Let's have a Blast from the Past for @loceitweek Day 6, both in the story and as a callback! Because this is set in my AU where Logan and Remus are Janus' fathers! The other stories related to this - but not necessary to have read to understand this - are Today's Topic: Snakes, The Third Snake Plan and As Long As You Try Your Best. (I would make them into a series, I just don't have a good name for it...)
Masterpost | Loceit Week 2023 Masterpost | Ao3
Summary: Janus is about to move to college. It's a big change for both him and his fathers.
Content Warnings: mentions of snakes
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Janus sighed as he looked around the room. It was so weird seeing so empty. This had been his room, his safe haven his entire life but now it was time to leave for college. It still felt unreal to him.
A knock on his open door pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to see his father leaning against the frame. He was smiling but it seemed not quite genuine.
“How is the packing coming along?”
“I’m mostly done,” Janus hummed, again surveying the room. “This feels really weird though.”
“It does, doesn’t it? I always thought that the tearful goodbyes as the child heads off to college in movies were very overexaggerated but now that I’m faced with the reality myself? I can see where they are coming from.”
“Well, I didn’t think you would be the emotional one about my move and not Dad.”
“Oh, believe me, he will be more emotional than me when you actually get in the car. These kinds of things hit him more in the moment than during the built-up.”
“Yeah, I know.” Janus smiled sadly. He was excited to go to college, to stand on his own two feet and meet new people while also having Virgil around still (he said that he agreed to go to the same college as his cousin because of his anxiety but secretly he’s very happy to have Virgil as a constant himself. Also removes the issue about having to get along with a stranger as his roommate,) but he would miss his dads.
“Repurposing this room will take some time to get used to as well,” his father added, finally walking inside and towards Janus’ desk on which some mementos were gathered.
“You didn’t need to do that right away, by the way. I will come to visit during breaks, you know,” Janus snorted, joining his father as he leafed through a photo album.
“It wasn’t needed in the sense that we needed the space, but I think it is better for both your Dad’s and my headspace to do so. Maintaining this room just for you to eventually visit us is not the kind of parent I want to be. There will be a place to sleep for you here, always, of course but it won’t just be yours anymore unless you move back in at some point. Which you are free to do for any reason, of course.”
“Thanks, Papa,” Janus laughed, leaning against his father’s side as they looked at the pictures together. “Oh, look, it’s Jake, John and Joey!” He pointed to a picture of himself around seven years old with three snakes wrapped around his arms and neck. “I miss those three.”
“I imagine you would. You were devastated when they passed.” Logan laid a hand on his son’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
“Yeah, they were my best friends for so long,” Janus whispered, thumbing over the photo once. “Did Dad ever tell you I took Jake to great-aunt Cathy’s funeral?” Logan let go of his shoulder and faced him with a raised brow.
“He did not. Why would he allow you to do that?”
“Oh, he didn’t,” Janus laughed. “I just told him about it when I convinced him to buy me John.”
“I see. You have always been very good at wrapping Remus around your finger. He just never learned how to say no to you.”
“Oh, please, I could wrap you around my finger just as well.”
“I can’t truly deny that,” Logan laughed.
“What are you two talking about without me?” Janus’ other father suddenly called from the door, making the other two turn around to face him.
“Just reminiscing a bit, dear,” Logan explained and held out a hand to Remus as an invitation to join them. “Want to take some time to just look at some pictures together?”
“Hell yeah! Anything that gets me out of carrying me stuff to the garage!”
Janus chuckled as he watched his Dad’s antics. He was going to miss both of his fathers so much but as strange as that may sound, he kinda looked forward to it.
Some time ago I wrote a [POST] about Janus being Logan’s and Roman’s child. Here are some pictures to illustrate that :>
I don’t really have any New Year’s Resolutions, but I’d really like to finish all the sketches and half-made drawings I started in 2020... That’s one of them. It’s been waiting for my attention since October...
(Also... My laptop screen stop making people’s skin look like they use ash and flour for face make-up challenge. Why does it always seem okay on my tablet and then looks dull and unnatual on desktop :<)
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Previous drawings: [Anxceit], [Roman], [Analogical], [Remus with a flowerpot], [Analoceit Podcast AU], [sad Roman] , [Logan with red hair]
Okay but single dad Logan vehemently ignoring anyone who tells him to forcibly discipline his toddle because he lies all the time. And that his lying is the mark of a bad kid and that he really should have adopted a better one.
Logan just seething as he carries his kid away, Dee’s sobs muffled in his shoulder as he heard every word from the so called “respectable parents”.
Synopsis: Janus has had some.. interesting neighbors.
Word Count: 405
Third POV
Logan stared out his window, a look of pure awe crossing the young boy’s face. “Janus,” he called out, not moving an inch away from the window. “Janus, come look at this.”
Janus walked into the room. He had just put Logan’s little brothers to bed when called. Yawning, Janus walked over to him and put a hand on Logan’s shoulder, speaking softly, “What is it, Starlight? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Pointing out towards his window, Logan started talking excitedly. “Look! There’s smoke coming from the bottom of Mr. Abdul’s house.” With an excited squeal, he started to dance in his spot. Unable to contain his excitement. “He’s really gonna do it!”
Janus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Mr. Abdul, their neighbor, is all Logan’s been talking about for the past week. He’s an old man and retired college professor at a STEM-based college. There wasn’t anything innately special about him. Well, besides the fact that he refused to take any of his prescribed medication. And that he keeps going on and on about how the planet was in shambles and was only get worse. Janus took a deep breath before turning Logan’s head to face him. “Logan, star, you have to understand that Mr. Abdul is…” He trailed off as a bright light flashed into the room, finally forcing him to look out the window. “Holy Jesus Christ Superstar.”
The sight was indescribable. There, across the street, was Mr. Abdul’s home secreting large clouds of smoke. The smell of burning grass filled the air, alarming Janus. He hurried to close the glass of the window, forcing Logan’s head down and away from the window. Just in case something broke the window.
Logan peaked his head up a bit with the widest smile only seen in childhood. Just then the house started lifting off from the ground. And there, leaning out of his second-story window, was Mr. Abdul, waving his hat to all who were watching. “See ya, suckers. I’m going to the stars!” He kept waving and waving until no one could tell if he was even still outside.
“Logan. Dear. Starlight.” Janus shakily grabbed Logan’s face with both of his hands to make sure he was listening to him. “What- what was that?”
A look of confusion crossed the little boy’s face. “Didn’t Emile tell you, Janus?”
