#kid!janus

[logan-the-artist]

i got bored during a test, so i doodled kid janus

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[jungle321jungle]

Something Worth Stealing: Five

“What do you think?”

Truthfully Virgil was terrified at the very prospect. There was a reason each nanny didn’t last long, and Virgil had heard enough horror stories about the Ackroyd boys to avoid them at all costs when he had worked in the past. Hell the only reason he still got some to come in now and then was because the job was so high paying. Mr. Ackroyd knew exactly what he was doing advertising with all those zeroes, he was reeling in any nanny who would skip talking to peers at the sight. And now by some twist of fate that very bait was dangling above Virgil, and even worse there wasn’t anyway he could feasibly afford to ignore it. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked the man in the eye, “I think it is more than a generous offer that I would be happy to accept.”

(Virgil becomes the newest nanny for his very attracti- for Logan.)

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Five

Virgil was burning up. He wasn’t sick or anything, but the nerves surrounding this date had every nerve on fire to the point he was surprised he hadn’t melted into a puddle. Was it possible to get heat stroke while blasting AC in a car? If not, he’d likely be the first victim of such insanity. There was just too much riding on tonight. Sure, romance was on the line- but more than that, his job was on the line, and so were his relationships with Logan’s sons. 

Because what if he did something so horribly stupid tonight that left Logan’s fancy suit covered in fancy dinner? Surely, he’d be fired on the spot. And just like that, no job. No money. He wouldn’t see the twins or Patton. Janus would lose some friends. Janus would never get his own room. He’d-

“Are you okay?”

The deafening silence that was swirling around Virgil began to splinter at the sound of his nephew’s voice. Glancing in the rearview, he could see that Janus had looked up from the book he had been reading- was it too dark to be reading that now? The sun was beginning to set, so he shouldn't be straining his eyes. Virgil opened his mouth to tell his nephew so when he saw Janus frown, “So you’re not okay.”

“No-no! I’m fine. I’m fine! I was just going to say you should stop reading for now. But I’m fine!”

“You said that three times.”

“Because it’s three times the truth.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“Well, yes, um… it doesn’t matter. I'm fine, Janus.”

“No, you’re not. Are you worried about your date?”

“A- a little- just the tiniest bit. It’s been a while since I was even on a date.”

“Was that with the guy who cheated on you?”

“W-what? What?” Virgil sputtered. 

“When I talked to Mom this morning, I told her you were going on a date. And then she said that the last guy was really mean, and he cheated on you, and he made you cry. So she said it’s now my job to watch out for you ‘cause sometimes you have bad taste like she does. But Mr. Logan is nice, so I don’t think you need to be nervous.”

Virgil gave a long and heavy sigh before he couldn’t help but smile, “Well, I’m always grateful to have you on my side, Jan… But what else did your mom say about me? Or my past boyfriends?”

“Nothing really,” Janus shrugged (to Virgil’s relief). “Just that you should take her advice more.”

Virgil gave a frown and mumbled to himself, “Did she tell you she’s a hypocrite too?” 

“What’s that mean?” 

Apparently, Janus had good hearing. Good to know. “I’ll tell you later,” Virgil said, pulling into Logan’s driveway. “For now, let’s head inside.”

Inside the home, Virgil found Logan in the family room talking with three other staff members, likely talking about watching the children for the evening… Virgil wished them luck. Upon realizing their arrival, Logan turned to grave Virgil with a small, slight, barely there smile, which somehow made Virgil’s knees feel like goo. He was dressed nicely (as always)- Logan’s attention snapped back to the few he was speaking to, and hushed voices were heard as they crowded Logan before they abruptly shoved Logan in Virgil’s direction. 

Virgil was about to comment on it, when he noticed that in the second he had turned around Logan’s perfect hairstyle had been messed up the tiniest amount in what was clearly an intentional way. Perhaps those three weren’t discussing babysitting at all, had he asked them for advice? The mental image was one Virgil couldn’t help but smile at. 

“You look nice,” Logan said with a nod. 

“You as well, I-”

“Mr. Logan?” Janus interrupted. 

“What can I do for you, Janus?” Logan asked, redirecting his attention. “If you’re looking for my boys, they’re in Roman’s room.”

“Okay! But first, what’s ‘hypocrite’ mean?”

Virgil gave a heavy sigh as Logan answered the question. “A person who says one thing then does another. Like if I told you to eat your vegetables but I never do. Does that make sense?”

Janus pondered for a moment or two before he nodded and turned to Virgil, “Then my mom’s one for not listening to you but wanting you to listen to her?”

“…She listens sometimes.”

“No, she doesn’t. I’m gonna go upstairs to play. Have fun!”

When his nephew disappeared, Logan let out a slight chuckle, “It sounds like you two are having quite… intellectual conversations.”

Virgil’s huff in reply only made Logan’s smile widen, so he turned away. “Let’s not miss our reservation.”

Dinner did not go as planned. 

Despite arriving at their reservation early- their table had apparently been given away which led to waiting. And upon finally being seated their waiter took the drink and appetizer orders and then promptly ignored their existence. The drinks had eventually found a way to them, but as time passed Virgil had the sneaking feeling that the appetizers would never come. This was only proven correct as the waiter vanished from the floor entirely, and according to the whispers of employees in the dining room- he had left the building entirely. Virgil couldn’t help but want to be a tad nosier, but he caught Logan’s amused gaze. 

“Any more info?” 

Virgil shook his head as he sipped at his near-empty water, “Nothing I can hear from here. But sorry, I forgot what I was saying.”

“I don’t recall myself,” Logan admitted. “I was staring at the couple behind you who received their meal. We have been here far longer than they have.”

“Does the food look good, at least?”

“As hungry as I am, everything does. I neglected to eat lunch today.”

“What? Why?”

“I was distracted by the boys and pulled in different directions. I had to make some calls, and then I had a meeting over Zoom. Ultimately, I didn’t even realize I had missed a meal until I began to get ready. So I simply ate an apple to tide myself over until dinner.”

“That’s not like you at all.”

“I agree. But I digress; how was your day off with Janus?”

“Good, good. I had told him to pick what we would do today, so we ended up at one of those pottery places where kids can paint the pieces. He was very meticulous over a few pieces of dish ware. He wanted a perfect matching set.”

“That’s adorable,” Logan smiled. “I’ve wanted to take my boys to do that, but I have a feeling that Remus would break far more than he’d paint. But he also wouldn’t take kindly to me just taking Roman even if I took him elsewhere.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“What did you paint?”

“I chose a shark piggy bank because… because it was there? Anyway, I made it purple with different colored polka dots because it annoyed Janus.”

“Brilliant reasoning.”

“I think so.”

“You-”

Logan’s words and Virgil’s train of thought flew off the tracks at that moment as a server walked by, holding a tray of dishes that looked beautiful but also smelled divine. 

“As good as that looks, I regret not choosing a place I am familiar with,” Logan frowned. Apologies.”

“Don’t apologize; you had heard good things about it. It seems like this is an off day. And I appreciate the thought process that we could try something new together.”

“Why do I sense a but coming?”

“However,” Virgil started because it was a different word than ‘but.’ “It is clear we are both starving, and it’s also clear that our food will never get here considering we still have menus. So, would it be such a bad idea to go elsewhere? I know a hole-in-the-wall a few blocks away with the best tacos I’ve ever had.”

Logan didn’t speak for the longest moment. Rather, his piercing eyes stared into Virgil’s as he folded his hands and sat up straighter in his seat. And in that moment Virgil couldn’t stop the strike of fear that shot through him as he wondered if he had accidentally insulted his date- if he had offended his boss. Logan had put in all this effort for tonight and yet, Virgil just wanted to throw it away. He opened his mouth to quickly amend his statement, but Logan spoke first. 

“Couldn't you have said that ages ago? Do they have quesadillas?”

Virgil gave a slight sigh of relief, “Real good ones.”

“No point in bothering for the check, it’ll take forever. I’ll leave more than enough cash for the drinks. Lead the way.”

The food was wonderful, and with it in their stomachs, conversation flowed easily. It was almost scary how easily Virgil forgot he worked for Logan. Right now, they weren’t boss and employee; they were just two (severely overdressed) guys on a date, and that was perfect. There was something alluring about just watching Logan be Logan. Just in the way he spoke and expressed himself as if trying to remain reserved but in the same way allowing Virgil to see his true expressions underneath. Virgil had always known how nice it was to listen to Logan speak of his children, but it was just as nice to hear him speak about his life and dreams. And even nicer was how smoothly he came up with ideas on how to integrate Virgil into them. It was a first date unlike any Virgil had been on, and as Logan took his hand as they walked back to the car- Virgil couldn’t have been more thrilled with that fact.

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[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Virgil is a space ecologist who finds an abandoned egg on a planet ravaged by over-mining. The egg is of a snake-like species that can incorporate the DNA of other organisms into their own genome.

The egg hatches, the baby snake-alien bites Virgil and suddenly Virgil has a half-human half-snake-alien son (Janus, obvi)

(The snake-alien species isn’t really sentient by themselves, but it’s not uncommon for them to become sentient by incorporating the DNA of a sentient species. They can only make major changes like that in their fledgling stage, but later in his life Janus could make smaller changes like developing venom, or bioluminescence)

Logan is a small helper-robot (I’m thinking that little Brainiac from Superman’s fantasy in JLU). Patton is a puffball-puppy-alien that Virgil keeps as a pet. Roman and Remus are small dragon-rat-aliens that are technically pests that are infesting his ship, but since they don’t actually mess with the systems or anything, Virgil likes keeping them around.

Edit: the fic

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[two-am-outlines-only]

Dee Little Snake

Summary:  Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter Warnings: Mild angst

Ships: none

Word Count: 1295

AO3 Link

Chapter 6 - A Storm of Purple and Blue

Dee snapped up as his room was illuminated with a bright flash followed just seconds later by a band so loud and close it seemed to shake the walls and rattle his small frame. Rain pelted heavy and hard against the windows and the wind whistled straight through the walls making him whimper and pull the blankets up over his head. He hated waking up little and doing so during a thunderstorm seemed cruel. Or was he little because of the storm? 

Another loud crack of thunder scattered what little bit of coherent thoughts he could force himself to string together. He curled up as tight as he could and grabbed his nearest stuffed an animal, a rather ratty purple bear Virgil had let him have when they were actually children, squeezing it as hard as he could and willing every scrap of comfort he could get from the action to soothe him enough that he could try to sleep through the storm. He saw the bright flash of light even with his eyes closed tight and cover over his head and he tensed, bracing himself for another roar of thunder.

And roar it did, like a thousand lions staking their territory from across the plains or a great dragon sounding a battle cry over a castle full of knights. It lingered this time as well, seeming to echo around and around in his skull. His eardrums throbbed with the noise and he tried in vain to keep tears from falling as the sound finally faded only after an eternity had passed, leaving him shaking as if he was buried in snow rather than overheating under a thick duvet. Making up his mind he waited for the next flash of light, holding Vee as tightly as he could in preparation for the next roll of thunder. Pressing his lips together he fought hard to stay calm as the walls shook once again with the force of the noise, though thankfully it seemed to take a little longer for it to start. He remembered Virgil saying that that meant it was moving further away.

It didn’t matter now as he took a breath and threw the covers off quickly, almost slipping as his feet fought to find purchase on the floor in his hurried state. Managing to catch himself in time he made a beeline for the door, throwing it open and sprinting out as the hallway was illuminated by another flash of lightning. He fell against the wall and pressed himself as close to it as he could while curled around his bear as thunder roared once again, somehow louder in the hallway than it had been in his room and making the soles of his feet vibrate with its intensity. He cried out before slapping a hand to his mouth and snapping his head up in fear as something touched his shoulder, thankfully greeted by Logan with his glasses askew and rumpled pajamas hanging off of him. Dee didn’t even bother thinking before throwing himself at the other, clutching to his pants legs in fear and burying his face against his knee. He was embraced somewhat awkwardly from the angle but it still helped him relax someone, shaking abating only a little as another strong roll of thunder sounded through the hall.

“Dee. Can you hear me?” The soft question cut through his fear and he nodded. “Would you like me to pick you up or would you simply like your hand held? I’m asking because I think our best course of action would be to go to the kitchen and turn the lights on...and maybe since it’s a special case...make hot cocoa as a treat to help us feel better.”

At the mention of cocoa, Dee’s mood instantly improved, stepping back hesitantly while still clutching his bear to his chest. Logan waited patiently as the other weighed his options carefully; Dee didn’t want to bother Logan but cocoa definitely sounded better than trying to find somewhere to hide where he couldn’t hear the storm anymore. Holding out his hand he looked up at Logan with hope shining in his eyes. “Cocoa please?”

“An excellent choice.” Logan carefully took his hand and pulled him close as they made their way quietly down the hall, though they were both surprised no one else was awake because of the storm. Logan paused as Dee hesitated in front of Virgil’s room, wanting to wake him but feeling slightly selfish for it since Logan was already with him. Logan thankfully seemed to read his mind and gave his hand a squeeze, prompting the small side to look back up at him.

“He might be awake- he doesn’t do well in storms if memory serves. You can knock if you want to see if he’d like to join us.”

Nodding, Dee reached forward with the bear and knocked gently, rapping just a little more firmly with the last two so he had a chance of actually being heard. The door opened almost immediately to reveal Virgil wrapped up in his hoodie with noise canceling headphones around his neck and eye shadow a deeper black than usual, bringing even the deepest shadows of his room to shame as they writhed behind him. He seemed surprised to see Logan but recovered quickly enough, smiling tightly as he shut the door behind him and reached forward to ruffle Dee’s hair a bit. Opening his mouth to speak he seemed to think better of it and waved instead, not trusting his voice to be normal with the heightened anxiety.

“Logan’s makin’ cocoa!” Bouncing on his toes a bit he looked up at Virgil and held out his hand, keeping his last three fingers wrapped firmly around his bear's paw while he waited expectantly. Taking the hint Virgil clasped his warm hand around Dee’s cooler one and they resumed their walk down the hall. Virgil exchanged a look with Logan that Dee didn’t catch but he was suddenly lifted a bit into the air before being set down gently on the steps, giggling as he was lifted again and again, kicking his feet up and swinging a bit every time time they went down. Storm all but forgotten they lifted him one more time, settling him into Virgil’s arms as Logan went to get out the mugs and cocoa. Still giggling while hugging his bear he leaned back against Virgil and felt the other lay his cheek on top of his head, slightly distorted humming making the silence cozy while Logan turned on the stove to heat the milk.

It was comforting and warm and Dee barely registered that the storm had passed until Logan mentioned it offhandedly, placing three mugs down on the table. Dee watched as Logan paused for a second looking at them, a small small wrinkling his eyes as he looked away to wash the pan. Only after being set down in front of his mug while Virgil sat beside him did he realize why.

“You’re purple.” Virgil started a bit as tiny hands reached forward to pat his cheeks, bear forgotten in light of the new purple he was currently admiring. Squinting his eyes in confusion before realization dawned on his face Virgil smiled openly, tapping on the back of Dee’s hand in a random rhythm as he continued to pat his cheeks. Logan ruffled both of their heads walking past, getting a huff from Virgil and a giggle from Dee as they all settled in front of their drinks and basked in the newfound calm after the storm. They’d all most likely regret saying up this late in the morning, but for now happy content radiated from all of them in the quiet peace of the mindscape.

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[naminethewriter]

And I’ll Strike ‘Cause I’m a Monster

Day 3 and this time the two are kids with superpowers. Hope you enjoy 💛💚

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Masterpost | Dukeceit Week 2022 Masterpost

Summary:  Janus' scales were a sign of his powers but they cause him to get bullied constantly. Some older kids are beating him up when finally someone stands up for him.

Janus hadn’t asked to be born with scales on his face. It was a sign that he had powers, which is said to be a gift but in actuality it caused him nothing but pain. He didn’t mind his powers, even if he couldn’t control them yet, he was only eight after all, but he didn’t understand why they had to come with the scales. They didn’t serve a purpose other than announcing to everyone that he was different and being different was not something you want to be.

 He'd been bullied his entire school life so far. The other kids say he’s scary, that he’ll curse them if they look into his eyes or that he is an omen for bad luck. He didn’t have friends, the few kids that were willing to speak to him were pressured into stopping lest they’d be bullied as well.

 Janus had learned to live with it, he could ignore their words most of the time and his mother always reassured him that he was a good kid and that one day he would do great things with his powers and then all the others would love to be his friends. But one day wasn’t now, so Janus waited alone until then.

 No, the words weren’t the problem. The fights on the other hand were.

None of his powers were helpful in fights. He could tell when they were lying, he could attempt to shapeshift but he wasn’t good enough to make himself stronger that way, he could grow more arms to protect himself with but most of the time that just made them hit him more.

 It was all he could do though, so he made himself as small as possible, one pair of arms shielding his head, the other pulling his legs tight against his belly. They kicked him in the back and he whimpered. He could only pray that they’d get bored soon and leave.

 “Hey! Leave him alone!” a voice suddenly called from nearby. Someone came to his rescue? No, that couldn’t be, they probably hadn’t seen him clearly and as soon as they did they would join in or leave.

 “Piss off, squib!” the leader of his attackers called, a boy around thirteen years old, much bigger than Janus. His friends stopped hitting him for the moment but he didn’t dare move.

 “You piss off! I won’t let you hurt him more!”

 “And what will you do to stop us, huh? One little squib against all of us. We’ll take you apart along with him!”

 “You can try but I’ll wipe the floor with you!”

 “Cocky little shit!”

 The guys walked away from him and Janus waited with bated breath for the sounds of the other kid getting punched but instead there was a weird slurping sound and the older kids screamed.

 “What the fuck?!”

 “He’s also one! A monster!”

 “Doesn’t matter, he’s still a squib, just kick ‘im!”

 Janus risked lowering his arms just enough to get a glimpse of the scene in front of him. The other kid was surrounded by the bullies but he was grinning at them with confidence. Above his shoulders was something that wriggled and Janus guessed that’s what made the guys call him a monster.

 A monster, just like him.

 The attackers moved to strike him, the wriggling things did the same and Janus couldn’t look, so he shut his eyes tight and covered his ears as best as he could. He could still hear the yelling and something hitting something else but he couldn’t distinguish who did what.

 He stayed still and waited, and after a few minutes he could feel many feet hitting the pavement, moving away from him. He slowly uncovered his ears and opened his eyes.

 “You’ll pay for this, you monster!”

 “You better run! And don’t bother him again, you fucks!”

 The bullies were leaving and the other kid yelled after them, flipping them the bird. Janus couldn’t believe his eyes. The boy couldn’t be much older than him, the guys must’ve been bigger than him and there’d been at least five of them. How had he managed to fight them off?

 “Bunch of assholes,” the kid said when the bullies weren’t in sight anymore and then he turned to Janus. “You okay?” Only then could Janus see that his nose was bleeding and his cheek was swelling.

 “Me?! What about you?!”

 “Huh? I’m fine.”

 “You’re bleeding!”

 “Am I?” He touched his nose and looked at the blood staining his fingers. “I guess I am.”

 “’I guess’? Doesn’t that hurt?”

 “Not really. I’ve had worse.” Janus stared at him in disbelief. “What about you? Can you get up?”

 Right, he was still sitting on the floor. Carefully, he moved his legs to see if they were hurt but they only stung a bit so he tried to stand. He was almost back on his feet as he stumbled forward, only to be caught by one of those wriggly things.

 “Careful! Can you stand or do I need to help you?”

 Janus shook himself out of the shock and straightened, pushing the thing away. It was slimy. He grimaced.

 “Ew.” The other kid started giggling.

 “I guess you’re fine then.” He held out a hand. “My name’s Remus, I’m an octopus.”

 Janus blinked at him. “An octopus?”

 “Yeah! See my arms?” He moved one of the wriggly things in between them. “I’ve got four of them and I can turn my human arms and feet into them too! And if I try really hard, I can shift the rest of my body into an octopus, too, but I’m not good at that yet.” He grinned. “What’s your name?”

 “Janus.”

 “It’s nice to meet you, Janny! Especially since you’re a monster like me! I haven’t met many other monsters yet.”

 “You say that like it’s a good thing to be a monster.”

 “Isn’t it?”

 “No, it isn’t.”

 “Why?”

 “’Cause the other kids are mean about it.”

 “Why does that matter?”

 “Huh?”

 “Why does it matter what the other kids say? Being a monster is cool! You can do lots of stuff they can’t and no monster is the same as another, we’re unique!”

 “But blending in is better, right?” Janus asked, confused. “If you blend in, other kids won’t bully you.”

 “Bullies always find a reason to be mean, just don’t let them get to you.”

 “Easy for you to say. You can fight.”

 “You can fight, too. You just need to learn how. I could teach you if you want.”

 “You would?”

 “Sure! Monsters should stick together!” He grinned again and Janus couldn’t help mirroring him.

 “Okay.”

 “Great! How about you come over to my house? My brother and his friends are there and one of them can heal us a bit. Do you know your house’s phone number?”

 “I do.”

 “Awesome. Then my mom can call yours, so she doesn’t worry. Let’s go!”

 Remus grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along and Janus let him. Maybe he finally found a friend that would stay with him, even if others were being mean.

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[edupunkn00b]

First Snow

A gift for @8beez for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. Rating: G, WC: 2445 - AO3 - Spotify Playlist CW: cold, scroll to the bottom for additional spoiler-filled warnings. ~~~

Snowflakes glittered in the lantern light and the wind came up over the frozen stream, creating little eddies along the path to the big yellow house on the other side of the bridge. Snow crunched under the boots of a passing couple and Patton nodded to them as they passed, then continued on his way toward his old friend’s house. Or his friend’s old house. Both, really.

The snow had started early in the day with big, fat flakes that stuck to hats and scarves and tree branches before they gradually shrunk into the crunchy, sparkly, tiny crystals that now floated through the evening sky. They caught the light and the breeze, dancing together as they gently fell over the quiet town. With the exception of the young couple, the paths between structures were empty, and soft, golden light spilled from windows. The promise of warmth and home shone in the flickering shadows, along with the occasional peal of laughter that managed its way up chimneys and smoke holes.

Patton always loved the snow, especially the first snow of the season, the way it blanketed the houses, pristine and clean. Snow drifts collected on the banks of the stream, still running sluggishly in a lazy bend past the town. A thick layer of cottony white already decorated the previously bare trees, lending a magical feel to the otherwise depressingly empty branches. Later, the snow cover would brighten the long winter nights, reflecting the moon and starlight with a silvery glow. The stream would freeze solid and the townsfolk could go out with blades strapped to their boots and skate across the slippery surface.

For now, though, only patches of the stream were frozen, and most of those, Patton knew, were only a few inches thick. Not nearly thick enough. Ice skating would have to wait for a few more weeks.

He shook himself, resuming his walk across the bridge and, before long, found himself standing on a large, covered porch in front of a well-worn wooden door. The thick wood was adorned with a brass knocker, now darkened with a rich patina. Patton remembered when the knocker was brand new and he’d needed to drag over one of the milk stools from the barn just to touch it. It was easier now, of course, but he still had to stretch to reach it.

Sooner than he might expect, a bolt clunked into place and the door creaked open. “Janus!” Patton cheered at the first sight of his old friend. Leaning heavily on his walking stick—’It’s not a damned cane!’—Janus smiled out at him, wincing as a blast of cold air ruffled his greyed hair. 

Clad in flannel lined work pants, Janus was wrapped in a thick woolen sweater the color of fresh butter, and, if Patton knew him, just as soft. A matching scarf was draped over his shoulders and he already wore rabbit fur-lined gloves. “Pat,” he whispered, voice creaky, like he hadn’t spoken for a while. “I was hoping I’d see you this evening.”

“Well, of course you would!” Patton grinned, waving his arms around them. “It’s the first snow of the season! We couldn’t miss that!”

“Let me get my coat and I’ll be right out.” He stepped back, opening the door a little wider. “Would you like to…” Janus began and before he could even finish his question, Patton stood next to him, smiling brightly at the ribboned evergreen boughs draped over the doorway.

“I love your decorations this year, Jay!” He turned on the spot, gazing around the room as Janus pulled on a heavy down-filled coat. “They’re just beautiful.”

Smiling, Janus pulled on a wool cap and nodded toward the door. “I was hoping you would like them,” he said as he joined Patton on the porch and closed and locked the door. Together, they made their way slowly down the steps, and Patton smiled gratefully at the way Janus’ new gloves gripped the snow-slicked handrail.

Once they were on the path, Janus followed Patton’s gaze and nodded. “They were a Christmas gift from my granddaughter. Nice and warm. She made them,” he smiled, pride warming his features even as it stretched the jagged scar that split his cheek from the corner of his mouth to his ear. “She’s visiting with her wife and their kids… They’re putting the little ones to bed and Payton is out at the dance in Town Hall.”

“Well, tell her I think they’re beautiful,” Patton said. “She does really nice work!”

Janus nodded, attention focused on his steps as they moved over a growing snow bank. “We’ll need to get back before that grows too much,” he murmured.

“We will. It’s not a long walk,” Patton reassured him, looking over his shoulder at the path heading back over the stream. “Not like the other way.”

“I remember,” he nodded, voice cracking again. They walked in silence for several more feet, Janus’ walking stick tapping against the snow-covered  pavers with each step. “First snow had come early that year,” he mused, nodding to the beat of his staff. “You were so ready to go skating. You wouldn’t listen to anyone try to tell you to wait.” Condensation puffed out into the cold night air with his low laugh.

“In my defense, I was only eight,” Patton giggled.

“It’s a good thing you were, too, I could fit you on my sled to get you back to my house,” Janus harrumphed, sounding every bit of his ninety-three years.

~~~

“Pat?” Janus called from the top of the hill. He’d just seen him, and Pat had promised to wait until he went down the slope one more time before they went to test the ice on the stream together. The weather had turned quickly that year, butt luckily they’d just finished bringing in all the carrots and beets before the ground iced over. It still meant helping Papa chop wood in the snow, but it also meant the start of sledding sooner, so it all worked out in Janus’ mind.

Pat had other ideas. “It’s so cold,” he’d grinned, kicking at the icicles growing from the edge of his porch. “I bet the stream’s already frozen hard enough for ice skating.” He lowered his voice as his older brother walked past with his nose buried in a book. “Meet me by the bridge tonight and we’ll go see. It’s a full moon, plenty of light to see.”

So, about an hour after dark, Pat had stood at the bottom of the hill, just next to the far side of the bridge. “C’mon down, Jay!” He waved a large branch over his head. The big hickory on the other side of the schoolhouse had fallen over in the last storm and all the children in the town had claimed a piece of it. Pat’s was taller than he was, thicker than his arm at its widest part. The pair had spent a good hour debating what to make with it but still hadn’t decided, so Pat had taken to lugging it around with him, alternating between pretending it was Moses’ staff or the oar Charon used to take new souls across the River Styx.

And now the branch lay abandoned in the snow next to the stream.

Jumping on the sled, Janus raced to the bottom and leapt off. He picked up the stick and called out again. “Pat!? Pat, where are you?” 

“Jay?” The voice was a whisper on the wind, weak and shaky. But it was definitely Pat. “Jay, I’m down here.” Janus’ eyes darted around the bank until finally he saw a dark lump near the snow. It was shaped like a person. A very small person. “Pat!”

Janus ran toward the edge of the water, but his feet flew out from underneath him when the snow gave way to ice. The little boy went down hard and his face hit a sharp rock, cutting a long gash in his cheek. He barely felt it and jumped back to his feet, taking the branch with him as he rushed to the water’s edge.

The dark shape by the water was Pat. Clinging to a tree root, he looked up at Janus with a fuzzy gaze, the lower half of his body still submerged. With a sickening squelch, his little fingers slipped from the roots and the water closed over his head.

“Pat!” Janus screamed and drove the branch into the water next to his friend. “Pat, hold on! Grab it!” There was no movement in the water and Janus held his breath, afraid the smallest sound, the tiniest shifting of his own body would distract him from his friend. After an eternity of waiting, he dropped down on his belly, some distant part of his mind noting the snow around him was stained red. “Pat, hang on!” he called again, and tried to scoop the branch underneath his friend.

Something caught and he levered the branch against the snow until one small arm flopped out onto the bank. Janus scrambled toward it and gripped Pat’s hand, soaking his own woolen gloves with the icy water. Somehow, he managed to heave his friend out of the water the rest of the way.

Fingers growing numb, Janus left Pat higher up on the bank while he dragged over his sled. “Come on, Pat, one more good push,” he begged his limp body as he pushed and pulled him onto the sled. The impact forced a weak coughing fit from the little body and Pat curled in on himself, hacking up some of the water he’d inhaled. 

When it was over, Pat lay in a sodden heap on the wooden slats, and Janus took off his own coat and laid it over his friend. There was more red blood against the dark gold wool. Then he wrapped the rope around his arm, leaving his numb fingers in a loose and useless fist as tugged hard.

Slowly, one step at a time, he inched the sled up the embankment, the sled rope tangled around one arm. He drove the branch into the snow as they moved and used it to pull them both up. When they reached level ground at the head of the bridge, Janus leaned on the branch, panting. Red splotches covered the stick and his coat, and a shaky red trail in the snow marked their path up from the water. He rested for less than a minute before he started out onto the bridge.

At the midpoint, Janus spotted a lantern lighter and he called out, “Help! Help, he fell in the water!”

As two adults rushed over at his cries, Pat coughed again, a glimmer of blue peeking between his eyelids. “You’re gonna be okay, Pat. Gonna be okay.”

Janus hovered close, shaking off Miss Dot’s kind hand as she tried to lead him away, “Jan, honey, let’s get you someplace warm and take a look at that cut on your face…”

“No,” he said loudly. “No, ma’am,” he repeated in a lower voice, looking up at the tall woman who’d been their teacher for the past year and a half since the last school teacher moved West. “Pat's my friend. I'm gonna stay with him.”

Miss Dot nodded with a stiff smile. “Well, then, let’s get you both inside and fetch you something warm.” She eyed his cheek, turning his head gently with one gloved hand. "It looks like the cold has helped stop the bleeding, at least," she muttered, then took his hand.

They followed the lantern keeper back to Janus’, the closer of the boys’ houses, and got them both settled on a mat in front of the fire. “Is he still breathing?” Her low voice carried through the quiet house but Janus only paid attention to his friend.

“I’ll keep you safe, Pat,” Janus whispered, pulling the blankets up close to his friend’s chin and keeping him facing the fire. He smiled when Pat’s eyes seemed to follow him. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Another cough wracked his little body and their mothers came over. When did Mama get here? She dabbed at his cheek with a wet cloth but he shook his head. “No, get Pat warm first.”

“Jan, it’ll scar if we leave it too long,” she cajoled, following his gaze to Pat where he finally lay still, eyes glistening in the firelight and panting quietly with the force of his last coughing spell.

“I’m fine, Mama,” he insisted. “Pat first, then me.” Pat coughed again and Mama touched his mother’s shoulder as Janus helped him sit up, rubbing his back.

Mama's voice was gentle. “Let’s call the doctor to take a look at that cough, Lucy.”

~~~

“It sure was lucky Doc was able to fix me up before spring,” Patton’s cheerful voice rose up with a gust of wind, dancing among the snowflakes falling like diamonds from the clouds. “That cough could’ve turned into pneumonia really fast,” he nodded, keeping pace with Janus. Occasionally, Patton would see something ahead and investigate it. First, a long clear icicle hanging from a low tree branch. Then later, what looked like rabbit prints in the snow. But he never moved more than a few feet away from his friend’s slow, steady steps. “Pneumonia can be serious.”

”It really can be, Pat,” Janus nodded. Leaning heavily on his hickory walking staff, its diligently polished gleam barely marred with time, he slowly lowered himself to a seat on a nearby bench and looked out at the falling snow. The flakes were falling faster now and the town was so quiet, he could hear them touch the ground.

”Granddad?” Payton’s voice behind him was soft, but still he started slightly. “It’s getting cold, Granddad.” She stood next to the bench and offered her hand. The door to town hall banged open in the distance and music flitted through the air. “The dance just got out. How 'bout I walk you home?”

Janus turned to where Pat had stood, the snow blanketing the ground smooth and glittering gently under the streetlights. He gestured to the small marble headstone in front of them. “Did you know I helped Papa carve Pat’s name into that?” he nodded. "He let me hold the chisel and everything."

”So that’s where Mom gets it,” she smiled as Janus took her hand and, between her help and the strength of his walking stick, pushed himself up to his feet. They slowly walked back to the big yellow house, following the single set of footprints he'd left in the fresh snow. "Why don't you tell me about it, Granddad?"

~~~

Spoiler: "off-screen" major character death

#First Snow #ts janus #ts patton #kid!janus #kid!patton #historical AU #hurt/comfort #ts fanfic #human au #ts fanfiction #sanders sides gift exchange #moceit #platonic moceit

[xandriagreat]

Brave Brothers | chapter 5

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Author's note: this is for @the-girl-with-the-glass-heart. 

Notice/Warnings: being thrown, dead body mention, 3rd degree burns, body horror(?), shouting/yelling, making a spell

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Remus rode Swapy out of the stables and into the woods. He was crying his heart out as Swapy ran deep into the woods. ‘How could he just do that?!’ a thought went through Remus’ mind again and again. 

Then the next thing that Remus knew was that Swapy stopped and threw him, making Remus get dirty and rip his outfit a bit more. Today must not be Remus’ day…

“Swampy!” Remus cried out at him, sounding sad and mad at his horse.

But when Remus looked at Swampy, the horse was terrified like he just smelled a dead corpse. So Remus looked around to see if there was one. He didn’t see a body of any kind. All that he saw was ten stones circling like a ring and he was in the center of the ring.

Remus slowly got up and looked around. 

The prince and his horse must be in the deep part of the woods. 

Then there was a faint “Come here.”

Remus looked around to see where the voice came from and there, in between two of the ten stones, a willow-o-wisp.

Remus gasped softly, “A willow-o-wisp.”

He remembered on Roman and his birthday, they found a willow-o-wisp with Logan and a group of the wisps led them back to the grown ups after getting lost when trying to find an arrow.

He slowly went to the willow-o-wisp. It disappeared for a moment but then a group of them appeared, creating a path for Remus to guide.

Before Remus started to follow, looked back at his horse, who was still scared of something and was hiding on the other side of the ring of stone. “Swampy, come on.” he called out.

Swampy neighed a negative response like to say “no” to him.

“Swampy!” Remus called out a bit louder.

Swampy ran around the ring to meet up with Remus. They both followed the willow-o-wisps, even though Swampy was still nervous.

◇

The willow-o-wisps guided Remus and Swampy to a small cottage.

“Why did willow-o-wisps lead us here?” Remus asked, looking at Swampy. 

The horse snorted in the same confusion.

Remus hummed and nodded as he went to the cottage door. “Stay,” he told Swampy. “I’ll be right back.”

When the prince opened it, he entered a room with a nice warm glow and there was A LOT of wood carvings.

Some were wooden statues, some of them were wooden devices that Remus had never seen, some carved out wooden portraits, wooden dish sets, and marinate puppets. Besides being wood, they were all different animals. Mammals and reptiles. Predator and prey. 

The thing that wasn’t an animal trait that Remus noticed in the moment was a coat rake. On the coat rake was a gray coat, a sunhat, and two black traveling cloaks, one long for an adult and one short that would fit a child.

“And that’s how you make a puppet.”

“Oh wow!”

Remus could hear two people talking. He turned around to see an old man, his back to him, working on something at a crafting table. Next to the old man was a little boy, whose back was to him and was paying attention to what the man was doing. 

Then the little boy turned around, hopped out of his seat, and looked at Remus when he reached for one broom of two brooms. 

The boy was wearing a yellow light weight shirt, black pants with some off-white patches, and a dirty old black pair of shoes. But there was one thing that Remus shocked him when looking at the boy to see was that half of the boy’s face on the left side was 3rd degree burned.

But the boy didn’t notice the shocked look on the prince’s face. He excitedly tapped on the old man’s shoulder. “Dad! Dad! There’s a customer here!” he said excitedly.

‘Dad?’ Remus thought for a moment. ‘Could be a married late man.’

The old man turned around and looked at Remus. He smiled softly at Remus as he got up from the bench. 

The old man was a light blue shirt that was light weight, gray vest, brown pants, and dirty old brown boots.

“Welcome to The Creative Path. My name is Patton, I’m the owner of this cottage shop.” the old man said, putting a hand on his chest.

“And I’m Janus.” the little boy said happily.

Patton chuckled softly and looked back at Remus. “Feel free to look around.” he said as he got the other broom. “Everything is half off.” Then the old man and young boy started to sweep the floor as Remus looked at the different objects. 

“Who are you two?” Remus asked looking back at the two. 

“Just a humble woodcarver and his son.” Patton replied, looking up and smiling at Remus. 

Remus looked back at the objects and picked up a wooden pot. “I don’t understand. The willow-o-wisps-” the prince started but was startled when Janus was right next to him, sweeping. The boy smiled at him and asked, “Do you see anything that you like?”

Janus let go of his broom and grabbed one of the strange wooden devices that Remus had never seen. “This is a fun toy.” he said, turning a crank on the back. Then the boy set it down and the thing started to move around. 

Remus still heard two brooms sweeping. He slowly turned around to see that Janus’ broom was sweeping by itself!

“Your broom!” Remus exclaimed, pointing at the sweeping broom. Both Janus and Patton looked at the sweeping broom, panic in their eyes. Janus quickly snapped his fingers together, making the broom go still and fall to the floor.

“It was sweeping by itself.” Remus said, looking down at Janus like he had the answer. “How’s that possible?”

Janus just stared at him, scared instead of happy. “Um… your mind is playing tricks!” he yelled out. Then Janus, for whatever reason, grabbed the wooden pot that Remus held earlier and put it over his face. 

Patton went over, setting his broom to the side and hugged his son, who dropped the pot to hug back and hid his face from Remus. “That’s ridiculous. Brooms don’t have magical abilities.” he said in defiance. “I should know because I’m a w-” the old man started to say something but changed it at the last second, smiling awkwardly, “woodcarver… who carvers wood...”

Then he pointed at one of the portraits and commented, “Now this one is a conversation starter.”

Remus slowly walks around as he listens to the old man talk about the portrait. 

“Um… is there a wash bowl nearby? I wanna clean myself up a bit.” Remus said, chuckling awkwardly. 

Patton looked at him and pointed at a nearby curtain, replying, “Yes, over there.”

Remus nodded to him and went to ‘clean up’. He just dipped his hands in the water and was pretending that he was doing his own thing as he listened for anything.

He heard wood being sawed. He quickly, but yet quietly, peaked around the curtain to see that Janus’ nose was now wooden and was almost a foot long. Patton had a carving knife and was cutting the nose back to size. “There we go.” Patton said, after cutting the long nose back to normal size. Janus’ nose went from wooden to human in just a few seconds.

Remus gasped loudly, jumping out of the curtain area, and yelled excitedly, “You both are wizards!”

Janus hid behind Patton. “Woodcarver and son.” Patton said who just grabbed a wood block and started to carve with the tool that he used on the wooden nose.

“That’s why the wisps led me here!” Remus continued, smiling big.

“Woodcarver and son.” Patton repeated but it sounded like a warning.

“You can change my fate!” Remus finished with a small laugh. 

“Woodcarver and son!” Patton yelled, showing Remus a carving of a frog that he just made from the block of wood.

Remus was playing with his own hands and started, “You see, it’s my brother and-”

But Remus was cut off short by Patton throwing the carving knife near his foot and just hit the floor. “We’re not wizards or witches! Too many rude and unsatisfied customers!” Patton yelled, pointing a finger to Remus. 

Remus noticed that Patton’s eyes changed from human to frog. Before Patton said anything, Janus quickly hugged him from behind and said, “It’s okay, dad…”

Patton took in a breath and calmed down, his eyes turned from frog eyes back to human eyes. He rubbed Janus’ hands and said, “Thank you Jan…”

When Patton was fully calmed down, Janus let go and picked up the carving knife. The boy went to put the knife away as the old man looked at the prince.

“So… If you are going to buy something, tell me. If you aren’t going to buy anything, you need to get out.” he said, crossing his arms across his chest. “Do I make myself clear?”

Remus nodded. 

“Alright, what one do you want, kiddo?”

Remus looked at all of them as he stood in place. “I-um…” He knew that he had to make a choice soon or he’ll not get the help that he wants.

It didn’t help when Patton started to count down, “Five, four, three, two-”

“Every carving!” the prince yelled out.

Patton was surprised at the answer. “What was that?” the old man asked.

“Every carving.” Remus repeated, breathing heavily. 

Janus went back to them, his eyes were in confusion. “We take most of these to auction.” he said, blinking a lot. 

Patton nodded but he was interested. He chuckled softly and asked, “Well, how are you going to pay for all of this, kiddo?”

Remus looked at the signature ring that he still wore on his finger. “With this.” he replied, showing his hand that the ring was on. 

Patton gasped in awe when he saw the ring. “Oh my, that’s lovely.”

Janus looked at the ring and nodded. “I don’t know how much it’s worth but it looks like it could set us up for months.”

Before Patton could take the ring, Remus clinched his hand into a fist and pulled away, laughing softly. “Every carving for one spell.” the prince reminded the old man, smiling as he slowly let his fist go back to being a flat hand. “If you do spells, I mean. If not, then cancel my order.”

Patton looked at the ring and then at Remus before he asked, “Are you sure you know what you are doing, kiddo?”

Remus nodded as he gave him a serious look. “I want a spell to change my brother. That will change my fate.”

The old man looked at the prince and the ring again, thinking for a moment. He smiled and said, “Done!”

Remus let Patton take the ring from his hand. 

The next thing that happened surprised Remus as Patton walked out with Janus, who was pulling Remus out of the cottage. 

“I- what’s going on?” the prince asked as the door slammed shut behind him.

Then Patton snapped his fingers before going back to the door. “You never conjure where you carve.” Patton told Remus as he opened the door. “Very important.”

◇

When Remus went back inside the cottage with Patton and Janus, all of the wood carvings weren’t there or the nice warm glow. Instead, it was a dark room and there were potions on shelves that dimly lit up the place. And in the center of the room was a black cauldron over a nonexisting fire. 

“The last time that I did this spell was for a princess.” Patton said, clapping his hands, making the nonexisting fire become real fire and from the potion liquid in the cauldron made more light in the room. Patton went over to Remus after getting something from a drawer as he continued, “She demanded that she have the strength of ten and this is what she gave me for a price.” Then he showed Remus a necklace with a shield and sword engraved. 

The prince looked at it for a moment before he asked, “Did she get what she wished for?”

Patton nodded. “Oh, yes. She did!”

“I got the basket, dad!” Janus said, smiling at them. Both Patton and Remus looked at the little boy, who had a basket. 

Patton smiled. “Good, now let's get cooking and see what else we need.”

Then Patton started to toss a few things into the cauldron, changing the liquid’s colors. The next thing that Remus knew was that Janus was next to him and said, “We’re going to use a piece of hair.” 

Before he could respond, Janus plucked a piece of hair off of Remus. The prince rubbed the place where the piece was plucked off of his head as Janus handed the hair to his dad. 

Patton smiled as he put the hair in the cauldron and then started to stir with a big wooden spoon. Janus and Remus went to him as Patton threw the now burnt spoon to the side and put on a metal face mask. He put one on Janus too before sprinkling what looked like salt. Patton looked at Remus for a moment and put a hand over Remus’ eyes, making the prince more confused.

Then a bright blinding white light shined from the cauldron.

Remus could hear Swampy neighing panickedly outside as Patton removed his hand from his eyes and got both the masks off.

“Now let’s see what we have here.” Patton said, grabbing a tool that looked like it could be from a blacksmith shop. He grabbed something from the bubbling cauldron and slowly pulled out a cookie.

Patton smiled proudly as he placed it on a napkin that was on a nearby table. 

Remus looked down at it. “A… Cookie…?”

“You don’t want it?” Patton asked, confused. 

“No, I do!” Remus exclaimed. Then he pointed at it and asked, “So, if I give this to my brother, it will change my fate, right?”

Patton chuckled and nodded. “It'll do the trick, kiddo.”

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Patton escorted Remus out, with the cookie wrapped in a napkin, he explained, “You should expect your order within two weeks. You take care now.”

Remus nodded as went to Swampy. Before he got on Swampy, he heard Patton ask out loud, “Now what was the cure to the spell?”

“What do you mean the cure for the spell-?” Remus started but stopped to see that he and Swampy were no longer in front of the cottage but in the ring of stone.

Remus looked around before shrugging as he got on Swampy and went back home.

#sanders sides #remus samders #patton sanders #janus sanders #brave brothers #brave au #Sanders sides fic #kid!janus #Sanders sides au

[bananaconda33-blog]

Happy Valentine's Day!

Pose is from (tiktok) mellon_soup!

Art style is inspired by @abd-illustrates

@boosting-sasi-artists

#roman sanders #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #deciet sanders #art #illustration #roceit #tss janus #janus sanders #ts janus #Roman x Janus #Can you tell they're both theater kids? #Probably not #But they are :3 #I bet you didn't even notice Janus doesn't have gloves on #I'm gonna pretend that was on purpose

[casart]

Toy Castle au because why not!🧸🏰

#casart #sanders sides #remus sanders #roman sanders #creativity twins #creativitwins #does anyone else know this show???? I been on a kick of old media I used to watch as a kid #does this age me lol flipping LOVED these kinda obscure live action shows lmaoo #anyways not sure who the others would be but maybe patton would be rag doll and janus china doll #and im so tempted to make virgil the ballerina skjfhks #the toy castle #le château magique

[loganslowdown4]

*ahem*

THEM

#just kidding they’re both silly sillies #😁 #thomas sanders #sanders sides #Patton sanders #Janus sanders #moceit? #moceit #sure #ts moceit

[hallowsden]

DC x DP Idea Thing #3

Voluntary Admissions AU

What if Danny voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum as a patient?

"Patient #10304-M, also known as, for his safety and security, Janus D. Astrophel. Voluntarily Admitted himself to Arkham Asylum on [date is scratched off with a thick, green ink], having arrived in a rather critical and vulnerable position, both physical and mental."

Rumors often spread quickly in Arkham. After all, not much better things to do when you're locked up and deemed either crazy, dangerous or even both in the eyes of Gotham. So it wasn't a surprise when news spread like wildfire amongst inmates and patients inside those dreadful halls.

A new addition had joined the ranks of the madhouse. Voluntarily at that. Likely the youngest patient to roam these halls for a non-Gothamite at least. After all, no native Gothamite would willingly put themselves in such hell.

The newbie went by Janus Astrophel. Kid seemed anything but normal. Seemed like he'd fit in well with Gotham's brand of sickness after a bit. Then again, kid looks as fragile as a twig. Almost as skinny as Crane, creepy as him too. Gives off Freeze vibes though, oddly enough, with hints of Dent.

[Those types of comments were quickly picked up by the aforementioned rogues. Rather than start a scene, they took interest immediately after hearing more words of the newcomer.]

Astrophel's a meta, just from the collar he adorns on his neck. Seemed modified as well. Didn't look like the standard ones the super-powered rogues commonly wore. Nobody knew what power he had. Seemed like it helped him more than anything though.

[Some inmates recalled when Astrophel first arrived. Didn't have a collar the first day. Kid could barely stand and was bleeding profusely. Next day, kid looked better, wearing the collar everyone associates with him now. Some think it's like Freeze's suit in a way. No one said a word bout it after receiving a cold glare]

Thing was, it ain't just the collar or how sickly he seemed that caught people's eyes.

Scars. Kid's littered with them. Some managed to glimpse a multitude of what looks like surgery scars [vivisected was often echoed, especially from Quinn and Nygma], and others looked like he was zapped by lightning [Litchenberg Scars around the chest specifically]. Kid even wore some stitches where his joints were [Frankenstein was an insult for a brief moment before Dent flipped a coin and shit them up]. Some would've mistaken him for some sort of zombie, like Grundy, had it not been for the fact people had seen him breathe and bleed... Albeit, it was a toxic green rather than crimson red.

Rather discerning as it held a resemblance to certain Demon Head's waters...

Kid didn't talk much. He was polite and friendly, sure. Some of the rogues took a shine to him. He seemed scared, though, not that anybody blamed him. Arkham was filled with rogues who earned their titles and infamy for a reason. But he wasn't scared of others... No. Crane said the kid held a certain look of fear...

Astrophel was afraid of himself... Everyone can't help but wonder why.

[They later see a glimpse as to why after he saw Joker for the first time. Least to say, Quinn called dibs even though others would like to say otherwise]

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #Had to reupload this cause tumblr seemed to not be working #anyways #brain said angst so here is angst #brain really needs to stop making angst #Danny needs a hug #danny goes by Janus here #Arkham staff knows bout some of his circumstances #They're being the proper medical staff they're suppose to be now since he joined #cause the government's corrupted and they're after a kid #The fact that someone sees arkham as a safe haven should really say something #but yeah #the collar around Janus' neck stablizes his powers cause the experiments messed with it #Arkham found family #Give Danny/Janus all the fanily members he can get #After all he doesn't have Jazz Tucker or Sam here #and the ghosts are currently blocked cause of the GIW messing things up #Danny's part of the gallery. Not a rogue but might as well be one of them now #Danny Protection squad #danny fenton #Arkham Asylum #ghost king danny #Not really obvious now but will be a prominent part of the story later #not beta'd #I have no regrets #Voluntary Admissions AU #Danny's scared of himself cause he doesn't want GIW hurting others like they already did and he's scared he might turn into Dan #Which is one of the reasons why he admitted himself as it is

[jungle321jungle]

Something Worth Stealing: Four

“What do you think?”

Truthfully Virgil was terrified at the very prospect. There was a reason each nanny didn’t last long, and Virgil had heard enough horror stories about the Ackroyd boys to avoid them at all costs when he had worked in the past. Hell the only reason he still got some to come in now and then was because the job was so high paying. Mr. Ackroyd knew exactly what he was doing advertising with all those zeroes, he was reeling in any nanny who would skip talking to peers at the sight. And now by some twist of fate that very bait was dangling above Virgil, and even worse there wasn’t anyway he could feasibly afford to ignore it. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked the man in the eye, “I think it is more than a generous offer that I would be happy to accept.”

(Virgil becomes the newest nanny for his very attracti- for Logan.)

Ao3 - Previous Parts - Masterlist

Four

Virgil had woken early the next morning, and upon checking on the children had found that Logan had fallen asleep leaning against the bed both twins were sharing. Part of him briefly considered moving the man, but not wanting to wake him, he left him be. Turns out Patton was the only one awake besides himself, so took the baby and brought him down to make breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs were the name of the game this morning, and Virgil wasn't alone long, as the smell of food seemed to rouse the rest of the house. Janus joined him first, followed by the twins, who told him that their father was going to shower. It had been easy to cook and entertain the children, what hadn’t been easy was everything that followed after Logan appeared. Virgil had told him a simple good morning and Logan had quickly looked away from him, preoccupying himself with setting the table. But any question of if the man was alright, was stopped when he saw the slight blush on his boss’ face and Virgil immediately short circuited as he remembered the words spoken last night. At the time he had been so focused on trying to get Logan to understand that he is a good person and father that Virgil had dismissed the other revelation of the evening.

That Logan had been focused on watching him swim, and apparently day dreamed of putting sunscreen on him?

Virgil felt his own face flush as he forced his gaze into the pancake in the pan. It didn’t make sense, Logan even giving him a once over. Sure Virgil thought Logan was attractive, anyone with some sense would understand that he was beautiful, but Virgil… Virgil was just average. Why would someone who could have literally anyone have the slightest of interest in him? Had it been a trick of the light? Maybe because he had been shirtless and further away? Maybe because Logan was having a hard time dating and he was just frust-

The train of thought thankfully ran off the rails before Virgil could properly consider his boss’ sex life as Logan’s hand pulled the spatula from his, “You're going to burn it.”

Virgil didn’t have any intelligence left to make a sound as Logan leaned over him to remove the pancake from the pan. When the spatula was handed back to him, Virgil forced himself to speak (but he kept his eyes on the pan as he poured in more batter), “How’s your head?”

“I took a few Advil,” Logan sighed, moving away. “But for once I’m not a fan of all the natural light in here… I understand why you were intent on stopping me now.”

Virgil gave a chuckle, “The moral of the story here is to listen to the nanny.”

“That’s rule number one!” Remus chimed in.

Upon glancing over Virgil watched as Logan raised an eyebrow and went to ruffle his son’s hair. “That’s an important rule for you, not me.”

“But Virgil is often right,” Roman considered.

“He’s annoying but he’s right,” Janus agreed.

Logan gave a sigh and shook his head (and seemed to immediately regret the action), “Breakfast isn’t quite yet ready. Why don’t you three put on some real clothes?”

The boys protested, but ultimately did as they were told. “I’ll change this one too,” Logan decided, pulling Patton from his high chair.

“Okay,” Virgil nodded. “I should be done soon.”

Logan didn’t respond, but he hesitated at the stairs,  “Perhaps you and I can speak more later?”

Virgil’s face once again betrayed him as he mumbled an “okay” in response.

Breakfast was followed with games and that with staying in sand by the water, but soon enough the weekend trip was ending and it was time to return home.

“I wanna stay longer,” Remus complained while getting in the car.

“Not this time,” Logan told him from his place in the front seat. “You have school tomorrow.”

“Can’t we just skip it?”

“No we cannot. I also have work tomorrow, and I can’t skip that.”

“Virgil works every day, you can leave and we can stay with him,” Roman decided.

“Also not happening. Now buckle up.”

The boys save for Patton were quick to fall asleep, which left an awkward silence between Logan, Virgil, and the poor driver who had to exist in this tension. Part of him wanted to have a conversation and just get it over with, he wanted to realize that something crazy was going on because there was no way Logan could truly like him, but at the same time he wanted to hide at the bottom of the ocean for as long as he could.

Any thoughts on what to do next were quickly erased by the ringing on his phone bearing his sister’s name. He didn’t get a chance to even say hello before the sound of crying met his ears and Virgil’s mood plummeted.

“V! I wanna talk to Jan!” She demanded.

“Uh, he’s asleep. I can wake him, but first what’s wrong?” He asked worriedly. “Did he-”

“Ruin my life again? Yes! I’m fucking pregnant! Damn it! I shouldn’t have taken him back!” Virgil took a deep breath as understanding of the conversation came. At first he was thankful that she was safe, but then came the questions he didn’t dare ask. This wasn’t the time.

“I don’t know what to do,” she continued sniffling. “I just wanna talk to Janus for a bit.”

“Alright, let me wake him. Just try not to worry him?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled in response but he could hear how she cleared her throat. So after a moment he then leaned over to give his nephew a gentle shake.

When Janus stirred he gave his nephew a smile, “Mom wants to talk to you.”

Janus was awake at once and pulled the phone from Virgil’s hand and put it to his ear. “Mom! Mom! We went to a lake house!”

“Shhh,” Virgil urged. “The others are still sleeping.”

“Sorry!” He whispered. “Mom! We went to- why are you crying?”

The conversation was short, and from what Virgil could gather she made no mention of her pregnancy, only promises of coming to visit Janus soon enough. But Virgil had a feeling that like other times it wouldn’t turn out that way. And judging from his expression, his young nephew thought the same way. But he didn’t say anything to Virgil after he hung up, he just helped himself to the games he had previously downloaded on Virgil’s phone. Virgil would have to talk to him later.

Logan seemed to have a similar thought process as he pulled Virgil aside when they reached the manor. “Is everything alright?”

“My sister,” Virgil started slowly. “Her situation just got a bit more… complicated.”

“Do… Do you want to talk about it?”

Virgil paused, his gaze drifting to where Janus had joined Remus in crawling on the floor beside Patton. He appeared fine, but then again the boy was good at pretending… however Virgil wasn’t. “If you don’t mind,” Virgil said finally.

Logan led the way upstairs to an empty sitting room but once they were both comfortable, Virgil wasn’t sure what to say.

“How are you feeling?” Logan asked him.

“I… I don’t know,” Virgil shrugged. “I’m not sure what to do about this.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“My sister. She… things got hard when she left her ex because of multiple reasons. Because of him she has had to move a few times, and that’s why I have Janus. Which I’m totally fine with! But... but the plan always was that she would figure things out and get to a place where he can live with her again but…”

“But?”

“She took him back after all that, and now she’s pregnant again. I don’t think she told Janus, and I don’t know what she’s going to do. But if she really is gonna stay with him then… then I feel like Janus loses either way.”

“I apologize that I can’t help in this situation, but I do know that Janus is lucky to have you.”

Virgil gave a slight laugh in dismissal, “You have to say that, don’t you?”

“You don’t believe me? Virgil you’re a person who will do anything for him. You brought him into your home, gave him your bed, you got a second job, and then we’re even willing to risk it all by stealing from me to help him. You’re a good person and a good person for him. And for my boys as well.”

Virgil took a deep breath to avoid the emotions swelling within him, before he nodded. “And you’re a good father.”

Logan’s mouth opened and closed before he conceded with a sigh, “I thought I was comforting you?”

“It’s a two way street… How are you feeling about yesterday?”

“I’m going to do better for them,” Logan promised “That’s- that’s the best that I can do.”

“And that’s perfect.”

Logan gave a slight smile, “Let me know if I can do anything for you, even if it’s just lending an ear. But I shouldn’t keep you away from Janus any longer.”

Virgil stood with a nod, “Let me know if I can do anything for you… you do pay me to help out after all.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Virgil.”

It wasn’t until he was home later, that something occurred to Virgil. He had been so distracted by his sister, that he had completely forgotten that

“Logan likes me.”

“That’s obvious,” Janus commented into a bite of pizza.

Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized he had spoken aloud. “I-I mean that-”

Janus ignored him as he made a face, “Roman said that Logan wants to be all gross and kissy to you.”

“W…what?”

“Don’t be gross in front of me.”

“I…”

“I like Logan but I don’t want to be cousins with Roman.”

Virgil took a bite of pizza to keep from responding, but ultimately there was still something he needed to talk to his nephew about. “What did you and your mom talk about?”

Janus gave a noncommittal shrug, “Nothing really. But she sounded sad.”

“It’s probably because she misses you.”

“I miss her too. But I want her to be happy like us.”

“Like us?”

“Yeah, I think it would be best if she could live with us.” Janus paused in thought before he frowned, “But I don’t think all three of us could share your bed. So maybe after we finally move.”

“Once we get settled in a new place we can ask her what she thinks. But that’s still gonna be a while.”

“Can’t we speed things up? The sooner you get a new place, the sooner we get an even bigger TV!”

Virgil gave a laugh, “And here I thought you were excited about your own room.”

“I am! But I also want a big TV, so that way our movie nights can feel like movie theater nights.”

“Is this a subtle hint that tonight should be a movie night?”

“Yup! But you get to pick this movie this time.“

“A true honor. Thank you, good sir.”

“Of course my dear Uncle!”

~~~~

Standing in front of the mansion Virgil couldn’t help but feel a nervousness he hadn’t felt since his first day as a nanny.

“Uncle Vir-” The rest of his name was drowned out by Janus’ yawn as he poked Virgil in the side. “Why did we have get here so early?”

“I need to talk to Logan,” Virgil told him (more to convince himself to actually do it than anything), before he moved to unlock the door.

Upon entering the home he was quick to get Janus set up with some breakfast before he headed to Logan’s office. Standing in front of the fancy door, Virgil took a deep breath, mustered all the courage he had, and knocked. He stepped back from the door and waited. As he waited, the seconds felt like ages. His heart was drumming in his chest as he tried to figure out what exactly to say. He flexed his fingers as he waited… and waited… and waited. To no response. Had he come at a bad time? He had come early, and usually Logan was already dressed and doing things by the time he arrived. No, no, he probably just hadn’t heard. But a second knock yielded the same result as the first. Damn it. Logan was clearly busy and he was being nothing more than a bother. He should just stick to his job and check on the boys. Maybe Patton? The baby usually woke up first, but he usually laid quietly in his room. But what if he wasn’t asl-

“Virgil?”

Virgil was quick to turn to see Logan coming around the corner. His boss gave him a casual nod, “You’re early today.”

“Um yeah,” Virgil started at peak intelligence. “We… We never got that chance to talk. And quite frankly I think I would implode if I’m confused all day.”

Logan’s lips twitched into a smile before he turned and headed back down a hall and waved for Virgil to follow. It was awkward. More so than Virgil would ever admit, but he followed Logan to and then into his bedroom. To a room he hadn’t been in since he had stolen Logan’s watch… truly a great spot for this conversation. Logan hadn’t seemed to notice Virgil’s apprehensions as he sat on his bed and motioned for Virgil to sit in a chair beside the bed.

“I apologize,” Logan said quickly. “It seems my filter doesn’t work as well when I drink. While I had intended to speak with you about my feelings and not ruining our work relationship, I hadn’t meant to do so in such a tactless manner. I understand and I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no! You didn’t I just- uh, I just was… surprised,” Virgil assured.

Logan gave a nod and a slight breath of relief, “I’m glad. I didn’t want to make it too awkward for you to work here. If you want, I’m willing to keep my distance and-”

“Keep your distance?”

“Yes, I don’t wish to make you feel out of place here, just because our feelings do not align. My feelings are mine and I do not intend to push them onto you.” As Logan’s explanation continued, Virgil could only look at his boss in surprise. He had thought he had (accidentally) been quite obvious about his thoughts and feelings for Logan, but it seemed Logan was fretting over Virgil thought about him so much that he hadn’t realized Virgil felt the same way.

“I… I don’t want you to distance yourself,” Virgil started slowly and he could already feel his face heating up. “And…”

“And?”

“I… I just can’t believe you actually like me. I’m just strange and boring, and I did try to steal from you once. I’m just average looking- but you? You are the attractive and cool one. It just doesn’t make sense. Anyone in their right mind should like you, but why me?” The heat of Virgil’s face was probably enough to fry an egg, but somewhere deep down, he was aware of the look of utter bafflement on Logan’s face.

“Am I to understand that,” Logan started slowly as a blush creeped its way into his face. “That you…”

Virgil gave a groan of embarrassment as his head fell into his hands, “Don’t make me say it!”

“Al-alright…”

The silence rang loud between them, before the sound of the door opening drew Virgil’s attention. Then in the doorway stood an excited looking Roman in his pajamas. “Daddy! I lost my tooth!” He didn’t wait for Logan to respond before he ran up and opened his mouth for Logan to examine.

“Uh- Oh I see!” Logan smiled, snapping back into dad mode. “We’ll have to put it under your pillow tonight.”

“Virgil! Virgil! Look!” Roman shouted, moving to stand in front of Virgil.

“I didn’t even know you had a wiggly tooth,” Virgil told him.

“It wasn’t that loose, but Remus hit me with a really heavy pillow! And it hurt a lot- but then my tooth fell out!”

“That’s… that’s quite the heavy pillow,” Virgil said slowly, his gaze flickering to Logan who gave a frown.

“He shouldn’t have done that, and who knows what he put in there?” Logan said, spinning Roman to face him. “Why don’t you start getting ready and then I’ll talk to Remus. I need to talk to Virgil right now.”

Roman gave a quick nod before a thought seemed to occur to him, which made him smile wide (with a missing space in there), “I’m gonna go show Patton!” And with that he vanished from the bedroom leaving Virgil and Logan alone, but in a less awkward space than before.

“Virgil?” Logan asked, standing and readjusting his suit jacket. “Can I invite you to dinner, just the two of us?”

Virgil gave a slight nod but he didn’t meet that alluring gaze, “If you and I go to dinner, who watches the kids?“

“That can be determined later. I think your answer is more important. Might I take you on a date?”

“ …Yes. I’d, I’d like that.”

Logan gave him a winning smile. “Then I look forward to that evening.”

~~~~

All Parts

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REVIEWING ASIDES VIDEO CAUSE YEA!

• roman being joy bc he has to be the main character and he is really trying to fit this role

• patton being sadness

• thomas pointing to the phone and looking at seemingly no one

• janus being perfect, as always

• roman bring up how he's controlling

• his immediately shutting down the idea of scrolling again

• logan doing crosswords without a pencil in hand

• roman saying "lo-gan"

• janus saying "here it goes" implies that this has happened before

• everyone telling remus no

• the very common idea that an animal will get into your plumbing

• logan's face

• roman gripping his hat

• the sound effect

• "joyman" being a play off roman

• patton agreeing with remus on buzzkill roman

• roman holding his tongue after patton said that

• janus yawning

• remus

• the "yay" sound effect

• the deep "i can't do this"

• janus is casted perfectly

• virgil's pigtail hair

• the multiple "oh"s

• roman covering his mouth with a frown on it

• remus's laugh then saying he looks stupid

• janus is amazing

• the thank yous

• janus and remus being bribed

• they have played this in the past

• remus being best friends with virgil

• janus agreeing then bring up Maya Hawke

• roman immediately having a miscommunication error and yelling at janus

• janus just staring at him

• "hi bud" double wave

• all the heads shaking

• remus

• "simply because we both wear neckties. No for other reason."

• roman making logan angry just to prove a point

• roman saying they like virgil better

• the smiles

• thomas's jaw dropped

• patton avoided eye contact

• janus's look

• roman's noises

• logan's face, bring back up his crosswords

• remus saying what needs to be said

• virgil wanted to win in a fight

• everyone agreeing, expect remus

• the look

• "interrupting cow"

• roman singing for 3 hours and virgil threatening to kill him

• "buddy"

• janus face looking like a wine mom again

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Janus and Logan love to tease and make fun of each other. They're really close and know they're both joking.

One day, Janus teasingly treats Logan as a child, but the soft speaking voice and the words he says causes Logan to regress . And now Janus has an actual child Logan to take care of.

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Dee Little Snake

Summary:  Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter Warnings: Mild angst

Ships: none

Word Count: 2358

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Chapter 4 - Safe at Night

Pulling just so to settle his sweater sleeves in their usual knot against his collar bones, Patton shut his door quietly and continued down the hall. It was late, almost eleven at night, and Patton knew if anyone caught him awake at this hour they’d call him a hypocrite. He and Logan were constantly nagging the others to get to bed earlier- Patton admittedly less so just because he knew how easy it was to accidentally binge Parks and Rec into the wee hours of the morning. Shaking his head he decided it didn’t matter, as long as he was quiet no one would notice anyway.

He stopped outside Virgil’s room, the darkness beneath it not really telling him whether he was awake or not. Too often had he peeked in to check on him so find him sitting up with a blanket over his shoulders and his headphones on, scaring the daylights out of Patton the first few times seeing nothing but Virgil’s pale, spooked face streaked with leftover eyeshadow shining through the darkness. He hadn’t done it as much lately because of- well everything that was going on. He figured if he looked in and Virgil was asleep he wouldn’t want to ruin what little rest he got with how tense things had been.

With that depressing thought he turned to see Roman’s door a little ways down the hall. He hadn’t been coming out much lately, seeming to prefer the company of whatever magical entities he came up with in his world rather than what he could find in the common room. And that was...fine. It was completely fine, of course it was! They all needed a bit of a break every now and again and he couldn’t expect every member of his family to want to be around him all the time.

Except that it had been a few weeks since he had had his meltdown; a few weeks since he had gone back on everything he had ever known to be right and accepted De- Janus- into their lives completely and agreed to work with him rather than actively against him. And he knew- he knew how Roman must have taken it. How many times had he been confused about something but forged ahead anyway because everyone had seemed to need him to have the answers? He was the dad, of course he had answers! But then- those answers had changed as they had grown and earned experience and knowledge but was too stubborn to change along with it, so too then Roman had been. Roman had had his world view flipped just as much as Patton had but Roman had trusted Patton’s insistence that he knew all the answers- and even when he began to admit he didn’t he remained resolute that there were things you just knew- and still Roman trusted that. Now that was wrong, so was Patton, and the one person Patton had always said did nothing but deceive he now knew was one to trust. But Roman was past trusting him, and after so many years Patton really couldn’t blame him.

He realized then how unsettling it would look for him to be simply standing in the middle of the hallway, motionless with a deep frown lining his face. Shaking off the melancholy he brought his hands to his face and rubbed up and down a bit more roughly than was necessary, standing his bangs on end but it fit the late hour so he supposed it didn’t matter. He glanced at Logan’s door but the more responsible side would most definitely be asleep by now so he didn’t even bother stopping, determined to make it to the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe even cocoa before trying to turn in for the night. He could worry about his kiddos when he could string together more than two coherent thoughts that didn’t end with him feeling like he shouldn’t leave his bed for the next ten years at least.

He was going to walk past Janus’ room but paused and cocked his head to listen better. A faint tune could just barely be heard through the door though Patton couldn’t place what it could be. Was Janus playing music? Could he not sleep either? Maybe he’d be willing to join him in the kitchen for a late night snack if he wasn’t too tired; Patton could definitely use the company with the way his thoughts were straying tonight. Stepping closer so his feet were almost right up against the door jam he could see a very faint, warm light shining underneath, He leaned in and held his breath, straining to try and hear whatever it was that was playing. What he heard however only confused him further.

A child’s voice was singing a soft, wordless tune that didn’t seem to have any inspiration behind; just something simple seemingly to keep themselves occupied. Occasionally the tune would stop and they would mumble something he didn’t quite catch but then it would pick back up again just as quietly. Patton leaned away in confusion, sure that he recognized the voice but why-

Dee! Putting the pieces together only made him more confused. If Janus was regressed then why was he alone? And why was he still awake? From what he remembered Dee was only four so it was definitely way past his bedtime and more importantly he didn’t hear Virgil in with him, which definitely meant he was alone considering Virgil was constantly talking to Dee when they were together- much more than when Janus was out of little space but Patton suspected that was just something they’d eventually have to work out. Puffing his cheeks out he debated whether or not he should intrude. Dee was little, up late and alone but Patton had also only found out Janus regressed at all a few days ago and he honestly wouldn’t blame the kiddo if he didn’t fully trust him or want him around just yet, if he ever would at all. Virgil needed his rest, Roman was already mad at both him and Janus, Remus….well anyway- and he was ninety nine percent certain Logan would not be a side Dee would want to know about this.

The door cracked open before he could make up his mind, Dee’s fluffy curls making him smile even though he was internally panicking. Sure he was the more father oriented side but he didn’t know if he was actually good with kids last time he had just seen a crying child and wanted it to stop but this time he was the one almost in tears and he really didn’t want to cry in front of one of his kiddos when they were this small and-

A tiny hand slipping into his brought him out of his thought spiral and he found himself stumbling forward as Dee tugged insistently, leaving the door cracked behind them as he was led to a ring of stuffed animals surrounding a small electric candle. The smaller side let go and patted the space beside him as an offer to Patton, which he took somewhat nervously.

“I can’t do all the voices.” So saying he was handed a floppy stuffed elephant, the poor thing bending in the middle from lack of stuffing but certainly not from lack of hugs it had surely received. Dee picked up a stuffed tiger that was lying prone beside him, no doubt the one he had been playing with before he opened the door. It’s fur was a bit ratty and it was just as floppy as all of them seemed to be- in fact most of these seemed to be copies of Thomas’ old stuffed animals he had had growing up, finding a new purpose in his mind with his smallest side. Patton smiled at the thought of all their past friends finding new adventures with someone who clearly loved them just as much, running his thumbs over the elephants soft ears lovingly as he watched Dee get the tiger into position and begin moving it around in a strange sort of rhythm that looked like an odd sort of dance, picking up his previous humming with the most adorable look of concentration Patton had ever seen. The child looked up at him expectantly, making Patton realize he was probably meant to hum along to whatever performance the tiger was putting on for the rest of them.

Smiling softly he brought the elephant up and began making it dance, clearing his throat before humming quietly along with Dee. He really should be in bed but Patton was loath to ruin this moment. It was so peaceful- the electric candle flickered like a real flame and the lamp in the corner illuminated everything just enough to give the room a soft golden glow to it. The carpet was soft underneath him and the humming, nonsensical as it was, was soothing and just loud enough to remind him what he was doing. He wasn’t exactly sure what game they were playing but he didn't mind not knowing the rules, happy to let Dee set the pace as he swayed from side to side with a small smile on his face. He wished so badly someone else was here to take a picture so he could keep this image in his head for the rest of his life, he didn’t remember Janus ever looking this content even when they were actually kids, and to see it now was as gut wrenching as it was heart melting.

“I don’t know what you’re listening to but if you could at least shut your door it would much apprecia-” Both of their heads snapped up, Dee immediately leaning back to hide most of his small frame behind Patton while said side clutched the elephant to his chest in panic. Logan stood still in the doorway, confusion clear on his face as he stepped in the room and shut the door behind him. “I didn’t mean to- I'm sorry, I can leave. I wasn’t aware-”

Dee poked his head out from behind Patton and waved, making Logan stop again mid-sentence to hesitantly wave back. Patton watched, still a bit tense, as Logan crouched down on the balls of his feet and smiled softly at the smaller side. “May I ask how old you are, Janus?”

“Dee!”

“I apologize, I’ll remember that from now on. May I ask how old you are, Dee?”

Patton smiled as Dee nodded vigorously, tiger still held tight to his chest as he held out four fingers. “I’m four!”

“A very good age to be, there are many milestones to achieve at four years old.”

“Milestones?”

“An action or event marking a significant change or stage in development.” Logan explained. “Most of those happen with a good night’s rest though. Why are you still awake?”

Dee looked down at the stuffed animals in front of his, rocking a little in place. “I wanted to play.”

“Activities like this are usually reserved for when it's daylight. Was there a reason you can’t play then?”

“Everyone else is awake.”

Patton set the elephant down gently. “You’re afraid someone will see you small if you play in the daytime huh?”

Logan pressed his lips together as Dee nodded, seeming to not want to elaborate. “Alright, that’s understandable. So Patton usually looks after you then?”

“No I just-”

“Vee! But he’s asleep.”

“Well, in the morning it might be a good idea then to talk to Virgil about how to better accommodate you during the day so that you can still play but not have to worry about anyone else walking in on you. We might be able to square away a room for you or modify this one so that no one could enter without your permission, provided the door remains shut. How does that sound?”

“You could do that?” Dee’s eyes were enormous as he looked at Logan like he had just confirmed the moon was made of his favorite cheese.

Chuckling softly, the logical side adjusted his glasses. “Theoretically. But we need you well rested if we’re going to figure it out tomorrow.”

Patton smiled as Dee seemed to weigh his options, pouting slightly as he stood and made his way towards the bed. Turning off the candle and moving to set it on the night stand he reached for the blankets but stopped himself before he could do anything. “Do you want tucked in kiddo?”

Nodding shyly Dee laid back and clutched the tiger even tighter while wiggling into a comfortable position. Patton waited until he was done before grabbing up the thick comforter and carefully laying it over him, being sure to tuck it away from his face and loose enough that he could free his arms if he wanted. Smiling he squeezed Dee’s shoulder gently as his eyes drooped tiredly, moving towards the door that Logan was already easing open quietly.

“Goodnight, Dee.”

“Goodnight, Dee. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight. Love you.”

They both paused and looked back but the small side was already asleep, curled around his stuffed animal comfortably. Slipping out of the room Patton smiled at Logan’s small smile, which immediately turned questioning as Patton beamed back at him.

“What?”

“You like kids.”

Taken aback, Logan shook his head. “I just know some basic developmental needs and how to apply them. Liking has nothing to do with it.”

At Patton’s shit-eating grin, Logan rolled his eyes. “They’re pleasant enough to be around when they’re well-behaved.”

“So you-”

“Go to bed Patton.” Logan shook his head as he began to walk back to his room.

“I was gonna make cocoa before I saw Dee was awake. If you were having trouble sleeping I could make enough for both of us-” He let the offer hang as Logan stilled. He knew the other man secretly loved hot cocoa late at night for as much as he preached about proper sleeping schedules.

He smiled wider as Logan walked briskly past him down the stairs. “Just this once, to help us sleep.”

“Sure, Logan.”

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Is it possible to request a kid ritz stimboard :( I can't find any anywhere

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