#cg patton

[krayonkiddos]

omg imagine patton being remus's caregiver i need to write this

patton finds out remus regresses when neither of them can sleep one night (remus because hes little and patton because idk maybe he had too many cookies before bed :P)

patton doesnt have the words for it but he can tell somethings off about remus. the things he says and the way he says them, its as if hes a child. luckily patton has many methods of getting a child to go to bed

omg i have to write this

[littlecloudprince]

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?

[agerestorybits]

nails and polish

Cg-patton

Agere-janus

Warning-nail biting

Janus didn't like his fingernails. There were brittle and would spilt or flake. They never stayed nice or at an even length because they kept catching on things and getting little rough edges that he hated the feel of. He wore gloves to prevent any damage to them. Mostly from himself as he got in the habit of biting and chewing on his nails when they got uneven in the hopes of fixing them without having to hunt down a nail file or clippers.

The issues with the gloves was they made using things like touch screens, tiny buttons and small toys frustrating. Tear inducing on a bad day and Janus was already having a bad day.

That was why he was in soft comfy clothing sitting with Patton on the floor surrounded by toys. Patton had to reassure Janus that he didn't mind taking care of him for awhile. "You've been stressed a lot lately, You need some relaxing time." Patton said as he clicked Lego pieces together. Janus did agree with that and so he focused on working on his Lego house he was making.

He had removed his gloves so he could pick up the pieces better. He was struggling a little bit but it was still fun.

Until one of his nails caught slightly on a piece. The previously smooth edge now had a small dent in it. He tried to ignore it before glancing over to see Patton was too busy to notice.

Maybe if he was quick. He brought his hand up to his mouth and started chewing on the rough edge.

"Janus." Patton said causing him to jump before tearing up from being startled. Patton was quick to pull him into a hug. "oh I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you. You just can't chew on your nails." Patton said gently taking Janus' hand away from his mouth.

"icky!" Janus said shaking his hands a bit, squirming as Patton grabbed a wipe to clean Janus' hand before grabbing the yellow gloves. "No! nononono! No oves!"

"You can't bite your nails slitter." Patton said waiting for Janus to calm before he put the gloves on.

"I be good! Prom-est!" Janus said with wide teary eyes. Patton couldn't say no to that.

"What if we found something else to cover your nails?" Patton asked.

"No oves?" Janus sniffled. Patton kissed Janus' forehead as he brushed away his tears.

"We'll try baby." He said relieved that Janus relaxed. He gave Janus his teether ring that look like a curled up snake. Something to bite while Patton filed smooth his nails.

Patton wished that Roman was here, he would be able to figure out how to cover Janus' nails without gloves. Patton looked around his room for something that might work and stopped when he noticed the small box of nail polishes. He hesitated, he didn't want Janus eating nail polish if it didn't work. Then again they could just try something else if it didn't work.

"You want painted nails Hisser?" Patton asked grabbing the box and opening it showing off a small pastel rainbow.

Janus' face lit up and he happily wiggled, "pink please!" he said pointing to the light pink. That wasn't the color Patton expected, mostly because the yellow was one of Janus' favorite shades.

Still he smiled and gently took Janus' hand so he could paint his nails. "Can't bite polish." Janus stated around the teether.

"That's right! Very smart!" Patton praised.

"You thought of it!" Janus said poking Patton with his free hand.

Patton laughed. "I did! We are both pretty smart then."

Janus made a happy squeak noise. He chewed harder on his teether as he watched his nail get covered in the soft pink color. He looked down at the half built legos. "I'm done playing."

"That's ok, you can't play with wet nails. Maybe we should watch something while they dry?" Patton suggested.

Janus nodded happy. Patton finished painting his nails and Janus watched as he cleaned up. "Can't help. Wet nails." Janus said giggling.

"Sassy snake." Patton said ruffling Janus' hair.

Janus looked at his painted nails. As soon as they were dry he felt the edges, coated in the polish they were smooth. Safe. He would need to paint his nails more.

[dannyisdone]

Day 7: Clowns

Roman replayed the conversation he had accidentally overhead in his mind, his regressed brain trYing to process it as best that he could.

“He’s such a clown.” Janus had said to Remus as soon as Patton left the room. Roman had started to follow after his Dad, but stopped just outside of the threshold when he heard Janus speak. Immediately he was on the defensive. His Dad was notta a Clown! He was silly sometimes, maybe even goofy-silly a lotta times. And he knew some magic tricks…

“Yeah, but he’s your clown.” Virgil had responded back.

“That he is. But don’t tell him that.” Janus said with a chuckle. Roman frowned. Was his Dad really a clown? And did he perform only for Janus?

Roman sat on the floor as he pondered the conundrum. A whole lot of minutes had passed since he’d started thinking about it, probably even more than 8, and that was so many minutes! And he still didn’t know! Was his Dad a clown?

Clowns were funny, and his Dad was funny. But clowns also wore makeup, and Patton didn’t do that very much. But they juggled sometimes! And Dad kinda knew how to juggle. And he knew how to fit a lotta stuff in a tiny car. Maybe Dad was a clown…?

But how could he prove it?! And how could he do it without Janus finding out? He didn’t think it was very fair that Janus got to keep Patton’s clownery all to himself. He wanted to see his Dad juggle and dance and OH! And his Dad’s shoes are MASSIVE. Of course his Dad was a clown! It all made sense now!

He was just missing one thing…

A honk!

All clowns honked. It was clown law, Roman was fairly certain. If he pinched his Dad’s nose, it would honk really loudly, and surely that would be such convicting evidence his Dad would have to admit it right on the spot! It was the perfect plan!

Roman stood up and hurried off towards the stairs, eager to know once and for all if his Dad was a clown! It was the question of the year! No, the decade! No!! the century! He’d wanted to know since forever and now he was for sure going to find out!

Roman found Patton standing outside his room chatting with Logan. Well, that was no good. If Logan heard Patton honk, he would definitely go tell everyone! Probably claim it was a science-tific discovery. Roman would have to be super clever to figure this one out.

“Dad!” Roman yelled, gaining the two’s attention. Patton smiled brightly at Roman, and that was only making him feel more and more confident that his Dad was a secret clown.

“What’s up, kiddo?” Patton asked. Roman bounced over, standing right behind Patton and setting his chin on his shoulder.

“Lolo, I saw Remus playing with one of your ruby cubes down stairs.” Roman feigned tattling. He knew the ruse wouldn’t last long, but he just needed Patton to himself long enough so he could test his honking abilities.

“My rubix cubes? That’s quite alright. I know he enjoys stimming, and so long as he’s taking care of them properly I don’t min--”

“He gots it in his mouth! He’s trying to solve it with his tongue, like dis!” Roman stuck his tongue and wiggled it a bit, but Logan immediately turned his gaze away.

“The visual presentation was unnecessary, Roman. But thank you for informing me. I’ll have to go talk to him. If he’s going to put something in his mouth, he needs to sanitize it first. Excuse me.”

Logan quickly left. Patton let him go with a wave, but turned slightly, maneuvering Roman off his shoulder and facing him.

“Is that all you wanted? My big brave prince protecting Logan’s possessions?” Patton teased, poling Roman in the tummy. He giggled and shook his head, before leaning in close towards Patton, lowering his voice.

“Do you have a secret, Dad? One that only Janus knows?” Roman asked. Maybe his Dad would just tell him. After all, Roman was an amazing secret keeper, the bestest in the world! And this was his DAD. Dads told their kiddos everything! Patton’s face turned a bit red.

“W-what are you talking about, buddy?” He asked. Roman rolled his eyes, wasn’t it obvious?

“You know! The secret! The thing you only do for Janus?”

Patton’s whole face went red and he looked away. Roman frowned. Why wouldn’t his Dad tell him? It wasn’t a big deal! He loved clowns! And he loved his Daddy!

“Honey, I don’t think I’m fully understanding what you’re talking about.” His Dad continued to deny it. Well, fine! Roman would just have to reveal it, and then he’d know and then his dad could show him all his jokes and tricks and stinky Janus wouldn’t get them all to himself anymore!

“This!” Roman declared, before reaching forward and pressing his finger down on Patton’s nose.

The two stood in silence, staring at each other.

Silence…

“Why didn’t it work?” Roman asked, beginning to tap Patton’s nose repeatedly.

“Roman, what in the world--”

Patton was interrupted by footsteps climbing up the stairs. Roman turned around and saw Logan and Janus standing behind him. Logan had his arms crossed. Uh oh…

“Would you care to repeat to Janus what you told me, Roman?” Logan asked. Roman felt his face burn with shame and he shook his head no, smartly not saying a word.

“Remus was taking a nap, no Rubix cubes to be found. Pray tell, little one, why did you lie?” Janus asked in his mean old caregiver voice that wasn’t actually mean but made Roman feel smaller and guilty. Tears pricked his eyes.

“I just wanna’d know wha’ Daddy does for you.” Roman whimpered. Janus’s eyebrow quirked up.

“What do you mean?” He asked. Roman opened his mouth to answer, but Patton was quick to intervene.

“I don’t know if that should be said out loud.” His Daddy said, his voice cracking a bit. Janus and Logan looked really confused, and now Roman felt very very very guilty.

“I love you Dada,” Roman wept, clinging to his Daddy tightly. “Even if you’re a clown. M’sorry! M’sorry I lied m’sorry!” Roman cried and cried. He didn’t want his Daddy to be ashamed of being a clown, he didn’t want everyone to be mad at him for telling a fib because he wasn’t trying to be mean he just wanted to know!

“What?” Everyone else said at the exact same time. Patton wrapped his arms around Roman and hugged him close.

“I know. I know it. I hearded Jana call you his clown. M’sorry!” Roman cried, burying his face in Patton’s neck. The room was quiet for a moment, before he felt his Daddy’s chest rumble with laughter.

“What?” He barked out with a laugh. Roman peeked out of his Daddy’s neck and looked over at Janus, his face burning.

“It was…In context it…I…” Janus was at a loss for words, which was pretty rare. Roman sniffled and looked back at Logan.

“Sorry for lyin’. Wanted t’see if Daddy would honk.” Roman explained, which elicited more laughter from Patton, and Roman caught Logan smile slightly. He wasn’t sure what he was saying that had everyone laughing so much…

“I know you’re sorry. Thank you for apologizing, and I forgive you.” Logan said, and Roman felt so so so much better. He would never ever ever lie again, not even to find secret clowns.

[pumpkinpatchpanics]

To keep the train going of “things Patton has made for tiny Remus” I present Octo pancake!!!

[little-fam-ily]

Build a Bear (Sanders Sides Agere Oneshot)

Read it on ao3

Rating: G

Word Count: 4,079

Characters: CG Logan and Patton, Agere Virgil

Pairings: Queerplatonic Analogical, platonic Analogicality

Warnings: Kink mention

Summary: In which Logan and Virgil take a trip to Build a Bear (brought to you by a Build a Bear employee).

Virgil’s eyes widened as he stared at the commercial on the TV. It was for Build a Bear, talking about how you can put different sounds in ‘your new furry friends’. He smiled around his pacifier. “Lolo!” He called to Logan, his caregiver.

Logan popped his head in from the kitchen, “What is it?” 

Virgil pointed to the TV. Logan was able to catch just the end of the ad. “Virgil, I don’t think-” He stopped himself as he looked at Virgil’s wide, pleading eyes. “Oh, oh Virgil, don’t,” He sighed, “You know what the puppy eyes do to me.”

Virgil just let out a whine. Logan looked at him sternly, “You know they’re very expensive, Virgil.”

He nodded, “I know…” He glanced away, cheeks red. Logan shook his head, thinking about it, “Well, it’s almost your birthday anyway, We’ll make a day of it.”

Virgil smiled wide, “Weally?”

Logan nodded, “Really really.”

Virgil jumped up and embraced him in a hug, squeezing tight, “T’ank you, Lolo!”

Soon the day came, and Virgil and Logan sat in the car, getting ready to go into the mall. Virgil was sucking his thumb, and Logan was looking at him with concern, “Do you think you can be big enough to pass?”

Virgil glanced at him, cheeks turning pink. He dragged his thumb out of his mouth, stopping at the tip where he could still bite down.

Logan sighed, “Better.” He paused before he spoke up again, “Virgil, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You don’t have to hide it if you don’t want to.”

Virgil whined, “I jus’, don’ wan’ people t’inking i’s kink.” He murmured around his thumb.

Logan nodded, “That’s understandable. But what we do is none of their business. I’m pretty sure the average person doesn’t care, and if they do, then they’re not a good person.”

Virgil glanced away. Logan let out a sympathetic breath, “Well, if you’re ready I’m ready.”

Virgil nodded. Logan stepped out of the car, then helped Virgil out of the car. They walked into the mall holding hands.

The line to Build a Bear was already a mile long. They got in, and Virgil was ancy with anticipation. The wait seemed like hours. Logan could tell he was getting impatient, so he squeezed his hand. They smiled at each other.

Finally they got to the door. They were greeted by a young woman with long brown hair and a wide smile. Her name tag read Valerie.

“Hey there! What brings you to the workshop today?” She smiled. Virgil panicked, looking to Logan for help.

“It’s his birthday next week, but I thought I’d take him early.” Logan turned to her. Her smile grew wider, “Wow, that’s great!” She got out a sharpie and a pack of stickers from her apron, “How old are you turning, sweetheart?”

Virgil took a deep breath, preparing himself to answer, “Twenty.”

“And your name?”

“V-” He started, but stopped himself, having to pause for another moment, “Virgil.”

She wrote everything down, tearing the sticker off and handing it to him, “And have you built a bear with us before?”

Logan and Virgil glanced at each other, then back to her, shaking their heads. 

Valerie kept her smile, “So to your left is the wall where we have our whole selection of bears to choose from. Once you pick your new friend you’ll head over to the sound station to pick any scents or sounds that you’d like. 

“Then you’ll come around over to that blue square where we’ll stuff your friend and perform the heart ceremony. After we get them stitched up you’ll go to the back wall to get their clothing and accessories, head to Station 4 to give them a name, and then you’ll be all ready to check out and take your new friend home!”

Virgil’s breathing became shallow. That was a lot to keep track of. Logan sensed his anxiety, squeezing his hand, “Ready to head on in?”

He looked at him, hesitantly nodding his head. Valerie opened the rope barrier and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

They stepped in, and Virgil was already overwhelmed by the large selection of stuffed animals. There were more than bears, there were rabbits and cats and monkeys and unicorns. There were themed bears too, like Frozen and Star Wars and Paw Patrol.

Virgil’s eyes scanned the wall, biting down on his thumb hard. Logan stepped up to him, “I know it’s a lot to think about, and there are a lot of steps, but I remember all of it, and I will be with you every step of the way.”

Virgil nodded, then his eyes widened as they settled on a fluffy brown bear with the Harry Potter logo printed on its back paw. He pointed to it, “Harry Potter bear.”

Logan smirked, “You want that one? We can put some Ravenclaw accessories on it.”

Virgil smiled wide, nodding. He grabbed the unstuffed pelt and felt the fur, holding it close to his chest.

Logan smiled at his little, then noticed the birthday sticker still in his hand. “Here, let me help you with that,” He took the sticker, peeled it off the back, and stuck it right on Virgil’s jacket, “There we go.”

Virgil smiled at him, leaning on his chest. They stayed like that for a bit, then a young man with an apron walked up to them with a smile, “Have we picked our new friend?”

Virgil looked at Logan, then at the man, who’s name tag read Terrence, nodding.

“Alright! Right this way,” Terrence beckoned them over to a white counter with computers on each end. He reached for Virgil’s bear, “Can I see him real quick?”

Virgil glanced at Logan, then hesitantly handed over the pelt. Terrence pulled a sharpie out of his apron and started writing on the tag, “I see your name is Virgil, is that right?”

Virgil nodded. Terrence put the sharpie away, “And I can also see it’s your birthday! Well, have a very happy birthday,” He smiled, then continued, “Now, we have some scents you can choose from. We have strawberry, birthday cake, cotton candy, and bubblegum.”

Both Virgil and Logan took some time smelling the scents. “Strawberry,” Virgil decided.

“Alright!” Terrence got out his sharpie and wrote some things down on the tag, then took an unopened scent packet, peeled a sticker off, then stuck the sticker on the tag. The scent was a plastic disk shaped like a bear head.

“Now we get to pick a sound we put in the paw of the bear right here.” He showed them the right paw, which had a little heart shaped patch on it.

Virgil smiled. This was the part he was the most excited for. 

Terrence moved to one of the computer monitors, “Here is the sound station, we have a huge selection of sounds to choose from. You can scroll up and down as well as side to side. There are generic animal sounds, themed sounds from movies and TV. I see you picked a Harry Potter bear, maybe you’d like a Harry Potter sound?”

Virgil thought about it, scrolling through the Harry Potter selection. He looked, but decided it would be best to just pick the theme from the movie.

He pressed the icon, jumping at the loud noise coming from the computer. Logan grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

“Alright, I’m just gonna scan his tag really quick.” Terrence moved the tag under the scanner. “Now you’re going to grab one of those chips,” He pointed to a hole in the counter which housed a bunch of plastic sound bytes shaped like bear heads. Virgil did as he was told, holding it tight.

“Place it right here,” He pointed to a little divot in the counter where the chip fit perfectly. Virgil set it right in. Then Terrence pressed the ‘buy’ button on the screen, which started loading. It only took a couple of seconds for the sound to be transferred to the chip.

“Great! Now press it to see if it works.” Terrence smiled. Virgil pressed it, holding it up to his ear. That was a bad idea, as he immediately had to move it away.

“Looks like it works!” Terrence chuckled, then took the chip and pushed it into the bear’s paw. “You’re all set! Once that group is done with their heart ceremony you’ll move right on up to that blue square where my friend Mr. Patton will get this little guy all stuffed up for yah.”

Logan and Virgil nodded. “Thank you,” Logan smiled, then turned towards the machine. Virgil tried to get a look at what was going on up ahead, but they were too far away to see or hear anything.

The wait seemed like forever, but soon it was their turn. The young man working the machine got up from his chair and turned towards them, “Alright folks, are we all good to go?”

Virgil smiled slightly as he noticed a shiny they/them pin on their apron. They had a mop of curly brown hair on their head, and circular glasses were perched on their freckled nose.

He looked at Logan, then nodded. Patton smiled, “Great! I’m gonna have you come around this way to that blue square over there.” They pointed to a large blue sticker on the floor next to the front counter. It had white paw prints on it.

They both stepped on the square, waiting to get started.

“See, the thing about this machine is that it needs energy to get it working, right?” Patton started as they put the pelt on the nozzle. “So that means you gotta either hop hop hop! Or clap clap clap! Or wiggle wiggle wiggle! To get the machine running. Do you think you can do that, kiddo?”

Virgil’s eyes widened as he blushed at the pet name. Yes, he did indeed want to clap clap clap, or hop hop hop, or wiggle wiggle wiggle, but he didn’t want to do it alone. He tugged on Logan’s sleeve. Logan blinked, “Oh, do I? Do I have to do it too?”

“If you want!” Patton smiled. Logan sighed, rolling his eyes, but nodded.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Patton exclaimed as they turned on the machine. Logan and Virgil started clapping, and Patton stepped on a pedal, moving the bear around the nozzle to get the stuffing in every limb, its chest, and its head.

“Alright! Great job kiddo!” Patton smiled as they took their foot off the pedal and the bear off the nozzle, checking it themself to see if it was the right softness.

“Now for the scent. Do you want it in the head or the belly?” They asked. Virgil bit down on his thumb. There were so many decisions to make! It was getting a bit much.

Logan sensed this, “We’ll do it in the belly.”

“Okay,” Patton smiled, taking the disc out of its plastic sleeve and slipping it into the bear through the hole in the back. 

“Now we get to choose a heart! There’s either a red satin heart or a checkered heart.” Patton picked up two felt hearts from two bins on the machine and held them up, “Which one would you like, kiddo?”

Virgil’s eyes flitted between the two. After a pause Patton spoke up, "I know, it's a hard decision to make."

After another moment Virgil decided on the red one, pointing to it. Patton smiled, "Alright!" They placed the heart to the side, then picked another heart up, this one big and plastic, "We also have a beating heart option! We put it in the chest of the bear, and when you press down on it, it beats like a heart!"

Virgil’s eyes widened. He looked at Logan with them, pouting his lip a little. Logan smiled at him, giving him a nod. Virgil turned back to Patton, nodding enthusiastically.

"Okay!" Patton smiled, taking a heart, peeling the sticker off, and putting the sticker on the tag. They then placed the heart right in the front of the bear’s chest where a human’s heart would be.

“Now,” Patton said as they got up from their chair and took the now stuffed bear and the heart to the counter Logan and Virgil were standing next to. 

“We are going to perform what is called the ‘squish test’. Which means you take your new friend and you give him the biggest hug that you possibly can!” They wrapped their arms around themself, “To see if he’s either as soft or firm enough as you want.”

They turned to Logan, “And if he’s too firm we can always take stuffing out, and if he’s too soft we can always put stuffing in.”

Logan nodded, then turned to Virgil, “Do you want to give him a hug?”

Virgil nodded, walking up to where the bear was sitting and grabbing it, feeling its arms, legs, chest, and head. He then embraced it in his arms, holding it as tight as he could. He smiled as he felt the pulsing of the heartbeat.

“Is he good?” Patton asked. Virgil turned to him, nodding. 

“Perfect!” They smiled, “If you would put your friend back on the hug station, we are going to perform the Heart Ceremony,” They put emphasis on the last two words, “The most important step in this entire process! You’re going to take your heart.”

It took a minute for the request to process in his brain, but Virgil went back to the counter, put the bear back where it was sitting, and grabbed his heart.

“Now we gotta get it beating, alright kiddo? So you’re going to take it, hold it up like this,” They held it high above their head. Virgil did the same.

“And you gotta wiggle it like this!” Patton started waving their hand around. A smile broke out on Virgil’s face as he mimicked their movements. They wiggled for a moment, Patton giggling, “Do you think you got it beating, kiddo?”

Virgil nodded, smile not fading. Patton smiled at him, “Alright, now you’re going to go to your new friend, and you gotta wave it in his ears so that he’s a good listener!”

Virgil stepped over to the bear and waved the heart over its ears.

“Wave it on his arms so he can give you great big hugs!”

He waved it over its arms.

“Wave it on his legs so he can run and play with you all day!”

He waved it over its legs.

“Now grip your heart, hold it close, and make a great big wish!”

He held it close to his chest, closed his eyes and made his wish, I wish for me and Logan to live together forever.

“Did you make your wish?” Patton smiled. Virgil opened his eyes, smiling back as he nodded.

“Great! Now you get to do the honor of putting that heart into your friend through the hole in the back.”

Virgil grabbed the bear and shoved the heart in as far as it could go. 

Patton gave a nod, “Alright, now if you would put your friend back on the hug station and step right back on that blue square, I’m gonna do the hard job of stitching him up, okay?”

Virgil nodded, doing as he was told. Patton stepped up to the counter and started pulling on the stitches. They glanced at Virgil's sticker, “I see it’s your birthday today!”

“In a week,” Logan corrected them. They nodded, “Oh! Okay, well, happy early birthday!” They looked closer, “And you’re turning twenty! Wow! I turned twenty this January!”

“Interesting.” Logan commented. Patton tied the last knot, cutting the extra string off. “Alright! This little guy is good to go! I’m gonna have you come around this way,” they pointed to their right, “to the back to pick out his clothing and accessories. Then you’ll take that tag to station 4 and scan it to give him his name!”

“Alright, thank you.” Logan smiled, leading Virgil around the direction Patton pointed them towards. Virgil looked back one last time to see Patton waving at him. He waved back shyly.

Thankfully the Harry Potter clothing section was right next to the stuffed animal section. Virgil’s eyes scanned the wall. He definitely wanted the traditional robes and a wand. But then he spotted a Quidditch uniform, along with a broom and a snitch.

He gasped slightly, turning to Logan, who nodded, “You can get both outfits if you’d like.”

Virgil whined, “But i’s ‘spensive…” He glanced away, biting his thumb.

Logan chuckled, “Virgil, it’s your birthday, and it’s you. You’re worth it. Besides, I’m getting paid soon anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

Virgil scrunched his nose, but took both the normal uniform and accessories and the Quidditch uniform and accessories off the hangers. He had to get on his tip-toes to reach some of them, but he got the hang of it.

“I’m guessing he’s a seeker, hm?” Logan hummed. Virgil nodded. Logan gave a nod back, “Alright, let’s give him a name, shall we?”

They walked over to the back corner on the other side of the store, where Station 4 was. Logan pressed some buttons, scanned the tag, and a menu popped up asking them to put in information for the bear’s birth certificate.

Now it was time to pick a name. Virgil bit down on his thumb, thinking very hard. Logan tilted his head, “What would you like to name him?”

Virgil smiled mischievously, “Logan!”

Logan scoffed, “Virgil, please. Pick an original name!”

“I’s original! ‘N Logan’s my favorite name!” Virgil beamed, turning back to the screen and typing in the name, “Logan the seeker.”

After the bear’s birth certificate was printed out, they walked up to the cash register. The young man standing at the register’s name tag read Joan. “Alright, are we all set?”

Logan nodded, putting all their findings on the counter. Virgil bit down on his thumb as he watched Joan scan the tags, starting to zone out. He wasn’t really interested in this part.

“Would you like to dress it here or when you get home?” Joan asked him. His eyes widened as he was snapped out of his daydreaming. He looked at them, then at Logan, then back to them. “Um, home,” He responded, now ancy to leave.

“Alright, would you like to hold it or put it in a box?” They asked. Virgil whined a bit under his breath. This was way too many questions for one day. “Box.”

Joan nodded at his firm answer. “Alright, with all of the accessories, your total comes out to one hundred and thirty five dollars, and forty five cents.”

Virgil gasped, looking at Logan with concern. That was a huge number. Logan just smiled at him reassuringly, “It’s alright Virgil, I really don’t mind,” He turned to Joan, “He’s a little concerned with money right now.”

“Oh I totally understand that,” They gave a smile, “I mean, I’m working two jobs and even I can’t afford to pay rent sometimes.” They turned back to the computer, muttering to themself, “Late stage capitalism.”

They took the bear and put it in a box, then bagged up all the clothes, “You should be all set. Oh! It’s your birthday! We have to ring the birthday bell!”

As they picked up a large bell from the shelf behind them, Logan squeezed Virgil’s hand, “It’s going to make a very loud noise, Virgil.”

Virgil looked at him as he braced himself. The loud ring of the bell crashed in his ears, running through his entire body. He cringed as he shut his eyes, stopping himself from covering his ears.

Then it was over, and he was able to open his eyes again. Logan leaned into his ear, “Good job.” He smiled. Virgil smiled back.

Then they were all good to go. Logan took the box and the bag, and grabbed Virgil’s hand as he led both of them out.

“Have a good day, kiddo!” Patton called with a smile as they walked past the machine. They both glanced at them. “Thank you.” Logan said before finally reaching the door.

“So, what did you wish for during the heart ceremony?” Logan asked as they took their purchases and headed for other stores, mostly Hot Topic.

“I tan’t tell you!” Virgil teased, “Or it won’t tome true.”

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Patton smiled to themself as they walked into the back room, unlocking their locker and taking their backpack out. Once they made sure everything was still in check, they took their apron off and slipped it in their locker, closing it and locking it again.

Today was another great day at work. Patton loved their job, really loved their job. They got to interact with all the cute kids and families that came in, and they adored all the smiles and giggles the heart ceremony provided.

There was always at least one memorable family that came in, and today it was a young couple, one of which had his birthday today. His name was Virgil, Patton remembered.

He was memorable because of one fact. Patton could see it in his eyes, in his posture, in his energy.

Patton got to meet a little.

They themself had been a babysitter for a couple of years now. Their friend Roman was a little, and when her partner Janus was busy, Patton got to babysit her. It brought them a lot of comfort and happiness, and they one day hoped to have a little of their own.

A pang of disappointment hit their chest. Virgil seemed so adorable and fun and loving, but it looked like he already had a caregiver. But they were happy for him nonetheless.

They brought themself out of their thoughts as they headed on out, waving goodbye to their coworkers. Their brisk walking speed got them to the food court fairly quickly, where they planned to have sushi for lunch.

But their eyes widened as they caught sight of a couple across the food court. It was Virgil and his caregiver! A smile broke out on their face, and they knew they had to take this opportunity to get to know them better.

They rushed to Virgil’s table, slowing down a bit as they got closer, “Hey! You guys are still here!”

They both turned to them, and Virgil jumped, quickly taking his thumb out of his mouth. His caregiver nodded, “Yes, we took a bit of time to do some extra shopping and get some food.”

“Yeah, I’m glad I was able to catch you guys! It was just the end of my shift so…” They smiled, trailing off a bit. “We didn’t really get to actually meet. I’m Patton!” They held out their hand.

“Logan,” Virgil’s caregiver took it, shaking firmly. Virgil just waved slightly, “Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, it was really nice to meet you guys! I hope you had fun, I always do.” They laughed nervously, trying so desperately not to make it awkward.

“Yes, I can confirm that our experience was most enjoyable, don’t you agree, Virgil?” Logan said, then turned to him. He nodded with a small smile on his face.

Patton stood there for a moment. They knew what they wanted to do, they just didn’t know if they had the guts to actually do it. “Hey, I don’t usually do stuff like this, but, can I get your guys’ Instagrams?”

“Oh, I don’t have one, but, Virgil? If that’s alright with you?” Logan asked him. He looked to Logan, then to Patton, but eventually nodded. 

Patton smiled wide, “Great! Uh, here’s my phone, you can just put it in.” They handed Virgil their phone. He took it, quickly typing in his username in the search bar. He handed it back to them, a shy smile on his face.

“Great! Thank you! Again, it was really nice meeting you!” Patton beamed.

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Patton.” Logan responded. Virgil nodded in agreement.

Patton let out a sigh of relief, giving one last wave before heading down the food court the other way. They couldn’t help but continue to smile as they skipped along, soon reaching the sushi restaurant. They didn’t know how yet, but they knew this was the start of something special.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 420 Words

Summary: Based off this post I made earlier.

Warnings: Fighting Mention, Anxiety Attack Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Quiet Around The Baby

The room is loud. So incredibly loud. Virgil had long since stopped being able to understand what the fight was about. Roman and Logan were loud, so were Remus and Patton. Janus was caught in the middle, trying almost desperately to put an end to the fights, and Thomas was trying to figure out what was happening.

He looked between Janus, his ex-caregiver, and Patton, his current one. Neither of them even looked at him to check on him even though they both knew he hated loud noises. His eyes got blurry with tears and he looked around at the other sides.

Everyone was so loud, he felt a sob choke its way out and, before long, he was crying and everyone had stopped fighting to direct their attention to him. He hiccupped as Roman offered him a paci and a teddy bear. He grabbed for him and let Roman place his new bear and paci in his hands before picking him up and sitting down on the stairs holding him.

“It’s okay, Virgil. Deep breaths with me.” He shook, clinging onto Roman and his new bear, already teething at his paci.

“He’s shaking.” Logan sounded sad, he made everyone sad, he hiccupped tears again.

“It’s your fault, you’re next to him, you should’ve known!” Remus accused. Virgil hid away in Roman’s arms, shaking more and trying not to keep crying but his whimpers were slowly turning back into crying.

“No, no, don’t cry.” Janus sat beside Roman, fingers going through his hair. “You’re not in trouble.” Janus assured him.

“No, Logan is!” Remus snapped. Virgil choked a sob back.

“Ow!” Remus grunted as Janus’ foot bolted out to take out his own, causing him to fall to the ground.

“Shut up, you’re scaring him.” Janus threateningly hissed at him. Virgil peeked at Remus, seeing him look at him and he hid his eyes away again, scared Remus would get mad at Janus and yell again.

“Virgie, I’m sorry.” Remus apologized softly. Virgil wiped his eyes with his hoodie covered hands.

“You’re alright, little guy. We’re sorry for scaring you.” Patton apologized.

“How about we put on Nightmare Before Christmas?” Thomas offered, already queuing the movie on the television. Virgil looked up at him and happily squealed, jumping on and tugging at Roman.

“Yeah, we can watch, little one.” Roman held him as he stood and sat them on the couch to watch the movie, everyone else eventually joining and Virgil happily watching until he eventually fell asleep against Roman.

[babysizedfics]

Title: Vee Loves Mrs. Bee

Summary: Papa Patton helps baby Vee nurse a tired bumblebee back to health.

Word count: 800

Note: Vee uses both he/him and she/her pronouns in this!

Also on AO3!

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Vee giggled as the fluffy bee started crawling around his palm.

“Oh, she’s getting stronger!” Papa gasped in delight, pulling Vee closer in his lap. His belly was soft and safe on Vee’s back and she started bouncing on her papa’s thighs.

Big hands wrapped around his shoulders gently. “I know you’re a happy baby, honey. But we need to be gentle for Mrs. Bee!”

Vee hummed in thought then went still, eyes fixed on his pretty new friend. She was licking a tiny puddle of sugar water in his palm and she kept wiggling and dancing her tiny feet. It tickled Vee’s hand!

Another giggle came from Vee, this time squeakier, and he did his best to keep Mrs. Bee very still while he wiggled his legs in excitement.

“A-a-ah, b-b–“ she babbled, trying her best to get the word from behind her paci. ”M-b-b-bee!“

He was rewarded with a big gasp from Papa and a kiss on his head. ”That’s right, my clever little one! A bee!“

”Bababee,“ Vee whispered, staring intently as Mrs. Bee wiggled and danced faster. Vee smiled and put all her strength into telling her friend: ”W-wuboo, bee!“

Then Mrs. Bee jumped up… and never landed back down.

She flew up, up, up, all wibbly-wobbly. And then she flew away, away, away, fast and buzzy.

”Oh, my goodness,“ Papa whispered, quickly shifting Vee onto his hip and standing so they could watch her hover over the jasmine bush then promptly disappear over the tall fence. ”Yay, she flew away!“

Vee’s eyes burned, her throat clogged, and her heart dropped. Then she was crying, hot tears making her cheeks wet. ”B-b-baba,“ she cried, burying her face on Papa’s shoulder.

”Oh, sweetie,“ Papa cooed, bouncing him gently on his hip. ”Aw, baby, it’s okay. Mrs. Bee needed to go back to her family.“

The words were warm and soft, but Vee still felt sad. She sniffled wetly and pulled her face back to look up at Papa. He wiped her tears away while she tried to speak through her sobs. ”M-mh, b-b-bee f-wy a-a–“ she cut off with a wet cry, ”w-way!“

Papa looked sad and Vee hid his face again. Sad papa made Vee sad. There was some bumping and wobbling and bouncing while he cried on Papa’s shoulder, then he was wiggled round. Papa was sitting down again, and Vee was in his lap facing him.

Warm fingers that felt hard and smooth stroked Vee’s hair away from his forehead. ”I know you’re sad, baby. You love Mrs. Bee, don’t you?“

Vee’s lip wobbled and she nodded, grasping tightly onto Papa’s shoulder. There was a big hand on her back rubbing nice and slow.

”And Mrs. Bee told me she loves you very much, too!“ Vee gasped and Papa nodded. ”That’s right, baby. But she said she has her own babies in her beehive, and she wanted to go and give them cuddles.“

After a moment of taking in those words, Vee looked down at Papa’s chest, thinking. Mrs. Bee had babies… and babies got sad when they couldn’t see their Mama or Papa. Vee knew that very well.

He stroked his fingers over Papa’s collar for a while. Then he looked up and whispered through his pacifier, ”Bee w-wan cubble?“

That must have been the right thing to say because it made Papa smiley. He moved his hand away from Virgil’s hair to cup her cheek gently. ”Yes, angel. Even bees want cuddles. Especially little baby bees–just like little baby Vee!“

The thumb on Vee’s cheek scribbled softly and made her giggle under her breath. She reached a hand up to wrap around one of Papa’s fingers.

Then Vee hesitated. One more thing. A very important thing.

”Baba?“

”Yes, hunnybunny?“

”M-m bee ticka?“ Papa made a weird sound. Not a bad sound, but a throaty kind of soft sound. ”Yes, baby,“ he whispered, pulling Vee close to his chest. ”Mrs. Bee is very happy that you helped her feel better. And now she’s happy that she gets to cuddle her babies.“ The warm hand on Vee’s back stroked up then cradled the back of his head, and Papa’s big arms wrapped all the way around him. Vee sighed happily, sadness forgotten with the comfort of hearing his papa’s heart go baboom, baboom.

”Cubble-ubble-ubble,“ Vee babbled, quiet and soft. Her eyes fell shut and she wriggled as close as she could to Papa. To soft and strong and safe.

”That’s right, my little bumblebee. Why don’t we have a cuddle in bed and get nice and cozy?“

Vee squeaked in agreement and let her Papa carry her inside. She felt happy and safe all over.

Then, right before they were inside the house, Vee waved his sticky hand over Papa’s shoulder. ”Bubye, bee. Wuboo.“

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