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stillebesat · 2 years

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A Restless Christmas Eve

Sanders Sides: Janus Sanders Shorts: Sleep (Remy) Cartoon Therapy: Emile Picani Blurb: Even if it had been five years since he’d appeared in the real world, this still felt like it should have been a Virgil problem and not a Deceit one. He’d never had issues staying asleep before. Let alone ending up wide awake, feeling like he needed to--to--just move. Get out. Because of a stupid storm. Fic Type: Christmas Fic, Real World AU, Dad!Janus, Kid!Emile, Kid!Sleep Overall Fic Warnings: None. Taglist in Reblog.

Deceit was sure he’d heard somewhere that snakes got more lethargic in the cold. Yet here he was, wide awake, staring at what probably would have been a beautiful sight...if it weren’t four freaking thirty in the morning.

He exhaled, wrapping his robe more tightly around him as he pressed his forehead against the cool glass of the balcony door in the kitchen, watching the snowflakes fall to the snow covered streets six stories below him.

Even if it had been five years since he’d appeared in the real world, this still felt like it should have been a Virgil problem and not a Deceit one. He’d never had issues staying asleep before. Let alone ending up wide awake, feeling like he needed to--to--just move. Get out. Because of a stupid storm.

He hated this restlessness. It made it hard to settle down. To not want to uproot everything and move to a different state whenever the weather changed. Deceit closed his eyes, one hand reaching up out of habit to the left side of his face, brushing smooth unmarked skin where scales used to reside.

“Coffee for your thoughts?” A young voice asked as the soft scrape of the kitchen chair sounded behind him.

Despite himself, the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smile. He should have known. “Not until you’re in high school, Remy.”

He turned in time to see the young Sleep, now seven years old, drop his head to the table with a thunk and a groan. “That’s ages away, Dad. Please. I’m dying here.”

“You’ve survived the past five years without it, you can last ten more. Orange Juice?” Deceit asked without a hint of sympathy as he moved to the fridge.

There was a reason why he always grabbed his coffee from the cafe down the street. He’d learned early on that even though he’d been brought into the real world with Deceit as a two year old, the popular Shorts Character could and would find and down any coffee hidden at home within the hour.

If they had still been in Thomas’s mind he wouldn’t have cared.

But out here? In the real world? With real consequences? Yah no. Sleep would have to satisfy himself with coffee flavored candy instead. And even then, this early in the morning, he wasn’t about to hype the boy up. Especially when their resident night owl should be sleeping.

“Wha’ ‘bout Hot Chocolate?” A different voice asked sleepily.

Deceit raised an eyebrow, hand hovering over the orange juice as he looked over to eight year old Emile standing in the doorway, one hand clutching his favorite Steven Universe blanket while the other rubbed at his eye. “Shouldn’t you still be asleep, Em?”

He knew full well that despite his namesake, Remy was the lightest sleeper. It was easy for him to wake up to the smallest of sounds. But Emile? Most of the time he couldn’t get the kid out of bed before ten unless one of his favorite cartoons was on.

Emile yawned, wandering over to the kitchen table and pulling himself onto a chair. “It’s snowing.” He said like that explained everything, resting his head in his arms.

It didn’t. Normally Deceit was the only one to be sensitive to changes in the weather.

Remy let out a long suffering sigh before twisting in his seat, going onto his knees in order to see over the back of the chair. “Can we have marshmallows in it?” He asked hopefully, amber colored eyes going wide and watery as Deceit glanced to him. “Tis the season.” He gestured to the snow falling outside.

Deceit snorted, shaking his head as he grabbed the milk from the fridge and three mugs from the drying rack. “Tis the season indeed.” Considering it was Christmas Eve. Definitely the season.

“Is that why you’re awake?” Emile asked, pulling the blanket tighter around him. “The storm?”

What else would it be? The kids were well aware of his quirks after the five years they’d spent together. He made a noncommittal sound as he placed the three mugs of milk into the microwave before turning to the cabinet to grab the cocoa mix.

“They say it’s only gonna get worse.” Remy added, pulling out Deceit’s phone, small fingers darting across the screen.

Great. Just what he needed to hear. “Oh?” He asked, frowning at his phone.

So that’s where it had ended up. He should have known. If it wasn’t Emile stealing it to watch cartoons, it was Remy taking it to scroll through the various social media sites he’d made Deceit get so the kid could stay up to date on the latest trends.

At least that particular issue should end tomorrow morning when he finally gave both boys their own phones to use now that he’d finally landed a gig here in New York where he could afford two more lines on his plan.

Remy smirked, amber eyes glittering in the screenlight. “The airports are already talking about canceling flights. Stranding hundreds of people.”

Emile gasped, bottom lip trembling. “Nooo. All those families not together for Christmas?!”

Tender hearts. Unfortunately not everyone could get their happy ending. Deceit shook his head, grabbing the marshmallows as the microwave beeped. “You want me to go play rescuer again?” Sure, he’d gone on similar forays when his restlessness became too much to bear staying indoors a second longer, helping stranded motorists or picking up passengers through MyRide, but this was Christmas Eve. He should be with his kids. With his family. Not wandering around the city like a restless knight on a quest to save the princess from the Dragonwitch.

Sleep didn’t even bother to hide his smile this time as he rested his chin on one small hand. “You are Self Preservation aren’t you? You protect people.”

He protected Thomas. There was a difference. And considering Thomas had wanted nothing to do with him even before he’d shown up in the real world far far away from his host’s home--

“And--” Remy gestured to the thickening snow. “You’re obviously not gonna go back to bed anytime soon.”

Sleep would know. He may not be a part of Thomas anymore, but now that he was getting older some of his...talents still came through on occasion.

Deceit placed the three mugs on the table before taking his own seat. “I highly doubt the two of you want to spend all day in the car on Christmas Eve.” He said, unable to stop his leg from bouncing in place as he watched the snow falling from the corner of his eye. Gah. It was bad this time. The idea of driving around the city sounded far too appealing to be normal. And technically he didn’t have to take the boys with him. They could spend the day here while he--No. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. It was Christmas Eve. He couldn’t just leave them.

“All day?” Emile frowned, standing up in his chair, the blanket falling off his shoulders “It’s that bad?”

Deceit tsked as Emile clambered over the table, easily avoiding the mugs, and into his lap. “It’s...I’ll be fine.” He said, wrapping his arms around him, resting his chin on the boy’s head as he gently rocked him. He didn’t want it to be that bad. But if the snow kept up---it probably would be an all day restlessness. “We were going to have a lazy day, remember?” He said, smirking as Remy rolled his eyes. “Watch movies? Build pillow forts. Bake cookies.” And finish wrapping all the presents he’d bought for them. All the homey stuff he was sure Patton would have loved to do instead if he’d been present.

Regardless, if he could keep busy maybe he could distract himself from this restlessness from the storm.

It hadn’t ever worked before. But there was always a first time.

“That was before it snowed though.” Remy said patiently, setting Deceit’s phone face up on the table, his MyRide app open and showing a dozen requests for Rides even at this early hour. “It’s not like we haven’t spent hours on end in the car before, Dad.”

That was true. Though Deceit had been trying to decrease their car time as the boys got older and could be trusted to be left home alone.

He exhaled, pressing his nose into Emile’s sleep tousled hair, briefly closing his eyes. “We’ll give it a couple of hours, alright? Until the sun comes up at least.” He looked up in time to see Remy making a face at him over his mug.

“Will you even live that long?”

Deceit rolled his eyes, resolutely ignoring the falling snow outside. “I’ll survive.” He said, adjusting his grip on Emile as the boy wiggled around to rest his head against Deceit’s chest, snuggling in close to him with a contented sigh.

It was just a couple of hours. He could handle that. He’d be fine.

#A Restless Christmas Eve #stillebesat #Sanders Sides #Janus Sanders #Deceit Sanders #Emile Picani #Remy #Christmas in July #Christmas Fic #Real World AU #Dad!Janus #Kid!Emile #Kid!Sleep

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instantromannoodles · 8 months

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Some Sides Tumblr post I made

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #moceit #divorced dads

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januscorner · 2 months

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Hey, it's me again! (I asked for the Worstthrust stimboard)

Would it bother you to make a Lucifer and Alastor stimboard? Thanks :3

Here you go!

🐥🪶🎹 👑☕️x 🪗🦌♥️

#Not ship #dad beat dad #hells greatest dad #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel stimboard #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #alastor #radio demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #stimboard #stim board #stimboards #Janus’s Corner

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loganslowdown4 · 8 months

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Patton: Did you pick up Virgil from school today?

Janus: Oh, I forgot.

Patton: He’s still at school? It’s 8pm!

Janus: Does it matter? He’s got to go back to school tomorrow anyway, let’s just save time and leave him there.

#Janus the ultimate dad #thomas sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders #incorrect sanders sides #virgil sanders #Janus sanders #moceit

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mentally-retired · 9 months

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I AM AGAINST TINY AND SMALL AND PETITE PATTON SANDERS PROPAGANDA!!

HE EITHER HAS DAD BOD OR IS BUFF ENOUGH TO CARRY ALL THE SIDES LIKE THE DAD HE IS, OR BOTH, ALSO I BELIEVE IN TALL PATTON!!! PATTON IS 6'4 AND JANUS IS THE SHORT SIDE!!!!

TALL VIRGIL TRUTHER!!! SHORT ROMAN SHORT ROMAN

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #buff patton #dad bod patton #sander sides fandom

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its-ahissionado · 1 day

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Vibe chart ✨️

#made a thing #don't regret it #I stand in defense of Patton being Lawful Masc because he knows that he's the number 1 dad #chaotic masc could also be Remus or Janus imo #sanders sides #ts sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #dr emile picani #remy sanders

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moonbeam-dragon · 2 months

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I know I already have a lot of AUs but

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delimeful · 3 months

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cth!Janus has just gained so many dad points holy hell. there's bound to be people pursuing them now, I hope everyone's safe.

making janus the exhausted unwilling father of 5 is still one of the funniest things i've ever done i think

#his traumatized ass should NOT be parenting but here we are #not the stepdad but the dad that stepped up /j #asks #anonymous #ts janus #cth #queue

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sandersverse-apocalypse-au · 1 month

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Sandersverse Apocalypse AU

I made a sideblog for this. Please read and comment!

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beauty-and-passion · 7 months

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You have, with one chapter of your fic, turned me into a Dad Janus truther from a total non-believer. What a talent you have!!

Dad Janus is the truth. The man radiates pure fatherly energy without even trying. He deals with two little shits. Remus is a little shit by definition and I am 99.9% sure Orange is too. And when Virgil was one of them, he was a little shit too. And Janus just took care of these three idiots. The sheer patience. The affection.

And these three idiots all share the same mentality their father has. They all think society sucks, they all think about religion, they all share the same language. They're all cool sexy bitches with a dress-up code. He taught them all of that.

And Janus proved to care for Remus' existence. As soon as he had the chance, he gave him "a morsel from the tree of knowledge" and let him free to scare the shit out of everyone. I'm sure he's also waiting for the right moment, so he can release the citrus boy too. He just wants his boys to be appreciated. He cares about them.

In other words: Janus is so much of a father, I had barely anything to do, except show it XD

(Jokes aside, thank you also for the compliment! Glad to know you're enjoying my fanfiction! These tiny little gremlins live rent-free in my heart and I love to write about them being a family <3)

#sanders sides #ask #janus sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #orange side #I have two agendas I must follow #the dark sides are a family agenda #and the janus is a dad agenda #wait maybe there's also the “Janus deserves to climb on trees” agenda #yeah that too

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milkhoney531 · 2 months

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Coffee and Zombies (CaZ)

Summary: Life and Death, two very contrast things. Or are they? In the zombie apocalypse, what is death? What is life? Is anyone truly living? A scientist searching for a cure to his mistake, a firefighter bent on helping survivors, two supernatural brothers struggling to adapt and survive, and two brothers who desperately want to rest and find safety. Will they survive?

Chapter 1

The world didn’t end with a bang. It didn’t end in war. It didn’t end in nukes. It didn’t end with the sun going supernova. It didn’t end with pollution or melting ice caps. No, it ended with a cup of coffee. Two scientists for the company Lily of the Valley, the flower of death, destroyed the world. The two never got along, they were working on a new project. Unfortunately together, unfortunately at unsustainably long hours. Unfortunately, with their brains impaired by lack of proper food, sleep, or hydration, tensions boiled. They weren’t as careful as they should have been. They fought over the last bit of coffee and beakers broke. They became the first two infected with the zombie virus. All over a cup of coffee.

Death watched in disappointment as he held the two souls as their body spread the virus, ripping flesh from the people near them. Making his job harder than it ever should have been. They would never even see the damage they had done. They would never live through the fear they had brought over the world. Life appeared next to him, her normally warm features stony. She took the two souls from him.

“I’m tired, Death. They have doomed my creations.” Life said quietly.

“I am tired as well. But there is work to be done.” Death sighed.

“Not for us. They made this mess. They can deal with it.” Life said, looking scornfully down at the two souls.

The smell of coffee filled Roman’s senses when he woke up. He rose from bed and was going to wake up Remus only to have his brother’s hand clasp over his mouth. He held a finger to his lips and pointed towards their bedroom door. Roman saw the blood seeping from beneath the door. He smelled the blood. He heard the screams outside. He saw the word zombies written in blood on the door. He looked at his brother, there was blood on his face and hands, his pajamas were ripped. With shaky hands he moved his twin’s hand from his mouth.

“Mom? Dad? Are they-?” Roman couldn’t finish the whispered question.

Remus only nodded. He didn’t look sad. Was this a prank? No. Remus looked too serious. The blood, he could smell it. They were orphans in the zombie apocalypse. This was a shitty way to start their eleventh birthday. He heard a thud against their bedroom door and nearly yelped, but his cry was muffled by Remus pulling him into a hug. He was shaking. Remus was shaking. This was real. What were they going to do?

They couldn’t stay here. Roman gently pulled out of the hug and took his brother’s hand. He led him to the closet and gave him a bag. Remus seemed to know exactly what he wanted to say. They started packing what they could, trying to keep it to things they needed, but Roman couldn’t help but include the scrapbook he had been working on with his dad and grandma. It had too many memories to leave behind. Were his grandparents still alive? He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw the look of worry his brother had. At least he still had him.

Roman gave him a reassuring smile. Silently, they got back to packing and getting ready. He didn’t know where they were going to go or how they were going to get out of the apartment alive. But they’d figure it out. They had too. Remus’s constant planning for alien invasions and zombie apocalypses seemed a lot less stupid now. Maybe his brother’s love of gore would save them? He gave a silent sight. They were eleven now. He woke up to coffee and zombies. Great.