They were headed in opposite directions, waiting on different busses. Remus sat with a backpack full of his things at his feet, Janus stood under the rain to let it catch on his beanie. It was getting soaked.
There was one streetlight that worked here, just one, and it was somewhat close to the bus stop. It gave Remus the creeps, but Janus didn’t seem scared.
“Say, where did you say you’re going again?” Remus asked loudly.
Janus glanced at him. “Seattle. You?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Can I come with you to Seattle?”
Janus laughed. Remus deflated and looked down. There goes that. But Janus seemed to realize Remus wasn’t kidding, and he came to kneel in front of Remus.
“How old are you, kid?”
“I’m twenty two,” he said in annoyance.
“Sorry,” he laughed. “You kind of look like a teenager.”
“Well, how old are you?”
“Twenty nine.”
Remus looked away. “I can’t go with you, anyway. People would think you’ve kidnapped me if I look like a teenager.”
“Or they’d just think I’m your older brother,” he said again.
The thought of Roman sent daggers in Remus’ stomach. He nearly doubled over. “Yeah,” he said weakly.
Janus reached out a hand. Remus took it, and stood. As the bus pulled in, Remus boarded, leaving his bag behind.
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Little one (while in big headspace) got themselves a new outfit, it's very cute but not a typical "little outfit". Still, when they show it to their cg, they immediately get into the cg headspace. Somehow this outfit is just to adorable not to do so. Cg manages to help little one slip with cuddles, forehead kisses, playtime, cute nicknames, etc. And they enjoy an unexpected little evening.
Cosette went shopping and found a sweater they absolutely fell in love with. It was a fuzzy brown sweater that went down to their knees. They bought it with the last spare money they had, and ran home. They couldn’t explain why—it wasn’t a onesie or a tutu or overalls—but they couldn’t wait to regress in it.
They got home and changed, putting pink tights underneath it and pinning their hair back, and Elwin walked through the front door as they came out of the bedroom.
“Papa!” They called happily and waved.
Elwin looked at them, at first casually then stopping to take them in. He smiled a little. He loved Cosette so much, and despite having a hard day at work, he wanted to take care of them.
“Hi, little one,” Elwin said, putting his stuff down and coming to hug Cosette. “How are you?”
“I’m okay,” they mumbled, hugging him back tight.
“How tired are you?”
Cosette had chronic fatigue. Due to all their mental illnesses, they were constantly tired.
“I don’t know, pretty tired. Why?”
“Too tired to play pretend?”
They gasped. “No, I can play pretend! Can we play restaurant!”
“Of course, baby bug. Go get your toys, I’ll put some stuffies down. Should I also be a guest?”
“Yeah!”
They ran and got all their play food, cash register, and dishes, bringing them all into the living room. They set up a little station to put the food together and let people pay.
Cosette brought their pad over to Papa Elwin, who’s black eyeshadow was smudged and hair, same color, a mess. They hesitated. “Papa, are you too tired?”
“No, kiddo.” He smiled. “I always love spending time with my little love.”
They giggled. “Okay! What do you want to eat?”
“Hmmm….” He looked over the menu that Cosette had hand drawn. “It all looks so good! You better come back to me. I think that panda bear over there looks ready to order.”
“Hehe, okay!” They ran over to Bambi, the panda bear. “What can I get you? ‘Oh, hi! I’d love a coffee, donuts, and lots of vegetables!’ Okay! That’ll be right up!”
“Ooh, coffee, that sounds good,” Elwin mused.
“I can get you coffee!” Cosette giggles and ran to grab their pretend coffee maker.
They found themselves swarmed with orders, and brought everyone their drinks and meals. They checked up on Elwin the most.
“Excuse me, Mx. Cosette,” he asked. “This burger isn’t cooked all the way! Could I get a replacement?”
“Oh no! That’s horrible!” Cosette cried. “How will we recover from this!”
Elwin gasped. “Are you in the hole?”
“So far in the hole!”
“Well, this is quite a pickle,” he admitted. “Because I still need my burger. I’m hungry!”
“Can I get you something else?”
“Hmm… I better look over the menu again!”
Cosette giggled and handed him the menu. He looked over it for a while. “I’ll take the chicken tenders!”
“Done! Glad we could resolve this.” They grinned.
They played for a while longer before Cosette began to get too tired. They cleaned up together, then Elwin came to Cosette and knelt in front of them. He took their paci out of their mouth.
“How’s my angel doing? Did you have any trouble today?”
Cosette shrugged. “I think I had split a little bit,” they admitted. “I was really angry. But I feel better now.”
Elwin smiled. “Good. Let’s get some food in that little tummy, hm? Anything you need to talk about with me?”
Too tired to do my usual bit, but wanted to give a lil idea for Sanders Sides fanfic :3
Idea: Logan is overworking again, and Roman is the one who finds him in the middle of the night. Logan's still typing away. Roman, as a part of Creativity, has the same habit and knows all too well how exhausted Logan will be in the morning. Roman helps Logan stop working and do some self-care of Sleeping And Taking A Goddamn Break. Hurt/comfort style, platonic Logince.
Sorry for it being kinda long. No pressure to write this (/gen). Just wanted to share an idea to help inspire you :D
See ya around! (/lh)
(@oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat)
thank u so much for the prompt. this was written by me, logan. the logan fictive. i projected onto it pretty hard lol
IT’S PAST THREE A.M. A wave of hunger so strong it nearly knocked him out of his chair hit Logan full-body. He took in a deep breath to calm the nausea, and after a moment of sitting with his head in his hands, a hand rested on his back. He stiffened.
“Logan,” Roman said softly.
He held up a finger. Roman rubbed his back gently. After the nausea passed, Logan looked up, and he could tell he looked tired, he looked broken, upset… he wished he could hide it. He couldn’t.
“Come here,” he said and opened his arms.
Logan stood and fell into the prince’s embrace. He nuzzled into his neck, and Roman held him.
Roman was Logan’s best friend, through and through. There was nothing in this world they couldn’t get through, not if it were an outside conflict or one between the two of them. They would figure it out. Always.
Roman cooked Logan a meal and made a pot of coffee—with Logan having ADHD, it would calm him enough to get him to sleep. It worked like a charm, and he slept in late the next morning. Though he was frustrated, and went to Roman to complain, Roman had a smug smile on his face.
“You gotta stop overworking yourself,” Roman said.
“Coming from you?” Logan rolled his eyes.
But Roman just smiled. Because he knew Logan was trying.
And Logan would get better.
this was more on the comfort end of hurt/comfort, but don't worry i know it'll be evened out :)
