t need to worry any longer.”

None of this made any sense to Virgil, he was but a speck of dust to his Gods, something to be washed away when he became too much of a nuisance, not something to be held close and called precious. 

Janus continued to smile affectionately at Virgil and pet his cheek gently as the screams and cries died down until the temple finally sat silent once more but for Virgil’s quiet breathing. 

“I hope you’re not planning on keeping him all to yourself, love,” another voice, this one light and musical, broke the silence from close behind Virgil.

Janus held Virgil’s face fast, but allowed His own eyes to lift to view the newcomer with the same affection He had been sending Virgil’s way. 

“Of course not, darling,” He answered, rubbing His hand up and down Virgil’s spine possessively. “He is Ours after all.”

Another body, softer and warmer than Janus’s pressed into Virgil’s back. “Our most devoted priestess,” the voice cooed affectionately. “Safe in his salvation.”

“I-I didn’t ask for salvation,” Virgil stuttered quietly, afraid to contradict his Gods, but even more afraid to let them misunderstand his prayers. 

“Of course you did!” Patton — God of truth, morality, and selflessness — exclaimed, turning Virgil around in Janus’s grip. Janus allowed His hand to drop from Virgil’s face, but His other hand stayed firm around his waist, resting on Virgil’s stomach as Virgil faced His Husband. “You asked that no invader defile what was Ours.”

Patton had chosen to dress Himself in full human form and blue vestments, though His height might be pushing what man could reach on their own. He chose softer lines and a fuller form than His Husband had; His eyes sparkled blue as the ocean as it melts into sky, and were twice as deep as either. His gaze, trained firmly on Virgil despite the fact that at his back was His Husband, was full of a naked affection that made Virgil’s knees weak — not that it mattered, the way Janus held him firmly. 

“You are Ours, aren’t you?” The God asked, though He clearly already knew the answer. 

“Yes,” Virgil answered. Though the appearance of his Gods confused him, of this he was certain: he was Theirs, however They wanted him. 

Patton smiled and cupped Virgil’s face in both of His large, soft hands. “Then as long as Our cult goes on, no harm shall befall you, and as long as you are Ours, Our cult shall go on.”

“I am always Yours,” Virgil swore. “My life will always be spent in devotion to Your divinity.”

Patton’s smile grew wider, and he leaned down to kiss Virgil on the forehead. 

“Our divinity now, precious,” Janus corrected him gently, though Virgil did not understand what difference there was. 

“Our divinity,” Patton agreed, leaning over Virgil to kiss His Husband. “Yours, Mine, and Our most devoted priestess’s.”

Then He leaned down once more, but instead of kissing Virgil on the forehead, He claimed his lips instead. For just the briefest moment, Virgil worried about what His Husband would do, but Janus gently thumbed at Virgil’s stomach and rested His free hand on Patton’s hip, pulling His Husband even closer, and pressing Virgil more firmly between Them. 

Only when Patton slipped one hand from Virgil’s face and used it to hold to His Husband did Virgil allow himself to sink into the kiss, to allow himself to become lost in this new form of prayer to his Gods. 

And when Janus grew impatient and turned him to face Him once more, Virgil prayed to Him as well. 

In the temple of Truth and Lies, which no power could reduce to rubble be it man or beast or time, lived a priestess who prayed to his Gods with his every breath in every way he knew how. 

~~~END~~~

It took me a real long time to find the word “vestments” cuz I wanted the word “vestiges” which is not the same, though you can have vestiges of vestments

I’ve been meaning to write this fic for a while and last night I just went feral and didn’t sleep

General taglist

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[ijustwannadraw0716]

Moceit: Oh to simply...be.

The soft whistle of the wind washed against his skin, sweeping at the hair on his arms. The wind swarmed and engulfed him in a soft circle of cool air that forced a shudder down his spine. He leaned against the window sill, his hands curling into fists as the silk gloves creased at his tight movement. His eyes slipped shut, leaning further against the sill, a low sigh leaving his lips as he took in the cast of the far woods. He watched as leaves shifted, a small fleat of birds scurried from the branches and basked in the night sky, soaring through the breeze and angling towards the southard kingdom. He watched as the bird disappeared into a sea of grey clouds swarming the tips of the woods. A rumble ran through the earth, shaking the very core of his castle, and he melted into the noise, his head dazing in comfort as lightning flashed, cutting through the clouds.

"What I wound't give," He mumbles, leaning further out of the window, stretching an arm towards the angered clouds, the rumbling only growing. He caught a glance of a small dot escaping past the grey clouds, and his body went slack, hopelessness sinking down in his chest and tingling at the veins that pulsed violently underneath his gloves. Clenching at the windowsill, he slowly drew himself back in.

"Wouldn't give...what?"

Janus turns, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. His gloved hands rose towards his head, slipping off his jewled crown and holding it in his hands. Patton frowned, the gesture forced his hand, moving in to lightly reach for the shimmering piece of entitlement, but hesitated as Janus moved out of reach, turning to face they dark sky, just in time for another crack of lightning. He takes a deep breath in and then exhales slowly.

"What I wouldn't give to simply...be, I suppose."

Patton conks his head to the side. "Be...?"

"Yes, I want to be. I want to be the clouds in which swarm a forest, I want to be the lightning that strikes before a storm can burst. I want to be the bird that can soar past it all, wings agust with nothing but Air." He set the crown aside and shut the window. "Wouldn't you?"

Patton slowly reached a hand out, taking his sleeve in between his fingers. Janus' eyes met his.

"I want to be the sun," He blurts, earning a slow blink. "It...shines. It casts over millions and provides comfort to all types of animals and crops. I want to be the sun."

Janus stares at the other and brings a hand up to cup his freckled cheek. "Oh fawn," He murmurs, leaning in. "You already are."

[fedoraphe]

☆ Day 3 of @moceit-appreciation-week; Game Night/Conflict ☆

Mission A. Converting Your Husband To Gaming: Operation Succes!

[bitterpoison]

This is for you Moceit nation!!!

[beansforwhat]

WELP

The voices won today boys

The laptop stickers are based on real stickers I have

[goodieghosty]

Please have this no context sketch dump, thank you

[iamwritingsanders]

Inherited Mess Pt. 1

I finally decided to write that Assassin!AU!

Summary: Remus and Roman are the twin sons of the all-to-famous Prince Assassin family. The main difference between the two, aside from looks, is that Remus was trained and raised to take over while Roman remained at home. After their father passes away, Remus is in full control and brings Roman into the house so he can keep an eye on the pampered Prince. Remus is now juggling handling the business, hiding a relationship, and ensuring the safety of his brother, unaware of the chaos that is soon to follow this decision.

Welcome Home

Remus hated this gross, anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach, leg shaking, and foot tapping against the hardwood floor. He was loud, confident, a little crude at times, and unafraid to do whatever he pleased, and yet the idea of his brother being late to the house had the skin around his thumbnail feeling raw from him chewing on it. His other hand held the back of a chair beside him where one of his right-hand men sat.

“You’re going to break the chair at this rate,” Virgil commented when he could hear the wood creaking under Remus’ grip. “I thought I was supposed to be the anxious one.” 

“He’s late,” Remus said. 

“It’s only-” Virgil looked at his watch. “-five minutes passed when he was due.” 

“Janus went to get him. Janus is never late.” Remus hissed in pain when he tried to chew on his thumb again, and it felt like a sharp pinch. He saw how red his thumb was and softly groaned to himself, knowing he would get scolded by a certain someone later for that. 

“From what I’ve heard about this brother of yours, he sounds like an overly spoiled prince who is probably used to having people wait on him hand and foot.” Virgil rolled his eyes as he spoke. “Janus can be stubborn, but he’s not going to risk accidentally hurting your brother by pushing him.” His face then turned to one with an almost evil smile. “That’s going to be my job.” 

“Yes, yes, it is.” Remus softly chuckled. “But you’re not allowed to permanently damage, kill or fuck my brother without getting him dinner first.” He listed off with his fingers. 

“Why would I want to fuck your brother? He’s probably an obnoxious brat.” Virgil crossed his arms. 

“Trust me, I know.” Remus hummed with a wink. Before Virgil could ask what he meant, Roman entered the house with Janus behind him. “Would it have killed you to be on time for once?” Remus scoffed as he went over to his brother. 

“I am on time.” Roman scoffed back. 

“Five minutes late is not on time.”

“It is when you’re usually fashionably late.” 

“Holy shit,” Virgil said as the two continued to bicker. 

Remus and Roman did look like brothers. There was no denying that. They had similar jawlines and noses, and their hair was identical except for their styling since Remus had a tuff of white on the front. Other than that, there were plenty of differences. Remus had a good few inches on Roman in height and width. A life of training to be a killer would make you a bit broader. Remus had bulkier muscles than Roman in general. Roman had a fit, lean look to him.

Virgil had to admit to himself that Remus might have had a point. 

“He was still packing when I arrived,” Janus stated, clicking his tongue. “I’m going to let Patton know I’ve returned and then gather some others to help me get his items into his room.” 

“Sounds good.” Remus gave a quick nod of his head before turning back to Roman. “I’m getting you a watch.” 

“I don’t need a watch. I have a phone.” Roman took out said phone and held it up. 

“Then use the clock on it and not make me think you’re going to get your ass killed.” Remus snatched said phone and unlocked it. 

“How did you know my pass-”

“Don’t be shocked. I’ve known everyone’s passwords forever. Do you really think I don’t pay attention? Not with my line of work.” Remus typed away as he spoke. 

“Whatever.” Roman huffed and finally noticed they weren’t the only ones in the room after Janus had left. “Who’s doom and gloom over there?” He pointed at Virgil, who raised a brow at hearing himself referred to as that. 

“That is Virgil. He is going to be your trainer and bodyguard.” Remus stated, not looking up from the screen. 

“Trainer and bodyguard?” Roman watched as Virgil stood up and walked over to them. “Why do I need either of those?” 

“You do know what we do, right?” Virgil asked. 

“Specifics? No. I know my father was a powerful man. But I don’t know for what.” Roman answered. 

“You didn’t tell him?” Virgil placed his hand on the phone to get Remus to look at him.

“I was going to tell him after he got settled.” Remus took a step aside to get back to working on the phone.  

“Sure.” Virgil sighed. “So, you only know your dad had a lot under him?” 

“Yeah.” Roman started tapping his foot. 

“Guess we’ll save details until the boss here decides to spill.” Virgil shook his head a little. “But, I’m here to keep an eye on you so if the wrong person finds out who you are, you don’t get killed, and you’re going to get trained as well because everyone under this roof does. If you get caught alone, you, again, won’t die.”

“Why couldn’t I have just stayed at the house?” Roman groaned. 

“Because you don’t know how to take care of yourself, and if I’m paying for a babysitter, it’s going to be someone I trust to teach you how to fight,” Remus stated, finished with everything he needed to do on the phone. 

“I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Ms. Heather just helps care for the house since there’s a lot for one person to do alone.” Roman huffed.

“She wasn’t just a maid. She was armed and in charge of watching you after Mom passed since me and Dad were here more often than not. She’s moving in as well and returning to her prior position.”

“Wait…Susan had a gun?”

“Susan had two guns, a knife, and brass knuckles.”

“That explains so much.” 

“Welcome to the world you’ve been hidden from.” Remus clicked his tongue and handed Roman his phone. “I have named alarms set for you, and I have the numbers of the important people you might need to contact. I’ll give you a mini tour, and you can meet most of who I put in there.” He didn’t give Roman time to say anything else before turning and walking off. 

“Let’s go, princey.” Virgil gestured with his head and followed Remus. 

“Don’t call me that.” Roman crossed his arms, going with his brother and the man. 

“Whatever you say, princey.” Virgil grinned as Roman glared at him. 

“Good afternoon, Patton.” Remus greeted as he entered the kitchen.

“Good afternoon!” Patton greeted back with a bright, cheery smile. He was cleaning off a spot on the counter, Janus sitting on the other side and biting into a cookie. “I just finished a batch of cranberry walnut cookies. You have to try them.” Patton picked up a colorful plate of cookies and held it toward Remus. 

“Thank you.” Remus took one of the cookies, and Virgil helped himself to one, too.

“You too.” Patton giggled, gesturing the plate closer to Roman. 

“Oh, thanks.” Roman smiled and took one of the cookies, biting into it and perking up. “That’s really good.” 

“Of course they are. Patton made them,” Janus stated, finishing up his cookie and happily taking another when Patton sat the plate back down beside him. 

“I was going to put white chocolate in them, but I was worried that would make them too sweet.” Patton mused a little.

“What? The Patton Gold making something too sweet? Never.” Janus exaggerated his tone and chuckled when Patton playfully pushed his leg.

“Don’t be mean.” Patton scrunched his nose toward Janus. 

“Patton’s in charge of the food. He helps make sure that everyone eats, and there’s always sweet treats.” Virgil explained. 

“Never know when you need a blood sugar kick.” Patton gestured to a patch on his arm with another giggle. Roman made a soft oh, and Remus chuckled. 

“He’ll help cook and make meals and can teach you some basics since he won’t always be able to cook for you,” Remus said and grabbed another cookie. “We’ll see you at dinner, Pat. Gonna make sure this one has an idea of the place first.” 

“Does chicken alfredo sound good for dinner?” Patton asked. 

“It sounds perfect.” Remus shot a finger gun at Patton as he walked past. 

“Be sure to let me know of any food preferences whenever you get a chance,” Patton said to Roman. 

“No problem.” Roman flashed a smile as he walked with Virgil behind Remus. He watched over his shoulder as Janus whispered something into Patton’s ear, and Patton giggled and nodded in agreement with whatever was told to him.

“You have Virgil, Patton, and Janus in your phone. You also have our resident bookkeeper in there as well. Mr. Logan Berry.” Remus opened the door to an office and strolled in as he spoke. 

“I am much more than a bookkeeper, Remus.” Logan rolled his eyes, standing up from behind his desk and walking around it, going to Roman and holding out a hand, using his other to adjust his glasses. “You must be Roman Prince. I’ve heard lots about you.” 

“And I haven’t heard a thing about you.” Roman awkwardly shook the hand and looked at Remus. “You just have a nerd locked away in here as well?” 

“I assure you, alongside not just being a bookkeeper, I am also far beyond just a nerd,” Logan stated with a hint of annoyance. 

“You always made what you and Dad do sound scary and dangerous, but you have a golden retriever chef and a scrawny nerd. Why are you so-” Roman stopped his spiel when Logan suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed the barrel to the center of his chest. 

“Call me a nerd one more time, and I’ll be the one to prove how dangerous our business is.” Logan’s voice dropped into a low, threatening tone. The previous calm in his eyes hardened with anger. 

“Remus.” Roman held his hands in the air and looked at his brother. 

“Virgil, can you show Roman where his bedroom is?” Remus said.

“Sure. Come on, princey.” Virgil grabbed Roman’s arm and walked him out of the room. 

“Oh! So I call someone a nerd and get a gun pulled on me, but you can continue to call me-” Roman’s complaint was cut off by Remus closing the door. 

“I know I shouldn’t have threatened him, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t listen unless I proved a point,” Logan stated, tucking his gun back into the holster on his hip. “I can apologize-” Remus was cutting someone off again, but this time, it was by taking hold of Logan’s face and kissing him. 

“You are so hot when you’re angry.” Remus chuckled, guiding Logan to step back and lean against the desk. 

“I wasn’t angry, I was annoyed.” 

“Still hot.”

“It is not-” Logan paused when he moved Remus’ hand and saw the state of his thumb. “-have you been chewing your fingers again?”

“Here we go.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you about the germs on your hands? You’re going to get sick, and you become the biggest baby when you’re not feeling well. The last thing we need is-” Logan’s rant was stopped by another kiss. 

“Scold me later. I still have you being hot in my head.” Remus took his hands away and moved them down to Logan’s thighs. 

“I’m going…to scold you…so much…” Logan struggled to get his sentence out since Remus continued to kiss him throughout it. 

“I look forward to it.” Remus grinned before gripping Logan’s thighs and lifting him onto the desk. Logan just rolled his eyes with a smile and chuckled into the next kiss. 

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[virgil-my-emo-son]

SIREN AU DESIGNS

I have been posting far too much about this au not to show you guys The Boys.

Really pushing my blond/curly haired sides agenda with these designs LMAO

But yeah these are their siren AU forms :D I'll hopefully be posting the fic soon, when finals are over and I have even the tiniest bit of time to write 😭

[yourmypenguin]

Hey what would an interaction between reverse Patton and reverse Janus look like ? What do they think about each other ? Hope you have a love day or night.

they haven't had a nice talk since 2019, but Logan has some suspicion we think!

i didn't have much ideas for dialogues but in the events of Mociet appreciation week Day 3: AU/Conflict i go for both