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Single side parent Remus who raised the tiny terror that is kid side Janus.
Biter of the ankles
Gnawer of furniture and books
Chaotic caterpillar
Taker of the blankets
Little hisser of the blanket fort
Little gargoyle on Remus’s shoulder/upper arm
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bet yall thought this was dead hahahaha oops my bad. been struggling with my writing mojo but it’s hit me in a rush now im on midterm break
The next time Remus saw Logan, it was a very safe observation to make to say that the man looked haggard.
It was afterschool. Remus was running a little later than usual, and he had pulled up outside school to see William and Patton sitting on the front steps, chatting. A moment later, Logan came down and lowered himself onto the step beside them, and even from here, Remus could tell the man looked exhausted right down to his bones.
Before he could really stop himself, Remus was climbing out of the car to go say hello.
With Virgil on his hip, Remus was half-way across the courtyard before he had the thought that maybe this was a weird thing to do. But he’d gotten this far and it’d look worse if he turned around and went back, and hell, William hadn’t even noticed him yet. He and Patton were still avidly talking, and it was Logan whose eyes first fell on him.
And Remus didn’t miss how Logan’s pinched expression softened as their eyes met.
“Hello, Mr Picani,” Remus called with a smile. “Hello, Patton. Hiya, Will.”
“Oh! Hi, Da,” William smiled back, before turning back to Patton to continue talking.
“Hello!” Patton flung him a greeting as well before his attention went back to William.
“Greetings,” Logan said with a soft smile as Remus sat down next to the teacher on the front steps, shifting Virgil into his lap. “How’re you, Remus?”
“Not too bad, thanks,” Remus shrugged. “I’m going back to work on Monday, finally.”
“That means you’re well enough?”
“It does indeed.”
“I’m glad,” Logan replied. Remus studied Logan’s face closely, almost challenging Logan to look away, but Logan did not. He just sat there, blinking slowly, letting Remus evaluate him.
“I might be well,” Remus said, “but it doesn’t look like you can say the same.”
“I…” Logan’s eyes flicked towards Patton briefly, before he shrugged. “It’s nothing.”
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Remus spent an embarrassingly long amount of time every day just… thinking about Logan. Sometimes he’d be caught daydreaming, usually by Scarlett, who after the fourth time, demanded to know what he was thinking about.
“Oh,” Remus stammered, and the way he was turning red really didn’t help his case. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Scarlett teased, crossing her arms and shooting him a look. “No one turns that red unless romance is involved, Remus.”
Remus spluttered an incoherent response as Jamie stopped beside Scarlett, and folded her arms too. Remus pressed a hand to his face to hide the growing smile, embarrassed over how hot his face really was.
“It’s, uh, just, nothing, okay? Leave me alone!” he repeated, twisting his collar between his fingers. “It’s got nothing to do with him, okay?”
“Ohh, a him, is it?” Scarlett seized the information with glee, grinning as Remus cussed out his own mistake. He began pacing, he had to do something.
“I’m going to explode,” he declared, waving his hands about. “I’m going to spontaneously combust if we keep this up. You’ll have to scrape me off the walls, Scarlett.”
“At least I’ll get overtime,” she joked. “Tell us about him! Come on, Remus! Don’t leave us in the dark!”
“What if I want you to be in the dark?” Remus shot back, turning on his heel and doing his best to give her an authoritative stare. “It’s- look, we’ve only had one date, alright? It’s too soon to-”
“A date!” Jamie crowed, clapping her hands. “Oh, that’s marvellous, Remus!”
“Goddammit!”
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Yo these chapters are really piling up huh. realised it’s once again been a while and ive had a burst of inspiration! this chapter’s even edited! lmao
Now it seemed the tables had finally turned on Remus. Every single time of him helping Roman pick outfits, makeup palettes, shoes, vibes; it all came to this. Because it was Sunday morning. And Roman was helping him pick out an outfit for a first date.
“Oh, I forgot,” Roman groaned loudly as he threw Remus’ wardrobe doors open. “You own too much plaid.”
“No such thing!” Remus shot back with a snort. “I, personally, cannot wait to expand my collection.”
“It’s all green!” Roman cried.
“Yeah!” Remus came over to rest a hand on Roman’s back, grinning wickedly. “It brings out my pallor.”
Roman laughed, and started rifling through his clothes. Remus watched him with a touch of anxiety, watching him shuffle past some of his old favourites, before he was nodding quietly to himself, pulling out a selection.
“Here’s what I’m thinking,” he said, turning to lay the clothes out on the bed. “Nice tidy shirt, with jeans. Your blue ones will be fine. Those nice black shoes you’ve got, and-”
“My leather coat,” Remus added.
“Yeah, that’d look great,” Roman nodded along. “I like this shirt, personally.” He gestured to the one he’d retrieved from the wardrobe. It was a black button-up, with a thin, green thatched pattern across it.
“And,” Roman added, holding up a finger, “I’ve got something I think will add to this ensemble nicely.”
Remus watched him duck out of the room, and he rubbed his arms as he waited for Roman to come back. There was a shuffling sound, before William, with Virgil in his arms, poked around the door.
“Hi, Da,” he said, smiling at his father. “You goin’ out?”
“I am,” Remus smiled back, shifting on his feet. “I’m going to go and have lunch with… a friend.”
“Mr Picani?”
Remus spluttered, trying not to turn red and laughing to try and keep his embarrassment down. “You don’t miss much, do you, kid?” he wheezed. “…Yeah.”
“He’s very nice,” William said, matter-of-factly. “I think you’ll have a nice time. I promise I’ll look after Virgil and Uncle Roman really good while you’re out.”
“I’m sure you will, rattlesnake,” Remus smiled, and he bobbed down as William hurried over, and he enveloped both his sons in a hug.
Roman hurried back in then, and with a huff, Remus picked up both his sons, setting them on one hip each, and they all expectantly looked at Roman, who was biting his lip and trying not to laugh. “Hi!” he chirped. “So, this was going to be a birthday present, but I think this is the perfect time. Happy Easter, Remus.”
He threw a package at Remus, who had no way of intercepting it as it bounced harmlessly off his chest. However, William swiped it before it went down, and glanced at Remus for permission.
“Go on,” Remus winked, nodding towards the present.
William ripped into it eagerly, and from it withdrew a beautiful green scarf.
Remus carefully set his children down, before taking the scarf out of William’s pliant hands. It was a most beautiful bottle green, and the softest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of touching. It had silver stitching around the hems, and Remus was in shock, because this was… this was clearly expensive.
“It’s cashmere,” Roman said quietly, shuffling on his feet. “Is… do you like it?”
Remus couldn’t find the words. He lifted it to his face and pressed it to his cheek, closing his eyes as just how nice this gift was hit him, before he was tossing the the scarf over his shoulder and rushing over to catch his brother in a hug.
Roman caught him, and they latched onto each other tight.
“Is that a yes?” he teased lightly, but Remus could hear how thick his voice had gotten all of a sudden.
“Yeah,” Remus mumbled back. “S’great.”
This was dumb. It was just a scarf. But as Remus ran his fingers over it again as he pulled away from the hug, he knew without a doubt that this scarf was one of the most expensive things he’d ever been given.
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snek blep?
He says "hi"
How do you respond?
babey! I shall bop the snek
I know I said I was gonna work on the Royal au but... 💛 yeah.
I love them! Especially Janus’s lil blep
A smol Noodle 💕
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Cartoon Therapy: Emile Sanders Shorts: Remy (Sleep) Sanders Sides: Janus Blurb: Emile had said he was making a sweater for a friend. Only he neglected to tell Remy that this friend wasn’t exactly…well…human. Fic Type: General, NotQuiteHuman!AU, Kid!Janus Overall Fic Warnings: Extra Limbs, Implied Child Abandonment Taglist in Reblog
“You didn’t have to come.”
Remy flinched at the unexpected rumble from the towering man walking next to him. After three days spent with Emile, he was sure that he would have such a reaction under control sooner rather than later…so long as the dude stopped speaking up out of the blue like this that is.
Emile licked his lips, adjusting his glasses as he held the tissue wrapped package closer to his chest. “Really.”
Remy took a sip from his Starbucks cup, savoring the warmth of the hot chocolate in the chill evening air, glad that the snow had stopped falling for a glacier minute. “Gurl.” He looked up over the rims of his sunglasses and smirked, again trying to not take it to heart that this guy was a good hulking foot taller than him. “I soo did. With all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into helping you–you owe me this at least.”
It wasn’t everyday that he walked into the room reserved for teaching beginners how to be dressmakers in search of an extra spool of green thread to find this unexpectedly gentle giant awkwardly hunched over the sewing machine attempting to make….something.
He’d heard the term bull in a china shop before, but Remy had never felt the term applicable to anyone until he saw Emile. He’d been sure one wrong twitch of his dinner plate sized hands would mean bye bye sewing machine.
Of course, after getting the big guy to spill the beans and admit that he’d been trying to make a sweater for a ‘friend’ by threatening to kick him out of the sewing lab for being there outside hours; Remy had learned that just like the Mythbusters had proven, despite Emile’s wrestling sized figure, he was just as delicate as the bull in the episode had been. His large fingers were far more dexterous -if prone to being pricked by needles- than Remy had expected of the guy who could probably crush a watermelon with his bare hands.
But that didn’t mean he’d leave this amateur to his own devices. No Ma’am! Not after he’d seen the pitiful first attempt of something that could have been a sweater fit for a large teddy bear or maybe a small child, Remy had delegated himself as Emile’s pseudo teacher if only to ensure no sewing machines ended up crushed into teacups.
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