#child!virgil

[lil-toastie-boi]

"Mama! Its too big on me!" "You look so cute!" "I look stupid..."

some child Virgil with off-screen mama Janus!

@thatsthat24

[stillebesat]

Out Camping Part 2

Sanders Sides: Roman, Virgil Blurb: A Father and Son Camping Trip Fic Type: Camping AU Overall Fic Warnings: None. Taglist in reblog.

To Catch Up: Part 1

“Race you to the top, Dad!” Virgil yelled as he scrambled up the side of a sandstone rockface Roman had been sure his little spidermonkey couldn’t climb. Once again, he’d underestimated Virgil’s dexterity. 

He exhaled, raising a hand to shade his eyes, judging the steeply slanted side before resolutely sticking to the path, breaking into a jog to catch up. 

“Daaaaaddd!” Virgil’s petulant whine echoed down from above. “That’s boring! Climb the rock. It’s easy!” 

“Not all of us are Spiderman, Virge.” He called back, adjusting the straps of the backpack holding their tent, food, water and other gear. His son was lucky he was jogging. It wasn’t like this stuff was featherlight. 

A scraping sound overhead was his only warning before Virgil dropped down in front of him, white t-shirt already stained red from the sand. “But you can do anything, Dad!” He said, confidently as he straightened, his smaller backpack containing both of their clothes bouncing against his back. He gave Roman a heartwarming smile and puppy dog eyes as he spread his arms wide. “Climb with me!”  

Roman slowly shook his head, huffing a laugh as he reached out a hand to brush a smudge of dirt from Virgil’s cheek. “You are going to be the death of me.” But how could he say no?

“The life of you!” Virgil disagreed, snagging his hand and tugging it. 

He definitely couldn’t argue with that. Virgil had been the best thing to happen to him, no comparison to anything else needed. “The life of me.” He agreed, slipping the backpack off his shoulders to the ground before he surged forward, scooping Virgil up in his arms.

His son squealed in delight, hugging him tight as Roman swiftly climbed the rock face. 

Huh. Virgil had been right. It wasn’t nearly as difficult as he’d first thought. Within seconds he’d made it to the top, breathing only a little hard from the climb. 

“You did it!” His son cheered.

So he had. Maybe his little spidermonkey got his climbing skills from him. Roman smirked, ruffling his hair before he turned, holding his son out to the valley below. “Simba!” He proclaimed. 

“Daaaaad.” Virgil wiggled his feet, glowering over his shoulder at him. “I’m Virgil. Do it right!”

He laughed. “Sorry. Sorry.” Roman pulled him back with a smirk, taking up a handful of red sand he brushed it across his son’s forehead before holding him back out over the valley. “VIRGIL!!” He proclaimed. “RULER OF ALL THESE LANDS! Nants ingonyama batithi Baba! Sithi uhm ingonyama!” He sang.

Virgil raised his hands to the sky, lifting his head up to the sun. “Everywhere the light touches is mine!” He proclaimed in a tone similar to Roman’s. 

“You got that right, buddy” He chuckled, pulling Virgil close, holding him tight as his son buried his head against his chest. 

The wilderness was definitely more Virgil’s domain than his. Roman would have been much more content to wander a park in the middle of a city. Not out here, in the middle of nowhere, without another soul for miles. 

“We are one.” Virgil whispered, lifting his head to look at Roman. 

Scratch that. He’d rather be out here in the middle of nowhere if it made Virgil happy. “Exactly, my Prince.” He whispered, tenderly kissing the top of his head. He knelt, resting his son on his knee as he gestured to the view before them. “Together. Forever. With all this as your kingdom to explore and climb.” He tapped Virgil’s nose. “Once we set up camp.” He amended. “You find a good spot yet?” 

Virgil blinked, frantically shaking his head as he pushed away. “No! We're still too close to the car, Dad!” 

Roman raised an eyebrow. Too close? They’d hiked at least four miles already and his son had yet to show any signs of tiring out. If anything he’d gotten more hyper the deeper into the wilderness they ventured. “Well then let’s jump to it, Hop-a-long.” He said, sliding back down the rock face to their gear. He straightened, turning in time to catch Virgil in his arms as his son jumped from halfway down. “Oof. Before the sun sets this time. Got it?” 

Virgil grinned, wiggling free of Roman’s grip. “Not midnight?”

“Definitely not midnight.” They’d done that once. Never again. Setting up a tent in the dark was not his jar of Crofters. That was an established fact. Roman grabbed their gear, slipping it over his shoulders. 

Huh. That climb must have done him some good after all. The bag felt lighter than before.

“Fiiinnee, but we get smores tonight then!” Virgil said, breaking into a run up the path.

Oh no. His son couldn’t just leave after that statement expecting it to be done. “Only if you gather the wood!” Roman called after him.

He skidded to a stop, turning with his little hands raised in obvious indignation. “Daaaaddd!” 

“Soooonnnn!” He mimicked back, with a playful smile as he used his longer legs to decrease the distance between them. “We’ll wood hunt together after camp is set up.” 

Virgil huffed, rolling his eyes, though Roman could see the sparkle therein.

He winked. “And maybe you’ll find a new lizard to play with while doing so.” And hopefully not a rattlesnake. 

“New ones?” Virgil shook his head. “I’ve already seen lots of them here!” 

That wasn’t surprising. Virgil excelled at finding animals that didn’t want to be seen. Roman swore his son could spot a rabbit hiding in the brush from a mile away. “Well maybe while gathering wood for our fire, you’ll see one you’ve never seen before.” He replied, with a shrug.

Virgil shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He turned, taking off down the dirt path, scrambling over the sandstone with ease. 

Well. It was worth a shot. Roman exhaled, adjusting the straps of his bag one more time before following after his little Navigator.

[sweetest-honeybee]

Hadn’t drawn anything for the Captivity AU since last year I think. It’s not really alive again but I saw some stuff for it in my gallery (was looking for stuff to draw) and thought it would be nice to doodle it again :)

[theatresweetheart]

If you're still taking those kiss prompts, how about 23. Exhausted parents kiss with Logicality? :D

Sleep Tight, Starlight

Warnings: Crying, kissing.

Pairing: Romantic/Parental Logicality, Familial Analogicality

Characters: Patton, Logan, Virgil

Word Count: 871 words

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The sound of a baby crying broke through the tentative silence they’d managed to finally settle in that night. The bedroom was dark, as the hope had been they’d finally managed to lay down and get some sleep. However, it seemed their baby demanded otherwise.

The second thing Patton heard was a long-suffering sigh from his husband. He understood why, they’d only just managed to get their son to sleep before settling down in their own bed.

The bed then began to shake under the movement of his partner making the effort to sit up– only for Patton to beat him to it. He laid a hand on Logan’s chest, making the other man pause in his exhausted efforts. Dark eyes glinted in question as they met his own, and Patton didn’t need to see him to know what Logan was silently asking him.

“I got him,” was the only thing he said, his hand finding Logan’s in the darkness. “Go back to sleep.”

He fumbled for his glasses for a moment before pushing the blankets off of him and getting up. The slight bit of light creeping in through between the window curtains allowed Patton enough to see his way through the bedroom without tripping over anything—not that there was anything laying on the ground anywhere, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t trip over his own two feet.

He noticed the air in the hallway was chilly compared to the warm bed he’d come from. Quietly rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he made his way down the hall to the bedroom door where the cries were coming from.

Patton pushed open the door and his son’s distress only grew louder. The little nightlight in the corner of the room allowed better visibility. The crib sat pushed up against the wall, the mobile hanging lazily above the wailing child.

“Oh Virgil,” Patton cooed, leaning over the side of the crib, just as big brown eyes looked up to him. Though, tears trailed down Virgil’s flushed cheeks uncontrollably. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

He didn’t expect to be answered vocally, of course not. But a part of him really wished they were at the stage where Virgil could vocalize what was wrong instead of just crying.

So, to do whatever he could do to soothe him, Patton reached down into the crib and scooped the wailing baby into his arms. It was almost the minute Virgil was comfortably cradled in his father’s hold, did he stop. Patton made a soft noise upon this realization. The baby sniffled but he wasn’t as obviously upset anymore.

“You just wanted to be held, didn’t you?” Patton rocked the little one and Virgil’s eyes slid closed again and broke into a large yawn, hiccuping softly from time to time.

Patton knew that trying to put him back down in the crib would end in disaster, but sitting in the rocking chair in the other corner of the room also wasn’t an attractive choice either. He’d fallen asleep in it before—and would probably fall asleep in it again—even though it really wasn’t worth the stiff neck in the morning.

“Well then,” he said quietly, a small laugh escaping him. “Looks like you’re going to come and sleep with me and daddy tonight, huh?”

Virgil only hiccuped in response.

Patton smiled fondly down at the little bundle in his arms. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

With that settled, he made his way back down the hallway. He nudged the bedroom door back open and quietly shut it behind him, trying his best not to disturb Logan if he’d managed to fall back asleep. However, when he reached the bed, he noticed said man watching him from under the covers.

He didn’t say anything when Logan pushed the comforter down a little further, exposing himself to the cool night air. Logan shuffled a moment, making a little more space for the newest addition to their family and gave Patton the option to settle the little one down so he could actually get back into bed.

The minute Patton tried to shift him even the slightest amount, Virgil whimpered. Though he didn’t want to put him down, Logan quickly took over and tucked Virgil close to him, before letting the child grab a hold of his fingers—a decent way to keep him distracted long enough for Patton to get situated, at least.

Patton pulled his glasses off and set them on the bedside table to his right. He then got back into bed and settled down comfortably, turned on his side to face Virgil and Logan, who was already drifting off himself. The baby yawned again, drowsily blinking his way out of consciousness.

“He didn’t want to sleep alone,” Patton whispered after noticing the quirked brow his husband gave him.

“Mm,” was the only response he got from Logan.

Though, he could tell he wasn’t all that upset by having the infant there with them. Now that everyone was settled, Patton could feel the exhaustion creeping back up on him too. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Logan’s face, who reacted slightly enough to lean into it. Settling back into the covers, he let his eyes slip closed.

[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.

[sleepy-starling]

Baby Virg with wings

Him smol

He hide

[mint-flavoredd]

✨Sketches✨

[the-sunshine-dims]

learning to sew

for this prompt by @sanderssides-prompts, also do i want to make a second part of this where janus finds out virgil kept the bag? yes. will i ever? probably not.

[part two]

words: 372

contents and warnings: fluff, momceit, child!virgil, sewing, non serious injury mention, remus mention, 

ao3 link

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Janus looks up as anxiety enters his room with a big nervous grin, holding so much fabric it practically hides him.

He smiled softly before walking to kneel in front of him, “hey baby bat, what’s going on?”

Anxiety just deposits the fabric into the ground and smiles “momma! Can you teach me how to sew?” 

Janus nods softly at the younger side, happy to see the imminent beaming smile, before going and grabbing his sewing supplies from the closet.

By the time he’s back anxiety’s sitting criss-cross on the floor as he tries to separate all the fabric he had gathered from one another.

“Ok let’s try to make a simple bag first? That way you can carry stuff around, and just get used to hand sewing in general.” 

Anxiety hummed before nodding, seemingly happy just to be creating something.

Soon the two- after many pricked fingers and bandaids, were done with anxiety’s small little draw-string bag.

Anxiety picked it up and showed it off proudly to Janus before running out of the room to where he assumed anxiety was showing it to Remus, before returning, smiling- and god would Janus do anything for this kid, anything to make this kid smile.  

Once he returned and got semi calm again Janus summoned a smaller sewing box for him, along with its own needles and scissors- though a little duller, and handed it to anxiety “here you go sweetheart, if you ever need help don’t be afraid to ask me.”

And if anxiety wasn’t gleeful before he was damn well ecstatic now, murmuring a million thank yous as he took the box into his arms.

Janus chuckled softly as anxiety tried to take all of his belongings in his arms, everything already falling.

He moved over to anxiety “what about this babybat? I'll hold fabrics and you can hold the box and bag, and I’ll walk you to your room?” he didn't mention that it was because of the falling items though, knowing well enough if he did anxiety would wanna show him he could do it himself. 

Anxiety hummed and made the most thoughtful look he could being 6 and holding a bunch of stuff,

But finally he just nodded gleefully.