#child!sides

title: Safe

au: LRVerse

description: Devin is a Good Big Brother™️ (we been knew sis)

genre: f l u f f

word count: 552

a/n: oh god non pretty much every older brother prompt is so Devin how can i choose 😭 ok no having this be set when they were kids did make it easier (i had to choose two) lets do thiiiiissss

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“Vin!” Virgil cried out as he tried to grab his brother’s arm.

“Noooo, V it’s Devin! De-vin. Thought you woulda learned by now.” Devin said.

“At this point I think he just likes calling you Vin, honey.” Eleanor, the boys’ mom, said.

“Yeah, I guess. Think he’ll ever say my real name?” Devin asked as he attempted to pick Virgil up.

“I’m sure he will when he’s older. He’s only four right now, and he’s a slow learner. Give him time,” Eleanor responded, watching her boys carefully. “For now you two need to go to bed. Can you carry him up?”

Devin nodded, and slowly started walking up the stairs. Eleanor turned on the lights once they reached their room, and helped them get changed into their matching Star Wars pajamas.

“Go brush your teeth, boys. And you put the toothpaste on Virgil’s toothbrush, Devin! I don’t want a repeat of last night!” Eleanor called out as the boys rushed to the bathroom.

While they finished up their night time routine together Eleanor set up their beds, and made sure their pillows were fluffed just right. Moms always do it best.

“Alright, babies, hop into bed.” she said as soon as they returned.

“Mooommm! I’m eight! I’m not a baby!”

“You’re my baby, Devin. Always will be. Deal with it. Now get in bed, goofball.”

“Wait!”

Eleanor and Virgil watched as Devin ran around the room checking inside the closet, under the beds, and every little nook and cranny of the room. He seemed confused rather than satisfied with his findings.

“I checked for monsters, but they’re all scared of me.” he said.

“Can’t find em?”

“No, V. They’re not here. I think we’re safe.”

“K. I wanna sleep now.”

Eleanor chuckled, and turned to tuck her little baby in, “Good night, storm cloud. I love you.” then kissed him on the forehead.

“Love you, mommy.”

“Now you, mister witch,” she said as she turned to face Devin. “get in bed before somebody drops a house on you.”

Devin giggled, and dove into his bed almost as if he was pretending to float. Eleanor knew better though, “Enough of that, or I’ll take away your broom privileges.”

“Okaaaaayyyy.”

Once the little witch was all tucked in Eleanor checked that the night lights were on then switched off the main lights, and left with one last, “Good night, boys.”

Devin immediately turned on his side, and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Virgil was wide awake, and scared.

Most of the time the night lights helped him, but now they were just ominous glows that casted scary shadows. The window showed spooky shilouettes. The old house creaked, and groaned with every step. Maybe the monsters weren’t gone.

“Vin? You wake?”

“Mhm. What’s wrong?”

“Scared. I think the monsters are here.”

“Come here. I’ll play with your hair until you fall asleep.”

Virgil slowly stepped out of bed, bringing Tod with him, and followed the light trail to his brother’s bed. Once there he climbed up, and crawled over to Devin who then pulled him into his arms. He started brushing his fingers through his wavy locks, and gently scratching his scalp. Virgil snuggled up to him as close as he could, and let his heartbeat, and grounding touch lull him to sleep.

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Roman was going about his business-looking in the mirror to make sure he was still looking as regal as possible of course-when he felt a tiny hand tugging on his pant leg. He looked down to see a very pouty, yet somehow still serious looking, Logan. Roman had somehow gotten the logical side transformed into a child shortly after the newest Sanders Sides video. So much for starting to get along with the nerd, Roman had initally thought. His thoughts now were more like, He’s so cute! It’s totally worth being hated by him!

“Roman!” Logan yelled as he started to tug on Roman’s pant leg just a bit harder.

Realizing he missed everything Logan had just said Roman crouched down to the tiny tot’s level, “Sorry! What’s up, tiny teach?” he asked.

Well, that only intensified the pouty glare, and probably the hatred for the prince. Good going, Roman.

“Already told you “what’s up!” I don’t understand any of this ri- ridicul- ugh, stupid fairy tale nonsense! Why’d you even gimme this book? I don’t like it.” Logan complained.

It was only then that Roman noticed the tyke was holding the rather large fairy tale book he had given him earlier that day. He snickered, and took the book that was much too heavy for the small child. How did he even carry this? Why did I give this to him?

“Well, how about I read it to you? I could actually show the scenes so maybe you could understand them better! I do control the imagination after all!” Roman suggested.

“That sounds like a waste of time.” Logan responded.

Roman raised an eyebrow, and smirked at Logan, waiting for his actual answer.

Logan rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms, “Fine.” he said.

Roman grinned, and suddenly scooped Logan up into his arms. Logan yelped, and quickly gripped Roman’s shoulders to keep himself from falling out of his grasp.

“To the Imagination, little prince!” Roman yelled as he snapped.

As he did the room around them slowly transformed into a theater. Logan looked around, and groaned, “This again?” he asked.

Roman chuckled, and placed Logan on one of the seats in the front row.

“Yes, this again! It’s the perfect place for storytelling! Now, hush!” Roman yelled.

Deciding that he shouldn’t be too dramatic for once, Roman sat himself next to Logan, and waved his hand to bring the story to the stage.

“There was once a woman who wished very much to have a little child, but she could not obtain her wish,” Roman began. “At last she went to a fairy, and said, “I should so very much like to have a little child; can you tell me where I can find one?”

On the stage a lowly woman, and an elegant fairy, who were actually just animated drawings, conversed as Roman progressed the story, “Oh, that can be easily managed,” said the fairy. “Here is a barleycorn of a different kind to those which grow in the farmer’s fields, and which the chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot, and see what will happen.”

As the story went on Logan realized it was the one he had the most trouble understanding. Thumbelina. Children are not that tiny, and they most definitely are not born from flowers! It’s illogical! And why did a toad want a tiny human to be his wife?! What’s with fairy tales, and intermixing species?!

Roman looked down at Logan to find that he could practically see the gears turning in his head. He chuckled, and continued despite his young opposite’s confusion.

Once Roman’s storytelling, along with many interruptions from Logan, had ended said creative side noticed how sleepy the little one was now.

“I think it’s bedtime for a certain tiny side now.” Roman said.

Logan’s yawn was the only confirmation Roman needed. With a snap of his fingers the theater slowly turned back to his room. Once everything was fully back to normal Roman picked Logan up, and sunk down into his room.

“Good night, Thumbelina.” Roman said with a slight smirk.

Logan groaned, and attempted to push Roman off of his bed. Roman simply chuckled, and stood on his own as he raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome. I’m going now.” Roman said.

“Wait,” Logan said, and quickly grabbed Roman’s sleeve to prevent him from leaving.

Slowly, Roman sat back down on the bed, and waited for Logan to speak.

“Thomas.. Thomas was right. We do make a good team.. I don’t.. I don’t like arguing with you, or insulting you.. I just.. um, thanks. For the whole fairy tale thing tonight. It was fun. We should hang out to-together more..” Logan said as he avoided looking at Roman.

If Roman wasn’t internally squealing over Logan’s cuteness as the child he now is before, he definitely was now. Though instead of gushing over him, he merely smiled, and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I wholeheartedly agree, little nerd.” Roman said.

“Good. Prep.” Logan replied with a small smile on his face.

Roman smirked, and stood to leave, but stayed for a moment to make a plea he’d been meaning to make since the last video.

“Just no more hair pulling, please.”

“We’ll see.”

Yes, they made a good team, but there would always be some things they still couldn’t agree on.

The End

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