#kid!deciet

[man-me--a-sand]

Coffee mug

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Ship: Losleep

Characters: Remy, Logan, Deciet/Damien

TW: none

Words: 310

AO3 :https://archiveofourown.org/works/23554870

Logan was shuffling around in the cupboard, when his eyes caught a glimpse of the mug. “Dear?” He called out. “Yeah, babe?” “Who’s mug is this?” He- no, they now, held up the mug, emblazoned with the words World’s Best Parent.

Remy glanced up, read the mug, and grinned. “Mine.”

“Oh, and how do you know that?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m best.”

“But it’s not saying world's best dad, so it must be mine, actually.”

“Please.” Remy pulled Logan into his lap. “You are a wonderful husband-”

“-Partner, right now.” Logan corrected quickly.

Remy ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, you’re a wonderful partner, but I am clearly the best parent. And them’s the facts.”

“And that's the facts, Remy. That's the facts. They aren't even facts, because I am the better parent by far.”

“Let’s just ask the actual child, dumbass.” Remy smirked. “Damien! We need your help settling an argument!”

The twelve-year-old wandered into the room. “Yeah, what’s up dad?” He said, not looking up from his phone.

“Who was this mug for?”

Damien glanced over his parents, letting his eyes settle on Logan. “Ren?”

Logan smirked. “So I win?”

He winced. “Actually, I bought that mug four years ago for dad. BUT,” Damien said quickly, “I got you that pack of pens with world’s best parent on them, so it all evens out.”

Remy stuck his tongue out at his partner, rather like a child. “See? My mug. Now go start the coffeemaker, you already need to go to the kitchen for your tea.”

Logan didn’t move.

“Please, babe?” Remy kissed them on the cheek.

“Fine.” Logan sighed. “But only if you say I’m better.”

Remy rolled his eyes. “You’re best, I love you so much, I want coffee.”

Logan blew their husband a kiss as they headed into the kitchen and sighed contentedly.

[antics-n-basements-fanartfunart]

What does Trick like to do? And he does nothing? Poor baby!!

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[antics-n-basements-fanartfunart]

Trick (or, oft referred to as ‘Tricksy’)- he doesn’t seem to pop up much, but, when he does, he mostly hangs around Creativity or, occasionally, Fear. Nobody’s sure if ‘Trick’ is actually his name though...

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Morality - Fear - Curiosity - Creativity

[thesentientmango]

Dad!Patton is ready to take his kiddo to school, but hasn’t seen his son all morning. Dee (5yrs.) comes out in his pajama’s , shivering. “Daddy, i don’t feel so good.” Patton was facing the other direction, so he only heard him. “Now Dee, you cant go lying just to get out of school. You’re going and that’s-“ He stops talking once he turns and sees Dee, shivering but sweating, flushed and pail, coughing, on the verge of tears. Patton immediately regrets saying that, and apologizes to his son.

//you've got the same ask style as the nonnie who aaked for the college au Logicality, i think I called it 'The Library'. i mean who knows you might be the same person, any way i digress here ya go!!!❤

Today was a weird day. Usually Patton would wake up early to help his kiddo get ready for school and such, but he had woken up late, like really late. So late in fact that Patton was busy scrambling together a lunch for Dee when he heard his son come down the stairs.

Oh thank goodness, Patton thought. Dee got himself ready and is ready to go!

"Daddy?" Dee's small voice echoed through the room. "Daddy I don't feel so good."

Patton sighed, he didn't have time for this. "Now Dee," Patton said, putting on his dad voice. "You can't go lying just to get out of school. You’re going and that’s-" Patton turned to face his son, but instead of seeing Dee just pouting, he saw his son dreanched in sweat, shivering from some imaginary draft. His cheeks and nose bright pink, but the rest of his face much paler than normal.

Dee covered his mouth, trying to muffle the coughs that escaped him, and Patton could see tears weeling up in his eyes.

"Oh Dee, honey I'm so sorry." Patton rushed over to his son, the lunch he was preparing long forgotten. Patton pulled Dee into a comforting hug, rocking him back and forth. "Shh... Shh... It's okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Dee sniffled, "Daddy? Do I still have to go to school?"

Patton wiped some stray tears from Dee's cheeks, "No honeydee, no. Come on let's get you back in bed."

Patton plucked Dee right off of his feet, and carried him up to his room. Patton lay him down, planting a kiss on Dee's forehead. "I'll be right back sweetheart."

As Patton left to call the school he heard Dee quietly say, "I love you Daddy."

Patton turned around before he left the room, "I love you too kiddo. I won't be long. I promise."

Patton sighed. What a rough day.

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