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The Artisan Pt 1 of ?

WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE ARTISAN!!

If you have just happened to come across this writing whilst scrolling I really appreciate you stopping to read it. HOWEVER! If you are one of the so far few Foxlings of mine that has been keeping up with The Librarians I’m so happy you are taking a chance on my other writings! This is a Halloween/Autumn story so it will not be for the faint of heart. I do hope you enjoy it.

A few warnings before we start

Gore Descriptions, Implied Abandonment, Abuse (Beating)

Backstory: Janus Confoss was once a very rich and well known blacksmith and wood-carver. These were just the things he was known for but everyone knew the man was one of many talents. He gained the nickname The Artisan over the years as it seemed any skill he desired to master, he would. Janus soon married a girl named Laurel Starling. They had a son they named Virgilius Nox Confoss. One night while Laurel and Virgil were at the shop someone broke in and took all the valuable from them. Laurel had Virgil and was sorting through the books. One of the robbers came back there with a dagger and killed Laurel as she tried to stop the man. He ended up cutting his hand open in the process however.

That’s all i’m going to give you and I decided not to do a summary because I want you readers to feel drawn to it without a sneak peek.

Characters: Janus, Virgil, King Romulus, Patton, Misc Guards, and Townspeople.

Leh Goh

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Today was the fourth anniversary of Laurel’s death and Janus was sitting in his wood hut with dirt floors with his son, teaching him to carve chess pieces out of balsa and walnut wood.

“Now wedge it here and...” Janus maneuvered Virgil’s small hands with the small blade and pressed down a little. They had been working on a Balsa Wood Knight all afternoon and Virgil had finally finished his favorite piece.

“You did so good!” Janus dusted off the remains of the wood that they had carved out. The knight wasn’t perfect but nothing ever is. Virgil smiled at his father and turned the light wood in his small palm. 

“I’ll call him Semper Fidelis.” Virgil said excitedly. Janus had been teaching the boy Latin ever since he first spoke. 

“’Always Faithful’.” Janus repeated in English and the two smiled at the wood knight. 

A few moments passed and Janus had begun Virgil’s new Latin lesson. They were onto numbers but Janus only taught him Roman Numerals for now.

“This is one, two, and three.” The man scribbled the lines down on the yellowing piece of parchment with a piece of charcoal. Virgil repeated the steps right below it.

“One, two, three.” The black haired boy pointed to the numbers as he said them.

“Very good!” Janus smiled and ruffled his son’s messy crow-colored hair.

Just as Janus had finished the lesson there was the clink of armor sounding outside his door and a booming knocking followed by a stern voice.

“Janus Veritas Confoss. Your debt is due.” The guard’s booming voice struck fear through the man he was addressing. 

“Hurry, under here.” Janus ushered Virgil under the cot he had hid a tunnel under. 

“Go to the end and I’ll come get you when I’m done okay?” This was standard procedure for most days. After his shop had been robbed Janus struggled immensely to gain his equipment back and by the time he did he was so deep in debt and taxes it would take a miracle to surface.

Virgil nodded and quickly went down the end of the tunnel, closing the make’shift trap-door behind him.

Janus grabbed his staff, a hickory pole he had once crafted in memory of his father and what he imagined the man would use in the present had he not died. The guards at the door wore chain-mail armor. Janus himself was likely to have crafted a few of those pieces the soldiers now wore.

“Your debt is due.” One of the two guards sneered and waited as Janus fumbled to find the few silver coins he had gotten this week from the market. 

“That’s everything.” He said quietly. If one’s debt wasn’t paid to a certain amount when it was to be collected then a punishment would be initiated. The second guard counted the amount and scoffed.

“Not enough this week either?” The first grabbed Janus’ arm and drug him from the rickety doorway he stood at. Janus was then tossed into the dirt and stones that scattered the pathway of the street he lived on. Some of his neighbors covered their mouths in shock, others scurried quickly away, and some sneered at him or the guards and watched.

Janus groaned as he lifted himself onto fours shakily. The guard kicked him square in the gut and shot the breath out of the poor man. Janus curled into a fetal position and held his stomach. They had recently added steel to the edge of the boots the soldiers wore. As the second guard picked up Janus’ staff which had escaped his grip when they threw him, Janus held out a hand and sat up hastily as he tried to back up. The first guard moved faster than he could however and grabbed the wood-carver and held him still as the second guard beat him till Janus’ mouth had blood beginning to trickle from it. 

The guard dropped him and the man fell and laid there for a few moments, coughing and shaking. Shame spread through Janus’ body as he found himself helpless. He looked through his dusty brown hair and saw a pair of silver eyes watching him from a crevice in an abandoned building. 

“Virgil...” Janus realized and reached out and grabbed his staff and slowly brought himself up. The two guards chuckled at the shaky figure before them attempting to stable himself.

“Your King is a greedy fool! I have done nothing wrong towards this city and you both follow his orders like dogs to a cruel master.” Janus spat out, blood falling on top one of the guard’s boots. Janus wasn’t going to let them humiliate him in front of his son. 

“You dare disrespect your KING?!” The guard’s amusement turned to fury as Janus finished. Before he could register what was really happening, the two grabbed him and pummeled his stomach again and again till he was coughing up small pools of blood instead of droplets into the dirt. 

“If you think he’s so greedy you can say it to his face.” One of the guards growled into Janus’ ear. He was staring at his weathered moccasins he had crafted himself as one of the guards shouted at a young man on a horse.

“Fetch the King! We have a gift for him.” The only sound was the mutterings of the ladies and gentlemen who had stayed long enough to witness his second round. 

Janus hit the dirt again and he stayed there. Blood was on the ends of his hair now, it ran from his nose and mouth and onto the stones. The hickory staff he had used to stand had rolled away towards where Virgil had stared at his father. The silver eyes were gone now. Janus closed his eyes and took a few shaky breaths as the sound of a carriage reached his ears. 

Then darkness engulfed his vision just as Janus was able to see a blurry rendition of King Romulus step from a regal red and gold carriage.

Janus didn’t wake up for another few days as the King had decided to spare him and heal him too despite the harsh words Janus had spat in the King’s name.

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Janus returned home with several bruises and found Virgil still in the tunnel asleep.

“Virgil! Did you stay down here all while I was gone?!” Janus actually noticed that the boy had gained a few extra pounds.

“No, I went to Patton’s.” Virgil said drowsily and hugged his father tightly. Janus wrapped his arms around his son and held on for dear life. The King had given him a few extra weeks on his debt to avoid Janus receiving a beating again. King Romulus was not a merciful man and whispers were starting to fly about the King’s interest and favoritism towards the poor artisan. It was no secret that the King ‘swung the other way’ when it came to his interests.

Janus, not much younger than the King, was a term of what you’d call handsome. He had a narrow face with sharp angles revealing his jawline and cheekbones. His eyes were a gleaming emerald with flecks of gold decorating around the pupil. His skin was a deep oak and his hair replicated that of a walnut tree in color. 

“I’m so sorry my son. I never meant for you to have this life.” Janus whimpered and held onto Virgil. The two sat there for what felt like days, until Virgil pulled away and dug out the White Knight he had crafted only a few days prior. 

“You can sell him for money Papa. It’s hard to find knights now.” Virgil offered. Semper Fidelis sat in the palm of Virgil’s hand. He was right too. It was really hard to find a good knight chess piece. 

“No, no you keep him. If you get scared, you hold him in your palm as tight as you can and you keep him close. You are my White Knight and this is your piece.” Janus said quietly and kissed the boy’s forehead and brought him close again. 

“I love you Papa.” Virgil muttered into the white cloth of Janus’ shirt he had gotten from the palace infirmary.

“I love you too Virgil.” Janus pressed another kiss to the boy’s raven dark hair. Virgil was so much like his mother. Only when he got older would the sharp angles of his face become known, those which he had earned from his father. Everything from the eyes to his hair and skin was Laurel however. Janus loved his son more than anything, and he would do whatever it took to protect him. No consequence would be too great.

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There’s a little foreshadowing for ya! For those of you who don’t want to use Google Translate or don’t know what Semper Fidelis means, I’m not fluent in Latin but according to reoccurring trials at Google Translate and websites it means Always Faithful. If there is someone reading this that IS fluent in Latin first off I applaud and admire you, secondly I’m sorry if that is wrong.

Until next time my Foxlings!!!

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The Librarians Chapter 3

A Until I get all the chapters out of this fantastic fic I’m going to just put the previous chapter in the next. Does that make sense? Probably not, ANYGAYS! I haven’t really got any inspiration for this chapter but I’m going to try. I’ve got music going and my notes so we should be fine. I’ll stop rambling now and get to the details...

Chapter 2 is just here...

The Librarians Chapter 2

Let’s go!

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Summary: Today was Jeremy’s last day in the hospital. He would finally be let loose back into the world...with several set backs. Logan took the time that Jeremy’s family was in town to get to know Victor (Virgil) a little better. Least to say Jeremy’s relationship with his father is the only thing without improvement.

Pairings: Loceit

Warnings: trauma (i’ll try not to go too in depth and i’m so sorry if I make anyone uncomfortable, but you don’t actually have to read that bit if you don’t want to)

Headcannons and AU’s: Human Au, Anxceit Sibling Au, and Vitiligo HC for Janus

Jeremy= Janus

Victor= Virgil (he’s also referred to as Virgil in here so there shouldn’t be too much confusion.)

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The afternoon light spilled through the window beside Jeremy’s hospital bed. A hospital wheelchair sat at the end, the warmth of the sun collection on it’s seat and back. Jeremy would be released today and his parents...or rather Emile had taken care of his medical bills. Therapy and everything. Jeremy had always felt guilty about taking his Dad’s money, but this time he was fine with it. Jeremy and Remy’s most recent fight had escalated to Remy almost breaking something. Taking Remy’s money was blissful to Jeremy. Taking Emile’s was not. Emile had never done anything but care for Jeremy and though Remy was a little headstrong Emile was always there to make sure things stayed civil.

“How are we feeling today?” Patton Hart, Jeremy’s physical therapist, greeted Jeremy with a way too cheerful smile for the patient’s taste. 

“Same as usual.” Jeremy drawled out. Patton was an unusual physical therapist. He was 5′4 with dusty blond hair and sky blue eyes. He didn’t really have the standard build for what you’d expect. Patton’s shoulders were extremely thin while his arms packed quite a bit. His waist and legs the same way. Patton didn’t necessarily have abs but he wasn’t thick in the gut area either. Much like Jeremy he was a fairly healthy middle with just a flat stomach. 

“Well darn. If their’s no delay in your healing then that means today is your last day with me. In fact all you have to do is drag that leg of yours down the bed and sit into the chair and we’ll get you out of here.” Patton exclaimed with a bittersweet tone. Just because Patton was too sweet for Jeremy didn’t mean he hadn’t enjoyed his company. Patton was considerate and very helpful considering that Jeremy’s leg would never truly heal. 

“Darn indeed.” Jeremy muttered. Having three pretty decent meals a day, free cable, and a semi-comfortable bed with attended care was pretty good compared to what he usually got. A cot, an old vintage radio, and a kitchen with sandwiches, crofters, and if he could afford it, fruit. Baked pastries sometimes graced his kitchenette counter tops during the holidays when he got a Christmas bonus.

“So just to be clear you’ll have to have assistance getting around. Someone will have to drive you places and help you get dressed in the mornings for the next month and a half.” Patton spoke cheerfully as Jeremy attempted to drag his numb leg down the rail. It drug limply on the ground like a corpse piece and his toes twitched every few seconds from the damage he had done to it.

Jeremy had someone in mind to help him around, but he just needed to be sure they were on board first. 

~Time Skip~

Jeremy was wheeled out of the hospital into the overhang outside the building. There was a sleek navy blue 2015 Lexus RC F waiting for him and Logan surprisingly enough was waiting for him. Patton’s smile dimmed ever so slightly as Logan was revealed next to the Lexus.

“Patton.” Logan said in a surprised tone. Familiarity lit up in Logan’s eyes and a small remains of a feeling that was buried deep within his soul.

“Hey Lo, what’ve you been up to?” Patton asked slowly.

“Nothing really. I..I work for Jeremy at the Hawthorne library downtown.” Logan replied sheepishly and a flushed pink surfaced on his cheeks as he stumbled over his words. 

“Are you going to be taking care of Jeremy while he recovers?” Patton inquired slowly.

“That was the plan. His family has already retreated back to Minnesota after all.” Logan replied. The flush of color on his skin began to fade as the subject changed.

“Alright then! I’d say he’s in good hands then.” Patton stepped away from Jeremy’s chair and Logan stepped towards it. Patton said good-bye and as Jeremy lifted himself to get into Logan’s Lexus he noticed a silver band on Patton’s ring finger. The physical therapist twisted it nervously and was smiling longingly at Logan as he entered the driver’s seat. Patton didn’t turn back to the hospital till Logan’s car had drove out of the parking lot and onto the roads of the city.

Silence plagued the ride all the way until they stopped at a red-light. 

“So...are we just going to completely ignore the fact that Patton is your ex and you still are in love with him or are we going to talk about it. Either way it’s fine with me and believe me it won’t affect how I treat you.” Jeremy rushed out the last bit. 

“Depends...are you going to tell me about your experiences in college or are we going to have to ignore the fact that your brother is concerned about you.” Logan replied evenly with just a glance from behind his square frames. Pink was once again staining his cheeks but it slowly died out as silence claimed them again.

Another twenty minutes passed. Then thirty. The silence went on to the point where it was just a stale conversation waiting for new growth. No growth appeared in this particular conversation till a week later. 

~One Week Later~ Jeremy is now on crutches with a very stable brace

Logan had been helping Jeremy around the library and in life in general for a week now. He had gotten them coffee in the mornings and he even did Jeremy’s laundry even though the paralyzed librarian could very well do it himself. As the day at the library dragged on and closing came upon them, Jeremy’s mind fell back to the day he had left the hospital.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He said cautiously. Logan looked up from where he was cleaning. 

“Well that’s a set of words that never is dull.” He responded with a curious glint in his hurricane gray and blue eyes.

“I’ll tell you one thing about my college experience if you tell me what happened between you and Patton.” Jeremy wagered. Logan’s breathing grew still as if he had forgotten how to do the act entirely.

“Alright then...” the librarian pulled up a chair from one of the desks to the horseshoe desk Jeremy sat at. 

“You first. I don’t want you to chicken out.” Jeremy smiled slyly as if attempting to hide the darkness glazing his sleek emerald eyes. 

Logan’s eyes showed a flicker of amusement but it died quickly as he began to recall his side of the bargain and began.

“We were too different...sure we loved one another but our views of the world were drastically opposing. I used to be a surgeon at the hospital. Patton was the nurse and physical therapist for most of my patients. That’s how we met.” Logan took a deep breath as mist began to cloud his vision.

“Patton always thought that everyone had good in them and that with a few smiles and puns he could turn a mass murderer into a noble citizen. Of course that’s not how things work, but that’s what he thought. One day during one of my appointments I heard something down the hall in one of my patients rooms. I went down to see what it was and Patton was there crying, The patient had torn out his stitches and bled out. It wrecked Pat...and me. I never trusted anyone but me to do the closing of a surgery ever again. According to Patton I became cold hearted and was hardly ever talking to him. A few months after the stitching accident I made a mistake and...well there’s a reason I don’t practice anymore.” Logan finished and pinched the bridge of his nose as his eyes went from mist to heavy droplets brimming on his eyelids. “We got a divorce after that and I’ve regretted it every since. But it was for the best, we were just too different and I was slowly killing Patton by pushing him away. He was always trying to make me happy and I just couldn’t be. In a sense my own feelings are my fault.” 

Jeremy stared blankly at Logan with something of disappointment and sorrow that Logan felt this way. There was no doubt now that Jeremy hated this feeling, hated Logan feeling this way. They hadn’t even known each other for a year and he was already wanting to protect the other. Once Jeremy realized this he inhaled deeply and silently kicked himself and here’s why.

“I guess it’s my turn now?” Jeremy muttered with a quick smirk before fading into a dull and fearful face as he recalled memories from college. 

¨ I had been studying Forensic Science at The University of Central Florida. It was my second year and I had finally gotten a grasp on my education. I was doing good, I had a job at a restaurant a few blocks from my dorm and everything was going great. One night me and a couple of friends went out to a bar. It was a week before Finals and we wanted to celebrate. I got abandoned halfway through the night and a guy found me. I don’t remember his name but I do know he had an ear piercing. Just one on his right ear. His hands were at least twice the size of my own and least to say he used them to his advantage. I tried to fight back but he was very much stronger than me. The man forced me to dance with him. My friends thought it was a boyfriend of mine I had decided not to tell them about. Back then I was too shy to tell anyone wrong so I let them believe that. I could blame it on the alcohol but truth is I didn’t drink that night. I didn’t do anything of my own will that night. Or the next, or the next. This went on for about a month with the same guy. I didn’t go back home saying I was doing advance classes to get a better degree. 

I didn’t even know the guy’s name and I was giving myself to him like a damned fool. I’ll never forget his face, or his hands. I still have bruises on my back from where he touched me. It didn’t ever last long, the touching. He got bored quickly when I didn’t do what he wanted. I don’t think he was a psychopath or I’d have a lot more than bruises.” Jeremy wiped his eyes and sat back into his chair. 

Logan was staring at him with pity written all over his face. 

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you. Now you’ll treat me like a sick puppy.” Jeremy muttered and went back to writing down inventory. 

“No! No!” Logan groaned and pinched his nose again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” The librarian sniffed and adjusted his tie. “I’m glad you told me. That explains your sudden reaction to defend when we first met.” The two sat in silence for a longer than necessary period of time and Logan found himself staring into Jeremy’s dark green eyes. And Jeremy staring back. 

Before Logan could really register what was going on inches separated them and he could feel the whisper of breath that came from Jeremy’s mouth. It smelled of dew and lemon and the sharp tang of it against Logan’s senses closed the gap between their lips and his heart pounded as his eyes closed.

JEREMY

Logan’s stormy eyes seemed to swirl as Jeremy realized they were getting closer. Both of them were moving towards each other like opposite sides of two magnets and when they reached near connection Jeremy noticed the fragments of apple and what he thought starlight would smell like lacing Logan’s breath. He let out a whisper of air and before he knew it Logan was kissing him. Out of instinct he kissed back and his eyes shut closed. His lips parted slightly and the other’s tongue slid gently over his. Moments passed and then they pulled away slowly. 

Before Jeremy gathered his thoughts on what had just transfixed between them he was apologizing and covering his mouth with a gloved hand. He had started wearing these lemon yellow gloves that Virgil had gotten him for Christmas the year before. Fall had started to fade into winter and as usual the heater of the Library wasn’t exactly top notch. This resulting in Jeremy bundling up like an Eskimo most days.

NO POV

Logan grabbed one of Jeremy’s hands and drew it away from his face. Jeremy’s eyes flickered open as Logan pressed a kiss to his gloved hand.

“It’s alright. I should be the one who’s sorry for making you uncomfortable.”  Logan dropped his hand and looked at the big library doors to his right. His finger tips tapped nervously together in sync with his bouncing leg in his lap. Guilt plagued Jeremy’s stomach as he slowly lifted himself from the swivel chair he sat at and limped from the desk and behind Logan. The other librarian didn’t seem to notice as his hurricane grey eyes had already glazed over with a stream of thoughts. 

Jeremy slid his arms around Logan’s shoulders and connected them across his chest and rested his head against the side of Logan’s head. This seemed to snap Logan out of his trance and the other librarian set a bare hand on top one of Jeremy’s at his chest. Despite the numbing cold that had settled over Hawthorne Logan’s hand was warm against Jeremy’s.

The two then stared off in a silent bliss as the sun cast an extreme orange glow over them. Their shadows reaching out towards the doors of the library.

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AH! That was so much fun to write!!! Also pardon any typos or unrealistic instances. This chapter made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside, y’know aside from the total trauma fest before the big scene. ANYGAYS! 

I will be doing a Halloween Story called The Artisan, the Sanders Sides fandom in use of course. It won’t be a love story but the main characters used will be Janus, Virgil, and King Romulus. I know he isn’t technically cannon so please don’t harp about that to me. 

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and until next time my dear Foxlings!

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I’ve Finally Returned!

Okay okay okay I understand I didn’t post legit anything over the summer and I’m sorry. BUT! I have explanation. Every year me and my bff’s go on a giant summer trip somewhere and we leave our electronics at home. Phones are the only exception and I was going to sneak The Librarians Chapter 3 on my phone but one of my friends told me no and confiscated it. Apparently no hobbies or work that doesn’t involve them is also off limits. Anyway, as I am now back I can continue and hopefully finish The Librarians.

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boy did this lead me down a rabbit hole of awesome. Truly a work of art

Night-Side Bishop Logan from a Chessverse AU I’ll probably never finish but I had to draw because I was tired and wanted to do somethin sparkly.

Please Reblog!

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Okay but like...where do they go?

We can all agree Janus basically has six arms all the time right? Well then riddle me this...WHERE THE HELL DO THEY GO?! Like if he’s just takin a shower does he have six arms to wash his fluffy ass hair or what? Does he summon them? LIke I don’t know dudes (it’s a common term i use meaning people i’m not singling out anyone) please someone tell me what they think bc i need to know for a fic~

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The Librarians Chapter 2

Holy mushrooms this took off quick. Special thanks to all of you who have liked and reblogged, even to my first follower! This really made my day!

Anyways! uhm Chapter 1 is here...

The Librarians Chapter 1

Hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it and if you have gone and read my other posts this is not the story I was talking about in my Intellectual Genius post, that one I am still writing and haven’t really found time in my surprisingly busy day. 

Have fun and here are some warnings and other do-dads!

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Summary: Jeremy has ended up in the hospital, somewhere he cannot afford finacially to be and his employee Logan Constell has been running the library between very frequent visits to his sickbed along with Jeremy’s parents and little brother.

Pairings: Loceit, and Parental Remile.

Warnings: Swearing, hospital scenes, mentions of sexual abuse and alcohol, very angsty chapter this one, and just let me know if I need to add.

Alternate Universes/Headcannons: Human Au, Vitiligo Headcannon for Janus, Sibling Headcannon for Virgil & Janus

Janus=Jeremy for you first time readers

Virgil=Victor (middle name is Virgilius or Virgil so he goes by that)

Enjoy!

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The last thing Jeremy remembered was falling from that ladder and the sunset following him down to a sure injury. He didn’t know if Logan’s confession had made him fall or the distraction of the sun in his eyes but whatever had caused it had led him to cause nerve damage in his left leg.

“You’ll need extensive physical therapy and a brace with crutches, maybe even a wheel-chair for a while afterwards.” That’s what the doctors had told him at least. Nothing about any heart or bodily problems other than his leg unfortunately. 

“The bills are far too high for anyone with your lifestyle and salary to afford.” Logan said in one of his visits. Jeremy hadn’t said a single thing to him out of all the week he had visited. He was aware he wouldn’t be able to afford his therapy or medical care and the thought of being a crippled on the streets of Florida seemed to have paralyzed his tongue along with his leg for the time being. Jeremy hadn’t been able to move it even a centimetre in over thirty-six hours which wasn’t exactly a good sign according to the doctors. Now it was seventy-two hours which was even more concerning. So concerning that Jeremy hadn’t even really slept the past few nights.

“I...I’m sorry for what happened with the ladder.” Logan said pointlessly.

“I knew better.” Jeremy said in response quickly, despite the dried lips and hoarse vocal cords for not have spoken in over three days.

“Pardon me?” Logan was shocked to have heard him speak.

“I. Knew. Better.” Jeremy repeated slowly and louder. Logan stayed quiet this time having sensed a sharper tone in his employers voice. 

The two sat there in silence for several minuets before something miraculous happened. The door opened and instead of a doctor walking in a man with summer green eyes and hair in a sand colored over coat with a cotton candy pink undershirt and glasses. He wore equally sand colored pants and sleek black shoes. In followed another man with pitch black hair and eyes like the night sky wearing a simple white shirt and leather jacket with dark jeans and tennis shoes. The man in black had smooth milk chocolate skin much like Jeremy.

“Oh my!” The man in tan had a higher pitched voice than Logan had expected and he had covered his mouth as soon as he saw Jeremy. His face paled just the slightest bit and tears began to coat his green irises.

“Em, calm down the doctors said he was fine for the most part.” The man with the night-like eyes muttered to the one named ‘Em’ and touched a broad hand to the other’s shoulder.

“That’s our boy Remy! How can you not be upset right now?!” Em looked at the other with a hint of anger in his teared eyes.

“Dads please don’t fight right now.” Jeremy snarled before the one named Remy could reply.

They both paused and stared at the librarian.

“Logan, meet my parents. Emile is trans and got surgery after having me. He’s a therapist for the recently traumatized and this is Remy, my birth father. He’s a businessman for a string of coffee shops known as Sleepy Time Teas and Wonderful Morning Coffees.” Jeremy sighed and gestured towards the two men. Emile shyly waved at the man sitting down while Remy barley gave him a single glance.

“Is he your...?” Before Emile could finish the question Jeremy cut him off abruptly.

“No, he works for me at Hawthorne.” 

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you...uhm Logan was it?” Emile scooted over to shake hands with the intellectual who politely took the gesture.

“So what’d you do?” Remy said dully and waved a hand towards the non-moving leg.

“I fell.” Jeremy said simply and didn’t show signs of enjoying this visit.

“Y’know we’re your parents and you should show a little more respect with that voice of yours.” Remy snarled at his son. 

Jeremy just glared at Remy with such intensity flames might as well have burned in his dark green eyes.

“Remy calm down, he’s hurt and probably under a lot of stress with the library and the medical bills. He might never walk right again.” Emile hurriedly said before a fight broke out.

Logan checked his watch, sensing the building tension between Jeremy and his family. “Well I must go back to the library. My lunch break is nearly over.” and with that Logan rushed out. Jeremy would never admit he was kind of ashamed that his family feud drove his employee away.

Once Logan was gone the flood gates opened. Emile started truly crying and stifling it best he could while Remy fumed about how disrespectful Jeremy had always been.

This continued for a few minuets before Jeremy broke.

“JUST SHUT UP!” His voice stopped everything. Remy’s eyes widened in shock and Emile had jumped so hard he had stood up.

“I am PARALYZED in my bed and you are complaining on my TONE?! I have medical bills piling up to my neck while I have a salary of barely a thousand a year and you don’t even bother to ask me how I feel!” Jeremy lid off the sheets and moved best he could, dragging his numb leg with him as he attempted to stand. 

“Jeremy ju-” Emile started.

“Don’t get involved Emile. It’s about time he showed some backbone.” Remy snarled.

“No! Let him get involved. He’s the therapist for trauma and you’re just a coffee and tea maker!” Jeremy shot at him.

“Jeremy you shouldn’t speak to your father like that!” Emile hurriedly said before Remy could say anything. “And you shouldn’t be standing, for Christ sake sit back down you look like you’re about to faint!” 

“I’m fine.” Jeremy said through gritted teeth and just about that time there was a high pitched ring and Jeremy staggered and nearly fell but gripped the railing of his hospital bed. His numb leg drug on the ground and he looked down at it with the remainder of his vision before the door opened again and a doctor and nurse rushed in.

“Why is he standing?!” The doctor and nurse immediately gathered Jeremy and laid him back down on the bed as sleep claimed him again.

~ Time Skip ~

Logan came back a few days afterwards when Jeremy was supposed to start physical therapy. Apparently Emile and Remy had covered . Emile had sent Remy away and someone new had arrived. The new person was much smaller and younger than Jeremy and Logan suspected maybe a close cousin or even brother. He had jet black hair and big deer-like brown eyes. He had stared at Logan strangely when he first came in like he was analyzing him looking for a threat. The boy had eventually calmed down and looked back at his phone. Jeremy was busy talking to Emile about something Logan could not hear.

“He’s my employer.” Logan said abruptly. The boy next to him jumped at the sound of someone talking to him.

“H-he’s my brother. Uhm adopted. I am.” The deer-eyed boy said shakily and made staggering eye contact with Logan. 

“Logan.” The intellectual introduced himself quietly.

“Virgil.” Virgil answered back quietly. “My real name’s Victor, Virgilius is my middle name.” 

“Like the Roman Poet?” Logan asked slyly. Logan had always been a bit looser around people younger than him. He had been a teenager once, he understood them a bit better than adults. He was just now getting to be one.

“I guess. I write poetry in my spare time but it’s pretty dark.” Virgil shrugged and seemed to relax just as Logan had.

“Do you have your notes?” The librarian slowly asked.

Virgil slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small purple notepad with a hand-drawn skull with a stormcloud with a lightning bolt behind it. Before Virgil could flip the notepad open Logan spoke again.

“Did you draw this?” He seemed amazed.

“Uh....yeah actually. It’s a therapy method Jeremy taught me. Channeling your feelings into art or words. Poetry and art are kinda fun I guess.” The boy said slowly.

“It’s astonishing accurate for a high school student.” Logan complimented.

“Yeah.” Virgil looked down at his realistic drawing and seemed to smile slightly.

“Were you and Jeremy close?” Logan asked warily.

“Yeah, I’d say so. He used to go on walks with me and helped me with homework. On the weekends he would take me on drives at night once he got his license. Then he went to collage and dropped out because of tuition. Remy thought he had gotten involved with alcohol or something and had lost his job. Jeremy told me he had gotten sexually harassed so he quit. Remy wouldn’t listen though. He never does.” Virgil explained quietly.

“I...I never knew.” Logan turned back to where Jeremy was slightly smiling with Emile now and his eyes occasionally drifted to Virgil sitting in the corner.

“He wouldn’t have told you. Jer has always been kind of closed off. As far as I knew I was the only exception.” Virgil stated blandly.

“Hey Vee!” Emile smiled brightly and waved him over. Logan suddenly felt out of place. He considered leaving but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He needed to talk to Jeremy.

Jeremy embraced Virgil best he could and ruffled his brightly indigo streaked hair, messing it even more. They started talking and Jeremy smiled brighter than Logan had ever seen. That smile made his palms sweaty and his heart skip, Logan wanted that smile to stay forever...

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Okay yeah this chapter was angsty and Remy is way out of character but I needed a reason why Janus was always so bitter. I managed to include some fluffy heartache bits though so I’m proud of myself. Next chapter I think I’ll include the library again, and I can’t decide whether to put Janus(Jeremy) in a wheelchair or put him on crutches SO you my dear foxlings get to help me out. Crutches or Wheelchair and should he be permanently paralyzed in that leg? Let me know via a dm or just comment (reply) on this post.

 Until next time my dear Foxlings!

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INTERVENTION FOR THE LIBRARIANS

Okay so I realized I made a mistake in my story and it’s a very small one but Remy in Chapter 1 of the Librarians needs to be Roman because well I need Monsieur Remy for Chapter 2 soooooo if you want you can go back and read it again but I assure you it’s a minimal change. 

Sorry my Foxlings!

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The Librarians

Summary: Jeremy Scalera (Jeremy sounds more natural than Janus...seriously who would name their kid Janus?! Sorry to anyone named that but you deserve better. JanICE does not count.) is the head librarian at Hawthorne Library and antisocial intellectual with a taste for being alone and silence. Logan Constell (short for constellation, not his actual last name in this fic) is strikingly similar. So what happens when these two antisocial and intelligent loners cross paths in an interview that was sure to change both their lonely souls.

Pairings: Loceit

Alternate Universes: Human Au, Vitiligo Au (Human! Janus Headcannon technically)

Warnings: Mentions of disabilities and a few mild swear words. A smidge of angst at the very end. Let me know if anything else needs to be added.

Hope you enjoy my dears!!

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Edit: Chapter 2 is here! The Librarians Chapter 2

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The Hawthorne Library was run by a bitter and short tempered know-it-all named Jeremy Scalera...He was exactly 5 foot 3 and 120lbs with a thin frame and even thinner shoulders. His skin was the color of milk chocolate but his smooth sweetness of skin was interrupted by a clash of white splotches scattering his body. Jeremy had been born with vitiligo which resulted in a crude nickname of ‘Dairy Cow’ all the way through his middle school years. This influenced him to hide as much skin as possible using gloves, scarves, and extensive wool jackets and sweaters. This wasn’t entirely odd since at the time he had lived in Minnesota and it was freezing all the damn time. Now he lived in Florida where you either were sweating or shirtless.

“Please let this be a quiet day...” He muttered as the door to the library slammed shut behind him. 

It was exactly 7 ‘o clock in the morning and the library was in need of opening. Jeremy was the only employee of the library and he practically lived there. Sure he still owns an apartment and everything, but he prefers the guaranteed silence at night with the library. His office had a small cot in it with a bathroom and a small kitchen fridge and a few counter-tops to hold his microwave, sink, and single cabinet. 

Jeremy’s morning consisted of walking down to the RelativiTea coffee shop down the street that was operated by one of Jeremy’s old classmates. One who hadn’t mocked him because he himself had a disability, Roman Sancleur had turret syndrome (is that right?). Jeremy might have even considered him a friend had they ever talked to each other than exchanging a coffee order.

“Morning Jeremy.” Roman said out of reflex. His fingers twitched every now and then along with the skin under his eyes, but that was more on the fact that Roman had had no sleep last night because he was too busy drinking coffee and teas left over from the day before and watching Disney movies. 

“Just the iced chocolate mocha today.” The librarian sighed and leaned on the counter. He always got here early to avoid the morning rush. 

Roman set a drink onto the counter already prepared.

“You’re too predictable Jerry. Why don’t you ever shake it up a bit?” Roman leaned over the counter getting a little too close for Jeremy to like. No romantic signs came from the barista, more so curiosity.

“First of all don’t call me ‘Jerry’ please, and second I like consistency. This doesn’t take too much out of my paycheck from the city and it’s tasteful.” Jeremy hissed and put a five dollar bill on the counter as he always did. The drink was actual $2.73 but he didn’t ever like change so Roman always got a pretty generous tip.

Jeremy walked out of the coffee shop without another word and entered back into his solitary space just a block away.

The head-librarian set down his coffee on the horseshoe desk in the center of the library and the jingle of his keys echoed.

“I hope I’m not intruding.” A smooth voice laced with calm sounded behind Jeremy and he jumped.

“Mother of damnation who the hell are you?!” The librarian spun around and gripped his hand on the can of pepper spray he kept on him at all times.

“I-I suggest no hostility, and I advise you keep your voice down...we are in a library after all.” The stranger raised his hands in defense. “I’m sorry to have startled you, but the door was unlocked and I assumed you were in your office.” The man was oddly calm despite the can of pepper spray aimed at him and the clearly hostile look in Jeremy’s eyes.

“My name is Logan Constell. I came to apply for a job here.” The presumed ‘Logan’ folded his hands behind his back and only then did Jeremy begin to notice his features.

Logan wore tight black framed square classes, a smooth black dress coat and a navy undershirt with a star-flecked tie across and brighter blue fabric making up the tie itself. His shoulders were broad and his chin sculpted almost so finely one could mistake him for a statue if he had been gray. 

Speaking of gray, his eyes were a brilliant icy blue-ish gray that sparked with intelligence Jeremy had never seen before. Then there was his hair, pitch black it seemed to be made of the dark matter of space itself. The lightness at which it was folded back and not a single sign of gel or any other product other than a mint smelling shampoo and conditioner. He was so put together with his black slacks and dress shoes to top everything off.

“It doesn’t make much...” Jeremy said steadily despite the rushing feeling running through his veins. He set the pepper spray down next to his coffee and Logan began to approach him which with every inch closer the head librarian’s heart beat a little quicker until it was skipping.

“I have no one to provide for but myself and my hydroponics garden.” Logan stated and held forward a piece of paper with a series of qualification statements and columns.

“I don’t need a resume...I just need you to answer a few questions.” Jeremy quickly said and slipped behind his horseshoe desk. 

“I would be happy to answer them.” Logan said blankly.

“As I would hope.” Jeremy glanced up at him as he sat down in the old roller chair with a creak. 

“Age?” He started.

“Twenty-Three years, seven months, and fifteen days.”

“Are you organized?”

“To a fault some might say.” Logan replied cooly.

“Do you have balance well on a 14 foot ladder?” Jeremy shot back.

“I’ve never tried, but I have a high pain tolerance and have been reported a fast healer.” 

“Then you’re hired.” Jeremy rose from his chair and stuck out his hand. Logan took it in a firm grip that shot sparks through Jeremy’s arm and heat shooting up his face then he let go and the sparks vanished.

“When do I start?” Logan’s eyes held the slightest hint of joyous feeling but it was masked behind the gray and blue storm.

“The library opens in five minutes which should be enough time to get your tag done.” Jeremy offered a smirk which was met with only the slightest twitch of the others lips and the flicker of those eyes casting over the librarians face.

~Time Skip~

It’d been three weeks since Logan had started working at Hawthrone and every glance or movement seemed to attract Jeremy’s attention. He had considered going to see a doctor at this point but the Library’s salary and the fact Jeremy didn’t have insurance wasn’t exactly ideal.

“Good morning Jeremy.” Logan said one day as he walked in. 

“Morning Lo.” The other responded calmly. This was about all that was exchanged by them verbally on most days.

The first three days at the library Logan had worn a simple silver band on his ring-finger then it had disappeared. Today seemed like an okay day to finally question his new employee about it.

“So...I noticed you stopped wearing the ring.” Jeremy said casually one day as he stocked the shelves. It was closing time and Logan was better at checking back in books than Jeremy.

“What ring?” Logan asked blankly, barely glancing up at the brown and tan head librarian.

“The silver band you wore the first three days you were here.” Jeremy clarified.

“I didn’t think it had any significance to my work here.”

“It doesn’t.” The conversation fell quiet for a few seconds before one of them spoke again.

“If you don’t feel comfortable with telling me it’s fine. It was just a silly question worth a bit of satisfied curiosity.” Jeremy said hurriedly as he started to ascend the ladder. The book he had in his left hand belonged at the top shelf.

“No...it’s just I don’t wish to make you uncomfortable or loose this job.” Logan rushed out.

“Why would I fire you? Or feel uncomfortable?” Jeremy asked slowly as he reached the fifth level.

“Because that ring was my tie to my ex-husband.” Logan said quietly, barely loud enough for the man on the ladder to hear.

“Oh...” There was a pause with only the sound of clicking keys and the steps of Jeremy climbing the ladder. “Well that’s nothing to ashamed of. Some people just don’t fit.” He quickly said after an extended period of time that felt longer than it should have and he reached the top and began moving books around to shelve the one in his hand.

“You’re not...going to judge me?” Logan seemed surprised.

“Well no. Who you choose to love is not up to me, and it’s not like I have anything against gays or bisexuals or any of the LGBTQ community. I myself am apart of it.” Jeremy reassured him and started climbing down slowly. The ladder rings dug into his worn shoes and hit against his old socks, further sinking into the bottom of his feet.

“Fascinating.” Logan muttered. Jeremy pretended not to hear and as silence once again claimed the room the sun began to send a orange glow over the dark gray carpeted floors of the house of books. Jeremy looked up to see the tangerine and apricot that now spilled through the windows like a waterfall to a lake. 

Jeremy didn’t stop his descend though and his foot caught on a ring, but before he could notice he slipped and fell. All the way from the seventh level down to Earth and before he hit the ground something snapped and pain rocketed through his left leg as black crowded his vision. Nothing existed except the abyss.

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AAAAAAaaaaaand that’s Chapter 1. If this chapter gets some love or I get bored then I’ll check out getting a Chapter 2. 

Until next time my Foxlings! <3 <3 <3

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I’m an Intellectual Genius!!

Alrighty now~

As I hope you know my first ever post expressed some of my favorite fandoms. I’m currently in a Sanders Sides ‘phase’ as some would call it and I just went fishing in my old junk notebook piles and found one of my oldest au stories that I originally started on a different media platform and never really finished. I have at least 20 chapters of this stupid thing written and I can’t even finish one chapter of my actual original novel...what the heck brain. I’m really proud of it honestly and I’m considering publishing it here....I think I’m going to because even though I legit joined this platform TODAY I think some of you guys and gals and non-binary pals (that’s all Thomas Sanders don’t kill me) might enjoy it. My fellows down on my former favorite platform seemed to even though I wasn’t exactly what you would call popular via the social area, but who truly is.

Okay I’m rambling BUT I am extremely excited to introduce this to you guys. Later tonight or maybe sometime tomorrow I’ll try and get the first two or three chapters out.  

Good-bye my dear foxlings and have a wonderful day!

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This is literally just random...I don’t mean to be cursing it’s just random symbols. I’m bored...please help me.

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Why is this so complicated?!

HOW IN THE MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE DO I WRITE MOTHERLOVING TAGS?! Because my method isn’t working and I’m having a mental breakdown which I don’t think I should be but I am...please send help.

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Welcome Dear Foxlings

So I’m new here, but this is not my first media platform. I am a member of many fandoms and enjoy writing many kinds of stories and fanfics for those fandoms. The following list includes fandoms I enjoy writing about so just whenever you want to please send me a prompt to write about using the following fandoms.

~Sanders Sides~

~The Owl House~

~Harry Potter~

~Wings of Fire~

~Warrior Cats~

These are the ones I can name off the top of my head. Keep this post in mind because I’m pretty sure you can edit posts...I think...someone please tell me. ANYWAY I’ll be posting some more information on my interests and writing preferences later on and I ask you all to keep in mind that I do not judge anyone or anything. If i feel uncomfortable writing your prompt I will be sure to tell you and I am terribly sorry if this does occur. 

Have a wonderful day my dears!