Heya! I haven’t written a real fic on this tumblr yet, but @tinysidestrashcaptain inspired me to write a tiny sides fic so this is the result! I hope you enjoy!
Royal Nightmare
Ships: (None)
Word ~ 830 ~
Warnings: Nightmares, crying. (Let me know if there is anything else.)
Logan’s padded footsteps sounded quietly as he tiptoed slowly through the dark hall in only his socks. He had just tucked Virgil into bed with his favorite Nightmare Before Christmas plushy and now had plans of finishing a chapter of his book before exhaustion completely overtook him. Patton had put Roman to bed only an hour earlier, and was not surprised to see the moral aspect sitting on the couch waiting for him, with Logan’s book in his hands.
Patton gave a little smile as the logical side quietly sauntered to his side and sat next to him, the same smile gently spreading across Logan’s own face.
“How are you doing?” Patton asked quietly, the distance between them and the rooms muffling their voices enough. Logan took a gentle breath and leaned his head on Patton’s shoulder.
“Unfortunately, I am exhausted. Ever since Roman and Virgil became toddlers, It seems as if I’ve done nothing but correct their behaviour.” Patton placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“I understand Logan, but you can’t blame them. They don’t really understand, nor do they get that how they act tends to tire us out! All we can do is just...help them until they return back to their normal age and size.” Logan nodded into Patton’s neck.
“I understand that Patton. It doesn’t, however, change the energy output it takes to curb those two.” Patton just hugged him close, running a few comforting fingers through the loose strands of his hair. Logan gives a gentle sigh, leaning into the comforting touch that Patton was providing.
This continued for a minute or two, until the soft turn of a door knob alerted the two sides to some movement down the hall. Roman’s door slowly swung open and a small princey dressed in red pajamas clutching a tigger plushy to his chest, could be seen trying to sneak out of his room.
At first, Logan and Patton watched curiously as the child stepped towards them cautiously, only breaking into a run when the outline of his silhouette was illuminated by the kitchen light.
Logan and Patton caught Roman with ease as he hurled his small body on his two sources of comfort. Their faces skewed with worry as the sound of Roman’s muffled cries filled their ears. Upon instinct, Patton pulled Roman into his lap, rubbing his back as the boy’s tears wet Patton’s cardigan. Logan put his hands on Roman’s shoulders, hoping to soothe the child in any way he could.
“Shhh...shhh it’s okay, Roman. We’re here for you.” As Patton comforted the tiny form, the cries began to lessen, but Roman was in no position to move from where he was. Logan rubbed his shoulders, knowing that physical contact was one of the ways that tiny Roman knew he was safe and secure. It warmed his heart when he felt a much smaller hand gently creep onto the knuckles of his own. Patton gave the tiny hand a kiss, and to their relief a gentle giggle could be heard.
Roman lifted his head and his tear streaked face met theirs. It was obvious that he had been crying about something and Patton wanted to do nothing more than kiss every cheer off those cute cheeks of him.
“Oh Roman…” Patton whispered gently, as he cupped the kids face gently and wiped the tears away. Roman started crying again, cuddling Patton’s hand and his plushy. “Did you have a night terror?” Roman only nodded, holding Logan’s hand and snuggling into Patton.
“Would you like to talk about it?” Logan inquired, watching in sorrow as Roman’s bottom lip quivered.
“...mmh...I was fighting in a war. A war for my princes.” He looked up at Patton and Logan, determination shining in his eyes, but it was quickly corrupted when he told the rest of his nightmare. “But...I didn’t win. I lost my princes.” He snuggled into Patton and Logan harder. “I never wanna lose you two again!” He cried again into their chests, the sobs shaking his entire form.
“You won’t lose us Roman. We are right here. We’ll always be here for you.” Patton just hugged him closer as Logan cuddled into Roman as well.
“As Patton says, nothing can displace a family.” Roman turned to look at him as his sobs turned into gentle cries.
“Virgil too?” He asked cutely and Patton smiled.
“Virgil too.”
Roman made grabby hands for Logan and Patton gladly passed the young prince to Logan’s hold. He fisted his hands in Logan’s shirt and nestled into his chest. The logical side gently bounced him and Roman’s whimpers turned into gentle giggles as he leaned into one of his prince’s chests. Patton scooted over and joined the cuddle session, after taking a quick picture.
Roman clung onto them dearly, as if he was afraid that his nightmare was about to come true. “I love my princes. I love you so much.”
Summary: Patton is babysitting his three younger cousins. The oldest, Logan, says that he is sick and can’t go to school, but Patton can tell that something else is going on.
Content warnings: mention of illness, li'l bit of lying, discussion about bullying and dehumanization, crying, alexythemia, tickling.
Notes: Hello! Anonymous Turtle here again to drop a tiny!Sides angsty/hurt-comfort/fluffy fic! Enjoy! <3
Patton was staying over at his cousins’ house on a Thursday this time. His community college schedule was so much easier to work with for babysitting than his high school schedule had been, and his aunts were grateful for his help, since they were so busy with their business and travels.
Sitting in the living room while Virgil read a book and Roman ran around, rescuing stuffed animals from various precarious situations, Patton hadn’t expected Logan to come out of his room before dinner. He was usually busy with his homework. But Logan had been particularly quiet all day, and he came into the living room looking pale and tired.
“Patton? I don’t feel well,” he stated.
Concerned, Patton held his hand out. “C’mere, kiddo, sit down next to me.” He took the 10-year-old’s hand and felt his forehead. “I don’t think you have a fever, honey. What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”
“Um…my stomach hurts.”
There was something strange in Logan’s voice and Patton narrowed his eyes, trying to identify it. “Show me where, kiddo?”
Logan gestured vaguely at his stomach. He wasn’t meeting Patton’s eyes. “I just…don’t feel well. I don’t think I can go to school tomorrow.”
Patton’s eyebrows shot up. Logan had never told him he didn’t want to go to school. The last time he had been sick, he had tried to convince his moms that the thermometer was malfunctioning and had only accepted that he had to stay home when he had started throwing up. Something was definitely wrong, and it wasn’t a stomachache. Carefully, Patton said, “How about you lay down for a little while and we see how you’re feeling in the morning, okay, Lo? C’mon, I’ll walk with you back to your room and get you a glass of water.” He kept his hand on Logan’s shoulder as they headed down the hallway to Logan’s bedroom.
Curling up on his side, Logan gathered up the corner of his quilt in his hands and held onto it like someone else might hold a stuffed animal, clinging to it for comfort. Patton left him there for a minute to get a glass of water. He returned quickly and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Logan,” he said gently. “You can talk to me, you know that?”
“I told you, I have a stomachache,” Logan muttered.
Patton sighed and started rubbing the kid’s back softly. “Now, I don’t know if that’s the truth, but there’s more to it than that, kiddo. Talk to me, please.”
Logan sniffed and said nothing.
“Why don’t you want to go to school, Lo?” Patton pressed.
“Stomachache,” insisted Logan.
“Lying is wrong, Logan.” Patton kept his voice gentle, but made sure Logan could tell he was serious. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise. I can tell that something big is bothering you, and I don’t like that you’re keeping it a secret. So talk to me. I’m here, kiddo.”
A shudder ran through Logan’s body. “I don’t want to go to school,” he whispered.
“Okay. You’ve gotta tell me why, though, honey, or I can’t do anything about it.”
Logan’s silence told Patton that this was going to be more difficult than he had anticipated.
“Did you get in trouble?” Patton guessed. “A bad grade? Argument with your teacher?”
The kid shook his head at all of them.
“Got a crush and you’re scared to see them?”
“Gross, no,” Logan replied, sounding rather disgusted.
“A falling out with a friend, then? Someone being mean to you?”
That last one didn’t get a head shake. Logan just gripped the quilt harder and curled up a little tighter.
“Logan, someone is being mean to you?” Patton didn’t let any anger sneak into his voice. He continued to rub his little cousin’s back as he added, “Logan, if someone is bullying you, you need to tell me. I can help.”
“They’re calling me a robot,” mumbled Logan. “And they don’t like me because I’m smarter than they are.”
“Oh, Logan…okay. How long has this been going on?” Patton asked.
“Well…” Logan hesitated. “Pretty much always. But this one boy is getting worse. And he started a rumor that I have a computer for a brain and that it isn’t even a good computer because I used a slang word wrong last week so now they say that my computer has a virus and nobody wants to be around me.”
Patton swore inside his head. How dare people be mean to his little cousin? Sure, Logan might be a little strange, but he was smart and kind even when he didn’t understand some social cues. “I’m really sorry they’re doing that to you, Logan. Have you told any teachers that it’s happening?”
“No. I don’t think they’d do anything about it, anyway. They never have for anyone else who came to them about anything,” Logan said.
“Unfortunately, that isn’t unusual. There isn’t much they can do, especially if they don’t see it happening. It might be better to go to the principal–but maybe when your moms come back, okay? In the meantime…” Patton hesitated. He didn’t like the idea of letting Logan stay home when he wasn’t sick, but he also didn’t like the idea of sending him off to school to be bullied. “You can stay home tomorrow. We can email your teacher and ask her to send your classwork here so you don’t get behind.”
“I don’t want to tell my moms.”
“It’s hard, but you gotta, Lo. This isn’t something I can fix with a snap of my fingers. I wish I could.”
“I shouldn’t be so upset about something so stupid.”
“Hey,” Patton scolded. “First of all, it isn’t stupid. Well, the kids who are mean to you are being stupid, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt by it. And second, you’re allowed to be upset. You don’t have to hide your feelings. Even the ones you don’t like are important and they need to be felt. Believe me, kiddo, I’ve spent a long time working on that myself.”
“I know that they’re just…just doing it to get a reaction, or to help their own egos,” Logan said, his voice shaking a little. “But–“
“But that doesn’t make it hurt any less, Logan. I know. I know.”
“The books tell me to ignore it and they’ll stop, but I have ignored it and they don’t stop. And I sometimes wish I was a robot because…because then I wouldn’t feel it.” Logan shivered. He felt tense under Patton’s hand, like he was holding back a sob.
“It seems like it would be easier, Lo. I know. Oh, kiddo. Look at me, honey, can you sit up?” Patton helped Logan sit up, tilting his chin up so he could see the kid’s face. His heart broke as he saw the barely concealed tears in Logan’s eyes. “Take a deep breath, Logan. Can I hug you, kiddo?”
Logan’s lip quivered. He hesitated for a second before falling into Patton’s arms with a quiet sob.
“I’ve gotcha,” Patton murmured. He swayed from side to side, holding the kid tightly and cupping the back of his head. “There, there, Lo, you’re gonna be okay.”
“I don’t want to be crying,” Logan whimpered.
“Shhh, shhh. It’s okay.” Patton ran his fingers through Logan’s short brown hair. “But you gotta get the sad out sometimes. I’ve got you, kiddo.” He removed Logan’s glasses carefully and set them on the bedside table so they didn’t press into the child’s face when he hid against Patton’s chest to cry. “That’s it, I’ve gotcha. Shhh, you’re okay, baby. You’re okay. I’ve gotcha, for as long as you need to keep crying. Don’t try to force yourself to stop, that’s not healthy, okay? Just make sure to keep taking deep breaths.”
Logan’s arms were wrapped around Patton’s waist. He sobbed freely, wet splotches beginning to form on Patton’s blue t-shirt. It seemed like he had been holding this in for a while. At one point, Virgil came by and poked his head into the room. Patton gave him a smile and a reassuring thumbs-up, letting him know the situation was under control. Virgil nodded and left.
“Shhh, shhh,” Patton said softly. He moved his hand in wide, gentle circles on Logan’s back underneath his shirt. It seemed to be working to calm him down, and his sobs slowly got quieter and less distressed. “That’s it, you’re alright, sweetie. Deep breaths, you’re gonna be fine.”
“I feel bad,” Logan lamented. “And I don’t understand it.”
“I know, kiddo,” Patton sympathized. Logan had alexithymia, which meant he had a hard time identifying emotions in himself and in other people. “It does feel bad when people are mean to you. But you’re probably relieved to have told someone, and I know it’s hard to believe but you’ll probably feel better after crying. You might not have recognized that you needed to cry, but you definitely did. Probably for a while now.”
“Maybe,” Logan allowed. “I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay,” reassured Patton. “Don’t worry about it if you can’t figure it out. That’s just fine. The hugging helps, though?”
“Yeah. Cause you asked first. I don’t like it when people don’t ask first.” Logan was still squeezing Patton around his torso, as tight as his skinny arms could.
“That, my friend, is completely normal. And you can stay right here for as long as you need.” Patton leaned back against the wall, Logan completely in his lap now. He saw a few more tears slip down Logan’s face, but there were no more heavy sobs.
After a couple minutes, Logan leaned back, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Thanks,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, kiddo. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Patton hurried to the bathroom to grab some tissues and a wet washcloth. He handed the tissues to Logan, who blew his nose with a lot of sniffles. “Okay, tilt your head up, Lo. There you go.” He washed off the kid’s face with the washcloth, leaving the damp towel over his eyes for a minute. “There! No red splotchiness. How are we doing, honey?”
“Better…I think. And you won’t make me go to school tomorrow?” Logan checked.
Patton sighed. “Yeah, Lo, I’m not making you go to school tomorrow. But you do have to do all your classwork that the teacher sends you.”
Logan nodded emphatically. “Of course!”
“Okay, now be honest. Did you really have any stomachache?” Patton asked him, giving him a knowing look.”
Logan at least looked slightly abashed. “No,” he mumbled.
Patton clicked his tongue. “Lo, you should know better than to lie to me!”
“Sorry!”
“I’m not mad, but there’s gonna be consequences.”
“Okay…?”
A smile twitched the corner of Patton’s lips. “Lo, I don’t want to startle you, but I’m gonna grab you now, okay?”
“I–okay?” Logan said, confused.
Patton pounced, grabbing his cousin by the hips and pulling him back into his lap. He began squeezing at Logan’s sides, wiggling his fingers. Logan immediately started to laugh and squirm.
“No! No tickles, Pat!”
“Sorry, but you lied to me!” Patton teased. “Gotta face the consequences, kiddo!”
Logan didn’t have much of a fight response when he was tickled. Instead, he went limp after a couple seconds and let out squeaky, high pitched laughter. “Pa-a-atton!” he yelped. “Noooo, that’s no-o-ot fa-a-air!”
Patton giggled, pinning the kid down very gently to tickle at his tummy. “Hm? Sorry, I can’t understand you, I think you’re laughing too hard!”
“Tha-a-at tickles!” Logan squealed as Patton lifted up his shirt to scratch at his belly-button.
“Good! It’s a perfect punishment for lying to me and it’ll cheer you up,” Patton told him, smiling at the merry laughter coming from his cousin’s mouth. It was a nice change from the sobbing from a few minutes ago. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Lo! Let’s see, how many ribs do you have?”
“H-humans ha-a-ahahah–have twe-e-enty f-ou-our ribs!” Logan laughed. “You do-o-on’t need to cou-ou-ount them, Pa-a-atton, no-oo-o!”
“Twenty-four, huh? Let’s check!” Patton walked his fingers along Logan’s ribs. “One, two, three, four–oh, you’re wiggling too much, I’ve lost count!” The game was usually more effective on younger kids–Roman fell for it every time, but Logan wasn’t protesting too hard and Patton was pretty sure he was happy that he wasn’t feeling sad and upset anymore. “I guess I’ll have to start over. One, two, three–no, stay still!”
“I ca-a-an’t!” giggled Logan. “It’s an involuntary respo-o-onse!”
“Hm, I’ll just have to hold you still then!” Patton tucked his leg over Logan’s to hold them down so he couldn’t kick, then used one hand to pin his wrists up above his head. Logan kept giggling. “Okay, that’s better! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” The higher he climbed with his fingers along Logan’s side, the louder the kid’s laughter became. Patton grinned. “Nine, ten, eleven, twelve! Yep, twelve on that side!” He gave Logan’s armpit a poke, eliciting a squeal. “Now I’ve got to make sure it’s the same number on both sides.”
“I-i-it is, I pro-o-omise!”
“Hmmm, I’m gonna check anyway. After all, you did lie to me earlier.” Patton started at the top on the other side, working his way down. “One, two, three…”
Logan pressed his head back against the mattress, trembling as he laughed.
“You sure did!” Patton patted his belly, giving him a second to breathe before starting to tickle under his arms again. He let go of Logan’s wrists so his arms could fly back down to his sides, trying to protect the ticklish spots but actually ending up trapping Patton’s fingers there. “Oh, dear, whatever shall I do now?” Patton teased, wiggling his index fingers into the sensitive skin. “Does that tickle?”
“Ye-e-es!” Logan protested. “Pat–” His laughter was weakening. “O-o-okay, I ge-eh-ahahaha! I get it! Plea-ea-ease!”
“Please what?” Patton inquired, but he started to slow down.
“Sto-o-op, no mo-o-ore ti-i-ickles!” pleaded Logan.
Patton pulled his hands away. “Had enough?”
Logan nodded, still giggling. He grabbed for Patton’s hands to ensure that he wouldn’t start tickling again. His eyes were bright, and the tears in their corners were from laughter instead of misery. Patton’s heart warmed, though he couldn’t help being angry at the kids from his cousin’s school. How dare they accuse this precious child of being a robot or a computer? He had feelings, whether or not he could identify them! He was just a kid.
“No more,” Logan panted.
“No more,” Patton agreed. “All done, kiddo. Learned your lesson?”
“No lying,” Logan said dutifully.
“That’s right, no lying. And talk to me when something is bothering you!” Patton let Logan sit up. “Want to go back to the living room, make sure Roman hadn’t broken anything yet?”
“Okay–I already finished all my homework!”
“Good for you, kiddo! I’m gonna start making dinner soon. Thinking pasta. How does pasta sound?” suggested Patton.
“That sounds good.” Logan hopped off the bed. “Okay, I’m going to check to make sure Roman hasn’t shattered the vase on the counter.”
“Ooh, yeah, that’s a good idea,” Patton said quickly, and followed Logan into the living room. Thankfully, Roman had not broken anything and was laying on the floor babbling about something to a stuffed dragon. “How ya doing, Ro-ro?”
“Dragon Witch gave up!” Roman proclaimed.
“That’s great, kiddo.” Patton shook his head fondly, ruffled Roman’s hair, and went into the kitchen so he could start dinner.
Cef: Omg! Turtle anon! Back at it again with another amazing piece of fanfiction! Seriously you are so good! Keep writing friendo! Ily!
• Hes just a sweet bab
• But will mcfrickin fight u for sour gummy worms
- "Deceit those are not for all the time!" *cue scissors flying at the walls*
• He does the duckling thing where hell pick a person and follow them everywhere for the day
- Roman turns a corner and, there he is, just standing in the hall waiting for roman.
- "Uhhhhh hi?"
- "You turn." And he just follows roman around for the day
• Logan just holes himself in his room bc nope. Not dealing w/ that. Nope. Nuh-uh.
• but GUESS WHAT MY DUDE
• Deceit will a l w a y s find a way.
•a l w a y s
• Logan: *doing whatever wild Logans do*
Deceit: *appears out of mcfrickin nowhere* Hi.
Logan: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT OH MY LORD-
Patton: *in the distance* WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE
Help! I’m puking from fluff!! This is so fluffy. I don’t even know how. This is a tiny sides fic. I saw the prompt on @tinysidestrashcaptain‘s blog and me having a soft spot for tickle fics, I just had to write it. No warnings except a crap ton of tickling and crap ton of fluff. I’m tag @pirate-patton too, because yes. If anyone wants to check out the ts tickle fics I’ve written in the past *cough* @cefstickles *cough* Anyways though. Hope you enjoy!
It had been about four weeks since the loving dad had been turned into a tiny tot and boy was the child rambunctious. He would get himself into all sorts of trouble without meaning too. From getting into Logan’s desk looking for paperclips to sneaking into Virgil’s room and fiddling with his headphones even when the the darker aspect had specifically told him not too.
You see, Patton had a hard time with the word “No” as young children do sometimes, so finding a system that the child would respond to was really hard for Virgil, Roman, and Logan. Luckily, the answer came to them subtly when one day Virgil noticed how the tyke responded to physical touch. Morality would always lean closer whenever one of the sides touched him. The sides took note and began to experiment with the new found information. At first it was a pat on the head, but that quickly evolved to a gentle hug, hand-holding, or even piggy back rides. But, the game of touch changed drastically when baby Patton got his first bout of tickles.
Roman remembers it like it was last week, because it basically was. They were all in the living room hanging out, Logan was reading aloud to the tiny tyke on his lap, while the other two played checkers on the floor. The teacher was gently running a hand across Patton’s back while the latter enjoyed both the sweet sound of Logan’s voice and the physical contact he was being given.
It happened when Logan’s hand had accidentally strayed to his side, causing the little tyke to let out an adorable giggle. This alerted the logical trait to the child on his lap as Patton looked up at him with curiosity and wonder. He raised an eyebrow at the young child after a grin had instantly spread across Patton’s face and said “Again! Again!” This caused Virgil and Roman to look up from their game of chess to see what little Pat was excited about.
Understanding what the child was wanting, Logan carefully put the book aside as he let a small smile play across his lips only motioning to Roman and Virgil to watch what was happening. Logan began by carefully rubbing Patton’s back in the same manner that he was before, but delicately moved his fingers to Patton’s sides. Upon contact, Patton instantly squealed and began to squirm on Logan’s lap, giggling delightfully.
Both sides ‘awwed’ but noticed that, Patton wasn’t stopping Logan. The logical trait only allowed the tickling to continue for a little bit longer, before he pulled his hands away. This left a panting, pouty Patton on Logan’s lap demanding more tickles. Roman wanted to tickle him right after, but a deduction from Logan suggested they use to their advantage by rewarding tiny Patton with tickles.
That had all happened last week and Roman still didn’t get his chance to tickle baby Patton. Now that Virgil and Logan were both busy with their own frivolities, Roman had his chance. The tyke had been relatively good today, keeping his hands away from things that shouldn’t be touched because at the end of the day he would be rewarded.
The royal was in the kitchen cooking a bowl of soup for himself and Patton when the tyke toddled in, obviously looking for Logan or Virgil. They had been the only ones that Patton had received tickles from before, so it was only natural to go back to them again. Roman gave a small smile before alerting the toddler of his presence.
“Why hello Patton. Are you looking for Virgil and Logan?”
“Uh-huh.” The tyke nodded his head vigorously up and down.
Roman put the soup on simmer before walking up to the toddler. “Well, I’m sorry to say, but it seems as if they are both busy at this moment in time. I do not think they are in the proper position to give you your daily dose of tickles.” The child’s head lowered sadly. “But, I know who can!”
Roman gave the tyke an eyebrow wiggle before moving to the couch in the living room, the child tailing behind curiously.
“How about I tickle thee?” Roman asked as he sat down. This earned a squeal of joy from the youngster as Patton threw himself onto Roman’s lap and squirmed upright and horizontally in order to face his fellow side.
“‘ickle me?” Patton asked sheepishly through his anticipated giggles. Roman didn’t think he could get any cuter.
“With pleasure my dear Patton, but do know that the true tickle monster has been deprived of his dinner for 1 week too long! And he is hungry!” With an evil smirk, Roman held up his wiggling fingers above Patton’s sides before gently lowering them and scribbling teasingly.
“Nuuuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!!” Baby Patton was in hysterics quickly, but enjoying every minute of it. Roman’s fingers gently darting from tickle spot to tickle spot, giving the child exactly what he wanted. Sadly, Roman had to stop to give the tiny tot the break he needed and just like all other times Patton didn’t want his tickler to stop.
“I’m sorry little prince, but you needed a breather.”
“No! More! More!”
Roman rolled his eyes and instantly picked him up, making all the extra sound effects, lifted up Patton’s shirt, and blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy. Patton squealed and laughed with more excitement than he ever had with the other two aspects. So much so, that when it was time for his next tickle session, Patton went straight for Roman, bounding towards him happily. And if you’d think for a second that the other sides weren’t jealous of this, then the looks on their faces would definitely prove you wrong.
Concept: The sides were turned into children, around seven years old. Thomas then must take care of all four as well as deal with whatever the consequences that come with the aspects of his personality are youngins. The original tinysides concept I believe started with @mewsicalmiss
also Pairings: As adults Roman/Patton
Warnings: Death, anxiety, I don’t think there are more but if there are please let me know!
Roman had just come back from the dreamscape world. He had felt pretty good about what he had done today, he decided to finally face the Dragonwitch. It had been a long day of sword fighting, he was not going to leave the cave until they were finally vanquished. Eventually, he finally got one good sword jab in that killed that mean Dragonwitch. Little did Roman know that the Dragonwitch had a son, Peter. Upon seeing his mother vanquished this boiled his blood, he vowed revenge on this Prince! Peter followed the Prince and realized Roman had other duties he had to attend to before leaving. Peter took this time to sneak into the mindscape.
Once in the mindscape Peter was a little disoriented, he looked around the room and found a large bed with a canopy above it. He found someone was still sleeping in that bed, it was Patton. Peter had time to think about what would be a suitable way to avenge his mother. Eventually, he decided that turning Roman’s friends and boyfriend into children would have to do. Peter had heard Roman scream that “This is to keep Patton safe!” before he killed the Dragonwitch. Before leaving the dreamscape Peter had concocted a potion to turn all four to children. He knew there were four because he had seen all of them roaming about the dream world at some time or another. He approached the sleeping side cautiously and sprinkled the potion on Patton and watched in delight as the side became a small child. He looked relatively peaceful, Peter was surprised that Patton had not woken up. Deciding that his work was done in that room he moved on to the next victim.
Peter then moved into the hallway. He heard some mumbling so he walked in the direction that he thought the noise came from. Eventually, he approached a door that was slightly cracked and he found Logan. Logan was sitting at his computer trying to make a detailed schedule for Thomas to follow. Peter couldn’t really understand what the logical side was mumbling but it sounded like, “The others better appreciate all the work and time that goes into this schedule. So help me if Patton or Roman try to change anything.” The door was slightly ajar so Peter slowly crept through the doorway and approached Logan. Once close enough he took some of the potion and chucked it at the side and watched as he began to decline in age. Figuring that he should not take any chances he had a sleeping potion, that was only temporary, five minutes at most, to sprinkle on this one to not interfere with the last side or the trap for the prince. With the logical side soundly sleeping in the computer desk chair as a small child, Peter moved on to the next victim.
Peter returned to the hallway hoping he chose the right way to find the last one, Virgil. Peter actually sort of related to Virgil in the way that other people and new situation made both of them extremely nervous so they avoided it at all costs. He approached the common room and found Virgil was asleep with Tumblr open on his laptop. Verge was sleeping on his stomach with his laptop in front of him on the couch. Peter was apprehensive about changing Virgil just because he connected with the anxious side on a level no one else had. He then thought about how Roman killed his mother and how proud she would be for avenging her. He wasn’t worried about Virgil waking up so Peter just poured the potion made for this side on Virgil and watched in amazement as the side shrunk down to being seven years old. He had wished they would be younger but seven was a good enough age.
Peter was making his way back to what he assumed was Roman’s room when he heard a noise from said room. He wasn’t sure exactly what was happening but wanted to be prepared so upon hearing the noise he grabbed the sleeping potion and the deaging potion and approached the room with caution, upon entering the doorway to his horror he found the Prince had returned early. Roman was looking in wonder at the tiny child sleeping in his bed. He wasn’t entirely sure but the child looked like Patton. He kneeled down next to the bed and started to attempt to wake the side. What Roman didn’t notice was that behind him Peter was approaching the fanciful side from behind ready to douse him in the potion. Roman could sense a presence out of the ordinary so he turned around. Once Roman turned around he was met with a face full of potion and Peter said, “this is for my mother.” Peter then returned to the dreamscape feeling proud of everything he had accomplished
Thomas was trying to make a video and needed input from his sides. He summoned the fanciful side in order to think up an idea. Roman appeared in his usual clothing but smaller.
Roman, “you called?”
Thomas obviously was taken aback by the seven-year-old, “What happened!”
Roman, “we aren’t really sure but it may have something to do with the dragonwitch”
Thomas “Did you say WE?!”
Roman then summons the other traits. Logan appears in a button-down shirt, khakis, and a clip-on tie. Patton appeared next in his cat onesie. Finally, Virgil appeared in an oversized hoodie to the point that you could only see his ankles.
Thomas squealing, “What the heck! You all are so small!!!!”
Virgil recoils at the loud noise, Thomas notices and tones it down slightly. Thomas looks at Logan for clarification.
Logan, “Well it seems we are all small, it’s Roman’s fault, and this is not good.”
Thomas stopped listening and had started playing pattycake with Patton.
Logan and Virgil both seemed very annoyed with this turn of events. Thomas stopped playing pattycake and decided to listen to the logical side.
Thomas, “Well obviously you guys can’t go back to the mind palace so I guess we are having a sleepover here!”
Roman and Patton begin squealing, while Logan and Virgil both glare at the other more outgoing sides and cover their ears. Thomas makes a mental note that Logan and Virgil are very sensitive to noise. Thomas starts to set up the living room for the sleepover but it can be difficult to prepare one room for five people to sleep in while also having the tiny sides going about their normal stuff. Logan had found crayons and decided to try and make a schedule for tonight’s festivities on the wall. Thomas upon seeing this had to stop putting down an air mattress to remove the crayon from the little logical side’s hand. “Logan, what made you think writing on the wall was a good idea? ” Thomas said. The little boy looked up at Thomas with the most innocent pair of brown eyes and his bottom lip started to quiver. “I was just trying to help! I wanted to make sure that our time is spent well tonight so that we can work on the video tonight” the tiny side said with a slight sadness in his voice. He was unsure of why the tone or the words that Thomas said made him so emotional. Patton upon hearing Logan’s voice walked over from the other side of the room to give him a hug. Logan still wasn’t terribly fond of human contact but somepart of him just wanted to be held, he became angry at these conflicting feelings. At least when he was an adult he could push his feelings down and tell himself that there is no rational reason to want human contact. The minute Patton’s hands were on Logan’s back he just found himself wanting to sob because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be hugged or pull away. Thomas saw that Logan was in distress but for some odd reason couldn’t bring himself to help because the closet behind the two hugging tiny sides may have a monster in it. Virgil was sitting on the couch watching everything unfold when he brought his attention to the mysterious closet, he had never seen anything inside there and was worried that there may be a monster in there who could hurt all three. This led the anxious side to influence Thomas that the closet and anything near the closet was a bad idea. Virgil could remember to an extent that monster did not exist but being seven and unsure made this more difficult. He began to pick at his nails and Thomas started to mimic the action. Thomas had decided that the two hugging sides could figure it out on their own while he sat on the couch staring at the closet. After a minute or so he remembered that there was no such thing as monsters and decided it was acceptable to go try and pry Patton off of Logan. At that moment Virgil had found his headphones and decided to put on My Chemical Romance which helped elevate the anxiety.
A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to get out! I’m not sure if I want to continue it or not. If you’d like me to I will.
Warnings: Anxiety attacks, passing out
Consequences Part 1
Consequences Part 2
Consequences Part 3
Consequences Part 4
Consequences Part 5
Part 6:
Virgil was standing to the side so that Roman could comfort Patton when he felt a strange sensation. The world had gone a little hazy and he was feeling lightheaded, then the world went black. The others watched in horror as the anxious trait fell to the floor, they noticed him hitting the floor before they noticed that he was no longer tiny. Logan was the first one to approach the anxious sides’ body crumpled on the floor. Logan, “Roman can you go get a wet washcloth and a blanket.” The tiny fanciful side left Patton’s side unwillingly but knew that he was the only option. Roman started rushing really wishing they were in the mindpalace so they could just make what they wanted to appear. He was moving so quickly that he missed a step on the way down, still very much not used to using these short little legs for running and questing. Roman knowing that Logan, the only one who would be capable of worrying about others currently, would be worried so he called back up the stairs, “I’m fine, just ignore all the noise you heard!” He could almost feel Logan rolling his eyes at the Prince’s pride, even at seven Logan was still sassy and Roman was still Thomas’ ego so had some issue admitting wrongdoing or mistakes. Roman had finally gathered himself and found a washcloth then had to figure out how to get it wet. He went and got a chair, thinking that being small is really tough, nothing should take this much work. After finally getting the washcloth damp and grabbing a blanket from the couch he made his way back to the stairs, the large blanket dragging behind him on the staircase. Once upstairs he walked to where Logan was located and handed the logical side the water while he spread the blanket over Virgil.
Roman returned to taking care of Patton, as best as one seven-year-old can take care of another. Patton was still in fetal position struggling with breathing in any sort of rhythm, still looking more like Virgil than himself. He looked gaunt and thinner somehow, even though barely any time had passed. With further inspection, Roman’s heart hurt seeing Pat this way. He wondered if Virgil felt this way most days and how he coped with it. Roman went back to sitting crisscross and put Morality’s head in his tiny lap, from this vantage point he could see that Thomas wasn’t looking much better than Pat. Thomas was slumped against the wall looking like he could pass out at any moment. Roman looked between Thomas and the moral side and began to feel overwhelmed. He was really beginning to wish they were all grown again, or for Virgil to at least be awake in order to help this situation. The uncertainty and overwhelming sensation that Roman felt had him near tears but he knew that he had to be strong since Thomas and Patton were a mess, so he decided to hold back the tears, he could cry later in a more suitable atmosphere.
Virgil bolted upright and looked around, he was terrified, Thomas, Roman, and Patton were all experiencing varying levels of anxiety and he could feel it, even though every instinct told him to run he had to fight it, the two seven-year-olds didn’t deserve to have to suffer through his burden. He turned toward where Thomas was, in awe and shock. After everything Virgil had made Thomas suffer through he never once saw the host look this defeated and powerless. Virgil knew that he had to get control over this situation he grabbed Thomas since he looked like he was the most stable, which wasn’t saying a lot given his competition. Virgil moved Thomas to the opposite side of the room where Roman and Patton were sat, he set Thomas against this new wall next to his tiny sides. Virgil sat in front of the three rather anxious sides, “Can you all hear me?” He got a nod out of Roman, a soft groan from Patton, and Thomas was staring blankly at him. Virgil, “Hey Logan can you bring me that washcloth?” Logan brought Virgil the washcloth not really sure what his plan was but interested to see. As an adult, Logan had read in-depth on how to help someone with anxiety come down from an attack, but his brain at seven could not filter that information when he needed it now. Virgil set the cold wet washcloth on the back of Thomas’ neck, he hoped the cold would help bring him back to reality, it did to an extent he looked like he was alive and processing again. Virgil, “Alright now that I think you all can hear me, we need to focus on other things. Let’s first try that breathing exercise Talyn gave us. In for four, hold for seven, and out for eight. Let’s do this a couple more times.” With each repetition, he could feel the anxiety in the room lessen. He was frustrated that all three of them had to feel the same way he did. He was anxiety, he made sure to take on all of that in order to keep the others safe. He was worried about how they would all react the next time he had an attack, would they be overbearing and make it worse since they know how bad it is? He shuddered at that thought, he had been coping with all these feeling for many years, while his tactics were not the healthiest, they kept the others safe. He would gladly put himself in harm’s way with his coping mechanisms if it meant the others and Thomas were safe.
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Concept: So this is a continuation of my tinysides fic but this is from the person’s point of view who caused them all to be tiny. There is also a flashback to them as adults.
Warnings: anxiety, depression, jealousy (I don’t think there are more.)
Consequences Part 1
Consequences Part 2
Consequences Part 3
Consequences Part 4
Consequences Part 6
Pairings: Virgil/ Logan (As adults!)
While Peter had to return to the dreamscape before having the chance to marvel at his work. He had a couple tricks up his sleeve, his mother had a crystal ball and he was certain that he could once again charm it to keep track of the four tiny sides. One of his pastimes was to watch what the four of them were doing, mainly Virgil, but sometimes he just wanted to know what it was like to have a family. Upon returning to his mother’s cave he realized that he was not prepared to enter whatever scene awaited him. Unbeknownst to him, Roman had given his mother a proper burial underneath a weeping willow tree on top of the hill. Not wanting to go into the cave he conjured up the crystal ball and went to the park. It only took him about an hour to get the crystal ball to show him the four sides. He was a little confused on why there were five when it first came about or that the fifth one was also grown. After watching for a while he gathered that the four tiny sides have a lot of influence on the adult. Peter’s focus was to watch Virgil. Some more time had passed and it had become apparent that being tiny was impeding the life of the adult they called “Thomas.” He had been watching intently as the panic spread among the children and they had to comfort Thomas as well as each other. Peter was watching the whole scene unfold in Thomas’ bedroom, he was proud of himself and the chaos and discourse that he had created. He was about to put the crystal ball away long enough to go grab something to eat, but then something had caught his attention. The Prince had said that he remembers hearing and seeing someone approaching before he became a child. Peter mentally kicked himself wishing he had been quicker and sneakier so that his identity could remain a mystery. Roman’s room had made Peter become more dramatic when seeking his revenge, the way he acted and things he said are not what normal people say, these things happen in the movies, not in real life! Peter was absent-mindedly watching the scene that played out before him while thinking about everything he could’ve done differently when getting revenge.
Then his eyes picked up on the slightest bit of magic in the crystal ball. It seems the potion was wearing off Virgil. Peter had been fond of the edgy side, he was very like Peter. It was nice to know that other people woke up some days and could not get out of bed. There were days when he would watch, that Virgil just laid in bed listening to music at the highest volume possible. Most days when Virgil was like that Peter noticed that no one really bothered him but recently the one with the tie had started to show up on these particularly bad days. Peter remembered vividly one-day Virgil had woke up looking like literal death, the eyeshadow wasn’t even necessary due to the bags underneath the anxious side’s eyes. Virgil had decided that even in his almost all dark room it was somehow still too light. He got up only to find a wet washcloth over his face. Virgil had worn sweatpants without a shirt to bed and instantly regretted his decision to wear pants. It was hotter than it ever had been before, Roman must have touched the thermostat. He then lowered the temperature in his room to a temperature made for actual humans to live in like 65 degrees Fahrenheit. He didn’t have the patience to wait for his room to fully drop to this acceptable temperature so he removed the sweats grabbed a washcloth and then dampened it and returned to bed. Once back safely in his bed he placed his headphones on and put the volume all the way up, he would never tell the others that on particularly bad days he had a special playlist consisting of Ultimate Storytime album as well as songs from Heathers the musical, specifically Thomas singing. While these two moments had made Virgil work overtime now that those events had passed without anything too traumatic, it meant that he could look back without too much anxiety. Virgil had “Meant to be Yours” turned on full volume with the washcloth over his eyes. With all these attempts at keeping stimulus out, he didn’t hear when Logan knocked on the door. Logan was trying to help Thomas make a schedule but that was near impossible on Virgil’s really bad days, so he opted to go to the anxious sides’ room. He knocked and waited for a response but one never came. Curiosity and worry overcame Logan’s logical thinking so he turned the knob and opened the door. It was much too dark to be able to gain any information from the room so he summoned a flashlight. With the flashlight in hand, he could see that Virgil was still lying in bed. Logan had already put logic in the wind so when approaching the bed, he became brave and crawled into bed. The slight movement of the bed scared Virgil that he pinned the logical side down to the bed. Virgil really didn’t want to turn on the lights or even interact with people but he had to know what person dared come into his room without permission and especially on a bad day. He made the lights go up and found himself in only his boxers sitting on Logan’s torso. The logical side looked terrified, Virgil quickly released him and tried to put as much distance between the two of them without it being too obvious. Logan slowly crossed the bed to where Virgil was now seated and tried to not stare or have his mouth open as he took in Virgil’s look. This obviously didn’t make sense since they all looked exactly the same but somehow looking at Virgil when he couldn’t hide behind his hoodie or run away. He finally sat next to the anxious side. Neither of them spoke, the other understanding that speaking was something that just wouldn’t work today. Logan grabbed Virgil’s hand and they sat like that for who knows how long, for each of the sides it felt like an eternity. He eventually got the courage to lay back, what he didn’t expect was for Virgil to do the same. So there they lay for the rest of the day Logan completely dressed in his usual teacherly attire and Virgil only wearing boxers. Eventually, Virgil became comfortable with Logan’s company and decided to initiate touch, he rolled over so that his head and chest were on top of Logan. They laid there until both of them fell asleep and then eventually woke up the next morning. Neither of them felt the need to talk about what happened yesterday but they both seemed content with allowing it to happen more frequently, every day would be best.
Peter had thought that it must be nice to have someone who is so concerned about you and to fully accept everything that is “wrong” with you. He had never experienced such unconditional support or love from anyone. He was jealous, he was even jealous just replaying the memory. Was he jealous of the support Virgil had or that Logan was the one who was able to give it to him? He immediately dismissed this thought, he wasn’t made to love.
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Concept: The sides are seven but still have some general knowledge and stuff from being 28.
Consequences Part 1
Consequences Part 2
Consequences Part 3
Consequences Part 5
Consequences Part 6
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Warning: Anxiety attacks and general, self-doubt, I don’t think there are others
Thomas was overwhelmed and sitting on the floor in his room. While Thomas knew he had faced worse things like heartbreak and other very emotionally charged things, having the aspects of his personality stuck at the age of seven was beginning to take its toll. The anxiety about the monster in the closet was just the beginning of things that shouldn’t affect a twenty-eight-year-old. He had no idea how they were supposed to do a vlog tomorrow when everyone was still seven. It was like Thomas couldn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. He wasn’t feeling very optimistic, at that point, Patton came in looking a little green.
All the negative thoughts were affecting Patton while he was the personification of Thomas’ morality he was also there to help support him in everything he did. Patton wasn’t feeling himself today, he was doubting, angry, scared, and maybe anxious. Virgil seemed to pick up on the father figure’s odd demeanor. He moved toward the moral side apprehensively. He could sense the emotions that were weighing down the embodiment of Thomas’ heart. He looked across the room where Thomas was seated, he didn’t look well. He looked pale, exhausted, and on the brink of an anxiety attack. Virgil was curious how that would work since he was Thomas’ anxiety and he felt fine, a little afraid of the unknown and not being a grown-up that nothing substantial enough to cause an attack. Logan was coaching Thomas on breathing and attempting to reassure him. Logan wasn’t too sure of the proper technique on consoling or comforting someone. He decided maybe some physical contact, Logan was obviously apprehensive of this new skill so he decided to sit crisscross in front of Thomas. The little logical side put his forehead against Thomas’, remembering something about grounding helping during a panic attack. Logan still had the majority of his facts, words, and other concepts but it was like they were blurry and out of focus that he couldn’t quite access all of them.
Anxiety shifted his focus from watching Thomas and Logan back to Morality. He had only taken his eyes off the Moral side for a minute at most and somehow it had gotten worse! Virgil went over and kneeled, upon further inspection, he realized that the Moral side now had darker eyeshadow than his own. Virgil wasn’t the best at comforting but he did know something about anxiety attacks and all the negative feelings that his father figure was experiencing. Virgil had an idea, he got up and walked to the door frame, “Roman get your ass up here!” The word “ass” got a slight grimace from the other three, they weren’t thrilled about cursing in the first place and it was only made worse by it being said by a seven-year-old. Roman began ascending the stairs but became a little nervous as he approached because he could feel all the negative energy waiting for him at the top of the steps. He wanted oh so very much to retreat but princes were brave and fearless, whatever was waiting for him at the top of the steps he deserved. He began to mentally prepare himself for the lecture or yelling that he thought would originally accompany this predicament. Once atop the stairs, he noticed that Virgil looked worried. Roman approached him slowly not wanting to make anyone angrier, “You called for a Prince?” Virgil rolled his eyes, not sure why Princey thought now would be an appropriate time to make a joke. Virgil grabbed the Prince gently by his arm to bring him to the unsettling scene in Thomas’ room. Roman paled at seeing Thomas in such a state, eventually, Virgil nudged the Prince to direct his attention to the Moral side. Roman looked like he was about to pass out upon seeing Patton in such a state. Princey quickly put on a brave face and approached him slowly. He sat in front of Patton and started to talk the Moral side through the breathing exercise Tayln had given Thomas. Virgil took this time to get some information about their situation from Roman since everyone was in the room and could pay attention when needed. Virgil, “So why are we seven?” Roman, “Well I had gone on an adventure earlier in attempt to keep us all safe from the Dragonwitch. Then I had some things to take care of before I left the dreamscape.” Virgil thought that it was sweet that Princey wanted to all of them but he would never say it out loud. Virgil retorted with, “Well she wouldn’t be able to come into the mind palace anyways so what was the point?” Roman was now sitting with Patton’s head in his lap which looked a little odd with both of them being tiny. Roman then stated, “That’s not the point! It is my job to protect all of you! I never thought she would get in the mind palace but since she was something in my side she became my problem.” He realized that he sounded a little defensive and blushed a little. Virgil wasn’t prepared for Princey to argue about this, “So then how did we get this way?” Roman thought and vaguely remembered something from right before being deaged, “Well I remember coming back through the portal to the mind palace. Then I remember finding Pat in my bed sleeping, but by then he was already seven. I looked up from the bed and saw someone approaching me, he then said something about this being for his mother before throwing the potion on me.” Virgil thought this made sense, “So we are seven because you killed someone’s mother! You couldn’t have just set a trap, talked to her, or found magic to keep her away!” Virgil was becoming overwhelmed with this situation, he could remember everything from being an adult but it was like anything that wasn’t “appropriate” for his new age was fuzzy. Virgil remembered sleeping on the couch, he vaguely remembered someone placing a blanket on him, and then he woke up like this. Logan then spoke, “So how do we fix it, Princey?” Roman thought as he ran his fingers through the curled father figure’s hair, then he spoke, “I’m not sure but we have to fix it soon because Thomas nor Pat can take much more of this.” As Roman spoke he was looking at Thomas but then something caught his eye, he moved his head to look more directly at it. Virgil was becoming an adult again.
