#sorry patton

It's been a year but damnit, I will finish Dukeceit Week 2025! And what better time than right before the 2026 one will being? 😂 Hope you're okay with super late submissions @darksideweeks! Enjoy!

Masterpost | Dukeceit Week 2025 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Patton had a simple request for Janus...

Content Warnings: None

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"Hey Janus, could I talk to you for a moment?"

Janus, who had just been on his way back upstairs with a cup of tea and pack of cookies, stopped and turned to Patton.

"Of course, Patton. I always have a moment for you."

The other didn't seem perturbed by his overly sweet tone, on the contrary, he seemed relieved.

"Thank you! I just wanted to ask if you could have a word with Remus?"

"Oh? Whatever do I need to talk to him about?" Janus asked innocently.

"It's about the prank war he's been having with Roman. I know they don't mean any real harm, but it's been starting to affect all of us and especially Virgil has been a bit of a nervous wreck. I'll talk to Roman as well, but if you could reason with Remus on your end, I'd greatly appreciate it."

The entire time Patton spoke, Janus nodded along, understanding clear on his face.

"I see your point, Patton, and I agree that it's been going on for long enough. I'll go speak to Remus right now."

"Wonderful!" Patton beamed, clapping his hands together. "I'll go to Roman then, thank you so much, Janus!"

"No problem, Pat. That's what friends are for after all."

Patton squealed and gave Janus a quick hug before rushing past him up the stairs. Janus sighed before following him up and walking over to Remus' room. He summoned one of his extra arms to knock twice in quick succession before entering the room without waiting for an answer.

"Octi?" he called after closing the door behind him.

"Jannie!" Remus yelled, bursting out of his wardrobe, tangled in different fabrics. "What gives me the honor of your visit?"

"Patton just stopped me to ask me to talk to you about wrapping up that prank war you're having with your brother."

"Oh? So you're here to convince me or what?"

"Oh no! I'd never take your fun!" Janus gasped, offended. "I just wondered if you had considered using some of your lovely obscene wrapping paper on his make up collection."

Hey there, Lost :) I'm doing okay. I hope you're doing okay, too! :) Thank you so much for the Ask... these are seriously addicting!

2. Characters Most Difficult to Write For

Canon Patton is the most difficult for me to write. Hands down. I have a really hard time getting into his head.

29. Favorite Part of the Writing Process?

Writing. It can be really hard to get time to really focus (I have a lot happening in my non-writing life) but when I'm just hands-on-keys, finally getting the scene I can feel so clearly that it's almost tangible out into words... crying along with my Bois... it's the best! :)

31. The Development Process for Punks, Poets, Parents

I wrote Punks, Poets, Parents for the Sanders Sides Big Bang. It started as a random idea that popped into my head of Remus and little Jay, and how Jay would need to adjust to a new home and different rules. (No need to sneak around quietly in the mornings, trying not to wake a parent with a hangover.)

Nightmares can be dangerous sometimes

Title: Forever

Warnings: self-hatred, self-depreciating thoughts

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Patton’s gaze fell to his hands in his lap as he sat on the bed, tears rolling down his face.

What were you thinking? Of course they don’t like you. Why would they? You’re too..you. Emotional. Crybaby. They hate taking care of you after

every

single

heartbreak.

All you are is a burden to them. They’ll never love you. Ever. All those times you thought they loved you, you were wrong. They were faking. They’re always faking. They always pretend they care, pretend they’re happy when you’re around, pretend they worry about you, pretend they want you to be a part of their family. Face it, all you do is cause Thomas harm. You taught him to see the best in people, and it hurts him. You taught him to love, and it hurts him. You taught him sadness and pain and nostalgia. Every time he looks back at his past, he longs for it. He looks back at the present and is dissapointed in himself, and it’s all your fault. It’s always your fault. Can’t you see? No one wants you here. It’d be better if you’d just leave.

Forever.