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Unconditionally

A self indulgent fluff piece? Who, me? Oh, perish the thought!

Agere Patton, CG Roman, fluffy gut-wrenching hurt/comfort

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Roman swayed back and forth in the rocking chair with Patton securely wrapped in his arms, humming an aimless tune under his breath. Patton had been worryingly quiet today, but usually, when he was like this, Roman could eventually get him to talk. It just took some patience, and a whole lot of cuddling certainly never hurt his chances either.

Yet it was only when Roman himself was fading out of consciousness that Patton spoke. “Papa?”

It was barely a whisper, but Roman immediately perked up, brushing his hands gently over Patton’s arms. “What’s up Paddycake?”

“Why. . . Why me? Like- why do you like me?”

Now this was a fear he could easily banish. Sitting up slightly, Roman responded “Well you’re kind, and adorable, and selfless, and bright, and cheerful, and-”

“But-But I’m not always that!” Patton exclaimed, twisting around in Roman’s lap to face him with wide, pleading eyes. “I’m not always good. Why me?”

Roman paused for a moment, slightly shaken by this sudden turn of events. "Oh honey," He said, face softening as he leaned down to place a light kiss on Patton’s forehead. “You don’t have to be good to be loved. I love you no matter how good or bad you are.”

Roman’s distress grew however, as he noticed the tears now in Patton’s eyes, threatening to spill over like a waterfall onto the ground. “I-I d-don’t, I’m-I’m not- What d-did I do, to make you love me? I don’t- I don’t get it I didn’t do anything, why do you-”

“Baby, baby come here.” Roman murmured as he opened up his arms and let Patton’s face fall into his shoulder. He was now crying quietly, with an occasional little sobbing hiccup shaking his body.

“Sweetie, I don’t think that love is conditional.” Roman explained, trying to think of the best way to put it. “You don’t have to do anything to be loved. I love you because of who you are, because you’re a good person, and I like spending time with you. I love you just because I do.”

Patton shook his head as best as he could from the depths of Roman’s shoulder, now clinging tightly to Roman’s shirt with a desperation that made his heart ache.

“Chocolate chip, I’m not going to leave you because you aren’t enough. And I know you might not believe me yet, but I promise baby, no matter what happens I will never stop loving you. Even if you, if you threw a bunch of kittens off a bridge, there will still be a part of me that will always love you!”

Roman smiled ruefully as he heard a small laugh choke it’s way out of Patton’s body. Who did this to him? Who made him think that love needed to be earned, that he didn’t deserve love if he wasn’t good enough? Those were questions that Roman would have to put aside for now, but he felt a hot rush of protectiveness sweep over him at the thought, and a burning desire to take whoever had done it and toss them off the bridge instead of the kittens.

Sighing, Roman looked back at Patton and began rocking again, making small shushing noises, brushing one hand soothingly through his hair and the other in tight circles across his back. Probably not today. And maybe not soon. But one day. Roman swore to himself right then and there, that one day, he was going to tell Patton that he loved him, and Patton would truly believe it, with all his beautiful, wonderful heart. One day.

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(In a sing-song tone)

Thomas chose the building blocks, Thomas chose the building blocks, Thomas chose the building bloooooooooooooooooooo.............!!!!!!!!!!!

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First off, I just wanna say I really like you're writing. I think they're going to end up being some of the stories I read when I want to be little but struggling to do so, level of really like them. Secondly, I was curious if they're on any other platform?

So, if you hadn't already guessed, I'm just not very active in general. I like writing, but it's pretty difficult for me to do, and I tend to get very self conscious about how little I post. Because it's harder on Tumblr to verifiy when a post was made, and also because the formatting is lax, I get less anxiety with it, and so really only post here.

If I ever do post elsewhere though, I'll update here with the info!

#sanders sides #writing is hard #compliment what compliment? #sanders sides agere #really though I'm flattered thank you so so much

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Would you consider Agere Remus with cg patton, Janus, or Logan -💚 Green anon

Well this took an embarrassingly long time to write, but here you go! 1399 words of Remus fluff and shenanigans.

Agere Remus, CG Logan, CG Janus

TW: Bathtime, lots of non-sexual nudity

“Bath. Now” Logan knew he had made the right decision when, instead of giggling maniacally, Remus whined and stomped his foot.

“I’m not that muddy. I can just get new clothes.” Remus said, looking at Logan with his best puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for Remus, Logan was by far the least susceptible to such tactics.

Reaching forward, Logan gingerly grabbed Remus’s far-too-slimy-to-just-be-mud hand before dragging Remus in the direction of one of the two bathrooms they had installed upstairs just for when people were little. “Patton would be very unhappy if he saw you getting dirt everywhere.” Logan responded, opening the door, pulling Remus in, and closing it behind him. “It’s unsanitary.”

Remus whined once more and responded “But it was so fun, though! Me and the other people in the ‘magination got to play in the mud, ‘cause it rained a lot yes’erday, and I made some really cool mud pies, and one of them looked just like a brain!”

Logan smiled to himself as he reached over to turn on the shower. “Well it sounds like you had a good time. Did you make sure to stay in the safe areas of the imagination?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Remus replied, testing the temperature of the water before reluctantly getting in. “No big ‘venjures when I’m liddle, I know, I know.”

There was a momentary lapse in the conversation as Logan helped Remus scrub off the more stubborn patches of dirt. Then, “Hey Logan? Why is dirt unsantidary?”

And with that they were off, with Remus asking more and more questions that Logan would try to answer as best he could, interspersed with long stories from Remus that were just as likely to make sense as not.

Once Logan had scrubbed off the dirt to his satisfaction, he started up the bath and pulled out the bath toys, which made Remus perk up considerably. Now their conversation was mostly about Prince Ken, who started off well meaning but quickly became a zombie, then a lich lord, only to be strangled by a Kraken and left as a warning to trespassers, and so on and so forth.

Time passed pleasantly, and before long Remus’s hair was washed, body clean as it could be, and it was time for him to get out.

“But Looooogaaaaannnnn.” Remus frowned, splashing his arms stubbornly in the water. “I need to know if the Kwagen ever fines his dwew love!”

Logan raised an eyebrow as he reached into the bathtub and pulled out the plug. “I thought he accidentally murdered his true love when he killed Prince Ken.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’ know dat!”

“Well, he’ll just have to find out next time.” Logan said, gently pulling Remus up and out.

A few moments passed as Logan dried him off before Remus broke the silence. “Why do people have to wear clothes?”

It took a lot of self control for Logan not to choke on air. Oh boy. Remus had a penchant for asking difficult questions, but this one was certainly a stand out. How could he explain this to Remus? More importantly, an age regressed Remus? “Well Remus,” He started, wrapping the towel around Remus in an attempt to stall. “If we didn’t have clothes, we would get dirty faster, and then we’d have to take more baths. And that wouldn’t be fun, now would it?”

“Well yeah, but like, why do we have to wear stuff inside?”

Tugging Remus along behind him, Logan realized that Remus would most likely not retire this topic of conversation until he was satisfied with the answer. Plan B, then. “How about we ask Patton that later, hmm? He knows that kind of stuff better than I do.”

Remus didn’t respond as they finally entered his room. Letting go of Remus’s hand, Logan walked into the closet and allowed himself a deep breath. That had been a close one. Hopefully, Patton would be able to come up with a suitable answer. Logan found that Patton was simply more able to communicate that way with the littles than he was.

It hit Logan then. A feeling of terror radiated from his chest as he considered the stillness of the air. Remus hadn’t spoken for a while now. Slowly turning around, the sensation in his chest imploded as he took in the empty room and open door.

OH.

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Janus thought he knew what to expect when he heard someone enter the kitchen. It was either a regressed Roman or Remus, perhaps regressed perhaps not; no other sides had such heavy and uneven footsteps. So it was to his chagrin, as he turned around, that he wasn’t necessarily wrong. He just hadn’t anticipated Remus to be in such a. . . state.

“Hey Janny?” Remus asked, walking further into the kitchen and looking around with a small frown. “Where’s Paddy?”

“Patton is taking a break while I make lunch.” Janus said, turning back around temporarily to switch off the stove before facing Remus again. “How might I be of service, Your Grace?”

Remus giggled at Janus’s small bow before sucking in a huge breath of air and responding “So I asked Logan why people wear clothes, and he said because then people would get dirty and have to take lotta baths, but then I said ‘What about inside?’ and he said that he didn’ know and to ask Paddon, which is weird because Logan knows everything, so now I need to find Paddy.”

Oh dear. One thing that Janus most certainly didn’t need right now was a naked Remus wandering around the mindscape searching for Patton. In fact, he didn’t think anyone needed that ever.

“Well it seems that you’re in luck." Janus said, stepping forward slightly and allowing the words to flow effortlessly from his lips. "For you see, I am the only other person besides Patton in the mindscape who knows the secret.”

The second Remus leaned forward and asked “What secret?” Janus knew that a light had gone off in his head. He had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Now to reel him in.

“But I’m not so sure I should tell you, dear Remus. After all, it is a secret for a reason.” Janus put on a thoughtful expression and leaned back casually against the stove. “Hmmm. . . Decisions decisions. . .”

Remus came up besides him now and tugged on his sleeve, a pout forming on his face. “Please please pleeeaaaaase tell me, I pwomise, I won’ tell anyone else ever!”

“Well, I gueeessss. . .” Janus said, smothering a smile and playing it up as best as he could. “If you’re really sure that you won’t tell anyone.”

Remus nodded eagerly, and Janus gestured for him to lower his head so Janus could whisper in his ear. “It’s so that the monsters won’t want to eat us.” Remus tilted his head and opened his mouth to interrupt, but Janus continued. “If we’re wearing icky clothes, it makes them much less likely to see us as a tasty snack. Monsters like people, not clothes.”

“But why is it a secret?” Remus said, pulling back with a frown.

“Because it might scare people!” Janus explained, drawing his hand up to his chest dramatically. “What do you think Virgil would do if he found out? Or Roman? Even Logan would most likely be disturbed at such news. That’s why we don’t talk about it very often.”

Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye, Janus figured he should probably wrap things up. “Now I believe you should go get dressed. Logan and Patton look like they’ve been looking for you.”

Remus turned around and took in the sight of a very frazzled Logan and a flustered Patton. “Hey!” Remus shouted, bounding over to Logan and Patton and wrapping them in a big hug. “I wanna go get dressed now.”

“Good.” Logan said before slowly untangling them from Remus’s embrace and grasping his hand firmly.

As Logan guided Remus out of the room, he suddenly turned around and shouted back to Janus “Don’ worry. I won’ tell anyone.” And with that, they were gone.

Janus hummed to himself, allowing a smile to slip onto his face as he switched the stovetop back on and resumed cooking.

“Hey Janus?” Patton said, presumably still lingering in the kitchen entrance. “What did Remus mean when he said that he wouldn’t tell anyone?”

“Why Patton- It’s a secret.”

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Old Habits

So I got Covid, which on one hand kinda sucks, but on the other means I have a lot more time to write! I now present to you, dear readers, 4405 words of sick fic.

Agere Janus, CG Virgil, Agere Remus, CG Logan, CG Patton, CG Roman

TW: Sickness, descriptions of overstimulation, nausea, not wanting to eat food due to said nausea, no one actually throws up though.

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As soon as Janus woke up, he knew it was going to be a bad day. His mouth curved into a deep frown as he sat there for a moment, staring up at the light gray ceiling above him. Maybe this is what people meant when they said ‘Waking up on the wrong side of the bed.’ Sighing, he tried to push his blankets off only for it to hit him. And by ‘it’ he meant everything. His head pounded, the heat radiating off his body clashed with the cool air around it, and his throat throbbed in pain as he gasped. Huh. So that’s why he was in such a bad mood.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he felt a sudden anger lash through him. He didn’t wanna be sick! He didn’t wanna stay inside his room all day! He wanted to feel better, he wanted to go outside and play with the others, and- Oh. Oh, he was age regressed. Great. Now on top of everything else, he would have to spend the day as a nine year old. Which, honestly, wouldn’t have been half bad most days. But he had told the others he would tell them if he regressed. They had all promised. Old instincts of hiding away clashed with his desire to be with the others, to be taken care of.

Janus groaned again. All this thinking was making his head hurt even more. Twisting around, he slid off his bed and immediately regretted it. He wanted to borrow back under the covers again. He wouldn’t, though.

Thinking for a bit longer, he decided on a compromise. He didn’t have to tell them he was sick (he could take care of that on his own), but he would still tell them that he had regressed. He would still go out.

He didn’t bother to change out of his pajamas. Since he was regressed, the others probably wouldn’t find it weird, and he couldn’t bring himself to get into anything less comfortable. He did, however, make sure to slip on a green bracelet to symbolize to the others that he was regressed.

Opening his door, he stomped out into the hallway and down to the kitchen, growing grumpier the further he walked. The lights were too bright. The hallway smelled weird. The texture of carpet against his feet felt scratchy. Anything and everything was getting on his nerves, and he had worked himself up into quite the mood by the time he got to the kitchen, the smell of breakfast, but the eggs especially, assaulting his nose.

“Morning Janus!” Patton said just a bit too loudly, his smile glaring widely from across the room.

Janus frowned, folded his arms, and marched over to sit in his chair at the table next to Virgil, who was hunched over his morning coffee, nursing it in comfortable silence. He may have to be outside his room today, but he most certainly did not have to enjoy it.

Patton came around and sat at the chair across from Janus’s. “Well someone’s in a mood today.” He teased, smiling softly as he reached out to touch Janus’s arm. Janus pulled away and glared at Patton, who leaned back in his chair, holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright kiddo, no touching today. Gotcha.” Still smiling, Patton quirked his head to the side and continued. “So, how old are you today?”

Maybe if Janus didn’t respond, Patton would leave him alone. But he had no such luck. After about half a minute of uncomfortable silence, Janus finally spat out “I’m not nine.” Why couldn’t Patton just leave him alone?

“Hey.” Virgil interjected firmly, giving Janus a look over his mug. “Try to play nice, Jan.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” Janus muttered, bringing his leg up onto the chair with him and looking off to the side. And before Virgil could respond, a loud voice trumpeted through the air, bursting through the morning calm, not to mention everyone’s eardrums.

“Good MORNING fellow mind palace denizens! Now, what are those absolutely scrumptious things I smell, wafting through the air, giving the kitchen an absolutely heavenly aura?”

It took all of Janus’s self control not to curl up into a ball in response to Roman’s loud proclamations. Patton just giggled and gestured towards the food he had ready on the counter. His head was pounding again, and he could feel himself edging towards tears. But before he could snap at Roman, Virgil beat him to it.

“JESUS princey, do you have an off button?” He said, dramatically moving his hands up to his ears as if checking for blood. “Or at the very least a volume control? Some of us are still waking up.”

“Well, Mr. Short, Snark, and Broody, I’ll have you know that some of us aren’t nocturnal.” Roman shot back, a teasing lilt in his now quieter voice. “Oh and padre,” Roman continued, walking across the kitchen to sit down in his chair with an unnecessary flourish. “Logan said he and Remus will be out in a few minutes. He just needs some extra time to get Remus ready.”

“Oh, so Remus is still regressed then?” Patton said, standing up and grabbing armfuls of food to place on the table.

“Yep.” Roman said, becoming very obviously distracted at the sight of food. “We still have a little devil munchkin on our hands.”

Janus could feel Virgil’s staring at him as he tried to keep glaring at the table. The more people got that he was in a bad mood and left him alone, the less people would figure out he was sick. So why wasn’t Virgil getting it?

Finally, Roman noticed Janus, and more importantly, the green band around Janus’s wrist. “Oh, and what age might you be, little Kaa?”

Janus knew he needed to get his temper under control, and quickly. A bad mood could be a good deterrent, but too much and he could get in trouble. Another part of him, however, simply didn’t care.

“I already said, I’m not nine.” Janus snapped.

Roman raised an eyebrow at Janus’s words. “Well, careful with the fangs there! You could do some real damage with those, you know.” He said, poking Janus playfully. But instead of smiling or poking him back like he usually would, Janus just huffed, still looking down at the table.

After a moment of silence in which Janus could hear the rustling of cloth and see arms move out of the corners of his eyes, Virgil finally said “He’s just in a mood this morning.” And Janus’s frown twisted into a scowl. Just a mood. . .

Patton took to humming a simple tune, filling the silence as he placed the last of the food on the table. The conversation started up again as the other sides helped Patton finish setting up, the familiar banter of Roman and Virgil interspersed with commentary and lighter conversation from Patton. Janus took the calm moment to collect himself again. He couldn’t afford to go picking fights. He just needed to make it through breakfast. He could do this.

Logan walked in just as they began to serve themselves, holding Remus up against his hip. Remus looked around the room with bright eyes, still in a onesie and sucking absentmindedly on one of his pacifiers. Janus watched as Patton cooed at the sight and helped Logan get Remus into his high chair, noting that the band on Remus’s wrist that used to be blue was now purple.

Janus needed to eat, but today the thought of food turned his stomach. He could probably comfortably eat a little, but he would have to eat around his normal amount so as to not be suspicious. Finally, Janus reached for his plate only to find it had already been snatched out from under his nose. He looked up in time to see Virgil put the last of the eggs on his now stuffed plate and place it in front of him.

Irritation curled in his chest again, a self-righteous anger that Janus didn’t bother to question. “I totally can’t serve myself.” Janus said, hunching over what seemed like mountains of eggs and bacon and toast. 

“Not if you wait that long you can’t.” Virgil retorted, biting into his toast. Gosh, what was wrong with him today? Janus was beginning to regret not just staying in his room. Out here, it was growing harder and harder not to just snap at everyone and everything.

He bit his lip and turned back to his food. One bite. Then another. Then another. He let himself begin to relax slightly into the conversation around him, mindlessly shoveling the food into his mouth.

Then the intrusive bubbliness of Patton’s voice filled his ears again. “So kiddo, what do you think you’re gonna be up to today? Got any plans?”

Janus had to remind himself to stay calm. It was just Patton. He didn’t mean any harm. “I think I’m gonna go back to bed after breakfast.” Janus said, the words spinning effortlessly from his lips. “Then I’ll probably just hang out. I don’t really have any plans today.”

“Oh, are you tired? Did you stay up too late last night?” Janus nodded along to Patton’s words. He was starting to get nauseous from all the food. But he had to keep going. He was almost halfway done.

Logan spoke up from the high chair where he was sitting next to Remus, helping the younger side with his food. “Sleeping right after breakfast would be inadvisable. Rather, you should stay up and try for a mid-afternoon nap. You are more used to taking a nap then versus mid morning, so it would disrupt your sleep schedule the least, and studies have shown that going to bed directly after eating can disrupt digestion.”

And in only a few seconds all the self control he had managed to gather disappeared. “Nobody asked you, Logan.” Janus said testily, immediately wishing he could take back his words. Darn it, he was trying! It was everyone else that kept on annoying him.

Logan seemed taken aback at first, but very quickly became distracted as Remus elbowed his sippy cup off the high chair. Instead, it was Virgil who turned towards Janus, looking right at him even as he curled away. “This is your second warning, Janus. Any more attitude and you’re gonna be in trouble. I know you’re tired, but Logan was just trying to help.”

“Yeah because I totally asked for and wanted it. It’s not like he butt into the conversation or anything.” All of Janus’s careful plans and schemes were out the window now. He was tired, he was irritated, nauseous, in pain, overstimulated, and above all just wanted to be left alone. Was that too much to ask?

Janus heard the scraping of wood against tile and jolted as his chair was yanked back and Janus found himself looking directly at an angry Virgil. “You apologize to Logan right now, Janus. That was not okay.”

Janus pressed his lips into a thin line and looked away. He wasn’t going to give in.

Virgil studied his face for a few more seconds before sighing, his expression unreadable. “Go to your room Janus. We’ll talk about things when you’ve calmed down enough to listen.”

Janus twisted around in his seat and marched out of the kitchen, head held high but fists clenched. He went back to his room as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to slam the door behind him. That would only make his headache worse.

Well, things hadn’t gone exactly the way he had wanted them to, but at least he was back in his bedroom. The events of the morning swirled around in his brain, making him angrier the more he thought about them. Why did everyone have to be so annoying!

But he hadn’t meant to be so mean to Logan. He didn’t really mean what he said. He had just wanted to sleep after breakfast. He had given Roman the cold shoulder, pushed at Virgil, and snapped at Patton, poor Patton, who just wanted to be nice, all because he couldn’t stop hiding. Because of a few lies to make himself more comfortable at others expense. At his own expense.

The thought of being completely honest and vulnerable with the others still scared him. Janus had never been one to lay himself out for the world to see. But things were different now. That didn’t mean he magically trusted them, or was going to be honest all the time. It had only been a few months since everyone had decided to suddenly become bff’s, and Janus found that old habits died hard. Still… He should probably tell them he was sick. He owed them that, at least.

Janus was starting to doze by the time that Virgil opened the door, holding in his hands the rest of Janus’s stomach-turning food. Carefully closing the door behind him, set the plate down on his desk and sat gingerly on the bed.

“You up for talking?” Virgil said softly, fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket. Janus sat up slowly and nodded. Just rip it off. Like a band aid.

“I know you’re tired,” Virgil began, voice getting firmer as he gained momentum. “But you were being mean to everyone who tried to talk to you. You snapped at me and Patton, ignored Roman, and were really rude to Logan, who just wanted to help.”

“Yeah.” Janus said, gaze still fixed on the bedspread. He just needed to open his mouth. Say the words. But now that Virgil was here, he had frozen. It was always so much easier to just stay quiet than to speak up.

“I talked with the others, and we agreed no TV for today, and you need to apologize to each of us personally.” Virgil continued. “And we want you to try and stay up until the afternoon. If you can’t, then we aren’t gonna force you to stay up, but Logan was right. It’s better if you don’t.”

Janus nodded in agreement. Maybe he didn’t have to say anything after all. He could just apologize to everyone and call it a day. Hang out on the couch and play with the others like he’d planned. Try to stay up, but if he ‘accidentally’ fell asleep, no one would question it. There still might be issues if he didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t have to though. Did he really have to?

First things first. Turning towards Virgil, Janus looked down at his fidgeting hands, forcing them to stay still. “I’m sorry for not listening to you.” Janus said, his voice a soft whisper. “You just wanted me to not lash out at everyone, and I did it anyways. I should have listened, and I’m sorry.”

After a moment of silence, Janus could feel Virgil move closer to him on the bed and slowly open up his arms. “Cuddles?” He asked, his head ducking to the side nervously.

And if that didn’t sound wonderful. Nodding, Janus opened his arms and let himself be pulled onto Virgil’s lap. The smell of lavender and coffee filled his nose as he buried his face in Virgil’s shoulder. The warmth of his body seeped through his jacket and the only thing Janus could hear was the sound of hushed breaths filling the air. Slowly, Virgil began to sway back and forth, and if Janus wasn’t careful, he could probably fall asleep right here, wrapped comfortably in his arms. 

“Thank you for apologizing, Janus.” Virgil said, voice rippling through the still air. “I know that you’re still getting used to being a kid around the others, and you weren’t at your best today. But.... Janus?” Janus started slightly, replying “Hm?” as Virgil continued to rock.

“So, you know I can get nervous about things, and I can overthink things that aren’t a big deal, or think something means something when it really doesn’t, but, are you sure you’re okay? You usually don’t get irritated like you did, and you’ve barely looked at anyone all day. And I know you’re tired, and it’s probably just that, but I- I just wanna be sure. You’re okay, right? You aren’t hiding things?”

Virgil had always been the best at seeing through Janus’s lies. But his fate wasn’t set in stone yet. All he had to do was say yes. Turn around and give him a reassuring smile, let out a soft laugh when Virgil smiled back in relief that it had just been him overthinking things like always. But Janus could feel the guilt curl up in his chest just thinking about it. He had told them he’d be more honest. He had promised. Like a band aid.

“I-” He started only to have the words stick in his throat. He could do it! Well. Maybe one little lie couldn’t hurt. “I don’t feel like I might be a little sick.” He whispered, trying to get it all out in one quick breath.

Virgil shifted Janus around until he was suddenly staring right into his wide eyes. “You’re sick!?!” Janus winced at the volume, and Virgil reached up to put the back of his hand on Janus’s forehead, bringing the other hand up to run his fingers through Janus’s hair. “Where does it hurt? Do you have a fever? Do you know if you have a fever? Are you sore anywhere? Do you feel nauseous? Did you throw up?” 

“It’s not that bad.” Janus whined, leaning back as Virgil fussed over him. He wasn’t dying or anything. Gosh. 

Virgil stared at him again, opening his mouth to say something before closing it and looking away. After a few moments had passed, Virgil looked up again, gently shifted Janus out of his lap, and grabbed his hand. “C’mon. We’re gonna have Logan take a look at you.”

Janus whined in protest, but allowed himself to be pulled out the door and, eventually, into the kitchen. Patton was the only one left, humming to himself as he put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher. When that was done, he turned towards Janus and Virgil, smiling as he said “Hey kiddos! You guys sort things out?”

Another pang of guilt hit Janus as he remembered he still needed to apologize. Opening his mouth, he wasn’t even able to make a sound as Virgil promptly cut him off. “Have you seen Logan?” He said, scanning the kitchen intently.

“Oh, um, I think they’re just in the living room.” Patton said, blinking rapidly and pointing towards the room in question.

Virgil flushed slightly as he looked in the direction that Patton had pointed. “Thanks Pat.” He said, tugging Janus towards the living room. But Janus wasn’t ready to go yet. He dug his heels into the ground and yanked his hand out of Virgil’s.

Spinning around as quickly as he could without falling over, Janus blurted out “I’m sorry Patton. About breakfast- I didn’t mean anything; I was just lashing out. I’m sorry.”

Pattons expression melted from confusion to compassion, and he walked forward to wrap his arms around Janus in a warm embrace. “That’s alright, Jan. Just try not to do it again, okay?” Janus hummed in response and begrudgingly let Patton go as he pulled back.

Janus slowly turned back around and was relieved to see that Virgil didn’t look mad. Instead, he knelt down and held out his arms in a silent invitation. “C’mon.” Janus didn’t usually like being picked up when he was older, but today he found himself eagerly rushing over to Virgil and burying his face into Virgil’s jacket to try to fend off the dizzy rush that came with being lifted into the air too fast.

Virgil started walking again, but Janus kept his head right where he’d put it, instead focusing on the quick, long strides that gave his blissfully dark world rhythm and shape. He could hear Roman and Remus more clearly now, playing some type of game together as Virgil walked into the living room. Too soon, in Janus’s opinion, Virgil came to a halt next to what Janus thought was Logan’s armchair. He was probably reading some book.

“Hey Logan?” Virgil started, his hushed voice rumbling slightly in his chest. “Do you think you could look at Janus? He says he’s not feeling well.”

“Of course. May I?”

Janus resisted the urge to grumble as he was lifted out of Virgil’s embrace and onto Logan’s lap. With a flick of his wrist, a small white case with a red cross appeared in Logan’s hand, which Janus recognized as Logan’s medical kit.

The first thing Logan took out was a stethoscope, and with practiced efficiency he put it on and placed the cold metal up to Janus’s chest. “Can you take a deep breath in for me?” Logan said, looking softly in his eyes. Janus felt his irritation spike. Well obviously. But a gentle squeeze of Virgil’s hand brought him back to his senses. He’d messed up enough for today.

Speaking of which, as soon as Logan was done checking his heartbeat, Janus took in one last deep breath, closing his eyes as he did so. “Logan, I’m sorry about breakfast. I was just tired and when you said that I shouldn’t go to bed I got mad. I shouldn’t’ve said that stuff.”

A moment passed and then “Janus?” He looked out and found himself staring directly into Logan's deep blue eyes. “Apology accepted. I know you did not mean anything that you said.”

With some coaxing and praise from Logan and with Virgil’s hand in Janus’s, he managed to get through the rest of the check up without getting irritated or lashing out (which, although he was loath to admit it, made Janus pretty proud of himself).

“Well, right now it is looking like a minor cold, but we should keep a close eye on him just the same.” Logan said, placing the last of his things back into the white case. “His temperature is no higher than average, but there is the possibility that he could develop a fever.”

“Awww, is my little kiddo sick? Is that what you guys are doing over here?” Patton had scooted across the floor from where he had been playing with Remus and Roman, bringing a hand up to ruffle it gently through Janus’s hair.

Logan hummed. “Indeed. Would you be so kind as to retrieve some Tylenol and lozenges from the medicine cabinet?” Patton nodded and rushed out of the room, and only then did Janus notice Remus, who must’ve been crawling right behind Patton.

“Sick?” Remus said, pointing to Janus and looking back at Roman with a wide-eyed expression.

Roman walked over to where everyone was now and sat down beside Remus, legs criss-crossed together. “Mmm-hmm. He’s feeling yucky.”

“Yugy!” Remus copied, scrunching up his face and clapping his hands together. While Roman and Virgil cooed over Remus, Patton finally brought back the medicine.

Janus eyed it warily. It was probably cherry flavored. The thought of it made him shiver. But he already knew he wasn’t getting out of this. Once that whole terribleness was over, he was finally allowed to squirm out of Logan’s lap and onto the floor.

While the others talked above him, Janus turned his attention to Roman, who was trying to show Remus how to play some form of patty cake.

“Hey Janus. How you holding up?” Roman said eventually as Remus became more interested in playing with Romans fingers than learning the game.

Janus shrugged. He was still tired, but he felt a bit better than before. The benefits of eating breakfast, he supposed.

“Sorry about earlier.” Janus said, looking up at Roman and Remus wearily.

Before he could continue his apology, Roman cut him off with a wave of his free hand. “Consider it water under the bridge. No hard feelings.”

“Janny sad?” Remus said, losing interest in Romans fingers as he looked over at Janus intensely.

“Just tired, Ree.” Janus said with a small smile. A smile which was then immediately wiped off his face as Remus opened his arms wide, leaned forward, and shouted “HUGS!”

Now, normally a hug would be fine. But there were two very important things that little Remus was forgetting. The first was that, at 6’2, he was roughly a foot taller than Janus. The second was that at the angle Remus was coming from, he wasn’t going to hug Janus so much as fall on him.

He only had a second to brace himself before he was tackled onto the carpeted floor. More words flew overhead as lay dazed, head throbbing. He didn’t want to cry, but he could feel the tears already pricking at the edge of his vision. He faintly registered a weight being lifted off of him as arms wrapped around him, picking him up from the floor.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Virgil said as he began to rock back and forth, rubbing circles into Janus’s back. “It’s okay, you can let it out. You can cry.”

That was all it took for him to begin sobbing quietly into his shoulder. He could hear the others soft words of comfort and even a faint “Sowy, sowy!” Shouted from the other side of the room. He could feel Virgil shift into motion as he walked out of the living room, through the kitchen and the hallway, then finally, into his own room.

Once inside, Vigil layed Janus gently on the bed, head on his pillow, pulling the blankets up over him.

“Virgil? What are you doing?” Janus questioned, trying not to rub his eyes. Wasn’t he not supposed to go to bed yet?

Virgil walked over to the dresser before pulling out a night light and plugging it into the wall. “Logan agreed that if you’re sick, you probably need all the sleep you can get. If you weren’t it would be better not to, but it’ll just be for today, so it shouldn’t matter.”

Oh. Well, all that drama for nothing then, Janus supposed. Virgil bent over and placed a quick kiss on Janus’s forehead, grabbed the now cold plate of food from the desk, then went to leave. Looking back, Virgil said “Goodnight Jan-Jan. Sweet dreams.”

“G’night Virgil.”

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Kids Can’t Drive

So I’ve had this saved in my computer for a while now, figured it should be the next thing I post. 1383 words.

Agere Logan CG Patton

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Logan closed the car door and let his head fall onto the steering wheel. What an awful day. First the printers hadn’t been working, then Virgil had called in sick, and then Logan had the blame placed on him for something that was entirely not his fault, a debacle which took the first half of the day to sort out and the last half to fix.

He was tired. Just tired. All the drama at work combined with lack of sleep from the night before, culminating in a massive headache. Maybe he should take some ibuprofen later.

But at least there was Patton waiting for him at home. Considering that he was going to be late, Logan decided that it would probably be best to inform Patton in advance. Opening his phone, Logan froze, suddenly entranced by the picture that served as his home screen.

There wasn’t anything especially unique or different about it. He hadn’t noticed something there that wasn’t before. It was just a picture of him and Patton cuddling together on the couch with numerous blankets and stuffed animals around them, Patton smiling that devious smile of his while memorializing Logan’s reaction to a particularly atrocious pun. It had been his home screen for quite a while now, but Logan couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. A simple reminder was all he needed, a trigger that pulled him in and wouldn’t let go. In a split second, Logan had slipped from big to small. Logan began to panic. He had never age regressed without meaning to (not to mention without Patton there), and now he was scared. All the sudden the car seemed so big, and Logan felt too small and too vulnerable. Tears began to fall down his cheeks, and he tried desperately to age up again. To think big thoughts, to use big words. To be big. He really really wanted to, but he couldn’t! The more he tried the more upset he became, and the more his head hurt, until eventually he gave up, sobbing with his arms wrapped around his knees.

He wanted Daddy! Daddy Daddy Daddy! He didn’t want to be big, he wanted Daddy to come cuddle him and tell him that he loved him and to make everything all better!

Wait! He still had his phone, which meant he could call Daddy. Bringing his phone back up, he shakily entered the password and pressed speed dial.

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Patton lunged for his phone as soon as he heard the first notes of the Doctor Who theme song ring through the air, knocking over a cup of water in the process. Whoops. But he could clean that up later. Right now Logan was calling, and Logan was more important than a cup of water anyday! Besides, he was usually on his way home right about now, so it was weird for him to be calling.

“Hiya Logan! What’s up? Besides the sky, obviously.” Patton never got tired of using that line.

A sniffle came through the line, and then a small, shaky “Daddy?”

Immediately Patton felt a jolt of concern race through him, and he straightened up (not entirely, of course. That was impossible). “Hey baby, are you all right?” Patton crooned, using his softest voice. “What’s wrong, Logie bear?”

All of the sudden Logan began to wail. Oh no, oh no this was not good at all. Logan was regressed who knows where, and Patton wasn’t with him.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay baby, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s here.” Patton said, trying to calm him down. “It’s gonna be okay, honey.”

Logan’s sobs subsided somewhat, and with a wobbling voice, he began to talk. “Daddy, the big mean boss man yelled at me, and I tried to help, but they were still mad, and they said I did wrong things I didn’t do, and my head really really hurts, and now I’m small, but I didn’t mean to-”

Logan began to cry again, and it took another minute for Patton to be able to calm him down enough for Patton to be able to understand him.

“I need you, Daddy.” Those words went right through Patton’s heart. He had to get to Logan, and fast.

“Baby, can you tell me where you are right now, so Daddy can come get you?”

“I’m in the car, ‘cause I wanted to drive home, but I don’t know if I can.” Logan said, his voice breaking again.

Patton grabbed an empty bag from the closet and began to look around for Logan’s regression gear. “Shh, Logie, that’s okay, it’s okay for little boys not to know how to drive. I’m going to get an uber to take me to you, and then I’m going to drive you home. How does that sound?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

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Logan felt a lot better now that he was talking to Daddy. He sucked on his thumb as Daddy sang him songs and said silly things to make him laugh. Logan peeked out the window as a car pulled into the parking lot. Could that be Daddy? His suspicions were confirmed when Patton got out of the car, a bag over his shoulder, and looked around, scanning the parking lot.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Logan squealed. “I can see you!” Not wanting to wait a second longer, Logan hung up the phone, threw open the car door, and raced over to Patton, nearly throwing him off balance as Logan wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in his shoulder.

“Hey bubba.” Daddy said softly, carding his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan just melted into Patton, letting himself absorb every bit of him. The feeling of Patton’s breath on his ear and his fingers in his hair. The warmth of his body on Logan’s. The sound of his slowing heartbeat. The smell of his cologne. He didn’t ever wanna let go.

But eventually, Daddy stepped back, despite Logan’s loud whine of protest. “Now let’s get you back to the car.” Daddy said. He tried to grab Logan’s hand, but instead Logan wrapped his arms around Patton’s arm, and hugged it tightly.

“Well you sure are clingy today.” Patton observed, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. But Logan just whined again. It wasn’t funny!

And so they both walked back to the car with Logan still hanging onto Patton. The first thing Patton did was close the still open front door. Then, Patton turned to face Logan.

“Honey, I need you to let go of my arm now so I can drive us both home.” Patton explained gently. But Logan just squeezed Patton’s arm tighter and buried his face in Patton’s shoulder again. He knew he was being irrational, but he didn’t want to let go of Daddy yet! It wasn’t fair.

“Logie bear, if you don’t let go of my arm, I can’t show you all the cool things I brought for you in my bag.” At this Logan perked up slightly. So the bag did have his little things in it! But he still didn’t want to let go, though.

“Logan, I don’t want to make you let go, but I will if I have to. Are you going to be a good boy or are we going to have a problem?” No! Logan stepped back slightly and shook his head. He didn’t want Daddy to be mad at him. But he didn’t want to let go either. After thinking about it for a moment, Logan harrumphed and slowly loosened his grip on Patton’s arm.

Patton got on his tippy-toes and pressed a quick kiss against Logan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby.” Taking the bag off his shoulders, Patton unzipped it and held up, to Logan’s delight, his favorite stuffy, a dark blue dog appropriately named Blueberry.

Logan quickly snatched him from Patton and cradled him tightly in his arms. Chuckling, Patton guided Logan to the passenger side and ushered him in.

Once he was buckled and had been given some medicine to help with the headache, Patton pulled out a pacifier and slipped it into Logan’s mouth. Logan practically melted into his seat as he sucked on it. After all of today’s events, he was tired. But things were all better now. Daddy had made it all better.

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Another agere sanders sides fan who also regresses! Welcome!! 💕

Yay! Thanks for having me. When I first looked into agere Sanders Sides I really didn’t expect much, so it’s nice to know there’s a lot of other people out there who like it.

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heyhey!! just so u know, try not to use “SS” as an abbreviation for Sanders Sides!! it has a rlly yucky history, so try to use “TS” or “SaSides” instead!!

Oh- thank you for the heads up! I've changed it so now it just reads "Sanders Sides"

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Intro Post and Blog Information

Why hello there, fellow sentient entity! I'm not much for introductions, so let's get down to business, shall we?

Things to Know About this Blog

I want this blog to be SFW, so I ask that any reblogs of or comments on this content also be SFW. I want people to be able to read through this blog and not have to fear being triggered by those sorts of things. Also, I'm a really small blog. I look through who's liking my stuff, and I'm getting tired of being blindsided by fetish blogs. If you really want to read my work and can't be bothered to interact with it through sfw accounts, just copy paste it somewhere, or don't like/reblog. Pretty please. It's not that hard.

Speaking of triggers, if there are any I miss warning about in anything I post, feel free to speak up and tell me. I would hate to be unintentionally triggering folks!

I write this blog mostly for fun and to keep myself writing, so I would ask that critiques be kept to the technical, such as pointing out bad spelling, grammar, and formatting, confusing or wrongly structured sentences, etc. etc. rather than things like premise, plot, characterization, POV choice, etc. etc.

Requests are great! Feel free to send them to me. I can’t promise I will write it, but I like prompts in general, this blog is really small, and I have a lot of free time on my hands, so your chances are pretty good.

I'm a multishipper with a love of all genres and everything from the fluffiest fluff to the angstiest angst, and I will do pretty much any pairing/s with any age range. The only exception to this is I don’t write any of Thomas’s friends in anything but an NPC role, and write strictly Character!Thomas, not actual Thomas.

You can also send messages just to chat, or about random Sanders Sides agere things. I'm kinda shy, so I probably won't be proactive about my presence on this blog, but I am more than happy to interact with my fellow tumblr denizens!

Master List of all Fictional Writings on this Blog

Stand Alone Writings

501-1000 Word Stand Alones

Goodnight- Agere Roman CG Logan

Unconditionally- Agere Patton CG Roman

1001-1500 Word Stand-Alones

Kid’s Can’t Drive- Agere Logan CG Patton

Multi-Part Writings

In the Mindscape: A collection of short stories taking place in the mindscape, where everyone gets along and occasionally regresses. Shorts are ordered from first to last in story time, not in the order which they were posted.

  Old Habits, Baby Bathtime Bonanza, 

Things of Note About Me that are not Covered in the Blog Description for the Especially Curious:

Despite being in my late teens, I have no idea how social media really works, so feel free to correct me if I do something wrong or break an unspoken rule.

I’m terrible with tech. Like, old person levels of terrible. Once again, feel free to give advice if the formatting is wonky or I thought I hyperlinked something but didn’t, etc etc

I myself am an age regressor! My age range is usually 4-6, but I suspect I could extend my range to 3-9 if I tried, especially if I had a cg to help.

I like anime. My favorite color is gray-purple, followed by scarlet, marsh green, and blue-green. I hold interest in witchy things but do not currently practice. I work a full time office job. I will sometimes rp, but I tend to be particular about it, so…

And I think that’s it for now. I will continue to update the master list for my writing, including adding a miscellaneous section for anything Sanders Sides agere that I post that isn’t fanfic. Thanks for reading through this and I hope you like what you find here. Alright guys, gals, and non-binary pals, PEACE OUT!

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Goodnight

So I wasn’t really planning on posting anything until I actually finished polishing the blog and posting an intro thing, but I was assaulted by this idea at about 2 AM and I have no patience, so have 625 words of fluff, I guess.

Agere Roman and CG Logan

Roman let out a sigh as he lay down, letting himself relax into the comfort of Logan's arms. The familiar sounds of his apartment, the hum of the fridge and the static of the heater, permeated the air as always, along with the soft drizzle of rain against the window pane. But with Logan there, things just didn’t feel the same. Everything was just so much more... filling.

Filling was a bit of an odd way to describe it, but it fit the best out of all the words Roman had tried. It was like he'd never realized what he was missing until it was there, filling him to the brim with joy, banter, and, dare he say it, love. Maybe that was what he was trying to say. Maybe it was the love that made everything so much better.

Logan began to card his hand through Roman's hair, fingers carefully sifting through the strands, and Roman could feel himself begin to regress. They had only been together for two months now, and Roman had yet to tell. He was nervous- what would Logan think of it? Would he think it's strange, or weird, or worse, repulsive? The few times that Logan had seen something, like the day he found all his stuffed animals, or when Roman had freaked out over the announcement of a new disney movie, Logan hadn’t seemed to mind. But even if he didn’t, Roman did. He didn’t want to lose Logan, not now or ever, over something as embarrassingly stupid as age regression. 

But it shouldn't matter if he did so now. No, not at all. He was going to fall asleep soon anyways. It should be fine. Tentatively, and ever so carefully, he let himself be enveloped by the pleasant fog that little space always brought. Smiling, he hummed a little and burrowed closer to Logan, nuzzling deeper into his soft, dark blue sweater.

Logan huffed a bit and adjusted his body so that he could better curl around Romans prone figure, and the only thing that could have made the moment better was his pacifier. He really really wanted one, but he didn't wanna get up to get it. Oh well.

It didn't take very long for Roman to almost be asleep. Maybe if he had his paci, he already would be. This was stupid. He just wanted to go to sleep, but he also wanted his paci. And now the idea was in his head and he couldn’t get it out.

Barely even thinking, he shifted his hand up to his face and gently began to suck on his thumb. He didn't even process when Logan slowly pulled his hand away and entwined their fingers together.

"Goodnight, my little prince." Logan said, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. That Roman did notice, and he smiled ever so slightly again. Logan had called him his prince before, but never his little prince. 

Later on he would worry about it. He would wake up in a joyful haze only to realize what had happened and panic. Later he and Logan would talk, and later, they would open up, and later Roman would begin to enjoy what he once hid in shame. But for now, he let go, finally falling into a deep, untroubled sleep.

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