#child!janus

[halfhissandwich]

I was rewatching WALL-E and I just randomly imagined Janus talking like EVE as a kid, so here’s kiddo moceit :)

[naminethewriter]

As Long As You Try Your Best

Day 4 and we’re going back to my small AU where Logan & Remus are Janus’ dads, which I now dubbed Janus and His Dads AU because I decided it needed a name five minutes ago and didn’t come up with anything better 😅 This story can be read as a stand alone but if you want to check out the related posts you’ll find them here (there’s like 4 total now). Hope you enjoy 🥰 @loceitweek2022

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Masterpost | Loceit Week 2022 Masterpost

Summary: Logan has a question to ask his son about school. His son isn't very keen on answering.

“Janus?” Logan called, looking for his son.

 “Yeah?” He heard back, apparently from upstairs.

 “Would you please join me in the living room for a moment?” Instead of an answer he heard footsteps coming closer until Janus appeared in the door, one of his snakes coiled around one arm.

 “Yes, Papa?” he asked, eyes wide and curious. Logan was afraid this conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“I just talked with your uncle Patton on the phone. He says hi.”

 “Oh, okay. If that’s all, I’ll go back upstairs and…” Suddenly Janus seemed very eager to escape. Logan didn’t let him.

 “Not so fast, young man.” Janus froze, his shoulders tense and he refused to look directly at his father. “Patton mentioned that Virgil brought back your latest vocabulary test. You haven’t mentioned that you got them back to me yet. Is there a reason for that?”

 “Ummm… About that…” Janus eyes nervously bounced around the room. “The test… I didn’t tell you about it because… I lost it!”

 “You lost it?” Janus eagerly nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet nervously.

 “Yeah. I’m sorry.” Logan eyes his son who was still refusing to look at him.

 “Where did you lose it? Maybe we can find it if I help you look.”

 “NO!” Janus shouted. Logan raised an eyebrow at his sudden volume and Janus quickly tried to explain. “It was outside! On my way back. I was thirsty so I opened my bag to grab my bottle and the test slipped out. The wind carried it away before I could grab it.” He seemed to gain more confidence in his story as he told it but Logan would not be fooled.

 “I see. So if I were to go upstairs right now and look in your bag I would not find the test, correct?” Janus paled, his mouth opening but no words came out. Logan sighed and moved passed him towards the stairs. Janus didn’t stop him but followed while chewing on his lip most likely trying to find an excuse to keep his father out of his room. He didn’t think of anything fast enough.

 Logan entered his son’s room and immediately spotted his school bag placed on the desk chair. He grabbed it, opened it and pulled out its contents one by one. Janus placed his snake back with the other two before watching his father pull out the piece of paper he’d been trying to hide. Logan studied it before sighing and motioning towards the bed.

 “Sit down, please.” Janus moved to do so without a word. Logan kneeled down next to him so they were about the same height. “Jay, please look at me and explain why you felt the need to lie to me about this.” He laid the piece of paper on the bed next to Janus, displaying the result of 8/20. His son glanced at it before looking away, tears starting to gather in his eyes.

 “I wasn’t gonna lie, I just wanted to talk to Mrs. Dot about it before I showed you. I know I could do better, but I was feeling icky when we took the test and… I didn’t want you to be mad at me.” Logan gently reached out to take his son’s hands in his own, finally making eye contact again.

 “I promise you, Janus, I will never be mad at you for a simple grade. Not as long as I’m sure you did your very best. And I can see you tried here.” At this point Janus had started crying and Logan pulled out a handkerchief to catch gently wipe his face. “You could have told Mrs. Dot that you weren’t feeling well, I’m sure she would have let you take the test another time.”

 “The others always say that’s cheating, that the kids who do that just fake it to get out of it. And they’re very mean to the ones who do,” Janus sniffled, squeezing his Papa’s hand in his. Logan nodded.

 “That isn’t very nice of them. I will have to speak about this with your teachers soon.” His son didn’t seem too thrilled about the idea but didn’t argue. “Promise me you will not lie about grades and tests to me or your dad anymore and I’ll make you some hot cocoa with marshmallows, how does that sound?”

 “O-okay.” Janus was still sniffling, but he smiled softly at his father. Logan smiled back and hugged him, only letting go when Janus made the first move to pull away. He couldn’t have asked for a better son.

[magikkittenz]

Denied Sweets

Warnings: Crying, tantrum throwing

Relationships: Romantic Intrulogical, Familial Intruloceit

Word Count: 804

AO3

Summary: Janus wants cookies and Remus has a very hard time saying no

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Remus panicked going back and forth trying to look for the cookies. Jan was currently sitting at the table, crying and whining for one. Logan had tried to get Remus to enforce stricter rules and to stop him from indulging in their son’s cookie munching habit, but Remus couldn’t help it. Janus was too cute to be denied a cookie, and it absolutely broke the man’s heart when he saw the child upset.

Said child was in his chair, slamming his hands on the table and crying louder, sniffling brokenly. Remus dove into the pantry, trying his best to look for the cookie jar. He suspected Logan most likely hid it before he went to work. He huffed and walked outside defeatedly, slumping in front of his son’s chair. “Hey baby,” he said with a defeated and careful smile.

Jan was having none of it. Seeing his dad come out with not a single cookie in his hand, he started to wail, babbling what was most certainly the curse words Remus had taught him. The man sighed and walked over to him, sitting beside him. He tried to pick Janus up in an attempt to calm him but the little serpent shook his head wildly, blowing a raspberry at his father.

“Wh-where th’ cookie?!” he demanded, taking one tiny hand and rubbing his cheeks to clear away the tears.

“I’m sorry baby, there’s no cookies,” he said quietly.

Janus seemed even more unhappy at the answer and started crying again, boarding on screaming. Remus sat there, not quite sure what to do before finally deciding to pick Janus up despite the protests. What did Logan do again to resolve these kinds of issues? Oh, right, discipline. But he couldn’t do that to Jan. Remus looked at his son’s small helpless face, sadness and frustration written all over it and he sat down on the couch, cradling the toddler. Janus tried pushing against his father, wanting out of the embrace. “No hug! Wan’ cookies!” he sobbed, sniffling furiously.

Using the encouraging words Logan gave him this morning about denying Janus cookies, he slowly sat up straight, looking right at the child. “Janus, you can’t have any cookies,” he said as firmly as he could.

Surprisingly, the toddler stopped crying, instead looking up at his dad in disbelief. He sat there, dumbfounded and silent for so long Remus started to freak out; did he break him?

Luckily, after 5 minutes Janus slowly moved his head into Remus’ chest, crying now of sadness rather than frustration. He gripped Remus’ shirt and batted him with his small hand, which didn’t do as much damage as he intended. “Why-why no cookie da’?” he sniffled and hiccuped. “I wan’ cookie! P-pwease? Da’ pwease?” 

Remus was shocked and willed himself not to look down at his son’s face. He knew if he did he would go on a rampage to find that damn cookie jar, even if he had to destroy the house to do it. Janus cried so desperately into Remus that the man felt tears springing in his own eyes, his heart shattering into a million pieces. He swallowed thickly and said, “Because your papa said you eat too many, my little serpent. You can only have one cookie a day, remember what he said? And only after you eat your dinner.”

Janus whimpered, his crying going down. “Papa ‘s stupid,” he said grumpily, making Remus laugh. 

“Don’t worry, you can be mad at him when he gets home,” he said quietly, stroking his fingers through Janus’ hair. 

His son made a noise of affirmation as if he were determined to make sure he did so. He shifted slightly and looked up at his dad. “Ar’ you ma’ a’ me da’?” he asked timidly.

Remus smiled down at him fondly and kissed his forehead. “I’m not my small snek. Are you mad at me?”

Janus shook his head firmly, leaning in and giving Remus a kiss on the cheek in return. “Do you wanna watch a Disney movie until papa gets home?”

Jan nodded excitedly and carefully got off of Remus’ lap, heading towards the dvd cabinet. To pick a movie out.

Following that afternoon when Logan came home he found Remus and Janus passed out, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over them. Remus was lying on his back with their son on his stomach while the movie played in the background. With a sigh and a smile Logan quietly turned the tv off, pressing a gentle kiss to his husband’s lips and a kiss to his son’s cheek. Later on when Janus woke up, he would have to deal with an angry, grudge-holding 4-year-old, but right now, as he sat down on the ground next to the couch, he simply relaxed with his family.

[chaotic-neutral-toga]

Kid!Janus and Virgil in a loop hissing at each other until another Side breaks them up. They're both little hiss bitches and we need to acknowledge their 'chaotic dumbass brothers that will get stuck in an endless loop of disdainful hissing' energy more.

[naminethewriter]

Today’s Topic: Snakes

Day 4 and I am on time 🥳 Anyway, I have an entire AU idea in my head now but no story for it, so I will post about it later, probably 😅 Hope you enjoy! @loceitweek2021

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Masterpost | Loceit Week Masterpost

Characters: Logan, Janus, others mentioned

Relationships: familiar Loceit, background romantic Intrulogical

Rating: G

Words: 1,297

Summary:  Logan loves his son but he can't allow him to bring his snake to school.

Logan just finished Janus’ lunch for school when his son entered the kitchen. He had one of his pet snakes curled around his arm.

 “Morning, Papa,” he yawned. Logan let out a small laugh.

 “Good morning to you too, sleepyhead.”

“Dad already left?”

 “Yeah. He said something about exploding paint and left for the studio. I did not want to ask further questions but I told him to not drag paint into the house. Again.” Now it was Janus’ turn to snicker and he took a seat at the table. “What do you want for breakfast? Toast or cereal?”

 “Cereal, please,” Janus said with a smile and got back up to get the bowl and spoon for himself while Logan grabbed the box and milk. Logan had eaten with his husband but kept his son company while reading the newspaper and drinking the last of his coffee. They usually spend this part of their routine in silence, just enjoying each other’s company however if Remus were here they would listen to whatever he wanted to infodump about. Logan and Janus both needed some time in the morning to really wake up but Remus was always full of energy after getting up.

 “Hey, papa?” Janus eventually broke their traditional silence.

 “Yes, Jay?”

 “Can I ask you something?” Logan raised an eyebrow but put the newspaper aside to devote his full attention to his son.

 “Of course. What can I help you with?” Janus pushed the now empty bowl away and began fidgeting in his seat.

 “Can I take Jake to school with me today?” Logan’s eyes flickered to the snake in question, still curled around his son’s arm, apparently content to just hang on. He focused back on Janus who did his best impression of his uncle’s puppy eyes. Logan sighed.

 “I am quite certain that is against school rules, so no.”

 “It’s not, I checked! There is not one word about snakes in there.”

 “However, there is a rule against all pets on school grounds within regular school hours.”

 “Jake’s not a pet, he’s my friend!” Janus pouted, as if the mere suggestion that his snake could be a pet is insulting.

 “I am sorry, Jay, but the school board defines all animals held within student or teacher’s living space as pets, no matter how close a bond you have. Jake stays here.” Janus squinted at him.

 “Debate Challenge!”

 It was a house rule that if there was a conflict of interest or argument happening that someone involved can call out ‘Debate Challenge’ and the situation would be resolved through a proper discussion. The format would allow each side to present their arguments without getting interrupted or immediately refuted as well as form a proper response. Team-ups were allowed as long as it was not Janus (or one child) against his dads (or two adults). It was a rule that Logan had put into place well before Remus and he even got engaged. Logan liked order and fights were nothing if not messy. And even if Remus preferred chaos, he could appreciate the guarantee to be listened to.

 Logan checked the clock before answering: “Alright. In order for you to arrive at school on time we need to leave in 20 minutes, 25 maxima. Considering how much time we both need to get ready; you have 10 minutes to convince me. Take the first two to prepare your strategy.” Janus nodded and pulled the notepad they kept on the table in case Remus needs to write down a sudden idea or they get crucial information on the phone to take notes. Meanwhile Logan cleaned up the dishes.

 “Okay, done!” Janus called a bit over two minutes later.

 “Good. Now you have two minutes for your arguments, then I will respond in another two minutes and after that we each get one minute for rebuttals. Sound fair?”

 “Yes.”

 “Then you may start.”

 “First, I understand why there is a rule against pets during school. Most common pets, such as dogs or cats, can be loud and distracting and can make a mess. But Jake is small, quiet and probably won’t need to poop until tomorrow. If I keep him in my pocket, the teachers won’t even know he’s there. I already fed him and Joey so he won’t need any more until I’m back home. Virgil is still sick and you know I don’t have any friends in my class. I just don’t wanna be alone and I don’t even have anyone to show him to.” At the end, Janus’ eyes were fixated on the table and he was biting his lips as well as fidgeting with the paper in his hand. Logan nodded in understanding. He knew Janus was having a hard time making friends and since his cousin caught the flue, it was only getting worse.

 “Thank you for sharing your concerns with me. I understand your points and I agree that in this case the rule against pets could be ignored.” Janus eyes lit up a bit but Logan kept his expression stern. “However-“ Janus eyes dimmed and he already started pouting again- “it is too much of a risk. Jake is a living creature and you cannot be sure how he would react to such an environment. If he were to get uncomfortable and escape, it would cause a lot of problems. Most people do not like snakes, he could send someone into a panic. Even if he were to be discovered without a ruckus, your teacher would still be very mad at you and me for allowing something like this. And we already do not have a great standing with the board, you know that.” Janus averted his eyes but nodded. “Lastly, imagine what would happen if Jake were discovered by those kids who are already mean to you. If they don’t immediately tell a teacher, they might just try to hurt him. As I’ve mentioned, many people do not like snakes and children can be very cruel about things they do not like. You would be putting him in danger.” Janus hummed and stopped pouting but he was still fidgeting with the paper. “You may now respond.” He was quiet for several seconds.

 “Ok, maybe taking him today is a bad idea. But what if we register him as a therapy animal. Virgil said that his dads are looking for something fitting for him. Maybe if we use my vitiligo it could work?” Janus sounded hopeful and Logan hated saying no to his son but if he didn’t stand firm, no one would. Especially not Remus. He was totally weak against their son’s begging.

 “I’m afraid your vitiligo doesn’t qualify. Virgil was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, which is a mental illness and that is why he gets a pet that is specifically trained to help him with it. Jake is not trained and I will not try to get him a license.” Logan reached out and took his son’s hands in his own. “I love you, Janus, and I hate to see you struggling but this is not the way to deal with the situation. Jake remains here. Thank you for a great debate but you need to get ready now.” Janus sighed but nodded. He would need to accept defeat this time. He squeezed his father’s hands before standing.

 “Love you too, papa,” he said before heading back to his room.

 “I will check that both snakes are in their enclosure before we leave!” Logan called after him. ‘Damn it,’ Janus thought. But as he lowered Jake back into his tank, he had another idea. His papa couldn’t check for a snake he didn’t know existed… Janus made a mental note to talk to his dad about a secret request.