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The Little Duke

Summary: "Love this:-)♥️ Can I please request secret regressor Remus (0-3) where no one is aware that he does it? Please and thanks 😊" Request by gamblerezra (on AO3), hope I did your request justice! And sorry it took me so long to get it out ^^'

Warnings: Mentions of accidents/bedwetting, auditorial hallucinations, a meltdown scene, brief mention of blood (very, very brief, not graphic at all), skin injury/rash

A/N: …So remember how I said I'd try to be more consistent with my writing? Well, as it turns out, writer's block and executive dysfunction disagreed! I am still updating this tho, so yeah! I promise you guys, I really am trying! Time just goes by so darn fast! But I'm always open for requests!

Remus woke up small and wet. It wasn't unusual, it had been happening for a while now. Usually he just went back to sleep, and dealt with it later, when he was bigger again. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, but he knew he couldn't go to the others. They'd think he's gross. They wouldn't like it. They wouldn't like him. They'd think he was doing it to annoy or disturb them. But he wasn't! He wasn't doing it on purpose, he didn't even know what it was!

Remus sat up, he didn't want to sleep anymore. But he had to. He was wet, and he couldn't do anything about it like this. But Remus wasn't sleepy! He huffed to himself, not knowing what to do. Why was he like this? He tried to reach out to Thomas, to have him do something, anything that could help. But nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. He huffed, laying back down. Guess there was no other choice.

Thomas woke up to an unusual feeling. He shifted lightly, before freezing like a deer in headlights. He sat up, heart beating in his chest like a mini drum. He peeled back the covers, his face flushing bright red once they were fully off of him. No. No, he hadn't. There was no way, he couldn't have! He's an adult goddamnit, this just doesn't happen!

"Care to explain why I'm up at—" Virgil grumbled, words drying on his tongue as he processed what was going on.

"I—" Thomas started, feeling so embarrassed that tears were threatening to form in his eyes.

"You wet the bed??" Roman rose up. Thomas could only nod meekly, rapidly trying to blink away the stubborn tears in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to!" he squeaked.

"Aw, kiddo, it's okay! Accidents happen, even to adults! Let's get this cleaned up, okay?" Patton rose up as well. Thomas nodded, taking a few deep breaths and wiping his eyes.

"You— You're right. Sorry," he breathed out.

"Nothing to apologise for hun," Patton soothed.

"Yeah. Sorry. I mean— Y'know."

Right as Thomas got out of bed, it was Logan's turn to rise up.

"First step; strip the bed," he reminded.

"I know, Logan, thank you," Thomas smiled weakly.

"After you're done with that, you're taking a bubble bath," Janus appeared to give his two cents.

"Sure, Jan. Thanks," Thomas attempted to smile again. As he went on about stripping his bed, the Sides all sunk down one by one. No one noticed that one of them hadn't popped up at all.

Back in the Mind Palace, Remus had woken up, only to discover that he was still small. He didn't understand, he was supposed to be back to his big self by now! And he really, really didn't want to sleep anymore! He huffed, deciding to get out of bed. Maybe he could find something to do while he waited? He could just stay in his room all day, it's not like the others would notice anyway. His bed would have to wait, but Remus didn't mind too much, he'd just clean it before going to sleep. Maybe.

Remus looked around his room, trying to find something to do. He wanted to colour! Or draw! But all the art supplies were in Roman's room. Hm. Remus flicked his wrist, attempting to summon himself some crayons and a colouring book, but nothing happened. Remus growled quietly, scratching at his inner thighs. Why were they burning and scratchy? And now Remus' tummy growled, too! There was no way he could sneak in the kitchen without getting caught. They'd yell at him. Usually, he didn't mind, but today, he really didn't want to be yelled at. He just wanted... Well, he didn't even know what he wanted. Remus' tummy felt rotten, and not in the way he liked, either!

"They don't like you," a voice said.

"I know," Remus replied. This wasn't the first time he heard voices, it happened a lot. Usually it didn't bother him, but today was different.

"They'd be better off without you."

"You sound like the Emo," Remus shot back. The voice chuckled coldly.

"You really don't get it, do you?"

"Go 'way."

"You want them. You want them to want you. But they won't. They never will, will they?" the voice taunted.

"Go 'way!" Remus stomped his foot for good measure. He hated the way his bottom lip wobbled, and how his vision blurred as salty tears welled in his eyes. He hated feeling weak.

"They left you. They're not coming back. They have a new family now. Without you."

"No!"

"They don't need you anymore. *He* doesn't need you anymore. He hates you," the voice kept going, mercilessly jabbing at Remus' sensitive spots. Remus saw two strips of colour take form. Yellow and purple. Janus and Virgil. They stared down at the duke, disgust shining in their eyes. They wouldn't speak, only staring menacingly.

"Stop!" Remus closed his eyes and covered his ears, firmly pressing his hands on them in a desperate attempt to silence the voice. He fell on his knees, curling up to be as small as possible.

In the meanwhile, Thomas was trying to work on songwriting, but something kept gnawing at him. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. It bothered him. He had gone to the bathroom before going to sleep, like he always did. He hadn't drunk too much water, or anything else for that matter, and his dream wasn't particularly scary. So why had he wet the bed? What was wrong with him?

"You're not making any progress, Thomas," Logan pointed out after rising up.

"I… I know. Sorry. Just…" Thomas trailed off.

"Just?"

"Thinking."

"About what?"

"Just… Ah, you know, nevermind. It doesn't matter," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"If it bothers you, it does matter," Logan stated.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Thomas bit his lip. He looked up from his notebook, but avoided Logan's eyes.

"Why would you think that?"

"I mean…" Thomas didn't finish his sentence. He bit his lip, his gaze wandering uncertainly.

"I just…" his voice wavered, and he swallowed thickly as he felt a lump growing in his throat. He rapidly blinked his eyes, not wanting Logan to see him cry. He didn't even know why his tear ducts were threatening to betray him, there was no reason to cry. It was… illogical. Thomas let out a shaky sigh, hiding his face in his hands.

"Hey…" Logan sat across his host, unsure what to do.

In the Mind Palace, Remus was getting closer and closer to meltdown territory. It was getting harder to breathe, the voice was getting louder, and the burning and itching of his tighs was getting to be unbearable. He hated this. He hated this, he hated this, he hated this! Remus let out a scream, fiercely ripping his pants off before aggressively scratching at his inner thighs. Angry tears burned in his eyes as he reached for the first object he could reach, before throwing it at the general direction of the taunting voice.

"SHUT UP!" Remus shrieked, clawing at his ears for a moment before throwing himself on the ground, shrieking incoherently as his thighs demanded to be scratched again. There was a knock at Remus' door, causing his hands to fly from his thighs right back to his ears as the sound pounded at his eardrums.

"NO!" he screamed, throwing whatever object he could get his hands on toward the door.

"Ow!" Patton yelped, getting hit in the face with an empty deodorant container. He rubbed at the tip of his nose, processing what was happening. He flinched as he realised the state the still shrieking little duke was in.

"Hey…" he entered the room, and sat on the floor, making sure to give Remus some space. He reached out to the red-faced boy, carefully stroking his hand once. When Remus didn't protest, Patton continued, slowly but effectively getting the toddler to calm down.

"There ya go, Dad's here buddy, Dad's gotcha…" he coo'd gently. By now Remus had completely stopped screaming, but silent tears were still running down his face, his anger melting down to sadness. He reached his little hands out, choking back sobs, a quiet whine escaping his throat.

"Aww, you want Dad to pick you up?" Remus didn't answer verbally, instead just clenching his fists in the 'grabby hands' motion. Patton took the cue, and gently picked the boy up. Remus winced as his thighs pressed against the fabric of Patton's clothes. He had scratched them so vigorously that they were now completely raw, dried up blood covering his fingernails.

"You poor thing! Dad thinks you need a bath, hun. And then, once you're all squeaky clean, we'll put some lotion on your thighs so the hurt will go away. That sound good?" Patton murmured softly upon inspecting Remus' thighs closer. The boy nodded, rubbing his eyes, exhausted from his meltdown.

"What got you so itchy in the first place?" the fatherly Side asked. Remus just shrugged, not quite sure himself. Patton looked around, only now noticing the pants on the floor.

"…Oh," he understood now, the lingering smell in the room making more sense. Truthfully, he had not paid much attention to it at first. It was Remus' room, it was subject to strange smells, and generally, it was better to not ask questions. By now the other Sides had learned to tune it out. Now, however, was not the time to dwell on that.

"Well," Patton said, "let's get you cleaned up!"

Some time later, as Patton had finally gotten the freshly-bathed toddler in a pull-up and t-shirt, and the washing machine running, he felt the ever-so-familiar tug of someone, likely Thomas, summoning him. So, Remus on his hip, he sank down.

"Oh! Logan! Did you need me for something?" Patton asked, surprised to see that it hadn't been Thomas who summoned him.

"I…" Logan started, his words drying on his tongue as he processed the fact that Patton was holding what appeared to be a toddler.

"Is that… Is that Remus?"

"Yup!"

"…Why is he a toddler?"

"No clue! So what's up?" Patton asked.

"Right, well, Thomas is experiencing a sort of… emotional crisis, and that's not exactly my area of expertise. I figured you would be able to help," Logan explained, gesturing to the host, still hunched over the desk, hiding behind his hands.

"Huh, okay," Patton frowned a little before walking to Thomas.

"Hey, buddy…" he started, gently laying a hand on his host's back. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, just…" Thomas trailed off, taking a breath and rubbing his face before turning to look at Patton. His eyes were a little shiny, and he seemed exhausted. His brows furrowed in confusion once his brain registered the toddler Patton was holding.

"Remus," Patton explained.

"…Huh?"

"I don't know either, I just found him like this."

…How small is he?" Logan asked, furrowing his brows as well as he thought.

"Can't be older than two, I don't think. Poor guy had wet the bed, so we had a bit of a bath, and got some lotion on that nasty rash," Patton explained, gently moving Remus' legs a little so the other two could see how red and raw they were.

"Is… Is that why I…" Thomas trailed off, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

"Of course!" Logan suddenly explained, smacking his forehead as the realisation dawned on him.

"Remus' regression must've had a side effect in affecting you, Thomas!"

"A *Side* effect? Eh?" Patton grinned.

"…Yes? I'm not sure what you're implying here, Patton."

"It's- It's a pun, just ignore it," Thomas shook his head a bit.

"…Anyway, we can't leave a two-year-old on his own. I trust you'd be willing to care for him until we figure out a way to get him back to his adult self, Patton?" Logan said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh! Uh… Of course!" Patton tried his best to conceal his surprise, quickly regaining his composure and giving Logan a grin. Taking care of Remus couldn't be *that* hard!

Right?

#agere sanders sides #ts agere #logan sanders #ts logan #agere remus #sfw agere #cg patton #ts remus #ts patton #ts thomas #thomas sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #patton sanders #autistic sides

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littlecloudprince · 2 years ago

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Comfort Character Series: Ode to Princess Peach 🍑

#Not agere related but he pretty :3

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littlecloudprince · 2 years ago

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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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littlecloudprince · 2 years ago

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Logan's Starry Night

Summary: Logan isn't feeling sleepy. Star can't quite put stars finger on what this feeling is. Could it simply be a need for comfort?

Warnings: None that I can think of! Let me know if there's something I should list!

A/N: Some agere Star/Stars Logan for your agere Star/Stars Logan needs! Because self projection go brrrrrr hehe :3 Also, cg Janus for your cg Janus needs!

Logan was definitely supposed to be asleep by now, given that star was regressed. Star definitely wasn't supposed to be outside, swinging and looking at the beautiful night sky. However, that's exactly what star was doing. The stars in the sky were just so mesmerizing that Logan couldn't stop looking at them. Couldn't stop thinking about them. The sky was completely clear, the stars twinkling and the moon glowing. Everything was peaceful and quiet. Just how Logan liked.

So why did star feel the way star did? Star didn't like it when star felt like this. Star didn't like feelings in general. They were so confusing, and star didn't understand them at all. If anyone ever asked Logan how star was feeling, star couldn't answer. It's not that star didn't know the words, star did. Star just didn't know how to apply them to starself. Simple definitions like "happy" or "sad" just never quite fit.

Star stopped the swing, and let out a deep sigh. Star was thinking about earlier. About how star had screamed at Remus. About how star had lost control. About how stars schedule was yet again disregarded. Logan's bottom lip trembled, as all these grown-up thoughts kept circling in stars mind. Originally star had wanted to regress tonight specifically to get away from these thoughts for a while, but it seemed like they didn't want to leave star alone. So, Logan jumped down from stars swing, and decided to go to the sandpit instead. Maybe if star played with stars toy cars and spaceships for a bit, star could distract starself from the unpleasant thoughts?

Logan got to the sandpit, and picked up a white-and-red toy spaceship. Star liked it a lot, but it wasn't stars favourite. Stars favourite was an indigo and purple one, and star always kept it in stars room where it would be safe. Logan didn't feel like going inside though, so white-and-red would do. Star sat on the grass next to the sandpit, and proceeded to fly stars spaceship, making wooshing sounds for good measure. After a moment, Logan set the toy back down, letting out another sigh. This didn't feel right either. Everything felt wrong, and Logan didn't like it. Star got up, and decided to just pace around the yard for a bit. Maybe stimming would help? So, star begun pacing. Occasionally, star would flap stars hands, or chew on stars UFO shaped chewie necklace. Star tried repeating words and humming and quietly singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Star tried jumping, star tried stretching, star tried everything.

Logan sighed, having made stars way back to the swing. Star still felt off. Would stargazing do the trick? Logan guessed it wouldn't hurt to try, so star decided to lay down on the grass and find out. Star wanted to find some constellations.

"Ursa Major. Ursa Minor. Draco. Leo. Leo Minor. Lynx," each time Logan spotted a constellation, star pointed to it and said it's name outloud to starself. Star kept spotting and naming constellations, completely unaware of the passage of time.

Janus had woken up to get a glass of water, and was now sneaking back to his room. However, as he glanced out the window on his way, he could've sworn he saw Logan laying on the grass. Janus stopped in his tracks, and rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren't playing a trick on him. When he looked again, Logan was still on the grass. Now Janus was a little worried.

"Cama- Cami- Cam—"

"Camelopardalis," someone helped out. Logan got startled at the sudden voice, and hurriedly sat up. Star looked behind starself, and saw Janus.

"What are you doing up so late, darling?" the scaley Side asked, quickly picking up the fact that Logan was regressed. Star was wearing stars overalls and a long-sleeved shirt, clearly having no intention what-so-ever of going to bed.

"I...couldn't sleep," Logan said, avoiding Janus' eyes.

"Did you try to?" Janus raised an eyebrow. Logan sheepishly shook stars head, still avoiding eye contact.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't wanna go to sleep," Logan mumbled, desperately trying to hide the fact that star was tearing up.

"Why not?" Janus asked, taking note of Logan's demeanour.

"Cause...Cause then it's tomorrow and have to be Big again," Logan's voice broke slightly, and star tried to be subtle at wiping stars eyes.

"A- And... And so much Big stuff to do, and... Tommy not listen! A- And the wedding! Everyo- Everyone hurting! Yelled at Re, I—" the boy's breathing got faster and heavier the more star spoke, and Logan was getting dangerously close to a meltdown. Star was gripping stars hair harshly, occasionally hitting stars temples.

"Logan, everything is okay. You're safe. Breathe, space cadet. Breathe. Are you okay with touching right now?" Janus immediately began soothing the child, sensing stars distress. Logan nodded, not able to speak, before all but launching starself into Janus' arms. The latter summoned his extra arms, before protectively wrapping them all around the sobbing Logan. Three wrapped around his torso, one cradling his head, and the last two gently stroking his back.

"Everything will be okay, Logan. I'll make sure of it," Janus muttered in the child's hair, having just decided that star would be taking at least tomorrow off. The two of them stayed there for a while, Logan crying starself out in Janus' lap. Logan's sobs slowly died down to sniffles, and briefly nodded off before waking back up.

"Let's get you to bed, hm, starchild?" Janus spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Logan just nodded, too exhausted to talk. Stars fingers inched closer to stars mouth, but Janus caught them before they went in.

"Ah, no bud, your hands are dirty from being outside sweetheart. Use this until we can get you your pacifier, yeah?" he offered the now slightly smaller Logan his ChewFO. The toddler accepted it, contently nomming on it as Janus got up and carried star inside.

"Hm. I know you're tired, but I think we should give you a quick bath. You've got grass stains and dust all over you from playing outside," Janus mused. Logan was too tired and small to argue, so star just nodded lightly. Janus took off his own shoes before taking Logan's off too. He then carried the child to the bathroom, trying to be quiet so as to not wake the other Sides up.

"You wait here, okay? I'll go get your jammies and pacifier so we can get you all cozy after your bath," Janus set the child down on the floor, giving star a few bath toys to occupy starself with. Though, Logan looked so tired star might just sit and wait. Still, Janus thought it'd be better to be safe than sorry.

He hadn't taken long, but when Janus finally returned to the bathroom, Logan was already nodding off slightly. Star was struggling to keep stars eyes open, swaying a little from side to side.

"Such a sleepy baby you are," Janus coo'd, gently announcing his entrance. Logan perked up slightly, a whine escaping stars throat as star reached out to the caregiver with grabby hands.

"Aw, I know, let's get you all squeaky clean so you can finally sleep, hm?" Janus murmured as he began carefully undressing the baby. Once that was done, he moved to the bathtub, turning the water on and making sure it wasn't too cold or too hot before plugging the drain. He let it fill up, picking Logan's bath toys up and moving them in the tub. Once the tub was full, he turned off the faucet before picking Logan up.

"In we go," Janus sung softly, carefully placing the baby in the tub. Logan fussed a little, cranky from being overtired, but soon calmed when Janus handed star one of the bath toys, a giraffe that doubled as a teether. Star began nomming on it contently, letting Janus do all the work.

Before long, the baby was clean, diapered and dressed up in stars space-themed footed pyjamas. Janus was putting Logan to bed, having just clipped stars pacifier to stars pyjamas, when star kicked up a fuss again. Star began crying, stars feet kicking as star reached out to Janus with grabby hands.

"Shh, shh, little starlight, go to sleep love, you're safe," Janus shushed gently, offering Logan the pacifier. The baby took on to it gladly, suckling on it as star began to calm down and doze off. However, as soon as Janus attempted to set Logan down, star began fussing again, clinging tightly to Janus' shirt. The caregiver gave it a couple more times, but after the third unsuccessful attempt, he took the cue.

"Alright, alright, you can sleep with me on the couch tonight," he murmured. Logan really needed the comfort after all, having been so overworked and stressed lately. Janus was going to have to have a talk with Thomas later, they were all going to take some time off whether the host liked it or not.

The baby was out like a light by the time Janus got them both situated on the couch. The caregiver had made sure to set a bottle filled with water nearby, should Logan wake up thirsty. He checked that the baby was comfortable on his lap, under stars weighted blanket and with stars Crofter's bear mascot plushie tightly hugged to stars chest. Lastly, Janus gave a gentle kiss on top of Logan's head before finally allowing sleep to take over himself too.

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littlecloudprince · 2 years ago

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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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littlecloudprince · 3 years ago

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Birthday Boy

Summary: It's a certain little boy's birthday! Because we all need more Agere!C!Thomas in our lives, don't we? Plus I wanted to write something for Thomas' birthday :3

Warnings: None!

A/N: Just a little something I came up with for Thomas' birthday! Even though it's technically already the 25th over here in Finland, haha

"Biwthday, biwthday, biwthday! Biwthday, biwthday, biwthday!" The very little Thomas chanted, running around the living room in his pyjamas and flapping his hands. It was six in the morning, and Thomas had woken up the Sides just moments prior. Despite adult Thomas not being a morning person, little Thomas was already more than awake, stopping his running just to excitedly jump in place. Patton was in the kitchen making breakfast, and Roman and Remus were watching the little one in the living room. Logan was helping Patton, and Janus and Virgil were situated on the couch, eagerly waiting for coffee, trying to stay awake for the birthday boy.

"Excited?" Roman affectionately ruffled Thomas' hair, the boy clinging to his sleeve.

"Uh-huh!" Thomas nodded, pressing himself against the prince before wrapping his arms around him, tightly gripping to his shirt. He hid his face in the crook of Roman's neck, just staying in the other's embrace for a moment.

"Aw, is it hug time?" Roman smiled, giving Thomas a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

"Mmm. Cuz I wuv you," Thomas smiled, squeezing the other one slightly tighter. Roman slightly teared up at Thomas' adorableness, having to stifle a squeak.

"I love you too, pipsqueak," the prince returned the squeeze, subtly wiping his eyes.

"Bleh! Gross!" Remus stuck his tongue out, pretending to gag. Thomas and Roman let go of each other, turning to look at the green twin.

"You're ruining the moment," Roman groaned.

"Yeah, duh. That's the point," Remus grinned.

"Maybe you're just jealous that I got a hug and you didn't," the red twin shot back. Both twins knew that the other wasn't serious, but Thomas didn't seem to quite understand. He tugged at the hem of Roman's shirt.

"Mus want hug too?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I think he does," Roman nodded. Before Remus had a chance to react, Thomas ran to him and gave him a tight hug too.

"Is okay, wuv Mus too," the little boy assured, clumsily patting Remus' back.

"Mus famiwy too," Thomas continued. Remus could've sworn his heart was being squished to mush, as he finally realised to return the hug.

"Okay, you little booger, you got me, I love you too," he said, ruffling the little's hair.

"I'm not a boogew!" Thomas giggled, as the two let go of each other. Thomas took off, not wanting to leave Janus and Virgil out. Roman gave Remus a smug look.

"You shut up," Remus gave his twin a light push.

"Hey, I didn't even say anything!" Roman pretended to be offended.

"Breakfast is ready!" Patton hollered from the kitchen.

After everyone had finished their pancakes and Janus and Virgil had gotten themselves caffeinated, it was finally time for Thomas to open his presents. The boy could barely contain himself, vibrating in excitement. He was sitting on the couch, having gotten himself dressed, waiting for the others to bring out the gifts. He was wearing his Steven Universe -shirt, khaki shorts, and kitty paw socks. Thomas couldn't stay still at all, constantly kicking his feet, flapping his hands or wiggling on his bum. After waiting what felt like forever, the others finally made their reappearance.

"Happy birthday, Thomas!" they all exclaimed in unison. The boy jumped off the couch, frantically flapping his hands, running and jumping around the Sides. He went to hug Patton, who set the cake he was carrying down on the coffee table before returning the gesture.

"Happy birthday, lovebug!" the paternal side smiled, planting kisses all over Thomas' face. The latter giggled, squirming lightly.

"Wuv you!" he squealed. Patton ruffled the boy's hair before he took off, situating himself back on the couch. He rocked side-to-side as the others set down all the presents.

"I love you too, honey bear! Are you ready to blow out your candles?" Patton asked. Thomas nodded eagerly, and the others began singing as the little boy took a big breath, and blew out his candles. He closed his eyes and made a wish as everyone clapped. Virgil was the first one to hand Thomas a gift to unwrap. It was wrapped in purple giftwrap, and it had black string around it. The little began shredding the wrapping paper, soon revealing a box that, once opened, revealed a sensory cube and a Cheer Bear plushie.

"Thank you!" Thomas squeaked, picking up the plushie and hugging it tight to his chest before getting up and running to Virgil.

"Wuv you!" he smiled, wrapping his arms around Virgil. The emo returned the affection, gently cradling Thomas' head for a bit.

"You're welcome, kiddo. Love you too," Virgil smiled, ruffling Thomas' hair.

Soon enough, Thomas had opened all of his presents, and was now running around, wearing his new cape and crown, and swinging his new toy sword and shield about. He'd also gotten a 120 box of crayons and five colouring books, three chewie necklaces, shaped like a yellow star, a red Lego brick and a purple light saber, a footie onesie, a new Lego set, a few new story books and a red pacifier with a yellow star sticker on the button and a matching sippy cup. Thomas was more than happy with these gifts, and occasionally thanked one of the others amidst their game. Thomas and Roman were princes, and Remus and Janus were the bad guys.

"Gonna get you!" Thomas squealed, running toward Janus. The yellow Side gasped, pretending to run away, but letting the little boy collide into him.

"Wuv you!" Thomas gave Janus a tight squeeze. The older one returned the gesture, gently rubbing the little one's back.

"Love you too, tiny tot," Janus ruffled Thomas' hair affectionately.

The rest of the day went by, Thomas playing with his new gifts and with the others. They had tacos for dinner, and then watched Aladdin, Thomas' favourite Disney movie. By the movie's end, the boy was yawning and rubbing his eyes, and Logan proposed it was bath time. They got through it with ease, and soon enough Thomas was wearing his new onesie and new pacifier in his mouth, hugging Cheer Bear tightly against his chest, waiting for Logan to come tuck him in. Before long, Logan entered the bedroom with Thomas' new sippy cup, and one of the new books, Winnie the Pooh, that Thomas had picked to be his bedtime story. Logan set the sippy cup on the night stand, and tucked the little boy in before sitting down next to him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" Logan asked. Thomas nodded, making grabby hands toward the older one. Logan obliged, wrapping his arms around Thomas, and gently patting his back.

"Wuv you," Thomas mumbled tiredly around his pacifier, tightening his grip slightly.

"I love you too, starlight," Logan assured, ruffling Thomas' hair once they let go of each other. The logical one opened the book, and made sure Thomas was comfortable before starting to read. Thomas was exhausted enough that it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. Logan stopped reading, and carefully got up. He tugged Thomas in one more time, before planting a gentle kiss on the little boy's forehead.

"Sleep well, stardust," he smiled.

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littlecloudprince · 3 years ago

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I'm Not A Little! Pt. 2

Summary: After Logan regresses for the first time, the adults, especially Roman, all but fawn over him. Not everyone is happy with this arrangement, though.

Warnings: None that I can think of! If something needs to be added, please do let me know!

A/N: Finally, it's done! I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm thankful that you all have been so patient with me! To make up for how long I took writing this, it's a little longer than the first part! I'll try to post more frequently from now on, but to do that I might need some help. So, once again, I'm reminding you all that my Asks are open, so feel free to give me fanfic ideas! Preferably age regression based oneshots, and absolutely no N/S/F/W or r3mr0m! Okay, that's all, please enjoy the fic!

Logan woke up feeling hungry. He rubbed his eyes, confused as to why the blur didn't go away. He rubbed his eyes again, this time harder. That just made his eyes hurt a little, and the blur was still there! He huffed. Fine! He could go about his day with blurry eyes!

Logan carefully slid off of the still sleeping Roman's lap, and began toddling toward the kitchen. It took him a while, trying his best to not bump into anything, as he made his way toward the kitchen. He made it to the kitchen before bumping into something, and falling on his bum. He looked up, squinting his eyes in an attempt to see what he'd bumped into.

"Oop!" the blurry adult figure exclaimed, turning around to face Logan.

"Well, what do we have here? A tiny...Logan?" their tone of voice changed from goofy to slightly confused, as they crouched to be on the eye-level with Logan. Their face was still a slight blur, but the toddler could begin to make sense of it. They had glasses, and brown eyes. Just like Logan's! And the adult was wearing a blue shirt, and a gray...something around their shoulders. Hey, wait a minute!

"Ton?" Logan asked, only now noticing the pacifier in his mouth.

"That's me! I'm Patton! Good job kiddo!" Patton praised the boy.

"Bwuw," Logan mumbled. Maybe Patton knew how to get the blur in his eyes to go away?

"Hm? Blur? What does that mean?" Patton mused for a moment, before realization dawned on his face.

"Oh! Oh, right!" he said brightly, before flicking his wrist. A pair of toddler-sized Warby Parker's glasses appeared in his hand. The frames were dark blue, and had spaceships, planets and stars on them. Patton gently placed them on Logan's face, and gently booped his nose.

"Is that better, starling?" he asked.

Logan looked around, blinking a couple times. The blur was gone. His eyes weren't blurry anymore! He smiled widely behind his pacifier, and flapped his hands and nodded his head for a bit before hugging Patton tightly.

"You're welcome, space cadet," Patton chuckled lightly, ruffling Logan's hair. They hugged for a bit longer, until Logan's tummy grumbled loudly.

"It seems someone is a bit hungry! What would you like?" Patton asked the boy.

"Coftew's!" Logan answered without missing a beat.

"Alright, Crofter's it is!" The moral Side smiled. Logan lifted his arms up, and Patton automatically picked him up.

After some time, Roman burst in the kitchen.

"Patton, have you seen— ?" he let out a sigh of relief as he spotted Logan, who was sitting in a highchair, happily kicking his feet as he chowed down on toast with Crofter's.

"So...That's all of us," Roman spoke to Patton in a hushed tone, as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Yeah," Patton nodded, "I wonder if that makes Thomas a Little too?"

"Maybe. We should go check on him once Logan's big again," Roman said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh, just imagine how adorable he must be! Little baby Thomas!" Patton gushed. Roman stifled a chuckle.

"Well, we'll just have to wait and see," he said, hiding his smile behind his coffee cup.

"O-min!" Logan piped up in his highchair, as he noticed the prince. He didn't notice it himself, but he shrunk a little. He had grown to be about two years old overnight, but was now firmly back to the same age of about a year and a half that he was when Roman first found him.

"That's right, it's Roman! You're such a clever baby!" Patton praised, not missing the subtle shrinking.

"Well, aren't you just the brightest star in the sky?" Roman set his coffee down, and made his way to Logan. The baby let out a delighted coo, and made grabby hands toward Roman.

"Uh-oh! It looks like you've got a little jam on your fingers! Luckily..." Roman leaned slightly closer to Logan, "...there's a wet wipe right behind your ear!" he subtly conjured a wet wipe, pretending to pull it from behind the Little's ear. Logan squeaked in amazement, flapping his hands frantically. Roman allowed him to flap for a moment, before gently taking his hands and wiping them clean. He then proceeded to wipe Logan's mouth and cheeks, before waving his hand, causing the wet wipe to disappear. Logan bounced on his bum a little, making grabby hands toward the creative Side again. Roman picked the baby up and propped him securely against his hip before fetching his coffee, and sitting down at the table.

"Baby!" Remus gasped from the doorway. He was holding Janus' hand, but he let go in order to run to Roman and Logan. Janus sighed, adjusting Virgil on his hip, before following the young child.

"Careful, Remus. Babies are fragile," he reminded.

"Hey there, tiny terror," Roman greeted, ruffling Remus' hair.

"How old?" Remus asked, curiosly examining Logan with his gaze.

"I'd say about a year and a half," Roman answered before nursing his coffee.

"Tiny!" Remus gasped in a whisper yell.

"You wanna go say hi too, Vee?" Janus asked the three-year-old. Virgil nodded lightly, chewing on his bat-shaped chewie necklace. Janus gently set him down, and he toddled to Roman and Remus.

"Oh look, starlight! VeeVee came to say hello too!" Roman cooed at Logan. Virgil tilted his head, looking at the baby.

"Look, Vee! Baby!" Remus grabbed Virgil's hand, and dragged him a little closer to Roman and Logan. Logan began sucking his thumb, his gaze moving between Remus and Virgil. Roman gently coaxed the thumb out of the baby's mouth, and replaced it with his pacifier. Virgil backed away a little bit, going to hug Janus' leg.

"What's wrong, batling?" Janus asked, slightly worried at the sudden change in Virgil's demeanour. The three-year-old just whined, pointing at Logan.

"Yes, it's a baby," Janus said, trying to think of what Virgil was trying to say. Virgil whined again, this time signing "pacifier" by bringing together his index and thumb, and moving them toward his mouth as if placing a pacifier there.

"Oh! Do you want your paci?" Janus understood now. Virgil nodded, and made grabby hands toward the snake-like Side. The older man picked the toddler up, and turned to Remus.

"Remus, could you be a darling and go get Virgil's paci from his room? It should be on the bedside drawer."

"Kay!" Remus took off, all but running to Virgil's room. Before long, he came back, and handed the purple pacifier to Virgil. The toddler gladly took, it and quickly bopped it into his mouth before hiding against Janus' chest.

"Why's Vee hidin?" Remus asked bluntly, tilting his head a little.

"I think he's a little jealous of Logan right now," Roman explained.

"Why?"

"Because Logan is younger than him. Vee's used to being the youngest, and now that he's not, he feels jealous."

"Oh," Remus thought for a moment, before his expression lit up again.

"And I helpeded Vee feel better when I gave him his paci! Cuz I'm the bestest big brother!"

"You sure did, little octo. You are the best big brother," Janus ruffled Remus' hair.

"Nuh-uh! Not the best, the bestest!" Remus corrected.

"The bestest," Janus nodded seriously.

"Alright kiddos, breakfast time!" Patton called from the stove. They all scattered around the table as Patton served everyone the pancakes he'd made.

As the day progressed, it became evident that Little Logan was especially fond of Roman. The prince guessed it was likely because he had been the first one to find the regressed logic, and therefore Logan trusted him the most. The baby wanted to be held mostly by Roman, and would cry if anyone else tried to take over diaper duties. Only Roman could change him without tears. The creative Side didn't necessarily mind it, not at all. In fact, he was quite thrilled to have such a responsibility, seeing as no one else had ever clung to him like Logan did. Usually either Patton, Logan or Janus handled the role of the dad, while whoever else was Big at that moment acted more as a backup. Needless to say, Roman was happy to have been "chosen" by Logan.

Virgil, on the other hand, was not amused. He was jealous that Logan was hogging up all the attention from the grown-ups. The toddler didn't like it one bit. He was the baby! Not Logan! Virgil didn't want to be a big boy, he wanted to be a baby! But...he couldn't be. Right? If Logan is a baby, Virgil should be a big boy? Virgil didn't understand his feelings. There were so many of them, and they were all so confusing...what was Virgil supposed to do with them all?

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Vee?" Remus asked, noticing that Virgil had stopped stacking the blocks he was playing with. The toddler was staring off into space, absentmindedly playing with the handle of his pacifier. He blinked a couple times as he realised Remus had spoken. Virgil turned to briefly look at Remus, but didn't answer, instead just making a small noise behind his pacifier before turning back to his blocks.

"Who's a smart baby? You are! Yes, you are!" Roman cooed from behind him. Virgil turned around, his excitement quickly fading as he realised Roman wasn't talking to him. He was cooing at Logan. Virgil slumped his shoulders, abandoning his blocks and instead picking up his blankie. He held it to his cheek, not unlike Linus from Peanuts, and kept quietly observing Roman and Logan. The baby was laying on his back, happily babbling to Roman, who seemed to be completely mesmerized by the small boy.

"Who's the cutest, littlest baby? Is it you? Yeah, it's you! Logan is the cutest, littlest baby! Yes, he is!" Roman cooed, tracing Logan's hands and feet, and finally booping his nose. The baby let out a delighted squeal, reaching his little hands towards Roman's sash. Virgil clenched his blankie tighter, a quiet whine escaping from behind his pacifier. Was he not cute anymore? Was he not good enough? These spiralling thoughts were too much for the little boy to handle, and he scrambled to his feet as tears begun dwelling in his eyes. He toddled away in a hurry, dragging his blankie along. Remus didn't fail to notice.

"Ve- Vee? Vee!" he called after the toddler. The six-year-old stood up from his Lego's, and went to poke Roman.

"Ro!" he exclaimed, tugging at the back of Roman's sash.

"In a minute, Remus," Roman answered, not even turning his gaze from Logan. Remus huffed, crossing his arms. Fine! If Roman wasn't going to help Virgil, he'd go find Patton. If anyone knew about emotions, it was Patton! Remus took off, deciding to check the kitchen first. Patton was likely making lunch right about now.

In the kitchen, Patton was indeed making lunch, with Janus' assistance.

"PatPat!" Remus tugged on the hem of Patton's shirt.

"Yes, Little Duke?" Patton turned his attention from his pot to the child.

"Vee got sad and Ro only cares about the baby!" Remus explained the situation.

"Oh no! Why did Virgil get sad?"

"Cuz Ro only plays with the baby! Didn't pay any ttention to us, and then Vee got sad!"

"Well, it looks like we've got a baby to comfort! Janus, could you look after the pot so it won't boil over?"

"Nope," Janus lied, inching himself closer to the stove.

"Thanks!" Patton called behind him, being dragged out by Remus.

"Dunno where Vee went, but probably in his room," Remus said, tugging on Patton's hand impatiently.

"Well, let's go see," Patton said, allowing Remus to lead him towards Virgil's room. To both of their surprise, Virgil's door had been left open.

"Virgil, love, Remus and I are coming in, is that okay?" Patton gently announced their entrance. Neither of them could see Virgil, but they could hear soft sniffles coming from somewhere around his bed. Patton made his way to the bed, and knelt down on the floor.

"Hey little batling, think you'd be ready to come out of your cave?" he spoke gently, peeking under the bed. Virgil was cocooned in his blanket, hugging his black cat plushie tightly to his chest. His eyes were closed, but there were tear-tracks on his cheeks. However, upon hearing Patton's gentle voice, he opened his eyes, a mewl escaping from behind his pacifier as he reached out for the father figure. New tears dwelled in his eyes as Patton fished him out from under the bed, and the moment he was fully out, he clung to Patton like his life depended on it.

"Everything's okay, buddy, everything's okay," Patton gently shushed the crying toddler, taking note that he had shrunken smaller. Virgil was now about two years old, and clearly very upset.

"Do you think you could try to tell me what got you so upset? Remus got really worried about you," Patton asked the slowly calming down boy. Virgil tried to answer, but he was only able to produce incoherent mewling.

"Oh how I wish I could understand you," Patton murmured, hugging Virgil ever so slightly tighter. Virgil sniffled in response. For a moment, the two just stayed there, until something purple appeared next to them. It was Virgil's AAC device.

"So Vee can tell us!" Remus explained. He sat next to the duo, and handed the tablet to Patton.

"That's a great idea, Remus! You're such a smart kiddo!" Patton ruffled the six-year-olds slightly tangled hair. Remus wiggled lightly at the compliment, as Patton held the tablet in a way that allowed Virgil to see and reach it. Before long, the slightly less upset boy reached for the device, and pressed three different buttons labelled "Roman", "like" and "no more".

"Roman like no more?" Patton repeated, trying to understand what Virgil was saying.

"He thinks Ro doesn't like him anymore," Remus understood right away. Virgil nodded before sniffling sadly.

"Oh! Of course Roman still likes you, stormcloud!" Patton assured the baby. Virgil shook his head, and reached for the tablet again. This time, he pressed two buttons, labelled "only" and "baby".

"Ro was only playing with the baby, he wouldn't play with Vee or me. Only praised the baby, too," Remus crossed his arms, starting to feel a little jealous and bitter himself. Virgil nodded again, hugging his plushie tighter.

"Well, we ought to go talk to Roman about it! Tell him how you kiddos feel, so he knows to do better," Patton explained. Virgil snuggled closer to Patton, hiding his face against Patton's chest. Patton held onto Virgil, carefully standing up. Remus followed suit, and took the hand Patton offered to him. With that, the three of them made their way back into the living room.

"Roman? We need to talk," Patton started, gently but firmly.

"In a minute," the prince responded absentmindedly, still mesmerized by the baby.

"No, we need to talk now," Patton said, putting emphasis on the 'now'. Roman didn't answer, too busy playing with the small Logan. Patton sighed, starting to get somewhat frustrated.

"You've been neglecting Virgil and Remus in favour of Logan. That isn't okay," he stated firmly.

"No, they're fine, they're playing," Roman dismissed, still not even looking up from Logan.

"Remus, could you take Virgil and go play for a moment? Roman and I need to have a grown-up conversation," Patton turned to the six-year-old, gently setting Virgil down next to him.

"It's okay Virgil, Remus will take good care of you while Roman and I talk. And then I'll be right back, okay?" the fatherly Side explained to the little boy. Virgil gave a little nod, latching onto Remus, who took it upon himself to guide himself and Virgil back to Virgil's room.

"Roman, listen to me," Patton turned back to the prince. He only responded by making an incoherent hum. That frustrated Patton further, and he walked up to pick up the now sleepy Logan.

"Hey!" Roman yelped, startling Logan.

"Logan is going down for a nap now," Patton informed, gently rocking the fussy baby.

"And then you and I need to talk."

Some time later, there was a knock on Virgil's door. Virgil looked up from his colouring, and Remus scrambled up to go and open the door.

"Hey. Can I come in?" Roman asked. Remus turned to Virgil, who gave a small nod.

"Vee says you can," the six-year-old informed, stepping out of Roman's way. The creative Side stepped in, croutching between the two boys.

"I'm sorry, Virgil. Well, both of you. I've only been paying attention to Logan today, and that's not fair on you. So...I'm sorry," he apologised sheepishly. Remus turned to Virgil again, allowing the toddler to make his own decision. Virgil took his time to think, before crawling over to Roman. The two-year-old stood up, and gently hugged Roman.

"Vee says we forgive you," Remus smiled.

"I'm glad," Roman hugged Virgil back.

"Now, should we go make a blanket fort in the living room? Logan's down for a nap, so it'll be just the three of us. Yeah?" the prince proposed an idea.

"Yeah yeah yeah!" Remus jumped up and down in excitement. Virgil smiled widely behind his pacifier, silently flapping his hands. Maybe things could work out after all.

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littlecloudprince · 3 years ago

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Heyo! As I'm still working on the aftermath/part two of 'I'm Not A Little', I decided to treat you to a Little!Logan moodboard! You've all been so patient with me, and I've felt kind of bad for taking so long, so I wanted to do a lil somethin-somethin for you! I figured that since I've already done the Little!Virgil moodboard, I might as well give our favourite space geek one as well! I hope you all like it! Without further ado:

Spacebaby Logan

(Sorry if things are a lil wonky, my dear old friend Visual-Spatial Learning Disability tends to kick my butt when I make stuff like this. Also, click/tap for better quality!)

DNI in bio, please read it before interacting!

#agere logan #agere sanders sides #ts agere #logan sanders #ts logan #sfw agere #safe agere #age regression

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littlecloudprince · 4 years ago

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Hey! Long time no post!

So first of all, I'm sorry I haven't posted in so long. I've been working on a sort of part 2/aftermath fic of "I'm Not A Little!", but I've also been experiencing a bit of a regression block that's also lead to writer's block. I've been recovering from both, but I'm taking things a bit slow still just in case.

However!

I do have a few concepts written out if anyone is interested! So please, do let me know if you'd want to read them! Also, a reminder that my Submissions/Asks are both always open, so you're always welcome to give me fic requests/concepts and ask things from the guys themselves! Anyone can be Big, anyone can be Little, so long as everything stays PG and the forbidden ship isn't mentioned/requested. I do also ask, that you don't request a word count, as I can never predict how long or short a fic will be, and a word count would only cause unnecessary pressure.

One more thing I would like your opinion on, is that if people were to ask things from the Sides themselves, would you prefer it happened in a separate blog dedicated entirely for that purpose, or in this same blog where I post my fics in? Feel free to let me know!

Alright, I think that's all for now! See you soon!

-Princey

#agere-logan #agere logan #agere virgil #autistic sides #agere sanders sides #ts agere #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #agere patton #agere remus #agere roman #agere janus #thomas sanders #sanders sides #Princey babbles

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littlecloudprince · 4 years ago

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I'm Not A Little!

Summary: Logan refuses to admit that he's a Little. He keeps bottling it up, but the bottle's bound to pop at some point.

Warnings: A pretty graphic panic attack/meltdown scene, slight off-hand mentions of an accident + nakedness, one (1) swearword (the f-word), let me know if there's anything else I should add

A/N: First time posting a fic here! Hopefully people like it! Feel free to send me any Asks/suggestions if you want to, but don't feel obligated to if you don't want to! I'll write pretty much anything, the guys can be Big or Little. I won't write N/S/F/W, r3mr0m or unsympathetic anyone though. You can also ask stuff from the guys themselves if you'd like! Just keep everything PG and we should be jolly good! Anyway, now I'm rambling, so off to the fic you go!

Logan was not a Little. Even if all the other Sides were, Logan was not. Maybe he sometimes wished he could join Little Roman and Little Remus when they played pretend. Maybe he sometimes wished Janus would bounce him like he bounced Little Patton. Maybe he sometimes wished Patton would lovingly feed him a bottle and sing lullabies to him like he did with Little Virgil. But Logan wasn't a Little. He couldn't be. Thomas needed him to be the responsible one. Logan couldn't be responsible if he was a child. He wouldn't be taken seriously. So he wasn't a Little.

Logan collapsed on his bed, beyond exhausted. It had been a long day of helping Thomas, and his unicorn onesie was calling his name from the closet. However, dinner was yet to be served, and Patton, who usually had the cooking duty, was currently three years old. Logan was the one who usually cooked whenever Patton was unavailable. So, internally groaning, Logan got up, readjusted his glasses and tie, and sunk down.

In the living room, Janus and Roman were looking after Patton, Remus and Virgil. The kids were all colouring, Aladdin quietly playing in the background.

"Greetings," Logan said, trying his best to hide how exhausted he truly was. Patton looked up from his colouring, his eyes immediately lighting up.

"Lo-Lo!" he exclaimed behind his pacifier, scrambling to his feet and bolting to hug Logan.

"Hey there, Patton," Logan said, ruffling the little boy's hair. "Are you hungry?" he continued. Patton nodded eagerly.

"Jan said hafta wait fow ou befowe tan haf dindins," the curly haired boy explained.

"How about I make the dinner tonight?" Janus approached Logan, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's...it's quite alright, Janus. I can handle it," Logan smiled, hoping his tiredness wouldn't shine through in his voice.

"Are you sure? You totally don't seem like you were hit by a truck," the scaley Side said, picking Patton up and plopping him on his hip.

"Absolutely certain, no need to worry. I'm just a little tired is all," Logan said, already halfway in the kitchen. Janus wasn't convinced, he could taste the lie, but he didn't want to push it, so for now, he let Logan go. The snake-like Side had his suspicion on what might've been going on with the logical Side, but he had yet to recieve any solid proof. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Logan before bringing his focus back on the kids.

Logan took a deep breath. He felt a lump grow in his throat, and rapidly blinked his eyes. Why on Earth was he on the verge of tears? Janus hadn't said anything bad or mean. There was no logical reason to be upset. Logan wasn't supposed to feel. He wasn't supposed to be about emotion. He was Logic after all. He clenched his fists and vigorously shook his head before taking another deep breath. Make dinner, eat dinner, you're done. Then you can rest. Should be easy enough, right? Wrong.

Dinner was a catastrophy, Remus downright refusing to eat the pasta Logan had cooked.

"Remus, you have to eat!" Roman groaned at his brother, who just responded by blowing raspberries.

"Remus, listen to your brother," Janus reprimanded before turning his attention back to feeding Virgil his apple sauce.

"Nuh-uh! Vee not eatin pasta eithew!" Remus argued, somehow managing to turn himself upside down in his chair.

"You know Virgil is too little to eat solids. And please sit up, you're a big boy, you know the table manners," Janus explained to the ever-so-huffy boy.

"Remus, just eat your fucking food!" Logan blew up, startling Virgil to tears. He slammed his hand over his mouth, instantly filled with regret, as everyone turned to look at the logical Side in shock.

"I..." Logan felt his cheeks flush red, as he looked around at everyone.

"I'm sorry, I...don't know what that was," he apologised after a moment of awkward silence.

"Logan..." Roman opened his mouth, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"I'll just go," Logan mumbled, getting up and hurriedly sinking down to his room. His head was spinning, and he felt his breathing getting faster. He closed his door, and with a swift hand motion, soundproofed his room before letting out a scream. He didn't know why he screamed. He knew there wasn't a logical reason to. Right now, however, he couldn't have cared less about being logical. Tears pooling in his eyes, he gripped his hair harshly. He screamed again, this time kicking his door with full force. His heart was beating fast, his throat felt tight, and he was sure he was dying. He felt like he was being strangled, and he instinctively began scratching at his neck. He fumbled his tie off, and threw it somewhere on the ground. He felt a sob shaking his body and tears and snot freely running on his face. Suddenly, he felt his body starting to shrink. A part of his brain argued, that he was not a Little, and this was not happening. He needed to be an adult, remember? But another, definitely younger, part of his brain argued, that he did not care. He wanted to be a Little. He wanted to be dependent. He wanted to be clingy. Screw everything! He was a Little. He tried to get to his bed, but his legs felt like steel. He managed to take one step before everything went black, and he collapsed.

That was where Roman found him a few hours later. He had gently knocked on Logan's door, but after not recieving an answer, he took it upon himself to open the door.

"Logan? It's Roman. Can I come in?" he gently called into the dark room. No answer. He could've sworn he heard sniffling though.

"I'll turn the light on, okay?" Roman spoke gently. Still no answer. The prince clicked on the lightswitch, and saw a very regressed, and very naked, Logan curled in front of his bed. There was a puddle underneath him, and his eyes were red and puffy.

"Hey buddy, it's okay," Roman gently approached the tiny child. The closer he got, the more intense Logan's crying got.

"Hey, shh, it's okay babystar, I'm not here to hurt you," Roman shushed gently. With a swift flick of his wrist, the puddle underneath Logan was no more. Next, he summoned a diaper and a space-themed footed sleeper. With a snap of Roman's fingers, Logan's groin was now clean and dry. He then conjured a changing mat, and laid the still crying Logan on top of it. Roman got the baby changed, and then picked him up and sat him down on his hip, gently rocking and shushing him.

He took the baby in the kitchen, figuring that some warm milk might help soothe him, and possibly help him fall asleep, the poor kid must've been exhausted. Roman conjured a dark blue soft-spouted sippy cup that had planets and stars all over it, hazarding a guess that Logan was around a year and a half old. With a snap of the prince's fingers, the sippy cup was filled with perfectly warmed milk. Roman took Logan and the sippy cup to the living room, and sat down on the couch. Logan was still crying, but not quite as violently anymore.

"Hey bud, maybe this'll help you feel better?" Roman offered Logan the cup. Logan hiccuped, and, through wet eyes, inspected the sippy before making grabby hands toward it. Roman happily handed the milk to Logan, who gladly latched on. He quickly emptied the cup, and yawned around the spout.

"Wo-Wo?" suddenly came in a sleepy tone from behind Roman. He turned around, surprised to see a rosy-cheeked, messy haired Patton rubbing his right eye, left hand clutching his blankie. The moment Logan noticed the other boy, he snuggled close to Roman to hide, and the tears made a reappearance.

"It's late, why aren't you asleep, honey?" Roman gently asked.

"Heawd cwyin. It Vee?" Patton explained, muffled by his glow-in-the-dark night pacifier.

"No, not this time, darling. It's Logan," Roman gently rocked the still sniffling baby.

"Lo-Lo?" Patton whispered, tilting his head in confusion.

"Yeah, but we can talk about it more later, okay? For now, you need sleep, little one," Roman said, carefully getting up with Logan still on his lap.

"Let's put you back to bed, okay?" he offered a hand to Patton, the other holding Logan on his hip. The little boy nodded, and took the offered hand. They all sunk down to Patton's room together.

In his room, Patton climbed in his bed and grabbed his frog plushie for cuddles. Roman tucked the sleepy boy in, and kissed his forehead.

"Sleep tight, honey," he whispered. Patton mumbled a barely audible answer, and quickly fell asleep. Roman sunk back to the living room with Logan, and sat down on the couch.

Logan was still sniffling, though at this point he was half asleep, having tuckered himself out. He was sucking on his thumb, and when Roman noticed this, he conjured a pacifier for the baby. It was blue, and had a glow-in-the-dark handle. The shield was covered in planets and stars, and it even had a smiling sun on it. Roman gently coaxed the thumb out of Logan's mouth, and replaced it with the pacifier. The baby latched on it gladly, and moved the now free hand to get a gentle grip on Roman's shirt. Logan felt safe, and finally allowed sleep to take over him. Roman gently rubbed Logan's back and let his thoughts wander before he, too, without even noticing it, entered the Dreamland.

Dni if: N/S/F/W, k!nk, ship r3mr0m, exclu, ableist, LGBTQ+ -phobic, racist, anti-pan, etc. Full DNI in desc.

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