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littlecloudprince · 1 year

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Bears Aren't Green! ...Or Are They?

Summary: Logan doesn't understand why Patton is colouring his bear green. In point of fact, bears aren't green! But what if it's an imaginary bear? Can they be green?

Warnings: A meltdown scene, not super graphic, but it is a meltdown

A/N: Agere Logan, Roman and Patton angst-turned-fluff with a slice of tween!agere Remus because yes :3

Logan, Roman and Patton were all colouring together. Logan was colouring a picture of a spaceship, Roman was colouring in a little prince, and Patton's picture was a bear. Logan was colouring his picture the same colours as his toy spaceship, blue and red, because it made sense. Roman was colouring the prince's cape red, and the crown yellow. That made sense too. What didn't make sense, however, was that Patton was colouring his bear green.

"In point of fact, bears aren't green," Logan stated. Patton looked up from his paper.

"They're usually brown or black. Or white. But never green," Logan continued. Patton turned to Roman, unsure what to do.

"You can colour your bear green if you want to, Patton," Roman assured the youngest one.

"But they're not green!" Logan argued. He was getting frustrated, not understanding how a bear could possibly be green.

"Imaginary bears can be green, Logan," Roman explained. Logan frowned.

"But... It's wrong! He's colouring it wrong!" Logan pointed to Patton. At this point, the youngest one had stopped colouring the bear. He didn't want to make Logan upset by doing it wrong. He hugged his frog plushie close to his chest, silent tears dwelling in his eyes.

"You're making Patton upset, Logan," Roman reprimanded, moving closer to Patton so that he could give him a hug.

"But bears aren't green!" Logan crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Patton can colour his bear whatever colour he wants to, Logan!" Roman jumped to the youngest one's defense.

"But... Bears aren't green! He's doing it wrong!" Logan repeated his previous argument, too frustrated and confused to be able to come up with a new one.

"You can't do it wrong, there's no rules to colouring!" Roman argued. Logan didn't know how to put his thoughts into words anymore. Instead, he huffed, frustrated tears dwelling into his eyes. Roman sighed. It was his duty, as the oldest, to settle this. Only...he didn't know how.

"Logan, why do you care so much about what colour the bear is?" he asked. He wanted to understand the middle one's point of view.

"Not green," Logan muttered, his frustration and confusion limiting his vocabulary.

"Why not?"

"Not! Green!" Logan yelled, grabbing the green crayon and chucking it with all his might. It went flying to the wall, and split in half.

"Logan! You know we don't throw stuff!" Roman reprimanded, as Patton hid behind the oldest Little.

"What's going on here, what's all this ruckus?" Janus asked from the doorway, having been alerted by the noise.

"Not! Green! Not! Green! Not! Green!" Logan kept repeating like a broken record, banging his temples with his fists.

"We were colouring, and then Logan got upset because bears aren't green, and then Patton got upset that Logan got upset, and now I don't know what to do!" Roman explained, the pressure getting him to tear up now as well.

"I'm sure you did your best, my little prince. Let the grown-ups handle it now," Janus gently pet Roman's head. The snake summoned Virgil for help, and with that, the caregivers set to help the Littles. Virgil took Logan to his designated Quiet Room to calm down, meanwhile Janus stayed in the nursery with Roman and Patton.

"Think you could tell me what got you so upset?" Virgil asked the now calmed down Logan. They were both sitting on bean bags, and fidgeting with Tangles. Virgil's was black and purple, whereas Logan's was metallic indigo. Logan also had a weighted lap pad on his lap.

"Not green," Logan muttered.

"Bears aren't green?" Virgil confirmed, having been filled in on what had happened by Janus. Logan nodded.

"Did it confuse you that Patton was colouring his bear green?" Virgil asked.

"Not green!"

"Alright, I hear you. And you're right, real bears aren't green," Virgil spoke gently. Logan nodded again, keeping his eyes to his Tangle. He was glad someone was understanding him.

"But you know, the cool thing about imaginary bears is that they can be whatever colour you want! Even green," the emo continued.

"If you want to colour your pictures accurate to the real world, that's totally cool. But if Patton wants to colour his pictures differently, that's okay too. Right?" Virgil concluded. Logan nodded hesitantly. The caregiver didn't fail to catch that.

"Tell me what's going on in that little head of yours," he said. Logan stayed quiet, tensing slightly.

"Is it hard to put it into words?" Virgil sympathised. Logan nodded, relaxing again.

"How about this?" Virgil pulled out his phone, opening it to an AAC app that he had installed. He offered it to Logan, but to his surprise, the boy shook his head.

"No?" the caregiver asked. Logan shook his head again. Virgil pocketed his phone, not quite sure how to go from here. For a moment, they both sat in silence, fidgeting with their respective Tangles.

"Why green?" Logan suddenly broke the silence.

"Oh, why did Patton colour his bear green?" Virgil confirmed Logan's question again, receiving a nod in response.

"Hm, well, I don't know. Do you think he needs a reason?" the emo gently encouraged Logan to think. The child thought for a moment, before shrugging uncertainly.

"Could he have wanted to colour his bear like Clover?" Virgil helped out. Logan processed for a moment before nodding slightly. It did make sense that Patton would want to colour the bear like his plushie. The small Logic's eyebrows furrowed as his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixating somewhere between his lap and the Tangle between his fingers. Virgil took note of this.

"What's wrong?" he gently asked. Logan didn't answer right away, needing some time to collect his swarming thoughts.

"M I... M I bad?" he mumbled, looking up in the caregiver's eyes for just a moment before averting his gaze again, eye contact still being too uncomfortable.

"No, of course you're not bad, bud! You just got confused is all, mistakes happen," Virgil assured the little boy.

"Don't like making mistakes..."

"Aw, I know. But you know, you could fix it by apologising to Patton." Logan perked up slightly at Virgil's suggestion.

"How?"

"I might have an idea," Virgil smiled surreptitiously.

Some time passed before Virgil and Logan returned to the nursery room. Patton and Roman were contently building a castle out of some blocks, Patton mainly cuddling with Clover and occasionally handing Roman a block. The youngest one was surrounded by plushies, amongst them the frog from earlier. Janus was watching over the two with Remus by his side, the latter having regressed to a tween and now entertaining himself with his iPad.

"Patton? Logan has something he'd like to say to you," Virgil gently announced their entrance. Patton tentatively looked up as everyone else was snapped out of their bubbles too.

"Um," Logan started, cluthing a piece of paper and a green crayon behind his back.

"Go on, it's okay," the caregiver encouraged softly.

Logan took a careful step forward, taking a deep breath.

"I'm– I'm sorry!" he blurted out, taking another breath before continuing; "I'm not as good as Ro-Ro, but... here," he held out the card from behind his back. Patton reached for the card, curiously looking it over. When he noticed that there was text, he held it out to Roman.

"Ead?" he mumbled behind his pacifier.

"Of course I'll read it for you!" the prince said, taking the card in his own hands and holding it so that the both of them could see.

"It says: 'I'm sorry I made you upset. I didn't mean to. I didn't understand you wanted to colour Clover.' signed, Logan," Roman read outloud.

"And look! It's you and Clover!" the six-year-old pointed to the picture Logan had drawn, receiving a happy noise and a few hand flaps from the two-year-old.

"And... I'm sorry I broke the crayon. Vee helped me get you a new one. It's the exact same colour as Clover, so you can colour a new picture of her," Logan spoke nervously, holding out the new green crayon. Patton carefully took the crayon, carefully looking it over.

"What do we say?" Roman prompted softly.

"Ankoo!" Patton squeaked, before carefully standing up and toddling to Logan, holding out his arms. The four-year-old opened his arms, letting the toddler collide into him.

"Wuvoo!" the two-year-old declared, squeezing Logan tightly. Logan had to process for a moment before realising to answer the hug. He smiled in relief, his eyes glistening slightly.

"...I love you too."

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agerestorybits · 1 year

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The difference between nightmares and bad dreams.

Agere Logan, cg Virgil, Cg Patton.

They weren't nightmares. He didn't wake up crying or shaking like the others did when they had nightmares. He didn't have any confusion about what was happening. He knew he had been asleep, his dreams were unpleasant and then he woke up.

There was no need for him to go find someone to help him calm the nervousness. Logan didn't wake up in a cold sweat like Virgil did, he didn't scream out like Roman did, he didn't shake like Patton. He wasn't confused at what was dream or not like Janus would be and he didn't need to have someone tell him he was fine!

He knew he was fine. He had unpleasant dreams all the time. If he got unnerved by the dark he turned his light on and got to work. He didn't go back to sleep, not when he knew he was just going to have more unpleasant dreams. What was the point of sleep if it stressed him out more than helped? Besides, he wasn't real he didn't need sleep.

Logan knew he was lying to himself but he couldn't tell what parts were the lies. Maybe he wasn't lying so much as he was wrong. That was a thought that made going and asking someone for help not an option. He was stubborn and he didn't need help.

He might want it though. He had already been awake for four hours, barely sleeping for two before his dreams had forced him out of bed and to his desk. He wasn't working tonight. At least he had started off working but ended up playing with his pens as he regressed. He knew there was a moment where he realized he was regressed but since he didn't regress for a bad reason he was fine to be by himself.

That made sense. He should only need someone to watch him when he needed help the most. It was too early to watch anyone else up. He couldn’t make sense of the clock so he was just listening for someone else to start moving around outside. Then it would be awake time- morning and he could go hang out.

Just hang out, he didn't need watching!

He heard a door open quietly then close. Footsteps on the stairs. It sounded like Patton! Patton go up kinda early sometimes so maybe it was morning now. Logan opened his door slowly to make sure he didn't wake anybody else and tiptoed down the hall to the stairs.

Virgil was sitting on the couch with his weighted blanket wrapped around him looking upset, Patton was in the kitchen making something. Probably hot chocolate or tea since Virgil must have had a nightmare. He looked like he did. Logan almost jumped when Virgil looked at him and jumped.

"Jeez Lo don't sneak around in the dark." Virgil muttered as Logan walked over to the couch and sat down sideways so he could face Virgil.

Logan sat with his legs crossed, "Sorry. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just...fucking nightmares am I right?" Virgil said with a shaky laugh. Logan glanced towards the kitchen when Virgil cursed but Patton didn't hear them so it was alright. He wasn't going to get Virgil in trouble for swearing.

"I don't get nightmares." Logan said flatly.

"I bet you don't have dreams at all." Virgil said. "You never talk about any of them."

Logan didn't want to argue. He wished Virgil was right, then he could sleep all night and he wouldn't have to spend so many hours alone in the nighttime before other people woke up.

"Logan!" Patton yelped as he stepped in the room with two mugs of tea from the smell, peppermint. Logan liked peppermint tea. He didn't have a nightmare so he didn't need any, he firmly reminded himself. Beside its for Virgil and Patton who have had a rough night. "What are you doing awake?"

Logan shrugged as he watched Virgil take the mug of tea from Patton and wrapping both hands around it. Most likely using the warmth from the mug to ground himself. Virgil tended to have the most lingering discomfort from nightmares. "You have a nightmare?" Patton asked offering Logan his mug of tea, Logan politely declined it.

"He doesn't get nightmares." Virgil said smiling a little bit. A wistful tone in his voice.

"A bad dream then?" Patton asked looking at Logan concerned. Logan could tell by the way Patton's tone had shifted just slightly that he knew that Logan was little.

"I'm fine." Logan said looking down to pick at a loose thread on the end of his pants.

"Lo did you have a bad dream?" Virgil asked.

"Yes." Logan admitted.

"I'll go make you a cup of tea." Patton said getting up.

"You don't have to. It was just a bad dream I'm fine!" Logan said a bit grumpy. Maybe a tiny teeny bit happy that they seemed to care even when it was just a bad dream.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Virgil asked, his tone also shifted now. Great they were trying to take care of him because he was little not Virgil who needed help!

"Because it's just a bad dream! it's not like a nightmare." Logan huffed grabbing a spare blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders. He had been an older kid but now he was getting younger and that wasn't fair! He shouldn't be upset just answering questions!

"Bad dreams are still upsetting." Patton said softly.

"Do you get bad dreams often?" Virgil asked as Logan refused to look up at either of them.

"Maybe." Logan muttered.

"You are allowed to ask for help ducky." Patton said firmly pushing his untouched mug of tea into Logan's hands. Patton stood to go make himself another cup and gave Virgil a glance that Logan couldn't read.

"What makes a bad dream not a nightmare?" Virgil asked. Logan sipped at the peppermint tea and hummed before answering.

"It's not so bad that you have to have help." Logan said.

"So bad dreams aren't scary?" Virgil asked scooting closer to Logan and letting him curl up against him.

"They can be! My dreams can be really scary." Logan said hugging the warm mug to his chest, the warmth reminding him that he didn't need to be afraid of the shadows.

"Then why aren't they nightmares?" Virgil asked.

"I don't wake up screaming, or confused, or crying." Logan listed off. "So it can't be a nightmare!"

"If someone else had one of your bad dreams do you think they would call it a nightmare?" Virgil asking making Logan think.

"I think so." Logan said, a bit grumpy to admit that he might have nightmares after he said he didn't.

"Well nightmares or bad dreams." Patton said returning. "My door is always open."

Virgil gave Logan a one armed hug and seconded that.

Next time Logan woke up in the middle of the night he would go to Virgil's room and be reassured that everything was fine. He would crawl into bed with him and they would sleep untill morning, Logan waking up feeling better rested then he had in months.

For now he would drink his tea and listen to Patton and Virgil talk about light topics to ease the mood.

#agere Logan #Cg Virgil #Cg patton

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dannyisdone · 1 year

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Day 12: Witches!

“My Mama’s a witch.” Remus said casually as he forced together two lego blocks in a way they weren’t meant to be together. He waited eagerly for Logan to respond defensively.

“Okay.” Was all Logan replied with, flipping the page of his comic book. Remus blinked, clearly not having expected such a casual comment in return for what Logan should have found as an outrageous claim! Remus scooted closer to the other regressor, wanting to make sure he was heard properly.

“My Mama casts spells, I helped her pick out the candle once. We casted a spell for Thomas.” Remus said, pretending to be focused on his legos, though his gaze kept peering back up at Logan.

But still, Logan didn’t even look bothered at all! He merely hummed, his eyes firmly still following his finger as they swept under the words on the page.

“A-And she makes potions too!! My mommy’s a really real witch!” Remus continued to insist, legos discarded as he waited for Logan’s reaction. He was supposed to argue back! Claim that witches weren’t real and magic was just illusions and stuff! Remus had been so ready for it!

“Okay.” Logan said once more, still no reaction to be found! Remus whined and got up on his knees, leaning over the table and hiding Logan’s comic book with his hands.

“Hey!” Logan snapped, finally giving Remus a little bit of the reaction he wanted.

“My Mama’s a witch! Don’t you have anything t’say bout it?” Remus asked.

“No!”

“Why!?”

“Cause my Mama’s a witch too!”

Remus gasped at the admission, his eyes lighting up.

“Really?!” He asked. Logan nodded, not a hint of sarcasm on him.

“My Mama writes spells, and even let me write one once and put it on fire,”

“REALLY?” Remus repeated. Logan nodded, a proud smug smile on his face.

“Mhm. My Mama’s a real witch. Dunno ‘bout yours.” Logan said, placing his finger back on his comic book and returning to reading. Caught up in the thought of asking his Mama if they could do a fire spell, it took Remus a few seconds to fully register what Logan had said.

“Hey! My Mama is a real witch!”

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“Mama! Show him you're a real witch.”

“No! Mama you’re the real witch!”

Janus and Virgil exchanged glances as their little ones clung to them, pointing accusatory fingers at the other.

“I didn’t see you at the Devil’s sacrament.” Janus said with a smirk on her face. Virgil rolled their eyes.

“The Devil and I don’t meet as such formal affairs.” They said with a dismissive wave.

The two caregivers both chuckled, before turning to their perspective babies.

“Remus, anyone can be a witch.” Janus said, before lowering her voice, holding out the palm of her hand and conjuring a small snake. “But you and I are the only ones who know who the really powerful ones are.”

“I knew it!” Remus whispered in quiet excitement.

“Janus is just as much of a witch as I am, Logan.” Virgil said, before kissing Logan’s forehead, then whispering in his ear. “But we have to keep my real power a secret, alright?” They whispered, icy breath tickling Logan’s ear.

“Y-yes Mama.” He giggled in delight.

#sanders sides #sanders sides agere #agere remus #agere logan #cg janus #cg virgil #remus sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #dannyiswriting #danny's collection of spooky little stories

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abused-sides · 1 year

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Alright tumblr ate my ask so summing up what i had said yes lil virgil has a purple stormcloud blankie and remus has a lil teddy bear version of himself and also cg!janus helps w harmless pranks

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides agere #little virgil #little remus #cg janus

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littleboy-logan · 2 years

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Night Scares

just a short little drabble cos im starved of cg roman content (i say starved but idk how much cg roman content there actually is lmao). hope you enjoy!!!

Characters: Janus, Roman

Pairing(s): platonic roceit

Warnings: mention of nightmares, and i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed anything!!

Word count: 102

Roman was peacefully sleeping until the bed shifted under him. He jumped awake, ready to summon his sword, until he realized it was only Janus. He had crawled into bed with him, freezing upon realizing Roman was awake.

"Oh, little snakeling," Roman murmured. "What brings you here in the middle of the night?"

"Nightmare," he whispered. "Made me regress, 'n' I needed you."

"Oh, you poor thing. Do you need cuddles?"

Janus nodded, and Roman gathered his little into his arms. He ran a hand up and down his back, whispering words of comfort.

"It's alright now, little one. I've got you."

#virgils fics #agere #agere sanders sides #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #janus sanders #cg roman #agere janus

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pattonsfam-ily · 1 year

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would you ever want to try your hand at being a cg Virgil?

ehhh probably not lol like i can barely take care of myself i really don’t think i’d be able to take care of another age regressor. i could maybe try babysitting someone tho i dunno -virgil

#being a cg is too much commitment babysitting is a lot more chill #ooc tag:#virgil

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Ive had little logan fall out of a tree b4. I just want him 2 be comforted :(

#revy.txt #i cant rmbr if his mom was his cg in that or if it was janus #or virgil...#it was someone.

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thorin-baby-bear · 4 months

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Cg!Virgil and Little!Logan agere mood board :33

#agere #age regression #fandom agere #safe agere #sfw agere #moodboard #sanders sides agere #logan sanders #virgil sanders

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pacisandpuzzles · 3 months

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ME & MY FRIEND R TRYING 2 FIND AN AGERE FIC SERIES. DOES ANY1 KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO "LOGANS VERY BAD, NO GOOD, HORRIBLE DAY "? (I THINK THAT WAS THE TITLE) THE AUTHOR WAS ANONYMOUS & IT HAS VANISHED :(

IT WAS AN ANALOGICAL AGERE FIC W/ CG VIRGIL & LITTLE LOGAN.

#sanders sides #sanders sides agere #logan sanders #virgil sanders

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puppycatremus · 4 months

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SCREAM I FORGOT ABT UR TEEN REGRESSOR VIRGIL AGENDA omfg Remus would be so good at offering him opportunities for like supervised chaos, like Virgil is deep in teenage angst and Remus is just like. Hey wanna go smash a bunch of pottery with baseball bats outside. And he acts really chill and fun abt it w Virgil so he feels rebellious but also makes sure that Vee is doing it safely, he's listening to V's suggestions abt what to break and how, he's helping V get his frustrations out through harmless violence.... i love teen Virgil and he would think Remus is the coolest :')

AAAA YESYESYESYES OMG 😭😭😭😭

#agere #sanders sides agere #agere virgil #teen regressor virgil #cg remus

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littlecloudprince · 1 year

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An All-Out Binky War

Summary: Patton loves his binky! It's his absolute favourite thing, and he never, ever wants to get rid of it! But what if he's too old for it? Can you be too old for a comfort item? Someone certainly thinks so. And now there's an all-out binky war! Oh no...

Warnings: Arguing, taking away a comfort object, some like... PG-13 "swearing"

A/N: Hey! Hi! Hello! I'm alive! I know I haven't updated in a loooooong time, I'm really sorry! School kicked my butt a lot, and that led to writer's block. But I'm back now! And I'm happy to inform that I graduated right before Christmas, and this means that I have more time and less stress! And that means I can write! Hopefully!

So anyway, I've decided to treat you munchkins to not one, not two, but THREE oneshots tonight! Because I kind of just disappeared like that, so I feel like y'all deserve a lil extra 💅✨

Hope you enjoy!

- Princey L

Patton had a favourite pacifier. It had a cyan shield, orange handle, white middle part and a latex teat. It was Patton's favourite thing in the world, and the little boy loved it very dearly. Whenever he regressed, he absolutely had to have it, and would cry if he couldn't find it.

"Where is it? Where is it, where is it, where is it?" Patton kept repeating to himself and his frog plushie, Mr. Froggers, growing more and more panicked by the minute. He tossed around pillows, looked under tables and even went through the pockets of every jacket on the coat rack in an attempt to find his precious binky. He looked everywhere, high and low, but it was like his comfort object had disappeared into thin air. Virgil walked into what looked like the aftermath of a hurricane in the living room.

"What's going on kiddo?" he asked the frantic boy.

"Binky! I can't find my binky!" Patton exclaimed, his voice breaking as tears began pooling in his eyes.

"Aw, c'mere, bub," Virgil cooed sympathetically, opening his arms for a hug as Patton broke down in sobs. The little boy all but ran into Virgil's arms, needing the comfort. Virgil lifted the sad boy up on his hip, and gently rocked him for a moment.

"Let's go get you a cup of water, hm? We wouldn't want you to run out of tears, now would we? And then we'll look for your binky together," Virgil promised. Patton nodded, having calmed down from sobs to hiccups.

In the kitchen, as Virgil reached for one of Patton's cups from the cupboard, he saw a rather familiar cyan and orange object on top of the fridge.

"What's this doing here?" he mused to himself. He opted for a puppy themed cup and filled it with water before handing it to Patton, who was sitting on the counter. Virgil then turned back to the fridge, and took down Patton's binky.

"Good news pal, I found your binky! It's a little dusty, so I'll rinse it off before you can have it, okay?" the emo said, taking the pacifier to the sink.

"My binky!" Patton lit up. "Why was it on top of the fridge?"

"I don't know bud," Virgil answered honestly, drying off the comfort object before offering it to it's rightful owner. Patton opened his mouth, letting the caregiver put the binky in place.

"Thank you!" the little boy mumbled behind the teat, reaching his arms out for Virgil. He took the cue and set Patton's now empty cup aside before picking him back up.

"How's about you settle down with some Steven Universe while I make us all lunch?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, rubbing the leftover tear residue from his eyes underneath his round glasses. He was a little worn out from crying, and cuddling up with Mr. Froggers and his binky felt like a good idea. So, Virgil carried the little boy back in the living room, and gently sat him down on the couch. The caregiver turned the tv on to the boy's comfort cartoon, tidied up a bit and gave Patton a kiss on the head before heading back in the kitchen.

After a few episodes, Roman emerged from his room. As he passed by Patton to go to the kitchen, he noticed the pacifier in the curly haired boy's mouth, and furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Oh, you still have your binky?" he asked. Patton just nodded, not knowing why the prince would assume otherwise. Roman didn't say anything else, but did give Patton a quizzical glance before making his way to the kitchen.

"I thought Logan said not to give Patton his binky anymore?"

"What?" Virgil turned his attention from the sandwiches he was making to Roman.

"Didn't he?"

"Why would he say that?"

"I don't know, I just... thought he did," Roman said, feeling uncertain.

"Well, whatever, Patton is always allowed to have it. Capiche?"

"Capiche," Roman sat down at the table. The two continued chit-chatting, Virgil continuing to make lunch, until a panicked noise came from the living room. Before either had time to react, Logan walked in.

"Who gave Patton this?" he asked, dangling the blue and orange object between his thumb and index finger.

"Did you seriously just take that from him?" Virgil asked snarkily.

"He doesn't need it."

"Yes he does. He's regressed."

"No, he doesn't. He's far too old for it."

"Did you miss the part where he's regressed?" Virgil asked sarcastically. Logan sighed.

"What I'm saying is that a six-year-old shouldn't be using a pacifier. It'll harm the development of his teeth. He needs to be weaned off."

"Wait. You put Patton's binky on the fridge? Are you kidding me, Logan? What the hell is wrong with you?" Virgil threw his hands in the air.

"I'm doing him a favor," Logan stated, starting to put Patton's beloved comfort object on top of the fridge again.

"Give me that!" Virgil snapped, snatching the pacifier from Logan's hand.

"Roman, you agree with me, right?" Logan turned to the prince who had been watching the scene unfold.

"Uh, well, I..."

"Oh come on, you can't take advantage of Roman agreeing with you just because he can't stand up for himself!" Virgil fired.

"Hey! I totally can stand up for myself! How rude!" Roman stood up, offended.

"Whatever! I'm taking this back to Patton now," the hoodie-clad Side rolled his eyes, completely done with the other two. He left the kitchen, only to be met with an empty couch.

In the meanwhile, Janus was getting some chores done while Remus was taking a nap in their side of the Mind Palace. It was one of Remus' really small days, so he was remarkably calmer and quieter than usual, allowing Janus to have a calmer day as well. The scaley Side was folding some clothes, spotting one of Roman's hoodies along his and Remus' laundry. It wasn't an unusual find, seeing as Remus tended to grab whatever hoodie or sweater he first saw when he got cold, paying no mind to whose it was. Janus would then wash and dry it before returning it to it's rightful owner.

The snake decided it was time to strech his legs anyway, so he might as well go return the hoodie now. He got up and stretched, a silent groan escaping his mouth. Perhaps sitting on the floor, hunched over his laundry, wasn't the best position to be in. Regardless, Janus took the hoodie and checked on the peacefully sleeping Remus before attaching the baby monitor on his belt and making his way to the core side of the Mind Palace. He passed through the living room, where Virgil, Logan and Roman were arguing about something or other. He didn't feel like getting involved, so he kept going, deciding to drop Roman's hoodie off in his room before heading right back to his baby. He froze, however, when he was passing Patton's room and heard muffled sounds from inside. The sounds were so faint they were barely there, but Janus could sense something was wrong. He went to drop Roman's hoodie off on his bed before heading back to Patton's room. He took a breath, and gently knocked on the door.

"Patton, darling, may I come in? It's JanJan," he said. He got a faint 'yes' as a response, and with that he opened the door and entered the room. Patton was sat on the floor, clutching Mr. Froggers tightly, hiding his mouth behind the plushie's head. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were shiny, as his fingers ran slowly back and forth on the back of Mr. Froggers' head. Janus carefully sat next to Patton, leaving a bit of space in case the little boy needed it.

"What's wrong hun?" he asked gently. Patton hesitated for a moment.

"You can tell me, I promise I won't get mad," Janus said, taking off his right glove before offering his pinky. Patton thought for a moment longer, before finally linking his pinky with the yellow Side's.

"Lo-Lo doesn't like me anymore, and now him and Vee and Ro-Ro are fighting and it's all my fault!"

"Did Logan say that to you?"

"Well... No... But he took my binky! Said I can't have it anymore!" Patton pouted, lip trembling as a few tears escaped from his eyes to his cheeks. Janus carefully wiped the tears away with his thumbs, gently cupping Patton's small face in his hands.

"I'm sorry he did that, that was really mean of him," he sympathised. Patton sniffed, reaching his arms out and climbing in Janus' lap. The latter wrapped his arms around the small one, and they both just stayed there for a while, until Remus started fussing in his baby monitor.

"What'dya say, want to come hang out with me and Remus for a while? Leave the others to their dumb fight?" Janus asked, gently playing with Patton's curls. The boy simply nodded, tightening his grip slightly. The older one took the hint, and carefully got up, never letting go of the child. Janus adjusted Patton slightly, before carrying him out of the room. As they passed the other three, still deep in their argument, Janus summoned one of his extra arms before subtly taking Patton's beloved binky from Virgil's hand.

Back at the other side of the Mind Palace, Janus had gotten the still glum Patton situated on the couch before retrieving the fussy Remus from his room. The kiddos were now sitting on the couch, watching as Janus prepared to fold the rest of the laundry. Remus pointed to Patton, a questioning coo rising from behind his pacifier.

"Yeah bub, Patton is feeling a little sad because Logan took his binky away from him," Janus explained. The baby thought for a moment before taking the green pacifier out of his mouth, offering it to the glum child. Patton shook his head, and Janus rose to intervene.

"Ah, that's very thoughtful of you Remus, but we don't share binkies, hun. I think Patton would want this instead," he said, summoning one of his extra arms, the one with Patton's beloved comfort.

"My binky!" Patton perked up, reaching out for Janus' third hand before stopping in his tracks.

"But... Too old for it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Never too old for a comfort object," the caregiver assured, making sure to keep his tone soft and genuine. The boy thought for a moment longer, before finally taking the binky and popping it into his mouth, right where it belonged. He wiggled a little, immediately feeling soothed. Patton suckled on the object gently, his muscles untensing as he finally relaxed. He ran his fingers across the back of Mr. Froggers' head, swaying a little to the tune of Janus' humming. Eventually, Patton nodded off.

He didn't stay asleep for long, however, waking up to the sounds of arguing.

"I can't believe you'd just sneak Patton off like that!" Virgil.

"Oh, yes, what a *terrible* crime, tending to a child in distress!" Janus.

"He's fine! He was just pouting because he's mad I took his pacifier away! He's merely being petty!" Logan.

"Don't you even start with that bull!" Virgil again.

"You can't be serious, Logan!" Janus again.

"I am always serious, necktie! Besides, it is for his own good! Roman agrees with me!"

"I—"

"Oh for eff's sake, grow a backbone, Roman!"

Patton covered his ears tightly, it was all too much! He didn't want this, he didn't want this! He quietly sunk down, holding back tears and hands firmly on his ears, Mr. Froggers in tow.

Thomas was editing on the couch, when he felt Patton rise up next to him. Before he had a chance to react, Patton was already climbing on his lap, almost causing Thomas to drop his laptop. He fumbled with it for a second before managing to safely place it on the coffee table.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong buddy?" He gently asked, wrapping his arms around Patton as he finally registered the little boy's sobbing.

"Everyone fightin n it's my fault n loud n m scared!" Patton explained in-between hysterical sobs.

"Didn' mean to be bad!"

"You're not bad honey, not at all!" Thomas soothed the panicky boy, gently rocking him and rubbing his back.

"What were the others arguing about?" he asked gently. Patton pointed to the comfort object still bobbing between his lips.

"They were fighting about your pacifier?" Thomas confirmed. Patton nodded, still teary-eyed, but his breathing having calmed down. Before Thomas could ask anything more, a regressed Roman rose up.

"I don't know! I just don't know!" he yelled, pulling at his hair. Patton flinched slightly at the volume, and Thomas tightened his grip slightly.

"I don't know the right answer! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

"Roman—"

"I don't know," Roman's voice broke as he dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he began to sob behind his hands. Thomas carefully rose from the couch, placing Patton on his hip. He then crouched next to Roman, placing a gentle hand on his back.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, sitting down on the floor before carefully rubbing Roman's back.

"They kept pressuring me! I didn't know what to do!" the eight-year-old's voice wavered as he tried to hold back his sobs.

"It's not your fault, hun, I promise," Thomas reassured, hating to see his boys so broken.

"Not your fault," Patton echoed quietly, reaching for Roman's shoulder with his own, small hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't have your back," Roman sniffed, wiping his eyes before reaching for Patton's hand, placing his own on top of it.

"M sorry they're fightin because of me," Patton mumbled, also sniffing and wiping his eyes.

"It's not your fault, bud," Roman and Thomas said simultaneously.

"Jinx," Thomas smiled. Roman gave a small smile in return.

"Tired," Patton yawned around his beloved comfort object.

"Me too," Roman confessed, catching Patton's contagious yawn.

"I think the both of you need a nap, hm? And once you're big again, we can all settle this together, once and for all," Thomas ruffled both boys hair affectionately.

"Toooom!" Roman whined playfully, as Patton just giggled.

"Alright, let's get you two rascals all nice and cozy, yeah?" Thomas carefully got up, making sure Patton was comfortable on his hip before lending a hand to Roman.

"Thanks Tom!" Roman thanked politely. Patton tugged at Thomas' shirt.

"Hm?" The caregiver turned his attention to the younger one.

"Stay?" Patton asked, almost as if he was scared Thomas might leave him the second he falls asleep. And how could Thomas say no to those puppy eyes?

Thus is how Thomas ended up on the couch, sandwiched between a six-year-old and an eight-year-old, and a definite crick in the neck by the time they'd be getting up. Still, there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right here, right now, with his boys. And with that thought, Thomas, too, fell into a peaceful sleep, each boy contently snuffling under a protective arm.

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agerestorybits · 2 years

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Banjo playing skeleton

CG Virgil, Agere Remus, Agere Janus.

Hurt/comfort, abandonment.

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Virgil was taking Janus and Remus shopping. Which following mindscape logic (thanks logan) Meant they had to go to imaginary stores for things. A 'sense of realism helps ground everyone'. This is why Virgil doesn't like the light sides. He was having to walk with his legs, to the store to 'buy' things as he had run out of gummies for Remus and Janus. Both of whom were very little and very grumpy.

Virgil walked in with Remus and Janus hold his hands to make sure they didn't get lost and all of them stopped stunned at the amount of Halloween decorations. Part of Virgil was absolutely thrilled with the amount of items that he would now be able to take to his room. His eyes falling on a set of nightmare before Christmas posters and other things along that vine.

The other part was acutely aware that he had both regressed Janus and Remus with him and everything they would be taking back he would have to CARRY with his ARMS. Curse his anxiety about driving five minutes. He barely managed to step on the brakes and stop the two tiny toddler terrors from bolting off to look at stuff. "VEEVEE LOOKIT!!" "THEY have CANDY!!!"

"Whoa, slow down! We are getting only the stuff on the list and nothing else." Virgil said firmly dragging them past the main display. Once at the section they needed Virgil was putting the gummies and other stuff in the cart he had grabbed. Giving Remus and Janus strict instructing to keep one hand on the cart as he shopped. Ignoring the small items that both of them snuck into the cart.

They got through most of the shopping before a skeleton with light up eyes was next to them activated. A Cowboy hat on it's head, a flannel shirt and a banjo in it's bony grasp. It played a snippet of banjo music before stopping. It was cheap, half the size of an adult skeleton, and clearly was not made to hold up to any type of rough housing. Remus and Janus were froze, their chatter and complaints about the trip stopped as they stared wide eyed at the banjo playing skeleton.

"I want it." Remus said, but not in the whiny complaining way he had for everything else. This was a whisper of just longing. Janus nodded his agreement. Virgil wanted to say no. Reasons popping into his head. It would break easy. He would have to carry it home. How long were they really going to like it? How often is someone going to prank someone else with the light up eyes.

But, He wanted it too. Just a bit.

"Ok." He said making both Remus and Janus turn to stare at him wide eyed before bouncing a bit with their thanks.

With the banjo skeleton tucked into the cart and Virgil trying to figure out how the heck he was going to get it home, he didn't notice Janus slip the nightmare before Christmas posters in the cart, nor the Skeleton onesie.

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His name was, Cassy. Virgil had no idea why the two littles decided that was what he should be named but it what they stuck with. They both gave him items from the trip that they thought he would like. "Cuz you hate it so much." Janus lied as he handed Virgil the set of Nightmare before Christmas posters. "I didn't see you looking at them." He explained as he went back to his fruit gummies.

"Oh! I got you this! It's a skeleton pjs!" Remus said shoving the cloth at Virgil as well.

Virgil ruffled their hair. "You mischief makers! You snuck these into the cart!"

"What?? Noooooo!" Janus said giggling. The fact that they didn't have to pay for anything (solely due to Logan not wanting to work on a mind wide currency system), was the only thing that stopped Virgil from being panicked about their sneaky behavior.

Cassy sat in the living room. Light up eyes sounding as people walked passed. It was not uncommon to hear someone say a greeting back to it.

"Moring Cassy!"

"Cassy bones!"

"Afternoon Cassy!"

"Cassy!"

Even if Virgil ended up leaving, Cassy was still there. Banjo in hand and hat on his head. Toothy grin on his plastic face.

"Cassy wouldn't leave." Remus said ranting to Janus after his introduction went less than ideal. That seemed to be the wrong thing to say as Janus looked away.

"It's a cheap stupid halloween toy Remus. We should have thrown it out with all of Virgil's stuff awhile ago." Janus said angrily.

"Cassy didn't do anything." Remus defended, "Maybe it's just a toy, but it's a toy I like! Is what I like just not good enough for you?"

"Maybe it isn't." Janus said sharply before glaring at Remus, then the plastic skeleton. He straightened his capelet and stormed out of the room. Remus glared at him and took Cassy to his room.

If Janus didn't like it then he didn't get to keep it! Remus thought not quite as big as he had been a few minutes ago. "Once he apologies then you can go back out." Remus promised to the skeleton now sitting on his desk.

Remus was sitting in the living room when Janus came back out, while still little he was also ready to watch Janus get upset about Remus stealing Cassy (as he had in the past causing Janus to demand he be put back in the living room.) An apology to him surely on the way.

"Thank you for taking out the garbage." Janus said when he noticed the empty spot. "See? You can be good sometimes." Janus said before leaving to the kitchen. Leaving Remus feeling very small but not in a nice way. In the way that had Remus feeling ashamed. He hated that feeling.

"Maybe You should leave too if you hate trash so much!" Remus said sharply towards Janus when he came back into the room.

Janus looked Remus up and down slowly. "Clearly."

Remus crossed his arms and sat back on the couch. Silence filled the room, there was no light up eyes or music.

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Remus was sitting on the couch. Today was the wedding. Remus was honestly exhausted, he may like throwing intrusive thoughts at Thomas but today had been way too much. He and Virgil had been working overtime and the whole time Virgil refused to talk to him. "Not now Remus!" and "We both of jobs to do, just do yours or leave. or just leave! that works too!" Virgil's distaste of him left him feeling hurt and small and he was tired. He just wanted Janus to come back.

He knew they still argued more than they used to. Janus seemed to find his antics less fun and more of something he had to clean up. The same way Virgil acted before he left.

Remus pulled his legs up to his chest and started biting his thumb. Virgil cleaned up after him then got mad and left. What if Janus did too? Was..Remus making them leave? More and more words that they both said in the past were adding up as the clock ticked past nine....then ten....eleven.

Midnight.

No sign of Janus. Remus stood frowning. Maybe he has snuck past Remus to go to bed. Or he just wanted to shower before he came to talk to him. Remus walked over to look down the hallway where the bedrooms and bathroom were only to find two doors. His bedroom and the bathroom.

Janus' door was gone. Virgil's door was gone.

"Deedee?" Remus called out only to be met with silence. "Jan?" Remus called louder walking to the bathroom and looking in even when he knew Janus wouldn't be there. Remus was numb with shock. He was alone.

He was ALONE. No one was still here.

No one but. "Cassy!" Remus gasped as he rushed back to his room to find the skeleton still on his desk. He started crying and grabbed the skeleton hugging it. "You won't leave me. I'm not alone. I'm ok." Remus lied to himself as he ignored the way plastic cracked in several places from the strength of his hold.

Remus found an old black sweater and replaced the flannel and removed the broken banjo and crushed cowboy hat.

Cassy moved around the house with Remus, playing his little song all day with no one there to complain.

The day his song turned distorted. His eyes flickered out one last time. Remus hugging him so tightly the plastic crushed and crumbled in his arms left Remus curled up sobbing in the bathtub as the reality of being alone hit him.

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Remus had fallen asleep in the bathtub. So when he woke up in bed, fresh clean pjs and a hand stroking his hair, he was content to just let himself have his soft dream before he had to climb out of the bathtub.

"I wish I hadn't left." He could hear Janus, he sounded close to tears.

"It's not your fault...at least not totally." Virgil said.

Remus was a bit confused by the route his dream was taking, normally it involved Virgil and Janus fighting like they used to before leaving. This was friendly almost. Maybe they were friends again not that Remus wasn't there to ruin it.

"We both had our issues." Virgil said, guilt heavy in his voice.

"But we let it get out of hand." Janus shot back.

Remus could feel the hand in his hair pause as Virgil sighed. "Yeah...we did." Remus whimpered as the hand pulled away. He didn't want the dream to end! He didn't want them to leave!

"Don't leave me!" He said very small, opening his eyes and sitting up right making Janus and Virgil both jump. They all looked at each other for a second before Remus burst out crying. "Don't leave 'gin! I don't wanna be lone n'more!" Remus said tightly grabbing onto Janus' wrist and Virgil's hoodie sleeve.

"We aren't going anywhere." Virgil promised giving Remus a one armed hug as Janus did the same. Both of them hold Remus as he sobbed.

"Never again." Janus said, bringing his hand up to rest on Remus' cheek and let his gloved thumb wipe away his tears.

It took almost two hours before they could calm Remus and convince him they weren't leaving. It took a bit longer to get him to leave his room, causing Remus to pause as he was suddenly in a room with seven doors, six bedrooms and one bathroom. The air seemed brighter, cleaner.

"Never?" Remus asked hugging Virgil and Janus' hands to his chest.

"Never."

#Cg virgil #Agere Remus #agere Janus #oh wow I posted a story again #been awhile since I've posted on tumblr lol

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dannyisdone · 2 years

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Day 2: Ghosts

“Hey, Prince of ‘leaves in the middle of a conversation', why did you ghost me last night?” Virgil asked as he walked into the living room. Janus looked up from where he was sitting on the floor. He had been engaged in a staring contest with his snake plushy, but Virgil was far more interesting.

“I told you, I was in the middle of a breakthrough! And then when that breakthrough, ya know, broke through, I accidentally maybe forgot to text you back.”

Janus was barely paying attention to the conversation, instead reaching out toward Virgil as he approached Roman. For all his efforts, all Janus received was a ruffling of his hair as Virgil walked by, causing Janus to huff in frustration.

“Well, do you want to help me bake Halloween cookies or not?” Just as Janus was about to turn his attention to his toys after the indignity of his uppies being ignored, his attention was immediately captured once more by the word cookies.

“Cookies?” Janus said. Virgil looked down at Janus and smiled slightly.

“You wanna help Vee make some?” He asked, and just as Janus was about to give an enthusiastic nod, he felt arms reaching under him, and he was being lifted off the ground.

“Sorry Chef Boy-ar-scream, but I’m watching Janus. Go find another baby to snag.” Roman said, kissing Janus on the cheek. Janus giggled in delight, trying to hide away from the kisses,

“You ghost me AND you’re a baby hog? Does your betrayal know no bounds?” Virgil teased with an eye roll, before giving Janus one more head pat, before walking off to the kitchen. But a frown settled on Janus’s face as he watched his friend leave.

“He’s just moody because you came to me regressed.” Roman said with a chuckle before looking back at Janus, but his caregiver’s smile turned into a frown to match his own. “What’s wrong, python?”

“Vee a ghost?” Janus didn’t understand. Had Roman turned Virgil into a ghost? But he didn’t want Virgil to be a ghost! He liked Vee just the way he was!

“With that complexion, one would think.” Roman said with a laugh, before adjusting Janus in his lap. “It’s fine, Bananaconda. Vee is just as human as he always has been, which isn’t saying much.”

And with that, Roman waved his hand and the television came to life, a cartoon playing. But Janus’s baby mind couldn’t stay focused on the show. All he could think about was Virgil. He couldn’t be a ghost. He didn’t say boo, he wasn’t white all over. Those were ghost things!

Just at the end of the first episode, Janus finally managed to convince himself that surely his Vee wasn’t a ghosty ghost. He was going to inform Roman of his discovery, but when he looked back at his caregiver, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be sleeping. Janus made sure to poke his cheek, just to make sure.

Well, if he couldn’t tell Roman that he was very super positive Virgil wasn’t a ghost, he might as well go tell Virgil. It would probably be such a relief for him to know, and maybe he’d give Janus a cookie as an extra special treat for figuring it out! So he slid off of Roman’s lap and headed towards the kitchen, but stopped short when he heard Virgil yelp.

Janus stopped short as he heard groaning coming from the kitchen. That sounded like Vee…but he didn’t normally make sounds like that. Could it be…no. He wasn’t a ghost!! Janus had learned that all on his own!!

But still…he was careful as he peeked around the corner to look for his friend, and what he saw caused Janus to grow stock still.

Virgil was covered in white! Virgil was a ghost!

So Janus did the most logical thing he could think of at that moment.

He started to cry.

“Huh?” Virgil called from across the room just as Janus began to wail.

“I-I dun wan’ you b-be a ghost!” Janus cried. If Virgil was a ghost, he wouldn’t be able to hug Janus anymore, and he’d have to go away during the day time. He would be see through so Janus wouldn’t be able to hide behind him and scare Logan ever ever again. No no no! He didn’t want this at all! He wanted his Vee Vee back!!

“Jan, bud, what?” Virgil said, rushing over. Janus could also hear footsteps from behind him approaching,

“Janus! Are you--” Roman stopped his sentence short, before promptly bursting into laughter.

“What happened to you?!” He barked out. Janus sobbed.

“Ghost!” He cried, turning to hide his face in Roman’s chest, using his shirt to clean his face off. Roman continued to laugh, even as he wrapped a protective arm around Janus.

“The flour was too high! Who put it up there anyways?” Virgil grumbled. Janus then felt a hand on his back. He sniffled and turned around, to see Virgil was touching him. He wasn’t going right through him as a ghost should!

“Jan, I’m not a ghost. I’m still me. Just…covered in flour.” Virgil said, causing Roman to snort. Virgil shot him a quick glare, before looking back at Janus with soft eyes.

“I’m still me.” He said. Janus stared at him for a few seconds, trying to decide if he believed him or not. He didn’t sense any lies…but maybe his powers didn’t work on ghosts.

“No ghost?” Janus asked, just to make double extra sure. Virgil nodded, before holding his arms out.

“See for yourself.” He said as he offered a hug. Well, Janus certainly couldn’t refuse that. He rushed forward and felt himself be wrapped up in Virgil’s comforting embrace. He wasn’t cold like a ghost would be. And for the first time, he noticed that a lot of the white on Virgil was falling off as he moved. Directly onto Janus now that he was close.

“I’m here, I’m real. And I think we both need a bath now, huh?” Virgil asked with a chuckle, before hoisting Janus up onto his hip. Janus allowed him. He didn’t think he would be able to let Virgil out of his sight, just to make ultra sure he wasn’t really a ghost.

“Wait, let me get a picture--!” Roman yelled, summoning his phone.

“No way!” Virgil yelled before hurrying off, Janus’s giggles trailing behind them as they went.

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Janus flipped through his book, casually reading in the living room, when he felt a hand ruffle his hair. He frowned and looked up at the offending ruffler.

“Can I help you?” He asked Virgil, who simply smirked down at him.

“Just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t a ghost.” He teased, causing Janus’s face to turn red.

“Keep it up and I’ll make you one myself.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides agere #agere Janus #cg roman #cg virgil #ts agere #janus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #dannyiswriting #danny's collection of spooky little stories

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