Is it bad to say literally any ship with Remus or Janus in it is automatically my jam?? Like any of the sides shipped with either (or both!) of them is just *chef's kiss*.
Imma bring this up in another post probs but that it for now, later losers!
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Is it bad to say literally any ship with Remus or Janus in it is automatically my jam?? Like any of the sides shipped with either (or both!) of them is just *chef's kiss*.
Imma bring this up in another post probs but that it for now, later losers!

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Deceit Headcanon
Deceit has the squishiest and chubbiest cheeks out of all of the sides, and they ALL have squished them. Roman tried to deny it for as long as possible, but after witnessing Deceit munching on a granola bar with his cheeks stuffed like a squirrel he couldnât stop himself.Â
Deceit was blushing days after the squish incident. Â
I just really needed to write something, okay?
Constrictor
Ships: Romceit
Warnings: unsympathetic Deceit, emotional abuse, controlling relationships
A/N: Canonly, I donât think Deceit is anything like this. He may be slightly controlling in his ways, but I think his intentions are always good. In this fic Deceit is over exaggerated as being mentally abusive (for the sake of the fic)
Deceitâs snake form slowly wrapped around Romanâs arm, and made its way around his chest trapping his arms inside. Out of the light sides, Roman was the only one to know of his animal-shapeshifting abilities. Along with being able to make himself look like any side, he could turn himself into a golden snake with glowing silver eyes. He could control his size and length, and used that to his advantage as he continued to wrap himself around Romanâs stomach and slowly coming up around his neck.
Roman had learned that human Deceit and snake Deceit were two different people. Whatever snake Deceit did real Deceit wouldnât remember when we switched back and vice versa. Snake Deceit didnât have the same conscious as his human side, and just had a different way of thinking. This is just his way of saying I love you.
There was a strange comfort in snake-ceitâs⌠well, whatever he was doing. It was meant to be comforting to Roman, he was sure, but his way was painful. He wrapped himself around his body as if he was trying to protect him, but also stopped him from doing whatever he was working on and choked him in the process. He knew in the back of his mind it was wrong, but he always sat and let him do him, because he didnât want him to stop. He was a trap he didnât want to escape.
âOk Dee, thatâs enough. Iâm working.â The snake suddenly tightened, making Romanâs voice squeak with a sudden scream. He fought for a moment, trying to get him off without hurting his snake. His work was left suddenly untouched as Deceit pulled him back from it. Then all the sudden he stops, holding his breath and letting Deceit continue to squeeze and ignoring the lightheadedness taking over.
Roman stands up, making fuzzy purple dots take over his vision the notebook on his desk scribbled with brainstorming and random drawings. If he controls his breath, he wouldnât pass out as fast. By now he would have let go or at least would have stopped squeezing. Roman put all his remaining energy into getting out. It may not have been on purpose, but he was hurting him. And if he didnât do anything he would end up choked to death or in the hospital.
One of Romanâs jerks sends him off balance, and the two fall backwards on the ground, making snake Deceit loosen himself around Roman. The snake around Romanâs throat turned into a human hand, that let go of him as soon as he saw him almost passed out in his lap.
âRoman?â Ignoring him, Roman pushes himself up and stumbles back to his desk, rubbing the spot on his neck where the snake had squeezed a little to hard. âWhat happened?â
âNothing.â Guilt came to Roman after he realized how he was talking. He was frustrated, but didnât have to make it noticeable. âAre you okay?â
âIâm okay.â Deceit now stood over Romanâs desk, giving him the chance to look at the scribbles in his notebook. âI feel like I should be asking you that. Youâre really pale.â
âIâm fine. Please leave it alone.â
âWhy do you always say that?â
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Snake
(Requested by anon)
âWhat is that?!â Romanâs affronted voice broke through the calm of Deceitâs morning, that was in fact actually rather calm.
Heâd gotten himself a nice little cup of tea while he munched on some of Pattonâs raisin covered cookies that had just been made the night before, and all of them for Deceit. So he felt a little miffed when it was all ruined thanks to Romanâs loud voice, worst of all the thing that he seemed to be so rudely pointing at.
âWhat? I donât think that you meant to say, who.â Deceit tartly snipped back at Roman, watching the creative side look confused for a split second before he finally seemed to grasp just what he was saying, or at least attempting to say to Roman. âThis isnât my snake, her name isnât Clara.â He smoothly snapped back at Roman, as he curled his finger under the chin of beloved snake friend, all as her tongue lazily flicked in and out upon seeing Roman.
The python moved rather slowly, curling up Deceitâs shoulders until her head rested up on top of his messy set of colored curls to look Roman right in the eyes, while Roman took a fearful step back halfway expecting Deceitâs little pet to strike out on command. Although the only thing that seemed interested in was just flicking her tongue in and out, again and again, she did it to the point that Roman just felt confused by it.
âShe isnât old, and she can see well. She doesnât want you to pet her, Clara definitely doesnât like head scratches.â Deceit helpfully put in, before shoving another chunk of cookie in his mouth as Romanâs expression morphed once again into something along the lines of distaste towards his snake.
âAnd get my hands and nails slimy? No thank you.â Roman snipped, and he clearly expected that to be the end of it, and it was, at least until Deceit spun around in his spinning breakfast bar stool leaping up to his feet. Despite the fact that Deceit was a whole couple of inches shorter than him, Deceit had an air around him that made him seem so much more imposing than he really was, especially this early in the morning.
âSnakes!â Deceit seethed openly, as he ground his teeth trying for once to spit the truth out rather than constantly lie and lie. âSssnakess..donât..they donât sssecrete ssslime you dunce!â He practically hissed, his clenched fists shaking for a split second before he suddenly seized Romanâs hand, and before the princely side could jerk it back he let Romanâs fingers rest against his own scales.
Everything, absolutely everything seemed to come to a complete stop now, as Roman seemed to be wincing back, obviously expecting his fingers to come back coated in slime or mucus. Just or there to be...smoothness? It was almost like a silky smooth texture, no..more like the texture of a pear that had been polished to perfection. Deceit was right, snakes werenât slimy after all.
âInteresting.â Roman softly murmured, and once Deceit released Romanâs wrist allowing him to pull away, Roman kept his hand there, allowing the pad of his thumb to slowly drift over the accumulation of scales on Deceitâs face. His eyes drifted slowly over them before they locked onto Deceitâs bi-colored eyes, and there they stayed. âDo you have scales anywhere else? Or...are there other ways that youâre like a snake?â He couldnât help the tiny smirk that curled onto his lips once he said that, as Deceitâs cheeks lit to be a bright pink.
Perhaps snakes werenât so bad after all.
Well Thanks to the story iâm writing i wanted to make a better one @galaxyflieswiththestars

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