#fae!janus

Patton wasn't super worried, not yes, he was just cold. He sat up, yawning as he looked around the room. His vision was too cloudy but he could tell Janus and Logan weren't here. It wasn't like them to just disappear, especially not both of them. He pouted, grabbing his glasses from the night stand, shivering when his arm hit the cold. He then pushed himself off the bed, feet searching for his slippers. 

He slid into the plush material and stood up, taking the blanket with him as he stood, wrapping it as tightly around himself as he could. It still radiated a soft heat, but he had used a basic spell to keep himself warm, not wanting to use too much mana first thing in the morning. 

Patton shuffled through their house, running one hand along the walls, the other still around the blanket. He was feeling for the magic, checking to make sure none of his wards had been broken. When he built this house with his boyfriends, Patton had weaved magic into it to keep them all safe. Nothing seemed amiss, so he wasn't worried, he allowed his mind to teeter on the edge of sleepiness. And sure enough, when he got half way through the hall, he finally heard his boyfriends, both of them alive and well. Patton smiled, moving towards them as his mind started to pick up what they were saying. 

"We agreed no magic while preparing Patton breakfast, it always affects the consistency and taste," Logan said in his normally gravely morning voice. As a werewolf, it took longer for Logan's voice to settle into its usual tone and timber. He tended to have a much deeper voice for at least the first hour of the day, longer if he had been in his wolf form for a long time the night before.

"Which is why I haven't added a drop of magic to the batter and I'm only using magic to stir it," Janus' voice was soft and melodic. Being fae, his voice had a quality that made you want to believe him, made you trust in the words he said. It wasn't even something Janus was trying to do, though he did sometimes. Sometimes he'd put on extra charm to try and get what he wanted. Patton giggled a little, the two of them were so adorable, especially first thing in the morning. He didn't want to disturb them though, so Patton covered his mouth with his free hand.

"Wait," Logan interjected, though it was obvious he had something to say about Janus' blatant disregard for their rules. 

Soon Logan's head was poking around the corner. He looked surprised when he saw Patton, mouth hanging open slightly. "I didn't hear you get up." His voice was a lot softer now and Patton gave him a smile.

"You were having too much fun with Jay-Jay." He took a step forward, opening his arm a little so Logan could hug him. This was the warmth he had been craving, what he had been hoping for since he woke up.

"Not sure I would call our disagreements fun," Logan protested, but Patton knew. He watched the way the both of them antagonized each other, pushed each other to be stronger, better, it was honestly kind of sweet and Patton couldn't help but watch them with soft eyes. He buried his face in Logan's chest and felt as Logan softly started to scratch his head. "Speaking of which," he turned to Janus despite still holding Patton. "If you get fairy dust in my batter, so help me."

Janus smirked. "You'll do what?" He asked, "Punish me? Oh no, maybe the great Logan will lecture me to death." Patton pulled his head back, looking at Janus who had a mixing spoon in one hand and a bowl of batter in the other. Logan pulled away, stomping over to Janus before grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in. 

"Don't tempt me," Logan whispered and Patton watched as Janus' face turned a bit red. Then, because he apparently didn't like not having the upper hand, Janus floated the bowl to the counter and pulled Logan in for a kiss. This was so like they, pretending to antagonize one another when they really just wanted to kiss one another. 

Patton would have been happy to leave them both like that, but a strange smell was beginning to fill the kitchen. "Kiddos, I think your pancakes are burning." He warned and watched as they both shot away. A matching swear was on each of their lips and Patton tsked. 

"Language," he couldn't keep a straight face as he giggled, hands on his hips, blanket now hanging loosely over his shoulders. Both of them shot him a look and as soon as the pancakes were rescued and the stove no longer smelt of burnt magic, Patton was wrapped up in two sets of arms. Logan kissed the top of his head while Janus kissed him gently on the nose.