Snippets of 10“New” Fics #2
Yes I am alive. And I have so many fics just sitting in my google docs. Some barley started others already chapters long, but none of them are finished. But even so I enjoy some key moments of all of them so once again I gonna share them here! So in no particular order (but some of my favs are at the end) enjoy!
Read Snippets #1, Read on Ao3.
1. Janus is the illegitimate prince of a now fallen kingdom, and to stay alive he’ll need to sell his soul to the empire’s duke, Logan and the emperor as well.
“But Janus, answer a question for me. What do you intend to do once our traitor is caught?”
Janus ensured the confusion he felt didn’t show in his expression, “Pardon?”
“You're here- alive because you can help us with a rat problem. What do you intend to do once you have exterminated it?”
“I like to think I have many uses and thus reasons to be kept alive.”
“And are those reasons greater than retribution?”
“Virgil,” The Duke cut in.
“What?” He asked innocently as he drank more wine. “Since when is it such a bad thing to question my convicts? I simply wish to know if he thinks that he’ll ever truly be able to wash away what he’s done.”
“He doesn't nee-”
“No,” Janus cut in. “And I never said that I was capable of that or that I even wanted to wash everything away. I said that I wanted to live. And all that involves is others looking the other way, not repentance nor forgiveness.”
The young man’s eyes narrowed, “You don’t feel bad for what you’ve done?”
“I do. But given how small my worldview was in comparison to what I thought it was? Without knowing what I do now, I’d make the same choices.”
“...And what is it that you know now? That we aren’t the savages you thought?”
“I never thought that, I simply wasn’t aware that there was a world without my father in it.” Both of them were staring at him, watching him, and Janus found himself oddly disturbed by their gazes but he forced himself to look the Emperor in the eye. “I was raised to live and breathe for his whims. That devoting myself to them entirely was the only way to survive. Now- now my leash is held by another, so I’ll do as I’m told by him in order to keep my head. So when your traitor is caught, I could very well be handed off to yet another. And if I am, I'll do what I can there to survive as well. Survival is all that matters. My feelings- my remorse has no say in it, because feelings can be manipulated. I focus on my actions.”
The Emperor said nothing as he downed his remaining wine before he stood. “Clean up after your pets, Logan.”
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2. Janus and Logan are rivals in everything they do, including liking Virgil.
Here, Janus and Virgil are texting about a date Janus interrupted between Virgil and Logan.
That was so mean!
Why would you say that when I was on a date!
It’s fine Logan’s not that easily bothered
And it’s not first time I’ve called him boring to his face
Usually I choose something more creative tho
Wait
Waif wait wait
Do you think he heard that?
Yeah
He’s got real good hearing no way he wouldn’t have
Noooooooooooooo
Don’t worry I’m sure he’ll still call you after all that
I’d prefer if he didn’t but that’s just me
Janus
Virgil
*sigh*
Why just why are you so confusing
It’s a specialty
But I gotta ask
What exactly are you two?
That was our second date
So nothing serious then?
I want to see him again though
Any chance there’s space for me to try and steal your attention then?
I just said I wanted to see him again???????????
But you’re not exclusive right?
No
Then what’s the harm?
The fact that I feel like you’re just asking me out right now because it would annoy Logan?
I can have multiple reasons
I told you back then that I’d be willing to try things again if you wanted
It’s nearly been a year
I thought you wouldn’t care anymore
Well you’d be incorrect
It’s quite hard to forget asking someone to be my boyfriend and being turned down
I’m still sorry about that
I really like you
But family stuff had me in a weird place
Hey I get it no worries
More importantly
Like or liked?
Huh?
Your past message
Shit
Liked*
Seems like Freudian slip to me
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3. Janus didn’t know he had an ability aka powers. Whoops.
Unrelated note: he and Logan are twins in this verse
A heavy sigh was the first thing out of the detective’s mouth as the man sat across from him. He looked past Janus as the cop who was standing by the wall, before he finally looked Janus in the eye with a tired expression. “You are aware that using your abilities to influence gambling is illegal in this city, correct?”
“Yes bu-”
“If you know that, why try and ruin everyone’s day?”
Janus gave his best placating smile, “See I know it’s illegal, but I didn’t think it mattered for me since-”
“Because you’re better than everyone else?”
“What? No! Because I don’t have an ability!”
“Yes, that’s why officers said you kept repeating on the drive over here.”
“Because it’s true. I-”
“Those handcuffs you're wearing, what color is the light on them?”
Janus raised an eyebrow in confusion before he looked at the large bulky, heavy, metal bracelets on his wrists. Within all the metal were three thin lines glowing. “It’s red.”
“Right. That’s the color it glows when a person has an ability. If I put them on, they would be green because I don’t.”
“But I don’t-”
“Yes, yes. You don’t have an ability.”
“Aren’t there people who can tell if someone is lying or not? Because if you got one of them here, they can tell you that I really have no clue what’s going on. I just went out for some drinks and a good time.”
“And why should I waste my time with that?”
Janus sat back in his seat before he frowned, regardless of whether or not he did or didn’t have supernatural powers, there was still a power he did have. Two in fact. “Tell me detective,” he started slowly. “What’s the punishment for such a thing? A fine? Community service at most? Or who cares even if it’s a year of jail time. It ultimately doesn’t matter.”
“What do you mean?”
“As you know, my last name is Ackroyd. Feel free to Google as you please, and then you can understand the amount of assets under our company- ah that our family has access to. I say it doesn’t matter because with the resources I have it will only take a single call to have everything resolved before the sun rises. And the media across the country will tell my version of the truth. You needn’t believe my story, but instead I’d like you to wonder what would happen to the jobs of every person here if your name- no, even just this police station was mentioned in a single article.” Janus gave him a slight smile as he shifted his heavy feeling arms so he could put his arms on the table, allowing the metal of the handcuffs to clang with the metal of the table. The sound wasn’t loud, and yet it echoed for a moment and another as the detective’s neutral expression grew more and more worried. But to his credit, he attempted to stand his ground.
“Interrogations are recorded. You’re admitting all of this-”
“Things happen to videos all the time. One corrupt file can do a hell of a lot. But one person desperate enough can do even more. A bit of prodding and they can do a whole lot without any blood on my hands. Who knows what a single person can access? It could even be someone else's personal things. What if there’s two desperate people? Or three? Or ten? What if it’s this whole precinct? But of course these are all ‘what ifs.’ Who knows what will really happen? I’m far more merciful than mother, and you’re just hearing my ideas after all. I can’t even fathom how they'd make everything disappear. But we can certainly find out together… Unless of course, there happens to be a living lie detector in the building?”
The detective didn’t need to respond, because it was then the woman who had been standing behind Janus made herself known as she walked to the door, “I’ll fetch him.”
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4. Emperor Logan decides he wants a harem to do work for him. Not do usual harem stuff.
The wedding ceremony and coronation had been beautiful, he had looked good, the guests had behaved throughout the day, the gifts were beautiful, the Emperor had spoken to him for more than a few minutes- they had even danced together, all in all it was a pretty good wedding day. And when it came to a close Janus was more than ready to sleep for a year, but instead he found himself being shoved into a bath, covered in fancy lotions and oils(?), and sitting in only a robe on his bed.
If Janus hadn’t been looking forward to his wedding then he wasn’t sure what he felt about his wedding night. But here he sat a glass of wine in hand, as he waited. Time didn't really seem to pass, or perhaps it was simply mocking his anticipation. But finally, his husband entered.
“You're still awake,” he commented.
Janus gave a slight nod, as he took in the fact that his husband was wearing pajamas which didn’t quite seem fair. “I am.”
The Emperor crossed the room slowly and sat beside Janus on the bed, “I wished to speak with you.”
“Al-alright.”
“I’m not forming a harem for pleasure,” he said bluntly, already managing to floor Janus. “Rather I intend to create a harem to work. I brought you here first because I want you to eventually manage the others and ensure they perform their duties. Essentially my cabinet is corrupt and the easiest way to replace them is to marry others and give them the cabinet’s jobs.”
“You married me… to give me a job?”
“Yes. And you can consider planning the wedding in such constraints as your job interview. As to which you did swimmingly. So eventually enough I’ll ask for your help in choosing others to fill this palace.”
Janus set his wine aside and pulled the robe tighter around himself as the words settled upon him, “Your Majesty? May I speak frankly?”
“Please. And more so, please call me by my name.”
“Then Logan,” Janus started trying and utterly failing to hide his angry tone. “Is that the only reason you married me?”
“Yes. I coveted your skills in wrangling the nobility.”
“And that’s the only reason? Not pleasure of any sort?”
“Well I believe you have other skills that could help improve The Empire, but no I have no interest in the traditional ah- benefits of having a harem.”
Janus gave a slight laugh of disbelief as he stood up and crossed the room to put a good amount of distance between them, “Then if you don’t mind Logan, could you get the hell out so I can put my clothes back on!?”
There was a long pause before the Emperor’s face flushed as if it just processed in his mind that Janus was indeed naked aside from his robe. He gave an awkward cough as he tried to replace his stoic facade. “Ah- oh. Right, I suppose it is our wedding night.” He gave an awkward cough as he quickly strode to the door. “Then please dress yourself. I simply wished to speak with you as soon as possible, we can speak at a later date. Apologies.”
A sigh of relief escaped Janus when he was alone, and then he was quick to gather his clothes and dress. Part of him expected the Emperor to come back to tell him it had all been some strange prank, or to simply talk more business, but it seemed he would leave Janus alone for the night. And for that, Janus was thankful. He got a much more restful sleep than he had been anticipating.
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5. Cop Logan is mourning his fiance after a case doesn’t end well.
It had started as a missing persons case, where a college kid known for vanishing for a few days at a time, had vanished for longer than usual. In the end it had been easy to find him, but the kid had been paranoid saying that someone was out to get him for seeing or knowing something he wasn’t supposed to. The rambling hadn’t even sounded like real words at the time, rather it was appearing like their “victim” was just heavily under the influence- until the shot rang out.
That kid had been the first, but he was sadly not the last. Bodies were dropping left and right as it suddenly became more and more clear that they had stumbled into something much larger and more dangerous than they had ever imagined. It took months- nearly a year of waiting for the “mastermind” to get too comfortable and slip up. But when that moment came, nearly every cop in the city was present for the deputy mayor’s arrest. At the time it had felt triumphant, that they had finally finally stopped all of this. And yet Logan quickly learned that just because the deputy mayor traded an office for a cell, didn’t mean that power left his grasp.
It had been difficult to investigate the man who was so careful that nothing at all was tied back to him. There was only one piece of true evidence tying him to anything- and then mountains of circumstantial evidence from there. Even so Logan and so so many others had thought the trial would be a breeze. Because despite all of the doubt that had been derived from “inferring crimes” (as the lawyer had liked to put it), a hitman who kept receipts in the form of recordings seemed pretty damn concrete. And yet… somehow Remy was currently walking about as a free man.
What had he missed?
“Is it all really that hard to understand?” It seemed silence wasn’t an appropriate answer because he continued. “Oh come on Lo, you’re good at what you do. You didn’t miss anything evidence wise. You missed things people wise.”
Logan took a deep breath as he set down the document and looked Janus in the eye, earning a smile from the other man.
“Sometimes you think things are too black and white,” Janus supplied his eyes looking over the spread of pages on the floor. “You're thinking that you have so much clear evidence that it’s impossible for a jury to deny it. Except juries are human, and humans have greed.”
“You’re... you’re saying that he bought the jury?”
“I’m saying the man would do anything to avoid prison. And well, nepotism and cronyism go hand in hand with rich assholes.”
“You make it sound like your-”
“I am self aware, thank you very much… I also don’t have any slush funds nor murders under my belt.”
“Not even one?”
Janus gave a shrug as he carefully tiptoed around the mess to make it to the couch where he made himself comfy. “You would know if I did.”
Logan rolled his eyes as he looked back to work spread before him, “Buying the jury…”
“Before you start down that rabbit hole I think there’s something more pressing? Or well, a few more somethings.”
“Like?”
“Well for starters the case is officially closed, and then you're also sidelined for two weeks. Even if you make some calls you’ll be shoved away.”
“Then I’ll look into it myself. And when I get back, I can check in with some contacts in between other cases.”
“Alright, but you're still forgetting one more thing.”
“Which is?”
“Me?”
“You?” Logan hummed less interested as he looked up at the news story playing.
“You made promises,” Janus interrupted, standing in front of the screen. “You promised me, my family, and yourself. You’re supposed to go visit us.”
“I made that promise when I thought we’d win.”
“Won’t they need you more now?”
“I-”
“You need them now.”
“No, I don't Janus. I need to figure this out. So move out of the way.”
“You don’t? Then look at me.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, “I am.”
“No you’re not,” Janus said, walking forward onto the papers and crouching down to ensure he took up all of Logan’s field of vision. “Look at me Logan.”
“I-”
“And when you really look? What do you see?”
Logan took a deep shuddering breath as he closed his eyes pretending the tears weren’t gathering there, “Let me have this,” he begged quietly. “I’ll go- but for tonight just let me…”
Janus’ gave a chuckle, “Alright, but I’m holding you to that.”
“You always do… you always do.”
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6. Janus takes in his much younger brother Virgil.
Virgil had always been a quiet and shy kid, especially in unfamiliar surroundings. To the point that when their family went to functions the kid usually glued himself to one of their parents’ legs and would seem to do his best impression of an invisible person. In addition to that, Janus had never been particularly close with Virgil given the age gap, and hell he barely saw him. So perhaps all of that is what made seeing how his little brother acted here and now so jarring.
The boy Janus knew to always pause and take in a new space before acting was sprinting the moment he entered the room. He didn’t care about anyone of the many people watching, he just ran to Janus who was quick to drop down and pull Virgil into what was surely the tightest hug of his life. And yet with a swallow he forced himself to pull back from the hug to look over the seven year old. Virgil had no visible injuries, like he had been told, but it wasn’t until he saw him here and now that Janus felt a mountain of tension release from him as he pulled Virgil close once more. “You okay?”
Virgil didn’t say a word, but the arms around his neck tightened slightly and that told Janus more than enough.
A moment passed and then another, before the woman from before entered Janus’ field of vision. “There’s just one or two more things I need your signature for and then you’re free to go.”
Janus gave a nod as he released Virgil and stood, but the kid still managed to stay as close to Janus as physically possible. The woman held out a clipboard and pen and after scanning the pages presented to him, Janus filled in what was needed and handed it back. “That’s it?”
“That’s it. Drive safe, and bye Virgil.”
“Bye Ms. Park,” Virgil replied quietly.
And with that Janus took his brother’s hand and walked out thankful that all of this mess was over- for now at least.
“I want to go home,” Virgil told him as they exited the room.
“Me too,”Janus sighed. “But instead of going home home, you’re going to be staying at my house.”
Virgil’s big eyes met his- and there were tears in them- shit what had he done wrong? Before he could process something to say, Virgil’s gaze fell to the floor, “Is it because I burned the kitchen? Do Mommy and Daddy not-”
“What? No, no. Mom and Dad are um...” Shit what was he supposed to say? ‘Oh well our parents are shit people so the government said you can't see them?’ That wouldn't go over great...
“They’re what?”
“They’re... they’re traveling! You know them, never home. Anyway, we all decided you can stay with me instead of with a nanny. And, I’ve already started putting together a room for you. But you can pick out the rest to really make it your own, okay?”
Virgil nodded, but Janus wasn’t sure the kid was convinced. This was gonna be even harder than he thought.
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7. Teen Janus gets caught in a fire
Janus didn’t remember falling asleep, but he did remember waking once more to find an empty room, falling asleep again, and then waking at the sound of familiar arguing. His parents were here. Here and arguing with one another in their hushed tones which weren’t as quiet as they thought. But beside them, Mr. Logan seemed to be trying to keep the peace, but at least they were here- at least they had come.
“Is that what you’re really worrying about right now?” Dad huffed.
Mom didn’t even look away from her phone to reply. “We don’t exactly have a house anymore. I think that’s more than acceptable to worry about.”
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
“Well what do you want me to say? I didn’t know he was calling over an emergency! More than that he should’ve called 911!”
“He’s-”
Right, he hadn’t done that had he? Why hadn’t he? Calling 911 was the logical thing to do, and yet in his panic and chaos his family was all that came to mind. Who had called then? Virgil? He had been crazy enough to run into the burning place- so he probably called after Janus had passed out… He truly owed Virgil everything in the world now didn’t he?
Lost within his own thoughts, Janus hadn’t noticed the conversation continue around him until a hand settled on his arm. “How are you feeling?” Dad asked him.
“Tired,” was the only real response he could give. His body felt heavy and sore sure, but really it felt like even breathing was sapping energy away from him.
“Understandable,” Mom added, moving to stand next to Dad- and as she did Janus noticed as Mr. Logan made himself scarce. “Do you remember what happened?”
“I was- I was going to do laundry, and when I opened the bathroom door… It just burst out and-” Janus cut himself off as the pain began to grasp his throat once more, and he took a deep breath, hoping it would help, but it didn’t rather it lead to a fit of coughing which sent the pain spidering out across his chest.
“You inhaled a lot of smoke,” Mom said unhelpfully, he had kind of figured that part out. “Take your time.”
When he was able, Janus took a few more deep breaths before he spoke. “After I opened the door the fire just burst out and I fell and then there was just fire everywhere. I…” What had happened after that? He knew that somewhere within the chronology of events the gas stove that he had running had only made things worse, and elsewhere in that he had called his parents over and over, and there was something he was missing- he had done something. But in the blur of his memories he couldn’t recall. He had run into Patton’s room for a moment- but he couldn’t recall what he had been trying to retrieve from it. Maybe Patton's room had been first? Or was the call? The kitchen was probably last since he had been on the floor in the living room when Virgil came. He wasn’t really sure, but nonetheless he told them the events that had occurred before Virgil found him, even if he didn’t know the order. With the story as finished as it could be, his parents seemed to have two main takeaways. First, that he should’ve noticed the bathroom door was hot (and apparently the fact that since he had been carrying a laundry basket and had thus used it to press down on the door handle, wasn’t an excuse). And secondly, that instead of going to Patton’s room there were a million other things he should’ve done. And with that Janus couldn’t help but agree- especially because he couldn’t even properly recall what he had been doing. All he really knew about his actions was that a fire in the bathroom had kind of sent all logic as far away as the sun.
When the criticisms laced with worry had subsided for a moment Janus used the opportunity to get the attention off of himself for just a few moments. “Do you have water?” He asked mom first. She looked about the room before vanishing, promising to get some, and when she had Janus asked his father, “How’d Patton’s appointment go?”
“It was fine,” the man sighed, sitting down. “I was expecting more, but it seems like this was just another preliminary thing. I feel like that’s just an excuse they toss at us at this point. But there’s a chance-” As the conversation became one sided, Janus didn’t even attempt to listen closely. But as soon as Mom returned with water, she joined in and as expected the conversation carried on without him as if he wasn’t even there. So he simply drank his water and let their complaints and bickering once again serve him as a lullaby.
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8. They’re all detective adjacent solving crimes and the like. Eventually it will devolve into a weekly cop show kinda vibe and dynamic.
“Cheers!” The word was echoed about the bar, as everyone began to revel in earnest- it seemed the fact that it was a school night meant nothing to them. But then again he couldn’t blame them. They had significant evidence against a Vyren, such things were near impossible in a city where so many had been paid off by the infamous family. Cheers and toasts had begun the moment they precinct had taken over the bar (and effectively drove other patrons away), and they didn’t seem like they would stop anytime soon.
“Are you feeling alright?”
Logan stopped in his scanning of the room as he noticed Virgil sliding into the booth seat across from him. “Perfectly fine, why?”
Virgil didn’t respond verbally (as he was busy downing a beer) but he did gesture to Logan’s general form and the drink Logan held.
“Are… are you suggesting that I’m not well because I am here?”
A nod was the response.
“I don’t mind a celebration or socializing now and then.”
Virgil gave an amused hum as he set down his drink, “Did you hear who it was that was the key to all of this?”
“Roman said it was someone undercover.”
“It was your unofficial rival, Sanders. That’s why I assumed you wouldn’t be coming.”
Logan’s lips twitched into a frown, before he hid it with a sip from his glass. “We have nothing against each other. We were in the academy together. And now we are based out of the same precinct. That’s it.” It was more or less true, but perhaps it was more true to say that Thomas had nothing against him. Logan meanwhile couldn't help but be a tad jealous of the man who had gotten promoted to detective first- especially in the unit that Logan had initially wanted, but it wasn’t as if he hated the man. He was too nice to even dislike. Which only annoyed Logan more. Regardless of the truth, based on what was conveyed Virgil didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push the topic.
“Well it’s good to see you outside of the office.”
“I leave my office to visit your lab.”
“Okay… uh good to see you in a non work capacity. Better?”
Logan nodded “I can be a homebody, but given significant reason I am more than willing to be social.”
“Now I’m wondering what counts as ‘significant’,” Virgil said with an eye roll but there was that perfect smile of his playing on his lips.
“Well-”
“Virgil!” A sharp yet familiar voice called cutting in. And Logan couldn’t help but grimace as Roman appeared. He truly had the worst of timing.
“How is my favorite gremlin?” Roman asked, pushing Logan aside as he scooted into the booth.
Virgil paused for a half moment as if he was weighing the benefits of addressing Roman at all, but ultimately he spoke with a sigh. “Hello Roman. Drunk already?”
“I’m not drunk! At least not yet. This is still my first drink.”
Logan sighed, taking in Roman’s demeanor. He seemed slightly unsteady, he had a stupider smile than usual, and his voice was a slightly different pitch. “We haven’t even been here that long, how many shots did you have?”
“It’s rude to ask a man such questions.”
Virgil gave a sigh as he climbed out, “I’ll get you some water.”
“Lo! Did you see that!? He does care!”
“Very happy for you,” Logan replied dryly as Virgil walked away. “Did you need to come over here?”
Roman gave him a mischievous smile as he whispered, “I just want to witness a love story with my own eyes.”
“I… You- You’re insufferable.”
“You love me.”
“You simply wish it was so.”
“You're so cruel to me.”
“You deserve it.”
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9. Janus remembers his past lives, and his dad (Logan) is very sketchy.
A loud and resounding bang jolted Janus awake. He sat straight up in bed, heart pounding, every one of nerves firing at once as he faced the darkness of his room. He took a few deep breaths, trying to de-
BANG.
The sound of a gunshot was a sound Janus knew well. Far too well. His breath hitched and his throat seemed to try and close itself as he forced himself to be silent as he fought the tears burning in his eyes. As he fought the fear of the past by digging his nails into his arms forcibly grounding himself to the present. The pain of it allowing him to bring his mind into slight focus. He forced himself to take the smallest and quietest of breaths as he tried to convince his body to not lock itself in place as he heard the sound of a heavy thump followed by multiple pairs of boots coming up the servants’ stairs. He could barely hear them over the sound of his deafening heartbeat, but he could tell they were growing closer, and closer, and closer.
Adrenaline hit him all at once as Janus scrambled up from the bed and threw himself under the bed with as little sound as he could muster. His hands were pressed firmly around his mouth as he tried to muffle the sound of his own breath as the footsteps grew closer with whispering voices to accompany them. Before they came to a stop outside his bedroom.
This is different. This is different. This is different.
He told himself this over and over and over as he tried to suppress his past self and the fears that came with it. He didn’t have his memories back at that time. He did now. He knew how to fight, and how to talk his way out of just about anything. This would be different from his tenth. It would. He wasn’t the same scared kid anymore. That kid was gone. He was Janus. Janus. Janus Ackroyd. Rich, smooth, and confident.
And yet his body still trembled as he hid under the bed and the bedroom door swung open. A dim light from the hallway was able to illuminate two pairs of legs which walked in the room, but the one in front stopped halfway to the bed.
The pause felt like an eternity in which Janus had no choice but to allow himself a breath. He closed his eyes tight as tears began to flow freely, but he tried to control himself. He was different. He was different. He was-
“Janus?”
The soft call of Dad’s voice was too sudden to be real. And yet Janus slowly opened his eyes to realize the room lights had been turned on. Even so he didn’t dare to move. The pair of legs closest to him bent slightly and a hand sporting a familiar watch touched the floor followed by the slow appearance of the rest of Dad’s body as he flattened himself to the floor and their eyes met.
“It’s okay,” he promised softly. “You can come out of there.”
Janus took a deep breath as he body shook, he wanted to move but it was as if all of his muscles had been permanently locked in this position. Unbothered, Dad scooted closer, not caring as his expensive clothes rubbed all over the floor. He moved so he was just within Janus’ reach but he didn’t try to touch him. Instead he just gave a slight smile, “You used to always hide under there during a loud storm... I didn’t know you could still fit underneath.”
Janus wasn’t sure how long the two of them laid there for, but it wasn’t until he wrested back control from the past that he inched his way out from under the bed. Dad said nothing more, he simply sat up and pulled Janus into a hug which was quickly and tightly returned.
“Why don’t you lay back down?” Dad suggested after a moment, and at Janus’ nod he found himself lifted to the bed and Dad sat down beside him.
Janus wanted to say something, to do something- but it was all he could manage to hold his father’s hand and try to control his own breathing. But he did manage a peek past Dad to see Roman lingering by the doorway, but there was-
“You can go get things finished,” Dad told Roman without turning around. “I’ll stay here for now.”
“Night Boss! Mini Boss!” Roman called as he left the room leaving Janus and his Dad alone.
“I think tomorrow should be a sick day from school,” Dad said quietly as he took to running his fingers through Janus’ hair. “What do you think? I finished what I was doing, so you and I can relax tomorrow?”
Janus could only give a nod in reply.
“Then it's a plan. But for now, let’s rest hm?” It sounded far easier said than done, but Janus didn’t complain as he closed his eyes. A moment passed before he felt the bed shift as Dad laid down beside him. It was stupid. He was far far far far older than the man holding him as he tried to sleep- and yet he was grateful that his father hadn’t left his side even to turn off the light.
“Remus.”
The man glanced up from his cleaning with a smile, “Is Mini Boss asleep?”
“Finally, yes,” Logan nodded. “But more importantly than that, I thought I made it clear that you weren’t to show yourself in front of Janus with blood on your clothes.”
Remus glanced down at himself as if he hadn’t noticed its presence. “I hadn’t thought to check, thought the kid was sleep.”
“Of course he wasn’t. Guns like that aren’t quiet.”
“I didn’t know, these babies are new!” He gave a smile as he continued to clean the barrels. “And they pack a punch don't they?”
Logan forced himself to take a deep breath, he wouldn’t get anywhere talking to Remus. “I want everything spotless. And I need Roman back in the afternoon. Make sure you both sleep somewhere in there.”
Remus waved him off, “Don’t worry about me, go back to Mini Boss before he wakes up again.”
Logan gave a nod as he left and headed towards his room to change into something more comfortable, then afterwards he’d head back to Janus’ room to sleep. He still didn’t know what kind of explanation he could give to his son. He had intended to keep all sides of his work and family separate. But given the way things were moving, that may be easier said than done. Janus was a mature kid, he acted older than Logan most of the time, but… he was still a kid when it came down to it. And the last thing Logan wanted to do was drag his son into the middle of this fight.
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10. Janus has been raised by Virgil- only to find out that Virgil isn’t actually his Dad, Logan is, and a lot of things have been a lie in order to protect him.
But Janus just really loves his Dad.
“I knew trusting you was a good thing.”
“I didn’t.”
“Ah yes, there’s that patented negativity I’ve missed.”
“You think it was easy? Not even considering the fact we were in The Kingdom, stubbornness is clearly a family trait.”
“Such insolence,” The Emperor replied in a lighthearted tone. “I was about to tell you that I missed you. I now will rescind such a thought. Instead I order you to help Janus get settled and then you are to come have a drink with me.”
Dad responded with a smile, “I missed you too, Your Majesty.”
The man nodded and began to lead the way into the grand entryway of the palace. Inside everything was gilded and shimmered, even the impressive looking floor looked clean enough that he could see himself reflected with ease. The plants and paintings decorated the space in a beautiful manner, even screamed extreme wealth, and yet the most impressive thing in the room still managed to be the Emperor. His long, scaly, blue tail swishing behind him as he went in a way which Janus assumed meant he was happy- did that work for dragons? Or was that just dogs? Or well, the Emperor wasn’t a full dragon, he had dragon blood though. How much dragon was even in dragon blooded? Janus had no way of knowing, and not wanting to ask at this moment he simply followed after, wondering if the cheap mended clothes he wore were somehow mocking the space around him.
“I’ll admit it’s a bit strange to hear you call me that, Virgil.”
“Well, you're the emperor now,” Dad said, walking a pace or two behind Janus instead by his side. The man caught Janus’ confused gaze but said nothing on it nor did he move. It was then when he noticed that the servants who walked with them were walking behind his father. Did birthright and even dictate walking?
“That’s true,” the Emperor started. “But, ever since I could remember you were always there somewhere shouting ‘Your Highness’ and following me about.”
“Well you did have a habit of disappearing.”
“You’ve known each other that long?” Janus interrupted.
“Our entire lives,” The Emperor hummed. “Virgil’s mother worked as a doctor and alchemist, and his father was the personal knight of my mother.”
“We ended up spending a lot of time together,” Dad added. “So, I became His Majesty’s servant. Then eventually I became his knight… and then I became your protector.”
“Protector,” Janus echoed softly. It didn’t seem like an appropriate title. Sure he had kept Janus alive, but he had also done so so much more than that. His “protector” had taught Janus everything he knew, be it how to read or how to make potions. His “protector” had held him when he was upset or scared and laughed with him when he was happy. His “protector” had been the one to scold him when he had done wrong, and praise him when he had done well. More than that, that word implied that what was done was no more than a job. An obligation. A duty. A knight protected their masters because it was their job and they’d be scorned if not. A mere protector wouldn’t shed tears over the fact that he wouldn’t be allowed to tell Janus ‘I love you’ anymore. If Virgil’s role in his life was nothing more than a “protector” then Janus was sure the dictionary needed to update their definition of the term. But even then, the only way to explain it succinctly would be to write: ‘Protector: a parent’.
But regardless of what the term meant to him, or what he wanted it to mean. Ultimately… a protector's job would eventually end. Wouldn’t it?
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And that’s ten! I hoped you like! Let me know if there’s a particular one you want to see more of even its just more snippets as opposed to a chapter I haven’t finished yet.
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If the Sanders Sides had Pokémon teams!
Howdy, so, a user by the name of werewroammin made teams for each of the sides, and inspired me to make my own as well!
I am more into the collection side of Pokémon, I’m all about rare cards and shinies! However, I’ve completed several games, so I at least have the basic knowledge of battling and team building!
I wanted to make teams that suit their personalities, but we’re also functional in the games as actual teams! That said, I’ll be going into a LOT of detail about each of their teams, so this post will be… long…
I’ll save y’all that aren’t interested the trouble, and keep all that nerdy stuff under the cut! For those that ARE interested, you’re in for a treat! Enjoy my rambles!
Patton is up first!
Blissey, Audino (Mega), Kangaskhan, Togekiss, Politoed, and Sylveon!
For Blissey, I chose this for their moveset, item, and ability!
Blissey is a Pokémon that’s seen in Pokémon centers, and is also called the happiness Pokémon, all of which has Patton written all over it.
Blissey is also a huge TANK of a Pokémon, and with minimize paired with leftovers and calm mind, this thing is one big POWER HOUSE. Probably would be Patton’s strongest on his team.
Next up, Audino (Mega)!
Audino is also commonly seen in Pokémon centers. Called the hearing Pokémon, Audino can use its EARS to detect someone’s physical and emotional health, which makes them wonderful helpers to nurses!
I imagine this would be Patton’s ace Pokémon, as they are usually very cheerful and friendly Pokémon, known for approaching any Pokémon, even if they seem hostile. Sound familiar?
Now, onto Kangaskhan!
Who matches Patton better than the one and only parent Pokémon? Another absolute tank of a Pokémon, and one that’s well known for being a caring and nurturing Pokémon to people and other Pokémon alike. Patton through and through!
He’d probably allow Kangaskhan to baby sit Virgil regularly, despite the fact that Virgil is an adult man-
Up next, Togekiss!
Still keeping up the fairy theme, I wanted to have a Pokémon that seemed cuddly and soft but also useful. Togekiss isn’t the best fairy type, but they have a wide range of moves that could help with type advantages, like solar beam and aura sphere.
Togekiss is also seen as a good luck charm! Usually steers clear of conflict, and isn’t one to be hostile first. Basically the kind of Pokémon that would rather hug it out than throw hands- uh, wings I guess-
Next on the list, Politoed!
Come on. This is THE Pokémon for Patton. An adorable little frog? Tell me this isn’t Patton to a tea by design alone. Go on. I’ll wait.
They’re usually seen as the leaders of their groups of poliwags and poliwhirls, and quite strong ones at that. They like to sing, even though to the human ear it sounds like they’re dying. Yeah, Politoed is just meant for Patton.
And finally, Sylveon!
Another fairy, but I think this one specifically is a great choice for Patton, as they’re very emotional Pokémon and can literally tap into people’s feelings and soothe them.
They’re known for helping people calm down by wrapping their ribbons around peoples arms in a soothing way. Sylveon could definitely help Patton if he’s getting too emotional, and basically be Pattons little therapy Pokémon.
That concludes Patton! Now!
It’s Logan’s turn!
Alakazam, Meowstic (Male), Glastrier, Froslass, Aegislash, and Klingklang!
A combination of psychic, ice, and steel types, all of which are pretty fitting for some entirely based on Logic itself.
First to talk about, Alakazam!
Said to have an IQ of 5,000, this extremely intelligent Pokémon is a great fit for Logan. Alakazam would be his ace, his best friend, his most loyal companion. They’d get along swimmingly, and I like to think it’d be adorable for him to find an Abra as a little kid and raise it to a fully evolved Alakazam.
Paired with their intelligence, they’re also wickedly strong Pokémon, and given the right moveset, they can make one big powerhouse for the whole team.
Next, Meowstic!
Meowstic isn’t the strongest psychic type out there, but the design alone suits Logan, so I did a bit more digging on them and found out they really represent Logan more than I thought.
These Pokémon are known for concealing their psychic energy because it’s too powerful for them to control. Kinda like how Logan’s emotions are so powerful he can hardly control them, so he hides them.
Unfortunately, I can only add 10 photos per post on mobile, so this will just have to be a part one for now! Do not fret, part two is already in the works! :]
Next on the list would be the rest of Logan’s team, and the start of a certain prince’s team!
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The Visionary's Nightmare
Summary: Logan Sanders was not a rich man. He lived in the poverty sector of the city of Archaeus, where crates were remodeled into barely-livable huts, food and water were scarce, and crime was abundant. He himself was no stranger to illegality, stealing often just to get by. But when he meets Virgil Callaghan, a wealthy scientist who works at Syneuron, his whole world starts to turn upside down as secrets from the past are beginning to become uncovered.
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Chapter 1: Surviving
in which logan tries to get by.
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Logan waited in the dark and shadow filled alleyway, his cybernetic eye dimmed to not give off light. He was crouched, as still as a cat about to pounce.
And then he heard it. The telltale whirr of a robot patrolling down the old and broken down street, hovering a few inches above the ground in order to not encounter any debris that might block its path. Logan kept waiting until it walked past the alley and then he lunged.
His robotic hand shot out to crush its mechanical neck before plunging itself into the chest of it, pulling out the core and causing it to shut off, crumpling into a heap on the ground. Logan looked around for any cameras and found two on a light post nearby.
With a bandana functioning as a mask still pulled up and over his nose, he brought out two throwing knives and threw them at the two cameras. They struck true, the cameras fizzling out and dying down.
Now technically, this was illegal, first to take out a robot like he had done (especially one whose role was to patrol the streets and enforce the ‘rules’. [People never called it laws , only ‘rules.’ It gave them the impression of more freedom, Logan supposed]). And second, to then destroy property, such as those two security cameras. But Logan found he didn’t really care, he needed the parts from the robot to fix his own cybernetic parts, and they could always make new cameras. So, wins for him all around.
He cut through back alleyways and stalked down streets like a wraith, avoiding the spots where he knew where cameras could see him, knowing this part of the sector like the back of his hand. Logan finally pulled down his mask for it to hang loosely around his neck once he reached the area where he knew no cameras were planted. He walked much more leisurely before reaching a crate.
Logan walked around the back of it and ran his hand along the surface until he found a different material than appearance first suggested. (Call him paranoid, he said that planting a piece of tech that showed a hologram of a blank crate wall while there was actually a door was just smart thinking.)
He knelt down and the retinal scanner flickered to life, quickly detecting that it was, in fact, Logan. There was a small click and Logan walked through the door, sealing it behind him. He let out a sigh, shrugging his jacket off and loosening the grey bandana around his neck some more and leaving the robot in the corner. He grit his teeth and tensed up suddenly as his robotic hand started acting up, malfunctioning and sending jolts of pain up his right arm.
Clutching it with his left and breathing in short little bursts in a futile effort to distract himself from the pain, Logan rushed over to his toolbox and rummaged around in it (dimly noting, somewhere in the back of his mind, that several were close to breaking and he’d have to make a trip to get more soon. Stealing or paying, depended on who it was). He grabbed a handful of what he needed and stumbled back over to the robot, beginning to dismantle it for parts. Luckily, he found the necessary parts quickly and sat down on a chair, beginning the long and grueling process of repairing the robotic limb.
A few hours later, Logan was laying on his old sleeping bag that had served him for years, looking up at the top of the crate. (There was a spot that looked weaker than the others, he’d probably have to hammer a sheet of metal to it soon.) Sighing, he got up with tired eyes and walked over to the sink.
This crate-type house had had a previous owner and they hadn’t done much with the place, but what they had done was install a sink. Logan grimaced in sympathy at the thought of the long process of having to put in a sink.
(He didn’t know what happened to the previous owner. He hoped that they were alright, but considering the fact that this crate had been abandoned when he found it? Those hopes weren’t high.)
He quickly washed up, splashing water on his face and using one of the bars of soap he had stolen a few days prior. Logan then changed into a simple blue t-shirt and black shorts, both slightly tattered and worn down, one of his 3 pairs of clothes he owned. He laid back down in the sleeping bag, finally ready to sleep.
But sleep did not want to come.
He was awake for hours, staring blankly at the ceiling with exhaustion covering him like a thick blanket, but he still could not drift off. His thoughts swirled around in his head, unable to quiet down. First and foremost was the to-do list:
Find some more food, non-perishable
Steal or pay for more tools (the method depends on who he’s getting it from)
Destroy some more robots for spare parts (he always needed more)
Water stock’s getting low, find some more
Sharpen and clean his knives
Double check his robotic hand to see if it’s repaired fully in the morning
Then, it was random thoughts floating in and out of his conscious mind. Tech upgrades, surviving, trading with the duke and the snake, etc., etc.
Finally deducing that sleep would continue to evade him, he sighed, irritated, and stood up, tying his bandana around his neck and putting on socks and shoes. He walked out of the crate, quickly scaling a nearby building to jump across the tops of other buildings. There was a small pond in this poverty sector, polluted and murky, but a peaceful place to be nonetheless. Climbing back down, he landed softly on the turf before sitting down, overlooking the water. He ran a hand through his hair, his seemingly always tense muscles finally relaxing. The sun rose over the city as Logan watched a small pond of water in a rundown little place.
And it was just another day of surviving.
a/n: its a cyberpunk au i have no self control
taglist: @star-crossed-shipper, @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond
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