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I’ve written you a fic about agere!Remus making a blanket fort with his family. Hope it’s alright!

in this, Remus age regresses (completely SFW), Logan uses they/him pronouns, Janus is hard of hearing, and Roman has chronic pain. 

Summary: they’re all just VIBIN DUDE. mild angsty theme of dark sides being sad that Virgil left in the past but they’re chilling all together now :)

roughly 2900 words

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Janus swore he usually had more blankets than this. He liked the weight of layers when he slept, so he normally had a lot of them. But he was staring at his bed with his hands on his hips, taking in just how unpadded it suddenly was. Even his favourite blanket – yellow, soft and weighted – was gone.

He rubbed his face, and listened as hard as he could.

Ah. There. He could just pick up the faint sound of giggling.

He had a suspicion, now. He strode out into the corridor, towards the stairs, when he caught sight of Logan in his room, facing a very similar conundrum.

You see, Logan was a person who was particular to a good pillow. He probably didn’t seem like the sort of person who would be, but they had a large variety of pillows, that they liked to swap in and out on his bed, or on the sofa, or so on and so forth. They had their pillows colour-coded by softness and density. A pillow for every occasion. A few in the shapes of animals, too, though those usually did not leave Logan’s room even in the direst of circumstances.

Logan was very attached to their pillows. So it was particularly obvious when some were missing. Like… say, right now.

  Janus paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame and smiling as Logan scratched their head and sighed. “Let me guess,” he called, making Logan jump. “Missing comfort items?”

   “Maybe,” Logan smiled, rolling his shoulders and raising an eyebrow at Janus. “Any ideas?”

They heard another bout of laughter, and Janus snorted as Logan’s face fell into an understanding expression, and he started to nod.

   “Yes, that’d do it,” Logan mused, and they paused together at the top of the stairs to see.

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