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I love the tiny sides au thing! Also, a thing to consider: Technically Roman could use a scrap of fabric as a cape, a Gatorade cap a helmet, and a toothpick or sewing needle as a sword.
if you donât think he would modified what he needed, you arenât thinking Tiny enough.
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Summary: Roman, a dedicated servant to tooth fairy kind, returns to the Sanders household to dote on an emotional young boy by the name of Patton. Read the original story here.
Word Count: 1,550.Â
October prompt #22: Candy
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Roman crept in through the nursery window, a golden trail left in his midst. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, spotting the child seemingly fast asleep. However, as he flew closer Roman noted that the glasses were still perched on the adolescentâs nose, not carefully placed on the nightstand as they were meant to be.Â
âShouldnât you be asleep?â Roman scolded, fluttering onto the nightstand and crossing his arms.
Patton sheepishly opened his eyes, trying his best to hide his excitement and look properly scolded.
âCome on, hand it over.â Roman put his hand out, having done this song and dance before now.
âDonât I get a question?â Patton asked, sitting up and holding the tooth to his chest.
âYou just asked a question.â Roman chuckled, amused as Pattonâs face began to fall. âAlright, calm down, you can have another. What is it this time, you interrogating infant?â
âIâm not an infant.â Patton huffed, a bit of a lisp forming from all the teeth he had lost.
âTik tok, Patton.â Roman reminded him.
âDo you visit other children?â Patton leaned forwards. âThat was my question.â
âReally?â Roman looked unimpressed. âYes, of course, itâs my job.â
Patton seemed uneasy with this answer. He twirled the little baby tooth between his fingers, and if he were more of a strict tooth fairy Roman would just dart in and grab it and be done with all this fanfare.
âEvenâŚeven the cruel ones?â Patton asked timidly. âThatâs not a new question, just an addition, so it doesnât count. Do you talk to the mean kids as well?â
âoh, thatâs what you meant by visit.â Roman said in realization. âNo, Patton, believe me, youâre special. I donât talk to any other children.â
Patton blinked. âYou donât?â
âCertainly not!â Roman assured him. âNo, most of the time I just swoop in and steal their teeth. With the really naughty ones, sometimes I donât even leave more than a penny. I must leave something, of course, but if I had my say those brats wouldnât get a cent.â
âBut what makes me so special?â Patton seemed puzzled by this answer. âAnd why do you have to leave them something? And what happens-â
âI said one question.â Roman gave him a look, gesturing for Patton to hand over the tooth. He knew, left to his own devices, Patton would just continue going on and on.
ââŚokay.â Patton sighed, handing over the tooth. âBut youâll be back soon, right?â
âWhen you lose your next tooth.â Roman put the tooth in his bag before pointing an accusing finger at Patton. âAnd no more knocking your teeth out on purpose with the doorknob, youâre going to drive your father insane with that behavior.â
Patton pulled his blanket up to his nose, looking timid. âHowâd you know about that?â
âI know everything.â Roman said cryptically, not bothering to explain he had overheard earlier on his way to the nursery. âAnd Iâve also been informed that youâve been eating too much candy, Mr. sour gums.â
Patton groaned, throwing his blanket fully over his head to try and block out the scolding. âIt was just a few pieces.â Patton whined. âAll the other kids celebrate Halloween too, you know.âÂ
âAnd did all the other kids remember to brush their teeth?â Roman argued with a smirk. âYou have to take care of them, especially as your adult molars are coming in so they can stay big and strong. You want your adult teeth to be healthy, donât you?â
To Romanâs surprise, Patton gave a little shake of his head.
âNo?â Roman said in bewilderment. Patton had always been one of the best children, wanting to do exactly as Roman instructed and be on his best behavior. âWhy not?â
Patton slowly pulled the blanket down, just enough so his eyes were visible. âBecause then youâre gonna leave me.â Patton said softly. âLike you did with dad.â
...oh.Â
Roman cleared his throat, uncertain how to phrase this particular part of the conversation. It was always his least favorite truth, of course, the knowledge that he had had to leave Logan Sanders behind.
Logan had grown up fine, evidently. The curious child grew into a competent young man who graduated with a Doctoral Degree in Dental Surgery with a masters in Pediatric Dentistry. A childrenâs dentist by practice, Logan worked at âFloss and Gloss Dentalâ and complained near daily to his sympathetic husband about the ridiculous name. Regardless, Logan was one of the best dentists around; despite having grown up, it seemed he never forgot the magic of those moments shared with Roman. He was patient and kind with children, listening to their stories and answering every curious question.
Roman loved watching Logan thrive from afar the few chances he got- which were few and in between. The tooth fairy was only meant to visit a household where tooth business needed to be conducted; and this meant Roman wasnât able to return to this nursery until Patton had lost his first tooth. Only then had Romanâs fears been addressed, knowing that Logan had found a loving family after all.Â
His beautiful son was so much his spitting image that sometimes Roman wondered if Logan had a side business in cloning. Patton was so curious, with those same big doe eyes filled to the brim with wonder. Of course, Roman could see differences as well. Patton was more emotional, and thankfully more polite than Logan initially had behaved. Patton had clearly been given some notice on how these things were meant to run, as on only the second visit he had already been lying awake in bed practically vibrating in excitement.
âYouâre real!â Patton had excitedly gasped, the tooth fairy forgetting to disguise himself at all in the familiar nursery. Of course, Roman would never dream of doing such a thing here. He was just as curious to talk to Patton as Patton was to speak with himself.
âSo are you!â Roman had gasped, pretending to be just as shocked. Patton had giggled, his laughter spreading through the room with the most pleasant of infectious magics. That was another difference- Patton giggled more. He was not ashamed to be himself, wholeheartedly. Roman was already in love with every aspect of Pattonâs bubbly personality; he knew it would hurt just as much to leave Patton behind, and with every visit Roman dreaded that day a little more.
Roman shook his head, focusing on the present rather than the fond nostalgia or the regretful future. He was here, now, with Patton. That was enough.
âIâm not going to leave you.â Romanâs throat felt thick, forcing the words out as he tucked Pattonâs hair behind his ear. âNot until youâre ready.â That, at least, was true. Unfortunately, the universe would decide when Patton was ready much sooner than either could hope.
âWhat if Iâm never ready?â Patton asked, his eyes brimming with worried tears. âWhat if Iâm not ready but you leave and Iâm all alone?â
âNow come now!â Roman put on his stern princely mask. âDonât you dare say youâre alone, little princeling. What would your father say? Who loves you so very much that he would never let you be alone? Or your dear uncle Virgil? Heâd do anything to make you feel loved. Why I do believe he would threaten to keep me in a night light if he thought itâd make you feel better.â
âUncle Virgil wouldnât do that!â Patton gasped, throwing his blankets down to his lap, and his astonished expression made Roman laugh out loud. âDonât be mean, itâs true- he wouldnât!â
âOf course he wouldnât.â Roman chuckled good-naturedly, remembering how Virgil had all but threatened to do exactly that for his brother Logan back in the day.Â
âAnd that wouldnât make me feel better at all.â Patton pouted, making sure to get his point across. âI want you to stay, but I donât want you to be sad about it.â
âOh my dear Pattoncake, I promise you, I would stay if I could.â Roman assured him, placing a gentle kiss on Pattonâs forehead. âBut my point is that you are surrounded by people who love you, and who wonât be leaving you anytime soon.âÂ
â...I guess so.â A begrudging Patton agreed, slowly laying down in his bed. âBut that doesnât mean I wonât miss you, too.âÂ
âPatton, Iâll still be here a while yet.â Roman assured him, pulling up the blankets with a grunt to tuck in the child. âAnd if you stop eating so many sweets, your baby teeth wonât fall out so much.â Not completely true, but Roman figured he should at least try and convince Patton to stop decaying his teeth so fast, for Loganâs sake.
âNo candy?â Patton looked as though Roman had just told him Christmas was cancelled, and as a fellow lover of sweets Roman could feel his pain.
âLess candy.â Roman corrected, always a sucker for puppy dog eyes. He gave Patton another kiss. âBesides, youâre already sweet enough as it is.â
Patton giggled, which turned into a yawn as the late hour began to catch up with Patton.Â
âGet some sleep.â Roman suggested gently, Pattonâs eyes already drifting closed. Roman hefted the glasses off his nose, laying them to rest on the nightstand.Â
âGânight.â Patton murmured sleepily, curling into his pillow. âLove you.â
âLove you bunches, little biscuit.â Roman said farewell, giving Patton one last fond look before leaving the Sanders household for another night.