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lily-janus · 25 days ago

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Being Needed

Order up for @kieraelieson for the Sleepy Bean Fanfic Cafe' event on @tsspromptmonth who wanted, Canonverse Logan/Virgil. A soft hurt/comfort sick fic. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Logan helps Virgil and Thomas... and maybe himself too

Characters: Logan, Virgil and Thomas

Relationships: platonic Analogical

Word count: 902

Trigger warnings: anxiety attack, low self esteem, sickness, food mention, let me know if I missed anything!

"Thomas? Are you listening?” Logan tried his best to keep his voice its usual neutral tone, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Due to Thomas’ ADHD, Logan got used to him spacing out at times during their scheduling conversations. Today it seems to happen more frequently, though, so much so that Logan doubts he even listened from the beginning.

…Thomas still didn’t respond to his question, and when Logan looked at him closely he noticed that his eyes seemed unfocused. He raised his hand in front of Thomas’ face and snapped his fingers in hopes of shaking him back to reality.

It seemed to work as Thomas flinched and finally looked at Logan with a new focus. Frowning, Logan asked, “are you well, Thomas? Should I check on the others?”

“I ah…” Thomas struggled to speak, his breathing heavy for some reason, his forehead sweating a little, it almost looked like…

“Thomas, are you having an anxiety attack? I remember you researching signs of silent anxiety attacks, you seem to be showing most of those symptoms.” Logan said urgently, becoming more and more worried.

Thomas gripped his chest, right above his heart, and simply nodded “check… Virgil…” Thomas managed to say between labored breaths, closing his eyes and feeling the wall next to him with his hand, trying to ground himself.

As much as Logan didn’t want to leave Thomas like this, he knew he was right, Virgil was probably the core of this problem so the best way to help Thomas at the moment is to help Virgil.

Nodding, Logan sank down and sank up in the mindscape, heading straight to Virgil’s room and knocking on his door, loud enough to be heard but, hopefully, not too loud that it’ll startle him.

“Come in…” he heard a weak, hoarse voice calling from the inside, making his worries increase.

He closed the door behind him as he went in towards Virgil’s bed, seeing him crawled out in a ball on it, whimpering quietly.

“Virgil? What’s wrong?” He asked softly as he bent near the bed.

“I don’t know!” Virgil wailed, gripping his spider plushy tighter, “I just woke up today and… everything hurts Logan… I think I might be sick” he let out a cough as if to emphasize his statement.

“May I check your temperature?" He asked calmly, knowing how Virgil feels about physical touch at times.

Virgil nodded weakly and Logan gently placed his hand on his sweaty forehead. “As I suspected, your temperature is definitely higher than is recommended. You are indeed sick, which would explain Thomas’ state.”

Virgil turned to his side to look at Logan at that statement, “am I… hurting him again?” His voice is so weak and he sounds close to tears.

Logan shook his head, “no Virgil, anxiety would always be a struggle, that is something that no one, especially not you, can control. It would make sense that the worse you feel the stronger Thomas’ anxiety becomes, but that is something you can’t help. Best you can do is give yourself time to heal.”

Virgil still looked guilty but he nodded, “I’ll just rest today then… I don’t wanna bother you or the others, this’ll-” he sneezed, “pass” he finished.

Logan shook his head, reaching for a tissue box next to Virgil’s bed and handing him one. “It’ll pass quicker with help.” He pointed out, “and I would hope that, by now, you know that your needs, or anyone else’s, are not a bother.”

Virgil didn’t respond, simply blew his nose and threw the tissue in the bin beside his bed. But he didn’t object to Logan helping either.

Logan got up, “I’m going to make you breakfast and tea as I’m assuming you haven’t eaten today yet.”

Virgil shook his head, “just tea… not hungry.”

“Hungry or not, your body needs energy in order to heal properly, I’ll return shortly.”

Virgil grumbled but didn't protest farther, so Logan left to do as he said.

As the food was cooking, Logan sank up to check on Thomas, finding him on the couch, doom scrolling on his phone.

“Thomas?” He asked gently, though the question still startled Thomas as he jumped, almost dropping his phone.

“Oh… Logan… How's Virgil?” He asked when he calmed down a little.

“He appeared to be sick, I’m helping him recover, distraction is not a bad coping mechanism but please do try some grounding and breathing exercises as well.” He was about to sink back to the mindscape when Thomas grabbed his arm.

“Thank you…” he smiled weakly at him.

“Oh um… of course, Thomas, it’s my job to make sure you are functioning properly.” Logan quickly recovered from his intial surprise.

“I know, I appreciate that.” Thomas squeezed Logan’s arm with another smile, looking relieved, then let go and closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly.

As Logan rose back up in the mindscape and finished preparing Virgil’s food and tea, he felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest.

That same warmth increased when Virgil thanked him for the food and… for being there for him, shaking his head fondly after Logan pointed out it was part of his job.

It felt… good to be needed again, he didn’t realize just how much he missed that feeling. As he watched Virgil eat, he allowed himself a tiny, genuine, smile. He can still be useful after all…

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sickfic #sanders sides fanfiction #tw anxiety attack #cw: food #cw sickness #tw low self esteem #platonic analogical

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turquoise-stones · 5 years ago

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Cinnamon Coffee

Shinsou x fem!reader

A/N: hey ya’ll I’m looking for shinsou fanfic inspiration, so if ya’ll have something you want to see dm me (no lemons plz). I wrote this a year and a half ago and there hasn’t been a shinsou fic since so... long overdue

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Shinsou often blanked out most of the daily coming and goings of his day. After all, his daily routine was rather simple. Going out for coffee in the morning, going to class, going for a jog, then returning home to his beautiful... cats.

The hero in Shinsou's story was coffee. His endless sleep deprivation was especially apparent in the morning, and his wake up cup was the only way to look semi-alive. But how does a broke high schooler afford to buy coffee every morning?

With that in mind, he came to the realization that his true hero was the girl who he saw pretty much every morning. She seemed to be his age, and was the daughter of the owner of a cute little coffee shop called Red Bean Cafe, which served pastries and coffee at a jaw-droppingly affordable price. Not only that, but the customers all seemed to adore her.

Shinsou would specifically take a detour away from school to grab a deliciously simple cup of black brew from that cute barista. She made it best, regardless of the price. But as much as he wanted to get to know her better, he always had to hustle to class.

The familiar tinkling chimes greeted his ears as he walked into Red Bean one normal morning. The sun was just starting to peek out from behind the clouds, casting the small shop in a tranquil, golden glow. It was moments like these that Shinsou tried to remember, and not take for granted in his busy day.

There were just a couple sleepy looking people sitting in the cozy booths. The barista, (y/n), as her nametag said, was quietly frosting cookies at the counter.

There was something magical in the way she looked, cast in that gentle light. Her hair swayed slowly around her face as she moved, hands expertly squeezing swirls of frosting onto cookies. The cute way she leaned back to take a sip of coffee before pushing her glasses up and returning to her work caused warm fuzzies to emerge in Shinsou's heart.

As she noticed him come in, a cheery smile bloomed on her face, and she waved sweetly at him. He greeted her with a small smile as well. It warmed him up inside to know that she recognized and was happy to see him.

As he neared the counter, she set her frosting down and whisked away into the kitchen, quickly coming out with the signature takeout cup. She had a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Before he even opened his mouth, she gracefully slipped the coffee across the counter to him.

"House blend, no sugar, no milk." She had a playful smile on her face, voice still quiet as to not disturb the other patrons. His wide eyes turned into a soft chuckle as he paid.

"Thank you..." He really had grown quite fond of her. Not just because she supplied him with his morning dose of energy, but for some unknown reason, he had started looking forward to just seeing her in the mornings. Maybe it was the adorable way her melodic voice would tinkle when she called his name out for coffee pickup, or maybe the way she smiled so purely to greet him as if she was as happy to see him as he was for her.

Yes, he found himself entranced by that girl. And judging by the way her eyes sparkled as she talked to him, he was sure that his feelings were reciprocated.

With a satisfied smile on his face, he took the warm cup in his hands and said a thank you before turning around to continue his walk to school.

"Ah, please wait a moment sir..." Her quiet voice came. He noticed the cute way she called him sir, even though they were practically the same age.

"Hmm?" He turned around, letting his sleepy eyes return to her. Her hair fell over her eyes as she fiddled with the ends of her apron.

She seemed to regret her spontaneous outburst for a second, before she fumbled with a rather large cream topped cookie and stuck it out to him with an embarrassed look on her face.

"I-it's on the house. I hope you like cinnamon." She stuttered, blushing slightly, looking down. Little did he know, she knew exactly who he was, he was in the Sports Festival after all. His handsome features had instantly drawn her in, and his determined personality and straightforward words kept her hooked.

But she knew that it was rather weird to just tell a stranger that you knew them, but she did want to get to know the mysterious purple haired boy. Thus, an offering of a cookie. Shinsou let out a tired chuckle and took it from her trembling hand.

"I love cinnamon. Thank you very much." He reached out, purposefully brushing his fingers against hers for a second before accepting her gift. With a parting smile at her flustered form, he left the cafe. God, she was just too cute.

. . .

Since that day, Shinsou had wanted to make the sweet barista a part of his daily routine as well, not just her coffee. But he found himself unable to stay and chat with her because she had other orders to fulfill. He noticed with a smug sense of pride, that she never gave anyone else an extra cookie.

So one day, he dragged his sleep-deprived body out of bed early enough actually spend time in Red Bean, instead of just grabbing a cup and beelining out.

The familiar bells tinkled as he pushed the door open for the hundredth time. She waved energetically from behind the counter, frosting cookies before rush hour.

"Good morning sir! You're so early today!" Shinsou had once decided to ask her to call him by his name, but he enjoyed being called sir a little more than he should of. Little did he know, (y/n) was just avoiding the fact that she had mildly cyberstalked him.

It was another beautiful sunrise lit morning, and not a single person was in the shop. The cafe looked straight out of a fairytale, and the center of attention: she and her cheery presence fit in perfectly. He glanced at his clock, it was barely past six.

With a small wave, she slipped into the back, he assumed to grab his prepared cup of house blend, and wrap up a cookie for him. He never ordered one, but she always gave him a yummy pastry. He thought they were so tasty anyway that he didn't have the willpower to say no.

But he didn't like the fact that he took cookies for free (even though she wrapped one up every day without hesitation), so he always made it a point to pay in the form of a tip, a caring fact about him that she quickly noticed.

Silently, the perfect amount of money was given, and the coffee was passed over. He hesitated a moment, not really knowing if he should talk to her here, and opted to simply settle down in a cushy chair.

He munched on the flavorful cookie, aimlessly looking at her bustling figure, frosting-coated fingers brushing a speck of sugar off her nose.

She noticed his gaze with a small smile, noticing that he was actually sitting down, before making the decision to put off cookie making for a moment, and joined him instead.

With a quiet huff, she plopped down in the seat across from him, giving him a nervous smile. He tilted his head to the side, taking another bite, watching her settle in and sip some coffee of her own. There was a comfortable quiet in the air as if they were old friends having a day out, instead of strangers. Today, it seemed as if the cafe was for the two of them and the two of them only.

"Try the coffee out... I put a little extra something in it." She chimed quietly, soft voice blending in effortlessly with the dreamlike quality of the room.

He raised an eyebrow over his raised cup, before cautiously taking a sip. The dark, rich, familiar flavor of the mysterious Red Bean house blend washed over him before a deliciously sweet spice snuck in on him in the end.

"Mm... you put cinnamon in it." He mused, before taking another long sip, savoring the new flavor. It was quite a tasty change from his daily routine.

He thought she looked so adorable, with her chin in her hands and elbows on the table, leaning toward him slightly to get a good look at his reaction.

"What do you think?" She asked with a slight smile on her expectant looking face.

Looking at her doe eyes, he smirked slightly, a naughty idea crossing his mind. He set the coffee down, leaning in closer to her until he was inches away from her face.

She flushed, with a wordless stutter, confused at his sudden proximity. But she didn't pull away, opting to stare at his glimmering eyes instead.

"If you want to know so bad... why don't I let you try some?" He murmured, before pressing his lips against hers.

He didn't see her eyes widen in surprise, as his were closed to enjoy the moment. She felt his mildly chapped lips tint hers with the bitter touch of coffee, before a sweet taste of cinnamon. She hesitantly moved her lips against his, liking the feeling of having him so close. All too soon, he pulled away, leaving her dazed.

"What do you think?" He rasped quietly, looking with satisfaction at the trance-like expression on her face.

"I- er... uh... good? I-It was really sweet..." she sputtered.

He raised his eyebrows at her in amusement.

"S-shinsou... don't look at me like that..." She chattered, her burning embarrassment scattering her thoughts. While she considered the purple haired patron extremely attractive, she never thought that he would ever kiss her.

"Oh, so you do know my name." He stated smoothly, leaning back with a smirk.

She hid your face in her hands, cheeks burning as she realized her slip up.

"I-I... well, you're kinda f-famous! A-and... I write it on your coffee! And yeah!" She sputtered, shaking her head and rocking slightly in her seat.

"I like the way you say my name... I think I even prefer it over 'sir'..." He took another quick sip of coffee, causing another firework of red blaze to erupt over her face. After a moment of silence, she spoke again.

"W-why did you kiss me?" She mumbled out. "That was my first kiss..."

He quirked up an eyebrow, feeling a little guilty. But he couldn't have helped himself.

"I was your first kiss? Sorry I didn't ask... but I'm glad I took it before someone else did." He smirked, after realizing that she wasn't really angry. He leaned an elbow against the table, resting his cheek on it, playfully looking at her.

She looked down slightly in embarrassment, twiddling with the ends of her hair. She shifted a bit, before brushing her hair back and looking up.

"Well... now what?" She fidgeted awkwardly. Shinsou leaned forward, smoothly lifting a pen out of her breast pocket. His proximity to... that area caused her to blaze a blush that outshone the sun.

He scribbled his number down on a napkin before sliding it over to her.

"Call me and maybe I'll answer that question." He smiled smugly. (Y/n) nearly fainted at how smooth this boy was being.

Just then, a tired looking patron walked into the shop, looking around for the missing cashier. Sending Shinsou a final flustered glance, she snatched up the tissue and scampered away to the cash register.

With a satisfied look on his face, he scooped up the remnants of his food, before slipping out the door.

Taking a sip of his delicious drink, he decided that this adorable little cinnamon roll of a girl would definitely become a part of his daily routine.

#hitoshi x reader #shinsou #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha x reader #reader insert #mha x reader #mha #mha hitoshi #bnha fluff #fluff

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tsspromptmonth · 2 months ago

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I'd like to order a cold brew with heavy cream, starfruit/cherry/cranberry syrups and chocolate shavings + Crushed animal cookies to top!

(winged au with fluff, Janus/Roman/Virgil, with mutual pining and animal traits)

All comments from What You Can Stand (again (it's actually right this time))

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tsspromptmonth · 3 months ago

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lily-janus · 16 days ago

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The Job Is Never Done

Order up! For @icycove ! For the Sleepy Bean Fanfic Cafe' event on @tsspromptmonth , who wanted, human AU fic with protective single dad!Janus and kid sides~ 3-5 kiddos of the writer’s choice! Any mix of ages. Just him keeping them safe from harm/danger in any context/setting (Author’s discretion if the other non-kid sides are present!). Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Janus is a retired hero who thought he was done saving people, spoiler alert: he was wrong.

Characters: Janus, Logan, Remus, kid!Virgil, kid!Patton

Word count: 1,839

Trigger warnings: fighting, explosion, fire, Remus is a bad guy, mild Remus innuendo like really mild for him, mild cursing, let me know if I missed any^^

Janus enjoyed retirement. Don’t get him wrong, he loved being a hero and using his powers to defend those without, but he had trust in the new heroes and he himself had gotten tired of the constant fighting and stress that came with the job. He’s done enough for the public, now he can enjoy a quiet life for himself… Or so he thought.

His phone rang urgently… not his personal phone, his work phone, used in hero-work related emergencies, the hero agency knew not to call him up unless there was no other choice.

suppressing a sigh, he pushed a button on the phone, indicating he received the call and was on his way and quickly blurred his features with his powers as he went to the main hero agency headquarters.

It was chaos.

People running around in all directions, yelling orders or questions all around, no one even seemed to notice that Janus had arrived. Which was disappointing since Janus did kinda miss making an entrance as a famous hero, but no such luck today.

He finally spotted Logan, the head of the agency and the most likely to not freak out in a midst of a crisis, and navigated through the chaos to get to him.

“What’s going on?” Janus asked Logan, matching his fast, yet controlled, pace.

“Serpent! You’re here, good, I apologize for interrupting your well earned retirement but I trust you understand this must be urgent.” Logan said, voice as neutral as ever.

Janus nodded, waiting for Logan to continue. “There’s been a jail breakout… From Dark-Side.”

Janus stopped in place, “...The Duke?” He asked, fearing the answer, Logan nodded and Janus cursed in response.

“It took me years to catch him! How did this happen?” Janus asked, trying to stay calm.

“We don’t know yet, but right now we have employed every registered hero to help bring the prisoners back in, seeing as you’re the one who brought in a lot of these villains in the first place, it seemed necessary to call you for help.”

Janus nodded, now understanding the situation, “where do you need me?”

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“Well looky here who’s slithering back from retirement, finally got bored, old man? Missed the action? Missed me?” The Duke smirked at him.

Janus rolled his eyes, “you wish, I’m just here to clean up your mess… as always, so why don’t you save us both some time and surrender? We both know how this is going to end anyway.” He smirked back, refusing to let his fatigue show, he’s been running around all throughout the country, fighting villains, familiar and new ones alike, helping where he can, The Duke was the last one left.

“Playtime’s over, Duke, time for a nice, long nap back in prison” Janus said, sending a fist of energy towards his stomach that The Duke stopped with his tentacles.

“Not yet, Daddy,” he licked his fangs theatrically, “still got some tricks to show you!”

Janus smirked, he wanted Duke to block his attack, now he was open in the back for another hero to strike him and, hopefully, immobilize him without his tentacles interfering.

He saw the other hero preparing to attack the villain from behind, but they both froze when they heard an explosion, followed by screams… children screams.

He looked back at The Duke for a moment, debating on what to do, he was smiling knowingly at him… he planned this… Damn him!

“Catching me or saving innocent kids, hero? What’s it gonna be?” And with that, he turned away and started running.

cursing, Janus ran in the other direction, towards the explosion, the hero he was working with close behind.

“I’m sorry, Serpent… I wasn’t sure what to do-”

“It’s fine, let’s just save those kids and report back to the agency.” The hero nodded and they split off again as they reached an exploded building about to collapse… No, not just a building, an orphanage.

There was a fire inside from the explosion and the screams were coming from inside it. “Clear out the street, I’ll go inside and rescue whoever I can.” He said to his and the hero’s communication device.

“Got it, be careful.” The hero’s voice came through in response.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he surrounded his body with an energy outline that would protect him from the flames, and rushed inside the burning building.

He looked in every room, trying his hardest to keep his focus on his energy shield while doing so, fortunately he had a lot of practice with this particular shield trick seeing as it was very useful in battles. He finally found a group of frightened kids, coughing violently from the smoke and looking with terror at the ever approaching flames.

He manifested an energy surface beneath them, breaking the outside wall with an energy fist and slowly, and carefully sending the kids hovering in the air and slowly lowered them to the safe ground.

That done, he made sure there wasn’t anyone else in the building, before getting out himself just a moment before the building finally collapsed, luckley the streets were cleared so no bystander got hurt.

Janus was a second away from collapsing himself… he was done for the day.

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The following day, Janus went to the hospital to check on the orphans he rescued, as he waited, he was surprised to see Logan approach him, rather than a doctor.

“Logan? Why are you here? Were any heroes injured?” Though, if that were true, they would probably be at a special hospital for super powered individuals, not here.

Logan looked uncharacteristically hesitant, before shaking his head and just gesturing for Janus to follow him, “it’ll be easier to show you.” he said.

Anxiety rising, Janus followed, he worried something happened to one of the kids… but then what does this have to do with Logan and the hero agency?

As they got closer to the room, the air started feeling strangely cold, like winter weather but inside… then he saw… Purple lightning? He looked curiously at Logan who just nodded, he didn’t imagine it then.

Inside the room was a storm… literally, storm clouds gathered over the ceiling, flashing with purple lightning, thunder following soon after.

On the patient bed stood a boy, not over 10, face angry yet determined, a younger kid cowering behind him.

“No one touches my brother!” Yelled the older boy, purple lighting emphasising his words. The doctor and nurse standing helplessly to the side.

Janus understood now, this wasn’t a normal orphan, it was a super powered orphan… Just like Janus was, and it’s possible the younger brother was one too.

“Can you aid in calming him down? He won’t listen to anyone and we can’t get close enough.” Logan asked pleadingly.

Janus nodded, approaching the child slowly, making eye contact with him and putting his hands up in surrender. He put his energy shield around himself and didn’t flinch when lightning tried to hit him, his energy shield deflecting it instantly.

The storm calmed down a bit as the boy noticed his softly glowing, yellow shield and looked at him curiously.

“Yeah” Janus smiled softly when he reached the bed, “I have powers too, like you do, I can create and manipulate energy. What about you? Can you do anything other than creating storms?”

The boy regarded him cautiously, shooting a glance at his brother.

“I’m not gonna hurt you or your brother, I’m a hero, I’m the one who rescued you, remember? You probably don’t recognize me without my super suit, though.” Janus said calmly. “What’s your name?” He persisted.

There was a moment of silence as the boy regarded him, then the storm dissipated, “I’m Virgil… This is my brother, Patton… I don’t know what my powers are… this is the first time I did this…” The boy, Virgil, said quietly, not meeting Janus’ eyes.

Janus nodded, powers usually start manifesting around the age of 10, for some even later. “Nice to meet you, Virgil, I understand this is scary for you but the doctors need to check you and your brother are healthy, it’s for your own good… Will you let them do their job?”

“...Could you stay?” Virgil asked, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

The question took Janus by surprise, but he smiled warmly and nodded, “I’ll stay.”

The doctor was finally allowed to get close to Virgil and Patton and he did all their necessary check ups, Janus sitting next to the bed the entire time.

When the doctor finished, Logan called Janus outside and he excused himself, promising Virgil he’ll be back.

“Janus,” he started, using his real name since he was out of costume, “those kids can’t go back to the orphanage, they need constant professional supervision.” He stated and Janus nodded in agreement. Logan took a deep breath, “would you adopt them?”

Janus stared at Logan in shock for a long moment, did Logan really just ask that?

“Very funny, Logan, you do have a sense of humor after all!” He smiled awkwardly, but Logan didn’t join in. “C’mon! You can’t be serious!”

“I’m always serious.” He said calmly, gesturing for his necktie as if it were proof.

“You want me to raise two innocent, super powered orphans? Me?” He repeated, still not believing this was happening.

“Yes, you have powers that can be used to protect you or the kids which would help as they learn to control their powers, you’re an experienced and trustworthy hero, you started off as an orphan as well, I can think of no better person for the job.” Logan explained calmly.

“B-but… what about The Duke? He’s still out there! He’ll be after me! It can put the kids at risk!” He scrambled for reasons against Logan’s proposal, he’ll be a terrible father he just knows it… it’s too much of a responsibility.

“The agency and the heroes can deal with The Duke, and, even if he comes after you, I know you’re more than capable of protecting the kids, more than any of the newer heroes or anyone from the agency. I honestly can’t think of a better option.”

Damn Logan and his logical arguments!

“...You don’t have to, of course, it’s your choice, you more than earned a quiet retirement without taking care of anyone but yourself.” Logan said with a small, genuine smile.

Janus was ready to refuse, but then he glanced at Virgil’s frightened form on the bed through the window, and suddenly he couldn’t bear the thought of giving him to someone else without knowing how he and his brother are doing… how had he grown attached to these kids so quickly?

They remind you of yourself…

Janus sighed, damn his soft heart… “I’ll do it.” He said eventually.

Logan looked relieved, “thank you, the agency will support you with any financial aid you might need, and a secure location all three of you can live in comfortably.”

Janus nodded, wondering what he just got himself into…

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #janus sanders #logan sanders #kid!virgil #kid!patton #remus sanders #remus is a bad guy #tw explosion #tw fire #cw mild cursing #cw mild innuendo #tw fighting #superheros #superhero au

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lily-janus · 1 month ago

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The Art Of Letting Go

my first order for The Sleepy Bean Fanfic Cafe' on @tsspromptmonth this is for @edupunkn00b who wanted, a time travel AU with only one bed, time loops and any characters as long as we've got Logan in there. Hope you like it!

summary: Janus struggles with letting go of his husband Characters: Logan, Janus, a little bit of Virgil Relationships: romantic Loceit Word count: 1,506 Trigger warnings: car crash/car accident, death, grief, lots of angst, let me know if I missed anything.

Janus opened his eyes slowly, blinking as he got used to the light streaming from the window. Yesterday’s events returned to his mind slowly…

There was a car accident and... Logan is dead… his husband is dead…

That can't be true… it couldn’t be true.

There was a knock on the door and Janus called the person in as he grappled with the reality of things. Logan was- standing in front of him?

Janus stared at the person standing next to the foot of his bed, Logan… and did he look younger?

Logan let out a sigh, “I know I'm the last person you want to see right now… but you haven't been to school for three days now, I had to check on you”

Three days? School? This felt familiar, a memory? A dream?

“I'm sorry about what I said, I know we always fight but I shouldn't have gone as far as I did” Logan stood there awkwardly, waiting for Janus to respond.

Janus then remembered this, during high school, Logan and him always fought, always trying to best one another... one fight went different though, Logan seemed more on edge and snapped at Janus harshly.

Rather conveniently, Janus got sick right after and didn't show up to school the next day, Logan felt guilty and came to Janus' house to apologize... that was the first time they really talked with each other.

The first step on the road that will eventually lead to them falling in love and getting married.

How is he back here? Was he dreaming? He pinched himself as hard as he could... and nothing happened. Odd.

"Janus?" Logan's voice snapped him back to the present... well the past that's apparently his present again?

Janus smiled, young Logan looked so cute and adoringly awkward, surely it couldn't hurt to stay here a while before trying to figure out what's happening, right?

Logan blushed, "what? You only smile at me when you're laughing at me, I don't think I did anything that can be mocked-"

"You actually think I didn't come to school for 3 days, because of our little fight? Oh honey, give me some credit, I know I can be petty but even I have a limit." He smirked.

Logan looked confused, adorable, "why else would you-"

"I'm sick, Pointdexter, as shocking as it may seem, not everything is about you." Janus teased, knowing full well how selfless Logan tends to be.

He cleared his throat, embarrassed, "ah... I see, I shall leave you to recover then." He went to leave and Janus hesitated for a second.

"...I could use company though."

Logan stopped and turned around, frowning, "my company? You really are sick."

Janus chuckled, "indeed I am, I might not make it, would you deny a dying man's wish?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "you're not dying, Janus, but if you truly want me here... I guess I don't mind."

They spent the rest of the day together, talking, drinking tea, reading next to each other.

This was perfect, Janus almost never wanted it to end as he went back to sleep.

He woke up the next day, blinking against the light and hearing a soft knock on his door.

Logan walked in, why was he still so awkward? They spent all of yesterday together...

Logan let out a sigh, “I know I'm the last person you want to see right now… but you haven't been to school for three days now, I had to check on you”

What? That was exactly what he said yesterday...

"Logan? We already talked about this-"

"I know I said some awful things... I crossed the line, I didn't mean to go so far." Logan continued, as if he didn't hear Janus.

"Logan? I'm sick, remember? We spent all of yestarday together?"

"Ah... I see, I shall leave you to recover then." He said, as if only hearing the first part.

Something was wrong here wasn't it? They just had this exact conversation... or did they? Logan doesn't seem to remember and his memory is flawless...

Janus shrugged off the weird feeling, asking Logan to stay again, and they spent another perfect day together.

Except... the same thing happened the next day, and the day after that... what was happening?

"Logan, what's happening?" Janus tried to ask when the day started the same for the 6th time.

"Oh dear, are you sick? Is that why you didn't come to school? ...well that's embarrassing... guess I should leave then..."

Janus was starting to freak out now, "I'll come with you!" He jumped out of bed, grabbing Logan's hand and dragging him outside.

The moment he opened the front door, however, he woke up in his bed again, Logan knocking softly on the door to his room.

This can't be happening... was he trapped? For how long?

...does it matter?

Logan is right here... why would he want out? What does life have to offer him without-

He shoved the thought away, knowing it'll lead to pain. No, even if he was trapped, he didn't want to leave... he's not ready to let him go... he just can't...

"Come in" he called his future husband in, he can stay here forever...

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Logan felt... stuck, and he couldn't place why. He just came to Janus' house to apologize, they may not like each other but he never meant to hurt him.

But... didn't he do that already? He looked at the date, no he definitely wasn't here yesterday, he was sure of it.

The strange Deja-vu feeling persisted, however, despite all the facts pointing at it being the first time he came here.

He was walking to Janus' house to apologize, he never meant to hurt him despite their differences. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of something being extremely wrong.

All the facts checked out, however, so he couldn't fathom what could be wrong...

He was walking to Janus' house to... to apologize...

Why could he hear a car crash?

...he never liked Janus much but he never intended to hurt him...

Distant ambulance sirens

...he- he needs to apologize to set things right...

Pain... he could feel pain everywhere...

"Come in!" Janus called from inside and Logan walked in. He looked at Janus and began apologizing.

Janus' face, struck with grief and shock...

...he's... he's not supposed to be here, does he?

"Janus? ...where are we?"

Janus froze, turning slowly to look at Logan, "...at my house of course, you came to check on me and-"

"Janus." He cut him off firmly but gently, "you know that's not what I meant... I'm... I'm gone, aren't I? in the process at least."

"You don't have to be...! You... WE could stay here... for... for as long as we want!" Janus grabbed his hands firmly, as if fearing he'll slip away.

Logan smiled softly as his husband, shaking his head, "you know this is wrong, Jan... you have to let me go."

Janus shook his head frantically, "no... no, no, no! I can't... I'm not strong enough... please I.. let's just stay... please!" He buried his face in Logan's chest, clinging to him desperately.

Logan brushed his hand over his husband's hair gently, "have I ever told you when was the first time I realized my feelings for you?"

Janus shook his head without looking up, crying, his tears staining Logan's shirt.

"We were on our way to meet our friends for a vacation, there was a storm and my car broke down, we had to walk in the rain for the nearest motel and, of course, the only room available there had only one bed. I would have offered to sleep on the floor but it was cold so we had to sleep together to keep each other from freezing."

"I remember that, the next morning I told you"

"Don't get used to it" they said in unison, then chuckled, Janus finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"That morning I realized... I liked waking up next to you." Logan said, "you'll always have these memories, Jan, and our friends will help you. You'll get through this, I know you will. I love you."

"I love you too... so much... I don't know what I'll do without you.." Janus said.

Logan felt himself slipping away and smiled, "you'll figure it out, you were always the smartest of us two." And with that, he disappeared forever, his consciousness finally letting go.

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Janus watched his husband disappear, and his surroundings soon after.

Next thing he knew, he was in his room... their room, blinking away tears. A knock came from his door and a tiny part of him still hoped it was Logan.

But, of course if wasn't, Virgil walked in instead.

"Hey... you've been hold up in your room since the funeral... how you holding up?"

Janus broke down, tears streaming down his face as Virgil went to hug him tight, "I've been better..."

But he'll get through it... he has to, he promised Logan.

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